Poor Kaworu doesn’t even get a chance to look up before he’s instantly wrapped tightly in a hold, twirled in place as Nagisa picks him up with a warm chuckle. “Welcome back, you’re just as short as ever.”
He wishes he could comfort her, wrap his arm around Shinji’s pitiful sobbing form and let her know that it wouldn’t be the end. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel, and there could only be so much time before it reaches it’s peak and flowers into a blissful sleep. Before he could try again and shut down the flickers of past memories, past disappointments and those every same eyes that are baring into his, blue and brimming endlessly with tears.
He’ll do it. This time he will atone and fix everything, for Shinji.
"Don’t worry, I won’t. We’ll meet again." Nagisa finds himself gazing over the the musical device almost tucked out of sight, an instant warmth thrumming though him before a cold and dark instantly overcomes any lingering sensation.
But returning home means returning to the dark, to the loneliness of their broken shelter. No light, no happiness, no life— just survival. Not dying and living are two very different concepts, and Kaworu can’t help but feel the other doesn’t grasp anything beyond the idea of avoiding death at every possible turn.
"I… I don’t want to go yet."
Kaworu tries to sit up on his own despite the pain shooting through his body. Tears burn in his eyes and bile sits at the back of his throat, but no, he can’t give in. Trembling, he reaches over and grabs Nagisa by the arm as tight as he can.
"I want to stay outside. I want to enjoy what’s left of this world. So… so I’m not going back. Not yet."
Kaworu is jerked forward and up before he could interject any further, arms swiftly tucking under his legs and lifting him. “We’re going back.” He knows the other is either going to throw a fit or treat him with a disdained, scorned silence that could last days but he was going to take his chances when it involves Kaworu’s safety. “Please don’t make this difficult.”
It was already dark by now but he knew this area well, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Not as long as he stuck to the route he’s laid out.
Aoba finds himself stumbling back, nearly falling over onto the pavement as the other shoves him away. He doesn’t panic in the slightest. It actually thrills him to have someone willing to fight back against his advances. Pursuing a wild target is much more exciting, anyway. "Let me guess," he purrs, "You’re trying to better yourself. You’re trying to become a better person because the person dearest to you wants it that way. But let’s think— why bother, hm?"
"Being chaotic is so much more fun. And besides, what better way to claim them as yours? To break them, to make them need no one other than yourself. If you don’t step up your game, someone else— who knows, maybe me —will step in~”
No sooner had the words left the other’s mouth, Nagisa slams his leg hard onto the other’s ankle, channeling an anger and ferocity that almost makes him see red. When the albino stumbles to the floor, he grabs one of Aoba’s forearms tightly, taking ahold of his wrist with the other.
"I’m not going to kill you." The sole of his foot digs onto Aoba’s side, pressing down and keeping him pinned. "But I swear to you, if I see you so much as beckon him, see you so much as lay a finger on his precious skin, you’re going to wish I had.” His grip jerks, twisting the other’s arm behind him, muscles straining and stopping him in place. If he pulled any further…
Being seized around the neck would bring anyone into a state of absolute panic, but not him. Not the broken remnants of one who had once been happy and so incredibly stupid. Shiroba grins despite the pain, his white cheeks beginning to turn rosy with wicked excitement.
“What makes you so deserving of happiness, anyway? You’re just a brat. A selfish little brat, just like me. We deserve nothing of the sort.”
His hold lessens ever so slightly, a brief moment of penitence itching coldly over his skin. Or was it empathy? Something complicated and dark twists in the bottom of his stomach, but he pushes the feeling aside. Nagisa is aware, intellectually, that killing the other would only be proving him right. More importantly, he made a promise.
"Don’t group me with your sorry self." Nagisa relents his hold, and instead pushes the other towards the pavement with little care on how rough his movements are. "Your presence leaves an awful taste in my mouth. I’d rather not concern myself with you a moment longer."
He merely grins at that. It’s always fun when the other has a little bit of fight left in them, regardless of whether or not they can actually overpower him. Considering what he tangles with every evening, he doubts his child can do so much as make him bruise.
“How cute. Tell me, what is the person you hold dear like? Are they innocent, dripping with purity just waiting to be utterly crushed? Or are they stubborn and ready to be brought to their knees? Kuku— either way, I’ll have fun with them. I’ll make them love you more than anything in this miserable world.”
He seethes, moving without a moment’s thought. The bright, hot shock of anger pulses vividly through his body, skin practically thrumming with adrenaline.
Nagisa encloses his hand, the throat it’s pressed against warm and pulsing.
"Do stop talking." He’ll make him pay for even entertaining the thought, he’ll crush him. “You’re right, this is a miserable world. And I can’t have you taking away my one chance of happiness.” His grip tightens.
“That hardly matters,” the older giggles to himself. A strange smile curls at his lips, twisting back into something much more sinister than his sing-song voice can hint at. “You could always bring them along. I have plenty of room available for another pet or two.”
"Pet?" Any prior impressions he had at first glance soured the air in an instant, a guarded stare taking in the male thoroughly. Here he thought being polite would have paid off. "There will be no such thing." Nagisa says, voice soft with malice. “You’ll do well to stray aside and leave before you run my patience.”
Though any patience had already been run thin by the implication of harm approaching his lover. It couldn’t of been anything less than treacherous.
“You look much more like those damn Alphas than anything. I won’t have you suggesting that we’re cut from the same cloth— but, oh, you are pretty cute. I might just keep you for myself~”
"I-I’m not sure what could have prompted that idea but I’ll have to decline. Besides, I already have someone who’s rather dear to me."