this is a call out post. you know what to do with it, i don't know why you need me to explain anything. some characters (faded on the roster) require canon review, and are technically unavailable. you can still request them, though. it'll just take me longer to get to them.
[ he gets the phone call one winter morning. apparently his car swerved on the ice and went off the overpass, the metal death trap falling onto the mostly-empty highway below at around three in the morning. there was a girl with him, a colleague of his from work - no connections to the family, aikazawa was emphasizing this over and over to the family gathering amidst a sea of red eyes brimming with tears - but all the same, reparations to the girl's family have to be seen in private. this was not an accident, this family isn't going to treat it as such, not when tensions against shiratorizawa's bulls were running at an all-time high and those who are part of karasuno's brotherhood are being picked on by the seijou in their own turf and with uneasy alliances with those cats in tokyo. you can't really trust anyone nowadays, even if the owls are working their damndest to be the go-between for the crows and the cats.
that was about all the information kei manages to take in before he lets his mind wander at what aikazawa's reporting to them. he hasn't slept yet, he barely even ate. yamaguchi tries to remind him but he eventually .... just .... forgets, fingers on his left hand tapping the edge of his seat in a staccato beat as he reads through the report and memorizes the names and then -
a funeral had to be arranged, and kei sets aside the police reports they've cobbled from various sources and crows and he begins to vaguely act like a human being again by getting himself involved in the process of planning for his brother's funeral as well as the security during the event. work was mechanical and it's not the first time he's planned a funeral for a crow, but it is the first time that he has to plan for a brother and he feels numb. a bit like he'd been left out in the winter to thaw and chill again, over and over, except that there is no end to this winter and a dangerous cold blankets his mind, drowning out the noise, slipping into the cracks of his spine and reaching into his lungs as he lists the name of his brother and the cause of death as an accident while every bit of his soul screams for something bloody and heavy as lead.
the funeral was sunday morning and kei was there in the front row with his lips pressed together in a thin line, fingers pale and cold as they drummed the same beat over his knee as he listens to tanaka about what his family has promised with regards to security and a general run-down of who's coming, again. he's had nothing all day but water and coffee and maybe a few illicit cigarettes that his brother never approved of when he was alive, but now he's dead and no-one's here to scold him so maybe akiteru can choke on his regret while he runs over a rolodex of names and grudges and locations full of hate inside of his brain. there is a body in a wooden box in front of him that shouldn't be there, and yet is, and this impossibility is jarring his reality, his normally calm personality, into something volatile.
and then, slowly, the visitors slither into the marble halls of the parlour in black, their scales and fangs set aside while they respectfully array themselves around the crows. kei dusts off his immaculate trousers for the want of doing something interesting other than gnashing his teeth, and keeps a straight face and an even tone to receive everyone's condolences. ]
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[ he gets the phone call one winter morning. apparently his car swerved on the ice and went off the overpass, the metal death trap falling onto the mostly-empty highway below at around three in the morning. there was a girl with him, a colleague of his from work - no connections to the family, aikazawa was emphasizing this over and over to the family gathering amidst a sea of red eyes brimming with tears - but all the same, reparations to the girl's family have to be seen in private. this was not an accident, this family isn't going to treat it as such, not when tensions against shiratorizawa's bulls were running at an all-time high and those who are part of karasuno's brotherhood are being picked on by the seijou in their own turf and with uneasy alliances with those cats in tokyo. you can't really trust anyone nowadays, even if the owls are working their damndest to be the go-between for the crows and the cats.
that was about all the information kei manages to take in before he lets his mind wander at what aikazawa's reporting to them. he hasn't slept yet, he barely even ate. yamaguchi tries to remind him but he eventually .... just .... forgets, fingers on his left hand tapping the edge of his seat in a staccato beat as he reads through the report and memorizes the names and then -
a funeral had to be arranged, and kei sets aside the police reports they've cobbled from various sources and crows and he begins to vaguely act like a human being again by getting himself involved in the process of planning for his brother's funeral as well as the security during the event. work was mechanical and it's not the first time he's planned a funeral for a crow, but it is the first time that he has to plan for a brother and he feels numb. a bit like he'd been left out in the winter to thaw and chill again, over and over, except that there is no end to this winter and a dangerous cold blankets his mind, drowning out the noise, slipping into the cracks of his spine and reaching into his lungs as he lists the name of his brother and the cause of death as an accident while every bit of his soul screams for something bloody and heavy as lead.
the funeral was sunday morning and kei was there in the front row with his lips pressed together in a thin line, fingers pale and cold as they drummed the same beat over his knee as he listens to tanaka about what his family has promised with regards to security and a general run-down of who's coming, again. he's had nothing all day but water and coffee and maybe a few illicit cigarettes that his brother never approved of when he was alive, but now he's dead and no-one's here to scold him so maybe akiteru can choke on his regret while he runs over a rolodex of names and grudges and locations full of hate inside of his brain. there is a body in a wooden box in front of him that shouldn't be there, and yet is, and this impossibility is jarring his reality, his normally calm personality, into something volatile.
and then, slowly, the visitors slither into the marble halls of the parlour in black, their scales and fangs set aside while they respectfully array themselves around the crows. kei dusts off his immaculate trousers for the want of doing something interesting other than gnashing his teeth, and keeps a straight face and an even tone to receive everyone's condolences. ]