it was snowing. the first snowy day of the winter season and it left terminus an uncharacteristically sloppy mess. adachi liked the snow, all things considered; beautiful, many people said it was. he didn't like it for any other reason than the fact that it was at least something
in the world he could
like. the snow wasn't a person and, frankly, adachi's main beef was with the human race in general. loud, disruptive, overbearing, the human race was really just some kind of plague. he'd found another raincoat here, yellow like the one back home, and perhaps it wasn't fitting for a snowy day, but he'd rather wear that than anything else. for a man that hated everyone around him, he stood out amongst the gray, dreary colors and the flashing lights that still reflected off the tallest buildings. in the distance he could see the lotus towers, shooting from the ground like artificial plants begging for the sun. for a while, he could forget where he was, that he was alive and dismally so. why he couldn't have been left to whatever fate the world had wanted for him? well, he knew why
, because yu-kun couldn't just let him sink further into whatever dark hole he'd dug for himself. he hated people, but he hated heroes even more. everyone wanted to be a fucking hero, wanted to "save" those that they thought could still be saved. people wrote about epic quests in novels and movies, always sticking their noses in where they weren't wanted. narukami had made his own decisions on what kind of person adachi was and, because it was easier, he played right into them. just as he did with everyone. just as he continued to do now.
for a moment, he thought about taking up smoking. it would remind him of home, of lazy afternoons spent drinking with dojima at the table in the living room, nanako asleep in her room when it got too late. he'd stopped drinking coffee after a while, the taste just growing more and more bitter--too many memories he'd rather left forgotten. a new world, a new him, right? yeah, right. this world was full of the same shit only now there was more of it and things were different. supernatural creatures, storybook villains and heroes, people that could just look at you and leave you cowering. this world was even worse. in this world, those that had power could get ahead, could garner all those accolades that the hardest working individuals could never hope to even achieve. it was all the same bullshit, day in and day out. his routines were standard and they were boring and adachi never wanted to die so much as he did now. finishing his shift at the station, he'd thrown on his raincoat, his badge still loosely hanging from the pocket, and headed out without even saying anything to anyone. he always kept that idiotic facade of his, figured it was still useful, and only when he left the general public eye did he drop it and fall right back into self-loathing and disgust.
the sky was light, though grey and cloudy, and he peered up at it from under an awning, watching snowflakes fall into steadily gathering piles. a small child danced by, followed by her parents, and she jumped around in them, crunching snow under her boots. she glanced over at him and he stared back at her, unblinking, unmoving. he hated kids. he hated adults. hated the whole damn human race. the second the mother turned to him, he plastered on a goofy grin and waved; she noticed his badge and smiled back. being an officer had only a few perks anymore, that being that if he decided to try and get his hands dirty again, he knew how to cover his tracks. he was no high-ranking officer, was usually made do beats when he wasn't in the mood for them; he had to help people do such inane tasks. he had, quite literally, gotten someone's cat out of a tree the other day and if that wasn't the epitome of fucking obnoxious he didn't know what was. regardless, this was what he knew how to do, so this was what he did.
growing bored of watching people, adachi crossed over and into the park. maybe that was one thing he did actually enjoy about being alive. he'd say that he hated it until the cows came home, but he liked nature. trees, flowers, honestly, even the annoying birds that sang outside his shitty apartment windows and sat on his balcony like they belonged there. he far preferred the night, but there was something nice about laying around in the sun. it was a start, wasn't it? admitting that not everything was terrible. eugh, he felt disgusting just for thinking it. so he stood in the park, snow falling around him in thick flakes, staring out over the sea that was terminus and all its flashy buildings. overhead strange thunder rumbled and struck the rods atop NERVE and ESS and he watched all of it without batting an eyelash.
OK SO HERE'S THE DRILL! adachi is a filthy liar and he plasters on a really goofy oddball facade to cover up the fact he hates himself and life and wants to die and/or murder people. that being said, what i really want is someone bubbly and persistent to hang around him!!! like, just latch yourself onto him because you think he's cute--flirtation bonus???--or because he looks sad and you wanna make him happy. whatever!