Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).
He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.
And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.
No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.
Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)
He needs to be quick.
Efficient.
Perfect.
And so he comes and goes like the wind.
Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.
Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.
He'd rather he never be late ever again.
It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...
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" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.
"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.
Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.
He imagines hearing a clock ticking.
Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?
Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.
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*Itachi in Sasori’s lab, getting his weekly blood transfusion and breathing treatment*
Sasori, checking the IV bag: Mm, this is almost empty. Now remember, when you leave here you’re to go straight to bed and rest. No strenuous activity for the next twenty-four hours. Understood?
Itachi, temporarily removing the oxygen mask from over his mouth and nose: I understand. Thank you, Sasori-san.
Sasori: Mm. *sits down across from him* You know, it’s simply fascinating to me how long you’ve managed to keep yourself alive. With your immune system being as weak as it is and you catching every little thing that comes your way. Ah, but, I suppose that’s the trademark characteristic of diseases: unpredictability.
Itachi: *nods*
Sasori: Itachi, have you given any thought at all to my proposition? I really do believe you would benefit greatly from the puppet transformation. Your core self would be there, your thoughts and personality, but your body would be better, stronger, indestructible. No more blood transfusions, no breathing treatments, no having to take dozens of pills each day just to be able to function. No more pain.
Itachi: *sighs before leaning over and switching off the breathing machine, and removing the mask*
Itachi: I appreciate your thoughtfulness in trying to help me, Sasori-san. But no matter the consequences, I’d prefer to stay in my human body. But there is one thing I’d like to ask of you. Of all of you.
Sasori: What is it?
Itachi: When … when my time comes, please, be there for Kisame. I think my death will be hard on him, and I don’t want him rushing after me, you know? He’ll fare better with people around him, so he doesn’t feel quite so alone.
Sasori: *smiles and gently pats Itachi’s shoulder* Of course; put your mind at ease about that.
Sasori: *gets up and disconnects the now-empty chair IV bag, removing the needle from Itachi’s arm*
Sasori: Alright, you can go now. Remember what I said about resting.
Itachi: *pauses, hugs Sasori, and then walks out*
*Sasori spends some time cleaning and sterilizing the area, before Deidara walks in*
Deidara: Oi, Danna, you done with Uchiha yet? I thought we could —
Sasori: *turns around, puts both arms around Deidara, and holds him close*
Deidara, startled: D-Danna! What —
Sasori: *puts his head on Deidara’s chest* Let me listen to your heart for a few moments, please. I need to.
Deidara: *gently runs his fingers through Sasori’s hair* Go ahead, Danna.
*the two stand quietly for a few minutes*
Sasori, softly: He’s so young. He’s so very young, Dei. He’s your age. I can’t imagine, I literally can’t imagine, if you … if you were to …
Deidara: It’s okay, Sasori. I know, it’s sad, hm. But it’s his choice. I don’t like him but I respect his choices.
Sasori: I know. *lifts his head and puts his hands on Deidara’s face, pulling him into a kiss* It’s a beautiful night. Let’s go for a walk. We can talk about the future.
Deidara, blushing: The future like, us getting married?
Sasori: *takes Deidara’s hand* Perhaps. OR we can discuss me turning you into a puppet before our next anniversary … it’d be a great gift for both you and me!
Deidara:
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