06-20-2022, 02:51:18 AM
i dont have anywhere else to post this and i do feel bad about double posting (sorry about that) but im still brainrotting about that dumb concept from the previous poist
kamikaze.
“You are a walking kamikaze.”
“Pfft. Don't you know what that word means?”
“It means someone who is flying themselves to their death. Just as you are.”
“And what makes you say that, sinner? Huh? What about me just screams ‘flying myself to death’?”
“Have you looked at yourself lately.”
Joseph looked to Immaculate, yet another cigarette in his mouth. If his futile revolt doesn't kill him, Immaculate thought, then the nicotine will. Or the drinking. Or the absolute recklessness he shows for basic survival. In front of him sat a modern-day Icarus, with enough brain to be entertaining, but enough disregard to find a method of using that intelligence in a productive way. At least in his mind, that was the case. Their interactions together became competitions of might and mind, with Joseph always managing to find some of the little flaws in his facade no matter how hard he tried.
In his defense, Immaculate always managed to fight back.
“If you're going to give me another lecture about-”
“It is a proven fact.”
“Don't you think I already knew that? What, the evidence must be over a hundred years old. Still do it anyways. Now, where was I? Oh, right. You're wrong about that definition, you know.”
“The definition of what, exactly? I'll try to guess. Self-destructive. Reactionary. Irrational.”
“Kamikaze.”
“I believe I am correct, as per my knowledge.”
“You wanna hear a story?” Before Immaculate had a chance to respond, Joseph opened that damn mouth. “Why don't you listen. I know a little more than that company ever had the knowledge to teach you.”
“‘Divine wind.’ That's what it used to mean. Hundred of miles away, there's some other islands that faced a grand, unknown enemy. And then, divinity struck. A storm came to wipe out every enemy that could ever face them down. Twice, actually. And so, they called that storm the kamikaze. They were the downtrodden, the vulnerable, saved by the powers that ruled above.”
“Why're you arguing, then.” Immaculate looked down, his posture picture perfect. Almost looking larger than life from Joseph's seated position. “Thats what you believe yourself to be. Downtrodden with miracles on your side.”
“The meaning of names change, you know. You of all people should know that, sinner.”
“If you believe that, then call me by my assigned name for once.”
“Designation I-00.”
“Smartass.”
“We'll flash forward a few hundred years. The people who named the kamikaze went from the vulnerable to the powerful. An empire hoping to rule the seas with their inherent superiority. They would be the future, and damn anyone who got in their way. They took this old word, and they transformed it to fit their new message. The word now referred to their practice of sending their young and talented off to die, indoctrinated and wrapped in false promises of glory. They would crash themselves into the enemy in an attempt to duplicate the divine actions they had only heard about in stories. That's where your definition stemmed from: it further changed into a description for any sacrificial, self-destructive behavior a person could manage to achieve, created as people watched these boys fall from the sky just because they were told to do so.”
“And who, exactly, informed you of this.”
“I can read, you know.”
“Surprising.”
“I never know when you're sarcastic, you know.”
“I am being genuine.”
“So you are, kamikaze. You're the one destroying yourself like the phrase suggests, not me.”
“I have self-preservation.”
“Oh, do you? You've been chasing me, the known and sworn enemy, for so long know. If you had it, it's long gone.”
“I am simply curious as to your background and your behavior.”
“And so, curiosity killed the copycat.”
Immaculate stared down at him. The silence was tense, but there was a sense of comfort in it as he looked around him, before letting himself relax. Joseph saw right through him, but right now, he was the only one doing so. No need to stand up so tall, pretending to be brave.
“…How about. We are both the kamikaze.”
“Must be the first compromise you've ever thought of.”
“Two definitions of the same word. Two sides of the same coin. And we are both burning ourselves up with this chase we do.”
The cigarette fell out of Joseph's mouth as he said that. “…So we're two storms, two planes crashing into each other. Fighting with all we've got, but never enough to kill, always enough to keep ourselves on fire.”
“Correct.
Immaculate took a long breath of the warm, humid air. A breath that felt like salvation in such turbulent times. “But eventually, one of us will have to die.”
“Pfft. Don't you know what that word means?”
“It means someone who is flying themselves to their death. Just as you are.”
“And what makes you say that, sinner? Huh? What about me just screams ‘flying myself to death’?”
“Have you looked at yourself lately.”
Joseph looked to Immaculate, yet another cigarette in his mouth. If his futile revolt doesn't kill him, Immaculate thought, then the nicotine will. Or the drinking. Or the absolute recklessness he shows for basic survival. In front of him sat a modern-day Icarus, with enough brain to be entertaining, but enough disregard to find a method of using that intelligence in a productive way. At least in his mind, that was the case. Their interactions together became competitions of might and mind, with Joseph always managing to find some of the little flaws in his facade no matter how hard he tried.
In his defense, Immaculate always managed to fight back.
“If you're going to give me another lecture about-”
“It is a proven fact.”
“Don't you think I already knew that? What, the evidence must be over a hundred years old. Still do it anyways. Now, where was I? Oh, right. You're wrong about that definition, you know.”
“The definition of what, exactly? I'll try to guess. Self-destructive. Reactionary. Irrational.”
“Kamikaze.”
“I believe I am correct, as per my knowledge.”
“You wanna hear a story?” Before Immaculate had a chance to respond, Joseph opened that damn mouth. “Why don't you listen. I know a little more than that company ever had the knowledge to teach you.”
“‘Divine wind.’ That's what it used to mean. Hundred of miles away, there's some other islands that faced a grand, unknown enemy. And then, divinity struck. A storm came to wipe out every enemy that could ever face them down. Twice, actually. And so, they called that storm the kamikaze. They were the downtrodden, the vulnerable, saved by the powers that ruled above.”
“Why're you arguing, then.” Immaculate looked down, his posture picture perfect. Almost looking larger than life from Joseph's seated position. “Thats what you believe yourself to be. Downtrodden with miracles on your side.”
“The meaning of names change, you know. You of all people should know that, sinner.”
“If you believe that, then call me by my assigned name for once.”
“Designation I-00.”
“Smartass.”
“We'll flash forward a few hundred years. The people who named the kamikaze went from the vulnerable to the powerful. An empire hoping to rule the seas with their inherent superiority. They would be the future, and damn anyone who got in their way. They took this old word, and they transformed it to fit their new message. The word now referred to their practice of sending their young and talented off to die, indoctrinated and wrapped in false promises of glory. They would crash themselves into the enemy in an attempt to duplicate the divine actions they had only heard about in stories. That's where your definition stemmed from: it further changed into a description for any sacrificial, self-destructive behavior a person could manage to achieve, created as people watched these boys fall from the sky just because they were told to do so.”
“And who, exactly, informed you of this.”
“I can read, you know.”
“Surprising.”
“I never know when you're sarcastic, you know.”
“I am being genuine.”
“So you are, kamikaze. You're the one destroying yourself like the phrase suggests, not me.”
“I have self-preservation.”
“Oh, do you? You've been chasing me, the known and sworn enemy, for so long know. If you had it, it's long gone.”
“I am simply curious as to your background and your behavior.”
“And so, curiosity killed the copycat.”
Immaculate stared down at him. The silence was tense, but there was a sense of comfort in it as he looked around him, before letting himself relax. Joseph saw right through him, but right now, he was the only one doing so. No need to stand up so tall, pretending to be brave.
“…How about. We are both the kamikaze.”
“Must be the first compromise you've ever thought of.”
“Two definitions of the same word. Two sides of the same coin. And we are both burning ourselves up with this chase we do.”
The cigarette fell out of Joseph's mouth as he said that. “…So we're two storms, two planes crashing into each other. Fighting with all we've got, but never enough to kill, always enough to keep ourselves on fire.”
“Correct.
Immaculate took a long breath of the warm, humid air. A breath that felt like salvation in such turbulent times. “But eventually, one of us will have to die.”