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Imagine watching Bullet Train and watching it like a normal person and not wanting to fixate on every little detail you might not have noticed the first few times you've seen it, to memorize the dialogue so you can quote it with your family, or to simply stare at that one hot guy that everyone has seen at least once.
Couldn't be me, lol.
Hiroyuki Sanada as The Elder in Bullet Train (2022)
PLEASE! I NEED MORE! I REQUIRE THIS SUSTENENCE TO SURVIVE!
Imagine you’ve been working in the association for a long time. Your hands are bruised and your knuckles have scars that overlap with one another. Now, let’s say you’ve been wanting out for a while, decide to settle down in Japan when you start meeting up and talking to an older gentleman regularly. He’s calm, he’s tranquil, the peaceful and wise type. That’s what he seems like, but looking at him as closely as you have, you know that that’s not all there is. The long nights spent at home have told you otherwise. Maybe he’s not as scarred as you are, but Shigeru’s seen the path you’ve walked upon and knows how you feel in the cold mornings when the sun isn’t hot enough to warm you.
Your scars ache a little, and when you roll over, he’s pressing his face against your shoulder. It’s still so early, and he doesn’t want you to leave him just yet.
“Stay a while”, he hums into your skin, his beard is scratchy… but you like how it feels.
You sit there, but alas, you’ve lost the sleep in your eyes. A weird sort of alertness that lingers from your past life makes it hard to try and fall back into its embrace. It’s not hard to fall into the gentle hug of the older man behind you, however. His arms wrap around your waist, his hands resting on your stomach. Carefully, his fingers thumb over an old scar of yours. One from a job you took a couple of years ago, right when you were first starting out. The gentleman rests his thumb over it, pressing a little where the exit wound used to be.
He hums, and you figure that it means he’s curious about it. Shigeru always had stories to tell, which made him so fascinating. It wasn’t often that you spoke of yourself, not that you had much to hide, so this was one of those rare times where he wouldn’t have to ask to want to learn more about you. You smile, though he cannot see it. The specifics and details of that mission aren’t crystal clear to you anymore, but you recall enough to where you can spin a story of your own to tell.
He’d be mildly amused by how naive you used to be, how simple jobs seemed on paper before they were executed in such a literal sense. You tell him how it didn’t hurt at the time, and he thumbs over that spot in deep muse. It could’ve killed you, kept you from meeting him in your future together.
“You truly are remarkable”, he’d say.
“I could say the same of you”, you’d reply, looking over your shoulder.
You’ve both lingered in bed long enough. After a short but sweet kiss, you and the elder roll out of bed to get ready for the day that waits.
Oh, yeah. I definitely watch Bullet Train for the plot.
The Plot:
