#; visage - Hanamaru

[colorosen]

Tag Drop 4 / ??

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ interaction ┊┊.

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ answered ┊┊.

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ headcanon ┊┊.

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ visage ┊┊.

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ playlist ┊┊.

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ aesthetic┊┊.

༘❀┊   hanamaru kunikida ❛ main verse┊┊.

༘❀┊   kairi yano ❛ interaction ┊┊.

༘❀┊  kairi yano ❛ answered ┊┊.

༘❀┊  kairi yano ❛ headcanon ┊┊.

༘❀┊   kairi yano ❛ visage ┊┊.

༘❀┊   kairi yano ❛ playlist ┊┊.

༘❀┊   kairi yano ❛ aesthetic┊┊.

༘❀┊   kairi yano ❛ main verse┊┊.

[rcdhotnight]

“hi! have you been looking for a full time sugar baby? I will definitely —” sachiko is cut off by hanamaru’s fan striking her in the face. afterwards, she bows and sighs. “I heavily apologize for my friend. my name is kazama hanamaru, it is nice to meet you, mister chevalier.” / BECAUSE I JUST HAD TO FBSJF HELLO!

Well, To say that this day would bring him some strange encounters would be underselling it. It had been a while since Victor's travels brought him back to Japan in particular. The Chevalier family had often based their home away from home within these regions. Though if you asked him, Shikoku was a locale that certainly spoke to his interest.

But someone spoke to him in a rather bold and audacious manner. Namely a woman in her 20s who was really adamant about what they wanted. 'Excuse me?'. Complete with an amused but confused look which was all he could manage before his response was interrupted by what he assumes was the young ladies friend looking to save this situation from becoming more of a jumbled mess. He figures that he would move forward to introductions to not let this linger on too long.

"It's quite alright, Miss Kazama. It is a pleasure to meet you. Seems my family has a real penchant for making friends with known families around Japan. Seems I am none too different with you two ladies." There is an adjustment of his shades as he meets both women with a pleasant enough smile. And yet he had some words for Kazama's friend. "Word of advice. Careful saying such charged words. Men jump at the chance for anything and the man who might jump at your words won't look as nearly well kept as I. No one wins in that exchange." Though the tone was firm in his intention, there wasn't malice by the visage he had in amusement. "A man would be lucky to have your hand. So make sure he earns it hm?"

[pasutel]

she turned out so pretty tbh i love HER SO MUCH

[athyrabunlord]

Daydream [VI] Hanamaru & Ruby

Reminder: This is based off of Daydream Warrior and this fanart I did Warning: Profanity, violence and sex. Ships: You>Chika>Kanan>Riko>?; with mentions of YouMari & KanaMari, and implied DiaYoshi & Maruby Words: 2,823 [concept doodle]

[I. Mari] [II. Chika] [III. Yohane] [IV. Kanan] [V. Dia] [VI. Hanamaru & Ruby] [VII. You] [VIII. Riko] [IX. ???]

VI. Hanamaru & Ruby

“But I want to go back” “To that day, the day we met” “My one wish goes ungranted”

“You’re not asleep, are you?”

You’s arm remained draped over her closed eyes. She felt the weight of someone sitting down beside her head as well as the pleasant floral scent that always seemed to accompany the speaker. She refused to budge from where she was sprawled on her back across the bench with her legs dangling over the edge.

A quiet sigh, though there was a hint of exasperated fondness. “Still, don’t sleep here in the open, you might get sick.”

You’s lips twitched in humor. “Isn’t there a saying that says bakas don’t get sick?”

She grinned behind her arm when the newcomer playfully ruffled her hair. “Don’t call yourself a baka, silly.”

“Hey! You’re messing up my hair!”

“It’s already messy to begin with though?”

“How mean,” You growled and sat up abruptly, batting the hand away from her head. She chuckled at the startled squeal and laughed even more so when the other girl punched her arm. “That’s weak, y’know.”

Another punch, this time more forceful, though nothing compared to the fist fights she was used to. Even then, she rubbed at her abused arm and whined. “Ow~! I’m gonna have a bruise tomorrow.”

“Baka…”

“Ah, so I really am a baka?”

Okay, she deserved that pinch, but her bandaged cheek was still sore from the brawl yesterday and she couldn’t suppress the urge to flinch. The same hand then gently caressed the injured area, as if apologizing for inflicting further pain. She closed her eyes briefly to relish the sensation before opening her eyes and turning to face her companion at last.

“Hey.”

“Hey you.” Amber eyes were filled with concern as the burgundy-haired girl lightly brushed her thumb over the bandage. “Why do you always get into fights-?”

“Now now, I don’t start them. Trouble comes looking for me, not the other way around,” You smiled wryly as she slouched in her seat. “They’re not that bad, and overall it’s good exercise, Riko-chan.”

“No, it’s not. One of these days you’ll get really hurt, and I don’t want that.” Riko said sternly, her fingers curling near You’s cheek as if threatening to pinch it again.

You backed away and pouted. “I know I know. Geez, you and Chika-chan won’t ever stop nagging at me, will you? Be proud, I stopped the fight before it got too bad, and came here to rest.”

“I see. Good, there’s improvement at least.”

Airily, Riko straightened and pulled out a familiar sketchbook from her bag. She ignored You’s questioning gaze and began to doodle the scenery. You’s blue eyes swept over the park, noting the few people strolling along the path, a kid playing with his dog over there, some flying their kites beyond the pond, and an old couple seated at a nearby bench and simply enjoying the nice weather. Everything seemed so picturesque, the tranquil atmosphere so good that it almost felt fake, especially compared to the frequent fights she’s gotten herself involved in.

Nevertheless, this wasn’t bad. This wasn’t bad at all. She could get used to such peace.

She listened to the quiet scratching sounds of the pencil as Riko sketched, smiling at the occasional pauses when the latter wasn’t pleased with the lighting or the composition.

“You’re not mad me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Aha, you are mad at me,” You peered at her friend and scooted closer. In response, Riko scooted away and resumed drawing like she wasn’t even here. Pouting again, You repeated her action and received the same reaction. The cycle continued until Riko was barely seated at the edge of the bench.

Huffing, she set down her sketchbook and scowled at the grinning You. “What?”

“Finally made you look at me.”

Riko raised an eyebrow and exhaled deeply. “Look, I’m not mad at you. Like I said, I’m just worried. Stop getting into fights so often. Chika-chan’s worried, Kanan-chan too.”

You rolled her eyes. “I can handle myself. Kanan should know that better than either of you.”

“Just promise us… promise me, okay?”

It was really difficult to say no, not under such pair of piercing, pretty eyes. You shrugged, holding her arms akimbo. “Alright! I’ll try to stay out of trouble. In exchange though, I wanna see this!”

Before Riko could react, You snatched the sketchbook out of her lap and flipped through the pages. She hummed in appreciation at the detailed drawings, some still life and some of animals. The recent pages, however, were filled with portraits of a ponytailed girl. Jogging, stretching, napping, drinking a bottle of water, or just smiling at the viewer.

Snickering, You wasn’t surprised to see Riko’s face turning beet red. “Does Kanan know?”

“Of course, but that doesn’t make this any less embarrassing. Can I have it back already?”

Taking pity on the blushing girl, You held out the sketchbook and chuckled again when Riko hugged it protectively against her chest. Silence fell upon them for a while, long enough for You to shuffle uncertainly. Was that too much teasing?

Just as she was about to apologize, Riko spoke up in a muffled voice. “Do you believe in true love, You-chan?”

For some reason, the question stung her more than any physical injury ever did. She immediately thought of a mikan-haired girl and her beautiful smile. This thought alone pained her just as much as it made her happy. Self-conscious, she scratched the back of her hair and mumbled. “… yeah, I do.”

Riko giggled at her response. The soft sound tickled inside her heart, yet she didn’t feel insulted or annoyed.

“Why do you ask anyway? You’re the happy couple, not me.”

“Just curious, that’s all.”

“Riko-chan…”

“It’s true, I just wanted to know your thoughts.”

You folded her arms, trying to read the soft smile on Riko’s visage. Was that bliss? Would she look like that too, if Chika were to accept her feelings? But that wouldn’t ever be possible, would it? After all, Chika loved someone else, someone who was also her friend.

And that person happened to be Riko’s girlfriend as well.

“Okay, now that you know, what’re you going to do?”

Riko turned away and looked into the sky, not smiling but not frowning either. Her whispered reply drifted with the breeze, so quiescent that You almost didn’t catch it.

“I’m going to set things right.”

0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

“Don’t fall asleep here, you’ll get sick.”

You grunted but did not move to acknowledge the speaker. Her arm was draped over her face, shielding her closed eyes from the sunlight as she remained sprawled on her back across the bench. Her mind was a mess, chaotic even long after she had left the hospital. She’s wandered back to the park and found herself reminiscing her time with Riko.

Truth be told, she missed chatting with Riko. She didn’t remember what happened after that, though she did recall avoiding her since that puzzling conversation.

Why though?

You gritted her teeth and turned to her side, resting her arm against the cool and rough surface of the bench’s backrest. Ah, she didn’t want to be prodded about her feelings for Chika or talk about love, as subtle as Riko had been. Sometimes, You admired how Chika and Riko remained good friends under such circumstances, while she and Kanan…

Deep exhale. She clenched her fist and tried to ignore the throbbing pain from her wounds. That Dia may have cleaned and bandaged them, but her words had torn open something more painful. Perhaps she should go back to Chika now, as she promised she would. She couldn��t find her phone, which was prolly broken and still back at Chika’s place, and that was the excuse she kept telling herself to delay facing Chika again.

Again, she recalled Riko’s soft smile when the latter spoke of true love. How could Matsuura fucking Kanan betray her? Dragged Chika into this?

Someone to share your joy and pain, someone to talk to… someone to hug.

Only Mari understood You. She didn’t want to see either Chika or Riko. She wanted to see Mari at this moment, desperately so. In spite of whatever Mari had with Kanan, You still wanted to be with her. It wasn’t just about screwing each other senseless, or just having someone period. No, it wasn’t something as paltry as sex.

It was so much more than that, You was certain of it.

Her thoughts were rudely jostled out of her mind when petite hands pushed her further along the bench to make room. You’s legs dangled awkwardly over the edge while her face was uncomfortably squashed between her arm and the backrest. Growling in annoyance, she sat up and glared down at the short brunette and her pigtailed friend.

“What the fuck?”

“Language please,” Hanamaru was unfazed, her thick novel open in her lap. She didn’t even glance in You’s direction. “You were in my seat, so I moved you.”

You pulled back her fist, fully intending to at least punch the spot beside the girl’s shoulder to scare her. She stopped in mid-motion however, when her glare found Ruby’s green eyes. They were unnerving, emotionless and severe.

It was the same way Dia looked at her, back in the hospital.

Deep breath. In and out. In and out. You clenched her eyes shut and slouched in her seat. The tense silence was intermittently interrupted by the rustling sound of Hanamaru flipping the pages of her book. She should just leave and save herself from this inexplicable stress, but her pride refused to give in. Why should she get out of the way? She was here first!

“… there are so many other benches available, why this one?” You looked around the park, noting the lack of passersby, empty benches and the dried up pond.

“I always read my book with Ruby-chan here, and I don’t intend to change that,” Hanamaru’s gaze remained fixated on the novel’s small print. Ruby appeared to be reading over her friend’s shoulder as well.

“A stubborn one, aren’t you?”

“Not as much as you, You-san.”

“Ha! You think you know me?” She angrily recalled their encounter days ago, also here at the park. “What, you want me to wake up? Is that it?”

The brunette shrugged, her voice flat with nonchalance. It was clear that she didn’t give a fuck. “Awake, asleep, daydreaming, does that matter? You remain the same no matter what. Why do I even try?”

Again, You was seized by the violent urge to hurt the smaller girl. Not out of desire to cause her pain, but rather to solicit some sort of emotion out of her and her friend. Any other girls would have fled or screamed in fear if You were to glare at them like this, but not these two. It wasn’t as if You enjoyed terrifying younger girls, but such reaction would have been normal at least.

Hanamaru and Ruby’s lack of expected response was unsettling.

You covered her face and chuckled sardonically. Did she just wish for normality? What a fucking joke! She thrived in chaos. Only in bloody fistfights did she feel alive. Peace? What peace? She will never know peace.

It was not meant for her. Fact.

“What’s that book? Is it really that interesting?”

“Oh it is. Riko-san recommended it to us. We would like to finish it.”

You pursed her lips, unsurprised by their acquaintance of the artist. They came to the park often enough, they might have even bonded over common interests. Literature was a form of art too. Riko used to mention her friend Dia preferring classic literature, while her other friend enjoyed fantasy and in particularly the occult.

Right. Yohane and Riko were good friends, and that was how she came to know the eccentric gothic girl.

“Where’s your friend?”

Neither Hanamaru nor Ruby answered her.

“I was looking for her.”

Hanamaru turned a page, her expression unreadable as able. “Then keep looking.”

“Smartass,” You rubbed her chin. “Odd, I swore you used to speak in an odd accent or dialect of some sort, at least around her. Yohane-chan I mean.”

“Is that so?” There was an indiscernible tremor in her voice.

“Yup. Well, I don’t give a shit how you speak, just pointing it out.”

Silence again.

“How about you?” She shifted her attention to the pigtailed girl. “Say something. You mute or what?”

Ruby blinked and stared at her with those disturbingly blank eyes again. Her lips remained sealed.

“You are mute then.”

Ruby returned her gaze back to the book.

“No seriously, I was looking for your friend. She was talking to me but then she disappeared out of the blue-”

The book was slammed shut so abruptly that it made a cringe-worthy thud. There was something ugly and abhorrent in Hanamaru’s brown eyes. It was fleeting, but the intensity of such emotion had You tense defensively.

“Dia-san is with Yoshiko-chan.”

Ruby started trembling so Hanamaru gently held her hands, the gesture so drastically different than her vicious glare towards the older girl.

“Yo…shiko?” You was distinctly aware of her own heart pounding within her ribcage, like a trapped beast frantically trying to break free. Yohane… Yoshiko… Tsushima Yoshiko?

“Yoshiko-chan is still in a coma,” Hanamaru whispered darkly. “So perhaps you’ve been hallucinating, or you just have a sick sense of humor. Whatever it is, please stop it. It’s just us left now, Ruby-chan and I. The moment you even attempt to hurt Ruby-chan, I swear you will be begging for death the moment I’m done with you.”

Such savage words sounded so uncharacteristic and outlandish from a petite girl, let alone someone like Hanamaru. Yohane’s friend was usually smiling, playfully berating the gothic girl’s antics and cuddling Ruby.

That Hanamaru would never hurt a fly. The brunette here though would follow through with her threat, word for word.

You felt sick.

Back at the warehouse, back in the hallways of the hospital, and countless other times, she has been talking to thin air? But Yohane had replied to her. Or was it her own conscience, taking the form of the girl she considered trustworthy?

“Onee-chan is wholly devoted to Yoshiko-chan now.”

Both Hanamaru and You’s eyes widened as they looked at Ruby, whose expression was serene and somehow that sent a chill down You’s limbs.

“I loved her, you know? Yoshiko-chan. But I’ve been useless and I’m scared of facing her again,” Ruby was smiling. “Maru-chan too. Maru-chan loved Onee-chan, ne?”

Hanamaru cringed, her carefully controlled expression crumbling to that of pain. “That’s-”

“It’s okay. I know. That’s from before. We have each other now and that’s all that matters,” Ruby held up the brunette’s hand and interlaced their fingers, the gesture full of tenderness that it inexplicably frightened You even more. “Even then, I still wish we could go back, back to the way everything used to be.”

“That’s the one wish I cannot help you with, Ruby-chan,” Hanamaru pulled her hand away, her eyes churning with raw emotions. “Like what Kanan-chan said, it’s just a nightmare, one that none of us can ever wake up from.”

Ruby nodded slowly, her lips pressed in a thin line while her expression returned to that unnerving, vacant one like before.

It took a moment for You to realize she was covered in cold sweat. She wiped at her damp brow with her forearm and almost tripped in her haste to stand up.

“I-I’m going to g-go see Riko-chan. She… She can help me, yeah. She always has.”

Hanamaru stared at her coolly and gestured at the trees on the other side of the field. “We just went to see her. She’s over there.”

You staggered away as fast as her failing legs could bring her. She knew there was a hidden entrance to the park in that direction. She didn’t usually take this path, as it was covered with undergrowth which made it annoying to walk through. However she used to be familiar with the area, as it granted its visitors privacy and a natural veil of filtered lights from the canopy tops. Riko loved sketching here.

And this is where I…

She stumbled out of the woods and found the small gate that faced the intersection of a busy street. Gasping for breaths, she stood still and stared at the ponytailed girl crouched beside the dilapidated fence.

Kanan was holding a bouquet of roses, tears sliding down her cheeks and raining upon a withered wreath against the corner. She gingerly placed the bouquet beside a photo frame, her lips moving with whispered words.

You found it excruciating to breathe, her heart aching like someone had clenched it tight in their grip.

Kanan stood up listlessly and looked at You with dead eyes.

“I’m going to set things right.”

[pasutel]

Did I draw several outfits for maru?

Yes, yes I did

[pasutel]

[ a character page for my oc, Hanamaru! This is just for her teenager verse, so I’ll be making an adult verse soon!

If you’d like to read her about, here’s a link! ]

[athyrabunlord]

Daydream [IV]. Kanan

Reminder: This is based off of Daydream Warrior and this fanart I did Warning: Profanity, violence and sex. Ships: You>Chika>Kanan>Riko>?; with mentions of YouMari & KanaMari, and implied DiaYoshi & Maruby Words: 2,330

[I. Mari] [II. Chika] [III. Yohane] [IV. Kanan] [V. Dia] [VI. Hanamaru & Ruby] [VII. You] [VIII. Riko] [IX. ???]

IV. Kanan

“(But this illusion) has crumbled, hasn't it?” “It’s a bad dream.”

Kanan’s long, inky hair cascaded wildly over her back and shoulders like waterfall, creating menacing shadows that contradicted her serene expression. Clad in only tank top and jeans, she sat propped up against Chika’s bedrest with one toned arm draped over her drawn-up knee.

“Hey. You’re here.”

You barely heard her. She could only stare blankly at the mop of mikan-colored hair nestled against Kanan’s thigh. Chika was sleeping soundly, her hand loosely grasping the hem of Kanan’s tank top. The blanket slid down slightly at each even breath she took, revealing more of her naked shoulders and the hickies that blemished her skin. Her shirt, pants, bra and underwear were set in a neat pile near the foot of the bed, as if they were taken off one by one with great care.

You feels herself trembling from sheer rage and horror.

Yet before she could move, Kanan gently brushed away a strand of hair from Chika’s face, her gaze filled with fondness. “Shh, you’ll wake her up.”

Instead of a growl, a strangled whimper was all You could muster. “Don’t fucking touch her-”

“Didn’t I say?” Kanan peered at her through half-lidded eyes, her mellow tone belied the dangerous glint in those fathomless violet. “Let her dream.”

You was paralyzed, her throat parched as she helplessly stared at her beloved once more. She looked so content, wearing that endearing smile, like she was having the most incredible dream. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair mussed was in a way that covered her with seductive charm. She looked so enticing, so beautiful, and so very utterly taken.

Enveloped by the afterglow of sex, she looked like a total stranger.

You’s stomach churned in agony, refusing to accept the fact that Chika gave her innocence to someone as wretched as Kanan.

Or was it forcibly stolen?

“She was so sweet, and a bit shy,” Kanan murmured as she carefully extracted herself from Chika’s embrace, pausing when the younger girl shifted and snuggled. She only resumed moving and got off the bed when Chika’s breathing became even again. “She was so worried about not being able to please me… which she shouldn’t have to. All she had to do is let go, wouldn’t you agree, You?”

You couldn’t reply and couldn’t move, and she simply could not look away.

Kanan stretched languidly before tying her hair in a messy ponytail. She smiled at Chika again and gingerly tugged at the blanket to cover the sleeping girl, mindful not to disturb her dream. “Yeah, she was so warm, so sweet…”

You marched up to Kanan and threw a punch before she knew it. The taller girl blocked her fist and gripped it tightly, the ghost of a smile still present on her relaxed visage. Growling, You sent an uppercut towards Kanan’s chin but her arm was knocked aside as well. You then jerked forward as if about to headbutt Kanan, who instinctively leaned back to avoid the attack. Using the blind spot created by this maneuver, You buried her fist in Kanan’s stomach and successfully broke free of the latter’s vice grip.

Kanan coughed and took one step backward, but otherwise she appeared unfazed by the attack. You clenched and unclenched her fists, as if to savor the sensation of hitting flesh. In spite of her heart thundering in her ears and her blood boiling beneath her skin, she felt eerily calm. There was a string of expletives at the tip of her tongue, ready to curse Kanan into oblivion, yet nothing left her lips.

She just wanted to hurt. Whether to hurt Kanan or herself, she did not know. Her heart ached so much that she was numb to every other feeling, except for that fleeting exhilaration when she managed to strike Kanan. She needed something more, an actual pain, to truly feel again.

The fact that Kanan was merely watching her made that horrible void even worse. Why wasn’t she attacking back? Why did she appear as if she knew everything, as if she understood?

Was that… pity in her eyes?

What, pitying her, because she had claimed Chika? Was that it?

How dare she.

You closed their distance and punched again and again, wildly and unreservedly. However, Kanan either parried or dodged her attacks, her expression never-changing. There were many openings yet the taller girl didn’t strike back, not once. All You could feel was Kanan’s gaze, as fathomless as the ocean, observing her every movement.

Say something, do something! You roared through her fists and glare, but somehow she was unable to actually let it out of her throat.

Chika was still sleeping. She did not want Chika to see her like this.

After a while, You’s relentless onslaught finally cornered Kanan against the wall opposite of the bed.  As if possessed, You picked up a nearby stool and swung it with all her strength.

The wooden limbs snapped with a nauseating thunk and the pieces clattered onto the floor.

A manic grin lit up on You’s face as her opponent staggered and collapsed. She glanced at the cracked stool leg in her hand and its mesmerizing sharp edges. Before she could make another move though, she heard a very unsettling sound.

Kanan was laughing.

Even as blood trickled down her face, she continued to chuckle, sounding truly amused as if they were laughing over a bad joke. You breathed heavily, her arm frozen in mid-air with the broken wooden leg held high. She couldn’t bring herself to deliver a potentially fatal blow to her foe, but she couldn’t drop the weapon either.

She loathed Kanan, despised her so much that she had fantasized many horrific scenarios. But now that she had the opportunity to realize her darkest desire, she hesitated.

Suddenly, she even forgot why she hated Kanan in the first place.

Was it because of Chika? Because of Mari? Or-?

“Do you know how much Chika-chan loves you?” You choked out, her fingers curling tighter around the broken stick. She was mortified by how pathetic she sounded.

“Yeah. I know,” Kanna said flatly. The smile was gone from her bloody face.

“And Mari-chan… you’re important to her too, y’know?”

“Mari is important to me too.”

You could feel her nails digging into her clenched fist, the sharp pain barely suppressing her anger. “Then… what… the fuck… are you doing…?”

“I thought you of all people would understand me best, You,” Kanan rasped as she slowly stood up and approached the trembling girl until they were one step apart.

“Me…?”

“I just want to wake up from this nightmare.”

Torn between the urge to laugh and scream, You threw away the stick and snarled like a wounded animal. “What kind of bullshit is that? What the fuck does that even mean? Screwing around with Mari-chan? Now Chikan-chan too! What the fuck, Kanan, just what is all this? I thought you love Riko-chan?!”

You didn’t notice the slight widening of Kanan’s eyes and how they darkened and blanked ominously.

“Chika-chan trusts you!  Fuck, even I trust.... I believe you love Ri-”

Stars burst behind her eyelids as pain exploded in her jaw. She blinked up at the ceiling a moment later, still disorientated as to how she ended up on the floor. Kanan’s silhouette loomed menacingly over her fallen form for a while, the silence thick and the tension frigid.

“Stand up.”

You shakily wiped her chin, growling at how slick her own blood felt against her skin. She lunged at Kanan’s legs, using the momentum to pull and pin the older girl onto the floor. The revolting vertigo filled her senses when Kanan rolled with the tackle and threw her to the side. A swift but hard kick dug into her stomach, making her retch and curl up involuntarily.

“Get. Up.”

You glared up at Kanan and, frankly, was frightened by how the latter looked at her. It was not hot-blooded rage and indignation like the thugs You had defeated in the past. There was no emotion in those violet eyes. No sorrow, no anger, nothing. Something else was in that hollow gaze though, a chilling intent that she couldn’t quite decipher.

Scoffing, You spat out blood and tried to keep up with her bravado. However, each and every one of her punches were blocked and countered and she repeatedly got struck to the ground.

And every time, Kanan told her to get up, before knocking her down again and again.

Perhaps she truly was a masochist, for she fell into a rather pleasant daze from the bone-aching bruises that must be forming from Kanan’s fists. The pain was keeping her mind from wandering and she could actually feel her body, instead of that floating sensation as she trudged through every day

How pathetic was this? She was getting her ass handed to her by the person she hated, and she actually felt like laughing?

A mad grin lit up on her face. Was this why Kanan was laughing earlier? Fuck, she was right, maybe she did understand her the most?

You’s smile became twisted in agony when Kanan hauled her up by her collars and slugged her face. A strange buzzing resounded in warning in her mind and her eyesight blurred as she peered at her opponent, who raised her fist slowly for one last hit.

Ah, so Kanan wanted her dead. She could see it now.

“K-Kanan-chan, no!”

The grip loosened around her collars and she dropped bonelessly onto the floor. Out of the corner of her dimming vision, she saw Chika grabbing Kanan’s arm and attempting to push the older girl away. Her legs were bare and the overly-large shirt drooped to one side, revealing one shoulder, as if she threw on one piece of clothing in a hurry before coming to intervene.

Grunting, You agonizingly sat up. ‘Get away from that person, she’s dangerous!’ was what she wanted to say, but only a hacking cough left her mouth. Chika spun around and hastily crouched by her side.

The sight of Chika’s tears and horrified expression hurt more than her wounds.

“Y-You -chan? D-Don’t talk okay? We’ll get you… both of you to the hospital. I-I’ll grab something to s-stop the bleeding…”

“No need. Tend to her, Chika. I’ll leave.”

Chika flinched but she stayed by You’s side. “But, Kanan-chan, y-you’re hurt too, and-”

“It’s okay. Stay,” Kanan crouched down as well. “Unless, you want to come with me?”

To You’s surprise, Chika shook her head, and that was when You was aware of the crying girl holding her hand.

Kanan smiled at her then, a soft and charming sort of smile that lacked any malice. “You’re such good girl, Chika.”

It was the same opinion as You’s, but hearing it coming from Kanan filled her heart with bitterness. How dare she share the same sentiment?

“I-I’m not,” the mikan-haired girl sniffled and squeezed You’s hand. She noticed Chika was shaking and borderline hyperventilating.

“You are.” Kanan gently pulled her to a hug and gradually, Chika’s shallow breathing became even. You could only watch helplessly, her consciousness flickering a little until she realized she wasn’t going to pass out into blissful oblivion any time soon. She felt like an outsider, really, seeing how perfectly Chika melted into Kanan’s embrace.

“W-What happened?” Chika whispered feebly and peered up at the taller girl. “No, rather, why did you two-?”

Kanan tenderly cupped her cheek and leaned close as if to kiss her, but paused and only placed a soft kiss against her forehead. “All I can say is, I’m sorry for what happened here, for messing up your room. It’s better... that I go now.”

“Wait, Kanan-chan, don’t-”

The older girl shook her head and caressed Chika’s disheveled hair before stepping out of the room. She was biting down her lips to muffle her whimpers, her body trembling in great distress.

You cursed herself for unable to comfort the girl she loved, not even a simple hug.

After a deep breath, Chika began to dab and wipe at You’s bloody face, using her long sleeve. Inadvertently, You glanced at her exposed shoulder and thighs and the hickies that marked her.

Something ugly flooded You’s chest.

“I thought you don’t want anything in return?” Though her voice was hoarse and slurred, she knew Chika heard her clearly. Her mind was screaming inside, for her to stop, for her to just hug the distraught girl. This wasn’t Chika’s fault. She mustn’t lose it on Chika. Chika was just a victim. All the blame should be on Matsuura Kanan.

Chika smiled brokenly and gingerly lowered her hand. “You’re right, You-chan. I’m so, so, sorry. I wasn’t… I didn’t plan to…”

See, it was all Kanan’s fault. She must have coerced or seduced Chika somehow, using her feelings for sex. You sighed shakily and was about to reach for Chika’s hand when the latter’s words froze her.

“But when we… when she held me, I-I realized how much I wanted…” Chika sobbed and hid her face behind her face as if ashamed. “I so wanted to be s-someone to her. I so wanted to be l-loved in return too, so I-I…”

“You lied to me.”

“W-What?”

You coldly stared at Chika’s bewildered and tear-stained face. “Before, when we were shopping, when you got that music box, you gave me that whole speech and… what a fucking idiot I was, for believing your words! You didn’t want anything in return, heh… well, in the end, you’re just human. Right, that’s better this way, actually.”

“Y-You-chan?”

“Like you, Chika-chan, I’m only human.” You ignored the warning voice in the back of her cloudy mind. She roughly grasped at Chika’s shirt and pulled.

“Wha-”

Chika’s lips tasted salty like tears and coppery like blood.

You’s broken phone lays forgotten in the corner, the anchor keychain stained with maroon.

[athyrabunlord]

Daydream [II]. Chika

Reminder: This is based off of Daydream Warrior and this fanart I did Warning: Profanity, violence and sex. Ships: You>Chika>Kanan>Riko>?; with mentions of YouMari & KanaMari, and implied DiaYoshi & Maruby Words: 1,711

[I. Mari] [II. Chika] [III. Yohane] [IV. Kanan] [V. Dia] [VI. Hanamaru & Ruby] [VII. You] [VIII. Riko] [IX. ???]

II. Chika

“Why did I meet you?

I felt a definite link between us”

“Hello, earth to You-chan~?”

“Ah, gomen, Chika-chan.”

“You’re daydreaming again… is shopping with me so boring?”

You only chuckled and shook her head. Her lack of response made her orange-haired companion huff and stomp in playful annoyance. Chika was always full of energy and reacted to everything earnestly. There was never a dull moment with this pure-hearted, mikan-loving girl.

She’s a good girl. She’s such a good girl, yet…

Blue eyes glared at the ground, willing to burn a hole then and there so that she could jump in and would not have to endure this torture any longer. Or she could throw that accursed Kanan in and be done with it all, heh.

Soft, dainty hands waved in front of her face, prompting her to look at Chika in the eyes at last. The girl of her dreams now looked concerned, rather than disgruntled as her tone suggested.

“You-chan, are you really okay? Y-You got into a fight again, didn’t you?”

You stopped Chika’s hand before it could touch the small bandage on her neck that wasn’t covered by her scarf. “No, and I’m okay. I just slept late last night, that’s all.”

Chika scrunched up her face to an adorable pout. She appeared so innocent then, so trusting and full of zeal that half of You wished to embrace her and never let go. As if such gesture could siphon a bit of light and goodness into her jaded soul too.

The other half of her so wanted to break Chika’s purity.

Imagine what her reaction would be, if she were told about the hickie behind the bandage? You suppressed a shiver as she recalled Mari’s phantom warmth against her skin and those supple lips upon her neck. Oh yes, what would Chika think?

“Are you cold, You-chan? I know you don’t like the cold,” Chika was still frowning as she tugged at You’s scarf and wrapped it more snugly around the latter. “Here, lemme warm your hands!”

Sighing, You allowed herself a brief moment in which she indulged in the sensation of having her hands caressed by the girl she loved. All those fleeting fantasies of destroying Chika’s innocence were gone, leaving behind that prickly shame for daring to imagine such a thing. She had to fight every fibre of her being not to interlace their fingers, and instead, she gently squeezed Chika’s hands once before letting go.

“Thanks, Chika-chan. Now, let’s… let’s get back on track. How about this one?”

Without waiting for her companion’s answer, she entered a quaint shop full of small trinkets and antique ornaments. You pretended to look focused, nodding and grunting every now and then to show that she was listening to Chika. However, she was only concentrating on her beloved’s energetic voice, not the words themselves.

Why the fuck would she want to hear more about Matsuura Kanan?

Even then, she was but a mere human, and her brain still automatically absorbed those words and forced her to bask in Chika’s infatuation with Kanan yet again. No, not simply infatuation. You recognized that look in Chika’s eyes, something she saw whenever she stared at the mirror. Chika did love that person, just as You loved her dearly.

“Hehe, Kanan-chan almost smiled when I told her about that new restaurant three blocks away from the station. I knew it, that sashimi-loving side of her is still in there somewhere, I just need to coax it out!”

You stuffed her hands into her coat’s pockets to hide her clenched fists. She bit down on her lower lip just in time before she blurted out something Chika should never know. While she did desperately want to reveal Kanan’s sexual relationship with Ohara Mari, that would mean exposing her own twisted affair with the blonde as well. Her earlier notion of wanting to find out Chika’s reaction was long buried by the protective side of her.

No, Chika must not fall like her.

“Kanan-chan’s so kind too. Last weekend, when she heard Mito-nee made me clean the warehouse, she came over to help out. Hehe, she lifted all those boxes easily, it was kinda cool.”

I could’ve easily done that too. Where the fuck was I? Oh, right. You swallowed a growl and hung her head with guilt. I was screwing around with Mari-chan.

She flinched when Chika suddenly pinched her cheeks and pulled her lips upwards. “Smiling is important, You-chan! I’ve already had to tell Kanan-chan many times, don’t make me bug you about it too!”

You didn’t know what kind of expression she wore then, but it mustn’t be a pleasant sight because Chika cringed and dropped her hands.

“Chika-chan, why are you doing this? Why are you so hung up on… Kanan?” She forced that goddam name out between her gritted teeth, and was relieved that she sounded monotonous rather than venomous. No need to unsettle Chika more. “You know how much she loves…Riko-chan, right?”

You was puzzled by the icy chill that licked her spine then, as if she’d uttered something forbidden. Chika also looked bewildered, like she wasn’t expecting You to say that at all.

After a prolonged silence with them staring blankly at each other, Chika chuckled quietly and folded her arms behind her. “Yeah, I know Kanan-chan will probably always love Riko-chan, no matter what I do or what anyone else does for that matter. So what’s why I’m not doing anything. I just enjoy spending time with Kanan-chan.”

She paused and exhaled shakily before peering up at You with a small smile. “I’m not looking for anything in return. I just want to show her that I care about her, that’s all. I’m her friend, aren’t I?”

It was as if a beast’s claws had dug into You’s heart with those sincere words. She understood Chika’s feelings very well, except the selfish core of her still wanted to possess the latter all for herself. Unable to respond, she simply stood there and stared at the ground while Chika continued browsing around the shop.

She must have zoned out yet again, for Chika has already finished her purchases and was poking her arm for attention.

“Here you go~!” You blinked at the small anchor keychain dangling in front of her face, and then at the grinning girl as the trinket was deposited onto her palm.

“For me?”

“Yup! Yousorou~” Chika saluted and pointedly gazed at You until the latter returned the gesture. “Thanks for shopping with me, You-chan.”

“You don’t have to, it’s my pleasure. I am your friend after all,” You mumbled slowly, those pure words tasting vile on her tongue.

“Hehe, nope! You’re not just any friend but my best friend!”

You was both pleased and disconcerted by how Chika thought of her. At least, she was still special in the mikan-loving girl’s world.

“You think Kanan-chan would like this? She should, since Riko-chan would too,” Chika held up a small music box with a pattern of dancing dolphins carved onto the mahogany exterior. Admittedly, this gift was rather quintessentially Kanan and Riko, and it sickened You to her stomach.

“Why do you love her so much? Especially when she doesn’t love you back?” She wanted to punch herself for bringing up the topic again but a part of her no longer cared. She was tired of everything. It felt like she had been suppressing so much shit that something’s bound to erupt sooner or later.

However, Chika appeared unfazed by such painful question. In fact, her bright eyes had never looked so determined then, and You found herself falling for her best friend all over again. “I just do, You-chan. I won’t lie and pretend that I’ve never wondered about any alternatives. What if I’ve never met Kanan-chan? What if she’s never met Riko-chan? What if none of us ever met? How different would things be?”

She shook her head and, despite appearing so vulnerable, her voice was steadfast. “We can’t change what’s already happened, You-chan. All you can do is trust how you feel. After all, if you don’t trust yourself, who will?”

You opened her mouth only to close it a moment later, unable to refute her words.

“Love isn’t meant to be convenient,” Chika’s tone softened as she gazed at You warmly. “You can’t help the way you feel, but the link between two people is real, whether it’s reciprocated or not. Sometimes it hurts, or maybe it hurts most of the time, but it drives you forward every day and helps you discover parts of your world that you’ve never even thought of! And for that, I treasure such feeling.”

She lightly touched her chest and whispered. “I love Kanan-chan.”

And I love you. You replied inwardly but kept her expression placid. Ah, how would things be like if she hadn’t fallen for Chika? She and Mari would not have to cling onto each other in such a despicable, pitiful way. Perhaps, they might even love each other. And maybe, just maybe…

You closed her eyes briefly and saw a picturesque image that was forever etched into her mind. A pair of gentle amber eyes, lustrous burgundy hair that cascaded like a waterfall, and a pretty smile that filled her chest with warmth.

Indeed, how would things be like?

Alas, there was no point in daydreaming at all.

“You are right, Chika-chan,” You summoned whatever hadn’t died inside her heart to force out an acceptable grin. “You have my support. Let me know if… Kanan and Riko-chan like the gift, ne? I’d like some credit, haha.”

The endearing smile that blossomed on Chika’s visage dulled the ache a little, making it worthwhile. You hid her clenched fists inside her pockets once more, relishing in the sensation of nails digging into skin and the sticky hotness of trickling blood. Her feeling was not convenient at all.

Love was painfully addictive and delectably despairing.

It was real.