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[jjillekkot]

Everyone’s got jokes, don’t they? When they’re sent on errand to fetch a few items, Yuffie thinks little of it: two heads are better than one, especially when there are things out East that still make little sense to her, or that she might not recognize. Besides, Squall has a better command on common tongue than she: so there will be less slip ups, she supposes, when it comes to requesting information, selecting products. 

But she can’t account for the weather: the overcast nor the cold, and how she’s forced to stand flush against the older teen for warmth and security. She thinks little of her positioning until others point it out, particularly an old couple who ‘ is reminded of their first trysts. ’ And such a thing mildly frightens Yuffie, because such feelings are unfamiliar: it suggests something serious, concrete between them, and the shinobi is more afraid than anything to have their friendship collapse because she doesn’t know how to care for it.

The comment does get conversation rolling, forces them to acknowledge mutual attraction. And like a bandaid, Yuffie thinks to get the most painful thing out the way quickly. Would he want to kiss? Would he think it’s awkward? What if that’s the breaking point? One way to find out, and there’s no point in waiting to ask in Yuffie’s mind.

But when he responds, she’s kind of surprised that, well, it went decently. Is he serious ? He’s always serious, that’s a dumb question.. but does she try it? Yuffie’s nervous: while this does sound like something straight out of Tifa’s romance novels, she’s so worried that it’s too soon or maybe it’s really not alright. It’s probably best to let Squall go for it if he’s really inclined. She’s already done the hard ice breaking part: doesn’t that mean something?

Blush tinted on cheeks, she has to break her gaze away from the brunette’s.「  ... Oh, okay. I-I’d be okay with that, too. 」

a reply to // @aloofleader

[jjillekkot]

‘ sometimes, you have to do bad things to survive. ’

apocalypse prompts // @irafatum

Bad things, huh? Is it really so easily to just explain away everything they’ve done to just bad things? Or is it really justifiable, in order to merely survive? Sometimes she’s plagued by doubt, her morals in question. She’s made it another day, that’s true– but how many places collapsed, how much suffering was inflicted by their hands? Because they needed to survive.

Then Yuffie thinks, and she remembers that neither of them would have made it if they weren’t living off spite and anger, if they weren’t doing bad things too. Sure they might be the cause of injury and theft, but does it mean that the world should continue to harm them just because, without any retribution? Their minds, their bodies attacked and abused to suit someone else’s needs… what was fair about any of that?

Maybe what they’re doing isn’t bad after all. It’s just another form of justice.

[jjillekkot]

Tidus must be used to people asking him to teach them how to blitz; but he’s the star player of the Zanarkand Abes, and she knows if she got the lesson from Wakka, he’d be severely upset-- betrayed, even. So she’s been holding off on the request, but... today’s special. Wouldn’t this be a decent exception, a tolerable question? It is her birthday, after all.

「 C’mon. I promise I’m a quick learner. Won’t take me longer than a day. So please? Can you teach me? 」

a ( birthday ) starter for // @leviathkand

[jjillekkot]

She’s always enthusiastic for entertainment, an opportunity for pranks and presents alike; and the holiday approaching is suitable enough to faciliate both. A jovial girl at heart, she can’t but to be entertained at the mention of themed store: think of the costumes, the props, the accessories! They could do something truly spooky-- more than what’s normally offered by the Moonflow, anyway.

「 I think I was born ready for this. 」

a reply to // @sandprincessrikku

[jjillekkot]

She’s off-duty today, so naturally she stays home at community center where her father is attempting to entice her with gifts of exotic value, with dancers and elaborate decor, with foodstuffs both traditional and exotic. Godo is, for all intensive purposes, a good man, and the men who work for him just as considerate and loyal as one might expect. Because they have pledged their lives to working for the Kisaragi family, and are expected to keep to their word.

And she’s pleased, quite entertained by the audience her father has summoned, amused with the show he’s arranged on her behalf. She’s worked hard in her own right, and deserves such favor, she thinks. She takes no hand-me-downs because of who she is, this birthright. 

And yet, there is someone she’s curious about-- on whether Papa truly invited him, or did he arrive of his own volition? What a curious sight it is, to see Mr. Iwai also in the crowd.

a ( birthday ) starter for // @military-shop-untouchable

[jjillekkot]

Kiss + 1+4+21 {with that song going in the background}

kiss // @military-shop-untouchable

Not that she doesn’t think Iwai isn’t capable of taking care of himself, but she doesn’t expect too much from him either. For as dangerous of a position he’s in, she’s surprised he’s lasted this long. The triads are cut-throat and the streets attract the most shady individuals. 

Even his ‘ legit ’ business, an antique shop, acts as a magnet for weird people, from avid collectors to casuals to those with questionable intentions. She still can’t gauge why those high school kids visit as often as they do. The one time she chose to ask about it, they shot back with Aren’t you a student too? And it was with a grin that she could spout that due to online classes and private lectures, she already had a degree. Brats should stay in their own lane.

Technically, her father’s services don’t extend to outside the business. It would likely come at some additional service, or even a cost, to request such protection. They’re so greedy for money, greedy for everything, that it’s like they can’t consider that at the end, these are human lives, and Iwai-san is providing a service, fulfilling their needs.

She doesn’t arrive in the mornings when he opens, but Yufi’s got a habit of roaming around the back alleys in the evenings anyway to avoid judgmental eyes, so she’s just around when it’s time to close. And she doesn’t take him all the way home– just to the train station, and she really doesn’t have to do that. It started as just a habit, but now it’s a duty she’s taken upon herself. Call it a personal interest, for the sake of the business. And maybe the company’s not half bad, either.

And this walk started like any other, though perhaps they’re closer than usual due to the weather. It’s raining out, and she figured that he’d have his own umbrella, so she only brought a small one. A solitary, single use type of deal. And honestly, if she wasn’t going to stop by, she might not have brought the damn thing at all. She doesn’t mind being drenched, even enjoys stepping in puddles if people aren’t watching. Might splash them if people are. It’s for his sake; and perhaps that’s why he’s decided to take it upon himself to take advantage of the situation, to invade her personal space, limbs brushing against one another as they huddle together at intersections waiting to cross, or merely if they step in misalignment. It’s so close, so intimate.

And she swears that she can feel the heat of his breath against her skin, and it’s enough to leave her flushed, shivering more than the coolness of temperature outside and rain on exposed flesh. Yufi tries to think otherwise, says her nerves are only from an overactive imagination, focuses on the steps and the ever increasing blur of anything that’s not their final destination.

But she’s blindsided when they make a turn she doesn’t expect, and she panics: did he see something she failed to notice? Were one of the other clansmen, or a shaker, in their path? Was it someone he wanted to avoid for other reasons outside of the business? Admittedly, she knows little to nothing of his personal life. Never thought it affected her, really. But how wrong she is, how terribly naive she must be, because she’s flush under him and his grip on the umbrella drops as he replaces it against her wrist, pins her against brick wall. And she would be angry, but instead she’s watching his gaze, nearly primal, dominant, and she’s forced to face just how attractive he is. Not that she’s never noticed before, Iwai-san is a very good looking man, but her hormones never matter when she’s on the job. She can’t afford for them to. She has to jump when the situation arises. Step up to any occasion.

But doesn’t this situation call for it? Because he’s leaning in, and she’s trapped–not really, because Yufi knows enough self-defense to slide out of his grasp if she really wanted to–but she’s enraptured by him, and finds her gaze faltering from his eyes, dropping to his lips as he closes the distance between them.

And it’s hot, burning, sets her skin ablaze beneath him as she wishes she could move, though she’s unsure whether she’d push him away or pull him closer. But she’s receptive, fiesty, tongue and teeth clashing as she refuses to be completely overtaken, yet she’s greedy for what he’s giving. He offers treasures, and she takes them, lets her body writhe against him, and he seems to pull her closer, second hand around her waist, grinds right back against her in desperate moves.

And when he does pull away, she’s not ready for it, leans back in for messy, open-mouthed forbidden kisses, because she shouldn’t let him get the best of her, she insists he isn’t, but she’s willing to make the walk past the train station now, just to see what it might entail.

prompts: a kiss + in the rain ; against a wall ; for the first time.

[jjillekkot]

shows up for a (probably chaste!) kiss

ok listen here cat daddy // @legendary-yakuza

Not that Yufi really took Kiryu for the kissing booth kinda guy, but… she can’t really say what kind of man the Dragon of Dojima is supposed to be. All she knows is the reality of the situation; how he’s here, at her university, at a kissing booth located in front of a cat cafe. And while that was bound to attract plenty of people… she didn’t think yakuza would be one.

「 So you’re like, serious about this then. 」She’s still asking, despite how he provided yen without any hesitance. And yet, this is Kamurocho, and the customer is king. 

So she steps out from behind the booth and pulls the man down by his jacket to provide what she’d consider a sweet kiss, soft lips and no teeth. Even lets it last for a moment, gives the people a show, advertisement for what her team has to offer. But they are in public, after all; so she lets go, pats him on his chest and retreats back to previous location.

「 I hope you’re satisfied, then, sir, 」she says with a gentle smile.「 I’m afraid anything more than that, should you like to continue, would be an additional cost. 」

[jjillekkot]

my muse carries yours to bed ( meaning Light carries Yuffie cuz let's face it, she wouldn't be able to haul his big ass )

people who love happiness // @sanctiichor

Perhaps she’s too enthusiastic, too eager to fight the Manikins. Because she’s rather sure that there must be an end to all of this, even if the others say otherwise. There has to be. Because other wise, what is this all for? What else drives them to fight, than a sense that eventually this will all be over?

Despite hearing the warnings, being told to fall back, to reserve her energy, she’s depleted. Confused and collapsed against the cold arena floor; and with nothing within her left to complain, she can do nothing but sigh as she’s scooped into the Warrior of Light’s arms.

「 Do you do this for everyone? 」she asks, albeit rather sleepily,「 Or am I that special? 」

[jjillekkot]

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

drabble list // @military-shop-untouchable

Even though Kaoru himself is rather sweet and genuine, she’s noted that his father, on the other hand, seems to have a sense of mystery, of mischief, that is often tucked behind the guise of parenthood. Her dad feels so boring in comparison; he’s just a politician, very square in his stances and attitude, transparent in his intentions with the exception of his work. But she hardly gets to see that side of him– it’s more about grades and responsibilities and ‘ being serious. ’ Isn’t that why she bails, anyway?

So coming to Untouchable always makes her smile; because there must be some secret she doesn’t know. Why keep his store off the main street? Why is it so dark? Is there really such a large market for toys–she’s sorry, models–and if so, why don’t they just sell them at the toy store?

But those are things that Kaoru doesn’t know the answer to, either, and Mr. Iwai certainly knows how to be tough when he’s enticed. So they both choose not to ask.

And yet, there are certainly things he’ll budge on. Like when he knows she’s not supposed to have candy, and yet he slides her lollipops and fizzy drinks when customers aren’t looking. Or maybe despite how he doesn’t trust her with many of the items he sells, on occasion he shows her new merchandise, or that which he’s putting aside for customers.

So he’s not as scary as he might appear to seem at first glance. But he still is certainly cool, and that’s enough in her book.