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lys-lilac · 1 year ago

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A Surprise Proposal: Toshiki Kasumi X MC

[A/N: Blame my dream for this idea as well. But MC sharing her insecurities with him? YES YES YES! Also who doesn't like a proposal to go reverse way? All the characters belong to Voltage Inc. and this is a fictional work.]

Night: EICU HQ

It was just a normal, and hectic day for both of you. Surgeries, post operative care, out patients, meetings, and paperworks. Even though the rigorous hours in hospital were fulfilling for you, in the recent 2 years, you had been looking forward to something else every single day. That handsome face, that alluring voice, that unwavering gaze, that softness of his hand and his warmth. When you joined the hospital, you had already made up your mind not to make any more new relationships. You knew how difficult it was maintain each one, trust someone that much and the subsequent pain of them receding away farther and farther from your reach. The feeling of being unwanted, unwelcome had scarred your heart so deep that it was beyond healing. Even though everyone praised you for being a brilliant student, you couldn't help but feel pathetic often, crying over a patient's death when you were alone even though it was supposed to be your job, wanting to spend time with friends, when in reality you couldn't make one. Maybe they found you boring for being a nerd? But, you still would try to focus on the positive side of your life, your supportive parents, Asuka, who had been your emotional support. You thought earlier, you shouldn't wish for more. You should be content with this much. Little did you know, you subconsciously wanted to hold to a hand that wanted to help you, and be loved. There he was. Waiting for you, accepting all your sides with open arms, with that gentle gaze. He said it was you who saved him, but in reality, it was him who saved you from drowning in self doubt, remorse and guilt. Sometimes it even made you think whether you are dreaming, and the harsh reality will return back soon.

"MC?"

The familiar voice breaks your train of thoughts and you can't help but smile. After all, it is your day off tomorrow together.

"Dr. Kasumi."

Seeing you in a good mood, he ruffles your hair.

"Did anything good happen today? Share with me when we reach home."

"It's nothing. I am just happy to see you after a loooong day!"

With that gentle smile not leaving his lips, he casually slips your bag on his shoulders, and takes your hand in the other. Even though it has become a daily routine, you still feel all your tiredness wash away with his simple gesture.

"Good night everyone."

"Oh how I could kill to be in your place..."

Dr. Kyogoku mumbles while typing a patient record.

"I owe you one, oh dear Chairman bodyguard!"

"MC, the new stock you promised."

Dr Ekuni's voice comes lazily from the office couch.

"Got it. 5 flavors of jelly, and the curry ramen. But it goes to our joint snack account!"

"Yes ma'am, very grateful."

You can't tell if he is drowsy or just enjoying the moment of peace with that relieved expression of his.

"Enjoy your day off together. And please get some sleep, you two zombies."

Dr. Hosho chuckles as he places a cup of coffee on his desk.

"Who are you calling a zombie? Isn't a prince surviving on coffee more zombie like?"

"Just admit you suck at joking Dr. Kasumi. Your words and that chilling gaze are 180° to each other."

Dr. Takado replies looking at his cooking ramen.

Even though Kasumi tries to joke, all HQ members have long known it will fail mostly. But knowing him, he won't mind either way, even though he pouts slightly. Then we proceed home.

Night: Kasumi's Apartment

"Should we watch this?"

"Your choice, I am fine with your picks."

Kasumi replies as he places two cups of hot chocolate on the table.

For a change of pace, you have decided to watch a movie together. Yes, visiting places on dates is really fun, but just enjoying each other's company at home is sometimes more of what you crave.

As you tap the start button, you drape a blanket over both of you.

"Should I raise the temperature of air-con a little more?"

Thinking you are cold, he pulls you closer to him.

"What if I say I just wanted to be cozy?"

"Should we postpone the movie for tomorrow and do something else tonight then?"

"You- we should continue the movie purr-ty please..."

"Pfft, got it."

Silently burying your face on his chest to hide your red cheeks, you get amazed by the common fact that all this time you have spent together, you still can't understand how he is so smooth with his words. But at least he seems happy, so it's worth it.

The movie is about the nemesis of a famous detective, but from his point of view. Why he committed crimes, what was his view of an ideal world and upto what extent he could sacrifice to reach his goal. You have been a fan of the manga series, so were over the moon when the movie was announced. And now you got the chance to watch it! As for Kasumi, he showed interest in the manga when you shared it with him, and now he enjoyed it as well.

As the movie is about halfway, your eyes start to get heavy. The protagonist is standing in a field full of white lillies, and while gazing at the blue sky, mumbles to himself that if the detective and him can be born again, it would be lucky if they can be true friends that time and not enemies.

Maybe it's the work fatigue, or the serene scenery of the movie, or perhaps the comfort of being with Kasumi, that you decide to spill the thoughts you had in the hospital earlier.

"Kasumi?"

"Mm? Are you sleepy?"

"A little. But I want to share with you why I was actually smiling earlier in the HQ. Be patient until I finish my words okay?"

"Alright."

Leaning on his shoulder, you close your eyes to put the right words on your thoughts and to convey it to him clearly.

"You know, back when I was in med school, I felt pathetic and disgusted by myself often. Even though everyone encouraged me saying I will become a good doctor in the future, in that process, they subsequently killed my heart by indirectly implying that I shouldn't expect happiness in the process. I also wanted to visit places with friends, grab dinner with them and just have a good time sometimes. But that had become impossible for someone like me. Of course, Asuka became my sole Anam Cara* later, but those lingering feelings would never go."

"..."

You knew he would listen to you and wouldn't interrupt, so fighting your drowsiness, you continue.

"I do believe in miracles. But I never thought I would be blessed with such a great miracle, that is, meeting you. My first impression of you was that of a disciplined and top surgeon, someone I should admire and aspire to be. I used to see your care for your patients. That's when I thought, what a gentle heart he has. I hope may he stay happy. When you saved me from that speeding truck, what I was more shocked at rather than the accident was the fact that why did you save me? Your care and love that is like a vast expanse of the sky, soothing to watch at, but at the same time was so far from me, could I perhaps reach it? I was conflicted by own feelings. I was scared that I would hurt you, or maybe would hurt myself if I came to know you already had a significant other. That's why I still feel like dreaming that such a kind person accepted someone like me."

"MC..."

You could feel his bangs softly caressing you, that result in making you feel even more sleepy.

"So if I say I want to be with you, is that okay? If I say let's get married, and grow old together.... is... that... o-okay..."

As you are almost about to express your innermost feelings, sleep takes over you.

"Not even waiting for me to reply? My cute MC, you again suceeded in stealing my heart for the umpteenth time. As for the answer--"

He turns off the TV, lifts you up to take you to the bedroom and carefully whispers midway so as to not wake you up...

"The answer's always been yes."

(*Anam Cara- A soul friend who supports you and you rely on them whenever you face any problem)

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seikotakai · 10 months ago

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Thoughts on Tekken 8 demo (so far)

>I'm enjoying it so far. I already got that warrior rank by destroying everyone with my boy Jin Kazama. Also I am so glad Bandai Namco finally added vs CPU as an option (which they should've done years ago smh, but better now than never I guess). I always spent most of my time playing Soul Calibur 6 just playing as my favorite characters or customizations in the vs CPU mode. The vs CPU really does add replay value to the game (playing as your favorite characters, wanting to see your favorite characters's special intros with the other characters in the roster which is epic). Glad they're bringing back Tekken Ball as well. Oh maybe some more single player content would be great too (like idk bring back survival mode, time attack, or team battle).

>Still hoping Tekken 6 gets retconned (ex. jin got brainwashed by azazel like how nina got brainwashed by shrek in tekken 3) and Kazuya does not fucking die.（πーπ）

>I'm actually so happy Kazuya defeated Jin in the first chapter. Sure eventually of course at the end of the game Jin Kazama will get stronger and beat him in a rematch. But like...after watching every single mortal kombat villain (except Shao Kahn, Shang Tsung, and the bug bitch who killed Mileena) being pathetic jokes who get their asses kicked every 5 seconds. It's refreshing to me seeing Kazuya finally be a threat instead of being like Team Rocket or FANG from Street Fighter V's story mode. *shudders* (oh and also people on youtube comments won't complain about "jIn AlWaYs WiNs" because he lost to kaz here and he also lost to both hwoarang and miguel).

>can't put kazuya in the cute little flower booba shirt because no customization in demo. ( ╥ω╥ ) on the bright side, the main menu literally lets you stare at kazuya's sexy tits and sexy dilf body in general in multiple directions. beautiful.

>the arcade quest was neat too, at least the avatar characters are kind of cute (they are not ugly and shit as the stupid fucking Sportsmates from Nintendo Switch Sports who tried to replace the miis). I had fun kicking everyone's asses and I cheered when Kazuya won that tournament and kicked someone's ass.

>Jin's special intros with some characters like Xiaoyu are cute. Too bad you cannot fight Hwoarang in the demo so you cannot get his and Asuka has no special intro with him for some stupid reason.

>there's also some hope that maybe some of the side characters will be relevant in this game and get to shine (keyword maybe...knowing every game since tekken 6, they will probably drop the ball). it was neat seeing everyone joining the tournament in the intro chapter including lili, paul, and steve. i mean in tekken bloodline king gets to do some cool shit and paul was not a joke that time.

>Fighting and almost losing to Panda made me more upset Anna is not in this game come on now. I know Bandai Namco obviously lowkey hates Bruce Irvin because they replaced him twice now. First he was replaced by Bryan in Tekken 3 (don't worry Bryan ily problematic babygirl) and then Josie in Tekken 7. But man, why can't either of Kazuya's bodyguards be in this game or Tekken 7 at launch (although to be fair, Eddy is not in Tekken 8 either so). Fucking make Kuma an alternate costume of Panda, then BRING BACK ANNA! We gotta have both Nina and Anna, man! At least Kazuya still has the greedy coffee CEO lady Azucena by his side tho. She knows Kazuya will make her coffee sell more $$$ and Kazuya looks hot.

>So you can make your own ghost data now or something...okay.

>I adore the voice acting in this game so far, especially Isshin Chiba's amazing work as Jin Kazama as usual. I love listening to his voice, it's so badass and yet it's also a quality asmr voice. Masanori Shinohara also does wonders as Kazuya Mishima.

Still not too sure whether to buy this game or not (yet)...but I'm a little more optimistic now.

#tekken #bandai namco #namco #namco bandai #jin kazama #kazuya mishima #please retcon tekken 6 in tekken 8 that's what i really want in tekken 8 along with more offline single player content #tekken 8 #tekken 8 demo #thoughts #opinion #fighting game #fgc #bring back anna williams smh

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broken-clover · 1 year ago

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ky whump anon: i was thinking strive era, but this was before the reveal that our catboy got woobiefied. so, morally gray asuka who while is cordial about sol’s allies/friends, he’s more heavy handed with them versus sol now. something about figuring out how the scales of juno can threaten his plans—so ky’s captured or something, for a just general lab/medical whump set up? asuka might be professional and not out to cause pain, but he’s not taking no for an answer lmk if you receive this ask and it didn’t get munched.

While it took me a while to flesh this one out, I finally come bearing words! Thank you kindly for your patience, anon, I hope the wait was worth it. Admittedly, I am not entirely finished, but I have at least completed the first two chapters in full, the first of which I'll post here. Asuka was a lot of fun to write! I liked trying to balance his well intentions and slight callousness from prior games.

As far as I can tell, currently this should be around 6-7 chapters long, possibly subject to change depending on how long things get, I'm going to see how it goes!

The treatments were not working. For all their initial confidence, King Ky only seemed to wither further and further by day.

The culprit was an obvious one, the ever-spreading blue-black veins that lit up his skin yet seemed to suck in all light nearby. A telltale sign of Gear cells running rampant in an infectee’s body, gradually tainting more and more human flesh. Still an irreversible condition after the crusades, only hardly slowed with even the most top-notch of magics and medicines

(His Majesty looked at the royal physicians with dismay and annoyance whenever they used words like ‘infect’ and ‘tainted.’ They were passed over in conversation, but remained unaltered in his medical files)

Ever since the debut of Dizzy to Illyria’s public, rumors had already run rampant among the various tabloids and salon gossip, but the idea that their beloved First King was something inhuman was one that stayed confined to the level of absurd housewife chatter, at least to the average citizen. King Ky, a Gear? Utter nonsense, how much have you drunk today? But it was true, every word. One of the biggest scandals in political history, obfuscated by its own absurdity.

It was for the best, really. Things could carry on as they normally did, with nobody the wiser of their own monarch’s rapidly-declining state.

Ky was not a man who took days off, nor one that would burden others with his own suffering. He hadn’t been. Now, after every daily speech was done, every necessary meeting dealt with, he hobbled down to the castle’s medical wing to fall into the arms of his personal caretakers, weakly whimpering for something, anything to ease the pain. They replied with syringes of painkillers and anticonvulsants, a line of fluids in one wrist, and soft, meaningless reassurances of his own strength and ability to weather it all. The only option available was palliative care, doing all they could to ease the symptoms of a disease that they could not cure.

“He shouldn’t be going out at all anymore. The strain only worsens the symptoms further.”

“I h-have to. I have to-” While some may have seen the king’s frail state as pathetic, the pained, warbling timbre in his voice was enough to find sympathy in the hardest of hearts.

“Don’t force yourself to speak.” One of the physicians stroked his face in a way that should have earned a scolding from his co-workers, but none of them could think of many better ideas to comfort him. “Give the medication a minute to take effect, it will be easier to talk if you need to.”

More often than not, by the time the medication kicked in, Ky was already half-conscious, unwilling- or incapable- to force himself awake and to power through. It left the staff to talk over his unresponsive body while they attended to him, distinctly more uneasy now that he wasn’t aware enough to notice it.

“There are no Gear specialists that we know to call. Even if we did, reaching out to them could prove disastrous. We have to keep this knowledge in a very close circle. We can’t risk anything.”

“And if our paranoia ends up killing him?” One asked, with a pointed glare.

Another stepped between the two, hands raised. “Fighting won’t do any good. Focus more on solutions, not more problems.”

“What solutions could there be that we haven’t already tried?” Asked another. “Transfusions, folk cures, exorcisms, we’ve done everything shy of amputating his arm and flaying half of his face!”

“There must be something, we just haven’t found it yet.”

“Come to the west entrance.”

“I’m certain there’s a test we-” The speaker paused. “Which one of you said that?”

They turned to one another, muttering.

“Come to the west entrance. I wish to speak with you.”

“Do you hear something?” The voice had not come from any of their mouths.

“I…I thought I was hallucinating. I thought the stress had finally gotten to me, do you all hear it too?”

“Yes. I am speaking to all of you. Come to the west entrance. It is better if we speak in person.”

“Telepathy.” One of them noted. “That’s…that’s not a magic many people are capable of.”

“I only know a couple of them. No offense to any of you, but I doubt you have that level of aptitude.”

Someone shook their head. “The only one offhand that I can think of would be…oh. Oh, no.”

“You mean…him?

“I don’t think any of us want to.” He replied.

“But it sounds like he’s already here."

++++++

With an epithet as vague as ‘That Man,’ perhaps it was only natural that rumors sprung up like weeds about what he was and what he did. Was he even a man? Was he even human?

He certainly cut an imposing figure. Though not particularly large, even by human standards, That Man radiated an intimidating, unsettling aura that none of them could fully explain. He hovered several feet off of the ground, arms spread and robes billowing like some twisted parody of the messiah. A chill unease passed over them.

“Your eyes…” His voice was soft, but snaked into their ears without issue. “I take it you’re familiar with me, then?”

“Everyone is.” One of the bolder among them managed to speak. “I daresay there’s few alive that don’t.”

“I see.” Not a judgment, not a refutation. Just a statement of fact.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” He replied. “There was an abnormal reading coming from this area, I sought to investigate.”

Someone scoffed.“You were stalking us then, I presume?”

“No such thing. I measure frequencies worldwide to ensure there are no concerns. If an issue is deemed important enough, I set out to intervene and fix it. I watch mankind to ensure everyone’s safety.”

The doctor glowered. “You are not God.”

“No. Nor do I claim to be.” Slowly, That Man shook his head. “If you must, then view me as a repentant devil. I do not ask for your praise. I do not even ask for your forgiveness. All I ask is for your cooperation, and even then, it will be a brief one.”

“And why, knowing that, would we willingly aid a self-professed demon?”

The hood shifted. Though the face was still hidden from view, he knew he was being stared at.

“Tell me, many of you are religious, are you not?”

“That’s correct.”

“Excellent. Are you familiar with the tale of Meridiana?”

He tilted his head. “The star?”

“The succubus.” That Man said. “Just a story, of course, but in the 12th-century work ’De nugis curialium,’ the author claimed the era’s Pope, Sylvester II, was aided and advised by a demon called Meridiana. It was claimed that she was the true source behind his power and wisdom.”

Someone asked, “What of it?”

“Pope Sylvester II was known for his endorsement of intellectual pursuits. He encouraged the study of mathematics and astronomy. Why would a succubus allow him to do so? Had that knowledge come from her in the first place?”

Another replied “Well, it’s just a story. I imagine it was meant to be satirical.”

“Oh, of course it was. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make.” The mage shook his head. “But I suppose we’ve wasted enough time already. I am here because I am the only one who can help you.”

“With what, exactly?”

“Don’t insult me with a question like that.” He replied. “You and I both know full well what brings me here. I wish to speak with your king.”

The group suddenly turned defensive. “He cannot speak with you right now.”

“I know,” That Man replied, nodding again. “I meant that moreso in the sense of formality. Likewise, I am going to see your king, whether you approve of my presence or not.”

“We can deny you audience.”

“Certainly you could. But, as I said, I do not care about your approval.”

“We can bar the doors and remove you from the premises.”

“No. You can’t.” Despite his words, the tone came off not as threatening, but as little more than lightly scolding a child. “I will say this once, if I truly believed you were any kind of real difficulty to handle, I would not so much as let myself be seen. Again, I am acting merely in the way formality deems appropriate. This is a matter of personal intrigue to me, and I do not care about your petty objections, well-meaning or not. Open the doors and bring me to your king, or I will do so on my own.”

“W-we…I…”

As committed as they were to their duties, none of them were deluded enough to genuinely believe they stood a chance against the fabled Gear Maker. With tension thick enough to cut through, the group stood just close enough to That Man in order to guide him into the castle. He was brought through the maze of corridors until they ended in the sterile monochrome of the medical ward.

That Man never slowed, never flinched, never even turned his head beneath the hood. Ky was in the same place that he had been left, flopped over on a cot with his eyes blurry and unfocused. Whether or not the painkillers were working was of no consequence, he looked too delirious to notice the difference.

Though several of them squirmed as the world’s most well-known criminal approached their monarch’s bedside, the best they could manage was halfhearted fumbling. That Man brushed a few locks of hair out of Ky’s face in order to get a better look.

“What information do you have?”

It took the staff several moments to realize that he was speaking to them, not to the unconscious Ky. “Nothing. Pretty much nothing. The pain comes and goes, it’s exacerbated by work, but that’s expected. The fevers come randomly. More recently, he’s been eating poorly. The nausea and vomiting come as arbitrarily as most of his symptoms do.”

“We keep testing for different problems, but nothing concrete so far.” Another said. “Or, perhaps, it’s entirely common, and we don’t know enough about Gear cells to make that call. I don’t suppose it’s the simple Gear equivalent of the flu, is it?”

“That's an idiotic question. Do you think I would come out here for something like that?”

“R-right. Erm. Forgive me.

“...Do you want me to save your king’s life?”

That immediately got everyone’s attention. “Of course- of course we do!”

The Gear Maker turned to face them. “Then I need you to promise me something in exchange: nobody is allowed to know about this. Not even the king himself. Never speak a word of this after we leave this room today, not to anyone. Today was an ordinary day. Nothing of any interest occurred.”

“‘Today?’ You can cure him today?”

“I never said that.”

They bit back a shout as That Man suddenly scooped Ky right from his bed. Several of them instinctively summoned weapons or reached for any nearby supplies that could be used as one, but the thought sank in quickly that there was nothing they could do that wouldn’t hurt their king. That was, if any of them could even land a scratch on the Gear Maker.

“W-what are you doing?!”

That Man hoisted the unconscious body in his arms and looked down. “I will take him. I will treat him. I cannot guarantee he will be cured, but I can still ease the pain.”

He vanished into a magic glyph. The medics were overcome with a sinking feeling of whether or not they had made the right decision. Now, they supposed, they couldn’t do anything to change it. All they could do was hope that they hadn't made a terrible mistake.

#Frog Writes #ask #guilty gear #That Man #ky kiske #whump

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