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girlbetweenryosuke · 7 years ago

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“Pull The Trigger.”

Note: This was a request from an anon!! So yes!! Here it is!!! I’m kind of really proud of this one because I really don’t write anything very explicit (kind of). But, I stepped out of my comfort zone and wrote this so here it issss!! I hope u like it and enjoiii

Warnings: guns, drugs, cursing, and kissing.

Teaser:

“...I don’t use my ‘feminine wiles’ to get my answers, but since you are a pretty fucking hot guy, I guess I won’t hesitate.”, she smiled, and he gulped.

In a dark room with only one old lightbulb providing light, a group of nine people were drinking while sitting around an old circular wooden table. “He was kinda easy.”, Kota slanged, and the others laughed, “Kind of easy?? You came back here with a bruised-ass face!”, Kei commented. “How about you, Yuri? How was your target?”, Kota dodged the comment as Yuri chuckled. “He thought I was a no-harm high school student!”, he laughed, and the group laughed with him.

“How about you, Ryosuke?”, Keito asked Ryosuke who had his hood on, his arms crossed in front of him and his head tilted down, casting a dark shadow on his face. He remained silent despite the question and the other members hushed Keito for bringing up such a topic. “I haven’t had anyone to kill in 15 days,”, he grumbled, and the other members widened their eyes, preparing themselves for a rage. “And you’re asking me how the fuck was my last killing?!”, he slammed his fists on the table, causing the bottles of beer to shake, and some, to tip and roll off the table, smashing on the concrete floor.

“I’m sorry.”, the shy person apologized. Ryosuke looked at Keito with rage until he calmed down and slumped back into his seat. “It’s not my fault I killed the wrong person.”, he grumbled. “You’re such a baby.”, Yuri laughed. Yuri was the only one who could tease the moody guy, but if anyone else did it, they’d have a gun pointed to their forehead in a picosecond. “It’s alright, Ryosuke, boss will get you another killing soon.”, he patted his shoulder, and Ryosuke slapped his hand away, earning a laugh from Yuri.

“How did you kill the wrong person anyway?”, Hikaru asked, and Ryosuke grabbed a bottle of beer from the table and took a sip before answering, “The guy had a twin, and turns out the twin didn’t even know that his own twin was running a drug business.”. The minority that didn’t know began to burst out laughing, “You didn’t know he had a twin?!”, Keito laughed, “Yeah and you didn’t know how to shut the fuck up?!”, he slammed the beer on the table and grumbled as they calmed down from laughing.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and all of their heads swiftly turned to its direction. Kota stood up, grabbed a gun from the table and loaded it. He looked through the peephole and found a short man in a suit with his head nearly balding as he cheekily smiled at the peephole. “Who is it?”, Kota sighed and rolled his eyes, his hand already on the knob. “Satsujin.”, he gladly replied, and Kota immediately turned the knob and opened the door for him.

“Why do I have to listen to the password all the time when I can already see him through the peephole?”, Kota complained, shuffling back to his seat and slumping. “Because you might not know if it’s a person in disguise or not.”, the man said as he took a chair and turned it backward, sitting with his legs on each side, and his chin resting on its backrest. “Why would someone sacrifice their face to look like you?”, Kei said, and the rest laughed.

“So, what’s new, Shisha?”, Yuto asked. Shisha, as his name explains, is the messenger from the boss to the assassins. He’s hired to relay a new mission to them every week, without anyone else hearing it, which is why they cannot rely on telephone calls, or text messages, because anything that is not orally relayed, will be recorded by the people who are hunting them down.

“Boss has quite a number of missions for all of you this week.”, he said, as Ryosuke grumbled and rolled his eyes. It was fixed in Ryosuke that Boss meant 8 people, not 9 people when he said, “all of them”. It’s been like that for 2 weeks. “So, shall we start our meeting?”, he asked, and the nine of them rolled their eyes, “Can you stop talking so formally? You’re having a meeting with a bunch of street rats, anyway.”, Yuri said. “Listen boys,”, he said as he stood up from his seat and headed for the dirty chalkboard on the wall. “I’m a salaryman by day, and a street rat like you guys at night, so I can’t just drop the act or else I might talk like you potty-mouths in the office!”, he said, which earned a light laugh from the group.

“Anyway, I’m just going to briefly run through this.”, he said, erasing the old chalk writing on the board. “Kota Yabu, your mission is to kill John Newman, a foreign guy who’s threatening a CEO from some telecommunications company.”, he said. Shisha briefed through the boss’ orders as the 8 of them wrote their orders on a simple pad of paper. Ryosuke sat there, beer in one hand and the other, fiddling with a cap opener.

“And that will be all.”, he said as the 8 of them dropped their pads on the table, and stretched. It took around an hour for him to finish explaining in detail each and every person they were to kill so that they wouldn’t make a mistake. “Oh, and I forgot.”, he added, “There’s another person.”, he said, and the 8 sighed, picking their pad of papers up again.

“Ryosuke Yamada.”, he called him out with a sly grin as Ryosuke’s head popped up. “Your mission is to kill Y/N. Notorious for owning an underground illegal drug business. People don’t even know where they are at day, let alone where they are at night.”, he said, as Ryosuke grabbed a pad and pen from Yuri to write down the orders. “And by the way,”, he added,

“It’s a she.”.

Then, all of them burst out laughing, of course, except for Ryosuke. “No job for 15 days and then he gets to kill a girl?!”, Kota laughed, “You have it too easy, Ryosuke!”. “Go get it, boy!”, Yuya teased, as Ryosuke began to get irritated. “Oh well, maybe someone has got it… harder.”, Shisha commented, as the 8 of them burst out into more laughter, hitting the table as they ran out of breath.

“Seriously?”, he huffed in irritation. “I could kill her in one second, this is what I get after 2 weeks of waiting?!”, he slammed his fists on the table. “Now, now, now.”, Shisha calmed him down with his hands. “It isn’t an easy task to kill this girl.”, he said, and Ryosuke listened in. “Because you might fall in love and have pity on her!!!”, he laughed as the other 8 followed. “Don’t fall for her feminine wiles!!!”, Keito added.

Ryosuke pulled a handgun out from his pocket, and pointed it at Shisha’s forehead. “Give me the details, and I’ll be on my way.”, he sternly said, as Shisha raised his hands up over his head. “Boss only told me that she stays in the top floor room of an abandoned building in Akihabara.”, he said. “That’s it? No picture?”, Ryosuke asked, he was vexed. Shisha took a picture out of his pocket, and threw it onto the table. Ryosuke took it as Shisha raised his hands again, “He also told me that you only have 3 nights to complete the task, or else you’re fired.”, he added.

Ryosuke pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger. He headed over to another table to grab a box of bullets which he then stuffed into the pockets of his cargo pants. “Where are you going?”, Shisha asked, as he headed for the door of the room. “Hey, hey, hey, reply.”, Shisha once again ordered an answer from him. Ryosuke turned right before exiting the room, and he pierced him with his eyes full of irritation.

“I’m about to kill a bitch.”

It was 1 o’clock in the morning, his surroundings were pitch black, with only a few streetlights providing light to guide him. It was raining then, and he’d forgotten to bring an umbrella—plus it looked cooler if he let the rain drench his oversized sweatshirt and hair. He calmly walked up the stairs to the front door of the building where supposedly the lobby is.

Everything was dark and eerie—he didn’t like it. He had a tough exterior, but the young man didn’t like things that were paranormal. He walked up the stairs, his two hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt, trying to calm himself down. “I don’t get work for 15 days and now I’m in a fucking haunted shithouse?!”, he grumbled to himself as he reached the top floor.

He took silent steps to the door, and he pulled out a hairpin from his pocket. He heard the voices from inside. He gulped and fiddled with the lock of the knob. It finally opened, and he slipped the pin back into his pocket. He took a gun out from his pocket and slid the gun’s chamber slowly to avoid making too much noise. He turned the knob and opened the door slightly, peeking in to see that the voices he was hearing was just a show on the TV.

He slipped through the door, and creeped up into the living room. The room was filthy, with bags of white powder-like substance overflowing everywhere. There were crates with bags of pills inside, and clothes were everywhere on the floor. He walked up to the couch where in a person was covered with a fuzzy blanket, lying down, presumably sleeping. He pointed the gun at the body, and smiled to himself, “What an easy target.”. He pulled the trigger twice, sliding the chamber between both of them. He noticed that not a whimper came out of the body—nor a sign of blood.

Suddenly, he felt his arm being twisted behind him, as someone grabbed the gun off his hands. “What the fuck!”, he cursed, as they grabbed his other arm and twisted it behind him too, pushing him over the couch’s backrest. He struggled underneath them, as they chuckled, looking down at him. He turned his head to see that it was a girl in a simple sweatshirt, and pajamas that defined no shape on her body.

“Easy target? Seems so.”, she sarcastically commented.

“Fuck.”, he cursed. She pulled him up as he struggled in her hold, “Will you stop struggling, you’re like a damn wriggler.”. She looped his arms through the holes on the backrest of a chair one-by-one, and tied them up in an instance—it was like she was so used to doing so. He was out of breath from struggling, and she was out of breath from trying to stop him.

She leaned her back on the kitchen counter, and examined him. Black hair, brown eyes, beautiful skin—ah, but very short. “Who are you?”, she interrogated him, “Who are you?!”, he asked. “What, you come into people’s homes to kill them and you don’t know who they are?”, she chuckled, pushing off of the counter to lift herself up to sit on it. ��You’re Y/N?!”, he asked, still not believing that she was the girl in the photo.

“I’m guessing someone gave you a photo of me, but I’m also guessing you didn’t know that no one knows where I am at day, and where I am at night. So, it is impossible to take a picture of me.”, she smiled, explaining the misunderstanding in his brain. Ryosuke knew it wasn’t the time for this at all, but looking at her, she doesn’t look harmless at all. Not that that was derogatory, but she… looked beautiful.

His eyes were locked with hers as she tilted her head, confused as to why her captive was looking at her in that way. “It’s only been less than 10 minutes, honey, you can’t have Stockholm syndrome yet.”, she laughed. She was right, Ryosuke shouldn’t be falling for his own captor. But that smile was very contrary to the situation he was in. It was soft, and it was beaming.

“But anyway, your boss must be a great researcher to find where I live.”, she slowly clapped, as she crossed her legs, and pressed onto the counter behind her, her arms supporting her weight. “So, who’s trying to kill me now?”, she nonchalantly asked. “I don’t know.”, he said. “Ugh, I hate those three words. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know—my ass.”, she whined. “You must know something if you’re accepting a damn job, right?”, she said.

“I said that I don’t know.”, he persisted. “Listen, honey, you have a pretty face, and I’d hate to waste it and beat you up, so please don’t test my patience.”, she said. “Y/N, I don’t know.”, he said. She then pushed herself off of the counter, and walked up to him. She leaned forward, their faces only inches apart as she looked into his eyes, examining them. “Ah, I guess you really don’t know.”, she said.

She stood back up, with her arms behind her back, circling him. “So, what’s your name?”, she asked. He gulped and remembered the rule of the thumb for him. It was to never reveal their true name. Giving their real name can reveal the company they work for, therefore jeopardizing its security from the government. “Shunsuke.”, he said, as she took a piece of paper and wrote it down. “Last name?”, she followed it up. “Mori”, he said, and she hummed, nodding as she walked back to him. She showed him the piece of paper, and the word written on it made his stomach drop.

“LIAR.”

“Shunsuke Mori, I don’t use my ‘feminine wiles’ to get my answers, but since you are a pretty fucking hot guy, I guess I won’t hesitate.”, she smiled, and he gulped. She turned around, grabbing a pill from the counter and put it inside her mouth. She then turned back to him, and sat on his lap as his eyes widened. “Please tell me your real full name, sweetheart.”, she smiled, and grabbed onto the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss.

His eyes widened for a second, until he slowly felt himself being pulled into her as he kissed back. Their lips were synchronized with each other. Her lips were soft on his, and he’s never felt lips like hers before, making it even more impossible to hold back. She slotted her lips in between his, and passionately kissed him. Ryosuke felt ripped in half. He needed to stop, but he wanted to keep her on himself. She slowly slipped her tongue through, and he felt himself fall deeper into her.

He didn’t know a single thing about this girl that could make him fall for her this much. But she had this kind of aura that he was so attracted to. She was danger in a nutshell and he liked it. He couldn’t say he loved her, but he could say he loved the feeling of being with her.

Until suddenly, the pill was passed into his mouth. He tried to stop the pill from slipping down his throat, but Y/N pushed it behind his tongue with hers where it slowly slid down. He gulped as a reflex and he felt the pill slide down to his stomach. He opened his eyes wide as Y/N pulled away, both of them trying to catch their breath. “You’re pretty good. Do you have a girlfriend?”, she flirted, “No…”, he stammered as she hummed. “So, what’s your name again?”, she leaned her forehead onto his as he felt his vision blur and his body numb.

“Ryosuke… Yamada…”

She sweetly smiled, and then his vision went pitch black.

His eyes slowly opened, the morning sun’s light made him squint at its brightness. He turned his head to look around and found himself on the wet ground beside a dumpster. He pushed his back off the ground with his arms behind him. He rubbed his eyes and as his vision started to clarify, as he found a frog beside him. His eyes widened as he cursed as a reflex, holding onto the garbage bin, and pulling himself up. He looked at the frog, holding onto the bin for dear life. It croaked, and he ran away into the side walk.

He realized that he doesn’t exactly know why he was there, or what he did last night. All he could remember was that he was drinking with the gang, and Shisha came in to give them missions. Everything after that was a blur, if not completely blank. He held his hair in his hands, as he squinted, trying to refocus and figure out what he was doing.

People walking along the streets looked at him weirdly, judging him, assuming that he had just woken up from a night of drinking. His hair was a mess, moist and had dirt all over it from the ground. His sweatshirt was wet, wrinkled, and his cargo pants were plain dirty, pockets empty, with no bullets to be found.

He stumbled around the streets, making his way back to the mezzanine to meet with the guys. After 20 minutes of walking around, he found the old building he was very much familiar with. He walked to the side of the building, his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt. He nodded to the guard that was standing right beside the basement staircase. He slowly stepped down the stairs, and was met with the door of the room he spent most of his time in.

He knocked, as a voice immediately replied, “Who is it?”, a familiar voice said. “Satsujin.”, he replied, and the door immediately opened, revealing that Shisha was the one answering the door. “Why are you here? Where are the others?”, he coldly said, walking inside as Shisha closed the door behind him. “Don’t you have a day job?”, he followed up, walking to the table and removing his watch and dropping it haphazardly. “Everyone has a day job, and I have a free day, so I thought I’d do the guarding today.”, Shisha chuckled, following Ryosuke as he made his way to the small kitchen.

Rats and cockroaches infested the place. This wasn’t a work environment at all—much less a living environment. The whole place only had concrete flooring, the walls were concrete too, with bullet marks infesting each corner as a result of nights of frustrations from the 9 men. Ryosuke opened a cupboard and took a cup of instant noodles from the shelf, and then closing it after.

“You know, you really shouldn’t be eating those if you want to stay healthy.”, Shisha said, as Ryosuke’s eyes shot back to him, “Who said I wanted to be healthy?”. He then microwaved a cup of water in a mug and poured it into the cup of noodles. While waiting for the instant noodles to be ready, he took a bottle of beer from the mini-fridge and opened it. He leaned against the kitchen counter, and took sips from it.

“Listen Ryosuke, we need to talk about something.”, Shisha’s tone changed, as Ryosuke’s eyebrows furrowed. “It’s about Y/N.”, he continued. Ryosuke paused, his head tilting and his eyes narrowing, “Who’s Y/N?”. Shisha’s eyes widened, as he breathed in. His eyes moved down to the floor as he exhaled, shaking his head slowly, “So it is true…”. “What?”, Ryosuke began to get curious.

“The pill.”, Shisha said, as Ryosuke’s head tilted, “Did you take the pill?”. “What, a birth control pill??”, Ryosuke joked, as Shisha’s face kept stern. “Can you remember anything from that mission?”, he asked, “What mission??”, he replied. Shisha sighed, his hand on his forehead, somehow disturbed by what was happening. “Shisha, what’s happening??”, Ryosuke asked.

“The pill…”, Shisha said, “Once you take it, your memory from an hour before is removed.”. Ryosuke gulped, looking down, trying to recollect anything that had happened that night—and there was nothing. “Do you remember any girl?”, Shisha brought that topic up as Ryosuke’s eyes widened—he did. “Now that you mention it, there was!”, he said. “Who was it, was it Y/N?”, Shisha asked, as Ryosuke tried his hardest to remember anything.

His lips quivered, and his eyes squinted, as he held onto his hair, trying to remember. His mind was a whirlpool of things he tried to remember. Every time a vision appeared in his head, it got sucked down and he couldn’t remember them again. A striking pain began to form in his head, as he bent over, scrunching his hair in his hands.

“Woah, woah, woah, what the fuck is happening?”, Shisha softly pressed his hand on Ryosuke’s back as he flicked it away. “I just need some rest…”, he stammered and took his cup noodles and some chopsticks as he stumbled his way to the couch. He sighed, exhausted from all the thinking as he opened the lid of the cup and stirred it. “What the fuck is going on…”, he murmured to himself.

“I’ll be going now since you’re here.”, Shisha said. “Go get some rest and take a damn shower you stinky-ass dick”, he joked and waved goodbye to him as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Ryosuke chuckled, surprised that Shisha, the most decent man who’d ever stepped into this room was swearing. He set the cup on the ground, as he slumped his back on the couch, tilting his head up and resting it on the back rest. He stared at the blank ceiling, trying to reorganize his fucked-up thoughts.

As he stared at the ceiling, he realized that he can remember how he felt that night. He knew that at some point he felt irritated, and then he felt scared, and then he felt shocked, and then he felt… lustful. “Fuck, I better not have had sex with my target.”, he cursed. He licked his lips, remembering the sensation of something being pressed onto it. He lightly touched his neck, remembering that something had touched it.

He quickly realized that this could be a way to remember if something happened that night. He looked down at his crotch, his hand slowly moving towards it, as he touched it over his pants—nothing happened. He sighed in relief that he didn’t have sex that night.

But somehow, it was like he was missing something. It was like he was missing the feeling of a certain someone on him, sitting on his lap. He missed the feeling of someone’s hands on his nape, tugging on his hair from the back. He missed the feeling of someone’s lips on him, stimulating him, and making him feel pleasure. He missed the feeling of their warmth, their body so close to his.

He missed someone he couldn’t remember.

He was there again, at 12 midnight, in front of the building he didn’t know but was somehow also familiar with it. He went up the eerie stairs again, each step made a creaking sound on the tiles. “What am I doing.”, he murmured to himself. He just wanted to do his job; he just wanted to kill, but somehow something was stopping him, like his conscience was telling him to turn back and run because this is nothing but trouble—but then again from the first day of his job, he had already signed up for absolute chaos.

He unlocked the door with a hairpin, and peeked into the room, pulling a gun out of his pocket. He opened the door just right enough for him to slip through. The TV was off, the couch was empty, and he felt no presence around him—this was the only thing that felt strange and unfamiliar to him.

He walked towards the sofa, looking to see if somehow someone was hiding, but there wasn’t anybody. His eyes shifted to the chair in the middle of the room. He began to walk towards it, feeling as if it was a magnet, and something told him that something would happen if he sat on it. He laid a hand on the chair’s backrest, feeling its familiar texture, and then slipping his gun back in his pocket. He then sat on it, and sighed, closing his eyes, and tilting his head down.

He tried to remember who was the person who made him feel that way. He tried to remember who was the person he was tasked to kill. He tried to remember who was the person he longed for the most. He grunted in pain just thinking as he opened his eyes. He then looked up and his stomach dropped realizing that a girl was standing about a meter away from him.

It was Y/N.

He wasn’t a hundred percent sure that it was her, but the look in her soft eyes made it seem like she was the one. “Hi Ryosuke.”, she said in a low tone. She was wearing shorts that only covered a quarter of her thighs. She had a tank top on, and it didn’t seem like she was wearing a bra underneath, making Ryosuke gulp. “Hi…”, he sheepishly replied, as she chuckled. “You’re quite shy for a person who kills people for a living.”, she smirked, slowly walking towards him. He gulped and followed her as she stood right in front of him. Her torso was right in front of his eyes as he gawked at it. “She looks so hot…”, he thought to himself.

She laid her hands on his shoulders as she lowered herself on his lap. She examined him, he was wearing another sweatshirt, and another set of cargo pants, nothing new. But she was curious to see what was the body underneath all of that clothing. She hovered her lips over his as she looked down on them. His eyes were on hers, and his chest was beating fast, his cheeks a vibrant color of pink.

“I missed you.”, he suddenly said, which made her curl her lips into a smile. She used one hand to lean his head in as she softly kissed his forehead, “You can’t miss me that much.”, her breath hot on his forehead. Her hand shifted to his jaw, holding it gently and pulling him in, her lips hovering over his again, teasing him. “Oh, but I do…”, he smirked as his hands snaked around her hips. Her eyes shifted down to where his hands were as she touched her lips onto his cupid’s bow. “Would it be wrong to say that…”, she hung off her words, her breath hot on his lips, making him want to pull her in.

“I missed you too…”, she whispered.

She pulled him into a kiss. They both closed their eyes, and let infatuation do its thing. The touch of her lips on his sent tingles down his spine, causing him to pull her hips forward, him leaning on the backrest, and her hovering over him. They started slow, breathing in after every kiss, and exhaling in between them.

Slotting his lips in between hers, her hand travelled to his nape, holding him there as she rubbed his chest in slow circular motions. “Where have you been all day?”, she said in between kisses, and he smiled as they kissed. “Figuring out how to come back to you.”, he whispered onto her lips, and then bit her bottom lip as they kissed.

She moaned as his lips travelled down her jaw and to her neck. He started circling his tongue in an 8 as she giggled, “That tickles.”. She grasped onto his hair as she rolled her hips onto him, causing him to grunt. “Why are you here?”, she asked as he started to kiss the other side of her neck. He didn’t reply, only focusing on giving her the pleasure he wanted to give.

She tugged on his hair, pulling him up to kiss him on the lips again. “Why are you here, Ryosuke?”, she said in between kisses. “It’s my job.”, he replied, mumbling it against her lips. Her lips then curled into a smile as she changed the mood from a level 1 to 2. She held his face with two hands, kissing him passionately. As their lips touched, their tongues followed. Ryosuke wanted more, and more, grasping onto her hair the more he wanted to kiss her.

And then he felt it again.

A pill was slipped into his mouth as she used her tongue to push it back into his throat. He opened his eyes wide, as he quickly pulled away, and turned his head to the side where he spat out the pill. Y/N’s eyes widened as she watched him cough it out.

“Is this pill here so that I’d lose my memory of you?”, he croaked out, and she smiled, “Are those the rumors that you’ve been hearing?”, and Ryosuke nodded. She then took a piece of his hair and put it behind his ear as she whispered, “Then the rumors are correct.”. “Why… do you want me to forget you?”, he grunted, his hands travelling down to her waist.

“I wouldn’t want to be killed, am I right?”, she nonchalantly said, combing her fingers through his hair. “But I don’t want to forget you.”, he said, squeezing her waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. She circled her thumb on his cheek as her expression turned blue. “Ryosuke…”, she hung off her words,

“You have no choice…”, she said.

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head and tilting his head down. “Do you want me to forget you?”, he asked, combing her hair out of her face and kissing her cheek. “Do you not want me to come here again?”, he asked, kissing her other cheek. “Do you want me to miss you without knowing how to see you again?”, he asked, kissing her forehead.

“Don’t you want me to love you?”, he asked.

He pressed a soft kiss onto her lips as her eyes fluttered down. In one swift move, she took the gun from Ryosuke’s pocket and held it against his forehead. His eyes widened, and his skin grew pale in shock. “It’s either you forget me…”, she pulled the chamber of the gun, standing up, hovering over his lap.

“Or I’ll shoot you.”

Ryosuke laughed in disbelief, as Y/N stood her ground, pointing the gun at his forehead. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”, he said. “Why do I have to forget you anyway?!”, he began to get irritated at his persistency. She sighed, rolling her eyes, “Just pick one.”. “Can’t you at least tell me why you’re making me pick? What the fuck kind of shit is this?!”, he whined, and the irritation showed on her face.

She moved the gun to point at the wall and shot at it, and then, holding it back against his forehead again, making him freeze. “Can you shut up?!”, she said. He gulped and nodded. “I’ll tell you the fuck why, it’s because I don’t want some stupid ass relationship to stop me from doing what I want to do. What am I going to do with you, huh? Yeah, okay, love me—so what? You’re just going to follow me around like a puppy, and I have to take up the role of protecting and taking care of you.”, she said.

“I won’t…”, he uttered, and her eyebrows relaxed. “I won’t follow you around like a dependent animal. I’ll only stay by your side.”, he truthfully said. “But if that’s how you feel, then just kill me.”, he continued. “It’s better than living a life not knowing that you are the only one I need to complete it.”, he cupped her cheek and circled his thumb on it. “So please, Y/N…”, he said,

“Pull the trigger.”

Y/N pulled the chamber, an empty bullet flicking to the side as she breathed in. She exhaled and laid a hand on his shoulder. That hand travelled from there, to his neck, then to his jaw, and his cheek where he rubbed his own cheek against it. “Pull the trigger, Y/N.”, he said. Y/N gulped, and Ryosuke closed his eyes, getting ready to meet with death.

Suddenly, she threw the gun to the side. Ryosuke’s eyes widened when he heard the sound, until she wrapped her arms around his neck, and sat on his lap again. She pulled him in for an embrace, her face finding the crook of his neck. “I can’t…”, she mumbled against his skin. “Y/N…”, he stammered. “I…”, she hung off her words,

“I want you to love me.”, she admitted.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, what the fuck you do, who the fuck you love.”, she said, pulling away from his neck and pressing her forehead against his, and closing her eyes. “But I want to fucking love you.”, she giggled, cupping his face and pressed her nose against hers. She pressed her lips on him, they inhaled through their noses at the same time. She pulled away, hovering her lips over his, him wanting to kiss her more. She teased him, pretending to go in and kiss, but only kissing his cheek instead. He giggled and held her lower back and her upper back for support as he leaned her back, causing her breath to hitch and to giggle as he stared into her eyes.

“The feeling is mutual.”

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seigyokus · 7 years ago

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esの憂鬱 es no Yuuutsu Melancholy of es

Arisugawa Homare (CV: Toyonaga Toshiyuki) Mikage Hisoka (CV: Terashima Junta)

溜息ついて　あなたまた Tameiki tsuite anata mata With a sigh, you begin to toy around

退屈と戯れ Taikutsu to tawamure With boredom once more.

暗い予感落としていた Kurai yokan otoshite ita A dark premonition fell before my eyes

運命の後をつけたんだ Unmei no ato wo tsuketanda So I chased after fate itself.

物言わぬ影に誘い込まれて Mono iwanu kage ni sasoi komarete Tempted by an unspeaking shadow--

突きつけられた殺人 Tsuki tsukerareta satsujin A murder was thrust before us.

声を潜める真実と Koe wo hisometa shinjitsu to The whispered truth, the footprints left behind,

残された足跡だけが Nokosareta ashi ato dake ga and nothing else--

静かに　語りかけるよ Shizuka ni katari kakeru yo They quietly speak to us,

憂いた言葉で Ureita kotoba de in grief-ridden words.

張り巡らされた嘘嗚呼 Hari megurasareta uso Aa Ah, a web of lies,

謎に朧な陰縫い Nazo ni oboro na kagenui And the faintly embroidered outline of a riddle.

秘密明かすように Himitsu akasu you ni These words have a faint fragrance to them--

そっと香る言の葉 Sotto kaoru kotonoha as if they're divulging their secrets to us.

擦り切れてた悲しい愛が Suri kireteta kanashii ai ga Ah, the two accomplices

嗚呼、仕組んだ共犯 Aa shikunda kyouhan brought together by a tragic, worn-out love

今は　優しい夢を Ima wa yasashii yume wo Are now in the midst of a gentle dream.

暴かれてちった真実 Abakarete chitta shinjitsu The truth, now exposed and scattered away,

残された足跡だけが Nokosareta ashi ato dake ga the footprints left behind, and nothing more--

静かに語りかけるよ Shizuka ni katari kakeru yo They quietly speak to us,

憂いた言葉で Ureita kotoba de in grief-ridden words.

全てをあざ笑うように Subete wo azawarau you ni A mirage bewitchingly shimmers,

妖しく光る　陽炎 Ayashiku hikaru kagerou as if it were sneering at everything.

終わらせてあげる Owarasete ageru At the very least, let me end it for you

せめて自分の手で Semete jibun no te de with my own hands.

さよなら　嗚呼無情 Sayonara Aa mujou Farewell-- Ah, how heartless, how cruel.

TL Notes/comments:

no that is not a typo there are actually 3 u's in yuuutsu bc it's yuu-utsu, im sorry it looks like that

tbt the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya amirite

ALSO the lyrics tie pretty deeply into the event play so if you don't want spoilers, go watch the lil chibi play and come back!!! I wrote up a lil personal reference sheet idk if that helps

退屈と戯れ - k this confused me a little but I did what i could LOL

暗い予感落としていった - otosu means 'to drop' aka either implied you're the one who dropped it or someone did it. but i tl'd it as if it were transitive or passive bc fuck if i know what im doing!!!!!!!!! just tryna sound flowery Bro...

THO perhaps it's a reference to the handkerchief that was plopped right in front of Toujou Shiki (Hisoka) on that windy day that led to this whole mess of a murder-mystery.

秘密明かすようにそっと香る言の葉 - just wanted to say: MAN THIS TIES RIGHT INTO THE STORY, the fragrance left behind on the bookmark/handkerchief is how Shiki figured out the murder.

張り巡らされた嘘嗚呼 - 張り巡らす means 'to be spread out' like a wiring system, irrigation system, or 'to be stretched out'. so i took some creative liberties and just wrote 'web of lies' bc that is (1) spread out like a _____ system and also (2) pretty damn stretched out. fuck spider webs tbh.

ALSO i styled 'ah/aa' as 嗚呼 bc, (1) why tf not (2) the only reason why I started tling this song was because the last line was Aa Mujou, and i immediately thought of lovelive and then i went and relistened to the entire song's lyrics and fELL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CONTENT (3) technically this is a taisho era song so i'm allowed 2 toss in a little ye olde time japanese y/n??? y-yes?

謎に朧な陰縫い - i couldn't really hear this line over tosshi very passionately crooning his line, and I also wasn't sure which kagenui they were referring to? if I even heard it righT!!!!! bc 影縫い is some ninjutsu technique where u throw shuriken to presumably stop someone in their tracks iirc, and 陰縫い is a japanese embroidery technique where you only embroider the outline of a shape. so uh I went very very very loosely with the second one and left the japanese lyrics in kana because, well, fucK if i know what im doing!!!!11....

after reading the event story/watching the play i'm 90% certain it's the embroidery one... After all, kusanagi's (the girl that got murdered) name was embroidered on her handkerchief and that ended up being a pivotal clue in deducing who her murderer was.

uhh I left my dumb debating commentary there so u can laugh @ my ridiculous thought process. aka, don't try to tl shit without reading every available thing first LMAO

声を潜める真実 - lit. the truth, which makes you lower your voice. tl’d as ‘whispered’ because Aesthetic

擦り切れてた悲しい愛が / 嗚呼、仕組んだ共犯 / 今は優しい夢を

‘accomplice’ i interpreted as the kusanagi sibling pair. it’s heavily implied that miss kusanagi was okay with being killed by her ‘beloved older brother,’ kusanagi shizuma (azuma’s character).

yasashii yume sounds like a very very poetic way to say ‘resting in peace’, which kinda ties into the whole ‘miss kusanagi didn’t want to get married off to souma kyouichi (tsumugi) and chose death at the hands of her brother’ thing instead

THIS is all personal interp, so feel free 2 take the lyrics however tf u want

陽炎 - i tl'd as mirage instead of heat haze just bc it sounded better

last line i shoved in yet another def for mujou bc i wanted it to be drawn out just a little bit more so it'd sound a little more lyrical

overall, I wasn't sure which phrases were combine-able or not so i kinda just combined them willy nilly as i saw fit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ha! ha! ha!

also OH MY GOD ENTIRE LAST STANZA IS FRM SHIZUMA (azuma's chara)'S PERSPECTIVE, im in Pain

anyways I just wanted 2 tl this for fun bc it's been a while since I worked on anything flowery, and bc I just really love this sONG

#a3 #エースリー #A3!#Winter troupe #a3: game music #translation

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