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DNP Rewatch: Easter Baking - EXTREME TRIPLE CHOCOLATE NESTS

Date video was published: 04/04/2015 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 265

The first Easter baking video!

0:10 - that bunny costume is kind of terrifying. They had it from a merch calendar they made. Phil also posted a slightly disturbing picture wearing it.

0:11 - but Phil just thinks it’s funny enough to do the tongue-thing. He’s trying so hard to be able to make eye contact with Dan.

0:25 - Phil with the brief up-and-down look and then the casual grooming/fixing of his hair. And a fanfic reference. The start of this video is something else. “Pruning each other like monkeys” indeed.

0:38 - much less disturbing than the bunny head. Phil has so many “excuses” to just look at the start of this video.

0:45 - love that Dan did the decorating again, just like in the Halloween baking video. Yeah, they don’t have that many decorations...so apparently a lei and piranha plant flowers are “Eastery” enough, lol

0:57 - wtf Phil. And then Dan’s fond “you’re such a strange person” 🥺 Same energy as “nice to know after all these years, he’s still fucking weird.”

1:27 - Dan hyping it up. There is no reference to Delia Smith in this baking video, for the first time.

1:29 - WHY did they hang the bunny-head upside down in the background?! 😳

1:32 - I don’t know about the look in Dan’s eyes as Phil says “preparation” 

1:38 - Dan’s like...where is this going. Then the fond little giggle and Phil is so proud of himself.

1:51 - “not Japan” ...where they will be going later in the month. Dan with the subtle foreshadowing.

1:56 - this is not nearly as bad as the hanging bunny head, Phil...

2:05 - they had the silicone discussion in the Halloween baking video too...why are they so impressed with that. why Dan.

2:30 - I’m impressed that Phil actually managed to catch all of those.

2:58 - of course they’re open. It’s a running theme at this point that Phil has to pick at least one ingredient to eat ahead of time.

3:06 - lol at Phil in the back silently increasing the count 😂

3:13 - they’re better off when they don’t actually have to put things in the oven, usually

3:20 - jesus christ. It wouldn’t even be that bad, except Phil has such a strong reaction, lol.

3:23 - and then we have a jump cut and Phil’s top shirt button is undone. umm.

3:32 - every time they say “microwave” I think of PINOF 2

3:45 - Phil’s shirt is buttoned fully again. Smart to heat the water in the kettle first!

4:02 - “mate....s” nice save there Phil

4:31 - Dan finds everything Phil says amusing. And then is ready to play-off of it too.

4:50 - “never go full northern” I love it 😂

4:56 - Phil can do a very convincing deadpan when he wants to

5:15 - “just let it drip out” did not need to be said in that tone...

5:50 - Attack of Titan theme singing, of course. Also, so much Phil arm and freckles in this video!

6:01 - just over there giggling to themselves and leaving it in the video

6:10 - they did not balance that spoon well

6:19 - it is more that theme than Easter, lol

6:46 - the origins of the naked-man apron! I love Dan’s reaction when he first sees it. Phil is so pleased with himself.

6:54 - love the growth from not showing any further down here to Phil completely not giving a shit years later

7:00 - they’ve switched burners for some reason. Now Dan keeps calling it “extreme” too, lol

7:07 - Phil’s top button is undone again. What are they doing.

7:23 - love the choice to zoom in on Dan for his little “yeah”

7:32 - they love to have little songs for everything. Phil’s “yeah” was infinitely more disturbing.

7:50 - Phil’s fond teasing like ‘we have more bowls you idiot’

8:13 - I can’t believe they didn’t dump it completely at least once with the amount of issues they seem to be having

8:26 - “into my coffin” what is Phil’s brain.

8:35 - his voice isn’t that bad here, but it turned out he did have laryngitis 

8:37 - “husky sensual voice” thanks for sharing there, Dan

8:39 - well it’s far to late to worry about that; personal space does not exist in this video, lol.

9:05 - this is by far the least-complicated decorating they do in a baking video

9:12 - well neither of them are wrong...

9:29 - I live for Phil’s eyerolls

9:43 - not sure that zoom-in was necessary. The creepy bunny eyes in the background do not help.

9:52 - that’s an even better Phil eyeroll 😂

9:56 - I want to know what’s in the little white containers in the fridge door. It almost looks like extra of the melted chocolate, but I wonder what they were doing with it

10:06 - Dan looks so caught out, lol. This is quite a screenshot...

10:16 - no thank you 😨

10:24 - Dan does not like it either, hahaha

10:26 - and after the break, Phil’s shirt is fully buttoned again and he’s stolen the flower crown

10:35 - the “display unnecessarily” annotation is great

10:39 - Dan’s got the crown back

11:01 - and Phil with the crown again. Are we missing a crown-fight during the jump cuts, or did they just film things out of order?

11:04 - why does it vaguely looks like Dan is holding a baby

11:15 - Phil really does just say whatever comes to mind sometimes

11:21 - Phil is opening his mouth so wide, lol. Dan starts to go ahead, and then he paused and realized he needed to say something about it, probably.

11:31 - clearly Dan is not that concerned about sharing germs with a maybe-sick Phil

11:37 - “I’m a genius” Phil is so proud of himself.

11:55 - Dan immediately amused by trying to figure out what that means

12:08 - Phil with the instructions while trying not to laugh

12:15 - Phil arms 👀

12:32 - Phil’s not even on camera for the draw-Phil-naked intro here

12:41 - all the TABINOF/TATINOF promo had been on Dan’s channel and social media so far!

I love this baking video. Although I love pretty much every baking video. When it’s a simpler bake like this it’s less chaotic though, lol.

Also have to mention that this was the year of the first DanAndPhilCRAFTS April Fools Day videos (1, 2, 3) a few days before this.

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She [8]

Warnings: non-consent sex (series); violence

This is dark! Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Steve Rogers’ life is turned upside down by a reporter.

Chapter Summary: Steve’s plan comes together.

Note: Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Steve

Everything was ready. Well, as ready as it could be after a week of work. A week interspersed with her. Every night he climbed the escape and watched her. Imagined all the things he could do once she was there. Added to his list of to do.

He walked around the basement and preened over his hard work. He couldn’t get a real bed just yet so the small futon would have to do until the press retreated. He continued around the cool space and poked his finger through the hook embedded in the ceiling. It would hold her. 

He brushed his fingers over the curtain across the bathroom door. It looked barely more than a closet amid the mostly empty space. The only other piece of furniture were the plastic drawers. A stack of three filled with everything he needed. 

A thrill went through him as he recalled his trip to the sex store. He’d never been to one before, only the naughty comic shop back before the war. Bucky had tempted him into the shady shop but his cheeks had burned too much to look for long. He didn’t care as much these days.

He shut the door behind him and climbed the stairs. He closed the door at the top and lingered in the kitchen as he watched the numbers glowing on the stove. Would she be early? His toe tapped and he smiled to himself. He could barely wait.

The knock came and he wanted to lunge across the counter. Instead, he rounded it and smoothed his hair before he grabbed the handle. He pulled the door open and she was there. She looked up at him as she played with the strap of her bag. He could see himself taking it and wrapping it around her neck…

“Hey,” He smiled. “I’m happy you came.”

“No problem,” She answered as he waved her in. 

She looked around his kitchen. The same discerning manner as before. Her eyes took in every inch of the place and yet when she looked at him, she was almost reticent.

“Can I get you something? I have some instant coffee hidden around here or some tea.” He offered.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t bother you…” Her voice trailed off. “Are you sure about this? It could do more harm than good. The general public is fickle.”

“Second thoughts?” He wondered.

“No, I just-- Fair warning, is all,” She shrugged. “You know, I didn’t mean to blindside you the first time. I was just--”

“Doing your job. I know... I knew that.” He beckoned her out to the living room. 

He’d arranged the chairs as they had been last time; facing each other beside the little fireplace. He took his and she took hers. He watched her place her purse beside the chair and she pulled out her phone and the same worn notebook. She was deliberate as she got herself in order.

“Again, I will be recording this.” She said. “Do you consent?”

“Yes,” He said and her index finger tapped the screen. “So…” She took a breath. He was amused to find her nervous. She fiddled with her pen as she sat forward in the chair. 

“Can’t we just have a conversation? I think if we just talk, it would be much better.” He intoned. “More natural.”

“Yeah, that’s what this is. Just a conversation,” She assured. “So, you done any drawing?”

He smiled. He had taken out his sketchpad to etch out the basement and to write his list of needs. He leaned on his elbow.

“No. But I’ve been thinking about it.” He replied. “With all that’s been going on, it’s been difficult but it’s really not that unusual. I’ve always felt like people watch me. Like they expect so much of me and I think in a way, I’ve grown used to just doing what they want.”

She nodded thoughtfully and wrote.

“Well, I think I have to ask. Any more thoughts on retirement?”

“Actually, the last few weeks, it’s crossed my mind. A lot of what you’ve said has just stuck there, you know? It would be nice to just have a hobbies. Not a job, not duties, just what I want.” He let out a breath. “I don’t think it’s selfish of me to want that and it doesn’t mean I don’t want people to be safe but I’d like to be able to have both.”

“Fishing, you said.” As she continued to write blindly.

“Well, yeah,” He nodded. “And a few other things. I’ve actually been working on a sort of project this week. Something to help me clear my mind. Decide where to go from here.”

“A project? And what would this project be?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain.” He said. “I think it would be easier to show you.”

“Show me?” She perked up. “Uh, okay?”

“It’s downstairs. A pretty big undertaking but it’s coming along,” He slid forward in his seat. “Would you like to see?”

“If you don’t mind.” She stood after he did and placed her phone on her notepad in her arm. He ushered her ahead of him and pointed her back to the kitchen. “You’ve really done quite the number on this place.” She glanced around the kitchen as she entered. “Did you do it yourself or--”

“Most of it. I had some help here and there.” He watched as she felt the marble of the counter top. 

“Well, I think your living room is bigger than my apartment,” She kidded. “You ever think of doing that? Fixing up houses?”

“Hmm, yeah, it’s kinda… what I’ve been doing.” He said. “It’s just through there.”

He gestured to the basement door. She turned and stepped towards it. She paused and he nodded.

“Go on,” He urged as he neared slowly.

She spun back and opened it carefully. She started her descent and he followed. When she reached the bottom, she stared at the heavy door. She rested her hand on the handle and paused.

“This is quite the door,” She remarked. “Heavy.”

“Yeah, a pain,” He said. He was on the step right behind her, almost right against her. She pushed into the next room as if she could feel him. As if she could hear his thoughts.

She strode inside but stopped short at the barren room. She tilted her head and looked at the lonely futon. She recoiled in confusion and turned back to him. The door closed and clicked. The lock whirred as he pressed his thumb to the censor; an old lock repurposed from a safe allotted him by Fury.

“What--” Her voice died as he stood across from her. His chest rose and fell victoriously. She blinked and her lips parted. “Steve…”

“You know they suspended me for two weeks.” He said as his smile faded. “Because of you. Say I can go back in a couple days but this keeps up and it might be indefinite.”

“Steve,” She repeated and grabbed her phone from atop her notebook. “What are you--” She stopped the recording and dialed. The speaker blared with a dead tone.

“There’s a jammer in the wall. It won’t work.” He explained. “Soundproofing too so you can be as loud as you want.”

“Is this some sort of joke?” She scoffed. “It’s not funny.”

“I thought a lot about our interview. About what you said. And I did exactly what you suggested.” He walked slowly around her and she turned with him; nervous, frightened. She hugged her notebook to her chest. “I found a hobby. Something to keep me busy.”

“I don’t--” She seemed to choke on her words and he heard the quaver in her voice. “Please--”

“Shhh,” He hushed. “You made me realise so much more.” He continued to circle her. “I am lonely and tired. Even if they do let me come back, I’m not so sure I want to. After all I’ve done, you think people would be a little more grateful, but no, they let some devious reporter twist my words.”

“I only wrote what you said.” Her eyes searched him desperately.

“You provoked me. You wanted me to get mad.” He neared her and she backed up until she was against the wall. “You wanted me to snap. To give you a story. Because I’m the only way you can make your name.”

“No, no--”

“Shut up,” He grabbed her chin. “You’re done talking. It’s my turn.”

“Please--”

“You have one more chance to keep your mouth shut or I’m going to make you,” He squeezed and she whimpered. He tore her notebook away from her with his other hand and her phone cracked on the floor. “Did you tell anyone you were here?”

She stared at him then slowly nodded. His hand slipped to her throat and she flinched.

“Who?” He asked as he listened to her heartbeat pick up.

“P-Poppy, my editor,” She whispered.

He laughed. He shook his head and released her.

“I know when you’re lying. I can hear it.” He jabbed her chest. “Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.” He imitated her pulse. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

She didn’t move or speak. Her eyes betrayed her.

“And you came in the back so no one knows you’re here.” He put his hands on his hips. “You’ve been hanging around downtown, sniffing around those whores. That’s a dangerous neighbourhood. Not unusual for girls to go missing, and one who doesn’t belong there? Not a surprise at all.”

“Someone will look for me,” She rasped as she touched her throat.

“So,” He grinned. “You really think they’ll find you?”

She was shaking and he was hard. He only just realised it as the pain settled in his core.

“You know they won’t and you know you’re stuck down here.” He crossed his arms. “You know it’s all your fault. You did this. This is what you deserve.”

“Steve--”

“You speak again and I’m going to knock a few teeth out. A pity because I like to have something pretty to look at but I don’t need you facing me.” He warned. “And that’s your first lesson; be quiet. Second: listen.”

She inhaled. He saw the glimmer of anger beneath her fear. His jeans were unbearably tight. He shifted his weight and dropped his arms. He cracked his neck and turned to the small plastic drawers. He knew she would try it. He laughed when he heard her shoes scuff on the floor.

He caught her as she hammered against the door. As she tried to twist the handle helplessly. He pulled her back and spun her away. He tossed her across the room and she stumbled onto her knees before the futon. She grunted as she struggled to get back to her feet.

He turned back to the drawers and opened the top one. He pulled out a pair of leather cuffs joined by a large metal link. He faced her and held them up. She tried to dodge past him but he easily stopped her with a single arm. He pinned her; her back to him as he crushed her between him and the wall.

“I’m going to turn you around and if you try anything else, I’m going to break your wrist. Then I’m going to cuff you anyway.” He growled. “As you scream in pain.”

She stilled, her hands still pressed to the wall. He could feel her trembling. He rubbed his crotch against her and he heard her heartbeat peak again. She could feel him too. The heat radiated off her body and fed his own.

He pushed away from her carefully. 

“Turn around.” He ordered. She obeyed, reluctantly. “Hands in front.” 

She held her hands out and he cuffed them. He lifted them above her head and led her to the hook. He clasped it through the link and turned the reel until she was on her toes.

“That’s it,” He purred as he backed away. 

Her eyes flashed and she kicked out at him. He caught her foot and felt the fragile bones of her ankle in his grip. He tightened his hold on her and she cried out.

“A little more and you won’t be able to stand on your own,” He snarled. “Not that you’ll be doing much of that.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She cried out. “You’re crazy.”

“You made me this way,” He let go of her and spun her violently. “You!” He stopped her so she faced him. “Because all I can think of is you. Of how fucking mad you make me. Of how… I need you.”

“Don’t do this, please,” She lowered her voice. Pathetic. “If you let me go, I won’t tell. I’ll--”

The hook clinked against the link as his hand caused her head to snap back. She was stunned, he could see it in her eyes, and slightly dazed. The corner of her lip began to bleed and her cheek was already starting to swell. She tried to shake out the pain but groaned and stilled herself.

“Shut. Up.” He hissed. “That was nothing. You understand? That was me swatting a fly.”

Her lips quivered as her eyes watered. His cock was throbbing. He stepped back and admired her hanging from the ceiling. Her head lolled as she spat a mouthful of blood and nodded. He bent to gather up her broken phone and the notepad. He placed them atop the drawers and opened the second drawer. He didn’t know what to try first.

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Chapter 3: Team Seven

Fanfic title: ??? Word count: 2801 Fandom: Naruto Pairing: eventual Gaara x OC, cannon pairings Genre: Friendship, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: None

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Hope you all enjoy this chapter! If this chapter feels a bit rushed it’s because it is XD.

Honestly I’m not a fan of re-writing cannon scenes that don’t contribute with something other than what we’ve seen in the manga/anime, so I tend to rush past them so we don’t have to see the same thing all over again.

It’ll get better as we reach the Chuunin EXams. ;)

Hope you guys enjoy this regardless! :D

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It was Guidance Day for the newly-graduated Konoha Genins, a date when every student arrived early at the Academy, all anxious about the beginning of this new stage of their lives.

Which meant-

“Ah, there are no more seats side by side.” Shin spoke dejectedly as she and Naruto entered their classroom.

“It’s okay! We can seat in front of each other, believe it!” Naruto replied as he sat down, pointing to the empty seat behind him. 

Shin nodded and sat down behind Naruto, at last noticing who was sitting by his side.

 “Oh, Sasuke-kun, good morning.”

The black-haired boy looked at her from over his shoulder with an annoyed look on his face and for a moment Shin thought he would ignore her. To her surprise he nodded at her, mumbling what might’ve been a “Morning” or a “Shut up” under his breath.

Shin laughed awkwardly. She still didn’t quite know how to deal with Sasuke.

“G-Good morning, Shin-chan.” Said the girl sitting by her side, drawing her attention from the brooding boy.

When Shin looked to her left, she felt a smile stretch easily over her lips.

“Good morning, Hinata-chan.” Shin replied. “I’m happy to see you here. Congratulations on passing the exam!”

Hinata nodded, blushing. “You and N-N-Naruto-kun as well. Congratulations.”

“Thank you!”

Before either girl could say anything more, loud and rapid footsteps could be heard. And soon after-

“I’m first!” Sakura and Ino yelled as they barged into class at the same time.

From somewhere in the class, Shin could hear Shikamaru complaining.

“Here we go again… This is so troublesome.”

---

Five minutes later found a worried Shin fretting over a beaten up Naruto.

“Naruto-chan… are you okay?” She asked from the seat behind him. “I have some painkillers with me. Do you want any?”

Sakura, who had squeezed her way in-between Naruto and Sasuke turned to her.

“Don’t worry about him, Shin. He got what he deserved for harassing Sasuke-kun as he did!”

Shin smiled awkwardly. “It was an accident, Sakura-chan… I’m sure Naruto-chan didn’t mean to kiss Sasuke-kun.”

Just mentioning it brought an angry fire into Sakura’s eyes.

“Good intentions are worthless when it comes to matters of the heart!”

Shin tilted her head to the side. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

---

A few minutes later Iruka walked in to divide the Genin in groups of three. Each trio would be under the command of a Jonin, the highest ranking in the Shinobi hierarchy.

The problem was: the numbers didn’t match for only teams of three.

“As for Team Seven, it will be composed by four of you…” Iruka explained. “An exception will be made here, otherwise we’d have one Genin left without team. The integrants of this group are: Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke and Osasu Shin.”

---

On the following day, Team Seven were to meet their new teacher. They were waiting for him in one of the spare classrooms at the Academy.

They were waiting for a long time.

And when Naruto was left with too much time in his hands he usually found different ways to get into trouble. Like planting a booby trap on the door with the blackboard eraser for their Jonin teacher.

That little prank hadn’t impressed their teacher in the slightest.

---

“Hmm… How to say it?” Kakashi began, eraser in hand. “My first impression of you is: you’re a bunch of idiots.”

---

After the not-quite successful first contact, Team Seven went outside for a little quality time as a group.

“Well, why don’t you all introduce yourselves, one at a time.” Said Kakashi.

“Introduce ourselves?” Sakura echoed. “What are we supposed to say?”

“Tell us what you like, what you don’t, your hobbies. Your dreams for the future.”

“Sensei, why don’t you go first? Just so we know what to say.” Naruto suggested.

“Me? I’m Hatake Kakashi. The things I like or don’t… I don’t feel like telling you. My dreams for the future? Never thought about it before. About my hobbies; I have many.”

Shin chuckled awkwardly as Sakura turned to them. “In the end he just said his name.”

“Alright. Your turn now.” Kakashi announced. “You on the right, go first.”

Shin turned to the right and smiled as Naruto introduced himself.

“My name is Uzumaki Naruto!…...”

After him, it was Sakura’s turn. “I’m Haruno Sakura!......”

Then it was Sasuke.

“My name is Uchiha Sasuke. There are many things I don’t like. And I don’t like anything in particular. What I have planned for the future is not a dream because I’ll make it become a reality. I’ll re-establish my clan and kill a certain someone.”

The air turned cold as Shin stared at Sasuke wide-eyed. He was even more intimidating up-close and personal. It made a shiver run down her spine as she wondered-

If Naruto-chan hadn’t approached me as he did when I arrived, if I hadn’t grown close to him and everyone else in our class… Would I end up like him?

“Okay… You with the brown hair. Your turn now.”

Shin was snapped of her thoughts by Kakashi’s voice and immediately put on a smile on her face.

“My name is Osasu Shin. I like hanging out with Naruto-chan and everyone else in our class. I don’t like waking up too early because I have a hard time falling asleep. As a hobby I like playing my father’s- I mean, my lute. As for my dream for the future…” Shin’s smile cracked slightly as a shadow settled over her eyes. “I… I don’t know. I guess I want to be a good Shinobi and continue to enjoy my days with my friends. Sorry, I know it’s not much but... that’s it.”

“Alright!” Kakashi spoke. “I guess that’s enough for today. I see you’re all your own persons. Our formal training begins tomorrow.”

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On the next morning Shin had to be physically dragged from her bed by Naruto so they’d be at the training ground in time. She wasn’t proud to admit that she whined the whole way to Naruto about how absurdly early their teacher decided to start.

Shin was half-asleep as they met up with Sakura and Sasuke on the training grounds, barely managing to wish them good morning before laying her head on Naruto’s shoulder and dozing off to dreamland as they waited for Kakashi to show up.

Like on their very first day, he showed up ridiculously late.

And he had brought an equally ridiculous test to them.

---

“I have two bells here. Your challenge is to steal these from me before the timer sounds. Anyone who fails doesn’t get any lunch. Instead you will be tied to that tree stump so I can eat your lunch in front of you.”

---

When the training started, all Genins ran off, finding a good place to hide in the trees and bushes around them..

All but Naruto, who stayed to fight their Jonin-level teacher head-on.

---

Shin was hiding in the trees, watching Naruto and Kakashi fight. Like Sakura and Sasuke she believed it would be better to hide and watch their teacher before coming up with a strategy to get the bells. She had hoped Naruto would do the same so they both could come up with a plan and work together. She hoped to convince Sakura and Sasuke to join forces with them - taking out a Jonin would be almost impossible for four newbie Genins like themselves - but she wasn’t very confident they would. Sasuke didn’t strike her as a teamwork type - especially since two of them would fail regardless of their team’s success - , and Sakura wouldn’t want to work together unless Sasuke joined.

But that idea was put on second plan, because Naruto decided he’d stand and fight Kakashi one-on-one.

Shin sighed as she watched their teacher poke Naruto in the butt without mercy.

Naruto-chan… I admire how you face everything head-on. But sometimes it’s important to step back as well.

She watched as they fought, growing increasingly amazed with Naruto’s abilities and his use of the Shadow Clone Jutsu. For a moment she believed he had gotten Kakashi beaten when one of his clones grabbed him from behind.

But one Substitution Jutsu later and Naruto was hanging upside down from a tree.

Not bad Naruto-chan. Shin thought, reaching for a kunai with her right hand. Kakashi-sensei seems to even have forgotten about the rest of us. If I can throw this kunai at the rope and cut you loose we might be able to take him two-on-one.

Just as Shin was about to throw her kunai, some shuriken flew in front of her, hitting Kakashi square on the face.

Shin gulped. Sasuke-kun, did you just-?

To her relief their teacher had used another Substitution Jutsu, because of course he did. He was a Jonin, he wouldn’t be caught by surprise like that.

With Kakashi out of sight, Shin tensed her muscles, ready to act. She needed to free Naruto.

“Well, he must be after Sasuke-kun now, so it’s my chance to-”

“To do what, Shin-kun?”

Shin’s eyes widened and she jumped from her tree branch to another, twirling in the air to throw a few shuriken in Kakashi’s direction. She had no illusion of hitting him, but hopefully it would distract him enough so she could get her bearings.

As she landed on another branch, kunai in hand, Shin found Kakashi in her previous location, shoulder against the tree bark as he read his book.

“Good reflexes.” He commented lazily. “Did you intend on using them to hit me before Sasuke had the chance to try it?”

Shin answered with a shrug, eyes fixed on Kakashi.

That somehow seemed to get his attention more than her so-called “good reflexes”. He even raised his eye from his book to her.

“Ah… so that kunai wasn’t meant for me. Your plan was to help Naruto first and then fight me two against one. Hopefully, Sasuke and Sakura-kun would join too, eh?”

The girl tensed. How did he-

“Seems like you’re all better than I first believed.” Kakashi continued. “Guess I should take you a bit more seriously then.” At that, he put away his book and raised his arms in a fighting stance.

Shin laughed nervously. “I kinda wish you didn’t.”

For a second Shin believed Kakashi had broke a smile from behind his mask.

“Come at me Shin-kun. With the intention to kill.”

---

A few minutes later found Shin sprawled on her back in the florest ground, bruises all over her body, breath heavy in her lungs and skin glowing disgustingly with sweat. Kakashi stood in front of her, his one visible eye shining with amusement.

“Well, someone has been working hard on her Taijutsu.”

Shin stared at him, but didn’t say anything. If I had managed to free Naruto-chan we could’ve gotten the bells. I’m sure of it.

When she tried to stand up, Shin found her arms and legs were as heavy as rocks. Her eyes widened and she strained her neck to stare at her body. All her limbs were involved by a thick layer of rocky ground.

“When-?”

“You didn’t really think I’d just let you go, right?”

Shin looked back at Kakashi and pouted. “I’ll get out of here.”

“And then what?”

“Then I’ll free Naruto-chan. We’ll convince Sasuke-kun and Sakura-chan to help us, and we’ll get those bells.” Shin answered, voice echoing with a sort of determination she didn’t truly feel.

“But there are only two bells.” Kakashi pointed out.

“We can share.”

Behind his mask, Kakashi seemed to smile.

“Good luck with that! I’m off to get Sasuke.”

---

As it turns out, digging her way out of dirt prison with limited hand movement was much more difficult than Shin expected. It was a few minutes after the alarm went off when she managed to free herself and go back to the start point.

And when she arrived all of her teammates were there already. Naruto was tied to one of the tree trunks, Sakura looked about to either cry or fly into a fit of rage, and Sasuke was pinned to the ground with Kakashi’s foot on his head.

Shin stopped mid-step as she took the scene. “What happened?”

“Nice of you to join us, Shin-kun.” Kakashi spoke, not letting go of Sasuke. “You’re a bit late though. To catch you up to speed: I was just telling these guys that they failed. You passed though. Congratulations!”

Shin looked from person to person, mind reeling with what Kakashi had just told her.

“That doesn’t make any sense, Kakashi-sensei. I didn’t get any bells! If I passed without any bells, then everyone else should too.”

Kakashi looked at her from the corner of his eye, before fixing his glare on Naruto and Sakura in front of him.

“Do you three see what I mean? Teamwork.”

If anything, Shin seemed even more confused.

“Sakura-kun, you ignored Naruto and then Shin-kun. Both were trapped right in front of you, but the moment I mentioned I’d get Sasuke you left them to help him, even though you didn’t know where he was.” Kakashi explained, eye dancing between his students. “Naruto, you tried to do single-handed what should’ve been the work of a team. And Sasuke had already decided that his three teammates would only get in his way, and that he was better off playing solo. Meanwhile Shin-kun intended to get Naruto free and convince you two - Sasuke and Sakura-kun - to work together for the bells. Of course, I didn’t allow her the chance to do so, but I did give you plenty of opportunities to approach one another with the same idea. And that’s why she’s the only one that passes.”

Shin “ahhh-ed” in understanding.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, she protested. “You can’t do that, Kakashi-sensei.”

kakashi looked at her as if she had grown a second head.“And why’s that, Shin-kun?”

“You set the rules before this exercise began: You win if you get the bells. I understand you were hoping we’d use teamwork to get them, but it doesn’t change the fact that none of us got the bells. It’s not fair to pass someone who didn’t fulfill the exercise’s stated goal. If you pass me, you should pass everyone.”

There was a moment of silence and then Kakashi released Sasuke and turned his back on all of them

“Look at this Marker…”

---

In the end Kakashi had decided to allow them one more chance. He allowed Sasuke and Sakura to eat the bento boxes, as long as they didn’t share anything with Naruto or Shin.

Naruto remained tied to the trunk.

---

"Why did you do that?"

Shin blinked, brown eyes fixed on Sasuke.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

Her question seemed to annoy the Uchiha, who almost threw his bento box at her face. "Why did you refuse to pass?! Are you stupid?"

Shin startled at the harshness of Sasuke's words. Naruto noticed it and didn't like it in the least.

"Don't talk to her like that, you jerk!"

Sakura in turn, didn't like how Naruto spoke to Sasuke.

"NARUTO! HOW DARE YOU-"

Before Sakura could punch the boy tied to the tree trunk Shin put herself between them, trying to appease everyone with an awkward smile.

"It's okay guys. Let's not fight. Naruto-chan, thanks for defending me but I'm okay. I don't mind answering Sasuke-kun's question. Truth is… there would be no meaning if I passed by myself."

That was enough to draw everyone's focus back to her, and it made Shin blush as she continued.

"It might sound strange to you guys, but becoming a Shinobi hasn't always been my dream. When my parents were… murdered, and the Third Hokage accepted me in this village, it just seemed like a good way to make a living. But then I met Naruto-chan, and I got to share my everyday with all of you. And you all were so passionate about becoming Shinobis and protecting this village. It was contagious. Next thing I knew, classes became more exciting, training suddenly was meaningful and my days were… happy again. Your dreams became mine too. And that's why if I can't be a Shinobi with you all, I don't see any meaning in it."

The three Genin stared at Shin. The girl blushed harder and tried to smile at them.

"Shin-chan…" Naruto let out, almost tearing up. "This time we'll work together and beat that Scarecrow Face, b-believe it."

"Yeah!" Sakura joined, punching the air. "We'll totally get those bells!"

Sasuke smirked and nodded. Then to everyone's surprise, he rose his bento box in the air, offering to share it with Naruto and Shin.

"You guys will be of no use to me on an empty stomach." He offered as explanation.

Sakura hesitated for a moment but followed soon after, going as far as hand-feeding Naruto a bite.

Then Kakashi appeared out of nowhere, as if ready to murder them on spot.

Shin, Sasuke and Sakura all put themselves in front of Naruto, ready to defend him from their teacher's wrath.

But Kakashi didn’t attack then. Instead he yelled out-

“YOU PASS!”

[the-duke-of-deodorant]

Roceit Prompt

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3/3 (aka Deceit being an awkward and nervous baby on a first date and Roman silently screaming for 1000+ words) oh the ending to this one... ah.

Warnings: past relationship abuse, Anxiety, angst, sympathetic Deceit, censored c*rsing one time (maybe hints of PTSD but not like super extreme?) hurt with comfort

Word count: 1325 words

POV: 1st- Roman

Every time I think about the upcoming “date” I shutter. It’s real, despite how many times I’ve tried convincing myself it’s pretend. Deceit only felt bad and asked me out as a friend, not because he actually loves me. That’s crazy.

Pushing thoughts of the date out of my mind every time they came had resulted in complete surprise when Deceit’s knock came on my bedroom door. I’m not sure how I knew it was his knock, but I did. Something about the pattern was different than the rest of the sides. The only thing I could think to do was panic as I slam my sketchbook closed after working in it for hours, turning off my music so I could go to open the door. Open it so suddenly I caught the snake jump at my slightly panicked state.

Something about Deceit seemed slightly different. He stood taller, more confident, with bolder makeup around his eyes and some of his scales hidden under matching foundation and brown color contacts. Deceit wearing eyeliner and no scales wasn’t as weird as seeing him almost an entire foot taller with his cape flowing to the ground in silky waves, and a few more yellow gems in his costume than usual. Enough to tell he was shapeshifting for the occasion, but not into another side. Just into a better-dressed Deceit.

Not me. I was still dressed in my normal red white and gold, matched with messy hair and grey stains on my hands and sleeves from the pencil I used for drawing.

“...One second.” I almost slam the door in his face, scanning the room for anything I can use for a quick fix. Shapeshifting. You can do that too. In front of the mirror, I saw grey stains vanish from my clothing, also turning my red sash into shiny silk instead of its normal fabric. Gold glitter replaces the yellow stripes on my shoulders and makes the shield patch on my arm sparkle in the lighting. After running my fingers through the newly purpled hair hanging over my face I was ready. Physically ready, anyway. Mentally ready is something we can work on on the way there.

Opening the door the second time was just as scary as the first, still taking the time to get used to Deceit’s cleaner look that surely would throw off anyone that looked at it, not just me. When I realize he’s looking at me as well I try to straighten myself as much as possible and fake confidence and a smile. Maybe I’m overreacting, but at the same time it’s hard to believe he really wants to be with me. Romantically. Maybe he just wants someone, and I happen to be the most romantic and gullible side he could get to. That thought seemed much calmer than the rest going through my head.

“You look… shiny.” Deceit was the one to break the silence. He clears his throat. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” At my words he takes out whatever he was holding behind his back before. A dark red rose matching the ones in my memories from months ago. Why roses? It’s just a flower. It doesn’t mean anything.

“I thought it was nice… for a date. And romantic. Red is your color.” He smiles when I take it out of his hand.

Patton and Logan were sitting on living room couch when we came down. Logan, sitting working on a laptop, whatever was working on, and Patton sitting almost upside down on the couch scrolling through Tumblr on his phone. He looks up and smiles at Deceit when he sees him with me. Patton was the wingman, really? I’ve always thought Patton and Deceit didn’t get along, but a lot of things were surprising about Deceit today. So much I’ve decided to quit questioning everything and go with it. I don’t need more things added to the panic I already have.

______

As normal the city was filled with bright lights, cars, lots of sounds and colors. The thing about being real, you get to see more than what was inside the Mind Palace, which meant the big city outside Thomas’ apartment. As soon as we stepped outside I surround myself in all the exciting lights and sounds I didn’t see too often. Then it occured to me, Deceit never told me exactly where we were going.

“Just in the city. There’s a good restaurant downtown I thought you would like.” He holds out his hand next to me. An offer for me to take his hand, the same thing Adrain did while we were dating. Almost like Deceit was trying to copy him with the roses and the hand holding thing. Maybe it’s more of a common thing to do than I thought.

“You don’t have to,” Deceit says, probably judging the way I was looking at it. Hesitantly I lace my fingers through the soft fabric of his gloves, and the bittersweet panic takes over. A panic that made me want to stop walking and lean against him. Forgetting the date, just resting in silence with our hands locked together and thoughts numbing until the only thing I can feel is his arm resting on my shoulders in the quiet. I couldn’t help but notice him smile when I took his hand.

I push out the thoughts of anxiety during the hour we were out, trying to talk as often as I could to fill in the long silences. Whenever it got quiet I was there to tell about whatever story I could think of to pass the time and move the topic off past romance. Despite everything Deceit was amazing, and definitely didn’t deserve the way I closed myself off and refused to trust him. I wanted to trust him, but that voice stayed in my head. That voice that told me romance would be the thing to ruin our relationship and turn it into… that. What I had before and didn’t want to live again.

____

“Listen- I hate you! I hate you, okay? Just please-” I turn to storm out, only to have him stop and grab my shoulder. I freeze, shielding my face from what would happen next. His grip lightens when he sees my shallow breathing.

“Oh no. No. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you, okay? It’s okay.” His voice was soft, trying to comfort me. I wish it had worked. “Holy s**t, I didn’t realize it was that bad.” His hand lifts completely off my shoulder leaving me alone. Not alone. He was still there, watching me.

“I’m sorry I can’t do this.” At that moment I wanted to walk out but I stayed frozen. My hands stayed on my head to block him from seeing me. I didn’t have any reason to panic anymore, hopefully, but that didn’t change anything. I couldn’t control my emotions. Funny, that’s how everything started. I can’t control my heart. At that moment I couldn’t move.

“You want to talk?”

“No.” After taking a breath I move my hands down, mostly so he knew I trusted him, or wanted to anyway. I still stayed turned from him so he couldn’t see my face. “I wish I could change all of this so we could stay, but-”

“What are you saying?”

“No- not like that. I just need to stop. I just… don’t know if I can trust you. I do but...”

“We need a break.” I began to protest but he stopped me before I could say anything. “Listen, nothing will work if you force yourself to trust someone. You’ve gone through some serious crap and that takes a lot to move on from.” He reaches in his pocket, pulling out a pair of untangled headphones and handing them to me as he passed by. “Take your time, until then we’re friends. No one is going anywhere.”

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[pocket-luv101]

Dramatic Blond || Part 2

Fandom: Servamp Ships: LawLicht (main), KuroMahi (side) Characters: Hyde, Licht, Kuro, Mahiru, Lily

Summary: Hyde enrolls in Juilliard to win back his ex. But then he meets Licht who helps him discover a new dream. He will become a famous actor and show his ex that he’s someone serious. (Legally Blonde AU)

Part 1 || (Part 2)  || Part 3 || Part 4

“I thought you were going to help me practise my improv, Angel Cakes. You’re paying more attention to Dr. Jekyll. He’s cute and all but I asked you to come over to help me with my improv class. You can pet him and read lines from a hat at the same time.” Hyde waved the upside-down hat in front of Licht. When he didn’t respond, he tapped the hat against his nose.

Licht swiped the hat from him and used it to lightly hit him as retaliation. Slips of papers flew into the air between them and Hyde waved them away. He picked one of the papers from blond hair and unfolded it. “Scenario: You are a demon who patrols the underworld. One day, you see an angel on the other side of the gate. What is the first thing you say to this angel?”

“I don’t remember writing that as a prompt.” Hyde took the paper from him and found that it said something different. He chuckled and said: “Of course, you would make something up with angels and demons, Lichtan. Can’t you take this seriously and read the lines like I asked you to?”

“You asked me to help you with improv and that’s what I’m doing. These prompts are from your textbook so you already thought of lines in response while you wrote them down. This is the best way to help you create a scene on the spot.” Licht told him. His reasoning made sense to Hyde so he nodded. “The angel tells you that he intends to break down the gate. How do you respond, Demon?”

“With a declaration of peace and love.” He cupped his hands around Licht’s. “Sweet angel, there’s no need to be so violent. Give us a chance before you decide we’re all evil demons. I will open the gate for you and show you the Demon Realm. We’ll go wherever your heart desires. Maybe you’ll discover that we’re not so different and decide to stay with us.”

“Demons took the love of my life. I cannot forgive them for their crimes against angels.” Licht said to change the direction of the improv skit. Even if he was merely practising his acting, he felt flustered by his light flirting. Hyde was attractive and he could easily picture him on a large stage. More than his looks, he was talented. His eyes appeared sincere and his smooth voice was almost able to trick him.

“Your angel left you for a demon? Then there’s only one thing we can do, Angel Cakes. Let’s date and make your ex jealous! So, what do you say?” He asked but Licht’s response was to hit him with a pillow. Hyde managed to catch the pillow and tossed it back to him. He chuckled and gathered the loose papers. “I guess I went too far. Let’s pick another scenario.”

“Give me a second to think of one you can’t turn into a cheesy rom-com. Do you have any suggestions, Jekyll? Squeak, squeak.” He spoke with the hedgehog as if it could understand him. Their interaction made him chuckle. He could almost believe that the two were having a conversation. He was certain that there wasn’t anyone else like Licht though.

His hedgehog hopped off his lap and scurried into an opened closet. Licht stood and followed the small animal. He guessed that it wanted to explore its new home and it was drawn to dark places. He pulled a cardboard box out of the closet so he could find Jekyll. As he set the box aside, he noticed a colourful scrapbook inside. He didn’t think Hyde would own something so childish.

Hyde noticed him staring at the scrapbook and he took it out of the box. He sat next to Licht and opened it on his lap. “I made this when I was a kid. My baby brother must’ve put it in here when we were packing. Lily is pretty sentimental. It’s a scrapbook of my dreams. My drawings haven’t improved since I made this so it would be impossible for me to get into Juilliard on my art skills.”

“Your drawings aren’t the best but these dreams are interesting. Is this a farm of hedgehogs?” Licht found Dr. Jekyll and petted him fondly.

“A petting zoo, actually. I planned to only have hedgehogs in my zoo. They’re the cutest animal in the world so you don’t need anything else.” He told him but he was a little embarrassed of his six year old self. Licht didn’t laugh at his silly dream though. He pointed to the next picture and Hyde told him, “That’s me building a fortress on the moon. I also want to find a talking whale and befriend him.”

They continued to go through the scrapbook together. He flipped to the next page where there was a stage drawn in crayon. “I forgot about this one. I wanted to star in a production of Hamlet with my friend, Ophelia. We planned to rewrite the play and have Ophelia actually team up with Hamlet. They would pull an elaborate prank on the Uncle. The ghost dad helps them too.”

“You read a Shakespearean tragedy like Hamlet when you were a kid? I can barely understand those plays at this age.” Licht didn’t know if he should be impressed or question how a child discovered the play. “You know a lot of quotes from Shakespeare’s plays. Did you practice them with Ophelia like what we’re doing right now?”

“She joined the drama club in high school and I would help practice her lines. Ayato didn’t like me hanging out with her though. I tried to tell him that Ophelia and I were just friends but he was pretty possessive. Ophelia and I eventually stopped talking and we drifted apart.” He shrugged but Hyde now regretted losing that friendship.

“Isn’t that a big, red flag?” Licht understood that it was difficult for the person in the relationship to see those flags in the moment. His mother dated demons because she thought they were fallen angels. She was a hopeless romantic and believed she could fix them. They broke her heart more often than not. It taught him that demons won’t change until they want to improve themselves.

Hyde closed the book. “My new dream is for Ayato to see me on that stage and regret dumping me.”

“Why is your new dream still centered around your ex when you have this scrapbook of better goals?” Licht leafed through the pages. He thought that it was a shame he gave up on himself long ago. He didn’t know if he could say anything to dissuade him. “Greedy isn’t the worst thing to be, as long as you’re honest and work hard to get what you truly want.”

Hyde’s phone buzzed and he checked the email. “They just posted the audition dates and requirements. It looks like we have to cancel our study session next week. I have to pick a monologue and memorize the short scene they sent me. This is going to take up my weekend and I probably won’t get a big part.”

“Only if you act half heartedly. Print out that script and I’ll read through it with you.”

Mahiru hummed softly as he polished a trumpet. He considered himself lucky to have a music shop close to Juilliard but it kept him very busy. At least he managed to find free time that day. He was expecting a visit from Hyde and Licht since they agreed to have lunch together. He loved both cooking and music. Mahiru offered to cook for them and they were out buying groceries.

The door chime rang, signalling that someone had entered his store and he looked up. It wasn’t Hyde or Licht though. Mahiru didn’t recognize the man. Due to his blue hair, he assumed he was also attending Juilliard. He put on a professional smile and greeted the man. “Welcome. Is there anything you’re looking for? I would be happy to help you.”

“Are you Mahiru?” The question made him pause but he nodded. Mahiru didn’t know how the man knew his name before he gave it. Then, he said: “Hyde told me about you. I wanted to talk to you about him.”

“You must be Ayato.” His brown eyes narrowed. Hyde had only told him about one other man in his life that went to Juilliard. He had to admit that he looked different than he imagined. The man was handsome but much older than Hyde. He appeared to be only a few years older than Mahiru. When he started to speak, Mahiru raised his hand.

“Let me stop you right now. Hyde told me about you, Ayato. It was wrong for you to string him along and I won’t let you do that again. Hyde is my friend. Whatever you want from me, my answer is no. So, please leave my store right now.” Mahiru gestured to the door but then he noticed Hyde’s car in the store window.

Mahiru tried to think of what to do as Hyde parked his car. He was worried that Hyde would cause a scene once he sees his ex-boyfriend again. Before he could, Hyde spotted them as well and waved happily to them. He walked inside and yelled: “Hi, Nii-san! You came earlier than I thought he would.”

“Nii-san?” Mahiru repeated in shock. He looked between the two and Kuro nodded. He couldn’t find a family resemblance between them. Yet, it was clear that the two were siblings by the way they interacted with each other. Hyde poked Kuro and then hugged him briefly. After he talked with Kuro, he faced Mahiru to introduce his brother.  

“It looks like you already met my brother, Kuro. Is it okay if he joins us for lunch? I accidentally agreed to hang out with him today without realizing it’s the same day we were supposed to have lunch. Kuro doesn’t drive down to New York often.” Hyde explained. Mahiru felt guilty for his earlier assumption and readily nodded. “It looks like Licht needs help with the bags. You two talk while I help him.”

“Just put the bags on the counter. I’ll start cooking in a minute.” Mahiru waited for Licht and Hyde to leave until he apologized to Kuro. “I am so sorry I mistook you for Ayato. Hyde didn’t tell me he had a brother but it was still wrong of me to make assumptions. I was planning to cook ramen. Is there anything special you want in your bowl? It’ll be my way of apologizing.”

“Don’t worry. I know the family resemblance is hard to see.” He was glad to see that Kuro was understanding. “I’m happy that Hyde has a friend who would defend him. Honestly, I was concerned about him enrolling in Juilliard. It would be troublesome if he started dating Ayato again. He’s an adult but I still worry about him. Actually, I wanted to ask about him and Licht.”

“They’re close friends despite their differences.” It was clear to Mahiru that he cared for his family. He smiled up at Kuro and placed the trumpet in a case. “But they do need supervision or else they’ll find something to fight over. Go join them upstairs while I flip the open sign. You and your brother must have a lot of catching up to do.”

“I’m pretty sure Hyde has a lot more to tell me than the reverse. I don’t get the chance to meet interesting people often. Well, today might be an exception.” He said before he walked away. Mahiru could feel himself blushing as he watched Kuro leave. He didn’t know if he was flirting with him but his subtle smile was rather charming.

Hyde stayed behind while his brother walked up the stairs. He looked between the two and a knowing smile spread across his face. After Mahiru locked the shop door and flipped the open sign, he approached him. In a teasing voice, Hyde said: “What do you think of my brother? He seems to like you. It’s rare that he’s taken with someone so quickly. You should have another lunch with just him.”

“Kuro seems like a good guy but I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship.” He told him. “Anyways, I’m busy with my music shop. I don’t know if I have a lot to offer him in a relationship.”

“Don’t say that, Mahiru.” Hyde clapped his hand on his back. While he and Licht were neighbours, he doubted they would’ve become so close without Mahiru’s advice. He thought he could repay the favour. “We’ve known each other for a few months now but I rarely see you go out. Close the shop on a Sunday and go on a date with Kuro.”

“I doubt he’ll ask me out.” Mahiru shook his head.

“Let me show you a trick! It’s called the ‘bend and snap’. When you want to catch a guy’s attention, pretend to drop something. You bend down, wait a few seconds and then stand up like so. It shows off your ass and he won’t be able to take his eyes off you. Now, follow me.” He dropped a pen on the ground. Hyde bent down but then he heard a loud clatter behind him.  

He looked back and saw that Licht was struggling with a drum set. He must’ve accidentally walked into the instrument. Hyde went to help him and straightened the drums. He laughed and asked him, “Are you okay, Lichtan? You’re not the clumsy type who walks into things.”

“It was nothing!” He insisted with a blush. He hoped Hyde wouldn’t be able to see how flustered he was. Licht didn’t know how Hyde would react if he told him that he distracted him and made him walk into the drum set. He couldn’t meet his red eyes so he turned to Mahiru. He changed the subject and said, “I came down to ask if you want any help cutting the vegetables.”

“That would be great.” Mahiru smiled at his friend. “I’ll have lunch ready in twenty minutes.”

“I’ve never been to a musical before. It was more fun than I thought it would be but it’s a little too flashy for my tastes.” Licht told him as they walked out of a small, local theater. The sunlight made him wince after sitting in the dark for an hour. A shadow fell over him when Hyde held a textbook over his head. He grinned down at him and lightly tapped the book against his hair.

“Lighting and other technical things are the unsung heroes of a production. They enhance the actor’s performance. I guess you wouldn’t feel the same since you want to be a concert pianist. You’re the type who prefers working alone too.” Hyde said and replaced his textbook in his bag. “I picked the musical so what do you want to do next?”

“I need to stretch my legs after sitting for so long. Let’s walk through the plaza and look around.” Licht suggested but he was already walking forward. They fell into step next to each other and discussed the musical. He was rarely about to pull himself away from his piano but going to the theater was a fun change of pace. Hyde’s company made it better than he would admit.

Licht left his class and his attention was drawn to a crowd across the courtyard. He was curious about what had their attention. “What’s so interesting about this wall?”

“Our professor must’ve just put up the audition result.” He took his hand and pulled him towards the crowd. Hyde thought that it was best to wait for the crowd to thin before he checked the list. He did his best at the audition but he doubted he got a large part. “Will you come watch me even if I’m just an extra on stage?”

“Did you see what part you got already?” Licht stood on his toes in a vain attempt to see past everyone to the audition result sheet. The text was too small for him to see at a distant. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Hyde shake his head. “Then why would you say you’re an extra? You’re hopeless, Shit Rat. I’m interested in seeing that play though. What is it?”

“Romeo and Juliet. I like that play but I was hoping that they would put on one of his lesser known plays. Maybe a comedy like…” Hyde trailed off. Licht noticed his gaze appear far away and he turned around to see what caught his attention. A man approached them but he didn’t recognize who he was. He saw how Hyde stiffened. “Oh, Ayato. I don’t see you around campus often.”

“I switched programs a week ago.” Ayato told him. Licht found himself stepping in front of Hyde slightly. He didn’t know why he felt protective of him.

“You switched majors in the middle of the semester?” Licht didn’t hide how doubtful he was.

“His parents are influential people in the music industry and they’re almost as wealthy as my family. Almost.” Hyde whispered into his ear. Licht rolled his eyes at Ayato and it was clear that he was far from impressed by the man. “I didn’t see you at the audition. What part did you try out for?”

“My fiancé and I auditioned to be Romeo and Juliet.” He answered. The short answer echoed in Hyde’s mind and he felt himself froze. Fiancé? They dated for nearly seven years yet Ayato proposed to someone else shortly after their break up. A few months ago, the news would’ve devastated him. Hyde neither felt sad nor upset now.

“Shit Rat, who’s Tybalt?” Licht interrupted them. He faced them and tapped his knuckles on the piece of paper. “You’re playing him and not an extra. I don’t remember much from high school English class but I think he’s important.”

“I got the part?” Hyde knew Licht wasn’t the type to lie but he was still in disbelief. He skimmed his finger over the names until he found his own. Next to his name was ‘Tybalt’ in black and white. He read it a few times and a smile slowly spread across his face. Suddenly, Hyde hugged Licht. He spun in a circle and his feet was lifted off the ground. “I got the part!”

“I know, Shit Rat. I was the one who pointed it out to you. Put me down before all this spinning makes me puke. I will throw up on you.” He warned. He felt dizzy when he placed him on his feet again. Licht wasn’t angry after he saw Hyde’s large grin. He had never seen him so happy or proud. That smile had a charm that made his heart skip.

“I wouldn’t have been able to get the part without you, Lichtan. Thank you. I’ll take you out for dinner as a treat.” He took Licht’s hand and started to pull him away. He faced Ayato and said, “You’re playing Mercutio. I can’t wait for our big scene together.”

Hyde grinned at Ayato before he walked away with Licht.

[kingdommad300]

The Two Keepers

Chapter 3: Location, Location, Location

Riku took a deep breath, readjusting his hair with his left hand as he held flowers with his right. He walked down the coast before he approached Kairi’s home. He ended running his hand through his hair again, his nerves getting to him as he started to approach the door. It had been a month since Aqua and Mickey announced their responsibilities, and two weeks since Riku had started his role as King Mickey’s Seeker. And while he didn’t have to move to Disney Castle, he did end up spending most of his time at the castle or travelling to worlds for missions, meaning he didn’t have time to check up on Sora and Kairi and their ‘two keepers’ arrangement.

But his main reason for being here on his day off was because he was going to take this chance to ask Naminé out.

Ever since she came back, he felt a connection between the two of them. His main concern at the time was finding Sora and bringing him back. Once he and Kairi had found their friend and went on the adventure that the three of them had wanted to go on from the beginning, he started to build his relationship with the shy blonde, hoping to get the courage to ask her out in the future.

And now he stood in front of the wooden door, slightly nervous as he hid the flowers behind him and knocked on the door. “Just remind calm.” He told himself. “It’s just going to be you and her. Kairi has already moved out.” He breathed through his nose, gathering his nerves as smiled as the door started to open.

Only to drop his smile when Kairi opened the door. “Riku! Thank god you’re here!”

Without a second thought, Kairi grabbed Riku’s arm and dragged him into the house. From here, he could see Sora hanging on the sofa upside down, looking at a drawing board on pros and cons to Destiny Islands and Radiant Garden, as well as a list of other worlds that were crossed out on the side. Riku could only look at the two in disbelief, “You guys still haven’t decided yet?” He crossed his arms, quickly throwing the flowers in his hand behind one of the armchairs, hoping that his two best friends wouldn’t notice.

Kairi stood in front of the drawing board. “I’ve decided. Sora’s the one that can’t decide.” She placed her hands on her hips as she slightly glared at the upside-down master.

Sora rolled his eyes at Kairi’s expression, sitting up to look at Riku. “Kairi keeps suggesting places in Radiant Garden. While running a school in Radiant Garden would be cool, Destiny Islands would be the better place.” He explained before gasping excitably, suddenly realising who he was speaking too. “RIKU!!” He grinned happily. “Can you decide for us?”

Riku could only shake his head at his friend. “Keepers have to make the main decisions when it comes to the school. Seekers cannot interfere.” He reminded them, taking a seat next to Sora. When they had decided the roles that they were going to take as Masters, Master Yen Sid had explained more in detail in the main responsibility that Keepers have and that Seekers would have to follow the Keeper’s rules unless they think that the Keeper has intentions for evil. The old master had made this rule especially clear to Sora and Kairi as they decided to share the responsibilities of both roles.

“Well if you are not here to help then why---” Kairi stopped mid-sentence, suddenly noticed that her best friend was dressed smarter than usual and his hair was slightly combed back. “Wait! You didn’t know we were still here. Why are you here?” She questioned, grinning smugly.

“I was just in the area…” Riku squeaked slightly as he jumped up from the sofa. This would be a mistake as it made Sora click on what Kairi was suggesting, as well as notice what he was wearing. “Why don’t you guys visit all of the places you both like?” He suggested, trying to change the subject. “See how you feel about the locations and make your decision on that.”

Sora hummed to the idea. “Good thinking Riku!” Sora suddenly jumped up onto the sofa and pointed to the one location that was linked to Destiny Islands. “We can check my suggestion first.” He spoke excitably.

Kairi placed her hands on her hips as she turned her attention towards the spiky-haired young adult once more. “Sora!” She frowned at him, mainly for jumping on the sofa again. “My father isn’t going to let us run a school for keybearers on the main island.” She told him once more, feeling like a broken record at this point.

“Ohhh can we just check it out in person?” Sora whined. He pouted his lip and looked at Kairi with his big, blue sad eyes as he gave her the puppy dog look. “It’s only fair that we check all the suggestions off the list.”

Kairi tried to avoid the puppy dog look but one look into his big blue eyes made her drop all her defences as she walked over to him, grabbed his hands and smiley softly. “You’re right. It’s only fair.” She rubbed his hands with her thumb, receiving a warming smile in return. She turned her attention back to Riku, letting go of Sora’s hands as she walks towards with a mischievous grin. “Since we’re heading out, I’m going get Naminé to join us.” She then stops right next to Riku, grinning so hard that his glares could not destroy her smugness. “Unless…you want to hang out with Naminé on your own?”

Not ready to admit his feelings, Riku looked away and responded in a monotone, sarcastic voice. “No. Don’t do that. We should all go together.” He shook his head at the red head’s teasing as she left the room to get the blonde. Once Kairi had left the room, Riku looked back at the board. “Where is this one place that you’re thinking about?” He asked Sora.

Sora stepped off the sofa as he flipped the blackboard over to show pictures of an old, wooden dojo. “I was thinking the old barracks that the Islands natives used back in the day. It’s already built to train students with tradition samurai swords and it’s so peaceful up there. I haven’t had the chance to look at it yet as I wanted to show Kairi how cool this place is.” He spoke with enthusiasm.

Riku could only give a guilty grin as a response. “So, about the dojo…”

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Sora, Kairi and Naminé could only look in disbelief as they looked at the burned, ruins of the once historic dojo. A piece of Destiny Islands’ native history was nothing more than what looked like burnt toast and smelt like a burning ash.

“I would just like to say that it was an accident.” Riku confessed to him as he watched his best friend tried to climb the remains of the wooden stairs, only for it to break under the slightly pressure.

Naminé, who had been dragged out the house by Kairi, took the sight in of the burned building before facing the silver haired master. “How did this happen?” She asked him.

“Well, remember when you were fixing Sora’s memories and you asked me to quickly observe Kairi to see if she was remembering him.” He explained, seeing Naminé nod in response. “I was camping in the barracks and I was cooking some food when I put too much fuel to feed the fire I had going and……yeah. Barracks was made of wood.” He covered his face with his hand, hiding his shame and guilt on the event.

“Wait! That was you?!” Kairi shouted back over to Riku and Naminé as a response to Riku’s story while she stood next to Sora.

Sora could only sigh at the ruins, disappointed at the state of the place. “Aw man. This place would have been perfect. It was hidden and would have kept the world order.” He stood in, what would have been, the grand hall of the dojo and sat in the middle of the ruins.

“Sora.” Kairi approached him and kneeled down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You know I love Destiny Island more than anything but it’s going to be very hard to keep the world order on a world this size.” She explained as even out of all the places they had listed. This was the only one that Sora had found on Destiny Island.

“But Land of Departure is smaller than Destiny Islands.” Sora defended, keeping his eyes on the burned dojo.

Naminé and Riku walk over to the couple. “Land of Departure is a closed-off world, only keybearers live in that world.” Naminé stepped in.

Riku nodded in agreement as he added, “You should have been here when Naminé started living here.” He told Sora. “The rest of the island started to question where she came from and both Kairi and Naminé had to carefully answer their questions without breaking the world order.”

Kairi watched as Sora stood up to look back at the sea in the distance. “It’s going to be hard to keep the world order a secret when the island is very close as a community.” She spoke softly, seeing that he was deflated by their objections.

Sora sighed before turning back towards the three of them. “But this is our home.” He told them with longing. “We fought so hard to get back to it.” He added before looking back at the sea and the town below. “I guess I wanted to enjoy the sound of the shore a little longer.”

The four of them looked out at the sight of the small village, the hills and even the play island before the sea took everything else. Destiny Islands had a home on the Destiny Trio. After all their adventures, all they wanted was to return to the carefree days that they had when they were kids. Even after travelling the worlds together and returning home, they all felt that they didn’t want to leave their childhood behind.

Riku was the first one to speak. “We have to think of the bigger picture now.” He said to not only Sora but to Kairi as well. “I know you guys are excited on taking the next step together as a couple, but you must remember that wherever you set up your school, that school and world will become your student’s new home. Not just yours.”

“You’re right.” Kairi nodded in agreement before she nudges Sora slightly, getting him to smile. “I can tell you one thing. My home will be wherever you are.”

Sora smiled warmly and blushed from Kairi’s words. “Thank you.” He kisses her on the cheek to show his gratitude to her. “You’ll always be my home.” He told her before turning to Riku and Naminé, “I guess we have Leon and the others to help us out in Radiant Garden.” He admitted to himself, his determination returned. “Radiant Garden. Here we come!” Sora quickly looked at his best friend. “You coming too, Riku?” He asked him.

He shook his head. “I don’t fancy being the third wheel today.” He admitted to them.

Naminé turned to Riku as an idea popped in her head. “Since you are here, would you help me out with some magic I am working on?” She asked him.

“Oh…” Riku spoke with surprise before replying. “Sure. I’m happy too.” He decided to ignore his two best friends who were giggling quietly to themselves. “You two better pick a place for the school soon.” He told them before he started to head off with Naminé, continuing deciding to ignore the ‘thumbs up’ the two of them was giving them.

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As Destiny Islands was a bust, Sora and Kairi to head to Radiant Garden with a list of places that Kairi had researched into as potential schools for any future keybearers. The first place they went to was Kairi’s grandmothers’ house. It had been abandoned for some time. Sadly, when Kairi first came to Radiant Garden to look for Sora, she had found out when her grandmother had passed away and what she had left to her. At the time, Kairi couldn’t even think of what to do with a house. But now, it seems like the perfect choice.

The house itself was huge, not big enough to be a mansion but big enough a have a huge family live here as the house was three stories tall, has seven decent size bedrooms and enough spare rooms to use for storing equipment, items and weapons. The downside is the age of the house and the state it was in.

“I thought that this might be a good place to start.” Kairi said excitably as she started to show Sora around the cobwebs infected house. “It needs a bit of work to make it suitable. It has a couple of rooms and-- OH there is a big garden. That could be where we could train.” She spoke as she stared out into a yard filled with weeds and brambles that was the size of them.

Though loving Kairi’s liveliness, Sora started to notice how the house had aged as they looked around with leak patches on the ceiling, cracked walls and rotten floorboards. “I dunno, Kairi.” He said, unsure about the stability of the place. “This is your grandmother’s house.” Finding a dusty photo of Kairi as a baby with her grandmother didn’t help his feeling of uncertainty.  “I would feel bad if we damaged it from training…. or in Riku’s case, burning it to the ground.” He admitted to her, placing the photo back down.

Kairi halted as she started to think, seeing Sora’s point. “Well…. since we don’t have to pay for this place, it will be like a project to make this place our own-----EEP!” She leaned on the wall during her train of thought, only for it to crumble and fall through the wall before she finished her sentence.

“Kairi!” Sora rushed over to her, helping her out of the makeshift hole she created in the wall. “Are you okay?” He checked her for any cuts or bruises.

She coughed slightly while nodded.

“Let’s keep this on the side for now.” Sora told her, helping Kairi get outside for some fresh air as she started to cough more roughly.

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After grabbing some lunch, Sora and Kairi headed to the restored part of town to meet with Ansem the Wise. Kairi had heard from Naminé that there was part of Radiant Garden’s castle that still needs some work and if they spoke to DiZ, he might be able to help set up a school here.

“I understand why you would consider Radiant Garden as a place to train future keybearers.” Ansem the Wise spoke as he led the two through the castle. “With this world being one of the few worlds that know about other worlds, you wouldn’t have to worry about breaking the world order. But after everything that happened to this world, the RGRC and I want to make sure that we are protected from any future threats.”

Sora grinned, placing his hands behind his head as they followed Ansem the Wise. “Our duty as a Keeper, we will make no Heartless or Nobodies will cause trouble.” Kairi nodded in agreement as she had her hands placed behind her back, looking around the castle halls as they walked.

Ansem the Wise hummed with approval of Sora’s response. “Glad to hear it.” He smiled before he faced old wooden doors with a sign that says, ‘renovations in progress from RGRC’. He pushed the doors opened to reveal a huge open space, bigger than the grand hall in the Land of Departure. “With all of the fighting that you would be doing, having a big area like this would allow you to train to your true potential.”

Sora’s grin only grew bigger as he took in the room in. “This place is huge!!” His voice echoed across the room.

Kairi, on the other hand, was checking the other rooms that were connected to the big hall, only to find a collection of box-sized rooms. “We might need to change the rooms. They’re smaller than I thought.” She mentioned.

“We just have the biggest room anyway.” Sora shrugged, not seeing the issue, all while testing how long it takes him to sprint from one side of the room to the other.

Kairi stopped and watched Sora run around the room. “We’re setting a school, Sora. It won’t be just us.”

Before Sora could reply, a loud bang was heard nearby, making the room shake in response. This made both masters summon their keyblades out of reflex.

“That’s the one downside to this location.” Ansem the Wise spoke up. “This room is right next to the gummi ship testing area. Between Cid and Even, they tend to cause a few disruptions.”

The next loud bang caused the wall to crack, making the two decide to look elsewhere.

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The next stop was to see Merlin at his house. He had asked Kairi to drop by the next time the two of them visit Radiant Garden so he could show them a possible solution. “Behold!” The old wizard placed his solution on the round table as the three of them had tea and biscuits during their visit.

Sora looked muddled. “A book?” he questioned at the sight of the hardback covered book.

“Not just any book, my lad.” Merlin jumped in as he picked up the book. “This book is one of the same kind of book where Pooh Bear and his friends live. A world within a world.” He explained.

“Is it like that place where Axel and I trained?” Kairi asked.

Merlin handed the book over to Sora, as he answered Kairi’s question. “It is my dear. At least with this, you could take the book to any world you like. Take your home with you wherever you go. And you can create anything you want within the world. A place for the perfect school.” He pitched to them.

After looking over the book, Sora handed the book back to Merlin, smiling with gratitude. “That does sound cool and thank you Merlin…. but it won’t work.” He said.

“But Sora it sounds great!” Kairi objected.

“If this is like Pooh Bear’s book, one of us would have to be protecting the book.” Sora explained. “If the book gets damaged then it could risk the lives of those within the book.” He mainly remembers having to receive the lost pages of Pooh’s book from the Heartless so that Pooh could remember him and all his friends again. Sora didn’t really want that happening to either of them.

“One of you would have to look after the book.” Merlin added to Sora’s point.

“Oh…” Kairi sighed. “that doesn’t really solve the problem we have.”

Merlin could only smile softly at the two before taking a sip of his tea. “Why don’t you find Leon? I believe he is waiting at the next location.”

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Naked Landlord Part 3@Readers’ Choice Series (SMUT)

Readers: hmmpphhh (Mina Aino) Scenario / Situations Greeting Stranger (almost) naked Fandom: KBTBB Character: Soryu Oh, Ryosuke Inui Notes: TRAIN OF SMUT, featuring Inui, Samejima and may or may not include their boss

*misleading title- he isn’t really naked, you are*

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Just as you feel you’re close, a sharp gasp has surprised you. It’s the very man who rents you this apartment, Inui- standing in disbelief with his hands on his mouth and the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

“Sorry! Ms. Aino, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The poor guy is too shocked to move, you’ve never had an audience before and he’s awfully cute when he’s embarrassed. Shouldn’t it be the other way round?

Turning around swiftly with Soryu’s warm sheet still underneath your wet core, you sit by the edge of bed and open wide, your fingers teasingly dance around your drenched panties. Your lips curve upwards in a grin as the young fellow gulp nervously, his eyes dart between your face and fingers.

“I don’t think you can just leave the apartment with that bulge?”

His hand jump from his mouth to his pants, it’s a bit too late, isn’t it? By the time he looks back up, your panties are on the floor, your face is flushed; your breathing rapid and shallow. His eyes widen with such desire and amazement, you can’t help but wonder if Mr. Oh would react the same way.

You begin giving Inui a private show, drawing your left hand and pinch your nipple lightly through the cup of your blue lace bra with your dark brown eyes fix on his startled face; he can’t help but shiver in reaction as a moan escapes your lips.

He never would have thought this is how his morning begins but right now, he wants to see more. Somewhere in his mind it occurs to him that this maybe a dream, Soryu Oh could ring any minute to wake him from this sexy wet dream, this is why he’s feeling the most on his tip, right? It’s just a dream. It takes him a moment to step forward then kneeling awkwardly by the bed to stroke his groin and joins you.

“Not fair,” you pout, “Shouldn’t you take them off too?”

You aren’t normally this forward with people you barely know but Inui is really cute and innocent, you love making him blushes. His trembling hand begins to free his member while his other hand rests on your inner thigh. His dick twitches in his hand as he watched your index finger pushing inside your pussy. He pumps faster, licking his lower lip while you push the second and third fingers in, he watches your tight muscles stretch around them with your mouth gasp open and moan out loud. “Ahhhh, faster.”

He obeys like a good boy and picks up his pace, matching your rhythm and speeds on the feed to his own movements. Suddenly you arch your back and clench the bedsheets as wave of ecstasy hits your hard. Liquid spills out soaks Soryu’s bed and floor.

Inui bites his lip so hard, choking back a moan of completion as he spurts his seeds into his own hand. His eyes snap open at the ring from his phone, “Sorry boss!!”

You smile breathlessly as the frightened little boy apologies to Soryu for taking so long, his eyes fix on your breasts, rising up and down and you get off the bed. Walking towards him, lowering yourself in front of him. His voice cracks when his sensitive cock meets with your tongue, he clamps his hand over his mouth to suppress a moan.

“Inui!! What’s taking so long!”

You’d hear Soryu’s stern voice on the other end and to put the boy out of misery, you lick from his tip to the bottom then go back up to clean him thoroughly.

“Ahhhh!!! Sorry sir!! I’ll … I’ll be right down.”

Inui cuts Soryu off before he’d yell at him again, the innocent boy swallows and sheepishly looks at you. “Thank you, mam. That… was .. amazing.” But his eyes soon turn into horror when he looks behind to see the mess he has made.

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean up.” You tilt your head and smile satisfyingly before escorting the boy out the door.

What a blissful morning, you sigh dreamily and wonder if something similar could ever happened between you and your smoking hot landlord before you wipe off all the traces of your naughty acts and head to work.

Your day job at the cafe is pretty easy and straight forward, let’s see how your night job is. It’s a beautiful night at the club, popular, crowded but with class as the most exclusive club in Tokyo. Putting on a black lace eye mask and matching corset, you get on stage and relax yourself in the pulsating lights and throbbing beat of music. Feeling all eyes on you while you get down and pull yourself back up onto the pole before spinning around it, legs slipping up and locking around the pole as you hang upside down to blow kisses out into the cheering crowd.

As your feet hit the ground, you rub your clothed core right up against the pole, throwing your head back in ecstasy and of course exaggerating your reactions. Just then, your eyes meet with a man, he looks rather expressionless but he’s just like the rest- unable to take his eyes off you.

Getting ready for the finale, you pull away from the pole then press your back to it before sinking down, legs bend and spread with your fingers dancing along your inner thighs, pretending to drive yourself over the edge. Paying attention to the song, you wait till the exact moment to buck your hips forward, showing the audience your curve right before you jump on the pole and spin around it one last time for the big finish.

“Hey.” You hear an unfamiliar manly voice and turn to see the man who you lock eyes with.

“Back stage’s off limit, sir.” You smile and tie your hair up, “Do you mind? I need to change.”

He doesn’t move.

“I charge if you want a private show.”

Still no reply, good looking is one thing but you could never stand a boring man.

“How much?”

You burst out laughing, “You’re serious? I was just kidding!” Putting your hands on his shoulders, you begin pushing the uninvited guest out the door, “I don’t sell myself.” His brow frown, “Just because I do erotic dance doesn’t make me a sell every part of me.”

You’re a little annoyed but the young man quickly apologizes, “Sorry, it’s just .. I think.. you are really pretty and … I .. kind of want to watch more.. “

You can’t help but grin at his compliment, it’s been too long since you’ve met a customer who’s not a total creep who thinks he owns you because he’s paid his entry fee. Stepping on tip toe, you kiss his cheek which turns pink in a instant. The young man steps backwards and sits on the dressing table, making his bulge more visible to the both of you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s my first time here…” He quickly stops as if exposing a secret that’s not for him to tell, your eyes darken and close the distance.

“Do you want some help with it then?” He looks up in surprise, eyes with anticipation though. “Free of charge.” You grin and unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxer and trousers off in one go. The good looking man whimpers softly at the touch of yours hands wrap around the bottom of his shaft and lips circling his moist tip, a sharp gasp escapes his mouth as you take him all the way in. What a nice feeling to have such young and energetic fella under your control, to feel his over sensitive cock twitches at your every move.

His hands slide through your hair, brushing it gently before sweeping it to one side. He gazes into your eyes and you wonder if he’s imagining an ex girlfriend, or some girl he admires. The thought of him thinking about someone else have you put in all the effort until his fingers pull you back slightly. His brown eyes sparkles in the dim room with the grin that tugs on his lips, he shyly says, "You're really pretty."

Your hand pump faster, ignoring the compliment and ask, "Are you about to come?"

"M-Mmhm." Another sheepish grin. "Sorry."

“Samejima!!”

Someone bursts in, leaving all three of you in shock but it’s Soryu who breaks the silence. “Ms. Aino?!” Both of you back away and Soryu hides his surprise face within second, “Get out!” You immediately stand up from his serious tone but his wrist grips yours as he eyes the disappointed young man to leave.

As soon as the door shuts, Soryu pushes you up against it and slams his fist to the door. “WHO ARE YOU!?”

“Mina Aino, your tenant!” Your heartbeat speed up as chill creeps through your entire body but meanwhile also nervous at how close he is, damn he is so good looking!!

“WHO SENT YOU?!”

Why is he asking you weired questions?! And why is he so pissed?

“No one!!! What is wrong with you?”

“Why are you after my men?”

“What?” Soryu’s grip lossen at your confusion, “They both work for you?”

Soryu backs away but his eyes are still fixed on you, waiting for a proper answer.

“I.....well...wait, Inui told you?”

Soryu rolls his eyes, “Like he’d keept a secret.”

“Well.. I didn’t plan for it to happen.. wait, what exactly did he tell you?” Luckily, it turns out Inui CAN keep a secret, at least yours safe for now. “I... I was just helping the gentlemen.” You grin, hoping to ligthen the intense mood. “Do you need any help too?” You ask, eyeing between his thighs.

“No.” A small huff of laughter comes out before he replies, “Not interested.”

NOT INTERESTED! Are his eyes open? Does he not see what you’re wearing or what’re doing on stage, mintues ago?

“As long as you are not sent by our rivals, you are free to date or ... PLAY with whoever you want but Ms. Aino.. at least do it in your OWN room.” Soryu says, an annoyed look appear on his face.

Without another word or look, your landlord leave you alone in the room feeling shocked, embarrased and challenged.