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lone-changelings-journal · 1 year ago

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16/1/1495

I’m so tired. It’s taking every ounce of my energy just to stay awake right now but I just… Tired… Last night was a total trainwreck, I got almost no sleep. Doesn’t help that I stayed up late writing too. Literally right as I finished yesterday’s entry things kicked right up again. As much as I want to sleep right now I’m not going to. It’s only 4 o’clock and if I go to bed now my sleep schedule is going to get all messed up and I don’t want to deal with that again. So I’m sitting here writing instead, trying to focus on anything aside from how tired I am. Which clearly isn’t working because I’m writing about it. Ghh moving on.

So like I’m about to fall asleep when I hear a knock on my bedroom door. I assumed it was Morr but honestly I had no clue what to expect. With yesterday’s whole talk about cults and pacts and magic I was already on edge. Thankfully it was Morr and not some crazed undead fanatic person. Well, I’m glad it was her and not the alternative, but at the same time I really wish last night hadn’t happened at all. I’m pretty sure my back is all bruised because of it. She might have stabbed me with her claws too, but there’s not really any way for me to check. At the very least it’s sore.

She knocked on my door and I peeked outside just to see who it was. Once I saw it was her I let her in. Her mask makes it REALLY difficult to tell what she’s feeling, and her voice really doesn’t help much either, but I could see panic in her eyes. Believe me, I know panic when I see it. Wolf could sense it as well, she seemed on edge the second Morr walked in. She very quietly asked if I was willing to do a quick task for her and as per my contract I said yes. Reading over it again I don’t think I can say no, actually. Unless it goes directly against my morals, but how do you even quantify that? If I’m being honest, I don’t even know what my morals are. Like I don’t think I’d ever kill anybody, but if someone was a really REALLY horrific person and they were attacking me, maybe? Ugh, I’m just confusing myself here, nevermind.

The point is I said yes and then she hit me out of nowhere by asking if I could “embrace her”. She specifically used that word, which immediately made me question what exactly was going on. In the end she just wanted a hug, I guess, but if that was the case from the beginning why didn’t she just… Say that? The word “embrace” threw me off a bit. Honestly, I thought it was going to turn into something WAY different. She prefaced this question by asking that I keep an open mind and not judge too, so like how else was I supposed to interpret that?! I’m glad she wasn’t coming on to me in the end though, because given the contract that would be… Uh. I’d rather not think about it.

Anyway she was slowly devolving into a panic as I questioned why and told her she was freaking me out and she just kept asking; begging. She refused to tell me why she wanted this and while I knew I had to do it I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Like, was she making a move? Was she dying? Did something happen, was someone here? With how panicked she was getting she could have said the world was ending and I would have believed it.

But I did as I was told and I hugged her, really awkwardly mind you. She promised she’d explain afterwards but then she grabbed me back and squeezed. Hard. Like a snake trying to choke the life out of a mouse hard. At one point I thought I was going to pass out. That’s where the bruises came from. Assuming I did actually bruise, I still don’t know. Maybe wolf can tell me. I know she could if I asked her. Though at the same time I don’t know how I feel about taking my shirt off in front of her, since she is basically a human in the body of a wolf. She might actually be smarter than a human.

She held on to me for way longer than I would have liked, and again. I couldn’t move and I could hardly breathe. Good gods, she’s such a small woman but she could rival a barbarian with those arms. She kept holding on to me and I could hear her breathing quicken. Kind of like she was hyperventilating, except when I listened closer I could hear her saying something. “Help”, over and over and over again. That REALLY freaked me out because this woman is supposed to be my teacher. She’s this super powerful ancient being who’s allegedly so old her species doesn’t have a name, and I’M supposed to help HER?!

I legitimately thought she was dying for a solid ten minutes she was panicking so bad. I kept pressing her for more information because clearly something was very, very wrong but she either couldn’t process what I was saying or didn’t hear me at all. She just kept muttering “Help” “I can’t” “It’s happening too fast” “not now” and on and on with things of the like. Eventually I got it out of her that she wasn’t sick, injured, or dying. Instead she was “losing control”. In the moment I had no idea what the hells that meant which only freaked me out further, but she was gripping me so tightly I really couldn’t do anything but just stand there and wait for it to be over. It was awful. I felt so… Powerless. In the sense that I couldn’t escape her grasp even if I wanted to AND in the sense that I couldn’t calm her down. She just demanded I didn’t let go, so I didn’t.

The whole ordeal only lasted maybe fifteen minutes. Twenty at most. The whole time she was totally unmoving aside from a slight tremble and muttering incoherently. Wolf didn’t offer much in terms of assistance. She was definitely feeling tense, but as it was all happening she had no care for my wellbeing at all. The only thing that mattered to her what Morr. She was watching her like a hawk the entire time. I know it was only twenty minutes but it felt like an eternity, and me being exhausted didn’t help in the slightest.

Eventually she calmed down enough to let me go and explain what happened. I really don’t know what to make of her explanation. Demons and devils and creatures of the like are usually the ones to curse people, not get cursed themselves. Although I’m still not sure if she even is a devil. She says she’s LIKE a devil, but I don’t know if it’s literally like a devil or more metaphorically. If it is metaphorically I certainly don’t see it. Maybe she was a little rough with me last night, but it wasn’t out of malice. She was terrified. If I’m going to be working under Morr I think it’s important that I remember everything she told me last night. I really, REALLY don’t want it to happen again. Next time I’m going to be prepared.

So basically the mask Morr has on is cursed. There’s no way to take it off as it’s “melded with her very being”. It’s as much a part of her as she is of it. When she was younger (how much younger and how long ago this was she didn’t say) she was reckless in her studies. In her words, she had a gift for arcane magic unlike any other. She could use magic in a way nobody else could and no one else ever would. All this lead to her being gifted this mask and being told it could amplify her powers further. Well, it didn’t.

I don’t really understand the specifics of her curse. Even after she explained it I just… Don’t get it. The mask has a will of its own and it “feeds on her desires”. Usually she can fight them off, but particularly strong desires cause the thing to totally take over. It feeds on her desires and magnifies them until they turn into obsessions. That turns into a feedback loop that makes regaining control hard. She didn’t really go into what happens when the mask DOES take over. She briefly mentioned that if it did she likely wouldn’t recognize me, but that didn’t give any insight on anything.

The whole reason she came into my room at all was because having someone close gives her something to focus on other than her desires. Uh, she never explained what “desire” caused this episode in the first place. I don’t really want to know, either. Or maybe it’d help if I did know so I could help her avoid this happening in the future? But yeah that entire time she was squeezing me to death and muttering to herself was her trying to fight the mask’s influence on her. I’m wondering if getting her to talk when this happens would be better or of just letting her do what she has to do in silence would be better. Wolf has no idea, and I don’t want to ask right now in case it triggers this to happen all over again.

Once she was calmer she went right back to her old self. She apologized for freaking me out and forcing me to deal with that side of herself, then she bid me goodnight and went back to whatever she was doing before. Then I went to bed.. Sort of.. Not really, honestly. After that ordeal I was even more on edge and every howl of wind or creak of the cabin had my hair stood on end. My body wanted to fall asleep, and I slept for a few minutes at a time before I’d hear a sound and wake back up again. Gods… It sucked. I’m so tired.

At least today has been uneventful. Aside from the very start of the morning it’s been a normal average day, I think. I don’t really know what a “normal” day is for most people. Normal days for me really aren’t normal for anyone else. Morr was outside talking to someone this morning. I don’t know who really, but it’s not my place to pry. I did go outside to see what was going on because after all that not seeing her in the house was worrying. But no, she was just talking to someone. The conversation was confusing and hard to follow.

I’ll admit I was curious and maybe I eavesdropped a bit before making myself known. Nothing overly interesting aside from the fact whoever she was talking to only replied in whistles. But from what I could gather she and they were talking about her episode last night and Morr was trying to convince them she was okay. Then I walked over and this other person disappeared into the shadows. I think it’ll be a LONG time before I’m acquainted with all her friends, if I ever am at all.

Now I’m just sat here with my own thoughts trying not to fall asleep. Like what the hell kind of situation have I gotten myself into here? So far it’s been better than my life back home but still, it’s been SO stressful. I can only assume this was an off day for her. I hope this was an off day, because I don’t know if I can handle another meltdown. My back certainly can’t, that’s for sure. I want to lay down so badly but it hurts laying on my back.

I really hope things turn out alright. They have to, because if they don't it means I've ruined my life for nothing. If I end up having to break this pact I'm screwed. If I go back home I'm screwed. And I know for a fact I won't survive by myself. Maybe I should get some sleep. Who gives a damn what time it is? It's better than sitting here panicking over things that haven't even happened yet. Besides, Morr says that my training is going to start tomorrow. I'd rather not try and cast spells for the first time in a state like this. That's just asking for trouble.

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dollyyyhouse · 3 years ago

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I'm back! I'm back! I'm baaackk! Sorry I've been gone so long, I kept telling myself to write but I'd get so lazy to do anything 😭 This is the third part of my previous fan-fictions! I hope you guys enjoy <3

Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide, please be careful!!!!

The bustling nightlife of the Devildom had continued like usual, it seemed like everyone had turned a blind eye to the death of the infamous human exchange student. It was always like this, with all the commotion you caused while living with the Avatars of Hell— you were constantly in some sort of issue. Rumors would spread like a wild fire, only to be forgotten days later, you knew that all the demons in Devildom saw you as nothing more than a pawn in a game or a troublesome fly.

You were tired of mimicking someone you never even knew, tired of spending hours trying to imitate everything about her, tired of never being able to express your true emotions, and tired of being tossed around like a useless ragdoll. Day by day, you could slowly yet surely feel yourself losing grip on the true reality of the situation you were in.

It felt like a sick joke when you suddenly awoke, laying on a random bench not too far from RAD. You quickly realized you were in the exact same state as before, but your dress was still in perfect condition; you couldn't see the resemblance that you and the fallen angel shared. It drove you insane, you no longer knew who you were. Are you MC? Lilith? Nothing felt real.

Being in Devildom already felt like madness, but after dying twice and becoming an eerie ghost; you could no longer tell the difference between a cruel nightmare or the bitter reality you often faced. When demons walked past you they could sense your gloomy presence but continued on with their day— hardly any of them could see you in the first place. You had nothing to do, you refused to go anywhere near the Demon Lord's Castle or the House of Lamentation, so you usually walked through alleyways; moaning and wailing like a little kid.

But one day, a simple conversation with a drunk demon had unintentionally caused you to spiral once again.

"Ghh.. quit your crying, it's a pain in the ass." Your usual routine was interrupted by a random demon who was very clearly intoxicated, you were shocked to see that someone finally heard your cries; every other demon tuned your moaning out and continued on with their day, they were all fed up with troublesome ghost.

"You can hear me..?" You tried to hide your tear-stained face with your hands but it was already too late, he had already acknowledged the entirety of your presence. "Of course I- hngh! Ugh.. can!" He clutched a bottle of Demonus in his hands as if it were gold, he seemed like the exact depiction of a drunk man that you imagined in your head— tired eyes, wobbly steps, and a shaky yet dramatic voice.

"I didn't think any demon would notice me.. I hardly have a presence." The demon let out a loud laugh, seeming oddly amused. "Those are some weak demonsss! I doubt they h.. have much magical abilities." When you heard the demon say that you couldn't help but think to yourself, that maybe what if you found a demon, or anyone with magical abilities they could help you out with the situation you were in. You had no clue how you were gonna approach this, you didn't study much in RAD so you didn't know if there was anything that could save your pitiful soul.

"Demon.. magical abiliti.. s!" The words the demon next to you went in through one ear and out the other— quickly losing focus on what the conversation was actually about when you were reminded of the day you successfully ended your life. A frown formed on your face as you thought of all of the possibilities, you weren't sure if your new plan was going to work but you had hope.

You were cursed to wear the same dress Lilith wore even after your death, you wanted to seperate yourself from her but knew you could never do it with anybody in the past inner circle. The angels, the demons and the wizard all knew about the fallen angel, when you were with them you could never go a minute without hearing her name. But you craved to disconnect yourself from her, hate grew inside of you the more you heard her name or even saw a photo of her.

When you looked to your side— where the demon was you noticed he was quickly dozing off. A sigh fell from your lips as you stood up, catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the demonus bottle. "Do I remind you of a past angel..?" The words fell from your lips, you knew that all of the demons you'd ask that would most likely say no— and you yearned for that.

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demonslayedher · 4 years ago

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"Grandpa Kokushibo" AU

This started as a simple little joke in those Muichiro doodles. And then it was just supposed to be a simple little drabble. A simple little Crack Fic. But next thing you know...

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“You… you are my descendent…”

“…huh…”

Six flaring eyes loomed over Tokito, the two in the middle etched with writing. Upper Moon… One…

“Those eyes…”

Having been so locked on the demon’s eyes, he didn’t realize at first that it was talking about his own. “…huh…?”

“…They’re red… a sign… a Kakushaku-no-Ko… you have… potential…”

“……huh…..”

“Become… a demon…”

“…huh………. Huh!?”

With little recourse to convince the demon to leave like he might attempt with a bear or a boar, Tokito brought the demon home. “Sweetheart? I, uh… a relative of mine is visiting.”

His wife, whose complexion was lovely even without the luxuries of make-up, smiled up sweetly from where she knelt, with their two young sons asleep on the futon before her. “You still have family? What happy news---”

The demon, Kokushibo, bowed lowly so that he could fit inside the door. “Good evening,” he said.

“…G…Good evening,” she gawked, her soft green eyes wide and locked. “A… a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure… is mine.”

“Uh, so, it seems this is my great-grandfather of sorts. A great many ‘greats.’ A few centuries’ worth of ‘greats.’ What a coincidence that we’ve just run into each other.”

“It’s no… coincidence. I have… always been searching… for Sun Breath users…”

Tokito smiled with his face like puddy. “Sun Breath? What’s that?”

“…to kill them…”

Tokito and his wife shared a “ghh!!” as their throats tightened.

“I did not expect… to find the remains of the Tsugikuni Clan… out here… in this… dump…”

“I, uh, I sort of recall that name being way back in the family. But on the wrong side of the war, you know? We haven’t been a warrior clan since the start of Edo times.”

“A pity… but… no matter… you will have… a greater master to serve…”

“Um! Uh! Would you like to meet your grandsons?”

“Honey, what are you—”

Six eyes widened. “Grandsons?”

“I have twin boys! I’m busy raising them, I don’t have any time for swordsmanship, haha! All I know how to do is swing an ax.”

“Heirs… are important… they’ll do no good… as children… You,” he looked to Tokito’s wife, whose eyes were swirling trying to follow his gaze. “You do it. You raise them. I’ll… train my descendent…”

“Train…?”

“You may have… the ability… to attain the Breath… of the Sun…”

“D---di---di—didn’t you say you were going to kill S-S-Sun Breath users?”

“Why would I… kill my descendent…?”

Tokito was doing his best, but he was hitting his limits for how many more surprises he could take that evening. “Listen, I… I only want what’s best for my family. I want to watch my sons grow up, and teach them how to live a simple life out here in nature. Ancestor or not, we want nothing to do with demons.”

“My dear,” his wife said, some surprised admiration in her tone.

“I have to ask you to leave.”

“I cannot.”

“You will take ‘no’ for an answer!”

“I cannot,” Kokushibo stressed. “The sun is rising. Sunlight… will kill me…”

“…ah… oh. That’s a problem.”

“I’ll remain… here…”

“I’m sorry, I can’t have you do that. You’re a demon, and—”

“Defy me… and I will kill your family.”

“---GHH!” the Tokito couple swallowed harder.

----- The boys woke up to find a demon quietly sitting cross-legged in the corner. Yuichiro cried, Muichiro stared. Tokito didn’t want to scare them, however rightfully they should be, so he smiled and introduced the demon as their grandfather. Kokushibo politely bowed his head. The boys were quickly accepting. In his heart, Tokito cried and begged the forgiveness of his religious parents for not teaching them a proper distaste for evil.

In a battle of will, Tokito would be easily outmatched. But for however many years Kokushibo had on him, he didn’t seem like a quick thinker. Tokito might be able to beat him in a battle of wits. He had an ability that was sure to ward Kokushibo off, if only he could wield it with the right timing.

“If you leave me no choice, Grandfather, then I guess I must learn this Sun Breathing swordsmanship you keep talking about! Maybe you’re right, maybe I do have potential! I’d like to think all my practice cutting down trees makes me adept with a blade,” he smiled, his hands proudly at his hips. “Will you take a look this evening?”

“Yes… I eagerly await… seeing your potential… my descendent…”

Tokito grinned. He couldn’t wait either. In the meantime, Yuichiro and Muichiro spent the daylight hours at either side of the unusual houseguest.

“Grandpa, you have flames on your face. Do those hurt?”

“They do not…”

“You have as many eyes as a bug. Why do you have so many eyes?”

“Because… I am… a demon…”

“It looks gross. With all those eyes, can’t you see it looks gross?”

“I can see… a great many things…”

“Why are there eyes on your sword? Can your sword see?”

“My sword is made with… my blood… its eyes… are my eyes…”

“Is your sword a bug?”

“What’s its name?”

“Kyokokukamusari.”

“Kyokko…”

“Kyokyaku…”

“Kyokyakoku…”

“Kyokukuka…”

“Your tongues… are young.”

When evening fell, Tokito put his plan into action. It took no special effort on his part, all he had to do was trust himself.

“Yahh! Yaahh!” he yelled as he swung his ax. “Yaah! Yar! Yagh! Yuh!! Ya—AHHH!” he spun around and fell down, nearly lopping off his own arm. Perfect!

All of Kokushibo’s eyes, even the ones down his sword were blazing on him, and he waited for Kokushibo’s reaction. There was no fooling those eyes, which made Tokito’s plan all the better.

That demon would know!

“You are very…”

“Yes?”

“Clumsy.”

Precisely! This would chase that pesky demon off, wouldn’t it?

“I can see… it will take… many years… to train you…”

…no.

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The centuries had made Kokushibo resilient to setback, and time flowed at a different pace for him. “Become a demon now… and you will have… all the time you need… to attain… Sun Breathing…”

“Now, now wait!” Tokito waved his arms. He had taken the full next day to get his wits rounded back up, while Kokushibo resided indoors again patiently allowing the curious bos to poke the eyes of his sword, proving to them he was too powerful to be harmed by their tiny fingers. Yuichiro contemplated poking Kokushibo in one of the eyes on his face, but he hesitated when all six were focused on him, and he cried and buried his face behind his hands. “Wait. Wait. You can wait, can’t you?”

“Wait… for what?”

“If it’s inevitable that I have to become a demon, can’t you wait for me to be a human longer?”

“What good is there… in being human?”

“I want to watch my boys grow up!”

“I am a demon… I see them… perfectly fine.”

“Well, I mean, but, no, I mean, like, out there, having a normal family life with them. Working in the mountains, coming home, making food.”

“A human body… is weak… and will starve… without food… A waste… of time… to constantly…. work… for… Your body… will grow old… and frail… Become a demon… and these concerns… will vanish…”

“You—you make a compelling argument, Grandfather. But being human is good too!”

“How… is being human… better… than being… a demon?”

“I, well… is… isn’t it weird to learn Sun Breathing if I can’t see the sun?”

The demon’s eyes, every last one of them, went wide. Tokito had him! “You’re… right…” he said, stunned.

“Haha, oh, Grandfather! It’s been so long since you’ve seen it that you must had forgotten about it! All the creatures of this world are meant to be touched by the sun’s rays, it’s the natural way of things. It’s a blessing.”

“Sun Breathing… may require… practice… under the sun…”

“Haha, it may take a while, but I guess I’ll have to do my best on my own.”

“I will… train you… at night… and by day… you will train… under the sun…”

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The arrangement seemed to be working a while. Whether Tokito trained during the day or not (he did not), his progress was slow. His wife had come to get accustomed to the situation, knowing she had to make the best of it until the demon hopefully got bored and left. Having the boys so entertained during the day helped her get a lot of extra work done around the house.

“Grandfather,” she addressed him. “We got a great catch for dinner tonight, look at the size of this fish! What part of the fish is your favorite? I’ll serve that part for you.”

“Demons… do not eat… fish…”

“Oh, how rude of us. What would better suit your tastes?”

“Demons… do not consume… human food… we would… vomit it…”

“Ahhh… oh. Well, we can’t have that.”

“Grandpa. Grandpa,” Muichiro tugged at his hakama. “Then what do demons eat?”

“Humans.”

Muichiro stared, and after what felt like a long time in human experience, his face flushed and his eyes welled with tears. Yuichiro pinched his cheek. “Don’t cry, stupid. He’s only teasing you.”

“…oh,” Muichiro, red-faced and cheek still stretched smiled with relief.

Their mother, meanwhile, was blanched white, the fish still flopping around in her stiff hands.

“You’re not… making much… progress… could it be… you’re not… practicing… in daylight…?”

“Ah, ahhhh, yes, I’m afraid not,” Tokito sweated profusely. “That… that’s just part of being human. There’s so much work to do all day and then I have to sleep through so much of the night. I may never learn swordsmanship at this rate, hahaha!”

“Then hurry… and become a dem—”

“S-Sure must had been nice to be in a samurai clan back in your day, huh? Servants to do all the tedious chores and stuff so you could focus and train! May, maybe it’d be nice to hear some stories about when you were growing up! The boys would love to know their family history too, I’m sure!”

“…what chores…?”

“Oh, haha, oh, Grandfather! Did you not even know what chores were? What a charmed life—”

“What chores?” he stressed.

“Uhh---well---chopping trees, mostly.”

“Your ax… hand it to me…”

“Uhh… yes, sir.”

“I will chop your trees… so you… may advance… in your training…”

“Ye… yes, sir.”

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They had an excess of very high-quality wood on a regular basis. It sold so well on Tokito’s occasional trips into town that he found himself with more money than he ever had in his life. “Use it… to buy food…” Kokushibo instructed him. “Nourish your family… with it… buy warmer clothes… save your labor…”

Tokito had been raised being told that demons were evil, but he began to question that. They were all part of a world beyond humans, populated by Buddhas and Tengu and foxes, who was to say that their nature was entirely evil?

All at once, one night after months of the demon’s constant presence, he disappeared. Tokito and his wife cried with relief, and Tokito vowed to use the gifts the supernatural ancestor bestowed on them to raise his family well, and to never forget humility in the face of things outside their human experience.

But then he came back the following night.

“G-Grandfather,” he trembled. “Y-y-you’re back.”

“I went out… to feed. Now… continue… your practice…”

Inside, his wife cried on behalf of them both, for Tokito was too scared to anything but obey.

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Two years went by. With no choice, Tokito could not help that his swordsmanship improved. “Hhm,” Kokushibo nodded with approval. “Soon… I shall… find you a sword… no longer… a wooden one…”

“Aw, you don’t need to trouble yourself, Grandfather!”

“It is… no trouble… to steal one…”

“Well, what I mean is, I’m still so clumsy! Hahaha! Sure would be a waste of effort to kill myself by accident, wouldn’t it?”

“Hmm… you are right…”

“Hahaha!”

“I will… make you a demon first…”

“No! No, wait! I’ll keep practicing, I’ll keep practicing! Let’s hold off on a real sword until I’m ready!”

“You are… delaying… the inevitable…”

“And you are exceedingly patient, Grandfather!”

“That person… is not… so patient… he watches… and tells me… to hurry… and be done… with you…”

“Ghh!” he gulped as he went pale. He should never had forgotten his humility facing that which was outside human experience.

“Gra-a-a-a-nd-paaaa!” came a voice at the door of the hut. “Come fold origami with us!”

“I would… rather play Go…” the demon answered as he turned around and answered the summons.

“Go is boring!”

“You will… appreciate it when you are older…”

His wits. Tokito had to keep thinking with his wits.

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Another year went by. Kokushibo remained outwardly patient, but once again made mention of ‘that person.’

“He has… more tasks for me… than to be here… tonight… I will grant you his blood…”

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Tokito raised his voice at him. This was it. He had to enact his next plan. “What are all these ‘tasks’ anyway? You still take plenty of time away to be a hitman, what else could he possibly have you do?”

Kokushibo answered very simply. “Look for… the blue… spider lily.”

“Ha! Spider lilies aren’t blue, everyone knows that,” sneered Yuichiro.

“The spider lilies are all dead,” said Muichiro. “It’s winter.”

If Kokushibo had twelve eyebrows, he would had raised them in their direction. “I… see… winter… of course… they must… be seasonal…”

“Are you senile, Grandpa? Of course they’re seasonal. They only grow in autumn.”

“You see big patches of them all of a sudden!”

“Autumn… of course… how could I… had forgotten…”

“That’s to be expected, don’t be so hard on yourself, Grandfather,” Tokito’s wife sweetly smiled to him. “They’re a daytime flower, it must be so long since you’ve seen them.”

“Daytime… yes… of course… they’re under… the sun… no wonder… it’s been… impossible… for demons… for a thousand… years… that person’s… blood… is swelling… within me… with… frustration…”

With the rising tenseness in Kokushibo’s voice, Tokito’s muscle sprung with their own tension. “N-no wonder! How sad! How sad that demons can’t go under the sun! I hope I never—”

“That person… will give you… more time. For you… must search… in the daytime…”

“Ghh…” he swallowed. “Y… yes, sir.”

“That’s stupid,” said Yuichiro. “You’re not going to find any in winter.”

“Yes… it’s stupid. You will… search next autumn… and train… until then… and…”

“……….and……….?”

“Play… Go… with me. These rascals… have no… appreciation for… Go…”

“It’s boring, Grandpa!”

“I’m trying, I can’t remember all the rules!”

“Let’s play Shogi instead!”

“Fine… lay the board… let’s play Shogi…”

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Two more years passed. Tokito had reprieve from his training during the autumns to search for the blue spider lilies, and one untimely fall in those searches gave him a much longer reprieve from training. His leg was badly broken, and he spent most of the winter bedridden.

“Haha… I’m still so clumsy…” he laughed, covering up that he also wanted to cry.

“And now we have to do all your work,” grumbled Yuichiro.

“Are you still in pain, Dear?”

“A… a lot, yes…”

“Become… a demon…”

“N-no! I’m still so clumsy, I haven’t mastered any of the Sun Breath yet!”

“I don’t want Daddy to get hurt anymore,” Muichiro said with tear-stained eyes. “Next autumn, I’ll go look for the flowers instead.”

“Ghh!” Tokito and his wife looked to him, helpless to tell their son to stop.

“Very good… a good child…” Kokushibo patted his head. “You will… be useful… to that person… too…”

It had to stop. Tokito needed to hurry and eliminate this demon, for the sake of his family.

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The following autumn, his leg still bothered him. On most days it was fine, but when it rained or when he climbed too stiff of an incline, the pain kept coming back. He could not use it as any excuse to skip his training, though, for Kokushibo would use that as an excuse to rip him from his humanity.

He kept up the training, as well as ventured out through the mountains to search, and ventured down the mountain periodically to sell the wood that Kokushibo cut. On one of those trips into town, he overheard the gossip.

“I heard it was demons.”

He froze to the spot and listened. He knew it wasn’t Kokushibo, for he was careful not to cause any incidents that would inconvenience the Tokito family—a strange thing that Tokito was sorry for being grateful for. But, perhaps if an incident had occurred closer to them, he’d have heard the following gossip sooner.

“The Demon Slayers are sure to catch it.”

“Demon Slayers?”

“Swordsmen with the sun in their blades, they fight with Breaths to take those monsters down.”

Breaths! Like Sun Breathing!

“Um!” he butted in. “How can I find these Demon Slayers?”

“How? We don’t know. Do you have a demon on your hands, Tokito?”

“…Ghh!... N… No…” he bit his lip and rolled his eyes back to avoid looking at them as he lied.

Maybe there was someone out there who could help him. But how would he find them without raising Kokushibo’s suspicion? The stress made it hard for him to sleep and gave him headaches. His could not risk any talk of this at home, but his sweet wife could see how it pained him, and she whispered with a light cough to let her and the boys take care of searching for the blue spider lilies.

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His wife fell ill. A common thing, for humans.

“I’m sorry, Grandfather. For now while I’m still human, I still have human responsibilities to my family. I need to find medicine for her. I’ll be back after I go fetch a herb that will help.”

“You know not where… to find… the blue spider lily… but know… the location… of… a little… herb…?”

“Yes. I’ll be right back.”

“It’s… raining…”

“I know exactly where it is.”

“Where… is it…”

“It grows on the side of a cliff near here.”

“You… know… of plants… on a cliff… but not… the blue… spider lilies…? You… wreak… of… a liar…”

Tokito ran cold.

“And… to think… someone… as… clumsy… as you… would… try… in this… weather…? You…”

This was not the time for everything to crash and fail. His wife’s lungs were in a bad state, if Kokushibo were to do something to him now—

“…are… more… idiotic than I thought… stay here… my… stupid descendent. No wonder… you take… so long to progress…”

The demon very soon returned, unbothered by how his clothes and hair left dripping wet pools throughout their home. He did not know which herb it was so he had cleaned the cliffs of them, allowing Tokito to sort through and pick out the ones that would help. Tokito made them into a medicine to treat his wife, and while it eased her coughing over the following day, she was still in a worrisome state. Kokushibo rolled all six eyes before leaving again that night, returning very close to dawn with his hands full of medicines. “Something… in these… ought to do it…”

It took a little careful trial and error, but a few of them turned out to be very effective, and she soon made a complete recovery.

And now, Tokito had a debt to pay.

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He made progress in Sun Breathing. Something was breaking through, making sense in his muscles. Kokushibo watched all the more silently with each night. They both had the sense that there was a change coming soon. Tokito was on the last of his wits.

The time Kokushibo spent around his sons, influencing them… it likewise had to end.

“Grandfather,” he asked, his forehead against his thumbs. “Where do we go once I can no longer be in the sun?”

“You can reside here… as long as that person… allows you to… you want… to watch over your sons… do you not…?”

“I don’t know that much about demons. But if I become one, they’ll be in danger, won’t they?”

“…I will make certain… no harm… will come to your family…”

Tokito closed his eyes with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“Of the two of them… Muichiro… may also… be of use… to that person…”

“Ghh!” his whole chest tightened as much as his throat.

He had let this go on too long. How could he find them? How could he find the Demon Slayers? How could he do without ‘that person’ knowing?

----- The sun! Whatever action he took, it had to be under the protection of the sun!

“Tokito, good to see you!”

“It’s been months!”

“You had us worried.”

And humans! There was a strength in humans he couldn’t forget, and must always find himself humbled by. Anything he could ever accomplish on his own was so small, but with the help of more people! “Thank you for keeping us in mind! My wife fell ill a while, but she’s recovered now.”

“Psst. Are you still, you know?”

“You know?” another one asked, biting her lip and rolling her eyes back a second. “You know?”

“Ah… ah!! Yes!”

“Not to worry, lad,” an old man patted his shoulder. “Your family’s fallen on hard times, and that’s a shame. We’ve spread word of your family, and it’ll reach the right ears soon.” With a grin, the old lady next to him pointed to a crow flying overhead.

“Ahhh!” his eyes watered, and he bowed so low his face nearly hit his knees. “Thank you so much!”

“Hold your head up, young man. Do your roots proud!”

Yes. Even if his roots were Kokushibo, he could not allow himself to lose his humanity. There was still hope!

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Tokito had to protect his family. This Breath had a power, a power strong enough to make ‘that person’ want to rid the world of anyone who could use it. Maybe it was ungrateful to hone it as a gift to his eventual rescuers, a weapon that they might use.

A weapon they might use against Kokushibo, the ancestor who had spent years teaching it to him.

After a long day of training in the rays of the sun and well into the night, Tokito returned to his home, already dark inside. Muichiro and Yuichiro were wrapped up in their futon and using Kokushibo’s knees for pillows. All six of his eyes opened slowly, focused solely on Tokito. “You’ve… grown much stronger… it’s time soon… for a sword…”

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A knock came at the door. “That’s odd,” his wife blinked her big green eyes to it. They were not used to visitors.

“I’ll get it!!” Tokito shouted with a smile and bounded over to it. Their cry for help had been answered! It had to be buff, strong swordsmen, ready to rescue them and eliminate the demon—

He pulled wide the door, and against the light, there was the silhouette of two small children, and a demure lady in a traveling kimono.

No, this was wrong. Something was wrong. There was something special about these people, but they were not the Demon Slayers he waited for. As his breath tightened, the woman searched his face with growing concern. One of the children at her side looked inside the house, starting first on the woman with the big green eyes, and then the two identical children with long hair, staring back at the door while their Go board was illuminated by the outside light, and then to the dark corner of the house, where a demon sat and stared back.

“Ubu… ya… shi… ki?”

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(((And then, the author who only wanted to write a short crack fic, put the fic away, scared by the evil she had unleashed.)))

#this all started with a dramatic manga reading #and this was also a delight to read aloud as I edited #no recording this time though #my fics #my art #my nice art #my dumb fics #Kokushibo #tokitou muichirou #tokito muichiro

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krispdreemurr · 3 years ago

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i wonder if cybershuffle kris got some sense of vicarious freedom from hanging out with susie before the red soul comes along. like even aside from being raised by chaos manlets i figure any version of susie is super strong-willed....ghh just made myself sad thinking of how she's forced to lose that in this au. do her dads notice??

yeah def... like. susie was kris' biggest outlet from feeling restrained, when they got to spend time with her. their one source of freedom without expectations. her shutting down and like... no longer doing Anything unprompted scares kris a lot obviously

and yeah spamton's worried but right now thinks it's just a result of azzy leaving... she's under more stress and it might be affecting her. he and jevil conspire to get her favorite snacks and do more fun things with her but she's kind of. nonresponsive

#cybershuffle

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kaitoujokerscans · 3 years ago

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The Night the Silver Cape is Set Ablaze CH3

<3> Noir Strikes!

The violent tremor made Hachi and Hosshi shriek.

"Eeek!"

"Hosshi!"

"W-Whawazzat!? Is Spade back!?" Joker looked up. The middle of the Sky Joker was a giant gas-filled sac called an envelope, and it was sandwiched top and bottom by the airframe. Joker and the rest were in the lower part, whereas the tremor had come from the upper part. The two people and one pet ran through the hallway up into the upper gondola. The collection room for less recent treasures was up there. All their spoils of victory were organized compactly in it.

"Joker-san, over there!" Hachi pointed to a gaping hole in the ceiling. The obvious assumption was that someone had blasted it open.

"..." Joker put himself on guard. He slowly surveyed the room, and just then, he caught a glimpse of a fluttering cape.

"Who's there!"

He could see the silhouette illuminated by the light of the moon. A long cape draped behind his lanky body, and a large silk hat covered his head. He looked familiar — seeing him, Joker shouted out abruptly. "Master!"

Yes, he looked exactly like Joker's master, Silver Heart. But then the moon's light shone over the man's face.

"Wha...!" Joker's expression froze up. That wasn't Silver Heart...!

The man's round spectacles glinted. Behind them, callous eyes quietly regarded Joker. As the moon's light gradually shifted, the man could be discerned better. He wore the same hat and double-breasted suit as Silver Heart, but their colors were the exact opposite. Gold buttons shimmered on his jet-black suit, and his black hat was emblazoned with a golden letter "N".

"Greetings, Phantom Thief Joker..." came a low, monotone voice. The wind should have been roaring from outside, yet the man's words reached the pair's ears calmly and clearly.

"My name is Noir. I'm certain my advance notice found its way to you..." It was evident from the man's voice that he was much older. The voice that streamed out of his seasoned throat flowed forth with gravitas.

His voice had a strange ring to it. It left no impression, as if you would forget about it if he weren't standing right there.

"..." Joker noticed that his usual lackadaisical attitude had gone. What is this feeling...? Joker's instincts were telling him that the man in front of him was dangerous. Regardless, he plucked himself up and spoke like normal.

"I've been waiting, Phantom Thief Noir. Looks like you're after my treasure." The corners of Joker's mouth were raised, but his smile was stiff.

"That is correct. My intel tells me that those terming themselves 'phantom thieves' must send out advance notice..." said Noir deliberately.

Joker responded loudly, as if he were trying to shake off his nerves. "Obviously that's what phantom thieves do! That's what my master taught me!"

"Your master... is that so, heh heh heh..." Noir chuckled. His strange laughter was unsettling to Joker. "And your master's name is...?" asked Noir. He sounded as if he were asking a question to which he already knew the answer.

"My master... is the Silver Magician, Silver Heart!"

"Heh heh heh... As I thought..." Noir leered, his eyes glimmering eerily. "Then as announced, I will take your treasure...!" Noir lifted a hand high and snapped his fingers. Then immediately, BOOM! BOOM! — a series of explosions roared, blasting off the Sky Joker's entire roof.

"Wha-!?"

"What just happened!?"

"Hosshi!?"

Above them was the expanse of night sky. A fierce wind buffeted Joker. Then Noir stuck up one index finger and said to Joker:

"One minute."

"Huh?"

"Shield the treasure from me for one minute. If you can protect it for a full minute, I will accept defeat and leave here."

"You what..." Joker glared at Noir.

"Joker-san!"

"Don't worry, Hachi. A minute'll be over in no time." Joker may have been acting flippant, but he expected this to be a tough match. As someone who lived in a world where every second mattered — and even shorter intervals too — Joker knew best how long a minute could drag out for. And there was one other thing...

Joker heard a voice inside his head. Shield the treasure from me for one minute. Joker had heard this phrase before. It was probably back when...

"The count's already begun!"

Noir's shout cut off Joker's train of thought. He threw up his cards to block Noir's attack. Noir, tall in stature, had swung a knife. Masterfully wielding the short blade, he beat down upon Joker.

Joker blocked the knife blade frantically. The strikes were hardly swift. Nonetheless, he would quite plainly be injured if he didn't guard against them. Noir's blade was honed in on Joker that precisely.

"Rrgh! Rrghhh...!"

"What's the matter, Joker? Your pocket's unguarded! I can pilfer the crystal from it at any time!"

"!?" Joker took a giant leap back, flipping in midair before landing. He had found out that the gem was in his breast pocket. Joker softly patted over the pocket. He could feel the crystal. It hadn't been taken yet...

He's toying with me...!

Joker's competitive spirit was ignited. He fanned his cards out and yelled. "Straight Flash!"

The cards shone with blinding light, and Noir raised a hand to his eyes. While he was still immobile, Joker jumped back towards Noir.

You can't win just by defending! No matter how far back you're pushed, going on the offensive will open a path to victory!

Remembering what Silver Heart had told him long ago, Joker charged towards Noir. If he could just make him drop his knife by using his cards, he wouldn't be able to attack any more.

"Hiiyah!"

It was just as his cards had caught the knife. Joker saw a suspicious glint in his field of view. Oh shoot...!

Joker scrambled to twist his body while off the ground. As he did, he felt a sharp knife whizz right past his nose. Had he noticed the glint any later, the blade would most likely have cut into his face.

But how... He shouldn't be able to see right now!

It was then that a heavy impact rocked through Joker's body.

Noir's knee had caught Joker in the stomach. Massive pain pervaded his body, and Joker could no longer breathe. Then he felt his lapel being grabbed at. As soon as he processed this, Joker's body was tossed into the air. Noir had sent Joker flying with a model shoulder throw. Joker's scrawny body hit the floor like a rag doll.

"GWHAAAAAH!" Joker let out an incoherent howl. His whole body was in agony.

"Joker-san!"

"Ghh... I'm... okay, Hachi..." The falling position he had taken just before hitting the floor had done its job. He didn't have any bone damage, at least. Joker got up wobblily and scowled at Noir. When he did, he saw that the spectacles Noir had over his eyes had been replaced with sunglasses.

"When did you...!?"

The sunglasses had blocked the light and rendered Straight Flash ineffective. Noir then touched the end piece of his sunglasses and turned a tiny knob. The tinted sunglasses instantaneously changed back into the same transparent spectacles they had been before.

"W-What are those!?" Hachi exclaimed in surprise.

"...Polarized lenses, eh."

"That's correct, Joker-kun."

Polarized lenses have a special coating that prevent light from coming in from anywhere but one specific direction. If two polarized lenses were aligned in the same direction, they would appear at first glance to be normal lenses, but by changing their orientation, light wouldn't pass through and the lenses would turn dark like sunglasses. They are much like the light shade plates used when looking at the sun.

"You predicted my attack...?"

"Hardly a remarkable feat. I only imagined how my opponent would attack two or three steps ahead. Then I changed danger into an opportunity. According to my intel, this is the basics of being a phantom thief. I'm sure you're aware of this...?"

"Ghh..." Joker bit his lip in frustration. Master said this too. How does he know Master's teachings...? His attacks were being read like a book. This was the first time he had faced such a formidable opponent.

But...

Joker's spirit hadn't been broken yet. He could still feel the crystal against his chest. The pocket that Joker had the crystal in was bifold. Just sticking your hand in wasn't enough to pry out anything. You had to put your hand in all the way and under another layer of cloth to get at whatever what was inside. Noir probably hadn't been able to get his hand all the way in there.

"But it looks like I still won. I protected the treasure for a full minute...!"

"..." Noir stared at Joker silently.

"What's wrong? Aren't you the one who said the match would only last a minute, gramps?"

Then Noir laughed derisively — at himself. "Hmph, it seems I'm slower than I once was... It took more time than anticipated to snatch the crystal from that second inner pocket of yours," Noir said, and waved his hand. Almost like magic, a bright red crystal ball shone in Noir's fingers.

"T-That's...!" Bewildered, Joker put a hand to his lapel. There was a hard sensation.

How...!? In a panic, he probed inside the pocket and removed the crystal — but the thing he pulled out was no gem. It was a rock about the same size as the crystal. The rock was hefty and sank in Joker's palm.

"When did you...!?"

"Just after I mentioned your pocket to you. I deliberately set you on edge, only for you to be relieved moments later. That relief was the key. You could say you dropped your guard. When you let down your guard, used the shining cards, and approached me, that was when I took it. Slowly, with these deteriorating hands..."

"......" Wordlessly, Joker sank to his knees. I didn't notice at all...

Noir had gotten his hand into Joker's pocket, removed the crystal, and to top it all off, he had even planted a dummy. Joker had utterly lost...

"Now then, I will leave with the treasure. You're fairly clever. Your aptitude is wasted as a phantom thief." Noir's words pierced right through Joker. "According to my intel, you were least skilled at 'protecting treasure for one minute' drills."

"What...?"

The one who had told him to "shield the treasure from me for one minute" during his training had been none other than Joker's master, Silver Heart. What Noir had proposed was exactly the same as his master's training.

"...Do you know Master?"

"Yes, far better than you do. He was quite a talented man. Yet a talented master will not necessarily have talented disciples..."

"'Scuse me!?"

"Farewell, Phantom Thief Joker!" Noir twirled his black cape. It was such a dark, obscure black that it was as if the stars around him had vanished. The cape wrapped around him with a fwoosh, and an instant later, Noir was gone.

In the darkness of the blustery night, Joker, Hachi, and Hosshi stood idle, staring stupefied at the empty void.

#kaitou joker #light novel

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ghoztlinkblot · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2 - Hero Schools

The Government-Hired Heroes, shortened simply as the GHH for convenience, was a specific branch of the police born around the 12430s as an answer to the growing rise of superpowered crime; if the future of felony was in individual personalities with outstanding traits more so than in large organisations of nameless, faceless crooks, as it had appeared back then, authorities would adapt and follow suit. Originally rather small, it soon imposed itself as a signature part of the police force. As the years passed, and the GHH solidified its political importance and cultural impact, one would have expected more and more abilitied folk to flock to its doors every year; and, though, in some regards, that wasn’t inaccurate, the truth was a bit more complicated.

While back in the first few months of 12417, abilities were brand new, flashy and rare, assuring anyone who had them to be put into the spotlight, advantaged regardless of what the ability actually was, the First Supervillain crisis just half a year later proved how unstable the status of abilitied people was. Even after the abilitied revolt, Scarlet Maylis’ government and reforms, and abilities becoming an everyday thing, over the following century, this trend only worsened. The GHH had more stories wherein everything went wrong than of normal, successful heroes, it seemed. The truth was, the media simply made more noise for those trashy tales, but that was enough to stain te GHH’s reputation. And it all had started with its inception.

Scarlet Maylis, or the iconic “magical girl” Bleeding Heart, generally seen as the de facto leader of the First District, a movement spawned in response to the First Supervillain discourse to offer the discriminated abilitied an outlet, and that had eventually grown to carry out a full-on coup d’état, defending the rights of her kin all throughout the country, had gradually grown more and more extreme in her views once put in charge of the government. While many still remembered Bleeding Heart, and that cute little cheerleader chant - “B, L, E! E, D, I! N, G, ♡!” - fondly, her role as a quasi-dictatorial leader was controversial, splitting the public opinion to this day. And the Government-Hired Heroes, born under her jurisdiction, were stained with a similar reputation. One of the first big GHH controversies was that of Adrian and Luna Maylis, Scarlet’s own children and some of the first-ever GHH heroes, enrolled in their youth and who’d both run away from that responsibility before they’d even hit their coming of age - sixteen years old. Though they both eventually returned and enrolled back into the force after all just a few years later, the damage was done.

But besides the GHH and its leaders’ own faults, heroism just didn’t have as favourable an image as many other jobs. As a result of Maylis’ politics, abilitied folk had become the majority; it was no longer a standout category that ensured you an edge others didn’t have on the job market. Plus, heroism didn’t pay all that well, and the interviews were infamous for being especially harsh. Many parents therefore advised their offspring against pursuing such a career, and even if many GHH-philes still enrolled by dozens into the GHH, it found itself short on staff by the turn of the century.

The government needed to find a way to solve this. While heroism itself was in deficit, the capital’s culture, tourism and advertising depended on its theatrics. They had to make heroism more appealing, to stop abilitied people from picking other careers, or worse, using their abilities for crime and further overworking the GHH. Investing remarkably high amounts of money, they came up with an eccentric solution : hero schools.

Entirely government-funded, they were free, well-furnished schools who, on top of teaching typical subjects, promised to raise children into the GHH-compliant heroes they were always meant to be. In other words, they were free schools that ensured a stable, guaranteed job to anyone who passed with decent honours, right upon graduation. Heroes, vigilantes and villains had always been most popular amongst children; to them, there was a certain prestige to attending such a school, which made them brag about it to their friends and peers, who in turn whined to their parents to let them attend as well. Add in a few meaningless advantages and coupons, and the formula was complete; not only that, it was successful.

The GHH went from accepting any old resume that still dared come their way to reaffirming its cutthroat reputation as a prestigious organisation; it seemed nearly impossible to be hired for one who hadn’t graduated from a hero school. The two institutions grew almost indissociable over time; The hero-school grading system - C, B, A, S - became a standard of the GHH itself, which now categorised its numerous employees in the same way; C rank, B rank, et cetera. These ranks were made public as well, as fans loved to tier and compete, and reflected a difference in workload, work ethic and efficiency expected from different heroes, as well as the way they were treated. Salary, leniency of their superiors, general authority within the workplace; a bonafide hierarchy formed between employees that, on paper, shared the same contracts and jobs.

The rankings became more and more central to the GHH’s inner workings over time, and would determine things such as which heroes were paired up together; Bs with Bs, As with Cs, and Ss by themselves. In other words; As got to boss Cs around, Ss had private offices, and Bs did most of the work on their own. There were exceptions - the Golden Trio was allowed to work together, thanks to the influence of Bonnie’ family - but they were few, and didn’t change the overall situation.

The inequalities leaked out of the GHH’s walls, spreading to the capital as a whole. Non-abilitied folk, who had already become a minority, were now further disadvantaged; while, technically, one was not required to have an ability in order to be hired by the GHH, as that would’ve legally counted as discrimination, it was indeed a requirement in order to be enrolled into hero school, as that legally counted as a necessary credit. Thus, non-abilitied kids would often be shunned by their classmates, or even their own parents.

Still, it wasn’t as though every kid wanted to pursue that career path, nor like every parent was willing to support such a choice. Many abilitied people still led typical studies; such was Neville Elire Schifozzo. Born to a lower middle-class family, he had no interest in heroism; he’d attended public education, been taught plumbing, and worked as a plumber from age sixteen to age thirty-two, married and divorced. Somewhere along the way, he’d longed for something else. Something more. Anything, maybe. Or something specific. Either way, that desire had led him to the GHH. But how could he hope to be hired given his education? Simple: His ability.

Though it looked like simple teleportation at first, it was completely different, and unlike anything that had ever been seen before. Manipulating space was as close to reality warping as abilities had gotten since the death of Providence, a sister-in-arms of Scarlet and the rest of the First District, who had the ability to manipulate events, people, probabilities and their consequences themselves. While nothing as all-encompassing as that, Spatial Plumber’s ability was still leagues above average, with endless potential for defense, offense, sneaking, information-gathering and all other purposes. And yet… his unwillingness to speak up about it and lack of proper experience in the heroism field landed Neville at a solid B. Thus, he ended up teamed up with another B ranking hero: Bubblegum.

She was what Neville had been looking for. Not in any romantic sense, but more generally, in his life. She had the spunk, the energy, the optimism that he had lost, if he ever had it. She quite simply lit up his life. She liked his company too; he was entertaining, honest, simple, and polite. Their friendship was clear to see in how they worked together. Something tied that quiet, unassuming man and that loud charismatic girl together, whatever it was. Maybe that was why they would both, separately, end up quitting the GHH to do their own thing.

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#superhero #capepunk #thriller #ongoing series #novel #online novel #oc #original character #writer #independent #writting #creative writing #character drama

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carelesstranslator · 4 years ago

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Stray Devil Blues Pt 1 (A3! Act 9 Mixed Troupe Play)

Act 1

[A spotlight shines on Lucifer, standing alone on the stage]

Lucifer: The brilliance of that soul stretched across millenia, piercing through to the deepest depths of the earth. That hateful, accursed, blessed siren call.

[Scenery change: Town Square]

Jailor: Don’t come back again.

Mark: Thank you for your care.

Mark: ……hah.

Thug: Give me your money! Mark: — I don’t have any money. I just came out of jail.

Thug: Just pass your bag over! Mark: —ugh

Thug: Ha..ha…. it’s your own fault for being slow to give it to me! I didn’t do anything wrong! Mark: It can’t be…… will my life end just like this?

Lucifer: Do you resent your own destiny? Or do you hate the one who framed you?

Mark: Eh……?

Lucifer: I can give you power. The power to overturn destiny, a blade to deliver vengeance.

Mark: A devil……?

Lucifer: If you do nothing you will rot away here. Alone, unaccepted by anyone.

Mark: …… I refuse.

Lucifer: Then make a contract with me. With your soul as the price.

Mark: A contract……

Lucifer: The deadline for your soul to be paid is a month from now.

Mark: One month? I can’t live any longer than that?

Lucifer: No one can escape the contract.

Mark: No way! Then, there’s no point to it!

Lucifer: Although, there is but one way to free yourself from the contract.

Lucifer: Hunt the souls of people who have made contracts with other devils. If you do so, you can exchange their soul for your own, and be exempt from the conditions of the contract.

Mark: The souls of other contractors……

Lucifer: What will you do? Mark: ……I understand. I’ll forge the contract.

Lucifer: Then I promise you your life, and the success of your vengeance.

Mark: What I want is not revenge. I want to prove my innocence. That will be enough.

Lucifer: ……Very well. With this the contract is forged.

—

Mark: I can’t believe it, he was the culprit…… I thought we were friends.

Lucifer: Humans are weak creatures, vulnerable to corruption.

Mark: It’s even more convincing when a devil says that.

Lucifer: It makes things much easier for us.

Mark: Will you always stay here? Lucifer: So long as you do not tell me to return. High-ranking devils such as myself cannot remain in the human world without the will of our contractors.

Mark: Oh, so you’ll appear whenever I call for you. That’s convenient.

Lucifer: Do not speak of me as if I am some kind of tool. It’s unpleasant.

Mark: Sorry, sorry. Lucifer: Humph.

Employer: Hey, new hire! Move this baggage!

Mark: Yes! Mark: Hm… perchance, are high-ranking devils able to carry baggage like this?

Lucifer: Child’s play.

Mark: Perfect. You’re a great help!

—

(Scenery change: Inside the church)

Mark’s friend: I never meant to do it! But for some reason, at that time, I just felt irrationally angry at him……

Mark’s friend: I was possessed by evil!

Mark’s friend: I deeply regret framing my friend.

Walter: Repent and atone for your sins. If you do so, surely your soul will obtain salvation.

Mark’s friend: …… thank you very much, Father.

Walter: ……

Beezelbub: I can sense the presence of a devil.

Walter: He did not look like a contractor.

Beezelbub: It feels like someone disagreeable.

Walter: An acquaintance of yours?

Beezelbub: More importantly, I’m hungry. Today, I want to eat stew.

Walter: I’ve never heard of a devil eating stew before.

Beezelbub: With plenty of meat in it.

Walter: Got it, got it.

Walter: The presence of a devil, huh. Oh, God! Extend the hand of salvation to the lost children, and on the corrupt fallen, the hammer of condemnation!

—

(Scenery change: An alleyway)

Mark: It’s been a while, Cliff.

Cliff: Mark! When did you get out? Mark: A week ago. Thanks for helping out.

Cliff: I’m sorry I wasn’t able to do much. The situation really sucked.

Mark: The real culprit turned himself in recently.

Cliff: Is that so. If he was going to do that, he should have done it sooner. But in any case, it’s good that your innocence was proved.

Mark: ……yeah

Cliff: Have you decided on your next job?

Mark: Not yet. I’m doing day labor while looking for a long-term position.

Cliff: Why don’t you come and work for me? You would be welcome anytime.

Mark: Thanks for the offer, but the ‘work’ that you do is impossible for me.

Cliff: If it wasn’t for the ‘work’ that we do, many more children would be dead.

Mark: I know that. Even so, I can’t do it.

Cliff: If you change your mind, feel free to hit me up anytime.

Mark: Thanks, Cliff.

(Cliff exits the scene) Lucifer: Why didn’t you take up Cliff’s offer?

Mark: Cliff’s work involves intimidation and extortion. Most of his jobs are illegal.

Mark: Of course, I know that without this line of work, there are many who would be unable to feed themselves. Even so, I don’t want to do it.

Lucifer: If that’s the case then hurry up and find a proper and well-paying job. I don’t want to keep being summoned that that dirty old room.

Mark: Even though you’re a devil, you’re unexpectedly fastidious

Lucifer: Being a devil has nothing to do with it.

Mark: Sorry, sorry! Then help me with the cleaning. I probably won’t be able to move out anytime soon.

Lucifer: Why do I have to stoop to this kind of thing……

——

(Scenery shift: Town Square)

Mark: What’s that?

Lucifer: Demons. Though they aren’t very powerful, they tempt and distract humans into acts of evil.

Lucifer: In other words, they become ‘possessed by evil’.

Mark: Look out—!

Demons: Giiiii! Giiii!

Lucifer: Demons are ubiquitous, if you try to stop every single one there will be no end to it.

Mark: Even so, if you see that there is someone about to die in front of you, the normal thing to do is help them out.

Lucifer: How very kind of you.

Mark: You went along with it didn’t you? You too are —

Lucifer: What? Mark: Nothing.

——

Mark: ……for there to be demons around the church. It’s a strange connection.

Walter: Does something trouble you?

Mark: Ah, no——

Walter: Please enter. These doors are open to anyone.

Mark: ——

Walter: Would it be, that your trouble concerns devils? Mark: Eh? Walter: I’ve seen people who had the same expressions on their faces. I might be able to help.

Mark: Do you know something about devils?

Walter: Yes, well. People come to me for help with the exorcism of lower-ranking devils, and the contracts formed with devils.

Mark: The contracts formed with devils…

Walter: They grant wishes in exchange for the contractor’s soul. Would you like to know how one may free themselves from the contract? Mark: Is there such a method? Walter: The salvation of God is granted to anyone. I cannot say more than that our here, come within.

—

(Scenery shift to within the church)

Mark: ……

Mark: This is…?

Walter: A place where the power of devils cannot reach.

Mark: So, about the way to escape from the contract……

Walter: It is by bringing salvation to the corrupted soul! Mark: ——!?

(Beezelbub appears)

Beezelbub: There’s no mistake, Walter. This is a contractor. The one who holds his contract is ———

Mark: A devil!?

Walter: Are you surprised that a priest would work together with a devil? This is but a necessary evil.

Mark: Come, Lucifer! (Lucifer is summoned, but runs into a purple barrier)

Lucifer: How impertinent, to try to hold me with a barrier.

Beezelbub: As I thought, it was you, Lucifer. Then, this person is that ……?

Lucifer: If you know, then release me immediately.

Beezelbub: Unfortunately, it is not I who makes that decision. If I do not do my job, I will have to go without lunch.

Lucifer: To be baited by food…

Mark: You lied to me?

Walter: You wish to escape from that devil do you not? Then, there is only one way.

(sfx: blade being drawn)

Mark: ——gh

Walter: Haa! (sfx: blade slicing through air)

Mark: Ghh

Beezelbub: It’s alright, don’t worry. There are many other contractor’s souls here. You won’t be lonely.

Mark: You hunted other contractors’ souls too?

Walter: I did not hunt them. I saved them!

Mark: It’s the same thing! Walter: You’re quite persistent.

Beezelbub: As expected of Lucifer’s contractor.

Lucifer: Break the barrier, Mark!

Walter: As if I would allow that ——-

Mark: Haaa! Walter: Beezelbub! Beezelbub: What is the price?

Walter: Quiche!

Beezelbub: The contract is forged.

(sfx: Mark is stranged and lifted in the air by Beezelbub)

Mark: ——gghhh

Beezelbub: The time for games is over. Before Lucifer manages to break through——

(sfx: breaking glass as the barrier is broken, sound of feet landing on the ground)

Lucifer: Too late. You’ve angered me, Beezelbub.

(sfx: sound of demonic energy being summoned)

Walter: Tsk. This is troublesome——

Lucifer: Haa! (sfx: sound of demonic energy hitting Walter and Beezelbub)

Walter: gh—

Beezelbub: —-gh

Mark: No, stop, Lucifer! Lucifer: Why? Mark: If you go any further, they will die!

Walter: ——we’ll retreat for now, Beezelbub

Beezelbub: …… it looks like I must go without lunch today

(Walter and Beezelbub exit scene) Lucifer: Why did you stop me?

Mark: I have no intention on hunting the souls of other contractors

Lucifer: You want to escape from the contract don’t you? Mark: Of course, it’s hard to accept that I will have to die in a month’s time. But even so, I don’t want to exchange someone else’s soul for mine

Lucifer: As always, you are too naive

#a3! translations #stray devil blues #as the name suggests this is a very casual translation so there will be places when it doesn't match the original text word for word

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stormyweaver · 4 years ago

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Oh I'm so sorry!! I just reread your post and didn't realize you meant from that particular list!!! In that case maybe 💔 (Weak) + 💐 (Fit) ??? Maybe with some v bad allergies ???

Hi, hi! So, yeah, this took forever and wow, I’m honestly so sorry about that ;-; my muse is fickle as hell, and it’s like three am at the moment, which of course was when inspiration finally decided to strike. Go figure XD ANYWAY thank you so much for your ask, and hopefully you see this!! (Also just as a note for the drabble in particular, it’s from the show Living With Y/ourself which involves clones, so whenever there’s ‘N!Miles’ it basically refers to ‘New Mi/les’ or ‘Clone Mi/les’ because it’s easier for me to write okay? Okay~)

💔 (Weak) + 💐 (Fit)

Not again... Was all N!Miles could think as his expression once again went slack, shoulders shuddering as he huffed his way towards another fit of sneezes. He'd been going through the same motions of hitch, sneeze, sniffle and pause, then hitch over and over for the last hour. And it had taken him much longer than it rightfully should have to find the culprit of his misery, who was currently eyeing him through hooded lids as she sat curled up in the living room. He hadn't even intended to take the cat inside, only coming in from raking leaves as the clouds began their downpour. But she had been curled up beneath a bush outside, and looked so darned scared and... well, No Good Deed, yeah?

"hhHETSHh'uh! hh'HHESHh! h'EESHHh'huh! Ghh, this is impossible..." At least it should have been. He hadn't even given the possibility of allergies any thought, because wasn't the whole point of being a clone? To be completely similar to the person whose DNA you were created from - well, aside from being better at essentially everything, more physically, mentally and emotionally stable. Except he wasn't even ticking off those boxes, so how the hell could this process be touted as any kind of efficient or reliable? But all that aside, he was Miles clone, and Miles didn't have any allergies, especially not to... Wait, scratch that train of thought, he was going to-- "hHETSHh'huuh!" N!Miles bucked forward with another sudden sneeze, though this time he had enough decorum to dip into the crook of his elbow. A groan slipped out afterwards, fingers automatically pinching the bridge of his nose where a small ache had begun to settle. Which was pretty typical for sneezing about ten times in less than two minutes, he assumed. No matter how much his DNA could prove how human he was, there were still times where even acts like sneezing felt so foreign to him. Maybe it was because he'd been specifically designed to be somehow, oh, bigger than things like sneezing and allergies. He was supposed to be the better of the two Miles, which meant that stuff so miniscule shouldn't shake him as much as this currently was. Still, as he peered past his fingers at the tabby who was making herself at home on the living room floor, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly. He wasn't better by any margin - he was simply a copy of the original Miles, but, digging any deeper than that into the whole 'What is life?' aspect of his existence would have to wait for another time. Right now, he had to take one problem at a time. First and foremost: Where the hell was the Benadryl...? ---- After a bit of frantic searching through the bathroom cabinets, then with lower hopes scouring the kitchen drawers, he came to the unfortunate conclusion that they did not, in fact, have any antihistamines of any kind. And why would they need to? Nobody was supposed to be allergic to anything, not to the point where they would stock up on specific medication. N!Miles released a heavy sigh and brushed a knuckle underneath his nose which, upon a cringe-worthy glance in the hall mirror, had turned a similar pink to match his watering eyes. "Okay, this is fine. Right? Yeah, absolutely! Because... because it doesn't mean anything big. Everyone has allergies, right?" He glanced back towards the only other current occupant of the house, brow raised in expectation. Honestly, he shouldn't have been surprised when to find the cat grooming herself, otherwise uninterested in his outward musings. He began to roll his eyes, but instantly regretted the action as it somehow seemed to prompt a more desperate, involuntary fluttering of his lids. "hhH! Hehh!... Oh, God," A moan rose in his throat, bringing up a square of tissue he’d snatched from the toilet roll to scrub furiously beneath his quivering nose. Just as the thought of moving the cat somewhere else passed through his mind, a bolt of lightening struck outside, followed by a prompt yowl and the sound of quickly padding paws. By the time N!Miles had turned back to the living room, the cat was nowhere to be seen. Wonderful. "Where's my c-cell..." Sniffling pathetically, he began up the stairs. At the very least, he could ring Miles or Kate and ask them to pick up some kind of allergy meds on the way home from work.

#greywrites;#asks: answered #prompts: answered #//my nose got super itchy writing this too wth #Anonymous

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nacrepearl · 5 years ago

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I Spilled All Over Velvet

Rating: T

CW for: Choking, stabbing, descriptions of blood. It’s whump!

Tensions are high following the upturn of what gemkind has known for thousands of years, and some gems have it out for the "new Pink Diamond." Pearl acts as watch until everything settles, and sometimes it comes with ugly confrontations.

In the coming months after the upheavals of White Diamond’s reign and the establishment of a new order, the citizens of Beach City--both human and gem--set out to provide a comforting new home to their forthcoming neighbors. Progress had been steady, and with the completion of the new beach house, Bismuth’s involvement in the project had vastly improved the efficiency and speed at which the newfound ‘Little Homeworld’ was constructed.

Of course, the new town would house most of the uncorrupted gems that chose to stay on the planet, and it even found itself home to a few gems previously in Pink Diamond’s court that wished to be a part of her legacy--living through Steven himself though, as they still didn’t grasp the concept of humans and hybrids quite yet. They’d get there.

A few rogue gems had one gem on edge, however--their presence and behavior too close to those she saw in spies and traitors to their cause back during the war. One gem, a pesky Iolite who didn’t want to make ‘peace talk’ one on one, Steven, don’t you see her body language, the way she’s looking at you? The malice in the indigo gem’s eyes was clear, and she wouldn’t let any more strangers come within a fifty meter radius of the house any longer.

As such, Pearl put it upon herself to stand watch while Steven slept for the following weeks as tensions settled down, just in case. It had proven to be futile as of late; no one had really come to their end of the peninsula with all the construction and disorder going on.

Pearl made her way up to Steven’s new loft room, walled off from the rest of the house to grant him more privacy. He hadn’t gotten the chance to put up most of his things yet, but somehow the room felt comforting and familiar already. His cookie cat clock read 11:54 PM.

The alabaster gem walked over to the bed in the middle of the room and found it to be empty. Just as she was about to go looking for the teenager, he appeared at the top of the staircase, ready for sleep. He looked up from fastening his buttons and immediately noticed Pearl by his bed, and gave her a smile before he spoke.

“Pearl! Are you here to tuck me in?” he asked.

“Oh!” Pearl had a slight cyan on her cheeks, having been caught; “I just wanted to see if you were already in bed, which I now see you were not.”

Steven reaches the other side of his bed and climbs in, sitting up against the headboard. “I know, I’m sorry! I was helping Amethyst out with something in Little Homeworld.”

“It’s almost midnight, Steven, you need a consistent sleep schedule! Especially with everything that’s going on right now.”

“It just went a little overtime, that’s all,” he said, sensing Pearl’s typical worry for his basic needs, “So how about that tucking in?”

Pearl calmed a bit--after all, he was getting older, and she didn’t need to harp on him for his bedtime as much anymore. She smiled and reached for his blanket.

“Just for you tonight. Lay down and get comfortable, mister!”

“Aye-aye sir!”

After Steven was fully nestled into his bed, he quickly drifted to sleep. Pearl smiled down at him, and she bent and laid a kiss on his forehead before she headed down to assume her position outside for the night.

Pearl was met with the chilled night air as she stepped outside. As she approached one of the outlying rocks, soon to be her perch for the time being, she summoned her spear and did a quick run-down of the area. Relieved that there was nothing amiss, she sat on the flat edge of the rock and watched the tide, humming to herself.

Minutes passed into an hour, and Pearl was so caught up in her impromptu-meditation session that she failed to hear a rustle in the sand behind her, and before she had time to react properly, she felt her wrist be yanked sideways. As she was lifted from her spot, her spear dropped and dematerialized.

She came face to face with the angry gaze of a quartz. “Where is Pink Diamond?”

Through her shock, Pearl gave the gem a quick run down: White’s insignia, rectangular gemstone on her chest, all black save for her grey suit and white hair. An onyx. Of course, Pearl was no stranger to fighting quartzes during the war. Despite her momentary panic, she attempted to calm herself down and get out of the situation unharmed.

“Pink Diamond isn’t around anymore. Unless you mean Steven, in which case, he is also unavailable at this moment--”

The gem yanked Pearl closer. “Why?”

“Well,” Pearl began, deciding to fib so as to not disclose any more information than she already had, “he is currently off planet. He wanted to go alone, and I don’t know where he went off to if you were planning on following him. Not that I would let you, anyhow.”

“Let me? Last time I checked that wasn’t up to the pearl to decide. I have some things I want to clear up with her and her ‘new empire’ business.”

“Well, I’m sure whatever needs to be said can be relayed through me.” Pearl growled at the gem and tugged her wrist, a signal to be let go. The onyx gripped tighter and grinned.

“Seems like a fair trade,” Onyx said as she acted faster than Pearl could think, throwing her forcefully into the rock behind her.

Pearl groaned as her back hit the solid stone, landing on her feet but staggering before regaining her footing. She summoned another spear. The onyx had summoned her weapon as well, a set of throwing knives. Immediately, the dark gem raised her arm, throwing knife after knife towards Pearl’s direction--one would surely land a hit.

Pearl took notice fast, and dodged through the storm of blades coming at her. They came in different directions from each other, making it difficult to escape in one definite direction. She blocked some with her spear, and the rest bounced off the rock.

Pearl noticed one knife just in time, and reared left to avoid it--causing the next to graze her side, and she let out a strained cry, bringing her hand to the swipe to find it come back with a small line of teal.

The onyx ceased her knife tirade, giving Pearl a moment to reground herself and thrust her spear outward towards the gem. She narrowly hit the gem straight on, the spear grazing her arm, punctuated by a low growl.

Onyx moved quick, giving Pearl less reaction time than she expected. More knives were summoned, and at close range, she thrust them out like daggers. Pearl moved to block the attack with her spear and tried to grant herself some space--she needed to keep up. Now was not the time to be out of practice.

Noticing an opening, Onyx suddenly thrust her arm out below the spear, and hit her target dead on.

“Agh!”

Hearing the scream, the dark gem widened her grin and yanked her arm back, only to grab Pearl’s spear during her distracted state and discard it on the beach. She then grabbed hold of both of Pearl’s wrists before the smaller gem could stumble forward, bringing her close.

Pearl was breathing harder than normal to will some of the pain from the wound away. She looked into the other gem’s gaze and found nothing but pure joy, and she knew that she wouldn’t get out of the situation easily.

She barely registered the feeling of being dropped, followed by her hair being grabbed, and she started to settle into the panic. Everything else was a blur until she felt the air rushing around her, her head being slammed against the stone and then a distinct crack as she screamed, and then white hot pain as she nearly passed out, falling to the ground.

The torment didn’t stop this time, and she was swiftly lifted with two hands pressing hard against her neck. Trying to call for help now would be useless--Amethyst was off in Little Homeworld, Garnet was off searching for any gems they may have missed in their initial healing session, and she didn’t even know where Bismuth, Lapis, or Peridot would be at this hour--not to mention the excruciating constriction against her throat that was tightening every second, close to severing the connection between her gem and the rest of her body.

Dissipating was near impossible now--she could only hope that someone would come by and aid her. She tried to call out anyway, unable to do much but let out a strained cry and grasp at the arms around her neck as she glitched in the onyx’s grip.

“I knew this would be fun… forget going after Pink. Her pearl will be just as fitting for revenge!” The dark gem then threw Pearl across the beach, causing her to slam into the cliffside and immediately fall to the ground, groaning.

Footsteps approached her. “Tell Pink that she can find me on Homeworld when she’s done with her excursions around the galaxy,” she said, punctuated with a final stomp of a boot against Pearl’s gem, making the pale gem choke out a cry, “And let this be a message--the Diamond hierarchy reigns over all.”

Pearl laid on the ground for a while after the gem left, unable to move beyond tensing herself against each glitch that came, the wound on her abdomen dampening against her shirt. When will the others get back…?

Another glitch came, making her tense against the soft ground. “Ghhah!”

As the night wore on, the spot in her vision overcame her, and she allowed herself to succumb to unconsciousness as she felt another glitch consume her.

Steven was always a light sleeper--ever since Lion had rudely woken him multiple times (though for a good cause, he supposed), he decided it was good for his own safety if he were to train himself to wake at the sense that something was wrong. It was fine for a while, but now that everything was peaceful for the most part, he was getting tired of the routine of waking every time he heard Cat Steven running around and mewling for food in the middle of the night.

Tonight though, he would be very glad he had the ability. He drifted into a deep sleep after Pearl tucked him in for the night, and it felt as though just a minute later he was woken up by yelling outside his window. Steven opened his eyes slowly. Who could be on the beach at this hour...?

He spent a while debating on checking out the scene or not--after all, it could just be loud tourists having a late night stroll--but he felt he should be sure, especially with the risk of hostile gems wanting to ‘talk’ to him again. That Iolite really was up to no good…

Steven finalized his decision to check out the noise and yawned, stretching. Lifting his covers, Steven got himself to his balcony and looked down--only to see a figure lying on the sand. In his sleepy state, he couldn’t make out who it was. Grumbling as this meant he had to investigate further, he slipped on his shoes and made his way down to the beach, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes in the process.

As Steven approached, he noticed something… odd. The form was trembling lightly, punctuated by bouts of glitches. Just then it hit him, and he noticed the familiar teal jacket with the signature star insignia. Snapping out of his haze, his eyes widened as dread settled into his stomach and he realized who it was.

“Pearl!” Steven cried, as he ran the last bit of distance before coming upon her shaking form. Hesitant to touch her in this state, he licked a hand in preparation for what he knew he’d be greeted with. “Pearl, are you with me?”

He lifted her with his free hand to cradle her gently, and to see the extent of the damage. Gently turning her head towards him, he gasped when he saw the state of her gem--a large crack going through the middle, smaller cracks ebbing from the main one. Her face was littered with scratches, and as he moved along, he noticed her shirt was dark and damp with something foreign.

Somehow he knew exactly the connotations of such a sight, and immediately Steven prepared to heal whatever wound she was plagued with. He moved her jacket out of the way, not fully prepared to see just how bad it actually was. With extreme care, he touched his hand to the wound, and it healed quick.

Unfortunately for Pearl, however, the feeling of the wound closing so quick woke her up, and as she came to, she was hit with a fresh wave of pain coming from her gem as she tensed in Steven’s hold. One hand moved to grip Steven’s shirt as she groaned and glitched again.

“Pearl? A-are you awake?” Steven said, taking her hand off his garment and gripping it in his own hand, “I need you to tell me if there are any more wounds so I can heal them.”

Pearl opened her eyes to half-mast slowly, being met with the boy’s soft gaze. “S-Steven, I…”

“Don’t push yourself, please, Pearl, I just need you to tell me what else needs healing.”

She mumbled something. At Steven’s confused look, she pointed weakly to her gem.

“Is that it? No more wounds anywhere else?”

She nodded. “Just the cra--ah!” She said, bracing herself as another glitch washed over her. She gripped Steven’s hand with more force than he’d expected and shut her eyes tightly. The glitch lasted longer than the others, more intensity seeming to build and Pearl let out a strangled gasp as it passed.

Alarmed, Steven doubled his hold on her. “Pearl, stay with me, I need you to stay awake for me!”

“Gh--hhah--”

“Okay! I need my hand to heal it, I’m going to let go now.” At this, she nodded tensely, and let her hand leave his grip in favor of clutching her jacket as the final wave of the glitch passed. Steven pulled his hand to his mouth to lick it again, and immediately pressed it to Pearl’s gem.

She was tense as the magic worked, and Steven could feel the pain wash out of her muscles as the cracks disappeared and she closed her eyes, letting herself fall asleep.

Once the gem was smooth, Steven looked it over for any missed spots, but found nothing. Pearl was resting, limp, in his hold. Choosing not to disturb her, he scooped her up to transfer her inside the house and onto the couch for the night.

The next morning, Steven was woken by the feeling of something sitting on the edge of his bed. Opening his eyes, he was met with Pearl’s face looking down at him and smiling. The boy sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“G’morning, Pearl.”

“Morning, Steven. Did you rest well?”

Steven rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Yeah! Did… were you comfortable last night, on the couch? I didn’t want to disturb you after you fell asleep…”

“Yes. I actually wanted to say thank you, for last night… I thought I’d be out there alone until the morning.”

“I’m glad I woke up and found you when I did… I don't want to think about the what-ifs, though. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

With this, Steven found himself engulfed in a hug. “I am too. I’m sorry you had to see it, though.”

“Nothing I’m not used to by now.”

The two stayed in the embrace for a bit longer, until Steven was broken from it by the promise of a pancake breakfast, made special by Pearl with his help. Soon after they finished the last batch, Amethyst warped in just on time to eat the leftover mess (and definitely at last half of the pancakes). Garnet joined them not long after with a small nod to the other three at the table, allowing the four of them to sit and relax for the rest of the day, stress-free.

#fic #steven universe #pearl #steven quartz #rae.txt

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artfromtheunderworld · 6 years ago

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Feelings Are Weird

Summary:

What happens when you have a small group of Demon Slayers together, and let them stay at the Butterfly Estate for some well deserved rest? Well, normally the same thing goes as always, some Shenanigans of teens, and such. But, today was different, weird emotions formed from unknown reasons, or perhaps they were always been there. If that being the case, Inosuke didn’t understand what this new feeling was in the slightest.

Chapter 1

Down at the Butterfly Estate, there was some on goings as one would think out of the small group of what you could call clowns, they had just gotten done with a mission with a group of lower class Demons from a village nearby. Though, there was a lot of them swarming around, so it made fighting a bit harder over all.Yet, they all managed to get out of there, with some gashes and bruises! Which is new, since normally someone comes out of this with a broken bone or two! While everyone was resting in their respective beds, Nezuko was gently clawing at her brother’s bed, almost in a worried dog manner as her big pink eyes stare over at his light crimson ones. Tanjiro would smile at this action, reaching a hand out to pet through her locks softly, making sure she knew that this was a reward for fighting so well that night. “Nezuko, you did so good, I’m proud of you, everyone was safe.” His tone soft, since that’s the tone he normally spoke with in general. As Nezuko made a small grunt noise, moving her head a bit more into the hand, the wholesome interaction didn’t last very long as the door was slammed open. There stood Inosuke covered in bandages around his stomach, and chest from where he got slashed at. The boar mask on his head, the cold dead blue eyes staring at the pair of siblings, and even over to the left spotting Zenitsu watching Nezuko, probably. ‘What a weirdo.’ Was all the feral boy could think before making his way over to the rest, apparently he needed different treatment due to how deep his wounds were, but nothing too serious. Quickly, he would launch himself to Tanjiro’s bed, and land right on his own chest at the end of it. Is body bends forward, letting his legs hang over his head, it looked rather uncomfortable to say the least. But, not for Inosuke, no, it felt like nothing at all. However, the other’s could not say the same, while the demon girl looked on rather blank as normal, Zenitsu started freaking out from how someone could even bend like that, and worse with wounds. “HOW ARE YOU EVEN DOING THAT!? YOU SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO BEND-YOU MONSTROUS BOAR! EVEN WITH WOUNDS!” He yelled, pointing at the other, as he would find himself tearing up from just emotions alone. That’s when a hand rose, and would be placed on the other’s snout, giving a squeeze as Tanjiro stares down with a worried look over his face. “Inosuke, you shouldn’t do that sorta stuff, you know it’s not good for your wounds. You’re still hurt you know.” That kind, and gentle tone caused a spark in Hashibira, as always. Quickly, he sits up, placing his hands on his thighs as he would find a blow up right away, raising his arms up waving them around. “I’M FINE! I CAN BEND TOTALLY FINE, NOTHING EVEN RIPPED, LOOK SEE!?” He would try to go pat at his stomach, but Tanjiro quickly catches his hand, applying some pressure so he couldn’t move it as much. “Don’t do that! You shouldn’t be messing with your wounds, it does you no good, but cause more pain!” He states yelling back. Zenitsu held his hands up to his ears, not able to understand how they both could be so loud like this, and consider it normal. “OI, OI, YOU GOT A PROBLEM TANKORO!?” “It’s TanJIRO!” Raising his voice a bit, and would catch the boar teens other hand since it was going to the same place, now holding his arms above his head. This was very childish, but what else did he expect from Inosuke? Meanwhile, in the brain said Inosuke, he would become dead silent. Only letting their breathing become the only sound in the room, under the mask, the green orbs stared intensely at the other, almost in thought about what he should do next. However, he grunts a bit from the wounds, and moving around to much and goes limp on the spot. “GAHH!! HE PASSED OUT!?” The blond yells clinging to the blankets under him, Nezuko makes a confused humming noise as she tilted her head to the side watching. All the while, Tanjiro loosens his grip a bit, and his eyes soften. “Don’t tell me...you haven’t slept at all, have you? Since getting back here, you’ve been awake..” He mutters, even though the other two would be able to hear him, that didn’t really matter. Now being focused on the knocked out boy.

“Mmnnh..” For what seemed like hours of being out, Inosuke had begun to stir and wake finally. His body felt horribly heavy at the moment of awakening, not really able to adjust as fast as he normally could have. Though, something was off, that being the boar mask, no longer hiding away his face. The soft black locks, that faded into blue would curl around his oddly soft face. His eyes flutter a bit more, taking a second to take his surroundings. “Ah, you’re finally up, I figured you would eventually.” That kind voice rings into his ears, causing a small surge of energy, he would get up quickly, and hunch over in his spot. A wild look crosses his face as he would stare at Tanjiro who was across the room from him. “Tsk, bastard, you put me here didn’t you!? What kinda plan was this to let my guard down!?” However, he was met with a small chuckle, causing him to choke out a growl and his eye twitches. “What’s so funny?? You really want to fight, eh??” Though, that oddly drained feeling took him over, and would hold onto his head when trying to get up. Even before that, Kamado would move over to Inosuke holding a bowl of water, with fresh bandages. A small smile on his face, though his eyes also held worry in them. “You shouldn’t move so much, here let me-” The wild slayer would make a noise scooting away fast, and would jump onto his feet. Now wearing a yakata, who had time to undress him!? Ghh, he snarls moving to grab the wall, and try climbing that to escape the torment of being patched up. But, that didn’t last long as the back of the yakata was grabbed and tugged back with a strong force that could only belong to a certain male. “Why are you so damn president!? This is stupid, I’m fine-!” “Inosuke, please let me heal you! I promise it won’t take long!” After that, it went into this weird silence, the dark haired teen looks over his shoulder with an unreadable expression for once before puffing his cheeks out huffing.”...Fine! But, just because you being my underling, and being so worried..” Voice trailing off for a pretty good reason, this always felt weird to get this sorta treatment from people, he’s still not used to it. Inosuke was now rested on his knees, and would stare at Tanjiro for a second, he felt no shame when slipping the clothing off of his shoulders, slowly sliding it down his form so the top half would pool around just above his waist. Showing off his upper half completely now, the look he gave was almost grumpy, uninterested. However, the red head was giving a beaming smile over his face, placing the bowl down next to him as a rag was held. “See? This isn’t so bad.” Now reaching his hand out to start wiping at the blood, taking his time gently dabbing at the marks, cleaning off the dried blood, and making sure everything was okay. “Does it hurt still?? I think they put ointment on you before, but I didn’t know if it’s still in effect or if you need more.” Even though the words, and voice came out of Tanjiro’s mouth, Inosuke couldn’t hear anything, finding himself too distracted by the other’s kind features, the red eyes, how they held different colors in them yet managed to keep this fire tone in them. Though, he’d never admit he could feel it, but the kindness and purity could be felt from the male in front of him. Causing his chest to do something weird, to tighten, as his stomach was in small knots. The rag making contact should have stung, but it seems the ointment given did the charm. Not his concern though, because now his mind was cloudy with different, new thoughts. Thinking back when Tanjiro would smile at him, obviously any other time it would piss him off, make him angry. Not this time, it was doing something weird to his body, now causing a small tinge of pink to start dusting over his face. Just thinking about how the other would help him, be kind even though he didn’t deserve it. Inosuke was getting annoyed, it made him angry, more of not understanding what this feeling even meant!! Why did it make him feel all hot, and sick without actually catching a fever. The hand on his shoulder was about all that knocked him out of his weird state of mind. “Huh?” Green eyes met red, as Tanjiro would tilt his head a bit. “You’re getting all flushed, and you smell different. Is everything alright?” Moving himself a bit closer to try to decipher what the smell might actually be, to pinpoint what he was getting. Past the Earthy tone, mixed with spice, there was a hint of sweet thrown into the mix. But, one with a confused{?} lingering, he wondered if something happened while Inosuke was dreaming, before anything else could be asked, a small hand is shoved in his face and shoves Tanjiro back away or was trying to. “STOP GETTING SO CLOSE, YOU’RE NOT THE ONE MEANT TO GET INTO OTHER’S SPACE, CUT IT OUT, YOU CONFUSING BASTARD!!” He yells, looking angry, as the skin was flushed with a darker tone of red now, his eyes widen as he looked shocked by what was going on. “I’m fine! When am I not fine, look at me, I’m so great!” He starts laughing loudly, quickly though, his mouth was covered by Tanjiro’s hands. Placing another finger to his own mouth, causing a shushing motion. “Everyone is asleep..you’ve been out all day, you have to keep your voice down.” And just like that, Inosuke does listen to the other, but prys the hand off as he sticks his tongue out a bit. “Why should I care? But, fine, I’ll do it anyways.” For some odd reason, he listens to Tanjiro a lot when he tells him things, maybe since it wasn’t that bad? Not the problem here, there was a new issue raising now. “Inosuke..your hands..” “Hah? What about them??” Raising a brow, while furrowing them too, seeming confused by the other’s actions. “You got a damn problem with my hands?!” Oof, that was a weird nerve strike for him needless to say. Kamado would blink a few times, before snickering and intertwining their fingers together. “They’re just smaller compared to mine, maybe bigger than Nezuko’s. But, small to mine..” That fade from the other’s voice, he almost seemed breath taken by this little fact, that look on his face read into so many different emotions, he seemed in a stuck state. However, Inosuke wasn’t having it, he groans shaking his head a bit, trying to pull his hand away. Face nearly on fire at this point, unable to hide this now. “L-Let me go!” A stutter, Tanjiro felt a weird twinge to his heart, he would make a small cooing noise as he would squeeze their hands. “Hehe, I don’t know, do you not wanna hold hands, does it make you nervous?” Almost sounding...smug? Ooh, that sparked the other male, stopping his struggles for a huff, an animalistic noise as a reply. “I’m not shy, nEVER IS THE GREAT INOSUKE SHY, I’LL SHOW YOU!” That’s when his other hand came up, grabbing Tanjiro’s other hand, and stares at the already busy ones. Taking him a second to figure out what he was doing, before trying to replicate. It didn’t work the first time, taking another try before locking them just right, there he gives a smug grin, with a sneer as he felt proud of himself. “See!? I told you so! I can totally do this, and it be better than what you do!” Another small laugh passes, however, Tanjiro would just stare, that feeling creeping back over. Watching how the hair bounces nicely around Inosuke’s face as he laughs, the way his lashes would flutter with every blink. Seeing him happy made the slayer feel weird things. A small blush dusts over his cheeks. ‘How cute, has he really always been this adorable?’ Before much longer, the laughing stopped. Hashibira was staring at him for now with a blank expression, realizing that Tanjiro had been staring at him in a weird way. He makes a weird noise pulling his hands back finally, and into his own lap. It felt like steam was coming off his face from this whole interaction. “Ah..I should leave you to heal, hm?” A hand reaches out petting Inosuke, scratching a bit at his head, as a bewildered look crossed his face. “W-What the hell-” “I figured you deserved some pets, as a reward for doing well today, and letting me help with your wounds a bit more.” He said, finally pulling his hand away and moving to stand up. “We should go back to the room where everyone is, yeah? It’s been awhile, they’re probably knocked out.” Inosuke had huffed and grunted getting up, not bothering to fix his yakata as he followed behind him. It was seconds before returning to the main room where Zenitsu was fast asleep, and Nezuko was curled up on Tanjiro’s bed waiting for him to get back. “G’night Inosuke, we’ll be able to recover more tomorrow.” Saying tiredly as he felt a wave of sleep wash over, noting how long he was up waiting for Inosuke to wake up. He would crawl into his own bed, and gently move his sister to the side, and pull her near him. He pets her gently, causing the girl’s body to react, curling against his side and breathing softer than before. Now clinging to Tanjiro’s clothes finally feeling easier at rest with her brother here. The wild teen was watching them for a second, wondering what it was like to have something like that, bluh, what a stupid thought to have. He didn’t want to think about pointless things, he was fine being on his own. HUFF. Inosuke moves to his bed, not wanting a lot of cover over his body as he finally shoved his face into the pillow to get some more rest. Though, it’s hard to focus on sleeping when that damned Tanjiro’s smile was stuck in his head, making this night a little rougher for him. What does this even mean, god damn it.

Author’s Notes:

This is my first time writing a fic for this series, and I’m not very far in yet! I stopped at chapter 34, but, also tried taking note and better look at the characters where they currently are at for myself! Once I manage to fully catch up, they’ll all be written better and more clear for the future, for now I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this short series!

Extra Notes: Posting this here from my Fanfic.net profile, figuring this might be a good promotion for the lil cute series I’m doing there!

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seithrveined · 5 years ago

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Judgement Day

Where was he?

Isola...? No, this is a different island. Much smaller, more condensed-- the scenery was all too different. There wasn’t a place like this on the island he should be on.

Why was he here?

It was like a dream... He arrived here with no warning, no sudden snap of reality shifting around him. He was simply here... But his mind was quickly growing dull.

What was going on?

His movements were slow, staggered... But it wasn’t exhaustion overtaking him, nor an outside force hindering his movements or thought process. Perhaps that was only a half-truth, though...

Why was his Azure Grimoire activated?

“This is...! Why now...?!“

The power that had been kept dormant for over a year was finally breaking whatever seals had been placed on it-- but it wasn’t stopping there. The Azure Grimoire was bypassing all of the restrictions of his own making, the red veins glowing brighter with each passing second. The Reaper was mindlessly walking forward, all of his focus being directed to his right arm. He can hear it so clearly... that damned heartbeat ringing in his ears-- the ringing of a massive, powerful beast.

So far the crowd wasn’t paying him any attention. They were all blissfully unaware of what was happening, none realizing the danger they were in. His breathing steadily grew more intense, his feet threatening to give way any moment now. A few faces of the crowd eventually took notice of his abnormal walking, but weren’t sure if they should even bother him.

”Ghh-- away... go away...!” His warning was hardly more than a weak whisper-- even talking felt like it would distract him too much. A painful vibration shot out from his arm, enough to make him stumble and crash up against the nearest wall. The searing hot pain that crawled across his arm threatened to completely numb out his mind, the corruption of the Grimoire spreading more across his body.

Why now? Why did this have to happen now...?! The pain was too unbearable for him to remain silent now, a pained roar tearing through his throat and making the crowd around him panic. The unknown faces were finally sensing that something was off... but none dared to approach the man screaming his head off in pain, not even to check and see if he was doing alright. But eventually, one figure was bold enough to step forward... and plant his foot right onto the Reaper’s back, knocking him over as a mad cackle followed.

”Ghahaha! Look at the sad little puppy, can’t even handle his own toy!”

He didn’t even need to look and see who that was-- only one name came to mind to match that insufferable voice... Yuuki Terumi. Ragna could only glare daggers over at his nemesis, still on the floor while trying to not break his focus.

”-- Piece of shit...! You bastard...!”

“Oh god, you look so damn pathetic, Rags! You’ve been off your fix for so long, now you can’t even handle the rush! Shit, I wish I had a camera for this!” The hooded figure continued to cackle, stepping closer in order to plant his foot against the other’s right arm, now coated in red and black seithr-- even outside of the coat sleeve. “That just proves how weak you’ve gotten! You can’t protect a damn thing anymore! A weakling like you needs that power... It’s the only reason you even had a chance to go toe-to-toe with a God!”

Bullshit... That was all bullshit! That damn voice, he needed to shut it up...! The heartbeat against his ears, the violent vibrations of his arm, that taunting voice-- it all needed to go away, down into the void of darkness...!

“Too much to handle~? That’s just to be expected of some trash human-- no, less than human! You don’t even qualify as a human, let alone a mutt! That sounds familiar to another piece of trash... don’t ya think?“

In a dark flash, the snake was finally silenced by a powerful fist sending him off-- right into the nearest building. Finally the crowd began to panic, recognizing that their safety was in jeopardy. The Reaper’s arm was glowing more brightly, red lines growing more across his skin.

”S̸h̶u̸t̵ ̷u̵p̴!̵!̷ ̶S̶t̶o̸p̶ ̶t̸a̴l̵k̴i̷n̴g̸,̸ ̶s̶t̶o̸p̸ ̷i̴t̶.̴.̷.̸!̶”

The voice was gone... was he silenced? Would he attack soon? There should have been an attack, yet nothing came... instead, a new voice came in-- a much more... sickly sweet voice, laced with a twisted kind of comfort.

”Ah, Ragna...? You’re finally embracing it, huh~? But you’re doing it without me... That’s not fair!” The Reaper panicked, looking around to spot the 13th Murakumo Unit floating down to greet him. The city’s alarms were starting to go off, but all he could focus on was the danger before him... the danger of her twisted smile.

”But that’s okay, Nu can forgive you... Nu understands, having all that pent up energy, so desperate to release it...! But you know it’s better to have someone join you, right~? Why do it alone when Nu is right here...?”

The heartbeat in his ears wasn’t from his own Grimoire-- this was the Heart, and he was merely the Body. The heartbeat only grew faster now, stronger than before... Yet the Reaper simply cried out again, both hands gripping his head as he tried to drown it all out-- all the unnecessary noise. It all needed to go away... The snake, the heart, the corruption-- all of it! Once again, a quick flash was all it took for him to strike at the new source of anger, darkness blowing out as he tried to make Nu disappear.

But that was someone he swore to save, right...?

At this moment, it didn’t matter. She was a threat-- a threat trying to make him lose his mind... Threats need to be dealt with-- they need to be removed...! His vision was growing darker, but all he cared about was destroying the things that threatened him...

...

How much time had passed now?

His vision had practically become a red haze, his body moving on its own. It was like he had blacked out, his mind going unconscious while his body continued to move. A safety measure to protect his mind from the corruption...?

Whatever the reason may be, his vision was finally coming to-- and all around him was destruction. Buildings collapsing over, the streets themselves cracked and broken from his own power. The air itself trembled from the unnatural aura emanating from him. But that aura began to die down now that Ragna was “awake” again. Now he has to recapture his focus, find out what was going on.

Where was Terumi? Where was Nu? Did he make them disappear? His mind tried hard to recollect what happened-- but soon stopped dead in its tracks once he took a look at the landscape around him.

Bodies. People strung around him like ragdolls.Were they dead? ... No-- No, he can sense it... They’re alive. A few clearly had blood staining their clothes, but they were all alive. Some of them were nameless people caught in his rampage... but even they still drew breath. Yet it was the ones he did recognize that gave him pause.

”Wh-- What did they...?”

Litchi Faye-Ling. Makoto Nanaya. Nine. Trinity Glassfille. Celica Mercury. Tsubaki Yayoi.

Even more familiar faces surrounded him-- even Noel, Naoto and Rachel were there-- all battered and defeated from combat... Combat with him-- against the power of the Black Beast. They were all hurt trying to stop him... a dangerous gambit that should have put their lives at risk-- there was no chance for them to fight against the Beast without the risk of casualties...!

And yet, they all still live-- merely exhausted and beaten, not slaughtered. Somehow, some way... he was able to hold back the immense power, able to retain enough reason to remember that he shouldn’t kill indiscriminately. They were hurt... but they were still alive. Still alive...

If he wants them to stay that way, he needs to remember who he is...! The man who would destroy the world? No... That’s no longer the being he’ll inevitably become.

Ragna. Ragna the Bloodedge. Not a Black Beast... Ragna.

Another pained roar ripped through the air, shaking the ground itself as the dark power around him began to fluctuate. Now more than ever before, he was using all of his willpower to bring his own body back into his control. Over and over, it threatened to overpower him-- this power didn’t want to relinquish control so easily... But the Azure Grimoire wasn’t going to take from him anymore-- it was going to become his power, to use however he sees fit!

The warrior repeatedly began to smash the ground with his bare hands, cracking it even more as he continued his internal struggle. But eventually, swiftly and without warning-- it all stopped. The vibrations, the heartbeat... the seithr around him was finally being pulled back into his arm, the darkness receding back and being set under the restrictions that held it in place. At last, the Reaper broke free from the chains of the Beast.

A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips, his breathing so deep and heavy... Once more he looked around him to see all his fallen comrades, their struggle not in vain. Seeing them all hurt didn’t leave him unaffected-- each one added more pain and guilt to his conscience... Looking over at Tsubaki somehow made the pain all the more worse, oddly enough.

Using up all the energy he had left, the Reaper took slow, pained steps over to the fallen Yayoi warrior, falling onto his knees nearby. A gloved hand finally pushed up against her cheek, once again feeling that life had not left her just yet.

”... I’m sorry... all of you-- sorry...”

Even the simple act of talking felt like a difficult task... especially with the physical pain being combined with the guilt threatening to overcome him. His gaze eventually settled on Nu, another survivor-- one who didn’t even have a chance to unleash her power like she wanted. She was the only one still conscious... albeit with a broken look on her face. The look of one who felt no purpose in life, her single eye devoid of light... His expression only grew more sullen as he witnessed the truth-- the twisted goal she wanted... it was all she had.

Without him realizing it, the island around the Reaper began to fade away-- as if the “dream” was finally coming to a close. Yet all he could focus on was stroking the hair of Tsubaki Yayoi, while his mind offered a silent promise to the fallen Murakumo...

I didn’t save you before... But I’ll try again. Even if you don’t want me to.

The world around him finally fell into darkness, just as the Reaper swore another vow to no one but himself: This won’t happen again. This isn’t what he wants his power to become... No matter what it takes, this power that can take on the Gods themselves won’t turn on him ever again.

If I can’t live up to that promise... Then I really will have to erase myself for good.

#[ Drabble ]#[ Supergiant Challenge ]

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broken-clover · 6 years ago

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Dust Strikers Story Mode 4/4

Part four of the story transcripts for Guilty Gear: Dust Strikers. I apologize for taking so long to submit this last section, I was suffering from a case of my-computer-is-laggy-and-I-can’t-play-Anji-to-save-my-life. I hope you can forgive me.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (Slayer, I-no, Zappa, Bridget, Anji)

Slayer

Slayer: Interesting Bridget: What is it? Excuse me, you don't happen to have a bounty on your head by any chance? Slayer: Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not worth much of anything. But if your skills measure up to me, I might be worth your time. Johnny: Even though he's an old guy, I'm impressed that she wants to take on a guy. It just fascinates me. Anji: You think? I'm interested in guys too. Johnny: What did you say? Anji: Don't get any wrong ideas, now. I'm interested in their powers. Slayer: I agree with that way of thinking. That simplifies matters. Johnny: Wait, I'm not really... Anji: Now you're talking! I'm pumped!

Faust: This is an interesting symptom. I see, it's a cause and effect cycle. Axl: You, I never asked you to check up on me! Even though it's true that I've been through a lot, I've never had any doubts about my body. Faust: Oh, is that right? If there aren't any cures, that may very well be the best treatment. Axl: I'm more concerned about your body. Looks a little mysterious. Faust: Not to worry. It's all functional Slayer: Irregulars with an added spice that changes the world of men. Axl: You talking about us? Slayer: It's because of people like you that makes humans interesting. Even though you're blessed with great powers, it's normal to you. Very typical of how humans behave. Axl: It'll stress you out if you think so deeply. Zappa: Hahahahaha! Slayer: Look. Yet another fellow favored by the goddess of fortune. Axl: I do like women but I'm not sure about the goddess. Slayer: It must be the uncertainty factor that led you into running into me Axl: C'mon, let's just have fun...I thought this was supposed to be a party!

Potemkin: I heard from the president. I've been looking forward to this day to finally exchange shots with you. Slayer: One of the disciples, I gather. You think you can take me? You should beat him before coming to me. You'll pay a high price for this! Chipp: HEY! Hold it right there! You're the dude who founded the guild, aren't you? Slayer: That was quite a long time ago...I no longer have any involvement...but it is true that I am the founder. Chipp: That simplifies matters. I'm gonna destroy you! Jam: Looks like I've gotten myself into a hostile environment. Better get outta here... Slayer: Hmm, looks like you're a ki wielder. I'm interested in your combat style. Would you mind showing me some of it? Jam: I'm no cheap street performer. If you give me some of that spice, I'll think about it. Slayer: I should be able to accommodate you. Jam: That's a promise! Chipp: Quit ignoring me, both of you! You're going down!

Slayer: This is quite an unusual combination. Sol: I'm starting to get tired of your face Testament: Different being. What do you want? Slayer: Nope. Nothing in particular. Just happened to pass by. Testament: Then please go away Dizzy: Oh, you're Mr. Slayer, aren't you? Please excuse Testament's words. He doesn't mean any harm. Slayer: I'm not bothered by it. Don't worry. But this is quite interesting. Sol: So what the hell is your point? Slayer: Those who have veered off the path. I guess the same must be said of me. Testament: What are you insinuating? You better have a good explanation Slayer: My apologies if I offended you. I'm just genuinely interested in your powers Sol: You using us to kill your boredom? I think it's time you hung em up.

Millia: So...we meet again...Zato. Eddie: So you still haven't gotten over him? Millia: Shut up, you damn beast...I'm talking to him, not you! Eddie: What do you want to talk to ME about? Millia: I'm taking you down. I'm sick and tired of looking at your pathetic, bony remains. Venom: Not so fast...! Master Zato is regarded as the crown-jewel of the guild. You'll have to hand him over to me...! Slayer: I've told you the Guild is no more. No raison d'etre and no purpose. Continued existence will only bring further regret and despair. Venom: Oldtimers can keep their mouth shut. The guild no longer belongs to you. Millia: It has nothing to do with me anymore, I don't care what happens to it. I just want to take care of this guy with my very own hands. Eddie: Do you think it will be that easy? What do "I" think?"...Not so easy, "I" say. Venom: I sense you...Master Zato. I am going to free you, Master, from the evil spell of death! Eddie: Ha ha...this is great! Lowly humans who cannot accept death. That's the right evil spirit to have! Slayer: I'm the one who started all of this. I must atone for my past deeds. Fine, let us put an end to it all.

Slayer: Just when I thought it was all over. Gig: Grr... Slayer: Don't want to be adding more trouble. You looking for a dance partner? Gig: Grrrgh! Slayer: Very well then, mademoiselle.

Gig: Grr...grr... Slayer: That was very passionate, wasn't it? I had better get going now... Gig: Ghhh... Slayer: So long! Farewell!

Slayer: Take a look, Sharon. Tonight the moon shines beautifully. The red moon in the dark night sky seems to epitomize the world of man. Those that will shine and stand out amidst this corrupt day and age are those with immortal justice....Don't you think, Sharon?

I-no

I-no: That's an exciting combination. Potemkin: That red outfit and guitar...you must be... I-no: You remember me? That's nice to know. Potemkin: Someone like you go unchecked...lucky for you I'm a little busy now. You pull out and I'll let you go. Zappa: Grrr! I'm gonna curse you! Faust: Looks like this won't need treatment. If we take too much time, the patient is not going to make it. I-no: Look, the beasts are making noise. But I'm afraid I don't understand what they're saying. So loud and annoying. Potemkin: That should be enough! It's time for me to shut you up. Faust: Looks like it is your mind-set that needs treatment. Fine, I shall treat you, then. I-no: Trying to act tough, are we? You damned animals. I'll cut you up and feed the dogs!

Bridget: Something I can help you with? I-no: What a sweetie you are. What do I want? Let's see... May: If you're asking to be hooked up with Johnny, there's no way. I-no: I see, so there's more of you. Hey, I have a fun idea. Bridget: What is it? I've got cool tricks too. I-no: Demons' groaning sounds beautiful. Even more when they're in harmony. Dizzy: Are you trying to hurt everyone? I'm not going to let you do that. I-no: I love all that energy. Come on, play a tune for me. Bridget: I wouldn't underestimate me if I were you. Fall into the hands of the law.

I-no: What do we have here, the desperate bachelorettes council? Baiken: What kind of greeting is that? That's not a very nice thing to say Jam: That's right! You're rude! And what about you? I-no: Oh dear, don't be so uptight. It's just a joke, honey. Or were you offended 'cause I was right on the mark? Millia: You're a joke. Why don't you get outta here. I-no: Oh no. I'm scared. I guess this is how women become as they get older. Baiken: You crazy! I'll cut you up into pieces! Jam: I'm not showing you any mercy either! Millia: If you're not gonna get outta here, we'll have to get rid of you. It's as simple as that. I-no: You're such sweethearts. Very well, I make you cry lots. We'll find out how loud you can cry.

I-no: Hi there. Testament: What the hell do you want? I-no: Don't glare at me like that. You're scaring me. Testament: Get the hell outta here if you don't want anything. Unless of course you want to die. I-no: What do I want? Let's see...I'm here to hunt down all the monsters. I'd like all of you to die. Slayer: Ha, calling us all monsters, huh? You do realize I'm a disparate type? Too caught up in your own powers? Let me give you a lesson on manners. Eddie: Some excellent subject material. I shall test you to see if you are adequate for my body. I-no: Who do you think you're talking to? You can all bathe in your own blood! Testament: I'll show you this monster's power. You can repent your losses in hell!

I-no: You're late. You shouldn't make ladies wait like that. Sol: shut up. What are you wandering around for? Johnny: Hey, what a coincidence. Didn't expect to run into you here....guess yu're busy with a woman Sol: You stay out of it I-no: Ooh, another cute guy Ky: All of you! Freeze right there! I-no: and now a cute boy, too. Ky: Sol..! And Johnny the pirate, and you're..! I-no: I'd stay out of it if I were you. Why don't you just go home to mommy? Sol: That's enough chit chatting. Let's let the fists do the talking! Ky: ...Sol! I-no: The violent guy as always. Sure, why not...I'll cut you all up into pieces! Ky: I guess there's no alternative. Holy Knight combat was initially meant for handling multiple enemies. I'll show you what it's all about!

I-no: I see... Gig: Grr... I-no: So the caterpillar couldn't become a butterfly. Once a piece of junk, always a piece of junk, I guess. Gig: Grrrgh! I-no: Hahaha! What a joke!

Gig: Grr...grr... I-no: How was it? Did you like it? I'm sure you're quite satisfied. Gig: Ghh... I-no: I say that's enough for one day! Time for you to go to hell! Gig: Grr...

That Man:...good. Job well done. You may go now. I-no: Yes, sir! That Man: Well...I'll let you go this time. But refrain from actions that may throw off our plan. Especially if it had to do with him. I-no: But sir! That Man:... I-no: My apologies, sir. That Man: Now there is another good reason...to be killed by him.

Zappa

Zappa: Hey! Miss! Millia:...Yes? Zappa: If it's possible, can you be my wi... Millia:... Zappa: Actually, never mind... Axl: Dude, let me show you how it's done. Hey, you in the beautiful blond hair! Let me buy you a cup of coffee so I can see which glows brighter, your hair or your eyes. Millia:...Um, I'm in a hurry. Ky: You're Millia, the former assassin. If you're not with the guild anymore, leave the rest to the police force. No need to put yourself in danger. Millia: I'll take care of him. It's none of your business. Ky: But no, we have to... Zappa: What's all this talk about? Even the police are here. Maybe I should get outta...NO!...Happiness. Hatred! Hatred! Millia: Why don't I ever have luck with men?

Johnny: Whoa, check out this beautiful lady. How flirty you are. Jam: I'm not into guys like you. Take a hike. Johnny: Playing hard to get, are we? Zappa: Good cook! Good cook! Good cook! Jam: What's that? Zappa: High points as a wife candidate. Ready for engagement. Let me eat you up! Johnny: That's a dangerous pick up line Jam: A ghost? Very unscientific. Eddie: Ha! Your body shall be mine! Jam: You're much more scientific than him. Anyway, you're not my type either. You can all take a hike.

Zappa: Um, excuse me! I'm lost and was wondering if...if, if you wanted to die! Sol: Out of my way. Zappa: Where'd this big burn come from? Help me! I don't wanna die!...Die! You shall die! Dizzy: What's going on? No, Necro! Zappa: Wh, what?! My head's cold...It's blood! No! No! No!...Tear you up into pieces! Slayer:...Just a little nudge. Zappa:...Huh? Why am I going backwards when I'm moving forward? Huh? My head's on the wrong way...

Zappa: Um, excuse me, I was wondering... Baiken: Yeah what? Why are you so fidgety? Act like a man, will you? Zappa: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm looking for a person, Fa- Baiken: Fa...who? Zappa:...Fricken nasty! Baiken: What's going on here? I'm surrounded by freaks. Testament: How rude of you to say that. I've long given up my human name, but by no means am I a freak. Venom: This is a supernatural phenomenon. Quite interesting. I'd like to see more of your powers. Baiken: Man, this is a real drag. I'll blow you all away! Testament: Lowly humans shall die!

Bridget: Wow, what a massive frame you got. Potemkin: Well, I was born big. This fist I use for what I believe in and to engage in art, nothing else. Bridget: So you're an artist. Good for you. Maybe you can draw something for me? Faust: Should be safe if I've come this far. Bridget: Wow, landing using just an umbrella, that's amazing. You from the circus? Faust: No actually, believe it or not I'm a... Zappa: Dr. Faust! (sigh...sigh...) Faust: My goodness, he's caught up already. Bridget: This is remarkable! How do you bend your joints and run like that? You must be a yoga expert. Zappa: Quick, doctor, please do something! Look! I'm bent all over the place! Oh no!!! Faust: Looks like it's begun. I'll have to take drastic measures. Potemkin: Is it fate that I happen to be here? What the heck, I can help out. Bridget:...! What amazing tricks! Now it's my turn! Check this out!

Zappa: Good grief! I'm lost again. Plus it's getting dark. Gig: Grr... Zappa: Huh? Excuse me, is someone there? Gig: Grrrgh! Zappa: Aaaagh! Good time to pass out!

Gig: Grr...grr... Zappa:...I can sense it from you! I sense...a bitter grudge! Very similar...to me...aaaagh! Gig: Ghhh... Zappa:...Huh? What's going on? Why's my whole body so beat up? Gig: Grr... Zappa:...Huh?

Bridget

Bridget: Are you Testament? Testament:...you a bounty hunter? Bridget: You got it. Testament: Aren't you a little too young? What is this world coming to? Bridget: Nothing's going to change if you're so pessimistic all the time. Testament: How come you don't realize you are turning yourself into a machine at the price of countless bloodshed. I must teach you a lesson! Ky: Hold it right there! International Police Force is now... Jam: Ayah!!! Yes! This is my lucky day! Testament: Yet another shameless human looking to land a bounty... Jam: That's not what I'm here for. It's not very often you can hire 3 cute waiters in one day! Bridget: Umm, I'm a bounty hunter. Jam: Quick, let's have a match! I win, and you all have to work for me! I don't mind if it's 3 on 1. Cute guys beating you up is cool too! Testament: I can't deal with this. Let me through. Bridget: Fine, then. We'll do it all in one go! Ky: What? Me too?

Axl: Hey, what's that you're holding? I didn't know you had those toys, even in this day and age. Bridget: This is not a toy! It's a tool of my trade! Axl: Ouch! I'm sorry! What have we here? Playing pool at a place like this? Venom: How dare you insult my combat style. I say you deserve a beating. Axl: Hang on a sec! Something wrong with this era. Every toy's being used as a weapon. So what do people actually play with? Johnny: The best for of entertainment, I'd say is the thrill and romance of playing with fireworks at night. I'm pretty sure that's the consensus. Axl: You know what you're talking about! I'm actually great with fire myself...here we go!

Bridget: Whoah, everybody looks tough Chipp: Hey! what's a kid doing here? Eddie: A child. Attractive in terms of her youthfulness but too immature to become my host Bridget: You're not taking me seriously? Then let me show you my moves Sol:...back off. Don't be wasting my time Eddie: Interesting. I shall keep a record of the battle results for future reference Bridget: Don't be surprised! Here I come! Sol: What am I, a babysitter? I can't deal with this...

Bridget: Whoa! What's this? Gig: Grr... Bridget: Some sort of costume party? That's a great costume. Gig: Grrrgh! Bridget: Wait. Is it real?

Gig: Grr...grr... Bridget: Phew, that was hard work. He's a big guy but that made it easier to get up close. Gig: Ghhh... Bridget: Umm...guess there's no bounty. Okay then, see you later. Gig: Grr...

Bridget: Hmm...starting to run out of travel money...and I'm getting hungry. Hey! That guy! Maybe he's... Bridget:....Umm, excuse me, sir...is there a bounty on your head?

Anji

Anji: You must be Ky Kiske, former leader of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights Ky: Yes, that would be me. And who are you? Anji: Last name is Mito, first name is Anji. I'm just a journeyman Ky: So what can I help you with? Anji: I'd like to challenge you to a match. I wanted to see firsthand the skills of a top-class warrior like yourself. Ky: I can tell from your presence that you're not an ordinary foe. Asian martial arts? Interesting. I accept your challenge. Slayer: In that case, count me in too. Fighting for the sake of fighting. To me fighting is life's best form of entertainment. Don't you think? Potemkin: I myself haven’t had any worthy opponents recently. Sure, I'll take you on. Ky: This is getting interesting. It's been a while for me too. Bring it on!

Anji: You're using that thing as a weapon? 'Assassins' are something, aren't they. Venom:...You should talk! Your combat style is bizarre too! Anji: I don't mean to be conceited, but my moves are second to none. How about a quick match? It may help me to learn new tactics. I'd like to say yes to your offer, but... Anji: I guess it's not going to be 1 on 1. Chipp: That's right. I'm not a nice enough guy to let go of this great chance at revenge! Testament: Sacred treasures? How effective my sorcery will be....please allow me to test it on you.

Anji: So you're Dizzy... Dizzy:...That is correct. What can I do for you? There's no bounty on my head anymore. Anji: Nope, nothing vicious like that. Jam: By the way, I'm the one who got the bounty. Thanks to the money, I've been able to open up my own restaurant Bridget: Hey, I wanted that bounty too. First come first serve, I guess. Life isn't always fair. Anji: I wanted to know where 'That Man' is. Do you know something? Dizzy: I'm sorry, I don't know much. Anji: All right, then. I guess I'll try somewhere else. Bridget: Is there a bounty on his head? Then I wanna know, too! Jam: I wanna know, too! Good chance to expand my restaurant! Anji: Hey, you guys are missing the point.

Anji: You know Sol, don't you? I-no: You meet a woman for the first time and that's the first thing you ask me? I want to know more about you. Anji: My apologies. Last name is Mito, first name is Anji. I'm just a journeyman. I-no: thanks for the introduction. And what can I help you with? Anji: I've been wanting to meet 'That Man.' I-no: Really. You won't live long, dear. Eddie: That's not necessarily the case. As long as you become a part of my body! Ha! Anji: Two on one? This is a tough situation. Faust: Looks like you're having trouble. I can assist you to the best of my humble ability. I-no. Thanks for showing up to your own funeral, doc! Faust: No matter who, my mission is to save lives. Let us apply some drastic remedies, shall we?

Anji: Finally found you. Sol:...It's you again. Anji: Let me ask you straight out. Do you have any idea where 'he' is? Sol: So what if I know? Anji: Can you tell me where he is? Of course I'm willing to work for it. You and I have a bout, and if I win, you tell me. Sounds fair? Baiken: Wait! Let me in on the festivities Sol: Sorry, not interested. You guys enjoy each other's company Anji: Even Justice feared my powers...Still not interested? Sol:...! Baiken: Shut your trap! You're starting to get on my nerves. I'll kick all of your butts right now! Axl: Whoa!...Damn it...is this a bad time? Baiken: Eavesdropping, are we? I'm not impressed! Axl: I just wanted to ask chief something Sol: And even you. Why does everyone want to stick their noses in other people's business! Axl: No worries, chief! Just a quick bout, no hard feelings! Sol: I'm not responsible for what happens.

Anji: Well, well... Gig: Grr... Anji: I'd like to see if my calculations...were correct or not, but... Gig: Grrgh! Anji: He's probably not willing to talk.

Gig: Grr...grr... Anji: Man, I thought I was gonna die! My victory, nevertheless! Gig: Grr...

Anji: If Gear wasn't created as a weapon...then what was the creator thinking...actually, no point think about it. Anji: Won't know until I meet him anyway. So...I wonder where he is now...

#guilty gear #Guilty Gear Dust Strikers #resources #dialogue #Slayer #I-no #Zappa #Bridget #Anji Mito

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aroseandapen · 7 years ago

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{Simple and Clean}

Trying out a 30 day OTP OT3 Challenge with any combination of the saioumota boys.

Day 4: On a date - saioumota

AO3

(Took a small break the other day, but we’re back at it with some anxiety about going out and changing things up last minute.)

Shuichi sat on the edge of the couch, jiggling his leg as he played with the buttons on his shirt. Somehow, even with all his meandering and slowness at pulling his clothes on and combing his hair, he’d still managed to be done before either of his boyfriends. Kaito he understood. The amount of gel that doubtless went into styling his hair couldn’t be a quick application. Maybe. He’d never actually used gel before, knowing that nothing would convince that one bit of his hair to lay flat.

Speaking of... He smoothed his hand over the top of his head. The ahoge bent beneath its weight, only to spring back up the moment it passed by. He sighed.

He didn’t know if he could do this...

Tapping his fingers against his thigh, Shuichi looked around the room restlessly for something to occupy his chattering mind. Nothing could distract him from his thoughts, though, especially not his faint reflection in the blank television screen. He looked awkward, and his ahoge out of place. People would stare, he knew it, and they’d think about what a weirdo he was when he strolled into some restaurant way too fancy for someone like him.

Or was he overdressed? Now staring at the reflection, he plucked at his collar and the buttons. Maybe he should unbutton one more? Would that look tacky or casual? Shuichi had no clue, maybe he should ask Kaito, but then he would probably say that he was just being silly.

Anxiety swirled in his chest, making him vaguely sick. He didn’t want to go out. He’d make a fool of himself, no doubt. Ghh...

“Aw man, Kaito’s not done yet?” Kokichi’s light-hearted whine brought Shuichi out of his thoughts. He glanced over to the other boy, with his hands tucked behind his head and a pout on his face. “I even took longer hoping he would be dooone by now, too.”

Shuichi gave him a once-over, at the clothes Kokichi had chosen. His shirt had a fake pocket on it, but he didn’t seem dressed any more or less than Shuichi was. He wished that Kaito had given him more details about how they should dress. Maybe this was still wrong. It helped that both he and Kokichi were similarly dressed, but even so...

“Hey Shuichi, are you checking me out?” Once again, Kokochi distracted him, a smile curling his lips. “Maybe you should save it for after the date, or we’re never going to get anywhere at all.”

“H-huh?” Shuichi’s face grew hot and he looked away quickly. That hadn’t been what he’d been thinking at all, but now the image had implanted itself in his mind. Great, perfect, just what he needed with the anxious whirl of thoughts already tumbling through it.

“Although... we could probably mess around and still be done before Kaito finishes getting ready.”

“Kokichi!”

“Not really though! I’m just messing with you. I spent alllll this time getting all ready and cute for you two, I don’t want to mess it up.” Kokichi grinned, and came to sit beside Shuichi on the couch, leaning into his side. “Annyyyyyway, you got ready really fast, Shuichi. As expected! You’re already good looking all the time, so you’re ready for a date way faster than us!”

“Geez...” Messing with him and then acting so sweet in the very next breath, Kokichi gave Shuichi whiplash sometimes. At least it helped distract him somewhat, but he still nervously drummed his fingers against his leg.

Some of the mirth faded from Kokichi’s expression. He tilted his head, gazing up at him thoughtfully. “Hey, Shuichi, are you alright?”

Shuichi nodded, taking a moment to steady his thoughts before he said, “Yeah, I’m just...” He shrugged. How could he explain that he was having second thoughts about going out? After Kokichi and Kaito were already spending so much time and effort on getting ready. “...it’s nothing, I’m just anxious to be going, you know?”

He gave Kokichi a smile that he knew was unconvincing. Kokichi blinked.

“You know we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to. I’m sure Kaito would understand,” he said.

Ah. Straight to the point. Shuichi averted his eyes.

“No no,” Shuichi said, not looking at him. “I do want to go! I’m just restless right now so... don’t worry about it, alright?”

He looked back at Kokichi, still leaning against his side, and gave what he hoped to be a reassuring smile. Kokichi’s face didn’t shift an inch, regarding him in silence. Dread settled into his stomach. There was no way Shuichi convinced him, and he could see it in that blank expression of his.

Neither of them said anything, until the silence was broken by Kaito emerging, tugging at his collar. “Alright, finally ready--you guys ready to go?”

Before Shuichi could respond, Kokichi flung himself across his lap, throwing an arm across his face. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to go out toniiiight!”

The sudden shift in behavior had Shuichi dumbfounded. He said nothing, staring down at the boy in his lap.

“What? Seriously?” Kaito said, furrowing his brows. Shuichi chanced a shy glance up, afraid to see anger there after all his anxiety over ruining the night. He looked more confused than upset, Kaito’s gaze Kokichi, who seemed genuinely distressed at the thought of going out when Shuichi knew the truth was far from it. “Why, what’s up?”

“I decided I’d rather stay in tonight! Going out sounds so boring right now.” Kokichi pulled his hand away from his face to pout up at Kaito.

Shuichi watched as the emotions flickered across Kaito’s expression--confusion, concern--before it finally settling on resignation. He rubbed the back of his head, before coming to join them on the couch. Kokichi scrambled to move out of the way as Kaito plopped himself right at Shuichi’s other side, nearly sitting on Kokichi’s head while he was still draped over Shuichi’s lap.

“Well I sort of wished you told me before I got ready but... if either of you don’t feel up to going, then there’s not really any point in going out, is there? It wouldn’t be much of a date if I forced ya,” Kaito said, and threw an arm around Shuichi’s shoulders. “Are you cool with it, Shuichi?”

He tried not to let the relief show in his face. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Let’s watch a movie and eat ice cream!” Kokichi chimed out, settling against Shuichi’s side again.

“We have to actually eat something for dinner first,” Kaito said.

“Yeah! Like ice cream!”

As the two bickered over what they’d be eating or not eating for their new house-date, Shuichi felt a grateful smile tugging at his lips, sandwiched in the warmth between both of his boyfriends. In retrospect, worrying about anything with these two by his side seemed silly.

“Hey we should take our clothes off!”

Shuichi and Kaito both sputtered at the innocent way Kokichi piped up with those words.

“So we can change into something more comfortable, of course. Geez, get your filthy minds out of the gutter.”

Of course that was what he meant.

#saioumota #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #drabble #30 day challenge #Not super into this one today but I'll get back into the swing of it soon

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unassumingvenusaur · 8 years ago

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Chrom & Lon'qu C-S Support + post-chapter 11 dialogue

This took me so long whoops, anyway I hope this is good! I ran it by a friend who has also played Awakening to make sure the supports were alright in length. Feel free to make whatever changes you need to, and I hope you feel better UV! Enjoy some ChromLonk. LonChrom. Cronk.

Chrom and Lon’qu Gay Awakening Support Logs

-C Support-

Lon’qu: …

Chrom: *enters* Ah, Lon’qu! Have you just finished training?

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom. Yes, I have.

Chrom: Oh, good! I realize we haven’t had much opportunity to speak since you joined us.

Lon’qu: …and?

Chrom: Well, everyone in the Shepherds is like family to me, and I feel as if I’m able to lead them better if I know them as people as well as I know them as soldiers.

Lon’qu: No thank you.

Chrom: But I—

Lon’qu: Lord Chrom, I am not a Shepherd. I’m merely being loaned to your cause by Khan Basillio. There is no benefit to you “getting to know me”.

Chrom: But that’s—!

Lon’qu: Now if you will excuse me, I need to clean my weapon.

*Lon’qu leaves*

Chrom: …I knew he wasn’t much for conversation, but…this may be more difficult than I thought.

-B Support-

Chrom: Ah, Lon’qu! I was hoping I would run into you.

Lon’qu: Do you need something, Lord Chrom?

Chrom: Yes. About the other day, when you said there was no benefit in me getting to know you.

You’re wrong.

Lon’qu: Excuse me?

Chrom: Trust and morale are key to fighting as a group. And even if you won’t be here forever, as long as you are, you’re a Shepherd.

I’m not asking for you to trust me with your life’s story – I hear some of the others have been bothering you with that enough as it is - I just want you to see me as an ally.

Lon’qu: An…ally.

……..

I will take it into consideration.

Chrom: Thank you, Lon’qu. If at any time any of the questions I ask you become too personal or sensitive to you, just let me know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Lon’qu: That’s…a relief. Alright, I shall answer your questions.

Chrom: Great! If you don’t mind starting right away, what foods do you like? I’m helping with food duty tonight and thought we should give you a proper Welcome-to-the-Shepherds meal.

Lon’qu: Foods I like…I am quite fond of potatoes, especially when I get to peel them. I find the repetitive motion calming.

Chrom: Ah, I feel the same way about practicing vertical slashes with the Falchion. If you want, you can help me with the potato-peeling tonight. There’s plenty to go through!

Lon’qu: Sounds nice. Thank you, Lord Chrom.

-A Support-

Lon’qu: HRAAAH!

*clanging noise*

Chrom: Oof! Nice lunge! GRAAAAH!

*block noise*

Lon’qu: Ghh – and an excellent counter.

Chrom: I think that’s enough training for the time being. I appreciate you agreeing to show me Feroxi sword fighting methods.

Lon’qu: Considering you demonstrated your nation’s sword techniques in return, it was a fair exchange.

Chrom: By the way, other members of the army say that while you’re still fairly aloof, you’ve loosened up a bit. Have you finally settled in with us Shepherds, if only for a short while?

Lon’qu: …you know, perhaps I have. I admit, I’m quite surprised by it.

Back in Regna Ferox under Khan Basillio, I kept to myself and engaged in as little conversation as possible.

However, our regular chats have become less about duty and more like…something I have not had since I was a child.

Chrom: …a friend?

Lon’qu: If I may be so bold…yes, a friend. It’s been a long time since I had one. I…lost my last close companion to a group of bandits. Her name was Ke’ri…we were only children then, but her parents blamed me for her death…and so did I.

…I can hardly believe I’m even telling you this.

Chrom: Lon’qu…thank you for trusting me, and I’m so sorry about your friend. I’m glad that I’ve made you feel comfortable enough to talk like this. Remember, now that you’ve been one of us this long, the Shepherds welcome you with open arms anytime.

Lon’qu: Good to know. Thank you, Lord Chrom.

Chrom: Anything for a friend.

-Awww yeah S Support-

Lon’qu: HAAAAAH!

*crit noise*

Chrom: Whoa! Lon’qu, you just completely destroyed that training mannequin in one blow!

Lon’qu: Wh–! Oh, L-Lord Chrom. You…startled me.

Chrom: Apologies, it was not my intention to – wait, are all these broken training dummies…your doing?

Lon’qu: …I’ve been training for a while now.

Chrom: This has to be nearly all the training dummies we had!

Lon’qu: …a long while.

Chrom: Lon’qu, is…everything alright? You’ve been acting awful skittish as of late.

Lon’qu: There is nothing wrong. My apologies, but I have to clean up all of this mess that I…accidentally wrought.

Chrom: Lon’qu, wait! Why are you avoiding me like this? And don’t think I haven’t realized that it’s me more than anyone else. It’s as if you’ve reverted back to before we began talking, but…different somehow.

Lon’qu: ……..

Chrom: Did I…do something? Say something? …Do you wish for me to leave you alone?

Lon’qu: No! N-No, I…I received a message from Khan Basillio recently.

Chrom: O-Oh! What did the, uh, West Khan have to say? Nothing bad, I hope.

Lon’qu: …he said you sent him a letter. And that you mentioned me.

…a lot.

Chrom: *gulp*

Lon’qu: …is everything alright with YOU, Lord Chrom?

Your face is…a concerning shade of red.

Chrom: L-Lon’qu, I, um…(Breathe, Chrom. Deeeep breaths.) I…did send a letter to the Khan. About you.

Lon’qu: …are my services no longer required?

Chrom: What?! No, that’s not it at all! It’s the opposite! I…I asked him if it was alright for me to offer you a permanent position among the Shepherds. And…for his blessing.

Lon’qu: His blessing? Why would a Prince need the blessing of a Khan?

Chrom: I did not ask for it as Prince of Ylisse…but as a man in love.

Lon’qu: A man in…oh.

Chrom: Lon’qu, when I first reached out to you it was because I worried about you fighting alone. The more we spoke, the more I learned about you, the more drawn to you I became. I was so happy when you told me you saw me as a friend, but…I began to see you as more.

I fell in love with you, selfish as it may be.

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom…

Chrom: If you do not feel the same, I understand. I just hope that you can still see me as your friend.

Lon’qu: Lord Chro—

Chrom: A-And I do hope that you will still consider remaining a Shepherd—

Lon’qu: Chrom.

Chrom: Wha – oh! You’re, uh, standing…very close.

Lon’qu: …I don’t know how to kiss you.

Chrom: Wh–! L-Lon’qu?

Lon’qu: Suddenly being tossed into the Shepherds was uncomfortable for me, and I purposely distanced myself from everyone, but you made sure I felt welcome and safe. You never crossed my barriers unless I lowered them willingly.

…I love you as well. I wish to stay with you, if you will have me.

Chrom: You…you do? I…I’m so glad! I was seriously worried for a second, there. Oh, here, I wanted to give you this.

Lon’qu: A ring? With the Ylissean royal crest…

Chrom: It was made when I was born, for me to give to whomever I chose to spend my life with. That person is you, Lon’qu.

Lon’qu: Thank you, Chrom. I will cherish it.

Chrom: …so, about that kiss…

-Special Chapter 11 marriage convo ayyyyyoooo-

Lon’qu: Where is he…ah! Chro—ahem, Lord Chrom!

Chrom: Were you looking for me, Lon’qu?

Lon’qu: I lost sight of you at the very end of the battle. I…wanted to ensure you were alright, considering…

…everything.

Chrom: Thank you, Lon’qu. Apologies if I made you worried. I just…needed some air. Some time. To process…well, everything.

I thought I’d be celebrating the moment the Mad King was felled. That I would stand among the Shepherds and say some sort of speech on the victory. Instead, I’m standing here, suddenly numb and lost and overwhelmed all at once…

Lon’qu: If you need more time alone, I can leave—

Chrom: No! No, I…I don’t want to be alone. Would you mind staying with me while I calm myself?

Lon’qu: Not at all. Let me know if I can help.

Chrom: I just keep wondering what’s supposed to happen now. Do we just…go back to Ylisse? Try to just go back to our regular lives like nothing happened?

…without…Emm?

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom, I do not know what it is like to lose an older sister.

But I do know what it is like to lose someone important to me. The pain is…unbearable. You half expect the whole world to stop because they are gone. But life goes on, whether you are ready or not.

Chrom: Life goes on…that’s right. What will you do, now that Gangrel has been defeated?

Lon’qu: I suppose I will be returned to Khan Basillio. He loaned my service to you for the purpose of the war, and now that it is over, so is the service.

Chrom: I see…don’t suppose I could change your mind?

Lon’qu: You wish for me to stay?

Chrom: Lon’qu, you have proven an excellent addition to the Shepherds. However, I…have a more selfish reason for not wanting you to leave.

I…I believe I love you.

Lon’qu: You…you…what?

Chrom: I saw the wall you had built around yourself, and at first my attempts to reach out to you were for the purpose of making you feel welcomed by the Shepherds, but…the more that wall fell, the more I was amazed by the man hidden behind it.

Yes, there’s no doubt. I love you, Lon’qu. The choice is yours, but…would you possibly consider staying by my side? Perhaps…marrying me?

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom…no, I suppose I should simply refer to you as Chrom, shouldn’t I?

You are the first person I have opened my heart to in a long time. I trust you to have my back in battle, and my heart off it.

What I mean to say, Chrom…is that I reciprocate your feelings. And would be honored to remain with you for as long as I am able.

Chrom: Really? I’m so glad…with how shy you can be I was worried I’d scare you off asking your hand in marriage. Speaking of which, I should probably give you this. It’s a ring with the seal of the Exalted family, made at the time of my birth for whomever I chose to spend my life with.

Now then, we should probably get back to the others before Frederick the Wary starts a search party to look for us. Plus I have to let Khan Basillio know you’ll be staying in Ylisse.

Lon’qu: Yes, I suppose we—oh gods. Basillio.

I will never survive his teasing.

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