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glossywife · 4 years ago

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After He Lost Everything [E] | Kaede Manyuda

Word Count: 3300+

Rating: Explicit (vaginal sex, photo taking)

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 last July 2020. Like or reblog if you liked it! Requests open!

Summary: After Kaede lost everything, he thought he'd lose you too. However, you prove him wrong and he repays you in a different way.

01 ; 02 (soon)

You sat on your fiancé's lap, your arms around his neck while his hand rested on your exposed thigh because of the shortness of your uniform.

Kaede's hair had turned white after he gambled with Yumeko Jabami, a girl whose name has been mentioned here and there since she came. You've never met her though, mainly because you've also just gotten back from a vacation from Paris—a trip you asked Kaede to come with you but obliged because of his student council responsibilities. Sometimes, the council irked you because it took too much of Kaede's time, but you thought it was hot anyway that he led the students.

The stares of Kaede's classmates were nothing to you by now as some watched both of you lose appropriate space for each other in the classroom during lunch break. You were immune to it. Besides, the stares were only from new students who didn't know who you were and found your actions with Kaede rather inappropriate. You'll never admit it, but sometimes, you like it when they stare. It makes you push yourself more to Kaede, testing how much they can watch. The older students knew to mind their own business. Otherwise, you'd challenge them to a gamble. All of which resulted in their loss and ended up being a house pet, your house pet.

"What are you thinking?" you whispered into his ear seductively while you led his hand up your skirt. It was for this reason you didn't bother wearing like some of the other girls.

Kaede shook his head, obviously out of himself, "Aren't you ashamed?"

You stopped with your advances and paused for a short moment, "Of what?"

"Of me. I lost a gamble, and I even became a house pet. Thanks to you I was able to pay off the debt."

There was an obvious defeat in Kaede's face that you weren't used to seeing. You had always seen Kaede in his usual confident stance. His moves were always calculated that he wasn't afraid of anything. And you loved that about him. But today was different. No. It was since you returned and was surprised to see how his hair changed while he welcomed you back from the airport. He looked shaken, lost, and forlorn that not even a quickie in the airport bathroom did so much to uplift his spirits.

A mischievous smile escaped your lips, "Don't worry," you traced his clothed chest, "You can pay me back with something else. Come to my house later?"

You meant to tease him, but when his eyes met yours, you found that it actually made him a little more nervous. He sighed, "Does your father know? What if he breaks off our engagement?"

The smile washed off from your lips. This time, you felt his sadness. Kaede really lost himself.

"Babe," you said firmly while you caressed his cheek. "No one's going to break off our engagement, okay? Don't worry."

At first, you never meant to go along with your father's wish to be engaged with someone you didn't know. You only planned to come along and pretend you were going to obey. But once you saw who it was, and how you were turned on from how he brought himself up—confident, calculating, smart, and mesmerizing. Your plans changed and you agreed to become his bride. Besides, the sex was good.

You never asked, but you had a feeling that Kaede had planned the same too until both of you had feelings for each other.

Kaede, finally, smiled though it was a weak one. He looked relieved by your answer. For once, he was thankful that you didn't leave his side after he had lost everything.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes.

You groaned in his lap, pouting. Kaede chuckled at you. From his peripheral, Kaede caught a glimpse of Ryuunosuke, who was looking at the both of you silently.

Kaede noted that Ryuunosuke had been trying to get your attention. He guessed that Ryuunosuke was probably going to try to hit on you after he fell rock bottom. Unfortunately for Ryuunosuke, you didn't leave him. And so, Ryuunosuke had nothing else to do but to watch you as you sat on Kaede's lap shamelessly in the classroom with all the other students. How he wished it was him.

There was an inexplicable emotion building inside Kaede. It annoyed him how someone looked at his girl far too long. To think that the guy even liked her. To Kaede, only he is allowed to look at her like that, like stripping her off of her clothes. And he thought of an idea.

You were about to stand up from Kaede's lap to go back to your respective classroom, but it shocked you when he held you down, stopping you. And it shocked you more when he kissed you, shamelessly and aggressively, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

Though you were used to being inappropriate with Kaede, Kaede never once initiated anything other than a quick kiss on the lips in public. At the back of your mind, you questioned whether you should be doing this, but it turned you on more than it should.

You closed your eyes and reciprocated his wet kisses.

Kaede took a guilty peek. He was greeted by your closed eyes, then he looked over at Ryuunosuke, who quickly averted his gaze when it met Kaede's, with red ears.

During the ride to your house, you almost couldn't take your hands off of Kaede. You just wanted to suck his dick. Be sorry after what had happened to him. Be his cum dump and turn all his frustrations to you.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked and you couldn't push back your smile as he laced his fingers on yours.

Kaede's eyes were straight on the road. He placed a peck on your hand that held his while the other was on the steering wheel.

"Nothing," there was a ghost smile on his lips.

You didn't like how he had been acting sad lately. But it reminded you how Kaede seemed to be more laid back after he lost. What you didn't know was it's because of you, how you didn't leave, or judge him. And thankfully, how you had paid off his debts before anyone even touched him as a house pet.

You watched him silently with a grin and your heart melted. It was all you could ever ask for.

Then your phone beeped, signaling a message. You turned to your pocket to get it, not removing your hand on Kaede's.

With one hand, you typed in your passcode, revealing your wallpaper of your trip with Kaede to Times Square. The memory brought a smile to your face.

In the picture, Kaede had his arms wrapped around you with a grin that reached his eyes under his glasses, making it look chinky. He wore a green parka over a black turtleneck and denim pants. On the other hand, you held Kaede's hands around you with the same smile, wearing a spaghetti-strapped blue plaid dress. The two of you looked so radiant among the busy, dull crowd from behind.

You noted how Kaede hated the crowd. He even made remarks here and there. But when you spontaneously asked a native to snap a photo of you with your boyfriend, it didn't seem to translate into the picture because he looked so happy. Besides, it was one of the rare moments you were able to force Kaede on a trip with you because of his role in the council. Kaede was the prime example of always working, always doing something. Sometimes, you hated it really.

Nearly everyone would define Kaede as someone who only smiled when something goes his way, but with you, it was different. It was genuine. That made you smile.

Unknown Number :

Hi, (Y/N). I got your number from Runa. I was wondering if you could meet me tomorrow after school? This is Ryuunosuke btw.

The message made your eyebrows furrow, ' Who's Ryuunosuke?'

"Who is it?" Kaede gave you a short glance before he quickly turned his attention on the road again.

You shrugged, "I don't know."

Without replying, you put your phone back in your pocket, then placed a quick peck on Kaede's hand on yours.

Only the sound of your make out session with Kaede filled your big room, while you both lay on your soft, white sheets.

Kaede's blazer had been discarded and his tie was loose, while you were only in your shirt skirt and your blouse's first buttons were opened, showing your cleavage.

You looked so sexy on top Kaede as you led the kiss. His hands continuously traveled to your exposed thighs and then rested on your ass. Slowly, his fingers reached for your panties, feeling the wetness of the material, making you moan against his mouth. Kaede grinned at that.

You broke the kiss, sitting on top of Kaede's dick, feeling his hardness while you slowly rubbed yourself on him. You bit your lip to tease him as you threw your head back and closed your eyes.

Though sex wasn't new to the both of you, Kaede couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty and your gorgeous body. He reached for his phone on the bed, snapping a photo of you. The sound made you open your eyes.

"Should I pose for you, babe?"

Kaede's erection grew harder. He was thrilled to have another set of photos in his unending collection of your lewd photos both you sent and he took. Kaede's had a lot of photos of you but never in your uniform. Thinking of having your photo in the uniform excited him.

You positioned yourself in the bed on all fours, your ass facing the end, and turning your upper body a little to the side so that your head would still be seen. You arched your ass up and your back was a reversed 'C.'

Kaede snapped a photo, then he went near you to lift your skirt, showing your white lace panties and quickly rubbing your pussy before he backed away to snap another photo. Kaede smiled when he checked it to see you sticking your tongue out in a lewd manner.

"Is that good enough for you?" you asked while you slowly crawled his way.

"Hmm," Kaede reached for the buttons of your blows before tearing it apart, showing your breasts covered with matching lace brassiere.

Once you were on the bed, kneeling before him, he caressed your face and stuck his thumb in your mouth. You gladly sucked on it, never breaking your stare into his eyes even as he took another photo of you in the position.

Kaede made you pose more, each one being so embarrassing but it made you feel wetter. You were happy you were of good service to him while you were on all fours and had your face on the bed and your ass high up. While he took photos, you wondered when he's going to fuck you.

Finally, he let you sit on his lap, feeling his bulge against your thin cloth. He caressed your breast with one hand while the other caressed your thigh.

"You know why I like our uniform on you?" he breathed into your neck. "Because the shortness of the skirt makes me peek at your thighs," he pressed your thigh hard it left red marks.

"But sometimes it annoys me that some boys can see it too," he continued. "But whenever you go push yourself to me at school, it fades away because they know who's fucking you at the end of the day."

His dirty talks turned you on.

"You know I'm yours," you whispered.

"I know," he only put your panties to the side and inserted one finger, slowly and gently. "I'm the only one who gets to do this to this pussy."

"It's so wet. You're welcoming all of me," he inserted another finger.

The sensation made you bite your lip and your hand reached for Kaede's nape from behind you while you had your back on him.

You moaned in pleasure, "When are you going to fuck me?"

Kaede hissed, his hand found your tits and squeezed it harshly, making you yelp.

"You're fucking nasty," he whispered against your ear while he took out your breasts and played with your erect nipples.

Kaede tore your blouse, the buttons flying off, then yanking it completely away. You were only left with your brassiere that no longer covered your tits and skirt.

He pushed you to the center of the bed. You watched him as he removed his belt, the sight turned you on. He was finally going to fuck you.

You remember the first time Kaede first took your innocence. You lost to him in a gamble and he wished you to sit on his lap, which you did and ended up in a steamy make out session and losing your virginity. From then on, when Kaede gambles, you would tag along with him when you're bored and sit on his lap, feeling his erection while he gambled with a sinister expression on his face as he crushed his opponent. Afterward, you'd suck him off in the restroom. Though he looked so respectable and composed, he couldn't take his hands off you.

Once Kaede removed his pants, leaving him with only his unbuttoned shirt, and putting on a condom from your bedside, he joined you in the bed, positioning his erection on your wet pussy.

He only pulled your panties to the side and thrust. It was slow and gentle. Though you wanted to be fucked hard because of how much you missed him, you couldn't deny that you also loved how you felt the sensation more while he did it slowly.

Your tits softly bounced in his thrusts. Kaede's one hand rested on the bed for support while the other fondled your breast.

"Fuck, you're tight..." he grunted. ”No matter how much I fuck you. Ah..."

Kaede's hand from your breast found its way to your mouth, pulling your tongue. You stuck your tongue out like what he wanted. He watched you, legs wide open, tongue and tits out, while he fucked you. You looked like a slut to him, and you loved that.

Soon enough, Kaede groaned. He closed his eyes and quickly removed his dick from your pussy right after you came. He removed the condom and positioned his dick between your tits, asking for a boob job.

"I'm close, fuck..."

You gave him a boob job, every thrust meeting your mouth until he stuck his dick in your mouth and cum erupting in your mouth.

He watched as you opened your mouth to reveal the thickness of his cum. Then, you swallowed it all. Kaede looked pleased.

Kaede lied beside you and pulled the comforter to both your bodies, then pulled you closer.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you smiled.

When you awoke, you noticed that Kaede was no longer beside you. Instead, you found him sitting on his side of the bed with your phone in his hand. He now wore a grey shirt and black boxers, which he got from his small side of your walk-in closet. Kaede would often sleepover and both of you agreed that he would keep some clothes in your house and vice versa. He was silent as he scrolled through your phone.

"Babe?" you called.

Kaede shot you a glance and showed you the messages on your phone like what you received earlier, "Since when are you receiving messages like this?"

You sat down on the bed while you hold the comforter to your body, "I'm not sure."

"It's when I fell from my position."

There was that same sadness in his voice again, the one you wanted to wipe off. You moved to his side and gave him a hug. "Don't think about it."

His eyebrows furrowed, "How can I not think about it? What if they take you from me, (Y/N)?"

"No one's taking me away. I'm all yours no matter what. Besides, we still have our investments, right? I checked."

When you and Kaede took your relationship seriously, both of you made joint investments. It was only a backup plan and one of the future sources of funds when the two of you decided to settle down.

"Hn," he touched your hands around his waist. "I won't touch it. It's ours. Not mine alone."

You smiled at his answer and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you."

Your fingers brushed his white hair, "I think I'm liking the hair. Can you keep it?"

Kaede looked at you, a little embarrassed and relieved at the same time, "Should I? It's kind of embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing! I like it actually," you kissed his forehead.

Kaede smiled, his palm found your bareback, stroking it. "Your skin is so soft."

"I keep it that way for my boyfriend," you smirked smugly.

"Fiancé, you mean," he corrected to which you laughed.

"Fiancé."

Soon enough, he started kissing you again, slowly lying you back down on the bed.

"Do you think you can fuck me like the usual? I miss you going rough on me," you asked when he broke away.

Kaede's expression changed to a menacing one, his eyes darkened and he suddenly choked you, "You want this?"

You stuck your tongue out in pleasure, "Yes!" you loved how he took advantage of you.

"Open your legs wide."

You obediently opened your legs wide, shamelessly flaunting your pink pussy lips to your fiancé. Kaede fingered you, inserting three fingers, making you moan. You feel the wetness of your pussy drip to your thigh until you felt his tongue on your vagina, licking and sucking. You pulled on his hair as you moaned. While he ate you, you massaged your tits.

The second time you came, Kaede slapped your ass to signal you to go on all fours. Once you did, he spanked your ass, you felt the skin jiggle at the contact. You shook your ass more, making sure to have your vagina in his sight too.

He positioned himself from behind you, his erection poking your opening. Once he inserted himself inside you, you gasped and quickly turned to look at him. You watched as he paid nonchalantly to your shocked expression while he had his mouth half-open as he thrust.

"You didn't put on a condom!"

Kaede opened his eyes and held your naked waist, feeling the warmth of his bare hands, "Shh."

"I'm not on the pill!" you hissed.

For so long, you've been asking Kaede to drop the condom and turn to pills, but he didn't want to because it doesn't exactly assure safety.

"That's a problem for tomorrow," he kissed your lips to shut you up.

"Besides, we still have our investments, right? Ahh.." he pulled on your (H/C) locks. "We can build a family anytime."

You grunted both in pain and in pleasure as he thrust inside you while he pulled on your hair. He put his weight on your back as he moved his hands on your breasts, massaging it. You felt him placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

Soon enough, his thrusts started to be more fast and rough. Both of you grunted in the sensation.

"I'm cumming!" he declared. "I'm cumming inside!"

You didn't have the energy to argue anymore. You remained on the bed, tired, and biting on your lip while he pleasured himself with your body.

Then you felt his thick and hot juices filling your womb, making you moan. You felt his cum dripping down on your thighs.

"Is that enough to get you pregnant?"

NEXT & FINAL CHAPTER: Kaede challenges Ryuunosuke to a gamble without your knowing until Kaede instructs you to watch them. Surprisingly, Kaede introduces a deal that if Kaede loses, he will breakup with you. On the other hand, Kaede conditions Ryuunosuke to watch Kaede take you - fulfilling your longtime dream of having someone else watch - if he wins.

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chouetteffraie · 6 years ago

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campanula heart [dazakuatsu]

A gift for my wife, who provides for me in the driest, most trying of times uwu

I’m sorry it’s so late!! I am an entire mess and I don’t know why I am like this but! I got it done uwu

“Campanula[s] [bellflowers] represent...gratitude, humility, attractiveness and everlasting love.”

"I respectfully request that you leave this relationship.”

“What?” Atsushi wasn’t certain he had heard Akutagawa correctly. However, the dagger-like scowl Akutagawa gave him as he leaned against the fridge confirmed that, whatever was said, it was not intended to be friendly. The only thing preventing Atsushi from standing still in shock and confusion was the plastic bag digging in to his fingers, weighed down by the groceries he had just been sent to get. He set them on the table before asking for clarification again.

“I think it’d be best if you left this relationship,” Akutagawa repeated, expression as blank as usual.

Atsushi didn’t understand. He had thought that, at this point in their time together, he and Akutagawa had reached a sort of agreement. Over the months of trying to navigate this relationship, dealing with Dazai’s antics and, more recently, living under the same roof as each other, Atsushi was beginning to think that Akutagawa really was becoming an ally. Being greeted by an order to leave was not what he expected.

Akutagawa’s refusal to elaborate was bringing out a defensive streak in Atsushi. “Why would I do that?” He returned, starting to put away the groceries.

“You aren’t appreciating Dazai enough. I refuse to stand by and let my boyfriend-”

“Our boyfriend,” Atsushi interrupted, already having tuned out to most of Akutagawa’s monologue. He could see Akutagawa glare at him from the corner of his eye before turning up his nose to him in an act of haughtiness.

“-be taken for granted on a daily basis,” Akutagawa finished. “So, rationally, you must leave.”

Atsushi all but scoffed, fiddling with the can in his hands and trying not to sass Akutagawa out of the house. He certainly could, and part of him was convinced he should, but he knew that having a pouting Akutagawa and exasperated Dazai wouldn’t be a pleasant predicament to be in. “What makes you think I don’t appreciate Dazai?”

“Well, half the time you’re with him, all you do is scold him and tell him what to do! He doesn’t need someone harping on him constantly!”

“I scold him because he’s trying to end his life all the time! Maybe if I had a little backup, I wouldn’t have to be on his case all the time!”

“What good would that do? Neither of you ever listen to me!” Akutagawa snaps, crossing his arms. When Atsushi pulls back with an expression of shock, Akutagawa tilted his head so he could look down his nose at Atsushi in faux arrogance. After a beat of silence, Akutagawa added quietly, “None of us are very good at sharing our affection. One of us is bound to leave, and I don’t want it to be me.”

Any display of vulnerability coming from the Akutagawa Ryunosuke was a rare sight indeed. Even for Atsushi, who spent a large portion of his free time with the man, hearing a confession of such genuine emotion was enough to make him stop in his tracks. It was hard to be mad at Akutagawa, especially considering how hard he’s worked to ‘earn his keep’ in the relationship.

He was the black sheep, in a way, what with working in the mafia away from Dazai and Atsushi. He was the one who was put down by both of them when he first met Atsushi, told he was less than Dazai’s new student and beaten by Dazai before that. Atsushi was embarrassed to find he hadn’t exactly stopped looking down on Akutagawa. Old habits died hard, and Atsushi’s tendency to view Akutagawa as a criminal over the troubled man Dazai talked so highly of behind his back hadn’t ebbed over time. If anything, he was the one who wasn’t putting enough effort into the relationship, not Akutagawa. The shame rose up to color his face pink, all the way to the tip of his ears.

With a sigh, Atsushi put the can on the table. “How about you help me with dinner?” Atsushi asked. “I think we have enough to make him something really nice. And we can eat it all together. It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

Akutagawa’s glance out of the corner of his eye only sent a message of a single word: doubtful. Atsushi added, “You can be in charge of dessert. I’ll help you if you need it, but you can take all the credit.”

There was a moment of silence before Akutagawa finally caved. “I don’t think I’ll need your help,” he snapped, but the slight twitch at the corner of his lips told Atsushi his bite was in jest.

Mostly.

A thin tendril of Rashomon snuck back to Akutagawa’s coat as he coughed in his hand, both to ease the tickle in his chest and hide his nerves. Atsushi gave him a grateful look for preventing the plates on the counter from crashing down and readjusted the pile while Akutagawa fiddled with the table settings. He usually wasn’t the one to do something so domestic for anyone but his sister- normally, a dinner date that was his responsibility was held at a posh restaurant he could pay off for their silence on his identity. He had no experience setting up a nice meal at home- any chance he got to cook was normally quick and thoughtless before he tried to get some sleep. Now, though, he wasn't sure what to think. Would Dazai like it? Did everything look alright? He hated this uncertainty gnawing at his stomach.

Atsushi leaned over the table and placed a lot in the middle, bumping Akutagawa with his shoulder as he tugged the pot holders off his hands. "Hey. I wouldn't worry about it. Dazai will eat anything if you ask him to."

"What makes you say that?"

"You think he'd keep either of us around if he didn't have a soft spot for us?" Atsushi asks. "I can't say I haven't been jealous of how highly he regards you."

Akutagawa nodded, silent. There were a million things he could've said: He thinks of you the same way, or I understand that feeling, or maybe even perhaps we should get over this rivalry, a real relationship with you doesn't sound too bad. He knows that Atsushi understands, at least somewhat.

The front door slams shut and an exuberant shout filled the apartment. "My, my, it smells delicious in here! Has Atsushi made me dinner?" Dazai asks. When he peers in the kitchen, though, he lets out a delighted gasp. "And Akutagawa? Did I forget my own birthday?"

"We told you you were the only one who worked today," Atsushi chided, sliding over to make room for Dazai as he slung an arm over both him and Akutagawa.

"Well, it looks amazing," Dazai complimented. "Thank you, Atsushi," he tilted his head to plant a kiss on the his forehead before turning his attention to the other man beside him. "Ryuu~" he added, granting him a kiss with a teasingly devious smile spread across his features. Nobody misses the uncharacteristic bashful tint coloring his cheeks pink as he looked away, practically boring a hole into the table with his gaze.

"Yeah. Thank you, Ryuunosuke," Atsushi addressed. The color on Akutagawa's pale skin deepened.

"It was nothing," he mumbled, before he said indignantly, "What're you laughing at, Dazai?"

The chest he was leaning on had been bouncing with laughter, eventually spasming so violently the two men had to pull away. Dazai doubled over in laughter, hand clutching his chest as if it hurt. That was the thing, though: he felt no pain, only a fullness that made him want to cry, laugh and vomit at the same time. It seemed that laughter was the least concerning option for him to take.

"Are you okay?" Atsushi finally asked, helping guide Dazai to straighten out. Through deep heaves trying to catch his breath, Dazai nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just...lets eat before dinner gets cold, yeah?"

The three of them, together, getting along. It was a surprising sight for anybody who may have caught a glimpse, even for the three involved. But Dazai could only feel grateful for his companions, noting their smiles at him and each other.

It was nothing, Akutagawa had said. He didn't know how wrong he was.

To Dazai, at least, this was everything.

#did this turn into mostly shin soukoku? kinda #i tried and i hope you like it aldkf #dazakuatsu #dazai x atsushi x akutagawa #my stuff #my stuff dazakuatsu #dazai #akutagawa #atsushi #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryunoske #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #my stuff bsd

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arukit · 6 years ago

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idolish7 - Part 3 Chapter 15.2 Translation

Chapter 15.2 - A song linked to memories

Tenn: Good evening! We’re TRIGGER! Audience: Kyaaaa…. Tenn: I’m glad we can finally meet again. We’ll be singing with all of our might just for you! Audience: Kyaaaa…. Audience: ….Tenn-kun…! Gaku-san! Ryuunosuke-san! I love you!

Salaryman 1: Whoa, what’s going on with those girls over there? Salaryman 2: Maybe they’re spectators of that live house? Ah… TRIGGER is playing. Salaryman 1: So it’s TRIGGER! It seems like they’re still popular. I haven’t been seeing them on TV lately, but I’ve been watching Yaotome Gaku’s drama series.

Security guard: If this many people gathered here, it may bother the residents of the neighborhood and the other people as well… If you don’t take measures, this could get troublesome. Anesagi: I apologize for the trouble we have caused you…

Gaku: Thank you for coming to see us! Ryuunosuke: It’s incredible. The audience is so close that I can see everyone’s faces! Audience: Kyaaaa….

Anesagi: Eh?! We’ll be prohibited from performing here? Live staff: We’re thankful for the full house but… with just today, we really can’t meet the logistic requirements for TRIGGER’s lives. Live staff: Even the police came several times to give warnings… You’re better off at a place with a much bigger capacity! I’m wishing you luck! Anesagi: …

Mister Shimooka: That was IDOLiSH7’s “Sakura Message”! Riku: Thank you very much! Audience: Kyaaaa….

Woman 1: Apparently Riku-kun’s favorite food is omurice! Woman 2: So cute! Hey, did you see this month’s magazine? When he tried making carbonara, he ended up boiling soumen noodles! Woman 1: He was the one who said he ate together with Iori-kun, right? I want to see that! I wish they had a camera at their dorm! Woman 2: ZOOL has gotten popular but somehow, they look scary so I couldn’t really get into them. Fufu… Riku is so nice! Woman 1: He makes you want to cheer for him!

Iori: After MEZZO”, Nanase-san also received a radio work offer… Iori: Seeing how he cannot talk by himself, it’d be better if he teamed up with someone else. Tsumugi: The recording session will be done during the day but the show will be on air late at night. For this reason, I was thinking of someone outside you and Tamaki-san. Tsumugi: Since Mitsuki-san is a regular on several shows, fitting his schedule will be difficult. That’s why I thought Nagi-san would be the best choice. Iori: …Can those two really organize a show together? Tsumugi: It’ll differ from MEZZO”’s soothing mood and I think it could become a fantastic show like no other before!

Riku: Good evening! This is IDOLiSH7’s Nanase Riku with… Nagi: Hello~! This is Rokuya Nagi! Riku: Here is our first postcard! The topic is “Methods to fall asleep when feeling sleepy”! Nagi: Methods to fall asleep? Let’s see. In my case… Riku: Hold on, I got it wrong! It’s “Methods to stay awake when feeling sleepy”! Nagi: I lay down on my bed. See you next week! Riku: Don’t end it already!! That won’t do! We want methods to keep our eyes open! Nagi: You’re the one who mixed it up, Riku. OH… The postcard is so intricately decorated with colorful pen and yet you still read it wrong. Riku: Hey now… It was my bad. I’m sorry. Nagi: What else could the lady do even more for you to read correctly? Riku: She could whisper softly into my ear. Nagi: Nice idea! Let’s implement that. Very well, with your postcard in hand, dress up nicely and come to the broadcast sta-- Riku: Don’t say that! Don’t come, alright? Please keep sending in your postcards! Nagi: Akin to a whisper in our ear, please decorate your postcards intricately, as intricately as you can. Riku: Alright, for our next postcard… Nagi: OH! Oh my god… Riku: Hey now, don’t get so carried away on the radio! Ahaha! You’re infecting me. What’s up? Nagi: We didn’t even spend a single minute to discuss the previous topic! Riku: Ahaha! That’s true! That won’t do. Come on, methods to stay awake! Nagi: At this point, I’m already wide awake.

Sougo: Continuing, let me introduce the next song. This song “Melody Blue” was released in 1982 by “Baby Beer”. Sougo: It’s a hardcore masterpiece. The bass line is heart wrenching, along with the penetrating vocals and the mixing that-- Tamaki: What’s hardcore? Rock? Sougo: It’s indeed rock. The most extreme type of rock. Tamaki: Earlier you talked about al…. al… Sougo: Alternative. Tamaki: That, didn’t you say it was rock too? Sougo: It’s indeed rock. Tamaki: What exactly is rock? Is it something like humans? Sougo: Humans? Tamaki: Like if rock was like humans, then hardcore could be the Americans and Alternative could be the Japanese or something like that. Sougo: Ooh, I suppose that is one way to see it. It… does feel that way. Everybody could be like rock. TamakI: What’s with that category? Sou-chan, you normally go into details so wasn’t that too broad of an answer? Sougo: It’s actually more convoluted than that and personal tastes also come into account, so it’ll differ from one record shops to another. Tamaki: What about hip-hop? Sougo: I believe that its roots come from jazz but there are thinking schools who say it comes from rock, so who knows? Hip-hop is quite divided. Tamaki: Is it okay for rock to be such a broad category? Next time, can I compare salt, pepper and soy sauce to rock all I want? Sougo: Not a chance. Those are seasonings. Tamaki: Don’t mess with me! It’s unfair that only rock gets to do it!

Riku: Haa… I’m so tired… Mitsuki: Are you alright, Riku? Riku: Yeah. My body is in good shape. It’s just that my exhaustion finally set in when I returned to the dorm and saw everyone’s faces. Yamato: Same here. I’ve been feeling really worn out. Sougo: Once things settle down, it’d be fun if we could all go on a trip somewhere. Tamaki: I want to go! Fall is probably impossible, then what about winter? How about going to Nagicchi’s country to see the aurora? Nagi: OH! The cold in Northmare during midwinter is extremely harsh. The nights are long and the sun only rises for short hours. Tamaki: Why? Is that place still on Earth? Nagi: Iori, you’ve slacked off on teaching Tamaki geography, haven’t you? Iori: Why did the blame have to fall on me? Riku: How did the people of Northmare from the ancient times manage to live in such a cold place? Nagi: Northmare’s ancestors were Vikings. During summertime, they invaded the neighboring lands and pillaged the food and treasures. Nagi: During winter, they secluded themselves on a safe territory and awaited the arrival of minstrels. Mitsuki: Minstrels? Nagi: They are wandering singers who told tales through songs. During the ancient times in Northmare and the neighboring countries, tales were told through songs. Riku: Tales through songs… Nagi: They would typically be from the Codex Regius written in Old Norse or the Poetic Edda. Nagi: Riku, since you’re an avid reader, in Völuspá… Perhaps you might be familiar with the seeress’ prophecy. Nagi: It is a poem of a myth that tells from the creation of the world to the deaths of the gods. Would you know about it? Riku: Ah! You must mean Ragnarök! I see, it’s from Norse mythology after all! Nagi: Yes! Mitsuki: Then, during winter, the wanderers who sang the poems of myths were anticipated by everyone? Nagi: That is correct. When the rays of light cannot reach them and the world is buried in white, the people took joy in the songs and tales. Nagi: And that is no different from this era. Nagi: Even without needing to be cornered by blizzards, we still have sleepless nights when the heart is lost in a well of darkness where light can no longer reach. Riku: I can understand… When that happens, Tenn-nii would sing for me. The songs had all sorts of stories associated with them. Riku: There were the songs’ own stories and then there were the stories of the memories I had with Tenn-nii. Mitsuki: I wonder if it’s the same with our fans. Just how many stories do our songs have with all the people who listened to us? Mitsuki: Every time they listen to our songs, they’d recall the events of the previous day or something like that. It’d be great if we could connect to them this way. Yamato: So songs are stories, huh… That must be why everyone holds TRIGGER dear. Momo-san holds Re:vale dear just as well. Yamato: If we could no longer listen to a song that we associated to ourselves, the pain would feel like losing a part of ourselves. Sougo: However, we will relive that feeling each and every time we hear it. Even the feelings that we forgot will resurface… Iori: Happiness and sadness are two sides of the same coin… I can say this now but for some time, I didn’t have it in me to listen to “miss you…”. Nagi: OH! For me, it was when TRIGGER sang “Natsu ☆shiyouze!” It felt akin to drinking a bitter cup of coffee. Yamato: When I hear “NO DOUBT”, it reminds me of the time I was so overwhelmed that I caused a huge ruckus. It was so uncool, I should have learned to relax my shoulders. Mitsuki: When we did a unit song with TRIGGER, we only kept good memories from that one, didn’t we! Those guys were so cool and we had a lot of fun. Riku: When I was made IDOLiSH7’s center in “MONSTER GENERATiON”, I was so happy… Riku: It felt like I was finally acknowledged but then a lot happened and I lost my confidence… Riku: But when I sang “RESTART POiNTER”, I felt like I did grow up a little. I felt like I could finally forgive myself. Riku: I love the members and the fans after all. I remember not to ever hesitate whenever I sing or listen to that song. Iori: Nanase-san… Riku: There was something that Tenn-nii told me a while ago. He said that even if the world was to stop spinning, it was our job to keep on singing. Riku: When I first heard that, I thought that it was so sad that it had to be so harsh, so unforgiving and so difficult. Riku: But I understand what he meant now. If our songs were associated to a good memory to someone or brought a happy story to someone, then… Riku: Each time we sang, someone would be reliving their story. We can make them relive that feeling of joy and happiness. Riku: Like a shooting star flying across a starless sky. Riku: We can become stars or even a rainbow.

To be continued.

#Idolish7

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Playing DGS, Case 2, Investigation 2, Part 1

We discover that our favorite detective is also life’s punching bag, cry a little, and take another crack at that cabin.

Susato: Stroganov is watching us like a hawk now. I don’t think we’ll be able to finish investigating that cabin any time soon.

Ryuunosuke: Hey, where did Homes go?

Me: Don’t tell me he ran off again! I’m never going to show him my badge at this rate.

***

Stroganov: If I have to throw you out of this cabin again, you go straight into the ocean!

Ryuunosuke: I’ll make sure to remember that.

Me: Don’t get caught next time. Got it.

***

Ryuunosuke: I guess we should head back to our room and see if Detective Hosonaga has found anything new.

Susato: It’s Asougi’s room, not yours. The only part that’s yours is the wardrobe.

Me: Technically, that’s not mine either…

***

Susato: I wonder if Detective Hosonaga is still alive.

Me: Um…why wouldn’t he be? Barring potential assassins.

Susato: He said he would risk his life to get you permission to investigate if he had to, remember?

Me: Oh. Good point. I hope he didn’t mean that literally…

***

Sailor: Where have you been?!

Ryuunosuke: I was investigating!

Sailor: And who gave you permission to do that?!

Ryuunosuke: It was Hosonaga!

Sailor: The new guy? I’ll throw him in the freezer for that!

Me: Well, now we’re the ones responsible for endangering Hosonaga’s life. Good job.

Ryuunosuke: I’m going to buy him a beefsteak to thank him if I ever make it back to Japan.

Me: I think we owe him a lot more than a beefsteak at this point.

***

Susato: Asougi’s final message points directly to you as the culprit.

Susato: Though it does seem strange that he would write it in Russian.

Me: Unfortunately, that doesn’t narrow it down. It feels like everyone on this ship is Russian, except for us.

***

Me: Oh, there you are, Hosonaga—what happened to your face?!

Hosonaga: Oh, don’t worry. It’s just a few bruises. The crew wasn’t very happy that I gave you permission to investigate. Nothing to worry about!

Me: Your lack of self-preservation is starting to worry me…

38) Note to self: do not get on the crew’s bad side if at all possible

a. (pretty sure it’s already too late for that)

***

Hosonaga: A man calling himself “THE Sherlock Holmes” brought me up to speed on your investigation so far.

Me: Yes, I’m familiar with him. How on earth does he get around so fast?

***

Hosonaga: Can you believe Nikomina Borschevich is in the cabin next door?

Ryuunosuke: You know who she is?

Hosonaga: Any true ballet lover knows who she is!

Me: Uh, I think he’s asking how you know that it’s her, since she came aboard in disguise.

39) Pretty sure we have Holmes’s blabbermouth to thank for this

***

Hosonaga: It seems obvious that Nikomina’s cabin has nothing to do with this.

Me: But we still haven’t figured out that speckled band in the air duct.

Hosonaga: There’s no way someone like Nikomina could be involved in this mess!

Me: dagnabbit Hosonaga have you forgotten Jezail Brett already I thought you were on my side

Addendum to 39) Thank you, Holmes, for making my life harder

***

Hosonaga: We’re mostly trying to preserve the crime scene until we reach the next port. But I do have one new piece of information.

Me: Well, let’s hear it!

Hosonaga: The doctor finished examining Asougi’s body and wrote up a postmortem.

Susato: It says he died of a broken neck.

Me: Um. At…at least he didn’t suffer, I guess?

40) More to the point, if his neck was broken he definitely didn’t have the time or ability to write anything down

a. Much less in Russian b. So much for my snakebite theory

***

Hosonaga: The doctor couldn’t find any evidence of poison, either.

Me: Oh, you do remember Jezail Brett.

Ryuunosuke: Then what was the murder weapon?

Hosonaga: It’s impossible to tell. My best guess is that there was a blunt object involved.

Susato: If someone hit him on the back of the neck, it could have killed him without leaving a mark.

Me: Kids, can we lighten it up a little?

***

Hosonaga: I made a copy of the postmortem for you. Here.

Ryuunosuke: Is this okay?

Hosonaga: It’ll be fine.

Me: Thanks. Don’t get into any more trouble because of me, okay?

Hosonaga: I believe you are innocent. Otherwise, I never would have let you out of this cabin.

Ryuunosuke: Good point.

Me: Please stop before I cry.

***

Susato: So, Holmes was here?

Hosonaga: Yes, he crawled around on the floor for a little bit. Then he ran off again.

Me: Typical.

Hosonaga: He also yelled something about shoe polish.

Ryuunosuke: I wonder what he meant by that.

41) Holmes is now attempting to track down the killer via their shoes

a. I do not see this ending well b. We need to find him before he gets in trouble

***

Susato: Come to think of it, Asougi was wearing a pair of boots that match this odd smear on the floor.

Me: So I guess we have a good idea of where he was standing when the killer hit him…

Ryuunosuke: How do we know it’s actually shoe polish, though?

Susato: Sherlock Holmes himself said so!

Ryuunosuke: That’s not a good reason…

Me: He has a point.

***

Hosonaga: My head has been hurting all morning.

Ryuunosuke: Odd, I’ve been dealing with the same problem.

42) I don’t think it was just our chicken that was drugged.

***

Me: Well, there doesn’t seem to be much else we can do in here. Back to the hallway!

Susato: It looks like Mr. Stroganov left at some point.

Ryuunosuke: Who?

Susato: The sailor who threatened to throw you into the ocean!

Me: What are we waiting for? Let’s investigate Nikomina’s cabin while we have the chance!

***

Someone: *humming loudly*

Me: Is that Holmes or Nikomina?

Someone: The greatest detective of all…

Me: Definitely Holmes.

***

*inside Nikomina’s cabin*

Ryuunosuke: It doesn’t look like Nikomina’s done talking to the captain yet. Hey, Susato… Where’d she go?

Susato: *going through the now-filled wardrobe*

Ryuunosuke: Hey! You can’t do that!

Me: Do you want to be thrown into the ocean?

Susato: There’s no time to waste! I’m sure you don’t want to still be a murder suspect when we reach the next port, after all.

Ryuunosuke: …okay.

43) Say what you will about Ryuunosuke, but he’s enough of a gentleman to feel bad about going through someone else’s things while they’re not there

a. I think Susato believes we’re innocent now

***

Susato: Are you still here?

Ryuunosuke: Why wouldn’t I be?

Susato: I was afraid that if I didn’t keep an eye on you, you’d go sit in the wardrobe again.

Me: I think we’ve spent way too much time in that wardrobe already

Ryuunosuke: Do I look like the kind of person who gets a kick out of sitting in wardrobes?

#nf plays DGS #dai gyakuten saiban #DGS spoilers #I didn't think Hosonaga would be LITERALLY risking his life when he let us investigate #I legitimately teared up when he said he believed in us #bless this man #Ryuunosuke may not understand the spirit of Ace Attorney but I applaud his morals #chrono

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