#Ichi demands and I shall give

[seraphimankh]

You've given us Fiyero and Boq singing "Loathing."

Now I propose Fiyero singing "Popular" to Boq with the promise of making him the most swankified man at Shiz

(Just not quite as swankified as Fiyero)

This has been your daily cursed post brought to you by yours truly.

Ask and ye shall receive

Also: swankified Boq

[neetmatsuimagines]

Could I get some headcanons for the boys winning their SO a giant plush toy at a carnival....only to realize that they inadvertently caused their life to become the "ah yes, me, my So and their gigantic plush *insert animal here* that I won for them at the fair that one time" meme? Like, They love it so much it has to sleep with them EVERY night, robbing them of precious snuggles. And they can't get rid of it because SO would be so upset. (Bonus points. What animal did they win for them?)

Osomatsu:

When he saw the way you was reacting to the stuffed red panda, he smiled. He couldn’t help but find it cute with the way you was reacting to the stuff animals cuteness. “Osomatsu, can you please try to win it for me?” You would ask as you ran up to your boyfriend, clinging onto his arm lightly, resting your cheek in his arm and looking up at him with a soft pleading look.

He would sigh and nod softly. Leading to you cheering and jumping around gleefully.

After a few attempts and enough encouragement from you, he won you the plush, and when he handed it to you and smiled happily.

“Thank you Osomatsu!” You said as you soon kissed is cheek. He would instantly blush and look away, scratching at said cheek softly.

“N-no problem babe.”

~~~

He soon slightly regretted winning you the stuffed animal as he noticed it was in bed with the two of you from there on out. He rolled over in bed and looked up at the ceiling, watching the lights from passing cars light up the room.

“Osomatsu?” You asked as you rolled to face him, leaning up on your elbow.

“Ah (y/n), sorry if I woke you, you can go back to bed if you want.” He whispered out and you shook your head. Moving over to him and curling up on his side. “I know what this is about.” You said and he held his breath.

“Just so you know I don’t always plan to cuddle with it all the time you know. I just really love it...it’s something you got for me so I really want to keep it close to me.” You said and he breathed in, forgetting he was holding his breath.

“Man you really do know me huh honey?” He said and he laughed quietly.

“Well your my husband after all Osomatsu.” You said and he sighed out, letting his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey since we are both up do you want to-“

“No...”

“Ah man...”

“...maybe tomorrow”

“Really! Haha lucky!”

Karamatsu:

“Ah so I see my Angel has gained an interest in a specific prize? Ah and it’s a wolf nonetheless!”

He would look at the plush wolf and soon chuckle softly. “If my sweet dear wishes this to be her prize than so be it!”

He would try for the next 10 minutes until it was yours, your smile being the true prize for him.

“I’m so happy that my Karamatsu honey is enjoying the prize I won, is there any other thing you wish for me to-” he was soon cut off by you kissing him softly on the lips.

His face grew redder by each second as he puttered out unbearable words.

But he would chuckle to try to regain composure. “Let’s go home my sweet, I think we had enough fun here for today.”

~~~

For the next few days he begun to give the wolf the stink eye when you wasn’t around, for he grew unbelievably jealous of the prize he won you. He didn’t like being jealous, but seeing you cling onto it in your sleep instead of him was unbearable. So reluctantly he hid it one night, but for one night only, just so he can be able to hold onto you again.

Only to be soon found out when you found the hiding spot of it the morning after. “Karamatsu if you wanted to cuddle with me all you had to do was ask.”

“Hmmm my sweet darling knows me so well, but if you insist, we shall cuddle more in are deep loving embrace of slumber.”

Choromatsu:

Your hand held in his as you pointed out the frog on a lillypad hanging as a prize at one of the stands. He frowned at it lightly wondering what was so enticing about a frog. But seeing your eyes light up made his heart beat race. He sighed out softly and walked up to the stand to win you the prize.

He soon bashfully looked away as he listened to you jump around with glee as you pressed your face affectionately into the plush. “Thank you Choromatsu!” You said as you grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes.

He stuttered out a you’re welcome as you two soon went to ride a ride. His hold on your hand slightly tightening onto yours as the two of you walked.

~~~

He growled at the frog as it sat in the middle of your shared bed. It’s innocent eyes boring into his. He soon scoffed and walked away, attempting to ignore the stuffed animals looks.

Why was you cuddling with it and not him? Sure he liked having some space to sleep, but he enjoyed knowing you was close to him while he slept. He soon saw you cooking breakfast in the kitchen, your hips swaying softly to the Nyaa-Chan music playing. He sighed and walked up to you.

“I want to make some rules with the stuffed animal!” He demanded and you looked up and him, softly humming that you got his attention. “I-I want there to be nights where you don’t cuddle with that frog but you cuddle with me instead!” He said loudly and huffed. You smiled softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “What ever you say dear.” And you soon went back to the breakfast not seeing the red hue spreading into your husbands cheeks.

Ichimatsu:

He looked up at the stuffed cat as it hanged from the rack, it’s large brown eyes becoming enticing. He looked over at you and saw you was looking at the same thing as him. He turned back to the stand and walked up to the stand. He won the game pretty quickly and was somehow able to manage to get the prize you both was looking at.

He came over to you and held it out, looking away bashfully. You quickly grab onto it and cuddle with it.

“How did you know I wanted this? I didn’t even say anything?”

He hummed softly, kicking a pebble on the ground. “I just know.” He said and soon walked up closer to you. “I want you to know that uh...I may want to cuddle it too...if that’s...ok with you.” He said and you smiled and ruffled his hair softly. “I had a feeling you would say something like that Ichi.”

He hummed softly and looked into your eyes. Smiling softly. Only for him to grab your hand and pull you along with him.

~~~

The two of you was rather attached to the stuffed cat you two soon named Coffee, but after a few nights of you having the stuffed cat to yourself he reacted harshly. He ended up sighing loudly and turning away from you.

“If you want to cuddle that cat so bad you can! You seem so keen on cuddling it instead of me anyways!” He would soon storm off and leave you feeling confused and slightly hurt.

You soon heard him come back home in the dead of night as he got dressed for bed and crawled into it. You turned to face him and saw his eyes was on you.

“Ichi...I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. If you want to cuddle more you can just ask, I’m ok with it. I just don’t do it a lot because I don’t want to seem to pushy on you and your personal space...” you said and his eyes slightly widened. A small blush soon appearing on his cheeks at your statement.

“Tch... I wish you told me that sooner.” He said as he would soon move closer and pull you into him, his chin resting on your head.

“I’d ranther much prefer to cuddle with you over Coffee any day.” You said as you softly fell asleep to the sounds of his breathing.

Jyushimatsu:

He would be giggling frantically as you encouraged him on to win the prized stuffed golden retriever. The game was a strength tester which you was sure Jyushimatsu was going to win. And sure enough he did, he managed to ring the bell so hard it broke it! The man running the stall shakily handed over the prize to Jyushimatsu as he never saw anyone do that in his entire life. “I did it (y/n) I did it! Hahaha!” He soon pushed the plush into your arms and giggled happily.

“Thank you Jyushi I love it.” You said and he bashfully rubbed the back of his head. “Anything for you (y/n)-Chan!” He than proceeded to grab your hand in his, suprisingly rolling his sleeves up in he process, and running around the festivel with you. Laughing out loudly and happily. Yours soon following soon after his.

~~~

He looked at the stuffed dog with a suspicious look as it lay on the bed. His eyes cat like and his sleeve covered hand over his mouth as he was lost in thought.

‘Is it controlling (y/n)?’

‘Is it making (y/n) cuddle it now and not me!?’

‘Why does she give it more attention!’

These was a few thoughts that went through his head as he soon was skipping his foot of the ground, deeper into his thoughts than he knew. He soon jumped and he felt your hand on his shoulder.

“Ah! (Y/n)-Chan!” He shouted and looked at you nervously, hoping you didn’t read his thoughts.” But little did he know you figured he was upset about the stuffed dog.

“Are you upset that I’m cuddling Ramen?” You asked and he looked to the side. “Ramen?” He asked and you hummed going over to pick the stuffed dog up. “I named him Ramen!” You said and laughed.

His eyes soon widened, “ah you can read minds?!” He asked and you shook your head. “No I just figured that’s what was upsetting you sweetie.” You said as you walked over to him, cupping his cheeks. “Haha, you could always read me so well (y/n)-Chan.” He said and you nodded. “If you want I can have on an off days when I cuddle him and cuddle you instead...deal?” You asked and he thought for a minute. “Can you hug it once a month and me for the rest?” He asked and you laughed. “No...but maybe, just depends on who I want to cudddle.” You said and he laughed too. “Well I guess we can both agree with what we said than?” He asked and you nodded. “Yes Jyushi I guess we can.”

Todomatsu:

He saw the way you was looking at the light pink rabbit and he giggled. “Neh neh (y/n)-Chan do you want me to win the stuffed bunny for you?” He asked as he pointed at the plush. You nodded eagerly. “Please Totty, it’s so cute!” You said and he giggled. “If you want it that bad I guess I have no other choice.” He said as he walked up to the stand and started the game.

You hugged onto the plush as soon as he handed it to you. “Thank you Todomatsu!” You said happily and he giggled. “Anything for my sweet (y/n)-Chan.” He said with a small wink.

~~~

He looked at the plush with a pout and picked it up, turning it over to get a better look at it. “What’s so enticing about this thing anyway.” He pouted and soon layed it back down onto the bed.

“It’s cute for starters” came your voice and he quickly turned to see you standing in the door way. “Ah (y/n)-Chan when did you get there?” He asked and laughed bashfully, his hand rubbing the back of his head.

“I had to get some clothes to wash and I saw you in here...are you alright?” You asked and he nodded quickly.

“Of course I’m ok, I always am!” He said winking at you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“And your not jealous of the rabbit are you?”

“No way!”

“Are you sure?”

“...”

“Todomatsu if you want to cuddle me more, you don’t have to ask.” You said as your wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He tensed.

“Ah...I don’t?” He asked slowly, his cutesy voice gone.

You hummed. “You never have to ask sweetie.” You said and kissed him softly on the lips. You smiled and picked up the cloths you needed and left him dazed and a blushing mess.

(This is all written on my phone so please forgive me for any grammar and spelling errors, my phone hates me)

[bipabrena]

Rodorah/Mothzilla AO3 fic

Sequel to this. You can read this as a stand-alone, but I suggest you read the prequel so you’re not too confused.

Half-arsed summary: so, in the prequel, a lot happened during the fight that challenged San’s perspective, and conflict brewed in him. He thought he wasn’t too different from Mothra and Godzilla. Ichi was forced to decapitate San after he stopped he and Ni from killing Mothra three times, and he begged the two to listen to him. In this fic, Ichi and Ni panic when San isn’t regenerating no matter how hard they try. Ichi and Ni’s emotional states are explored, while Rodan laments what happened in the previous fight to Mothra and Godzilla, even though his devotion to Ghidorah borders on fanaticism.

When San musters the courage to regenerate, Ichi and Ni are overcome with emotion, but they are soon forced to confront San’s actions in Boston. The change in him is overwhelming, one Ichi and Ni can’t understand.

X

Ni knew it.

He just knew it.

Ichi had always been incredibly perceptive, and his senses were far superior to San’s and his own, but Ni had always had a talent for intuition. For things one couldn’t physically perceive. Things for which he’d normally have no evidence for, but he still had no doubts would happen, in one way or another.

This was the final proof.

He just knew this would happen.

He clenched his jaw so tightly he felt his teeth would shatter. Wrinkles formed around his brow as his frown deepened, and his worried, unblinking eyes wouldn’t leave Ichi.

Ichi’s eyes were closed in a pronounced frown.

He was attempting to concentrate and remain calm as best he could, but he was clearly growing alarmed.

After several minutes, Ichi opened his eyes.

“… Well?” Ni asked.

Ichi stared ahead, at nothing in particular, really.

He seemed neutral, like he wasn’t thinking or feeling anything in particular, really. But if Ni concentrated, he’d see it.

And he did see it.

Behind the façade, Ichi looked like he’d made a terrible realisation, and it was slowly sinking in.

His unblinking eyes darted to Ni.

Ni looked worried. Alarmed.

It was an expression Ichi had never seen in him, and the guilt it made him feel burned his insides.

“I can’t do it,” he said.

Ni had no visible reaction. He didn’t say anything either.

So, Ichi looked ahead again.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when the shadow of a silhouette entered his field of vision. He turned his head slightly.

He found Ni’s impossibly widened, dark and cold eyes looming over him.

It was a frightening expression that forced him to hold his breath.

“What do you mean you can’t do it?” Ni asked coldly.

“What do you mean you can’t do it, Ichi?” he reiterated. “Stop fooling around,” his voice grew more belligerent.

Ichi’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

He was taken aback when a pronounced scowl overcame Ni with a deep growl.

“Stop fooling around and regenerate!” he demanded.

“I…” Ichi frowned further as the realisation fully sank in. “I can’t. I don’t know why, I just… I—“

Ichi’s eyes twitched when Ni head-butt him and pressed their foreheads together.

“What do you mean you can’t!? You have to do it, Ichi! You have to bring San back!”

Ichi’s mouth opened in a frown. He had no idea what to say.

“You have to bring our little brother back!” Ni shouted, growing less aggressive and more pleading.

“Tch!” Ichi scowled, “I’m trying!”

“You’re not trying hard enough!” Ni growled. “Bring him back!”

Ichi felt like their heart was about to burst.

That’s when he perked up. He looked to the side, and Ni’s instinctive reaction was to understand Ichi had sensed something.

They grew quiet as they heard wings a minute or so later, and Rodan landed before them.

He bowed.

“Your Highness,” he greeted.

Now aware that King Ghidorah liked to keep things short and to-the-point, Rodan didn’t await a response.

“The MUTO has emitted the call. She and Scylla have found an egg in what is supposedly called the Yunnan province. It’s most likely Mothra’s.”

When Ghidorah had no visible reaction, Rodan grew a little nervous.

Especially when he realised the left head hadn’t grown back yet.

“… We didn’t want to do anything without your permission,” Rodan continued. “I can go there myself and destroy the egg before it hatches, or would you prefer to allow her to hatch so she can serve you?”

The anguish plaguing Rodan’s insides worsened by the silent second. Was it because he was aware he’d broken his orders, and silently feared for punishment?

He shivered for a short moment, both because of his lack of familiarity with this freezing weather as because of fear.

“I don’t care,” Ichi said firmly. “We already told you that you’re free to do as you please.”

Rodan’s eyes wavered.

That was true, but… he didn’t want to do anything without his permission. Surely Ghidorah would—

“Rodan,” he said, and Rodan immediately looked at him with wide eyes.

The way his name left the King’s mouth—the way his tongue tipped both syllables against his palate, the firmness and imperialness in his voice.

Rodan could feel his heart thumping.

It was the first time King Ghidorah had ever uttered his name, and it was regal.

“We were clear in telling you you’re free to do as you please for now,” he reiterated.

Ni was entirely silent, as it was evidently Ichi who represented the two.

“Do not come to us unless called. I shall not repeat myself. You will not get another chance. Understand?”

Even though his life was being threatened, Rodan could do nothing but stare in awe.

This magnificent creature, this creature that held unrivalled power, asserted his warnings without violence or anger. He was clearly firm, he was clearly no non-sense, but never unnecessarily belligerent or violent.

Not only was Rodan being allowed to do as he pleased, he was not being punished for breaking his first order.

“Do what you want. Don’t come to us unless we call you.”

His greatness was second to none.

“Yes, sire,” he responded.

He was going to fly away, to relish to himself over his awe-inducing experience; until he saw the right head’s expression.

Clearly worried.

Clearly desperate.

The right head hadn’t heard a single word the leader had said.

It took little to no time for Rodan to understand why.

Was his King hurting?

The possibility alone that this was the case tore something inside Rodan. A stinging feeling similar to the lacerations inflicted by the late Queen, except that this time it ran further, it hurt deeper.

Was it because the left head hadn’t regenerated?

Was there something, anything Rodan could do?

He opened his mouth to say something, but it was forced shut the moment he took a look at the leader.

When he heard his rattling tail, Rodan understood.

His ideals were resolute and inflexible; his devotion bordered on fanaticism, but Rodan still held the instinctive, primal feeling of self-preservation.

He would not risk his life thoughtlessly.

He bowed again, and quickly took to the skies.

The moment Rodan was out of sight, the bravado completely vanished for Ichi.

He felt it at once; the overwhelming pain. It felt as though he were underwater, being dragged down by an impossibly heavy anvil.

The grief was so immense, Ichi felt his heart would burst.

It wasn’t only because of his own pain.

The brothers shared a body; every organ, every vein, every pint of blood.

Their heart.

Their bond was undeniable, resolute and unbreakable; one brother’s grief was the other two’s.

Ni’s grief was his own, and so it added to his own.

The guilt ate Ichi from the inside.

He didn’t know what to say.

“… I’m tired,” is all Ni said after much, lingering silence.

Ichi nodded silently. With a sharp inhale, Ni shifted and sought something that had been carefully placed behind the mountain; something that had been treated with tenderness and care, as though the slightest move would disintegrate it.

He gently, tenderly dragged San’s severed head.

He coiled around the snowy head; nuzzled it, cuddled it. He tried to give the insentient head warmth.

After killing Mothra and Godzilla, after the first regeneration attempt failed, Ni had been a quick thinker. He wasted no time to voice Ichi his suggestion, and Ichi wasted no time to accept it.

These cold, sub-zero temperatures had stopped the decomposition process altogether.

Ni closed his eyes with a distressed, pronounced frown as he cuddled San’s severed head.

Ichi’s lids dropped sadly as he observed Ni dose off.

“Brothers, please, just listen to me for a moment!”

“If I had stopped…” he mumbled to himself, “then the three of us would’ve died…”

No, is what he immediately thought to himself.

Mothra and Godzilla had been as shocked as he and Ni had. They were also incredibly weakened. Mothra’s attacks would’ve had no effect, and Godzilla couldn’t even stand.

Now I’m just making excuses, he smiled sadly to himself.

He shook off his undeniable exhaustion after several days of no sleep, and closed his eyes to start again.

Ichi attempted to concentrate as best as he could.

His cells worked hard. They used signalled pathways to speak amongst each other; they operated as a giant symphony, spreading all across the bloodstream to interact and function as an entire system.

He felt the familiar, ticklish sensation in his nether regions, but nothing happened.

He ignored the sickening throbbing inside his head, the throbbing that was a clear warning he was overexerting himself.

The blood trickling down his nose was ignored as well.

Until it happened.

As a primal, self-defence mechanism, his brain shut down.

The copious blood supply Ichi sent to the inner core of bone to begin the process of rebuilding the missing spine left his brain with little to no blood and oxygen.

As a defence-mechanism, his brain grabbed whatever blood and oxygen it could at the expense of Ichi’s bodily functions.

He completely passed out. The mountain vibrated, and piles of snow fell below when his head hit the rocks with a grating thud.

Read the rest on AO3 here.

[sanjukta77]

Resurrection!

Dear C

This is an attempt. An attempt to write again. Memories as and how I remember them. I do not know how far I will be able to keep this up. But perhaps as long as I know your are reading I will write. I will write to you.

I will leave you written records of my memories, and you shall not judge them.

You shall not judge me for being the little pig who loves the soft wet mud. You will not clean me or I will run away and then you will have to come to rescue me.

You know how I love being rescued!

Thus a story from last year.

If the 8th and the 9th of August 2016 was a weekend ( I am too lazy to check the calendar right now) I must have been in Kameoka, Kyoto, Japan. 

3 of us had driven out of Kobe. Ikegame Harumi, Suzuki Nao and myself. We were to stay the weekend at Nao chan’s house in the countryside in the middle of rice fields surrounded by the hazy blue hills.

The house, like any Japanese traditional home was all polished wood and traumatisingly clean. Thin sliding walls between rooms demanded low voices and treading softly. We girls shared Nao chan’s room on the first floor the windows of which opened out into the view of the greens and blues of the landscape. 

The room exactly below was the room through which we had stepped into the house. This room had the family Kamiza* set with an elaborate installation that looked like a doll house and several paper cut forms which vaguely looked human. We had arrived the on the day of the death anniversary of Nao chan’s grandmother. The installation was set up for her grandmother’s soul which was assumed, would visit the next day after the priest had chanted the sutras or the mantras ( something we find in the Indian rituals too) The soul would need a house. The paper cut humans would be the old woman’s companions in case no one in the mortal world is around to sit around and chat. She would leave her blessings with them. We were invited to attend the chanting next morning at 7,30.

My physical constituency is such that, “the chapter one” after my waking up in the morning occurs within a few moments of opening my eyes. I need a good 10-15 minutes of privacy in the company of a neat toilet seat and anything to read.

The following morning was no different. The only problem was that I woke up at 7.30 and ran straight to the only toilet in the house which was right through the room in which the chanting ceremony was to be held. I wasted no time in getting to my business. A Japanese toilet adding to the efficiency and urgency to hurry . In a Japanese toilet the seat rises to welcome you the moment you swing open the toilet door. All the buttons around the and on the seat come alive ready for your command. Within about 3 minutes of settling down I heard the sound of cars arriving outside the house. There were voices exchanging polite greetings and in about another 3 minutes there was an interrupting knock on my toilet door. Ikegame san’s loud whispers summoned me outside.

 “San chan! come out! he is waiting for you! “ 

San chan is what I am called in Japan!

I whispered back the impossibility of me getting out in the next 5 minutes and requested them not to wait for me. The chanting began. Miraculously the stress of it helped me finish my chores faster and I got out silently and placed myself without a sound on one of the empty floor cushions behind my friends. A little out of place, a little awkward and a feeling of being unclean for a ritual like this was almost taking over me when, the chanting ended. The priest in his black robes bowed to the gods, to the kamiza and turned around. Instantly he saw me and started speaking in words I had never heard. An incomprehensible Japanese. Nao chan translated of what was important to know.

In his words, he had never met a foreigner. As a foreigner meeting an Indian person first held  some meaning perhaps. He had been a police officer in his early life and then served the one above. He said our meeting was “ichigo ichi”

ichigo= from birth to death. ichi= one (only one in entire lifetime)

our meeting was only one in one life time. That this  was the only moment written for us to meet one another. But it held some meaning for us both. That we both had to give and take from each other something in the next phase of our lives.

My skin that instant was rippling with the electricity of his words.I was swallowing the lump in my throat trying to hold back some unexplained sorrow.

The priest whose name I would never know, who I wouldn’t recognize if I saw him the next day left calmly after finishing his cup of tea leaving only polite goodbyes and a memory of an unknown restlessness, a sorrow of not knowing the reason of this sadness. This returns to me time after time, perhaps the only reason I met this man, once in my entire lifetime.

S

November 5, 2017, Calcutta

[poppyfoxposts-blog]

Anonymous

Chapter 3

Mikai was anxious waiting Eisuke to finally tell her to make his coffee so she could leave for the day. She had already cleaned the executive lounge and was waiting for the bidders to order something. Technically she could leave now, but it was like an unspoken rule between Eisuke and her, he orders, she makes it and she is free. "Oh, hey, Sor!" Ugh. just what she needed, the conversation would start all over again now, back to wiping the kitchen table it is. "Good evening" I say in my most professional voice, not looking him in the eyes as he passes, but I still see a slight nod he gives to me in return. If I had to pick one of the bidders that unnerves me the most, it would be Soryu. Eisuke comes in close as second, he was my boss after all and the fucking devil, but Soryu was in the Mafia. The first time I met him he basically threatened to kill me and although it's hard to explain why I quickly developed a small crushon him after everything settled down and I returned to working, paying off my dept to Mr. Ichinomiya. It's probably my fucked up brain that seeks the wrong kind of men, my ex was not a gang leader, but he was a peace of trash.

"Hey, Mikai! What are you asleep?" Eisuke scoffs in his demanding voice. "I am sorry, I got lost in my thoughts" "Come on, Eisuke, our Mikai works hard all day, she can slip off for a minute or two, even better when she is with us. Come on , join us" Baba offers and patts the couch cushion next to him. "Whatever, make me coffee, Mikai" Phew, thank god for Baba's intrusive nature, I smile at him, he winks in my direction. "I'll have a cappuccino, cutie" "I'll take one cappuccino too" Mamoru says half asleep. "What do you need that for? You'll go right back to sleep anyways and leave it to get cold." Soryu says to Mamoru in an annoyed tone. Baba looks at me, we both know that when Ota is out of town fights tend to ignite more often, something about not having one part of the five throws their balance off. "How about you mind your bussiness, Soryu" Just about when Soryu was opening his mouth, I interupted. "It's really fine, I don't mind making two cups" I say in a slightly higher tone than usual, I really hate it when they fight and besides Soryu drinks Mamoru's drinks when he doesn't, maybe that's why he never asks me to make him anything. I saw it one time when I forgot my entrance card upstairs, when I opened the door to the lounge he was just finishing drinking the cup, our eyes met and I didn't say anything about it.I guess he hates wastefulness. The fued was dissolved before even starting and I left after giving all of them their beverages. "I'll see you tomorrow, have a good night" I say to all of them just before leaving, but only Soryu snaps his head up and pays attention, the others seem to be arguing about some sort of necklace Baba has to steal. I remember his eyes all the way home.

Mikael Blomkvist: Why do some people are so disrespectful? Don't they realize it is dishonorable?

Tiamat: I really don't know, I work with someone like that. She makes things tougher than they should be (¬､¬)

Mikael Blomkvist: It just annoys me, in his place I would do things properly. He not only brings dishonor to his profession, but also doesn't value other people's work.

Tiamat:You seem quite worked up, maybe take a breather and go for a walk outside?

Mikael Blomkvist: It's alright, I have more work to do tonight, thank you for your concern.

Tiamat:So freelancing keeps you busy? My work does too, I just now got home （πーπ）and I'm making dinner.

Mikael Blomkvist: If the hours are so unbearable why don't you quit?

Tiamat: I am no quitter! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و Also, I don't finish it so late all the time, I actually enjoy my work. There are some inconveniences yes, but it's nothing to quit over.

Mikael Blomkvist: That's admirable. People nowadays don't value hard work and determination.

Tiamat: ＠＾▽＾＠

Mikael Blomkvist: What does that mean?

Tiamat: It's a blushing emoji.

Mikael Blomkvist: Oh, alright.

Soryu was alone in the back of his limousine, and he was smiling.

I wonder how would she look like blushing.I wonder how does she look, a person with such a light personally cannot be ugly. They have been talking for the past week, Soryu thought that he would stop and delete the app after a day or two, but it was interesting to chat with her, he didn't know her real name, her age or what she looked like, but he didn't find that troubling at all. It 's not like he would ever meet with her.

Tiamat: I'm going to sleep, goodnight (ᴗ˳ᴗ)

Mikael Blomkvist: Goodnight, sleep well.

Tiamat:You too, whenever you do get your owl head to bed

Soryu closed the app and sighted. It 's back to business, he calls up Ryosuke and Koichi to make sure their at the location of the exchange,the dreadful gun shipment will finally be driver pulls up at an abandoned warehouse,Soryu steps out of the car and quite comically his face turns to one of disgust, he smells it, his nose can't handle it, what the fuck is Nobu doing by bringing a woman here?

"Soryu my man" and why the fuck is he calling me "his man"?

"How was your ride?"

"It was great, Nobu, let's get down to business, shall we?"

"Oh, ever the businessman"

A little cough interupts them, the woman is definetly not dressed for a gun exchange, she's wearing high heels, a tiny provocative dress and her hair is tied up neatly in a bun, her neck is covered with a gold necklace, a matching bracelet on her wrist. Elegant attire, Soryu notices,but not suited for the occasion.

"Oh, yes,Soryu have you met my niece Daika?"

"No, I have not. It's a pleasure to know one more Tiger"

"Oh, you're such a gentleman Soryu, I like that a lot" She says flirtatiously, and Soryu is quite sure she is making her voice sweeter and more gentle than it is, it is ridiculous and she sounds like a child. Is that supposed to be attractive?

The men get on with their business, this exchange goes with no fuss, Ryosuke was not allowed to talk, which satisfied Koichi, a lot.A little too much in Soryu's opinion, they should really stop pestering each other already.

"It's good doing business with you, Nobu, however this started, I am glad we overcame our disagreements"

"I can't disagree, Soryu"

The men shook hands and Soryu left. It was a long day today, it's finally time to rest.

"So?" Nobu asks the woman before her.

"I like him"

Mikael Blomkvist:Good morning, have a good day.

Tiamat: Thank you, you too!（＾_＾）

It warmed Mikai's heart. Yes she was a strong woman, but that didn't mean she disliked attention. In comparison with her ex, the detective guy already gave her more attention,than he had ever given her. She wasn't the type to need it all the time,but Mikai was smart enough to know that a relationship can't survive without it. They  have been talking for a week now, it would be time to exchange pictures and real names, but he hadn't mentioned it yet, which was odd, maybe he just didn't want to pressure her.

I wonder what he is doing right now, for someone who freelance's he wakes up early, which suits his personality well. She finished the thought smiling. How did she like that guy already? Sure, it was just a small crush, but still, they have been talking only for a week, this has never happened before.

Just as she got to work her pager went off, damn you, Eisuke! She bolted to the elevator, oh why the hell the executive lounge is on the highest floor? So the rich could look down to the poor? She giggled to herself. The elevator door opened and she rushed out and suddenly collided with someone's chest, the man took a step backwards out of the impact of the clash, and put his hands around her so she wouldn't fall. Mikai looked up and her eyes met with Soryu Oh's surprised gaze. She quickly got out of his arms and bowed.

"Please, forgive my carelessness , I was rushing and wasn't aware of my surroundings"

Mikai heard a small chuckle. She looked up in surprise.

"Don't worry, there's nothing to apologize for"

And then he stepped into the elevator, leaving Mikai all surprised and confused. Did he just chuckle? What? I guess even gang leaders have good days. What am I even thinking about, of course they do! I just never seen look so carefree.

Her pager beeped again. Oh yes, ! I am coming!

"What the hell took you so long?" Eisuke complained just as she got through the door.

"I am sorry, Mr. Ichi- aaaahhhh!" a big hand snaked around her waist and another covered her eyes.

"Hello, pet, did you miss me?"

" Mr. Kisaki! How was your trip?" Mikai asked as she escaped his arms.

"It was great, pet, I got some gifts for you."

"Okay, that's just wooonderfull, Mikai make me coffee"

Ota walks over to the rest of the guys and they immediately start talking business. Mikai gets Eisuke his coffee and Ota takes her with him into his room, Baba whistles and the rest of the men laugh. A blush creeps up Mikai's face. But it's quickly replaced with a curious expression. When Ota told her that he had gifts for her she expected something like dog food, that would be very Ota, but now he hands her a delicate box. She takes the ribbon off, it's silk. Inside she sees a beautiful bird flying over a body of water.

"So, what do you think?"

" Mr. Kisaki , it's beautiful"

"Good, because it is for you"

"But, I can't possibly take it"

"Don't argue with me, pet. I painted it while I was travelling, but when it was done, I couldn't sell it. Strangely enough the painting made me think of you"

"Thank you, Mr Kisaki" she bows her head with gratitude.

"Hey, what's taking you two so long? Any funny business over here?" Baba says as he opens the door, grinning.

"I'm coming, old man" he pats my head and leaves.

I didn't expect this from Ota at all, for once treating me like a human and he was so nice. Mikai takes the painting from the box and sees a little bag filled with dog food. Oh, well I'm gonna take this as an improvement.

Walking to the lounge with Baba, Ota couldn't stop thinking as to why Soryu told him to gift the painting to Mikai. Soryu saw his painting when he returned this morning and after a moment of complete silence, said that he'll buy it, but Ota needs to gift it to Mikai, no questions asked and dear God if he tells anyone about this the media will forget about the renounced angelic artist in a flash.

Author's note:

Hello! Criticism is appreciated and have a nice day everybody!