#Miyuu needs more girl friends

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 3 Being an idol can be tough sometimes!

 I supposed being an idol was my dream job. I was a born artist. All I wanted to do was convey messages to people through my lyrics, melody and dance. Still, it felt quite asphyxiating sometimes. It felt like I was stuck between the things I wanted to yell to the world, and the few words I actually could yell. Maybe I would still have supporters, maybe I would still have fans. But I was too scared to lose what I’ve built with so much effort, mine and the other girls’. 

 There was a way out, though… I had the option to vent through my lyrics, using a pseudonym. I felt like it was needed somehow. MiNA was the writer of almost every midnight☆RAINBOW song, and I’m pretty sure no one except for some staff, manager and members knew about it. I don’t think that even my craziest fans thought it to be me. Not to mention that whenever the song had a rap part, my legal name was credited, so there was no connection to make between MiNA and me. Although we were the same person. 

 For some reason, it was quite fun… it brought me freedom. I would also interact with ☆light way more often under the MiNA name. I would always give them sneak peeks and spoil something here and there. Yeah, thinking about it… this so-called “freedom” was what Miyuu needed. If I go back in my life, I think I’ve never actually had it. 

 I was a weird kid. It took me a while to even start talking, to the point my parents were worried… I didn’t really get people, and people didn’t really get me. I was completely different from my sister, who didn’t show this “weirdness”. At school, I did terribly. I didn’t want to do what the kids were doing, but I loved drawing. And I was pretty skilled! My mom was an artist, so I learned from her even advanced techniques and I was able to master them from a young age. But that wasn’t what society needed from me, so I was told I was wasting my time and that what I did was useless. I started being obsessed with music and I soon learned I was a skilled singer. My sister did ballet at that time, and although I didn’t fit in within the pink world of those ballerinas, I started to love dancing too.

 But I was still too weird. I didn’t grasp things with ease, and communication was really hard. I guess only my parents kind of understood me, but my way of expressing myself was through my drawings. Worried, they took me to a psychologist that then redirected me to other professionals, and within a long process they diagnosed me in the autism spectrum. 

 I didn’t understand it at first, and my mom didn’t want to make a big thing out of this. We had a little brother coming, and I guess she felt like taking me to appointments would only bore and sadden me. So she told me she would help me make my way through life, but that she didn’t want me to feel like I was different.

 I love my mom, and she did help me, but nowadays I think that being true about being different would have helped me. Little kids diagnosed me even earlier than professionals, and I can even come to tell how much I was bullied. Teachers didn’t understand I had special needs, and because my mother didn’t want to go further into the diagnosis, all they told me in my school years was that I needed to make some more effort, or that some situations couldn’t be helped. 

 I was very depressed by age 15, when all that brought me happiness was idols. But then, I realized… I could do that, too. I never felt like I was pretty enough, or that I even had the hang of it, but once I thought of it, I couldn’t take it off of my head. When I told my sister, she supported me instantly and she told me she wanted to do it with me. We weren’t that close, since she had her own friends and I guess I was too weird even for her, but as we started to practice and look for companies, auditions, etc. We grew a beautiful relationship. It felt, for the first time, like we were sisters and had something in common. My parents were very liberal and wanted to help us, so they supported us all the way to now. 

 We found this new company, Krystal Entertainment, that was looking for people like us. They had a different idea in mind, to be more human than other soul-eating companies. It’s not perfect, but way better than some others I know. Soon, other girls came and we were formed into this group. I was chosen as the leader because of how much passion they saw I exhaled. It was true… I wanted to do this more than anything else. The beginning was rough, but we slowly built a name and we’re pretty consolidated. Our schedule is always full, we’re selling high, we do concerts often and we’re on TV all the time… maybe we’re even getting our own show one day! 

 But, freedom… I had to give up on it. I don’t think that most people are free, either. Whether it is work or family, a relationship, social stigmas, prejudice, beauty standards, the internal battle between your giri¹ and your ninjō² ... I think that only very few people are free. I have the power of influencing so many people, and yet I can’t come clean and say “truly, I am…”. I have to keep a character, an image, be an idol… and yet, that’s the situation where I benefit the most from. Imagine me, in a boring office job… dealing with math or something like that. I think I’d die. 

 And, well, being an idol is exhausting by itself. Practicing daily, not being able to go out whenever you want to, everything you say is documented and regulated… It is tough. But whenever I see my fans, whenever they sing along with the lyrics I wrote, whenever they wave their towels and penlights, whenever they comment on my photos, whenever we talk during meet & greet sessions… It all makes sense. It all feels fair. It all feels beautiful. But a very small piece of me wonders if they would still love me if they knew the truth. If she would still love me. 

☆☆☆

 Setting my worries and monologue aside, I went to meet the girls. We were rehearsing for the upcoming concert. I was going to do something different, something bigger… announce that me, Rin-tan, Yume and Ayu were going to form a band. I was so happy when the manager heard our idea and said it was great. I was on the vocals and guitar, Rin-tan on the vocals and bass, Yume on the keyboard and Ayu on the drums. I felt really blessed to finally show the fans what we had been working on. We were planning on releasing a digital single after the next album, but if the reception is good, we might release a full on physical one. 

 The rehearsal went fine, everything seemed to be okay. We needed to improve in some parts, but that was time who would fix. Being done, we reunited for a selfie to post on Twitter for our fans. I wanted them to know we were working hard to make them smile. They spend so much time (and money) with us, and I think the least we can do is give them lots of good content. I was anxiously waiting for the replies to come up… it just felt good to be known and loved, coming from someone who had absolutely no friends as a child. Obviously, I was waiting for her, too. But, I guess something happened and she was busy, because I kept checking and checking, and there was no comment in those first minutes, which was pretty uncommon for her. 

 I decided to not be crazy today, so I went home. I shared an apartment with my sister, but she had other plans for that night, being the extremely social person she was. I wasn’t, so my only wish was to eat a good homemade meal, take a bath and go to sleep. I guess… I guess that was the most important thing for me. Maybe I was wrong… maybe it wasn’t a matter of being Miyuu or being MiNA, maybe it was a matter of who I was with. And, being with her, I guess I was free. I had a long night waiting for me. In a world where I could be the ruler. Where I could be with her. Where I could be free.

 After my desired meal and bath, I stared at that photo once again. I looked at it as if I wanted to burn it into my mind, as if I wanted to transfer it to my soul. Only with a deep, full of love, true and bright wish could I be able to do that. I looked at our youthful and lonely eyes, and how I wish we were still together. We would be. Soon. 

Notes:

¹Giri: social obligations.

²Ninjō: human feelings. 

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

👑 @fckin-multi​ Like for a Starter with Prince Slane 👑

“Are you shaking from the cold, or from nervousness?” The questioning tone from Slane pierced once silent air.

The magus prince, & his new fiancée were sitting together in a carriage, as it was pulled by horses, the cold white of winter pouring down outside. Where were they headed you ask?

To Camellia. To meet the extended family that Miyuu would be marrying into, & the nation that would be allied with her through her marriage with Slane.

[vixlenxe]

Plots please! :D

Send me “Plots Please” & I’ll respond with  3 (or more) interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!

#1.) The Two Girls in the Hyacinth cafe

This is more of a ‘normal’ type idea that I had. I have long said that Violet could use more gal pals, & I personally like the idea of the blunt & angry Violet becoming friends with the soft & gentle Miyuu, with the latter serving as the rage suppressant that the first needs, & Violet serving as a sort of protector for both Miyuu & the cafe. I picture them working together at Miyuu’s cafe, with Violet adding a few improvements here & there to boost business.

Of course, I imagine the pair running into some troubles every once in a while, my brain goes too maybe a more modern version of that Phillip(would his name be Phil then? *thinking emoji*) character perhaps trying to worm his way into a relationship with one of them for whatever reason(money, sex, probably one of those too), or maybe even Miyuu’s father suddenly finding her & attempting to take control of her life again.

#2.) Living in a monster infested World

v!across the sea based. Where it can have Miyuu or Adrian(or both even!) living in one of the villages on Volla Novia They don’t have to be hunters at all, however, they will have to learn & survive with the animals around them & they will be living along side hunter characters, which makes room for many relationships to bloom(perhaps even some ships :3)!

#3.) Successor Miyuu & Adrian AU

I know this is something we briefly spoke about before, so allow me to speak of it in more detail. Successors are the last of a dead race of people, who all share the blood of the Vartenworth Queen, who was once a kind & benevolent beauty, with power beyond the human imagination. This race is similar in nature to vampires, & successors often sport two fang-like canines, though successors do not suffer from bloodthirst(at least no until they’ve had their first taste of blood). To assure their race does not die out, Miyuu & Adrian, & whichever other successor with them, must seek out the remaining Successors & restore their race & the Vartenworth Kingdom as a whole.

After the recent additions of the Breath & the Ribcage, I can confirm that Adrian would likely be the Successor of the Nose, & Miyuu would be the Throat, as I already have a good grasp of what the Heel & the Blood would be like, & those particular powers would suit them best.

Of course, it wouldn’t be so easy, as they’re are other people looking for the remaining Successors as well, & there would be those who would not want the Vartenworths to come back into power. One of such people would, of course, be The Great One’s Church, the original slayers of the Vartenworth people(the church enacted a mass geocide on the Vartenworths), as well as rivals such as the Void Empire(which means you can have a run-in with the infamous bitch-bastard sorcerer that is Zolten). So it would be up the Successors to fight back & assure their already fleeting race can survive.

[agirlinjapan]

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars (Week 13)

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara A Translation

Miss the last piece? Read it here!

Check out the RDG Translation twitter!

Help me pay for my next translation project on Ko-fi.

Hmm. I guess I should have known that I’d have trouble getting week 13 up on time. Thanks for waiting! My area got hit with a big snow storm and I was out shoveling later than expected. (I’m actually going back out now that this is posted...) I hope January has brought a good start to the year to all of you!

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara Chapter 2: Reexamination Part 3 (1 of 3)

The next day, there were far more rumors flying around Class 1-C than there had been the day before.

Just before lunch, Miyuu walked out of the classroom, only to run back inside.

“Look out, Izu! Takayanagi’s here again,” she gasped out to Izumiko.

Izumiko frowned, but this time she didn’t know at which; Takayanagi or Miyuu who looked like she wanted to expand the rumors even further.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way to warn me…”

“No! It drives me nuts how you can talk so calmly about this!” Miyuu waved both her hands around in the air as if she was making some big gesture. “Angelica is here with him! Takayanagi brought Angelica here to Class C!”

The other girls around Izumiko perked up at Miyuu’s words.

“What? Is there going to be a fight over a love triangle?”

“A showdown between Japan and France over Takayanagi?!”

“No!” Izumiko said, but she knew very well that no one was listening to her. Even the boys were talking about the approaching visitors now and joining in on the rumors currently flying around the classroom. Angelica was a second year student, and as a result, there wouldn’t have been many chances for first year boys to approach her. What was more, she was the most popular female exchange student, and no boy would want to miss a chance to see her.

I do wonder what Angelica thinks of me…

Anxiety flitted through Izumiko’s chest although it was unrelated to what her classmates thought of the current situation. During the Warring States era game when Izumiko had made Takayanagi’s shikigami disappear, Angelica and Claus had been right there. Right after that, they had definitely seen Takayanagi turn into a dog as well.

Angelica’s not a normal girl either. She has no problems with the magic Takayanagi uses and she was even able to explain what was going on with the ghosts. There are exchange students with special abilities here too, I guess. And they’re close with the diviners…

Izumiko doubted that she and Angelica would ever be friends at this point, but if the blonde girl had come all this way to see her, it appeared that some sort of truce could be possible. As much as she disliked it, Izumiko didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. She stood up from her chair. Seeing as Takayanagi’s arrival had come with even more fanfare than the day before, it seemed reasonable to assume that Miyuki and Mayura already knew about the visit.

The girls in class all shot questions towards her.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get into a fight? Are you really going to let yourself get pulled into this? You’re so quiet! She could eat you alive!”

“What if she wins him over? Doesn’t that scare you?”

Izumiko smiled awkwardly to herself. Angelica was more frightened her of than she was of Angelica. The truth was the complete opposite of what everyone else was assuming.

“I’m fine. I’ve talked with her and she’s nice. Besides, we’re not fighting over Takayanagi.”

Izumiko’s braids swayed back and forth at her waist as she walked out of the room alone. The girls behind her clumped together, watching.

“That picture of Izumiko dressed as a Warring States era princess is really popular, but don’t you think she’s changed a little since then? She has some sort of new confidence to her now.”  

“Could she be a girl who’s grown stronger through love?”

“Before, I never knew if she was here or not, but now she’s the most popular person in 1-C…”

When Izumiko walked out into the hallway, Takayanagi, as well as Angelica, were indeed walking in Class C’s direction. Angelica might not have been dressed up in armor this time, but she was still much taller than Takayanagi.

Not much light came into the hallway on the first floor of the classroom building, but even in a place with such weak light, the shine and slight wave of Angelica’s blonde hair was still visible. She had a matching bright smile on her face, and her eyes were a clear blue grey. Even the way she walked was different from Japanese people. Izumiko could understand why the boys stared at her.

When Takayanagi was standing in front of Izumiko, he said, “Izumiko, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to settle things today after school. President Hodaka will be here, and the more we draw this match out, the more likely tricks and interference are to occur. We can’t let that happen for both our sakes, wouldn’t you agree?”

While Mayura had told her yesterday that the souvenir sweets from Kyoto were safe for her to eat, she had since lost interest in them, and they were now sitting in her dorm room. Right now, Izumiko did not feel the need to thank Takayanagi for them. She had more reason to be suspicious of tricks than he did.

“That’s fine with me. I think I’d rather get it over with.”  

The number of on looking students in the hall had grown from the day before, but Izumiko did see that Miyuki and the Souda siblings were standing among them.

“But how will we do this match?” she asked Takayanagi calmly. “There are club activities after school, and I doubt we’ll find any open space.”

Takayanagi also seemed aware of Miyuki and the others’ presences.

“I don’t mind making the rules that we’ll follow, but you and your friends will most likely claim they’re unfair or something of that sort. Because of that, Angelica agreed to come with me. Let her reintroduce herself to you. You’ll understand why when she does.”

“Hello, Izumiko. How are you?” Angelica’s greeting was straight out of a textbook. She wasn’t treating it as a joke though, and her expression was serious. As always, her nasally voice was charming. “I was very surprised by what happened the other day. I thought Takayanagi was the only student at this school who could lead everyone else. I wanted to talk to you before because you were so cute dressed as a princess at the demonstration. I didn’t realize you were as powerful as Takayanagi. Now though, I really want to see how similar the two of you are. I’d like a second chance to compare you.”

Izumiko gazed at Angelica. The blonde was on Takayanagi’s side. She doubted that had changed.

“Why did you think Takayanagi was the only one?” she asked cautiously. “Is it because you’re a diviner, too?”

“No, I’m more of a normal high school girl than that. I specialize in tarot and astrology, and I have a bit of a sixth sense. I love Japan, and I’ve studied Japanese for a long time, so I was chosen to come to this school.”

Angelica turned her head, making her hair swing back and forth in the process. Then she continued. “However, I had heard about Takayanagi in France. I was chosen to come here by a group of people doing a preliminary investigation about kids like him at this school. I’m a student who’s interested in becoming a researcher in the future, but at the same time, I’m also part of a special group that works under the IUCN.”

“The IUCN?” Izumiko repeated.

Instead of voicing her answer right away, Angelica quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out a notepad. Then she flipped through the pages and read, almost in relief, “The International Union for the Conservation of Nature.—I have to get better at saying that.”

She continued reading from the notebook. “Before the World Heritage Center presents a recommended candidate to the World Heritage Committee Conference, the evaluation process of said candidate is entrusted to IUCN or ICOMOS. The committee for evaluating a human candidate has yet to be created, and while it is unknown if IUCN will receive the bid, it can be reasonably assumed that the candidate will be entered onto the “Endangered World Heritage” list, and the provisional first investigations are moving forward.”

“The international… Union for the Conservation…”

Izumiko had only caught half of the alphabetic name, half of the group’s full name, and half of what Angelica had read out in such a monotonous voice. She was pretty sure she had heard that strange term “World Heritage Candidate” come out of Angelica’s mouth though.

“So, you’re a judge who’s come from overseas to do research? Are you doing the same sort of thing as as Hodaka?”

“I’m not a judge. I don’t know anything about the student government at this school or the chairman. My group is unofficial, and the investigation we’re doing is just a first look into what’s going on here, so we really don’t have any authority. I’m only here to send back a report.”

“Is Claus also…”

“Yes, Claus has the same job as me. He just returned to his country because of an emergency. I stayed behind.”

Takayanagi cut in. “This is the fairness I was talking about.”    

Angelica looked at Takayanagi and nodded.  

“Yes, that’s right. After speaking with Takayanagi, I also wanted to speak with you and the student government members. I want you to know that I’d like to watch the match between you two.”

Izumiko looked up in confusion. “Are you saying you’re going to make the rules?”

Takayanagi broke in again. “Izumiko, Angelica is different from Hodaka. She truly understands what the World Heritage Candidate is being chosen for. Hodaka is only using his abilities as an oracle. This is an international problem.”

Izumiko made sure not to look at Takayanagi. If she did, she had a feeling that she would lose the confidence she had gained recently. Still, even Angelica’s expression had taken on a serious, almost somewhat cold look to it. Angelica leaned forward, suddenly bringing her face close enough to Izumiko’s that she could almost make out the freckles on the other girl’s face.

“There have been a number of prophecies and predictions,” the French girl whispered. “There is a search taking place all over the world right now for someone born in the same year as you. They won’t necessarily be from Japan, but we need to find one person. They could be from anywhere in the world. That person will save humanity.”

While Izumiko was still staring wide eyed at Angelica, Takayanagi said with an air of self-importance, “Isn’t it sad not to know these things? I wanted you to at least have the same viewpoint to think about as me before the match. That way, after it’s over, you can reconsider what you were going up against.”

Keep reading!

[kapitanwingter]

Chapter 3 - What’s sensha-dou?

Getting really really comfortable in an accomodation has been - in a sense - really challenging for me.

I never really pack my stuff out, I just leave everything in the bag, but now this was an other case. I'll be staying here for a while so I'd better start occupying every space I can find in this apartment.

Why am I saying all this? I have no idea. I start having every kind of thoughts when I'm alone, doing nothing. I guess I was too eager to visit my new school which by the way is extremely promising. They are more thorough than I could've ever suspected. You remember that uniform in the cupboard I mentioned earlier? It's a perfect fit. Spooky. I mean I am confection size (meaning every size M cloth fits me) but still. Either I'm lucky again where it doesn't matter to me or somebody really dug in about me. Maybe it's the Japanese way of getting things done. Except for supplies. If it weren't for me getting some food in the local supermarket - which was the largest challenge I ever faced because of all the Japanese script and the fact that I had no concept about everyday food in Japan. Never again. Settling in has it's ups and down....mostly downs.

Washing clothes will be an other matter. I'll either go bankrupt and buy a washing machine or go to the local laundry. The people are nice in the town...I mean aboard, so thankfully I should not have problem with interacting the locals.

Getting up at 7 was hard, but it's due to the fact that I got unused to getting up early again. The school's a fifteen minute walk from here, so I should have no problem getting past the gate by eight-fifty. The schedule of this school is similar to my old one's.

I had "breakfast" (by what I mean some cookies and more chocolate), packed my stuff which was a notebook or five for my lessons and the usual school things, got dressed and went out. I stopped in front of my door as I cloosed it. I turned over and I took a deep breath by the sight of the city above me. A new day, a new school, a new life. It was not easy to leave literally everything behind me but I guess as they say at some places "I did what I had to".

As I got closer and closer to the school in the streets I saw more and more girls in the same outfit as me. Obviously schoolmates. I was passively searching for Saki because I didn't want to embarrass her by yelling her name all over the place.

"MISS TAMIIIIII" I heard from behind me.

Speaking of the devil.

"I wonder who could that b" I couldn't even finish as she clinged on me from behind

"I'm so so so excited!" she said.

Suddenly she blushed like she got sunburnt badly and squatted down.

"....." she said "I got overly enthusiastic again didn't I....."

"A bit" I replied

"I'm so so sorry"

"It's....fine...really.....c'mon, stand up, we've got work to do"

"Right...comin'..."

We went inside and the hall was stuffed with students who seemingly knew where they were going - unlike me. They said I wouldn't need any information in advance since they will tell me everything I need to know from my class to lessons. Suddenly I spotted vice president Hatsu who was coming towards me with two other girls.

"Good day, Tamara" she greeted me.

"Good day" I replied.

"I would like to introduce you vice president Hoga Miyuu" said while pointing at the short girl with medium lenght light brown hair "and president Oshima Tokiko" as she pointed at the girl who was about as tall as me and had long blond hair in a ponytail.

"It's a pleasure to meet you" I greeted them

"Likewise" said Miyuu

"The very same" said Tokiko "I heard a lot about you, you may feel you're out of place now but don't you dare worry a bit! Here.

She handed me a paper

"This is your life now" she said "Everyone got theirs with mail but I wanted to give it to you personally. This is your compulsory schedule without your elective which starts after your lessons"

"My 'scuse me?" I said

"Your elective" said Miyuu "You will recieve your paper later. You will be able to choose one if you want, afterschool activities. The upside of it is that is that depending on your elective you can be relieved from some or more school obligations like homework, studying, writing tests"

"Anywho" took Tokiko over "Your first lesson is about to start, get to know your classmates, work hard, have fun, if you have any problems or questions just come to us"

"Whoa..." I said "That is a lot to take in at once...thank you, I mean it"

"No biggie" winked Hatsu "Just repay us with your performance"

We said our goodbyes, same to Saki because though we are in the same year but not in the same class. I went to classroom 23 as the paper said and had my first introductory lesson with our classteacher. Basic stuffs, school order, welcoming the new girl - me - and yadi yadi yada. You're in for the plot not for boredom, right? Trust me on this one, it was boring really, everyone felt like it, even the teacher but she had to do it, it's how things go.

Now at the end of the first period which was the first three lessons came the interesting part: we got our elective papers. There were different interesting things from flower arrangement to automotor-professions...and there was one I could not give sense to. I could read it and it said "sensha-dou". Battle...car...way? The way of the battle-car. What could a battle-car be I wondered.

Then it hit me

In hungarian battle-car literally translated is harckocsi. Which means tank. The way of the tank? I saw the kanji for road - dou - at some places like kyuudou as in archery. A martial arts involving...tanks? Masaka!

It's going to be lunchtime soon so at least I can find and ask Saki there, maybe she knows what's up.

During the breaks I got to know a few classmates. We were twenty-eight, only girl class because of obvious reasons. They are good people, most of them are calm and reserved but there were some "party-face" ones. Nobody was radical in it's own sense for which I was glad because I prefer working in a calm environment. Time will tell though how well we'll get along.

We have an hour break after fourth period for lunch. The dining hall was in a detached building to which a corridor led from the end of the left-wing of the main campus. I took some time to get to know the place better so with the hour-long break in mind I just walked around for some time. So as I said there is the wide but thin main building - which is three floors high and my classroom is on the second - with a left and a right wing. Behind it there is a rather huge courtyard which is basically a park with trees, benches and whatnot. Behind the courtyard and the right wing were the club houses like a classmate said with more parks with little covered places where you could sit out. I also saw the olympic sized pools they talked about earlier. They are covered and heated during winter so we could use it any time but it's for the clubs mainly. Hell...there was even a hot-spring connected to the that building. Next to it was a huge - and by that I mean a really huge - area which was covered in dirt which lasted till the buildings I saw left of the left wing of the school building.

I wasted about half an hour just wandering around so I headed to the dining hall hoping I could still catch Saki and ask her about the "way of the tank".

Although the place is pretty hungarian themed there's always one thing you can't deny as a Japanese - it seems of which I couldn't agree more: the food. The menu was totally Japanese themed with...well I don't exactly know what it was. The only thing I know is sushi and I recognized that. Other than that there were rice mixed with everything from vegetables to fish and other kinds of meat. I bought a ticket from the vendor - that's how you get your food in schools in Japan - and handed to the kitchen lady. She was kind and cooperative. I made friends with her over time.

Having gotten my food I started looking for Saki and after a minute of searching I found her with her classmate sitting at a table.

"Good day" I said "May I?"

"Please do" said the classmate "Misaki Kaga, a pleasure to meet you"

She seemed well-mannered, had her not that long brown hair in a sideways ponytail.

"Ötvös Tamara, likewise"

"So how is school so far miss Tami?" asked Saki.

"It's pretty good" I said "I haven't really made any friends, I seem too outsider to them. I expected this though, nothing to worry about, I'll get my way eventually"

"Best of luck miss Tami!" she replied.

"I'll have interesting lessons but there is one thing bothering me..." I continued.

"Tell us, we might able to help" she said.

Kaga was just starring at her food meanwhile. Looks like she didn't get any sleep.

"What's...what was it....sensha-dou?"

"The art of tank-driving you could mean?" asked Kaga

"I like don't have the faintest idea what it is so...perhaps..." I said

"That was rhetorical. It's surprising you haven't heard of it" she said "It's a very popular sport in Japan and getting even more popular around the globe"

"I didn't choose that elective" said Saki "Waterpolo suits me better. Perhaps it got your interest?"

"Yeah I might check it out, I can rechoose one if I want till the end of the month, right?"

"That is correct" said Kaga.

"Thanks for the help girls" I said "This place seems more and more interesting"

We talked about things for a little while before finishing lunch. Just everyday stuff.

There were three more periods for me which I quite literally sat through since I still hadn't gotten used to the new timezone and sleep-pattern. It was truly salvation itself when I could go home. But before, I gave my teacher the paper about electives. We weren't obliged to decide day one, I could've waited three more at most but sensha-dou really got my interest.

Dad told a lot about tanks since he was a tankman in the army during his conscription. As a matter of fact I have a lot to do with tanks as well. He is an engineer at a company which refurbishes old vehicles and they focus on military ones. But not simply just dusting it and painting them! They actually make the tanks they work on fight-capable. Okay it's not like anybody's gonna use a BT-7 nowadays but those tanks can actually shoot and are safe enough that even a person can stay inside the tank without fear of blowing up. Ever since I was a little girl my Dad took me to work from time to time. He travelled a lot to inspect different vehicles and how other companies do their job but when he works at the local garage he took me with him and I did a lot of things from polishing armour to - wait for it - shooting the big guns. I even shot a refurbished Tiger. The 88 kicks big time.

I feel confident about operating tanks. I really hope I found my thing with sensha-dou.

All the memories about tanks suddenly hit me and overwhelmed my brain. I mostly drove them in the test ranch and shot a couple but never did more like commanding others. At first somebody - most of the times Dad - came with me to teach how to operate them but in the end Dad just tossed me the keys and said "Couldcha test it out, dearest?". So I would inspect the engine, tracks, threads, gun(s), interior and the outside; go out on the ranch and shoot a couple.

I went home gathering all the info I know about the armored annihilators as the Sun was slowly starting to set.

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 2 Miyuu in my dreams

 I was waving my yellow (Miyuu’s color) penlight, and cheerfully singing along to the chorus. I was at the front row, when our eyes met. She was looking at me, deep in the eyes, as if she could see everything that’s inside of me. It felt a little weird, having my soul bare for her to read into it. But she kept looking at me, and I kept looking at her, I felt like we were intertwined in some way. It was seemingly the last song, and they said goodbye and the concert ended. It felt empty to not have her eyes directly into mine. But there was a meet and greet session afterwards, and I obviously had bought tickets to spend with Miyuu. I couldn’t find Kaho anywhere, and it felt like I was rather floating than walking, but I arrived in time for the meet and greet. I was ninth in line and I got quite jealous of the girls and boys that got to meet her first… I wanted Miyuu to be all mine. But I tried to remain calm as I made my way to her when my time came. 

 “It’s been a while since we last saw each other!” Miyuu opened. Did she remember me? I felt glad.

“Y-yes… the last time was last Winter!” I surely remembered it perfectly.

“You must have missed me. I missed you too, you know, Yuu-chan.” I haven’t told my name, was her memory that good? I felt relieved in a way… I was amongst everyone else and she remembered it. 

“I-I missed you more… I look at your pictures every day.” 

“I have the same habit, actually.” I didn’t get what she meant, but Miyuu was kind of playful so I let it slide and laugh alongside her. We held hands, in a very child-like way, but then, Miyuu intertwined her fingers with mine. I think… it was already someone else’s turn, but we kept looking at each other, smiling, and our hands remained sealed. 

“I really, really do miss you.” She said, and her eyes shined brighter than ever. “You don’t know how much I love you.” Isn’t that line supposed to be mine? I’m the one who loves her… how is it the other way around? We were separated by a table that was about the height of my waist, but Miyuu suddenly pulled me closer and… locked our lips together…? I closed my eyes, but I could feel the stares and hear the gasps around us. It didn’t matter, because Miyuu was kissing me just the way I imagined she would. To my surprise, I woke up, with a soft feeling in my lips.

 I turned on my night light and put on my glasses. I looked around my room so I could be sure it was a dream. It felt so real, though… I opened Twitter again, it was around 2AM. Miyuu would sometimes stay up late and post something. That particular day, she was probably fast asleep, while I was about to cry. Have I taken this too far? I think it’s quite normal to dream of someone that plays a huge part of your life, but so intensely like that? And the realization of it not being real… it made my heart beat sadly. I didn’t want to cry, but I felt salty tears reach my lips and soon my vision was fogged. It made no sense… I was pursuing my studies, I had a good job, I lived in a good place and I had friends… I could even easily have a girlfriend if I wanted to… and yet, I realized, sadly and weakly, that I was in love with someone untouchable, unreachable. I could look at her as much as I wanted, but she would never look at me the same way. I could yearn for her my whole life and she would never hear it. I started sobbing like a baby, because I felt like a loser. I felt like I had made a terrible mistake… and yet, Miyuu was all my happiness, all my serotonin… being away from her would be really hard to do.

 I felt hopeless and understood nothing could actually be done, so I just took my glasses off, turned off the light, took a sip of water and went back to sleep. It couldn’t be helped. I just needed to rest and tomorrow I would be happy once again.

☆☆☆

 I still felt a little empty, but I decided to think of the dream in a more positive way. Dreaming of your oshi is always a good thing. Well… maybe I came to understand that I do love her romantically, and that will definitely be troublesome… but I decided to be happy, because that’s what Miyuu would want.

 I did my chores very diligently, but it was hard to eat lunch properly. I was just gulping it down like an ogre, and I'm sure people were watching, impatiently looking at my phone while I waited for the clock to hit noon. I was already on their Twitter page when it finally did.

@krystal_RAINBOW

New album "my LIGHT ☆ my LIFE".

Title track: "☆Light in the Night Sky☆"

B-side: "バラのバランス" 

Solos

Nishijima Keiko: 蘭 (Ran; Orchid)

Satou Satomi: 自己嫌悪 (Jiko Keno; Self-loathing)

Yamamoto Miyuu: 花火 (Hanabi; Fireworks)

Yamamoto Anna: Kiss me infinity 

Watanabe Kaori: 曇り雨晴れ虹のレフライン (Kumori, ame, hare, niji no refrain; cloudy, rainy, sunny, rainbow's refrain)

Kakizaki Yumeko: ワガママPerfect Symphony (Wagamama Perfect Symphony; Selfish Perfect Symphony)

Tachibana Yuzuna: My TURN!!

Kaneko Ayumi: ハッピーラッキー☆パラダイス (Happy Lucky ☆ Paradise)

 I was so happy I almost choked on my food! And, to make things merrier for me and Kaho, Miyuu was the center for the title track and Keiko for the b-side. Things like this make my heart burst into happiness! So, needless to say, I went on Twitter to post about my expectations for the album, and got a couple likes. Feeling recharged, I went back to my routine. Always thinking of Miyuu, obviously. I kept remembering the kiss, though, very vividly… it really felt like our lips had touched. It also felt a little strange, as if I had some kind of fever. I felt a little sick, but it had a bittersweet taste to it. I guess it’s love.

 In the Tweet it was also announced there would be a teaser at 6PM, so I was pretty excited to see what they would give us!

☆☆☆

 I wanted to go to sleep, but I also really wanted to watch the teaser! I kept waiting, and waiting, then I felt hungry and had to fix myself a snack, but then finally, the teaser was released! It was very short, but it had a medley of the songs, presenting the girls in different scenarios… Apparently, there’s going to be a PV for each song! Krystal Ent. must be making a lot of money these days, thanks to me, I guess… no joking now, the girls are becoming super popular, even overseas! Of course, I’m a spokesperson for them, so all of my family in Brazil knows about these girls, and I try to make sure every person I come across on Twitter gets to listen to at least one song. I’m too crazy for them, that’s the truth. Anyways… Miyuu was so pretty in the MV! She was dressed in this beautiful yukata, looking at the night sky… I’m so excited for her song!

 I actually have some memories myself of summer festivals and fireworks, which is the theme of her solo. Although I wanted something more hip-hop, a ballade is good, too. So, I don’t recall it perfectly, but I met this girl at a festival once. She had short black hair and was very boyish, we didn’t tell each other our names (I guess we were too dumb at the time), but we had a lot of fun and played the whole night. We took a photo, but she kept it because she told me one day she would find me and she would give me a copy. We didn’t exchange contacts, and I never met her again. Sometimes I think of her, although her image fades and I can’t picture her face. But the way she treated me was so… amazing… At that time, I was being bullied at school for being overweight, but she didn’t see me as weird or different. She saw the best of me, and I saw the best of her. I hoped to meet her again for a long time, and I even went to the festival for two more years only to realize it was foolish to try to find her with the little I knew. Wherever she is, I hope she’s okay. 

 I was getting drowsier and drowsier and I don’t even recall setting my phone away… soon, I was asleep. But I woke up to some kind of laughter and found myself in a car. 

“Finally awake?” What? It was… it was Miyuu talking to me. She was the one driving, and I was in the seat next to her. “You’re drooling, you know?”

“Haa… that’s… a little embarrassing.” 

“That’s fine, it’s just me, remember? I think it’s cute.” She gave me one hell of a smile. “We’re almost there. Quite a long drive, isn’t it…?” Suddenly, I remembered we were having a picnic, and that I had stayed up late finishing some work. She seemed to have slept well, unlike me.

 We arrived in a beautiful space. It was like a park, but completely empty, so it seemed like we had a reservation…? It didn’t make much sense for me, but I was really looking forward to that date. There was beautiful greenery around us, so many flowers… I was surrounded by love. She held my hand and gave me a little kiss, and then started to prepare everything for us to sit and enjoy the food we cooked together. I could even remember how much fun we had cooking it. 

 It felt perfect, and real. We sat down and enjoyed our sandwiches, cookies and cake, with some tea. It all tasted so good! We talked about our future, and the things we wanted to do together. Then, suddenly, she looked at me very seriously. She had a sad look, despite all the happiness we felt.

“What’s wrong?”

“You… you don’t remember, do you?” I didn’t know what she was talking about. “I can’t reach out to you… no matter how hard I try, our hands keep getting separated.” She was about to cry, I felt.

 That little perfect world that was just for us started to quickly form clouds that seemed really full. I felt stupid, hadn’t we checked the weather? It started to rain as tears ran down her face, and even when crying, she looked beautiful. 

“You’re leaving?” I didn’t want to, but I felt like we were being disconnected somehow. I couldn’t see her face anymore, she was gone. Or was it I who disappeared?  I woke up really sweaty and it certainly felt like I had caught rain. Once again, I cried. That time, because I felt like I had hurt her somehow. ‘This was supposed to be a fun hobby’, I thought, while I sobbed. Still, I was so tired from my day that I fell asleep once again. I had another dream, but this time it had nothing to do with her. Just a regular, boring dream. I couldn’t run away from Miyuu, though. My phone lock and home screen, my walls, my pajamas, even some of my dishes were merch. I ate the food she says she likes to eat, I watched the channel she says she watches in the morning, I brushed my teeth with the same toothbrush she once said she uses. Everything in my world was about Miyuu. I suddenly felt some anxiety, some fear, some feeling I didn’t understand where it came from. It eased within a few seconds, but I kept feeling sick. I had to skip classes and work, because I suddenly found myself not being able to get up properly. What was happening to me?

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 13 Rival and Mikami-san

We had just finished recording our debut song, and everyone seemed so hyped and happy. A bad feeling kept striking me that day, and I didn’t know why I felt like that. It seemed to be a curse, something that didn’t allow me to be happy. Everyone was so busy and excited that they didn’t even pay attention to me. That, except her. She pushed me to the side, and asked with those shiny eyes.

“Yumecchi, you ok?”

 I lied, but she didn’t believe me. After our session ended, everyone went their way and we went together. We walked by a bridge, and the flowers hadn’t bloomed yet. I felt like my heart was also not in season… until she came. 

“You can be honest with me. I’ll listen to your worries.” That kindness, which I had never felt before, made something burst inside me. Something happened. Something big happened that day. I spoke my feelings for the first time, and I cried in her arms. I let it all free. It hurt… but I felt comforted by her lovely touch and kind words. It had happened so long ago, but I still remembered how youthful it was. I felt like I was born again… to be held in such arms. 

 We slowly built this relationship where I could confide things to her, and she would listen to my words very carefully. Sometimes I would ask for advice, sometimes I would put my fingers between her lips and ask her to not comment on it. It worked. It was a good relationship. It was all I had, she was the only person I could trust. Now, it seemed, I had lost it. 

 That girl… Miyuu had talked about her ever since the concert. I remembered her, from past events. And whenever I searched about Miyuu online, she was the one talking about her. I hated it… she was getting all of the attention, and I was left with nothing. She shouldn’t be allowed to have it. That’s why there’s fans and there’s idols. It’s business. We’re not supposed to be making friends… and of course Miyuu would choose someone who openly declares their love over someone who’s too afraid of the word to say it. 

 I didn’t regret what I had said to Mikami-san, because those hurtful words were all I had for her. I decided I would do something about it, and fight her if I needed to. I became Mikami-san’s rival for the sake of the future with Miyuu I dreamed so fondly of. I don’t care what she or others think… I need Miyuu, and I deserve her more than anyone else.

 ☆☆☆

 “I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Please.” I heard her through the door. “Meko, let me in.” If she were to use that nickname with me… then maybe… maybe I could let her in.

“Ugh, fine.”

“Listen, what you did today…” She looked at me, as if she was trying to find her words. “You really shouldn’t have done it.”

“I’m worried, Miyuu. Like… what if she’s a stalker? O-or if she releases your secrets? People do everything for money!”

“She’s not like that… I trust her.” She looked at me with those eyes… that way that cut right through my heart. “Really… you made everyone sad.”

“As always. I always disappoint them, don’t I…”

“Don’t say that. It’s just that… you should really try to be kinder. It’ll feel good.”

“It’s easy for you to say, Miyuu… it’s easy for you to be kind. To me, it’s scary. Whenever I was kind, I was hurt.”

“Well, me too! You know about me.” She lifted up my face from my chin. “Look at me in the eyes, Meko. No one else is here but me.” That way only Miyuu had, it made me feel 2% softer every minute. “It’s not a bad thing to be good. It’s so rewarding… you have so many people that love you…”

“Because it’s a trade. I’m giving them a lot of things, and so they give me love.”

“Well, all relationships, at least the fair ones, are trades, equal trades. It’s not a bad thing.” I was slowly giving in, as always. “I want you to apologize to her.”

“I can’t promise you that… but I’ll try to not be mean to her.” 

“Uh…” Miyuu looked a little conflicted. “I suppose that’s good enough for you…”

“I don’t get it… why her? What’s so special about that girl anyways?”

“Well, she’s really sweet… I love her laugh, a-and it’s really good to have someone who supports you a lot… besides… n-no, wait, I can’t tell you that. Forget about it.” Miyuu looked away, blushing. I wondered… Was there more to it than friendship?

“Do you like her?”

“What?”

“Do you like Mikami-san, Miyuu?”

“I… I… N-no… we-we’re friends.” I knew it. She was clearly lying. I was mad before, but now I am furious. If anyone was to take Miyuu’s heart, it would be me.

“Well… do I have to remember you, Miyuu? A relationship like that would never be permissible. You’re different people… you’re both girls… and she’s not even fit. Can you imagine the scandal it would be? Your parents might not be against it, but all of the other fans will… maybe not even the members would understand it. Well, I would, but I would also be very disappointed in you, Miyuu, for picking someone so… I don’t know… try to imagine something less mean than what I’m thinking of.” She looked quite hopeless, I guess, but that meant we were even. Miyuu had broken my heart, so destroying her little fantasy didn’t hurt. Maybe that Mikami-san even thought that girls couldn’t be in love. There’s that possibility, right? Maybe she would despise the idea of Miyuu being in love with her. And when Miyuu felt the worst, I would be the only one there for her. It was a matter of time for things to turn bright for me. 

“I guess you’re right, Meko, but that’s still unkind.” Miyuu still aspired to be right, I guess… I saw tears forming in her eyes, and she turned around to leave. I hurriedly hugged her from the back. “When all goes wrong, I’ll be here for you.” My words were quite muffled by her back.

“I… I don’t get you, really, I don’t.” She cried. “I don’t know if you hate me or if you don’t… G-good night, Yumeko…” She closed the door and I kept paying attention to her footsteps until the sound was gone. Maybe that had hurt her… but couldn’t she think about how much she was hurting me? Stupid Miyuu…

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

Andrew and Miyuu, if they had a kid.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. 

Name: Alice Rosa Li

Gender: Female

General appearance: Long & wavy chocolate brown hair, large royal blue eyes, petite & dainty body, paled skin & small but pink lips

Personality: A sweet & king girl, who is rather naive, openly honest & speaks her mind often, & has a tendency to pout or cry when things don't go her way.

Special talents: Despite her age, & lack of political savvy, she has proved to be very intelligent. She can preform complex mathematical equations so long as she has a piece of paper to write down her formulas with, is an excellent when it comes to saving & handling money, & learned foreign history much sooner then all her peers.

Who they like better: Miyuu

Who they take after more: Seems an even mix of both

Personal headcanon: In this particular version of Andrew & Miyuu's ship, Alice is an only child, thus the sole heir to the throne of Camellia. Being an only child, Alice is a bit spoiled, but also is secretly quite lonely. Despite always having her mother there for her when she needed, she longed to have a friend of her own age. To fill this loneliness, she had many pets throughout her life, which always included five horses kept in the royal stables; the same amount her aunt, the Empress Suzanne of the Lareryth Empire had while she was a Princess of Camellia.

Face Claim: Princess Charlotte Abelfreyja Drossel from Violet Evergarden(Edited from Original)