#ODA YOU BASTARD HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!!!!!!

[kyros-tha-soldier]

⚠️Spoilers for OP chapter 1098⚠️

i never thought Oda would do it, I used to think about it but damn... Anyways here's the recap until we get the full summary:

-the chapter's title is about Bonney's birth, and it's even more fucked up than you think

-Ginny has been kidnapped for two years and Kuma has been searching for her.

-We find out that Ginny has been forced to marry a celestial dragon, and she ends up getting pregnant.

-apparently for some reason she contracts a disease and the same disease affected her fetus and she was discarded by her "husband"

-Kuma finally finds her, she had already gave birth to her child and is on the brink of death.

-she talks to Kuma one last time before she finally dies.

-Kuma takes her baby with him and leaves

-her baby is obviously Bonney. She had been cured of the disease (no mention of how it happened) and she lives with Kuma as her father

-We see both of them growing up together

-King Beckori, the king of Sorbet, is back and is causing absolute havoc in his own country

-Break next week

On a side note, this is just the summary so take it with a little grain of salt, until the full manga or the summary drops we won't be able to know much about what happened

[myilous]

IS THIS HOW YOU POST A FANFIC??

unfinished skk fic lololoolo (DONT MAKE FUN OF ME. I WROTE THIS IN OCTOBER 💀)

It became hard to enjoy things without a mackerel annoying your ass about any subject every aching hour. An unrequited reminder of how lovely it is without a suicidal person nagging you about women who don't share an interest in, a very romantic double suicide attempt.

 

Yet, despite everything Dazai has done, Chuuya can't help but imagine what the only 18-year-old really felt about him after Oda's death. Even going to wonder if he should have left with Dazai.

The heavy wine bottle Chuuya finished off after Kouyou had left his apartment without daring to drink a drop was now empty. Everything felt weary, and the room felt sick to look around.

God, why was he such a lightweight?

 Chuuya had seen Dazai not too long ago, a few months now. Dazai had been captured by the Black Lizards again. It all felt weird; he felt like he maybe missed Dazai. It didn't really matter. If he wanted to see that loser, he knew exactly where he would be. On his way over to watch Chuuya in his sleep, 

 In. His. Sleep. 

 What a fucking bastard! 

 Who watches others sleep? It was just another bad habit Dazai had picked up after he found himself with no real duties because he bids off his work to Atsushi or Kunikida. There were even times when Akutagawa denied his work for Chuuya because Dazai had asked him for something stupid like groceries or maybe some new bandages; his did really smell after all. Like, awful. 

 Normally, on a night like this, Chuuya would just go pick up a prostitute when he got this drunk. However, since he had Kouyou over, it really was just too late to have a stranger in his bed without waking up with them in his bed. Women just weren't fun to him. Why would you want to be tiny and 'dainty'? Chuuya always wanted to be bigger himself; even if he was a man and that's considered normal, he didn't want to be weak like that. 

 Chuuya had lost his virginity to Dazai, a reminder not to trust a guy to take you for a 'friendly' drink after going to the arcade. It really pissed Chuuya off sometimes. Who just takes someone's virginity when they're drunk out of their mind? Dazai aside, sex just wasn't the same. Chuuya wanted the ache back in between his legs. He wanted to wake up with pleasure still coating the air in his bedroom. 

 It only ever happened with Dazai. 

 Chuuya sometimes still got off to the thought of giving Dazai pleasure. Holding him in his arms till they both actually fell asleep. Rubbing his scars in the places where his bandages got loose enough to show them. It really wasn't that bad. Most of Dazai's scars were from deep cuts, not rope; they were not keloid scars, just pale lines. 

 Subtle intimacy was what they both needed more of in life anyway. Especially with what the Port Mafia and Mori can do to a man. Standing behind Chuuya, playing with his hair, also secretly tying his hair in little knots. In return, Chuuya rubs circles into his hands or thighs. 

 Were their acts actually subtle? 

 No. 

 It's okay, though. Nobody really batted an eye, even at important meetings. After all, he was working with Moris demon prodigy. Chuuya and Dazai were Mori's star showstoppers in the Port Mafia. Still, nonetheless, when Dazai left, it changed, as everyone could tell. Chuuya drank more and started lashing out at the lower ranks; it also didn't help that he couldn't go corrupt on missions now that Dazai was gone. 

 God, Chuuya was getting a funny feeling in his head and stomach now that he was thinking of Dazai, his past partner. Most embarrassingly, he felt blood rushing down there. Chuuya internally groaned, reaching down to palm down at his half-hard crotch. 

"Fuc-" 

The mackerel flopped through the window.

"WAIT, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE? YOU STUPID WOMANIZING BASTA-"

Chuuya hadn't noticed because of his little reminiscing moment; Dazai had somehow, apparently, already been watching him. Even though Chuuya was sure, he closed his curtains. Dazai tumbled through Chuuya's window ungracefully, quite frankly, in Chuuya's eyes, stupidly. Very, very stupidly. 

Chuuya hastily stumbled up and off the couch, stumbling over to try and literally kick Dazai out of his house. 

 "Whoa there, Fido!" 

Dazai rolled on the wooden floor to avoid Chuuyas kicking fit. Dazai grumbled standing up, chastely dusting off his coat, well mumbling comments on how the short people of this world are always so much more aggressive for no real reason. 

 ".. Somebody's in a bad mood."

 "Yeah? Well, nobody told me I had a trash delivery on my fine night at my home."

Dazai let the comment go through one ear and out the other, quickly moving his attention onto something else in the room so that he could ignore Chuuya's obvious slurring as he tried back-mouthing him. His eyes quickly latched onto the unopened, expensive-looking wine. Expensive is Chuuya's favorite when he really needs to distress after a day gone on to long. It just so happens that Dazai's favorite drink at the moment happens to be anything that Chuuya values or has saved to drink at times. It feels like that kind of time, right?

"Ooooh, Chuuuuuuya!~" 

"You are not drinking, my 89 Petrus." 

Dazai didn't listen; he went and opened Chuuyas wine. As Dazai took speed over to the wine bottle and back to Chuuya's couch, Chuuya just stood there speechless. Did this loser really just do that? Why the hell would he even dare touch the wine? 

Dazai got comfortable on the couch, making sure to sit on the leftmost cushion, Chuuya's favorite spot. "Coooome on, Chibi, have a drink with me!" Dazai said that like Chuuya could drink anymore; he was shaking where he was standing in the room, just staring at Dazai. However, how bad could one more glass hurt? Just one. 

Chuuya decided just one glass with him wouldn't be all that bad. 

Chuuya stumbled over the couch, landing right next to the person currently invading his beloved drinking time. Dazai pulled him closer softly, having it so Chuuyas head was resting on his chest. Chibi could be a friendly drunk if you give him a little time. Dazai gently petted his head, and Chuuya, in return, wrapped his hands around Dazai's waist. Serene moments like this between the two were rare, especially because a certain bag of bandages could not sit still for the life of him sometimes. "Mmm~ Dazai, you're so fluffy." Chuuya was clearly out of his mind. However, they do say drunken words speak for sober thoughts.

"Oh my Chibi, you're really drunk, aren't you?" Dazai gave Chuuya's head a little pat and kiss, then grabbed his legs, moving them up on the couch so that his head was now lying in his lap. Chuuya started nuzzling his head into his lap. This, however, only weakened the others will to not just jerk off to the ginger right now. 

As Chuuya felt something stiffening against his neck, knowing what it was, he started mouthing against Dazai's crotch. The ugly brown-haired doofus's breath hitched, melting into Chuuya's touch. 

Now, having started to straddle Dazai's lap, Chuuya started grinding on his thigh, savoring the little clothed friction against his shaft he was getting. "Oh Chuuya, if only you could see yourself right now.." Dazai could make out the shape of Chuuya's hard on through his tight pants, already leaking pre-cum and making a wet spot on his pant. Dazai was totally going to laugh in Chuuya's face the next time they saw each other.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Momo literally said "do like the tree and leave" 😂

7 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

I just read One Piece 1054 and... WTF IS GOING ON!?

Thoughts and spoilers under the cut

The good:

I'm happy to know Sabo is doing fine and that his unit was able to rescue Kuma and escape, apparently, unharmed.

I also don't believe he killed Cobra and I'd dare to say Vivi escaped with him too. Please let this be true. The poor woman has suffered a lot already.

I love how the Marine and the World Government are freaking out. YESSS let there be chaos, baby!!!

Seeing Shanks and his crew being all proud of Luffy was rather heartwarming 🥰

Shanks is finally going for the One Piece and I hope we finally get to see his fighting style 😍

Momo, my child, I'm so proud of you 😭

Also, Yamato taking no shit. You go, king!!!

I kinda want to see Marco kicking Ryokugyu's ass. Although if Sabo does it I won't complain 🔥🔥🔥

The bad:

F*cking Ryokugyu!!! Can you give Wano a f*cking break!? I already hate that bastard and I hope he gets his ass kicked soon. I know this won't happen, but one can only dream.

I hope the fight against Ryokugyu doesn't mean we'll see more samurai dying. After Izo's and Ashura's death my heart won't handle another loss 😭

No news on my beloved idiot A.K.A. Buggy D. Clown. I need to know why he became a Yonko!!!

The worse:

Shank's crew going for Barto's head. I know he has it coming, but please Oda I don't want to see my baby die 😭

I really hope Shanks doesn't turn out to be the bad guy. I still trust him, but not as much as I did (?)

9 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

Forget Mihawk. Zoro will have to defeat Buggy D. Clown in order to become the world's greatest swordsman.

10 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

I need one thing from Netflix and one thing only: to see Jeff Ward in his Buggy D. Clown costume.

31 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Well done Buggy! Well fucking done!

53 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

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[300iqprower]

[Context: Fate inspired Record of Ragnarok AU. Not actually the same takes on the figures though. About halfway through a somewhat one-sided first round, someone interjects.]

Uesugi Kenshin vs Bishamonten: Breaking Point

…….get up…….

…………….GET…UP……

………………………GET UP….!

“I SAID GET UP ‘TORA, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

Kenshin’s remaining eye shot open and, finding it by the crimson cape standing out in the crowd, her gaze began to focus enough to see a figure barely being held back from leaping by several others.

“Oda…….why do you still….?”

Nobunaga kept shouting even as the crowd went dead silent. “Repay?! Mercy?! CUT THE ACT! I know you don’t buy into that shit; that bullshit, easy way out of a lie!”

Drip

Kagetora’s seeping blood ran cold and she instinctively raised to all fours, as the sight of the demon king crying only began to sink in.

“I don’t give a damn what any of these people say about you…and I sure as hell don’t care what some up themselves gods say…I know you! I know you were always alone, you were always hurting, you were always…afraid…always afraid, because you never felt afraid…!”

One could hear the shriek of air as Nobunaga sharply breathed in.

“SO DON’T YOU DARE CALL WHATEVER THIS BASTARD SHOWED YOU, HOW LITTLE HE GAVE YOU, A MERCY! You’re better than that…I know you are…! I always knew you were…! Better than just taking it…better than bowing to that kind of trash…better than believing lies because it was easier than facing truths!”

Kagetora clenched her eyes shut in pain as she forced herself further up, feeling blood run from one eye and tears from the other.

Yet she opened them both once more, if only to look her friend in the eye, and Nobunaga’s voice ringing clearer for it.

“SO STOP LISTENING TO WHAT THIS PRICK HAS TO SAY, GET THE HELL UP, AND KICK HIS FUCKING ASS!!!”

The railing cracked as Nobunaga’s grip tightened, their own men struggling to keep their Daimyo from diving into the arena themself.

…Because….

…….Because….!

“Because, if I see you bow your head to the one that abandoned you….

…If I see you give up against the monster that made your life hell…!”

As their eyes met, Nobunaga’s voice finally broke as tears burst forth.

“I’LL NEVER FUCKING FORGIVE YOU, GOT IT?!”

——

After what felt like an eternity of silence….Kenshin stood, slowly, once again. And to both her and the gods’ surprise, humanity burst into a roar.

EI...EI...OH...!

“THAT’S IT, GET UP, NAGAO!”

EI! EI! OH!

“YOU’RE THE ONLY GOD OF WAR *WE* HAVE!”

EI! EI! OH!

“NOW SHOW THEM THAT HUMANS AREN’T GONNA GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!”

”E I !  E I !  O H !”

As the chant became deafening, Bishamonten scoffed barely loud enough for even Kenshin to hear.

“….Tch…Feeble fools of fleeting fervor.” Slowly, the god raised his spear. “But I will make of you an example, as one who neglects the will of your god for the words of a demon. Just as I have promised you my child, a most blessed fate you shall receive, for there is no greater honor.”

“Blessed…..fate…..?”

S H I N G

There was a gleam of metal and flash of sparks, and the gods looked on in sudden shock and horror as a whirlwind of metal sprung forth from Kenshin’s off-side and caught the Fortune Spear, all as the Nanatsuya-no-Yari sliced Bishamonten clean open. The blood sprayed like mist, and for the first time Bishamonten’s stance broke.

“WHOAH-OH-OH,” Ratatoskr jumped back out of the arena entirely as a crushing bloodlust filled it. “WHATEVER THAT LOUDMOUTH SAID, IT SEEMS TO HAVE GIVEN UESUGI KENSHIN A SECOND WIND!”

A trio of divine audience members, or rather a pair and a sulking figure behind them, looked on with less surprise than most. One with a pair of golden blades strapped to the back of traditional robes embroidered with thunderclouds spoke quietly if firmly. “So…she does still have it…What a terrifying thought, to know how much she was holding back.”

[Take-Mikazuchi: Shinto God of Thunder]

A coarse heckle came from the other one. “Oy oy oy…Aniki, don’t tell me you seriously thought the runt wasn’t gonna be packin one of my masterpieces..?” Slouched back in his seat but looking at the fight with wild eyes, a man sat of similar build but with no shirt, ripped and burnt shorts, and bandages on his torso, arms, and legs underneath a veritable king’s ransom of sword-like charms made of precious metals. “This might be a worthwhile show yet…”

[Futsunushi: Shinto God of Swords]

…And on the other side, Takeda turned to Nobunaga with a wry grin. “Aha! I can’t believe I was so absentminded as to forget the Hakka. No wonder you were so certain of her chances, Oda!”

Nobunaga’s face turned redder than their eyes as they rubbed them. “…Oh, r-right. The eight-flowering whatever...Yeah, that’s definitely why.”

In a matter of moments Takeda stared at his fellow daimyo, let out a sigh, then chuckled in spite of himself before turning back to the combatants.

In the arena, Bishamonten’s stoic disposition was gone as pain seared through his torso and he looked at Kenshin with a mix of agitation, indignation, and disbelief; however, he was most focused on the adorned weapon in Kenshin’s hand. “A chakram…made of Gou swords?”

Indeed, gripped tightly in Kenshin’s hand previously oft-used for defense, there was a veritable disc of blades, eight hooked swords all merged at the base with a special hilt that fit Kenshin seemed to have no trouble holding onto.

Even if her body had moved, however, Kenshin’s train of thought had never ended. Almost impossible to notice, she had remained trembling throughout at those thoughts racing through her.

“Takeda…you were right. As you always were.

Oda…it seems I was more deserving of the title Fool.”

Kenshin’s expression cracked as true anger coursed through her veins, and the words from her mouth were veritably coated with vitriol.

“Indeed, how foolish I’ve been.

For so long, I waited for an answer…

For so long, I prayed for a blessing…

For so long, I turned to a god…”

She looked up to her counterpart with fury in her eyes.

“Whose intentions I always knew.

Whose aid I was never gifted!

Whose mercy I never felt!

Whose fortunes I never needed!”

Bishamonten’s mouth began to curl. “If you would reject my acceptance, then you will be truly alone! All I had ever done was offer you a place you belonged! A role you could fill! As was YOUR wish! But it seems this ‘dragon’ is not as wise as they would appear! It seems their patience is lacking, and their ungratefulness overflowing! Thus, it seems…” in a golden flash of light, a powerful gale swept through the arena and sending shockwaves through the crowd, and Bishamonten drew a radiant gold Shichishito from his pagoda, before taking a new stand with it raised high and heavenly lightning striking the blade the moment he did so. “…That as a Heavenly King, I must put this dog of war down as a final mercy!”

Many looked in a new horror at the literal golden god now visibly and tangibly uncapped, only for their bewilderment to increase as they turned to Kenshin.

“A…after all that, is she-?”

“-trembling?! Humanity’s God of War?!”

“Who can blame her?! Even for something like that, if they’re up against a genuine War god-“

Ahahah…

“Wait, shut up. What’s that noise…?”

Ehehehahhahahahaha…!

Slowly but surely all eyes turned to the source: The woman in the arena, now trembling with laughter.

“Ahaheheheh….Dog, you say?

How wrong you are. It’s quite the opposite.”

Raising her head, a deranged smile, devoid of joy, one of pure excitement in the face of what any other would dread, was plastered across Kagetora’s face.

“I recall earlier, Bishamonten…you said a Dragon of Eichigo could never hope to match a Dragon of War. How FORTUNATE for me then, that such a dragon was not meant to stop you...No, it was only ever there…”

She clutched her weapon with forked grip, grinned wide, and looked up at the golden god with frenzied eyes and unflinching will.

“…So that its wisdom might have drowned out a savage Tiger’s wrath!“

[aarcanechaoss]

Ryoko Headcannons

I realised I haven’t made one for our little Dragon

Firstly we can’t even deny that she definitely has a thing for Fyodor, whether she realises it or not

The answer is not she straight up doesn’t have a clue

She and Chuuya were each others first kiss - I’ll leave that there

No I won’t leave it it was truth or dare blame Dazai

She is a pyromaniac and not just because of her ability she just really likes fire 🔥

She’s most likely to become captain of YPHS after the third years “leave”

Again fire- she once set one of Akutagawa’s cravats on fire

She’s very strong- as seen throwing Dazai over her shoulder

Has 100% also thrown Akutagawa over her shoulder and he was not impressed

Likes getting Gin to braid her hair, like she’s alright at it but really she only knows how to do a basic plait, ponytail, pigtails and bun… yeah she doesn’t do much

Doesn’t like to wear a lot of makeup really only wears concealer, powder and mascara- maybe eyeliner depends on her mood

She she was younger she had brown hair but when Reiko decided to say hello her hair turned pink.

Has a tick that flares when she’s stressed, tired or angry- she tends to jerk her head and it’ll either be sharp and noticeable or small and unseen (unless you are Fyodor Dostoevsky and can see every fucking thing)

Again definitely has a thing for Fyodor

She has big sister energy and is often a little to protective of the first years

She and Higuchi do not get along, she thinks if Higuchi laid off on Aku maybe she’d be able to tolerate her easier

(No hate to her tho but I love my girl)

Definitely teases Gin and Atsushi about their relationship whether it exists or not she tries to set them up against the ire of Gin’s brother

She’s the Ace due to her strength, speed and adaptability

Please she’s a flirt! But usually only towards shy people because she thinks it’s funny/ gives them a boost

I also won’t deny that she’s very dirty minded, she hides it well for the most part and is usually pretty subtle when saying dirty jokes unless she’s with Fyodor or Chuuya or even Atsushi and Junichiro if she wants to tease them

She loves cuddles please give her a cuddle she will love you forever

Like she has her own room at the dorms (they all do since there isn’t that many students) and sometimes gets lonely so she sneaks into Fyodor or Chuuya’s room

Once she snuck into Akutagawa’s and he made Chuuya take her away lol

Due to the dragon side she likes to hoard shiny things like rocks or coins or just generally anything free and eye catching lol.

She hoarded hairpins/clips etc for a while and when Fyodor started growing out his hair she decided to annoy him by casually handing him ones that she didn’t like anymore like a drug deal

Just imagine “hey… hey Rat bastard-“ “yes?” Slides envelope… “open it.” “… the fuck.”

Ryoko respects the ever loving fuck out of Oda, Ranpo and Hirotsu

Dazai and her are like chaotic siblings they love each other but like to tease and bully the other too

Becomes friends with Bokuto pretty quick because they both seem to be balls of energy and can be boisterous

Definitely saw through Oikawa’s ploy to be friends just for tips on how to beat YPHS.

Is wayyy more chaotic than people give her credit for but purely because she knows what annoys people and exploits it

Did she hit on Suga? Maybe… Semi?- maybe… Sakusa yeah. Akaashi yep. Can’t deny it but she did it lovingly because she’s one of those people who do it when she’s comfortable around people

Definitely picked up on Kageyama’s social ineptness and Tsukki’s uh… salty nature pretty fast and decided to help sort it out

Like don’t get me wrong Tsukishima is great but there has to be a line drawn on how far you can “tease” Kageyama about the whole King thing because it’s pretty obvious the boy just isn’t comfortable socially

Lmao anyway I should stop before I give away anything important lmaoooo

[kukukape]

Richard Malik x Operative: The Whistleblower

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•••

Richard had to admit, he'd come up with more... enjoyable plans than this one. He grunted as the Albion thug's knee collided with his stomach, again. Wanker was enjoying this way too much.

His eyes flicked to the camera ever so subtly. Not that the bastard would've noticed, he was too busy trying to decide which way to assault Richard Malik next. But he could see it moving around a bit sporadically, as if its operator were trying to get his attention.

And even in the midst of great pain, he had to fight a smirk. Things were already going accordingly.

"U-ugh!" He grunted as the Albion guard pulled him up by his hair and punched him in the face.

Welp, time to fall back into character.

"I-I'm not who you think I am, I-I swear!"

A slap across the face. Backhanded. Richard had to admit, that hurt his pride more than it did his face.

"You're Malik! A SIRS officer and a leaky fucking twat!" Richard, with his forehead resting against the cold concrete, found himself wanting to smile at his own notoriety.

Malik. That name carried weight in SIRS. In London's infrastructure of justice and security. This scared, begging persona wasn't him. This was a choice.

He was a spy. Slippery, and willing to relinquish his true character for his mission.

His breathing quickened with faux fear as the Albion officer picked him up by the collar, bunching up his silken silver tie amidst the action. "That's not me, I s-swear to god, please- PLEASE-"

---

Angel's heart nearly stopped when Bagley cut the feed. "Fuck…" she whispered. She had half a mind to curl up on the curb and let a grey gloom consume her, but Bagley was too much of a dick to allow that.

"Fuck is right! And fucking dead is what he'll be if you don't hurry," he said in his not-so-robotic deadpan.

Dead. Murdered. Killed?

All words and possibilities that resonated with Angel. She took a deep shaky breath, squeezing the steering wheel of her Atterley. "Drop a pin please, Bags," she said.

"I already did, while you were having a little panic attack."

Instead of meeting his snark with her own, Angel kicked the car into gear, speeding towards the construction site. From first gear to third, then sixth... and she was skidding to a stop by the sidewalk before she knew it.

Her optik buzzed as someone got onto comm. It was Brian, the team's most senior hitman. "Scope the place out before you go in. This could be a trap for all we know, so-"

The soft patters of a silenced P9, followed by two separate cries cut Brian off.

"Angel! Bagley, what's she-"

"She's storming the place like the baboon cousin she is!" Bagley exclaimed, "You know for a spy, she's rather uncovert." Which only said the absolute least.

The bodies were shrouded before the spy moved on, picking off another soldier just as they were turning the corner. A bullet between his eyes before he even knew he was in danger, and cloaked to make his death even less apparent.

Pressed against a corner wall, Angel took her phone out and let the news drone above become her eyes. "Bagley, help me find him," she said urgently.

"There's a closed off room in the back. Try there," he said. Angel jumped from camera to camera, her heart squeezing a bit every time she didn't see Richard.

Just when she was about to crack her phone in her grip, she saw him. Wrists tied, on his knees, gaze trained on the floor as he tried to catch his breath.

Angel knew this picture of him. Years ago, in a dirt-floored cell where they huddled together for just an inch of warmth. The image made her shudder, so forcefully mentally that she did so physically too.

She flinched again when Brian came over the comm. "Alright, there he is. I suggest you take out the rest of the guards before you go in," he said.

From soldier, to spy, and now to soldier again. Angel nodded as she squeezed the hilt of her gun. "I'll get right on it."

---

Richard chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at the floor. He could feel a pair of eyes on him once again, staring through that same metal lense. He didn't dare turn to look, didn't dare break character.

Until he heard the camera screech, as if it wanted him to turn. And, flinching in surprise, he did.

He looked at the camera, wondering why the DedSec operative who'd come for him wanted to make their presence so known. Richard eyed the camera for a moment, searching for something deeper beyond the blank, metallic lense.

Of course, he found nothing. But just the notion of the operative- who he was all too sure was finally here- trying to communicate you're safe, it's okay, made him want to chuckle.

He gave the camera an acknowleding smirk, and ever so slight tilt of his head.

"AHH!" A soldier just outside screamed.

Richard's head whipped around again, and he heard some indecipherable yelling, along with the heavy footsteps of Albion-approved military boots. Somebody was obviously getting their ass kicked outside, because he only heard one person grunting in pain as limbs connected with their target.

Then silence.

He never really liked the quiet. It meant that nothing was happening, and for Richard, something always had to be happening. He couldn't predict quiet. Couldn't scheme it, outsmart it.

Thank god it didn't last long, before the metal door squealed open and quiet footsteps pittered in.

Richard kept his gaze down, as would a man currently fearing for his life. He'd been that enough times to know how to imitate it.

The 'fwoop' of a knife unsheathing made him flinch genuinely. But a steady, smooth... familiar voice eased him.

"Easy. It's just me," she said. Just me, she said. As if he were supposed to know her.

And he did. Oh lord, he did. And the mixture of fear, anger, regret, and happiness in him was too genuine for somebody so used to lying in the face of everyone short of his mother and father's graves.

The fearful part of him was scared to turn around and look at her as she cut through his restraints easily. But he didn't have a choice really, as she walked around and kneeled in front of him, cupping his face with both hands and searching for any injuries to his visage.

Richard was a confident man. Strong, assured, and decorated from head to toe in awards that highlighted his ingenius.

But he looked like a dumb fish in that moment, his mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide.

"…Angel?" He asked softly as her calloused fingertips subconsciously brushed across his brow, stretching down to touch his jaw.

---

"That's my name," she said dryly as she searched his face, looking anywhere but his eyes. Her hand reached into the pocket on his shirt, where she knew he kept a handkerchief. "Hold still, you look horrible," she said. Not that a handkerchief was gonna fix that, but whatever.

She wiped blood from his jaw, and the bits that had gotten onto his cheek. She chewed on the inside of her cheek to keep more words than necessary from escaping her.

I missed you.

Are you okay?

I know this is a farce, so what are you playing?

All reasonable, but Angel couldn't utter any of them. Because Richard Malik, her friend for all of their youth, her partner in war, her lover for that one night back in college, was right in front of her.

She raked a hand through his hair, which was as close to saying I'm glad you're okay as she was gonna get. And he grabbed her wrist gently.

Brown eyes met a lighter shade. Both of them soft, affectionate, and untrusting.

"You're Dedsec," he said it firmly but quietly. Looking for confirmation. Hoping she'd say no, she just happened to be walking down the street and decided to shoot up a restricted Albion area for shits and giggles.

But she nodded. And a pride she never had while working at SIRS shined in her eyes.

Angel helped him to his feet and cleared her throat. They clearly weren't gonna do the whole "So what've you been up to the past six years?" thing, so she spoke first, "We got the call from you. What was that all about?"

A look of shock passed over Richard's eyes. And Angel could tell what he was thinking. Probably wondering where that smile she always used to greet him with had gone.

But he remembered himself quicklyc straightening his tie with a nervous hand. "I'll upload the intelligence onto an anonymous FTP. You can sort through it-"

"No, I want to hear it from you," Angel cut him off rigidly.

Richard inhaled as his whole "My name is Richard Malik, herdyderdyder," speech was thrown out the window. "I believe I've discovered who Zero-Day really is; rogue SIRS officers from the CT unit who then framed Dedsec for the TOAN bombings."

"Men working under you?" Angel raised one elegant brow. "I always got the impression the CT unit was always fiercely loyal," she commented.

And back to the games they went. This time, for the first time, against each other.

He let out a humorless laugh. "You know how good I am at making enemies," he said, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait, Richard," she said quickly. Angel's hand shot out to grab his arm. He looked down at her in surprise.

…Down at her.

Since when was he so damn tall? And handsome…

No, no, stop it, monkey brain.

"I…" Angel's jaw moved uselessly for a moment, before she simply yanked him into am embrace. Richard made a surprised sound. Way too many surprises for one day for him.

But this one, he could tolerate.

Hesitantly, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders while hers linked around his neck tightly. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and he could smell the shampoo drifting from her hair. "It's… good to see you again, Angel," he said quietly.

Angel chuckled once, before inhaling sharply and slowly pulling away. Out of his reach once again.

"We'll, uh... check out the info," she said, nodding before moving to step by him. But she paused by the door, then reached back over to him. Richard watched dumbly as she fixed his silver tie, straightening it back up and patting his chest twice. And she smiled.

"You grew up nicely, Richard," she said, before slipping out the door.

Richard stood there dumbly for a moment, a thousand different things racing through his head.

But the one thing that stood out the most was the fact that his plans had definitely just been shaken.

~end~

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A dash (read: barrel) of angst in the form of Mitsuhide? Perhaps he's been solving incident after incident, but misses a barely-connected overarching gathering of information between them that centers around endangering MC, or she's somewhere unexpected while he's working and gets caught in the crossfire, or people think he's a traitor and takes it out on MC, or lots of other stuff! Mitsuhide's a wonderful angst magnet for us. Loads of things to go for, throw stuff out there! c:

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Mitsuhide Angst Headcanon: letting stress out on the MC when she is almost killed

“I miss you in my bed,” you had whispered the night before.

How he wanted to lay down in the comfort of your soft embrace.

You were almost killed today. He would have followed you to the grave if you had. He blamed himself entirely; and that blame, that fear, that heart wrenching thought that continued to linger in the back of his mind, that one day you could very well be killed, and it could be his fault, lead to his aggression and anger towards you.

Here is where it all began:

Mitsuhide was investigating on a recent attack on Nobunaga’s life when he was touring Kyoto. 

These were no ordinary bandits; Nobunaga’s life was almost nearly stripped, and all of Azuchi’s fearless warlords knew this was a more serious case then ronin.

For weeks, he had been investigating. Late nights, some days not seeing you, and that was the real thing that was killing him. He’d never admit it, but he was tired. And this investigation seemed to drag on, and on, and he was getting nowhere.

Until he found the bastards. Each warlord, you too, took a sigh of relief when Nobunaga called for a war council so Mitsuhide could share the important information, and planning could begin.

They were not just relieved to have a lead, but everyone could see the frustration and turmoil in Mitsuhide as he fought with all his might to find these men.

Mitsuhide asked you not attend the war council.

“Why not?” 

In truth, he didn’t want you to attend because he’d discovered the culprit behind the attacks was actually an elder posing as a beggar in the city. 

You had become great friends with the man, usually stopping to give him whatever you can, having lunch with him, and such.

Unfortunately, he was actually a very famous samurai, and he was out for Nobunaga’s head.

Mitsuhide did not want you to find out this way. He didn’t want you to have to hear their plans to kill the guy. He also didn’t want you to find out the man was using you.

he knew you had connections to the Oda all along. 

So he lied. He told you Nobunaga had asked for you to not attend this meeting.

He gently caressed your cheek, before cupping your chin and tilting your head back. Your pout was adorable, but he didn’t want to see that now. “I promise you. This is almost over.”

The council began, smoothly at first. Mitsuhide gave all the information he had, and was praised by his lord. Then Hideyoshi continued with what he had,

and the planning began from there. The seven warlords began to strategize; when they’d attack, how, where. It was all going smoothly to plan,

until a horrid scream came from the courtyard.

Mitsuhide recognized it in a heartbeat, and was on his feet in seconds. The door was swung open, and he shoved past vassals who were shouting, “Enemy attack!”

He couldn’t find you, where were you? His mind was screaming. Were you kidnapped? Shit.

“Mitsuhide!”

In a bed of grass, he saw you, flailed on your back as you fought off the old samurai who’s dagger was pointed towards your neck. Your hands were shaking as you gripped the wrist of the man, fighting to keep the knife from slicing down into your throat, killing you instantly.

The tip was so close to piercing your skin. It just barely touched.

Mitsuhide shot. Ending it there.

He dragged you back to his manor, not speaking a word. His face was hard and his mind was racing.

He pulled you to his room, and went straight to work. Not speaking a word. 

This went on for hours.

“Mitsuhide…?”

Your soft voice… was so angelic. He wants to hear you say his name again, he wants to always have your voice imprinted in his mind… but if he hears you speak it again, he’ll be reminded of how he almost lost it.

“Mitsuhide?”

So beautiful. And he could have never heard it again. Never hear you say his name. Or the soft little murmurs you make in your sleep. Or the way you laugh that’s a little high pitched and chirpy, but he could listen to it all day.

“Mitsuhide, please look at me.”

Your eyes are rare gems, and how he was able to obtain them, he’d never know. So he couldn’t look at you, because he almost lost those gems. If he was a second too late, he could have stared into them having lost all light.

He wants you to just go back to your sewing. He wants you to just leave him be so he can focus once again. He needs time to relax, he’s so tense.

He can feel your soft palm against his cheek, fingers just caressing his warm skin. And your hand goes down to his shoulder, down his arm, and to his hands, where you slowly begin to pull the quill from his hand.

He’s ready to let it drop, to succumb to your warm touch, but instead,

A fire was suddenly lit within him.

 And it burned.

“Foolish girl! Did you forget you were almost killed today?!” he snapped. “Are you that heedless of what is going on right now? Dragging my attention away to do some silly charade of yours will only put not only you in more danger, but the whole of Azuchi,

“So I suggest if you have nothing useful to say, or do, you just continue to mindlessly sew with no care in the world.”

You didn’t look angry. You look hurt as you stood in front of him, hands pulled back to your chest with an aghast look on your face. He could see the tears brimming in your eyes.

He regretted his harshness immediately, but he stood by what he was saying. He needed you to understand, you were almost killed. You could have died, and it would have been because he told you to stay outside. He was trying to protect you, but in the end put you in more danger.

But your tears broke his heart. You turned away from him, nodding, hugging yourself tightly. 

He heard you sniffle and begin to quickly wipe at your face.

“You’re right, so I’ll just leave for now to let you work,” you mumble, heading for the door.

If he could smash his head against a wall right now, he would. He snapped again; “No, you will stay here. Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

“Oh, I listened to everything you said. Especially the part about me being useless. So I’ll get out of your way.” You turned back towards the door.

He could kick himself. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t. He was terrified. He’d never been so scared in his life.

He was on his feet in an instant, striding towards you to grab your arm and yank you back. 

You squeaked as he did. 

His gold orbs sharpened; you could get lost in those eyes, as if drifting on clouds, b right now, you felt you were crashing in the waves of his fury that mirrored through his eyes.

There were tears streaming down your face, even with the defiant look you gave him. It didn’t stop him from continuing to yell; 

“You are just as dense as the day we met. You don’t understand a thing. You don’t understand that if you walk out that door right now, there could be someone behind there ready to kill you. Because of your connections to Nobunaga, and because of your connections to me, you have a target the size of the castle on your back.

“So for heaven-sakes, just listen for once and quit being so stubborn.”

He begins to pull you back in the room, but you tug your arm from his grip and press a hard shove to his back. He snaps back around with a glare, but he’s met with a hard smack to his face.

If looks could kill, he’d be crucified. 

“You’re wrong, Mitsuhide. I understand completely. I understand more than you believe. I understand because every night I am watching you work to keep me, and everyone else safe. I understand, because I am at every meeting, and I hear what you say about the danger we are in, and what is still needed to be done to create the peaceful Japan we strive for.

“I understand because I’ve watched you work endlessly at night to find these men and bring them down. I’ve watched you stress over this for so long. We all have.

“So don’t you dare try and tell me I don’t understand. That’s a lousy cop out for how you’re feeling right now, which again, I understand.”

Oh, he could scream. “Cop out!? You don’t understand,” he growled. “All you have just said hasn’t shown any understanding of your throat almost being slit today, and it would have been my fault.”

“Why do you keep blaming yourself for this?” you retaliate. “No one could see that attack on the castle coming.”

“You were in that garden when they attacked. If you had been in the council, you’d have never been attacked.”

You laughed, breathlessly, your hands frantically shook in front of you as you retorted, “That’s not your fault! I wasn’t allowed in that meeting. It was Nobunaga who said I wasn’t to attend-“

“I lied!”

He hollered it. 

It was almost so out of character. Not the lying, but his broken scream. He lied to you in order to protect you, but it didn’t at all, and he would have to live with that. His hands ringed through his snowy hair, knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.

You watched, heartbroken, as he suddenly broke down in front of you. There was no holding back already, but if there was anything in him that he was restraining him, it was all out now.

“I lied to you and it almost got you killed! I didn’t want you to hear how that… that fucking old man you had become friends with was using you just to get to the throne. I didn’t want you to hear how you were betrayed, and I didn’t want you to feel the pain of that.

“I didn’t want you to hear our gruesome plans of killing the man. I didn’t want you to hear about all the torture we had done to just get this information.

“I wanted to protect you from it, so I told you to stay outside, but instead of protecting you, my ineptness almost killed you. I almost lost you today, and it would have been my…”

his voice began to fade as his gaze lowered down to your arm— the arm he had yanked on to stop you from leaving the room. A bright red hand print had appeared. 

“… fault.”

He did that. That was him.

He felt hot; really, really hot. His face was burning, and his eyes hurt. Why couldn’t he see you clearly, why did everything looks so distorted? He didn’t realize he was crying until he looked down and saw his teardrops plunking against the wooden floors. There was an unbearable pain in his chest,

he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand. He crashed to his knees, his bones making a painful sound against the wooden floor boards.  

He sobbed. 

He wanted to stop, but for some reason he couldn’t. He could only muster a thousand,

“I’m so sorry.”

He’d never felt so broken before.

He’d never felt so pathetic.

He’d never felt so much pain before.

He felt cold.

But then he was warm. He couldn’t see properly at first, but he could feel the encompass of warm arms wrapping around his shaking form. He could hear the gentle shushing in his ear, and feel rain of kisses along his face, collecting his tears.

“We’re not going to fight anymore on this,” you whispered into his hair, hands stroking up and down his back soothingly. “We are not going to fight.”

He slumped in your arms, the fire that had been ablaze within him had finally gone out as he lost all fight. He began to relax in your arms, listening to you console him. I should be comforting you, he thought. Why am I acting like this?

“I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“I know you are.”

You help him from the ground, taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the futon. You carefully pull back the blankets, and pull him down and under.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m going to sleep, and you are too.”

“I—“

You silence him with a kiss, allowing your lips to linger. “No, Mitsuhide. You need to rest now. We all do. Look at how tired you are. Look at how it’s bringing you down. You’ve worked so hard, and now you need to rest. We will figure this all out in the morning, so for now, we are going to sleep.”

Mitsuhide didn’t fight as you pulled him to your chest, his cheek pressing against your soft breasts, your arms wrapped tightly around him. 

For once, he allowed himself to be pampered this way. He closed his eyes and let sleep succumb him. 

He’d take your words to heart. Tomorrow he’ll fix things. 

Tonight, he will rest.

He remembers what you said those couple nights ago; “I miss you in my bed.”

He missed it too. So, so much more than you could imagine.

~~~~~

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The Odd Pair 9

Warning: Cursing (foul language)

Shingen took the last meeting almost at eight o'clock in the evening. Just as the same others Nolan was making a fuss that could had been handle thru an email. The man continued his prying on Shingen's private life, which was starting to ring some alarms inside his head. His fears were confirmed when he and Selene met at one of the public outings.

“Oh Mr., Takeda what a coincidence. Who is your lovely companion, what a beautiful woman you have here.” Nolan took a step toward Selene who then met him halfway extending her hand.

“Selene Craig. And whom am I meeting?” Selene tone was courteous, her voice soft friendly.

“Ah your beauty had made forgot my manners, I am Alexander Nolan at your service madam.” Nolan took Selene's hand mid air kissing her backhand while giving her a lustful look.

Selene managed to fight back the urge of slapping him. Now her level of anxiety spiked a bit than already it was. The event was a charity, to help build houses at lower costs. It was an organization that Shingen always worked with in order to help others. Selene felt safe with Shingen until a bunch of women started to run into him. Many, were discreet, while others were pretty obvious on her advances. Selene was smiling politely, her smile didn't reach her ears. At some point during the event Shingen started to get worried when she became silent.

During the dinner, Selene barely touched her food. Controlling her jealousy was proving a tremendous feat for her. Nobunaga made a rare appearance, giving her some relief. He took her to dance while Shingen, was surrounded by a group of women. He saw the pair dancing feeling a bit jealous. Before, that group of women surrounding him will be like heaven for him. Right now, the only woman he cares about is on the dancing floor with another man. Nobunaga smirked seeing Shingen trying to get rid of the group. During one of the turns, he pushed Selene closer to him.

“It seems the Tiger is no longer amused by the harem.”

“And you pushing me close to you have a purpose besides whispering in my ear?” Selene noticed how Shingen's face changed the moment Nobunaga pushed her close to him.

“That man is not seeing what he is losing, for paying attention to those women. I still don't know why your father made that testament.” Nobunaga shrugs innocently with a mischievous smile on his face.

Selene had to laugh, for as long as she can remember Nobunaga and Shingen had always got a rivalry that went on almost any field except their respective jobs. While Shingen became the CEO of his own company, Nobunaga aimed for a law firm. Still they raced for who got certain girl. Nobunaga although, a bit non-filter kind of guy had always a soft spot for Selene, he like Masamune protected her like a sister. She had to laugh at the prospect of him trying to making Shingen jealous.

“I believe you picked the wrong woman to pick a fight with Takeda.” Nobunaga gave a big grin.

“Guess again.” a familiar warmth was felt from behind when suddenly Shingen appeared behind her.

“May I?” Selene felt his intensity without even looking at his eyes.

“Can you just wait till the next song?” Nobunaga was provoking Shingen on purpose. His half smile was contrasting with Shingen's stone face.

“Oda, please this is not the place nor the time. Could you please, do me the favor I asked you? I will be grateful.” Raising an eyebrow full of himself, Nobunaga kissed Selene's forehead, while leaving the dance floor.

Shingen felt like boiling at the way Nobunaga was treating Selene. Trying to diffuse his anger, he took Selene's hand, then put the other on her back making her be too close to him.

Selene felt his body hot against her, her desire was getting rattle up, by Shingen's sudden possessive behavior.

“Is everything all right?”

“ What favor you asked Oda?” Shingen's tone was furious.

Selene frown, “Shingen was wrong?”

“I'm just wondering with which one of the guy's you slept with. I mean giving your performance in bed with me, I gather you weren't a virgin...” Shingen regretted the moment he let the words out. Selene turned pale, her eyes watered turning into shinning crystals. Taking a deep breath, while blinking several times, she turned around leaving him alone on the dance floor. Nobunaga went behind her until he reached her.

“Hey, what happened?”

“I need to get out of here, just let me go.”

“Come on, let's go.” taking Selene's arm, he lead her to get her coat then to his car.

Shingen regretted telling her those words, by the time he reacted it was too late. Selene already left apparently with Nobunaga. He tried calling her at her cellphone but she turned it off. He then called Nobunaga but he was sent straight to voicemail. The hurt on her eyes, her skin becoming pale. Shingen cursed himself for being so stupid. He couldn't control his own jealousy in the end his ego once again hurt her.

Selene was crying silently, Nobunaga didn't ask what happened. He only saw that look once a long time ago. Silently, he cursed Shingen for letting his emotions hurt Selene. He drive to his apartment, upon arriving he took her on his arms getting her inside his place. He put her on the guest room, leaving her on the bed he turned when Selene took his hand.

“I'm sorry, I'm soo sorry,...” she then started crying out loud.

Nobunaga sit next to her on bed hugging her. He let her cry, she seemed to had been suppressing,  all her emotions during a long time.

“Shingen you stupid bastard.” Nobunaga muttered under his breath.

Selene cried until she fell asleep. Nobunaga, covered her with a comforter and went out of the room closing the door. The doorbell rang, Nobunaga, knew who it was before a series of consecutive bell rings started to follow. Using the intercom, he said.

“I don't know what the fuck you told her, but right now she is no condition to talk to you. Come back tomorrow.”

“Tell her I'm here I need to speak with her.” Shingen was angry as hell.

“What good will come out of you talking with her the way you are? She cried herself to sleep, Takeda. Either you calm the fuck down or should I call the police?” Nobunada push the button out.

After a short silence, the intercom sounded again. “ Goddammit Oda.”

Nobunaga noticed the defeat on Shingen's voice. He opened the door and founded him sitting on the floor.

“Come on, let’s get something to drink.”

Shingen was feeling tired, defeated. The face Selene made is still haunting his mind. With a sigh, he entered the apartment. His chest was hurting. Never in his life he regretted saying something like the moment he told Selene those words. Nobunaga served the drinks on the living room.

“Now, care to explain what you did to Selene?”

Shingen took the drink on one gulp. Letting the alcohol burn his throat, he tried to explain all.

“I was jealous plain and simple, and yeah before you say it, I am an asshole.”

“At least there is one thing we can finally agree on.”

“It was your fault on the first place.”

“Oh this is rich, since when is my fault? All this could had been avoided if only you had been sincere with her.” Nobunaga served another round of whiskey.

“Really what am I supposed to say? Look, I can't tell her I love you, when I'm not in love with her. Besides, I'm not here to play psychiatric with you.” Shingen pulled the wall once again.

“I know is a bit, hard for you to admit something you had always been like that. But even Mitsurani, can see how much you love her and vice versa. Stop, being an ass.”Nobunaga, growled not believing what a hard head Shingen was being.

“She is sleeping, right now in the guest room. I know that you need to fulfill the conditions of the testament, so try not create a scandal. I like this place.” Nobunaga took Shingen to the guest room and let him in front of the door.

Entering the room, he found Selene in fetal position, sleeping deeply. Her eyes were swollen with traces of tears mixed with make up. He just went to bed with her. Embracing her on his arms, he let a shake sigh get out. Caressing her hair, he kissed her forehead.

“Princess I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those words. I...” he closed his eyes while two tears fell from his eyes. Hugging her tightly, he soon drift off to sleep.

Selene felt Shingen's warmth enveloped her completely. Although feeling hurt by his words, still she longed to be held by him.   When she woke up, he felt a jacket on her. It has Shingen's essence on it, taking it on her arms she hugged it. She felt the urge to cry then to punch him in the face. No matter how stupid things go he shouldn't had told her that. Yet, her lack of trust was also, making a dent on their situation. She noticed his reaction the first time they had sex, the next times she was bold and daring. Shingen made an effort not to ask her, but curiosity sometimes can be a damaging thing. Taking her time to sit, a headache started to hammer her head without mercy. Nobunaga, knocked on the door before entering.

“Good morning.” he handle her some painkillers and a glass of water.

“Coffee? I mean thanks.” she took the pills and water.

“ It's brewing as we speak. He is here. If there is any consolation he is as miserable as you are.” he took the glass back once Selene drank the water.

“Good, tell him to go back to the apartment...”

“Nope, this a marriage couple's quarrel, unless you are filing for divorce, in which case I will be delightful to be your lawyer, you both need to work your stubborn asses. So go out and talk to him. I want you both out in at least the next 2 hours.” Nobunaga ignored the glare Selene gave him leaving her alone.

She used the bathroom, washed her face then her teeth. Feeling like walking to her death sentence she went to the kitchen to grab some coffee. Shingen was drinking a cup of black coffee when she appeared at the kitchen. Keeping his cool he told her good morning.

“Good morning. I gather you spend the night here.” she tried to sound cold, calm and collected. The truth she just wanted to trash everything and shout at him every insult she could think off.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure, now you want to talk, go talk.” she replied sarcastically.

Shingen sighs frustrated, it was almost back to square one. “ I want, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. That was not fair and uncalled for. I didn't...”

“Don't you dare to tell me you didn’t know why you told me that. Because you know why you did it. You just won't admit it.” biting back the tears she cleared her throat.  “Yesterday, yes I was jealous, damn mad jealous, but I didn't lash at you the way you did. Also, let's get something out of the way for the benefit of your bruised ego, I used to have a boyfriend. He even proposed to me. So yeah we fucked because I thought I was going to marry him.” taking a deep breath she continued. “So, yeah I'm not a virgin, does that make me less? Does that make me a whore? No, but it seems men's ego are such a stupid thing. So, after we did it, he then dumped me. You wanted to know what had happened to me all these years away there you have it. You broke my heart on high school, he later, and now you again. I had enough just stay away from me from now on. Once, this year is over, keep everything. You always was dad's favorite anyway.”

The door on the guess room slammed shut once again. Shingen felt like scum. Burying his face on his hands he tried to think a way to fix this.

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The Odd Pair 9

Warning: Cursing (foul language)

Shingen took the last meeting almost at eight o'clock in the evening. Just as the same others Nolan was making a fuss that could had been handle thru an email. The man continued his prying on Shingen’s private life, which was starting to ring some alarms inside his head. His fears were confirmed when he and Selene met at one of the public outings.

“Oh Mr., Takeda what a coincidence. Who is your lovely companion, what a beautiful woman you have here.” Nolan took a step toward Selene who then met him halfway extending her hand.

“Selene Craig. And whom am I meeting?” Selene tone was courteous, her voice soft friendly.

“Ah your beauty had made forgot my manners, I am Alexander Nolan at your service madam.” Nolan took Selene’s hand mid air kissing her backhand while giving her a lustful look.

Selene managed to fight back the urge of slapping him. Now her level of anxiety spiked a bit than already it was. The event was a charity, to help build houses at lower costs. It was an organization that Shingen always worked with in order to help others. Selene felt safe with Shingen until a bunch of women started to run into him. Many, were discreet, while others were pretty obvious on her advances. Selene was smiling politely, her smile didn’t reach her ears. At some point during the event Shingen started to get worried when she became silent.

During the dinner, Selene barely touched her food. Controlling her jealousy was proving a tremendous feat for her. Nobunaga made a rare appearance, giving her some relief. He took her to dance while Shingen, was surrounded by a group of women. He saw the pair dancing feeling a bit jealous. Before, that group of women surrounding him will be like heaven for him. Right now, the only woman he cares about is on the dancing floor with another man. Nobunaga smirked seeing Shingen trying to get rid of the group. During one of the turns, he pushed Selene closer to him.

“It seems the Tiger is no longer amused by the harem.”

“And you pushing me close to you have a purpose besides whispering in my ear?” Selene noticed how Shingen’s face changed the moment Nobunaga pushed her close to him.

“That man is not seeing what he is losing, for paying attention to those women. I still don’t know why your father made that testament.” Nobunaga shrugs innocently with a mischievous smile on his face.

Selene had to laugh, for as long as she can remember Nobunaga and Shingen had always got a rivalry that went on almost any field except their respective jobs. While Shingen became the CEO of his own company, Nobunaga aimed for a law firm. Still they raced for who got certain girl. Nobunaga although, a bit non-filter kind of guy had always a soft spot for Selene, he like Masamune protected her like a sister. She had to laugh at the prospect of him trying to making Shingen jealous.

“I believe you picked the wrong woman to pick a fight with Takeda.” Nobunaga gave a big grin.

“Guess again.” a familiar warmth was felt from behind when suddenly Shingen appeared behind her.

“May I?” Selene felt his intensity without even looking at his eyes.

“Can you just wait till the next song?” Nobunaga was provoking Shingen on purpose. His half smile was contrasting with Shingen’s stone face.

“Oda, please this is not the place nor the time. Could you please, do me the favor I asked you? I will be grateful.” Raising an eyebrow full of himself, Nobunaga kissed Selene’s forehead, while leaving the dance floor.

Shingen felt like boiling at the way Nobunaga was treating Selene. Trying to diffuse his anger, he took Selene’s hand, then put the other on her back making her be too close to him.

Selene felt his body hot against her, her desire was getting rattle up, by Shingen’s sudden possessive behavior.

“Is everything all right?”

“ What favor you asked Oda?” Shingen’s tone was furious.

Selene frown, “Shingen was wrong?”

“I’m just wondering with which one of the guy’s you slept with. I mean giving your performance in bed with me, I gather you weren’t a virgin…” Shingen regretted the moment he let the words out. Selene turned pale, her eyes watered turning into shinning crystals. Taking a deep breath, while blinking several times, she turned around leaving him alone on the dance floor. Nobunaga went behind her until he reached her.

“Hey, what happened?”

“I need to get out of here, just let me go.”

“Come on, let’s go.” taking Selene’s arm, he lead her to get her coat then to his car.

Shingen regretted telling her those words, by the time he reacted it was too late. Selene already left apparently with Nobunaga. He tried calling her at her cellphone but she turned it off. He then called Nobunaga but he was sent straight to voicemail. The hurt on her eyes, her skin becoming pale. Shingen cursed himself for being so stupid. He couldn’t control his own jealousy in the end his ego once again hurt her.

Selene was crying silently, Nobunaga didn’t ask what happened. He only saw that look once a long time ago. Silently, he cursed Shingen for letting his emotions hurt Selene. He drive to his apartment, upon arriving he took her on his arms getting her inside his place. He put her on the guest room, leaving her on the bed he turned when Selene took his hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m soo sorry,…” she then started crying out loud.

Nobunaga sit next to her on bed hugging her. He let her cry, she seemed to had been suppressing,  all her emotions during a long time.

“Shingen you stupid bastard.” Nobunaga muttered under his breath.

Selene cried until she fell asleep. Nobunaga, covered her with a comforter and went out of the room closing the door. The doorbell rang, Nobunaga, knew who it was before a series of consecutive bell rings started to follow. Using the intercom, he said.

“I don’t know what the fuck you told her, but right now she is no condition to talk to you. Come back tomorrow.”

“Tell her I’m here I need to speak with her.” Shingen was angry as hell.

“What good will come out of you talking with her the way you are? She cried herself to sleep, Takeda. Either you calm the fuck down or should I call the police?” Nobunada push the button out.

After a short silence, the intercom sounded again. “ Goddammit Oda.”

Nobunaga noticed the defeat on Shingen’s voice. He opened the door and founded him sitting on the floor.

“Come on, let’s get something to drink.”

Shingen was feeling tired, defeated. The face Selene made is still haunting his mind. With a sigh, he entered the apartment. His chest was hurting. Never in his life he regretted saying something like the moment he told Selene those words. Nobunaga served the drinks on the living room.

“Now, care to explain what you did to Selene?”

Shingen took the drink on one gulp. Letting the alcohol burn his throat, he tried to explain all.

“I was jealous plain and simple, and yeah before you say it, I am an asshole.”

“At least there is one thing we can finally agree on.”

“It was your fault on the first place.”

“Oh this is rich, since when is my fault? All this could had been avoided if only you had been sincere with her.” Nobunaga served another round of whiskey.

“Really what am I supposed to say? Look, I can’t tell her I love you, when I’m not in love with her. Besides, I’m not here to play psychiatric with you.” Shingen pulled the wall once again.

“I know is a bit, hard for you to admit something you had always been like that. But even Mitsurani, can see how much you love her and vice versa. Stop, being an ass.”Nobunaga, growled not believing what a hard head Shingen was being.

“She is sleeping, right now in the guest room. I know that you need to fulfill the conditions of the testament, so try not create a scandal. I like this place.” Nobunaga took Shingen to the guest room and let him in front of the door.

Entering the room, he found Selene in fetal position, sleeping deeply. Her eyes were swollen with traces of tears mixed with make up. He just went to bed with her. Embracing her on his arms, he let a shake sigh get out. Caressing her hair, he kissed her forehead.

“Princess I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say those words. I…” he closed his eyes while two tears fell from his eyes. Hugging her tightly, he soon drift off to sleep.

Selene felt Shingen’s warmth enveloped her completely. Although feeling hurt by his words, still she longed to be held by him.   When she woke up, he felt a jacket on her. It has Shingen’s essence on it, taking it on her arms she hugged it. She felt the urge to cry then to punch him in the face. No matter how stupid things go he shouldn’t had told her that. Yet, her lack of trust was also, making a dent on their situation. She noticed his reaction the first time they had sex, the next times she was bold and daring. Shingen made an effort not to ask her, but curiosity sometimes can be a damaging thing. Taking her time to sit, a headache started to hammer her head without mercy. Nobunaga, knocked on the door before entering.

“Good morning.” he handle her some painkillers and a glass of water.

“Coffee? I mean thanks.” she took the pills and water.

“ It’s brewing as we speak. He is here. If there is any consolation he is as miserable as you are.” he took the glass back once Selene drank the water.

“Good, tell him to go back to the apartment…”

“Nope, this a marriage couple’s quarrel, unless you are filing for divorce, in which case I will be delightful to be your lawyer, you both need to work your stubborn asses. So go out and talk to him. I want you both out in at least the next 2 hours.” Nobunaga ignored the glare Selene gave him leaving her alone.

She used the bathroom, washed her face then her teeth. Feeling like walking to her death sentence she went to the kitchen to grab some coffee. Shingen was drinking a cup of black coffee when she appeared at the kitchen. Keeping his cool he told her good morning.

“Good morning. I gather you spend the night here.” she tried to sound cold, calm and collected. The truth she just wanted to trash everything and shout at him every insult she could think off.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure, now you want to talk, go talk.” she replied sarcastically.

Shingen sighs frustrated, it was almost back to square one. “ I want, I’m sorry for what I said yesterday. That was not fair and uncalled for. I didn’t…”

“Don’t you dare to tell me you didn’t know why you told me that. Because you know why you did it. You just won’t admit it.” biting back the tears she cleared her throat.  “Yesterday, yes I was jealous, damn mad jealous, but I didn’t lash at you the way you did. Also, let’s get something out of the way for the benefit of your bruised ego, I used to have a boyfriend. He even proposed to me. So yeah we fucked because I thought I was going to marry him.” taking a deep breath she continued. “So, yeah I’m not a virgin, does that make me less? Does that make me a whore? No, but it seems men’s ego are such a stupid thing. So, after we did it, he then dumped me. You wanted to know what had happened to me all these years away there you have it. You broke my heart on high school, he later, and now you again. I had enough just stay away from me from now on. Once, this year is over, keep everything. You always was dad’s favorite anyway.”

The door on the guess room slammed shut once again. Shingen felt like scum. Burying his face on his hands he tried to think a way to fix this.

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Notes: Thank you for liking the story, I’m being a bit slower than usual since I’m working now 10 hours. Once again thank you. And I hope you like this chapter. ^^

[athina39]

soukokuweek, fic updates

soukokuweek is a good reason to rise up from the ashes, i think. please see below for the (long) list of my fics for y'all. #soukokuweek2017 day 01 :: sartorialism title :: patchwork summary :: It starts out as a whim. [aka, mafia!dazai wants chuuya as his personal tailor] day 01 :: sartorialism + sheep song title :: wrap your heart summary :: On one hand, men supposedly give clothes as gifts because they want the pleasure of stripping the gift out of the recipient. On another hand, everyone stage-whispers around him that Dazai’s having fun dressing up his dog. day 02 ::  spring + partner title :: day in the life summary :: Chuuya's birthday this year falls on a Saturday. day 03 :: goody two-shoes + "historical" AU title :: two in many summary :: Dazai and Chuuya meets each other much later in life. [aka, what if they weren't soukoku? / alternate first meeting AU] day 04 :: memento mori + chase my wish title :: perish with grace summary ::  Chuuya’s an assassin, the best of his kind. He ends up acquiring an apprentice in the most unorthodox way: killing the young man’s family. [aka assassin!Chuuya + teenage!Dazai] day 05 :: horror AU title :: hunted summary ::  It's supposed to be a silly dare. [Haunted House AU] day 05 :: horror AU + darkness my sorrow title :: as long as you're mine summary :: He takes care of him. [Kidnapping AU] day 07 :: free day title :: lovers upon a battlefield summary :: Chuuya wakes up in a locked room filled with other killers. Dazai, who slept with him the night before, ends up being dragged to the mess. [Battle Royale AU] #other fics, posted under anon (so i guess it's now considered de-anoned?)

title :: This Way Lies Madness summary ::  It’s supposed to be simple. Go in, hand over the questionnaires, wait a few minutes, take the answered questionnaires, get the fuck out. Chuuya should have known, with his shitty luck, that nothing’s ever going to be simple for him. [Prison AU] [—the one where Chuuya inadvertently catches the attention of quite possibly the worst serial killer in history, Dazai] [—police-trainee!Chuuya, inmate!Dazai] title :: the greatest love story (n)ever told summary :: Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya's love story in the eyes of many. [social media + courtroom drama + multiple/outsider pov + rashomon style fic] July 8, 2018 – Monday Edition – Yokohama Times      Yokohama Ripper’s Final Victim Finds Solace in the Hands of the Ripper’s Lawyer!  SPOTTED: Yokohama Ripper’s Defense Lawyer Fyodor Dostoevsky being cozy with said Ripper’s victim, Nakahara Chuuya. The two have been seen enjoying late night dinner and wine at MUTEKIROU last Friday, not even a week after Nakahara has been discharged from the hospital. Nakahara has been found disemboweled inside the Ripper’s – Dazai Osamu’s – apartment last June 19, while Dostoevsky has been personally requested by the Ripper to replace his state-appointed defense lawyer, despite the two supposedly having zero contact previously.   Sakaguchi from the prosecution’s side has not yet released a statement about their potential star witness cozying up with the other camp. There has been rampant speculation as to why Nakahara has repeatedly refused requests from the prosecution to serve as their star witness. Is this budding love affair the reason why? Let us know your thoughts in the comments! title :: together, we fall summary ::  Meet Chuuya, the ex-thug (i'm not a goddamn fucking thug, you bastard) who makes the most delicious food this side of Yokohama. [Coffeeshop AU] [or, Dazai & Chuuya run away from the Port Mafia together and open a café] title :: i'll give you my heart :: final chapter posted! summary ::  Chuuya’s aware of the rumors, ever since his mother fled from the mafia, ever since his father brought back a second son after chasing her down. Everyone says that Dazai is the better choice for the heir, since he has inherited the Boss’s cruelty and cunning, while the first son has only inherited beauty from his mother.  Chuuya’s aware of their plans to assassinate him during his coming-of-age ceremony so that the proper heir can be welcomed. Which is why he’s surprised when Dazai pledges loyalty to him instead, opting to become his bodyguard and right-hand man. [Bodyguard!Dazai + Mafia!Chuuya AU] title :: this is how the world ends summary ::  Chuuya wakes up to a world where he witnesses Yokohama’s most beloved couple – Dazai and Oda, also known as soukoku – complete their good deed for the day, holding hands as they do so. Chuuya wakes up to a world where—he’s supposed to be fighting Russian Fy o d—no, he’s supposed to be the benevolent boss of the Port Mafia. Wakes up to a world where everything is—wrong.  [—the one where someone uses the Book and subsequently fucks the world up] [ps, the "sequel"/fyodor & dazai pov is 33% finished. it will be titled this is how your heart breaks]

[aoiryuujinshimada]

He lay his head on the shoulder as Akande desired. Relaxing only slightly. There was still so little trust. Still difficult to see past what Akande desired of him. His missions and goals that Hanzo did not see anything more of him then a man on a mission willing to do what he must to survive and complete his goal.

Yet if he wished Hanzo to remain loyal he dare not riak his wrath for the sake of the goal. He would care for Genji as he did Hanzo now. He would be his brother by law and his personal Oni guard. He would have no need for Inari after Genji was well enough.

"I am sure you will make it worth remembering." he stated. Wanting nothing more then to slip into a hot spring. Yet for now a very hot bath would do. It would rid him of the feel of Oda.

"I need to speak with the new Oyabun of the Oda clan soon. He will need to know of his father and I shall need to tell him. It was by my command his father was killed. I would like you there as well. Once we marry if such should befall you, you will need to know our customs." Akande wished to rule over them he had to know their traditions. What better way then to see it first hand.

"I will also need wakizashi blade. I know where to find one but it will be needed for this. In advanced I chpose to inform you you will need one as well." he would need to prove his case to the young lprd of why his father died. Should Hanzo have killed him without reasonable cause, he and his own within the room sould perform seppuku, the ritual suicide to amend their wrong. Yet this would not occure. Hanzo had eneough evidence to prove his case.

.......

Gabriel shudded as he was penetrated. Gritting his teeth as he was pulled on that cock to ride it. Genji was being cruel, making him do the work. His hips rolled.

"He didnt want to fuck you. No you were too young for his taste. Wanted you in Overwatch. I fought for you to reside in Blackwatch. We all know who the board chose." he smirked. "Victory was sweet that day."

He moaned as his rode him. "Thinking he had a thing for your brother. Always asking what he was doing...that or he was just ensuring I was doing my job." he snickered.

God this felt so fucking good. Its one of the main reasons he rarely allowed this. To keep it feeling this amazing. "Watched ya...for so long...counted the bastards you brought to your bed...watched you fuck them...your brother run them out..." he picked up speed, rotating his hips to try and find his prostate.

"Seen him carrying you home often..." he hummed. "You always looked so...amazing. Taking pride in your look with such stunning confidence..." he took off the mask, letting his hair fall. "How you rebelled against everything you knew yet still relied upon their money to fuel your addictions..."

"Never seeing how it hurt your brother." he looked back at Genji. "You never did think of him much did you? So lost to what you wanted and how to escape you never stopped to see how it drained him worrying over you."

“You’re a part of my family.”

Hanzo was sitting on the roof drinking alone. It had been a few days since he had seen Genji, after their last breakdown and the harsh nights that had followed. Dark rings were under his eyes. He was unable to sleep or eat. Just sit and drink while watching the sun go down. It had gotten so bad that Jesse had gone to Genji for advise. What to do or say to get through to him.

“I am your only family.”

[selenecrawford]

Selene Crawford: The Contrarian, The Devil and The lover's night

Warning: Cursing, gun violence, mild sex (no explicit still there is sex)

Ieyasu stopped writing his medical report to take a lot at the man who swore never contact him again. Nobunaga Oda his adopted brother with whom he broke ties six years ago.

“As you can see I'm busy go away.” Ieyasu went back to his writing only to sense Nobunaga taking a seat.

“Do I need to call the police?” he kept writing without taking his eyes from the paper.

“I need you tomorrow at my office. We might need you services. Please.” said Nobunaga.

Ieyasu stopped writing and look up. “Did I heard correctly? Need. Please? Who are you?” Ieyasu was surprised to hear those two words coming out of Nobunaga's mouth.

“Things change, people change.” said Nobunaga with a shrug.

“Look, seasons change, the days change, but you? No, that's not true you will never change. So get out, you are giving me an ulcer.”

Nobunaga took his phone out and showed Ieyasu a picture of Selene.

“Wait, that's...Selene? How do you know her?” his tone was accusatory and cautious.

“She is my executive assistant. How do you know her? I thought you weren't a ladies man.” Nobunaga returned him the question.

“And I'm not, she does community service at the docks we had coffee from time to time in the past. A very stubborn, caring person.” said Ieyasu trying not to show concern. “Is she OK?” Ieyasu couldn't help it. Selene was a chatty girl and was always helping. It had been a while since he had any contact with her and was wondering what might had happened to her.

“She is in danger, there is someone who wants her dead and is trying all they can to kill her.” Nobunaga laid the bait. He knew very well that “Yasu” as he used to call him when kids was a contrarian person. He might behaving like doesn't give a fuck but he was worried about her. His eyes were betraying him.

“So, what am I supposed to do here? Nobunaga I'm a doctor, not a superhero.” Ieyasu couldn't stop rolling his eyes.

Nobunaga smirked and stood up.

“You know where I am located. Come and visit. She will be happy to see you.” with this he left. “Oh and I forgot, she is dating Masamune.”

Ieyasu's eyes grew really wide and started asking questions on rapid fire. “What the hell are you saying? You can't be serious, that womanizer? Hey come back here. For the love of Fucking God...” Nobunaga hold the laughter until he arrived at the car. Once inside he couldn't help it smirking. Ieyasu was still the same, spitting hate but always the worry wart. Meanwhile, Ieyasu had to stop writing after hearing the news.

“Goddammit Nobunaga!”, he did it again pushed the right buttons and now he can't stop worrying about Selene.

“Of all people why it has to be him. That man is a time bomb. I better get there tomorrow. That woman is always so clueless.” with that he started to prepare his medical bag and setting all his affairs in order. He will go there put sense on the situation then go back to his life. Closing his eyes Ieyasu that was not true, that will only be just the tip of a new iceberg.

Six years ago he walked out from the group when Nobunaga almost died on the last attempt from a mafia boss. He just couldn't keep patching him up until he died on his arms. That and Mitsurani that guy could be so dense at times that his most elaborate sarcasm wouldn't do a dent on him. At times he missed the group but then not so much the danger.  And now he is back because of her, Selene. She indirectly helped him get his life back on track. Selene tried to impose her or tell him what to do she just smiled and tolerated him. He didn't want to tell Nobunaga more than necessary since the bastard is always rubbing in when he thinks he is right. Which is all the time according to him. That never ending hope of hers.  Someone needs to put some common sense on that place. Well all he needs to do is tell her how bad Masamue is for her and then he leaves. At that thought Ieyasu stopped and sighed deeply.

“Who am I kidding. That woman might even be worse than him.” still Ieyasu was determined to go.

As soon as they arrive to her apartment Selene went to change and started making dinner. The lack of attempts to her life, the threads or any other action from the stalker gave her a much needed break. Still as per Nobunaga's instructions Masamune was supposed to be her bodyguard 24/7. Which it meant sleeping on the same place. At first became awkward but then Masamune began seducing her in bed. Always taking it slow, he was showing her different way to pleasure both. Remembering those first times she felt her cheeks getting warmer. Little by little he won her heart until she completely fell in love with him. Selene stopped chopping at that moment. He heart was beating hard at that thought. Love? Could it be that it is really love? Letting a shaky breath out Selene was deep in thought when Masamune arrived at the kitchen. This time he decided to be shirtless, only wearing a pair of black jeans fresh out of the shower. He stood behind Selene and hugged her from behind.

“Everything OK?” Masamune nuzzle her neck sending shivers through her body.

“Yes, just making dinner. I see you are already comfortable.” Selene had to giggle.

“Yup, I'm getting used to this routine.” once again he nuzzled her neck and gave Selene soft nibble on her shoulder.

Selene stifled a moan biting her lower lip. Masamune was not playing fair. “You know I'm chopping the vegetables can you help me? And maybe later we can do some cardio?”

Masamune had to laugh at her way to name sex a different name except the main word. She was a box full of surprises, when they started sleeping together, she was really shy but with time she opened up to him. He showed more than one way to please him without letting her loose her virginity. She was a fast learner, and while it took him all his self control he was letting her be the one to make the decisions. At times he will just look at her sleeping next to him. He will always love to see her so peacefully relaxed. When was the last time he looked forward to have a day, or to cuddle while watching a movie at home? Every moment was a treasure for him. His heart felt a pang at the thought of losing her. But how much they still have together? Will he dare to open more his heart to her? He didn't dare to make the most important question. What will happened if he looses her just like his father? Involuntary he tensed up. Giving a head shake he hided his face Selene's  hair. No, he can't think of that right now. Why worrying about the future when she is here in his arms. Loving...him? His heart pounded faster when the thought formed in his mind. Is she in love with him? Or is just lust? Giving a tighter hug Masamune sighed. No use to torture himself like this. Putting his mind in blank he concentrated on smiling her essence.

“Something on your mind?” Selene just finished her task and put her arms over his.

“Just thinking about a kitten I rescued a couple of months ago.”

“Really? And how is that kitten?” Selene turned around to face him.

“Well she is behaving so far, but sometimes she is a hard...ouch why was that for?” Selene just pinch softly his ribs and laughed  provoking him. Turning off the stove with one hand Masamune started kissing Selene's with alternate kisses and bites.

The shivers that went down her spine awaken her desire for the man in front of her. Why he has to look so calmed when she was a ball of nerves? Once the assault on her neck was done he took her mouth and explored it with enticing movements of his tongue. Selene responded each movement with same need he was showing her. At some point she couldn't suppressed a moan trying to respond to him. As always he would grab her by the buttocks and make put her legs around his waist.

“I think we need to continue this on the bedroom don't you think.” Selene was completely red, agitated for that session of deep kisses. He sited her on the counter.

“ I have something for you, could you wear it for me?” Masamune took a little black velvet box and opened it. Inside was a crescent moon pendant with a little cat sitting on it. The pendant was not big enough but it was the perfect size for her to wear.

Masamune just saw her reaction smiling softly. Selene opening her eyes widely she was delighted with it. Lifting her hair up she waited for him to put it around her neck, she touched it with such a reverence that made him emotional. Not wanting to let her see him like that Masamune rest his face over the top of her head and took a deep breath.

“Masamune are you OK? What's wrong?” Selene lower his face so she could see his eye.

“Nothing, just I like the way it looks on you.” His eye was shinning.

Selene didn't push for more, at times she knew when he was wearing the mask and when he wasn't and this was one of those times. Feeling daring she started kissing his neck and then slowly reaching his earlobe. Tracing his ear with her tongue she made him forget anything.

“Kitten I need you now.”

“Then take me all you want and need.” her voice was soft lower than usual. It had the desired effect she was looking for.

Masamune took her on his arms and took her to the room. Both took their clothes off admiring each other. Selene felt more confident than other times. She was now assuming the initiative, seducing him with kisses, licks and soft nibbles on his chest, neck and ears. Meanwhile, Masamune was restraining himself but his kitten was giving him such a sweet torture until it proven to be too much.

At some point he turned around and put her against the bed and started exploring her in the same way she did. Both couldn't help moaning, sighs and whimpers while they exchanged caresses, nibbles and kisses. Masamune then tower over Selene and decided it was time.

“Kitten you are still on time are you sure about this?” Masamune dared to stop to make one last time question.

Selene's response was to hold him close and whisper “I want to be yours please, Masamune.” her last words were a plea mixed with a moan.

Closing his eyes Masamune started his entrance making sure not to hurt her in the process. Selene felt a sharp pain but hold it until it passed.

When they were completely immersed together, Masamune started to lead the rhythm taking Selene with him. Both got lost on their own emotions and sounds. Increasing their tempo until they became one. Selene bit her lips to muffle a cry then fell exhausted next to Masamune. Tears started rolling down her eyes while she was smiling. Masamune worried cradled her in his arms taking her tears away with his lips.

“Did I hurt you Kitten? Why are you crying? Selene?” Masamume  started to panic, when Selene touched his cheek. Her face was red as a tomato and whisper.

“I never felt like this before, it was such a wonderful feeling and for some reason I couldn't help it, I..., no you didn't hurt me my dragon, you just made me so happy I cant control myself.” he kissed her with all the love he couldn't voiced. He felt the same way, he finally knew that she was the one he had been looking for. Holding her close to him Masamune keep kissing her until their desired was ignited again. Once again they loved each other and let their feelings known without words. They fell asleep in each others arms. The soft rays of the moon filtering thru the curtains were illuminating the room. Selene was deeply asleep but at some point Masamune opened his eyes and whispered in a fearful soft tone. “I love you Selene and I don't want to loose you.” carefully he hold her close to his heart and fell asleep once again.

Early in the morning, Selene received the visit of one her friends. Mai. One of the fewest persons Selene considered a friend and an important contact. Mai was a specialized seamstress and her work was always top of the line. After the greetings, she left Selene with two special orders Selene had requested a few weeks ago. Excited she went to the room to find Masamune recently getting out of the shower. Part of his hair feel on his right eye covering it. Selene brought the suits and told him.

“Good morning. I got something for you.”

“ Let me guess, you?” raising his eyebrow on a playful tone.

Once again the masks are worn but this time their bond is deeper, more connected. They know it but each one is afraid of the other. Afraid of rejection of not corresponding their love even when last night they became one. Still their eyes spoke in silence to each other. They simply decided to give themselves more time to prove it was worth it or to prove their fears were well founded. Selene put the suit on the bed, opening the cover she showed it to Masamune.

“Well what you think?” her smile was beaming, expecting his reaction. The suit was composed of 3 pieces, black trousers and the jacket with a royal blue vest, the buttons were on gold with a tie black with a simple golden dragon on a moon as a decoration. The shirt was white complimenting the attire.

Masamune was speechless he didn't expected such an exquisite gift from her. He took the hanger and touch the suit. It was softer than usual but it was not silk. Selene urged him to try it on very excited. With her help he was already dressed up. It was on that moment that the door bell rang and Selene went check who it was.

Opening the door soon she was attacked on her stomach with a bat knocking the wind out of her. Trying to get her Selene started to fight when She say him. Paralyzed for the sudden appearance she turned around in time  to see Masamune running toward her. Before he could shoot the man dressed completely in black with red converse shoot Masamune 4 times to the chest making him fall on the ground.

Selene tried to yell in vain, no sound came as she was trying to still recover her breath. Her vision became blurry with tears while struggling, at this point she couldn't believe what she saw. Taking a deep breath she broke the lock on her arms, sending one of her assailants to the floor. Darting to run toward Masamune, Selene felt the electric shock and felt unconscious to the floor. Her last thought before losing consciousness was to know if Masamune was alive or dead.

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Selene Crawford: The Contrarian, The Devil and The lover’s night

Warning: Cursing, gun violence, mild sex (no explicit still there is sex)

Ieyasu stopped writing his medical report to take a lot at the man who swore never contact him again. Nobunaga Oda his adopted brother with whom he broke ties six years ago.

“As you can see I’m busy go away.” Ieyasu went back to his writing only to sense Nobunaga taking a seat.

“Do I need to call the police?” he kept writing without taking his eyes from the paper.

“I need you tomorrow at my office. We might need you services. Please.” said Nobunaga.

Ieyasu stopped writing and look up. “Did I heard correctly? Need. Please? Who are you?” Ieyasu was surprised to hear those two words coming out of Nobunaga’s mouth.

“Things change, people change.” said Nobunaga with a shrug.

“Look, seasons change, the days change, but you? No, that’s not true you will never change. So get out, you are giving me an ulcer.”

Nobunaga took his phone out and showed Ieyasu a picture of Selene.

“Wait, that’s…Selene? How do you know her?” his tone was accusatory and cautious.

“She is my executive assistant. How do you know her? I thought you weren’t a ladies man.” Nobunaga returned him the question.

“And I’m not, she does community service at the docks we had coffee from time to time in the past. A very stubborn, caring person.” said Ieyasu trying not to show concern. “Is she OK?” Ieyasu couldn’t help it. Selene was a chatty girl and was always helping. It had been a while since he had any contact with her and was wondering what might had happened to her.

“She is in danger, there is someone who wants her dead and is trying all they can to kill her.” Nobunaga laid the bait. He knew very well that “Yasu” as he used to call him when kids was a contrarian person. He might behaving like doesn’t give a fuck but he was worried about her. His eyes were betraying him.

“So, what am I supposed to do here? Nobunaga I’m a doctor, not a superhero.” Ieyasu couldn’t stop rolling his eyes.

Nobunaga smirked and stood up.

“You know where I am located. Come and visit. She will be happy to see you.” with this he left. “Oh and I forgot, she is dating Masamune.”

Ieyasu’s eyes grew really wide and started asking questions on rapid fire. “What the hell are you saying? You can’t be serious, that womanizer? Hey come back here. For the love of Fucking God…” Nobunaga hold the laughter until he arrived at the car. Once inside he couldn’t help it smirking. Ieyasu was still the same, spitting hate but always the worry wart. Meanwhile, Ieyasu had to stop writing after hearing the news.

“Goddammit Nobunaga!”, he did it again pushed the right buttons and now he can’t stop worrying about Selene.

“Of all people why it has to be him. That man is a time bomb. I better get there tomorrow. That woman is always so clueless.” with that he started to prepare his medical bag and setting all his affairs in order. He will go there put sense on the situation then go back to his life. Closing his eyes Ieyasu that was not true, that will only be just the tip of a new iceberg.

Six years ago he walked out from the group when Nobunaga almost died on the last attempt from a mafia boss. He just couldn’t keep patching him up until he died on his arms. That and Mitsurani that guy could be so dense at times that his most elaborate sarcasm wouldn’t do a dent on him. At times he missed the group but then not so much the danger.  And now he is back because of her, Selene. She indirectly helped him get his life back on track. Selene tried to impose her or tell him what to do she just smiled and tolerated him. He didn’t want to tell Nobunaga more than necessary since the bastard is always rubbing in when he thinks he is right. Which is all the time according to him. That never ending hope of hers.  Someone needs to put some common sense on that place. Well all he needs to do is tell her how bad Masamue is for her and then he leaves. At that thought Ieyasu stopped and sighed deeply.

“Who am I kidding. That woman might even be worse than him.” still Ieyasu was determined to go.

As soon as they arrive to her apartment Selene went to change and started making dinner. The lack of attempts to her life, the threads or any other action from the stalker gave her a much needed break. Still as per Nobunaga’s instructions Masamune was supposed to be her bodyguard 24/7. Which it meant sleeping on the same place. At first became awkward but then Masamune began seducing her in bed. Always taking it slow, he was showing her different way to pleasure both. Remembering those first times she felt her cheeks getting warmer. Little by little he won her heart until she completely fell in love with him. Selene stopped chopping at that moment. He heart was beating hard at that thought. Love? Could it be that it is really love? Letting a shaky breath out Selene was deep in thought when Masamune arrived at the kitchen. This time he decided to be shirtless, only wearing a pair of black jeans fresh out of the shower. He stood behind Selene and hugged her from behind.

“Everything OK?” Masamune nuzzle her neck sending shivers through her body.

“Yes, just making dinner. I see you are already comfortable.” Selene had to giggle.

“Yup, I’m getting used to this routine.” once again he nuzzled her neck and gave Selene soft nibble on her shoulder.

Selene stifled a moan biting her lower lip. Masamune was not playing fair. “You know I’m chopping the vegetables can you help me? And maybe later we can do some cardio?”

Masamune had to laugh at her way to name sex a different name except the main word. She was a box full of surprises, when they started sleeping together, she was really shy but with time she opened up to him. He showed more than one way to please him without letting her loose her virginity. She was a fast learner, and while it took him all his self control he was letting her be the one to make the decisions. At times he will just look at her sleeping next to him. He will always love to see her so peacefully relaxed. When was the last time he looked forward to have a day, or to cuddle while watching a movie at home? Every moment was a treasure for him. His heart felt a pang at the thought of losing her. But how much they still have together? Will he dare to open more his heart to her? He didn’t dare to make the most important question. What will happened if he looses her just like his father? Involuntary he tensed up. Giving a head shake he hided his face Selene’s  hair. No, he can’t think of that right now. Why worrying about the future when she is here in his arms. Loving…him? His heart pounded faster when the thought formed in his mind. Is she in love with him? Or is just lust? Giving a tighter hug Masamune sighed. No use to torture himself like this. Putting his mind in blank he concentrated on smiling her essence.

“Something on your mind?” Selene just finished her task and put her arms over his.

“Just thinking about a kitten I rescued a couple of months ago.”

“Really? And how is that kitten?” Selene turned around to face him.

“Well she is behaving so far, but sometimes she is a hard…ouch why was that for?” Selene just pinch softly his ribs and laughed  provoking him. Turning off the stove with one hand Masamune started kissing Selene’s with alternate kisses and bites.

The shivers that went down her spine awaken her desire for the man in front of her. Why he has to look so calmed when she was a ball of nerves? Once the assault on her neck was done he took her mouth and explored it with enticing movements of his tongue. Selene responded each movement with same need he was showing her. At some point she couldn’t suppressed a moan trying to respond to him. As always he would grab her by the buttocks and make put her legs around his waist.

“I think we need to continue this on the bedroom don’t you think.” Selene was completely red, agitated for that session of deep kisses. He sited her on the counter.

“ I have something for you, could you wear it for me?” Masamune took a little black velvet box and opened it. Inside was a crescent moon pendant with a little cat sitting on it. The pendant was not big enough but it was the perfect size for her to wear.

Masamune just saw her reaction smiling softly. Selene opening her eyes widely she was delighted with it. Lifting her hair up she waited for him to put it around her neck, she touched it with such a reverence that made him emotional. Not wanting to let her see him like that Masamune rest his face over the top of her head and took a deep breath.

“Masamune are you OK? What’s wrong?” Selene lower his face so she could see his eye.

“Nothing, just I like the way it looks on you.” His eye was shinning.

Selene didn’t push for more, at times she knew when he was wearing the mask and when he wasn’t and this was one of those times. Feeling daring she started kissing his neck and then slowly reaching his earlobe. Tracing his ear with her tongue she made him forget anything.

“Kitten I need you now.”

“Then take me all you want and need.” her voice was soft lower than usual. It had the desired effect she was looking for.

Masamune took her on his arms and took her to the room. Both took their clothes off admiring each other. Selene felt more confident than other times. She was now assuming the initiative, seducing him with kisses, licks and soft nibbles on his chest, neck and ears. Meanwhile, Masamune was restraining himself but his kitten was giving him such a sweet torture until it proven to be too much.

At some point he turned around and put her against the bed and started exploring her in the same way she did. Both couldn’t help moaning, sighs and whimpers while they exchanged caresses, nibbles and kisses. Masamune then tower over Selene and decided it was time.

“Kitten you are still on time are you sure about this?” Masamune dared to stop to make one last time question.

Selene’s response was to hold him close and whisper “I want to be yours please, Masamune.” her last words were a plea mixed with a moan.

Closing his eyes Masamune started his entrance making sure not to hurt her in the process. Selene felt a sharp pain but hold it until it passed.

When they were completely immersed together, Masamune started to lead the rhythm taking Selene with him. Both got lost on their own emotions and sounds. Increasing their tempo until they became one. Selene bit her lips to muffle a cry then fell exhausted next to Masamune. Tears started rolling down her eyes while she was smiling. Masamune worried cradled her in his arms taking her tears away with his lips.

“Did I hurt you Kitten? Why are you crying? Selene?” Masamume  started to panic, when Selene touched his cheek. Her face was red as a tomato and whisper.

“I never felt like this before, it was such a wonderful feeling and for some reason I couldn’t help it, I…, no you didn’t hurt me my dragon, you just made me so happy I cant control myself.” he kissed her with all the love he couldn’t voiced. He felt the same way, he finally knew that she was the one he had been looking for. Holding her close to him Masamune keep kissing her until their desired was ignited again. Once again they loved each other and let their feelings known without words. They fell asleep in each others arms. The soft rays of the moon filtering thru the curtains were illuminating the room. Selene was deeply asleep but at some point Masamune opened his eyes and whispered in a fearful soft tone. “I love you Selene and I don’t want to loose you.” carefully he hold her close to his heart and fell asleep once again.

Early in the morning, Selene received the visit of one her friends. Mai. One of the fewest persons Selene considered a friend and an important contact. Mai was a specialized seamstress and her work was always top of the line. After the greetings, she left Selene with two special orders Selene had requested a few weeks ago. Excited she went to the room to find Masamune recently getting out of the shower. Part of his hair feel on his right eye covering it. Selene brought the suits and told him.

“Good morning. I got something for you.”

“ Let me guess, you?” raising his eyebrow on a playful tone.

Once again the masks are worn but this time their bond is deeper, more connected. They know it but each one is afraid of the other. Afraid of rejection of not corresponding their love even when last night they became one. Still their eyes spoke in silence to each other. They simply decided to give themselves more time to prove it was worth it or to prove their fears were well founded. Selene put the suit on the bed, opening the cover she showed it to Masamune.

“Well what you think?” her smile was beaming, expecting his reaction. The suit was composed of 3 pieces, black trousers and the jacket with a royal blue vest, the buttons were on gold with a tie black with a simple golden dragon on a moon as a decoration. The shirt was white complimenting the attire.

Masamune was speechless he didn’t expected such an exquisite gift from her. He took the hanger and touch the suit. It was softer than usual but it was not silk. Selene urged him to try it on very excited. With her help he was already dressed up. It was on that moment that the door bell rang and Selene went check who it was.

Opening the door soon she was attacked on her stomach with a bat knocking the wind out of her. Trying to get her Selene started to fight when She say him. Paralyzed for the sudden appearance she turned around in time  to see Masamune running toward her. Before he could shoot the man dressed completely in black with red converse shoot Masamune 4 times to the chest making him fall on the ground.

Selene tried to yell in vain, no sound came as she was trying to still recover her breath. Her vision became blurry with tears while struggling, at this point she couldn’t believe what she saw. Taking a deep breath she broke the lock on her arms, sending one of her assailants to the floor. Darting to run toward Masamune, Selene felt the electric shock and felt unconscious to the floor. Her last thought before losing consciousness was to know if Masamune was alive or dead.