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Mindful Parenting in the Digital Age: Insights from Digital Lullaby and Spotlight and Shadows by Orchids The International School

In today’s fast-paced digital world, parenting has evolved into a complex landscape where technology and family dynamics intersect in unprecedented ways. With this in mind, Orchids The International School has launched two compelling films, Digital Lullaby and Spotlight and Shadows, as part of their campaign to promote mindful parenting. These films not only highlight the challenges of excessive…

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Also on AO3.

Pairing: Kakashi/Sakura

Summary: Almost six feet. Dazzling eyes. Body fit for the Olympian gods. Promises, promises. Sakura was excited about her blind date. Until she saw him.

Her past has caught up to bite her in the arse. And she's going to murder Ino for this.

Prompt: Day 3 | Blind Date

Rated: Mature

Words: 4,348

Status: Complete.

Author note: Hiya! More KakaSaku. Long time coming. I'm so happy to be writing this pairing again. Weirdly, it doesn't feel like it's been the forever it has been. :)

This was only supposed to be 1k so the 4k is a fun surprise. :)

And, this was written for KakaSaku week 2024 on Tumblr. Prompt: Day 3: Blind Date.

Enjoy. :)

Tags on AO3: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Teacher-Student Relationship, Sex, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut, Existential Angst, Existential Crisis, Pining, Mutual Pining.

For KakaSaku Week 2024. @scarecrowsandcherryblossoms

.:.

Sakura Haruno was going to kill her best friend. Throttle her. Bury her body in the Yamanaka family estate gardens. Pretend she'd never met the woman before in her entire life. Ino's incompetence was going to land Sakura in jail, she just knew it.

"You'll have a great time," Ino had insisted. "He's hot. You're desperate."

"I'm not desperate."

"It'll be fine."

Sakura remembered quite vividly the moment when everything went wrong. She never should've told her irrepressible friend that she had a thing for older men.

"Not too old, mind you, or I'd feel like he was babysitting me instead of dating me."

There was something icky about that.

Sakura was newly twenty-three years old, and fresh from her studies, ready to choose between internal medicine and its subspecialties for her future in medicine.

Here I come, Tohoku University!

And she hadn't gotten laid since her first time in high school. She was looking for a bit of fun before her internship began. Wet her whistle. Warm her nethers. And end her dry spell. Basically, get something hard and soft between her thighs and so deep she could live off the memory for the next ten years.

Ino had started dating some guy she met on tinder called Genma. A guy in his early thirties who apparently new a guy who also knew another guy who was also looking to get themselves a little one-on-one action over the weekend.

"I've got just the man for you."

And Sakura was actually excited.

.:.

(It didn't last long.)

Almost six feet. Dazzling eyes. Body fit for the Olympian gods.

Promises, promises.

Ino was vague on the details but that was fine. She had an active imagination that could fill in the blanks.

She couldn't help but wonder what he looked like. Did he have dark eyes? Bright eyes? And maybe silky smooth long hair. Short, spiky hair. Curly hair. Messy hair. Maybe he had a goatee. Or really bushy eyebrows. No, that wasn't attractive at all.

She just hoped he was nice enough to speak to, because Ino was right that it had been too long for her. He could be Adonis reincarnated but if he pissed her off, she would be out of there faster than Ino when it came time to go grocery shopping.

Here goes.

She'd primped and primed herself. Her maybe one night stand (or weekend long, she was game) awaited her.

I don't have time to date.

Sakura pushed open the restaurant door, and scanned the room nervously. She just wanted someone who would be easy to talk to. Creating that calm ambiance would increase her chances of finding someone decent, and his chances of getting laid.

She smiled. "Pink orchids..."

Her blind date would be wearing one on his collar. It was old-fashioned and cliche but exciting nonetheless. She'd even dressed to match, her sleek, simple dress styled in a soft floral pattern - nothing ostentatious, it complimented her pink hair instead of clashing with it.

"Where are you?"

A moment later, Sakura's gaze landed on the sole orchid in the room. And as her eyes rose to meet his, she couldn't stop herself from gasping loudly.

She'd imagined the guy Ino had described a dozen different ways.

But not like this.

Never like this.

Mismatched eyes zeroed in on her and all the breath left Sakura's lungs. Her eyes widened. His eyes widened. They were quite the pair, gaping like fish out of water.

It's him.

The horror story of her life was coming true.

As she stood there, her body frozen in place in shock, Sakura couldn't help but remember the horror of having once been both stupid and in love.

.:.

Six years ago. (And two years later.)

She'd been a bumbling nineteen year old when they first met. Her heart on her sleeve. Her future unsure. Her innocence still intact - metaphorically. Stars in her eyes. Naive about love, since her only real boyfriend had left her for someone else. She'd been determined to forget about boys, and love, and the sex she had barely dipped her toes into.

She had a career to study for. A life to prepare for. A heartbreak to recover from. And therapy to stick to, that didn't involve a rebound relationship.

Sakura wasn't looking for romance. Or sex. Or companionship of any kind.

"How tragic," Ino had said.

So, Sakura hadn't seen him coming.

He was her social science teacher during her general studies programs after high school. When Sakura was debating which medical field to get into, Professor Hatake was starring in her wet dreams and keeping her awake at night. Her only reprieves being her fingers and an assortment of toys she'd become intimately familiar with over the two years of their professional relationship.

He'd been aloof. Hot. Kind but strict. And she'd spent many a night fingering herself to get him out of her head.

Not that it worked, entirely. But it did take the edge off.

They met an hour into class time. He had a reputation for being late, but if you weren't there when he arrived, you could kiss your passing grade goodbye.

All the girls (and some of the guys) swooned when he entered the room for the first time. Sakura's stomach did a somersault like everyone else's. Butterflies danced in her abdomen the entire lecture. Hot, coiling tension in between her legs, she barely kept up with his pace as he flew through the curriculum.

She'd studied almost non-stop for this. But as her heart raced and her mind fumbled, Sakura wondered if it had even been worth it.

She had a crush on her teacher.

It was horrifying.

Sakura could not and would not let him affect her studies. Her ex-boyfriend had done that and she almost didn't make it into this university.

Never again.

So, after that first day, Sakura made sure to never join the throng of admirers that stayed back, hoping to monopolise his time. He clearly wasn't enjoying the attention but they didn't seem to care.

"Did you see how he looked at me?"

"No way, he was totally looking my way!"

"Delusional! He winked at me!"

"Did not!"

Twittering girls.

Sakura behaved herself for almost two years, only speaking when spoken to. Ignoring the hot flushes of arousal everytime their fingers grazed one another when he handed her something. Pretending he wasn't looking at her during the classes where he specifically lectured on the social constructs of sex in society.

She would lick her lips involuntarily as their eyes met and then inwardly curse herself when Professor Hatake stuttered or simply paused to close his eyes momentarily.

As though he was as affected by her as she was by him.

But she was determined not to let him affect her. One word from him or a suspicious biddy and she could be tossed out on her arse. No degree. No future. Her life ruined. It wasn't an unprecedented fear. Even at barely nineteen she understood this.

So, she never participated in the extra credit modules he offered the top students outside of class hours, even though she could really use the boost. Not that Sakura would ever fall behind. No. She was an overachiever.

Two years.

The tension was painful at times but she stuck with it, continuously topping the class despite her self-imposed limitations. Fighting to maintain her position as the best student on his roster, with minimal interactions from her very hot and fuckable teacher. Reminding herself that all the things she wanted to do to him (and have him do to her) could get her penalised, not to mention expelled.

But everytime he handed her her exemplary grade, she had to mentally chant a prayer to Kami to keep her sane. To keep her from jumping his bones. It was partly because she was falling irrevocably in love with the man, but also because exemplary grades were a rare event even without a hard arse teacher.

Both options were making her itch in unmentionable places.

And it all finally came to a head on the last day of class. They'd completed their tests. Humoured Professor Hatake's last minute quizzes. Completed the mandatory, approved courses. Said their respectful farewells. Received their degrees.

With surprisingly little fanfare.

Until Professor Hatake broke their silent agreement and asked her to stay back afterwards.

She almost said no.

What could he possibly want after all this time?

The girls around her twittered as Sakura slowly packed up her belongings. She impatiently waited for them to take the hint and leave before she approached her teacher's desk.

He had that eye-twinkling smile he saved for his truly genuine moments when good-naturedly debating his students on lazy Friday afternoons.

"Miss Haruno, take a seat, please "

It sounded like a reprimand but she took the offered chair and shifted uncomfortably.

"Now, don't look so terrified," he joked. "I just wanted to congratulate you on completing every module with perfect scores, and offer you this."

She leaned forward expectantly as Professor Hatake slid a piece of paper to her across the desk.

A letter of recommendation.

Her eyes stung as she fought back the tears. Happy tears, of course. Along with the heavy feeling of why would he do this kind of emotional turmoil.

"In all my time teaching social studies to pre-med students," he started saying, as Sakura stared agape at the typed out praise and proof of his respect for her. "I've never met such a dedicated student."

She couldn't believe it. He ... typed up a letter of recommendation, addressing her future professor that outlined her dedication, determination and skill. She'd already decided on her medical studies modules and field of expertise. Professor Hatake knew this, as one of his final assessments had been a self-assessment of personal intent and goals for their intellectual horizons.

In total, she envisioned six years of study (including the two she just spent) to finally become a doctor and forget her teenage crushes and stupid low self-esteem. And now, she'd spent countless hours trying to get those eyes out of her mind, heart, and soul.

And all of her ambitions were laid out before her.

"Professor..." She didn't know what to say, running her fingers along the letter.

"Do you accept?"

Her head snapped up and Sakura stared into those unfathomable, mismatched eyes. The warmth and understanding that shon through almost broke her. Even with his infernal mask on she'd always been able to tell if he was genuine or not.

Sakura swallowed heavily. "I-I accept, of course."

He stood up and walked around his desk. Seizing up, Sakura inhaled sharply, her nose full of his scent. She scrambled to her feet.

"Sir?"

He stopped an inch from her and she was suddenly hyper aware of every inch of him.

"I have a personal matter to discuss as well," he said, his voice low, his eyes darkening as they peered into hers. "Feel free to reject me without reprisal or concerns for my wellbeing."

Sakura's lips parted in anticipation as his fingers parted her fringe. Her mouth was dry and she suddenly couldn't think of a thing he'd ask that she wouldn't agree to.

"We've been doing this dance for a while now," he said softly. "And I didn't want to presume your interest, nor put you in a difficult situation in the middle of your studies."

All Sakura could do was nod in acknowledgement that she knew what he was talking about.

He smiled and she felt her knees weaken. "But it's over now. And..."

He looked embarrassed all of a sudden.

"You want to know if there really is some interest." She wasn't asking.

Kakashi nodded.

He was suddenly just Kakashi to her. She glanced down at the letter of recommendation. He said there would be no reprisals. She could walk away and take the letter with her.

She had what she wanted.

But he was offering her so much more.

Sakura turned back to him and raised a hand to cup the side of his face. Half-hidden by a mask but still so expressive. He leaned into her touch and she felt a pulse of desire ripple through her body.

"I'm interested."

This is so wrong.

He peered at her, his eyes darting between hers like he was trying assess the intensity behind her words.

She swallowed. "Right now."

So very wrong.

Looking back at this later, she might say she regretted acting so fast. That reliance on her hormones for important decision making involving people she had feelings for was always a bad idea. But he was offering himself up on a silver platter and the small, dark part of her that hated that it had been two years, with countless self-made orgasms, and innumerable self-pitying, lonely nights, desperately wanted this.

So wrong .. that it's right?

Kakashi pulled away suddenly, leaving her to frown for a moment. He strode to the door and turned the latch on the knob. They were locked in.

He leaned against the door, watching her carefully.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "For as long as this door remains locked, you consent to what I've wanted to do to you for eighteen months, five days, eight hours and," he glanced at the watch in his wrist, "fifteen seconds."

Fuck.

Well, when he said it like that.

Sakura lifted her chin and dropped her bag to the floor. She tried to exude confidence as she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. Kakashi watched with obvious interest as the garment came off and joined her bag on the floor.

Her bra was lace but otherwise simple and unassuming, much like her breasts. But his eyes were greedily soaking them in even as Sakura undid the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Fuck.

The look on his face was priceless. Mouth agape and pale skin tinged with pink. He swallowed, visibly affected by her state of near undress.

It made her feel empowered.

She should have insisted he reciprocate by removing his own clothing next but Sakura was currently drunk on this power she suddenly had.

The attractive, widely admired and sought after Kakashi Hatake was ogling her and she wasn't about to disappoint.

Pushing aside her self-deprecating thoughts regarding her body, Sakura reached around to release the clasp on her bra. This was it, the true point of no return. She paused as Kakashi pushed off from the door and stalked towards her.

He tugged off his coat, the shirt underneath falling to the floor with it. He backed her against his desk and caged her in with his body.

"Sakura, Sakura," he admonished.

She inhaled him deeply as he leaned into whisper directly into her ear, "why do you tease your professor so much?"

His fingers were trailing along her naked chest, skirting the underside of her breasts.

"I think I need to punish you."

Two years of riotous anticipation coiled in her abdomen and pooled between her thighs. She was already embarrassingly wet.

Kakashi nipped at her earlobe, sending more tremors through her body. His hands brushed her hips before delicately teasing her nipples, twisting the peaks and eliciting a moan from her. He cupped her tits for a moment before Sakura pulled away to sit on the edge of the desk.

He moved with her and started to duck down but she stopped him.

"Mask off," she demanded. He quirked an eyebrow at her. "I want your skin on mine."

He nodded in agreement.

Sakura was entranced as Kakashi revealed himself. Somehow it felt far more intimate than her being mostly naked on his desk and dripping down her thighs.

He's so hot.

Everything from his sculptured face to those mismatched eyes was perfect. If he walked around without the mask, he'd be constantly mobbed by his fans.

Kakashi's smirk was somehow knowing and apathetic at the same time. He wasted no more time in ducking his head down again, this time to capture her right nipple on his mouth. She gasped as he teased the other one with his hands.

"Kakashi!"

He chuckled. She squirmed. He was so good at this. Sakura grabbed a fistful of his hair and moaned. His hands moved to her back now, stopping her from laying down, as he alternated between worshipping her breasts with his mouth and tongue.

Like he was feasting on her.

If this was his idea of punishment, she could get used to it pretty quickly.

Sakura tried to get more of his wet mouth on her body but soon, Kakashi was ready to move on. He released her nipples with a pop and gently pushed her onto her back.

Kakashi took a moment to admire his handiwork. Her skin was flushed and slightly bruised from his attention.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Sakura preened under the weight of his stare and praise. She arched her back, stretching her arms above her head to accentuate her breasts, and lifted her hips to press into his. His erection was obvious through his trousers and Kakashi hissed at the contact.

Legs wrapped around his hips, Sakura dug her heels into his arse. It made him jolt impossibly closer and she felt him twitch at her entrance.

This is real. It's really happening.

Her earlier, negative thoughts about how wrong this was were dead and buried at this point. She reached down and tugged on his belt.

"Fuck me, Kakashi Sensei."

She'd never used the title so provocatively before.

Kakashi leaned over, pressing his chest against hers. He hesitated for only a moment before capturing her mouth. She parted her lips immediately, moaning as her teacher kissed her deeply, slowly rocking his hips against hers.

"Hm." She groaned.

Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck as he started pushing down his trousers. His underwear went with it and he kicked them off to the side.

Kakashi pulled away again and Sakura got one glorious look at him fully naked and painfully hard, bulging and ready for her, before he ducked down again, this time to start sliding her knickers down her legs.

She was fully bare before him, humming with pleasure and expectation, confident and aroused. Sakura parted her knees as Kakashi inhaled her scent, his breath tickling her folds. One hand holding her hips down as she bucked. The other hand joining his mouth as he teased and plucked her.

When she could bear it no more, he curled his fingers inside her, his thumb finding that perfect, special spot. Sakura cried, instinctively trying to hug his head with her thighs.

"Kakashi!"

The ceiling blurred and her vision exploded as she came. She shuddered one last time before flopping backwards, boneless, and then jerked suddenly as Kakashi's tongue darted out to taste her.

"Too sensitive," she whined.

He chuckled. "You taste amazing, Sakura. And sound delightful when you're coming on my fingers."

She smiled and closed her eyes, not at all bothered that she was still completely exposed to him.

Kakashi stood and stepped away from her and she barely paid attention as he rifled through his bag. Sakura threw an arm over her face as she struggled to come down from her high, but couldn't resist a peek at his body.

Kakashi was partly blocked by the desk and her own legs but she could see that he was also flushed. Excitement. Arousal. Whatever it was, she could see it all over him. And as he stood unashamedly straight, her eyes dropped automatically to the hardness between his legs.

She throbbed at the sight.

"Sakura," he said, bringing her attention to the condom packet in his hand.

She had been wrong. Her naked in front of him was not when this got real. That real moment was upon her now. She shakily sat up.

"Last chance," he said. "I want this. But if you have any doubts, please say so now."

He was standing naked before her, offering her an out, and she understood why. This would change everything. Tomorrow, her new life would begin and she may never see him again. The Board of Education would not look on them kindly if they continued this and then were discovered.

People would make unwanted presuppositions about them. She could just see the gossipers now, thinking they'd been together this whole time. That she'd fucked him for the exemplary grades.

She took a moment to steel herself.

But Sakura thought herself in love. Was this a good or bad idea because of her feelings? It didn't matter. Only making this moment count mattered to her now.

And that was precisely why she nodded, then laid back down and spread her legs once more. She looked over at him, the swell of her breasts not high enough to block out his intense stare, nor the twitch of his dick as realisation sunk in.

"I want this too," she said confidently.

He approached her once more, taking a moment to kiss her deeply. She relished the feel of his mouth on hers. His body pressed against hers. Then she pulled on his arm impatiently and he smirked.

She wriggled her bum as the sound of plastic ripping echoed in the silent room. Sakura didn't stop to wonder why he had one ready like his. Maybe he'd planned this more intimately than she'd first presumed. It no longer mattered.

He gripped her hips gently and Sakura forced down her initial anxiety as Kakashi began to slowly inch inside of her. She gasped. He felt larger then he'd looked, but she was no expert.

"Relax," he whispered, and then swallowed her moans as he quickly slid the rest of the way in.

Her insides on fire, she gripped his hips with her legs again, silently urging him to start moving.

"Fuck," he groaned, now burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hips thrusting.

Kakashi's arms encircled her body and Sakura closed her eyes, digging her nails into his back. Her own back was taking a beating as he fucked her against the grain of the desk. 

When she finally felt it, that red hot ache of desire, Sakura's eyes flew open and she grasped Kakashi, fumbling with his sweaty arms, trying to get his attention.

Her mouth had stopped working properly. She could only growl in reply to every rut of his body against hers.

"Ka... Ka.. Shi.."

The fever inside her sped up and Sakura was helpless against it. She closed her eyes again, letting her second orgasm wash through her body. The friction eased and her inner walls eased fluttered around him.

As her teacher came undone on top of her, Sakura muffled herself by biting her lip hard enough to make it bleed.

They had only a few minutes of breathlessness and no more time to recover before reality hit them hard and fast.

"Kakashi!"

She started, jumping up as Kakashi reeled backwards.

That wasn't her voice.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

"Kakashi? You in there?"

The door rattled.

"Why is this damn thing locked?"

No, no, no, no, no!

They were going to know! She stunk of sex!

With no other option, she gathered her clothes as the man behind the door called out again, racing to dress herself. She paid no mind to Kakashi as he did the same.

Sakura ducked behind the door, bag hugged to her chest, and nodded to Kakashi before he finally let this mystery man in.

From the back, she could just make out his side profile and some thin looking stick poking out of his mouth, as he greeted Kakashi suspiciously.

She didn't care what Professor Hatake told this man, it wasn't her friend that almost walked in on them. She needed to leave. Now.

Forgetting in her panic that this room had a back entrance, Sakura edged towards the half-open main door. She glanced at the forlorn look on Kakashi's face before turning to flee the scene of her shame.

Accidentally leaving her letter of recommendation behind.

.:.

Four years later.

But that was a lifetime ago. So much had happened. She would begin her life as a resident in Konoha Hospital soon. She'd just turned twenty-five. Her life was coming together.

And here Kakashi was again, to scare her into thinking it was over.

Fuck.

Sakura stared at the man who'd made her heart raced as she came. The man who'd fucked her like she was more than just a student. Made her feel in a way that nobody else had.

"Sakura?" He stood, a mix of confusion and desire overwhelming his visible features, and body language.

She turned, ready to flee once more. Perhaps it was simply in her nature to avoid the man. She still wanted him so bad. That much was obvious from the way her body was pulsing, remembering how he'd tasted and felt on top of her. Inside her.

She shivered.

"Sakura, please, stay?"

She paused, looking back at him.

There was no reason to deny him. No excuse to crawl back into the dark, lonely hole she'd dug for herself. She couldn't think of anything.

No fear that held true any longer.

So, she turned back, trying to swallow her fear. Sakura would kill Ino later, because there was no way the blonde hadn't known who Kakashi was to her.

Sakura had told her everything afterwards.

Kakashi let out a deep sigh of relief as Sakura moved towards his table.

"You look... beautiful," he breathed.

She couldn't help but smile, but didn't sit down.

"Thank-you. You look.. quite good."

There's that eye crinkle again.

"We have a lot to catch up on," he said.

She nodded.

"But first, let's do it right this time." He held out his hand. "I'm Kakashi."

Sakura's smile widened and she shook his hand. "I'm Sakura. Pleased to meet you."

Sakura let out a laugh, the tension releasing from her body as they both sat. And quite suddenly, she couldn't wait for this date to go well, all over again.

.:.

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"I Don't Know..."

Description: Velvet and Orchid reunite for the first time since graduation. And with Velvet, nothing good lasts forever.

Characters: Velvet, Orchid, Veneer

Pairings: Velvet x Orchid

Warnings: Angst. Mild sexual implications, though nothing is explicitly described. Swearing. Internalized homophobia (kinda)

Authors Note: Hi everyone, I'm alive, yippee. Been super busy with uni and life. But expect more activity from me in the upcoming weeks. As usual, feel free to give feedback and enjoy.

Velvet curled beside the purple haired Rageon, her head resting on the others chest, reveling in the way it would rise and fall with each slow even breath. Under the messy sheets of Velvet's bed, their limbs were tangled comfortably, neither ready to let the other go yet. Velvet's arms were wrapped loosely around Orchid's waist, while Orchid rested one hand on the idols hip, the other playing with a lock of green hair.

This is so nice. Velvet thought. But it never should have happened...not like this.

Velvet opened her eyes to peer at the red lipstick stains that littered across the purples Rageons neck and chest. She trailed a perfectly manicured finger against one of the marks, smudging it. In response, Orchid hugged her tighter, burying her face into Velvet's hair.

This had started with a kiss about 6 years ago, in their final year of high school.

Orchid had always had a crush on Velvet, and Velvet certainly thought there was...something about that purple haired Rageon with the nerdy glasses. Of course, admitting that would be social suicide. She was the popular girl, the one that all the girls wanted to be and all the boys wanted to have. And Orchid was just...Orchid, a girl who was just average in every way possible.

But a kiss changed all of that.

Why she kissed Orchid back then, she'll never know, and the exact details of that night had been mostly lost to time. But she remembered it was after their graduation ceremony, she remembered sneaking off into one of the hallways outside the gym that were off limits to students. She remembered finding Orchid lurking around her locker, perhaps being all sentimental or something. She remembered striking up a chat with the purple Rageon, and then they kissed.

Velvet conveniently forgotten who initiated the kiss first, but she'd rather she not know at all.

That first kiss was short and soft, sweet. Despite all the guys Velvet had kissed over the years, it was like it was her first kiss all over again. Kissing Orchid felt different somehow, like a switch had been flipped, it made her knees weak and her heart thrum heavy against her chest, made her dizzy.

When they pulled apart, it was like she saw Orchid for the first time, truly saw her, she looked into her violet eyes and saw a new reflection of herself staring back.

It scared her.

So she ran away.

She had moved on since then, she and her brother deciding to leave their old lives behind and focus on their careers and rise to fame. She had sworn off of any romantic relationship since, believing that it would weigh her down on her way to success. Veneer thought differently, he fell in and out of relationship one after the other. Velvet brought it up to him once, warning him that could bring unwanted drama in their lives. He simply said it'll bring a special kind of spice to their music. Velvet couldn't argue with that.

Everything was going perfectly, Velvet and Veneer has grown a mass following with their enchanting voices and captivating performances. Every year they topped the charts and won many awards over the years.

Until she met Orchid after one of her performances.

Every five years, the twins hold an ultra exclusive raffle for their fans as a way of celebrating the anniversary of their first Life Award. Fans place their names down for a chance to meet their idols, be given exclusive merch for free and selfies with either twin. Only ten names will be selected and fans can only apply their names once. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity so many Rageons across the Mountain flocked in droves for the chance to even get a sniff of the twins.

So the fact Orchid was one of the lucky few to be randomly selected was pure luck.

Or perhaps fate.

A cruel fate.

It wasn't the first time someone from high school wanted to reunite with their fellow classmate now turned famous celebrity. Ever since she and her brother topped the charts, they've received dm's on all of their social from past friends and classmates expressing interest in reconnecting. Both twins would leave them on read.

Velvet wanted nothing to do with them. Veneer had better friends now.

But when she was faced with Orchid, many conflicting feeling churned in her gut. She wanted to throw her arms around Orchid's shoulders, tell her how much she missed her and ask her how she's been. But that would imply that they were ever close in the first place.

She also wanted to pretend like she didn't the person in front of her and act dumb when Orchid would evidently mention they went to the same school. But that didn't feel right either.

It didn't help that Orchid looked so...different. She was taller for a start, and she wore clothes and actually suited her figure, before she would wear only oversized t-shirt or hoodies, like she was trying to hide herself from everyone. Speaking of her figure, it was clear that Orchid hit the gym at some point, no longer was she skinny and scrawny, as evidenced by her toned biceps and torso.

Her hair was slightly longer too, what was once a cute little bob haircut was now tied into a short ponytail. Her ears were pierced with small diamond studs as well as a simple silver brow piercing.

She looked hot.

That brought up some unwanted feeling within Velvet.

"Oh my god, Orchid? Is that really you?"

Orchid chuckled and rubbed her arm nervously, her voice was deeper now too. "Yeah it's the hair isn't?"

A small laugh bubbled with Velvets chest, she couldn't help herself. She approached the purple haired Rageon, her arms open in invitation, to which Orchid happily accepted. "You look amazing."

Orchid patted her lightly on the shoulder as they parted, "You're not bad yourself."

Velvet giggled at her charisma and pulled a pen out of her pocket, "What do you want be to sign?" She smirked slyly as she cheekily added, "...Nerd."

Orchid quirked a brow at the pop star in return, lifting two bags worth of merch. "How much time you got?"

During the hour they had together, between Orchid passing a shirt, album or poster and Velvet signing her signature on each item, the two engaged in deep conversation as though they'd been friends for years. Velvet would ask what she's been doing with her life, what region of Mount Rageous she lives in, if she has any cats, etc. And Orchid would ask her what it's like being famous, what are the stresses she has to deal with daily and how Veneer's been doing.

They bantered back and forth and laughed so hard at times Velvet felt like her stomach was going to slip out her mouth. It felt great, to laugh so genuinely for once. But there was that nagging voice in the back of her head. The one that kept repeating itself like a broken record. This is Orchid, the one and only, this was the girl that used to sit in the back of the classroom, the girl that was never asked out to any school dance, the girl who arrived to school by herself and left school by herself. The girl she kissed all those years ago.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Both girls jumped when three loud knocks rapped on the door, signaling the end of their meet and greet. "Times up!" The gruff voice of the security guard echoed on the other side of the door.

"Just a minute!" Velvet replied, helping Orchid put her stuff into her bags. "Sorry. I wish we had more time."

Orchid gave a weak, thin lipped smile. "It's ok Vels. It was nice catching up with you. See ya."

Orchid clutched her bags as she turned towards the door to leave, if she goes through that door it would likely be that last time they could ever speak like this. The thought alone made Velvet want to throw up, and before she could even stop herself, words started spilling out of her mouth.

"Orchid wait!"

Orchid's hand hovered over the doorknob, her heard turned over her shoulder to peer at the pop star. Velvet could have sworn there was a flicker of hope in her violet eyes.

"Uhmm..." Shit. What was she supposed to say? She didn't think any of this through. Well she can't back away now. "Veneer won't be home tonight. He usually goes out nightclubbing after a big performance. Probably won't be back until later tomorrow morning."

She paused and inhaled deeply, attempting to calm her nerves. Why was she so nervous? "I was wondering if you'd...like to come over? Y'know, so we can talk more."

Orchid's face went visibly red, and she could help but let out a nervous, flustered chuckle. "O-oh my...one of the greatest pop idols in all of Mount Rageous wants ME to come over to her place. Somebody pinch me. Are you sure? What if the press see us and start some scandalous rumor?"

Velvet clicked her tongue, her nerves easing off slightly. "Ugh, don't worry about it. The tabloids make shit up about me and Ven ever other week. I'm used to it."

The popstar approached the purple Rageon, pulling out her phone. "What's your number?"

The rest of the night had been a real slog to get through. Velvet was exhausted after the meet and greet and was ready to call a limousine to take her home. Veneer was not fazed in the slightest and told Velvet he'd going out tonight, as per usual.

Now she waited for Orchid to arrive at her place. She had sent an message to Orchid with the address to her and her brothers mansion about five minutes ago. Orchid had replied with a short:

"Ok, thanks. See u soon."

While waiting, Velvet decided to get dressed into a pair of comfy silk pyjamas, the letter V embroidered intricately near the strap of her silk tank top. She stood in front of the mirror, deciding to touch up her make up. A part of her wanted to wash it off as she would normally with her routine, but tonight was different, a part of her wanted to impress Orchid.

DING DONG

Shit!

Tossing her red lipstick aside and fixing up her hair quickly, she bolted down the stairs and towards the front door. Orchid was waiting their patiently, a black jacket slung over her shoulders.

"This place is sick Vels. But don't you think a marble fountain of you and Veneer in your front lawn is a bit much?" Orchid teased.

Velvet smirked back and dramatically placed a hand to her chest with a faux gasp of offence, "A bit much you say?! Do YOU have a marble fountain in your front yard to compare it to?"

"Touché"

The moment Orchid stepped foot into her home, the rest of the night's events became nothing but a blur. One minute they were on the couch with a cup of coffee in their hands, the wide flat screen TV turned on for background noise. Then suddenly, somehow, things got intimate, and like a magnet, Velvet felt a pull that made her want to be closer to Orchid, in every way possible. Just like she had all those years ago, she pressed her lips against Orchid's.

At no point before, during, or after the performance did Velvet take any illicit substances, but boy did she feel like she was on drugs. It only made the pull stronger and before she knew it, both women were stumbling up the stairs towards Velvet's bedroom.

It was now past 12am and Velvet wished she had never been born. That way she never would have made the decisions that led her to this moment.

She pulled herself away from Orchid, sitting upright, rubbing her hands over her face.

"Vels?" Orchid whispered, concern laced in every syllable. "You okay?"

Velvet sighed, not looking at the purple Rageon, instead deciding to keep her eyes locked on the night sky outside her window. "No." She said bluntly, she felt ashamed of herself, for all of this, and for what she was about to do. "We shouldn't have done this."

She didn't need to look at Orchid to see the hurt expression on her face, the purple Rageon shifted under the sheets. "I-I'm sorry Vel. Was I too forward? W-was it too much?"

"No." Velvet snapped, shutting the other up immediately. "I think you should leave now." That last part sounded more like a plea than a demand.

There was a long stretch of silence, the air rife with tension. She thought that Orchid was going to get a up and walk out any minute, but instead, she decided to open her mouth, every word dripped with bitterness.

"You know you never did tell me way you kissed me back then. Or why you ran away...but I suppose I can figure THAT out."

Velvet turned her head to look at Orchid, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Orchid leaned up, mirroring Velvet's position, "You know what I mean. Can't have the popular girl getting caught making out with the local nerd right?"

It seemed that Orchid developed a bit of an attitude since graduating, much to Velvet's dismay. She sent the purple Rageon a glare before returning her attention back to the window. "Consider what I did a favor. If we were caught both of us would never hear the end of it. Especially you."

"So then why did you kiss me?"

"Fucks sake Orchid I don't know!" She snapped, "I don't know why I did it. It was a long time ago. Now will you just let it go?"

There was another long stretch of silence, Velvet kept her eyes trained on the moonlight spilling into her room. She didn't want to look at Orchid.

Suddenly, the weight on the bed shifted as Orchid moved to stand up and started searching for her clothes. She muttered under her breath as she slipped on her shirt, "I guess some things never change."

Velvet felt a bile form in her throat and her face grew hot as tears stung her eyes. Don't look at her. Don't look at Orchid.

Then she heard a sniffle come from the purple Rageon and she couldn't help but turn her head to face her. Her violet eyes were brimming with tears. "Can you at least tell me why you asked me here tonight?" She pleaded, every word felt like as stab to Velvet's chest. "You could have just let me walk away and none of this ever would have happened."

Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks as she replied. "I don't know."

Wet streaks stained Orchids cheeks, she wiped them away hastily and shook her head. She was so utterly done with this, so done with Velvet. Why did she have to be so infatuated with her. The girl who would never love her back.

"See ya." She whispered shakily. Turning around and leaving through the door.

That was the last time Velvet would ever see of her.

Veneer was positively beaming as he parked his car in the driveway, still somewhat flush from a long night of clubbing. He stepped out of the car with shaky legs, locking the car doors as he approached the front door. His keys jangled as he went to unlock it until he slid his keys into the keyhole and realized it was already unlocked.

Strange? Perhaps Velvet unlocked it this morning for him?

No, she was never that considerate.

He felt a pang of panic as he opened the door and saw no sign of Velvet. She never would have left the door unlocked, not when anyone could break in and steal their precious expensive belongings.

"Vels! You here?!" He called out.

Her room. She had to be in her room.

Locking the front door when he closed it, tossing his coat on the coat hanger and kicking his shoes off he rushed up the stairs and down the hallway where Velvet's room was. The door was cracked open slightly.

He knocked lightly against the door, "You in there Vels?"

Silence for a moment, then he heard a groan. Phew she was in there.

"You left the door unlocked silly. Anyone could have just walked in."

Silence again, and then another groan.

"You okay?"

No response.

This wasn't normal. Something was wrong.

"Are you decent?" He asked, pressing a hand against the door, ready to push it open.

Still no response.

He slowly pushed the door open, peaking his head in first before approaching the lump in the middle of Velvets bed.

"Vels...what's wrong?"

The lump moved, the blanket being pulled down to show her mascara streaked face, red lipstick smudged across her mouth and chin.

She looked awful.

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Hey hey, what happened? Talk to me..."

She only shook her head, bringing her hands to her to her eyes as fresh tear fell down her cheeks.

All Veneer could do was hold her as she sobbed.

[kimium]

What are your top 5 headcanons for Rook/Vil? 👀👀👀

Oh hi friend! Thank you so much for this ask! As you (and many) are aware, Rook/Vil is my favourite ship in Twisted Wonderland. I'm always so happy to talk about them. Before I get started though, I do want to make it clear that 1) This is just my opinion and my headcanons and 2) I play in the ENG server, so if there is something either I haven't seen because it's in the JP server or because of some "lost in translation" thing, sorry.

My Top Five Headcanons for Rook/Vil

5. Vil has met Rook's parents. The first time was entirely accidental.

With Rook casually revealing to Epel and Yuu that his family is rich and owns many villas around the world, there had to be a point that Rook offered one of the villas to Vil. Perhaps Vil was in the middle of some photo shoots, press tour, or acting and needed a place to stay. Or maybe it was a rare break for Vil from both work and school and Rook decided to offer one of his family villas as a get away.

Regardless, I love the image of Rook and Vil in a cozy villa, overlooking the ocean or maybe an orchid across the way owned by some family that Rook loves talking to every morning. They're enjoying the time together, playing a little bit of house. One morning Vil walks downstairs, expecting only Rook at the table, when he meets Mr. and Mrs. Hunt. I bet this is embarrassing not only because Vil isn't 100% put together but because he's not put together because of Rook. It's a first impression Vil wishes he could scrub from everyone's minds, but Rook's parents find it charming and adorable.

4. Vil and Rook's relationship is an "open secret" at NRC. No one is going to tell the media though; they like living.

Like many famous people, I think Vil wishes to keep his love life mostly out of the public eye/media. Not that he's attempting to hide his relationship with Rook (impossible on campus), but Vil hasn't made some public announcement. Why would he want to? The media already hounds him 24/7. (Vil thanks the Seven every day that NRC has strict rules about media presence on campus.) It also isn't that he doesn't want to someday announce happily to the world that Rook is his, it's just for now Vil is fine with the open secret.

I also think it's hilarious to imagine all of Pomefiore (and majority of campus) to either decide 1) It's really none of my business if Vil and Rook are dating. I'm staying in my lane. Or 2) Wouldn't it be funny if we collectively ignored every tabloid reporter or journalist looking for an easy story. Vil deserves his privacy from those vultures. Like, I'm imagining whenever students are off campus tabloid reporters are always waiting to "ask them questions" about -insert character in the major public eye-. All the students just blankly look at the reporters or say "WHO? I've never heard of him" to their questions.

3. Rook nearly got escorted off a set by security the first time he came to drop off something Vil forgot.

Sort of tying into my prior one, since Vil and Rook aren't publicly announcing they're dating there had to be ONE time that this happened. In the security guard's defense, they're used to people trying to sneak in claiming to either know Vil or sent to deliver something to him. Sure, Rook is in the NRC uniform, but that doesn't mean free access. However, those poor security guards probably had to sit through Rook wax poetically about their "devotion to their jobs" or something like that. It's a good thing Vil personally stepped out to meet Rook and didn't sent an intern or personal manager. Those guards would have been stuck for hours.

Also, imagining the guard's surprise when Vil sighs, walks up to this weird man spouting poetry (with random French intermingled), and drags him off with a "sorry, he's with me".

2. Rook and Vil have probably one of the spiciest sex lives.

Here is my one (1) sexy idea you'll get out of me for this list. I have many ideas but I don't want to share all of them. What I want to say is I think Rook and Vil are open to trying many things together and put their 100% into it. Sure they have boundaries but they're mature enough to communicate so it's fun and comfortable for both parties. They just know each other so well and are always on the same wave length! This translates to their love lives and I think it's Relationship Goals.

Rook is the one to propose to Vil.

While I think Vil wouldn't be opposed to proposing, ultimately I think Rook is the one who does it. It just suits him. Rook is already a romantic at heart. He's planning the proposal well in advance and doesn't even need to ask Vil his hand size because Rook already knows that. The proposal is a private one, definitely not a public proposal, but it's so soft, sweet, and filled with romance that it's truly a day Vil remembers fondly. Afterwards I think the first people Vil tells besides their parents are Jack and Epel. I love Vil's friendship with Jack and there is no way Epel wouldn't be one of the first. Though while Jack is very excited for his friend and congratulates him eagerly, I bet Epel sits there going "It's about DAMN TIME". Vil reflex scolds Epel.

(Also, Vil 100% takes over all wedding preparations. While Rook is calmly taking all of this in stride I think Jack, who is the best man despite believing someone else would be better, is overwhelmed. Epel is ready to Scream and throw something at Vil. Trey is in charge of baking the wedding cake and the poor man somehow manages to balance Vil's micro-managing and Rook's "passionate" nature.)

There we have it! My top five headcanons for Rook/Vil. I hope you like my ideas, friend! If there is anything you want to add for yourself, feel free!

[lavenderrosiefan]

Aikatsu: The Stars of Legend (Season 1)

Ok! So, here's some details...

Plot:

A few months has passed since the events of Aikatsu on Parade. Raki Kiseki and Wakaba Harukaze, AKA Cheer Star, are one of the many Friends units rising in popularity. However, a mysterious organization called Eclipse Dawn, claiming to be looking for "sleeping legends", recruits them, along with some other rookie idols to attend their idol school called Shadow Moon Academy. On the other hand, Raki starts dreaming of a kingdom named Krezuzia, and its queen, Raveria, resembles Raki too much to be a coincidence....

Characters:

Raki Kiseki-The main protagonist of the series and one half of Cheer Star. She is looking to expand her self-created brand, Maple Ribbon, to international audiences.

Wakaba Harukaze: The other half of Cheer Star, and one of Raki's best friends. Her ability of mimicry has led to the creation of an AiTube channel of voice impressions.

Radiance MacCreary (OC): An anxious, spirited girl from Edinburgh. She's very fond of streetwear and orchids. She forms the Friends unit Future Sunshine with Clara.

Clara Anderson (OC): A vivacious, energetic girl from New Orleans, and Radiance's pen pal. Cooking and making colorful ceramics are her favorite hobbies.

Susie Sokolova (OC): A stern, passionate girl from St. Petersburg. She enjoys dancing, sewing, and making hair accessories. She forms the Friends unit Papillon Bellflower with Alexandra.

Alexandra Johansson (OC): A gentle, resilient girl from Stockholm. She likes to plant flowers and practice kickboxing in her spare time.

Noelle Otoshiro: Another one of Raki's friends from the idol convergence incident. She loves talking about Angely Sugar and classical music. She forms the Friends unit Stellar Maestro with Yvoria.

Yvoria Tristess (OC): An alien girl from the planet Clerinia. She's shy and lacks self-confidence, but is sociable when her favorite topics come up-science, history, and hairstyling.

Ruthie Riaz-Cockburn (OC): A proud, haughty girl from London who forms a rivalry with Raki. She enjoys dressage and researching crystals and rare gems. She forms the Friends unit Green Baroness with her older twin sister, Rachel.

Rachel Riaz-Cockburn (OC): Unlike her younger twin, she's a demure, intelligent girl with a dry wit. Her favorite hobbies are sewing and reading detective novels.

[itsuki-minamy]

K - ONE YEAR LATER

CHAPTER 11: REISI MUNAKATA'S RETURN (BY TATSUKI MIYAZAWA)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

A year has passed since then.

"Granny, I brought him!"

When David, the third youngest of her seventeen grandchildren, roared through the front door, Mariana Campos Moreno was dozing in an Equipalace chair woven from orchid fiber and upholstered in tanned pigskin.

She fell asleep in the soft breeze that came through the arched windows.

Beyond that, she could see a courtyard filled with blooming marigolds. It was a flower that her deceased husband loved so much, and even now that her limbs have become useless, Mariana takes care of it herself, not her daughters.

For a moment, Mariana thought with a confused head after waking up.

(Oh, yes. Didn't David say he would bring a lifeguard?)

David Moreno was a headache not only for Mariana, but for his entire family. Even after graduating from school, he was dizzy, and on top of that, he started associating with the young gangsters who ruled that city.

Mariana warned them that he wouldn't get better, but as expected, a larger drug cartel took notice of him, kidnapped her and her friends and nearly executed them.

He looks like he was saved by a single man in the middle of it.

To be honest, it was a shameful story, but David was actually alive, and that was the reason why he cut ties with the gangs. It is said that the benefactor had business with Mariana.

In that case, she should at least make use of her modest special ability.

"Here. I'm here!"

In response to David's youthful voice, the rasp in her voice made her smile wryly. It may not be long before "Day of the Dead" turns from mourning to bereavement.

Hearing that voice, David entered the small room where Mariana was.

"Grandma! Look, he's the "customer" you were talking about."

Mariana narrowed her eyes.

In contrast to the exterior, which shone pure white in the reflected sun, the interior was gloomy, and everything was covered in gray shadows.

"Sorry. My eyesight is bad these days."

All she knew was that a tall man was standing behind David.

"Hello. It's an honor to meet you, Madam."

The man said in fluent Spanish. Mariana was silent for a while.

"What's up, Granny?"

David said anxiously. Mariana stared at the man, then...

"First of all, let me thank you for helping my grandson. Thank you very much."

At her thanks, the man shook his head at her.

"It was a total turnaround. Not something to be thankful for."

It was an elegant and calm voice.

"I heard from David that you are the best tarot reader in Chiapas."

"Yes, I think I'm in the top three even in Mexico. I've told the fortune of a member of parliament, a soccer superstar, and an international actress. It seems you're looking for something."

"Yes.", said the man.

"I'm looking for 'myself' for a while."

Mariana closed her eyes and smiled.

"Oh."

She just rejected him.

"Such "extraordinarily big thing" is not for me, I can't predict it."

David rolled his eyes.

"Wait! Granny."

"I see. It's a shame."

She could tell by his distant way of speaking. Perhaps David, who wanted to have a relationship with the man, even a little, kind of forced him to come here. The man himself perhaps had not the slightest obsession with divination.

Mariana said.

"Also, I'm really sorry, but when I'm around a ridiculously big man like you, my remaining senses go haywire. I'm sorry, but could you go?"

She said it bluntly. The man showed a funny smile without getting angry at all.

"Haha, sorry about this. Have a nice evening, Madam."

He bowed politely and left the room. At the same time, David angrily approached his grandmother.

"That's terrible, Granny! Even though that person saved my life! Even though it's the first time I've met someone I can respect!"

Then Mariana yelled at her poor grandson.

"You, idiot! You will follow that person until you finish paying them for helping you. You'll never let him out of your sight. Here you go! Let's go!"

David's eyes sparkled. It was the first time that his life had meaning.

He turned and chased after the man, yelling loudly.

"Wait!"

She heard footsteps going away.

"Wait, Sir! Mr. Reisi Munakata!"

Mariana leaned back in the chair. The moment she saw his face, she knew.

"That man was a person with a "fate"."

In response to Slate's call, he became the "King".

He clearly realized who he was.

But now...

The Slate was also lost.

What is his current self?

Who is he?

Where should he go if he is not a "King"?

"I..."

Reisi Munakata wondered, and kept wondering.

At first, he toured the country. He gazed at the twinkling stars on the farthest island, he sat meditating in an ancient temple built in a surprisingly difficult place, he strolled through the dazzling neon streets and slept soundly in the total darkness of the virgin forest.

He met, he broke up, fought and saved many people. Reisi Munakata was just Reisi Munakata and he remained Reisi Munakata, but as a result, many people appeared who were impressed with him, who felt indebted to him, who took aim at his life, and who had love and hate for him.

A promising manager who had a heated argument with him about the future of the world temporarily entrusted the company to his subordinates and followed Munakata.

When a wandering genius violinist looked at Munakata, he came up with a tune, so he accompanied him.

Trying to kill Munakata, an assassin walked behind him trying to find an opening.

Munakata did not reject any of them.

Eventually, the Munakata pilgrimage left that country and spread out to sea.

China, Vietnam, Iran, France, England, the United States and Mexico.

Reisi Munakata continued his journey as the wind blew and his feet followed.

And he continued to be Reisi Munakata in all parts of the world. As a result, nearly 100 men and women of all ages followed Munakata.

A martial artist whose dreams had been shattered. An old man wobbling on his legs. A college student who wanted to become a photographer. There was even a former gangster. A chef who made exceptionally delicious Chinese food. Also rich people and poor people.

Their race, age, and gender were all different, but they all had one thing in common: they possessed some kind of supernatural power.

Munakata and his group finally reached the tip of Cape Horn, the southern tip of South America.

Munakata kept looking at the sea at the other end of a remote area where the wind was blowing. How long had it been?

Suddenly, an old man appeared from a gap in the trees and slowly approached.

"Are you Mr. Munakata?"

When Munakata smiled and nodded as he asked hoarsely,

"I have a letter for you. Look, I give it to you."

He gave him the letter. Then slowly he made his way back into the forest. Curious, Munakata broke the seal and looked inside the paper.

After,

"Listen everyone..."

Munakata looked back at his fellow travelers who had been watching the exchange.

"I have received a letter of complaint. It seems that it is high tide. Let's go back to Japan at once."

It was a somewhat radiant smile.

Fushimi Saruhiko was definitely cornering Kamimori Katsuya, the self-proclaimed Black Iron King, and his group.

Upon capturing Tamaki Genjo, the person who literally covered the organization with a veil of black mist, they lost their Strain ability and intriguing protection.

It was not a difficult task for Fushimi and the members of "Scepter 4" to individually contain the exposed members.

Fushimi and Awashima thought the incident would end soon, though the top favorite Kamimori was still on the run.

Nevertheless...

That expectation was immediately nullified by Kamimori's outrageous actions.

Surprisingly, he attacked the "Scepter 4" garrison with only a few of his subordinates.

An unprecedented outrage in which a Strain attacked a public facility staffed by elite members of the Blue Clan, the headquarters of Strain's anti-crime measures, the source of order.

The reason was simply to help his fellow prisoners.

"Fushimi, how are you now?"

Awashima's annoying voice could be heard from the other side of the PDA.

"I haven't been able to return to the camp yet either. At the moment, I was only able to contact Hidaka once, so I gave him instructions, but I don't know the actual details."

Fushimi's response was filled with a disgust that he couldn't hide.

"Yes. I'll be home in about ten minutes. Fushimi. Let's make those who did something so stupid pay a reasonable price."

"Of course, Lieutenant."

And they both hung up almost at the same time. They both felt their pride as members of the blue clan hurt.

According to Fushimi's style, "Scepter 4" was also underrated.

That was the expression.

The unfortunate thing for them was that Awashima and Fushimi were on duty, and Zenjo, Akiyama, and Benzai, Captain Class, who were excellent at swordsmanship, were also absent.

Currently, Hidaka is the only member of the special forces on the scene and seems to be fighting hard with a small number of members.

When the taxi he was riding in got stuck in a traffic jam, Fushimi finally jumped out and ran the rest of the distance on his own. Then, in front of the garrison, he suddenly had a bad feeling and braked.

That insight struck a chord.

A shelf used to store materials suddenly flew out of a window on the second floor of the building, scattering glass and crashing to the ground right in front of Fushimi, causing him to collapse with a harsh sound.

"Let's do it!"

Fushimi looked up with a dangerous glint behind his glasses. Without hesitation, Awashima rushed over.

"Fushimi!"

She already had her hand on the hilt of the saber.

The two nodded to each other, breathing in unison, and tried to jump out of the main entrance.

And so...

"Oya."

They heard a nostalgic voice behind them and stopped involuntarily.

"It's going to be quite lively, isn't it? I've been sitting in the middle for a while, but do I have the qualifications to participate in this festival from now on?"

Katsuya Kamimori was just a simple man.

Tamaki, the superior officer, had told him to abandon him and escape the metropolitan area in the unlikely event of being captured, but he ignored him and retrieved Tamaki and his friends, boarding the "Scepter 4" base.

It was similar to raiding a warehouse where another group of criminals have a stronghold to help their fellow criminals who have been caught.

However, stupidity had to pay a painful price for the strategy devised by Fushimi and the young members of the special forces who carried it out.

The policy that Fushimi conveyed to Hidaka was simple.

In the first place, they were never to let Kamimori near the underground detention center (where Tamaki and the others were being held).

And until all the allies had the strength to do so, they would avoid starting battles as much as possible and build barricades and besiege the castle.

Fuse and Enomoto first.

Later, when Goto and Domyoji returned to his base, Hidaka finally decided to go on the offensive, neutralizing Kamimori's subordinates one by one and restraining them in turn.

Last time, he used the bitter experience of being pushed head-on by a god who boasted ridiculous physical strength. As a result, Kamimori had lost all of his companions and was trapped in a barricade in the middle of the second floor corridor and was left stranded.

Domyoji, Enomoto, Fuse, Goto, and Hidaka pushed him through the barricade, unable to move forward or back.

The shelf that fell in front of Fushimi had been thrown out of the window by the frustrated Kamimori, who was like a wounded bear.

"Dammit!"

Kamimori barked.

"You are dirty! Fight properly, blue clothes!"

His youthful face was dyed red with anger. Many had already decided. After that, it was a calculation how to reduce the damage and capture the god.

"I'm getting a little sad. I'll be your partner for a while.", Domyoji said.

"No, Domyoji-san!"

Hidaka hastily stopped him.

Although Kamimori has a finely chiseled face, he has a boyish face that could be mistaken for a teenager, with a golden shaved head and a white suit that he stripped off to reveal a bold patterned shirt.

Looking at his mischievous appearance...

"Well, even if he's the Black Iron King, he's actually an older brother who graduated from Yankee."

Fuse whispered.

"Perhaps they were abetted by the scheming Tamaki."

Enomoto nodded slightly. Nevertheless...

"But your reasoning is not completely unfounded. As long as the current measures against Strains don't change, I'm sure there will be more such people."

He muttered that under his breath, and the people around him heard that, his face was startled and he nodded his head.

People in the field felt it firsthand.

Some of the current Strains crimes are not due to malice on the part of the person involved, but rather a lack of social systems.

They were all silent for some reason.

"If you're a man, come right now!"

They were keeping watch as Kamimori yelled.

At that moment...

"Do you want a timer? So..."

They heard a very calm voice. They were all puzzled. A shadow was slowly approaching the scene of chaos, climbing the stairs.

"Let me be your partner."

Reisi Munakata, the "Blue King".

The boss of "Scepter 4", who had been absent for a long time, suddenly appeared with a smile on his face. Furthermore, he wore the uniform without any discomfort, and the sword belt was complete. Everyone was speechless at the sudden development.

With his hands folded behind his back, Munakata calmly passed through the barricade and stood in front of the divine guardian. Nobody had time to stop him.

Kamimori looked taken aback for a moment, but immediately...

"Oh! You are the boss of this place. What is it? Will you be the one with me?"

He said happily. Munakata agreed.

"Just like that."

Munakata immediately stopped Kamimori who was about to attack him.

"Let me ask you one thing. Why are you here?"

"Ah?"

"You should have known the risks. If you escaped like this, at least you alone would have been safe enough."

"......"

Kamimori lowered both fists.

He was silent for a while, then...

"No, seriously, I never thought of that. How can you abandon your friends and run off alone?"

"......"

Kamimori looked directly at Munakata. With a desperate expression that he wanted him to understand something.

"Well, just because I woke up with such a strange power, I got fired from the place where I worked so hard. I was so angry, but I didn't know what to do, so I was alone all the time. But Tamaki taught me what I should do. After that, the number of friends gradually increased and they started to follow me."

He cried.

"I'm a hopeless bastard, but if they call me king once, I definitely can't abandon my comrades, right?!"

"......"

Munakata had a smile on his lips and closed his eyes. And when he opened his eyes again...

"Your words touched my heart very much. It's alright. As the King himself, I will face you with all sincerity."

He put his hand on the hilt of the saber.

"Thanks!"

Kamimori joyfully clenched his fists. Munakata still had a soft expression.

"Munakata."

He drew his sword.

"Batto!"

Kamimori rushed forward without pause. Munakata swung his sword across it.

A moment later, the results came out.

A strange noise resounded and the entire building shook violently. Domyoji was the only one there that he could understand exactly what had happened.

"Oh..."

An admiration escaped from his mouth.

Munakata danced in the world of the speed of the gods, dodging the opponent's attack with a fine line, turning his body around and lowering the tip of his sword to directly hit the god's head.

Thus, Kamimori crashed into the ground, and the ground collapsed due to the impact. Kamimori was completely passed out as he was trapped in the construction material on the floor.

Munakata knelt down next to the unconscious Kamimori with a somewhat happy face.

"I'll tell you more when you wake up."

He patted him on the shoulder.

It was a spectacular sight.

After half a delay, the members of the special forces finally cheered and tried to approach Munakata.

But before that...

"Well done!"

"As expected of Mr. Munakata!"

"Good! Good! Munakata!"

People of different nationalities and ages climbed upstairs, jumped over the barricades and surrounded Munakata.

"Do not enter the garrison without permission!"

Fushimi raised his voice in anger and Awashima with a wry smile did the same.

The others were blank.

After that, Akiyama, Benzai, and Kamo, who had rushed back to their bases with Fushimi and Awashima, joined Munakata and gave a briefing in his own office.

By the way, Domyoji and the other members were busy cleaning up after capturing the divine guardians.

Meeting their "King" for the first time in a long time, everyone who stayed there was deeply moved.

Akiyama had a nostalgic face, Benzai had a smile on his lips, and Kamo had slightly teary eyes.

Awashima seemed relieved that Munakata appeared to be in good health. And Fushimi with a cold expression as if he dared to make up for it.

Munakata began to speak.

"Thanks to everyone, I was able to spend a very significant moment."

Then he added.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I know it's been a burden."

He bowed his head courteously and deeply. On the contrary, everyone panicked.

"No, it's not like that."

"Please raise your head!"

Akiyama and Benzai appealed.

"Oh."

Fushimi took a deep breath and said wryly.

"However, it certainly was a burden."

"Fushimi!"

When Awashima rebuked Fushimi...

"You shouldn't say that to your boss who suddenly comes back to this place after wandering around. Being underboss was the hardest to handle."

"Is that so."

Munakata smiled.

"I made Awashima-kun do a lot of things. Thanks again."

He leaned in again. Awashima also blushed.

"It's my job."

She tilted her head back. Kamo asked when the atmosphere calmed down.

"So, Captain, what did you see and hear during this time?"

Munakata slowly said...

"The state of the world after the collapse of the Slate. The current situation of the growing and diversifying Strains. The changing species of humanity... that's the way it is."

The executives of "Scepter 4" kept their thoughts to themselves and remained silent.

Munakata suddenly remembered.

"Speaking of which, Fushimi-kun. You sent a messenger from Cape Horn to give me a letter. How the hell did you know I was going there?"

Fushimi smiled. It seems that Munakata's somewhat mysterious appearance was interesting.

"Don't you know who the head of the department is? It's easy. The head of the department causes various incidents and troubles wherever he goes, so if you look at the news from the overseas network, you can naturally read the route and date expected arrival."

"That's all."

Munakata nodded.

"Well, I thought the head of the department would definitely like that place."

Fushimi slightly averted his gaze and added that in a low voice.

"You read it, right?"

Munakata said with a smile. Fushimi asked back.

"By the way, you've been away for a while. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Munakata neither affirmed nor denied it.

Fushimi's face was dumbstruck. But before he could say anything, Awashima intervened.

"Captain. To me, the Captain will always be the Captain. That doesn't change, right?"

She looked at Munakata. Munakata accepted that sincere look with a soft smile. Then he turned his gaze to Akiyama, Benzai and Kamo in turn.

In response to that unspoken question...

"Eh..."

Akiyama expressed his personal opinion.

"To me, the Captain is someone to look up to and he leads the cause of this country. It's the same now as it was in the past."

"I respect you. I will continue to follow you."

Firmly, Kamo said that wistfully.

"From the moment you recruited me, my time has taken on new meaning. I pledge my unwavering devotion and loyalty."

Finally, everyone's eyes were on Fushimi. Fushimi looked a bit shocked, but he immediately flashed a fearless smile that was typical of him.

"Well, it's you, right? I laughed so hard. I don't understand why you picked them up. Aren't there about 100 people? Since you're the captain, you'll make a place for them, right?"

Munakata closed his eyes.

He was called by various names along the way.

"Boss. General. Don. Okayashi. Adult. And most of all... King.

In the past, he advertised himself to the Slate.

But now...

"The boss is... our King."

Everyone including Fushimi nodded at Awashima's muffled voice.

Munakata's eyes widened.

"That's right. Now, I finally understand the "me"."

It was the time when Munakata's journey ended.

He traveled, walked, met, talked, fought and traveled the world.

He looked at what the world was like now.

He thought about what the world would be like in the future.

When he got some answers and returned to Japan, he was able to understand Reisi Munakata better than before.

He was naturally satisfied with what he had to do.

Reisi Munakata was just Reisi Munakata.

It was easy.

Munakata, who had reached that state of mind, left his companions behind and headed for the person he should talk to the most.

A building that almost reached the heavens where the "Golden King" who once ruled that country lived.

Munakata smiled and looked up. Currently, a silver-white airship is moored there.

That blimp will never take off again.

It will continue in the twelfth chapter, "The World of the Future".

[sinceileftyoublog]

Kali Uchis Album Review: Orquídeas

(Geffen)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

With Orquídeas, singer-songwriter Kali Uchis proves she can do it all. On her magnificent fourth studio album (and second predominantly in Spanish), she dives deep into sumptuous, slow-burning club music and eventually expands, traversing the realms of music of the Latin American diaspora. The potential crossover hits? They're all at the end, catchy as hell but tossed as if they're the least important tracks on the record. Before showing her Latin pop prowess, Uchis looks inward.

Born in Virginia to an American mother and Colombian father, spending summers there while going to school in the United States, Uchis was bound to, sooner or later, make a terrific album featuring both of her formative languages. If her first majority Spanish-language album Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios) ∞ seemed like a collection of experiments, Orquídeas (Spanish for "orchids") feels fully fleshed out. From the start, she alternates between chanting and singing, a sultry coo giving way to an expressive falsetto, on the propulsive shuffle of "¿Cómo Así?" Her transitions between tempos and aesthetics are as natural as her deft combination of Spanish and English is impressive. The R&B of "Me Pongo Loca" morphs into sparkling pop and back, while the ambient jazz synths of the Peso Pluma-featuring "Igual Que Un Ángel" introduce a straight-up funk track. And on the bossa nova stylings of "Tu Corazón Es Mío…", Uchis reveals a jaw-dropping multi-lingual rhyme scheme without missing a beat: "Este amor que tengo es para ti / Always been big on loyalty / Yo sé que eres mío entirely / All that you need's inside of me."

By the time Orquídeas reaches its centerpiece "Te Mata", you realize Uchis is widening her tent of influences. On the bolero song, she sings of escaping a toxic relationship but realizing she's being cast as the villain, ultimately embracing the role, cementing her status within the genre's mythology as a powerful and all-encompassing woman. Further on, there's the dembow of "Muñekita" and merengue of closer "Dame Beso // Muévete", both of which flowingly speed up and slow down, exemplary of their respective subgenres. But nestled between them is "Heladito", sparkling and crystalline early 2000s neo soul. It's the penultimate track on the album, using the act of getting an ice cream as a symbol of luxuriating in the royalty of life's simple pleasures. Dropped like an anvil in the song is the line that sums up what is Uchis' best album to date: "No soy popstar, pero sí soy internacional." She's not a popstar, but she is international, finding ways to scour the globe and peeling back the layers of the pit stops along the way.

[ecoguardiansorg]

Typhoon Koinu Strikes Taiwan: Record Winds Injure 190

TAIPEI — Early Thursday morning, Taiwan experienced the fierce onslaught of Typhoon Koinu. Directly translating to «puppy» in Japanese, this typhoon might bear a benign name, but its effects were anything but gentle. As it tore through southern Taiwan, it left 190 people injured in its wake, though no deaths have been reported.

A Historic Weather Phenomenon

Typhoon Koinu brought with it unprecedented wind speeds, marking a significant event in Taiwan’s meteorological history. As it neared Taiwan on Wednesday night, a monitoring station situated on Orchid Island, off the southeastern coast of the country’s main island, clocked a wind gust reaching a staggering 342.7 kph (212.9 mph). Sustained winds weren’t far behind, registering at 198.7 kph (123.5 mph). Huang Chia-mei, who leads the Central Weather Administration’s Taitung Weather Station, confirmed that these measurements surpassed all recorded wind speeds since Taiwan began its record-keeping in 1897. However, the instrument capturing this historic data met its demise shortly after, unable to withstand Koinu’s might.

By Thursday afternoon, the typhoon’s sustained winds had decreased to 155 kph (96 mph) with gusts dropping to 191 kph (119 mph), but its impact remained palpable throughout the region.

Nationwide Closures and Disruptions

Heavy rain primarily inundated the eastern counties of Taitung and Hualien, with Pingtung county in the south also facing the typhoon’s wrath. This led to widespread cancellations of school and work across various cities, most prominently in the southern port city of Kaohsiung. In contrast, the capital, Taipei, experienced a relatively calm morning as the rain ceased.

As reports from Taiwan’s fire department came in, the west coast cities bore the brunt of the injuries, including major centers such as Taichung, Tainan, and Kaohsiung.

The storm also significantly impacted the travel sector. Domestic flights faced widespread cancellations, with several international flights also affected. Ferry services to the surrounding islands were suspended, causing disruptions for both residents and tourists.

Anticipated Impact on Southern China

Though Typhoon Koinu is showing signs of weakening, it’s set to bring heavy rainfall to the coastal regions of southern China in the upcoming weekend. Preemptive measures have already been initiated in cities like Guangzhou, where select flights and trains have been canceled. Meanwhile, maritime authorities have issued a Level 4 alert, urging caution.

The neighboring Fujian province hasn’t been complacent either, with a total of 137 passenger ferry trips being called off in anticipation of the storm.

Taiwan’s Tryst with Typhoons

Taiwan’s geographical location makes it vulnerable to tropical cyclones. However, direct hits have been infrequent in recent years. Typhoon Koinu marks only the second typhoon to make landfall in the past four years. It closely follows Typhoon Haikui, which affected Taiwan earlier in September.

Conclusion

Typhoon Koinu, despite its endearing name, will be remembered in Taiwan’s history for its record-breaking wind speeds and widespread disruptions. As it moves towards southern China, communities brace themselves, hoping the storm continues to lose its strength. The resilience of the Taiwanese community will be tested in the days to come as they embark on the path to recovery.

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[allschoolscollege]

Orchids The International School, Newtown

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[oflostinfound]

What color is your aura?

Forest

fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. your essence is forest: you are insightful and intense, possessed by your thoughts. you seek the impossible; you are pulled between pragmatism and romanticism, never sure which is right. often you rest in the spaces between black and white, lost in theory. you are the observer. you are the hypothesizer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, sage, moss, and teal, who share your deep contemplation. you are also drawn to the imaginative souls navy and amber, who will help you grow and help you let go of the rational. however, you may struggle to get along with the theatrical personalities of magenta and gold who are too loud in their pride.

Honey

friendship bracelets, beehives, school busses, children's books, flower petals, honeyed toast, polaroids. your essence is honey: you are devoted and endlessly enthusiastic. your friendships are your security; you shroud yourself with people who make you smile and feel lost at sea without them. often you are quick to dedicate yourself to whatever hand feeds you. you are the companion. you are the confidant. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of peach, marigold, yellow, and orange, who share your love of teamwork. you are also drawn to the streamlined souls terracotta and chiffon, who will help you grow and discover your own confidence. however, you may struggle to get along with the heedless personalities of orchid and chartreuse who seem like fair weather friends.

Blush

lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses. your essence is blush: you are outspoken and protect your heart by never offering an apology. you seize your desires; there is a particularity to your passions, and not many are privy to your reasonings. you are protective and extend your heart in a way you will never accept in return. you are the trend-setter. you are the defiant. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, red, tawny, and coral, who share your aspirational intensity. you are also drawn to the honest souls lilac and cream, who will help you grow and realize you are not always under critique. however, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of sky and beige who are too self-effacing.

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[mixed-not-confused]

- But... you're mixed, right?

- How come you speak English so well?

I'm 40 years old, and I don't recall a year of my life I haven't been asked either one of those questions within minutes of new-acquaintance-chitchat and the obligatory "So, where are you from?"

Or, well, I'm lying. When I was a kid, I thought it was appropriate to take a deep breath and answer with all the details.

1999 in Hanoi, Vietnam, was the last time and place I volunteered my full introduction: "I'm half Thai and half Finnish, but I grew up in Ethiopia, Zambia and Kazakhstan." It's also the last time I went to an international school.

At an international school, that introduction still fits in a neat pigeon hole. It doesn't confuse anyone, and it is not followed up with this question:

- So where do you consider home?

I'll save the rant on how much I hate that question and why for another day, and instead, counter with my own question:

WHY is it important to you that I should have an answer to that?

Unless you also grew up like I did, perhaps you are shaking your head now, feeling sadness / confusion / disbelief at my rootlessness. But you know, I never felt it was a problem. In fact, I've always felt that it is a strength.

For many, that is really difficult to comprehend, and I'd rather spare myself the same arguments. So, after 1999, I've simply answered "Where are you from?" with "I'm from Thailand.*"

It's the closest I have to a simple answer.

And yes, if I answer like that, it often gets me the two questions I started this post with.**

If a person has left out some details in their introduction, maybe there is a reason for it. And no, you are not entitled to hear those reasons right after hello, simply because you were unable to pigeonhole that person.

Why? Because your pigeonholes probably reflect some dominant culture norms. So, what you are doing, when you ask those questions, is you are 'othering' someone, and revealing your unconscious biases.

Believe me, it wasn't the first time that month, week, or even day that the person has been reminded they don't belong.

Though my personal experience is mostly related to race and nationality, this applies equally to other identities, such as gender and sexual identity, disability, social class, etc.

Accept who people say they are. It's unlikely that you have better knowledge of their narrative and reasoning.

*Apart from being one of my passport countries, Thailand happens to be a natural habitat of the orchid, a plant that thrives without putting its roots in the ground.

**If you start our journey with those questions, then we are probably not going to be friends. This is also a topic I promise to rant about in another post.

[orizzonteofficial]

Why Galaxy Orizzonte Is the Perfect Choice for Families

Galaxy Orizzonte in Baner is the luxury project apt for all those families seeking luxurious stay in the vicinity of comfort, convenience, and long-term value. This luxury project here offers 3 and 4 BHK flats in the city of Pune as not just beautifully crafted homes but also much more in the form of a host of amenities and features suited for high-quality family lifestyles. Let's see why Galaxy Orizzonte Baner stands out as the perfect choice for families:

Prime Location in Baner

Connectivity with good infrastructure make Baner one of the most sought-after places in Pune. Galaxy Orizzonte will provide comfort along with proximity to all sorts of requirements for a family in Baner. Some of the city’s top schools, like VIBGYOR High School and Orchid International School, are close by, making school commutes easier and safer for children. Baner is also well-connected to work hubs, shopping centers, healthcare facilities, and recreational spots, providing convenience for everyone in the family.

Spacious, Well-Designed Homes

Galaxy Orizzonte designs 3 and 4 BHK homes, keeping in mind the thought that the space must be used to its optimum, not to waste even an inch of the allocated space. Each home has been designed with delight to offer comfort to families and provisions for privacy through layout planning and maximum utilization of natural light and ventilation. The rooms with large spaces and functional designs are the best fit for a growing family that does not leave even an inch of room for the activities of a family member.

Over 30 Premium Amenities

Beyond basic amenities, Orizzonte boasts more than 30 luxurious and family-friendly facilities. These include a semi-Olympic-sized swimming pool, a kids' zone, and a pet area. Everyone in the family will surely have something to enjoy when they reside in  the project. The health and wellness areas in the units can make you feel better by staying at state-of-the-art fitness centers, yoga areas, and landscaped gardens. With recreational amenities, like a clubhouse and rooftop lounge, Orizzonte affords families the opportunity to enjoy a balanced lifestyle, permitting the quality time of children and family bonding while connecting with each community member.

Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Features

Many green elements can be found in the building. Families will feel better dwelling in a house that respects the earth. Green elements are those features that are employed in a building that is comprised of energy-saving lights in common areas, open spaces, and abundant greeneries, and these serve to great reductions without their reduction on the luxury lifestyle.

Conclusion

Almost all families look for decent accommodation that is spacious, well-located, and boasts lots of lifestyle amenities. Galaxy Orizzonte in Baner fits the bill perfectly. This offers the best comfort, convenience, and an ecosystem that resonates with an environmental sense for making family life enjoyable and fulfilling in one of the top neighborhoods of Pune.

[girlieinterns]

Hey! My name is Sophia, and I’m very excited to start interning at Girlie Action! I grew up in Long Beach, CA. And am currently based in Seattle, WA. I just finished four years at the University of Washington studying Journalism and public interest. While at school I was a DJ at my school's radio station, worked at music festivals and venues, and interned at Kill Rock Stars and Sub Pop. Currently, I work at a record store in Seattle and organize DIY shows with friends in my free time! Lately, I’ve been super into the band @ as well as MJ Lenderman. But my desert island artists are PJ Harvey, Bad Brains, David Bowie, Aretha Franklin, and Pixies.

What do you hope to gain from this experience?

Publicity is a big interest of mine, and although I have experience on the label side of things. I’d like to gain experience on the side of a PR/Marketing agency. I’d also like to continue to make connections with other people in the industry.

What is the best concert you’ve ever been to?

Best concert I’ve ever been to was probably TV on The Radio at the Ohana Festival in 2017. That was also the first music festival I had ever been to! The band killed it and had great stage presence. The festival also took place on Doheny beach at the end of Summer.

What else do you love besides music?

I love film, especially campy 80s/90s movies. Expressing myself through clothing, reading, and hanging out with friends. I also like taking care of orchids!

What is my dream job?

I feel like I have a lot of plates spinning, so I’d really like to either work in music publicity, or A&R, or manage an Indie label. Or get into archival work at a place like Numero Group. There’s so much great music and talent out there and I’d love to be a part of the team that gives it a platform.

[mchithane321]

Thane: A Prime Location for Real Estate Investment

The Real Estate (Regulation & Development) Act of 2016 has brought transparency and accountability to the real estate sector, boosting home buyers’ confidence. Today’s discerning home buyers look for ample open spaces, a pollution-free environment, connectivity, infrastructure, and affordable property rates. Thane checks all these boxes, making it an ideal choice for real estate investment. With abundant green spaces, hillsides, and water bodies, here are key reasons to consider Thane as your next investment destination.

Thane is one location that has all of the pre-requisites for an ideal location for real estate investment. This city has an abundance of open green spaces, hillsides and water bodies. Here are some top reasons why Thane should be your next investment option for real estate.which makes it ideal for property investment in Thane

Connectivity & Upcoming Infrastructure Thane’s connectivity is set to improve significantly with the construction of its first metro line. The Wadala-Kasarvadavali Metro-4 line will link Thane to Wadala through 22 stations, passing via Ghatkopar, Mulund, and Teen Haath Naka, covering areas like Vasant Vihar, Pokhran Road Nos. 1 & 2, Majiwada, and Godhbunder Road. This line will also connect with the Thane-Bhiwandi-Kalyan Metro Line 5, enhancing connectivity within Thane and to Mumbai and Navi Mumbai via road and rail.

Natural Surroundings Despite its urban setting, Thane offers abundant green spaces. The Upvan Lake, Gaimukh Creek, and Yeoor Hills provide serene spots to escape city life. These areas, including the scenic Upvan Lake which hosts events like the Sanskruti Arts Festival, and Yeoor Hills in the Sanjay Gandhi National Park, are perfect for relaxation and family outings. Thane is ideal for property investment if you’re looking for a home with a natural backdrop.

Vibrant Nightlife Thane’s dining and nightlife scene is lively, with a range of restaurants and cafes like Soda Bottle Openerwala, Hitchki, The British Brewing Company, and The Irish House. Owning a home in Thane ensures that weekends are filled with excitement and good food, making it a great place for food lovers.

Quality Amenities & Facilities Thane is home to reputed hospitals, schools, and shopping centers. Hospitals like Jupiter, Bethany, and Fortis provide high-quality healthcare. Renowned schools such as Smt. Sulochanadevi Singhania School, St. Xavier’s English School, Orchids International School, and C.P. Goenka International School offer excellent educational opportunities. Viviana Mall, one of Thane’s largest, features international brands, dining options, and entertainment.

With numerous residential projects offering access to these benefits, Thane is well-positioned for growth. Its cosmopolitan culture further enhances its appeal, making it a top choice for real estate investment.

If you're considering a property investment in Thane, you're in for a treat with a range of options that cater to diverse needs and budgets. Thane's strategic location, excellent connectivity, and rapidly developing infrastructure make it an attractive choice for both residential and commercial investments. The city's vibrant community and growing amenities enhance its appeal, ensuring that your investment not only holds value but also offers a high potential for appreciation. Whether you're looking for luxury apartments or promising commercial spaces, Thane has something to offer every discerning investor.

[vandana123]

CODENAME YOUNIQUE: A SHEER LUXURY OASIS IN SION BY SHETH GROUP

Codename Younique Sheth Sion is an premium Project located in Sion, Mumbai Central Suburbs and well connected by major road(s) like Eastern Express Highway, Sion Trombay Road, LBS Marg. The total area in which Codename Younique has been built is 2 acre. This project has been developed by Sheth Realty Mumbai who are one of the reputed developers in the Mumbai. The Project current status is New Launch. It has 513 Units. The Apartment units are available in various configurations like 2 BHK Flats at a minimum price of Rs 1.99 Cr and maximum price of Rs 2.30 Cr with Property Size ranging from 650 sssSqft to 750 Sqft, 3 BHK Flats at a minimum price of Rs 2.75 Cr and maximum price of Rs 3.36 Cr with Property Size ranging from 900 Sqft to 1100 Sqft.

EVERY STRUCTURE NEEDS STRONG FOUNDATION. OURS IS MADE OF VALUE

Over 3 decades in the complex and competitive world of real estate, Sheth Younique Creators has indeed lived up to its name. Our stature as one of Mumbai’s leading developers is grounded in our unique strengths - innovative thinking, backed by strong business acumen and swift, dependable execution. It was Sheth Creators who first swept into Mumbai’s distant suburbs, with luxury townships that transformed the micro markets forever. In upscale South Mumbai and Bandra West, the Group has raised the benchmarks of luxury with iconic residential developments. And even on Dubai’s ultra-modern skyline, the Sheth Group’s towers make a stunning architectural statement.

Today, Sheth Creators commands an enviable reputation as a company with a sharp eye for opportunity. Strong execution capabilities. And a tireless desire for the next potential market, the next big opportunity, the next creation.

Discover excellence in every detail

Landscaped 11,000-square-foot garden. Elegant 2- and 3-bedroom homes with grand decks. Special Temple in Development. Centrally located, well-connected project. 23-story tower on 2-acre development with 3 basements and 2 podiums. Somaiya Grounds: Unobstructed Bandra-Worli Sea Link, BKC, and Lush Greens Views. A unique 25,000-square-foot sky promenade and rooftop clubhouse. TRULY RARE - BEYOND COMPARE

Step into a world of unparalleled experiences of sheth younique sion at Mumbai's most central location of Sion. Come and immerse yourself in a world designed around you.

Grand Entrance Lobby Lavish Living Room Luxurious Bed Rooms Sprawling Decks / Balconies INDULGE EVERYDAY IN LEISURE & LUXURY

Sports

Gymnasium Swimming Pool Badminton Court(s) Kids' Play Areas / Sand Pits Yoga Areas Jogging / Cycle Track Table Tennis Convenience

Power Backup 24*7 Water Supply Treated Water Supply Lift Safety

24 x 7 Security CCTV / Video Surveillance Leisure

Party Hall Clubhouse Indoor Games Environment

Rain Water Harvesting Normal Park / Central Green How is Sion for property investment?

Sion is one of the prime real estate destinations to own a home in Central Mumbai. With promising social and physical infrastructure, it is one of the choicest areas for families in Central Mumbai. Sion has decent connectivity to some of the important areas in the proximity such as Orchids International School, Sion Polyclinic Hospital and Sies College and so on.

Here are some of the locational advantages of Sion

Trident BKC, 5 Km K Star Mall, 3.4 Km BKC, 5.6 Km Sion Railway Station, 2.2 Km CSM International Airport, 9.7 Km Ghatkopar Metro Station, 6.5 Km Mahim Beach, 6.1 Km Bharat Ratna Rajiv Gandhi Stadium, 3.7 Km Golf Club Chembur, 3.8 Km Signature Business Park, 3 Km Kingdom of Fun, 4.8 km Eastern Express Highway, 190 m How is the future of Central Mumbai property market?

Central Mumbai real estate market has a range of property options in various price brackets. Sion in Central Mumbai is one of the localities known for housing affordable residential projects which makes it a suitable destinations for homebuyers looking for a property for self-use or investment purposes in the city. One thing that makes Central Mumbai different from any other city in this region is its potential to attract investors through its flourishing job market and employment opportunities, bringing in fresh housing demand regularly. In addition to this, with metro connectivity improving and other infrastructure projects coming up in Central Mumbai, these growth drivers are expected to influence the property prices here extensively.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q Which is the nearby metro station from Codename YOUNIQUE?

Ghatkopar Metro Station is the nearest metro station from Codename YOUNIQUE.

Q Are there any safety related concerns in Sion?

Former and existing residents have rated this locality 4/5 on safety. This means, this is one of the good localities where safety is not a concern.

Q Are there any sports facilities in this project?

Yes, there are Cricket Pitch facilities in Codename YOUNIQUE.

Q How to get to Codename YOUNIQUE from railway station?

Codename YOUNIQUE and the railway station is 0.56 Km apart. It is easy to commute between the two points.

Q Are there any reputed medical facility nearby Codename YOUNIQUE?

Some of the reputed medical facility near Sheth Codename YOUNIQUE are Prathamesh Hospital, Dalvi Nursing Home and Santrupti Hospital.