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yrpreciousmoon · 3 years ago

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Morioh Hi-Fi (5/25)

Title: Morioh Hi-Fi (5/25) All Chapters Here Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Pairing: Josuke x Okuyasu; Rohan x Reimi; Koichi x Yukako; more. Rating: T for now Description: In an AU where Part 4 never happened, it seems Stand users are still drawn to each other. Rohan Kishibe runs Morioh’s coolest record store, along with the world’s okayest employees: Koichi, Yuya, and Okuyasu. They live happily in their bubble of obscure music references and hipster style points until the fateful day when Josuke Higashikata enters the picture. AN: Please enjoy the absolutely stunning artwork that Miima created for the fic!!! It is so thematically appropriate for this chapter too!

Track 04 : Spinning

Okuyasu paced up and down the aisle, practically vibrating with excitement as he examined the paper in his hands. “Okay. Okay...” His gruff voice came through the filter of a chewed fingernail. “Right. That makes sense. That makes so much sense!” He finally stopped and looked up at the boy leaning against the brick wall of the store. “Have I told ya you have a way with words?” “You may have mentioned it.” A small smile played on Josuke's lips. “Seriously, man. It's like... it's like poetry sometimes. Is that weird to say?”

“Yes,” remarked Yuya, who was idly flipping through a magazine on the other side of the room.

“Ah shuddup, you of all people know the importance of some pretty words.” Yuya looked up from his reading, considered this for a moment. “Fair.” “Anyway...” Okuyasu returned his attention to Josuke, “What I'm tryin' to say is, I really dig your interpretation, man. It's totally what Bowie was goin' for.” “Yeah?” Josuke shot him another lop-sided grin. “It didn't read too much like a research paper?” An enthusiastic shake of the head. “Nah, bro. Bowie wants you to think about his shit. He wants you to build a fuckin' thesis statement around it.” He reached out and placed a hand on Josuke's shoulder, eyes intense. “Listen, I gotta introduce you to this one friend of mine... He loves 'Ziggy Stardust,' he's obsessed. He'll talk to you about it for hours if you let him, it's like goin' on an acid trip...” “Yeah? Have you ever been on an acid trip?” “No but that's beside the point.” A chuckle. “What is your point?” “Oh, uh...” Okuyasu paused, having momentarily forgotten. “I guess just that... I'm glad you liked it. I was worried I might be leanin' into the foofy stuff a little too hard.” “What?” Josuke tilted his head. “Foofy?” “Like...” Okuyasu tapped his chin. He looked over to Yuya, who was definitely still eavesdropping. Yuya took the cue and shrugged.

“I don't know, man, you always call my sense of style 'foofy,' so I guess it means tasteful and refined.” He pointedly adjusted his black cravat.

Okuyasu clicked his tongue, indicating that there were several other adjectives that came to mind first, though he thought better of using them.

“So you mean 'flowery,' maybe?” Josuke tried, “Err... experimental?”

“Yeah, yeah, you get it! So like, I wasn't sure if I should change directions and go a little more masculine instead. But I'm glad the experimental stuff really did it for ya.”

“I can do masculine too, y'know,” Josuke said with a raised brow, challenging. “Oh yeah?” Okuyasu replied, instantly picking up on his playfully competitive tone. “Okay, then how 'bout I hit you with a one-two punch this week?” He took a boxing stance and Josuke mirrored him without missing a beat. “I'll find ya somethin' more flowery AND somethin' with some big balls.” “Sounds right up my alley,” Josuke said, throwing a pulled punch that Okuyasu easily deflected. “But you're gonna burn through those 'Five Records to Blow My Mind' pretty quick. Are you trying to get rid of me?” “Course not, bro. Just tryin' to sell you some records so Rohan doesn't fire me.” He side-stepped, tried to jab Josuke in the ribs, was too slow.

“Alright, well I can't have you cast out on the streets. Go ahead, show me what you've got.” Josuke tapped his knuckles against the side of Okuyasu's head and was ready to gloat when the other took advantage of the contact, pulled him forward and caught him in a headlock. “Aah! No fair!”

“Yeah, Nijimura always plays dirty,” rang the cool voice from behind them, as Yuya appeared from seemingly nowhere. “Jeeee-zus,” Okuyasu gasped, hopping forward and releasing Josuke. “Toldja not to sneak up on me like that, ya freakin' ninja.” “Oh, get over it. I just wanted to come see which Of Montreal album you're about to recommend.” Okuyasu pursed his lips at this. Yuya flashed a smug grin. “I mean, you were talking about Mikitaka a second ago, right? And experimental music? Not too hard to see where you're going with this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm so predictable, losin' my edge, I get it.” Back to Josuke, he added, “Count Dorkula here is actually right. Of Montreal is my buddy Mikitaka's favorite band... they're this American group. Totally insane. I can't exactly say I get 'em, but you might. Experimental – check. Flowery – check.” He nodded his head in the direction of the 'O's and walked both of the other men over.

Josuke's fingers immediately drifted over the various album covers, exploring the chaotic, 1960s-looking psychedelic scenes. “Hmm... 'The Gay Parade?' ” he read aloud.

“You wish,” replied Okuyasu.

“What's that even supposed to–”

“Look, The Beatles already did 'Yellow Submarine,' you don't need to listen to its little sibling.” Okuyasu dismissed the idea with a wave. Josuke simply nodded, as if this statement made any sense at all to him. “Nah, dude... this is what I was lookin' for...” He pulled out a record featuring what appeared to be several women woven together by the locks of their wild hair. Josuke smiled to himself, and Okuyasu knew exactly what was going though his mind. “Looks kinda like Yukako, right?” snickered Okuyasu, and the stare Josuke gave him let him know that his hunch had been dead on.

“Ah... 'Coquelicot,' ” observed Yuya, oblivious to the synchronicity happening between the other two.

“Eh?” asked Josuke.

“ 'Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies,' ” Okuyasu elaborated, as if this clarified anything. Josuke continued to stare. “Well... technically the full title is 'Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse.' ”

“It's foofy, alright,” Yuya muttered.

“...Man, my English is pretty good, but you may as well be making these words up,” Josuke said, squinting at the album cover.

“Hey, you're the one who's always writin' fancy, big words! Just trust me on this!” Okuyasu blushed fiercely. “I know it sounds weird, but I think you'll get somethin' outta it.”

Josuke shook his head, nudged the other's arm. “C'mon, don't pout... Of course I trust you! You were right about Ziggy Stardust after all.” He snatched the record away to make a point, inspected it some more.

“Hell yeah I was right!” Okuyasu shot a triumphant look over his shoulder at Yuya, who was snickering and retreating. Evidently he'd lost interest in this exercise now that Josuke had agreed to humor Okuyasu's bizarre recommendation. “So here's the thing, Josuke. 'Coquelicot' leans way, way into that weird, like, character stuff. This one's about fairies.”

“Fairies?”

“Yeah. I guess. Look, man, I'm not saying you're gonna like it, but it WILL blow your mind. This is gonna open up a lot of very weird doors for you. A gateway drug. And I'm gonna introduce you to Mikitaka afterwards, and he's gonna take you down the rabbit hole.”

“Uh huh. Okay, you've sold me, now before I change my mind... what's the other one you're sending me home with today?”

“Ahh.” Okuyasu closed his eyes, stood up a little taller. “Now this is a little more up my alley, personally. So if you hate it, don't use those pretty words of yours against me, okay? But I think you'll be into it. ...You better be into it.” He stalked a few rows further down the aisle and quickly plucked out an album with a stark red and black cover.

Josuke leaned in to suss out the writing. “Queens of the Stone Age... This is the album with big balls?”

“The biggest,” Okuyasu confirmed proudly.

“Hm. I think I liked your 'love-making and fucking' analogy better.”

“Yeah, well, this one fucks. It's all sweat and testosterone and muscle cars.”

“You've got a way with words yourself, y'know, Oku.”

The little nickname didn't get past him, and he swelled with the knowledge that Josuke had given it to him. When was the last time he'd gotten a nickname... one that wasn't an insult? “Ah! Flattery won't get you a discount, Josuke...”

“I had to try.”

Okuyasu slapped him hard on the back and, his job as the music guru completed, he promptly started off towards the register. He paused for just a moment to crane his neck and inspect the record that Yuya had picked up in the meantime – letting out an ominous “Hmmm” before continuing on his way. When he finally turned around again, he was struck by the deeply thoughtful look on Josuke's face.

“Um... Everything okay, dude?”

“Yeah.” Josuke shook himself out of it. “I was just thinkin'. I don't have anything to do tonight, so... we could listen to these here, maybe?”

Okuyasu's eyebrows crept up towards his hairline. “Oh? Huh. Yeah, sure! Why not? You're gonna get whiplash listenin' to these two back-to-back though, I'm warnin' ya!”

“We could take a break in-between. You get to take a break, right? We could grab a bite to eat or something. You're buying though, since I'm already pushing it getting these.” He tapped the records in his hand and smiled.

Okuyasu beamed back at him. In truth, he hadn't been too sure if Josuke was really into this budding friendship of theirs but... here he was, specifically asking to spend a couple of hours just hanging out with Okuyasu, shooting the shit about his favorite thing. A cool guy like Josuke – the kind of guy who probably spent most nights crashing parties and wooing the ladies – and he wanted to chill at Dark Pink? Damn. Okuyasu must be doing something right.

“Hey, hang on,” came Yuya's voice, breaking into the thought. “Since when do we get breaks?”

“Since you agreed to cover the store while we go out to eat. Thanks, man!”

Yuya just glared.

Ultimately, the two did not take a break, though not for the sake of poor Yuya; instead, they found themselves doing so much laughing and analyzing and waxing philosophical while Coquelicot spun on the turntable that it hardly seemed necessary to discuss it over snacks afterwards. And so with a little bit of coaxing Okuyasu had agreed to put on the second record immediately and ride out this little marathon of theirs.

While the music was infinitely different this time, heavier, the album still evoked the same jokes and back-and-forth-struggling-for-words that the first one had. And likewise remained the quiet, pensive moments where words simply wouldn't do. But that was okay, because somehow just by looking at him, just by being there, Okuyasu knew what Josuke was thinking and yeah, he was totally right. As always.

Sometimes Okuyasu would get especially excited about a particular bassline, grab Josuke's shoulders and tell him to really listen, and though a tiny part of him worried that his new friend might deem this behavior very uncool, he had a feeling Josuke would just get it.

At one point near closing time, Rohan had come in to check on something. He stared wordlessly at the two of them splayed out on the floor as he passed. Josuke flashed him a peace sign.

“...Yuya, you can go home early if you want,” Rohan called over his shoulder, “Since apparently Josuke works here now.”

Yuya slammed down the magazine he was perusing. “Yeah – really? That sounds good to me!” He grabbed his jacket and then raced from the store before anyone could argue. “Smell ya later, assholes!” he hollered from the front steps.

Frozen mid-air guitar and still on his back, Okuyasu tipped his head as far back as it would go to catch a glimpse of his boss. “Hey Rohan, umm... you're not mad at us for doin' this or nothin', right?” he called.

Rohan stepped back into the room to study them again. Arms crossed, hip leaning hard into the door frame, he raised a brow and took a long while to reply. “Nah. You two are mostly harmless. Frankly the least of my worries at the moment. But you have to actually do your job if anyone comes in.”

“I have been!” Okuyasu replied, “Honest! And anyway I'm just helpin' a customer here with his purchase.”

Josuke punctuated the statement with a smile and wave.

“Yeah, yeah. Don't forget to lock up.” Rohan disappeared into the office again for a few seconds, returning with a small portfolio that Okuyasu suspected held some unfinished drawings. Rohan rarely let Okuyasu peek at his artwork, and even more rarely appreciated his clumsy feedback about it, but there was no harm in asking, right?

“Hey, whatcha got–”

“If anything gets broken or stolen,” Rohan interrupted, “it's coming out of your paycheck. And Josuke will owe me another round.”

Josuke laughed. “We'll see about that.”

Okuyasu sat up slowly, watching his employer cross the floor to the exit. “Uh. Yeah, sure, man, you got it,” he called, and received only a flick of the wrist as both a reply and farewell. As Rohan vanished into the stairwell, Okuyasu looked over at Josuke. “...You guys went out drinkin' together?” He wasn't sure if he loved this idea or hated it.

Josuke avoided his eyes, suddenly something tense in his expression that Oku couldn't quite put his finger on. “Oh, yeah. We ran into each other the other night. I was sayin' hi to Koichi and Rohan showed up.”

“Oh.” Somehow, that was enough put Okuyasu's mind at ease. “That makes sense. Cool.” He hugged his knees to his chest and turned to look at the turntable that was still diligently spinning. The music quieted, dissolved into some indistinct chatter that indicated a change in songs. “Ooh, hey Josuke, pay attention to this one, okay?”

He closed his eyes, indicating that Josuke should do the same. And then he surrendered to it, the slow and sultry bassline washing over him, followed in short order by the drums and a ferocious guitar melody. When the surprisingly gentle vocals came in, he let out a breath that he'd been holding in. Yoga and meditation had nothing on this.

“You know...” Josuke said quietly from behind him, “I get what you meant earlier when you called this music 'masculine', but – it's really more than that, isn't it?”

“Mm?”

“It's like...” Okuyasu heard the other boy sit up, felt him lean his weight against Oku's back. “...There's a lot of energy. Raw energy. Pent up frustration. Pain. And... strength. It sounds like someone who's been knocked down again and again, but who always gets up and keeps fighting.”

“Yeah...” Oku turned this description over in his mind. “Yeah, dude!"

A moment passed, and Okuyasu could tell Josuke was debating if he should say what he was thinking. “It's just interesting that you said you... identify with it.” Okuyasu felt him shift again. “I mean... Do you feel like–” He paused, let the aggressive music fill the space around them, “–this?”

Okuyasu let his chin rest on his knees. “Sometimes, I guess,” he mumbled.

Josuke hummed softly. Okuyasu had a feeling the other boy knew there was more to it than that, but he didn't press. Instead he said, “You're a pretty cool person. You know that, right, Oku?”

But Okuyasu didn't reply; didn't want to say 'not really' and then get lectured about it. He'd been there enough times with Koichi to know better. So instead the two of them simply sat there together until long after the music had ended and the turntable clicked into its infinite, silent spiral along the inside of the record.

#jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #morioh hi-fi #fanfic #fan fiction #part 4 #diamond is unbreakable

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s0lar-nexus · 4 years ago

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Yuya in your doll au please!

ok so i was pretty excited to do this one uwu

basically the point where things REALLY differ from the original plot (i changed i few things there but not that much) is when roget opens the big green portal

yuya and yuzu are sucked in and instead of going to one of the 4 dimensions they go to a new dimension where they accidentally trespass into the workspace of a goddess.

they have to pay up or suffer the consequences so yuzu has to give away her bracelet and yuya has to give up his pendulum and goggles

however this only pays for 1 of them so yuya is turned into a living doll and is sold off

they people who buy him is actually a group of spider demons all in charge of this weird museum type thing, they are competing against a ton of other teams who all have their own buildings with different items and different demons in charge

yuya has no memories of before he was a doll and works with the spider demons

ok so thats gist of the au so here are some fun facts about it

- the dolls are not made of any kind of plastic or glass known to any other dimension

-the dolls can melt, shatter, burn and cant be left in the sun to long or they will suffer miss-coloring all of these can be fixed but it takes a really long time and is very annoying to deal with

-yuya is not the only one to become a doll, other characters who become dolls as of the current state of the au is: yuto, yuri, yugo, rin, shun and ruri

-the above statement is subject to change

-each demon in this au is going to have their own personality and design

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cipher-wise · 4 years ago

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Whumptober 2020 Masterpost

Still can’t believe that I’ve actually did all 31 days of Whumptober but here we are! Here’s all of my works compiled!!! ;)

Day 1. Let’s Hang Out Sometime

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuzu Hiiragi, Yuya Sakaki

Warnings: Hanging, Death, Insects

Day 2. In The Hands Of The Enemy

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Warnings: Collars, Chains, Kidnapping

Day 3. My Way Or The Highway

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki, Joeri

Day 4. Running Out Of Time

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V (Rage and Regret AU) / Ruri Kurosaki, Shun Kurosaki

Day 5. Where Do You Think You’re Going?

Tales of Arcadia, 3Below / Krel Tarron

Day 6. Please….

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 7. I’ve Got You

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki, Battle Beast

Day 8. Where Did Everybody Go?

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 9. For The Greater Good

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuzu Hiiragi, Yuya Sakaki

Day 10. They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

Ben 10 Omniverse / Ben Tennyson

Warnings: Blood, Injury

Day 11. Psych 101

Tangled / Cassandra, Zhan Tiri

Day 12. I Think I’ve Broken Something

Over the Garden Wall / Wirt

Day 13. Breath In Breath Out

Static Shock / Virgil Hawkins

Day 14. Is Something Burning?

Blue Exorcist / Rin Okumura

Warnings: Fire

Day 15. Into The Unknown

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Warnings: Eyestrain

Day 16. (Alt. 6) Altered States

Yu-Gi-Oh! DM / Atem

Day 17. I Did Not See That Coming

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V (Rage and Regret AU) / Yuya Sakaki, Yoko Sakaki

Warnings: Blood

Day 18. Panic! At The Disco

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 19. Broken Hearts

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 20. Toto, I Have A feeling We’re Not In Kansas Anymore

Coraline / Coraline Jones

Day 21. I Don’t Feel So Well

Danny Phantom / Danny Fenton

Day 22. Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You?

Danny Phantom / Danny Fenton

Warnings: Blood, Implied Poison

Day 23. What’s A Whumpee Gotta Do To Get Some Sleep Around Here?

Kingdom Hearts, Dream Drop Distance / Sora

Day 24. You’re Not Making Any Sense

Voltron Legendary Defenders / Lance McClain

Day 25. I Think I’ll Just Collapse Right Here, Thanks

Generator Rex / Breach

Day 26. If You Thought The Head Trauma Was Bad…

Kekkai Sensen / Leonardo Watch

Day 27. Okay, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?

Teen Titans / Terra

Day 28. Such Wow. Many Normal. Very Oops.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Ute

Warnings: Implied Genocide

Day 29. (Alt. 2) Falling

Miraculous Ladybug / Chat Blanc

Day 30. (Alt. 14) Shot

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Linked Universe AU) / Link (Wild)

Day 31. (Alt. 12) Water

Miraculous Ladybug / Ladybug

Previews under the cut!!! Look at your own discretion!!!

#Whumptober2020 #Masterpost #Hanging #Insects #Death #Blood #Injury #Fire #Eyestrain #Poison #Genocide #Collars #Chains #Kidnapping #Completionist #Art of Cipher #Whumptober

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entamewitchlulu · 5 years ago

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oh my god there was only one bed for pendulumshipping? maybe theyre staying at a hotel and there was a miscommunication and yuya's too nice to let reiji say that its a miscommunication because the staff are already way too overworked and do not deserve to have to deal with that

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“I’m so, so sorry, Mr. Akaba,” the harried receptionist said, actually getting up and bowing to him several times. “I cannot imagine what could have gone wrong. Please don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is fixed, right away.”

“It’s fine,” Reiji said. “Please take your time.”

It actually wasn’t fine — Reiji was dead on his feet from no less than three meetings and two press conferences in a single day, not including his exhibition duel with Yuya just a few hours ago. All he had wanted was to get into a hotel room, fall face first onto the bed, and stay unconscious until at least noon tomorrow.

Unfortunately, it appeared that there was some bug in the system, and his reservation had mysteriously disappeared — while the hotel was all but full of the dueltainment convention attendees. At this point, Reiji would have taken a cot in the hallway if it could get him off of his feet and into blessed unconsciousness.

He shifted back onto one foot, leaning on the handle of his rolling suitcase. The receptionist’s furiously clacking keys were just annoying enough to keep him awake, and on edge. The last thing he wanted was to blame the poor receptionist for this mix up, but he was draining his patience quickly. Were there any hotels near here that he might book instead?

“Oh, Reiji! I didn’t know you were at this hotel too!”

Reiji blinked from the edge of passing out, turning his head towards the voice. It was Yuya, of course — he’d recognized his voice immediately. Yuya hurried over to him, and immediately paused, looking him up and down.

“You look like someone beat you up,” he said, rather bluntly.

It was enough to draw a small, tired laugh from Reiji’s throat.

“Perhaps someone did,” he said. “You booked a room here? I thought you’d go straight home.”

“I thought I would too, but I got caught up with some of the other duelists after the exhibition matches, knew I’d miss the trains. Managed to snag a room here.”

He glanced at the pale faced, furiously typing receptionist, and then at Reiji’s tired face. He frowned.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no,” Reiji said, waving a hand. “There was, perhaps, a miscommunication of some kind...or a bug in the system. At any rate, it seems my reservation may have not gone through.”

He blinked a few times to try to keep himself awake, steeling himself for another walk to see if another hotel might have a spot — at this point, he was only causing a stir.

“I suppose I may have to see if anywhere else has an opening for the night — I don’t want to cause any further distress here.”

“What? Looking like that?” Yuya said, looking him up and down again. “You’ll pass out before you take one step out the door.”

“There are few options,” Reiji started, but Yuya had already wrapped an arm about his elbow and turned towards the receptionist.

“Can you just add him to my room? It’s 304. I’ve got the key and my ID here if you need to check it.”

Reiji attempted to protest — or at least, he thought he did, but what came out may have been little more than a mumble, as even in his exhaustion he was suddenly hyper aware of Yuya’s arm hooked into his. The receptionist looked uncertain, glancing between the two of them, and asked Reiji something that he didn’t process.

“It’s fine! We’re friends — you probably saw the duel, right? Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Reiji tried to stir himself, but he found himself accepting the second room key from the receptionist, and nodding vaguely when he bowed again and insisted that Reiji would get a refund or some form of compensation for this inconvenience, and then Yuya was taking Reiji’s suitcase with one hand and steering him towards the elevator with the other.

“Yuya,” Reiji said. “You don’t...”

“Oh, hush,” Yuya said, keying in for floor three. “Look at you — you’re going to keel over. You need to sleep.”

Reiji was tired. Tired enough that it wasn’t until Yuya unlocked the room and led them inside that it occurred to him that Yuya had planned on staying at this hotel alone. And that he had just invited Reiji into a room that had only one bed.

Yuya steered him straight towards the single bed, turning him around and making him sit down.

“You need some serious shut eye,” he said.

“Yuya,” Reiji said. “I cannot take your bed.”

Yuya blinked at him. They hadn’t turned the lights on, so Reiji couldn’t be sure, but...was Yuya blushing? Reiji wasn’t so tired that his mind wasn’t starting to work overtime about the entire situation — being so close to him — being in the same room as him — thoughts about him that Reiji had spent months upon months trying to suppress, trying to hide.

Yuya would never think of me like that, he’d always told himself. It will not do to strain our professional relationship with unnecessary feelings.

But Yuya’s hands were still on his shoulders, and they were warm, and they were both staring at each other in the dark of a hotel room with only one bed.

Yuya cleared his throat.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I think I could fit on the couch. You clearly look like you need the rest more than me.”

Reiji’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly — had some part of him hoped...? No, no, but that was foolish. He had to remember to keep his thoughts in check, even if he was tired. But...

“That ‘couch’ is a loveseat,” Reiji argued. “You’d have to curl up to fit.”

“It’s okay!”

“No, it’s not.”

“Well if I can’t fit on the couch, you definitely can’t.”

“Then I will sleep on the floor. Or request a cot.”

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor! If you’re gonna be like this, then we’ll just both use bed!”

The words hung for a moment between them. Even in the dark, it was obvious that Yuya’s cheeks burned — and if the heat in Reiji’s face was any indication, so were his. For what felt like minutes, but was perhaps only seconds, they only sat in the echoing words. Reiji didn’t know where to direct his thoughts or where to try to suppress them anymore. The bed was certainly large enough for both of them but...but they would be very close...

Yuya coughed, clearing his throat.

“Fine,” he said. “That settles it.”

He turned on his heel and headed into the bathroom. Reiji watched him disappear. After a few moments, still thinking about it — wondering if Yuya was simply trying to get him to pass out before crunching on the couch — he couldn’t last any longer. He didn’t even change out of his clothes, slipping off his shoes and dropping his scarf to the floor before sliding beneath the covers.

He was nearly asleep when he heard the door open again. Yuya stepped softly across the carpet, and Reiji was about ready to try to call him out on sneaking over to the couch when he got the sensation that Yuya was standing very near him. He heard Yuya’s soft breaths above him, heard the carpet squish beneath his feet. Then Reiji heard him walking around the bed, felt the covers shift as Yuya carefully slid himself into bed next to him. The mattress sunk slightly under his weight, close enough that Reiji felt his body lean towards him ever so slightly.

Reiji was starting to regret having gotten into bed facing away from the bathroom — if he opened his eyes, he’d be looking right at Yuya. Was Yuya facing away from him, laying as close to the edge of the bed as possible? If he managed to crack open his exhausted eyes, would he see Yuya’s face instead? Reiji wasn’t sure which he hoped for.

He was so tired. Too tired to think about it. He felt himself drifting down, down, down.

At the very, very edge of sleep, he felt something touch his hand. Not enough to wake him — almost...tentative. He felt a hand, fingers, gently touching the back of his. Yuya’s fingers were cool, and nervous, shying back when Reiji sighed a little too heavily. Reiji tried to slow his breathing.

He was nearly asleep again when he felt Yuya gently touch his hand again — this time, Reiji was certain of it.

He knew that if he opened his eyes, Yuya would be facing him. Perhaps in the morning, this would seem like nothing more than a dream. Maybe it was. Maybe they would both never speak of it again.

But for one night. Just one night...Reiji let his hand relax, and when Yuya’s fingers slid gently between his, he gently squeezed his own fingers back. For one night, at least, he could believe that maybe...just maybe...he’d never needed to be worried at all.

#otp: swaying of my soul #pendulumshipping #yuya sakaki #reiji akaba #yugioh arc v #lulu writes #meme response #lulu answers #changeling-droneco

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twinsky · 4 years ago

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i keep forgetting to post my fics to tumblr but w.e. here have some soft platonic jubileeshipping courtesy of my brain having only sora.png on it

Title: A moment like a shooting star.

Summary: Beautiful, if not ephemeral and fleeting, but you hold onto the memory of it all the stronger even so.

Sora has pretty long hair, now that Yuzu's looking at it, long enough to braid even.

Word count: 1.5k+

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"Hey," Yuzu says, and both Sora and Yuya look up from their duel to find her watching Sora, head tilted with her textbook closed and her pen lying forgotten on the table homework he and Yuya have already been ignoring now completely put aside, "your hair is pretty long you know."

Sora blinks, raising one hand to his ponytail like he'd forgotten it was there, it was a quick part of his morning, he didn’t think of his hair often. "I guess?" He replies, it had been awhile since he'd last cut it so it was long even for the usual just past shoulder length it was normally kept at.

"It's nice." She hums, standing up from the table to walk over, shooing his hand away so she can grasp it herself, wrapping fingers carefully around the band so she can pull it off. It falls down in a soft cascade of layers, framing his face and falling to rest just at the bottom of his shoulder blades.

"Hey!" He snaps, whipping his head around as he pushes the chair back from the table to try to grab it but Yuzu has already stepped away, hands hidden behind her back as she grins.

"What? I've never seen it down before, you look cute." She says with a still impish grin leaning forward just enough to ruffle his hair.

His cheeks heat, a warmth radiating from them that makes him want to hide his face behind his hands until it all goes away, shaking his head pitifully.

Why is this happening?

"You know you're right." Yuya agrees and when Sora turns to face him he's gotten up as well, hands braced against the edge of the table as he leans forward across the it like he's seconds away from climbing over just to get closer.

"Yuya are you kidding me?" Yuzu scolds, one hand coming to rest at her hip as she gives Yuya a dry look. "You're telling me you live with him and you've never noticed?"

Suddenly there is a hand on his shoulder and Sora looks up with a start to see Yuya there, a pout firmly on his face. When did he move?

"Yuzu..." Yuya whines, "Sora gets up so early, he's always ready by the time I get up." He defends as his eyes light up in remembrance. " He does usually tie it in a low ponytail to sleep though."

Yuzu's eyes sparkle like she's trying to imagine it and it's coming out magical before her gaze turns back to him, her expression terrifyingly expectant.

"What?" He asks, the word coming out with less bite than he'd like.

Yuzu's expression does not falter, hands coming together to a clasp right below her chin. "Yuya make sure he doesn't escape." She says solemnly before she darts out of the living room and up the stairs.

There are hands clapped around his shoulders before he can even process the words and he sighs, defeated, resigned to whatever madness Yuzu has come up with. It is always easier to go along with her plans then it is to attempt to dissuade her. Once her mind is set Yuzu is as stubborn as the lot of them, metaphorical heels dug into the sand refusing to budge even an inch.

"It really is nice." Yuya comments idly, having removed his hands from Sora's shoulders once he realised Sora wasn't going to try to escape. instead they rise now to card through his hair, gentle motions as he runs his hands down through it, grasping locks with precious care and smoothing out the stray hairs from Yuzu's earlier ruffling.

His shoulders relax without meaning to, a pleased sigh leaving his lips even as his face burns from the embarrassment. How does something so absolutely embarrassing feel so nice? How is that fair? And yet the motions continue and Sora doesn't have even the slightest will to tell Yuya to stop no matter how silly or childish this must look.

Instead his eyes close, lulled by the soothing repetitive motions and the soft hum that Yuya has begun to do as he continues his idle actions.

His shoulders slump further as he slides just slightly down the seat, mind hazy and content.

This is nice.

Sora blinks awake to even more hands in his hair and steady gentle movements. Still half asleep the rhythmic motion of it is nice, and the familiar voices filtering in through his groggy mind make it hard for alarm to form. He knows he is safe if they’re around, he trusts them with at least that much.

“Don’t tug too hard you’ll wake him up.” One of them… Yuzu? Yuzu, says, half laughing.

“If he didn’t wake up while you were brushing it I think we’re fine now.” Yuya replies, voice slow like he’s concentrating on something else.

… Brushing his hair though? Just what are they doing.

“What! I was being super gentle, it’s not my fault it got caught at the end.”

“Wh’t are you two doin’?” He mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep. “How long was I sleeping f’r?”

“You woke him up.” Yuzu says instead of answering, and he can picture the faux disappointed frown in her expression clearly from her tone.

“Me? You’re the one who was yelling.”

“Guys….” He says, shifting to get up before two hands clamp on his shoulders, startling him as they force him back down.

“Sora don’t move!”

“We’re braiding your hair, sit still.” Yuya says, turning Sora’s head back forward when he tries to tilt it back to look at them. “And you we’re only asleep for like, fifteen minutes max.”

“… Why?” He asks, but allows them the movement, keeping his head forward as they continue.

“Why not!” They reply in cheerful unison, as one of them tugs a bit too rough on one of his strands. He winces slightly but otherwise remains still, swinging his legs back and forth.

He doesn’t really have an answer for that, he muses. Sora has never experienced something like this, his mother was anything but gentle and the extent of care Sora extended to his own self usually amounted to remembering to wash his hair twice a week. The ponytail was convenient, it kept his hair out of his face since he didn’t particularly like keeping it short even if the hassle sometimes made him doubt –but this was different.

It was worth the length, the hassle, for the warmth in his breast, the steady beating of his heart. Even if he felt a bit silly for it.

For a brief embarrassing moment Sora wants for the moment to never end. Because there is nothing happening right now, nothing at all. And yet Sora is filled with a contentedness he cannot explain, and does not want to let go of.

“Are you guys almost done?” He asks, trying to inject annoyance in his tone, if for posterity’s sake only, and failing miserably.

“Almost.” Yuzu replies through a laugh, statement punctuated by another sharp tug that pulls his head back.

“Well I’m done!” Yuya says, the grin clear in his voice.

“That’s because yours isn’t as nice as mine.” Yuzu sniffs, another forceful tug accompanying the words, and despite the minor pain he laughs at her indignance. Laughing harder when Yuzu huffs and Yuya squawks his disagreement.

“Mine looks perfectly fine! Ayu always likes it when I braid her hair!”

“Ayu is a little girl sparing your innocent heart.” Yuzu replies primly as she clicks her tongue. “There, now I’m done. See how much better it looks?”

“They look the same.” Yuya replies and Yuzu huffs, brushing the two braids forward so they rest over his shoulders, two near identical braids each tied with a soft pastel pink tie.

“They do look the same…” He replies, hands raising to hold them, lifting them up and inspecting them. He probably looks stupid like this, and yet there is a smile growing on his face, pulling at his cheeks until they hurt.

He blinks, looking up to find them standing in front of him, a grin on Yuya’s face as Yuzu holds a hand to her cheek. “Well if you like it, then I guess it’s fine.” She hums, reaching a hand out to brush his bangs. “It really does look nice, you should do it more often.”

“… I don’t know how to braid hair.”

Yuzu gasps, mockingly surprised as Yuya sways, leaning against Yuzu for support.

“This simply will not stand!” He exclaims, grasping Sora’s hands and lifting him up, presenting the seat to Yuzu as she removes the bands from her own hair, each side falling gracefully down as she sits. “Yuzu here will be our dear model, and I your teacher once again.” He recites like a crier on the streets announcing the days news.

He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, but moves to stand beside him and listens as Yuya grabs the brush, parting Yuzu’s hair down the middle and offering one half to him, slowly reciting the steps as he does them.

He follows along and as he gets the hang of it the conversation drifts to other topics and Sora lets them talk as he focuses on his own actions, stopping and restarting more often then he’d like.

But even so, in the steady quiet of this moment, soft words and even softer laughter. He finds it impossible to feel anything but happy. To enjoy the steady joy of doing absolutely nothing with people you love.

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healeroflightanddark · 3 months ago

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Family Bonds, Chapter 18: Pleading

Thanks to the generous gifts that Zarc’s fans had given him for the kiddos, the asparagus-haired man had a nice little stroller that fit all four boys perfectly. Which made going out with them relatively simple. Apart from the many fans who liked to approach the family, and the many challengers who wanted a duel from Zarc. Fortunately the fans that came up to Zarc weren’t the crazy kind who wanted to clone him or anything, and the challengers realized that a duel wouldn’t be feasible while Zarc had the toddlers out and accepted his offers to duel later at the Crystal Agency.

But alas, not all the people who approached Zarc were so welcome. In fact, Zarc received a blast from the past one day when he was taking his toddlers to the Crystal Agency on-site park to play. He was adjusting the shade visor on their stroller to make sure Yuri and Yuya were well covered, since redheads like them burned very easily (yes, Zarc considered Yuri’s pink hair to qualify him as a redhead, since pink was, after all, a shade of light red), when suddenly he heard a voice that made him cringe behind him.

“Zarc!” It was his old boss, looking rather distressed. Zarc would be lying if he said that his old boss’s distress wasn’t enjoyable to him. After all the mistreatment Zarc’d suffered under him, and all the cruel and hateful things he’d said about the little ones, the distress on his face was quite satisfying.

“What do you want?” he asked coldly. His old boss rushed to him and started pleading, “You gotta come back to the agency! Ever since you left, we haven’t been getting very many duel contracts, and if we don’t start getting more, the agency will go bankrupt! You were the most popular duelist we had, and when word got out that you’d switched agencies, more than three-quarters of the contracts we had were canceled! It turns out most of the people who wanted to work with us only wanted to do so if you were there!”

“Well, too bad!” Zarc replied. “I’m very happy with my current agency! I make way more money, the place is cleaner, and there’s an on-site daycare so I can drop my kids off and still be around if they need something.”

“We’ll build a daycare in one of the old rooms! We’ll clean up the building! We’ll pay you more! Please, Zarc! Come back to the agency!” the old boss begged.

“Do you really think you can afford to do all that if you’re nearing bankruptcy?” Zarc asked, raising an eyebrow. The old boss stammered, then said, “W-well, if you come back, the contracts will come pouring in again, and then we’ll be able to afford it all!”

“Except for the fact that, even if I was willing to come back, I wouldn’t do so until after there was an on-site daycare and the place was cleaned up,” Zarc pointed out. “I’m not willing to be separated from my young children, and there’s absolutely no way I’d let them be in such a filthy building again! But even if you did do all that, I still wouldn’t come back. I’ve got an agency that I’m happy with, and I was never happy back at yours. Plus, you were simply awful to me and my little ones! There’s no way I’d ever return!”

“Please, Zarc!” his old boss literally threw himself at Zarc’s feet. “The agency has been in my family for five generations! My great-great-grandfather founded it! You wouldn’t let five generations of hard work be destroyed, would you?”

“Oh, please, you did that yourself!” Zarc scoffed. “Seriously, you’ve been driving the agency into the ground ever since you inherited it! You never put in any work of your own! You were always relying on me to keep it afloat, and you couldn’t even be bothered to do anything to make me feel like my efforts were appreciated! In fact, you seemed to be actively trying to make me feel like I wasn’t wanted! Sorry not sorry, my final answer is no. Don’t try to ask me again.”

And with that, he continued on his way with his little ones and his dragons, leaving his old boss to his despair.

#cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yuri #yugo #yuto #zarc #odd eyes pendulum dragon #starve venom fusion dragon #clear wing synchro dragon #dark rebellion xyz dragon #quadruplets #clone au

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lazella · 5 years ago

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Oooooo, what about a story about the avengers telling all their wacky adventures and the go characters tell theirs or a story about everyone doing trauma competitions. (Like don't is saying how he was captured and kidnapped and Yugi is like i lost a card game and my soul was trapped in a rock. Then they just keep going trying to out bet each other.)

So it probably turned out more angsty than you hope but I had a ton of fun writing this one out!

Trauma Conga Line

Natasha wandered through the kitchen during a late night.She had a hard time sleeping, a rarity nowadays but they still happened, so shedid a quick workout then went for a snack. She was surprised to see Tonyalready in the kitchen seemingly having a staring contest with his drink.Natasha quickly put some facts together and asked,

“So what happened to the boys?”

“What makes you think something happened?” Tony replied notbreaking eye contact with his drink.

“You are having alcohol in the middle of the night and yourdad instincts have been in full force all evening.” Natasha explained, “So whathappened.”

Tony sighed, “You know that scouting mission that we didtoday?”

“That somehow ended up with you returning with cuts onYusei’s head, burns on Yugi’s hands, a black eye on Yusaku, Yuya constantlyflipping through his four personalities, Yuma with a nearly broken arm, andJudai looking like he foresaw his death? Yes that mission that you didn’t tellus what happened and sent each kid into his room then went for the alcohol.”Natasha frowned while holding back a lot of sass. “So yes…if you couldelaborate now please.”

“There were smugglers there like the report said…but theywere smuggling Vibrainium. And they wanted to go down with a fight. Things gotugly fast. We were trying to get Yuya and Yuma to safety but then a grenadewent off…Yuma was limp on the ground…” Tony went ash white, “Then……Judai…hejust...snapped.”

“Snapped?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, “How so?”

“He was in shock…then his went eerily calm…then his eyesturn gold.” Tony downed his drink, “His eyes turned a flat gold color then hesnapped a smuggler’s neck with barely any effort. I don’t think the Power Stoneactivated at all. But then he started stabbing the already dead body. Yugi andYusei tried to pull him off but I think Judai let off this black fire to blowthem off then went after the other smugglers. He only stopped when Yusaku usedthe Mind Stone to snap him out of it.”

“And what happened after that?” Natasha asked.

“They….They laughed!” Tony started laughing himself, “Theyjust talked talking to each other then they were making jokes and laughing!Like what had just happened was an everyday thing for them!”

Natasha frowned, that did seem rather odd. They were allrather young kids so the fact that being ambushed and nearly being killeddidn’t faze them was slightly concerning. Especially to the point that theywere laughing it off.

“Think something happened to them that near-deathexperiences don’t faze them anymore?” Natasha asked.

“Well…Yugi admitted to being put in life and deathsituations frequently.” Tony started listed off, “I also have Yuya frequentlyvisiting a therapist cause I think he, or one of the kids in his head, mighthave been a child soldier. And Yusaku has PTSD. But that’s only vaguebackstories for about half of them.” He pour another drink and downed it,“They’re kids Natasha…this shouldn’t be normal for them.”

“We’re not…exactly kids…”

Both Natasha and Tony jumped at hearing Judai’s voice. Theyoung man stood at the base of the stairs looking very nervous.

“Sorry if for the…scare today Tony…” He sheepishly rubbedhis head, “I haven’t gone Haou in some time.”

“Haou?” Natasha raised her eyebrow.

“It’s a remnant of my…past life…Yeah reincarnation was afactor here…” Judai explained at seeing the confused faces, “I think Ioriginally lived sometime in the Roman Empire. I was supposed to inherit akingdom and tremendous magical power but things…didn’t go exactly as planned.Even me getting my powers back in this life really wasn’t the best way to goabout it in hindsight.” Judai sat at the table joining them and continued,“Some maniacs wanted to reawaken me and one had the bright idea of sacrificingmy friends for that…” Judai sighed, “Let’s just say…he got his wish when my‘other side’ woke up and killed him.”

Silence hung over the table.

“Seeing Yuma on the ground like that…” Judai continuedwithout any prompting, “It looked too much like that day. I’m afraid about losinganyone else…so I went Haou. Dark evil king who slaughters all his enemies.”

“Does anyone else know?” Tony asked.

“Yugi and Yusei have an idea…” Judai answered, “I gave thema brief overview of my history and abilities when we first met. That’s how theyknew how to snap me out of it.” He started tugging on his hair in a nervousfashion, “It honestly scares me…knowing that I can snap like that if someone Icare about get hurts but today….they could of died….”

Tony put a hand on Judai’s shoulder before he could startspiraling down, “I thought you guy were going to get killed too…you’re honestlytoo young.”

“There’s no point in losing sleep over that Tony…” Judaisaid, “Destiny can call you at any age. It’s all about how you respond.”

“That sounds really profound for you.” Tony smirked.

“Don’t you start that….” Judai pouted, “I get that enoughfrom my friends from home!”

Natasha smiled as the two began to bicker. Seems like Tonyhas gotten over the trauma for tonight, but it seemed like there was moreheading their way when Thor came in the kitchen next with one hand on Yuma’sshoulder.

Yuma had his injured arm in a sling, a pillow under his goodarm, and his eyes looked red as if he had been crying. Not a good sign.

“What’s wrong Thor?” Natasha asked.

“Something I will admit is not my forte,” Thor seemed ratherexhausted himself, “I found young Yuma wondering the halls speaking ratheremotionally with his spirit friend. Apparently, they both seemed panicked aboutan event from the past repeating.”

“What event exactly Astral?” Judai asked confusing Natashafor a bit before remembering that Judai was one of the few people who could seethe spirit.

There was silence as Natasha assumed Astral was answer thequestion before Judai and Thor looked shock while Yuma looked ready to cryagain.

“Could someone explain what was just said?” Tony askedconfused.

“Astral said that Yuma had watched almost all of his friendsdie in front of him which was only fixed because they got a lucky break totweak reality.”

“You’re thirteen!” Tony yelled, “How do you have that kindof history!”

There was more silence but by judging by the way Judai,Thor, and Yuma were looking at the same space of empty air, it seemed likeAstral was talking again and Tony was getting a bit annoyed.

“Okay I can’t keep waiting for this game of telephone toplay out…JARVIS let’s test out that program.”

Of course sir…some whirring noise kicked in and alight flickered and Natasha gasped in shocked while Tony looked pleased withhimself.

Hovering in the air was a blue humanoid figure with greenmarkings and blue gems all over his body. He looked at them in shock, “You cansee me now?”

“And we’ve got audio yes!” Tony pumped his fist, “I toldYuma I wasn’t going to let something like being chosen by magical forcesprevent me from seeing spirits. It’s not perfect considering you look and soundlike a hologram but it’s better than nothing. So what were you saying?”

Astral took a minute to get over his shock before he repeatedhimself, “I was originally created as a weapon to settle a war between twoworlds before I lost my memories and encountered Yuma. He helped me regain themand his friends got involved with what was happening. But when things hit theirclimax Yuma nearly lost everyone…” He rubbed his chest, “Myself included.”

Tony was silent for a while, “JARVIS…wake everyone up.”

“Wait what?” Everyone else said at once.

“We are having an impromptu group therapy session. Get theblankets, pillows, and all sorts of drinks because we are not dancing aroundthis issue any longer.”

Sure enough that’s what ended up happening. People weredragged out of bed, forced on the couch under blankets, injured peoplesurrounded with pillows, and hot chocolate passed all around. Yugi and Yuseiseemed to be in a good mood about it while everyone else kept freaking out overthe now visible Astral. Yusaku’s reaction was the most memorable as he tried todo a 180 and leave the room immediately the moment he spotted the spirit, allwhile keeping a flat expression. He was dragged into the pile by Judai.

“Tony you know I have a flight to catch tomorrow…” Clintmuttered trying to stay awake, “Why’d you drag us out of bed.”

“Because some people…” Tony stole a glance at the sixcolorful haired boys, “Have been hiding a lot of trauma and it needs someserious airing out.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad Mr. Stark,” Yugi said with asmile, “That worst that’s happen to me was my soul getting yanked out once ortwice.”

Tony’s expression went flat, “You said that way to calm formy tastes. You make it sound like an everyday occurrence.”

Yugi just shrugged not losing his smile, “Got used to it.”

“I’m with Tony, you sound way to calm.” Steve said.

“At least he doesn’t have to deal with turning into a greengiant any time he gets angry,” Bruce said with much salt in his voice clearlynot happy with being woken up in the middle of the night.

“But seriously Tony why did you feel that it was necessaryto wake us up?” Steve asked.

“Because I know for at least three of these kids now…” Tonypointed to Yuma, Yuya, and Judai, “Have fought in some sort of war watchingtheir friends die.”

“Oh…” A sense of familiarity and understanding washed overSteve, “I see. And the events of the day stuck a chord?”

A round of nods.

“It is hard getting out of that way of thinking…in the warwe just called it shelled shocked. The doctors just thought the men weren’tbeing ‘man’ enough to deal with the fighting. After waking up in this century Ifound out that wasn’t the case. PTSD is not a laughing matter and it reallydoesn’t go away. You can learn how to manage it and be able to distance thosetraumatic memories, but you lose that feel of safety and security. There is nogetting it back.”

All of the Avengers nodded in agreement.

“How do you cope with it?” Yusaku’s voice was quiet as allheads turned to him, his face looking rather…hopeful.

“Word to the wise…don’t use alcohol.” Tony said.

“Except for Yusei…we’re all underage Mr. Stark.” Yugipointed out.

“Still putting it out there.”

“But Tony is right, going into self-destructing tendenciesdoes make things worse.” Steve explained, “It was tempting for myself. There’sno way to explain the shock of getting knocked unconscious and waking upseveral decade later know that everything you knew and love was gone. The barswere tempting that day…but I quickly found my new support. I got to know peoplein the century…and got a new team.” Steve gestured to the other Avengers.

“My life prior to this wasn’t that good either. Being assassinfollowing orders and constantly on the run...I got tired of it.” Natashaexplained, “I eventually let myself get caught just so it could end…but itturns out Fury had a better idea of how to put my skills to use which lead tothe founding of the Avengers.”

“What about you?” Yuya asked Clint, “Was it the same foryou?”

“Actually no…” Clint said, “I was just an agent that gotrecruited into the Avenger’s initiative. My trauma didn’t start till after thefact with several rounds of brainwashing and mind control.”

Several people winced in sympathy.

Yusaku gripped his mug tighter, “What about kidnapping?” Heshrank a bit at the bewildered looks he got, “How do you recover from that?”

“Is…that what happened to you?” Bruce hesitantly asked.

Yusaku eventually nodded. “I was six…”

Immediately Yusei put an arm around the boy, as did Natasha.Thor started muttering about getting justice and puny mortals. Both Tony andSteve faces went hard with anger.

“Yusaku…I’m sorry…I had no idea…” Yugi began.

“None of you knew…no one else knew…the whole thing wascovered up…” Yusaku gripped his mug so tight that he was threatening to breakit, “I was only found because someone blew the whistle on the whole thing…”

“Breath…” Yusei warned gripping Yusaku’s shoulder tighter,“What did you do after that?”

“I tracked down those responsible…” Yusaku explained, “Itwasn’t all that I hoped…the doctor behind it had died right before I found him.I only got the full details from his son who turned out to be one who turnedhim into the authorities.”

“You wanted revenge?” Clint asked.

“I just wanted answers…” Yusaku took a deep breath, “I gotthem but now…I’m not sure what to do.”

Silence hung over the room as everyone struggled to come upwith something to say.

Yuya was eventually was the one who made the first move. Hegot up and hugged Yusaku…tightly. Yusaku looked unsure on how to react to thehug.

“You’re not the only one…” Yuya squeezed tighter, “I feellost too…but it’s okay.”

Yusaku still looked unsure but with some prompting fromYusei, eventually returned the hug.

“Thank you.”

Tony relaxed in his seat and smiled. Seemed like theimpromptu therapy session helped out a lot though the late evening was takingit’s toll. Yuma had already passed out on Thor’s lap who looked torn betweengetting up or staying in place so that he didn’t disturbed him. Astral justreassured him that Yuma would sleep through anything, but Thor elected to stayput. Clint had already gone to sleep as well enjoying the pile of pillows. Oneby one everyone nodded up in rather cute positions and you bet Tony took plentyof photos for later. But before he took fell asleep, maybe he would make aquick pillow fort.

#infinity stones au #yugioh #avengers #gx #5ds #zexal #arc v #vrains #ironman #thor #captain america #steve rogers #tony stark #so much angst #the yu boys have a lot of trauma and not so good coping mechanisms #Anonymous

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chromsai · 6 years ago

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19 predadorks

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Serena wasn’t much for surprises. She thought Yuri knew that much about her by now. Frankly, she was rather annoyed with him because of that, a fact she groaned out at him rather than hide.

Despite that, she still held on to his hand tightly, not like she had much of a choice otherwise at this point.

Yuri had practically dragged her straight out of class the moment the dismissal bell rang at Yuya and Yuzu’s school on a day that was supposed to be, well, Yuya and Yuzu’s. How Yuri got them both to agree to give up their day together and let him “surprise” her is what smelled the most suspicious to her so, like the moon-struck kittens of her deck, curiosity ended up getting the best of her this time.

And so now here she was, blindfolded and guided by Yuri’s cold and stern hand.

“Oh come now, Serena, please quit your moaning,” Yuri snarled. “I went to the trouble of making sure this was gonna be worth your time.”

She pouted and sighed, but responded with nothing more until she felt him grasp her duel disk arm and briskly forced it into position. “Yuri! What the hell are yo—”

“Quiet, quiet! If the others find out, I’ll shave Yuya’s head!”

“Wha—?! How is that a threat for me?!”

“You wanna live a few months with that on your conscious? ‘Cuz I know Yuzu and the others won’t be too happy to wake up to that.”

He’s going to hold their hair hostage just for whatever he’s up to?! “Yuri, you’ve got to be f—!”

Swifter than she could exhale her latest curse at him, Serena heard Yuri activate a card on both of their duel disks, summoning a warm light that enveloped them both— bright enough to burn through her blindfold and blind her itself for a moment— and the next thing she knew she was finishing her sentence with an added haste in her words.

“—ucking kidding mewhat did you just do?!” She began to reach for the blindfold but Yuri wouldn’t allow her to even lay a finger on it.

“Ah ah ah. Not yet. Stay right here for just five minutes and then you’re free.”

Hmph. Free…, huh?

“Let’s see… he said this would be tight… ugh. Hmm… how the hell does he dress like this every day?” She heard Yuri off to the side, fumbling with whatever kinky outfit he wanted to try this time. It felt like they were out in the open still though, so… what gives? “Yuri…”

“Almost. Just. Ugh. There. You can take it off now.”

It really didn’t take Serena more than a second to fling the blindfold off, and instantly her vision came to to an image she wouldn’t soon forget.

Yuri had changed into a riding duel outfit.

Sure, he inhabited Yuya’s body, but the colors were all his. Violets and pinks and purples all adorned him gaudily. She almost laughed.

“What?! Don’t look good or…?”

She realized now she had to hide her smirk out of caution else she’d ruin his efforts. “You… look… uhhh…”

“Right. Your turn.” He pointed to a shed close by where she assumed was where he had procured the garment he wore now, but that’s not what she focused on. The surrounding field is what she saw instead. To her left and right, Serena found a continuous mound of empty bleachers, all coming together to form a long ring. She recognized the place. This was a stadium. She turned behind her. Yup, as she expected: two D-Wheels positioned at the start line, awaiting their dueling riders.

“Yuri, what in the world?” Serena breathed in awe.

“I guess I never told you but I saw you duel here once, you know.” Yuri took his helmet in hand and began to make his way towards the nearest D-Wheel. “You and Yugo looked like you were having fun, so I thought I’d give it a try, too. What do you say?” He smiled at her slyly.

She paused to take in his expression for a moment. It wasn’t cruel or cold this time like she’d known it before in the past. It was mischievous, sure, but… in that way that invited you on an adventure of a lifetime.

Serena smiled back at him. “Sure thing, Yuri.”

A few minutes later, they gathered themselves up onto their D-Wheels and revved their engines with a cool sunset fading down on their position. Even without a crowd, she felt she could still find this quite entertaining. Serena felt ridiculous for feeling so giddy, and yet there was still something she wasn’t understanding.

“Yuri, you really came back here just to duel on D-Wheels, though, or…?”

Yuri stood silent for a moment, revving his engine one more time before answering her tauntingly.

“Stupid. I came back here for you, of course.”

#anon #ask #reply #predatorshipping #fic #predadorks #otp #yuri #sassy cat son #serena #sai writes shit down #aaaaa weeellll #this came out longer than i thought pfffft

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Time Walking Through Memories

marchtwentyfour

Summary:

Arioka Daiki made a contract with a demon named Takaki Yuya to get revenge at whoever killed his whole family. However, as clues after clues are revealed, he realizes that he, along with everyone else, is connected by a thread called their past.

Notes:

Disclaimer: Does not belong to me plus some plot points came from Kuroshitsuji.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: PROLOGUE

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Foot steps sounded through the dungeon and Arioka Daiki's ears perked up. He relaxed his muscle, ready to take the beating of whoever this bastard was. It's like a pattern to him already that he had long stopped crying, long stopped hoping, and long lost the reason struggle to fight but never why.

All that is in his brain and heart right now is how much he hated him, whoever he is, who gave him this fate. That night how many years ago, he had long lost count, when his family was having a peaceful dinner then suddenly fire broke out; before he knew it, he had lost everything and he had become nothing more than a punch bag.

He loathes him and whoever they are. The reason he continues to live, despite losing hope to do so, is the thought of one day getting back on him, on whoever he is, and make him face the same fate as he did and more.

The door of his jail opened and he blinked to look at whoever would be punching the lights out of him. His body had gotten use to torture that he just pretend to scream and get hurt just to satisfy whoever is hurting him, it's become a cycle that it doesn't matter that much.

"Arioka Daiki," the voice said calmly and he saw a pair of man's shoes that looked perfectly shined to be there, "Look up at me."

It was the first time in a long while that someone spoke to him first before hitting him so he looked up to the man's face and when he did, he found no sign of expression that indicates that he would soon be beaten up. To be truthful, the man looked young and clean, probably around the same age as he is.

"What do you want with me?" Daiki sputtered and his voice coming as a hoarse whisper, "And how… do you know my name?"

"The Ariokas, 2 years ago, are part of the Big 3 Companies who works under Chinen Corporation that control the income of the whole Japan. However, 2 years ago, the Ariokas house got burned to the ground that left no one alive except for you," the man grabbed his face with his soft and warm hands, "The one and only son who is next in line to inherit the Company and all it's branches and underground works."

Furrowing his eyes brows, Daiki glared at the man who seem to know too much about his family. "What more do you know about my family?"

"The Ariokas, besides being a part of the Big 3, is the Chinen Corporation's private assassins. The family is trained to kill anyone who becomes a threat to the Corporation they work for. What more do you want to know?" Walking back, the man's eyes suddenly turned red and black aura engulfed the both of them.

"What do you really want with me? How do you know all of these things?!"

"I am Takaki Yuya," the whole room turned black and everything disappeared, "I am here to offer you a contract with a demon."

Chapter 2: CHAPTER 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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"Run away, Daiki! Run away, go!" His dad was on the floor, the fire consuming everything around them as he continued on pointing him to the door, "Please hurry up, Daiki. Go on and save yourself, please…"

"I-I c-can't… Dad!" Daiki tried to grab his dad's hand but his was slapped away, "COME ON AND SAVE YOURSELF!"

"They're not going to be happy if they don't find our bodies here, burned and dead." His dad looked at him with begging eyes, "Just go and save yourself, Dai-chan. The Ariokas will never end this way, we cannot just be burned to death."

"But we are going to end this way…" Daiki looked around him, the fire crawling in every possible way it can, "Before sunrise, the whole Arioka clan would have been wiped out and without a single trace left…"

"No, because you'll live! Run away and hide, run away and save yourself. You can't just die with us, son. The Ariokas, I cannot let us end this way." His dad grasped the ring on his finger and placed it on his hands, "Go on and run away, son. At least let the legacy of us live."

"Dad…" Daiki watched how his dad was swallowed whole by the burning curtain that fell on him and he had to suddenly leap back, "DAD! MOM! WHY?!"

"Master, you are dreaming." Daiki jerked up from his bed when he felt a hand on his shoulders silently shaking him awake, "Are you okay, master? Should I go get something to drink?"

"No, it's okay, Takaki." Daiki massaged his head before looking at the ring on his bedside table, "Hey, Takaki, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, master?" The tall guy inclined his head to the left as he waited.

"Tomor--"

"This morning, you mean, master? It's 2:31 in the morning already." Takaki intercepted with a smile on his lips.

Daiki glared before coughing and continuing whatever he was planning on saying. "Anyway, this morning, I will be introduced to the whole company as the new president. Not just the company but the whole Tri-Com."

"Are you telling me, master, that you're nervous?" The other guy asked with a teasing tone and immediately shut up when Daiki sent him another glare.

"Today, I will meet the person who gave me this fate even though I wouldn't know it's him. Am I supposed to feel something different? Is there some kind of preparation that I should make?" Daiki took a deep sigh before gazing at the ring again, "There is still a long way before I get to the point of all of these… What are they like? Who are they? You know them all, don't you, Takaki?"

"Of course I do, master. The only thing I can describe them as is… interesting." Takaki stood up and placed the blanket back to Daiki's chest while patting his head and taking his hand away hurriedly when it earned a glare, "And master, don't worry. I think you'll do just fine. No, I'm sure you'll do fine. You have me after all."

"Shut up, demon." Daiki went back to his bed and closed his eyes, "Go out and turn off the lights. I have a whole day ahead of me tomo--later."

"Yes, master." Takaki bowed before leaving the room and closing the door as lightly as possible.

"So you finally came, Takaki." The girl rolled her eyes as she and two other guys stood up from where they were seated. "I thought you were planning on letting us rot here in the laundry dump of the hotel. Seriously, they smell."

"We had to try and stop her from trying to wash the clothes." Both guys said at the same time and then laughed and high-fived together, ignoring the killer gaze that the girl was sending.

Takaki rolled his eyes, annoyed but has to put up with these. After all, these three people are the only one he can trust this assignment with and trust is a heavy word for a demon like him. Handing them the hotel employees uniform, he cleared his throat.

"Faye, Kei and Hikaru, the three of you I trust when it comes to what you do best. Sadly, I cannot say the same for keeping your identities safe." Takaki held his hand in front of Hikaru's mouth who was obviously going to intercept. "You all will be pretending to be part of the staff, Faye as a maid and the two of you as waiters."

"That's a good plan, when do we strike?" Hikaru accepted the clothes and distributed it to Faye and Kei, even pretending to hand over the maid one to Kei who immediately glared at him.

"You will strike when I give you the signal to." Takaki checked his watch and realized he was a minute behind schedule. "I'm leaving now, make sure you change clothes and do your job properly else someone will suffer."

"Yes, yes. Now go and leave us so we can change now." Kei waved his hand, pushing Takaki out of the door.

Takaki let himself get pushed out but before he was able to get locked out, he reminded them of something. "From now on, during these assignments. Faye is not Faye but is Eyes. Hikaru is not Hikaru but is Poison. Kei is not Kei but is Slash."

"At this Arioka's 48th Founding Anniversary, we would like to introduce to you our new President," the announcer smiled as the curtains swished and Daiki appeared on stage, "The late President's son, Mr. Arioka Daiki!"

Everyone clapped and he let the excitement die down before he looked up and gave them his warmest greeting just like how an Arioka should.

"Good morning everyone, I am Arioka Daiki, 20 years old." Daiki then proceeded to explain and recite his prepared speech on what he is planning for the company and what his goals are. It was not something he enjoy doing but he could at least pretend he is happy about it.

"You did well, master. Congratulations." Takaki welcomed him from below the stage with a glass of water as soon as his speech ended and the start of the banquet was announced.

"Thanks, Takaki." Daiki gulped down the glass of water that felt like heaven to his tired throat, "We should go and meet the people now and continue this I-am-happy-to-have-you-here facade."

"Sounds very thrilling, master." Takaki glanced at the crowd waiting for them, "They seem to have a peculiar view on the Ariokas house getting burned, you disappearing and then 2 yrs later, coming back and announcing to be the new President."

"It should be fun." Daiki sighed as he gave Takaki the empty glass and fixing his tie, "I guess that… this is it? I'm going to meet them soon, won't I? They're here, aren't they?"

"He is sure to be here, master." Takaki patted Daiki's back in encouragement, "Well, what are we waiting for, master? We should not let the guests wait."

Mingling with the crowd was not Arioka Daiki's favorite thing to even before what happened 2yrs ago. He normally stays cooped up inside his room or hide behind his brother or mom during parties but that was him long ago, he cannot stay the same.

"Dai-chan!" He hasn't even taken 10 steps when a boy his height ran to his side with a taller one tailing him, "Oh my gosh, Dai-chan , you did great! I'm so proud of you! Why didn't you tell me you came back? I was so worried!"

Daiki had to stop for a second to take the other guy in and he had to bite back a smile and jumping into the others arm when he realized who it was. "Oh, Ryo-chan! It's nice to meet you, where's your dad?" He almost jumped the other guy, being a childhood friend and all.

"Dad is sick so he sent me as a representative instead since I became the President of the Company." Yamada smiled and patted the taller boy standing behind him hard, "And this is Yuto-kun! He's my Personal Assistant who deals with basically everything going on around me."

"Good day, Yuto-kun. I am Arioka Daiki and this is my personal assistant, Takaki Yuya." Daiki bowed and checked if Takaki did too. Of course he did, the demon was perfection in every way possible after all.

Before they could continue what they are saying any further when they saw a tall guy walk to the stage. Daiki had never seen him before but he had seen the boy standing behind him, the girl though, he has no idea who it is.

"May I apologize in advance for interrupting any important matters that I may have messed up." The tall guy bowed lowed before taking the microphone again, "I am Yabu Kota, the Chinen Family's Personal Assistant. I am here in behalf of the Chinen Corporation and Morimoto Company to introduce two important people."

The boy stood in front then handing his hand to the small girl standing behind him. The two of them walked towards the front hand in hand and Daiki had to admit they were a pretty cute couple who go together.

"I am Morimoto Ryutaro, Morimoto Company's first son and heir." He smiled to the girl standing beside him but just slightly and Daiki could tell it was a little bit forced, "And this is Chinen Corporation's only daughter, Chinen Yuri."

"We are pleased to invite you all to their engagement party next week. The staff will be sending invitations to all guests." Yabu Kota bowed and ushered the two off the stage while everyone clapped their hands.

Not long after, Ryutaro and the girl walked towards them.

"Hello, Dai-chan, Ryo-chan, Yuto and whoever that tall guy behind Dai-chan is." Ryutaro rolled his eyes as he let go of the girl's hands forcefully, "This is Chinen Yuri, my fiancé and the only daughter of the late Chinen Coporation's Director."

Daiki examined the girl before them. She was short, yes, even shorter than him and Yamada which is a nice surprise. She was pretty, no one can disagree with that. However, as he continued to stare at her, there was something bothering him.

"Hello, I am Chinen Yuri." She bowed at them.

Notes:

I don't really have anything to say except for one thing: I don't do gender switching for members of JUMP. So, yeah, here's an update and I don't know when will be the next one since I'm quite busy with school. I was only able to update today since we have 3 days worth of weekend.

Tell me what you think ♥

Chapter 3: CHAPTER 2

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

There were shots heard from the living room and Yuri had to hide under the bed, afraid for his life. He knew his brother was out there, battling for their whole being at whoever had come to ambush them. Knowing his brother's occupation as a hired assassin, it's a surprise for him that this was the first time someone actually found them.

The door opened and a pair of footsteps echoed. Yuri crawled out from under the bed, thinking it was safe and his brother was waiting to hug him and comfort him and tell him that everything will be fine. However, instead of his tall pretty brother, he met a face of an angel.

"Hello, Chinen Yuri." The other boy's voice was heavenly and if not for the blood on his fingers, Yuri would've thought he was a good guy. "You are indeed very pretty, like a girl… it makes everything so much more easier."

Yuri tried to crawl back but the boy had already grabbed him by his leg, pulling him close to him, the blood tickling his sensitive skin. Their position screams trouble in all way possible and there really was no way out for him.

"My name is not Chinen, I'm--"

"From now, you will be Chinen Yuri."

"Good afternoon, Yuri." The door of his supposedly room opened and revealed a neatly dressed Yabu who was carrying a package. "Here, the Morimotos want to meet you tonight to discuss the engagement party. Go get dressed and I'll send someone who will do your make up."

As soon as the older boy was out the room, Yuri picked up the dress inside the package placed on the chair to examine it carefully. There was too much frills for his liking plus it was a little bit short too, just above his knees. Worse, the color was pink and it screams girl in all way possible.

"Hurry up, Yuri! The Morimotos hate waiting, especially Ryutaro." Yabu screamed from behind the door.

Knowing that he doesn't really have any other choice, he went behind the curtains and started to undress. His body immediately reached out and wore the dress, arms going through the holes while his palms smoothed the creases of the lower part.

"Finished?" Without asking for permission, Yabu opened the door with the make up artist trailing behind him, "Fix him up for a light dinner, and don't forget to place the wig tightly since he has that bad habit of running around."

If he could, he would've thrown a death glare at Yabu but since that would be something that would risk everything he had built up for the past 2 years, he'd rather not. No one, and he repeats, no one would be able to understand why he is doing this.

"Yuri-san, please tilt your head like this--yes, like that." The girl instructed him as she applied the necessary powders, "There, you look gorgeous as always, Yuri-san. I'm sure you will knock Morimoto-kun off his feet when he sees you."

Yuri bowed slightly when he entered the private restaurant room. Everyone inside scrambled to their feet to bow as well. It was a ridiculous sight but he had to fight back the laughter that was threatening to come out of his lips. It would be impolite and rather obvious if he ended up laughing at them.

"Please take a seat here, Chinen-san." Ryutaro, the oldest son of the Morimotos offered the seat beside him politely but Yuri knew better than to believe him.

Sliding to the offered seat, Yuri decided it's not really that boring to pretend to be a girl. It's not everyday that people get to experience the royalty of being a Chinen, pretend or not. No matter how much he despise what he is doing, he doesn't really have any other choice than to go along so he might as well use it to his advantage.

The dinner flowed well as dishes after dishes were presented to them. Everyone around was eating with ease, all except Yuri who was picking the bean peas on his food without being too obvious about it. It was bad manners, he knows and Yabu would scold him for it, but he really has no plan on sacrificing his dislike for that specific vegetable.

It was after the dinner that the discussion for the engagement party took place.

"The details should be confirmed with my assistant, he's waiting outside." Yuri gave a smile and stood up to which everyone followed by standing up as well, "Oh no, you don't need to. I just plan to take a walk around the restaurant garden."

"Go and take your future wife to the garden, Ryu-chan." Mrs. Morimoto smiled at his son before turning to look at Yuri, "Please enjoy your walk with my son and I hope to have a good relationship with the company soon."

Ryutaro stood up and held his hand out. Yuri took it, feeling the boy's warmth spread through his cold and trembling ones. If he was a girl, he would've immediately fallen for Ryutaro's sweet façade in front of his parents. But that was if he was a girl, but he wasn't. And that was also if he didn't know any better.

"Good evening, I am Yabu Kota, I will be handling the details." As if on cue, Yabu entered the room with a clip board in his hand. He took the seat that Yuri just vacated and smiled at him. "Should I send some guards to walk with you, princess?"

"No need to, our son and his body guard would be able to take care of her." Mr. Morimoto signaled the guy standing behind Ryutaro, "Okamoto, accompany them but try not to get into their way."

Knowing Yabu trust him enough, Yuri just smiled at him as he let Ryutaro lead the way out of the restaurant. Even when they reached the garden, Ryutaro did not let go as the two of them walked through the pathway with Okamoto trailing not far behind.

"You can let go of my hand now, Morimoto-kun. And you can also stop pretending to be nice to me." Yuri tugged on his hand, not liking the tingly feeling that's crawling up his skin from the contact of their palms. "No one but Okamoto is here and I doubt he will sell you out to your parents."

Letting go without any care, Ryutaro faced Yuri with a hard glare in his eyes. Of course, Yuri had expected this but he just wasn't ready for it. Those eyes were too innocent and too open, Morimoto did not know how to mask his emotion and it makes him the more vulnerable.

"I don't want to get married with a girl that I know nothing of," Ryutaro's glare softened as he bit his lip. "I have to apologize, Chinen-san, if you felt my coldness since the announcement of the engagement at Dai-chan's party. I just didn't know… we're both too young to be engaged."

Yuri knew what the younger boy was getting to and he would've comforted him if not for his cover getting blown. "We are, too young to be engaged, Morimoto-kun. But we both don't have any say on this, do we? I don't want to get married either but if we don't, there's going to be so much more mess and I'd rather not undergo that."

Ryutaro stare at him and Yuri stated feeling conscious. The boy' s stare was heavy, as if it could read right through his very soul which is quite impossible, really. He started fingering the frills on his dress, thinking that they're way too girly for his own liking. He was looking down, afraid that if he looked up to Ryutaro, the boy would be able to see his secrets.That was how intensifying the boy's eyes are that Yuri is already going crazy.

"Chinen-san…" Even he boy's voice sounds alluring. If he was a girl, he was sure, very sure he would be crushing on Morimoto right now.

So Yuri looked up, thinking it would be impolite if he doesn't answer. However, as soon as he does with his mouth open to ask Why? Ryutaro has already clamped their mouth together for a short kiss. Nothing sensual but just their mouth pressed together.

"I think I'm willing to let myself fall for you, Chinen-san." Ryutaro whispered to his ears before grabbing his hands to intertwine their fingers together and tugged them to pull Yuri to a walk without saying another word.

And Yuri just stands there thinking that this was the worst scenario he could've gotten himself into because no, Ryutaro should not fall for him for so many reasons. He was not his real fiancé. He was a boy just like him. They were bound to get crushed one way or another.

Plus, Yuri was in the hands of a fallen angel.

Notes:

I will be tackling every character's relationship and Chiitaro's is the second most important relationship so I had to use them first. Boring chapter? Yes. But there were so much clues in here that I wonder if people will actually be able to pluck them out. Cookies for those who will guess? Who is Yabu Kota? :) S this translates that we will soon focus on Yamajima and HikanooFaye.

Please tell me what you think ♥

Chapter 4: CHAPTER 3

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Everyone was staring at Daiki in fear, for their lives or for their job, only they would know. It was probably leaning toward the former since with their Master's eyes blazing like that, they have no idea if they would end up as a cold dead body floating in the swimming pool.

"What happe--" Fortunately for them, Takaki entered the room that exact moment and they ran immediately behind him in fear, "What are the two of you doing? And why is master's clothes lying on the floor when I specifically ordered you to--Faye, what happened?" He probably already realized what is going on so he decided to ask the only one sane enough in all these events.

"Nii-chan and Hikaru nii-chan decided to play Tag while folding the clothes so they knocked off the basket carrying it." Faye gave a disappointed look at the two guys hiding behind Takaki before she turned to her master's direction and bowed. "I am sorry for my nii-chan and this stupid guy's actions. I will clean this up."

Having no other choice, Daiki let go of his irritation at the two boys before turning around and walking back to his home office. He has a meeting later in the afternoon and the plans aren't finished yet since he fell asleep early last night.

"Are you tired, Master?" Takaki followed him inside the office while closing the door behind him, "If you want, I can cook you some sweets to ease your nerves."

Seating on his place, Daiki sighed and stared at Takaki's dark red eyes. "Go ahead and bring me 2 boxes of Pocky, demon. I've been wanting to munch on one since this morning but I don't have they keys to the storage. Go, shoo, obey your master."

"Yes, Master." Takaki grinned playfully as he set down the paper works on the table before turning walking out again.

After a few minutes, not even a whole 5 had gone and Takaki was back in front of him followed by the two idiots who were hiding in fear from earlier. Seeing as he has his hands on his favorite snack, he didn't feel as angry as he already did and just waved it off as something they shouldn't do in the future again.

"Thank you, Master!" Inoo and Hikaru screamed at the same time before bowing low.

"Now, get the out of the room and stop making Faye worry." Daiki swirled the Pocky on his lips while signaling Takaki to open the door for the two of them. "Your sister is such an unlucky girl to have a brother and a friend like the two of you."

"I think we're the unlucky ones seeing as Faye is--" Hikaru was about to rant but Kei slapped him in the arm with a glare, "Sorry, sorry. Why are you so possessive of your younger sister anyway?"

Raising an eyebrow, Kei waited for Hikaru to find the answer to himself. When he didn't, Kei answered his friend's question, "Because she's my sister, that's why."

Finally having the two of them out the office, Daiki gave a huge sigh. "What's so good about those two anyway? Why were you so keen on choosing them as our assassins when we could've gotten someone who do not mess up every single day of their freaking life?"

Takaki chuckled at his master's remark. "Master, you've been gone a whole lot longer than I expected. Inoo Kei, Inoo Faye and Yaotome Hikaru are known in the underworld as the best assassins who can deliver death to any human they choose with a blink of an eye. I do not think human's ways of killing is effective however, theirs are always beautiful."

Daiki frowned at the information thrown at him. What, those two are the world's best assassins? Who would hire such idiots to do their bidding for him? …oh yeah, he hired them. He must be the bigger idiot right here.

"Anyway, besides those fools, did you search about what I asked of you?" Daiki looked up eagerly, hoping to find an end in all these mess as soon as possible.

"Chinen's Corporation's underground networks consists of a family of assassin." Takaki coughed because looking at his Master right in front of him and saying he was killer was somehow funny. Imagine, a 20 year old man eating Pocky and having it poke out of his mouth while trying to look serious? Hilarious if he might say.

"Continue already, you demon." Realizing he was being ridiculed, Daiki munched everything before giving Takaki the go signal to give his report again.

"Ariokas take that role. You are asking me what the roles of the other two are? Well, Morimotos take the role of giving the Chinen Corporation the entertainment that they need. Whatever, whenever and whoever the Corporation wants, they are in the need to bring it to them." Takaki handed the list of all the past 50 biddings that the Morimotos did for the Chinens.

The list was long that varied in all different forms. There were material wants, sexual pleasure but marriage as well. A lot of spouses of the Chinens came from the Morimotos, this time too." Takaki handed him a two pictures, "One is of Chinen Yuri, the heir of the Corporation while the other is of Morimoto Ryutaro, the fiancé."

"I think that there are more deeper things behind this engagement, is it possible to dig even deeper from it?" Daiki handed back the pictures as he looked at Takaki, "I've known Ryu-chan before and he doesn't seem to be the type to agree on these things."

"Of course, Master." Takaki took back the pictures before handing him a whole other set of papers, "Next in line is the Yamadas. Their contribution to the trio had always been a secret and none of the two are aware of it. However, I was able to check up on it and find a vague job description for them."

The Yamadas was the Ariokas closest friends. They've known each other since they could remember and that's why Daiki is close to Ryosuke. After thinking about it, as a child, he never had an idea on what the Ariokas do for the Corporation. It didn't matter then, but it does matter now.

"What is it that they do?"

"They are what we can call Trackers." Takaki smiled at the confused look that his Master was giving him. "All the past jobs and future jobs assigned to the trio are recorded by them. Even all the orders given by the Higher are also recorded. They keep track of it all and keep it as a file."

Processing for a second, Daiki had a sudden thought. "So… if someone from the trio had ordered for my family to be killed, the Yamadas would have a file of it, am I right?" Eagerness and hope laced his voice.

"Yes."

"Then what are we waiting for? Ryosuke would hand me over the file willingly, he's a good friend despite being stupid at times." Daiki stood up and was about to grab his jacket when Takaki's hand clasped on his wrist, making him unable to move. "What's wrong?"

"We can't." His voice was rigid, bland and full of worry. For who, he's the only one who knows.

"Why not?" Pushing Takaki's hands away, Daiki raised an eyebrow.

"Yamada Ryosuke has a devil by his side as well…"

Notes:

A fairly boring and fairly late update. I'm sorry, I think you know the reason why I can't write properly. Anyway here's the boring update. Boring but very full of clues and reasons. The character thread connection is already taking shape, if you've noticed (I made sure I placed it there, btw). The next chapter will be Yamajima, as I've hinted. Yes, I am introducing each and every character properly because it is needed on how you will analyze what they do in the future.

And oh, I might be on hiatus. Updates might come once a week, I am not sure of this yet. I am only sure that I can't update everyday like before. Blame school works and depression.

Please tell me what you think ♥

Chapter 5: CHAPTER 4

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"T-This cannot be… there must be a mistake…" Ryosuke was going hysterical when he heard from the police officer about what had happened, "DAIKI'S NOT DEAD! HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S JUST HIDING AND HE WILL APPEAR ONE OF THESE DAYS!"

"Si--"

"Would it be--"

"GET OUT!" Ryosuke pushed the two officers out of his room, letting the security handle them. As soon as he had locked it, his back hit the door and he slumped on the floor while his hands went to mess with his hair, "Dai-chan is not dead… no matter what they tell me, I won't believe them… He's not dead… he's not going to leave me..."

He waited patiently for minutes that turned to days that soon turned to weeks and no sooner did it turn to a month. Not one single report, not one single clue, not one single sign that Arioka Daiki was indeed alive and had escaped from the gruesome murder of his whole family.

Everyone was telling him to move but he just--

"Sir, please eat something…" the maids brought food and for the nth time, he only drank the juice and left the food on the plate, "Sir, it's not healthy to--"

"WHO CARES ABOUT WHAT'S HEALTHY?!" his sudden rage kept the maids at bay in the coming days.

That was until Nakajima Yuto came into his life.

"He's back…" it was the only thing that Ryosuke had been muttering for how many days now, "Yuto, he's really back! I'm not just dreaming, right? He's back!"

Nakajima Yuto smiled as he placed the glass of water in front of Ryosuke. Without saying anything, as if ignoring what his master had said, Yuto walked back to the kitchen. Something was stabbing through his chest as he did so but not because of anything else.

"Ryosuke will not need me anymore…" he whispered to no one in particular.

That night, he tucked his master to bed. Watching him fall asleep, Yuto sat on the side of the bed. He wanted to touch him, to hold his soft skin with his fingertips but he didn't. He stopped himself because it was the wrong thing to do. So he just stared at him, watching how his chest heaves up and down while his warm breath tickles through the air.

"I will have to say good bye to you soon." Yuto let himself touch the boy's strands of hair because it was the only thing he could and the safest, "I can't break any more rules by staying with you. And I don't need to anymore because my work here is done…"

As devils, one is supposed to stay with a human so that he could create a contract with them and bring them to hell. They're supposed to give them what they want in exchange for their soul. And they shouldn't stay with them if no contract had been made.

He had broken all of them. He stayed with Ryosuke even without a contract and fulfilled his every wish even without a promise to have his soul in return.

All of this because he was in love with that human.

He stood up and was about to turn away and leave when he felt a tug on his wrist. Turning around, he saw Ryosuke's hands extended onto him. His eyes were closed but Yuto knew he wasn't asleep yet.

"Is there anything you need, master?" Yuto decided to ask, uneasy about the hands on his wrist and the silence enveloping the two of them. "Hot milk? Hot chocolate? A glass of water? A glass of ora--"

"You." Ryosuke opened his eyes and stared at him.

"W-What?" Yuto stood confused and he felt disappointed when Ryosuke let go of his wrist but only to kneel up and hug him by the waist. "M-Master, what--"

"Are you going to leave me, too?" Ryosuke asked, burying his face on Yuto's back, "Are you tired of me already like everyone all are? Will you leave me alone again after coming into my life and planting yourself into it?"

Yuto stood there, frozen on his place. His charcoal black eyes turned to watch how Ryosuke's hold on him tightened when he didn't move. He wish he could, he wish he could stay and watch over Ryosuke forever because that's exactly what his life meaning was, exactly what he decided hs life meaning was. But he's not allowed to and Ryosuke doesn't really need him.

"Don't leave me…" Ryosuke pleaded as Yuto felt hot tears soak through his back.

"I--"

"If I need to make a contract with you, then I will." Ryosuke looked up at him with teary eyes, "Just please, don't leave me. I'm tired of people leaving me… and you're the first person--"

"I can't allow you to make a contract with me!" Yuto pushed Ryosuke away and looked at him straight in the eyes, "I broke all the rules before so I can protect you so I will not just let them be in vain by having you give up your soul."

"B-But…"

"I'm not allowing you." Yuto said firmly as he pushed Ryosuke back on the bed and pulled the blankets to cover his shaking figure. The tears in the boy's eyes were thumbed away by him and it felt burn under his touch.

"So you're just going to leave me like everyone else?"

Yuto did not answer as he stood up and walked over to the door, switching the lights off on his way out. His foot steps were fast but measured as to not arouse any caution with the guards in the vicinity. Reaching the garden, he stopped in his tracks as he turned to look at the dark sky. Hoping they could see him, hoping they could do something about this.

But no answer came.

Ryosuke had undergone so much pain already and he vowed to be the one to ease him from all of it. He doesn't know yet how it would be done, but it will be, because he's not going to let anyone else take that from him.

"I'm not going to let you have him…" Yuto murmured into the night, "Arioka Daiki."

On his bed, Ryosuke let himself cry to sleep. There was never someone who had stayed with him through it all, only two people and those are Daiki and Yuto. Except, Daiki was gone for 2 years and Yuto appeared only 2 years previous.

In his heart, he had always loved Daiki because people are stupid enough not to love the boy and yet, Yuto has already found a place in his life and he knew he won't be able to let the boy go.

It was only the first of the many confusions that will come.

Notes:

First of all, sorry for the delayed update because I had to finish a 70 page handwritten script last weekend, Uni is being an ass right now. Second, I'm sorry if this story is really slow. It's because, I will hint, the most important part of the plot are the character connection story line. Once you've connected those past memories and past relations of theirs, everything would soon add up. So you'd just have to undergo around 2 more character intros: the Inoo's with Yaotome and the Morimoto's.

Please tell me how much it sucks ^_~

Chapter 6: CHAPTER 5

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Can we turn back the time?

It was Yaotome Hikaru who knows at least half the truth behind Inoo Kei and Inoo Faye. But he doesn’t say anything because if he does, who knows what could happen not just between the two’s relationship but to his best friend’s mentality as well.

“Hika, it’s been two years now…” Kei folded (or tried to fold) the clothes that Faye assigned them to finish, “Why do you think I still can’t put Faye’s face in those memories I had of my sibling? Shouldn’t I already have been able to…?”

Hikaru forced a smile to his lips as he hit Kei playfully on the arm, “What are you saying? Don’t force yourself, Kei. You don’t want to go back to the doctor, right? If your head starts hurting again, I promise I’ll bring you to the doctor.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor again!” Kei wailed but turned quiet when he stared at the floor, “But Faye still doesn’t remember anything either… is our accident really that bad that we both can’t remember each other?”

“Oh shush, do you need memories to remember how the two of you are broth—siblings?” Hikaru slipped and he almost hit his head after uttering those words so he hurriedly tried to change the topic, “So, how about that mission that master is sending us again? Do you think I can borrow the kitchen knife? Mine’s getting rusty already…”

“Oh, yeah, that knife is awesome…” Kei trailed off and Hikaru could only breathe in relief, happy that he had changed the subject successfully because if Kei continues on pressing him about what happened 2yrs ago, he might not just be able to lie anymore.

Because two years ago, everything just changed in a flash.

”Hikaru, hurry up! Someone ambushed the Inoo’s house!” a neighbor screamed through his window and he felt himself jerk up, “We can’t get in, as if something is holding us back so hurry up!”

In less than a second, he was out the door and running towards the other side of the street. Whatever was holding back the people was already gone because they were already going near it, curiosity clouding the air above them.

“DON’T COME NEAR IT!” Hikaru pushed them all away and they stopped, knowing who he was. “I’ll go in. Call the ambulance of the underground hospital.”

Before he could get answer, he already went ahead and inside. He knows they’d do what he asked them to do, it was their job after all. So he opened the doors quietly to find Kei’s parents on the floor, sprawled with their heads hanging just barely connected to their shoulders with a strand of skin.

“What kind of monster would do this kind of…?” Hikaru muttered before running off, afraid to see what is waiting for him upstairs. “Please, please, please, I don’t think I can manage it if Kei is…” he can’t even continue what he is supposed to say.

The stairs has blood on them which means whoever killed the Inoo’s went up so he followed, afraid for what is about to meet him and for his life. He was defenseless right now and vulnerable.

“KEI!” Hikaru saw Kei on the front of the door leading to his younger brother’s room, “Kei are you okay?, Kei?! Answer me!” he sat next to him and felt his pulse, he was alive. “I’m so glad you’re alive, Kei…” there was only a minor bruise on his head.

There was a loud woosh on the other side of the room, this reminded Hikaru that the Inoo’s has another son. Hoping it wasn’t the killer who was inside, Hikaru opened the door slowly, peaking inside only to see a man’s feet with Kei’s brother disappear into thin air.

He vowed to himself that he will keep that secret forever.

“Nii-chan, I thought I told you to close with folding the right first before the left?!” Faye screamed as soon as she saw how messy the clothes were. “Did you and Hika nii-chan doze off or something and lost all sense of intellectuality in your body?!”

Kei pouted and so did Hikaru.

“Sorry, the pouting never works on me.” Faye scoffed before throwing all clothes back them who squealed in surprise, “Now go get this things prepared before master comes back and stop flirting with each other!”

She smirked when she saw the puzzled looks in both of the boy’s faces.

“Flirting? Who’s flirting?” Hikaru asked, blinking in wonder.

“Little Faye, do you even know what flirting means?” Kei asked as well, raising an eyebrow.

Faye rolled her eyes, couldn’t believe how much these two boys suck and are both stupid. No, wait, scratch that. She saw a hint of hurt flash in Hikaru’s eyes. Well, well, well, guess not both of them are oblivious of their feelings after all.

“Faye, would it be possible to assign you to arrange the preparations for a dinner with the Morimoto’s tomorrow?” Takaki suddenly appeared in front of her as soon as she entered the office of her master.

“For how many, sir?”

Takaki looked at Daiki, waiting while the other boy counted in his hands like a kid. “Probably for a group of 5, I don’t really like to extend my courtesy to their body guards as well. They can feed them by themselves.” Daiki answered as he turned his seat around and around.

“Master, you’re going to get dizzy like that.” Takaki warned but Daiki just ignored him and he went to sigh at Faye who looks amused, “I guess we’re leaving this to you. You can consult us—me—for the selection of foods.”

“No problem, sir.” Faye bowed to Takaki before bowing more lowly at Daiki who was folding a paper airplane with the paper he was holding.

“Master, that’s an important contract, don’t play with it!” Takaki warned again.

“Hmph!” came Daiki’s snort.

Faye thinks this house is full of idiots.

Notes:

Quite boring chapter but I totally warned you that the next coming chapters would be boring due to character intros. The last character intro chapter would be the next one and I will introduce to you the second to the last pair that you will come across in this fic :) However boring this might be, I left lots of clues here and there... and there. It's up to you to pick them up and put them together. I am, btw, going to be gone next week... gone in the sense that I won't be able to update a chapter so I'm sorry. I'll try to make it up to you guys the next. ♥

Please tell me what you think ;)

Notes:

I decided to post this today to test it out since despite plotting everything out, I'm quite unsure. So, yes, you could say that this is a test post. All characters of JUMP has major roles in here but TaDaiki is the main pair, followed by Chiitaro, Yamajima, KeitoOC, HikaNoo, and YabuOC. Oh and yes, the idea came from Kuroshitsuji but as you can see it's kind of a modern type and the plot is very different from Kuro. So erm, yeah, hopefully I will post chapter 1 sometime next week since have lots of assignments to deal with.

Please tell me what you think ;)

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