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sexyshakespeare · 3 years ago

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Ch 1: A Royal Birthday (Kuroken Royalty AU)

#sfw with some slight nudity cw for mention of some #violence #starving and #classism #poverty --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo had practically lived in the palace all his life. He was born there. That was his biggest pride, something he boasted when he played with the baker and gardener’s children. He’d eaten out of the same jam pot that the royal prince had. Though of course he’d gotten beaten for it by the guard right afterwards, and every time he dared to play with the prince since. He still had the scars to show for it. But his highness insisted. The older he grew, the more he mandated that Kuroo be allowed to visit him in his chambers, eat with him, go horse riding with him. Kenma- he frowned and corrected Kuroo if he called him anything else, yes, Kenma had grown into a very prideful, powerful prince. He was a big man now, sitting in at all the tactical meetings with his parents. Kuroo on the other hand, had been inducted into the king’s army at a young age- he was just sixteen when he’d first seen battle. It was a horrible thing, he’d lost his training partners, his friends, too young and badly fed to survive something like that. But Kuroo. He was a fierce fighter, and he’d promised Kenma that he would come back with nothing more than a broken nose. Kenma had been relieved that his nose was in fact, very intact. His handsome face hadn’t been harmed in any way- but his arms had gashes, his body slashed in places that would not heal fast. But this had been his life. And a better life than he was used to. The army’s soldiers were treated with more respect than most- they had better food, and better living conditions. He’d been able to move his father to the palace as a helper in the kitchens again, despite his age. His mother had died from sickness years ago. Kenma had yet again insisted that Kuroo sleep in his bed that night, and had held him while his body shook with tears, harshly whispering promises to the heavens that he wouldn’t let his father go the same way. Today however, was not a day for recalling all of that. Today was the young prince’s 21st birthday. He wasn’t so young anymore- he would be seeing many eligible suitors today at his party- princes and princesses alike. And Kuroo was invited. Well, Kuroo was his personal bodyguard, he had to be there- but Kenma insisted that he was ‘invited’ and would be treated as a guest. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo was waiting outside Kenma’s chamber, his daggers safely tucked away in his belt- and his strong arms crossed behind his back as he watched the corridor. He never, never took his post for granted, and he never, never slacked on the job. He even insisted on taste checking Kenma’s food for any hidden poisons. Nobody would harm Kenma on his watch, and if he harboured any suspicion, nobody could save the culprit from his wrath. It was more than just a post though. It was about him. His.. dare he say it, friend. Kuroo’s eyes softened as the thoughts flooded his mind- his lips curving ever so slightly at the corners. Every night sneakily spent in the royal bed, tickling Kenma, being fed cakes and having his mouth wiped by Kenma on his birthday, which was just a month after the prince’s, Kenma teaching him how to read. He wipes at the tears pooling in his eyes, and takes a breath- turning to look down the corridor again. Stupid, he shouldn’t be getting emotional at a time like this. The prince’s birthday was the perfect opportunity for rivals to try something to endanger his life. “Kuro?”, his beautiful, sun-kissed voice sounds from inside the doors. Kuroo jumps a little, knocking twice on the ornate wood, “Are you okay your highness?? Is your window locked?” “Oh geez I’m fine, relax will you-“, his beautiful voice with a hint of annoyance now, Kuroo laughs once awkwardly and turns back around, “Sorry..” “Come in please I need your help-“ The young man does as asked, gently pushing down the handle and passing through- closing the doors behind him and facing the other- but his jaw drops, his hand immediately raising to cover his eyes- “You- your highness you should’ve mentioned you’re not decent- I’m sor-“ “You’ve seen me like this before, cut that out, help me decide please-“, he speaks again, with authority. Kuroo slowly drops his hand- his eyes lifting from the gold embroidered carpet to his beautiful feet, his bare knees, up his bare thighs, skipping over the thin veil over his- his- “Well.. this one- or this one?”, Kenma holds two robes, one in each hand. The left was the color of the sky, with white sashes and ribbons, silver threads, and just a hint of yellow that would match his hair. He’d insisted on having it dyed in his 17th year. Kuroo had been so embarrassed, their conversation from the night before looming in his head. ‘The Princess that visited you last week was beautiful, don’t you want to meet her again Kenma..?’ ‘What was beautiful about her’, his haughty indignant voice- nothing was ever enough for this spoiled prince, Kuroo had thought at the time. ‘What wasn’t! Her hair’s the color of honey-‘ “K uro! We don’t have time for you to get lost in your daydreams right now”, his beautiful voice, teasing and mischievous. “I- I A M NOT DAY-dreaming”, he sputters, trying to keep his eyes off of his prince’s bare chest- the gold arm bands that glistened from his arms. “They’re both gorgeous, the one on the right is red and rich, heavy- it’ll send the right message, you’d look like a lion-“, Kuroo says with a smile, his eyes going over his collarbone, and then finally his face. His face. His eyes danced, they pierced him through and through, that was how he looked at him. And now his royal brow raises in a challenge, “I don’t care- which do /you/ like” Kuroo’s face colors, and he looks behind him at the doors wondering just how long it would take for someone to find them like this. He’d get flogged for sure- though his back was tough enough to take anything after what it had seen. But his heart thumps impatiently, pulling him towards his prince. Why did he ask him questions like this- “I.. like the other- the blue one..”, he admits now, his voice softened, his eyes even more so when they meet his pretty ones. The literal sun, shone through those eyes. Kenma always insisted that Kuroo had the same color eyes, but he was wrong, his were dull and hard. Kenma smiles at him, bright, and nods- tossing the other robe on the floor like it wasn’t worth 50 horses, which makes Kuroo’s eyes widen in reproach, even if it wasn’t his place. “S orry.. sorry, I’ll put this back in its place..”, the young monarch says suddenly, not letting the soldier speak, “I know you want to scold me for being a spoiled thing..”, he says yet again with a smile as he goes about putting the red robe back in his wardrobe. Kuroo watches him curiously in silence, smile playing on his lips. It really was a miracle, how he spoke to his own father, with contempt lining every word- and how he spoke to him. Kuroo directs his eyes back to the floor when Kenma dresses. “Did you want help- should I ask the maids to come-“ Kenma shakes his head gently, “They have enough on their plates with this ridiculous event-“ “It’s not ridiculous.. it’s for your-“ “Y e s my birthday, what a wondrous day I was born 21 years ago, and half the kingdom gets fed extra today while they practically starve the rest of the year”, his beautiful voice, with disdain dripping from it. He looks sad, his hands smoothing down the front of his garment. Kuroo smiles at him, a patient smile. And now, he speaks to him as his friend, moving closer and lifting his hands to cup his face. “You’re going to be brilliant today.. you worked hard on your speech.. one step closer to what you want to achieve” Kenma looks up at his very tall bodyguard, his king’s soldier, and his most treasured, most precious friend. “You think so..? I know they’re trying to get me to marry one of those rich brats” “You’re a rich brat- you’ll have a lot in common” That earns Kuroo a smack right across his chest- and excited giggles from both young men fills the room. “That princess you fancy will be here, maybe you should sit with her- I’m sure you can guard me with your hand up her skirt-“ “EHH?? MY HAND WILL BE ON MY DAGGER-“ Kenma laughs once, “Bet it will be..” A frown from Kuroo, who thinks this joke was getting rather old, and Kenma takes the hint to drop it. He shrugs his shoulders, reaching for the princely crown to place it atop his head, and looks at Kuroo, “You’re going to be dressed like that..?” “Kenma I’m your guard- I have to be dressed like this” “Oh right-“ “See, rich brat” The prince grins at him then, “See.. this is my friend.. not that ‘your highness may I kiss your feet’ man you have to pretend to be outside of here” He walks up to him then, and pats his cheek softly, dragging his hand down the front of his plain grey tunic- very form fitting on Kuroo, “Shall we..?” The other man nods at him, though he wishes secretly to never leave- to have his hand on his chest the rest of the evening. But that was selfish of him. He couldn’t keep him long. “Yes.. it’ll be over soon, please don’t spill your wine on anyone and blame it on your low tolerance to alcohol- you’re a horrible liar-“ “You remember his face last year? HA- stupid mustached basta-“ “Kenma..”

#kurokenweek2021 #kuroken #royalty au #kuroo #kenma #slight nudity #sfw #haikyuu #fanfic #hqfanfic

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ambivxxlence · 4 years ago

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Kuro es un niño bien minimalista, a pesar de ser rico hasta más no poder.

Tiene un departamento enorme en Inglaterra, al cual se va a esconder a veces. Cuando su padre se lo compró, también contrató a un diseñador de interiores para que lo decorara bien cool, pero Kuro tiró todas las cosas por ahí porque dijo que lo “estresa mucho” cuando hay muchas cosas, aunque ni siquiera tenga que limpiarlas ni nada porque tiene personal de limpieza y así. Dejó lo más básico, como un sofá, una tele, una cama, una silla y un cubierto, cosas así. Tiene una estantería pequeñita con algunas motocicletas miniatura de colección. En su casa en Japón tenía una biblioteca solo para él, pero con el pasar de los años perdió un poco la costumbre de leer y también le pareció mucho más cómodo llevar su E-reader. Nada más por eso no es desordenado. Si algún día le llega a faltar el personal de limpieza se va a morir de estrés porque no sabe ni como usar la escoba.

La ropa suele tirarla después de un tiempo porque su padre le compra DEMASIADA y se aburre, algunas prendas ni siquiera las usa porque no le gustan.

Ah, pero necesita mucho estacionamiento para sus motos, eso sí.

#HC #!Kuro #necesito tags para estas cosas aiuda #Este es mi niño inútil [?#Tengo su ficha por ahí #en algún momento la publicaré [?

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kokoronokuroyami · 4 years ago

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🌟 For relationship ask meme

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Kuro. Hajime usually tries to stay calm during an argument where as Kuro is very emotion driven outside of prosecution

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? I don’t think either would be that cruel

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Kuro might try to run away at times because he’s scared he’ll hurt Hajime but Hajime always stops them

Who trashes the house? Neither they’re clean fighters

Do either of them get physical? they grab each other’s shoulders or clothes some times but they would never deliberately try to hurt each other

How often do they argue/disagree? it’s very rare but when they happen they’re big Who is the first to apologise? flip flops

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? they have a daughter and a son, Yume and Daisuke If so, how many children do your muses want/have? 2 Who is the favorite parent? both parents are loved dearly Who is the authoritative parent? Kuro tends to be a bit stricter but Hajime is more protective Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Hajime is very serious about the children’s education but he knows when the children need a mental health day Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Kuro pretends to be mad when they steal cookies and candy but he was young once and he and his sister did that themselves so he lets it slide. Hajime joins in on the sweet stealing

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Depends if they’re working on a case or not

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

They both try to actively be a part of their children’s lives so they both attend meetings wherever possible or at least have one of them appear

Who changes the diapers? Kuro and Hajime split the baby care evenly and take turns doing diapers

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

Kuro doesn’t because he has more difficulty sleeping in comparison to Hajime

Who spends the most time with the children?

They both try to spend as much time with their children as possible.

Who packs their lunch boxes? They have a roster as to who’s turn it is Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Hajime has a better way with words

Who cleans up after the kids? Hajime is a bit of a neat freak so he does Who worries the most?

Kuro Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Hajime

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Kuro is a little cuddle monster Who is the little spoon? Kuro unless Hajime is really tired and emotional Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? I’m not qualified to divulge that information Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Really depends on the situations How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Till the end of time

Who gives the most kisses? I like to think Hajime does while Kuro is a ball of blushes

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Snuggling and watching movies Where is their favourite place to cuddle? On the couch Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? I don’t…. think they would? How often do they get time to themselves? Not that often when they get their jobs and the kids but they make it work

Sleeping:

Who snores? Hajime maybe If both do, who snores the loudest? Still Hajime Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Depends on the night. they tend to cozy up most of the time though Who talks in their sleep? Kuro is an avid sleep talker What do they wear to bed? I can’t speak of Hajime but Kuro has a wolf onesie Are either of your muses insomniacs? Kuro isn’t an insomniac but he doesn’t sleep much Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Hajime insisted Kuro get a prescription after he figured out he wasn’t sleeping and was endangering his and their child’s health Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? little bit of both Who wakes up with bed hair? Both Who wakes up first? Kuro most times, Hajime really struggles with surprising him Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Hajime does when Kuro is sick What is their favourite sleeping position? Spooning Who hogs the sheets? Not always but it’s Kuro

Do they set an alarm each night? Hajime does Can a television be found in their bedroom? Probably not because Kuro prefers books Who has nightmares? Both but Kuro more than Hajime Who has ridiculous dreams? Hajime probably Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Daisuke and Yume Who makes the bed? Both, gets done faster What time is bed time? 10:00pm at the earliest 3:00 am at the latest Any routines/rituals before bed? Kuro has to read at least one chapter of his book Hajime has to make sure that all the windows are locked Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Kuro

Work:

Who is the busiest? Kuro is a workaholic Who rakes in the highest income? Kuro as he is a pretty successful prosecutor Are any of your muses unemployed? the kids because child labor laws protect them Who takes the most sick days? Kuro because he works himself sick and Hajime forces him to stay home Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Neither Who sucks up to their boss? Kuro is technically Hajime’s boss but Kuro tends to try and get on Edgeworth’s good side What are their jobs? Kuro is a prosecutor and Hajime is his detective, they tried to keep their relationships under wraps so they could work on cases together but a murder case unraveled that Who stresses the most? Kuro Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Kuro may be a workaholic but that’s because he loves his job and has dreams of fixing the system Are your muses financially stable? they make a decent living

Home:

Who does the washing? Kuro

Who takes out the trash? Hajime

Who does the ironing? Kuro

Who does the cooking? They take turns

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? the kids

Who is messier? Kuro Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? the kids Who forgets to flush the toilet? neither

Who is the prankster around the house? Hajime Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Both seem to remember

Who mows the lawn? Hajime Who answers the telephone? Kuro Who does the vacuuming? Hajime Who does the groceries? They Brocery shop Who takes the longest to shower? both if they shower together Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Neither

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Not a problem as in they’re rich but they aren’t struggling either How many cars do they own? 1 but they prefer walking Do they own their home or do they rent? They own a small house, sometimes an apartment depending on the story Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? They’re closer to the countryside Do they live in the city or in the country? The city Do they enjoy their surroundings? They like their home What’s their song? Hold me by Farid Momodov What do they do when they’re away from each other? Wait for the other to come back just kidding they spend time with friends and family and catch up Where did they first meet? Hope’s Peak Academy Reserve Course How did they first meet? Hajime found Kuro crying after he got picked on by bullies Who spends the most money when out shopping? Both were raised to be pretty frugal Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Not sure Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Both stifle a laugh Any mental issues? Not in the non-despair au but Kuro does still have to deal with the trauma of his parents’ murder Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither Who kills the spiders around the house? Neither. They use the cup and paper technique Their favourite place? The park near their house Who pays the bills? it’s a team effort Do they have any fears for their future? Kuro is worried for his family’s safety as both a prosecutor and a necromancer but Hajime is his rock the entire time Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Hajime

Who uses up all of the hot water? Neither Who’s the tallest? Hajime Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Hajime Who wanders around in their underwear? the kids Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Kuro when he think’s he’s alone What do they tease each other about? Hajime’s sensitive hair and Kuro’s workaholicness Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither Do they have mutual friends? Each other’s former classmates Who crushed first? Kuro and he crushed bad Any alcohol or substance related problems? I hope not Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? I mean Maybe Kuro? he can’t hold his liquor well Who swears the most?

Hajime

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chibicrow · 6 years ago

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WELL I GUESS HE’S NOT ZANYA OR AKATSUKI’S KID LMAO. THANKS BUSHI.

Kurogane tho.

Kuro.

K....uro

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#//punted #natsumi talks fcbf ace spoilers

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casper-has-a-cat · 7 years ago

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WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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okay, you’ve been warned! please enjoy the fic!

Kuroo didn’t like labels. They made things feel deceptively permanent, falsely mutually exclusive, and generally excessively dramatic. Thus, he tried not to label his days as being “good” or “bad.” Today, however, was an exception.

Although he hadn’t woken up on the wrong side of the bed, per say, he had woken up on the floor, and with a terrible crick in his neck at that. Which sucked, but at that point he was still able to convince himself that it wasn’t a bad enough to be a Bad™ day yet.

Then he realized he’d woken up an hour and a half late and he decided that it at least had potential.

He rushed to get ready, knowing he’d miss first and second period at the very least, but hoping to make it to third period on time since he had a Statistics exam. The getting ready went pretty smoothly, and Kuroo started to think that maybe the day would get better.

Needless to say, he was wrong.

There was no food in his house. None. He’d forgotten to get the groceries last night, and this was the result. He slammed the cabinet door shut, losing his cool a bit before reminding himself to stay calm. He managed to do so, right up until he saw the unread messages on his phone screen.

From: Kitten Time: 6:45 am where r u

From: Kitten Time: 6:53 am r u coming

Call from: Kitten Time: 6:55 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:02 am we r gonna b late

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:02 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am im gonna skip if u do

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am i dont want to go today

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:03 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:05 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:05 am moms making me go

“Shit!” He couldn’t help it. This time he shouted out loud. One good thing was that since his parents were out of town, nobody heard him, but it didn’t make him feel much better. By the time he texted Kenma back his hands were shaking and his head was pulsing vaguely behind his eyes.

To: Kitten Time: 9:24 am Kenma I am so sorry I totally overslept. Hang in there. I’m on my way.

And then he was, as he had told Kenma, on his way, begrudgingly taking with him a headache instead of breakfast, but on his way nonetheless. He was forced to make a large detour due to a new construction site’s cropping up. He scowled. Not only was it inconvenient, but they’d cut down his favorite tree. It was where he’d first met Kenma. And now suddenly it was gone forever.

By the time he got to school, it was already 20 minutes into third period. Kenma still hadn’t responded to his text, Kuroo couldn’t stop thinking about how his favorite tree was gone forever, his head still hurt from having been unable to eat, and his neck still hurt from having fallen off his bed. Basically, he felt like crying. Instead, he shot Kenma another text and went to take his test.

To: Kitten Time: 10:30 am I’m sorry Kenma, I really am. I’ll see you at lunch, okay?

During the test could barely focus. He was so hungry, and the combination of the crick in his neck and his mild headache was really starting to get to him, making it hard to remember material even though he’d stayed up late memorizing it. Still, he was nearly finished when the teacher stopped them. Five minutes early. Kuroo couldn’t believe it. When the teacher came by he started to protest.

“Excuse me, but I believe we should have another five minutes? I’m almost done, and-“

“Well, Mr. Tetsurou, maybe you should have thought of that before you came to the test 20 minutes late.”

“But-“ The teacher took his papers. Kuroo sighed and relented. It wasn’t like he really had a valid excuse anyway, and he was truly too exhausted to argue any further.

He slunk to the cafeteria, scrolling through his non-existent new text messages in a daze. He wondered how angry Kenma was.

Angry enough, he soon discovered, to avoid sitting at their usual table.

“Damnit,” he mumbled, wanting to kick himself. He shook his head. Kenma could be anywhere. At the moment, however, Kuroo felt like if he didn’t eat, he would pass out, so he got in the lunch line. It wasn’t until he was at the register that he realized: his wallet was gone.

As his hand searched his pocket, which had nothing in it but a hole, his face paled. The lunch lady was glaring at him, tapping her fingers impatiently.

“I, uh,” he stuttered, still searching his pocket in disbelief even though he knew he wouldn’t find anything there. His throat got tight in that way it did when he wanted to cry but refused to do so, and he opened his mouth to explain what had happened.

Just then, a small figure popped up beside him and stuck a wad of cash into his hand. Kuroo looked down in surprise, then let out a breath of relief. It was Kenma. He was pouting and aggressively avoiding eye contact, but he was there. Kuroo smiled, paid for his food, and then followed Kenma as he stalked away. They ended up underneath a tree. Kenma sat down with his back to it and started eating, just a bit. Kuroo tried to sit next to him, but Kenma immediately scuttled to the opposite side of the tree so that their backs were to each other.

“Kenma…” Kuroo spooned some of his lunch into his mouth. Despite how hungry he was, he couldn’t appreciate the food when he was so worried about his best friend. Hoping it would help him think more clearly, he made himself eat anyway.

“The teacher called me out for being late,” Kenma mumbled, not looking up from his food.

Kuroo’s throat tightened again. He knew how much Kenma hated being the center of attention, and this time it was Kuroo’s fault that he’d been made the focal point for his entire class.

“I’m sorry, Kenma. Really, I am,” Kuroo apologized, not knowing what else he could say. He didn’t think telling Kenma that he’d been called out for being late, too, would help matters, and yet it felt like his brain was short-circuiting, only capable of looping through the day’s regrets and sending him sharp bursts of physical and psychological pain.

They ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes. Then Kenma spoke up again.

“They cut down the tree.”

Kuroo looked up, hearing that Kenma’s voice was much closer than it had been before. Sure enough, the smaller boy was now next to him. He could see the slight crease in Kenma’s brow that meant he was upset. Kuroo hated that Kenma was upset, but he was glad that the tree meant something to him, too.

“I know, Ki- uh, Kenma,” he corrected. Kenma looked up from his game and gave Kuroo a long, bland stare. Then he shrugged and turned back to his game. They didn’t say much else before the bell rang and they had to go to class.

The second half of Kuroo’s day was nearly as bad as the first. He was assigned group projects in all three of his afternoon classes. He hated group projects with a passion, because it always meant working with idiots. It didn’t help that his headache still hadn’t gone away, even though he’d been sure to eat more than enough at lunch. He scowled, and tried to be nice to his group mates in spite of their infuriating stupidity.

He had at least been looking forward to practice, but when he got to the gym it was empty. Then he remembered that the coach was out of town dealing with a family emergency and had cancelled practice. Normally the team would meet anyway, but quite a few of the other team members had other events to attend today anyway and were taking advantage of the time off. Kuroo pulled his phone out to text Kenma to ask where to meet him so they could walk home together, but could hardly believe the message on his screen.

From: Kitten Time: 2:52 pm im in a hurry, so ill go home ahead

Kuroo rubbed his temple. Kenma was never in a hurry, so he must still be angry. He’d thought they were on okay terms after lunch, but maybe he was wrong. The thought only made his head hurt worse.

To: Kitten Time: 2:58 pm Are you still mad at me? Kenma, I’m really sorry.

To: Kitten Time: 2:59 pm Be safe on your way home.

To: Kitten Time: 3:00 pm Text me when you get there?

Kuroo sighed. He couldn’t force Kenma to respond, and he knew his friend wouldn’t answer a direct call, so he put his phone in his pocket - the one without a hole in it - and started walking back, slowly, and with his eyes trained on the ground.

It was, of course, only fitting, then, that he would be surprised by a sudden downpour about five minutes into the 25 minute walk. He looked up at the sky for a moment. Normally he would curse it out, but at this point he didn’t even have enough energy to do so. He just blinked a few times and trudged on.

By the time he got home his new shoes were ruined, he was soaked to the bone, and his head was positively pounding. It was so bad that he was having trouble seeing. Nausea turned his stomach as he stumbled around his house closing all of the blinds and trailing water everywhere. Finally, he made it to his room. It was only when he was in his bed, curled up (still wet) around an empty trashcan and shaking like a leaf, that he allowed himself to admit that it had been a Bad™ day. His phone pinged, but Kuroo was on the verge of falling asleep, so he half-subconsciously muted it and drifted off.

“…’uro. Kuro, wake up. Kuro, please.” Kuroo awoke to a soft voice. He only just had time to recognize it as Kenma’s before his stomach flipped viciously. He panicked for a moment, but fortunately the trashcan was still in his arms. He sat up, ducked his head into it and was almost immediately sick. The act of doing so only made his head hurt worse.

Kenma made a strangled, shocked noise, but caught his friend as he dipped sideways, dizzy and half blind from pain.

“-uck,” Kuroo mumbled, and then heaved and threw up again. He blearily looked at the mess at the bottom of the trashcan and instantly vomited two more times at the sight of it. When he was finally able to pull away, Kenma was looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kenma, I’m-“ Kuroo rasped, intending to apologize, but Kenma cut him off, a shaking hand wiping residual sick off of his face with a Kleenex.

“Are you sick?” Kenma asked bluntly. Kuroo shook his head minutely and winced.

“Migraine,” he muttered.

Kenma blinked at him and nodded.

“Kenma, why…?”

Kenma frowned. “You didn��t get my text?”

Kuroo’s eyes darted to the desk stand where his phone lay, and Kenma had scooped it up without any hesitation. If he’d been at 100%, Kuroo wouldn’t have made the mistake of looking at it in the first place. If he’d been even 70%, he would have reacted much more quickly, quickly enough at least to get it out of Kenma’s hands before he read anything Kuroo didn’t want him to read. As it was, he felt like he was dying a torturous death, so he ended up protesting only after Kenma was already staring at the screen. In fact, he reacted just as Kenma’s eyes widened marginally, expression otherwise unreadable.

Kenma showed him the screen. Sure enough, there it was. That “From: Kitten.” Kuroo’s face flared red in embarrassment.

“Kenma, I can expl-“

“I got your wallet.” Kenma stated suddenly.

“What?” Kuroo started to frown in confusion but a stab of pain to his head forced him to relax into a neutral expression again. Kenma showed him the screen again, and Kuroo scrolled through his notifications in amazement.

From: Kitten Time: 3:29 pm coming over

From: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm found your wallet

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:31 pm

From: Kitten Time: 3:32 pm is your phone broken

From: Kitten Time: 3:42 pm here

From: Kitten Time: 3:43 pm let me in

From: Kitten Time: 3:44 pm u shouldnt leave the door unlocked

“Kenma, did you really…? In the rain? You found…?” Kuroo could hardly speak his throat was so tight with tears on the verge of spilling. Kenma handed him his wallet. It was soaked through, but it was undeniably his. His credit card was there, his student ID was there, his insurance card…

He only barely prevented himself from sobbing, and only because he feared it would make his head hurt worse. Then Kenma spoke up again, quieter this time.

“And… You can call me Kitten if you want to.”

That was it. Even as it intensified his pain, Kuroo dissolved into tears.

“Kuro!” Kenma tensed up and made to examine his friend for any further signs of pain or injury, but Kuroo held up a hand.

“’s okay, Ken- Kitten,” he mumbled, and then laughed. “’s just been a really long day, and you made it so - hic! - so much better,” he explained.

“Kuro…” Kenma whispered, reaching out a hand.

Then the nausea got the better of him and Kuroo lurched for the trashcan, retching painfully until he burped up the rest of his stomach contents. Kenma made a face, but still wiped Kuroo clean before taking the trashcan away. He moved to stand up, presumably to clean it out, but Kuroo grabbed his wrist.

“Stay?”

Kenma hesitated. “I have to-“

“I’ll clean it later. Actually, I’ll just throw it out. Please, Kitten?”

A funny expression crossed over Kenma’s face then. Something gentle, something vulnerable, maybe even emotional. Kuroo couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was before it was gone, but it didn’t matter, because Kenma nodded, and then crawled into the bed.

It didn’t take long for Kuroo to fall asleep after that. As he did so, he thought about what an incredible day it had been. He smiled.

This was why he hated labels.

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#tw vomit #migraine #sick kuroo #haikyuu!!#my writing #old writing #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #this one actually wasn't too awful #injury

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redzeverin · 7 years ago

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“Routine”

Mahiru rummaged through his closet, looking for the brush he had stored there for the occasion (was occasion even the right word for these times?). Despite the number of times they’ve went through the routine already, Mahiru is still amazed at Kuro’s indifference with the mess, just as Kuro is amazed by the teen’s will power regarding brushing all of his nine tails. The summer wave just started a couple of days ago, two days to be exact with the weather, and he could already see the effect it had on the anthropomorphic arctic fox’s tails- more particularly on his fur.

The sky blue strands were not easy to ignore as they stood in stark contrast to his floorboards. He could feel the fur clinging to his skin and clothes whenever he sat down on the couch, and sometimes he’d itch whenever he’d lie down in bed. He started sneezing a lot as well. Kuro wasn’t affected or as irritated as he was, evident with his usual playing of his game device while he rolled around on the floor, couch, or bed, and all the while his tails swished around in a gentle rhythm. Sometimes he’d find himself watching as each of the nine tails dipped in a graceful line, to be followed by the other, and then the next, before he’d realize his eyes getting droopy with the constant somewhat soothing motion--

His hands gripped a smooth wooden handle, cutting him off from his thoughts, “Found it!” He said to himself as he shut the drawer close, prized weapon in hand. He immediately went over to the living room where the tuff of blue-shaded tails coiled on its owner. Kuro’s crimson eyes flicked towards him for a split second, an acknowledgement of his presence but not his intentions…yet.

“Okay Kuro, time to brush!” Mahiru said with a bit too much enthusiasm despite putting on an irked face.

Kuro’s shoulders visibly slumped, his tails coming to rest flat on the sofa, and his upper body sinking more into his soft and fluffy pillow fit for a king, as how he termed it, while he paused his game. He looked at Mahiru, down to the floor where strands of azure fur gleamed against the fluorescent lighting of the apartment, then to the carpet, and to the rest of the room his eyes could land on.

“What? Why?” Came his reply.

In a moment, Mahiru was already beside him, tugging on his fur and waving the brush around, “Don’t ‘WHY’ me! You saw them didn’t you?!”

The fox let out a yelp, ears up in alarm, “Ah- the tail- not the tail…!” He whined and rolled around, game device forgotten beside him as he struggled to keep his tails away from the determined boy- which proved to be a difficult task considering the sheer size (fluff, in all reality) of the NINE of them. The most he could do was swat the teen a couple of steps back and Mahiru stopped, much to his relief.

“So violent…” He commented wearily, ears drooping to his sides, “Abusing a cute fox like me,”

Mahiru let out a long exaggerated sigh, falling to his rear and crossing his legs, “Stop moping and get over here,” He said as he patted the space beside him. Kuro groaned and turned his face the other way, ears taut in resignation.

It was a full 15 minutes of staring at whatever he could make out with the fibers of the couch before he finally looked back, eyes glaring in disbelief at the teen.

“Are you serious?”

“If you want this over, then stop delaying things,” Mahiru pointed out, looking much more relaxed than Kuro is at the moment. He held the brush between his fingers and twirled it around the floor. The extra patience for the fox came with great advantages, stubborn as it may seem to the older one’s eyes.

Kuro sighed, “You’re such a pain…” he muttered and sat up, scratching the back of his neck while his ears twitched in fond annoyance. With tails out and stretched, he pulled himself to his feet and trudged towards the sitting teen. Mahiru’s eyes gleamed with either pride or excitement, Kuro couldn’t tell, but it was something that tugged lightly at his conscience telling him to at least indulge the hardworking boy more often to see that sunshine looking at him like that.

He sighed again at the thought. It was only a step away from Mahiru when he decided to turn around and offer his brightly fluffy tail to the teen, effectively smothering him in the process. There was a startled shout from him, much to Kuro’s amusement.

“-uro wad even-?!“

“You started it,” Kuro defended and sat down, tails still upright and pressing on Mahiru. The teasing helped with the situation, or that’s at least how Kuro interpreted the groan from the other, as Mahiru shifted backwards to allow more space between them. He huffed and stuck his cheeks out even though Kuro couldn’t see him, and began his brush work on the first shedding tail on his lap. It took a couple of minutes and gentle strokes from the brush before Kuro’s tails relaxed around him. And although the weather was hot enough as it is, he didn’t mind the warmth on his lap and from those curled against his sides.

OMAKE 1:

“So…”

“So?”

“What do you… you know, do with my fur?”

“You can check your pillows for that,”

“Eh-“

OMAKE 2:

Kuro watched as Mahiru finished tidying the place up, moving over to the kitchen to dispose of the fur-abused brush as well. Was there really a need for disposal though? He wasn’t entirely sure if it was for hygiene’s sake or what not, but well, Mahiru knows what he’s doing. The arctic fox shrugged and trudged upstairs to continue his game in peace. He passed by teen’s room, door open a crack and enough for him to catch a glimpse of a large drawer filled with nothing but a bunch of… brushes.

This one is for the post @lightdizzy made waaaay before- I really wanted to make something of this but I got sidetracked tooooo much (*_ _)人 .

//cough… u-uhm but anyways! This one is for @lightdizzy himself! Sort of like, a thank you for doing the incubus Kuro from back then too and hopefully to be like a cheer up kinda present as well!--- I know it isn’t like quality so I made both a short comic and a fanfic for it! Although I wasn’t so sure if I went about the fanfic right… which, by the way, is kinda different from how the comic is (I drew the comic first haha)… Might make a continuation of this sometime as well because writing it is so fun tbh! o(≧▽≦)o

Yossshhh~ With that said and done, I continue to support ya! Hehe… and thank you as well for inspiring me to work on my floof too! I hope you like it!

#servamp #kuro #sleepy ash #Mahiru shirota #lightdizzy #kemonomimi #FLOOF KURO Y'ALL---#reimei draws #my work #my art #my fic #INSPIRED!

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nuigurumi-sales · 6 years ago

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no96-blackmist · 6 years ago

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“Soon…” he grinned as the black substance kept spreading.

“…” He looked away,accepting it.

He laughed. The substance would cover the blue being soon.

And in comes the Dream Demon with ice powers, already in Ice Rage speeding towards them on his black wings.

“ASTRAL!”

His head turned searching for that voice! “K-kuro?”

The Number looked at the direction of the voice as well. “It’s too late. He’s mine”

“It’s never too late Black Mist! You will release him!”

“K..uro..h-…help.”he whispered.

“I will not let him go now when I’m almost done”

“oh I think you will let him go. You know you don’t stand a chance against my ice. You found this out before. Astral. Trust me. This might hurt you a bit… But it’ll get rid of Mist’s hold.”

The entire area was chilled and frosted over. Frost began creeping up on Mist.

“I don’t care if it hurts- just get me out of his hold!!” he pleaded. hoping.

“You wouldn’t dare. You would hurt Astral as well” It was obvious the demon wasn’t bluffing. He had to stand the cold. But he wasn’t sure if he could.

“I know the risks and I know how to heal him.” Kuro knew this would cost half of his own life, but for Astral’s sake…

It was worth it. He let the icy cold and frost encase Mist. It was definitely going to hurt… But he had faith.

Astral watched,mixed feeling seeing 96 get hurt…eh,he had it coming.

He tried to absorb Astral faster but the cold made the substance slower as well. He tried to stand the cold, hoping Kuro would give up first.

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kheprrison-arts · 7 years ago

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Existence of God (Part Two)

Summary: After waking from his coma, Platinum goes on a short journey to find his sister and of course meeting some old and new friends. A/N: I wasn’t going to end it where it ends now, but decided to do so because it started dragging on for so long. So there will be a third part after this, hopefully finished soon, either in the next few days or after Thanksgiving break. Who knows. I hope you enjoyed though :3

I kept my eyes on the sky. I always wondered why the sky in this region is constantly covered in dark clouds. Is it because of the volcanoes? They haven’t been active lately have they? I snorted lightly, of course they haven’t, I would’ve known by now if they did.

“It’s okay,” Selenite mumbled, lightly placing his hand on my arm, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I’m sure she won’t be too mad.”

“I’d like to hope,” I sighed, grabbing ahold of the door handle and opening it. The hinges let out a terrible screech while the wooden door slowly moved.

“Why this house?” Selenite asked, walking in after I held the door open for him. The floorboards creaked and groaned under his feet as he moved across them.

“Looks like the power went out,” I said, walking past Selenite. The creaking of the floorboards getting even worse from the weight of my leg. I frowned. “It looks like she isn’t here.”

“Maybe she gave us the wrong house?”

“I doubt she would.” I reached into my pocket and took my phone out, checking the messages. “Yeah, this is it.”

“Maybe she left?” Selenite asked, walking back to me.

“Let’s just leave,” I breathed out, “I’ll ask the guards if they’ve seen her.”

“Alright,” Selenite whispered, exiting the house quickly before me. I shut the door, the creaking of the door causing my ears to ring. “That… was creepy.”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart sinking slightly. I started to wonder if my sister was okay. She wasn’t shot was she? Did an oojack soldier get to her when I sent her here?

“Platinum,” Selenite said, touching my shoulder. “It’s okay, we’ll find her.”

“I hope,” I whispered, walking down the dirt path. The red gravel and dirt picking up whenever I placed my right foot down. I always hated this region for its staining dirt, I just hope we find Ravvan and get back home as soon as possible.

“Hey!” I shouted when I saw one of the guards walking by, my voice echoing down the street. He turned to me, an offended look on his face as he glared at me with his dark green eyes. “Platinum Uriborle. I’d like to know where my sister is if you’ve seen her.”

“Sorry, I don’t know you or her,” he shrugged, he had his hand resting on the hilt of his blade sheathed around his waist.

“You haven’t seen anyone by the name of Ravvan? Long dark hair, tall and thin, icy blue eyes?”

“No,” he frowned. I could feel the frustration radiating from him. “There’s a group I can take you to who might know. Is there any specific place she was in?”

“That house at the end of the street. She told me she was there.”

“I… That house hasn’t been used in years,” his brows furrowed. I started to hear my heartbeat in my ears. Has fear returned to me? “We can… let me take you to the others, see if they’ve seen your sister.”

I nodded, Selenite linking his arms with one of mine as we followed the guard down the road. The dark red sky haunting my vision, it looked like the gods themselves bleed here. Maybe that’s why this land seems so upset. Or at least looks that way.

I am no god of nature or whatever, but I can feel whenever part of a land is haunted.

“You don’t look from here, where you from?” The guard asked. I remembered when the lands were riddled with guards, but I believe all the soldiers we had retired after the war. I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Rak’our,” I answered simply. My home region of Rak’our… there are many things wrong with that region, riddled with monsters and whatnot but at least they’re not as bad as Krescent where the Uro-Kuro lives. I began to wonder if that region’s hunters found a way to repel that beast.

“That’s far from here, eh? What’s it like?”

“High mountains,” I responded, “I myself live on the highest mountain in the main city, Ark’dor. It’s known for a high population of small wyverns. They’re pesky beasts that get in the way. They’re like stray cats, give them a small tray of food and they’ll be at your doorstep everyday of your life.”

“Sounds fun,” the guard snorted sarcastically.

“Where are you from, Selenite?” I asked, truthfully wanting to know.

“I came from Aletar in the Krescent region,” he answered, looking up at me.

“How was it?” The guard asked. He must be native to this town we walked in.

I remember visiting Aletar when I was younger with my mom and sister. I wonder how it’s doing now so close to Krescent’s hunting grounds and in Uro-Kuro’s territory. Part of me knew it wasn’t fairing too well because of that. The Uro-Kuro really isn’t the only beast that lives there, in fact that region is very diverse in its species, I just know the Uro-Kuro is probably the most dangerous one. Unless they have a new crew of monsters I don’t know of yet.

“A small town,” I mumbled, getting a confirming hum from Selenite.

“Here we go,” the guard said, before I got to say anything he shouted for the group of guards in front of a large building. The building itself looked like some gathering hall of sorts, maybe something a group of hunters would meet in.

“Oh no,” I breathed, knowing exactly who he brought me too when I saw him.

“Oh… Hey, Platinum,” a Hunter spoke, his arms crossed. He was the same race as I, just the height of an oojack like the guard. His dark skin bringing out his fiery eyes and red armor and his fiery red hair tied in a ponytail.

“Hey, Tacci,” I bowed my head to him and his brother beside him who resembled him almost like a twin, although I’m aware he’s much older, probably by a few years. His brother was more silent than him yet his red hair was let down, straight, and reached past his shoulders. His armor wasn’t as heavy looking as his brother, it’s white and gold and seemed to resemble one of the light-weight weapons you can make from Uro-Kuro‘s hide, but who knows, he’s not as much as a hunter as Tacci is. In fact he looks like he belonged in the coastal regions but I wasn’t going to complain.

“What’re you looking for?” Tacci asked me, his lips turned in a frown when I explained our situation.

“I think she left a couple days ago,” Tacci’s brother said, his voice quiet.

“Where?” I asked, frowning.

“I’d assume back home, but she never really said. She’s as cryptic as all the gods are honestly. You’d have more luck asking our leaders here,” he nodded his head to behind him. “But who knows.”

“This is annoying,” I groaned lowly.

“Come on,” Tacci said, turning to walk up the steps with his brother and opening the large doors. Unlike a lot of the houses, nothing was wood. It seemed like some kind of marble or granite. The floors are unpolished and stained with the red dirt in the shape of bare footprints and bootprints of different shapes and sizes.

I ignored the unclean floors and focused on Tacci’s hair while he walked in front of me. I also focused on Selenite’s touch as he continued to keep his arm around mine.

Tacci’s brother, his name unbeknownst to me, pushed one of the big doors open, allowing us to enter a large and almost empty room. Of course this room is much more clean than the hallways, the floors made of polished dark granite and a long rug leading to a throne.

Even I don’t have a throne and I know that whoever the leader of this region is doesn’t need one.

“Welcome,” a woman spoke, her voice radiating the false sense of security. I felt chills run down my spine when I looked up at her. She sat in her granite throne, holding a long staff that could easily be used as a weapon. Her free hand moved to comb through her long black hair out of her face and pushed behind her ear as she stared down at Selenite and I with her crystal white eyes. She wore armor like a hunter but it was light enough to know she wouldn’t be hunting anything big soon. Or at all. “State your name, business, and rank.”

“Platinum Uriborle,” I responded, “God of The Mountains. I’m here to find my sister, Ravvan, and was brought here to see if you could help.”

“God of The Mountains…” she repeated. “Do you fool me, Platinum?”

“No. I am Platinum Uriborle, God of Thunder and Wind— thus the mountains.”

“I see… I’ve never met a god before,” she smiled, her white eyes boring into my own while she rested her chin on the back of her fist. “What’s it like?”

“We’re here for Ravvan—” Selenite’s ears flattened threateningly, “—not to get comfortable.”

“Of course. I’m Laliya Altmare,” she stood from her throne, holding her staff tightly beside her, “Leader of Ragnor.”

“You’re the only leader?” I asked, “What happened to the others?”

“They died in the war,” she frowned, staring at me sternly. “They didn’t obey the orders of our gods, so they paid their price.”

“Orders of your gods?”

“Platinum,” Selenite whispered, trying to get my attention. It sounded almost like a snap, but I ignored him because now I’m interested.

“Yes,” Laliya smiled, “we were very keen under the name of your kind, but only a few actually wanted us to serve them. They are the reason I’m as powerful as I am.”

A rumbling came from Selenite’s throat. “You didn’t ally with the gods…” he sneered.

“Then what did they do?” I asked him in a whisper.

“You killed them!” Selenite shouted, his voice breaking. “You killed the gods to receive your rank! You are no god, you’re a murderer!” I quickly unhooked my arm from his to hold him in a tight embrace. I didn’t need him getting hurt.

“Why must you assume?” She asked, portraying mock pain.

“Where’s Ravvan?” I asked.

“Gone. She left a few days ago to the Krescent region.”

“She better be safe,” Selenite snarled.

“How should I know,” Laliya shrugged, “She’s not in my territory anymore.”

“Thanks,” Selenite said flatly, glaring at Laliya with his pastel eyes. I loosened my grip and we both left the room. I wasn’t going to deal with Laliya and whatever she wanted, and I knew exactly that Selenite would’ve probably done a lot worse than what I could ever do.

“I might be able to call Alpha,” I said as we exited the the front entrance of the building, “see if he or Lance saw her. Or maybe Amair did… haven’t spoken to him in a while.”

“Alpha might still be upset,” Selenite said, “I know he was before he left for home when you fell in a coma.”

“Makes sense.”

“Lance might be forgiving,” Selenite said, “but getting him to answer his phone is a feat not worth attempting. So I’d say Amair or Maia might be the best options.”

“Oh there’s Dairien, too, he’s a guild leader so he might’ve saw her too.”

“True.”

“Maia might be busy. Amair is… he might be hunting. He’s one of the most active hunters. So Dairien might be the best option since he has almost nothing to do.”

“That’s… also true. We can try that. Does he have access to a teleporter?”

I stopped in my tracks, thinking and watching the gloomy sky. “Not sure. Maiatan might.”

“Hopefully,” he sighed and rested his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you, Dairien,” I spoke lowly while Dairien reached for the doorknob to the basement door.

“Of course, anything for a friend and member of the family.” Dairien chuckled, turning to Selenite, “I see you have a new friend.”

“Indeed,” I smiled, “Selenite.”

“Good evening,” Selenite bowed his head.

“Evening. No need for formalities. Now…” he paused, “what’s the problem?”

I watched his dull amber eyes as they watched the both of us, his arms crossed over his chest while he waited for one of us to answer.

“My sister disappeared,” I explained, “I sent her to Ragnor a few years back and I couldn’t find her when I had returned.”

“A shame. I’ll see if I can do anything about it.”

“Laliya said she came to Krescent,” Selenite spoke.

Dairien cocked his head to the side. “Laliya?”

“She’s Ragnor’s new leader. In fact, she’s the only leader left.”

“She is? What happened?”

“She killed the previous leaders—” Selenite cleared his throat, “—I’m assuming.”

Dairien hummed, the noise rumbling in the back of his throat. It sounded almost like a growl from a medium-sized wyvern in Ark’dor. He furrowed his brows and headed for the front door, he opened it and held it, nodding his head off towards the outside.

I nodded and walked out, the warm concrete making an annoying, ear-piercing, noise when my right leg stepped down. I frowned but went with it, I’d have to get used to this sooner or later. I can just ignore it. The feeling the the metal grinding against what’s left of my femur, I can ignore that. The feeling of the muscle contracting whenever I take a step or whenever I reach out my right arm… or whenever I stretch my fingers to grab or feel something…

Yeah. I can ignore that.

“I’m sure Aeregele or Karmen will do something about Laliya,” Dairien said, “Or maybe I can ask Alpha when he’s free to see if his dad will do anything about it.”

“His dad scares me,” I admitted quickly, watching Dairien while he stopped walking. Selenite close the door behind him.

“How come? He’s pretty cool,” Dairien chuckled. He started to walk down the light concrete path.

“Pretty cool, yeah,” I shrugged, Selenite and I following him, “but he’s big and burly and just… I don’t think he likes me.”

Dairien snorted, “I don’t think you’d have to worry about that. The most anger he’ll let out will probably be towards Laliya if he’s the one to deal with her. Actually I wouldn’t be surprised if he had to, Ragnor is part of his territory as well. At least I’m sure it is.”

“Yeah, if I know who you’re talking about, I’m pretty sure Crimson rules both Undin-Jayle and Ragnor, he just lives in Undin where his temple is,” Selenite stated, smiling when I glanced at him.

“He’s got a good memory,” Dairien chuckled.

“He has many great qualities,” I smiled, receiving a playful punch in the arm. “It’s true.”

“Cute,” Dairien shook his head. We walked up the steps to the gathering hall where Dairien’s post is. His job is usually qualifying hunters to go hunting, normally if they have enough coin or even a stamped pass with them. If they have neither, they either have to negotiate or earn the money another way.

“Amair,” Dairien called out to one of the hunters sitting down. Amair lifted his head from the table tiredly. He was stripped from his armor I knew he usually wore during hunting. He waved weakly when we walked over and sat with him. “What’s up?” Dairien’s eyes narrowed, he held out a hand to him but didn’t touch him.

“I’m fine. Just exhausted,” Amair muttered, “I came across Uro-Kuro during my hunt and had to abandon it. I’m glad I spotted him when I did else I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re here now,” I said, “and that’s all that matters.” Selenite nodded.

Amair hummed and sat up, bending back to stretch his back. He still wore his skin-tight bodysuit the hunters usually wore under their armor, it was padded with bulletproof padding throughout the whole suit and I knew (having worn these at some point when I was younger) that the suit was also cold resistant… although not heat resistant. Unless that was something they fixed.

I knew the tired bags under his eyes were there despite the darker markings on his skin that should’ve hid them. I wondered where he originated from that have him these markings, but I didn’t dwell too much on it.

He sighed and grabbed his dark and messy hair, combing his fingers through it and parting it to the other side of his head. “So what’re you doing here, Platinum?” He asked me, looking down and moving his hand to place it over Dairien’s. I’m glad they figured out their relationship.

“I’m here to find my sister, Ravvan,” I answered, “I was told she came to Krescent.”

“Oh! Yes! I saw her!”

“You did?” My heart skipped a beat. Have we finally found Ravvan? Is she okay? Is she safe? “Where?”

“I saw her on my hunt, I helped her head black to town and away from Uro-Kuro. I think she went to the hospital though because she might’ve… broke a leg… literally. She broke her leg.”

I didn’t wait any longer before I stood and ran out of the gathering hall, my ears ringing from the clanking of my foot against the pavement. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and feel the blood pumping in my veins.

I busted through the front doors of the hospital, getting a few glares from a few staff and visitors. I didn’t care because my breath stopped when I saw Ravvan sitting in the waiting room. I immediately joked over to her, lightly shouting her name. With a clank I fell to my knees and embraced her, resting my head in her lap with my arms around her waist.

“Platinum! You’re safe!” She laughed, having jumped slightly when I fell to my knees, and hugged me back.

“Ravvan. Oh my gods, Ravvan. I was so worried for you,” I said, lifting my head and looking up at her. I quickly stood and sat on the armrest of the couch, she turned herself in the seat to face me and I moved my hands to cup her face after brushing some of her hair out of the way.

“Platinum…” she said, her lips pulling down into a frown. “What happened?” She raised a hand to touch the right side of my face. I blinked and let my arms drop.

“I… when I left the house one of the soldiers shot me.”

“That’s what that was?”

“Yes. He shot me in the eye and ran for it. I lost him and… well later it turned out he was part of an experiment and ended up becoming some… filthy beast,” I growled out, the memory of that soldier haunting me. “Because of him I’m like this.”

“Because of you… you’re like this,” she spoke sternly. “You’re the one who let him know.”

“You know I’m impaired. I can’t sense people as well as you. I didn’t know where he went.”

“I see,” she frowned.

“I’m… glad you’re safe, Ravvan.”

She smiled and hugged me, whispering, “I’m glad you’re safe too.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ravvan,” Selenite spoke as he helped my sister sit down and put her leg up on a rest as to not stress it.

“I’m glad I could meet you as well, Selenite,” Ravvan smiled, “I never thought I’d make it to see the person my brother fell for.”

I grunted when Ravvan smiled at me. “You’re safe now. That’s what’s important.” She nodded in agreement, watching me with her icy blue eyes.

“I’m glad everyone’s okay now after that war,” Amair hummed, “especially after so much had been damaged from it. A big piece of our own race was extinguished and even the oojack lost a big chunk of theirs as well. So many towns and cities destroyed.”

“How come this region didn’t seem like it was effected?” Selenite asked, sitting down on the sofa across Ravvan with his hands on his lap. Dairien, Amair, and I all stayed standing.

“Krescent is… I Believe a war-free zone?” Dairien said, raising his voice slightly at the end.

“Yes,” Amair nodded, taking a seat next to Selenite. He still looked pretty exhausted. “Krescent and Ragnor are both war-free. Neither region has gone through war and the leaders plan on staying like that. But with the news of Laliya taking over in Ragnor, I feel like they won’t stay like that for very long.”

“Fun,” Ravvan frowned, “I’m glad I got out of there when I did, else Laliya would’ve killed me. I’m lucky she didn’t.”

“What did she do to you?” I asked, turning to her. If Laliya did do something to her I’d come over there myself and rip her head off.

“She didn’t do anything. But she has some kind of dragon. I don’t know what it was, though, as soon as I heard its roar I ran off.”

“I’m glad you did,” Dairien said, I nodded in agreement. If anything happened to my sister I… I wouldn’t want to know what I’d do. “Dragons aren’t creatures you want to mess with.”

“I think I want to go there,” Amair said, “I’m sure Maia wouldn’t mind either. I wanna see what beast she managed to tame and why it’s so dangerous. I’ve been getting news from fellow hunters that there’s some black dragon flying around attacking people there.”

“Have you?” I asked, turning to Amair, “when? Where?”

He shrugged. “Hunting for supplies and foods. Just the usual when I’m over there.”

“Is your leg okay to walk?” I asked, setting Ravvan down. She stood on her bad leg, her arms still on mine as she tested it out.

“I think so,” she blinked. “I don’t know how fast I can recover but I think I’m good now.”

“Good, let’s go. Stay beside me, I don’t want you hurt,” I frowned and started walking.

“Smells worse than usual here,” Dairien scrunched his nose after sniffing the air. “How recent had these volcanoes went off?”

Amair shrugged, “I don’t remember them going off. I think they might sooner or later though. Let’s just hope not anytime soon.”

“Agreed,” Maiatan spoke. She started ahead of us, having turned away to walk in the direction she felt was right. She always went with her gut. I guess that’s something she got from her father. Her boots clicked against the red gravel of Ragnor and her white armor shined against the darkened skies. Her pink hair shining like it held a nebula in it. Quite an odd yet beautiful sight. “I’m sure Crimson won’t mind us doing his job for him.”

“Technically you’re above him,” I said, getting a sideways look from her.

“How so?” She asked, adjusting the strap across her chest that held her battleaxe in place on her back. She held a small smirk on her face. She knew exactly why, she just wanted to hear it from someone.

“You were chosen specifically by The Elder for your status, meanwhile Crimson got it from genetics,” I said. The look on her face told me that… wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. “I don’t know what you want from me, Maia.” Maiatan smiled slightly again, briefly turning her head to me to look at me before looking back toward.

“Is this the house?” Amair asked, having stopped walking.

“Yeah,” I said and turned to Ravvan.

“I lived here for a couple days after being threatened by Laliya,” Ravvan explained, “I was hiding here hoping she wouldn’t find me, but had to leave because I just didn’t feel safe.”

I didn’t say anything, I just started walking again. I don’t think I could say anything. I just hope Ravvan understood how I felt. That I was sorry for what I did.

Part of me was angry at myself for doing this to her, for putting her in danger. She almost died because of me. But the other part of me that still exists, from before the war, before I met Selenite, that tells me I shouldn’t care. Death is just another mortal problem that isn’t necessary to dwell on.

But I can’t think like that. She’s my sister and I love her. I can’t leave her like this. I can’t do something like that. What sick monster would just shrug it off if his sister, the only part of his family left, just… died?

“Are you okay, Platinum?” Selenite whispered to me, having caught up and stopped me in my tracks.

“No. But I can’t dwell on the past,” I answered, “we need to take care of this… whatever is going on. I don’t need this world falling apart again.”

“Makes sense,” Amair huffed and ran on, making his way quickly to the center of town. Maiatan quickly followed, her boots clanking on the gravel.

“Again?” Selenite asked. Dairien and Ravvan standing beside us. I knew Dairien wasn’t a fighter, so I’m not surprised he would stay behind. Same with my sister.

“It’s a family thing,” I said, “I’m glad it just wasn’t passed down to me,” and walked away.

I found Amair and Maiatan crouched by the centerpiece of the town, sort of like Rak’our’s with the fountain. Although there was no water. It must’ve dried up a long time ago.

Amair has his head leaning back, he seemed out of breath, his chest rising and lifting, while he held his gun. I was wondering what he was planning when we left because he normally has a big hunk of a gun back home. He must’ve thought it would be better to bring something small this time.

Maiatan on the other hand was staring at me, or at least through me, with her glaring purple eyes. I froze when I saw a large, dark figure move behind the dried fountain.

I think we found it, Maiatan’s voice rung in my head, it doesn’t seem to big. But from what Ravvan had told us, I feel we might need to be more cautious.

I’ll warn the others.

They already know. I told Selenite, and I trust that he sends the message. And I trust that Dairien sensed this beast. She explained, will you be joining us, Platinum Uriborle?

I haven’t fought in over five years. And even then my last fight, with that creature, wasn’t entirely the best. I’m still pondering over that, how that thing got me so quickly. Yes, I nodded and shook my right hand, causing sparks to flare from my fingers. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the heat of my magic running through my veins.

Maiatan nodded towards Amair who stood and faced the centerpiece, his gun at the ready. He huffed and glanced at me with his orange eyes. Maia also stood and grabbed her battle axe from her back, swinging it low and hitting the centerpiece fountain with a great bang.

The noise resonated throughout the whole fountain, seemingly made of some metal with its structure being hollow. The bang disturbed the dragon on the other side, a low grunt coming from it.

I frowned when it stood, it’s long neck raising above the centerpiece, head turning towards us and staring at us with its bloody red eyes. I noticed how it’s mouth hung open, almost like it’s jaw had been broken or rotted off.

Is this thing dead?

It walked— or more like limped— around the fountain. I was familiar with its breed, seemingly a Firal with its strong back legs and smaller, weaker, front legs, along with the long thick tail to balance out the weight between the body and the neck. And it’s large wingspan as it unfolded them, showing off the deep red coloring in the shredded leather. With the sky so dark it almost seemed to be pitch black, but how it’s scales almost radiated a small bit of color I knew that it’s skin and armor had rotted and turned a sickly green. A large gash in its chest showed it’s muscle and ribs while one of its arms had been peeled off almost. It’s throat wore a similar gash as it’s chest, the flame sac in that region leaking a colorful liquid that I knew if I or Amair shot it it would combust into fire.

I just hoped Amair noticed it as well as it can be taken advantage of on both sides.

#My fic #my ocs #Platinum Uriborle #Selenite Uriborle #Laliya Altmare #Dairien Fallan #Maiatan Fallan #Amair #Ravvan Uriborle #Existence of God

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yukatan-fallan · 8 years ago

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Doodles some dragons for my school's art show this week's Friday. These are made completely of ballpoint pen since I can't stand drawing in pencil anymore. The first is the Reanimated Devil. He's a species of dragon in my story known as Red Devils that originated in a lone continent where Misty was born. Reanimated was the leader, was the father-figure of all the others of his breed. He had died but his people had brought him back in hopes the king will rule over them forever-- until the end of time. The second is just a random dragon doodle I had previously done in two whiteboards. The third is Uro-Kuro, or Golden King. He's part of a rare breed of dragon called "Blade Wyverns." He's completely white aside from his deep red eyes and his golden horns. There's not one horn that isn't golden in color. He's known to harass villages and cities in the Kreszent region but his intentions are completely unknown. The fourth is the Ice Queen. She's supposedly the mate of Uro-Kuro and is the only female Blade Wyvern known to exist. She doesn't attack as many villages and cities as Uro-Kuro does, in fact she's quite passive unless provoked. She's a deep blue and her horns and plates are said to be made of unbreakable, never-melting ice.

#my dragon ocs #my ocs #my ocs are my children #my ocs are my babies #ice dragon #golden dragon #gore #dragon gore #undead dragon #ballpoint pen doodles

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mefukimeme-gonebithc · 8 years ago

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things im admitting to:

-every time i run into another kuro fan i go [[BASSBOOSTED]] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO on impulse. not my proudest moments

-i cried over kuro kiryu multiple. multiple times. beneath this happy icon is a sad sad man

-i have draw NS/FW pictures several times but im legally unable to share them because age + I DONT WANT PEOPLE SEEING THEM ANYWAYS.

-i have said kinky things towards k/uro and i/ssei and i also have an f-li/st (that im not sharing unless u ask)

#raai.txt #im very tired

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stcrsblcd-a · 7 years ago

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@kerberoslost || KURO || STARTER CALL

Kuro was breaking protocol. He was breaking every rule that The Witch had set out for him and every troop in Zarkon’s command, but for once in a LONG time, he paid no heed. With a faint mechanical purr Shiro’s cell door opened, and Kuro stepped inside before the sentries could spot him. It took little time to adjust to the darkly lit room, yellow eyes G L O W I N G in the light as they settled on his copy’s hunched form.

Even now, after DOBOSHES of knowing that another him had been found through a R I P in dimensions, to see his own face staring back at him was . . . DIFFICULT to come to terms with.

( this one wasn’t like him. he DIFFERENT somehow. BETTER. PURER. — more akin to what he remembered himself to be, so long ago. )

Lips parted to speak, but Kuro’s words caught in his throat as the WEIGHT of his insubordination hit him. ( he shouldn’t be in the prison cells. Much less —— ) To his knees he crouched, only sparing a single GLANCE over his shoulder before sliding to Shiro what small pieces of SUSTENANCE he had managed to steal from the soldier’s quarters. “Here. It’s — edible.” he said, a quick gesture towards the ‘food’. “. . .Somewhat. Somewhat edible.”

#kerberoslost #ic. || (ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴇᴇʟ.)#ᴠ. twisted fate. || (ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜɴs ʀᴇᴅ.)#closed. || (ᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀ.)#. . . what do you mean i indulged myself by writing kuro #what do you mean he's not as evil as he looks dunno what you're talking about #no c l u e #but tbh hmu if you'd rather smthn different #;3 it's not a problem

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casper-has-a-cat · 7 years ago

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WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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The moment Kenma opened the door, hunched over slightly with both hands gripping the straps of his backpack like normal, Kuroo knew without any doubt that something was wrong. He didn’t know how; at that point there were hardly any signs that he was actively conscious of, but he seemed to have a sort of sixth sense about certain things. Those things being, mainly, Kenma, and sometimes volleyball.

“Hey, Kitten,” he said, leaning against the doorway, eyebrows raised and one hand on his hip. “You sick?”

Kenma, who had been ready to sneak past Kuroo and leave, stopped, and briefly met Kuroo’s eyes before shifting downward again. He shrugged.

“How about skipping school today, hm? Do you have any tests or anything today? Are your parents home?”

Kenma shook his head, answering both questions at once, and kicked at the ground with the toe of his shoe.

“Wonderful,” Kuroo smiled. “Take your shoes off and let me in then, yeah?”

Now Kenma looked up and held Kuroo’s gaze. “You can’t.”

“Why not?” Kuroo asked in a teasing tone. “If you get to skip, I’m sure as hell going to, too.”

“What about practice?”

Kuroo huffed. “I could use a day’s break from volleyball, and the team can manage without me just fine. Kai and Yaku can take care of things.”

Kenma gave him an expressionless stare and started taking his shoes off, but still made no move to let Kuroo in.

“You never want a break from volleyball. You love volleyball.”

Kuroo scrunched his nose. “You’re right. But I love you more. Best case scenario is playing volleyball with you, but between the two, I choose being with you over playing ball every time.”

Kenma sighs, but steps aside, finally. Kuroo wonders if Kenma knows that he said every one of those words with complete honestly. He’s said them to Kenma before, those three important ones: I love you. But they always come out sounding far too casual to feel like a real confession of love. In fact, he’s said them so many times by now that they hardly feel as special as they should.

“Kuro?”

Kuroo realized then that he was still standing in the doorway, and straightened, cupping a hand around the back of his neck sheepishly. “Right,” he laughed, stepping inside. “Sorry, you left me standing there for so long I guess I got too comfortable.”

Kenma rolled his eyes and curled up on the couch with his handheld game way too close to his face.

“Hey, Kenma, before you get too into your game, you gotta tell me what’s going on with you exactly. Do you feel physically sick, or…?” He left the question open ended, knowing that Kenma was just as prone to psychological ailments as physical ones.

Kenma shrugged.

“Come on, Kitten, talk to me. Otherwise I can’t help,” Kuroo walked over to the couch and looked over the back of it at his friend. “What hurts?”

He held his breath for a moment. If Kenma were to say “nothing,” he’d know that it’s a psychological struggle. He’d know that by nothing Kenma means everything. And he knew that at that point there would be nothing he could really do to help besides just be there. That’s the kind of sickness that is hardest on both of them, so if his fingers crossed in a wish for anything but that, who could blame him?

So when Kenma murmured, “stomach,” Kuroo was temporarily relieved. Then Kenma hiccuped, curling further in on himself, and he wondered if such relief was unwarranted after all.

“You think you’re going to… you know?”

After a beat, Kenma nodded ever so slightly.

“Shit,” Kuroo muttered. “Let’s get you to the toilet, then.”

Kenma stood on shaky legs, but as he lifted a hand to his mouth after taking a few unsteady steps, Kuroo cursed again and simply swept the smaller boy up in his arms. He speed walked to the bathroom and set Kenma down in front of the toilet just in time for him to retch violently over it, spit dripping from his lips. Kenma whimpered in pain, and Kuroo placed a hand on his back.

“You’re okay, Kitten, just breathe.”

An uncannily loud belch rolled out of the small boy and his entire body shuddered before a powerful stream of vomit flowed from his mouth and nose, splashing audibly into the water. Kuroo winced, but rubbed steady circles into Kenma’s back, hoping that would help ground him somewhat.

When he was able, Kenma gasped and coughed, but was soon cut off by a gag that had him spewing another long stream of puke. This was immediately followed by another heave. Kenma sputtered for a moment on a thinner stream of sick, but promptly burped out another thick one.

“Fuck,” Kuroo whispered, finding it hard to believe that such a small person had contained so much in his stomach. He brushed Kenma’s hair back and tried to soothe him as the sick boy hiccuped miserably.

“Do you feel any better?” Kuroo asked when Kenma seemed to have calmed his stomach. Kenma shook his head, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

“Feel so sick,” he moaned, hands wrapping around his stomach.

Kuroo hummed in agreement. “Do you think you’re going to be sick again?”

Kenma nodded.

“Okay, Kitten,” Kuroo said quietly. His hands moved from where they’d been brushing through Kenma’s hair to cover his small hands, which were desperately kneading his stomach. They stilled, and Kuroo pried them away, immediately using his own hands instead to massage Kenma’s belly.

“Is this alright?”

Kenma nodded, relaxing back into Kuroo’s arms.

“You tired?”

Kenma nodded again.

“Sleep, then,” Kuroo whispered, and as Kenma’s breathing slowed and evened out, he dared to hope that maybe his friend had fallen into dreamland. However, as soon as he had the thought, Kenma lurched forward. A strangled noise was the only other warning he had before Kenma was throwing up again, too weak at this point to even make it to the toilet. Instead he’d cupped his hands around his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent making a mess. Now Kenma’s hands and shirt were covered in the hot, foul-smelling liquid. The sight and feel of it seemed to get to him, causing him to immediately retch three more times before a small amount of stomach bile dribbled down his chin.

For a moment, Kuroo didn’t know what to do. Then Kenma let out a distressed noise that was so intensely heart-wrenching that it made Kuroo want to cry. Instead of crying he sprang into action, carefully lifting Kenma’s soiled shirt off of him without making more of a mess and throwing it in the trash, using toilet paper to wipe off Kenma’s hands and face, wiping up the relatively small quantity of vomit that had got on the floor, all the while murmuring reassurances to Kenma. “It’s okay.” “It’s alright.” “Don’t worry, Kitten, you’ll be fine.” “Just breathe, and rest, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Kuro,” Kenma rasped eventually, just as Kuroo was starting to finish up.

“Hm?” Kuroo sat back down next to the sick boy and coaxed his head into his lap. His hands sifted through Kenma’s hair, falling into a slow rhythm.

“Did you mean it?” Kenma closed his eyes as he asked the question.

“Did I mean what?” Kuroo’s hands slowed gradually to a stop.

“When you said that you love me more than volleyball.”

For a long while, Kuroo was silent. Kenma was more or less still, but his chest rose and fell at an increasing rate the longer the silence dragged on. Then:

“Yeah,” Kuroo whispered. “I love you more than the world.”

Both of Kenma’s eyes went wide.

“You mean…”

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Kitten. I’m sorry,” he rambled. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you, it’s ju-“

“Me too,” Kenma muttered, cheeks going a faint shade of pink.

“What?” Kuroo could hardly believe his ears.

“I love you, too, Kuro,” Kenma confirmed, eyes drifting shut.

“Kenma, you- really? But I thought-“ Kenma let out a small snore and Kuroo cut himself off, looking down at his sleeping friend in disbelief. He shook his head.

“How can you possibly sleep after a confession like that?” He sighed, and leaned his head back against the wall.

Kenma made a small noise and Kuroo’s ears perked up.

“-anks, ‘uro,” Kenma muttered. Kuroo couldn’t tell if he was sleep talking or half-awake, but it didn’t really matter.

“Of course, Kitten,” Kuroo said. “Any time.”

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#tw vomit #my writing #old writing #sick kenma #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu!!

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