#Yata's like wait what

[truearchangel]

Okay, I’m at a computer again finally. I want to update and organize my rules before I do anything. It’s been a while since they’ve been changed and I really feel like I need to adjust them for my own comfort. Also, just a reminder @thylightbringer is my main Lucifer and one of my best friends. Things that reference a Lucifer in threads relate to them. We’re both silly little beans and you should definitely follow them if you don’t already. I adore B with everything I got.

Some other cool beans you should definitely follow:

@alteregozowie @radioiaci @diistortion @adflictus @solmxri @arachn0philia @gamblins @paymons @hotlhost @chasingrainbcws

They’re rather incredible writers who put great spirit and love into their muses. I haven't had the pleasure of interacting with all of them yet but I certainly watch them from afar, admiring the way that they write their muses. All of us put such depth thought love and passion into our muses and a lot of the time we don't feel like it gets seen read or cared about but that is certainly not the case. Though we might forget to leave a like or feel awkward giving a comment on something we're not a part of, everyone has carved out a wonderful spot for themselves in this silly little space.

Zowie, TJ and Luke are beautiful artists who put passion into making their muses come to life. Luke especially has poured time and effort into helping me bring Mike into reality on the wonderful art he has made for me. All three of them draw their own icons for their muses to breathe even more passion into the things they're making. The time, effort and love that has to take is beyond my small brains comprehension.

Gold I noticed draws too, I saw their wonderful art of Angel at Halloween in that kinky latex outfit which you can see on their artblog @golddraws and they are very much talented as well. I adore the way they play Angel and the absolutely amazing and hilarious Gingerbread fight that they engaged with me in. I still can't believe how long they kept that up with me without getting annoyed.

Autumn and Rory are two people I haven't gotten the chance to engage with yet but that I have carefully watched on the blog since sticking them in my pocket. Rory is very passionate about Paymon and the hcs, meta, various posts that they have made about them are absolutely brilliant to consume up. I absolutely love watching them engage with others. Autumn writes two other muses and the new bird along with Husk really are people Mike is going to scoop up and steal. Their blog aesthetics are so pretty and I adore Husk! He feels very on character from the posts I read from them. Especially with Angel, I read a lot of the Angel threads.

Charlie @chasingrainbcws is very aware of how I feel about them. Though it's been a while since we're written together (I need to throw some memes at you) they very much capture the feeling of Charlie herself from the show. I've only written with their Charlie and Emily (briefly her) but each interaction I got to do with the Princess of Hell very much felt like I could hear her voice or see her actually doing what she was in the show. I could clearly visualize our thread and I loved that. They are an amazing writer who really captures their muse well and I can't wait for the things we might get to do in the future. Either with Charlie or the other wonderful muses they write!

May @hotlhost is my newest friend who I've engaged with briefly but I loved and laughed so hard at the things we've done already. Charlie is absolutely brilliant and adorable and the interactions I've seen of them feel so spot on. Mike already very much wants to scoop his niece up and tuck her away somewhere where things won't get to her. I can't wait to see where their relationship develops when we get a real thread going!

Yata and Tordo are my friends and I will kill for them. @adflictus @solmxri are my chaotic partners in crime along with Bianca @thylightbringer. They've put up with me, listened to me ramble / cry / scream / have a breakdown more times than I can count. They've handled my for so long it should deserve some sort of metal of honor. They're all beautiful writers who have put so much time and effort into their muses (especially Tordo whose been around maybe even longer than me and created the Gabriel Yata writes), and the depth that all takes is remarkable. They all breathe such life into their muses and world and I love them. They will forever be a part of anything I create.

[le-monchou]

what once was, now is || k project

anna struggles to fill mikoto's shoes. yata and kusanagi attempt to help out. || word count: 251 words || hello gays and guys and others, im back in this hole after 8 years, i hope you like my writing. find my cringy mikoto suoh fic titled tasukete ageru on quotev and tell me it sucks lmao i wrote that in 2019 and then rewrote it in 2021.

the city outside is too vibrant for anna's tastes, but the bar inside is far too quiet for her. not right now, when mikoto's loss is still fresh and bleeding, despite the crown firmly affixed on her head. and maybe this is how mikoto felt when he was eighteen and unsure, and despite having izumo and tatara, he stood alone.

anna doesn't like the feeling of being alone. the sound of footsteps behind her makes her turn around to find yata waiting patiently, and for once, his voice is quiet. gentle, like she was seven and terrified of everyone who wasn't red like they were. "dinner time, anna."

she knows what she has to do, but her feet refuse to move, firmly affixed to the cement of the terrace, and somehow far below her, a car honks. the world continues on without the people who were her whole world. "i can't move." she whispers. "the red is too strong."

"and we're here. we'll help keep you safe." misaki responds, and somehow, anna's heart breaks further, because how have they been dealing with their youngest succeeding mikoto? how could she have been so selfish? "and you can take your time, anna. mikoto-san's right there behind you, and we're behind the both of you."

through tears resting heavily on her lashes, anna sees misaki's red shine bright for the frst time in a long time, and she sniffles as her feet finally move, and suddenly, the bar doesn't seem far too quiet anymore.

massive thanks to @kresurrectionfest for organising something like this!! im rewriting all my drafts to keep this fandom going little by little haha

[itsuki-minamy]

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 12: OPEN A PATH FOR HIM

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The hand that was about to open the door suddenly stopped. A voice was heard from the HOMRA Bar and he remembered something.

The reason why Misaki Yata quickly walked away from the door was not because he was scared. It was just awkward that Reisi Munakata was the one who killed Suoh Mikoto. Although he mentally understood that this was a hopeless outcome, Yata was a man of emotions.

Thinking that if they met face to face he would say something unwanted, he hid behind the store.

The door opened and, sure enough, Munakata came out. Instead of his usual blue clothes, he was wearing a coat and casual clothes.

(What does the "Blue King" want in my house?)

The moment such a question appeared in Yata's mind, Munakata spoke.

"Yata Misaki-kun from "Homura"."

He stiffened and cringed. Yata came out from behind the store, toying with the idea that he didn't like him because he knew everything from the beginning.

"Yes, what do you want?"

"I know you were friends with Fushimi-kun before he joined "Homura"."

Yata's eyes widened at the sudden words.

He didn't want anyone to talk about Fushimi.

Especially now. He had no idea what he was thinking. Yata expressed his frustration.

"He's not my friend. He betrayed Mikoto-san and me and ended up wearing blue clothes...!"

"Maybe he has to share my fate in death. I'm sorry if that happens. I would like to apologize first."

Yata's thoughts stopped when he was interrupted by the flowing words.

"What... what do you mean? Didn't he betray you and leave the blues?! And now... this time, he changed to the green...!"

"These were my instructions."

Munakata said that as if it were nothing.

"Before the Christmas operation, I gave instructions to Fushimi-kun. In case the operation failed due to the intervention of some unknown factor and the ''Slate'' was stolen, he should use all possible means to infiltrate the heart from ''Jungle''. He had changed clans once in the past, so he was the right person for the job."

"Hmm..."

His thoughts, which had stopped, began to move clumsily like rusty gears.

Fushimi did not betray him. The reason why he pretended like this was to infiltrate "Jungle" without suspicion and secretly help "Scepter 4" in their mission.

After thinking up to that point, Yata finally found a possibility.

"Isn't that dangerous?! If they find out, the Greens might kill him, right?"

"I agree."

Yata was speechless when Munakata said that so easily.

"I sent Fushimi-kun on a mission with no guarantee that he would return alive. This was a job that could only be left in his hands. Of course, he understood everything and agreed."

"How could you order your clansman to do something like that?!"

Munakata looked over his shoulder at Yata. Yata couldn't help but feel pressured by the cold look in his eyes.

"Why? Because we can't let "Jungle" do what it wants. "Scepter 4" is a clan of order. We can't just let the world fall into chaos. And Fushimi-kun is a member of "Scepter 4"."

Yata remained silent and stared at Munakata.

He enjoys freedom to the fullest with like-minded friends. This way of life suited Yata and he was willing to risk his life for it. He was already willing to sacrifice himself for that.

Maybe that's the case for him too.

He sacrificed himself for the ideals held by his "King". In his case, it may have been "order". Maybe he didn't betray anyone from the beginning. Just because he was faithful to his way of life.

Suddenly, Munakata asked as if he had an idea.

"There is a way for Fushimi-kun to survive. He must betray me and really join "Jungle". Do you think he will do that? As a former friend, you probably know him very well, Yata Misaki-kun."

Yata didn't have an answer for that.

But Munakata didn't seem to want to wait for an answer. He turned his back on Yata again and began walking slowly. The last words he murmured echoed in Yata's ears like a prophecy.

"Whether the door opens or not... then you will know the answer he gave."

And Yata saw it.

The target point, the Yomito intersection protected by "Jungle". The asphalt split open, exposing the helpless figure.

"...Saruhiko."

As Yata watched from the bow of the airship, he bit his lip hard as he murmured the name of his former friend.

+++++++++++

"Homura" was flying in the sky.

In the midst of the chaos that suddenly began to occur frequently, the "Black Dog" appeared and guided them aboard the "Schattenreich" owned by the Silver Clan. The destination was the current location of the "Jungle" headquarters, the "Slate".

Nobody was afraid. Everyone knew that the time for a decisive battle would eventually come. Under the guidance of the "Silver King", Anna and the others boarded the airship and planned to enter all at once.

Currently, on the bridge of the "Shattenreich", the two clans meet face to face and have a final meeting.

"Beneath the place where the "Pillar of Light" was located, there is a water storage facility that was abandoned during construction. It seems that "Jungle" used it as a hiding place."

Kusanagi said to everyone on the lavishly decorated bridge. He taped a map of the "Jungle's" hideout's water storage facilities to a makeshift "strategy board" made by simply hanging cork boards in random locations. The enemy's expected military strength was written on the transverse diagram, which seemed to be divided vertically, and their own military strength was also assigned accordingly.

However, the only thing written there are the names of the members of "Homura". "Hakumaito" was in a situation where it could not be used as a response force.

"The "Slate" has been taken to the lowest floor of this facility. We will go there."

Kusanagi nodded at Shiro's words.

"We will act as support. We must ensure that Shiro-san and the others reach the lowest level. Do you understand, everyone? This is where you must put your guts."

"Yes!"

Although that strategy could have been considered unfair, no one objected to that. That's because everyone was informed beforehand that only "Hakumaito" and, more specifically, the "Silver King" could carry out that strategy.

Anna handed them the marbles one by one. Communication during the operation was planned to take place through Anna's supernatural network. The power of "Homura", who operates with desperate determination and perfect coordination, will far surpass "Jungle", who has superior numbers.

Among them, Yata was alone, silent and with his head bowed.

Anna approached him. She handed a shiny marble to the sinking Yata.

"Misaki, use this too."

Yata suddenly looked up as if he had realized that and forced a smile.

"Oh... leave it to me. I'm in charge of level nine, right?!"

Kusanagi suddenly let out a wry smile as Yata looked at the map and raised his voice.

"Yata-chan. That's ok?"

Yata was visibly shocked by those words.

"K-Kusanagi-san? What do you mean?"

"Go with Fushimi. You can take your position later."

Yata lost his voice and looked at everyone present.

It is clear that it was Munakata's instructions that Fushimi pretend to betray him, that it was none other than Fushimi who opened the door, and that he was in "Jungle's" hideout and was probably considered a traitor, as already explained. No one knows what condition Fushimi is in. Whether he was able to escape safely, was killed, or was on his way, it was clear to everyone that Yata wanted to help him immediately.

When his partner is in trouble, he runs to her side before anyone else. Because Misaki Yata is that kind of man.

"B-but, if I don't arrive on time..."

Anna's voice encouraged Yata as he tried to slouch again.

"It's okay. I believe in you, Misaki."

She was smiling silently. Unwavering confidence is reflected in her eyes.

Yata tightly gripped the marble she handed him.

At this moment, the aircraft's instruments began to emit a sharp warning sound.

"Sudden altitude drop! We're diving!"

"Everyone grab hold of somewhere!"

A violent tremor hit the airship. Kusanagi held Anna in his arms and the others also began to take defensive postures.

Amidst the commotion, there was no hesitation in Yata's eyes as he looked forward.

+++++++++++

Munakata took a deep breath and readied his saber.

The fog is thick. The entire intersection was submerged in gray, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead. Every time he slowly moves his feet, the mist clings to Munakata. This mist is Iwafune's eyes and fingers. No matter what happens, his body is in the other person's hands.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of gunshots.

The difference between the impact of light and bullet is less than a tenth of a second. Munakata responded admirably to a situation that exceeded the limits of human reaction. He moved his neck with minimal movements to avoid the bullet aimed at his forehead. At the same time, he pointed the tip of his saber in the direction of the shot and began running immediately.

"Oops..."

A playful voice sounded and Iwafune's body, which was barely visible through the fog, swayed again. The tip of Munakata's sword simply pierced the fog.

He's been playing that cat and mouse game over and over for a while now.

But that certainly had meaning.

Iwafune must use his ability to distort space, the fog, to dedicate himself completely to Munakata. Although there may seem to be some room for maneuver, it is still a battle between "kings." If they try to devote even the smallest amount of their energy to something else, they might suddenly collapse.

In other words, the current Iwafune did not have the strength to thwart "Homura" and "Hakumaito".

Ironically, as Iwafune said before, Munakata is supposed to play the decoy role.

Suddenly, Munakata laughed softly.

If so, he is fine. The priority above all is to recover the "Slate" and restore order to the world. If that's the case, it doesn't really matter who takes the spear first...

The problem is that Munakata's "Sword of Damocles" is approaching his limits.

If it weren't for the thick fog obscuring his vision, he would have seen two swords there. A gray sword that glimmers and a blue sword that slowly begins to crumble.

When it falls, destruction will come upon them.

Suddenly, he heard Iwafune's voice from an unexpected direction.

"Won't you help him, Zenjo?"

Iwafune called out to him calmly as he loaded his revolver. Zenjo stood behind him, hand on the hilt of his saber, and did not change his stance as a spectator.

"That's not my job."

At Zenjo's response, Iwafune jokingly said...

"Haha. Does that mean your job is to kill the king who loses control like Habari?"

Shrouded in mist, Zenjo's facial expressions could not be seen. Even if he could have seen, Munakata would not have wanted to look. Taking advantage of the momentary gap, Munakata approached Iwafune.

"You can't allow distractions!"

The saber split the mist and approached Iwafune. Iwafune's relaxed smile never fades, and that image never disappears. Iwafune avoided the cut with dance steps and then hit Munakata in the side of the head with the butt of his revolver.

Red blood danced in the gray mist.

Munakata is not afraid. Taking another step, he launched a second and third slash.

Iwafune used fog this time. The saber's trajectory was distorted by the fog and missed Iwafune, who was supposed to be there. Iwafune then slid back, firing multiple shots as he backed away.

The bullet that could not be avoided grazed Munakata's body, spreading blood.

Iwafune, blurred through the fog, sneered at Munakata.

"What are you holding on to, Munakata? You're just being stubborn. The dice are rolled. The world you were trying to protect has already been destroyed."

Although he was bleeding, Munakata responded calmly.

"Yes, I'm being stubborn. It seems I don't like losing to you more than I thought."

"Do you hate me that much?"

"I hate the way you live your life."

Beyond the glowing mist, he could see Iwafune walking. Munakata narrowed his eyes and followed the figure closely.

"If you couldn't protect what you were supposed to protect, you threw everything away and ran away, that's fine. If you can no longer bear the burden of being a King, then you should give up and spend the rest of your life."

Iwafune spoke in a mocking manner.

"Are we supposed to pick up the bones of clansmen and cry in the corners?"

"That would be much better than it is now. What I don't like the most is that even though you broke free, you try to get out again."

Munakata's sharp eyes never let Iwafune escape.

"The world that the "Green King" is trying to create is a world in which the people you once tried to protect are brought to ruin. Not only have you abandoned your ideals, but you are trampling on your former ideals. I hate that so much it makes me want to vomit."

"Kuku.", Iwafune laughed only through his throat.

"Well, if I had to say whether I like you or not, I don't like you either. When I look at you, you remind me of my old self..."

Iwafune's self-deprecating smile disappeared the next moment.

"Even if your sword breaks once, you still don't understand it. Even if you wave your naive ideals, you won't be able to change anything!"

Screaming, Iwafune pulled the trigger in quick succession. There were many flashes of gunshots and a torrent of bullets that could be called random gunshots that attacked Munakata. Under hazy visibility, Munakata dodged the bullets, which were difficult to predict and react to, with minimal movement and tried to move forward.

Iwafune appeared in front of him.

"Guh...!"

When he thought about raising his guard, Iwafune's knee had already sunk into his cheek. In intense pain, Munakata's body was sent flying several meters away. Laughing at Munakata, who fell to the ground after being punched, Iwafune loaded only one bullet into his revolver.

"It's just a difference of opinion. What we're trying to create is a world where the weak are no longer weak. A world where you and I don't have to be killed by stupid monsters."

The muzzle of the gun pointed at the forehead of the fallen Munakata. He could feel the gray supernatural powers gathering around the barrel of the gun.

"If you want to sacrifice yourself so badly for your ideals, I will help you, Munakata. It will be a much better ending than destroying the sword and killing everyone you must protect...!"

Munakata tried to lift his saber. However, he could not put strength into his knees. Gritting his back teeth, Munakata stared into the muzzle of the weapon that would kill him.

"Wait a minute!"

At that moment, he heard a voice from somewhere.

Far away, beyond the fog. A new commotion came from outside the gray world around them. Mixed with the confused voices of the members of the "Jungle" clan, a familiar voice rang out.

"I'm here to see the boss's crisis!"

Domyoji stands out and destroys the enemy formation.

"Domyoji, don't run in alone! Akiyama, Benzai, let's go!"

Kamo, the eldest, led the rest of the group as he admonished them.

"Benzai, don't let your guard down!"

"Hmph, that's it!"

"Let me go first!"

Akiyama and Benzai, the most elite, work together in exquisite cooperation to defeat enemy clan members one after another.

"What?!"

Iwafune's attention was diverted. Beyond that, a group of blue-robed people broke through the wall of mist and burst into the gray world.

Gunshots flashed, the King's shots attacked them. On the other hand, "Scepter 4" developed an almost perfect synchronized defense. By layering and synchronizing the auras developed in a regular hexagon, they exert instant, but almost absolute, defensive power. That shield received the attack of the "Gray King" from the front and managed to block it.

"Captain, please stay safe!"

Awashima said that resolutely, standing in the center of the shield and protecting her "King" with the formation of it.

He was protected by them.

Understanding that as a fact, Munakata suddenly laughed.

"What are you guys doing in a place like this?"

With that, he slowly stood up.

Akiyama, standing next to Awashima, responded in an orderly manner, as if responding to a question from his superior.

"I decided that taking control of the "Jungle" fortress as soon as possible was the mission that needed to be carried out with the highest priority, so we came to support the Captain."

"I didn't ask for anything. Besides, I'm not your Captain anymore..."

"We're not a "Scepter 4" that can't move unless told to."

Kamo said that while his back was turned, and Munakata couldn't help but keep his mouth shut.

Benzai and Domyoji said in unison.

"Isn't the title of the "Fourth Branch of the Family Registration Division of the Tokyo Legal Affairs Bureau" a cover for "Scepter 4" after all?"

"That's right. It's just a formality."

"At all times, the Captain's cause is with us. We are the clansmen of the "Blue King" Reisi Munakata."

Hearing Awashima's words, the members of the "Special Task Force" nodded in unison. They keep their eyes on the enormous enemy before them, the "Gray King", but their fighting spirit does not waver in the slightest. Perfectly balanced, it seemed to be the embodiment of "order".

The title he thought he had discarded came back to him for a moment. As head of "Scepter 4", Munakata asked.

"What are the countermeasures against confusion in the city?"

"Currently, we are mobilizing the entire "Scepter 4" force to quell the unrest and rescue civilians. We are prepared to prevent further confusion from spreading."

Even if Munakata was still in the position of boss, he would probably have made the same decision. Deal with the situation and heal it at the same time, and try to end the situation as soon as possible. They are acting correctly based on their own will and intelligence.

Awashima looked over his shoulder and said with a calm smile.

"Give us your orders, Captain."

Munakata breathed in and out.

He felt as if something warm dwelt in his heart. Every time it beats, it pumps some kind of power along with blood throughout his body. It's probably a type of energy called passion. As someone who rules "order", it was an unexpected reaction.

Munakata declared loudly, hiding his passion behind a mask of calm.

"We, "Scepter 4", fulfill our duty as swordsmen. We will not allow disorder in this land, nor violence in this world. We will disperse the fog that tries to cover our boundaries. All members, draw your swords!"

"Akiyama, ready."

"Benzai, ready!"

"Kamo, ready!"

"Domyoji, ready!"

"Enomoto, ready!"

"Fuse, ready!"

"Goto, ready!"

"Hidaka, ready!"

"Awashima, ready!"

The clansmen drew their swords one after another, carefully pointing the tips at Iwafune while spreading their swords from side to side as if spreading their wings. They worked together so perfectly that they seemed like a single living being.

Iwafune, on the other hand, is alone. The fog is controlled by the deployed clan members, and on the contrary, the "Jungle" clan members are fleeing. It was exactly the image of a lonely "king" abandoned in the castle he was supposed to protect.

Still, Iwafune showed a mocking smile.

"This is the Blue Clan's code of honor? Ha, it's beautiful. But really, it's not supposed to be that beautiful, right?"

He slowly raised his gun and pointed it at Munakata, who was stationed in the center.

Fog gathered at the muzzle of the gun. Concentrating on one point, not for defense, but for attack. The clan members were visibly nervous. They managed to block it before, but they don't know what will happen next. That bullet could hit their King.

In the midst of that, Munakata stepped forward.

"You said the world I was trying to protect was destroyed."

"Eh...?"

"Maybe so. Extraordinary powers have been unleashed upon the world, and the world has changed decisively. No matter what we do, we will not be able to return to the world before the "Slate" awakened. But..."

Munakata said quietly and pushed up his glasses.

"Even if the world is broken, we will establish a new "order" within that broken world. That is my way of living."

Iwafune's face contorted with sadness.

"You are a person who fled from the tragedy in front of you. You are literally running back and forth, casting a fog over your vision, making what you should see vague. Hisui Nagare is already dead and you are only helping to create a paradise for the dead."

"As if I didn't know!"

Iwafune roared.

A gray mist spiraled toward the muzzle of the revolver. A dense gray aura that distorted the surrounding space gathered at one point, and the moment Iwafune pulled the trigger, it turned into a magic bullet and was released.

It was not Munakata who received the gray magic bullet that contained ideals, setbacks, despair and the regrets of hundreds of thousands of people who were left scattered without knowing the meaning.

The clan members he trusts: Akiyama Himori, Benzai Yujiro, Kamo Ryuho, Domyoji Andy, Enomoto Tatsuya, Fuse Daiki, Goto Ren, Hidaka Akira, Awashima Seri, etc. A supernatural field that developed at the same moment stopped the bullet.

The two supernatural powers came into contact, dispersing an intense spark of light. The clansmen gritted their teeth and endured the blow of the "King", which contained the ultimate power. It may have been as unreasonable and reckless as moving a mountain with human hands.

However, God's will only appear when a person's will be at its peak.

Munakata saw it. A member of the clan who fights against the "King". The strong will of people trying to face the absolute power difference with a single ray of hope and absolute confidence.

Munakata's saber flashed.

The magic bullet, which had been stopped by the supernatural shield, shattered into pieces with that single flash. With that momentum, the slash dispersed a gray mist, shattered the revolver he was holding, and sliced Iwafune's shoulder as his eyes widened in shock.

"Ah...!"

Iwafune fell on his back, his cassock soaked in blood.

The fog surrounding the intersection disappeared in an instant. It was as if the blow of the "Blue King" had opened the world. After the stagnant fog dissipated, a blue sky without a single cloud spread out.

Munakata looked at him and muttered as usual.

"We will advance with our sword in hand, for our cause is pure."

+++++++++++

Awashima held his breath and stared at the scene.

In front of her clear vision, the "Gray King" lay on the asphalt. Lying in a pool of dark blood, Iwafune pursed his lips ironically.

"Uh... I can't believe you won..."

His point of view was not towards Munakata, but towards the sky. He was staring at the two “King” swords floating there. The "Sword of Damocles".

"It's okay, Aonisai. Just try to stick to your will and ideals..."

Saying that, Iwafune gently closed his eyes.

At the same time, the gray "Sword of Damocles" floating in the sky disappeared. Awashima ran to Iwafune and checked to see if he was breathing.

Although weak, Iwafune was still alive. She assumed he simply passed out. Awashima looked at Munakata and said quickly.

"Captain. Let me give you some attention!"

"Forward."

Several clan members gathered around Iwafune and began to administer first aid efficiently. It's not just for humanitarian reasons. If the "Gray King" dies here, Munakata will have to bear the burden of killing the king. That was supposed to be a fatal damage to him now.

At this moment, a scream-like voice was heard from the surrounding area.

"The Ranker has been defeated! The "Blue King" is safe!"

"Oh, the guys in blue even showed up?! Shit, what are the rest of them doing?!"

"Oh, you're running away! Your precious points will be confiscated!"

The "Jungle" clan members who were blocking the intersection lost their calculations and fled. If they had started a chase, they could have captured more than a dozen people, but none of the "Scepter 4" personnel moved. There was something more important than that at that moment.

Of the two most feared enemies, the "Gray King" has been defeated. Of course, if they eliminate the "Green King", although the Rankers are a formidable enemy, the course of the battle will probably be decided.

"Scepter 4", who was delighted with the victory, waited for the next order from him. If Munakata gives the order, everyone will run to "Jungle's" hideout.

At that moment, Awashima noticed something strange.

Munakata remains still. He has remained in the same posture since he defeated Iwafune, not moving in the slightest.

Blue sparks began to dance all over his body.

When she couldn't help but look at the sky, the "Sword of Damocles" was still floating there. The cracks on the royal sword made of blue crystals visibly spread and the separated energy chunks disappear as if melting.

"Captain! You must make your Sanctum disappear immediately!"

Munakata looked over his shoulder at Awashima and suddenly smiled.

"I already did it. But it seems that it will no longer disappear by my will..."

"......"

The "Sword of Damocles" that appears when the "King" exerts all his power consumes an enormous amount of energy just by existing.

He can't erase it. In other words, Munakata is currently in a state of overdrive. Like the "Red King" who was once defeated by the sword, he can no longer control his own power.

What awaits them next is the worst-case scenario, an "burst of royal power".

At this moment, the figure of a man appeared at the edge of Awashima's vision.

The shadow of Gouki Zenjo with only one arm, carrying a huge saber.

Before she could think of anything, a voice came from Awashima's throat.

"Everyone, stay away! You too, Zenjo-san!"

Zenjo stood still, taking only one step.

His gaze is forever transparent. Like an old wolf, Zenjo's gaze towards that question, seeing Awashima's innermost thoughts.

He wondered if she could do it.

Awashima grabbed her saber tightly.

Many "kings" are gathered there. A "Damocles Down" is a catalyst for the destruction of others. If the Sword of Munakata fell, the damage would expand exponentially, and not only Japan but also East Asia could become a gigantic hole.

It's not even hundreds of thousands. Billions of human lives depend on a single decision.

Awashima thought about this for a moment and declared decisively.

"I am this person's assistant. If necessary... I will be there."

She unsheathed her saber and readied it.

Munakata's back still didn't move in the slightest.

To prevent the tip from shaking, Awashima pressed the hilt of her saber even harder.

+++++++++++

Anna closed her eyes and concentrated.

The supernatural network formed by the marbles imbued with her supernatural powers forms a structure similar to a kind of neuronal synapse. Each marble was Anna's eyes and ears and served as a communication network between its owners.

At that moment, numerous scenes unfolded in Anna's obscured field of vision.

"I'm Akagi, B2 on standby, okay!"

"Here Bando, B3 on standby, okay!"

"I'm Chitose, B4 on standby, OK!"

The key points up to the fourth floor of the basement have been controlled and Akagi, Bando and Chitose are in their respective positions. Those lying at his feet were the members of the "Jungle" clan, and the members of "Homura", in addition to the main members, also seemed to be still fighting.

"I'm Dewa, B5 on standby, OK!"

"This is Eric, B6 on standby, OK!"

"This is Fujishima, B7 on standby, OK!"

Images and sounds were then transmitted from the seventh underground floor. They were still in combat, but seemed to have reached a position. The plan is progressing without problems.

When she silently opened her eyes, Kamamoto was standing next to her, muttering to himself.

"Thanks to the "Blue King" suppressing the top, it seems to be quite possible."

Anna blinked and looked up. When she saw the "Sword of Damocles" floating in the square of blue sky, her face clouded with sadness.

Anna, who is the "Red Queen" and has an extraordinary ability to sense things, she could see that clearly. The sword of the "Blue King" was cracked and damaged to the point that it seemed like it was about to break at any moment.

Soon, that sword will fall. The moment that tip hits the ground, everyone will be trapped. Munakata, Anna, and Hisui Nagare may be safe only with shrines that have the "unchangeable" attribute, but everything else will disappear like garbage.

The sooner that plan can be carried out, the sooner the destruction will be further away. Anna closed her eyes again and focused her attention deeper.

"Also, Izumo and Misaki..."

+++++++++++

Izumo Kusanagi was running in the dark.

It was probably his strategy that there was not a single light on in the long hallway. As far as he knew from the map beforehand, that passage led to the core of the enemy's hideout and was a key point that could be called a death line for them. Gunshots flashed from beyond the pitch darkness, aiming at Kusanagi as he ran.

"Here we go, Kusanagi!"

"I'll kill you right here!"

Thanks to the "Jungle" mask, they were able to accurately target Kusanagi even in the dark. Goggles with built-in night vision function can ensure unilateral visibility, but...

Despite the hail of bullets, Kusanagi still managed to smile.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Please let me in!"

Kusanagi shot multiple fireballs from the Zippo he was holding while he dodged by jumping left and right. The fireball landed where the flash had flashed, dispersing explosive flames. Several members of the "Jungle" clan turned into balls of fire, screaming and rolling, and other members of the clan, their eyes burned by the sudden light of the flames, crouched down holding their faces.

Kusanagi's long legs knocked down the remaining clan members who had been incapacitated. After confirming that nothing was moving, Kusanagi raised his voice.

"Sorry, I'm late! Kusanagi, B8 on standby, OK!"

He then he looked back.

There are the three members of "Hakumaito" who are the key to the plan. Kusanagi was a dispatch and was responsible for transporting them there.

Kusanagi raised the marble slightly and said.

"Well, that's it for me. I can't take you any further from here, but good luck, Shiro-san."

Shiro nodded and looked at Kusanagi with serious eyes.

"Yes. Thank you very much, Kusanagi-san."

"Thank you for the cooperation of the Red Clan."

"See you later, Sunglasses! Make me more pancakes!"

Kusanagi suddenly laughed. He remembered Neko whose mouth was sticky with maple syrup and Anna carefully wiping it away.

To see that ordinary scene again.

"Yes, Neko-chan. When this is over, I will make you a tower of pancakes."

With that, Kusanagi pulled out a flame whip from his Zippo and knocked down the "Jungle" clan members who were trying to come out from below.

+++++++++++

There are two frustrating facts.

One is that no matter what happens, he will never be able to defeat Sukuna Gojou. "Jungle" members differ from other clans in that they concentrate their power in the executive ranks. In addition to his original sense, Sukuna possesses exceptional fighting power due to his extraordinary abilities.

Sukuna, with a dazzling smile on his face, jumped up and swung his scythe.

"Go dead!"

Fushimi quickly backed away and dodged the blow, which was aimed precisely at the back of the head. The sound of electromagnetic electricity burning the air immediately touched his ears. The fear of death momentarily crossed his mind and he began to neglect his steps. He made a mistake when landing and fell.

Sukuna carried a scythe on his shoulder and laughed at Fushimi's misfortune.

"Hahaha! That's it. You have to earn experience points before challenging the final dungeon. I can't let you return to the save point now!"

Fushimi half lifted his body and looked at Sukuna.

"Shut up, gamer boy... Pressing the off button won't save you, when it comes down to it..."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. Contrary to his relaxed demeanor, he doesn't feel like he has the slightest chance. Fushimi exclaimed, holding his tongue.

"There is a time when we have to fight at a level where we cannot win at all!"

At the same time, he turned his body and threw the throwing knife that he had hidden in his hand at Sukuna...

The knife ricocheted and cut Fushimi's thigh.

"Gah!"

Sukuna, who wielded the scythe with ease and rested it on his shoulder again, huffed in exasperation.

"Is that it? No matter how hard you try, I don't think you can change this reality."

As he held back the intense pain, Fushimi clicked his tongue and said:

"I guess I've started lecturing the kids about reality... It's a totally annoying reality... It's not worth the salary with these dangerous living conditions, this... Really, why am I doing this kind of work? I..."

Back then, when Munakata told him about this mission, he might have refused.

This mission was very dangerous. Leave "Scepter 4" and infiltrate the enemy, and if the situation arises, work from within. No one would trust Fushimi, who was originally an enemy, and if Hisui Nagare could find a connection with "Scepter 4", he would definitely have gotten rid of him.

Carefully, but definitely. Even if you do your best, in the end, at the time of crafting, they will catch your tail. It was an almost suicidal strategy, based on self-sacrifice.

However, why did he accept it?

That's another frustrating fact.

"Then it's almost game over."

Sukuna wielded his scythe. Fushimi's face distorted as he looked at the green electromagnetic blade.

(There's no way he's coming.)

Unable to move, in his final moments, Fushimi murmured something into his mouth.

"Saruhiko!"

He heard that voice.

Fushimi looked up and searched for the owner of the voice. The voice echoed in the underground space and he didn't know where it came from. However, Fushimi knew exactly who he was.

"Misaki..."

"Where are you, Saruhiko?"

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly imagine his face. With a mix of anger and impatience on his face, he searched everywhere while he raced on his skateboard. Fushimi let out a small laugh as he imagined that.

"Hey... that idiot... seriously... he chased me here..."

+++++++++++

There are two frustrating facts.

One, of course, is against Saruhiko Fushimi. Although he knew that this was the place where he would definitely die, and although he knew that he would be stigmatized as a traitor, he went alone without telling anyone. That was so infuriating that he couldn't forgive him.

"Saruhiko!"

Yata was running freely underground while shouting the idiot's name. There was no way the "Jungle" clansmen defending the area would miss that, and they positioned their huge weapons towards Yata. However, Yata didn't notice either. Overcome with anger, he twisted his face and spat.

"Idiot, you're trying to be cool on your own! If you die without telling me, I won't forgive you!"

The Green Clan members fired rockets all at once. A direct hit would have been an exploding bullet that would have killed him instantly. However, Yata crouched and jumped, becoming semi-conscious. Several explosions went off behind him and the shock waves knocked Yata back, but even these were not enough to catch Yata's attention.

It is another type of anger that is directed towards oneself.

Why didn't he think more carefully about the words Fushimi threw at him that dawn? Follow me, Fushimi said. In that case, he should have pursued him with all his might.

If he can't reach Fushimi, he will be scarred for life.

Gritting his teeth so hard that he made a sound, Yata desperately looked around him.

He understood it.

On the other side of the wall that had collapsed due to the caster's attack, was Fushimi lying on the ground and Sukuna wielding a scythe.

"Saru!"

At that moment, Yata became a creature whose only goal was to move forward. The skateboard wheels roared, turning into a ring of fire and generating explosive acceleration. He swung the staff wildly and bounced off the scythe that had been lowered toward him.

As he continued passing, Yata made a U-turn and crashed into Sukuna again. Sukuna didn't seem afraid; in fact, he was even smiling as he screamed.

"So you're changing players? I don't really care about this, come on!"

The rod and the scythe intertwined again. Red and green, a two-color supernatural ability exploded, dyeing the field of vision with mottled colors.

"......!"

Yata's face was distorted and he was barely able to block Sukuna's attack with the staff he held with only one hand. His muscles swelled to the point of bursting and he felt like his wrist was about to break. Still, he couldn't use both hands because his left hand was extended on the ground.

His hand grabbed the back of Fushimi's neck.

The skateboard accelerated again, forcing the two to leave the scene. Sukuna, who was left alone, let out an angry roar.

"Damn it! You're not going to escape!"

Yata didn't even look back. Feeling a tingle of killing intent on his back, he put all of his supernatural powers into the skateboard and accelerated it repeatedly. Fushimi, who was carried on his shoulder, was as limp as a corpse. Yata shouted, feeling something cold run down his back.

"Saruhiko! Are you alive?!"

Fushimi didn't respond.

Yata's next breath was shaky. He called again and again.

"Hey...! Saru!"

"You're late..."

Although his voice was dry and weak, Fushimi responded with certainty.

"And you call yourself the vanguard of your clan? It makes me laugh..."

"Shut up...!"

Yata looked ahead, almost reacting as usual to the same hate speech.

The skateboard was sliding through the underground passage. For a while, only the sound of wheels turning echoed between them. Perhaps because he had been searching so frantically, Yata didn't even know where he was. However, he muttered...

"Why did you not tell me?"

Fushimi laughed lightly at that question.

"There's no way I'm going to tell you about a top-secret mission, idiot. You should figure it out."

"There's no way I can tell from that! Why have you always been like this? That's right, I'm an idiot. That's why I won't understand unless you talk to me properly."

"Would you have understood if I had told you?"

"Say it in a way I understand. Just say it until I understand. If you had died without me being able to hear anything... I would have always thought you were a traitor!"

After a moment of silence, Fushimi looked up.

"I am a traitor."

Yata, who was only looking forward, couldn't tell what kind of expression Fushimi was making. Still, Yata shook his head vigorously.

"That's not true! Just as I would risk my life for Mikoto-san and Anna, you did all this for the "Blue King"... That means that, for you, the "Blue King" has been your King all this time!''

"......"

Yata took a deep breath and spoke clearly.

"I... think Saruhiko Fushimi from "Scepter 4" is amazing."

Fushimi stirred slightly. He doesn't know if he laughed or was surprised. Either one was fine. Whether his words were true or not was beyond Yata's consideration.

He only said what he feels and what he thinks.

At that moment, Yata suddenly felt something strange under his feet.

He controlled the skateboard and turn using what can only be described as intuition. Almost at the same time, the ground in front of him was cut into a cross shape and a small figure jumped out from within.

"Haha!"

Sukuna turned the scythe on him while making an amused voice. Yata clicked his tongue as he placed Fushimi's still limp body on his skateboard and kicked towards Sukuna.

The rod almost blocked the tip of the scythe as it descended.

Still maintaining the momentum of the shot, Sukuna smiled as he carried the scythe and spun as if dancing.

"Saruhiko is on the verge of death. You are about to reach the yellow indicator. What should we do?"

Yata readied his staff and turned to Sukuna. He was angry at the brat in front of him who treated life and death like a game.

"If you want to play that kind of game, do it with other people besides us. Hey, do you have any friends to play with?"

Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Sukuna's mouth.

An intense light shone in his eyes as he slowly approached, twirling his scythe.

"I've always played alone. It's 100 times better to be alone than to be held down by a weaker person. I can do it alone."

Killing intent filled Sukuna's body. Yata looked at him in silence.

"The only interesting person is Nagare. So anyone who gets in his way... I'll crush him!"

Screaming, Sukuna kicked the ground.

From left to right. It was an extremely fast movement that left an afterimage in his field of vision. For a moment, Yata completely lost sight of Sukuna. A cold premonition of death ran through his neck.

"Misaki!"

The knife was thrown in a straight line and accurately hit Sukuna's body.

"Damn!"

Sukuna had to use the scythe that was supposed to decapitate Yata as a defense against the knife. He bounced, spin in the air and land. Yata, who narrowly escaped death, muttered as he pointed the tip of his staff at Sukuna again.

"So "Jungle" was your escape. You look like us in the past. But... go home."

Sukuna's face contorted in anger and irritation.

"How bossy! Even if you two get together, I'm stronger than you!"

Sukuna began to move at high speed again. A bright green electromagnetic blade left a trail like a meteor and cut its way into the underground darkness.

Yata's eyes can't catch it. He would have just stood there like a stick, waiting to be cut down.

If he was the only one, it would have happened.

"Assume that again!"

As if in response to Yata's voice, multiple knives were thrown from behind.

The knife was thrown directly, grazing his side, shoulder and ear, and he was covered in a blue glow. Without missing a beat, it passed through the green beam and stopped its movement. As Sukuna's eyes widened in shock, Yata rushed forward.

The tip of the stick pierced Sukuna's abdomen.

"......!"

In silent agony, Sukuna's small body was sent flying and fell to the ground. As he coughed violently, Sukuna looked at Yata and Fushimi with the gaze of a demon.

Yata said with a slight smile as he held the staff.

"It's like old times, fighting hand to hand with you."

Fushimi said hoarsely as he stood up.

"...It's not the same as it was back then."

"That's right... it's not the same."

Suddenly laughing, Yata held his staff elegantly and declared happily.

"Misaki Yata, member of the Red Clan, and..."

There was a pause of a few seconds after he took a firm stance. Sukuna, who was half sitting on the ground, looked at Yata as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

Yata instinctively looked at Fushimi and shouted.

"Say it! Say it!"

Fushimi clicked his tongue and said with a voice that sounded like he really hated it.

"...The member of the Blue Clan, Saruhiko Fushimi."

Still, Yata was satisfied. They shouted in unison and at the same time.

"We will be your opponents!"

"This...!"

Sukuna's frustration seemed to have reached its peak. He used only the springs of his body to rise and attack while he swung his scythe.

"Older generations can't be cool!"

Yata held his staff horizontally and blocked the blow. At the same time, Sukuna's toe flew towards him and he twisted his neck to avoid it.

"This is work. And I can't waste time playing with a child!"

As Fushimi screamed, more knives flew. Sukuna clicked his tongue and swung his scythe, knocking down all the knives. He continued to kick the ground and tried to distance himself from Yata.

Yata won't allow that. He ran out himself and began to close the distance with Sukuna. Passing by the scythe that was being wielded in confusion, the protruding staff bit into Sukuna's stomach.

"Grr...!"

"What's the problem? You're slowing down!"

Sukuna gritted his teeth and swung the sickle wildly at him. The room for maneuver he had before was nowhere to be found. Anger, impatience, humiliation, and fear of defeat enveloped Sukuna's body, making him wither. Sukuna was now forced into a defensive stance.

(We can win!)

Yata muttered that to himself as he calmly inserted the rod. The current Saruhiko and Yaka can defeat that guy. Although red and blue were different colors, they were able to recognize that they were members of a clan fighting for their "King."

With that thought in mind, just as he was about to take another step, the support from behind suddenly stopped.

"What?!"

When he turned around, he saw Fushimi crouching down. The knife he dropped lay at his feet. The damage Sukuna inflicted on him earlier was eating away at his body.

Sukuna did not waste that momentary opportunity. He crouched down and quickly walked past Yata, turning on his electromagnetic sickle and attempting to cut off Fushimi's head.

"If you're going to die, get off the stage!"

"Saruhiko!"

Yata threw his staff and tried his best to stop Sukuna. He couldn't let Fushimi fall there. If that were the case, it wouldn't make sense to throw everything away and go this far.

But...

(I can't make it on time!)

Yata's face distorted at Sukuna's demon-like speed. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined Sukuna's sickle piercing Fushimi's throat...

Sukuna stopped moving.

"What...?!"

Fushimi's knife was stuck in his shoulder.

"...Ha. Did you let your guard down?"

Pretending that he was running out of energy... no, he was probably running out of energy. However, with the last of his strength, Fushimi sent the hidden knife flying. He hit Sukuna smoothly, imprinting his movements on the spot.

If Fushimi had been alone, it would have been nothing more than a struggle. He is not a Sukuna who will stop when a knife is stuck in him. He should have been beheaded just like that.

But every second the knife gained had infinite value.

"Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Yata's fist hit Sukuna's cheekbone. A powerful punch using the red supernatural power sent Sukuna's small body flying like a piece of paper. Flying through the air as he spun, Sukuna was sucked into the hole he had made in the ground.

+++++++++++

He dragged his body closer to the hole.

Not only had he run out of knives, but he also ran out of strength to throw them. His physical strength and supernatural abilities are empty, and if Sukuna returns, there will be nothing Fushimi can do.

Still, Fushimi stood next to Yata and looked towards the bottom of the hole.

The darkness was so deep that he couldn't even hear Sukuna's voice, let alone see him.

Either he died or fell into an abyss of no return. Either one was fine. For now, the threat has disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, Fushimi spoke in an exhausted voice.

"...Go home, huh? You're being very bossy and lecturing a child. Are you an adult?"

Yata crouched on the spot and looked at Fushimi with a bitter expression on his face.

"You're loud. I don't know if I'm an adult or not, but I'm not a child anymore."

Fushimi laughed lightly. That's how it is. He has never heard of a child risking his life because he is too busy with work.

At this moment, a muffled voice rang out from where Yata was sitting.

"Yata-san...! Yata-san! Can you hear me? Where are you now?!"

Yata took out a red marble from his pocket and responded.

"Hey, Kamamoto. Saruhiko is safe. It's not like we're safe, though."

"I see! Anna, Fushimi is safe! Please hurry up, Yata-san, it won't be completed unless you go to your floor!"

"...Ah. I understand."

Then, Yata looked at Fushimi.

"Hmph.", he huffed. He didn't want to help or be a burden. Without making eye contact, Fushimi said:

"Go. Don't count me in on this. As expected, it's unpaid overtime."

"But you..."

Yata must be aware that Fushimi's power is running out. Those words that seemed loving, but are now unpopular. Fushimi looked at Yata.

"What is the most important?"

After a short pause, Yata answered clearly.

"...It's Anna."

"Then go quickly. You do your job. I can escape on my own."

Yata pursed his lips, turned on his heel and started walking.

Fushimi called from behind.

"Misaki."

After Yata turned around and stuttered for a moment, Fushimi muttered:

"...I'll think of a way to speak so that even idiots can understand."

As expected, Yata was an idiot and it took him several seconds to absorb the meaning of his words.

A smile slowly appeared on his face. A carefree smile like the one he used to have when he called Fushimi a friend. With that stupid look on his face, Yata clenched his fists.

"Hey! Let's talk later!"

Fushimi waved his hand as if to throw him out. Yata turned his back on him again and rode the skateboard away from him.

After his back disappeared into the depths of the hallway, Fushimi lowered his head in shock.

Even when he searched his pockets, he still couldn't find a single dark weapon.

"I used all my knives, huh..."

Just when he thought he should retrieve the knife that Sukuna had knocked down, he heard multiple footsteps.

"There he is! Here he is!"

"Don't let the intruder escape!"

The members of "Jungle". If they are defending their base of operations, they must be at least a U-Rank. It may not be the case in normal times, but now Fushimi is not an opponent who can resist. He knew that if he didn't hide quickly, they would certainly attack him.

Still, his body did not move.

Far from hiding, he couldn't move a single finger. It seems like he was more tired than he thought. Fushimi took a deep breath and whispered to himself.

"He is simple, stupid, he doesn't think, and although he doesn't understand anything... sometimes he suddenly comes up with a 100-point answer..."

He himself wondered why he accepted that job. It is a truly suicidal act to infiltrate the enemy's pockets alone, and if an emergency arises, even if it means sacrificing himself, it will benefit "Scepter 4". He didn't have that much loyalty towards Munakata or "Scepter 4". It's not like he lives in a flower garden where he would sacrifice his life for something like "order."

So why is he trying to risk his life here and now?

(That means that, for you, the "Blue King" has been your King this entire time!)

Remembering Yata's words, Fushimi looked up at the sky.

"Well, I'm risking my life, although it's not worth it..."

"Jungle". The clansmen camped in the distance. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the muzzle of a gun pointed at him. Still, Fushimi did not react and silently tried to close his eyes.

A head appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

Fushimi stiffened and widened his eyes.

It was Hirasaka. When she reached his shoulders, she reached out and grabbed Fushimi's ankles. Hirasaka gave the bare minimum of explanation to Fushimi, who blinked repeatedly.

"An escape route has been secured."

"...I don't remember asking for your help."

"The compensation has already been paid by your boss."

Fushimi suddenly let out a laugh at the simple and clear answer, and then was dragged into the darkness below.

+++++++++++

Kuro, Shiro and Neko run through the darkness of the depths of the earth.

The impact and sounds of battle that echoed from above were proof that "Homura" was clearing the way for them. They believed in them, "Hakumaito" and in the unwavering support of the "Silver King". To respond to that demand, they must take positions as quickly as possible.

Even if they didn't put it into words, it was a feeling that the three of them had in common. As if breaking through the darkness, their running speed increased even more.

Suddenly, their field of vision opened.

"It's here?"

Everyone stopped and looked around cautiously.

It was a space filled with white light, in contrast to the dark path they had just passed. The high ceilings are supported by glass walls and concrete reinforcements.

A cheerful voice echoed from the catwalk near the ceiling.

"White teeth are the key to illuminating the depths of the earth."

He remembered that voice and also that phrase.

The man, Mishakuji Yukari, who was sitting elegantly on the catwalk, smiled lightly at Kuro and the others, and then landed on the ground.

"You understand, right? I won't let you go any further than this. I will do everything in my power to prevent it."

Of course, Kuro knew that.

"Rurururururu... Shhh!"

Neko made a threatening sound like a cat. With that in mind, Kuro stepped forward.

"Mishakuji Yukari, this match will be one on one."

"Kuro...?!"

Looking back at the confused Shiro, Kuro said in a calm tone:

"You guys keep going. I have to defeat this person by myself. I just want you to listen to my selfishness."

Yes. That's selfish.

Siblings. A man who pointed his sword towards Miwa. Through countless practices and various meetings, Kuro has never been able to defeat Mishakuji. He is the strongest swordsman, far surpassing himself, both in flower and fruit. That's Mishakuji Yukari.

He wanted to beat that man.

It is never a good cause. It could simply be Kuro's wish.

But... if he doesn't do that, Kuro won't be able to advance at all from now on.

Shiro's confusion quickly turned into a helpless smile.

"This is the first time I've heard you say something selfish."

"I'm sorry."

"Fine. But in exchange, you must win properly and return."

In response, a smile appeared on Kuro's lips.

"Yes."

"That spirit is good, but..."

As if he was going to pour some water on him, Mishakuji brought out "Ayamachi".

"Kuro-chan. If you don't defeat me, I will immediately chase after your "King", do you understand?"

Kuro faced Mishakuji and silently held "Kotowari".

Defeating Mishakuji means protecting his "King". With that firmly etched in his heart, Kuro inhaled and exhaled silently.

Two disciples of the Miwa Meishin style. They simply exchanged clear glances, mirroring each other's images on the other side of the point.

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[Gakuen K] Munakata Reisi Route: Cavalry Battle Horse Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut ! Reblogs appreciated~

Ran: (The event is the cavalry battle competition, which would mark the end of the Sports Festival. It’s a match between the Special Clubs, so this event is bound to have some fierce competition.)

Ran: I’m a little miffed at the fact that girls can’t participate in the event, but I’ll still be rooting for you guys! Good luck!

Fushimi: Well, I’m not particularly gunning to win or anything.

Ran: (Huh? Munakata-senpai’s not here. Where’d he go?)

Kukuri: “Now for the main event of the Sports Festival! We have the cavalry battle between the Special Clubs, the last in the line-up!”

Kukuri: “The Blue Club and the Red Club are both currently in the lead, but due to the constant tug-of-war between the two, they are now tied at 200 points each!”

Kukuri: “In short, this is a showdown between the Blue and Red Clubs! We can expect there to be an extreeeeemely heated battle between the respective presidents of the Club!”

Kukuri: “Now then, let’s ask the representatives from the Silver Club who have retired early from the competition. Neko-chan, Shiro-kun, who do you think will win this match?

Neko: “I’m hungry!”

Yashiro: “No, no, didn’t you just eat?”

Neko: “Well, the hungriest one wins! So, I win!”

Yashiro: “In other words, we think that whoever works so hard that they get hungry will be the one who wins the match!

Kukuri: “Thank you for your opinion! Now, let the all-time favorite match begin!”

Kukuri: “My, oh my! Here comes the rule-breaking horseman!”

Ran: E-Ehhh!?

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Munakata: Sorry to keep you waiting. Let us begin, shall we?

Misaki: What the hell!? Why does he have a horse!?

Misaki: That’s… That’s hella cool!!!

Kamamoto: Yata-san! You should be calling his foul! That should be against the rules!

Totsuka: Whoa, that’s amazing~! I want to ride one too!

Kamamoto: Hey! Not you too, Totsuka-san! That horse is against the rules!!! C’mon, Yata-san! Snap out of it!

Yata: Ah! What was I… I nearly fell for their ploys!

Kamamoto: They weren’t exactly trying to wheedle you though…

Yata: Bringing in a horse like that is foul! Too bad, but you’re definitely losing!!!

Fushimi: Tch… They’re saying that this is against the rules.

Munakata: The rules simply state that we are required to ride a horse and take the opponent’s headband for our own. There are no problems on that front.

Fushimi: …Hear that? Too bad for you, isn’t it, Misaki?

Yata: Saru!!!

Mikoto: Hmph, now that’s interesting.

Yata: Huh? Huuh!? What are you saying, mikoto-san!?

Totsuka: Oh, looks like he’s game now. Looks like it’s about time for us to begin.

Munakata: Very well, we shall take the front!

Mikoto: Bring it! Munkata!!!

Munakata: Suoh! Here I come!

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Kukuri: Brilliant work out there today! That was exhilarating! Too bad it ended up in a draw though.

Ran: Yeah, but it was really fun though!

Kukuri: I was constantly on the edge of my seat because things weren’t going as planned.

Ran: Your commentary was really brilliant! It’s almost as if I was watching a broadcast!

Kukuri: Ehehe, thanks! I don’t know why I even got nominated for the role, but here we are. Plus, it was a really enjoyable experience!

Ran: Oh, I think I’m being called. See you later!

Kukuri: Okay, bye~

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Ran: (I think they already packed everything up here…)

Munakata: Great work today, Mizushima-kun.

Ran: Senpai! You too. The cavalry battle was amazing!

Ran: I never thought that you’d actually bring a real horse in! I bet everyone was surprised!

Munakata: *Chuckles* Thank you. It appears that it was worthwhile going through all the trouble to prepare a horse.

Ran: You looked used to handling a horse. Are you proficient in horse riding?

Munakata: I wouldn’t say I’m proficient, but I do do it on occasion since it’s a hobby of mine.

Ran: (Wow… So he rides horses every once in a while? What an elegant and cool hobby to have!)

Munakata: Now then, how is the cleanup going around here?

Ran: Right, we’ve already finished up on our end.

Munakata: I see. Could you help the guys over there then?

Ran: Got it! I’ll be there.

Munakata: Haha, I like that spirit of yours. We’ll be counting on you.

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Next Scene: Crooked Ribbon

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Nine

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3318

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It had been raining for a good two hours now, making you feel more and more sleepy. You wanted to talk to Takeomi today and ask Rosie a few questions, but a small voice in your head was whispering to you to give up for today, that it was time to go to sleep. 

You stood up from behind your desk and left your bedroom, heading towards the gang advisor's office. You liked talking to a man 10 years older than you, even though Sanzu told you many times not to get involved with him. You knew the difficult relationship between them, and you didn't want to let it go. Sanzu could give you various orders, but you were as stubborn as he was, and you had no intention of following this particular one. 

You often had the impression that the pink-haired man knew this very well and, despite his frustration, accepted it. Or at least it seemed that way for now... 

You stopped for a moment outside Takeomi's office door and listened. If Rosie was inside, you didn't want to catch them doing anything. You heard that one time Ran walked in and found Akashi up to his balls in the whore. You didn't mind this type of situations with Haru, but you preferred not to see his older brother in a similar situation. Especially if it was about Rosie. 

You didn't hear any suspicious-sounding activity, so you knocked on the door. You immediately heard a man's voice telling you to get inside. You opened the door and the first thing you noticed was the strong smell of cigarettes. The guy smoked them as if he was in a hurry to get to the next world. 

“Ah, it's you Y/n. Come in, come in.” Takeomi gestured to you. His fingers were decorated with rings and signet rings, brazenly showing that he was not a poor man. “Sit down, please.” 

You sat down in the chair in front of his elegant desk and Takeomi placed a new cigarette in his mouth, lighting it from the still glowing butt. “Nasty weather, isn't it?” 

"May be. I like rain.” You replied calmly and the man laughed, blowing smoke from his mouth. 

“You haven't visited me in a long time. Sanzu must have kept you on a tight leash, hmm?” 

“You could put it that way.” 

“Any progress on the case?” He looked at you with interest. 

“Yes, you could say that. I know Kisaki forwarded this case to me, but recently it turned out that it was just the part that Kakucho handled.” 

“Oh... Yeah. I know that." He shrugged. “If it moved on, it was a good idea.” 

You looked at him in silence for a moment and the man smiled again before taking a long drag on his cigarette. “I understand you brought Kakucho back into the case, correct?” 

“Yes, yes, it's true.” You nodded, slightly confused. “I also started working with Mochi. He had the rest of the reports and came up with some leads as well.” 

"Very good. I didn’t expect anything less from you, Y/n.” He made a note on his calendar, the smile still on his face. 

“We have a boy here who works for Akira. He revealed a lot of information to us.” You added and Takeomi froze, his smile shrinking. 

He looked up and blinked several times. "What?" 

“I said we have a boy here from…” 

“Wait, what was his name?...Yata?” The man interrupted you and put a cigarette in his mouth before scratching his face near the large scar and shrugging slightly. “I guess that's good... As long as Akira doesn't look for him....” 

“Akira knows I took him.” 

"What? Have you talked to Akira?” Akashi was surprised. 

“No. He must have been watching us from the window of his building. He saw Yata get into my car and after a while we drove away. He recognized me and contacted Sanzu..." 

“Haruchiyo? Why would he contact him?” Takeomi frowned and reached for a pack of cigarettes that was lying on the desk. It turned out to be empty, so he crumpled it up and threw it in the trash. 

“I think everyone knows I follow him around like a dog.” You shrugged, watching the older man rummage through his desk drawers for a new pack of cigarettes. 

He cursed quietly as he got up from the chair and went to the hanger where his coat was and took out cigarettes from one of the pockets, then returned to his seat. 

“Okay. I see." He put out the cigarette but didn't take out another one. “So, when will you release him? Are you going to kill him?” 

“We won't give him back to that son of a bitch. Yata goes to Madarame.” You said, watching the man's strong hands. He kept them on the desk, but with each small movement one of his hands came closer to the pack of cigarettes. 

"That's good. I always thought the young man came to the wrong place.” He sighed and looked at you with a serious face. "So? You didn't come to me just to give me this information. Do you have any questions?” 

“It's basically one thing.” I have a few... What are your plans for Rosie? “Do you know Nagano?” 

“Ah, Hideki Nagano... Yes, I know him.” He said, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and pulled out a cigarette, but didn't put it in his mouth. You were sure it wouldn't be 5 seconds before he inhaled the smoke again. Terrible addiction. “Mochi mentioned him and another one, Jin Nagasawa.” He laughed darkly and lit the lighter. “Three top pimps scheming in the backroom of Bonten.” 

You stared for a moment at the blue ribbon flying from the glowing end of the cigarette. "Unfortunately. I need to find one man who works with him. Yata said it would be worth trying to talk to him.” 

"Yes? Who is this about?" 

“Do you know anyone called Yuu?” 

“Yuu?” Takeomi repeated and leaned back in his chair. “Yuu… Working for Nagano… Hmm…” He took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, thinking. "I think so. I'm not 100% sure, but I have a feeling that this Yuu... is Uchiyama. I can't remember the name." 

Uchiyama... You've heard this name somewhere before... 

“Try talking to Rosie.” Said the advisor and smiled. “The pretty girl has worked for more than one pimp, maybe she will know something more. The girls trust her.” 

The corner of your mouth involuntarily turned up and you nodded. “That was my intention, but I wanted to ask you first.” 

“Oh? For what reason?" 

“Because of the girls you used to sleep with.” You shrugged slightly. “Everyone knows you preferred them from Nagano.” 

The man laughed loudly and sincerely. "True, true. Oh, Y/n…” He shook his head, amused. “How are things going with my wonderful brother? Do you work well together?” 

You weren't expecting this question now, even though it came from Takeomi four times a year. You bit the inside of your cheek lightly and shrugged again. 

"It's good..." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. We cooperate, freak out and watch each other's backs... The latter can be considered suspended for now.” Takeomi took another drag and looked intently into your eyes as he exhaled. The last time he looked at you in such a piercing way was many years ago. That was the first time he saw you with his little brother. 

“Y/n... You're fine but be careful what you do or say. You know how Haru is.” He said quietly and you nodded. 

"Mikey is as important to me as he is to Sanzu... I will not betray him..." 

“Mikey is like a king to Sanzu. You are like a dog.” He interrupted you while you were speaking. “For him, our leader comes first and always will. Remember this and respect it and it won't hurt anyone. And you will live.” 

You looked at the man in silence, taking his statement apart. He was right, although deep down you hoped that over time you would become as important to the pink-haired man as he was to you. You knew you couldn't handle being rejected again. Someone will die then, and even if it were you, you would take as many as you could with you. Just for others to have their hearts broken too... 

“Hey, Y/n…” Takeomi's voice was softer this time. “Haruchiyo is more stubborn than a donkey and I regret the way I used to treat him. I know he'd jump at my throat the next chance he got, but Mikey still listens to my advice... Or at least some of it. He could use some tenderness. Let him see you as a human being, not a dog, as many call you here.” 

"I do not mind. I'd rather be called a dog than a wild horse." You said calmly and Takeomi chuckled to himself. 

“You're tired, Y/n. It's time for you. Wash, bead and go to bed. You can go." He waved you off and there was nothing left for you to do but get up and go back to your bedroom. 

“Have a peaceful evening, Takeomi.” You looked at him, stopping in the doorway. He was lighting another cigarette. 

"You also." He nodded and made another note on his calendar. 

You closed the door behind you and walked down the hall. Somewhere in the distance you heard thunder, and the rain became heavier by the second, hitting the windows with redoubled force. Perfect sleeping weather. 

As you passed by the stairs, you saw Ran and Rindou brushing off the raindrops from their jackets and trousers. 

“You've gotten a bit carried away.” You greeted them and Ran smiled at you. 

“We had to ask around in several places, but we managed to get some information.” 

You put your hands in your pockets and looked around... 

“Sanzu rushed towards the bedroom first. Didn't you hear him swearing on the way?" Said the older brother. 

“No…” You were surprised and winced slightly. “Did he get very wet?” 

Ran laughed, running his fingers through his damp hair. “Rindou pushed him under a leaky gutter.” 

Rindou smirked and took off his jacket, which he slung over his shoulder. "The pleasure is all mine. Good luck, Y/n.” 

They walked past you and towards their bedrooms, and Ran wished you good night in an amused tone. 

“Shit, not that again…” You muttered and continued towards your room. 

The closer you were to your goal, the more clearly you heard the curses coming from the pink-haired man's mouth. He didn't go to his bedroom, but to yours. 

You went inside and looked around. One of the nightstands next to the bed was open and there was a mess on the desk that you were sure you hadn't made. Someone was looking for something in it. 

You sighed, closed the door and headed towards the bathroom. 

“Haruchiyo?” You called out quietly, looking inside. 

There were several towels thrown from the cabinet on the floor, and a completely soaked man was leaning against the sink. His hair was a complete mess and stuck to his face and neck. He held an open pill bottle in one hand. 

“Haru?” You went inside but didn't come any closer. 

This time he responded to the name you said and lifted his head to look at you from the mirror. He was angry, very angry. You stood in silence, waiting for him to speak. 

“I'll kill them one day.” He said, trying to make his voice sound happier, but he was shaking too much. 

“I heard about that stupid joke…” You looked down and noticed that Sanzu was standing on the bare tiles, completely barefoot. “You'll catch a cold. At least stand on the rug.” 

"I do not care." He growled and poured three pills into his hand, which he immediately swallowed without any problems. “Stupid fucking joke. Funny as hell.” 

You hesitated for a split second, but went into the bathroom and grabbed one of the towels that were left from the cabinet. “I'll run you a bath…” 

“Am I not wet enough?” He asked you coldly, turning to face you. 

You gave him a quick glance and placed a towel on a low stool before running hot water into the tub. “Lavender or rose?” 

Sanzu stood silently for a moment, throwing daggers from his eyes at you, but after a while he sighed and began to unbutton his shirt. “Lavender, please.” His voice was quiet, but still filled with anger. 

You poured some oil into the water and made foam as usual. You stood up and walked past the half-naked man out of the bathroom. “I'll get you some clean underwear.” 

When you entered the bathroom again, Sanzu was already sitting in the tub, the water running for a while before turning it off. He leaned back against the edge of the bathtub and let out a long sigh. 

“They're going to finish me off one day.” He said quietly, looking up. 

You sat down next to the tub and leaned on your hand, just like Rosie did the night before. 

“You know what they are like. They have to tease someone every once in a while.” 

“And that someone always has to be me, hmm?” Sanzu muttered, looking at you. 

How much did you took today? 

“I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.” You said quietly and the man shook his head. 

"You have nothing to apologize for. I should have known better, I let my guard down.” He reached for a sponge and started washing himself. You watched his movements for a moment, admiring how his muscles worked under his fair skin. Suddenly he turned his head towards you and his hands stopped moving. “Why are you watching me like that, huh?” 

“Because I like looking at you.” You said honestly and brushed the wet hair from his forehead. “It calms me down.” 

“You're crazy.” He mumbled and resumed the washing process. “And perverted.” 

“I'm not crazier than you... And you're the one who often parades around naked in front of me, so who's perverted here?” 

“I can walk around with my ass bare whenever I want, wherever I want, and you don't have to stare.” 

“It's not my fault it's something to look at.” You shrugged and Sanzu splashed water on you. He looked at you defiantly, so you stood up and, placing your hands on his bare shoulders, pushed him under the water. 

You released him almost immediately and Haru quickly sat back down, sputtering water. “You really... *cough* are going to get beat today! *cough* I'll kick your ass! You'll see, L/n!” 

You grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured little bit into your hand before starting to wash the angry man's hair. 

"Anything you want." You said calmly, gently rubbing his scalp. 

Sanzu grumbled something else under his breath, but you couldn't understand his words. You left the lather on his head and started massaging his neck and shoulders, which made Sanzu go silent and start to relax again. 

"You are horrible." He hummed softly and you picked up the shower head. 

"Close your eyes." He obeyed you and you rinsed the shampoo from his hair. You applied some more conditioner and after a while you started drying his hair with a towel. 

Sanzu's eyelids fluttered open and his dilated pupils immediately found yours. The drugs didn't seem to have stimulated him as much as usual, so apparently whatever he had hidden in your bathroom cabinet was having a calming effect. He was tired, very tired. 

“Can you get out of the bathtub?” You asked quietly and the pink-haired man snorted. 

"Of course I can. Who do you think I am, Y/n?” He stood up and carefully left the bathtub. 

You handed him a new towel and he started drying himself with it. When he finished, he put on clean underwear and poked you in the chest with his finger. “Tonight I'm sleeping at your place. Stick to your side of the bed.” 

“The whole bed is my side.” You said a little louder and he answered you from the bedroom. 

"Not today." 

You laughed to yourself and started cleaning up the mess the pink-haired man had made. You pulled his keys and wallet out of his soaked pants and placed them on the counter of the locker. 

You drained the bathtub and took a quick shower after undressing. 

Dressed in pajama pants and ready for bed, you turned off the bathroom light and returned to the bedroom. Sanzu was already lying under the sheets and yawning. 

“Lock the door.” He said quietly and despite your surprise, you followed his instructions. You bypassed the bed and drew the curtains on the window, making the room dark, and the only source of light was the night lamp on the unoccupied side of the bed. 

You slid under the sheets and looked up at the ceiling. This wasn't the first time you'd laid in bed next to Sanzu... But until now, the conditions were a little different. Usually, he was high and laced with alcohol, and you were almost completely drunk. But this time... 

“How did you do today?” The man asked quietly. 

“I brought Kakucho back into this case and started working with Mochi.” 

"Seriously?" Sanzu lifted his head from the pillow to get a better look at you. 

"Yes. I think we're on the right track. We already have three suspects. Including one… let's say confirmed.” 

“Akira?” He asked, turning on his side and propping himself up on his hand. 

You looked at him and nodded. “Akira.” 

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered. “Almost nothing has moved for us.” 

“So let me tell you something…” Sanzu turned his bright eyes on you. “Akira and Sato are connected. That bitch from the club… Akira sold her to Sato.” 

Haruchiyo blinked a few times, perking up slightly. “You're talking nonsense, aren't you?” 

"Nope. That's what Yata said. You know, the young one I brought here.” 

“Do you trust him?” 

“Kakucho and Mochi trust him.” You said and Sanzu nodded slightly. 

“I will tell it to Ran and Rindou tomorrow.” He sighed and changed his position again, resting his head on the pillow. 

There was silence for a while, so you turned off the lamp and closed your eyes, thinking that Sanzu had quickly fallen asleep. Sometimes it happened to him when he was on drugs. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes, Haru?” 

“How the fuck is it possible that your bed is more comfortable than mine?” 

“Because I don't bring whores to mine as often as you do to yours.” You replied without thinking and the pink-haired man elbowed you in the ribs, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Fuck…” 

“Mean bastard.” He grunted in annoyance, and you laughed softly. “And what are you laughing at, you idiot?” 

"I love you." You said quietly and closed your eyes again. “Good night, Haru.” 

He didn't answer you, but he moved, changing his position once again, and soon his longer hair tickled your chest and something warm and soft was pressed lightly to your lips. He kissed you... 

Sanzu started to pull away, but you grabbed his neck and pulled him back to kiss him again. You could clearly hear a loud heartbeat and you weren't sure if it was yours or his. After a while, you let him pull away and lie down. 

"Mean." He mumbled and turned his back to you, pulling the sheets almost to the top of his head. "Good night." 

"Good night." Your voice was quiet, and you listened to his breathing, which mixed with the sounds of the rain that had calmed down. After a few minutes, you noticed that Sanzu had already fallen asleep... You closed your eyes and let sleep take over you too. 

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[catchyhuh]

Sometimes what people wear as pajamas is a weird indicator of personality so... What’s your opinion on their pajamas?

it took less than a second for me to go “how do pjs indicate personaliOhhh wait yeah that does make sense” as I realized I was folding up multiple adult size cartoon character onesies for my own pajama drawer. let’s get into it BUT UH DISCLAIMER i mostly talk about patterns in canon i’ve noticed with just… tiny personal thoughts in here. less headcanons more breakdown. NOW let’s get into it

lupin:

two modes-- soft, fuzzy button up set, or just his underwear. somewhat depending on weather, DEFINITELY depending on mood. i mean you don't wanna get COLD and he got those nice purple heart pajamas with an actual, legal purchase, so it'd be stupid to waste them ALL the time!

there could be a joke here about how he’d probably just sleep naked if the gang weren’t constantly groaning in annoyance, throwing pillows at him begging him to put on some damn pants, but the reality is… he can’t really sleep like that. it’s uncomfy :( he tried :) but it’s uncomfy :(

jigen:

you aren't ready for this. or you are. you likely are, given i had to choose between like 3 different pictures i have of him in fits like this

and i’m dead serious. big ass ankle length nightgown with matching cap. no, really. these are his actual pajamas. they’re comfy to him. i can’t fathom why, maybe the fabric is just equal parts breathable and warm, maybe he did this once for the bit and realized it was the best sleep he ever had, WHATEVER, these are his pajamas, and no amount of teasing by now will stop him from changing into these before going to bed

i have to respect them for committing to this bit, because you think, oh, he’s the coolest. he wouldn’t have lame pajamas. no he does. very lame. hilariously so. arose such a clatter type shit. nighty night scrooge

fujiko:

now, she would LIKE to say big, fluffy, fancy nightgown… but the texture feels bad scrubbing against your skin all night, so she usually just opts for a simpler nightgown. or, like lupin, just her underwear. obvious fanservice aside she’s clearly comfy bundled up like that so you show em how its done fujiko

no matter how cold it gets, she can never really sleep in pajama pants. shorts, maybe, but anything that reaches past her knees feels restrictive, hence why she normally just goes for the nightgown. she doesn’t even kick in her sleep idk why it’s such a big deal!

goemon:

i had to look through a bunch of stuff because i was like. wtf. what DOES he wear to bed. he can’t just be wearing his usual clothes all day and night, it would be uncomfortable. so i’ve come to the conclusion that these virtually identical clothes here are just made of a softer material, designated as goemon’s jammies

or he just. sleeps in his underwear. it really is comfsorry the mental image of the camera panning across three beds where they’re sleeping in their underwear vs jigen still rocking the victorian fit is killing me a bit

zenigata:

have you noticed he sleeps with his hat on more than jigen does. isn’t that fucked. jigen has a special sleeping hat but the alleged NON-hat-obsessed guy is the one sleeping in it. due to his… hectic routine, he never really has a default type of pjs. either he just sleeps in what he was already wearing (c’mon, man) or he’s packed like, some pajama pants, or (take another shot because this series loves this gag) just hits the hay in the heart print boxers. jigen really is a scientific outlier.

USUALLY if he’s bothering to actually change, it’s just the undershirt he’s already got on and some comfy pants, the kind you can get at like walmart for five bucks, so if he’s forgotten to bring them it’s no biggie. damn anon was right this IS a personality indicator!

BONUS YATA!:

as we have oft discussed, yata is a man we have all met at one point in our lives. so, yata has the basic boring man pajamas. t-shirt that’s too big for him but he forgot to return it, and seasonal pajama pants. the pants always seem to mismatch the season, he wore the snowflake ones during summer, and now he’s wearing the halloween ones in winter?

the shirt itself is also mundanely mysterious. nobody can really place the logo on it, and he doesn’t really remember where he got it from either. it doesn’t bother him too much until it’s pointed out to him

[shira-cosmic-star]

If you still write for K

Could you do Yata x a really girly Y/N who’s like a huge fan girl of his that follows him around during their free time and he usually ignores them but at one point of time they’re getting hit on and really uncomfy and he ends up saving them?

I’m so glad to have a request from another fandom 😭 I’ve waited for one since I’ve started writing! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this one!

Warning: cursing, violence, catcalling, harassment, stalking, and fluff.

(Y/n): Your name

(E/c): Eye color

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“There he is…Yata from Homra. He’s so cool!” (Y/N) told her friend as they were distances away from Yata and his best friend. Yata had just beaten up some guy for harassing a sweet elderly lady for her purse. The lady coos at Yata and pinches one of his cheek as in thanks. Yata blushes from the interaction and just sucks it up.

“And you like him why?” Your friend had asked you. “He seems aggressive and rude.”

“Yeah and he’s loud and always yelling. He has a foul mouth too.” The other friend added.

You and Yata seems to be opposite. You were a classic girly girl. Beautiful hair, make up on, nails done, dress super pretty. Yet, Yata was a skater boy. Baggy shorts, hoodie or a jacket tied around his waist, and a beanie on his head. You can even tell that his hair is a bit messy too. But that’s one of the things you like about him. You felt like he’s a loyal person, a great friend, and sweet guy.

You knew there was more to him than most people can see from the side lines. If only you can go up and talk to him. It was hard since you both live in different worlds. He was a “thug” and you were a “princess.” At least that’s what people have told you numerous times. Even your own friends.

“They just don’t get it..” you told yourself. You signed and turned to your friends. They weren’t really interested in the boy you like. So they were kinda talking to one anything as you were looking at Yata. After Yata walked away from where he was with his friend. You decide to go back to your friends and continue your hang out with them. Going shopping, eating at a café, karaoke and then you all went your separate ways to head home.

As you were heading home. You heard a noise. The noise came from the ally. It was getting dark and you knew better than to walk through it. But worried that it could cat. You entered the ally, slowly and cautiously. At the corner of the ally you see a stray cat. It was an orange cat, horrible matted fur, ribs are shown under the skin, sad little eyes, and a painful meow it was making. Your heart aches for the little kitty.

“Aw you poor thing. You look so sad.. come here. I’ll take care of you.” You had picked up the little kitty. The poor stray meowed as if it was begging you to help it. “You’re also covered in fleas too..” while examining the kitty. You headed back out of the ally. At the end of it, you realize a familiar beanie. It was Yata, he was head towards another ally. Curious as a cat, you followed him with the kitty in your arms.

Yata was on business, anything that can help him find out who had killed his friend. He didn’t realize he was being followed by a girl and a stray cat. Once he met his destination, he entered the building with a bat in his hand.

“I wonder what he’s doing here?” She asked while looking at the cat.

“Meow.” The cat responded, (Y/n) smile and and giggled.

“Well~ look what he have here~” a strange male voice was heard behind her. She quickly turns around to faced not one, but 5 men staring at her. They all had smirks on their faces as the chuckled to themselves. The lead of the group, licks his lips and whistled.

(Y/n) felt scared and disgusted. She was up against the wall as these 5 men surrounds her. She wasn’t sure what to do. Afraid and defenseless, the fear consumers her froze. Unable to move.

“Pretty lady, why don’t we all have some fun? We promise to take good care of you and go easy~” one of them says as the other laughs.

“N-no thanks, please leave me alone.” She said quietly, unable to speak louder.

“Aw come on, not need to play hard to get. It’ll be lots of fun~” the leader steps up and got closer and closer to her. (Y/n’s) eyes widen in fear as they swells up with tears.

“I said no!” She yells shutting her eyes as his hugs the cat closer.

“THWAK” A painful sound was heard.

“Ow..” one of the men was now on the ground. He now has a busted head and blood streaming from his nose. He was even seen without a few of his teeth. Standing in front of her was Yata.

“You heard her! She said no!” Yata swings his bat towards one them and hits them in the head. Knocking one down and out.

“Two down, three to go.” He calls, he then uses his skateboard to knock out two more of the men. Leaving one left, the men had grab (Y/n) and cat. Holding both of them hostage. (Y/n) screams, Yata turns around and grinds his teeth in anger. The man hold her hostage has a gun. So Yata had to act quickly. He managed to knock the gun out of his hand and rescue her. Beating up the last one, she was now safe and sound.

Exhausted from the fighting, (Y/n) cups one of his hands and smiles brightly. “Thank you so much!” His face instantly warms up from the blush on his face.

“It was nothing!” He said loudly, shy from the interaction with a pretty girl. Yata has seen her around and always thought she was pretty from distance. Now seeing her up close. She was more than just pretty. She was beautiful to him, perfect hair, perfect face, perfect smile, perfect eyes, just perfect all around. Yet Yata was bad at talking to girl so he never walked up to her and held any conversation. This got him teased by his best friend and the rest of Homra.

Now standing here with her. He was stumbling all over his words. His body was stiff, his face red from the blush, and steam coming out of his ears. Her head tilts to the side. “What’s wrong? Your face his red.” She worriedly said, he shakes his head and stumbles backwards to create distance. “N-nothing!”

“Well if you say so, how can I repay you? Maybe take you out to lunch? Or pay you with money?” She asked him, he wasn’t going to take money from her. It didn’t feel right.

“You don’t need to repay me..” He muttered, looking away from her. He found it hard to look into her beautiful (E/c) eyes.

“But I must repay you! At least left me take you out to eat!” She begs, he sighs and then agrees to it. Didn’t seem like she was backing down so they both later on met again for a date. This was a start of a cute relationship blooming.

———————-𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓔𝓝𝓓——————

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[Gakuen K] Extras Translation

Snowball fight in the Red club

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Kusanagi: Yata-chan, it's unusual for you to hum. Did something good happen?

Yata: Hehe. A bit.

Saya: I wonder what it is…Did you wake up refreshed in the morning?

Yata: I-I-It's not like that! I mean, don't talk to me all of a sudden!

Saya: It's been more than 6 months since I joined the Red club…I think it's time for you to get used to me already.

Yata: S-Shut up! What's impossible is impossible!

Kusanagi: Oka-ay, let me get back to the topic. You won the lottery…no way. You're not old enough to buy a ticket yet.

Kusanagi: What on earth is it? Don't waste our time, tell us.

Yata: Hehe…It's snowing today.

Saya: …So it's about the weather?

Yata: Of course. What else could it me (meet)-…be? (He mixed up the words ある "to be" and あう "to meet")

Saya: Ah, you stuttered.

Yata: No, I didn't!

Kusanagi: Yes, it is, it's unusually snowy. …So?

Yata: So, that's what I said. That's all.

Saya: That's all?

Kusanagi: What the heck is that? I lost hope.

Yata: W-What's with that reaction! Snow is exciting, isn't it!

Kusanagi: Uhhh…, well, maybe a little? Even if it's exciting to the ends of hair, but I don't think it's something to put on airs.

Yata: Snow is super awesome. First of all, you can play with it by throwing it!

Saya: U-Uhm. That's right…

Yata: And you can do it from the house!

Kusanagi: By "house" you mean Kamakura (snow hut)? I don't think I want to live there.

Yata: And to top it all off, it's also art! The snow festivals in the north are as good as they look on TV!

Yata: Snow is amazing!

Kusanagi: …Sorry, Yata-chan. I have never had that much respect for snow.

Totsuka: Fuuu, so cold, so cold…Hey, look outside. There's snow everywhere.

Saya: Totsuka-senpai.

Kusanagi: Even if you didn't say that, we know. I mean, we were just talking about it.

Totsuka: And what was the talk about?

Saya: Yata-kun was telling us that he is in a good mood because of the snow.

Totsuka: Haha, I see. Yata, you are like a dog.

Yata: …Like?

Totsuka: You know, there's a children's saying "Dogs run around the garden with joy". It seems to me that if you replace the dog with Yata, there would be no problem.

Totsuka: Still, it falls a lot this year.

Saya: Is that so?

Totsuka: Ahh, I see. It doesn't ring a bell since this is your first winter on the island.

Kusanagi: I don't know much about the weather, but I heard that cold waves don't reach this island very often. That's why kids are so happy when it snows.

Yata: I'm not a kid!

Totsuka: High school students are still kids. So, why don't we all have a snowball fight?

Yata: I agree!

Saya: Me too!

Kusanagi: I'll pass.

Totsuka: Eh, you aren't going to join us, Kusanagi-san?

Kusanagi: Sorry. I don't want to get out of the warm place.

Yata: I'll call Kamamoto. I'll make him participate even if he refuses, even if I have to drag him along!

Totsuka: It's okay if he refuses, there's no need to force him to participate--. He's gone.

Saya: It looks like Yata-kun is very happy to be able to play in the snow.

Totsuka: It seems like he is. King on the other hand…

Saya: He seems to be sleeping in the corner. Do you want me to wake him up?

Totsuka: Umm, no thanks. I can't imagine King getting excited about snow.

Totsuka: It would be hard for him to sleep in the snow if we wake him up and take him with us.

Totsuka: Well then, let's go outside and wait for Yata and the others.

Saya: Okay!

Kamamoto: So cold… Yata-san, let's go inside.

Yata: Go inside? We're playing now! What's that stupid fat of yours for?!

Kamamoto: At least it's not for snowball fights.

Totsuka: If you move your body, you'll get warmer. So, it's a team showdown: me and her against Yata and Kamamoto, is it okay?

Saya: Yeah!

Yata: No problem.

Kamamoto: L-let's hurry…

Totsuka: Okaay. Time limit is 5 minutes. The one whose clothes do not get wet wins.

Totsuka: Okay, let's start. Let's have--a fair fight!

Totsuka: Hide in the shadows there, hurry!

Saya: Okay!

Kamamoto: I won't let you do it…Whoa!

Totsuka: Now that was a decoy strategy. Thanks for falling for it, Kamamoto.

Yata: Tch…If things continue as they are, we will lose. We have to give it our all.

Yata: Eat this! Yatagarasu Snowball Special--.

Kusanagi: Here, look. There's snow on the ground.

Mikoto: Yeah, it's piled up pretty well.

Yata: Eh! No way, seriously!? Mikoto-san, please move out of the way!!!

Mikoto: Eh?

Totsuka: Whoa- straight to the face…

Saya: Yata-kun…

Kamamoto: He really screwed up…

Yata: M-Mi-Miko-ko-ko…

Mikoto: …Yata.

Yata: Y-Yes!

Mikoto: Ha. That's a nice pitch, isn't it?

Yata: S-Sorry!!

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I Hear A Sweet Voice Calling: Ch 4

first of all, thank you @tiredcatiwannaslep for beta reading as the chapters come out! 🙏🙏 (Also they have some really nice Lupin fics to read)

WARNINGS: NSFW 🔞, Graphic depictions of torture, bodily harm, r-ape, and mental distress. Proceed with caution. 6,666 words

Yata awoke with a start. The last thing he remembered was being taken into a room and having a needle jabbed in his arm, but there was something else that was missing. Something really important.

Yata gasped, "Inspector!" Bits came flooding back. The market. The fight.

"So you're finally awake."

Yata turned his head to the voice, the movement making him feel a little nauseous. It was Inspector Zenigata.

They were in an entirely new room now. It looked like it was a cellar. This was definitely larger than their previous accommodations, but in exchange for quantity they lost quality, it seemed. The floor was dirt, the walls were crumbling slate that had looked like they had been painted once, half-heartedly, many years ago. The cathedral ceiling exposed its weathered rafters, and there were a couple of columns spaced evenly throughout the room, supporting weight bearing beams. Not a single window was in sight, and the only exit was one door at the top of a flight of rickety old “L” shaped stairs. And to top it off the air smelt stale and musty.

"I was starting to get worried. How're you feeling?"

"Fine except my head's.... not pulsing… not pounding..." Yata paused a moment, trying to find the word that matched what he was feeling, but the right word just skirted around his brain, and he simply couldn't catch it. "Who are these guys?"

"My guess is that they're some yakuza or mob I've pissed off. I'm not sure what they want, but I do know they intended to grab you to get to me. Eventually. I don't think they've figured out that they have the genuine article yet, but they are suspicious. We shouldn't stick around to let them find out either." The Inspector eyed Yata again. He looked slightly confused, like the detective was just told to solve a nonsensical riddle, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes sir, got a few knocks giving you back up… I'm alright, sir," Yata's face hardened, "Looks like they roughed you up good."

"Oh this?" Zenigata sounded casual, "This is nothing. I've had worse." The sad part was that it was true. The things Lupin put him through over the years prepared him for anything. Or so he thought.

Yata's blood boiled at the same time his heart sank. How could he say that those were nothing? What has he endured worse than this? Who would dare to even consider doing such things? Why?

The Inspector looked away, Yata got that look again, and when he got that look, that mouth of his spat fire with absolutely zero filter applied. The subject needed to be changed, he decided, before Yata could spout off on God knows what, "We need to find a way outta here. What are your hands tied with?"

Yata shifted. He felt his wrists behind the chair with his fingers, "Rope."

"Just your wrists? Are they connected to the chair?"

"Um... no. I can't really move my ankles either."

"Hmm." The Inspector was tied to a chair as well, except his chair had arms that his own arms were tied to, his legs were tied to the chair's legs, and there was an extra piece of rope that tied his waist to the lower back rail then looped back around to secure him to the seat.

"Do you think you can wiggle an arm free?”

“Maybe? I think so.” Yata's binds were snug but poorly knotted, he could slip out of them with time.

“Good. We can play that to our advantage. I'll create an opening so you can knock the guard out."

"How are you going to do that?"

"Just wait for my signal."

"What signal?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

There was a long pause as the dots connected, "You don't have one, do you."

"Nope."

Just then, the door opened. Ox and two new thugs walked in. Not a word was uttered as they descended and went straight to Zenigata and Yata. One thug positioned himself behind Yata. Ox and the other stood in front of the Inspector.

"If you resist us in any way, the kid might not live." Ox sneered as he waved a finger in Yata's direction.

The brawny one put Yata in a chokehold, constricting his elbow just enough to make Yata's face flush. A satisfied grin crept on the gorilla's wide face when he felt the detective's skin break out in a cold sweat.

"Alright. You've made your point! I won't resist, dammit." The Inspector half-grumbled. He tried to disguise his apprehension, but the anxiety nipped and bit away at him.

The gorilla met Inspector Zenigata’s alarmed expression and raised an eyebrow, looking even more smug than before. He tightened his hold. The boy's face turned beet red. A squeaky gurgle escaped his windpipe. His eyelids sank till they were barely slits, and what little pupil that did show was hidden behind the moisture that was being squeezed out of him.

The Inspector snapped, panic consuming him, "LET HIM GO! I GAVE YOU MY WORD!! I WONT RESIST! LET HIM BREATHE YOU GODDAMN BASTARD! DAMN IT! PLEASE!!!" His voice cracked in desperation.

Ox nodded his head, and the brawn released enough to let air pass through. The young boy shoveled air so deep and so fast his lungs ached from the intake. Zenigata closed his eyes and sighed in relief.

The other lackey and Ox untied the Inspector's wrists from the chair, and like lightning they seized his forearms, anticipating a fight, but the man they held didn't move an inch. Cautiously, they repositioned their prisoner's arms, allowing Ox to fasten new binds around his wrists, practically fusing them together.

As he finished, Ox stared Zenigata dead in the eye. "Now we're going to untie your legs, and if you so much as cough, my friend will kill your friend."

"Whatever you're planning. I swear you definitely won't get away with it."

"Is that a threat?" The gorilla behind Yata asked, tightening his hold ever so slightly.

"No." The Inspector replied quickly, "It's a promise I—" he was interrupted when the brute picked Zenigata up and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It took every ounce of his self-control not to struggle against the mammoth of a man and instead ground his teeth. A few frustrated tears slipped down his cheek. He hated this. He hated them. He hated everything about this whole situation.

The brute carried the Inspector over to where a chain and pulley system was fixated on one of the rafters. The other thug took the hook at the end of the chain and hitched Zenigata's bound wrists to it. He then hoisted Interpol's officer off Ox's shoulder and suspended him three feet off the ground. The Inspector tensed his shoulders and kept his elbows bent and apart, trying his best to stay in an active hang. The brute grabbed two lengths of rope and tied his feet together then did the same to Zenigata's knees.

"I'm a man of my word. So believe me when I tell you I will personally arrest Every. Single. One. Of you bastards, and make sure you're locked in cells so deep you'll never see the light of day again." Inspector Zenigata's voice rumbled so low and with such fire that even the devil would have been shaking in his boots.

"Who do you think you are? You are in no position to talk threats. You can't escape. You have so much fight, and look where it's gotten you. Nowhere. You're gonna to stay here. You're gonna take what's dished. No one knows you're missing. No one's going to come to your rescue. You're stuck here, to be our playthings for as long as we like. If you behave, you might even live a little longer. So do your friend and yourself a favor. Give. Up."

Zenigata took a deep breath, holding it for a second before he growled in the brute's face, "Unfortunately for you, I'm bad at giving up."

Ox's mouth twisted into a snarl before he spat, "Let's go!"

The ape behind Yata looked hesitant. He cast a glance down on the young detective, twitching his sculptured forearm indecisively.

"MOVE IT ARNOLD!" With that, Ox stormed up the stairs and left the decrepit place, slamming the door behind him. Arnold finally let go and followed the last remaining thug out with a disappointed huff.

The silence left in their wake was thick and heavy, the only sounds to break the air being that of the Inspector's binds creaking and his concentrated controlled breaths.

Excruciatingly long, pregnant minutes eked by.

"Inspector Zenigata?" Yata's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?" Zenigata tried to sound casual and attentive.

"I-I'm sorry, sir."

"Wut?" The Inspector sounded incredulous. "What for?"

"If I had been a better detective, a better officer of the law, none of this would have happened. When I came to give you the keys and saw what was happening, I got a couple of shots off, but I missed. If I had better aim, they wouldn't have gotten close enough. Had I been more diligent in my hand-to-hand combat training, I could have taken out those guys who ambushed you. I'm so sorry, sir. I don't, I don't know why I missed. This is all my fault. If we make it out alive, I promise to be better. At everything. Sir. I'm… sorry."

"None of this is your fault, Yata." The Inspector consoled with a grunt, "ur already a diligent detective. You're quick to learn and dedicated— although a little oblivious at times... and rash. And you don't know when to shut up, but, uh, that comes with experience. I couldn't take those guys out—and that's with years of training. Don't let one mishap get you down. Even monkeys- fall out of trees."

"But—"

"None of this happened because of you, dammit!"

Yata looked at the Inspector suspended between heaven and earth. He saw his arms were beginning to shake as he fought to keep his elbows apart.

"I'- Didn't mean... "

"...." the younger man simply looked like their prison, solemn.

Zenigata took a shaky breath in, then slowly exhaled, "So what is this?" Yata's brow furrowed.

"Are you- responsible for this?" The Inspector clarified.

"No."

"No, what?"

''I am not responsible for this."

"Say it again. Clearly."

"I am not responsible for anything that’s happened." Yata said the words, but his heart didn't believe them.

"Right. None of this is because of you." He strained a smile.

Technically speaking, he was the whole reason any of this happened, but the good Inspector wasn't about to tell his protégé that. Yata was barely keeping it together as is. It wasn't that Zenigata was blaming himself either. It was more or less a fact of life that he knew came about because of his skills at delivering justice. Probably. He just felt bad that Yata had gotten mixed up in all of it. Maybe deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time.

The Inspector looked back at the officer he had taken under his wing not even a year ago. His head hung low, hiding behind disheveled bangs.

"Yata-" He didn't raise his head, "Look at me, Yata."

The young man did as he was told, reluctantly. Yata looked into the large, long-lashed eyes of his mentor, his voice caught in his throat, and tears threatened to fall.

"This is stupid," the boy spluttered, "There you are, strung up like some animal with who knows what done to you, and here I am in a chair with… minor- bruises. This is stupid! You don't deserve this! You don't deserve m– You deserve a much mor-"

"Shaddup." Zenigata cut Yata off.

"Huh?" Yata looked back at the Inspector.

"I said- shut up." The Inspector repeated. Yata had to have a concussion. The kid lost control of his mouth lots of times, but those were different. Those were usually when his honor or character was attacked, or it happened when he came to the defense of someone else, but even then, never to the point of crying. Not even in high-stress situations.

"If you keep thinking like that—ah—we'll never get out of here. So think about- literally anything else except our current predicament."

"Yes sir." Yata's face tinged red, and his lips pursed.

Without the distraction of conversation, Zenigata noticed it was starting to get uncomfortable to breathe. He felt like he should talk to help distract them both, but he didn't know what to talk about. And even if he did, he didn't have the air to carry on a conversation, so a dead silence settled like a dreary fog around them. Every second permeated into their bones. An eternity passed before the weathered timber door finally opened, letting in a smog that replaced the atmosphere with dread.

Diffenbaugh was the first to appear. He carried a thin, almost sheet-like lap blanket. Ox and Arnold followed behind. Arnold carried a whip and a hose. Ox carried a few different weights.

Arnold circled behind Zenigata and connected the hose to an old spicket that was mounted on a pipe that trailed down the wall. Ox stepped next to the Inspector and set the weights beneath him, then went over to Yata and pulled a long swathe of black cloth from his pocket and tied it around the boy's head, completely blinding his eyes.

Diffenbaugh lingered to the side as he watched Ox finish his task, "Ox, do the smallest first."

Ox looked at Diffenbaugh and gave a small nod. He went back to the weights, took the lightest, and carefully kept it lifted in the air as he hooked it to the rope that bound the Inspector's ankles with a large metal 'S' hook. He paused for a heartbeat before he released it, letting the 12 pounds fall deadweight.

Zenigata involuntarily yipped at the weight. The sudden over-stretching of his spine and ligaments was too much. His tired, aching arms collapsed. The rope around his wrists burned and dug into his skin.

Diffenbaugh directed the brute to stand outside. He looked behind his captive's suspended figure; Arnold had picked up the multi-tailed whip. The primitive weapon's leather plapped against the ground in practiced movements, the metal tips tinked against each other. Like a musician tuning their instrument, silence prevailed before the performance.

Arnold lashed the whip beneath the stretched shoulders. The metal tips tore through his shirts like tissue paper and slashed across the Inspector's back. The pain surged through him then receded, leaving behind a lingering sharpness that never dulled. Quickly the blows came one after another, long before his flesh had time to recover. Inspector Zenigata didn't want to give either of his captors any satisfaction that their torture burned like hell, but the pain was too much to bear. An agonized shriek ripped through the air.

"INSPECTORZENIGATA!!" Yata blurted out, realizing all too late what he had done.

"Inspector?" Diffenbaugh said more than asked.

Another strike hissed through the air. Yata heard the Inspector's scream mingle with the sound of multiple little thwacks ripping through his mentor's skin. The entirety of Yata's slim frame stiffened and braced as each whip crack sounded. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled down. The black blindfold absorbed each droplet.

Diffenbaugh moved to the front of the detective, and bent down, narrowing his gaze as he scrutinized the officer behind the blindfold. Yata's brow was furrowed, his mouth was set hard as if biting his words, and his chin scrunched with shame. Or was it frustration? The man couldn't tell.

Diffenbaugh looked to the Inspector whose blood began to soak through his shirt, "It seems I was correct."

He changed his focus to the whipper, "Arnold. Keep our guests entertained." And with that the man abruptly and briskly left the abysmal room.

Yata wasn't sure exactly what tools they were using on Inspector Zenigata, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know either. Yata was scared. He was so scared he thought his heart might explode. He was scared of what was being done to the Inspector. He was scared of what more they might do. He was scared that he was there. Of what else might happen. But he wasn't going to stand by and do nothing. He had to do something. If nothing else, he had to help the Inspector. At best, escape. At worst, give his superior a break. Even if that meant... even if that meant he had to endure some torture himself.

Another crack of the whip tore across Zenigata's back, "Why don't you just leave him alone, you big lug!"

"Yaataaa-" the Inspector warned in a weak grunt.

"People like you always pick on smaller people. What happened to that, huh?"

"Yata don't HNNNNAAA—" Zenigata was cut off by the whip, and the world blinked away.

"What was that pretty boy?"

"I said, why don't you pick on someone your own size, pipsqueak!"

To hell with the Inspector's nonexistent plan; Yata couldn't stand it anymore. He had only been assigned to Inspector Zenigata for eleven months, but when you spend every waking hour with a man who has such a strong sense of standards, character, and justice, it's impossible to not get attached. If he can just get Arnold close enough to—to what?

"I should pick on smaller people than me? You got any suggestions? There's only 2 of you here." Arnold paused for an uncomfortably long moment before Yata heard him slowly walk in his direction.

Oh crap, what was he going to do? Time was running out to think of a plan. Yata's mind raced so fast it went blank; he wanted to take the gorilla out, but he didn't know what he could do. So he tensed. If the Inspector can take it, so could he.

Thick fingers combed through the young officer's raven hair, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss. Disgust mixed surprise filled Yata's mind. He was prepared for pain, but not this. This was altogether repulsive. The kiss quickly became greedy as the thug forced his tongue past Yata's unwilling lips.

He struggled against Arnold, protesting as he grunted his rejections through a clamped shut jaw. He tried to pull away, but the gorilla's hand was firm and unrelenting. Arnold's leg wedged itself between his thighs, and his shin rested on the chair, allowing his knee to just barely touch his crotch as he leaned more weight on it for support. A grip slipped onto his privates, firmly caressing them. Yata let out a yelp; Arnold took the opportunity to slip his tongue past the young detective's teeth. The detective tried to close his jaw, but the thug dug and squeezed his fingers into the hold he had on Yata's package.

The paw released his crotch only to unbutton his vest, untuck his shirt and unfasten his belt and his dark blue-gray trousers. The hand explored roughly before finding its way back down to his flaccid shaft. The gorilla's calloused hand groped and teased the soft flesh.

Tears soaked into the cloth that blinded the boy. This couldn't be happening.

A leathery thumb traced circles on the head. Please no no no nonono.

Arnold reached behind the detective's lower back with a loose hug and pulled the detective's hips to the tip of the seat, tilting him up. Yata couldn't hear anything except his own mind screaming.

The hand rotated to cradle his balls, gently fondling them and tapping a rhythm out with his middle finger.

The odor of sweat and smoke pummeled his mind as his inner thighs were slowly stretched further apart and the thick and heavy form pressed closer. He felt his blood rush downwards. A low moan escaped Yata's throat.

It shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't feel like this, It shouldn't—the hand returned to his member in a firm grip, stroking long and slow. He needed to think of something, anything else. He tried to imagine himself in those dingy record basements. Pouring over file after file, folder after folder, night after night.

His whimpers turned to airy little gasps. They caught in his throat as his chest hitched and heaved, torn between pleasure and despair. His face felt like a throbbing furnace, and his body poured sweat.

Arnold pulled away from the devouring kiss, lightly biting Yata's lips as he breathed heavily, "Weren't you told when you stand up to a bad guy, the bad guy stands up to you?"

The paw that clenched Yata's hair let go and slipped to the detective's throat. "What's wrong? You asked for it. You wanted this. Your cock is hard. You like it. You really like it, don't you, pretty boy?"

The ape's hands slid away as he straightened his posture. He manipulated his jeans open and flicked his erect dick out. A lewd, guttural groan slipped from Arnold's lips. He looked down at the bound and completely defenseless detective. His fingers teased his own dick, milking out pre-cum. His palm collected it and smeared it on Yata's shaft. Then he spit in his hand and smeared it on his own dick.

The gorilla swung his leg over Yata's upper thigh, steadied himself, and slowly, sensually began to buck his hips, dragging his junk across Yata's leg, rubbing his erection against the detective's hardness, and buried the head into the soft cotton dress shirt. His thrusts slightly quickened.

"Auuugh... yeees.... admit it....uuuuuuuuwwwe... you like it, pretty boy..." Arnold gave another satisfied moan into the detective's ear, "You wanted this. You deserved this."

Yata's back arched. His head tilted back, and needy gasps kept rising up in his throat. His pelvis lifted higher, begging for more. Was Arnold right? Did he want this? Did he ask for this? Yata did technically ask for it. He did get hard. And it did feel good. It felt really good. Perhaps Arnold was right. Maybe he did ask for this to happen.

"Aaawe.... You're gonna come..... " Arnold grabbed Yata's hair and pulled his head forward. He licked his own lips hungrily then Yata's. He traveled his mouth over the boy's face, biting his cheek. Jawline. Chin. Neck.

The gorilla stopped abruptly and unmounted the saddle he had made of the slightly younger man's leg and backed off only to quickly reposition himself between the detective's legs. He kneeled down and guided Yata's dick to his mouth.

Yata felt the ape's thick and heavy form down at his knees; calloused hands pushed his legs further apart, spreading the boy as wide as possible. A warm wetness landed on his helmet, gently sucking the tip. Oh God, it felt so good. The warmth completely enveloped his rod, sliding up and down, faster and faster.

His hips bucked by themselves. An intensity he had never felt before rose up in his member. He felt so much pressure. His legs and arms went numb as his groin and torso tingled and shivered. Yata's mind blacked out in his ecstasy, and he climaxed into the tonsils of his tormentor.

Arnold swallowed the load, the cum still spilling from the corners of his mouth back out onto the detective's dick. It twitched and pulsed, slowly coming down from the carnal high. The thug licked the remaining dribbles of semen from the shaft, making sure that not one seed escaped his tongue.

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Zenigata's senses slowly came back. Everything felt dream-like. Fireflies flickered about the room, dancing in his peripheral. His eyes wandered to watch them when he recognized his protégé, whose head was thrown back against the chair at an uncomfortable angle. Odd. Then there was a bulk between Yata's legs that rose. Wait, who was that? What's with the wide stance?

Reality sunk in a pool of mud, but the Inspector still couldn't believe what he was witnessing. An uncanny amount of pure unfiltered abhorrence sparked an inferno inside Zenigata as Arnold rumbled the most vile and disgusting sound of pleasured satisfaction. The scumbag shuddered, releasing his payload onto his protege's chest.

He hated this whole situation already, but this was something far worse, something he could never forgive.

The sleazeball took the lieutenant's wool peacoat and used it as a rag to wipe the jizz off his penis.

The weight that pulled at his feet burned, but it was there, adding an extra nine inches. If Zenigata could just swing the weight to that slimeball's head…. He began to swing his legs to and fro, taking aim, building momentum. The ropes creaked. The pain was harsh, but if it meant freeing the world of this gutter garbage, it was going to be worth it.

"You enjoyed that. You wanted that pretty boy. You came so fast. So eager. So loud. You were delicious, and you liked every touch I gave you. Your body, you, begged for everything I gave you. You wanted it, and you will beg me to give you more. Tell me, how do I taste?" Arnold took his two forefingers and swiped a glob of his semen from Yata's shirt and stuffed it inside the boy's jaws.

The Inspector ground his teeth. Luck was with him as the wretch of society's head lined up perfectly. Just another two swings.

The gorilla stood there, and began to laugh.

Just. One. More.

Arnold took another swipe of his discarded cream.

Zenigata thrust all the power he could muster and hurtled the twelve pounds of cast iron towards the scum's cranium.

Arnold leaned forward. The weight missed, and instead grazed his back. A surprised little yelp came from the thug. He reeled round.

A black blur flashed down in front of his eyes, then a sudden sharp pain throbbed through his foot that radiated up his leg. He looked down to see the kettle that had been hooked to Zenigata's feet was now on the vamp of his shoe. Arnold roared. His arm moved like lightning to free his foot from the agony of being crushed. He flung the kettlebell to the side.

The gorilla looked to see the Inspector swing towards him again. He charged, overruling the shattered bones in his foot. Arnold aimed down and missed as the Inspector crunched his legs to his chest. As gravity pulled Zenigata back again, he extended his legs back out and caught the vile creature by the shoulder, pushing him to the ground.

The Inspector repositioned his legs to stand on Arnold's wide shoulder. The gorilla stood up, and in doing so lifted ICPO's finest into the air. The hooked rope that had been taut, slackened. Zenigata couldn't feel his hands at all and his arms were mostly numb, but with gargantuan effort, he managed to lift his arms enough to unhook himself. The brawn beneath him suddenly shifted, making him lose his footing. On instinct, the Inspector moved his arms as if to catch himself, and in doing so hooked them around Arnold's neck.

The scumbag grappled at the bound wrists around his neck, trying to release the pressure off his windpipe. He swayed as he choked, slamming the Inspector off one support beam to another. Dirt and wood dust dislodged from the rafters and sprinkled down. Arnold stumbled about the cellar knocking and crashing against everything. The wall, the table, a pale. Much like a pinball in a pinball machine. Arnold gurgled. Each wobble became even more weak until finally he fell like a yew tree that was uprooted and pulled to the ground.

The Inspector laid still, taking quick sharp breaths through his teeth. This is what it must feel like to be a rock in a dryer. Slowly he inched his way up to Arnold's head. His back screamed in agony and his arms pricked and stabbed their way back to feeling. Zenigata pushed through the needles and knives to remove his bound hands from his torturer’s neck. He crawled to the side, each movement of his muscles, acutely reminding him of the brutality his back endured, and made his way to the wooden table.

In the scuffle the shoebox that held the various tools for their torture fell to the ground. He rummaged through it and found a knife. His hand trembled as he reached down and freed his bound knees and ankles. With the soles of his shoes, he steadied the knife and cut his wrists free as well.

The Inspector stayed a moment, gently running his fingers over his chafed skin. He wasn't out of the woods yet. He needed to get Lieutenant Yata out of here. Once they were back at headquarters, back to safety, then Yata could work through the ordeal, but until that happened, the mission was to survive and to escape.

He pulled himself to his feet and walked the short distance to his protégé, "Yata. It's okay, it's safe now... Yata? Oh, what have they done to you?"

Zenigata's heart broke when he saw everything all too clearly. More had transpired than he thought. He shook the boy's shoulders. No Response.

"Oh, Yata. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He was about to cut the detective's ropes when the uncomfortably familiar voice of Ox boomed on the other side of the cellar's door, "Arnold? You okay in there?"

Zenigata looked at the door that sat on top of the 'L' shaped stairs. The handle jiggled as the lock mechanism was fiddled with. He dashed to the stairs. Just as he crouched beneath its landing, the door swung open, creaking on its old wrought iron hinges. Zenigata gripped the knife he procured tighter. There was a brief moment of silence before the great bulk built like a draft horse thundered down the stairs, and raced past the Inspector's impromptu hiding place. Zenigata launched himself at the brute's back, clinging one arm around his thick neck, and the other that held the blade was flung ferociously to the front of the torso. It sliced across the barreled chest.

Ox grabbed hold of Zenigata's shoulders and hurled him to the ground. Zenigata scrambled to his feet, every muscle ached and burned, but his instinct for survival coupled with another rush of adrenaline, subdued any pain he had. He took a defensive stance with his feet spread apart, knees slightly bent, and his reflexes readied themselves for every move Ox made.

The brute's attention shifted to the whip that laid in the dirt. Zenigata positioned himself to block the view of the weapon. Ox shuffled to the side. Zenigata shuffled to match. They circled, each locked onto the movement of their opponent. Ox lunged towards the Inspector. Zenigata jumped back, narrowly missing the brute's hands, which were like meaty pickleball paddles more than anything else. The Inspector lunged forward as Ox retreated, taking a swipe at the giant. Ox may have muscle and overwhelming size on his side, but he was clumsy, slow, and was fighting a wounded animal that was backed into the proverbial corner. The knife lacerated the brute's palm. Ox retracted his hand, holding it up by the wrist. Blood trickled over his fingers and down his forearm. Fire flashed across his face, and in a visceral outrage he charged at the Inspector.

Zenigata stepped to the side, readjusted the grip of his knife to that of a hammer, and like a baseball player hitting a home run swung the handle's butt onto the brute's neck. Ox went reeling, desperately trying to catch his runaway balance. Zenigata scuttled behind the stumbling brute, hiked the heel of his shoe onto the brute's backside and shoved his leg out as hard as he could, propelling his attacker forward. The giant's uncontrolled momentum sent him crashing into the foundation. Chunks of rock broke off from the ancient wall and fell on top of the boulder-like back. The Inspector pounced upon Ox immediately, and pounded the butt-end of the knife against his head. The brute let out a surprised cry. The brute moved, turning himself over onto his back.

Zenigata repositioned himself to straddle the mountainous bulk beneath him, and struck again. Ox may have been down on the ground, but was not defeated. He pummeled the beast's temples a third time. If Ox managed to stand, Inspector Zenigata knew this would be the end. Again the Inspector put all his might into his strike. At least the brute had the manners to look dazed. Again. A coldness grew in the Inspector's chest as he concentrated on each bludgeon. Again. He didn't even notice that there was a person underneath him anymore. His heart throbbed in his throat, and the vein on his forehead buldged even further. Again. He felt nauseous. A bitter taste flooded his paper-dry mouth. Again. The imagery of Diffenbaugh's injections flashed in front of him. Yata being suffocated by that scumbag. Arnold towering over his lieutenant, his student, his responsibility replayed over in his mind, on repeat. Again. The smell of fresh tangy iron filled the air. Something warm and slick seeped between his fingers, making them slip on the leather-wrapped handle.

Zenigata's vision melted back. In front of him, Ox's face was eerily peaceful. It was battered, bruised and blood covered. That same blood coated his knuckles. The Inspector looked at his shaky hands in horror. In an instant, the weapon became heavy like a sledgehammer. It slipped from his fingers, falling to the ground with a resounding thud. He backed away. Ox lay there propped against the wall; he couldn't tell if he was even breathing or not. He was no better than the ones that took him and Yata... Yata. Yata. He needed to get Yata. Get him out of here.

He moved to the chair that held the detective, but his mind lingered on the act he had just committed. The blood-spattered blade glinted against the dirt, catching his eye. He picked it up. As much as he wanted to leave the weapon there, alone and forgotten with all its weight, it was going to cling to his side for a long time, and the stains would never truly go away. No matter how many times it had been washed.

Inspector Zenigata circled to the back of his lieutenant's chair and cut the ropes that restrained his slender arms. He circled back to the front and loosened his ankles free. Gently he pulled Yata forward, cradling his head as he slid the slight man out of the chair and onto the floor.

Hesitation and regret tore at the Inspector's insides before he muttered profuse apologies. He took a deep breath before tucking the detective's package back in his pants, fastened the fabric closed, and zipped up the fly.

A faint whimper, barely even noticeable, came from the boy's lips. He finished buckling the leather belt before he looked at the young man's blindfolded face. Carefully he reached at the thick black cloth, and tugged at it, revealing his steel-gray eyes. They were far off, gazing somewhere past the walls of their prison, and they looked... lost. Tears streamed from his swollen eyelids, and mucus ran down his nose, his chin, and his neck. The Inspector firmly cupped Yata's upper ear with his palm, his fingers stretched to support as much of the boy's head as they could. A slight comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

"Yata," his voice cracked, "It's safe, you're safe. You're safe now."

The Inspector felt his own eyes suddenly water, his throat constricted violently and became sore. God, he tried to stop the bastard sooner. He tried. He tried his absolute best, but even that was still too late. The kid did not deserve this. For the love of his ancestors, he didn't deserve any of it. If only Yata wasn't so headstrong. If only he hadn't been trying to be the hero. If only Yata had listened to him. If only. If only. What was he talking about? All of these "if only's", it wasn't the kid's fault. He didn't do anything to warrant blame. There were so many places to lay blame, and none of them belonged to Yata. Was this the Inspector's fault? Their captors? The captor's parents? Society? Fate? Who knows. But Zenigata assigned the blame to himself anyway, he sure as hell thought he deserved it.

"It's okay, kid. You're going to be okay." The Inspector took the damp blindfold and wiped away the tears and snot from the young man's face and neck.

"You're going to be okay. How about we try and get oughtta here?" He brushed the detective's greasy bangs to the side. Zenigata stared at Yata, hoping for a response, but nothing came.

For a moment, he kept his tender hand reassuredly against the side of Yata's head, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but we don't have the luxury of time right now, but it's alright. I'll carry you. You'll be okay. You will make it out. Alright? I promise."

The Inspector slid his trembling hands away and picked up the rope that, not a minute before, had held the detective to the chair. He folded the length in half and slipped the middle underneath Yata's head, over his torso, weaved the two tails under his legs, back up the front, and tied the ends snugly behind his head. With the sling that made the young lieutenant a backpack completed, the Inspector laid his back against Yata's chest and reached one arm between a set of straps, then pushed his other arm through the other set. He grabbed hold of the detective's forearm and brought it firmly to his collarbone. Zenigata sucked air sharply through his clenched teeth as he rolled onto his hands and knees, his back keenly reminded him of his lacerations.

Slowly he rose to his feet, grunting as he readjusted his lieutenant more securely. He took a cautious, weight-bearing step as he leaned forward, making sure that the young man's full weight wouldn't be on the ropes. Now that the weight was pressing directly onto his back, he noticed his cuts didn't hurt as bad. Surprisingly, it actually felt somewhat soothing.

"How are you doing Yata?" He asked at the foot of the stairs. Inspector Zenigata half-swore Yata made a noise. Albeit a vague, a very vague, noise. The Inspector took in a long ragged breath before climbing the stairs.

It was a small mercy that Ox had accidentally left the door open, but it was one Zenigata was grateful for. He stepped through the threshold and a cold pale blue breeze wafted onto his face for the first time since this whole thing began. He paused, drinking in the freshness. It rejuvenated him, he felt a little stronger. And he felt like some, a little amount, of the sweat, dirt, fear and grime was wiped away.

Maybe they could make it out, after all.

~ end

The finalized version of this chapter will be on ao3 in 2 ish days. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3 https://www.tumblr.com/takeiteasyonmeimstilllearning/765159395238805504/i-hear-a-sweet-voice-calling-ch-3?source=share

Chapter 2

https://www.tumblr.com/takeiteasyonmeimstilllearning/764105999566159872/i-hear-a-sweet-voice-calling-ch-2?source=share

Chapter 1

https://www.tumblr.com/takeiteasyonmeimstilllearning/763291546227523584/i-hear-a-sweet-voice-calling-chapter-1?source=share

[trulytiredhermit]

Oh wait HAHAH.

I can't stop imagining that what if the reader is multilingual.

And then i thought about the reader cursing somebody out in like three different languages or more, switching to a different one in each sentence or paragraph.

I mean, they must have pissed the reader off really badly to take this treatment because like --

Reader : *Inhales, *exhales

Reader : Alam mo ba na hindi ka yata minahal ng magulang mo bwiset ka, WALANG GINAGAWA ANG TAO TAPOS IKAW--

It's even better since the reader probably told one of the Links about the languages so he knows, not all of them, what they are saying, especially the curses because he literally had to beg the reader to tell him about it.

Okay, I’m dying to know. But what did Reader say right there?!? I can only assume it’s gonna be funny as all heck. 😂

And we all know Reader is going to take FULL ADVANTAGE of knowing a language that the Chain and others don’t know.

The thing about one of the Link’s knowing what Reader is saying when they curse out a rude person. Brilliant, beautiful, I like it Picasso.

But which of the Links would it be???

I’m pretty sure I read about one of them having the ability to understand any language in their world and I reeeeaaally feel like it was Hyrule.

So maybe he’d understand what Reader says?

But for now let’s assume Hyrule doesn’t have that and Reader does have to teach a determined Link a new language.

Honestly, I feel like Warriors might actually be the one to understand Reader’s language more than the others.

The fact that he had to go through the War of Worlds and also most likely had somewhat of an education would make him more receptive to learning a new language. I just feel like he’d retain it more?

Time would also most likely have an easier time of retaining Reader’s lessons since he had to… remember a lot of things with Majora’s Mask (the man literally had to memorize people’s schedules to live okay).

However, with little brother Wind, who is just a ball of adorable trouble, he would DEFINITELY be begging Reader to teach him swear words in their language.

Reader obliges, not really since they just tell him how to say “I love you”, “You’re my friend”, “The sky is blue” just common things like that.

Time finds out and thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that Wind is just yelling random phrases at monsters that he thinks are swears but he’s really just aggressively saying hello.

But also, as I have heard with people being able to speak two languages, Reader forgetting how to say something to the Links and so they start describing it and then they just switch to their second language mid description. Suddenly the Link who understands Reader’s second language and was still able to listen to them just goes “Oh you mean this _____?”

And reader just blurts out “THAT’S THE BITCH!”

Like stuff like that, would just be funny.

But should the Reader ever get mad at the Chain and just start going at them in their second language? The Links learn a whole new level of fear.

Just the fact that they don’t knew what Reader is saying yet the also know that whatever it is isn’t nice and is most likely Reader cursing.

Then just only being able to go off Reader’s expression and gestures. The fear of the unknown man.

Meanwhile the Link who understands everything is either laughing their ass off to the side or also afraid, because no one wants to see Reader mad.

[ridiasfangirlings]

From a meme reference. A random man fall in love with Fushimi and try hard to confess him, but Fushimi like "Hell no!". I think its fun if the scene like a meme when Fushimi (at second floor dormitory) see that man appear with flower from the window and Fushimi just call Hidaka and Akiyama from his phone to throw the man out.

Fushimi now has an obsessed person stalking him, oh how the turntables etc etc. Imagine during some Strain incident he ends up saving a random guy and the guy is just smitten, Fushimi is so cool and gorgeous and can kill people with a look. The guy doesn’t know much about Fushimi besides that he works at S4 and has some knives but that won’t stop him, he wants to confess his love to Fushimi. Maybe he even tries to do it right there while Fushimi is giving orders to subordinates, walking up to Fushimi all ‘I just saw you and had to say something.’ Fushimi has no idea what this rando is saying at first but imagine his face just taking on a dawning look of horror and disgust as he realizes that another human is trying to give him a love confession. Fushimi promptly calls Akiyama over to throw the man out, civilians will just get in the way. 

Fushimi’s new admirer will not be deterred however, he will make sure the object of his affection knows it. Maybe the guy is actually a Strain too and can like walk through walls or has like the ability to make stickers on his hands so he can climb anything. He uses this power to infiltrate S4, Munakata and Awashima are elsewhere but one of the alphabet boys sees the guy and raises the alarm. Everyone assumes this is an attack, a Strain must be trying to infiltrate and hunt down Captain or something. Fushimi is just annoyed that his paperwork was interrupted, imagine him on the second floor debriefing Hidaka and Akiyama. Suddenly he sees the Strain, Fushimi reaches for a knife and then stops dead as the Strain holds out a bouquet of roses. Hidaka and Akiyama are both staring like ‘um…Fushimi-san…that person…’. Fushimi clicks his tongue and tells them to throw the guy out, Akiyama and Hidaka exchange a look and Hidaka cracks his knuckles because he saw Fushimi first okay, this guy has just made an enemy of every member of the Fushimi Crush club in S4.

[seciqua]

31th of October.

Sobrang blessed ko talaga to have you. You bring things I never thought I wanted, like hidden Christmas wishes na akala ko di matutupad. Parang magic kasi when you’re around, everything seems easier, lighter. You have this way of making the simplest things feel extraordinary.

Hindi ko usually hilig tumanggap, pero when it’s from you, iba talaga. You give without asking, effortlessly. You make it seem like it’s second nature to you, na kahit di ko hingin, you already know what I need. Your touch is calming, like it’s meant to soothe every worry away. With you, ang dali ng lahat, parang sunlight na hindi masakit sa mata. You’re a reminder of every bright thing in my life. I watch you in awe, like a kid wishing on a falling star.

You make me want to be selfish, gusto ko ako lang ang may alam kung gaano ka ka-special. The way you laugh at silly things, yung mga quirks mo, and how you hate being in the spotlight but still, you let me in. It’s like you have this hidden world that you’re willing to share only with me. I want you so bad, sobra. I’m willing to let go of everything for something only we can have. Selfish man pakinggan, pero di naman masama lalo na kung lahat tungkol sayo ay parang miracle. Out of billions of people, ikaw lang ang nagbibigay sakin ng lahat ng kailangan ko.

But it’s not just about that. Hindi lang kita gusto dahil we could be perfect together. Even if you say na mahirap, alam kong ikaw lang ang gusto kong ipaglaban. Not pushy, promise, pero ikaw lang kasi nagpapakita na posible pala. To win something worth fighting for, kahit isang beses lang sa lifetime. You always say you’re not good enough. Na hindi ka pang-seryoso, kasi lahat ng lumapit sayo nasasaktan mo. You see yourself as difficult to love, pero para sakin, you’re a challenge I want to take on. I swear, we can make it work. Hindi ko sinasabing walang mali, pero tatanggapin ko lahat.

I could teach you how to love well, and I’d always watch you shine. Tuturuan kita ng mga kailangan mong malaman, basta handa ka rin matuto. It doesn’t have to be now. Gusto ko lang malaman mo na ikaw ang gusto ko balang-araw. I hope you’re willing to wait, for me.

Minsan iniisip ko, out of all the moments we could’ve missed, ito na yata yung tamang panahon. Yung mga missed chances, let’s not let them go to waste. I want to experience everything with you, the ups and downs, the wins and losses. Kasi lahat ng yun, mas worth it pag ikaw ang kasama. I’ll carry everything that is you, and I’ll trust you like no one else. Pinky promise. Bitbitin natin ang lahat ng meron tayo, because I know it’s you and me against the world.

I’m so sorry, baby. I wasn’t able to write you a letter on October 28, 29, and 30 because I was really busy. 😿

[ayumicchi14]

GAKUEN K -WONDERUL SCHOOL DAYS-

Fushimi Saruhiko route

Event 13

Translation below

Neko: "Meals, meals, I'm happy~!"

Konohana Saya: "Wow, today's bento is looked delicious too. Is it Kuro-kun's handmade?"

Yatogami Kurou: "Yeah. Today's bento is Miso flavoured fillet tonkatsu."

Yatogami Kurou: "On the main fillet tonkatsu, I'm adding a rolled omelette with green beans and cooked with finely chopped katsuobushi. I made it glow into a balanced nutrition."

Konohana Saya: "You can make this kind of bento everyday... Kuro-kun is amazing! As for me, I'm just eating frozen food."

Yatogami Kurou: "No, it's not a big deal."

Isana Yashiro: "I'm happy that I can eat a lunchbox that made by Kuro with care."

Yatogami Kurou: "Oi, bastard. I'll chop you into pieces."

Neko: "Lunchbox that made with care is delicious~!"

Konohana Saya: (Neko-chan, looks like she don't know the meaning of lunchbox that made with care is...)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Oi, come to the club room in 5 minutes. There's a call."

Konohana Saya: "Eh, in 5 minutes?!"

Konohana Saya: (It's too sudden... what should I do...)

-I'll come right away (★)

-Please wait a minute

Konohana Saya: "I understand. I'll come right away."

Neko: "Huh? Gohan, you're going already? What about your meals?"

Konohana Saya: "I'll eat it when I come back."

Isana Yashiro: "Blue club is busy as always huh."

Konohana Saya: "Yeah. But it's a club that I chosen myself, so I'm off okay."

Neko: "See you~! If you're not going back sooner, I will eat Gohan's meal."

Yatogami Kurou: "How could you eat someone else's lunch meal like that!"

Konohana Saya: (I hope that the bento has left over...)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "It would be better if you're going back quickly."

Konohana Saya: "....! Y-You're right!"

*in club's room*

Konohana Saya: "Thank goodness that we made it in time."

Konohana Saya: "Akiyama-senpai, good afternoon. It's rare to have a call in lunch break."

Akiyama Himori: "Ah, maybe for you it's like that."

Konohana Saya: "What do you mean?"

Akiyama Himori: "How can I put it... it's like a feature of the seasons."

Konohana Saya: "Feature of the seasons?"

Munakata Reishi: "Looks like everyone is here. Well then, let's get started."

Munakata Reishi: "July is here, and summer holiday will soon be upon us. Motivation of students in this period is easy to get slacken and there's no little who turned into a delinquent."

Munakata Reishi: "And for the warning, after school, we're going to manage the students all at once. Everyone, please get ready."

Munakata Reishi: "Also, I prohibited you all to tell this to the other students without the authority. To the last, please bear in mind to not doing something without prior notice."

Munakata Reishi: "That's all I have to tell you. Well then, disperse."

Konohana Saya: (So the feature of the season that Akiyama-senpai said was about managing students all at once)

Konohana Saya: (What are actually we do for management, I wonder)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Oi, you are not going back to eat your lunch meal?"

Konohana Saya: "Oh, right! I'm going back first okay!"

*at HOMRA*

Konohana Saya: (Finally, it's after school time, but...)

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun, this is Red club's club room, isn't it? Is it not dangerous?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "But, this one is also within the school's jurisdiction. It's included in Blue club's field of activities."

Konohana Saya: "Well, it's true, but..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "The place that we're assigned to is here, so it can't be helped."

Yata Misaki: "You all are so noisy every single time! Whatever we do after school is our business!"

Akiyama Himori: "No. We can't let that."

Konohana Saya: (Ah, Akiyama-senpai came)

Akiyama Himori: "Because you all are having a precedent, so if you all don't want to obey..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "I'm the one who will deal with him."

Akiyama Himori: "Fushimi-san!"

Konohana Saya: (H-Huh! Fushimi-kun, he's beside me a moment ago, and he's over there now...)

Yata Misaki: "Heeh... Saru, so you're my opponent? Bring it on! I'll get a revenge for the swimming match!"

Yata Misaki: "Hyeaah!"

Konohana Saya: (The fire is coming here!)

Yata Misaki: "! Oi Saru! Don't involve a girl!"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "In that case, why don't you say yourself properly at the woman herself?"

Yata Misaki: "Damn! Oi, you, over there."

Konohana Saya: "Uhh, me?"

Yata Misaki: "Right! Uh, umm... i-it's dangerous so move..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "You're shaking too much. Oi, you can make a distance a bit."

Akiyama Himori: "I will take her. Come on, this way."

Konohana Saya: "I'm sorry, thank you."

*the fights continues*

Yata Misaki: "Kh!"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Ha! Don't you want to take a revenge on me? Hey, Misakii?!"

Yata Misaki: "You bastard!"

*bells chiming*

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch... Time up, huh..."

Yata Misaki: "Heh! As always you're nothing, Saru."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Even if you said in that exhausted state, there is no persuasiveness."

Akiyama Himori: "Fushimi-san, I have taken the record about Yata Misaki."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Hmph, after all he's just going into the black list like always. Let's go back."

Konohana Saya: "Ah, yes!"

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun, your mood is changed a bit when you're in front of Yata-kun."

Konohana Saya: "Usually, you wouldn't say much about things that would provoke someone."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "That's none of your business."

Konohana Saya: "Akiyama-senpai, do you know anything about it?"

Akiyama Himori: "I'm sorry, I don't know about the details."

Konohana Saya: "Is that so..."

Konohana Saya: (Maybe he's like cat and dogs with Yata-kun. It feels like the more they're fighting, the more they're closer)

Konohana Saya: (Is it an unpleasant things if I ask more? Maybe I shouldn't prying too much)

[itsuki-minamy]

"LOST SMALL WORLD" (NOVEL)

TRANSLATION & RAWS: NARU-KUN

PERIOD 3: 16-17 YEARS OLD

MISSION 3 (PAGES 242-246)

When he was looking at the two of them, as they entered the store and had a soft conversation,

"Kuoraaaaaa!"

Overwhelmed by the angry voice, he heard the scraping sound of the asphalt behind him. The moment he turned around, the proudly painted mark of "Homura" blocked the sky and flew over his head.

As if to push Fushimi who stepped back into the alley, Yata dove down with his favorite skateboard and landed.

"I've been looking for you, idiot! What the hell is going on? When I got back to the room, all your luggage was empty and you weren't answering your PDA, so I was worried!"

As soon as he jumped off the skateboard, he got angry and came over like a raging fire. Fushimi responded with a contrastingly cold look.

"Ah, I didn't answer because I broke my PDA. I'll move later. I'll move to the dormitory of "Scepter 4". That's all I came to say."

"Hey, what are you saying all of a sudden, to move out? Oh, was it because I told you to do it on your own? Look, I just got mad, oh, sorry. But even you are evil, huh?! What the hell is going on?!"

Yata's anger changed completely and he began to mutter in dismay. Fushimi let out a sigh that he's a busy guy and repeated it in a way that Yata could understand.

"Didn't you hear me? I said the "Scepter 4" bedroom. I'm going to go into "Scepter 4''."

With his mouth open, Yata was speechless. After a breathless emptiness, a look of disbelief spread across his face.

“Ah... Wait a second, why "Scepter 4"? Wait, I don't know what that means. "Scepter 4" are the ones in the blue suits, right? That's the clan of the King with glasses, right? Does that mean you will be under a king other than Mikoto? Do you understand?"

"Of course I understand."

"Well then, why?"

"Why? Don't ask me dumb questions... well, you're dumb. Even though you have special powers, you're just playing bully. "Homura" has gotten really stupid to me."

"You...!"

He grabbed his neck and shook his head.

"Are you going to abandon "Homura"?! Don't forget the kindness you received from Mikoto-san!"

Yata pinched Fushimi's lapels together and raised his fist. However, he gritted his teeth and released it as if he had changed his mind. He raised his fist and applied it to Fushimi's left chest.

"This is it, this mark that Mikoto-san gave us is our pride, right? Even if you have this engraved on your chest, why...?"

His voice cracking, he stuck his fist in to confirm the weight of the things engraved there. He didn't think he would feel anything, whether Yata was furious or surprised. He was so tired of that misunderstanding that he had no choice but to give up.

However, when he looked into Yata's reddish eyes, for a moment, really just for a moment, something, a tightness welled up in his throat. Idiot, he was the one who wanted to cry.

"Together we will fly far away. If I'm with you, I feel like I can rule even the world."

Where the hell did that vaguely satisfying time, in which they bumped their fists and nodded with foolish confidence, collapsed?

Where he placed his fist at that moment was not him, it was the mark.

If something had irrevocably changed because of that... fuck that mark.

He pushed Yata's shoulder away. He held his right hand in front of Yata, who was taken by surprise and staggered, and made his fingertips glow like a magic trick. Yata made a scared face and said, "What's wrong?"

He turned his hand towards himself and raised all four of his nails to hook his left clavicle.

There was the sound and smell of burning skin everywhere.

"What...?! Saruhiko...?!"

"Ku..."

He clenched his claws and scraped the hooked fingers down to the base of his clavicle. Sweat broke out from the intense pain, but he didn't stop. He did it until the mark was burned into his clavicle. He for a moment wobbled slightly, but he held on.

When he released his strength and lowered his hands, the flames on his fingertips died.

"Ah... your pride has been crushed, Misaki."

Along with the voice telling him to let the air out from the bottom of his lungs, the flames that had accumulated in his body seemed to pass through his throat and be quickly cooled by the outside air. It was kind of refreshing.

"What do you want to say...?"

Yata's shocked face gradually turned to anger.

"No matter what, I can't forgive you for that... just for desecrating it..."

Oh, Fushimi felt a strange sense of satisfaction, thinking that he was making a funny face. He was even disappointed that there was such a simple method.

After entering "Homura", he felt that the world had become a beautiful circle of friends, he was completely dissatisfied, and nothing was interesting.

That was like an anthill.

"You traitor... I will kill you..."

Yata's entire body was filled with bloodlust and flames ignited in his eyes.

(You said it yourself, so don't forget it, okay? Seriously, come here with the intention of killing me.), Fushimi thought.

Looking back now, he thought that he was unfortunate not to have had that opportunity until now, but if he and Yata were to fight as enemies, his powers would be at odds. If you let go, even for a moment, you will die.

In Yata's eyes, where the flames flickered, someone's figure was reflected.

It was him, an elementary school student in his pajamas, sobbing and lighting a match in front of a fish tank. When you pour fire into a gasoline-soaked tank, orange flames lick the surface of the nest, in an instant a violent column of fire appears with swirls of black smoke. When the fire alarm went off immediately and the alarm sounded, his little me stared at the charred ants and roaches with dark hatred in his eyes.

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[Gakuen K] Kusanagi Izumo Route: My feelings are real Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Red Club: MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Misaki: Hey, Kamamoto! How’d you like my special Christmas fried rice?!

Kamamoto: It’s delicious! But isn’t there way too much paprika and bell peppers in this?

Misaki: Don’t fret the small things, dumbass! It’s Christmas! Garnishing stuff with red or green is the norm!

Izumo: There's plenty of food here, Mikoto. Eat up before you head home.

Mikoto: Just eating doesn't make it any different from any other day…

Izumo: Oh? Wanna sing Jingle Bells then?

Mikoto: No thanks.

Ran: (Kusanagi-san’s going on with life as if nothing's happened…)

Ran: (What should I have done back then?)

Ran: (Do I really have to give up on my love for him…?)

Totsuka: You seem down. What's up? Food not to your taste?

Ran: Oh, no… I think it's plenty delicious.

Totsuka: Really? Then what’s with the glum look? Santa's gonna run and happiness is gonna flee if you keep that up.

Ran: Sorry…

Totsuka: Is it because of Kusanagi-san, by chance?

Ran: Wha-

Totsuka: Ahaha, bullseye.

Totsuka: I love you, you know.

Totsuka: Not just you. King, Kusanagi-san, Yata, and Kamamoto too. I love the members of the Red Club.

Totsuka: That's why I was happy for you two when I learned that you were both dating. Because the people I love have found love in each other, sharing in happiness and joy.

Totsuka: But, the truth in reality isn't as sweet. I can see that you're both hurting.

Totsuka: You guys got together because you loved each other, so what happened?

Ran: I… don't know. Kusanagi-san never told me the reason behind his decision.

Totsuka: And you're fine with that?

Ran: …

Totsuka: See, I'm the type of person who delves deep into things that have my attention. Once I jump, it's all in or nothing, and I won't leave till I'm satisfied and have all the cards.

Totsuka: I'd hate to have things that I'm being kept in the dark about remain out of reach forever.

Totsuka: The world is full of mysteries and wonders. And not even I or the Gods can unravel them all, but—

Totsuka: I believe that we can always reach out and unravel those closest to us.

Totsuka: If there's something you don't know, make it so that you are in the know. Don't give up on it till you do. Because giving up is equivalent to throwing away the future it presents.

Ran: (If there's something I don't know, make it so that I do, and don't give up on it…)

Ran: (But what would I even do once all the cards are laid out before me?)

Ran: (If I learn the reason why he hates me now…)

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Izumo: Ahh~ I'm beat… Really wasn't expectin’ clean up to take this long…

Ran: Kusanagi-san.

Izumo: Hmm? Oh, hey. It's you. What are you still doin’ here this late?

Ran: I was… waiting for you.

Izumo: Me?

Ran: You broke up with me when we went shopping last time. I'd like to know the reason why.

Ran: Because I still love you, and I can't accept it.

Ran: If it was something about me, or something I did wrong, then I'll try my best to change.

Ran: So, please. Tell me. Did I do something wrong?

Izumo: …

Izumo: You didn't do anythin’, it's me.

Izumo: I realized that I was startin’ to get too involved in the relationship.

Ran: !!!

Izumo: Despite me bein’ the one who said that I'd stick around because I wanted you to gain some self-confidence.

Izumo: I was casual ‘bout it at first, wantin’ to just stick around till the fledgling chick became a swan. Although, now that I think about it that was quite uncouth of me.

Izumo: I'd intended to let you go once you found someone you loved.

Izumo: But you were so cute, only growin’ more lovable as time passed. And the way you acted… seemed as if you really did love me.

Izumo: Before I realized it myself, you were all that I could think about.

Izumo: But, these are all just my selfish thoughts. You don't have to concern yourself with them.

Ran: Kusanagi-san… But, I—

Izumo: I'm sure you grew attached to me ‘cause I was always around you.

Izumo: Don't worry ‘bout it. You're cute, and with an illustrious personality to boot. I'm sure you'll be able to find a guy much better than me in no time.

Ran: I—

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Ran: I'm not settling for anyone else other than you, Kusanagi-san!!!

Izumo: Ran-chan…

Ran: And I'm serious about it. I really do love you. It isn't just puppy love or anything like that!

Ran: Because I already loved you before you even brought up dating!

Izumo: Wha…

Ran: That's when I realized that you didn't really see me as a girl.

Ran: But that was fine with me, as long as we got to spend time together…

Ran: But, surely, you do see me as a girl now, right?

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Izumo: …Yeah. That's right.

Izumo: No more. I won't let you go. Not for anyone; not for anythin’.

Ran: Kusanagi-san…

Izumo: I can be serious about you now?

Ran: Of course!

Izumo: I see. I won't hold back anymore then. I've given up on gettin’ over you.

Izumo: I have my own faults, but if you're willin’ to accept me… then I'll gladly reciprocate. After all, these feelings of mine— Well, they're as real as they can get.

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Next Scene: Late Christmas Present

[kazimakuwabara]

Cornered

Summery: Zenigata finds himself cornered by Lupin the third... he's normally not worried. But this time, it's different. (word count: 1k+)

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He's been helpless against Lupin the third before, and while Zenigata could agree it had made his heart race, he'd not felt such a heavy sense of dread in his stomach before.

As Lupin glared down at him coldly, Zenigata tried to think of his exits. It was his own damn apartment, so surely he had the advantage. If he could get up, perhaps he could charge forward and overpower Lupin. Then it'd be a straight shot out the apartment door. ...Though, overpowering Lupin in his current condition might prove too difficult.

There was no point in shouting, Lupin would silence him, and if anyone came looking, Lupin could do a good enough impersonation of his voice to send them away. He could perhaps roll behind the couch he was currently slumped on. There was a window and a fire escape behind him. It was the coward's way, but Zenigata could run. All his years of chasing Lupin made him pretty fast, so maybe with a headstart, he could be the one getting away.

He shifted his head, trying to check then Jigen leaned over the edge of the couch and grinned at him, "Hey there Pops."

Damn... Lupin brought Jigen. Of course, he did. Fuck!

Jigen grinned, his smile stretching, as Lupin's glare grew harder and colder.

Zenigata closed his eyes and sunk into his shoulders, trying to remember not to show fear. He wasn't afraid of Lupin! Adjusting himself on the couch, Zenigata lifted his chin, and keeping his tone calm, asked, "So... what brings you to my apartment."

"I think you know good and well, why we're here old man," Lupin said, a hard edge to his voice.

Zenigata's nostrils flared, and Jigen snickered near his ear.

Wetting his lips, Zenigata asked, "Goemon and Fujiko here too?"

"They're on the way with supplies. They'll be here soon," Lupin said, reaching inside his jacket.

Zenigata closed his eyes. Ah... this was it.

A vanilla folder with medical records, specifically Zenigata's medical records hit him in the face. Zenigata cracked an eye open and looked at the scattered papers, flinching. He knew Lupin had gotten ahold of it, had known as soon as he saw Lupin glowering's face. The injury he had hidden for a few days... was now out in the open.

"Are you kidding me, Pops? Really? You went to work with twenty stitches in your side and told no one about it!" Lupin snapped, his face colored with anger, "Didn't your doctor tell you to wait a few weeks? But Mr. Bigshot had to go back to work way too soon, and pop all his stitches taking out an assassin! You're lucky they're letting you rest at home!"

Jigen burst into a howl of laughter as Zenigata sputtered.

"I'm fine-" Zenigata started to protest.

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Lupin snapped, storming over.

Zenigata pressed into the couch, trying to slide down and away, even if he knew it was a useless gesture. Jigen caught Zenigata by his robe, a clean red one Yata had helped him into when he'd brought him home from the hospital.

"Oh no, Pops! You did the crime, you gotta face the music. Let Mama Lupin yell at ya," Jigen teased, delighted by the whole situation.

"It's my job to face criminals-" Zenigata tried to holler.

But today, Lupin the Third was louder than him, "Even ICPO lets their officers rest if they look like Frankenstein! How'd you even get the stitches in the first place? We only knocked you into a fountain, so it sure as hell wasn't from chasing us!" Lupin seized Zenigata's robes, and tugged them open, Jigen holding the Interpol agent in place so he couldn't resist.

Carefully, Lupin removed a bit of the medical tape, shifting the gauze, "They had to re-stitch you, and scrub you up again didn't they? You got antibiotics?"

"I'm fine! I'm not a baby!" Zenigata whined.

"You got antibiotics?" Lupin growled again.

"Yes!" Zenigata snapped, "In the kitchen! I already had some!"

"And why are they in the kitchen?! You shouldn't be getting up much, so they should be here on the coffee table near you!" Lupin barked.

"Yeah," Jigen agreed, surely chiming in just to irritate Zenigata further.

"I'm fine!" Zenigata grumbled.

Lupin huffed, glaring at Zenigata's put-out expression, before he grabbed Zenigata's legs. Firm and quick, he moved Zenigata into a lying down position, and started fluffing the older man's pillows, "I bet you've got extra stitches now! You'll be lucky if you don't have an infection with a fever later!"

Zenigata, now reclined in a more comfortable position, took a moment to relax. Laying back was more comfortable than sitting. His moment of comfort didn't last long, as Jigen was suddenly slapping Zenigata hard on his forehead.

"Hey, old man... Lupin asked how you got your stitches. And I'd like to know too. Spill!"

Heaving a heavy sigh, Zenigata muttered, "I'm a cop-"

"No shit Sherlock!" Jigen snorted.

"Pops, you better tell me before Fujiko gets here," Lupin warned, "or I'll let her get the information out of you."

Zenigata's head snapped to Lupin, who met his gaze with his own serious and stern glare. Zenigata sighed, and gave up, "Ah, someone tried to mug me."

There was a beat of silence, and then Jigen was laughing again. Lupin's lips were twitching, but he was doing a decent job of holding it back.

"So some small fry tried to rob you? Did they even know who you were?" Lupin asked, his voice a little shaky as he tried not to giggle.

"No. And I didn't see him coming because I was lost in Greece. Trying to find the stupid hotel Interpol set me up with," Zenigata grumped. He swatted Lupin's hand away,  who was still investigating his injury, "I'm fine!"

"You're a big fucking liar is what you are," Lupin snorted, "You wouldn't have told anybody if you didn't get reinjured two days later! I hope your boss chewed you a new asshole!"

"They would have taken me off your case!" Zenigata whined, feeling like a child in front of the people who were supposed to be his quarry... and were often time his allies.

"Yeah, for a few weeks!" Jigen snorted, "Now you're off it for at least a month, and probably more. Stupid!"

"You're lucky I'm sitting flush right now! I've got time to look after you!" Lupin tutted, getting up to go find a blanket for Zenigata.

"Yeah, thanks for letting us escape!" Jigen snorted, grinning down at Zenigata's outraged face.

"I NEVER LET YOU ESCAPE!" Zenigata hollered.

Jigen clamped a hand over Zenigata's mouth, "Ah, be quiet. You'll pop your stitches!"

A door opened and closed, and soft chatter started to flood the apartment. From around the hall, Fujiko's voice sing-songed out, "Lupin! Jigen? Is Pops awake?"

Zenigata pales, and Jigen grinned savagely down at the investigator's face, "Oh, you're a dead man Pops!"

Lupin, stomped towards the hall, answering Fujiko, "Goe! Fujikkkkkoooo! He's up, and you won't believe his stupidity."

Zenigata closed his eyes, knowing he was in for a tongue-lashing when Fujiko got in the room and caught sight of him. She'd scold him, and then probably find something nice he owned and steal it, "to teach him a lesson." He wasn't sure how his life had gotten so tangled up with these criminals, or how it had twisted into this strange little friendship, but someone upstairs, and maybe even in hell, must have been laughing at him!