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omegatheunknown · 3 years ago

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AEW ALL OUT 2021

In which, not to get ahead of myself here, AEW puts on one of the best major wrestling shows in several years*, following the simple yet effective principle of giving the people what they want and sending everyone home happy and hungry for more.

- The incredibly 'Nitro' ending of the go-home Dynamite, which ran a little long on the 'heels beat everyone up and strut around like assholes almost too in desperate need of comeuppance' bit, short of garbage raining into the ring, did actually increase the heat for both promoted matches. Again, not rocket science, but executed perfectly. Catharsis was on the card, and catharsis went over several times Sunday. - Again, it's time to move on from the Casino theme, shuffling the deck and drawing suits really only detracted from the Battle Royale and seemingly always throws the production crew a curve. If they haven't hammered it by now, it's not going to happen. - Bit unhappy about the PAC/Andrade situation, but still over the moon with Andrade's promo style and Chavito being unhelpful at best.

*Pre-Card

Best Friends and Jurassic Express v The Hardy Family Office and The Hybrid 2 (**) - Not usually much to say about a loaded-up multiteam boondoggle, particularly when the show has yet to begin, but there were some moments worth sitting up to take notice -- there's a lot of talent in the ring, even if Jack Evans/Angelico aren't going to be more than mid-level mooks, little matchups with guys like Luchasaurus and Chuck Taylor are opportunities for innovative/weird spots. - Really this match exists to show-off Jungle Boy, play his theme song twice, and work him in to the aforementioned spots. I don't rightly know what Jungle Jack's ceiling is, but it sort of feels like he's plateauing, at least this version of himself. - Dan Lambert thing is interesting in that it doesn't seem to easily lead to something obvious... I mean who are Scorp and Ethan Page feuding with by proxy here, the concept of contemporary professional wrestling? Orange Cassidy and Kenny Omega?

*Main Card

Miro (C) v Eddie Kingston for the TNT Championship (***1/2) - 'Redeem Deez Nuts' T-shirts now available -- and made immediately redundant now that Miro has graciously redeemed Eddie's nuts. - Imagine looking at Miro, listening to Miro talk, and not really being able to figure out this guy is money. Also imagine panicking when he took a little while to find his groove in AEW. 'The Redeemer' is both entertaining and terrifying, and this match delivered heavily on the promise of two big fellas smacking together repeatedly. - Not only does Eddie's arsenal of power moves target Miro's neck, he may also be quite difficult to put in the full reclined camel clutch. Or he'd quite literally snap in half. It didn't come to that. - Weird heel turn by Bryce's attention span and the overall weirdness of the finish is all that kept this from being an excellent match, otherwise this was a tremendous curtain jerker and started off a dangerously fun run of pure adrenaline.

Jon Moxley v Satoshi Kojima (****) - The stakes were nebulous, the build was abrupt, yet this was a fantastic match and tremendous showcase for an underappreciated great who has been more or less just toiling for a bunch of years as a NJPW Dad. Same deal for Nagata, and I assume Tenzan is the same, Taka Michinoku even -- let's see it. - I have to assume the Cozy Lariat might have put Mox down, but Kojima otherwise played the hits (Koji Cutter, Piledriver, Brainbustaaaa) in a big way and Moxley once again proved he's become a very well-rounded wrestler who can match the intensity of just about any former IWGP champion. - More to the point-- KAZE NI NARE -- out of nowhere, too. Or out of nowhere to those not paying attention to the whereabouts of Minoru Suzuki (Right, he's just over here to fight Daniel Garcia and not Mox?), which I guess is to my own peril. Wow, though. Surprise Number 1- a complete surprise, and a welcome one. Let's have it.

Dr Britt Baker, DMD (C) v Kris Statlander for the AEW Women's Championship (****) - I love Kris and her best friends but she didn't have a prayer of dethroning Britt. She got one promo, several weeks ago, and though she did make a meal of Hayter and Rebel, the chase has been abrupt and not given much discussion, other than Mark Henry and whomever else acknowledging what is extremely evident -- Statlander is stronger than she looks, and she looks really strong. They've got her doing Cesaro-level 'modify your grip while holding your opponent's entire weight' nonsense, and it's amazing and scary. - Even with the reign of the good doctor not being credibly threatened, this was an excellent match that demonstrated the continued growth of the competitors in the women's division, even as it underlined that their storylines remain undercooked and perfunctory: Orange Cassidy whipping off his shades to urge Stat to get up was a beautiful moment. Britt's Panama Sunrise, also, too sweet. Statlander eating shit on her 451 and her pendulum moonsault was properly brutal, as were Britt's curb stomps. Really great match between these two. - Again, if they had bothered to write anything into this story, such as Kris' alien physiology making her immune to the lockjaw or something... actually, maybe that's a terrible idea. it's an idea. Undefeated challenger is defeated, on to the next for Dr Britt. Statlander and OC should tag against some of the boys.

The Young Bucks (C) v The Lucha Bros for the AEW World Tag Team Championship(*****+) - Can't not mention the insane entrance lined up for Fenix and Penta. It was bewildering, it was enchanting, it was aggressive, it was hype. It also reminded everybody how very badly we all wanted the Lucha Bros to win. The crowd has been setting new peaks with their volume since Punk showed up, but things were absolutely thunderous and ecstatic at the end of this match. Absolutely valid response. I yelled on the couch. - Nick's facial hair was a bigger tell that it was time for the Bucks to lose than anything else about this build. There's literally nowhere to go from there -- they've done the hair, the bandanas, the kicks, the animal print, the dangly earrings -- peak visual heel for this time and place. - Sincerely thought this was going to be too much of a full sprint spot-fest (the PWG-esque circle of trading blows is not really 'my thing') but even so they kept finding gears, and ramping and ramping and adding blood and brutality along the way. Even a bit of levity, with the tacked up sneaker, followed by the sincerity of Penta throwing himself in harm's way to protect his brother. Immense match, I think you'd have to go back to the Bucks vs the Addiction and MCMGs Ladder War to find a more thrilling tag team gimmick match. - If there's a single flaw to be found it's in the production not really settling on wide angles for simultaneous action at the start of the match. They figured it out. - Rey Fenix is the best luchador in the world.

Women's Casino Battle Royale (**1/2) - If nothing else, this really shows off that they now have a surplus of women's wrestlers who deserve time to hang in the ring. Unsurprisingly, the match picked right up when Thunder Rosa and then Jamie Hayter got to the ring, with additional props to Tay Conti and Jade Cargill, who was dumped rather unceremoniously given her general booking... - Okay, there was something else. Welcome to the rechristened Ruby Soho, who I've not seen a lot of outside of her extremely limited showcase in WWE, but she has so many friends in the back and in the industry and that's never for nothing, not in wrestling, anyway. Intrigued to see where she fits, and if the women ever get more than a match per show. - Touched on this in the preamble but this was the roughest part of the night for the home viewer, just weird decisions on cutting away from various entrances to show... nothing in particular happening. Also while the commitment to not-kayfabing the countdown clock is... admirable? It makes the pacing hinky. - Almost everyone who got new gear for tonight was looking like the white ranger -- Nyla, Swole, Bunny, someone I'm missing. Except Anna Jay, whose stars and glitter gear looked great.

MJF v Chris Jericho for the fate of Jericho's in-ring career (***) - MJF's unauthorized homage to Y2J's entrance: good. Fozzy's guitarist going off tempo with the instrumental Judas: weak, and would've been sad if this were the end for Jericho. Especially as the build has felt... muted, somehow. - Props to the commentary for continuing to feed the red herring of 'in AEW,' as a caveat to stipulation, it did feel like... a remote possibility that MJF would win. - Credit to Aubrey for calling this one down the middle and not putting the fix in for her friend Jericho, and I guess the Dusty finish will give MJF plenty to gripe about. - MJF wrestles with a pure heel style, holds, chops, blocks, and Jericho is fifty years old, so the level of wrestling on exhibition in these matches is well beside the point. It was solid to good, and I was fighting burn out from the first half of the card's level of excitement.

CM Punk v Darby Allin (***1/2) - There are a couple benefits of Darby as a dance partner, and it's certainly better than having to watch Punk return against like, QT Marshall or Shawn Spears. Darby does make everyone look slow, but he can also be tossed around, and this raises his profile even in defeat, obviously. That said, the stakes here are... meta, at best, in that we want to see the man look good and justify the hype. It's a weird thing to root for. He certainly does look good. (Tights? Tights!) - It's fun to theorize about actually booking an angle where Punk is rusty and needs to regain his prowess, and maybe he'll stumble, but maybe the most we get out of that angle is hitting the GTS a little close to the ropes so Darby falls right out of the ring, in what was, for me, the spot that justified this whole match. - Sting's proud step-dad aura is still a hell of a thing, I really liked the end of the match kudos all around. - Match was good, hard to hang my emotions on. I wasn't watching WWE when Punk was in WWE. Definitely feeding off the excitement of others a bit here, and he sure can talk. I'd like to see him cultivate a stable, certainly.

Paul Wight v QT Marshall (n/r) - ...popcorn match? QT Marshall is like the anti-Daniel Garcia in that while his prominence and presence is just as inexplicable, I don't want it to continue, and he doesn't justify it in the process. - Match was two minutes longer than it needed to be.

Kenny Omega (c) v Christian Cage for the AEW World Championship (****1/2) - Crowd was both burnt out and more or less waiting for the post-match angle. Which I get. it's hard to cruise to the main event and having seen all the different things we've already seen on this card, even a singular performer like Kenny Omega and a legend with whom he (surprisingly? fittingly?) has superb chemistry with in Christian Cage were up against it to deliver something memorable. - Context dependent, I can definitely see rating this below their Rampage match, especially since... I mean Christian isn't winning the AEW title off Kenny at this or probably any other event. - But! It was really good! It was very good! They really do match-up well, and Kenny's v-trigger has rarely looked more devastating than when it knocks Christian flat. Christian got cut open in a novel and initially worrying way, and Kenny followed up a botched moonsault with a harder version of the same move off a rail, but it was a really great match and it deserved more energy than was available.

Post-Show - Calling back and inverting the end of Dynamite, The Elite strut about the ring, slightly less stoked than they were on Wednesday, but with the Bucks smiling through the pain, and Jungle Boy once again subjected to violence for his misguided heroism, Kenny 'not much a promo' Omega lays down a killer line about nobody being fit to challenge him who isn't unavailable, already tired or dead. - The Undertaker ADAM COLE, BAY BAY as Surprise #3 was a minor stroke of brilliance, and a fun swerve because while it's exciting to see him, his appearance at this point in the narrative does nothing to solve the problem of The Elite beating up Christian and Jungle Boy. Unless he's still sore about his unsolved murder, which he isn't. Storytime with Adam Cole is back and it's beautiful. Also Jungle Boy died for this. - Okay. But. Just. Okay. CM Punk and Bryan Danielson are All Elite. They will hopefully tag together. Bryan will head to NJPW, almost definitely. Minoru Suzuki just walked in and started slugging on Mox. The Forbidden Door is wide open. Will Kenny Omega one day return to Wrestle Kingdom? There are so many possibilities and they are all very exciting. This was a phenomenal show and it didn't have Hangman Page, Cody Rhodes, FTR, Santana and Ortiz, PAC, Andrade, Sammy Guevara, Team Taz, and the rest.

- Wrestling is good, actually. Imagine watching like five hours of wrestling and loving wrestling at the end of it.

*What competes- WK11, Dominion 2018, 2019, DoN 2019, 2021.. All-In, probably. Wrestlemania 30. A few Takeovers. Kris Wolf's retirement show...

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emiefaunwrites · 4 years ago

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Hi! Idk if you take asks, but I’m kinda looking for some writing advice. I’m currently working on a Danganronpa Killing Game AU fic and I’m in the middle of writing the third part of the prologue now. After that will be the first chapter, with a class trial and all that. I’m a little nervous about putting the class trials into writing, do you have any tips? If not, that’s okay!

Heyyyy! Ahh thats so nice of you to come to me for advice 😭😭😭

So I've not written a class trial before - never actually written in the despair universe either since it makes me too sad pahahahaha. But I can try and give you general writing tips that I use! No idea how helpful it'll be and everything...

This first tip really is all dependant on your writing style. If you're more focused on action rather than feeling, then this likely won't work. But if you're a writer that focuses on emotion, then I would say - lean into it. I always try to put myself in the situation: how I would feel, and even if its a weird, silly emotion, who cares? If I'm reading a story and I can put myself into the characters shoes, then that draws me in immediately.

What I tend to do as well is play the scene out like a movie in my head. If I can literally watch the scene over and over again, I can describe it so much better. Although with that, I often get distracted by daydreams in times I really shouldn't be haha!!

I don't know if you're changing up the story and having different victims/killers etc. But again, I tend to write about thoughts and feelings and stuff so my personal approach would be more inclined to go in on the inner turmoil of your protag. It breaks up the heavy dialogue that a visual novel has to have to create action, and also if its the same plot...everyone already knows the outcome. If its different, then dialogue is of course important. But break it up with observations, emotions, thoughts...

Also music. I cannot write without music. I NEED something in the background that reminds me of the scene or emotion I'm trying to portray. I make playlists and stuff (but tend to listen to one song on repeat for hours haaaaa) and whenever I'm not writing and a song comes on and gives me fic-feels, I shove it in there to listen to later.

Lastly, and this is just something my English teachers taught me many moons ago, I try to have at least three sentences per paragraph. Unless it really calls for it, you know? Power of three is my own mantra - three sentences, three descriptions, three emotions. That's just my thing that I find super useful.

Oh (actually lastly!) I always try not to use names too much in the same paragraph (also taught to my by my teachers), I try not to write statically and also I do my best to start sentences with a different word each time. So I wouldn't be like 'Taka did this. Taka did that. Taka said this.' I'd have something like 'Taka did this because meh meh meh. He also decided that meh meh was a good call. In response he replied blah blah'. Really bad example, but hopefully the gist of it is in there somewhere!

Does any of this make sense? Ha no ones asked me for advice before so I'm rambling and I have no idea if there's any logic or useful stuff in here!

If you have any specific questions for a situation, let me know! I just went general vague answers but I'm happy to try and help with more detailed, specific questions if I can!

#emiefaun blabs #writing advice #i really hope this isn't useless for you #thank you for wanting me specfically to help #it fills me with happy squishies

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byakuyasdarling · 3 years ago

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For the s/i ask game (sorry for being a bit late ;_;))

To be honest, I think I would like your s/i as a character in the canon source! I don't think she would be one of my favourites, but I would definitely enjoy her as a character! She is so well written and I like the way she speaks!!

Her interactions with Byakuya would be so interesting :3 I think I would have enjoyed his character a bit more if someone like your s/i had been around him. They have such a complex dynamic and I'm sure a lot more people in the fandom would appreciate it ^_^ I think there would be so much fanart of her- I imagine a lot of semi realistic art, with a bunch of details, fancy outfits and royalty-like elements/themes(?) I've seen a lot of art like that but I'm not sure if the artstyle has a name XD

Ngl, if I hadn't known about dr, I would've definitely thought your s/i was a canon character!! She fits so well into the universe, both design-wise and personality-wise; you genuinely did a wonderful job creating her <33

Also this is unrelated but your selfship appeared in my dream last night !! The dream itself isnt important, but I saw them sitting outside my house and talking for a few moments; Idk I thought it was interesting that happened :))

I hope this answer is alright!! I am super happy to hear you are doing a bit better♡ I wish you a wonderful day <33

Awww, you’re not late at all! Don’t worry about it <<33

All under the cut :)

I’m glad she’s likeable! I do think she definitely doesn’t really have the main-stage outside of being directly connected to the ‘antagonist’ of the game and just living lmao. Awww, thank you so much ^//v//^ I’m really glad you like the way I wrote her :)

Aww I hope they’ll like her with him ^//v//^ just to mellow him out a bit just to show a more softer side to someone who has only been portrayed as being egotistical and a massive jerk thus far (of course he actually is those things, but being with her will show he has the capability to care for something other than himself). I think they’ll often be seen together in the library >///<

OOoooo that would be so cool! Honestly I’ll love to draw her in a princess dress or a fancy ballgown sometime soon myself (with her love of course — I refuse to separate them, ahaha). I love that kind of art so much!! Byakuya is much like royalty in his own right. I mean — in his splash art he’s sitting on a throne, and there’s a line after his character introduction that he’s like “a king in training”. So I suppose S/I could be his Queen ^//v//^ (that sounded so cheesy, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry shsjsjsj).

Thank you so much, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! I’m so happy she seems well integrated in the franchise :D Same for Frogeru! I always loved how you could immediately see that Frogeru was the Ultimate Toymaker just by her design alone — which is incredible!

Really? That’s awesome! I’m glad they were having a happy moment ^//v//^ I experience similar things in dreams of my own. While we’re on the topic, I’ve had a few dreams where I open up tumblr on my phone to see you have posted a new picture of you two ^///^ I can’t quite remember the pictures in detail, but I remember Frogeru and Taka were sharing a vanilla milkshake on a balcony of a sea-side café; the other was of them walking down a city street and Frogeru was looking at a cool outfit on a mannequin in the shop window while Taka was looking all starry-eyed at her 0v0

Your answer was perfect! No need to worry! Thank yo so much for the answer, and thank you for your good wishes ^v^ I hope you have the most amazing day 💙💙 Please take care <33

#Freya Answers | 🎶#ship tag: book lovers ♡#Andreagami

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alphaofdarkness · 4 years ago

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I wish to know more of your awesome OCs!! So, 19, 22(or maybe as an alternative if they don't, something you mischaracterize on some of them by mistake? Odd, but I sometimes mess up my own ocs XD), 23, 24, 26, and 32 for the OC questions!!

Oh! You beautiful person you! 💖🥺 Of course I shall tell you more about my many, many ocs! Hopefully I can fulfill! 🥰🤗

More undercut because this turned out to be very long ~ 😅

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why).

Aw, honestly all my OC’s mean so much to me! It is hard to play favorites sometimes lol. Though, if I had to choose, I’m going with two of them!

Samantha, or Sam, is definitely my baby and has definitely developed so much from her original self. Nonetheless, still the same shy, curious girl who has a big role to uphold as chosen Beta to her Alpha. Plus, being a Legendary Wolf Warrior of Light, even more so! Still, despite many the many hardships and obstacles she has faced, she is still hopeful and a total sweetheart. She just wants a settled life and live her with her closest pack mates.

I have definitely put her though the ringer a lot, emotionally and even explored just several internal things with her. I know Danielle is meant to be me in a sense, but personality and emotional wise, I am more like this lovely Angel. Best girl and everyone loves her!

Second is definitely Danielle (my BsD self insert). Personally, because I have started to embrace her and give her more of my personality and who I really am. Still keeping her as her own person with her struggles, in some aspects, but giving her more of me as well. She has definitely allowed me to have some more self love for myself. Even if it is come and go on most days. She has just grown to be more of a gradual part of me in the recent years since I got into Bsd. I truly love her as she gives me a reason to embrace the parts of me I never would have considered so much or even just not like about me.

Self shipping has definitely also helped, I just love Dany very much and hold her close, please she may be stubborn but she is hella fragile ;;;w;;;

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Hm, I wouldn't say anyone has mischaracterized my characters so much that I know of, maybe my parents whenever there is a moment they see my Oc’s and just make a judgement on them on the spot lol.

I suppose me mischaracterizing my OCs would probably be the Seven Deadly Soul Sins? Maybe ^^, These seven, practically, ghost entities of the Seven Deadly Sins are meant to be perceived as the worst possible people/wolves. Their existence is the reason people do bad things and are the negative contrast to the Legendary Wolf Warriors.

Take an old, unfinished draw of all 7 of them together~

I know what they are, how they behave, what their very existence and presence entails. However, I have come to the bad tendency of redemption in my line of story telling, I often find myself back and forth whether there is any redeemable qualities that should be given to them considering their very existence and such. Envy, or Evelyn, is one that I can definitely see having something on that accord, but she is still at her core bad.

I don't know if I am saying this correctly or even answering the question well lol. But yeah, I say my Deadly Sin OC’s often can be mischaracterized in a way. I can definitely picture them being top favs if my story was an actual thing. I support the fans in all they come lol ^^

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

I can't think of one I changed too much out of concern for what they are like that I can remember to be quite honest ^^,

I guess maybe Wisler? I know when I first came up with the start up concept of the LWW, I never intended for him to be a previous Warrior. It was always meant to be Dany’s Aunt who possessed it and Wisler was just a precautious elder wolf who needed to teach her to better her powers, less she gives it up like his daughter had.

Of course, the whole concept and idea, just gives way for him to have been a possible warrior in the past. If anything I just the developed the idea more and made it more of a tragedy for Wisler. Normally, the concept of being a LWW is meant to be a blessing, a gift bestowed by a greater power, but to him, after giving up his power and remaining upon the world, he just sees it as a curse. Pride only solidified that into his mind. Nonetheless, he becomes a mentor to the other warriors to better themselves and keep them from giving up their power.

Second, was more of a momentary interest in the Chronicles of Narnia and being ever so salty about Susan being left behind, while her family died and went to Narnia ;;;w;;;

Silly thing really, but literally chose, out of all the warriors, Lidia to be the one to be left alive, from whatever scenario I had at the time, because she refused her soul gift of the LWW’s. It was a momentary silly concept, I don't know why I would chose her for this scenario at all, she doesn’t deserve that ;;w;;

If anything, the ones that I can picture are Yamato and Danielle, just because of their mental state and emotional turmoil under such a heavy weight of loss. It was a silly concept I had thought of once, and just cry little at the thought ;;w;;

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Heck, I would love to meet all of them... and heavy apologize for all the hell I've put them all through ;;;w;;;

But Jason~ most definitely...Not cause I self ship myself with him or anything but UwU,,, He is a sweetheart and a beautiful boi ~ I want to love him and give him a soft life pls.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Ahh,,, All of them, in a way? ^^; my middle self was something else entirely~

I think design wise, most if not all my warriors, are still the same. Maybe just a few new upgrades in their fur shade, colored eyes, and maybe their human designs too. Most definitely will change more in the future, just for the sake of bettering myself to draw people.

Old, high school art~ Cringe

Any new design change is purely out of being in a more better mindset of design and just development of what make them unique. I have definitely changed all of their Soul Markings, I have changed Lidia’s name from Leafia recently, Taka’s formerly sky blue eyes to more of a pale green, Sora’s former tail scar to the claw ones on her shoulder, etc.

Origin, personality and relation wise on the other hand, GRADUAL SHIFT! Some points:

Sora, Yamato, and Takaru are heavily inspired by the Digimon Adventure kids of the same name, I kept their surnames of the ones from the series for a long time into at most Junior Year of High School. Til I learned, if I want to make them my own, I have to change this entirely!

So Sora, Yamato, and Takaru are definitely different entirely from their original selves, personality and kind of design wise.

Sam was kind of meant to be like Kari from Digimon in a way, but heavily refused to name her that or make her in similarity of the character.

Another Oc of mine named Jacob Wolfe was originally going to be the Warrior of Earth before I came up with Lidia.

There was originally meant to be just 5 Warriors, Lidia and Jason not yet part of it and, surprisingly, neither was Danielle.

Jason was originally named Damien and was kind of, for a while, Danielle’s twin sibling... Changed that drastically and entirely after renaming him to Jason.

Originally, had some other mythical beasts living amongst them in the Forest of Dreams, like dragons and gryphons for a while.

Originally, played with the idea of the warriors coming back to life if they didn't give up their powers, but... after much though it just became more of a “too cheesy of choice?” Especially for an ending thing before the next generation kids come in, it was just not an option after a while.

These are just some that I can think of at the top of my head at least, I am sure there is much more scrap things in my mind lol.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

...God I don't want any of them to fecking die grueso-(I should shut my mouth actually),,, even though I will admit I did internally put my warriors into a shitty thought-out idea of them in a Final Destination scenario...

Ahh, may Yamato in a way as that stoic, hardened protagonist with the will too try and survive, Wrath is his counter self sin, I find that fitting in a way. Same with Jason, just because of his slight nativity to being a warrior and how he left his former abusive living from his alpha and stepfather. Oddly enough, maybe Sam? Just because of her ability to see the worst things to happen in the future, but I am not sure lol.

Am thinking of the new Resident Evil game I see floating around with some gamer youtubers and I can see Yamato and/or Jason in the position and setting.

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I truly enjoyed all these questions! It gave me time to think and reflect on my ocs! I do hope you enjoy some old, blurred and unfinished art from ya wolf girl~ I truly appreciate this and gives me the feels of validation! ;;;w;;;

#the legendary wolf warriors #alpha’s art #alpha howls #oc ask questions!#bsd oc #original character #alpha's ocs

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peonybane · 5 years ago

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Agape and Pragma: Chapter 12

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 4 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack, Smut

Chapter Specific Notes: ANGST, SMUT, some fluff

Warnings: Anal, knotting, female receiving oral, biting, female receiving anal play, I think that’s it.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: So, I was NOT planning on having two smut chapters back to back… but here we are. Thank you to @ropeseok and @tatertotthethot for their feedback!

<— Previous (Chapter 11)

A week later, you found yourself in the same cafe as before, waiting for Amber to join you. In all honesty, you were on cloud 9. Sure, it was annoying waking up after an evening of ‘fun’ to being extremely sore and being unable to get out of your bed on your own. Not that your boys were complaining. Just meant they could take care of you even more.

Yoongi had been increasingly affectionate. You couldn’t help but let one thought lead to another where you were daydreaming about he’d be like once he’d come asking you to take his vir—

Amber called your name, clapping in front of your face. You jumped, “Oh hey, Amber.”

She rolled her eyes, sitting down across from you. Once she was seated, she sipped on her boba tea, her other beautifully manicured hand tapping away on the table as she stared into your soul. You felt scrutinized under her gaze. She set down her tea.

“You’ve been getting fucked haven’t you?”

If you had been drinking, you would’ve choked. And right in that moment, you wished you had. “A-Am!!!”

She smirked, leaning towards you. “You have, haven’t you? Is it one of your roommates? Which one is it? Which one are you dating?”

You leaned back, avoiding her gaze. “What make you assume I’m dating any of them?”

There was a pause then she smacked your arm. “GWORL!” She leaned into whisper, “All of them?”

Your face burned at her accusation. She started giggling. The little, old ladies shot the two of you dirty looks.

“Shhhhh. Amber! Quiet! You’re drawing attention to us.”

Amber continued to giggle, practically vibrating with excitement as you both received looks, especially from the older women as they whispered to each other. “Tell me everything!”

“W-Well… it was… an accident.”

“Bullshit, but go on.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. Typical Amber.

Rather than working, like you were suppose to, you regaled Amber with how your relationship with your boyfriends had developed. You told her of how Yoongi was opening up to you and that he gone through surgery for you and how you felt about it. Of course, she had to get in a few dick and virgin jokes. Poor Yoongi. You told her about the subtle changes in the others as well. You told her about excited and yet nervous it made you. She smiled at you throughout the whole retelling. “God, you look like a love sick puppy. And I bet if I saw any of them, they’d look at you and each other with heart eyes, especially Tae and Jimin.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, nodding. “I love them. So, so much.”

Amber snorted. “God, you make me sick with all of this mushy love. I’m green with jealousy.”

She took one last sip of her boba tea, which had now run dry and looked at her watch. “Looks like it’s time to go. We’ll have to actually work next time. I, myself, have a hot date with a dance teacher from the studio across the street.”

“Oooooh. Don’t go kissing on the first date, you hear me.”

You both stood up and she giggled, “If I have my way, we’ll be doing so much more than kissing.”

Snorting, you lead her towards the exit if the cafe. “Looks like if lining up for the both of us, Am. I doubt anything can bring me down at this point.”

Amber gave you a stern look before smiling at you. “Don’t go jinxing yourself like that. Anyways,” she pulled you into a tight hug. “Good luck, girlfriend. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

You hugged her back just as tightly. “You, too, Am.”

You both bid each other goodbye and went your opposite directions. Sighing happily, you stretched, enjoying the clear weather. As you headed towards your car, a familiar voice, one you didn’t want to hear ever again, called your name. You paused in your step, questioning whether or not you should acknowledge him.

He took the choice from you, again, as he grabbed your shoulder, turning you to face him. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Not after almost five year. You had hoped that he changed somehow, and yet, here he stood, looking exactly the same as before.

Taka stood before you, the same tall, medium build man with sun tanned skin and long, dark hair pulled back from his face in a ponytail. His eyes were still sharp— still deceptively friendly. It’s like he hadn’t aged a day. He was still, unfortunately, handsome. Probably so he could continue playing with girls, promising them that he’d be all theirs, all the while holding the hand of the next girl whose heart he was going to break.

He was panting slightly as you stared at him, pulling your arm away from him in disgust. He swallowed. “H-Hi.”

There were people around. Dammit. You weren’t one to make a scene, but you were prepared to. But for now, for your own sake, you’d be civil. “Taka.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

You continued to be curt. “Like what? Being civil? Especially after what you did.”

“Cold. Damn, Butterfly—“

“Don’t call me that. You’ve lost the right to call me that.”

He had the gall to look bashful. “I know. When I saw you, I knew this had to be fate. Give me another chance,” He pulled you into a hug, one that you immediately started fighting against. “I’ve changed.”

Fuck. Him.

You shoved him off you and turned away walking to your car. He called your name and as you opened your car door, you shot him a dirty look and the middle finger, calling back, “Fuck you, Taka and your peewee dick!”

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You drove much faster than you should’ve, your entire body shaking. You couldn’t help it. You wanted to take a shower, to wash away the touch Taka left on you. You felt dirty. You felt disgusting.

Barely parking your car properly in the driveway, you rushed inside the house. The trip from the front door, up the stairs and to your room was a blur, no longer fighting back the tears that had been threatening to fall for sometime. The moment you entered your room began to strip, throwing off your clothes in a rushed flurry. Once naked you stepped into your shower, turning it on. It was ice cold, but you didn’t care. Your face was hot from tears as you grabbed your soap, rubbing your body in it.

Time became a haze as you grabbed a loofa scrubbing at your skin for who knows how long, crying. Why? Why did he have to come back into your life now? Just as you were finding your new happiness? Why? Wh—?

The glass door of your shower was thrown open. You jumped, facing Taehyung as he stared at you wide-eyed, his ears pulled back in worry. He gazed you up and down, your skin red, becoming raw from how hard you’d been washing at your skin. His voice was quiet but stern. “Stop….”

You dropped the loofa as he stepped into the shower, fully dressed, the hot water soaking him. He grabbed your forearms and pressed you against the wall, his own eyes beginning to water. “Please… stop. Don’t hurt yourself anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore… don’t give him power over you.”

Taehyung let go of one of your arms, turning off the shower. He stared into your eyes, your tears slowly drying as he let you out. He grabbed your towel and bundled you up in it. You stared up at him, his floppy ears dripping water as he wiped your tears away. He gave you a gentle smile before picking you up bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you the short distance to your bed. He set you down on the bed, rubbing you over with the towel. He finished rubbing you dry, all except your hair.

As he stepped away, you reached out, grabbing at his sleeve. “D-Don’t leave.”

He smiled, leaning down to be face to face. “I won’t. I’m just going back to your bathroom to dry off and get rid of my clothes. Then we’ll cuddle until you feel better.”

You nodding, letting him go. He kissed the crown of your head before leaving you, wandering back into your bathroom.

Looking down at yourself, you couldn’t help but gasp. You really had scrubbed yourself raw. Was it dramatic? Yes. Could you help it? No.

You dried your hair, tossing the towel on the floor before tucking yourself into your sheets. Just as you got comfy, the door to your bathroom swung open and immediately, your eyes bugged out.

That’s it. The Kims are just very, very well endowed.

Taehyung stood in the doorway in all his naked glory, his… monster hanging between his legs so casually, the skin around it surprisingly bare except for a very thin patch of hair.

Your face flushed and you immediately turned over, away from him. A moment later, Taehyung joined you on the bed, slipping under the covers and spooning you. He hooked one leg over your hip and pressed you to his chest, nuzzling your hair. He whispered in your ear, “It’s ok. He can’t hurt you again. I won’t let him, none of us will.”

You sniffled. “H-How did you know I ran into him?”

Taehyung started mouthing at your neck, rubbing your arms soothingly. “When I heard you crying, I ran up here to investigate. His stench was all over your clothes.”

A growl bubbled up from his throat, as he squeezed you tighter to him. It made you shudder. Despite his sweet and caring words, he was getting… handsy, turning you towards him. “Tae? What are you doing?”

“Spoiling you.” A kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Let me do something a little more special than the others have done.” A kiss to the corner of your mouth. “And if you like it… the next time you’ll be able to have two of us inside you.” He kissed your mouth, swallowing your little gasp.

Before being in this relationship, you would’ve balked at the idea of doing anal. But now… the idea was more inviting than it should’ve been. “Mmmmm. Yes, Tae.”

You kissed him again, even as he giggled excitedly. Taehyung pulled away from you, which surprised you. Your brow knit together as he removed himself from your bed. He grabbed your discarded towel, wrapping it around his waist even as his growing erection began to tent it. He wrapped it so his whip like tail was hanging out, going a million miles per hour. “Be right back. Gotta grab a couple of things.”

Before you could acknowledge him, he was out your door, heading down to what you supposed was his room. A couple of short minutes later and couple of yells that strangely sounded like Hoseok and Yoongi, Taehyung returned, the towel barely still hanging onto him with two mysterious objects in hand. You glanced just in time to see him placing a couple of condoms and a small bottle of lube on your nightstand before he was on top of you, kissing your neck, making you shudder.

“T-Tae— Tae, where did you get that? I didn’t think you all needed condoms.”

Taehyung giggled against your neck before glancing up at you through his eyelashes, a boxy smiling dazzling you. “Well… ever since the eight of us entered in this relationship, Hobi and Yoongs have been… exercising their carnal desires together… especially since Yoongi can’t, well, top yet.”

“Oh…. Wait! Is that what that yelling was about?”

Taehyung blushed heavily, looking bashful at you. You tried to reprimand him, you really did, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “Tae! Naughty boy.”

“Mmmm… you know it.”

With that stupid smirk on his face he kissed you once more. You hummed kissing back. His tail began wagging, his towel finally falling off, making you giggle. Taehyung gave you a hard look for a moment before tickling you. You laughed, trying to get away from him. You turned on your stomach to try to get away from him. Wrong move.

He leaned over you and pinned your waist down with his own, his semi-erection, that you had momentarily forgotten about, rested between your ass cheeks. You both went still, no longer giggling at the feel of him sliding between your cheeks. His tail no longer wagged as his gaze grew dark.

You looked over your shoulder at him as began kissing his way down your neck, then your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Before he got too far down your back, he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube. He kissed further and further down your back and over the curve of your ass before nuzzling against one cheek, making you giggle.

Taehyung shot you one last boxy smile before grabbing your hips, lifting them up in the air slightly and spreading your legs. You tensed, feeling his tongue at your clit before he gently drew it into his mouth. You hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his soft lips on you.

Slowly, you relaxed as he continued to concentrate on your clit, mewling with ever lick and suck. You were getting wetter and wetter; more and more excited. Just as you were close enough to scream for him to just fuck you, that’s when you heard it: the sound of a lid being flipped open and a viscus liquid being squirted. Taehyung pulled away from your pussy, kissing your left ass cheek. “This’ll feel a little cold. But it’ll feel good in a bit. Be good for me and don’t tense up too much.”

You hummed your understanding. “Good girl.”

He started off slow and gentle, rubbing the rim with one lubed up finger. He was right. It was cold and you tensed up immediately, but you willed yourself to relax. Taehyung rewarded you a kiss to your other ass cheek.

For the next few minutes, he just continued to tease the outside of your rim, slowly adding a little more pressure with every pass and he whispered sweet nothings to you; how beautiful you were, how good you were for him— for all of them, how lucky they were to have you.

Tears threatened to fall with each word. But not from anger or frustration or fear, but from the swelling of love that you felt for them. And from the small amount of self acceptance that he and the others had instilled in you. Perhaps in the process of falling in love with them, you had begun loving yourself again. Even if just a little bit.

It was as if he sensed, or perhaps rather, smelt, the change in your mood. Taehyung got up from his position behind, prone on his stomach, and practically crawled on top of you, the hand tracing your puckered entrance still applying gentle pressure as he kissed your tears away. His floppy ears grazed your cheek as he nuzzled you.

You giggled at the feeling, making him do it again. You stopped giggling at the feeling of him slipping his finger inside of you. Again, it was foreign, but it didn’t hurt. You moaned when he started wiggling it inside you. He giggled, the kissed your cheek. “You like that?”

You nodded. “Mmhmm.”

“Then you’ll like this.”

He withdrew his finger for a moment before he slipped inside you again, this time with a second finger. There was a slight burning sensation at the stretch. You gasped when he started scissoring his fingers. He kissed just under your ear. “You ok?”

You swallowed. “Y-Yeah. It feels weird. But somehow… good.”

He buried his face in your neck and you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as he blushed. “Want you so bad.”

“Then take me. Make me feel loved.”

Taehyung growled. You felt it reverberate against your back, his chest to it, making you shudder and your pussy clench. He pulled away to grab a condom from the nightstand, leaving you cold for a moment. You whined like a petulant child wanting his warmth to engulf you once more.

He chuckled. “Don’t be a naughty girl, now.”

You blushed at his words, burying your face in your pillow. You heard the tearing of the condom wrapper then a few moments later, you felt the blunt head of his cock press against you back entrance. He leaned over again, kissing your temple. “Tell me if it’s too much. I want to spoil you and make you feel good.”

You nodded. He smiled against your skin… then he playfully smacked your ass, making you squeak. “Tae!”

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

He kissed your cheek. “You ready?”

You swallowed. No, you weren’t. But you wanted this. “Yes.”

Slowly and gently, he pushed in. It took all your concentration not to try to keep him out. But his little whispers of adorations and encouragements as he pushed in agonizingly slow helped you relax. After what felt like an eternity, the head of his cock slipped it. It burned. God, did it burn. Why was he so big? Why the hell were so many of them so big? Like what were the chances?

Once the head of his cock had popped in, Taehyung took a pause, groaning, and kissed the space between your shoulder blades. You panted slightly, “…Hurts….”

“It’s ok. We’re taking it slow. I won’t push further until you’re ready.”

You nodded and true to his word, Taehyung stayed still behind you, even though the desire to just pound you was radiating off of him. As the pain slowly started to ease up, you reached up, looking over your shoulder at him to gently stroke his hair, which led to you rubbing the base of his ears. He was so honest. His tail began to wag, even though you couldn’t hear it, the force of made the two of you sway slightly… and made you moan.

Taehyung stilled at the noise. He whispered in your ear, “More?”

“Yes.”

Inch by agonizing inch, Taehyung slowly pressed even further inside you. The stretched still burned but it was far more tolerable now that the widest part had past through. You concentrated on your breathing and relaxing, wanting this to be pleasurable for the both of you. As he pushed inside you, he kissed and sucked at the skin on your back, making you mewl.

Once he was seated inside you, his hips pressed against your ass, he let out a deep rumble from within his chest that made your pussy quiver around nothing. As if feeling the spasms (which he probably did but your head was too hazy to care) on the other side of that thin wall, Taehyung hissed before biting down on your shoulder. You cried out.

It hurt a little; he didn’t pierce skin. More than anything, the pain was pleasurable and you felt your pussy begin to drip. It was such an odd feeling: being completely stuffed and yet so empty at the same time. Especially since your pussy to tried to milk Taehyung because of how good it was starting to feel having him inside you. And yet, it left you feeling incredibly needy as if all this hard work your pussy was doing was useless.

Taehyung whispered in your ear, “Stop that. Otherwise, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Your sweet puppy was on the verge of being feral… you wanted to see that. “Don’t hold back.”

Taehyung growled again and withdrew his hips slowly. You tensed. You couldn’t help but moan at the delicious drag, it felt… amazing. Just before he withdrew the head out, he stopped, pushing right back in. It was at this point you let out a long and loud moan. Taehyung froze. Then cursed. He growled out, “I told you to stop it.”

He firmly grabbed your hips, keeping you still as he gave you slow but hard thrust. You cried out. It was… good. It was so fucking good. He did it again, faster. You gasped, shuddering. Taehyung chuckled. “God… if I could you pregnant… I want to breed you like my little bitch.”

Lord, where did he learn to talk like that? You pussy gave a hard clench around nothing and you could feel your pussy drip all over your bed. He nipped at your ear as he began to thrust consistently.

You moaned and whined as he started fucking you faster and harder, mutter all the wonderful dirty things he and the others were going to do to you when you were ready to take them all. You bit your pillow trying to muffle your cries of pleasure as Taehyung pounded you.

But he was having none of that. He stopped pounding you for a moment, leaving you panting. Just as you were about question why he stopped, he pulled you up by your arms, bringing your back to his chest. He wrapped one arm around your chest, groping your breast and the other made its way to your pussy, cupping it. He cursed. “Fuck, you’re wet. If I were to call one of the others I’m sure they just slip right into this desperate little pussy. And, uuurgh— don’t hold back your voice. Let them hear how much you like getting your little virgin ass fucked.”

You whimpered at his words, scratching his arms to ground yourself as he started to pound your ass and grind the heel of his palm against your clit. You cried as you started feeling overwhelmed as he groaned against your ear. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train out of nowhere. You shook and cried. It was all too much.

“Fuck. You’re sopping. I— ugh— I have to pull out. I don’t want to hurt you with my knot.”

You barely caught your breath before whimpering out, “I-In my pussy. Knot my pussy! M-Make me yours, Tae!”

Taehyung’s hips stuttered. “Careful what you wish for.”

He carefully pulled out with a surprising amount of care given the circumstances. The moment the head of his cock slipped from your ass, you shuddered, a weak whine escaping your lips. The hand that had been playing with your pussy left you, reaching back to remove the condom, practically tearing it off. A moment later, you felt the pulsing heat of his cock head at your slick pussy entrance.

Suddenly, he was in you, pounding away at your g-spot. You practically screamed as he wrapped his arms around you as he growled against your shoulder. Tears started spilling from your eyes from the intensity of it all.

He muttered your name repeatedly until… he bit your shoulder, hard. As soon as his teeth sunk into your shoulder, you felt the semi familiar feeling of a knot growing within you. You whimpered at the full feeling followed by the feeling of him cumming.

You mewled at the feeling of him twitching within. “Tae… so good… s-so full.”

He growled through his own orgasm, his teeth still imprinting your skin. After a minute or two of being like that, Taehyung slowly released his hold on your shoulder. His hold loosened on you, turning into gentle pets of your skin, soothing the bruises already forming on your skin. As you both panted, he slowly lowered you both down to the bed, laying you both on your sides.

The coolness of your sheets felt good against your gross and sweaty, heated skin. You both panted. Taehyung nuzzled your neck before moving to your shoulder, licking at the bruise that had already begun to form, trying to soothe it but also apologize. “I’m sorry. I got… rougher than I meant to.”

“No… don’t apologize. It was exactly what I needed right now.”

Still connected, you turned towards him as much as you could, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I love you. All of you.”

“We love you, too. I love you.”

As always, reviews, comments, asks, and tags are always loved! ~Peony

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sennextheassasinkingoflight · 4 years ago

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Day 5: Moonlight

Hi all, This is my first attempt at a Castelvania Fic. It was supposed to be a drabble that turned into a ficlit that is now on its way to being a multichapter story. Anyways I’m hoping that you all like it and I am happy for any feedback. If I do continue the story I will do so with the intent to have Trevacard as the end result. Enjoy. Currently a T rating for language and gore? ALUCARD:

Alucard was not a stranger to the apparitions that joined him in the dim empty halls of Castle Dracula. They walked with him at night, and came out even during the day. He could banish them if he liked. Often, however, he chose not to. For, even the apparitions of his father and mother, memories or ghosts, were better than the loneliness which grieved him in the absence of Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades. He had rarely taken the time to develop relationships fitting into neither the world of his father nor the world of his mother, though he was more than capable of living in both. The solitude had suited him just fine in his youth when he had his mother and father to spend his days with. As a young adult he had busied himself with the study of art and music, literature and science. While he studied he had spent time among the humans, and among the creatures of the night, but he had never bonded with them.

Belnades and Belmont had been the first to simply accept what he was and move on from it. Of course, he acknowledged, there was a bigger problem to be dealt with at the time, which required them to work together. He would be lying though, if he said he didn’t miss the company of the drunk moron and the chatty speaker. Hence the dolls he had tucked on the shelf of his kitchen. While he remembered his companions he made his way to the top most tower. Even within the walls of the castle he enjoyed the solitude of being removed from the main halls. No one bothered him up here, not the apparition of Dracula, or Lisa, or Sumi, or Taka, Sypha or Trevor. He attempted to avoid the intrusion of feeling and thought that suggested to his tired and hungry mind that he would very much like the companionship of Belmont more than the others.

Absently he gazed at the stars attempting to recall the constellations his mother had once taught him. He had never much cared for astrology and had not continued to study it after his mother's death. He shoved down his hunger and ignored it by looking towards the moon and judging the length of time it had been since his friends departure. Unfortunately his brain couldn’t seem to form the connection. How long had they been gone. Sure he could speak with their dolls and emulate their speech patterns but he had traveled with them long enough to know them the way he knew his sword.

A shadow crossed his face as a cloud shrouded the full moon. His pale skin reflected the moonlight and he was certain if he were an enemies target he would be impossible to hit. Slowly he followed his intuition and looked down across the grounds of the castle.

“Trevor?” He questioned allowed, his voice barely a whisper, breath steam in the cool night air.

TREVOR:

The air around the old castle and Belmont hold was different. Carefully Trevor walked the path towards them with disquiet in his chest. There was a warning prickeling at his ears, the hair on his neck stood up. He stopped and took a deep breath. What was going on? Carefully he made his way around the castle, dodging streams of moonlight and keeping to the shadows. When he reached the front of the castle his heart sank into his gut. “Oh fangs, what the hell have you done?” He breathed.

The corpses stood on pikes, were rotten to the point that all one could tell of them was that they were previously human. Slowly he turned his head and looked up the length of the castle. At the top, alone on the highest balcony, stood Alucard bathed in moonlight. He glowed like a phantom, like any other apparition in the hollow halls. Was the dhamphire looking at him? It seemed so. Slowly the hunter made his way to the doors which opened of their own accord. He stepped inside without hesitation. He came to see his friend, to make sure that he was alright, that the isolation had not driven him mad, and if Trevor was honest with himself, he needed a break from Sypha and her new found enjoyment of the hunt.

What he saw outside concerned him. So he prepared to kill his friend or die trying if the man had fallen to the same place as his father, Dracula, before him. Trevor waited in the main hall. He knew the castle well enough to know that this was the best room to battle the Dha⸺ His friend. “Yo, Fangs. What the hell is that outside?” He called into the darkness. “A warning, Belmont.” “And why do you need a warning?” “It isn’t for me.” “Obviously. Piss off. Who needs the warning?”

“Those who would attempt to kill me Belmont. As I think you are preparing to do.” “You’ve got me there. Shit, What is this Fangs? What the hell happened.” Trevor said relaxing his hold on The Morning Star and actively choosing to relax. Silence passed between them as Alucard studied him. His expression flat, his eyes emotionless, empty, hollow, his posture rigid as stone. “Where is Sypha?” “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” He watched the vampire as he seemed to make a decision. “I need beer. So hurry it up.”

Alucard twitched and turned away from Trevor waving a hand motioning him to follow.

Silently the two of them walked toward the kitchen. “What the hell are those, F—” Alucard turned on him quickly pushing him into the wall. “Don’t call me that, Belmont. It’s unbecoming.” “Are those dolls? Dolls of me and Sypha? Did you really get so bored that you had to, ahha, start talking to dolls Tepes?” “Oh Shut up Belmont. Yes I was bored. And I was… Lonely.”

“Oh.” Alucard turned back towards the table and put the kettle on, before opening a cupboard and pulling out a bottle of wine. “Wine will have to do Belmont. There’s no beer to be found here.�� “Hmm, well then let's drink. And talk. Adrienne.” He watched as the dhampir went still at the use of his actual name. “Fine. What is it you want to know?” “Why are there corpses at your front door?” Trevor asked, sitting heavily on a chair and slinging his arms over the back of it.

Alucard sighed across the room from him and poured himself a glass of wine as well. With his back turned he seemed to be considering how or if he should speak. It wouldn't surprise Trevor if his companion chose not to speak for some time, or to lie, hell he felt he deserved whatever disgruntled attitude the dhampir handed to him. “I was alone.” Alucard turned to face him then, eye narrowed and accusatory.

“You and Sypha have been gone, for...” He paused in thought the anger burning in him dimmed by his inability to recall how long he has been alone now. “Just over five months.” “Ahh, it's been that long? Regardless, Those two showed up seeking knowledge and I was glad to share it. Happy to have company even, as odd as that sounds. But…. Then they decided that I was a liar and should be killed. They wanted me to train them to be Vampire hunters Belmont, and then they betrayed me with that knowledge.” Trevor sighed he was obviously being spared some details, but he wasn’t sure why.

”So you killed them?”

“I did.” “And staked them.” “Yes.” Silence reigned as moonlight illuminated the dust that Alucard had kicked up in pushing the wine across to Trevor. He watched as it shimmered between himself and Alucard. Like some kind of magical shield that was impossible to penetrate. Something wiggled in Trevors gut. It bothered him that Alucards actions made sense to him, but that wasn't the weight that had settled in his gut. No, that was guilt. Guilt that he had left Alucard in a position that had resulted in the death of two humans and nearly his own death. He took a long draw of wine straight from the bottle and earned an annoyed glance from Alucard.

He was broken from his thoughts by a single word.

“Sypha?” “Eh, met back up with the rest of the Speakers. She said she will meet up with me here in a few weeks.” “I see. And you intend... To stay here for that time.” “I did, yes. But you don’t have beer.”

“Oh god forbid I not have alcohol to your liking.” Alucard rolled his eyes and sipped at his wine.

“ It doesn’t make a difference. Obviously you need someone here to keep you from mu—” He groaned as his back connected with the floor. The bottle of wine crashed somewhere beside him, shattering as it met brick. The chair underneath him pressed awkwardly into his back and he groaned. Glancing past the man on top of him, he could see that the table had been pushed back some many feet. “I did not murder anyone, Belmont. They attacked me.” Alucard snarled at him. Fangs bared, hair falling like a shroud around his face. Trevor stared up at him. “What else happened.” “Damn it Belmont. You left me alone here. You who know what loneliness is. Left me in this crypt by myself. In my father's grave, and guardian to the graves of your forefathers. And I’m supposed to be alright! Go to hell!” His voice was too even, too measured, too emotionless and it struck Trevor to the core. He felt like he had been doused in ice water.

He did not fight the blond above him. Why should he. He and Sypha had left him alone after murdering his father. And now it was clear that the man had snapped. He could feel bruises forming on his shoulders where he had been pushed down. Alucard looked down at him, chest rising and falling in barely controlled rhythm.

“What. Else. Happened.” Trevor grit out instead of an apology. Whatever it was, it had affected the dhampir more than he was willing to let on. Trevor was certain he shouldn’t have known this, and yet, all the months he spent traveling with Alucard lent to an understanding of the man he wished he didn’t have. It would be easier if they were still enemies. Golden eyes stared down at him, the pressure on his shoulders relaxed as weight settled on his thighs and Alucard sat upright. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” “Fuck you.” “Yes, and you too.” Alucard stood. “Goodnight Belmont.” With that, the blond stalked down the hall and out of the moonlight filled kitchen. That would not be the end of it. But for now Trevor would let it rest. And when Sypha returned there would be talk of staying at the castle or taking Alucard with them. They couldn’t, no, he couldn’t leave him alone in the keep again.

#Hauntober #Hauntober day 5 #Moonlight Prompt #Castelvania #Post season 3 #We all need a different ending #We all might need therapy.

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chiptunecookie · 5 years ago

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11/11/11 Tag Game

Thanks to @michaelbjorkwrites for the tag. I can’t find the original list, so I’m going to answer the same questions.

1. Do you have a favorite OC?

I have two that I can’t decide between. There’s Saphren, a severely OP OC that I’ve developed over many years of writing snippets both mentally and digitally. Saphren is an anthropomorphic canine with ridiculous cosmic powers who is in love with a mortal cursed with immunity to all forms of decay, including time. She’s actually a Guardian of many of my fictional worlds, something like an anti-Galactus but slightly more ridiculously powerful. However, she can only exercise said powers when she’s abiding by the Universal Law of Balance, and correcting said balance. So, if she can’t actually super-fight, she knows she messed up somewhere. Second is Samma Dawn, a Witch-Kin servant of Goddess Emelis, the First Mother (basically my Gaia stand-in for a world I’ve been developing called Minera). Samma can commune with flora and fauna, make bonds with both and even manipulate them directly if necessary. Samma is dutiful, somewhat aloof and often puts Nature above all else, leaving a bitter taste for many who meet him, but he is honest, and does care deeply for other peoples who take the time to understand his values and choices.

2. Which WIP has changed the most? Why?

Probably my most recent one concerning a retelling of a popular fairy tale, because I’m just not sure how to start it, what exactly I want to say about it, and I’ve been stuck in outline phase for a dog’s age because of college.

3. Do you enjoy worldbuilding? Do you consider yourself good at it?

Without a doubt I love WorldBuilding (TM). Worldbuilding is probably my favorite part of the big picture. As for good at it?.. I’m confident in my ability to spitball a believable world. When it comes time for details, like religions or culture, I’m someone who tends to take less inspiration from specific things, and I just look at broad categories. Like, I’ll look at a bunch of cultures that hold some specific animal(s) sacred and find similarities to build off of, rather than make a direct/potential analogue with ten different details and a new name.

4. Have you ever made a conlang/fictional language for a WIP?

Yes and no. I made a cipher language with translation rules, which ended up being far too specific and I kept losing track of how to substitute my vowels... So I didn’t get far. It was a fun experiment, and I was inspired to do it by StarFox Adventure’s cipher.

5. Do you like to keep faceclaims of your OCs? Do you find them online or draw them yourself?

Technically yes... I have a very vivid idea of what Saphren looks like, because I simply associate an old Furcadia (uwu bois) portrait from my favorite map to her face. As for Samma, I’ve never had him drawn, and I cannot draw myself, so his face is very close to mine in my head, but if I described it, it’d be so different in your own that I don’t really think it’s terribly important.

6. Has anyone ever made any fanfic or fan art for you?

No, no. I haven’t posted anything worth it, to be fair.

7. Who is your writing buddy/confidant you always come to about your work?

Probably my wife. She usually reads everything I write before anyone else. As for the process itself, I’ve been very private about stuff that either isn’t finished or is just literally fanfiction of my own that I write as a self-indulgence because sometimes I want to go to a magical horse world without war and politics.

8. Big or small cast?

Medium. I prefer to have a cast of five to seven. Some people say seven is big, but I think nine and up is big, personally. Now, I usually split this up into Big P(rotagonist), Direct Support (1-2 aka sidekicks), Main Party (Includes previous, 2-5), Narrative Support (2-4 depends on many things, and can change members), and Just For This Scene (because we pass people every day that contribute but never become important).

9. Were any of your characters inspired by others you saw or read about?

Saphren’s love interest mentioned above, Lord Harken, is based on the Dunedain from Middle Earth as far as his lore is concerned; he came from a medieval world originally, but since he’s immune to decay, he got to watch it develop into a space-faring one, and eventually got a ship of his own. I had a character somewhat based on Inuyasha at one point, though he wasn’t a demon originally. His name is Taka, or at least that’s what he calls himself as even I can’t remember if that’s his real name or not. His younger brother was killed in a mercenary raid of their village. The two were orphans even before this, so Taka was furious, walked to the gates of Hell and even beat one of Hell’s jailors at a chance game for his brother’s soul. Dimone, the Demon Avatar of Wrath, took notice and told Taka that if he would eat a Pale Apple from the tree within Lucifer’s Crater, he could always protect his brother. Taka did so, and was cursed with a dark seed that basically turned him into a killing machine any time his brother was threatened, Taka got angry, or someone did something immoral and Taka found out about it. Dimone tricked Taka into being a soul harvester, essentially. He gets better, but his journey was not a happy one. His brother outgrew him and died peacefully, and Taka’s one comfort was that his brother always understood and stood by Taka, so at least neither was truly alone.

10. Favorite trope(s)?

So many... World of Cardboard Speeches are something I love. Even Evil Has Standards usually makes for some interesting depth or hilarious bits. Our (Insert thing here) Is/Are Different is one of my favorites. Crouching Moron/Hidden Badass is so much fun to play with. I think the crowning trope for me though is probably Refusal of The Call. It’s almost cliche these days, but it’s not just yet because there’s also so many Jumped At The Call stories/games that when the “Hero” is just like, “Nah, I’m good” I always want to see what circumstances arise that either light the fire or changes the course. It’s great when done well.

11. How do you waste time not writing?

Minecraft, but at the same time, Minecraft has inspired me so much. The open world becomes a story in and of itself for me personally. Minecraft inspired me to create the world of Minera, and Minera is based on Minecraft as an environment with many of my favorite mods being the basis for the rest of the world; its magic, its peoples, its history, everything. I absolutely adore the game and everything it has given me, done for me, and in some dark places in my life kept me from doing.

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Naruto Fanfic - Boruto: Sacrifices - Chap.29, Replenished Hopes

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prologue, chap.1, chap.2, chap.3, chap.4, chap.5, chap.6, chap.7, chap.8, chap.9, chap.10, chap.11, chap.12, chap.13, chap.14, chap.15, chap.16, chap.17, chap.18, chap.19, chap.20, chap.21, chap.22, chap.23, chap.24, chap.25, chap.26, chap.27, chap.28, chap.29, chap.30

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Chapter 29 - Replenished Hopes

Time was moving slow and steady... healing anything and everything it could. Being allowed this second chance, Mitsuki was savoring every minute of it, spending it with his friends, with his family... After he came home, Karin especially didn't want to leave immediately, despite the fact that staying in Konoha was becoming too much for them. But the woman didn't care about such trivial things because... His birthday was fast approaching. It still all felt like a blur, the day they celebrated Himawari's, and he had once again been invited to the Uzumaki household by an overly excited Boruto. Mitsuki couldn't help but smile when he thought about what his best friend could possibly coop up - he had learned from Sarada the full details about the blond's birthday, after all. He had the feeling that these birthdays will become a competition between him and Boruto. Two days before that arrangement, though, Karin took it upon herself to prepare a celebratory dinner (complete with the cake and everything) - both for him making through a very hard time and his special day. Being practically reborn, Mitsuki was glad for this opportunity with his family... because they were to leave town the following morning. That cast a gloom over all of them, no matter how light-hearted the setting was. That was another thing. Something was bothering the young boy, especially when he looked at his father and older brother. Not that he wasn't used to them being antagonistic towards each other... but that, he realized, was precisely the thing. That night, they seemed to be almost... ignorant of each other, and the coldness between them was almost palpable, like the room was coated in ice.

Mitsuki found himself honestly wishing that they would start bickering again, even on this day. But none offered the other an opportunity. It was like whatever that fueled their already edgy relationship was gone... and it actually bothered the boy more than seeing their animosity towards each other.

Not that Log leaving as soon as the dinner was done did any good. "Happy birthday, little brother," he said with a smile in place that he only reserved for him. "Make sure you don't give us a scare like this on your next one." He reached to ruffle his hair like he used to do when Mitsuki was younger, causing him to deftly duck away. "I'll keep in mind," the younger boy confirmed with a smile of his own, but soon he was serious once again. "Log... about father-" Log put up his hand to intervene. "Let's not go there. I don't want to dampen our mood." Mitsuki had a little frown in his features, which made the older brother snicker. "Don't feel so bad about it, Mitsuki. It's not like me and Orochimaru had a rosy past as it is." "Yeah, but it never quite came to this point..." "Eh, well. Things like these eventually come down one way or another." The younger boy still didn't look too happy with it. "Hey, I told you, stop worrying about it. And who knows, I might be seeing you a lot more often in the near future." "What's that even mean?" asked Mitsuki, baffled. "You'll find out soon," Log turned away, raising his hand in farewell. "Until then." And he started walking away into the night, leaving an appalled Mitsuki behind. ... He couldn't explain exactly why... but the departure of his family the following day was even harder. Even though he was unconscious or in the hospital most of the time here... the boy was feeling that their presence here was empowering in and on itself. He didn't exactly feel like he was ready to see them go. "We would stay if we could," Juugo tried to explain, an almost apologetic expression on his face. "But we're already putting Konoha's hospitality to a test." "Although thanks to your feat we did gain some ground in the village." Suigetsu said cheerfully, before clipping Mitsuki on the back, making the boy glad that his ribs had long since healed. "Way to go kid!" This, in turn, earned the Hozuki a smack up his head by Karin. "Do you even realize how obnoxious that sounds?!" Not waiting for a reply, the redhead turned to the boy and gave him a warm and almost crushing hug, as best as she could. "Do take care of yourself, Mitsuki, and stay out of trouble... I can't stand the thought of something happening to you, and besides..." there were tears in her eyes as she stepped back and put a hand on her huge belly, softly smiling. "I'd love to have you around to meet Miu, y'know..." Her motherly tone had made Mitsuki tear up too, but he couldn't help a small laugh when he heard her words. "So you guys finally decided on a name?" "Yep." Karin's smile was as bright as the sun. "I just realized that was a name I always wanted for my daughter." "It sounds beautiful," he reassured her, not that it would have mattered. "It means feathers, right?" "It does," Suigetsu said pridefully. "Feathers on a demon lantern..." The boy kept his smile as he shook his head, finding it somehow astounding that these two were in such harmony when it comes to their child. And then it was his father's turn... Mitsuki stared up at him for only a moment before striding forward for a hug, finding it much easier to do nowadays. "Thank you..." he whispered. "Thank you for being here... for giving me the chance to start healing... truly." "I never thought that would be something I was capable of," the sannin said, in a quiet but also soft tone that Mitsuki came to believe was only reserved for him. "Bringing the best out of me... as best as it could be of course... you accomplished no small feat, child." The boy smiled softly to himself, finally, years and years later... finding something in his soul that resonated with his father's. That realization, however... didn't come without an afterthought. "I meant to ask..." he slowly pushed himself away from his father, to have a better look in his eyes. "What happened to Log? Or rather... what will...?" The look in his father's eyes hardened for a moment, though it was so fleeting that the boy could easily think that he had imagined it, more so when he heard the impartial tone of his voice soon after. "I don't know what is going on through his mind... and I intend not to push it further. If he's not coming back with us... that's his decision." Mitsuki waited for a bit for him to elaborate. "That's it?" he asked incredulously when the man didn't. "You... you don't mind him going off on his own?" "I don't deny him his free will." was Orochimaru's curt reply, leaving Mitsuki trying to decipher whether he was as impassive as he let it shown. It seemed cold even for the sannin, especially after their own relationship took a turn for the better. What was it that was different with Log...? "Another thing is..." All traces of the earlier conversation left the sannin's face as an uncanny look settled in his eyes. "There is one more who can't wait to speak to you again." The boy was baffled for a moment. "But who...?" Then, as he kept staring at his father's eyes, gold and snake-like, it suddenly dawned on him. "Oh." he breathed, eyes wide. "You don't just summon your contract and then leave her clueless for a month." Now there was amusement in his tone. The boy had begun sweating a little - he had rarely seen Isis angry before, mostly in the presence of his pet snake, Koburo, and it wasn't really something he was looking forward to. Who would have thought that a summoning animal had such a colorful vocabulary? "You're right," he finally amended with a sigh. "I'm gonna talk to her first chance I got." The answering smirk didn't leave Orochimaru's face as he and the Taka started making their way out of the gates. Mitsuki kept gazing after them until their speeding forms became a blur, and then sighed again before drawing out blood and making the sign for summoning. It was a weird reunion - making the boy wonder whether snakes could go in for a hug or not. But then, he thought, maybe he should be glad not to find it out right then. "Mitsuki-sama!" Isis hissed in excitement as soon as she appeared, slithering on the forest floor in what appeared to be joy. "You have no idea how worried I was!" "I'm sorry," the boy said sheepishly, feeling a little touched that Isis cared about him to this extent... and was she this tall when he last saw her? "It's not that pleasant in the Ryuuchi cave, just so you know," the snake continued in disdain. Mitsuki couldn't help a small chuckle then. "Not in good graces with the bigger snakes?" The hiss now was in a more warning tone. "I can fend off for myself, thank you very much. Although that Garaga tends to get very annoying..." Mitsuki started laughing, and the richness of his tone took him by surprise. "You can tell me all about it on our way back." And so they headed back into the village, to his home, Mitsuki listening to her time in her birthplace eagerly. A few of the passerbys who greeted him took a moment to stare at the snake but no one bothered to intervene. Mitsuki knew that he probably shouldn't exert the amount of chakra that he was using right now, at least not for a while, but he just couldn't bring himself to send Isis back in such a short time after she spent a month away. "Next time you're not gonna be able to send me away. I'll be right beside you, protecting you." she vowed vehemently. They had reached his apartment suite. The boy came to a stop. He... really didn't expect another visitor today. The woman had heard their voices. She turned to them, adjusting the paper bag in her arms so that it wouldn't fall over. A smile spread across her face. "'morning, Mitsuki," she said lightly. "I was hoping to catch up to you before I head west." "Izumi-san..." he mumbled, still baffled, causing the woman to chuckle softly. "Really, how many times must I tell you to just call me Izumi?" Beside him, Isis's hiss was inconspicuous. "Mitsuki-sama, is this woman bothering you? Shall I bite her?" "Umm, no." Shaking his head to clear it up, Mitsuki addressed the kunoichi. "Why don't you come in?" It soon turned out that Izumi did not just drop in for a casual visit - inside the bag were all the ingredients necessary for a full-on breakfast. "I thought maybe we could have breakfast together." she said cheerfully. "Thanks... I would love that." the boy replied, not sure what else to say more. The situation still seemed a little strange, but he didn't feel awkward. He was somehow... used to this laxed attitude of hers after all, even feeling comforted by it. He had not seen Izumi-san too often, one more time in their field trip to Kirigakure, but that had never been the determining factor in their relationship. She was just such an easy person to get along with. "Please, let me help you-" "No, no, none of that." the redhead almost shooed him from in front of the kitchen counter, earning herself a glare from Isis that only Mitsuki noticed. "Consider this an early birthday celebration." "O-oh." Now came the being uncomfortable part - he didn't want to be an inconvenience to her. "You don't have to do that..." "Nope, I don't have to. But I want to." She put her hand on his shoulder, her eyes warm. "Because we are friends, right? And friends do look out for each other." He smiled, a bit timid but natural all the same. "You're right. But if there's anything I can help with, I'll do it." "You just sit down and make yourself comfy." It was kinda amazing how she almost acted like she was the one living here. Then she drew a little closer to him to whisper. "But do keep an eye on your snake for me, okay?" Mitsuki did let out a small laugh. So the woman wasn't oblivious. He made his way to the sofa, and found Isis curled up beside it. "Behave," he whispered to her in an undertone. "Behave? I'm on my best behavior!" Well... considering some of their fights with Koburo, Mitsuki had to admit that she had a point. It didn't take Izumi too long - actually, soon enough, the boy had started to smell something delicious. Was she somehow aware of his favorite dish? He was left mystified - and inexplicably warm, once again feeling as if he is on familiar territory with this woman. "Would you like some coffee?" he offered, raising his voice, just so he had something to do. Izumi peeked over her shoulder at him. "You drink coffee?" "Well... yeah..." he sounded confused. "I did gain a favor to filter coffee this year..." "I don't usually comment on people's choices, but... I don't know, Mitsuki," her smile was both sheepish and somehow stern enough to remind him of Karin. "You had a difficult heart surgery... filter coffee probably won't be the best idea." "Or we could do with some tea," he mumbled, mollified. She didn't have any objections to that, and they didn't talk much as Mitsuki busied himself with making the tea. He needed that - because otherwise, the thoughts in his head were going to jumble in a mess. He knew their intentions were good, so it was not like he was begrudging them for their attitude, but... it still didn't make it right when he already felt like he was failing so many people. There, he finally laid it out in front of him. While everyone around him lately treated him with great respect and reverie, as if he was some kind of a hero, he was... nothing short of terrified at how things looked up for him at this point. He remembered it like yesterday, the talk with Sakura-san and Tsunade-sama. They had tried to be nice about it, but no matter how they were delivered, the implications were still ghastly for him. He had suffered major damage to his heart, after all, and he had to go through a vigorous and complicated healing process, practically living in the hospital from now on. Both women were vague about how much his ninja life would be affected, but also made sure that he realized how important it was that he should draw back as soon as they sensed something was going wrong. Which was such a scary thought that he had started losing sleep over it. If he wasn't going to be able to become a ninja, to continue on the path... then what? What would become of him? All he knew, ever since he had been little, was how to be cunning, aggressive and deadly as a ninja. He didn't know - had no idea - how to become anything less. And more than that, more than feeling inept... "Here you go." "Hmm?" He was a little disoriented when he raised his head and realized that he was already sitting on the table, and Izumi had just placed a table of scrambled eggs in front of him. Had he become so automatic, so... robotic in his moves to not notice what he was doing? "Thanks," he mumbled, picking up his fork. They ate in silence for a while. The woman had even reserved some of the meal for Isis, who was happily nibbling at it on the floor. Mitsuki didn't know if the kunoichi did this on purpose, to gain some favors from the snake, because if that was her intention, it seemed to be working. "There is something bothering you." Izumi said after a while, not in a questioning manner. The boy realized that he wasn't keeping his expression quite as blank as he had hoped. "What makes you think so?" he asked evasively, not sure how he could even launch into his worries. The woman chuckled lightly. "Two things. One, a small crease immediately appears between your brows, indicating you are in deep thought. And two... you become too still. No one can stay that still for so long." Mitsuki raised an eyebrow, impressed somehow. "I didn't know that." "You would be surprised." The redhead's expression turned serious again. "So... wanna talk about it?" It took him a while to realize that he was absent-mindedly toying with the food. "I don't know how to tell what's on my mind..." "Give it a try?" Izumi put her fork down, bringing a hand under her chin as she regarded him carefully. "I can wait - I have a bit of a time." He looked up at her, curious now. "You leaving for Kiri?" "Yup. I have stalled my return a bit longer as it is... but never mind that now." Her gaze turned intense, but she didn't say another word. Mitsuki too put his fork down with a sigh. Something about that look... prompted him to speak, no matter how hard it was. "You want to know what the worst part of it all is?" he began, his hands finding their way to his teacup, just to have a hold on something, to ground him. "Everyone... everyone in the village started treating me like I'm special... they shunned me at first, when the orphanage was attacked, but then had a change of heart because I did something rash and landed myself in the hospital..." "And it bothers you that they were so prejudiced about you before?" the woman guessed. "That's not all of it..." No need to say how major a part it was. "But thinking back on it... people only began respecting me because I was able to do it... to save the village from a possible catastrophe... and now... now that might be taken from me..." "Taken how?" "It's not yet clear... whether I can turn back to my old life, y'know." His fingers tightened a little more around the cup. "It's still early to say, but... ninja life could be too much for me..." The woman didn't say anything to that, just listening. "And I... well I don't know... what I would do without it... it's everything I know, everything I lived with..." He shook his head slowly. "The thought that I probably snuffed all those chances out... It's much more than what I can stand." A small, knowing smirk played on Izumi's lips. "No, I never took you for a boy who could just stand aside and let the world roll by." "More than that..." His gaze was directed in her general direction, but he wasn't really seeing her. "You know... the whole reason I came to Konoha... why I wanted to become a ninja... was so that I..." his voice dropped to a whisper. He didn't even know if she could hear him anymore. "...that I give my father a reason to be proud of me..." Compassion began to replace the pensive look in the woman's eyes. "Oh..." she mused softly. Mitsuki dropped his gaze to his hands, not wanting to face that compassion. "That's... that's what bothers me the most... that I probably flunked my chance to make him proud in a moment of rash action..." Izumi didn't reply immediately, seeming to gather her thoughts. "Mitsuki-" she began a moment later, but he cut her off instantly. "Please don't tell me I should disregard these thoughts and just focus on getting better," he said, his tone a little irritated. "I already have that from the medics, my sensei, my friends... just don't. It doesn't make things better." "I was not going to say that." she amended. "I wasn't." she insisted when the boy simply looked doubtful. "But do tell me... how do you feel? What would you like to do instead?" There was no hesitation in his tone as he replied. "I want to prove everyone that I'm still on my game, that I'm still capable of this life." He bent a little down to pat Isis's head. Wasn't it already proof enough that he could keep her around for this long, without breaking a sweat? "Because the way I see it..." The redhead leaned a bit forward to try to look in his eyes. "All you have to do is to go out there and grab what you want, and don't listen to anyone else as long as you know and respect your limits." "My limits?" Mitsuki asked, confused. "It's just that, everyone will have a guess about what's hurtful or what's tiring for you, right? Like me earlier, with the coffee," she added with a knowing smile, making the boy to suddenly become a little awkward. "But you are the one living in that body and you know your own limits, how much you can handle. As long as you know the right moment to stop, I don't see a reason why you shouldn't keep trying." "You really think so?" It was such a different attitude to what he had been subjected to, Mitsuki was simply amazed. To take control of his own destiny... that was all he wanted, all he asked for. No one before had taken this approach with him though... Now he was seeing Izumi-san in a whole new light. "Well, you are talking to the person who defied her own mother in career choices," the kunoichi said with a small chuckle. "No one knows you better than you do Mitsuki... so don't let anyone stump on whatever you want to do with your life." "Even if it means I got to drink filter coffee?" the blue haired boy asked shrewdly, and then laughed at the taken aback expression on the woman's face. But she started laughing after a second, too. "You got me there. But first let's finish our breakfast, we will speak about this more later." "Gladly," the boy replied, a little amazed at how sincere he sounded. Maybe... just maybe there was a reason for him to keep his hopes up. ... And that was how Mitsuki found himself in the practice ground next morning, after some much needed sleep. Somehow, he was always sleepy lately. He was practicing basic shuriken jutsu... or well, it was supposed to be basic anyway. His infuriation kept growing, more and more with each throw. It felt like each throw triggered some dull pain in his chest, making his hand jerk in the last minute. And no matter how tiny that jerk was... the shuriken kept flying in odd directions. It was best not to mention that his bending skill had grown pretty much non-existent. He puffed his cheeks in an exhale, glaring at his target, as if this was its fault. Respect one's limits... but how was he supposed to do that, when even something as easy as shuriken practice had become a task...? Suddenly, he saw something flash in his peripheral vision. On instinct, he drew around and pulled a kunai from under his sleeve in one quick motion, knocking the shuriken thrown at him in the last moment. A soft chuckle made him glance in what had to be the direction of the throw. He met the warm eyes of Sarada, who still had her hand in the air, and the huge grin of Boruto. "See?" the Uchiha said joyfully, dropping her hand. "You are not out of shape after all." And then, without a warning, they both lunged forward. The element of surprise lasted for only about five seconds, and then the blue haired boy was keeping up with his friends. Sloppily, he would've said in any other situation, but he managed to evade most of their attacks, just receiving one punch on his arm from Boruto one time. The best part of it was... that he could tell their friends weren't holding back all too much. This was all in the context of sparring rules - Mitsuki felt his spirit rising with each moment. "There you guys are!" Momentarily distracted by the voice, Boruto slipped... and Sarada's fist connected. "Ouch!!" "Whoops...! Sorry..." Shikadai was descending the stairs to reach them, with what looked like a tablet computer in his hands. His usual carefree smirk was in place as he took the scene in. "Sorry about that," he said lightly. "But she was literally pestering me to come find Mitsuki and so..." "Hey!" A female voice resounded from the tablet. The Nara sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes as he took the last few steps and reached Team Konohamaru. "Sheesh, calm down already will you? I found your boyfriend-" "Shikadai!!!" The scream was surely heard all around the training area as Shikadai gave the tablet to a baffled Mitsuki, who looked down to see a dark pink haired girl with big, brown eyes... and a very deep blush. "Where did you even- oh... hi Mitsuki," the girl said warmly, her eyes shining. Her blush receded, only leaving a light sheen of pink on her cheeks. "Hey, we're here too, y'know," Boruto said almost indignantly, but his tone was light. "Sorry," Shikadai's cousin, Natsumi said with a kind natured laugh. "But Dai told me Mitsuki was awake, and I just wanted to check in myself." "Oh... thank you." The blue haired boy smiled. "How are things in Suna?" "They're great," the girl said cheerfully. "But never mind that now... I-I'm just so glad..." she stopped for a minute to still her breathing. "I'm so glad you finally made it... It's been too long..." "I know... sorry about it..." Natsumi laughed softly. "What are you saying sorry for? Being brave and selfless? It was nothing I didn't expect from you..." And then a light blush colored her cheeks once again. "C'mon, let's give them a minute." Sarada told the boys, taking each of them by their arms. "Hey, come visit us again Konpeito!" Boruto called as he was being towed away. The girl on the screen rolled her eyes, but her smile was still intact. "Look who's talking about visits," she mumbled, and then turned her attention back to the blue haired boy. "And also... happy birthday Mitsuki! I hope you will have a great day." "Actually, I'm certain Boruto will see to it," Mitsuki chuckled to himself. "I wish I could be there in person but... academy..." "Well, there's always next year..." "That's a promise then," Natsumi concluded. "I have to go now, I have practice with mom, so see you around, okay?" As the video screen blackened, Mitsuki felt he was feeling even more optimistic than this morning... ... The day flew by too quickly after that. Before he knew it, he had joined the Uzumakis in their living room with Sarada and Sakura, them chanting the birthday song as Hinata brought the cake. "Alright, make a great wish!" Boruto said, his smile bright as the sun. "Thirteen is an important age, 'ttebasa!" Sarada, sitting next to him, nudged him light-heartedly. "Are you planning to say this every time we have a birthday?" "Well, there's nothing wrong with it!" the blond defended himself. "Not at all," Mitsuki laughed, content, feeling like he could stand to hear Boruto say that as many times as it would take. But he did exact a good amount of thought on his wish. Keeping this bond with his family and friends for as long as they lived... that sounded like a reasonable goal. Smiling to himself, he blew out the candles, receiving a round applause. Sitting there, surrounded by the people who obviously loved him, and eating delicious homemade cake, full courtesy of Sakura-san and Sarada, it indeed felt like his dream was within his easy reach. Boruto jumped to his feet immediately after they were finished with the cake. "Time for presents." "Where's the fire?" Naruto mumbled under his breath, but his smile too was huge and genuine. The boy really didn't expect much - he didn't expect presents at all, really - but... it warmed his heart to an extent he didn't know was possible. First was Sakura. Mitsuki's eyes widened in wonder when she handed him a... "I... but this..." he couldn't form a sentence, causing the pink haired woman to chuckle softly. "I was tipped off that you are interested in medical studies. I thought this might come in handy in the near future." He barely tore his eyes apart from the medic kit to stare at her. "Thank you..." "But you'll have plenty of time to go through it," Sakura continued with a knowing smile. "These two won't be able to wait out for too long." And it was Boruto and Sarada's turn. Whatever that was wrapped in the gift packs they had, seemed to be a little crudely packed, making it impossible to guess what it could be, and the boy tore at the packages curiously. And then he started laughing. They were hand-made photo frames, and each of them showcased pictures of him and his friends - but that wasn't the only thing that made them so special. Boruto and Sarada had both decorated the frames with drawings, and the blond's... lack of skill made his frame just as endearing as Sarada's perfect lines. "Thank you, both of you..." he said, still smiling. "And here is mine." With Hinata-san's voice Mitsuki turned to the woman. Instead of a package though, she was holding... what seemed to be folded clothes out for him. As he recognized the outfit on the top, a wondrous look etched into his eyes. He slowly traced his fingers on the two-toned blue fabric, feeling a... strange sense of reunion. "It was almost damaged beyond repair," Hinata said softly. "But I couldn't give up without a try and so... here we are." Something in her tone made the blue haired boy feel warm all over... like Hinata had just conveyed in her words how the Uzumaki family never gave up on him... "Hinata-san..." "Hey, try on your Uzumaki sweater too!" Himawari said with a big grin. "Hima, we're in July it's a little too hot for that," Boruto reminded his sister, but Mitsuki tried it on anyway. It felt soft and comfortable... like home... "Thank you very much..." he told the woman sincerely, not knowing what else to say. "Dad, dad, let's show Mitsu-nii our present now!" the youngest Uzumaki's excitement was hard to contain. "Yep." Naruto rose from his seat and looked at him. "Okay Mitsuki... can you come upstairs with us for a minute?" And so they moved the party upstairs... in a manner of speech. Mitsuki wondered what got everyone so interested about this gift. They stopped in front of the house's guest room. Himawari, right behind him, put her hands over his eyes, catching him by surprise. "No peeking," she warned cheerfully. He heard the door opening and then the light switch clicking. There was some scuffling, and finally Hima pulled her hands back with a, "Ta-daa!" He was looking at a fully-furnished room. Or well... more elaborately and personally decorated than any other usual guest rooms. Indeed, Sarada had just finished placing the photo frames on a shelf. "Well, we have the basics and everything... but your opinions matter the most." Naruto tried to explain, but the boy was still lost. "I... I'm not sure if I understand..." "Because this is gonna be your room, 'ttebasa!" his best friend said joyfully. "M-my room?" "Only if you want to, of course," Hinata said quickly. "But we would love to have you move in with us." "Because you see..." Naruto's eyes were soft, just like his tone. "We realized that we don't like seeing you return to that cold house all by yourself... so that's what we all want to offer you Mitsuki. A chance to return to your family at the end of the day." The boy was effectively rendered speechless. He was so taken aback that he couldn't even say if he was breathing at the moment or not. "I... I don't know what to say..." "Just say you accept it!" Boruto clapped him on the shoulder. "You know I'll just pester you endlessly about it, anyway." "And how's that giving him his own choice?" Sarada teased her friend. But it was already too late... One by one, images started to show up in front of the boy's mind eye. Coming home every night to the warmth of the Uzumaki house and to Hinata-san's delicious meals... Sitting at that desk, studying medicine as he was drinking his coffee... Himawari bringing in some cookies, bragging about the fact that she made them herself... Training or just goofing around the front lawn with her and Boruto... and welcoming Naruto home whenever they get the chance to see him for the day... "Family..." he mumbled almost to himself, feeling the warmth settle and grow around his heart. "That's right... you said you considered every one of us a family and now... let us be your family in Konoha." Mitsuki took another moment to get his emotions under control, worried that he could make a spectacle out of himself if he continued this way. "That..." he finally began, but had to clear his throat before moving on. "That's much more than I could ever ask for... and nothing would make me happier than living with you." "Is that a yes then?" Hima was practically jumping up and down with joy. The blue haired boy laughed as he ruffled her hair a bit. "Yep, Hima, that's definitely a yes." The celebrations didn't go too far this time - because Boruto had grabbed both Mitsuki's and Sarada's hands, pulling them behind him. "Alright then, let's go!" "Go? Where?" Sarada asked, mystified and a little annoyed. "To help Mitsuki pack up, duh! Tonight is his last night in that house, 'ttebasa!" As the friends kept bickering among themselves, the adults followed them downstairs, stopping just inside the door to gaze after them with soft smiles... ... It would turn out that Boruto's surprises were not yet finished. They didn't spend a lot of time in his apartment, after all, he didn't really have a lot to pack. Mitsuki had imagined going back to the Uzumaki household, but he should have his suspicions when Sarada pulled the faded old quilt from the bag of packed things, saying that they would probably need that. It was the quilt Karin knit for him before he left for Konoha. The boy had really not imagined... that their next destination was the waterfall. Mitsuki gasped lightly - it was just like how he had planned out for his best friend's birthday. The make-shift boat, the flag, the plunder... he chuckled when he realized even the parrot was there. Of course, the weather conditions had worn out everything just a little... but that made the atmosphere all the more perfect. "Happy birthday, Mitsuki," Boruto and Sarada both said, scooting a little closer to him. ... From that point, he had no idea how he came here. He was crouching behind a bolder, and he had the unsettling feeling that he was hiding from something... or someone. And one thing he knew without a doubt was that he was alone... all alone... A cold, terrifying cloud of uncertainty settled around his heart, making it thud loudly. "Come out come out wherever you are...!" he heard a voice just then, which made him cower in spite of himself. "Fucking snake brat... Takeru the cat will find you and fucking eat you alive, I swear on it!" The proximity, the animosity of the voice... Mitsuki knew he probably should start running away, or think of a way to fight back... but he was frozen on the spot, trying to fight the urge to cover his ears... A sudden, very bright light flashed, like that of a lightning... ... Sarada wasn't sure just why she woke up with a start, but she imagined it had been a few hours since they fell asleep, side by side, the quilt covering them. The sky had a purplish tint to the blackness, indicating that it was the early morning hours. She half raised herself on one of her elbows to see what might have woken her up. The first thing she noticed was that Mitsuki seemed restless. He was shivering, and there was sweat gathering on his forehead, while his expression was also distressed, even in sleep. The girl couldn't be sure whether she should wake him up or not... if he was having a nightmare, maybe this was the best course of action. But when she raised her hand to gently shake him awake... another hand clamped on her wrist. Boruto was also awake. As their eyes met, Sarada understood the blond's point of view clearly. He didn't want to wake Mitsuki up. It wouldn't exactly chase away the nightmares for long... Coming to a non-verbal agreement, the Uzumaki and the Uchiha just scooted closer to their friend, wrapping their arms around him, hoping that this would create some sort of comfort... ... The boy had run out of places to hide... they were approaching, he knew it. He wasn't going to make it out of here alive... The two men that were following him, on blond and the other brunet, were standing only a couple of feet away from him, both leering from ear to ear. The blond raised his hand and the lightning bolt appeared in it, making the blue haired boy flinch , trying to make himself a smaller target... But then, something he never would've expected happened. Suddenly, he wasn't alone. Like some sort of miracle, his best friends appeared right beside him, taking attack stances. "Don't worry Mitsuki, we fight beside you now." Boruto said, determination raw in his voice. "Shannaro!" Sarada exclaimed, her sharingan activated as she took out several shurikens. Another flash, and Konohamaru-sensei was there too. "No one messes with my students when I'm around!" he hissed through gritted teeth as he glared at the two assailants. And one by one, other people from Konoha and his home back in the hideout appeared... Log... Hinata-san... Karin... Izumi-san... and many, so many more... It was like all of his loved ones, the people who loved and cared about him, came here to his aid when it mattered the most... His attackers began backing away, panic apparent in their eyes and movements... Lord Seventh appeared just then, taking a protective stance beside him. "Protect Mitsuki at all costs!" his voice rang out clearly. The boy felt a lump forming in his throat with his words and presence... But the best was yet to come. He had just enough time to blink once... ...and then his father was standing directly in front of him, shielding him from view, tall, fierce and powerful... The scene was completed... With everyone there, ready to stand their ground with him... the boy no longer felt alone... ... The rising sun shone on the sleeping forms of Team Konohamaru, gently illuminating their peaceful expressions.

#boruto #naruto #sacrifices #mitsuki #sarada #orochimaru #log

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crackimagines · 7 years ago

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I'm glad you guys enjoy my idea. tbh, I didn't expected you to write reference from L.A. Noire since I saw them as Sherlock and Watson, lol. Here's my another idea: Kyoko Phelps & Shuichi Bekowsky and the Mystery of Twogami. Souda was looking for Twogami and thought he was lost (but in reality, he was disguised as different person). As Souda give a pic of Twogami to them, it was Byakuya. YES, BYAKUYA HAVE TO GET INVOLVED THE MESS AGAIN.

Well then @cryptidcondiment , you know who to thank for this! Also, I will use every chance available to me to spread the good game that is LA Noire.

Thanks @aelichan for the ask, and I hope you and the others will enjoy!

THE DR CASES

THE IMPERSONATOR’S DAY OFF

Kyoko Phelps walked down the hallway, looking at a notebook she had been writing in.

(Kyoko) “I don’t get this at all…Somehow this book keeps filling in itself whenever I ask someone questions. Not only that, it somehow fills out the info I don’t even know about the person yet hyper accurately, and that’s not even getting to the face drawings…”

(Shuichi’s Voice) “Hey, Phelps!”

Kyoko looked up and saw Shuichi wave to her as he was talking with Kaede.

(Kyoko) “Hello Bekowsky. I take it this is the lucky lady?”

(Shuichi) “Yup. Kaede, this is my partner, Kyoko Phelps. We serve in the same desk, Traffic. Right now we’re off duty so that’s why we’re at school as of recently.”

(Kaede) “I told you to call me sweetheart Shui-…Um, hi there Kyoko! It’s nice to meet you!”

Kyoko shook hands with Kaede firmly.

(Kaede) “You’ve been treating the love of my life good haven’t you?”

(Shuichi) “K-Kaede!”

(Kyoko) “Of course. We’re partners after all. Besides, SOMEONE has to give him relationship advice-”

Kyoko turned to Shuichi with a playful smirk.

(Kyoko) “Don’t want you to end up in the doghouse after all-”

(Shuichi) “PHELPS!”

Kaede laughed heartily, before turning to Shuichi.

(Kaede) “I’m glad she has a sense of humor!”

(Shuichi) “I…don’t think that’s very funny-”

(Soda’s voice) “BYAKUYA! BYAKUYAAAAA!!!!!”

Soda frantically looked around the hallways, frantically searching for Byakuya Togami. He basically looked like a psychopath, shouting his name so loud to the point anyone could hear him from the cafeteria downstairs.

(Shuichi) “Isn’t that the Ultimate Mechanic?”

(Kaede) “Yeah, what’s he calling Byakuya for?”

(Kyoko) “Hm…Bekowsky, let’s check it out. Until next time, Kaede.”

(Kaede) “Yeah sure thing! See ya guys!”

Kaede hugged Shuichi fiercely, then waved them goodbye. Shuichi readjusted his hat, and turned to Kyoko.

(Shuichi) “You REALLY had to make that joke?!”

(Kyoko) “Oh come along my intense protege. Have a bit of fun once in a while.”

Kyoko and Shuichi walked up to Soda while displaying their badges.

(Kyoko) “Phelps and Bekowsky, LAPD. What seems to be the trouble?”

(Soda) “Oh thank god, the cops! Listen, a friend of mine has gone missing!”

(Kyoko) “You mean Byakuya Togami right? We heard you shouting his name.”

(Shuichi) “Wait, missing? What do you mean? Me and Phelps saw him a day or two ago.”

(Soda) “Huh? What do you mean? Oh! You mean that guy who LOOKS like Byakuya right? Sorry, but that ain’t him!”

(Shuichi) “H-Huh? What do you mean?”

(Kyoko) “…Humor me mister…?”

(Soda) “Soda. Kazuichi Soda.”

(Kyoko) “Mister Soda, do you have any photos of him, by any chance?”

(Soda) “Huh? Oh yeah, here ya go.”

Soda handed the two a picture of Byakuya, and both of them were shocked seeing the Togami Soda was talking about.

(Kyoko) “…Well this is new.”

(Shuichi) “Well, he uh…certainly looks like Byakuya but…bigger.”

(Soda) “Can you help me find him?! I was going to ask him something, but I’m afraid something’s happened to him!”

(Shuichi) “Well Phelps, what are you thinking?”

(Kyoko) “Hm…I wasn’t aware there was someone else who looked like Byakuya…perhaps, we should confront Byakuya ourselves. Come along.”

Shuichi nodded, and everyone followed Kyoko into the library.

(Shuichi) “Ah, of course he’s in here.”

(Kyoko) “Bya-”

(Soda) “WHAT THE HELL?! THAT’S NOT BYAKUYA! THAT’S NOT HIM AT ALL!”

(Byakuya) “…Pardon?-”

As soon as he saw Shuichi and Kyoko again, he braced himself. If this was anything like the brownie incident, is that this was going to be very fucking stupid.

(Byakuya) “You two again. 2nd time this week. What crazy mess did I get myself into this time?”

(Kyoko) “No words needed really, just look at this.”

(Shuichi) “Uh Phelps, is that a good ide-”

Byakuya spat out his tea violently, and stood up instantly, gripping the photo hard.

(Byakuya) “What’s the meaning of this?! Why is this…slob looking exactly like me?!”

(Kyoko) “That’s what me and Bekowsky want to get to the bottom of, Togami.”

(Soda) “Who are you really?! Cause you sure aren’t the Togami I know!”

(Shuichi) “I’m…gonna have to ask you to stay quiet Soda. Let the LAPD handle this and uh…You’re causing a scene.”

Soda turned around and saw lots of students look at him with a death glare as they were trying to study.

(Soda) “S-sorry…”

(Byakuya) “Let’s leave. I wish to find this imposter myself..”

(Soda) “B-Before that!”

Soda quickly walked over to the students and handed them the picture of Byakuya.

(Soda) “Have you seen this man?”

(Toko) “Nope. L-Leave me alone.”

(Sayaka) “I haven’t.”

(???) “Isn’t he right behind you?”

(Taka) “No, apologies. Also, please do not yell in the library, it is not welcome in this kind of environment.”

(Soda) “Welp, worth a try.”

(Shuichi) “…Wait, who’s that gi-”

(Kyoko) “Come along Bekowsky, or we’re gonna leave you behind.”

Shuichi shrugged, and followed Kyoko. After walking around the school, they couldn’t find him virtually anywhere. It seemed that all their questioning had come to a major roadblock.

(Byakuya) “This is getting us nowhere. I thought you two were good at your jobs.”

(Shuichi) “Not when there’s this little evidence…”

(Kyoko) “Is there something we’re overlooking?”

(Soda) “Hmm…What if…that one in the photo is an imposter?…Wait, WHAT IF THE ONE IN FRONT OF US IS THE IMPOSTER!”

(Kyoko/Shuichi) “…”

(Byakuya) “What are you talking about?! I AM THE REAL BYAKUYA TOGAMI!”

(Soda) “Oh thats full of shit! You agree with me, right Miss Phelps?!”

MAXIMUM DOUBT TIME

(Kyoko) “That is not the case, mister Soda. In fact, this entire case has been a waste of the LAPD’s time.”

(Soda) “H-Huh?!”

(Shuichi) “Oh god, here we go-”

(Kyoko) “Tell me, Soda. What do you need from this Byakuya?”

(Soda) “W-Well um..that’s very private!”

(Kyoko) “Would this happen to do something with Sonia Nevermind?”

(Soda) “HUH?!”

(Shuichi) “Me and my partner know about your thirst for the Ultimate Princess. Heck, even the whole school knows! Tell them, Togami.”

(Byakuya) “Don’t tell me tha-…”ahem”Yes, even I know that you have a thing for her. But unfortunately for you, she doesn’t have her sights on you, does she?”

(Soda) “E-EGH!”

(Kyoko) “She’s very fond of the Ultimate Breeder, Gundham Tanaka, and you were about to ask a classmate for something to impress her, weren’t you!”

(Soda) “O-Of course not! What does this have to do with Miss Sonia?!”

(Byakuya) “Everything actually, seeing how you kept messing up the LAPD’s and my questioning, you’re just after his…No, MY money, weren’t you?”

(Soda) “GAH!”

(Shuichi) “With that, I don’t think we need much more evidence, now do we? Phelps?”

(Kyoko) “Cuff him, Bekowsky.”

(Soda) “WHAT?!-”

(Kyoko) “The Bureau is gonna LOVE you, Soda. Let’s see what they think about wasting police time and resources on a wild goose chase like this!”

Shuichi handcuffed Soda, and shoved him towards Byakuya.

(Kyoko) “Alright, we’ll let you take it from here, Togami.”

(Byakuya) “Heh, with pleasure.”

(Soda) “NO, PLEASE! THIS ISN’T CONSTITUTIONAL! MISS SONIAAAA! HELP MEEEE!!!-”

As Byakuya dragged Soda away, Kyoko and Shuichi took a deep breath.

(Kyoko) “So, what do you think?”

Kyoko and Shuichi turned to the door behind them, and a voice that sounded exactly like Byakuya’s came out of it.

(Twogami’s Voice) “Not bad, not bad at all…It was nice to have a day off from being Togami for once. Looks like I made the right choice contacting the LAPD.”

(Kyoko) “Of course, Soda most likely would have recognized you, correct?”

(Twogami) “Yes…Thank you, Phelps and Bekowsky from saving me from that idiot…Speaking of, when will he realize that you two were off duty?”

(Shuichi) “Eh, most likely when the boys in blue we ordered to come here start cracking up.”

(Kyoko) “Well, we shall see you later.”

(Twogami) “You know, Phelps. It seems your sense of humor has picked up today for some reason…Not that I’m complaining, no one likes a stick in the mud detective…By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, we’re in Japan so…Why are you called the LAPD? It stands for the Los Angeles Police Department.”

(Shuichi/Kyoko) “…”

They both looked at each other, then quickly walking away, and dodging the issue.

(Twogami) “…Guys?…Hello?…T-The door is still locked!”

Post-Case Report:

Byakuya Togami was then called out by most of the school the next day, for being so incredibly fat, and somehow losing it all in one day, and at the same time getting a wardrobe change. When he called Kyoko Phelps and Shuichi Bekowsky into question, both of them responded as if they had never done the case yesterday, making him deal with people’s bullshit for the next week and a half. At the same time, it was noted an alarmingly high amount of people were concerned about Kyoko Phelps messing with people had increased tenfold during this week alone.

- Report given by Traffic Detective Shuichi Bekowsky

CASE CLOSED

#sdr2 #dr2 #dr1 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #shitpost #la noire #cole phelps #stefan bekowsky #shuichi saihara #kyoko kirigri #byakuya togami #The DR Cases #kazuichi souda #byakuya twogami

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quiet-night-musings · 4 years ago

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Justine and Just Him - The Listahan (00)

Justine and Just The Paper Plane

Juliana's 18th Birthday

"Juliana, anak. You are now 18 and I can see that you are excited. But remember, it also comes with responsibilities. Hindi mo na mawawala sa amin ng Papa mo ang mag-alala para sa'yo. But also remember that we are here for you. To support you. To take care of you. To love you. Have fun and enjoy the grownup things you can do now that you are officially 18. Happy birthday, Juliana! We love you!"

Elisa's 18th Birthday

"Let's ask the debutante!"

"What are you most excited about now that you are 18?"

"I can now drive a car!" Eli giggled.

Sabrina's 18th Birthday

"We heard that you did something interesting before you turned 18. Can you share it with us?"

"I went to Ilocos and traveled alone," Sab shyly answered.

"Wow! Do your parents know about it?"

"Yes. They even informed the hotel that I'm traveling alone and booked a room for me."

"Why did you think about traveling alone? Did your parents easily agree with your plan?"

"Uh... Dad was against it. Actually, both of them were against it at first. But I talked to them that I wanted to try solo travel. They wanted to go with me but it will only ruin the plan of solo traveling."

"Paano mo sila napapayag?"

"I just told them that I'll still leave whether they'd allow me or not. Maybe they realized na baka maglayas ako kung hindi nila ako payagan."

"Maybe they realized that they should trust you. But after all, they are your parents. And we can't take it from them to worry."

"Yeah, sa sobrang worried nila, I was on the bus to Ilocos and they called me every hour."

Everyone in the ballroom roared in laughter.

Angelica's 18th Birthday

"This is one of the days that we are excited about. But your Dad said this is the day he fears the most," Geli's mom joked and the guests laughed. "You are officially 18. You not only gain legal rights and responsibilities but this is also an exciting time of your teenage life. Many things will change as you reach the legal age. But remember that my love and your Dad's love for you will never change. Happy birthday, Angel!"

Tonette's 18th Birthday

"Does our debutante have any plans as she turns 18?"

"Ah.. siguro... I want to get a tattoo."

Rosie's 18th Birthday

"Is there something that scares you now that you are 18?"

"Uhm... getting jailed."

The guests laughed at Rosie's answer.

Cheska's 18th Birthday

"Our debutante has a surprise for everyone!"

"Yes! I'll be making cocktail drinks later for all of you. That's one of the things I tried to learn before my birthday."

"What's your favorite cocktail to make?"

"Almost everything. I enjoyed making them, but I love Margaritas, Pina Colada, Bloody Mary, and vodka spritz."

Fritzie's 18th Birthday

"Thank you sa lahat na mga bumati at pumunta ngayong gabi. I am deeply touched by your birthday greetings. To Mommy and Daddy, thank you for making my birthday extra special. I wouldn't be here right now if not for both of you. To my best friends, thank you for always being there for me. Huwag muna kayong umuwi. May usapan tayong uminom hanggang alas-dose!"

"We're going to get drunk!" a friend of Ate Fritzie yelled.

Joyce's 18th Birthday

"Salamat kay Mama at Papa na nag-plano para sa birthday ko. Akala ko hindi ako makakapag-celebrate pero na surprise ako."

"And you surprised your parents, too!"

"Hala... sorry po, Pa. Hindi ko naman po itatago. Naghahanap lang po ng tamang timing."

The guests laughed at Joyce.

"So is it true?"

"Po?" Jo asked shyly.

"That you have a boyfriend? Itatago natin sa pangalang Kent?"

Joyce couldn't hide her embarrassed smile. She slowly nodded and blushed when everyone in the room teased her.

"I went to see my favorite band."

"Already did that."

"I burnt all my teddy bears!"

"Why would you burn a teddy bear?" I was puzzled.

"Slumber party with friends."

"We did that on Quennie's birthday."

"I swam with the sharks in South Africa!"

"I want to have some fun. Not to get eaten," I jested.

"I got an autograph from Taylor Swift!"

"How can I get an autograph from Taka?" I wondered.

"Gave up my virginity the night before my 18th."

"No," I dismissed the idea instantly.

"Stole a road traffic sign."

"That is against the law."

"I cut my own hair for my 18th birthday!"

"I can't even draw a straight line. Maggupit pa kaya?" I chuckled.

"Went outside of Las Vegas for 24 hours. Just to get away from my home state. T'was fun!"

"Nagba-biyahe naman ako araw-araw palabas ng siyudad. So counted na yon di ba?"

"I wrote a book. My autobiography."

"Sigurado hindi ko 'to matatapos. Sorry. No."

"Joined a boxing match. And I won $300."

"And you came home with a black eye," the brother interrupted.

"No to violence," I reminded myself.

"Y'all should try navel piercing."

I glanced down at my navel. "I don't think Mom and Dad will be happy if they find out."

"Smoke a tobacco."

"Smoking is dangerous to your health."

"Apply for a passport."

"I already did a long time ago."

"I went to a strip club. And met my boyfriend in there."

"Nah uh!"

Exhausted, I lied down the freshly mowed grass of the village park. It's nice here. Not every village has a regularly maintained park with lots of foliage and benches where the homeowners can relax. And the breeze... oh I love the cool breeze.

My favorite spot to unwind is under the shades of the trees. What a wonderful sense of relaxation it provides.

I could just lie here and sleep until the sun bids farewell for the day. If I'm lucky enough, I get to hear the birds singing. They sing with such vigor like it's early in the morning. Ahh... it's lovely. It's peaceful. I wish it's like this every day.

"Ikaw lang naman 'tong nag-iisip ng kung ano-anong gawin sa buhay mo." I groaned and opened my eyes only to be greeted by the sunlight passing through the leaves. Hindi naman masakit sa mata dahil hapon na pero ang liwanag pa rin at dumagdag sa sakit ng ulo ko.

Paanong hindi sasakit? Eh sa buong oras na ginugol ko rito sa park ng village, binalikan ko ang mga 18th birthday videos ng mga kaklase at pinsan ko. Pinanood ko lahat. I even took down notes of what I thought special about their debut.

What struck me the most are the things they did before and after they turned 18. They sure had fun and learned something from what they did. And I want that too. I want to do different things before I turn 18.

The question now is what will I do?

Tinanong ko na rin si Google kung ano-ano ang mga exciting na bagay na pwedeng gawin bago mag 18 pero ang mga nabasa at napanood ko... kakaiba. Kung hindi iinom, magta-travel. Kung hindi travel, labag naman sa batas. Ang iba sakit sa katawan ang resulta.

I sighed in frustration. I raised the piece of paper I was holding and mentally read what I have listed so far. It's not that bad, but I'm having second thoughts.

"Ugh! Why is this so hard? Do I really have to do this? Hindi lang naman ako siguro ang babae sa mundo na hindi pa nagagawa ang mga 'to! Sino ba kasi unang nakaisip nito? And why do I bother making this list? Kailangan ba before mag 18 talaga? Para naman akong may taning sa buhay nito! Waste of time," I complained.

I crumpled the paper and planned to throw it in a nearby trash bin but I stopped halfway. I'm not supposed to litter. I tapped my back shirt and shorts as I stood up and sat on the bench. I ironed the paper with my palms and made a paper plane. Within seconds, I let the plane fly and it successfully landed at its destination: the trash bin.

I raised my head to a cloudless blue sky. It looks empty. A perfect canvas to paint it with some yellow, white, and red.

"Goodbye, my stupid list. Hello, responsibilities." Ang drama ko. Ang daming arte.

"I think it's just right. I'm a graduating senior high student and I have my plate full right now. I can still enjoy and do them after graduating, right? I can still do those things when I'm 19, 20, or 30?"

Ugh! I shut my eyes and groaned. "Uwi na nga ako!"

I ambled on my way out of the park. There was this heavy feeling in my chest and I know exactly why. It's been decided, I decided not to push through the plan of doing whatever I listed down. It's fine. I will be fine. I will still be a healthy teenage girl even without the list. I kept on convincing myself. But who am I kidding? Here I am, walking towards our house with a long face.

"Ah! I'm going to do it!" I blurted and rushed back to the park, straight to the bin where the paper plane landed.

"Nasaan na?" Wala na ang eroplanong papel sa basurahan. "Wala namang flight 'yon!"

I scoured the bin but it was not there. Paanong nawala 'yon dito? Impossibleng liparin 'yon ng hangin eh hindi naman puno 'tong basurahan. Pwera kung natumba 'to. Pero hindi, eh! Kung nilinis na ng maintenance ang laman ng mga basurahan, dapat walang natira. Eh bakit ito nasa kalahati pa rin ang basura sa loob?

Frustrated that I couldn't find my list from the bin, I stomped my foot hard and scurried back home.

"I'm gonna make a new one!" I declared and started writing the listahan.

"Who says I'm still young to do it? I'm not going to wait until I'm 30 to do all of them. I have time! I will do it! And no one can stop me!"

What could possibly happen? Who knows? Right now, I see nothing but great things. I'm turning 18 and I'm gonna prove to them that I know how to be responsible for my actions.

Pero... saan napunta ang unang listahan ko?

*another slow burn. once a month update :P

#musings #wattpad #unlovingraisin #Justine and Just Him #stories #KaoDon

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askthenewhopespeak · 7 years ago

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//Appologizes if this is a mess, turning discord rp to posts is harder then it should be,

“Miraz-san, stop by on your way out of class, please.” Naomi said, looking at the archer.

Damian perks up slightly at his teacher calling him, frowning slightly. He packs his things and waits for everyone to leave. When everyone does, she looks at him. “I have a question to you and I want you to answer me. How much did you sleep, lately?”

“I’ve slept fine.” He replies avoiding eye contact. “The school year just got busy is all.”

“…I am more qualified than anyone else in this school to notice people working way beyond their limits, did you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” He frowns.

“…What are you doing in the afternoons?”

“Practicing with Miss Pekoyama or Coach Nekomaru. On days I’m not I study.”

“…And no interaction with your classmates?”

“Not in the past few days, maybe a bit longer.” He mutters, holding his arm.

“I was worried about this. Why aren’t you?”

“I just want to catch up on things I’ve been slacking on since…you know.”

“Four months ago?”

Damian flinches slightly, caught in his lie but refusing to tell why he’s doing so.

“It’s not healthy for you, Miraz-san. You need social interaction.”

“I can talk to my friends anytime.” His eyes narrow stubbornly. “And I’ve taken care of myself just fine.”

“I’m just trying to stop you from repeating mistakes other people did! You can’t. No one can. We are all worried for you, kid. And I have permission from Komaru and Makoto to do whatever I think is right in those circumstances.”

“I said I’m fine!” He snaps, finally looking up at her. Bags are evident under his eyes. “I’m going to get strong for everyone one way or the other.”

There is a knock on the door, and Naomi smiles. “I think you two would get along great, then.” She said. “Come on in, Sora!” Sora stepps into the room. “You called me, Mom?”

Damian turns his head slightly to glance at Sora. “…”

“Yes. You needs more human contact” She points on the boy, “and you,” and then on the girl “are my daughter and I can tell you what to do, so you two are free to do whatever you want as long you stay together for the next few hours. Think on it as detention.” Sora rolled her eyes, but besides it didn’t respond. She was used to those things from her mother, and it wasn’t the first time she was used as a tool to help someone… though less then she grew up and stopped being cute little girl.

Damian looks at Naomi with irritation before nodding. “Fine…”

“I’m not that awful, I swear.” Sora said. “Come on, uncle Damian. You can teach me to shoot.” Her uncle back home always refused, because there was the constant fear of MI raiding the school… which was fair, but still. She wanted to learn,even if she’ll ever use KK as her main weapon.

“Just come on for now.” Damian does his best to ignore her as he walks down to the library. “Today isn’t a training day.”

She follows him, dancing in her place. “Mom means good, you know. Or, well… She means well, anyways. She is trying to help.”

“Mhm.” He mumbles in reply as they step into the library.

“You are being mean.” She said. “This seems a common theme here. Did all of the cool adults I know started as such meanies? And what are we studying?”

“Chemistry and Physics.” He replies, pulling out his school schedule for her to see. “Exams are coming up soon, so I’m starting with my sciences.”

“I know a bit Chem.. Can’t you at least start with subjects I actually study?”

“Which ones do you have to work on?”

“Probably nothing you take, but I also can flack on my exams and no one will say a word.” She pulled her shoulders. “I just really don’t want to do science. I think I can help with math, though!”

“I don’t need help.” He starts to reject her help but frowns. “….but since you have to be here I guess you can check my work.”

“Okay!” She agreed. “So why am I babysitting you?”

“Pretty sure I’m older than you for one.” He replies with an amused scoff before frowning again. “As for why you’re ‘babysitting’ me, I don’t know why. I really don’t need it.”

“Well, yeah? You will have kids just few years younger than me. We babysat.” Sora pulls her shoulders. “Last time mom had me do it was, like,five years ago in my timeline. It’s been forever. What did you do she didn’t like?”

“She thinks I’m working myself too hard.” He grumbles as he begins to study.

“…She has a good reason to watch out for people like this. When are your exams?” “Before we get out on winter break. ”

“…So you are studying too much and mom is worried? Did I get that right?”

“Minus the studying too much because I’m not.” He denies.

“…Who under 18 did you talk too lately? Out of class?”

“….Jataro.” He says after a moment. “He messaged me asking if I was alright few days ago.”

“That’s not interaction, that means he was concerned to you.” She sighed. “Now I see what mom wanted. Here, let’s do something fun.”

“But there isn’t any time to have fun-” He begins to protest.

“There is always time to have fun.” She declared, grabbing his hand. “Come.”

Damian grabs his things right before he is pulled away.

She pulls him towards the art room. “Art. I know you like it.”

“How do you know- from the future, right.”

“I mean… I assumed that the Hope’s Peak art teacher would enjoy art. Draw something.”

“Art teacher?” He looks at her in disbelief. Surely he did something bigger than teach art. It was just a hobby after all!

“Do you want me to tell you about my uncle Damian?”

“Um, sure. Just don’t tell me too much. I remember time travel rules.” He says quickly, taking a seat. While he turns to focus on her, he can’t help but glance at the easel. He hadn’t drawn anything outside of class as of recent…even with the more frequent dreams he’s had.

“My uncle Damian is both an art teacher and the right hand of a yakuza clan leader. He is tall and strong, and really cool.”

“No way.” He says laughing for just a moment. “I got tall and I join the Yakuza. I wonder how that happened with the Kuzuryuu’s…”

“…It didn’t. You married a yakuza clan leader.”

“What?” He looks shocked.

“You married a yakuza clan leader and had two kids. I did babysitting on both. We all did. We have way too many cousins that can deal with weapons to be trusted with normal babysitters.”

“Uh….wow.” He pauses, taking the information in. “How did I do that…” He thinks aloud.

“You married aunt Yukari.” She said, confused.

“Oh, I married Yukari. That makes sense- wait what?” He catches himself from falling off his stool he sat in.

“Is something wrong? And why aren’t you arting… is this a verb?”

“I…sorry, but I don’t think that will happen this time.” He turns away as his expression hardens.

“Is something wrong?” She asked. “Did I say something wrong? Do you need a hug? I’m good at these.”

“No, you wouldn’t know. We’ll maybe you would but- Yukari doesn’t return my feelings. That’s all.” He says bluntly before picking up tools to draw.

“I’m sorry.” Another thing to the mental list of things she messed up. (The twins. Sophie and Hideaki, Hiro, Taka and Tsuba… and those were just the people)

“Wasn’t your fault. Unless you spoke to her, time travel doesn’t work like that.” He says before drawing in silence for a few minutes.

“…My version of time travel seems to work like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“As much as anyone could determine, us being here made a… wave in the time space something and made shit happen. For example, the body swap thing back in February seems to be the direct cause of Akio coming.”

“You mean a ripple in the timeline? Like Flashpoint.”

“I don’t know this term, I’m afraid.” She said. “Is this slang?”

“No, it was a comic event where this one guy change an event in his life and different events in the timeline changed.”

“pretty much? I think?”

“Mmm” He pauses his drawing, pencil on his cheek in thought. “I still don’t think it was you guys. Don’t put all the blame on yourself.”

“Not ourselves. Me. I played with a time machine.”

“So?”

“My fault… But we’re not here because of me. What are you drawing?”

“I decided to draw what you told me about the future. Without faces in case….in case of something, I don’t know what.”

“I think I’d want to see it when you are done.” She said. “I would have drawn something, but I’ve been told I should try and stop drawing purple cats as the answer to everything.”

“Do you want to look at what I have so far?”

“Yes.” Sora agreed. “I wanna see it.”

Damian scoots aside, letting her see a picture of an himself imagined a bit older alongside Yukari. “I don’t know much about you guys, or my own kids so I started with what I know.”

She touches few things, makes some brief changes with her finger. She can see their faces so clearly.

“How does it look?” He asks curiously.

“Almost.” She said. “Very very close.”

He smiles at that, though it wavers looking over at Yukari.

Sora cuddles into him, almost automatically.

Damian looks at Sora, surprised at her action, unused to such interactions after so long. After a moment, he turns back to his drawing letting his brush pour out his emotions and stress for the moment.

She lets him draw, watching his brush moving.

“Can you tell a little bit about yourself and everyone else from your time? I admit I’m curious.”

“Of course… But you’ll have to be more specific, otherways I’d blubber and say too much.”

He pauses, unsure how much he could really ask without consequences. “Tell me about my kids.”

“Takuyuki and Tsubasa. I love them. Even if babysitting them is sometimes worse than babysitting Jiro.”

“Jiro?”

“Jiro Ootonashi… He’s Mitsi’s nephew, so he and his sister spend time around when they’re parents need a break.”

“Right. Well…how bad is taking care of my kids?”

“We enjoy it.. But I somehow think you all less. Especially when Jiro is visiting. Too many kids with weapons sounds like something people would try to avoid. And Taka is going to end up being taller than me and it’s not fair.”

He cracks a smile at that. “I’m sure it’s pretty unfair.” An unwanted yawn escapes him suddenly.

“You sound tired.” She said. “Do you want to sleep?”

“Not now…” He rubs his eyes in an effort to get the sleep out. “I still have things to do.”

“What kind of things?” She asked. “Surely nothing you can’t reject to get the service of the best teddy bear at school? I cuddle back!”

“Just studying a bit more is all.” He chuckles at her offer.

“Nope. No more studying today from you.”

“Sora…” Damian mutters in protest.

“What?”

“….nevermind, I’ll rest. It’s late after all.”

“Good.” She pulls his hand. “Do you want me to play teddy bear?”

“You don’t have to, I’ll be fine.” He says as he cleans up everything.

“…Please do not consider me a factor. What do you want?”

“I’m just turning in for the night.” He tries to reassure her. “I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

“This is not what I asked. I asked if you want a teddy bear or not, and said that my comfort would not be a factor, meaning I don’t have to do anything.”

“Not tonight then.” He says simply, though a part of him is reluctant to reject.

“Alright.” The dark haired pulled her shoulders. “But sleep, okay?”

“I will.” He nods. “I promise.”

“Good.” She said, petting his shoulder briefly.

“Night Sora.” Damian waves goodbye, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Night.” She said, completely not stalking him on his way to his room- it’s her house she knows all the hidden corners. And by that I mean she totally stalked him all the way to his room

Damian makes it to his room, shutting the door behind him. Once he locks the door, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

She pauses near the door of his room, floating there for a moment, before starting to walk towards her room.

Turning away from the door he sits on the bed and lies back. It was nice to relax, but he still couldn’t help but feel like he was wasting time. He knew Naomi and Sora meant well, but he still couldn’t bring himself to tell them what’s going on. He wasn’t sure who to talk to at all, or if he even could, not after everything. “…I’ll just have to keep getting better.” He says to himself. “I have to make sure nothing like that happens again.”

____

When leaves his room the next morning, Sora is sitting next to the door, reading a book.

“Sora?” He looks startled at her presence there. “What are you doing up so early?”

“I grew up with Kaede in the room. I can’t sleep late. How did you sleep?”

“I slept okay.” He replies, not really wanting to talk about his dreams.

“Alright, then.” She is closing her book, raising eyes to him.

“…Are you just going to follow me until Miss Naomi says otherwise?”

“Nope.” She said. “I’m going to follow you until I am sure you are not overworking yourself.

”….same difference.“ He sighs, slinging his bag over his shoulder and headed to the cafeteria.

"Nope! I’m more annoying than mom!” She followed him, red skirt floats around her as she runs down the hall.

“Not something you say out loud.” He snarks back. They arrive at the cafeteria, Damian grabbing hot chocolate, pancakes, water and an apple.

“Why not?” She asked, making herself coffee. “It’s the truth.”

“Doesn’t mean you tell the world.” Damian replies before finding a seat and starting to eat.

“Why wouldn’t I tell the world things I don’t mind anyone knowing?” She asked, confused, getting toast and sitting to the table.

He doesn’t reply to her question- mainly because he didn’t have a good retort- and keeps eating in silence.

She eats her toast and drinks her coffee. “Do you want me to leave you be?”

“I’d rather not have you trailing me all day, but it doesn’t matter if you do. I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing until I prove I’m not overworking.”

She looks at him. “Why are you not interacting with anyone, then?”

“I’ve just been really busy…” He answers not too convincingly.

“…Yeah, I don’t buy it. You are usually a much better liar.”

“….I’d rather not talk about it.” He grumbles, taking a sip out of the mug he held.

“Hmpff. It makes you feel better.”

Looking at the time, Damian gets up and throws away his trash. “I’m headed to class, see you later probably.”

“Okay, See ya.”

____

Sora is waiting by the class door, still reading a book. It looks natural enough, so someone could think this was just where she chose to sit.

Stepping outside, Damian immediately notices her holding back a groan. “Hey Sora…”

“Hi.” She said, not raising eyes from her book.

“I’m training today with Coach Nidai. You coming along?”

“Yeah, I do.” She agreed. “Pull me up?” She gave him her hand.

He takes it and pulls her up. “Let’s go.”

Sora jumps on her feet, following him.

A few minutes later Damian is out jogging the track, Nidai waiting at the finish line.

Sora, barefooted, runs after him. She is not running on full speed, giving him distance and also because she is not sure she can catch him, so why try.

“Your pace is getting better, but you need to steady your form! Make sure you get some rest before our next session!” Nekomaru critique’s Damian before turning to leave. “Don’t stay out too long, and make sure you take a good SHIIIIIIIIIII-” The door to the school shuts before he finishes his sentence.

Sora speeds herself, reaching Damian “See? Even he thinks you should sleep more.”

Damian sits at a bench, taking a breather before responding. "I’m fine.”

“…I have no idea how did it take them so long to figure you were working for Storm, you are a terrible liar.”

“And you pry too much.” He snaps back. “I’m just trying my hardest to not let anything happen to this school again!”

“I’m trying to make sure my family is fine!” She yells back on him. “I’m trying to make sure everyone I love will still be here for mini me, and it’s hard and I’m lost and I still want as many people as I can to be fine, and letting you kill yourself is no help!”

“I’m not going to kill myself!”

She pokes him for a moment. “You are if you continue like that.”

He steps back catching himself. His tone gets low with anger. “Continue like what Sora? I’m just making myself stronger and smarter than I was before!”

“There are things more important than being strong and smart.” She said. “Many other things.”

“Like what? Please tell me, what can be better than making myself better for everyone here?”

“Being nice and kind and spending time with your friends and let them help.” “I have to do this alone, I can’t ask for their help. I have to prove myself worth being there for them.” “…I don’t think that you need to prove anything to anyone.”

“You don’t get it!” Damian shouts. “I have to do this, because everything that happened was my fault!”

“…How exactly?” She is going to slap him if he doesn’t stop and listen…

…Oh. Now she gets why everyone hates when she gets like this.

Damian looks away, realizing what he said. “I let him in, I fell for his manipulation and by doing so other despairs were able to get into the school. I didn’t even realize who they were until Tanaka and Hiro’s deaths. We don’t even know if all if them are gone. For all we know the people who crashed Miss Naomi’s wedding with an escape pod could be more.

"Even in the attack on the school, I was helpless. Everyone else was here, defending the school and all I did was run. I’m weak Sora. I’ve been a puppet this whole time, and when the chance to cut my strings came, I didn’t take the final shot.”

“…None of us figured them out. If someone, we- the five of us, i mean- should have, and we didn’t.” She wraps her hands around him. “You told Maverick Storm no. I don’t think you understand how strong it makes you.”

“This is why I’m doing this….” He can’t stop himself from shaking as tears threaten to fall. “I don’t want to be toyed with again, and I want to be able to help…”

She holds him quietly. "You are stronger than you think you are.“

”…“ He doesn’t respond, closing his eyes and trying get himself to breathe.

"You need to sleep. Do you want me to walk you to your room?”

He nods his head, wiping his face with his sleeve.

She grabs his hand, pressing it as they start walking. Eventually they enter his room.

“….thanks.” He says simply as he let’s go of her hand. “For listening at least. But I think you’re wrong about me. I’m just a dumb kid with a bow.”

“The best art teacher I ever had.” She pulls her shoulders. “Do you need a teddy bear?”

“N-no, I’ll be alright.” Damian says quickly.

“Okay. But please, sleep. Okay?”

“I will, good night Sora.”

“Good night.” She turned away and left.

____

The bell rings and classes are done for the day. Damian steps out the classroom, bag slinged. “…hey.”

“Yo!” She waves to him. “Missed me?”

“Not really.” He says sarcastically.

“Oh.” Her smile disappeared.

“H-hey, it was just a little joke!” He says quickly.

“Haa?”

“Sarcasm? No? Er, anyway…I was going to go find what Jataro is up to, did you want to come along?”

She shakes her head. “I won’t bother you.” She’d shade him, just to make sure he is not lying, but she’d leave once she is sure.

“Oh, alright. I just figured it would make it easier to follow me rather than sneak after me.” He says with a slight smirk.

“Whatcha talking about?”

“Eh, nothing then.” He shrugs. “I guess I’ll get going now.”

“Bye.” She waves.

#sora hijirihara #damian miraz #danganronpa #submission #bubhh

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takanos-love-butt · 8 years ago

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World’s Greatest ‘Mary-Sue’

Chapter 3: Case of Mama Bear and Papa Bear

((Read first: Prologue|Chapter 1|Chapter 2))

((Note before you read: When I write on Trifecta I'll base it off the light novels dealing with the Trifecta pairing and not just what you find in the anime/manga. So if you haven't read them yet, September scanlations translated it to English and put it on Novel Updates. They have up to Volume 6 so be sure to read them! I've actually run across MANY in the fandom who don't know about these and/or don't realize these novels are canon...))

“You're just being shy, you know that right?”

“I just don't want to do it...here,”

“Aw c'mon, just for a little while?”

“No.”

Yokozawa didn't know how many times he's had to tell Kirishima he just didn't want to be so intimate in the presence of Hiyori. What the editor in chief was asking for though, wasn't anything you'd find in the books one would keep under their bed. “I'm sure Hiyori wouldn't mind us cuddling a bit. Besides, she's sleeping,”

“Right, why don't you do the fatherly thing and carry her to bed?” the grumpy bear's eye twitched as he struggled to finish his last beer for the night. He was getting kinda sleepy which was the purpose of his drinking in the first place; a way to wind down for the night. They had a lovely family night with dinner and a children's movie that Hiyo borrowed from Yuki-chan. All the excitement wore Hiyo down before drowsiness could ever touch the two that were quietly bickering at the moment.

“Yeah I suppose you're right,” Kirishima just sighed and got up to do as told. “You're mine after I get back though,” he started for Hiyori's room with her in his arms; Sorata close at his heels. Yokozawa just rolled his eyes in response. But he really just couldn't get by how Kirishima would look doing fatherly tasks. He just looked so sweet.

When Kirishima returned, he found Yokozawa texting someone on his phone. “Heeey, I said no answering to work!”

“This isn't work, it's family,” he causally replied.

“Ah...everything is okay, right?”

“Hm? Oh yes,” Yokozawa said figuring why he might've asked. “It's not an emergency or anything, just seeing if I could spare some time,”

“Hmm,” Kirishima pondered. “Say...you've met my family, when can I meet yours?” he asked. Since their relationship started, Yokozawa has had the pleasure of meeting not just Kirishima's daughter, but his mother and father as well. It would only be right that Kirishima himself could meet another member of the Yokozawas.

“You wanna meet my family, huh?” Yokozawa replied a little embarrassed. He was touched of course and he had a great relationship with his parents and sister, but it was still a little embarrassing to expose another deep part of what made Yokozawa Takafumi.

“Of course! It's only natural I meet the family of the person I love!” Kirishima said claiming a place much closer to Yokozawa. “Besides, I wanna see all who influenced the our famous wild bear!” he nuzzled his 'mama' bear's neck.

Yokozawa immediately blushed and tried to back away, “Oi...I said not out here...” He was always uptight about him doing these things in the living areas where Hiyori usually played and spent her time. Not only that, but she can also easily get up out of bed for the bathroom or glass of water.

“Mmmm should I carry you to my bedroom then?” Kirishima purred never ceasing in his advances. “I really just wanted to cuddle you, but your shyness turns me on so much...” his nuzzling turning to small suckling kisses.

“Who's being shy! I told you how I feel about...” he was cut off by Kirishima capturing his lips in a deep kiss. As always, his kisses were highly intoxicating. They manage to make Yokozawa so weak every time. “S..stop this...”

/(^x^)\

Yokozawa managed to make it to his sister's condo. His lower back hurt so bad he wasn't sure if he could stand for very long. “Damn him...”

Meiri answered the door to him with a small gym bag on her shoulder. She'd be staying with her brother while her husband was on tour with his musical troupe. Pervs seemed to love when Takuya wasn't home and their celebrity status made it all the more difficult. So she'd 'hide out' with her brother while he was gone. “Hi Taka-chan!” she cheerfully greeted. “Say did you do overtime last night? You look awfully worn out,” she questioned when she saw how tired he looked.

Her brother sighed, “Yeah you could say that,”

When they got back to his home, she noticed he was having a hard time sitting and she was growing a little concerned. “You know, hernias aren't that uncommon in younger men. Perhaps you should go check if you have one and nip it in the bud before it gets worse,” Meiri suggested totally oblivious as to the real reason he had a hard time sitting.

“Yeah...I should,” the look on his face couldn't be more awkward. If it really were a medical problem it wouldn't be as embarrassing to talk about. But since he knew that wasn't the case....

After they arrived, Meiri set to making herself at home like she always did. She'd even make the meals and clean up a little. Not that his apartment needed it much. “Hey, where's Sorata?” She asked noticing the elder feline wasn't around at all. Usually he'd cuddle with Meiri as she settled into his couch with a fuzzy blanket and a good book.

“Ahh...he's with Takano,” Yokozawa lied. He couldn't understand why he just couldn't tell his own sister about his relationship with Kirishima (which would ultimately explain where Sorata was). He knew she would never be prejudiced at all. So...why couldn't he just tell her about his new flame? “I..I've been doing some pretty heavy all nighters for the time being with Za Kan's new anime movie coming out...so...”

“Ahh I see. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said settling in with a couple of beers for him and Meiri. He did get a little nervous at what she was about to ask.

“Did something happen with Takano-san? You guys aren't as close as I'd thought you'd be....or could it be because of...” she wasn't sure if she should even say Onodera's name. She had sneaking suspicion about those two since she'd first started with their department and they seemed to be far closer than boss and subordinate. But she also knew of Yokozawa's one-sided affection for Takano.

Yokozawa just sighed and went into how he received a definite rejection from Takano and his decision was Onodera. “He's not at fault, I only brought this on myself. So don't go having horrid feelings toward Takano just because I got hurt in that,”

Before she started working with Emerald, Meiri only knew of Takano from what Yokozawa would tell her at family gatherings and such, but never got the chance to formally meet him as her brother's friend. When he'd met Takano, she had just gotten married and of course set off to care for her new husband. Much of her mangas were written backstage while Takuya was rehearsing/performing or touring with certain musical companies. It was really the only way her and her husband could spend time with each other while following both of their dreams.

“Yeeeaaahh, I don't know how many times I warned you not to keep hold of this one sided love you had. From what you told me, I could tell he wasn't really...um..” she stumbled over her words. She didn't want to hurt him on this tender subject by being insensitive and was glad she caught herself. He really was to blame, but she figured he'd already been admonishing himself about it enough. “I'm.....really sorry that happened though. You're gonna be okay, right?” Meiri comforted. Her brother also just confirmed that there really is something going on between her boss and coworker like she had suspected. Though it was definitely not the right time to make a comment about that.

“Hm? Ah yes. You have a strong big brother you know,” he replied. His smile could've looked sad, but the fact that it really didn't really concerned Meiri.

He's not hiding his sadness...is he? she mused. “Well...just in case, you can always vent to me if need be. Don't bottle up all that sadness behind this strong face of yours,” Meiri smiled warmly at him, “I know you're strong. You helped me through my own love troubles after all, so I know you could follow the advice you used to give me. Though everyone was kinda surprised that you guys didn't have a screaming match like you usually do the last time you came up...well according to the rest of the Emeralds,” she laughed popping open her offered beer. “But I guess that's just you being awkward in talking to him again?”

“We did have a nice chat to make sure there are no hurt feelings, but yes, it really is still a little awkward. I can't avoid talking to him, though. He runs one of my magazines,” he answered. He was always able to talk with his sister like this. They were each other's agony aunts if need be. Great at teasing each other, amazing at knowing how to love each other as siblings their age. “Don't worry...I am weaning out of it, so hopefully I'll get to pal around with him again like we used to,”

/(^x^)\

It was a rather slow day at the office; it was still early in the cycle so nothing was chaotic just yet, but getting there. Kirishima found himself already very agitated, however. For some odd reason, Yokozawa seemed apprehensive about staying at his place. Hiyori wasn't home either, she'd gone with her grandparents on a trip during the school holiday so he was getting terribly lonely. He knows Yokozawa might be busy, but if that were really the case, the sales rep would actually be more straight forward. Instead, when asked why, Yokozawa would not really make eye contact, or give an unsteady answer. Only drawing suspicion from the editor in chief of Japun.

That's when a bright idea hit him. If Yokozawa wasn't going to stay with him, he'd go stay with Yokozawa. He had his key, he could surprise him at home and get him to spill what the big deal was. He had enough frustration pent up to see why Yokozawa seemed 'shyer' than usual. Frustration in more ways than one.

He'd managed to leave earlier than his mama bear which was perfect. He not once had an awkward feeling about letting himself into Yokozawa's apartment. He belongs to him after all. Didn't take him too long to make it to his apartment either; even bought some beer for them to share. Upon entering said apartment however, he would feel his heart drop to the floor. There was someone napping on the couch and that person happened to be a woman. A manga storyboard was spread out on the coffee table, but the strange woman in his lover's apartment held his attention. What the hell?

Upon closer inspection, he actually recognized this woman as being the sole female of the Emerald team. “Uehara...san?” his mood softened a bit as he remembered her being happily married and would at times gush about her husband, but he was still very very very confused.

As soon as Meiri heard her name she rose from her nap wondering why her brother was addressing her so formally. She was still too drowsy to realize it wasn't him, “Come on Taka-chan we're not at work, you don't have to--” When she opened her eyes, she immediately jumped and hid behind the couch. “Kyaaaa!” Kirishima jumped as well when she screamed, but stood his ground.

“K...Kirishima-san??!! Geez you scared the life out of me,” she said as soon as she recognized him.”What are you doing here....wait...how did you get in here?” Meiri tried to rub the fatigue out of her head.

“I'd like to ask you the same thing,” the awkwardness could really be felt in that moment. “But..Yokozawa gave me a key...”

“Well my reason is my husband is touring with the Legally Blonde Musical right now. So I stay with Taka-chan while he's gone,”

“Are you guys are really that close?” Kirishima asked, his heart tightened in his chest with painful confusion. She was just a coworker...right? But she used what's considered a 'pet' name for him. Is she cheating on her husband? It was a shameful first thought and he was probably going to kick himself for it once this was ironed out.

Meiri came back around to the front of his sofa not sensing any danger; only confusion. “I would like to believe so. He might not have told you, but I'm his younger sister.”

A wave of relief just washed over him then (let the mental kicking begin). And was probably too apparent when he gave a sigh of relief. “Ooooh...you're his younger sister?!” he let himself relax in the chair opposite the couch.

Now Meiri was wondering who Kirishima thought she was to Yokozawa. “Yeah. And I'm assuming you're pretty close to him too? You have his key don't you? And from the look of it, you don't look like you're here to rob the place unless you're trying to steal our beer,” she noted the plastic bag he'd came in with.

“Oh I brought this with me,” Kirishima then let a smile creep across his face as he got ready to answer her next question. “You can say we're close. Very. Close,”

Meiri blinked at his answer before letting a smile of her own reach her cheekbones as all the pieces were coming together. “Are you perhaps the real reason he couldn't sit properly yesterday?”

Kirishima snorted hearing that. But he knew what she was getting at and definitely wasn't ashamed. And what she was known for made him all the more comfortable in telling her. “Maaaybe,”

“Ahhhh now I get it...it all makes sense now. Aww but he was probably just waiting for the perfect time to tell me about you guys. I think you just ruined a good surprise for me,”

“Well he didn't have to hide the fact that you were his sister. You and I both work on the same floor, we're actually around each other more than I'm around him to be honest,”

“Oh actually...that's understandable,” she began. “My celebrity status would be pretty troublesome for my family should everyone find out our relations. Yes I'm a known yaoi author, but my husband makes it ten times worse by being a very popular actor for the Amuse agency,” she laughed a little while she explained. “That kind of information shouldn't be thrown around so freely and he understands that. So please realize it's really tricky when it comes to actually telling anyone, you shouldn't hold it against him,”

“Ah I guess you're right when you put it that way,” he smiled at her reaching for the beer he'd brought with him. “Would you like one?”

“Sure!” she accepted his little gift. “You know I could still act surprised about your relationship if you want. Though I'm sure he knows I can easily figure these things out,” she motioned to her free lance storyboard on the coffee table.

“He's going to know the secret's out once he sees me sitting here talking to you,” Kirishima laughed a bit. “I didn't tell him I'd be coming,”

“Yes, because if you did, he'd would've told me to expect you and I wouldn't have nearly wet my pjs,” she gave a soft glare at him.

Kirishima laughed, “Ah I'm so sorry! I came over to surprise him not you. See, he wouldn't give me a straight answer why he couldn't stay with me since my daughter was traveling with my parents. So I came to confront him about it...”

“And you ended up confronting the reason instead,” Meiri playfully rolled her eyes. “I have a feeling he must love your scheming,” she said sarcastically.

“Oh I'm confident he loves much more than that,” he smiled taking his first sip.

Meiri's heart skipped just then. Could this be? “So...my brother really found someone that...loves him back?” more a rhetorical question, yes. She was just trying to let it sink in. “I thought he was going to be so dispirited after he told me what happened with Takano-san, but...”

Kirishima gave a soft smile when the mood sobered up. “I didn't let him have time to get that depressed and fall too hard. I caught him just in time,” he confirmed. Of course he wasn't going to go into how he actually had to trap this wild bear before Yokozawa's feelings caught up with his own, but the point he was making was clear.

Meiri felt a weight lift off her. She actually started to worry about her brother being deeply depressed and he was hiding it from her. She was even planning to keep a close eye on him since hearing the story, but now sees she really had no reason to worry at all. Hearing these gentle words, her features then expressed so much joy and before the head editor could look up, he found himself in a sudden embrace. “Thank you!! Thank you so much!! You don't how worried I was getting....you really don't....” her voice shook a little at the end of her statement.

Kirishima was reminded then how he found Yokozawa that night in the bar. The supposed night that Takano had declared his love for Onodera once and for all fully rejecting the one they both loved so much. Hearing that her brother had to go through such pain must've weighed heavily on her own heart. He put his free arm around her. “I think I have a good idea of how worried you were. He's an amazing man who has a wonderful family behind him that I hope to meet the rest of one day. I also hope to share in all that family love from his side like he does from mine...”

Meiri's heart swelled so much. The emotion wouldn't let her stand on her feet while she was embracing him in the chair so she ended up letting herself fall into his lap.“I have the greatest feeling you already receive a lot of his love. I can see these things remember?” she sat up from the embrace she had him in initially and began counting on her fingers. “You have a key to his place, he spends a lot of time at your house apparently, you just said he's been accepted by your family....and sorry to sound so awkward, but with the way his ass hurt yesterday...he actually let you make an uke out of him. He totally gave up his pride for you,” Meiri then began to crack up when the fact her brother was an uke was starting to sink in. “Oh dear lord, my brother is an uke. How on earth did you manage that?” she laughed hard not really expecting an answer.

“I can tell you're not sorry about being awkward,” he scoffed directing attention to the fact that she was sitting his lap. “And I actually don't know how I managed that to be honest,”

“Yeah you're right, I'm not sorry...but maybe I'm just happy I have a new Niichan!”she smiled brightly.

Kirishima then felt his heart nearly explode. Yokozawa's own sister was calling him her brother; though she had an odd way of showing it. But just knowing this touched his heart to a great extent. He was officially accepted by a member of his true love's immediate family. “Really? I can be your brother?” he asked soberly.

“Why wouldn't you be? You...deeply love my brother, yes?”

“Of course! Never question that,” he declared. “I keep suggesting he marry me and come to live with us,” that just slipped out without meaning to.

“Ah! Well see?? Then you are my new brother-in-law!” she answered his declaration with her own. Her heart leaped again hearing Kirishima say he wants to marry him.

The chief editor's heart warmed. Already he was being treated like family by his loves dear sister. “Well if I am, then you should know you have a niece,”

“And I have a niece!! Yay!” she said excitedly flinging her arms around him again. She was very very excited. It was like her brother went and got a family of his own without telling her, but she was far from holding it against him.

“Eh...ah Uehara-san, your beer's getting warm,” Kirishima said really seeing if that would make her leave his lap. She had some quirky ways of showing family affection at her age, he just wasn't used to it. Not only that, he couldn't very well drink his own beer with her in his lap.

“Ah...yes, yes it is!” She said getting up and heading over to where she left her beer, planting herself back in her spot on the couch. “Call me Meiri-chan by the way. If Taka-chan and even my fellow Emeralds call me that, then my new brother can definitely call me Meiri-chan,” she beamed.

It was then the front door opened. “I'm home,” Yokozawa called as he came in. He was paying attention to getting his shoes off at the genkan. Not suspecting anything since he wasn't looking up.

“Ah welcome home, Taka-chan!” Meiri greeted from her place on the couch.

“Yes, welcome home Taka-chan,” Kirishima smiled following Meiri's lead. The name Meiri used for Yokozawa tickled Kirishima to no end. Perhaps he'll call him that from now on?

Yokozawa's heart nearly stopped seeing his partner and his sister sitting and chatting as if it were normal. “Oi, wh...what are you doing here?” the question obviously directed to his partner on the chair sitting opposite of Meiri.

“Well you see, my fellow editor here wanted some advice so she called me here for a meeting,” Kirishima joked.

“Oh so you're going to blame your surprise visit on me? I see how it is...” she laughed at his teasing.

“If you two think I'm going to buy that, you're both idiots...”

“Aww c'mon, It's not like I'm not welcome, right?” Kirishima put on his best puppy dog look. Yokozawa's response was a simple roll of his eyes. Now there was just one thing worrying him.

“So um, what did I miss for this little 'meeting'?”

Meiri had a feeling this would now start to get awkward. “Well...I think a beer? Don't worry, there's plenty more,” she put on another smile.

“You know that's not what I'm talking about,” Yokozawa answered her seemingly innocent remark. “I mean...you know now, don't you...” he didn't think it'd be time to tell her so soon. The culprit who bumped up the date of coming out to her just took a sip of his beer while Yokozawa awaited her answer.

“Well...I know you probably wanted to wait until the perfect time....to tell me at some point that you were an uke,” Meiri said in a teasing manner. She knew he was trying to be serious about this, but he really didn't have to bring the entire mood down with it.

Kirishima nearly spit his drink; he wasn't expecting her to say it in that manner. He tried as best he could not to bust out laughing while Yokozawa's eyes went wide. “OI! Y..you didn't have to tell her that much!!!” he shot at Kirishima; his face going red.

“He didn't tell me crap!” Meiri cracked up; answering for the head editor. “Just Kirishima-san having a key to your place told me everything. Seeing as how it heavily links up to why you were so worn out with your back and ass hurting yesterday morning! Do you know how many times I've written situations like this?”

“Oh how could I forget,” He wanted to yell and call her on her teasing, but there wasn't going to be a good come back. Before he could say much more he found himself in an embrace. His sister holding him tight.

“Taka-chan....don't be embarrassed. I'm really really happy for you. You finally found someone who loves you back. I can tell just by talking with him he loves you so much. And you love him too don't you?”

Yokozawa blushed deeply at her words, “Y...yes...I do,” was all he could muster up while he returned her embrace. He must've worried her when he told her what happened with Takano. The perfect time to tell her about Kirishima was then and there and he felt silly now trying to keep it from her. He squeezed her gently, “I'm sorry if I worried you,”

It was then that Kirishima came from behind Yokozawa and hugged them both. “Hey no fair getting all the family love yourselves,”

“Yay group hug!” Meiri giggled knowing that this was embarrassing her brother quite a bit, but it was all in good fun. “Aw come on Taka-chan, you don't need to blush that much,”

“Yeah Taka-chan!” Kirishima was having too much fun at this point. “We're only family,”

Yokozawa's heart was now beating like crazy when he realize just how deep those words could go. “Oh...kay you both can get off me now, I'm going to go change...” he said after swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Would you like any help?” Kirishima offered with a grin. There was no point in being shy flirting with him in front of his sister.

“I think I can manage,” the grumpy bear shot at him. He didn't mean for it to sound harsh, but embarrassment in high levels usually made him bark. And that's what they BOTH absolutely loved about him. “Now please let me go! ….both of you!!”

After he was in the bedroom, Kirishima sighed. “Ahhh I think we made him grumpy...”

“I think you'll find that we always tease each other like that. Stupid conversations like ours make us look like slapstick comedians to be honest. So yeah welcome to the family!”

“Well..I look forward to the show! Hey I might even join in if I can,” he chuckled. That did ease Kirishima a bit though. He figured by the way she talked to him this wasn't as bad as it sounded, matter of fact, seemed like Yokozawa was used to it.

It wasn't long before Yokozawa himself reemerged into the semi-awkward atmosphere. “You better not be thinking to put this in one of your stories either Missy...”

“And you wonder why I can't come up with a new series,” Meiri teased him again.

“Make hit series without my influence, please?” Yokozawa countered.

“D'aaawww c'mon, you don't think we'd make lovely characters in a BL? All the fujoshis would just love your tsundere attitude!” Kirishima joined in.

“An uke and a tsundere...didn't know you had it in you!” Meiri chimed. “You really are the perfect boy love character!”

“Cut it out...” Yokozawa grumbled, but he knew it wasn't going to stop. Meiri and his partner obviously hit it off really well. Which was actually a lovely sight. And with this he felt letting Kirishima meet their folks wasn't such a bad idea after all. The night would wear on with beer and snarky jokes. And Yokozawa couldn't be happier.

Author Remarks

I know this took a little bit longer. Didn't intend for it to, but I had a hard time on deciding how I was going to start ^^;; Damn my indecisiveness.

#sekaiichi hatsukoi #fanfic #oc #yokozawa takafumi #kirishima zen #kirishima x yokozawa #trifecta #SiH #yaoi #boy love

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