#akari; thanks for saving me... not!

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[thescribblings]

*gives Akari a box with a tag on it reading "Happy Early Birthday! open this in your lab"*

*inside the box is another box*

*inside that box is another box*

*and inside that box is another box*

*inside that box is a note on top of another box saying "keep going. Also double check your surroundings, make sure Orion isn't around"*

*inside that box is another box*

*inside that box is another box and another note saying "triple check!!"*

*inside that box is another box but made of lead*

*inside that box is a protective little bag*

*it's uranium*

:looks around suspiciously:

.. I'm just gonna.. confiscate this.. yep. Definitely.. "confiscating" it, can't have Donnie getting it.. mhm..

:sneakily slides it into his pocket:

[kkeke99]

Enough time has passed now, so I can finally say with certainty that the only good MLs of the Jewelpet Series are Akira Nanase and Retsu Akagi 👍🏻

[waywardstation]

CAREFUL WITH THE CREATURE!!

Another thing for @waywardstation’s Phione Akari AU!

[waywardstation]

Fair Trade

Akari shares with Ingo a bag of candy she found while distortion diving, though Ingo more appreciates the familiar feelings that sharing candy brings back than anything.

Happy Halloween!! I wrote this off a request an anon gave me about Akari sharing Halloween candy with Ingo. Hope you enjoy!! This is my first bit of writing that I’ve actually published in a while, and it feel like this writing in particular is a lot of nothing, but it was fun just to get something out again!!

OR read here on AO3!

Enjoy!

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“I am finding it very hard to believe that you dislike chocolate this much.”

“Come on,” From where she sat on the dojo bench, Akari held her hand out to Ingo, the shiny, brightly-colored wrapper in her palm already unfoiled to reveal the candy inside. “It’s not that I don’t like them, I just like other candy more. And I can’t eat all of these myself, so I gotta pick and choose. Also, you have to take it, I already opened it.”

Looking back at her from his position by the dojo, Ingo’s expression was one of discernment — she could certainly just wrap it back up and save it for later. She also could have done that with the last six candies she had handed to him. But eventually, he relented and took it. Popping it into his mouth with an obligatory “Thank you”, Ingo returned to casting his glance at the training grounds’ gate.

Unlike Akari, he had not realized how sorely he had specifically missed sweet, modernized chocolate until she had first given him a piece several minutes earlier, when she had come by the training grounds to see him with a big mystery bag in her hands.

“Look at this, Ingo!” She had called out to him, holding the packaging up against the sunset sky for him to see — orange and purple, it was full of colorful wrappers, and seemed to be decorated with ghost pokemon (some silhouettes he recognized much more clearly than others). “I found this in one of the distortions! Help me eat it!”

A moderately-sized, unopened bag of cheap assorted candies, wrapped in shiny foils that obscured the flavor and kept its brand a surprise until it was opened. No doubt it had been pulled from some store shelf, if not an unfortunate person’s cabinet. Akari had been unwrapping the candies one by one; if it was revealed to be a fruit chew or something of the sort, she ate it herself, but the chocolates were handed off to Ingo.

Reaching her hand back onto the bag, Akari fished out another wrapper and twisted it open, revealing a green gummy inside that vaguely resembled a cherubi’s shape.

“Gummy.” She announced to no one in particular, chewing on it and stuffing the wrapper into her satchel. Picking out and unwrapping another before she had even finished her candy, she held it out to Ingo. “Chocolate. Here.”

“Ah, thank you,” Ingo received it with waning enthusiasm, but dropped it into his mouth regardless. “Have you perhaps considered sharing with your friend Rei as well?”

“Yeah, but last time I did, he got sick the next day. He said he doesn’t want them anymore.”

“How many have you had?” Watching Akari pull out yet another candy from the bag, Ingo was beginning to wonder if she was planning to stop at some point, or keep pushing through until the bag was empty. Knowing her, he believed it would be the latter.

“I don’t know, maybe… Nine? Ten?” The teen did not look up from the candy she was currently unwrapping. “I haven’t been counting.”

Ingo looked away, back towards the dojo’s gates as Akari peeked through the small opening she had made in her wrapper. He was acutely aware of how anything as processed and sugary as candy would not mix well with a digestive system that had become accustomed to a Hisuian diet — concerning both Akari, and himself.

“I advise taking these tracks a little slower; there is no need to rush towards the end of the line in just one night, lest you end up like Rei.”

“Oh man, if you think I’ll get sick off of this, you should really see all the junk I eat that I don’t bring back to share with you,” Akari brushed it off with a laugh as if his recommendation was a joke, before holding another unwrapped candy out to him again. “Chocolate. Here you go.”

“...Thank you.” Ingo echoed once again, tentatively receiving the bite-size candy bar. He chewed it with a look on his face – hard to discern, but appearing to be guilty for appreciating it. He waved Akari off preemptively with a hand before she could even unwrap another candy. “But please, no more; Miss Zisu is supposed to return back from the hall at any moment to accompany me to The Wallflower. I don’t want to spoil my appetite.”

“Well all you have to do is stop taking them, then!” Akari’s voice was tickled with amusement. Plastic crinkled as another wrapper was opened; thankfully for Ingo’s sake, bright, soft pink was revealed under the shiny covering. “Ugh, Taffy.”

Ingo cleared his throat as Akari bit into it anyways, having nothing to say at being called out – he certainly could refuse, but a part of him didn’t want to. And it went beyond the plain craving for the processed sweetness after such a long period of going without it.

Something about the flavor was obviously familiar to him, but that wasn’t exactly what kept nagging him to repeatedly want just one more. In fact, there really was much to be desired from cheap, waxy chocolate.

It was more so the simple act of Akari specifically handing a candy to him that she didn’t want, but knew he liked. It felt like it was tugging on a dormant cord still connected between his heart and his memories.

There wasn’t a lot there, but it was attached to something, deep down.

( )( )( )( )( )( )

It was just like when he and (Emmet went trick-or-treating together as children. The two of them) would always return home with enough candy that (could have lasted them several months, but) would probably only survive a week or two (between themselves and their Pokémon). They would always take turns trading (their candy between each other at the end of the night. Emmet) enjoyed the sour variety of treats and gummies (that would oftentimes end up leaving him with a sore mouth,) while he preferred the sweeter chocolates and (candy bars).

And (when Elesa had come into their lives during their teenage years,) the group would continue the tradition (of trick-or-treating together, and then) swapping at the end of the night. (Chocolates were not willingly traded to him nearly as easily anymore, and) he often ended up being traded the things neither (Emmet or Elesa) wanted. But he didn’t mind (because he liked them well enough, more so than the other two).

And even (into adulthood, when going trick-or-treating from door to door) was swapped out for (late-night scary movie marathons with friends, He found a habit had formed where) he was often handed (the candy bowl near the end of the night, in order to finish off the bit of) untouched candy no one else wanted. (Emmet and Skyla) would lightheartedly jab at him (for functionally being their candy disposal bin, but Elesa would defend him while he himself just laughed,) taking it all in jest.

( )( )( )( )( )( )

…It was just like when he and someone else would always return home with enough candy that would last probably only a week or two. They’d take turns trading, the other enjoying sour candies while he preferred the sweet ones. And when their group continued swapping candy, he was often traded what no one else wanted. But he didn’t mind. And even when things… changed, he still was given the candy that no one else wanted. They would make jokes about him for it, but it was all in jest.

There was so much missing, Ingo knew there was, and it made things confusing as to what actually happened. But he certainly didn’t feel bad about any part of it, when he lingered on the feelings that were left behind.

The fragments were horrifically shattered and spread apart over many, many memories, he could tell. But something about it was comforting. Perhaps it was the fact that so many memories seemed linked together; it implied that this was something that had never changed even while time went on, something that had been continued over a large span of his prior life. He had done something with friends very frequently. And it was something he enjoyed very much.

They were happy memories of people he couldn’t quite remember, and while that was not a novel experience for him at this point, it still dimmed the warmth around the edges. But he could not ignore that it was also cathartic, in an aching, lonely way, to feel that they were so worn and repetitive.

The phantom memories gradually retreated back out of reach, keeping their distance as the sweet aftertaste of the cheap chocolate faded. Something about the fact that an action as seemingly insignificant as being handed unwanted candy, and how it was able to dredge up only emotional remnants of so many hazy recollections… it was a little frustrating for Ingo, if he was being honest.

The complete picture was always just out of reach, it felt like.

But he had lost his entire previous life to the foggy nowhere that used to be his mind. There were a lot of pieces to pick up, and he supposed a substantial amount of them would be small and insignificant — when something shattered like this, there were usually many more small pieces than big ones.

“Another chocolate.”

Ingo blinked, his thoughts giving way to the view of the training ground’s dirt beneath his shoes, then to Akari as he turned to her — she had leaned forward to nudge his wrist with her own hand. Of course, a chocolate nestled within an opened wrapper was held between her fingers.

“Ah-” Ingo hesitated for perhaps a moment too long with a look that may have been a bit too piercing, as Akari’s hand began to retract.

“Right, sorry,” Akari sat back, leaning against the dojo wall behind her as she situated the bag back on her lap. “I know, I shouldn’t keep handing you these when you’re about to go have dinner.”

“No no, it’s alright,” Ingo hastily attempted to correct the misunderstanding. “I apologize, I was not rejecting it; my mind simply drifted elsewhere for a moment.”

“So…” With the usual spirited look returning to her features, Akari held the candy back up. “You do want another piece?”

One last glance over at the gate, but of course Zisu was still nowhere in sight. Only the autumn sunset past the village buildings, and a distant collection of drifblim mingling with the clouds over the fieldlands.

Ingo huffed through his nose and turned to join Akari on the bench, taking the empty spot next to her as the wood creaked beneath him. “…Perhaps just one more; Miss Zisu has not arrived yet, after all. She did say it would be a quick stop by the Commander’s office, but I’ll be honest; knowing her appreciation for conversation, I could be waiting here for her for another half hour.”

Akari held the candy back out to him, and this time, Ingo accepted it. “Thank you.”

Placing the chocolate in his mouth, Ingo sat back as he chewed on it. Mulling over the warm feelings of familiarity that briefly returned once again with the flavor, Ingo wondered if the memories themselves would return at some point as well.

[epickiya722]

What's getting me about folks also comparing the scene with Megumi and Yuji versus the scene with Yuji and Todo back in Shibuya is that some are doing it just to bash Megumi's character.

"He needs to suck it up and move on."

Similar as the circumstances may be, there are some differences.

Yes, it's going to take Megumi to listen to Yuji calling out to him. Yes, it's going to take Megumi's choice to want to be saved.

This is a "save those who want to be saved", a "help me help you" situation.

But let's consider a few things as to why this time around it is going to be a lot more difficult this time around.

Back in Shibuya when confronted by Todo, Yuji was in control of his body. Todo had an easier time reaching out to him because Yuji was right there in the physical world.

Fast forward to now, Yuji actually had to find a way to even get to where Megumi is. He couldn't just walk up to him. He actually had to reach and find his soul in a void that Sukuna placed him in using a technique.

Not only that, keep in mind that Megumi's soul was forced deeper in a void after Sukuna took that curse bath and killed his sister, the only person Megumi had left as family and really cared for. You could also include Gojo. But by that time, I would say Megumi was already too deep to witness that. Megumi had no means of escape until now. Also, Yuji only got to call out to Megumi once before Sukuna intervened. He didn't have time to comfort Megumi.

Like, damn, can we give Megumi and Yuji a chance?

With Yuji, when Sukuna did what he did in Shibuya, Yuji was able to get back control. Remember Yuji was literally made to be Sukuna's vessel. Yuji has a better hold on his control on Sukuna when he possessed his body than Megumi does. Sukuna had limited time.

Also, and this is going to sound harsh, Sukuna killed people Yuji had no attachment to. That is not to say Yuji doesn't care about the well-being of others. That's part of who he is. Yuji did feel for those people, they were innocent and he couldn't do anything to stop Sukuna. But at the same time, he was able to spend less time mourning those people because there was no attachment. When Todo had to confront Yuji, it was after Nobara and Nanami had been attacked killed by Mahito's hands. It's why Yuji was in the state he was in. Nobara and Nanami were people Yuji did have an attachment to, so it did take someone like Todo to encourage him to move on unlike the first time Yuji pushed himself forward. Also, Akari came in and gave Yuji just a bit of hope about Nobara.

There's also their characters. Yuji is the type that no matter how bad things get for him, he will push on. He has just a tad bit stronger mental state than Megumi does. Yuji comes from a relatively "nice" background. He did lose his parents (...) and had to be raised by his grandfather. But he also did have people around him who liked him, even at times he felt like a loner.

Megumi, on the other hand, lost his parents and had to be raised by his (step)sister, Tsumiki who is not that much older than him and later on got put in a coma. His father's side of the family is a prejudice clan and only valued Megumi because of his technique and was sold to said clan by the father he never knew. Gojo was his benefactor, he looked out for him but it's up for interpretation of how their relationship really was like while growing up. Gojo had took Megumi in when he was just 17-18 years and think about the kind of person Gojo is. Megumi also didn't have friends that we know of.

Yuji became a jujutsu sorcerer to help people and there are still people to save. Same for Megumi, but remember his goal mostly did come from wanting to save Tsumiki who had now been killed by his own technique thanks to Sukuna.

Yuji is like sunshine, Megumi like rain.

Yuji's warm and inviting, Megumi is gloomy and cold.

Yuji's outlook on life is different from Megumi's. He has this unbreakable resolve and just more optimistic. Megumi is more pessimistic.

I also take in account of physical damage to their bodies.

I think I did say this in another post, but anyways, when Sukuna possessed Yuji he was almost invincible. Gojo managed to put some damage to him during their first meeting. After that, how many times had Sukuna actually suffered any injuries? Can't think of a time.

When he possessed Megumi, he was able to be injured and bleeds. Remember his fight with Gojo had left some after effects on him, therefore could have also affected Megumi.

Going back to a previous point, when Todo approaches Yuji, Yuji was able to tell he was real. What if in this case, Megumi is so dull from everything Sukuna had put his mental through and because he is in a void of darkness (contrasting from the lit setting Yuji had been in) Megumi believed Yuji to be just an illusion? He believed it was hard for anyone to come save him?

Especially since, if we count the possibility of Megumi witnessing the fight between Gojo and Sukuna, he may feel like an afterthought?

During that fight, Yuji had question if Gojo even remembered to save Megumi and the others weren't even sure of that. Megumi probably felt the same way.

It reminds me of how way back in the beginning as to why Megumi didn't want Yuji executed in the first place. Yuji barely knew the guy, but he saved him. Even risking his life to fight a curse without cursed energy before swallowing that finger. What if Megumi harbored some sort of guilt from that? Yuji's execution may have been postponed, but he was still set to die. On top of that, because Sukuna's fingers had caused one curses to rise and therefore more people are at risk.

Megumi told Nobara not to tell Yuji anything because Yuji would feel guilty.

"Why bother saving me then?"

No matter what Megumi does, it seems things keep getting worse and worse and worse for him.

What if this time around Megumi no longer has the will to leave because he feels like a burden now and doesn't want anyone else to risk their life for his sake? Especially, to Yuji?

Either way, compared to Yuji in Shibuya, both of them are victims. They're just kids. Kids who felt they should die even though they have tried their hardest to save people and there is so much they could do.

To call Megumi a "bum" because he's depressed just gives me "ick" feelings, it does. I saw a comment that called both Megumi and Yuji "losers" and someone argued they're not "losers" when they're traumatized. And they are! In the spam of just months, they witnessed the worse of what has become of Japan all due to curses and curse users. Can you blame any of them for having moments of self-doubt?

[sweetbottletops]

The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy at All (Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko Janakatta) Drama CD cast interview (more pictures) after they completed the project. Horrible MTL below...

Mitsuki Koga: Mariya Ise Aya Oosawa: Akari Kitō  Joe: Kenjiro Tsuda Narita: Tasuku Hatanaka

Ise (Mitsuki): Actually, on X (formerly Twitter), I was secretly looking forward to reading this manga drawn by Arai. A handsome aura that overflows without Koga's awareness...I was excited as well as there. (Laughter).

No way I will be able to play Koga-san I am grateful!! There's nothing happier than being able to play a character you love. I was allowed to play Koga-san politely and carefully!

Kitō (Aya): It was a large volume of drama CD recording, but I was able to play freely and it was very fun! I was happy to be involved in this work that I had originally read, and I thought again that this work, in which music is greatly involved, is a title that I am very excited to be shaped as a drama CD!

Tsuda (Uncle Joe): It was able to record in a good atmosphere. The comedy part, the serious part, each had tension and relaxation in the air, and it was a fun time.

Hatanaka (Narita): When I participated in this work, of course, I read manga, but I felt that I was really happy that I was able to participate in the drama CD of such a work because I was filled with the wonderfulness, suffering, and regret of liking someone. 　

――Please tell us the impression of the character you played.

Ise: I like the fact that I value the honesty of Koga's favorite things and what I want to do. I also want to live with such a part carefully, so I felt sympathy on my own. It is also wonderful to care for the person in front of you. I think that Koga's coolness is such a way of thinking and behavior. You can see why people around you are supported and loved.

Kitō: It looks like a yang person, a gal, who is the upper class of the school caste, but in fact it is a frowning Western music otaku, and a CD shop Onii-san(?) I thought that it was a child with various faces that there was a cute side that was in love with him. At first I was worried about where to make a role based, but I thought that it was an ordinary girl and tried to play it.

Tsuda: A nice uncle who is active and gentle while making a rock sharp. It is saved that there are such adults who are close to young people. I played it consciously so that I could put out a large vessel that wraps up with the spatula and the light part. He's a nice character.

Hatanaka: Narita-kun, it was very easy to perform. When I was a student, I did not feel that I was used to women to that extent, but is it the lightness of footwork, something like that, there was something that passed, and there was a feeling that I could quickly enter even if I tried to play it with care…! It was so much fun to play! 　

――Ise had a singing part of "Creep" this time. If you have any feelings of singing, points you want to pay attention to and listen to, please tell me.

Ise: It was a test (laughs). The difficulty level was too high. I really wanted to run away (Laughter). But for the work, I decided to be prepared that I had to do my best. Please listen with warm ears…. 　

―― Please give a message to all of your fans.

Ise: I am close to or excited about Koga-san, which is the image of all readers, but I also played Koga-san, which I imagined, carefully and wholeheartedly because I was a reader and a fan for many years. Please, DramaCD 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった 』 also like and enjoy! Thank you very much!

Kitō: 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』 I was originally a fan reading this work, but it is a very popular work with many people who love reading it even around me, so I think that there are many people who are looking forward to this drama CD! This work that is loved by many people is enjoyed as a voice, and I will be very happy if you love me!

Tsuda: It is a wonderful work where laughter and cuteness are tightly tied and young. I think that people who like rock can enjoy it because there are many legendary rocker songs, and I think that those who do not know rock can enjoy refreshing youth drama.

Hatanaka: It was such a work that makes me think that it is really nice to read and fall in love with people. I hope it becomes a drama CD filled with its goodness! By all means, I hope you can enjoy the original together many times! Thank you very much!!!

――cast everyone, thank you!

[x]

[nana-b0b]

These last weeks, with the end of the jjk manga, with many things in my head and almost without much desire to post the truth, I thought about how the lore of my oc would end in the JJK universe, now that we know what the end is, I could also give it a closure, and with that, other things have come to my mind.

One character that was always left adrift is Akari, who being a secondary oc was a piece that I didn't know how it would end once everything goes back to “normal”.

Akari goes with Aurora, she becomes very close but losing Sukuna as a teacher, Akari feels a bit lost but that's when she meets Rene and she herself decides that he would be her new teacher.

So much so, that she feels very happy by his side and even develops emotions.

I know many people expect more drawings from Sukuna since he is the star of this account haha, sorry, I wish I could bring more material. I feel that here I can be more sincere with you than on IG, those who follow me there will know that these last weeks I'm running into a lot with this part of the fandom that I hate, who when they see a drawing of an OCxCanon's own style seem to go crazy. It happened to me with my last drawing of Aurora and Gojo, while I ignore these people, sometimes they do things that only worsen the functioning of my account and that, truth be told, has taken away a lot of my desire to draw. I'm an adult, I don't have the time to deal with these kids no matter how much I block them.

for this reason my pace dropped so much, I ignore these people and I don't pay attention to the nonsense they do, but thanks to this childish behavior my IG account has worked terribly the last few days to the point that there are whole days that I prefer not to even enter to save myself the headaches.

I hope you now understand why I hardly ever post things here anymore or in general, just single drawings, without much context or stories behind them.

[katsushika-division]

It was late at night during the bustling city of Katsushika where Kobe's beloved wolf boy, Max Soukoku walked along the path leading to the residence home to the most prolific and terrifying criminals of Japan to date, all while holding an assortment of gifts in his arms. He decided to leave Hunter back at his cabin much to the wolf's chargin but Max bribed him with some fresh meat to stay, he could handle himself and he wouldn't take long.

Max knocked on the door after avoiding the hidden traps Akari must have left out on the lawn and was greeted by the door opening to reveal Touya Kisaragi who despite threatening him at knife point until he recognized him, was more than happy to let him inside with a hug and apology.

Akari and Rintaro were in their rooms from their lack of presence (and no smell of chemicals and gunpowder) and his eyes immediately honed in on Akihisa Mashiro relaxing on the recliner listening to an opera record, it was the same record Max gave to him during their team's anniversary. Akihisa immediately caught sight of the shaggy boy and put a pause on the record he was listening to, "Max, I didn't know you were visiting today, it's quite late don't you think."

Max didn't respond, only handing out the cardboard boxes with a blank expression but Akihisa knew that the boy was anticipating his reaction. "Happy...birthday..."

Akihisa sighed but made sure to keep his expression schooled to not disappoint Max, right, his birthday, he had almost forgotten about it but he figured that Touya had sent word out to Kobe Division or at the very least Max. Still though, he wasn't upset and graciously took the gifts from the young boy's hands, going through them with great care.

The first gift revealed to be...

...A necklace made with different stones and crystals with an onyx rose pendant at the center.

The second gift revealed to be...

...A plate of small treats, which smelled heavily of maple tree sap.

The third and final gift revealed to be...

...A wooden sign depicting of a family tree with personalized names of both Death Row Block and Lovesick (of course including Hunter)

"I hope...you like...them...happy birthday..."

Happy Birthday Akihisa! ❤

“Thank you, Max,” Akihisa took a bite out of one of the maple treats. “I truly appreciate you coming to drop off gifts,” Akihisa told Max, reaching out and gently ruffling his messy hair.

“Did Max-chan bring sweets?” Touya questioned skipping over to where the sweet smell was coming. Grabbing one of the sweet treats and scarfing it down and another and another. “These is really good Max-chan!”

“Touya save some for the others.” Akihisa scolded watching as the serial killer pouted but relented. 

‘Come on Max-chan! There’s something I want you to take to Kai-chan for me!” Touya grabbed the poor wolf boy’s arm and with a shocking amount of strength pulled him towards his room not letting him get a word in. 

A faint smile formed on Akihisa’s face at the sight. Touya was stubborn when he wanted to be. Grabbing another maple treat the hitman ate it in one bite. “I suppose today wasn’t so bad.” 

[morimyulyrics]

This track made me go... ayo?👀 The song shows us how Ms Hudson truly feels about Sherlock. I personally think this has been something hinted since the first musical. And I think it's fun how they never put a name to it. Even in this song itself, you can see all the ways she cares for Sherlock, but she never labels her feelings. Just a "..." in the lyrics. And it's all up to everyone's interpretations what they think she really feels. It's genius.

More than you know

あなたが思うよりずっと | Anata ga omou yori zutto Character: Ms Hudson, ensemble

Kanji ホームズを（ホームズを） ホームズを（ホームズを） シャーロック・ホームズを！

ホームズさんは　まだ戻らないの？ ええ　まだこちらには　戻っていません 留置所にいるって　本当なのか？ ええ　どうやらそのようです　ハイ この状況　救えるのは シャーロック・ホームズしか　いない！

ホームズを（ホームズを） ホームズを（ホームズを） シャーロック・ホームズを！ もし戻ったら　伝えておきます これで失礼　いたします

ホームズを（ホームズを） ホームズを（ホームズを） シャーロック・ホームズを！

我がまま放題　デリカシーもない 銃は撃つ　ヴァイオリンはかき鳴らす 挙句の歯てに部屋ごと　爆破する あり得ない非常識男　シャーロック！

でもなんで…　何で私は… こんなに　あなたを…

あなたのいない　部屋は 灯りのない　暖炉 夕焼け色の　チェアが ぽつんと　待ちぼうけ

気難しい　足音が 聴こえない　夜は しんとした胸　この心が あなたを　探してる

あなたは謎を　見つめて 人のこころ　救ってる あなたしか　できない　シャーロック みんなを　助けて

あなたが　いないと さざめく　このこころ いつか　この謎も 解きあかして　みせて

私はあなたを 信じてる あなたが思うより ずっと

私はあなたを ……… あなたが思うより ずっと

Romaji Holmes wo (Holmes wo) Holmes wo (Holmes wo) Sherlock Holmes wo!

Holmes-san wa mada modoranai no? Ee, mada kochira ni wa modotte imasen Ryuuchijo ni iru tte hontou na no ka? Ee dou yara sono you desu. Hai Kono joukyou sukueru no wa Sherlock Holmes shika inai!

Holmes wo (Holmes wo) Holmes wo (Holmes wo) Sherlock Holmes wo! Moshi modottara tsutaete okimasu Kore de shitsurei itashimasu

Wagamama houdai derikashii mo nai Juu wa utsu violin wa kaki narasu Ageku no hate ni heya goto bakuha suru Arienai hijoushiki otoko Sherlock!

Demo nande.. Nande watashi wa… Konna ni anata wo…

Anata no inai heya wa Akari no nai danro Yuuyake iro no chea ga potsun to machi bouke

Kimuzukashii ashioto ga Kikoenai yoru wa Shin to shita mune kono kokoro ga Anata wo sagashiteru

Anata wa nazo wo mitsumete Hito no kokoro sukutteru Anata shika dekinai Sherlock Minna wo tasukete

Anata ga inai to Sazameku kono kokoro Itsuka kono nazo mo Tokiakashite misete

Watashi wa anata wo Shinjiteru Anata ga omou yori Zutto

Watashi wa anata wo …… Anata ga omou yori Zutto

English Holmes! (Holmes!) Holmes! (Holmes!) Let us see Sherlock Holmes!

Ms Hudson: Everyone, please, calm down…!

Is Mr Holmes not back yet? Yes, he’s not home yet. Is it true that he’s in jail? Yes, it appears to be so. Yes. But the only one who can save us now is Sherlock Holmes!

Postman: Ms Hudson! Here is Mr Holmes’ mail for today. Ms Hudson: Y-yes, well, thank you…

Holmes! (Holmes!) Holmes! (Holmes!) Let us see Sherlock Holmes! I shall let you know when he comes back For now, I will take my leave

Holmes! (Holmes!) Holmes! (Holmes!) Let us see Sherlock Holmes!

Ms Hudson: Oh, Sherlock…

You’re so selfish, and insensitive Whether you’re firing your gun, or plucking your guitar And on top of all that, you even make things explode in your room! Such a man lacking in common sense you are, Sherlock!

And yet… why do I… Why do I, towards you…

Your empty room with the fireplace unlit, and your sunset-colored chair idly wait for your return

And when I don’t hear your grumpy footsteps This heart, my heart somehow searches for you

You save people’s hearts through the mysteries you solve It’s something only you can do, Sherlock Please, save everyone

When you’re not around my heart beats frantically Please help me solve this mystery someday

I believe in you More than you could ever know

I… you more than you could ever know

[harveybwabbit92]

[Dan sits with Akari while getting her field agent license renewed.]

Head Agent: Well, let's see here Miss Yuri. On the driving portion you totaled every car but the one you were driving. On the pistol range you refused to use a gun, and — heh heh, here's my favorite — on the written you drew the little guy with wings from the Led Zeppelin records.

Akari: Icarus. So, uh, what are trying to tell me here, little man, that you don't like Zep?

(The agent stands and rips the written portion in half)

Agent: You probably don't remember me. But you saved my life when I was a kid. You gave me a new way to see things and taught me not everyone in the outskirts is a selfish menace.

Dan, looks surprise: When was this?

Agent: 15 years ago... My family's farm was ransacked and we were chased out into the wilderness. the bandits were closing in and I thought for sure we were dead... When this girl who look no older then I was back then appeared. She fought like feral beast with nothing to lose and when it was over turned her sights on us...

Agent: My family thought we were next, instead she calmly wiped the blood off her face told us gather what we could and to follow her. That girl escorted us through the monster infested wasteland for almost a week before safely leaving us at a UFG outpost, then she was gone before we could even thank her...

Akari, nods: Oh yeah. I remember now, you grew up!

Agent: And you still look the same age as we met...Guess the rumors about you being an alien were true.

Dan, as his expression darkens: So what if she is?

Agent, coughs and averts his eyes:

Akari: Dad... he had a crush on me.

Dan: ....Oh. I see, sorry.

Agent: It's fine, it probably wouldn't worked out anyways, especially now.

Akari: Yeah...That's why I'm always iffy about dating, I don't want any of my potential partners to be labeled as a creep or thrown into jail.

Agent: Yes, An-anyway, back to you're results. You passed. I just need you to sign these forms and expect your new badge and license to be ready in two weeks... and Akari? Thank you.

[Akari nods.]

[Despite being raised by bandits Akari has very strong sense of justice, she despises when people abuse power and use it to bully the weak, she acted kind of like a watchdog out in the wastelands.]

[thescribblings]

Do Akari's and Donnie's bo staffs have the Cain Instinct Effect for anyone who holds it where they MUST bonk the nearest sibling/sibling-figure? If so, are Akari and Donnie immune to the Cain Instinct Effect that their weapons have? Or are they easily swayed to give in to the Bonkening?

Those bo staffs are fucking laced with something istg

Aki keeps his bo staff either on his person or locked up in the lab at. all. times. It's too dangerous for his family to be left alone with it. lmfao

And about the tech geniuses themselves, Akari is completely immune.. but Donnie isn't immune to Aki's bo

(which is fair considering the bo in question is 9 feet long)

[sonicasura]

Awkward those not even cover it. Belive me. And yes, his dad 100% human. And knew that his wife was a hybrid thanks to having being saved by her many times. With the firt time being a less then pleasent discovery.

As for how her corpse ended up in the JAKDF? Its a rather tragic one.

Remember how Kafka's and Mina's home where attacked by kaiju in canon? Well mere months after, another kaiju decided to show it face while the town/city was still being rebuild.

And like Mother like son, she was not gonna let this one destroy her home or hurt her family. You hc that enraged kaiju moms are some of the worst to deal with, well here is whom Kafka got it from. To say she was in a mad rage when fighting that thing is an understatment.

The issue is, Akari is not a very powerful kaiju, unlike her son. Her kaiju parent being only a prototype and the things that went wrong with him had limit her powers somewhat. Though the JAKDF has lable her as a 5.1 on the fortitude scale.

The kaiju that attacked her home was at least 7.0 at the most. Meaning she was way out of her league ain't a understatment.

That did not stop her for doing what needed to be done. Fight even if it killed her. With a heavy heart and silent goodbye to both her husband and Kafka, that was what she did.

It did not end well. What made it even worst was that at the shelters, these two kaijus was shown fighting on televison, with the DF keeping themself away as best as they can to avoid getting in the crossfire. Kafka never realized why his father was crying when they watched two kaijus fighting. Or why his mother disappered that day.

He does now.

And while she died, Akari managed to at least weaking the other kaiju enough that the DFs had little issue killing it. And well, I think you know the rest.

And now the JAKDF is in a really morally awkward positoin with said corpse they have had in deep storage for years. For one this is Kafka's mom and he has a right to her remains. But at the same time, her corpse is a valuable material to make a good weapon of. I'm still not sure what to do with that part.

But yeah this is all that I've manage to come up with for the past few days. What do you think?

Ooooof

Again poor Kafka and his poor dad. He definitely doesn't know what to exactly do either. Give his mother a proper burial or a cremation w/o further research to be done. If they do use her body for a weapon then it honestly would be less awkward than making a suit.

Kafka will at least ask to have a chance to give a proper goodbye.

[waywardstation]

Maintenance Check

Akari invites a weary Ingo out of the rain to rest and have a hot meal with her, but Ingo realizes Akari needs some help of her own as well.

I wrote this off of a request to let Ingo relax and have a nice meal with Akari in the wake of Heart Full, Bowl Empty’s events, as well as two requests showing how Ingo and/or Akari would deal with a toothache away from the modern-day dental practices they’re used to.

This was supposed to be my last request fic of 2022, but instead it’s my first request fic of 2023!

OR read here on AO3!

Enjoy!

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The door to Akari’s unit slid open and shut quickly, the rain from outside clinging to Ingo’s coat as water dripped from the brim of his hat.

“You were gone for a while!” Akari commented, looking up from the cooking pot hanging over her unit’s irori; the sunken hearth in the middle of the room was already heated, warming the room and chasing away the chill that had begun to seep into Ingo’s skin. “Did they not have any?”

Ingo shrugged his wet coat off and hung it up with his cap on the wall; he did not want to drip all over Akari’s floors. He plucked a pouch out from one of the coat pockets and brought it over to Akari, handing it to her. “They did have it, but it, ah… took a considerable amount of time to retrieve from their cargo. I apologize for the delay.”

Ingo decided to refrain from telling Akari about how he suspected Volo left him standing in the rain longer than he needed to, searching through the back of the Ginkgo Guild’s covered wagon for quite a time for something so simple as a single sprig of King’s Leaf. It had left lots of awkward but well-meaning smalltalk with Tuli, until Ginter had decided to call out and ask if Volo needed help looking. Only then did Volo come back around the side of the wagon, King's Leaf in hand.

Maybe he shouldn’t have told the merchant that it was for a soup that he was cooking with Akari in her unit - he had come to notice that Volo wasn’t too keen on how much time the teenager spent with him. But technically, it was Volo’s fault for asking about what he planned to use it for in the first place.

“Sorry about that,” Akari took the pouch and pulled the plant out, a bit flattened, but perfectly preserved and dry. She set it down on a thick board beside her and began to cut the vibrant leaves up into smaller pieces, occasionally glancing at one of the hand-written recipe pages of her Pokedex to make sure she was doing it right. “But thanks for getting it! I didn’t know I was out of them, so it saved me some time.”

“Glad to be of service,” Ingo moved to stand closer to the heated irori, and chase away some of the cold aching that stubbornly clung to his limbs. “Is there anything else I can assist with?”

“No, no, it’s ok!” Akari would have waved him off if her hands weren’t full of freshly-cut King’s Leaf. She dropped the bits into the pot, before grabbing another small bowl full of chopped leeks and vivichokes, dumping that in as well. “You’ve already done so much today, just relax! And all the work is pretty much done, anyways; we just need to wait now.”

With that, Ingo moved to finally sit down with a grunt, at the edge of the irori, finally able to take his weight off his feet. He was silently thankful he could just sit back and rest for a moment. Today had been an exhaustive one, what with the Pearl Clan requesting his help on an icelands hunting trip that was supposed to be over and done by mid-morning, but dragged well into mid-day instead. And by the time he had reached Jubilife Village for whatever was left of his shift at the dojo (excessive rain having begun to pour down halfway there - he knew the sky had been too dark that morning for its own good), Zisu had regretfully let him know work was canceled due to the weather.

Akari had thankfully spotted him leaving the village to return to the highlands, and had asked him to join her in her Jubilife unit to dry off and share some of the soup she was making. He was surprised to see her - she was supposed to be gone on an expedition trip for at least another day - but he was certainly cold, hungry, and exhausted by that point, and very much not looking forward to a long trip back up Mount Coronet, so he had wearily agreed.

“Thank you again for your generosity, Miss Akari,” Ingo slumped forward, the heat of the hearth easing him as the soup began to spread a pleasant scent throughout the room. “I admit, this is much more favorable than traversing up to my highlands station in this current weather.”

“Yeah, well, you looked like you needed someone to give you a break,” Akari half-joked with him as she took a wooden spoon and stirred the contents of the pot a few times, sprinkling some crunchy salt in. Satisfied with the state of the soup, she left it to simmer and moved to sit next to Ingo, the sounds of the rain slicking down the slanted roof of her unit. “And I need someone to share all this soup with!”

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“These are excellent reports, Miss Akari; very thorough. I’m sure Professor Laventon will appreciate this data. Wild sliggoo are notoriously hard to properly observe.”

Akari gave a small smile as Ingo browsed over her pages of notes, freshly filled out from the expedition she had just gotten back from. She always liked showing Ingo any new observations she had made, as looking over her extensive notes sometimes allowed him to recall some additional information she could add. But, she also knew he took special interest in Hisui’s select species. Just like the voltorb and electrode native to the region, focusing on their differences from what he could dimly remember always intrigued him.

“Hard is an understatement!” Akari glanced over her own notes as well from Ingo’s side, recalling what she had to do to get them as she held her soup secure in her hands. “I couldn’t even get close without them somehow hearing me, and retreating into those big heavy shells of theirs! And you would think they wouldn’t be able to see where they’re going rolling around in them, but they can aim pretty well! Got me good a few times-“

Akari set her bowl down and rolled up one of her black underlayer sleeves as she talked, the survey corps fabric bunching up over it as she showed him a few cuts and bruises she had sustained from scrapes with the sharp metal shells. This caught Ingo’s attention, and his gaze finally drifted off the words and drawings of the page, to the teenager at his side.

“Is all this just from crossing tracks with the sliggoo?” Ingo looked the damage over briefly; it didn’t seem too bad thankfully, but then again, all he could see was her one uncovered arm. Though, he didn’t think she normally got this scraped up from a routine expedition. “Is this why you departed ahead of schedule?”

“Nah, I just finished early.” Akari rolled her sleeve back down to pick her soup back up.“I mean, I sort of rushed it, but I just wanted today off - fieldwork isn’t nearly as fun in the rain. And it’s fine! It’s mostly just soreness now, nothing that won’t heal.”

“Speed but not haste, Miss Akari.” Ingo felt like he had to remind her of that a lot lately. He closed her Pokedex and handed it back to her, so he could pick his own bowl back up and continue eating his soup. “It’s important to maintain safety.”

“Yeah, well if I did that,” Akari tucked her Pokedex back away, “You’d be heading up to the highlands right now with about twenty pounds of rain in your clothes. And I would be too, still trying to get Pokedex pages filled out, and we wouldn’t be sharing this great soup right now, listening to the rain outside while we’re warm inside.”

That earned a small laugh out of Ingo. She wasn’t wrong.

“That certainly tracks,” He stirred what was left in his bowl. “And it would be unfortunate to pass this up - my schedule has not allowed me time to enjoy something like this for a while. The refuel and the maintenance stop are much appreciated.”

Between more frequent hunts with the Pearl Clan, his duties to Lady Sneasler and her kits, and his shifts at the dojo, it had all been constant foot traveling for the last three days. Always walking. Always traversing. Letting the cold cling to him and slip deeper under his skin the longer he immersed himself in the wilderness. No time to stop and eat, either plucking off stunted berries from trees and bushes he happened to walk by, or stuffing potato mochi down on his way out of Jubilife and onto the next destination, being unable to sit down and actually enjoy it. Sleeping in whatever place he happened to be at when the sun set, even if it didn’t exactly have a nice warm bed to comfort him, and ease the pain in his back that would flare up from the cold’s grip.

Akari’s offer for him to come in and sit down, to relax and have a nice meal, was the first time he had been able to really do so in a while.

And it was nice. To take the pressure of walking off his legs and let them rest for once, and relieve the dull throbbing in his feet brought about by traversing rough terrain on worn down shoes. To actually enjoy the taste of his food instead of hastily stuffing down whatever he could get, to simply keep his engine running on his way to the next destination. To let warmth ease him and loosen his tense weariness. While the heated irori thawed his limbs well enough, driving out the deeper frost that had settled into his muscles, the hot soup left a pleasant internal warmth in his body, heating whatever the hearth couldn’t.

“Here, I’ll get you more then,” Akari reached out to take Ingo’s bowl from his hands as he tipped it back and swallowed the last of its contents. “It’s more vegetables than broth, but there’s still some left in the pot.”

“I appreciate it, but I’ve ah, already had seconds,” Ingo tried to object. “And your portions for me have been rather generous. It’s alright. Go ahead and finish it.”

It wasn’t that Ingo found the meal to be unenjoyable. It was genuinely excellent - the best meal he had had in days. Akari had gotten very good with her recipes. He could have had more, but he told himself not to depreciate a comfortable fullness down to a stomachache. But moreso, he just wanted Akari to eat more than the little amount he had seen her put into her own bowl.

On his first serving, he had noticed Akari dumped lots of the larger, tougher soup contents into his bowl - sootfoot roots, leeks, mushrooms - but her own bowl had consisted of smaller chunks amongst mostly broth. It had been easy enough to dismiss, until he noted that she did it again with their second helpings. She wasn’t even really using her spoon, instead opting to sip from the bowl itself. Generally, just eating slower - and less - than she normally did.

Why?

“I’m good,” Akari took one last glance at the soup pot, before moving to sit back down next to Ingo. “It’ll probably just be leftovers then.”

Leftovers? With her typical growing-teenager appetite, the concept of leftovers was practically a foreign one to Akari. Ingo’s gaze flitted over to the sleek orange icebox against the wall - that thing was used more frequently to hold icelands snow than actual food that couldn’t be finished.

“Forgive me for being so upfront Miss Akari, but,” Ingo began, leaning forward to better feel the irori’s heat, as well as get a better look at her face. “are you feeling alright?”

The teenager didn’t have to say anything for Ingo to see the confusion on her face - for her, the question came out of nowhere. Ingo worried insufficient clarity had led to incorrect assumed inferences.

“Apologies, it’s just that it appears you’re, well… drinking more of the soup than you’re eating.” He explained, before repeating himself. “Are you feeling alright?”

Confusion quickly faded, understanding taking its place.

“Oh, no, no!” Akari waved it off. “Like I said earlier, I’m just still a bit sore. My mouth just hurts a little, makes it kinda hard to chew. I’ve been making a lot of soup lately because of it, actually.”

When Akari had said she was sore, Ingo assumed that only extended to achy limbs, and tender muscles. A sore jaw was a bit of a different matter, especially if it influenced what Akari could and couldn’t eat - now he understood why she was mostly just limiting herself to the broth.

The lack of worry in Akari’s voice told Ingo that she didn’t think it was a big deal at all - so much so, that it seemed she didn’t even find it worth mentioning until explicitly asked. She did not appear worried about it, but Ingo couldn’t say the same.

Draugr, the iceland’s territorial alpha mamoswine, had given Ingo the unfortunate opportunity to experience how Hisui deals with dental complications himself.

He did not want to think back on that, and he did not want Akari to have to deal with that agonizing possibility like he did. He had a feeling oral care in Hisui was not nearly as advanced and optimized as it was wherever the two of them had come from, and he was sure Akari was also aware of this to some degree.

“If it’s preventing you from properly eating, perhaps we should go visit Miss Pesselle.” Akari could hear the concern start to bubble up in Ingo’s voice as he shifted to a more attentive position. “When did you first notice the pain?”

“Ingo, it’s ok!” She tried to keep him from getting worried over her. “It started like three days ago, but this happens a lot, trust me; I get roughed up from expedition work, thrown down a few too many times by a wild Pokémon. I knock my jaw maybe, it’s sore for a little bit, but then I get over it. It probably happened when I was out observing the sliggoo. It’s fine, really!”

“I might be inclined to disagree, if it means it obstructs you from having anything else besides soup broth.” Ingo emphasized. “Did you at least perform safety checks, and ensure nothing was damaged? If you’ve possibly cracked a tooth, it must be addressed as soon as possible.”

“Ingo… I didn’t crack a tooth,” Akari dismissed it. She interrupted herself by pushing herself back up onto her feet, and taking their empty bowls in her hands. She was trying to busy herself now. “I’m used to this, really. It’ll go away in a few days.”

She did not check.

Ingo gave her a look telling her he knew she didn’t, which made Akari huff a sigh through her nose as she dropped their dinnerware on her washing table.

“I can’t feel anything sharp with my tongue,” she insisted, her confidence apparently unfaltering as she continued to try and quell Ingo’s worries. She slipped open the lid of her water container, and began to scrub the dishes. “It’s sore, but that’s normal. For me, I mean.”

“Still, it does not hurt to be thorough.” Ingo reasoned. “Something else could require repairs. If you haven’t checked, you cannot know for sure.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Akari simply hummed in acknowledgement as she continued to fret over the dishes. He could tell she was starting to want to drop the subject.

The rain came down against the roof of the warm unit. Busying her hands, no other words were likely to leave Akari’s mouth, while Ingo struggled to get the right string of them out of his.

Perhaps he should talk about it.

“…I had a similar experience, once.” Ingo started after a moment of contemplation, watching Akari needlessly busy herself. “When the Pearl Clan first brought me back to their settlement and were trying to repair the damage that Draugr had caused, they were trying to fix everything they could with haste. They patched me up as best they could, and waited. But as the days went on, it was becoming apparent that something was wrong.”

Akari said nothing, but she stopped scrubbing at the dishes - Ingo could see he had managed to take her nervous energy, and convert it into attention that was trained on him. She always said she didn’t like hearing the more explicit details of his recovery, but by the way she always listened in with a sort of hesitant curiosity, he could tell she said that more for his sake, assuming he had a hard time talking about it.

He did.

It was difficult to think back on that time, and recall how it felt to be so confused and alone.

“I was not eating, or drinking. They could not figure out why, and I regret to say it was because I did not make it easy for them to do so.”

Behavior like that would be laughably unheard of from Ingo now. But at the time, he had known nothing about who or where he was, and all he knew was that he was in an extensive amount of pain, and that he was surrounded by people he did not know or understand, who were endlessly prodding him and just irritating the pain more. It had freaked him out, and admittedly, when he had the strength to, he had become resistant to their invasive monitoring.

“Only once Lady Irida had arrived to check on me herself with a gentler approach, were they able to figure out the issue. I had a cracked tooth, viable for infection, and it needed to be removed.”

“You got a tooth pulled!” Ingo could already hear the flood of excitedly curious requests for him to show her the gap coming.

“It was just a wisdom tooth, its departure did not change much to my cab,” Ingo stopped her in her tracks before she got too far. “It had most likely needed to be removed even before my jaw had a collision with an ice tusk as thick as a tree. But before I knew it, Miss Calaba had checked it over for confirmation, and one of her more eager assistants was already wrenching it out.”

“Oh man,” Akari frowned. “Just pulling it then and there? That sounds… super sucky.”

Akari’s word choice surprised a brief laugh out of Ingo. “It was definitely not favorable, though it could have been much worse. And only due to Lady Irida’s incentive to check herself, were the tracks corrected. It was of utmost importance to be thorough, and to be entirely sure of the situation.”

Akari was starting to bite her cheek, nervousness returning now that the subject was returning back onto the issue at hand, and away from Ingo’s story.

“Miss Akari, I understand your hesitance. I myself have been on that line. Sometimes, maintenance of one’s cab is not an easy track to go down. But if something needs attention, it’s best to attend to it now before it gets worse, and affects the functionality of the rest of the cab… especially with Hisui’s limited medical methods.”

It seemed his own personal example and words of gentle encouragement finally broke through to her. Ingo’s words were followed by a loud silence that drew attention to the sound of muffled rain against the unit’s roof, until Akari let out a deep sigh. Her shoulders slumped, defeated.

“…I know,” she muttered, looking down at her feet for a moment, before turning back to face him. The dishes she once couldn’t get her focus off of were now entirely forgotten behind her. “I know I should probably get it checked. I think my jaw’s fine - it’s my tooth that hurts. I came back early because it was just being so bothersome; I couldn’t really eat anything I found out in the mirelands, so I had to come home. It’s just…”

It was scary.

Ingo could see she found it scary.

“…I know my options are different from what I had back home. If anything, um… happened, my only option would be to get it pulled.” Akari began to explain to him. Her voice was no longer as certain and unfaltering as it was earlier. “And I’ve heard how people manage that whole procedure when they come into Pesselle’s office. I always hear them yelling! And Rei’s told me horror stories about how he’s had to assist her with emergency procedures, just because he was the closest Galaxy Team member nearby. I don’t want to have to get any teeth pulled! I was just hoping to wait and see if it would get better, but… it’s been three days. It’s not.”

A pang of empathy tugged at Ingo’s heart. It was clear now that Akari was just scared - scared that something was irreversibly damaged, and scared that she would have to undergo a worrying procedure that freaked her out. She hadn’t checked out of fear that it would confirm these things.

It was understandable.

Ingo pushed himself back up onto his feet (the heat from the irori was starting to become noticeably uncomfortable anyways) and moved to try and console her - she looked like she was about to start pacing the room out of nervousness.

“You mentioned the soreness only began three days back, correct?” Ingo recalled, putting a hand on Akari’s shoulder. “You may not be experiencing improvement, but that does not give much time for things to worsen. And perhaps nothing is wrong, and it really is just sore. Then we have nothing to worry about. But, we should perform a maintenance check now, and if repair is required, it should be manageable.”

“Yeah,” The complete lack of enthusiasm in Akari’s voice, as well as her glance back at the dishes to her side, told Ingo she would much rather keep avoiding the issue. But she wasn’t, and he appreciated it. “I guess I should.”

“Good.” Ingo encouraged her with a final reassuring pat on the shoulder, before looking around her unit, between the pot of soup and the half-cleaned dishes. “Now, you go check, and I’ll get started on cleaning things up. We can figure out how to navigate the tracks before us once we know what’s going on.”

Akari sucked in a breath and released it, trying to force all her anxiety out with it. “…Ok. I’ll go check.”

Ingo picked up the half-cleaned dishes that Akari had started washing, and began to scrub them clean as she moved into the back section of the unit, where her bed and mirror were set up.

As Ingo scrubbed one of the bowls, occasionally scooping more fresh water out of the table-side container, he fretted over Akari and what she would find.

What if it really was a cracked tooth? She did say she had been bashed around by sliggoo quite a few times… those tough metal shells were not padded at all. He hoped it was nothing more than soreness, but prolonged consistent pain that made it difficult to eat did not sound good.

And removal of a cracked tooth was not fun in the slightest. He should know. It was incredibly painful, even with dulling medicinals, and the throbbing hurt lingered for days afterwards.

But why tell Akari any of this? He hoped nothing was wrong, so that he wouldn’t have to. If something was, then perhaps he would take steps to prepare her for it, but he didn’t want to have to do that.

With the bowls clean, Ingo moved to pick up the soup pot from where it hung over the irori. Looking inside, there was still a small amount left, just enough for about one more bowl. Maybe he should ask Akari if she had something he could store the rest of the soup in-

“Ingo!”

A quick turn of his head, and he spotted Akari standing in front of her bedside mirror, face very close to the glass and thoroughly inspecting her teeth with her head turned at an awkward angle - partially to get the best look at her tooth, and partially to be able to look in the mirror without standing on top of all the assorted junk she had piled around her.

She did love her space-time distortion souvenirs, and often kept all the leftover wrappers and bags neatly stored away. Ingo just had no idea she had so many.

“I think I found the problem!”

“Is it cracked?” Against his wishes, Ingo was beginning to dread the answer, but the fact that she had found something at all worried him.

“No…” Akari pulled the side of her mouth back with a finger, inspecting her teeth again. “I don’t think so? I mean, I definitely see something, but I can’t tell…”

“Allow me to check, if you’d like,” Ingo offered as he approached her, leaving the soup pot behind; now he was curious.

“This one, I think-“ Akari tapped one of her bottom-row bicuspids as she opened her mouth, tugging one of the sides back with a finger, and Ingo lowered down to take a quick peek at it.

Don’t be a cracked tooth, please, don’t be a cracked tooth…

Once he spotted it, Ingo was pleasantly surprised to see that indeed, it was not a cracked tooth.

Instead, it was a developing cavity.

Small and easy to miss, it was not much more than a dark line on the side of her tooth. Thankfully, it was clearly in the early stages of development, and even Ingo could tell that it was not far enough along to be past the point of irreversible damage.

And while a cavity was not a good thing, it certainly was good news to Ingo, considering the alternative. She would not have to lose the tooth.

“Well?” Akari pulled away from him, a little impatient now to know what it was. Ingo could see the concern in her eyes, and it relieved him to know he wouldn’t have to confirm such worries.

“I’m pleased to report that it is not cracked, but there’s a small cavity-“

“-A cavity!”

“Just a small one! It’s in the very early stages, and should be able to be managed without removal. You will be fine if you can stay on top of it.”

“Oh thank Arceus,” Akari heaved a sigh of relief. “So, I can just fix it myself? No tooth pulling?”

“Well, it would still be good to allow Miss Pesselle to take a look at it first, and ensure nothing needs to be done,” Ingo reasoned. “I’d be happy to accompany you if you’d like, but I have a feeling she will simply remind you to brush frequently if she doesn’t think it needs to be pulled.”

“But I already do! I brush my teeth twice a day!” Akari defended herself. “And I rinse! Just like how I always did it at home, and I never got any cavities then!”

Ingo glanced back down at the stacks of empty wrappers and snack bags on the floor. With a sigh, he realized what the problem most likely was, and reached down to pluck one of the bags up from off its stack.

“Well, I regret to inform you that with fuel like this, brushing twice a day might not be enough with Hisui’s dental management methods.” Ingo explained, holding the empty snack bag up. “Current toothpaste may not be enough as is. I recommend you start adding medicinal leek filling to your toothpaste powder until it mends.”

“How do you know that’s going to work?,” Akari frowned as she was handed back the bag, and moved to set it back on its stack.

“You are generous enough to share a considerable amount of these things with me,” Ingo reminded her. “And Miss Calaba was not pleased at all when she discovered I had added such things to my diet. But undeniably, she is very knowledgeable when it comes to medicinals and treatments. Trust me, it is effective.”

Akari made a face, most likely imagining how bitter the toothpaste would become once leek filling was added to it, but Ingo could see that she was ultimately relieved to have such a relatively easy solution to her problem.

“…Alright. I’ll, um… I’ll go see Pesselle when the rain stops, and get it checked out. And I guess I need to pick up some more leeks as well. Would you come with me?”

The heavy, constant rain pattering against the roof of the unit didn’t sound like it was going to stop anytime soon. They’d be here for a while if they were to wait for it to let up, but Ingo didn’t have anywhere else to go for today. And he would not leave her after she asked him to stay - he knew she was looking for a source of comfort.

“Of course, Miss Akari.”

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 122 Scans and Rough TL

Scans: https://klmanga.net/bsaq-kono-oto-tomare-raw-chapter-122.html

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Side text: It's almost Eidai's Tall-Small-Tall Trio's turn----!!

Chapter title: Midsummer Ordeal

Sentarou's Grandma: Sigh... We have arrived later than we planned

Sentarou's Grandma: Will we be there on time for Sen-chan's turn?

Sentarou's Little Sibling: Aren't we seeing Nii-Nii?

Shizune (Granny): It will be fine

Granny: They are 19th right? They are on their lunch break right now, so there are still 5-6 schools before their turn.

Sentarou's Grandma: Shizune-san...

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Sentarou's Grandma: I'm sorry for asking you to come with us with this heat

Granny: Is me who is joining you because I wanted to come, don't you worry---...

Chika: Uooooooh, we made it----!!!!

Sane: Woah, just in time

Chika: Fuaaah--- Yikes.

Chika: It's so hot...

Chika: Eh- What!? Granny!?

Granny: What is this, I thought I heard someone being noisy, and it's you guys

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Chika: Ah, sorry. But what are you doing here, Granny?

Kota: We don't play until tomorrow

Sane: Did you miss us that badly?

Granny: What silly things are you saying?

Granny: The grandson of a friend is performing, so I came to hear

Chika: A friend...

Sentarou's Grandma: Hello, how are you?

Chika: Hello!

Sentarou's Grandma: Oh my

Granny: These are the kids I told you about before---

Sentarou's Granny: Oh, the Tokike kids, I see

Sentarou's Granny: I heard of you from Shizune-san. She said you are like grandkids to her

Chika: !

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Chika's shirt: GRANDKID

Sfx: Smile

Satowa, Sane, Kota[thoughts]: He looks so happy--....

Sign: Mittsu is rehydratating

Takezou: What school does your grandson go to?

Sentarou's Grandma: Have you heard of Eidai Prefectural High School?

Takezou: ! We know of it

Sentarou's Grandma: Oh, really? The one called Miya Sentarou is my grandson

Sane: Seriously!?

Sentarou's Grandma: I couldn't go hear his Preliminaries performance because I was hospitalized.

Sentarou's Grandma: So I'm very glad that I was able to come today.

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Sane: Damn, only 5 minutes left! Will there be seats?

Hiro: You also have to find somewhere to sit, isn't that right?

Granny: Yeah. Is it crowded?

Hiro: Yes, very...

Chika: Grandma, give me your bag.

Sentarou's Grandma: Eh?

Chika: I will run ahead and find some seats for you

Granny: Saving a seat is bad manners

Chika: Eh, ah...

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Sentarou's Grandma: I would be happy if I could hear my grandson's performance from a seat where I could see his face

Sentarou's Grandma: Could I leave that to you?

Chika: !

Chika: Understood!!

Granny: Hey, Chizuru

Sentarou's Grandma (Chizuru): Oh, is fine once in a while.

Satowa: Um...

Satowa: Thank you very much

Chizuru: Eh?

Satowa: For understanding Kudo's feelings

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Sane: That guy is a total Granny and Grandpa's boy after all

Kota: True!

Chizuru: He is the same as my grandson, then

Tomoe[thoughts]: Woah, Tokise. Don't run

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Tomoe[thoughts]: Woaaah he is saving a seat. I hate that

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Takezou: Seems like we will sit all over the place this time

Chika: Hm? As long as we can hear, it doesn't really matter

Tomoe[memories]: You okay?

Tomoe[memories]: Aren't those girls from Himesaka?

Tomoe[memories]: They seem to be getting along fine...

Tomoe[memories]: You haven't done anything that warrants an apology, have you?

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Sentarou: Hey, Akari. How long are you going to keep marking the tuning changes?

Akari: No is just that I feel like the marks will disappear with the sweat. It worries me...

Assistant: Contestants from Eidai Prefectural High School, your turn is in 10 minutes!

Akari: Ack!

Sentarou: Great! Let's get ready to go

Akari: Aaaaah why do you both look so caaaalm

Haru: Not at all. I'm super nervous

Sentarou: Not as much as you, tho.

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Haru: He says that, but in the Traditional Music Festival and Preliminaries, Sen-chan was super nervous

Akari: Eh- Senpai!?

Sentaruo: Haru-

Haru: Yeah, and he played like 3 times faster because of that

Akari: Eh- Three times....

Sentarou: That's not going to happen today. You are here with us, Akari. Don't worry.

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Sentarou: Okay, you guys. Put your hands

Akari: Ri- Right

Sentarou: ...Your hands are sweaty for real, man

Akari: I'm sorry...

Sentarou: Bah, it's fine

Sentarou: Listen, you two!

Sentarou: In today's competition, we are the school with the least members, but when it comes to guts, we won't lose to anyone!!!

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Sentarou: Let's make our best performance yet!!!!

Trio: Yeah!!!

Akari[thoughts]: Hot.

Akari[thoughts]: My body is numb.

Akari[thoughts]: My blood is pumping

Sentarou: Huh? Are you crying?

Akari: I'm not crying!

Akari[thoughts]: I didn't know it was possible to shiver when you feel hot

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Keishi: Oh, next is "Sound of the Rapids", huh

Akira: Eidai's performance, right?

Keishi: There's two 17-stringed kotos

Akari's friend 1: He- hey, you are sure it's here, right?

Akari's friend 2: It is, isn't it? I made sure it was

Akari's friend 3: In the program they gave us before it says Kobayakawa Akari.

Akari's friend 2: Really, that's good---

Akari's friend 3: I spent all my part-time job money to come here, if we were wrong I'd cry

Akari's friend 1: This "Sound of the Rapids" that Akari's playing, is it hard?

Akari's friend 2: No idea. Should be around the level of a beginner like Akari who has played for 3 months to be able to play

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Keishi: "Sound of the Rapids" is a complicated song

Akari's friend 1: Eh?

Akira: O- Onii-chan

Akari's friend 1: For real?

Keishi: It's technically and expressively very advanced

Keishi: There is also tuning change while playing it

Akari's friend: Tuning change... Ohh yeah, Akari also mentioned that was difficult

Keishi: That beginner friend of yours, to be playing this song in only three months

Keishi: I think is testament to how much he has worked

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Akari's friends: Thanks, stranger Onii-chan!

Keishi: No problem--

Suzuka[thoughts]: Extroverts... *

*Here Takinami really says "Monster of communication", meaning Keishi just will approach and talk to about anyone and make friends anywhere

Akari's friend 1: Oh, here they are

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Akari [thoughts]: Amazing...

Akari[thoughts]: It's still dark, but you can feel how many people are there

Akari[thoughts]: This is completely different than rehearsals

Akari[thoughts]: My hands are also super sweaty

Akari[thoughts]: And they feel super cold

Akari[thoughts]: Hold on, that's connected isn't it...?

Akari[thoughts]: ....Will my hands be able to move properly...?

Akari[thoughts]: Eh

Akari[thoughts]: Will they really move?

Sentarou: Akari!

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Hand: You can do it!!!

Haru: Akari-kun, it's okay

Haru: We are here with you

Announcer: 19th Program

Announcer: Ibaraki Prefecture. Ibaraki Eidai Prefectural High School

Announcer: Miyagi Michio's "Sound of the Rapids"

Announcer: "We, Eidai High School's Koto Club, have a history of forty-two years, that includes many participations in the National Competition."

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Announcer: "In recent years, we have been in danger of disbandment"

Announcer:" We struggle in frustration, hold on desperately"

Announcer: "Gain new friends---"

Announcer: "Today, we are very proud to have come this far"

Announcer: "We will perform this strict, intense, gentle, and beautiful song with all our might"

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Akari's friends: !!

Keishi[thoughts]: Uooh, the 17-stringer has such a powerful bass! What a nice sound!!

Tsukaji[thoughts]: Hey hey, will only one Koto be enough...?

Tsukaji[thoughts]: No matter how you look at it, it will get swallowed by the 17-stringers---

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Chika: !!!

Tsukaji: !?

Tsukaji[thoughts]: Wait wait

Tsukaji[thoughts]: Is this for real...?

Satowa[thoughts]: Amazing, it's a watery and powerful sound.

Satowa[thoughts]: Combined with the thick and solid sound of the 17-stringers---

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Sane[thoughts]: Incredible-- Is like they made the river into music

Mittsu[thoughts]: It feels as if it was cold, even when they are playing with such candor

Momoya[thoughts]: Is a pretty good tempo, but not shallow

Momoya[thoughts]: The 17-stringers balance it very well

Akari's friend 1: Amazing...

Akari's friend 4: Akari...

Akari[thoughts]: ...They move

Akari[thoughts]: My hands are moving properly!!

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Akari[thoughts]: If I continue like this---

Akari[thoughts]: Oops... The nail almost...!

Akari[thoughts]: Don't let your guard down!

Hiro[thoughts]: Will they be able to change tunings while plucking at this speed?

Akari [thoughts]: Seven semitones up

Akari[thoughts]: Three semitones up

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Sfx: Plonk

Akari[thoughts]: Eh-

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Akari[thoughts]: The bridge-----....!!!

Side text: An accidental fall...

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue in the next issue!---

[elysiaheaven]

I'm scared to say in my account, I had a theory with this series and when you said right now y/n is a mixture of akari and shikyou. As a longtime fan of Onibi songs. THANK YOU!

I can see the false act of hers being almost shikyou..

I can see the seriousness of Akari in her as well..

However I can't still find the Mai in her...

Then, I reread the entire chapters and then...

I found in the Here for you chapter.

You took a deep breath and whispered to yourself, "I'll protect Jiaoqiu with my life... someone like him deserves to live." The words came out soft, almost reverent. The thought of Jiaoqiu, with all his complexities, being hurt in any way was unbearable. No matter how cold he acted toward you, you knew deep down that he was a good person—someone who had saved lives and fought for others.

Then, in a sudden, bitter twist of humor, you added with a hollow laugh, "And someone like me... deserves to be beheaded." You tried to pass it off as a joke, but the darkness in your tone gave away more than you intended.

You let out a long sigh, running a hand through your hair, feeling the strain of everything that had transpired. You knew Moze was gone, but you spoke into the night as if he could still hear you. "People like me don't get happy endings, do they? We either get killed by our own hands or someone else's. But until then..." You trailed off, the thoughts swirling in your head.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into the fleeting sense of humor, mocking your own fate. You had lived with the knowledge that redemption was a far-off fantasy, and yet, here you were, pretending to play the role of a reformed monster for the sake of someone you couldn't even admit you cared for.

You glanced in the direction where Moze had left and whispered, "I'll protect him, no matter what it takes... even if it means my head rolls."

WHAT THE FUCK I FOUND A MAI REFERENCE I SCREAMED..

PLEASE DON'T MAKE Y/N SUFFER AS HER?? IS IT FORESHADOWING?

thank you so much! it's good to see a onibi series fan as well! those messed up vocaloids were my childhood...

and for the answer i feel happy you found a lot of easter eggs from the songs...and

...

yeah, y/n's fate will be similiar to mai's