#akira [chr]

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message within the leaves: 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 | ❛ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❜ With Akira | sender: @theshytigergirl I 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

It was a shame that the ‘games’ of last night had been disrupted by what seemed to be a familiar emergency, but it seems that even past those hours her mind still lingers upon Akira as Akira’s was on Noah. With each other’s face burned into each other’s thoughts..he wonder if she had the urge to kiss him as he does to kiss her. 

━━   ❝   𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥.   ❞  There was a light flush that managed to form across his face..great his own blushing face was showing. 

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“That THING?! Me? Ugly?!” To hear such words used against him like that, ears draped low as the cat kept himself hidden within the confines of Akira’s bag.

━━   ❝   𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬.    ❞  Every bit of ‘joy’ was lost from his tone, but for the sake of the mission he needed to be stoic and at least CORDIAL. But he needed to ensure that him and Morgana were a packaged deal, a bundle. “Be careful what you call UGLY in these times.” Now..there was nothing left to do but escape back to his own home.

From her story he’s not the ONLY one packing a heroic servant, there were others because Akira’s put himself in the middle of a war..a damned war. He extends a hand upward once stepping out of the house, and from under the long and dark sleeve a hook attached to a wire was shot out, the hook attached itself against the edge of a tall building and swiftly pulled him upward towards the top.

Once he arrived at the edge his hand quickly pulls his body over it to land soundly upon the roof top. At the very least it explains how he’s been traversing across the city without being noticed by others..and this was probably the SAFEST way to get back home all things considering. Little did the thief know that his moments were already been monitored by a Servant from afar.

Dark claws tap at purple lips as she calmly listens to Akira speak. She doesn't seem neither particularly pleased nor bothered by the explanation of the facts that took them here, simple thoughtful of everything that is shared. He does, however, observe the other with a somewhat curious look until he finally speaks again.

"I am Servant, and I used to be an advisor as well. It is part of my nature to aid my Lord as he might need." she nods her head in agreement, standing once again and taking her staff from the air, "Although before that, I do have a question of my own." she spins the weapon in the air once, stopping it so the end is pointing towards the feline accompanying him, a pleasant smile still on her face even though it doesn't reach her eyes, "Do you need to take that thing with you? It's an eyesore, I'm afraid. I hate ugly things."

[maguro13-2]

The Death of Maka Albarn?

"Hmm...I think I need to come up a with a plan."

"A plan to eradicate the so-called Ohkubo Verse."

"I, the Time Eater, have decide to unveil my plans of eliminating the Ohkubo's verse greatest hero ever known to man, I kidnapped a girl named Makami that was living in Shinra's world for a thousand years before the creation of Soul World."

"Having her imprisoned in a crystalized shell would keep her busy for another year in the Ohkubo Verse."

"Now, that my plans are in motion..."

"It is time for the beginning of the assassination attempt... Operation : Time Out."

"In the events of Soul Eater Not..."

(Gun cocks, Gunshot!)

Maka : [yelling in pain] GAAAAHHH!

Soul : Maka!

[Recollections - Akira Yamaoka]

Soul : Oh chr*st! Maka! Hey, Maka! What happened?!?

Maka : [being wounded] Ugh...Soul...? I'm fatally wounded...

Soul : Jesus, Maka! Who the hell shot you?! Was it the Thompsons?

Maka : Ugh...No, Soul. It wasn't them...It was someone else that did it.

Soul : Hold on! I'll go get Dr. Stein to get Help!

Maka : Wait! Soul!

Soul : ...?

Maka : This world we live in... isn't exactly what Soul World is, but the entire "verse" is going to die...the whole Ohkubo Verse is nothing but a death trap...Used by...The Time...urrgh...Gah! (dies helplessly in Soul's arms)

Soul : The Ohkubo Verse used as a trap by the Time what, Maka? Why would the Ohkubo Verse be a Death trap used by what?!

Maka : ......

Soul : Maka! Quit joking around! This is no time for playing dead....! Maka speak to me! Maka!.....(yelling) MAKAAAAAAAA!

(scene cuts to Soul and group drinking at a Bar)

Soul : Maka...What happened to you? We used to be a cool duo. But now this was the opportunity to have me wasting in a sh*thole like this. Humans are now putting a blame against us Demon Weapons. Who says there's no heroism in the Ohkubo Verse? Never speaking to the author again.

"Don't worry...I promise that I will be look forward to look after you...Soul."

Time Eater : Farewell, Maka Albarn...forever.

[flovverworks]

what will akira do if he saw chrom napping against a tree, one black cat sleeping over his shoulder, and another two cats sleeping in his lap???

   Ah…how badly they wished they had a camera. Expression turning gentle once they see him, the scene something out of a heartwarming children's tale. It's strange, to think that he carried so many burdens, the sight slightly bittersweet when remembering his life wasn't always as peaceful as this. Maybe it was that fact alone that made Akira treasure this moment; hesitating to wake him up for the sake of their questions that felt so silly right now, paired with the selfishness that was starting to blend into the decision. They didn't have the heart to disturb such a cute scene… For now they'd leave them alone, while making a tiny wish that these kind of days would continue.

[lavender-lass09]

Here’s my doki doki oc! Akira (I haven’t come up with a last name for her yet), vice-president of the drama club and former member of the debate club. I’ll make an art breeder/picrew of her and submit it. She’s really devoted to theatre and a stage is where you can find her most of the time. Akira is in a friendly rivalry with Monika and has a crush on Sayori. Akira’s competitive, passionate, and hotheaded. That’s about all I have (so far)- Cherry

So do you want to rp with Yuri with Akira? Like Yuri bumps into Akira and they have a conversation? Also, is this for your own AU? So there is a Yuri in your story too, or do you want me to fit Akira into this a little (as a background character, then you write as her sometimes through asks)?  If you could specify what you want to do with her, then I would be happy to rp. I just need to know what type of thing is going on. Akira sounds like a fun character!

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Ever since coming back it’s been ONE thing after the next, but it was still nice to see his friends once again. “See, I told you it was going to rain, it’s a good thing 𝙄 was meticulous enough to pack your umbrella, so yeah I’ll definitely take extra tuna tonight as a form of your eternal gratitude to me.” Morgana spoke but sounded like just a regular cat towards anyone else that might have been eavesdropping. Akira himself couldn’t help but chuckle, but it was true whilst he chose to ignore the weather warnings Morgana opt to be prepared.

It wasn’t everyday that they actually got the weather right either way so he thought he would have been in the clear considering it was quite sunny earlier. But all of that changed in a few hours as it’s now pouring cats and dogs. The umbrella was open and he stood under it as he made his way through the streets for his return to the station. ━━   ❝  𝐇𝐦𝐦.  ❞  The former thief utters under his breath as gray hues spotted a young woman hugging the corner to avoid getting wet. Considering he did not have a curfew he figured maybe a random act of kindness wouldn’t be a bad idea. “Excuse me, wanna share?” Akira spoke politely whilst approaching her, an innocent smile on his face as he holds the umbrella upward should she choose to join him. “Going to the station too?”

@scarlxtleaves //

Fuuka looked at her phone, frowning as she didn't realize she had the wrong city in her weather app. Beforehand, it said it was going to be bright and sunny and beautiful. ...and now, it's pouring once she left the Underground Mall. And she did not bring an umbrella. Fuuka groaned as she pocketed her phone and watched the rain getting heavier.

"The app didn't say how long this was going to last. ...I'm going to be completely soaked before I get back to my apartment..."

She murmured to herself, moving back down to the last set of steps that lead outside and bit her lip. Fuuka put her two bags worth of clothes down on the ground and sighed, wondering if she should go back down to the mall and purchase a cheap poncho or umbrella.

[ghostly-headcanons]

Could you please do some headcanons for Sayori and Akira’s first date?- Cherry

Hey hi Cherry! Nice to see you here too. Request Accepted!

[summerandfall]

very excited for the new september set!!!!! Incandescent Arcana!!!!!!

there's finally gonna be a Serena Trainer Support Card!!!!! it will most likely get a Full Art version, not to mention there's already a Braixen Character Rare card featuring Serena (illus. by Naoki Saito!!!!!!!!!!!!)

they also revealed a Gardevoir Character Rare card featuring Diantha (illus. by AKIRA EGAWA!!!!!!!!!!)

very excited to see them again already for CHR cards, a lot of my favorite artworks of theirs mostly have Pokemon as the subject (tapu koko v, mew vmax, mewtwo v-union, chandelure vmax) but they also did the Zekrom CHR featuring N & the Enamorus V CSR featuring Cogita!!!!!

follow @pokecamatomeru and @ToineLay on twitter, they do tcg news! :)

below this line will be my favorite EGAWA illustrated cards

im biased over tapu koko so thats why it;s my #1 egawa card

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message within the leaves: 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 | @theshytigergirl : "Hey, Akira. We've been together for a long time huh?" she spoke up, looking at him with a small smile. "I'm just remembering how things were when we were younger. How at first I didn't know you were part of the Phantom thieves and I kept being such a fan in front of you without realizing it." she chuckled at the memory with a small blush. "I was just the weird foreigner who wasn't scared of the bad boy." I 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞.   ❞  There’s a smile on his face when he agreed of their time together had been nothing but prosperous. Of course there were tribulations, however, through perseverance, they’ve made this work. Akira took his schedule so much more seriously as he found a way to go out into the city, do school work and still find time to let Noah know how much he loves and appreciates her. “I remember how shocked you were when I told you.” Though with all of this said and done there is a question he doesn’t believe he’s ever asked her. “So, which one of us were your favorite, correct answers gets you kisses.” All answers got her kisses, he simply loved to tease.

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━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫?   ❞  He looked at her with wide eyes, the kindness that radiated from her was such a foreign concept to him but one he welcomes wholeheartedly. It seemed that he was far more tired than he gave himself any credit. Good thing he’s left Morgana home, the horrors raced in his mind thinking he would have worried his feline companion. “It wasn’t so bad.” He reflects with a smile on his face, gentle and friendly before slowly standing up on his feet. “Thank you though, I’ll take your offer.”

@scarlxtleaves sent:

GASP!! He woke up from a dream whilst sitting on the bench. The reason for his awakening came in the form of a gentle shake upon his shoulder, it appeared this young woman saw him asleep and decided to wake him up. Such kindness considering he's sure others would have just tried to lift his pockets. "I'm..oh..i can't believe I fell asleep. Thank you Miss." There's now a smile on his face.

Vartouhi tipped her head at him, her hand that had lightly shaken him lifting up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "It was no trouble," she replied politely, returning his smile with a small, humble one of her own. "You must have been exhausted to fall asleep on such an uncomfortable-looking bench. Do you perhaps need assistance getting home?"

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[hamliet]

I don't think Eto's Death is necessary thematically. I mean, I understand what people mean when they say it's fitting for her to die and leave K the throne. Hwv, I would be more convinced if the OEK ended up being a genuine progress and game-changing experience. In theory it was all set up perfectly: the hero overcomes his father and becomes the new king and is able to succed where his father failed. Hwv, the OEK was a total subversion of this narrative. K didn't overcome A at all if anything co

A's Death is what stopped K from getting over A which is kind of a subversion of the classical oedipus motif of the child overcoming the father by Killing him. The problem is that K would have probably been better than A if A had lived bcs K may have not felt forced to BECOME like A bcs that's what happened: K became the strongest and gave up all the agency he was set up to have until he was able to really bring a change only with his defeat, exactly like A himself. The problem of many TG chr co            

is that they try to grow up by either trying to become their parents (Akira, U, K with A) or trying to avoid become like their parents (M, K and his mother, Eto). Hwv, growing up means to be able to see one's parents as a person and neither a positive nor negative ideal like our cast does. Back to E, if really her and A were supposed to receive the same treatment then she should have at least been given a proper Death scene and not 2 panels in a chapter which was abt K and not her. A's given con            

several chapters. Plus, during Yomo's fb we see the motif of the coffee cup brought up again for the 1st time since the end of TG. It wouldn't made sense bring it up again if it's decided that part of E's arc is to be left incomplete, at least imo. F and E's fight more than a battle of ideologies seemed to me a battle for the narrative. Up until that point E's books and story-telling had been the one predominant in TG, but after the fight F took her place and the beautiful tragedy E had cont.            

envisioned became a grotesque comedy. I think in TG there're characters who take upon themselves the role of narrators and story-tellers and are mostly the ones which move the plot around and who challenge other characters. E, F are both this and they conveniently use their plots to avoid facing their personal arcs. E disappears when her tale is completed and she would have to face personal matters she doesn't want to, still she's still a character and can't avoid consequences. Meta anon            

Thank you for laying it out so clearly what bothers me about that being Eto’s death. You’ve given me renewed hope that it’s more likely Eto’s alive, especially because if we’re going to deal with Arata in the lab we’re probably going to deal with Yoshimura, and I would think Eto would have to deal with that since that’s unfinished. She’s also connected to V, so if V’s starting to reappear, she may as well.

I also really love how you lay out how Kaneki’s OEK time subverts the traditional narrative of a child doing better than their parents, and I agree if Arima had lived it would have been better--Kaneki’s failure as the OEK is a way of showing us Arima should not have died.

(Meta anon, since I cannot send you asks, what do you make of Naki’s death? Is he dead? If so how does it fit narratively?)

[taintedkibou]

beauty & vice - part four

[can be read on Ao3 as well] [part one] [part two] [part three]

"Mune-chan!"

Iwai didn't even bother rolling his eyes at the shriek that came from the back of the shop. He shuffled the candy he ate from one side of his mouth to the other and renewed his sucking. Not a full minute passed before Akira stumbled into the front of the shop and gracefully tripped over some unseen object. Iwai grunted, glaring down at the boy that had fallen across his legs, dragging them down from their counter perch.

Akira ignored the heated look and climbed into the man's lap, shoving his phone into the shopkeeper's face. "What does this mean?" Akira wailed.

Iwai closed his eyes and counted to five. When he opened them and found that his high school assistant still straddled his lap, he bit into the candy with a loud crunch. "I can't see it, idiot."

Akira sat back, taking the phone with him, allowing Iwai to see the boy truly did look frazzled. With a deep sigh, he set the magazine between them and gave his attention to the message on the phone's brightly lit screen.

Ryuji: my mom wants to meet you tomorrow. 

"She probably wants to properly identify the boy that sexually harasses her son once she has you arrested." Akira's eyes grew wide and Iwai frowned. That was fear in the boy's eyes. "I'm a little worried that you're actually taking this behavior—" His right hand made a sweeping motion in the direction of their joined bodies, "—into the outside world, but it sounds like she's overprotective and wants to meet you before leaving her boy in your care."

"My care..." A little calmer now, Akira stared at the short statement. "...my care? Oh!"

Iwai grunted when the teen gave an excited bounce. "I take it you've figured it out?" he grumbled.

"Yes!" Akira pressed his phone against his face, giggling happily. Today was Friday, tomorrow Saturday. Did Ryuji intend to take him up on his offer to spend the night?

"Kurusu. Get the hell off me and get back to cleaning."

Akira pouted over his phone at the rough shopkeeper. "I guess I'm losing my touch if I can't excite you." He rocked his hips down against Iwai and was promptly dethroned. The shop’s owner was kind enough to hold his arm after pushing him off, allowing him to keep his balance. Akira laughed, pulling his arm free. "I thought older men liked them young."

"You're one second from getting your ass kicked outta here."

The threat of Iwai's words lay in the calm voice used. Akira would be kicked out and then some. Other than his apartment, this was Akira's next favorite place to be. With his arms at his side, he bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, Iwai. I overstepped my boundaries. I'll go back to work immediately. Please... don't kick me out." Akira's hands clenched into tight fists as he lowered his head even more.

Iwai lifted his cap to run a hand over his shorn hair, replacing it with a soft sigh. "Apology accepted. Just be careful, alright?"

Akira straightened up, hands behind his back as he nodded. "Of course. Anything Mune-chan wants." He unlocked his fingers so his arms could swing freely as he twirled around and skipped back to the room he'd abandoned.

Iwai smirked. He would never admit it, but he'd grown used to hearing the nickname, but only from Kurusu. A happy Akira was less worrisome than a sad and sulking one; he needed more happiness in his life. Iwai retrieved his fallen magazine from the floor and flipped back to his previous page. 'If those two can do what he does, they'll probably need guns soon. The hot-headed one...' He turned several more pages until he could find the section on new shotguns.

"Oh. Mune-chan," Akira sang from the back room. "Did I tell you I got a blowjob at school?"

"Jesus Chr—" Iwai slapped the magazine against his face, muffling the rest of his exclamation. He took it all back. Kurusu Akira should suffer. 

Friday started as a surprisingly normal day. No arguments or fights between the unruliest pair of the second-year classroom.

When lunchtime rolled around, Ryuji stood from his seat and was out of the classroom before anyone else could react. Akira looked to Mishima for answers, but the petite brunet could only lift his shoulders. That simple gesture alone caused Akira's focus to shift from Ryuji's disappearing act to another potential ally.

Mishima's smile wavered as Kurusu's unblinking stare became a weight upon his shoulders. It was hard to tell what the transfer student was really thinking because Kurusu never reveals his true intentions or emotions. The stare suffocating Mishima was calculating. It picked at his layers to find the truth and his worth. Mishima wondered why he didn't just look away and realized he couldn't. "Ku...rusu."

Akira blinked slowly and Mishima turned away immediately after the spell was broken.

"Maybe I should go find Ryuji."

"No."

Mishima halted his movements, sinking back into his seat after only just leaving it. He folded his hands between his thighs and bowed forward low enough that his forehead hovered scant centimeters from the top of his desk. "Please, stop," he found himself whispering. "I like you. I don't want to be scared of you."

"You're not scared of me," Akira laughed airily.

Despite the distance between them, it sounded to Mishima as if the statement were spoken directly into his ear.

"You're scared of what I see in you. So much untapped potential. I'm hoping I can use it, if you'll let me."

The classroom door nearest them opened, putting an end to their conversation, much to Mishima's relief. Akira's entire demeanor changed for Ryuji's return. He would have left his seat if not for the warning glare directed at him.

"Put these together," Ryuji demanded, kicking Akira and Mishima's desks.

The former occupant of Mishima's current seat had gladly switched with him if it meant he was no longer in the line of fire for stray desks and chairs. Both Mishima and Akira obliged and their reward was the bag Ryuji brought back with him.

"Open it," Ryuji sighed, walking past Akira to collect his chair and drag it back.

Mishima left the honor up to Akira, who carefully undid the cloth. He assumed, considering the shape and the wrapping, but seeing and knowing that he had been right made Akira more excited than he should've been. But who wouldn't get excited if they were given a homemade bento!

"Pick a box," Ryuji muttered after dropping into his seat at the end of the desks. "And if there's something you don't like, just swap with someone." He lifted the lid, revealing a colorful feast. Each tier being revealed was more gorgeous than the previous. Akira knew that was his biasness speaking, but he listened to every voice in his head, so why stop now.

When nobody made a move to begin eating, Ryuji took matters into his own hand, and lifted the containers until he could slide out the bottom one. Mishima claimed the middle box shortly after, leaving the top for Akira. With a chorus of “thanks for the food”, the trio dug into the lunch. There was nothing that went unloved, and the swapping of foods was to ensure everyone got a taste of everything.

Ryuji packed up the empty boxes once they were done eating, and stacked them neatly before wrapping the cloth back around them.

“So good,” Mishima moaned. He forced himself to sit up from his slouched position in his chair to catch Ryuji’s eye across the desks. “Did you make it yourself?”

Ryuji met the wide-eyed, curious stare once before focusing on the short tower before him. “My mom helped,” he murmured, his mind in three different places at once; the bento box’s safety, Mishima’s conversation, and the uncharacteristically quiet Akira. He shifted his entire focus to the back wall’s chalkboard and the doodle someone had left there. “She said it’s not healthy for us to be eating bread all the time. She was also… happy.” Ryuji trailed off, the pleasant warmth of happiness warring with the uneasiness of embarrassment over which would make him blush.

Mishima perked up, his full stomach forgotten, and watched the emotions play across Ryuji’s face. He noticed the quick glance thrown in the statuesque Akira’s direction and filled it away under “do not discus”.

Eventually, Ryuji looked away from the wall. The usual glare in place to scare others no longer had the same effect on Mishima, and the brunet smiled in wait.

“ShewashappyIfinallyhavefriends.”

Akira stood up almost immediately following Ryuji’s rushed admission, practically running from the room once he was clear of his chair. Ryuji waited a breath before following him. With a soft sigh, Mishima began to process of rearranging their side of the classroom back to its original state.

Ryuji followed Akira all the way up to the roof, waiting with his back against the closed door while the other paced back and forth across the empty expanse. Akira stopped abruptly and stormed over to the blond, punching the wall beside Ryuji’s head. Almost immediately, his emotions waned as sharply as they erupted and the brunet slumped against the strong body.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Akira wheezed, voice thick as he struggled to remain in control of his emotions. “I wasn’t supposed to get so attached. You’re all just tools to me! I didn’t… Why did I…” This wasn’t like him, but was there anybody in this world that truly knew him? They drugged him up so much during his interrogation, he barely remembered his own name.  

Ryuji lifted his hands, placing them gently on Akira’s shoulders. “After we finish with Madarame, I think we should all sit down and have that talk.”

“Talk…” Akira choked out a laugh, pounding his hand weakly against the hard surface at Ryuji’s back. “I don’t like this weak side of me. I think I’ll kill it.”

“Stop,” Ryuji hissed, his hands moving again to cup Akira’s face. Blank gray eyes stared back at him, shimmering with unshed tears.

Slowly, Akira’s lips stretched outward, curling into a chilling smile. “It’s quite simple when you have access to your own cognitive world.”

“Stop!” With his hands already cupping Akira’s head, it was easy for Ryuji to hold the brunet in place to smash their foreheads together. He towered over the teen sprawled on the ground, a bruise already forming at the point of contact. “You’re scared and you don’t want to acknowledge it! Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Akira stopped his writhing, but remained curled in a fetal position. “Happiness,” he told the ground. “I was so damn happy after reading the text yesterday, Mune-chan threatened to kick me out if I didn’t shut up. I was happy when you said I was a friend, but now I felt disgust. I was never meant to have friends. I just wanted to use you to get back at the adults that fucked up my life.”

Ryuji clenched his hands into tight fists in the material of his uniform slacks. “That’s a lie.”

"It is." Akira’s laugh was shaky, and he closed his eyes to visit the familiar darkness. With it came the voices in his head. “Happy—that’s all I feel. But I don’t deserve it. I’m just…” What had they called him during his interrogation? Akira only remembered the kicks and punches; the pain from being thrown into every hard surface available. With a frustrated yell, he pounded a fist onto the roof.

Ryuji caught the flailing arms once again, trapping them against Akira’s sides in an embrace. Akira stilled almost immediately. A hug was personal; more than a kiss—a greeting in distant countries, more than a blowjob—sex didn’t mean feelings were involved. Ryuji still wasn’t sure about his feelings for the transfer student, but he couldn’t bear the thought of Akira tearing himself apart like this.

Akira wriggled until Ryuji finally loosened his grip, slipping his arms free. They rose just high enough to curl around the blond’s waist, and Akira let his head rest against Ryuji’s shoulder. 

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Lunch passed, as did every remaining class in the day. Ryuji didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he was pulled from his slumber by an annoying, repeated poking to his cheek. Opening his eyes, he squinted against the sun, only to glare at the smiling Mishima.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.”

Ryuji grunted and attempted to sit up, but his right side was weighed down. Akira’s arm was draped across his chest, its owner tucked close against his side.

“I won’t ask,” Mishima whispered with a wide grin. “I’ll wait inside while you wake him up.” He hopped up and disappeared around the heavy door that lead back into the building.

“You heard him,” Ryuji yawned, scratching his head. “Wake up.”

With a soft moan, Akira lifted his arm and rolled away. The hard stone under his back reminded him where he was, and he slowly pushed himself upright. “I showed you something unsightly,” he mumbled, dusting dirt from the sleeves of his uniform. It would still have to wash, but moments like this was why he had a spare.

“You did,” Ryuji agreed with no argument. “But it also proves you’re human just like the rest of us.”

Akira didn’t want to be. He stood and waited for Ryuji to join him before moving towards the roof’s door. Opening it revealed a smiling Mishima, who stood with his back against the opposite wall. In his hands were three school cases. Good old Mishima. Akira accepted his when it was held out to him. Ryuji slung his over his shoulder once he’d taken it. No words were spoken between the three students as they made their way down from the roof to the first floor.

Akira thanked Mishima, who brushed off the gesture and parted ways from the other two.

“He could be so useful,” Akira sighed, almost dreamily, as he watched the petite brunet walk away. He winced at the light clout to the back of his head, pouting up at the culprit.

Ryuji clicked his tongue in annoyance. “We’re going to your place to freshen up before we meet my mom.”

“Okay!” Akira chirped, his abuse forgotten.

-x-

Akira wanted to punch himself in the stomach, if only to make the nervous fluttering stop. Every step that took them closer to the Sakamoto household brought more anxious thoughts to the forefront of his mind. What if Ryuji told her the truth? Would she call the police? Would he be arrested? Would he finally be killed?

“Hey. Do you want another headbutt?”

Akira tore himself away from his thoughts and back to the present reality. With wide eyes, he stared at the blond glaring at him, unable to provide a proper response.

Muttering beneath his breath, Ryuji took Akira’s forearm and yanked him all the way up to the front of the house. His free hand unlocked the door and let them in. “I’m home!”

“Your friend?” a curious voice questioned from out of sight, yet nearby.

“I dragged him here. He got cold feet. I told him you were a former yakuza mistress.”

Akira’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide. He was still sputtering when a petite and pleasant-looking woman entered the living room. With hair as dark as his, she bowed deeply at the waist after introducing herself. Akira remained frozen in place until a hand to the back of his head forced him into a bow. The echoing smack that followed terrified Akira even more and he wondered if today was the day he truly paid for all his crimes.

“Don’t lie to him, and don’t manhandle him!”

Ryuji was rubbing the side of his head where his mother had clouted him. “What the fff… eff?” he finished in a low mumble, cowed by the threatening glare cast his way.

Her glare transformed into a smile and Akira found his space invaded by the woman just a few centimeters shorter than himself. “I’m no yakuza’s mistress,” Sakamoto giggled, gently taking his hands in her own. A wide smile brightened her face and Akira saw the resemblance. “Thank you, for being friends with my Ryu-kun.”

And just like that, the fluttering in his stomach vanished and Akira returned her smile with a grin. “I have no idea where I’d be without your son. He helped me so much after I transferred. Thank you.”

Ryuji rolled his eyes at the lie, but his lips curled in the faint hint of a smile. If Akira could lie, then he was back to his normal, if not perverted, self. He trailed after the pair as his mother escorted Akira throughout the house in a quick tour. The tour ended in the kitchen, where everyone pitched in preparing dinner.

—

“How’s Yusuke?” Akira asked in an attempt to make small talk. He walked with Ryuji, the blond escorting him back to the station.

Ryuji ducked his head, kicking at a piece of trash in his path. “He said he’s gonna stay at the dorms. Hey.”

Akira studied the blond’s profile. “Hm?”

“I know he’s no pushover, but if I think he’s being bullied, can you find out? We’ll move him in with you. I don’t get why he’s so stubborn.” Ryuji clicked his tongue and reared his leg back. He unleashed the fury of his frustrations on an innocent coffee can. “We’ll be living on our own by next year anyway!”

Akira chased the rattling can, picking it up once he’d caught up. Ryuji was grinning at him when he turned around. “You’re not as bad as you let on. Still a pain in my ass, though. Here.” Ryuji held out his hand. “This is my neighborhood.”

Akira held it out, catching Ryuji’s hand when he made to take it. He pulled the blond in close, whispering against his cheek. “I promise we’ll protect Yusuke. Each other.”

“Fine. Just get off.” With a scoff, Ryuji hooked the fingers of his free hand around Akira’s jaw and gave him a shove. Akira happily stumbled away. He regained his footing and returned to Ryuji’s side.

—

As Akira boarded the train, Ryuji frowning at him from beyond the glass after the doors closed, he couldn’t help but wonder who was calling the shots now. He’d grown soft—complacent. Remembering the lovely evening he’d just shared, he conceded the fact that maybe things were meant to unravel this way. Maybe this was the family he was destined to have. The thought was far from unpleasant.

With a sweet smile, Akira waved at his escort as the train pulled away.

Akira almost suggested they skip school the following day. Almost. Ryuji was only attending for Yusuke’s sake; he wouldn’t be able to move onto a proper university as a high school dropout. Akira still offered to take care of them both—for life, but he was continuously rebuffed.

At the end of the day, Akira stood from his seat, gave Mishima a pat on the head, and continued on his way out of the classroom. From there, it was to the train. He could feel Ryuji's glare at his back the entire way. 

Yusuke was waiting for them in the Station Square as asked. He was pulled from his thoughts after receiving a tap to the shoulder. “Oh.” He smiled.

Akira pulled his hand back, clutching both over his heart. “I get a smile, from Yusuke. Ryuji never smiles for me.”

“Why the hell would I?” Ryuji grumbled, moving around the transfer student to stand at Yusuke’s side. “You came here to start trouble. Yusuke’s too naïve to see your bad intentions.”

Yusuke blinked innocently, playing the part of naïve. “Why are we here?” Straight to the point, as always. “Is this a Palace?”

Akira wondered just how much of his stories he could get away with telling. Turning the situation over in his head, he realized it sounded impossible, even to his addled brain. Just like this cell phone app can take us to another world, there’s a door here that only I can see. When I enter that world, I’m a prisoner. Akira’s expression became pinched. ‘Ryuji would like that.’

The big-nosed man in charge of that world was nothing more than a figurehead in Akira’s eyes. His diminutive staff did all the work. Igor claimed there were twin wardens, but he only ever saw one. A vile little creature with a filthy mouth and a short temper. A gremlin called Caroline. Akira had to admit though, it was fun seeing her slaughter Shadows so they could become something greater.

“Yo.” Fingers snapped in front of his face, breaking Akira out of his trip down memory lane.

“Sorry,” the brunet mumbled. He smiled sheepishly at Yusuke. “I don’t know if it’s really a Palace, but that’s what I was told”

“It’s an unconscious collective,” Igor chuckled, hands steepled before his face “The general public shares one Palace.”

Akira pulled out his phone, pulling up the app Igor admitted to having installed on his phone. “Mementos.”

 "Welcome to... The World!" Joker laughed, rubbing his lower back where Skull's knee had struck him.

"This isn't Dot Hack!" the blond shouted, his voice louder than usual to be heard over the howling. After leading them down into the subway, their regular outfits changed into the attire usually created for traversing Palaces. Skull looked around at the eerie darkness. There was still another level to go down before they reached the platform.

Joker (being Joker) climbed over the handrail onto the separating section and skated all the way down to the bottom. Fox inspected the wide, flat metal, only to be dragged down the unmoving stairs of the escalator by the crook of his elbow.

Skull released the other Persona user, only to raise a hand to shield himself against the vacuum-like wind and the small pieces of debris it carried.

Fox was enraptured by the creeping darkness that seemed almost “alive”.

Joker clapped his hands, gaining their attention. “Shall we begin? This is…” He spread his arms wide. “Mementos! I have no idea what this place really is. The enemies only travel in groups. One giant blob of a Shadow. Once you’ve broken apart the exterior, they separate into smaller Shadows. They’re the same Shadows we’ve faced before, so we know most of their weaknesses.”

Joker started moving during his speech, and now stood at the edge of the train platform. “There are obstacles—locked doors, but I’ve found a way to break through them.” He jumped down onto the tracks, coat flapping behind him and Skull shouting after him to be careful. “Sometimes I think I can hear a car in here, but I never see one. It could be the fact that I’m crazy and I’m in The World’s Palace!”

“Stop making references to that game!” Skull jumped down beside the brunet.

Fox stood apart from the pair, studying the new world Joker had taken them to. It was a thing of beauty. An unearthly muse that called out to him. He took a step towards the dark tunnels the whirling wind disappeared into, only to be stopped by a red glove on his arm.

"Not so fast.” Joker smirked. “You shouldn’t stray too far. I brought us here so we could get stronger. Goemon’s still a baby Persona.”

Fox felt irritation on Goemon’s behalf. “Then I shall follow my leader,” he huffed.

That response was a far one from what Joker was expecting, and his hand slipped off of Fox, arm swinging loosely at his side. “Lead…er?”

“Yeah.” Skull rudely stepped between them. “You’ve been at this longer than we have, so it only makes sense that we follow you.” He tapped his pipe against Fox’s sheathed katana. “We’re still babies, right?”

Fox chuckled softly, “Yes.”

“I hate you both.” With that off his chest, Joker stormed forward into the unknown.

Almost immediately into their travels, Fox and Skull were given a front row seat of how Joker managed to break through chained obstacles barring their way. The agile trickster goaded the Shadows into giving chase, leaping away at the last minute so the roaring entity crashed into the large double doors, opening new paths for them.

“It’s simple and effective,” Fox mused.

“He’s an idiot.” Skull ruffled Fox’s hair before making his way to where Joker stood over the group of Shadows, metal pipe dragging behind him.

—

They made it to the end of the tracks after a lengthy amount of walking (and fighting). Skull leaned against the new platform, only to jump right back up as a train rattled by before his eyes. The windows emitted an eerie red light. It stopped, as though picking up passengers, then continued moving. Skull slumped back against the concrete; he didn’t have the energy to be surprised right now.

Joker waited for them to join him on the platform so they could all descend to the next level. He stopped at the end of the escalator, staring straight ahead. The wall barring his way, decorated with glowing, abstract lines, was gone. Another set of stairs waited. Was there someone else? Joker shook his head. ‘It’s because of Kamoshida and Mishima,’ he told himself. It’s because the real world was becoming more aware of this cognitive world. He couldn’t shake the feeling of there being others, but he did bury it.

Joker faced his partners in crime. “How far do you want to go?”

“Out,” Skull groaned. He backed up the steps to take a seat. “This feels worse than traveling a Palace. And my head’s fuzzy…”

“I have to agree,” Fox sighed.

Joker pushed his mask up so it was nestled in his unruly hair. “Ryuji, are you spending the night?”

“Yeah.” Ryuji ran his fingers through his hair, mask resting on the step beside him. “That’s why we endured my mom yesterday.”

Yusuke found Ryuji’s lap much more pleasant than concrete, and settled himself there. “Your mother is an angel.” He smiled against Ryuji’s lips when the blond leaned up to meet him. “I won’t be able to spend the night. I’ve already done my time, now it’s your turn.”

Ryuji leaned sideways so Yusuke no longer blocked his vision, and found an innocent Akira watching them peacefully. He grinned. “I’ll try not to touch you.”

“I encourage it,” Akira replied, his expression unchanging.

Ryuji rolled his eyes, resting his forehead against Yusuke’s back.

Once everyone caught their second wind, it was time to leave. The group traveled up, up, up until they were walking back into the Station Square. Akira performed a quick sidestep to avoid a female student making her way down to the lower platforms. They were back in the real world, ever changing and constantly on the move.

Yusuke watched the duo walk away. Unlike that day several weeks ago, he felt only happiness as they disappeared through the gates leading to the Aoyama platform. With a smile, he headed off in his own direction. 

-x- 

Ryuji barricaded Akira in the bedroom after they argued for twenty minutes straight on who would take the bed. He was still fuming when he crawled into the borrowed futon. 

[part five] [part six]

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━━   ❝  𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.  ❞ Joker spoke softly, the return of the metaverse was something big. After all this time? Why now? What could have happened that would bring about the Metaverse’ return? However, it was quite different than before…there weren’t keywords involved..it was all just the touch of a different app. Hm, closer inspection upon Joker’s face revealed something that looked like a smirk.

Peace was important yes, but ever since its disappearance Akira’s existence felt too mundane. The activities that he’s done to prepare his body for the harshness of the metaverse were routines now, every single day in reality Akira would find time after his studies to train his body in order to build both muscle and flexibility. 

But who would have suspect that all of that extra training would have come in handy, considering they were alone he figured they should turn back now and try to find an exit, if there was a way in then there’s a way out. Then there was the other part of the spectrum that wanted to explore this dystopian area..it was actually a burning desire granted something felt ‘off’ about being here. “Before we do anything-..” It would be a good idea to do a power-check because something DOES feel out of place. 

Gloved fingers reaches for his mask, crimson digits gently touches its rim as he searched into the depth of his soul and he could hear that familiar voice, feel that familiar sensation. 𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄. He was still there..but..Satanael, Michael..hell he could not even feel Jack Frost within the sea of his heart…has his wild card ability diminished? Best not to panic and it’s best to test it out on the field but for the most part at the very least it seems they’ve retained their persona ability.

Now, he turned to her and listened to her woes, the apology in her voice. The day they spent up until now it was joyous. It’s been a year since he’s seen her or Ryuji in the flesh outside of texting and video chats and it was great. “I like 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 and snacks.” He gives her a rather genuine smile, maybe it was his way of trying to make light of the situation by hinting exactly what he’d like as ‘making up’. 

It’s not as though Ann had planned for any of this to happen so he could never blame her. “It’s okay though, let’s find a way out and contact the group about this.” The ONE time he leaves Morgana at Sojiro’s.

"We should tell the others, right? As soon as we get out of here, I mean."

It's not like Ann had never thought about possibility of the Metaverse coming back. The thought had crossed her mind before, but... it's never been something that she'd seriously considered. If she's going to be stuck here with anyone, she's glad that it's Akira - but she does feel a little bad for ruining their day out together, despite knowing it's not really her fault.

"I can't believe it... does this mean that something bad is happening again? I thought we were done with all this!" is what Ann says next, frustrated. Truth be told, a part of her did miss the Metaverse, and being a Thief, so it's hard not to have mixed feelings about it, as guilty as she feels about that. But she also knows just how well this is cause for concern, and she has every intention of treating it seriously, knowing that there's a good possibility that that concern is well-founded. Three's a pattern, after all.

She was starting to enjoy living an ordinary life, too. But by now, she wonders if these supernatural occurrences will ever truly be done.

"At least we're alone for now." No shadows in sight... which does feel a little strange. "So much for a chance to relax, though. I'll make it up to you another time, okay?"

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credit to https://picrew.me/image_maker/196270 for the image maker! Here are some more details about Akira for anyone who cares. Pronouns are she/her (although she is considering they/them) sexuality is pan. Akira quit the debate club after a year, she and Monika still get in arguments over this (Monika wanted to stay, Akira wanted to leave). However, they're good friends and the rivalry is a friendly one. Akira is vice-president of the drama club, and she is very good at memorizing things because of this. Akira has a crush on Sayori, although she still hasn’t told her. She tends to stay out of the literature club (reading isn’t her thing and she hates poetry), but sometimes she’ll stop by just to snag one of Natsuki’s cupcakes. Akira isn’t as popular as Monika, but she is not unpopular either. One of her flaws is that she tends to overshare, and she is aware of this. Overall, Akira is passionate, determined, hotheaded, and clever. Sorry this is so long, I just felt like sharing about her!- Cherry