#and!!! the mumbling at the beginning of h&f 1 confirms that that ACTUALLY DID HAPPEN!!

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Girls Night Out

PART TWO!!!

warnings: smut, oral sex (f), fingering, public sex acts, car sex, use of alcohol, manipulation

word count: 2070

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

series: part 1 (more parts to come)

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Finally making your way through the crowd you make it back to the group of girls who had already begun to drink. Mikasa’s hand finds purchase on your waist as she pulls you closer to hand you a drink “it’s fruity, you’ll like it” Mikasa knew you weren’t a heavy drinker but when you did drink you preferred fruitier things, you giggled at the thought of her ordering something so girly with the sole intent on giving it to you. You happily took the drink from her hand giving her a warm smile, taking a sip she watches your reaction as your face lights up “holy shit mik- this is awesome” she takes a sip of her rich colored drink “let me taste” you obliged as you held your glass up for her, she goes to hand you her drink but you decline “no thanks, that stuff tastes like rat poison.. I’m better off with my drink from paradise” you laugh, she lets out a small chuckle at your cuteness “just try it y/n I promise it’s not that bad”.. “Ughhhhhh fiiiiiine only because it’s you mik” you reply hesitantly. You both lift your drinks to the mouth of the other, not breaking eye contact you take a sip, and as does she, almost as if it was planned yall both swallow squint grunt then let out a small cough a visual representation of how yall felt about each other’s drinks “how do you drink this shit?? Bleh” Mikasa spits out “it’s better than the jet fuel you have in this glass” you shiver out.

The night goes on and all of the ladies are around the bar talking, yall somehow landed on your childhood and how yall used to run around outside all day and play in the woods behind your neighborhood. Mikasa continues to tell the story of how yall have matching scars on the same place at the top of your inner thigh from when yall collided bikes one time as if she needed proof she lifted your skirt to look at the scar, a reminder maybe, “see! Told yall it really happened and I have the same exact one too!” she lets your skirt back down and the girls disperse throughout the building, some dancing, some talking to guys for potential hookups. You and mik still at the bar talking. She cuts your sentence short “wait actually let me see your scar again I think it shrunk” without getting confirmation from you she lifts your skirt and underestimating the length it would take for her to reach the scar she overshot and instead of rubbing the scar she rubs the thigh right against one of your folds, a small whimper falls out of your throat, you didn’t mean to let it out it just kind of happened. Your stomach drops, her eyes dart up to your face, a deep blush forming that you can’t control. She cocks an eyebrow at you and slowly begins to move her hand up closer and closer to your sex, your grip on the bar counter becoming tighter “mik what the fuck are you doing” you spit out through gritted teeth. “I haven’t stopped thinking about earlier… yah know when we basically kissed in the theatre, I haven’t gotten you out of my mind since.” her words lit a flame in you, not only because of how seductive they were but because you were definitely attracted to her, you always have been but you would never dare to speak on it.

“I’ve kept this to myself for far too long don’t you think?” she asks, not able to push out any words fearing you would instead release a moan you nod, your eyebrows scrunched on your forehead, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes glossy, nipples erect and visible through your thin shirt….. She couldn’t help herself. Slipping a finger into your underwear she groans at how wet you already are “all this… for me baby?” she purrs into your ear. “Mik…. we’re at a bar, there are people everywhere… please..” you whine out, she replies with a simple “trust me”, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to face her she grabs her drink opens your mouth and pours it in “spit it out or swallow it and you’ll regret it” you wince and nod your head obediently “good girl” she purrs.

Now basically crumbling under her touch your thighs are shaky, breathing erratic as you can only breath through your nose due to the rich liquid sheltered in your mouth. She positions her fingers to shape a gun, she then points her ‘hand gun’ at you and ‘pulls the trigger’ taking that same position she pushes into you, knowing you would react to this she lets out a loud cough to cover your moan, thank goodness she did. You’re vocal she likes that. Now pushing in and out of you she takes her left hand and grabs your neck then pulls you to kiss, her tongue prodding at your lips signaling you to open for her, the deep liquid flows into her mouth dripping down your chins, she swallows the liquid but remains in contact with your face against her occasionally biting or sucking on your lip. You knew there were definitely going to be marks later but you didn’t care, this was pure bliss and just the thought of Mikasa getting aroused by this was enough to send you over the edge, your vision gone blurry, your body shaking, reaching your climax. You droop your head down breathing heavy, worried she had crossed a line Mikasa lifted your head only to see a blissful fucked out expression, eyes hazy, drool falling down your chin, your mouth in a slight smirk, tears threatening to fall. “Oh, shit” she mumbles now fully aware of the effect you have on her.

Removing her fingers from under your skirt she dips her fingers in your drinks and encourages you to take them in your mouth which you do without a fight, a low groan escapes your lips as you taste the sweet and salty mixture of your juices, her sweat, and your ‘drink from paradise’ on her digits. Pulling her fingers out with a loud ‘pop’ she pulls a napkin from under her drink and wipes them off. Still recovering from the previous climax you sit there catching your breath, Mikasa’s hand finds its way to the small of your back, she leans into your neck giving you small pecks then comes up to your ear and nibbles on it a bit “.... y’know… there’s so much more I want to do to you.. Bee.” your skin shivers at the name she had given you when yall were in the sixth grade after you got chased by a bee into a creek, you hadn’t heard it in years… she really was something.

You only had one drink so you were nowhere near tipsy, sober as can be….. Unfortunately that cant be said for some of the other ladies. Ymir, Sasha, and Hitch were all out of it fortunately enough you, mikasa, and historia were all sober so yall could drive, you decide to take responsibility for hitch and drive her to the barn. You put her arm around your shoulder “shit. Why the fuck are you so heavy hitch, youre tiny” you spit out struggling to support her weight on you as you walk her to the car “h- hey-*hiccup* hey. Im not heavy I just had done a cartwheel sometimes earlier when she asked me to”. Yup. she’s out of if you think, you’re on the road and on the way to Sasha’s family barn when hitch yells at you to pull into an empty parking lot so she can get air a possibly throw up. Y’know the basic drunk shenanigans. You pull over to what seems to be a deserted parking lot with a raccoon and some dead bushes “okay hitch hurry up” “yeah yeah I’m going I’m going” she seems to have sobered up a bit.. *click* the passenger door opens and the car lights come on “hurry up they’re wai-” you’re cut off by the image in front of you. Wearing nothing but her underwear hitch had removed all of her clothing including her bra revealing her numerous piercings including a belly button and nipple piercings, not only that but she had one hand down her panties moving around doing what you assume is masturbating and her other hand squeezing her nipple “mmph please..please.. Help me will you pretty girl?” butterflies filled your stomach “what’re you-”

Hitch climbs halfway in with her hand on the middle console and one of her knees on the passenger seat, grabbing the collar of your shirt she pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, your grip on the wheel loosens as you lose yourself in the kiss, not only that but you notice she doesn’t taste of alcohol, not even the slightest bit. In fact, you remember about a month ago when she said she was gonna stop drinking and when yall were in the club you only saw her with cans of soda when you did happen to catch a peek of her.. Was she- “faking?” your thoughts cut off by her sudden comment “you know you’re really easy to read y/n, I can tell what’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours honey.” “so were you? Faking I mean.” you say in a confused tone as if you were trying to piece it all together yourself “yeahhhhh sorry but I had to get you alone somehow, don’t think I didn’t notice how Mikasa and historia were all over you tonight, it wasn’t rocket science to figure out they probably fucked you..and to be honest I’ve thought about us together. So please… have me?” she takes your hand and shoves it down her panties, black and lacey, you retract your hand and look at her without saying anything. Worried she might have done something wrong she begins “oh my god I got the wrong idea y/n I’m so so sor-” “get in the back” you cut her off.

Climbing in the back she waits on instructions from you, you join her in the back. You position yourself on top of her laying her head on the back door, you scan over her helpless body so small and fragile under your touch, starting by kissing her breasts leaving marks on the sides of them you move down to her torso. Giving sweet and soft kisses occasionally leaving a hickey or two, you make it down to her covered pussy, kissing above the lacey garment you tease her. “Please y/n please please please I can’t” she begs “I got it I got it” you pull her underwear to the side she releases a sigh of relief not long after followed a scream of pleasure as you plunge your face into her sex, lapping up whatever juices are flowing and gently sucking on the bundle of nerves at the top. “N-not so.. fast y/n... I won’t… I won’t last!!” she manages out through broken whimpers and cries, which only encourages you to break her even more, make her cry out an orgasm, make her the best little pet you could ask for. You stick a ring and middle finger inside of her while your mouth focuses on her clit, not that pushes her over the edge. Her mind blanks and all she can see is white, you speed up to enhance her orgasm, you’re then met with the strong bursts of fluid that fall from her. “She’s a squirter huh” you think to yourself hungrily lapping up as many juices as possible, “mmhmm y/n y/n y/n ahh please you’re so-” her body twitches “you’re so amazing mmm”. You remove your fingers and place her panties back where they belong, sitting up adoring her aroused figure you spit out “you think you’d top me huh?” followed by a cheeky grin and a condescending giggle.

The car lights up and a ring echoes “Ymir” flashes on the dashboard “incoming call”...

THE EEENNNDDD pt.2

AHHHHHH IM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE POSITIVITY AND LOVELY FEEDBACK I LOVE YALL AWHHHH!!! I will continue to write and upload for this series!! Thank you for the patience *muah*

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By Amazonian Law | Ranma 1/2 Mousse x Reader

 Summary: the Amazonian law states that women who are defeated by outsider women are to fight to the death to regain honor. However, those who are defeated by outsider men must marry those men. In a tribe whom is prideful of producing powerful warriors, such rules would apply for a male defeated in battle. An outsider woman capable of defeating him is worthy of being his bride. In short;  Mousse is bested by the reader, forcing the traditional laws to apply, but she is reluctant, despite the likeness she has for him, and the little aching feeling in her chest, he morality fights against this proposition... And then there's the issue of Shampoo...   Anyways I don't know of many Ranma 1/2 stories, especially including the reader inserts. If you haven't watched it give it a try. It's pretty cute. P.S. Even if it seems they fell in love so quickly, come on its Ranma 1/2, doesn't everyone?

HE’S SO FREAKING CUTE!

Italics are a person's thoughts. example; 'sample.' (f/n) , (l/n) = Reader's First Name, Last Name. (e/c) = eye color (h/c) = hair color Timeskips and/ or changes in scenery are both identified by the little periods I put to separate them. While I do love filling space with a description about just every little thing, it can get tedious, forgive me. I, of course, own nothing but the story itself. The characters mentioned and used are not property of me of course.    Mousse silently followed (f/n), trailing behind the young woman with a dark cloud looming over his hanging head and slumped shoulders. He looked like the definition of misery and suffrage as he followed her like a second shadow, trudging his feet with each step, accenting even more his grief.   It took a while for the (h/c) haired girl to notice his presence, having been stuck in a daydream, one of little significance as a matter a fact. However, when she did notice him and his seldom appearance, she couldn't help but pull up a brow at his actions.   Taking quick glances back at him, making sure she wasn't just imagining things, she looked completely lost and confused at the confirmation that he, was in fact, following her... But as far as she knew the only woman the long-haired boy ever trailed behind was Shampoo, so what was his deal now?   And just Why did he look like his life was practically over?

‘So many questions...’ she thought to herself, nibbling on the top of her thumb’s nail.

‘ ...But come on (f/n) you have to be imagining this,’  she added, unconvinced that there would be any reason the Amazonian male had to follow her.

I mean, Come on...

‘ Maybe we’re headed the same direction…’ she thought brainstorming for ideas, coming up with the only logical excuse she could muster up, that he was actually headed in the same direction as her and it was just a coincidence.

“But the cafe isn't anywhere in this direction,” she mumbled to herself, dismissing that thought and scratching her head. “ He’s not delivering anything… and he doesn't live around here…” She Said softly. Another possibility struck her,

‘Well, it could be…’

'No,’ she thought, shaking her head in denial. ‘that's not why.’ She rather set that idea aside, certain it couldn't be it because If he was set on revenge on her, he would have attacked her by now. Besides his beef was with Ranma, not her.

‘ i swear, ‘ she started. ‘ it would be because of that Ranma Saotome.’

.......................................................................................................................      ( short flashback)    The last time she had crossed paths with Ranma, and Mousse for that matter, there had been a mistake of identity. That day she had the misfortune of quite literally walking in between one of their squabbles, which of course ended in a fight between the two boys as usual. There was never such a thing as a discussion with Ranma because the boy was a hit first ask questions later, or as she would dub it; a hard headed idiot. Mousse’s horrible vision cost him yet another match when he focused on (f/n)’s blurred vision, rather than the retreating form of Ranma, who had seen his opportunity to scramble away.

 Unfortunately, for someone as gifted and strong as Ranma, he never misses a chance at a  quick escape, a trait he probably picked up from his yellow belly father she supposed. When the opportunity struck, he didn’t let it go to waste, leaving (f/n) to fend for herself against a very vengeful, hot-headed enemy. And while she usually found the amazonian male’s methods of martial arts amusing from outside a match, he was quite terrifying on the other end of the ring.   However, to her great fortune, A bucket of icy, cold water was always available, and with little effort, she had found her ticket out and splashed him with the entire content of a passing little, old lady’s flower bucket onto him. All of which included the rusty can itself, hitting him straight in the face with a rageful force. The curse took its effects and he turned into a squabbling mess of feathers, defeated beneath her right hand as she pressed him down forcefully. 

With another hand reaching out and taking hold of his thick-lensed glasses she placed them on his head, frowning at him when she knew he could see her clearer. The stern look she gave him showed every bit of her frustration, annoyed that he had her heart racing like a stallion on an open field when all she wanted was to get a little snack to begin with. When his eyes set on her he had stilled, releasing one single cry and flopping his head down with a huge honk, making her jump and release him in shock. 

After that he had flown off he left her dumbfounded, a bit worried as well as to why he seemed so frantic as he saw her. The annoyance she felt had washed away as she watched him fill with desperation. 

All she was certain was that whatever his reasoning was for leaving so abruptly, it was enough serious and grave enough for him to cower away and hide from her for the following week, avoiding her whenever she was around, which in a way hurt.

She had assumed they were on good terms for the most part.

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 ( Back to the present)

   Taking one last look over her shoulder, she frowned, stopping herself from walking further. ‘I can't just have him following me around like this,’ she inwardly sighed, noticing onlookers stare at the pair, whispering amongst themselves as always. The number of gossipers in town was outstanding and it seemed that there was always a spare set of lips passing on new information, much to her annoyance.

‘I’ve got to just ask, get it over with.’ she thought while Inhaling a large breath from her nostrils. she turned to mousse, directly facing him with determination and without looking up at her, he stopped too, sniffling. “Alright! What in the heck has gotten into you?” she asked bewildered. “What's going on, and why do you look like all is lost?” she said with a heave. He stayed still, unmoving and unresponsive to her questions, until she had an idea of her own, hopefully explaining his display of misery. There was only one reason for his suffering, and it was of course 'his beloved,' Shampoo. “ Ahh, so Did shampoo reject you again?” She asked a bit softly, making him sniffle again at the mention of the purple-haired amazonian warrior. 

At least That got a good response as he exclaimed, “M-my shampoo!” making her ears ring. He continued to cry, making quite the unpleasant scene unfold, rather than just getting on and speaking about the issue. “ my dear shampoo, now we will never come to be!” he said loudly, with his head in his hands.  (f/n) was left baffled, unsure why this had anything to do with her, and before she spoke The dark-haired, bespeckled teen looked up at her, tears streaming down his face like two large rivers cascading down his cheeks.

‘exaggerated as always.’ she thought to roll her eyes at his display, however, it did hit a pang in her heart seeing him that way, especially when it came to shampoo… She could never understand why he kept persisting with someone who clearly had no feelings for him, but she supposed she couldn't speak much on the matter herself when she was just as bad. “Uh, mousse, calm down,” she said softly, gingerly putting a hand to his shoulder and giving him a gentle smile, hoping to cease the ever ending tears he wept.    She felt an immense amount of sympathy and compassion for the weeping boy, compelling her to bring him comfort. “ just tell me what's wrong ok?” she added, trying her best to comfort him and finally draw a clear answer. Nodding silently, he slowly struggled to make the words to come out. “By amazonian law…” He started, “by Amazonian law, you're now my fiance…” he muttered, croaking out the last bit of revelation. 

The sounds around them, the chattering of the passing people, the birds alike, as well as the breeze, stilled and quieted. There was a ringing in her ears, making her spine tingle and feel icy cold pricks run along its course.

‘Did he really just say that?’ she thought wide-eyed, feeling her mouth dry. ‘Amazonian law? The same one that had tied shampoo to Ranma right? That same one?’ she questioned herself, still looking at him bug-eyed.

   She took a couple of moments to blink, cocking her head to the side, and just as the realization hit her like a ton of hard bricks and had its moment to settle, she quickly shook her head, crossing her arms in front of her into an x. “No, no, no, no, no, no “ She chanted out. Unwillingly a fit of laughter left her as she was gone into a full denial and disbelief. “I'm gonna walk away, “ she said unable to control her nervous tick. “ I'm gonna walk away and pretend this didn't happen, ok … ok?” she compromised, immediately, sprinting away, jumping from house to house,  and dashing through the air faster than she ever has before. ‘He's crazy…’ she thought to herself,  feeling the world around her beginning swirl, twisting her stomach along with it. “He's freaking nuts!” she squealed slapping two cool palms onto her very heated cheeks. He had made her entire face glow red and heart wildly beat with an arrhythmic, jumbled quickness.

“ME?!? MARRIED….WITH HIM!?” she cried loudly, leaving a trail of hysterical laughter behind. …………………………………………………………………………………    Shortly after receiving the heavy news she had made it her goal to avoid anything that had to do with the dark-haired young man, and So She went on, going the rest of the week rather stiffly, almost having bit off her nails into short nubs in anxious wait for the inevitable run-in she’d have with him. With her luck it’d be a complete mess, worrying her even further. So She opted for what seemed like a good plan, avoiding the outside world instead, hoping it would blow over. 

The entire ordeal had to go away eventually... if only she’d wait it out.   She was certain it would, and he’d probably forget, and go back to pursuing shampoo like always, an idea she found herself pained at. The wait felt eternal for her and after being confined within the walls of her home for only three days, she found herself facing the front door, glaring at it with uncertainty. ‘I have to come out sooner or later,’ she thought swallowing down thickly. ‘I can't hide here forever,' She contemplated further, mustering the courage she needed. Huffing, she swung her front door open in one quick movement and jumped out into the world. Silently, to not draw so much attention, she walked around town looking in every direction, careful not to run into her new supposed fiance. 

Despite the many time's she's replayed his words in her head, and the scene as well, she still couldn't believe it.

To be roped into something so insane and unbelievable...

‘I bet this is what Ranma feels, having to watch out for all those crazy girls...at least it's just one guy for me,’ she thought with a bit of relief. ‘ just one guy, And he’s actually kind of cute…’ she added in consideration as she peered around the corner. ‘And kinda sweet...adorable really’ she added with a dopey smile melting onto her face, hearing her heart pitter patter within her body like a ball hitting a paddle repeatedly for strive at a world record.

   Her fingers curled around the edge of the corner, holding onto it tightly as she watched a passing couple and as she watched them leave, the instant image of both mousse and her walking hand in hand replaced them, making her breath hitch. “What am I thinking?” she said out loud, slapping a hand to her forehead, staring up at the sky in disbelief. “I cant… I can't seriously be thinking about that!” she cried out, walking forward. Taking another quick glance back, with a longing expression at the sight of the linked hands between the happy couple, she sighed.

    In her own little world of fantasy and longing, a hard object clashed into her, making her fly back at the force in which it came at her. She fell back and landed on the floor with a grunt, feeling her butt already sore and as she looked up she realized just what had thrown her into the air. 

She was met with frantic blue eyes staring down at her, wide-eyed and surprised.

‘W-What the heck?.’ she thought eyeing the dark-haired young man standing before her, already feeling the scorn of before coming back, along with the present annoyance. “Care to watch where you're going Saotome?” she asked huffing, feeling her blood boil at the sight of him. ‘ you giant dork, this is your fault!’ she inwardly screamed, wanting to strangle him right then and there.

‘If it weren't for you I wouldn't have even been thinking of Mousse like that, I'd be able to roam around happily!'

   Rolling his eyes and crossing his arms stubbornly Ranma gave her a halfhearted glare in return replacing the previous look of fretfulness. “ (f/n) I could ask you the same thing, you bumped into me! ” he argued. “The ground’s down here not up there!” he barked, pointing up at the sky. “Maybe if you didn't have your head in the clouds, “ he mumbled, making her glow a bright shade of red, remembering just what had her preoccupied.

‘I was thinking about… about how cute... mousse,' she thought dumbly, unable to fight back at his remark. “W-whatever, drop it! ” she said starting to pull herself up when his hand extended out to her. He had almost shoved the hand in her face for her to take a hold of. The gesture made her stare up at him surprised, but nonetheless grateful. It had been partially his fault, but he wouldn't admit it, instead, he gave her some help, hoping that would suffice as an apology enough, and it did.  To his pleasure the fallen girl gratefully took it, and he pulled her up quickly. “Thanks,” she said forcing a smile at his act of concern, blowing over the less than pleasant greeting as her own act of agreement at a middle ground.

“So whats got you running around like a madman?” she asked somewhat curious, noticing his disabled appearance.

   If he had been running around carelessly enough to run into her like that, there had to be a good reason, she assumed. “It’s that damn shampoo again, “ he breathed, glowing two different shades of red afterward, looking away from her gaze. He wouldn't elaborate more on what had occurred since he was already embarrassed enough to have been there and say her name. All (f/n) knew was that whatever the girl did had been serious enough for him to look like a rugged mess.

“ ....not to mention that idiot Mousse,” he added with more aggravation in his tone, the second name tasting bitter to his tongue. She felt her breath hitch at his words, almost choking on air. “M-mousse you said?” she asked with her eyes bugging out. “He’s not anywhere here is he?!” she asked frantically looking in every direction around. Her state of alarm made him want to ask a million questions but opted to simply keep shut, not wanting any more problems than he was already burdened with. ‘Perhaps another day,’ he thought shrugging, hoping to remember to ask next time. “ it’s alright though ! I think I lost them," he said relieved, hoping to make her drop the panic in her widened (e/c)  colored eyes. “Th-that good,” she said sighing, her shoulders drooping in a melting relaxation before a loud crash was heard besides them.

   The side of the wall they had been hiding beside was no more than bits and pieces.  Instinctively (f/n) flew up, wrapping her arms and legs around the pigtailed boy, and he did nothing more than panic as well,  latching onto her like a tick with the face of utter shock and fear. Releasing a scream she looked to the clearing rubble and noticed the double bun-haired young woman Glaring in her direction like a feral beast. “ You hussy, What you think you doing with my airen! Stay back! ” shampoo cried, swinging at her with one of her custom colored Chui, and by default also aimed her strike at her supposed fiance. Pushing (f/n) away Ranma caught shampoo’s extended weapon quickly and took it from her possession in one swoop. 

Keeping One away from her he felt more confident facing the fiery, angered woman.

“Chill shampoo!” he cried almost pleading, putting on a gentler facade to make her drop her defenses. “ I no chill when shampoo’s  Airen huddle up to other girl! Why Ranma look for other lover?” she said desperately, aiming her other melee weapon at Ranma in retaliation, but missing when he ducked. “ First Akane, then that kodachi girl! That Ukyo, and now this girl! Ranma’s love is only for shampoo!” she cried desperately, feeling scorned, believing he had run off just to meet up with another lover. Her red irises then left Saotome to flew towards her new enemy and glared harshly. “And you!” she said aiming an accusing finger at (f/n) “ You dare steal my Ranma!” she cried out, sounding betrayed.  ( f/n)  stood baffled, astonished at the little time it took for hell to break loose. 'All cause I ran into that butt over there,’ she thought, throwing a glare towards Ranma who in turn grimaced at her.

‘I should be avoiding him instead of mousse now that I think about it,’ she added gritting her teeth. ‘This is a strike two for you Saotome!’ she thought maliciously. “ Your eyes swallow up my Ranma like greedy pig!” shampoo stormed,  making (f/n)’s attention fly back to her. “shampoo, I don't want Ranma!” she said anxiously, paying her attention back to the threat before her. “You lie!” shampoo said aiming all her anger at the other woman, forgetting she had even held a bit of malice for the dark-haired boy, which to (f/n) was totally unfair.

“It's true !" (f/n) said dodging a heavy kick.      She darted her eyes left and right, noticing Ranma gone, leaving nothing but rubble and mess behind. 

He had left the second both girls looked away from him, finding his ticket out. By that point, he was only a red, tiny speck in her eyes as he retreated far in the distance.

‘That bastard!’ (f/n) inwardly cried, ‘ STRIKE THREE YOU JERK! I’M TEARING YOU A NEW ONE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU! !’ she thought, gritting her teeth, deciding if she made it out alive, she’d pay him back with a boot to his sneaky butt. 

The idea of vengeance left her as her mind went blank when saw six rounded edges rimmed with soft yellow and teal approach her face with vigorous speed. She panicked already knowing that she would end up with a broken nose, or much worse a broken face entirely and In the heat of the moment, she could only cry out.

But rather than a scream, words flew out like water out a broken dam,

“ I HAVE A FIANCE!”

  She screamed at the top of her lungs making the violet-haired girl’s attack stop.  The weapon in the Chinese girl’s hand retracted just as it barely grazed the other’s nose. (f/n)  only felt the cold tip ever so softly press against the point of her nose and she would admit that She had never been so relieved in her entire life, so grateful to breathe air through her nostrils. 

Shampoo and her trusty weapon would have destroyed the thing and given her a new face.

‘Thank god,’ she wheezed feeling her heart on the verge of escaping through her open mouth.  However, her words soon caught up to her as her own jaw slacked open further. “fiance?” shampoo said raising an eyebrow, sounding unconvinced at the revelation. “ who is this fiance, girl?” she said poking( f/n)’s chest in disbelief and with a very noticeable snarky tone.  

She didn't believe a lick of the so-called confession. ‘I can't believe I just said that.’  (f/n) thought to herself, wanting to go hide away for the rest of her life.

‘Great…’

she looked up to shampoo and swallowed hard, finding a way to say the words and fess up. “My fiance…” she started shakily, feeling pressured under shampoo’s dangerously shining ruby eyes.                                                                         The rummaging in her chest didn't help either. 

She struggled to say it, feeling her face glow red, and her tongue get tied.

“My fiance is… is....”

  “Me shampoo, I'm her fiance,” interrupted a new, more masculine voice.

   Both girls turned to see the Chinese, amazonian male step forward, looking sternly at both women. (f/n) let a little sigh of relief leave her, feeling safe, spared from speaking the words herself. 

Looking to the side and away from both people, she averted her gaze unable to face Mousse any longer, finding it increasingly harder when she felt a tiny spark hit her as he directed himself to her, staring at her with expectancy.           “ yeah...it’s mousse,” (f/n) confirmed, not daring to look straight at the teal eyed young man, or the ruby-eyed female before her. With her legs feeling wobbly, she couldn't face anyone or stand well, let alone in the presence of the man that was causing her heart to bounce rigorously. “Mousse?” Shampoo asked cocking her head to the side, visualizing both of the people together, never having thought about it. However, the idea settled into her quickly as her face lit up with joy. 

It meant a free path for her and her Ranma from now on and She couldn't be happier, not feeling any bit saddened at losing the young man ’s interest. It was actually a blessing to her. “Mousse no want to marry shampoo then? Then Mousse no longer get in the way of Ranma and her!” she said looking elated, clapping both hands together joyously. “Is happy day for me, and for Mousse…. You too bride of mousse!” She said graciously. 

Her expression had changed into a sweet cherub, beaming with joy, erasing any trace of hostility once bubbling in her blood.

   Turning to (f/n) fully she smiled, expressing herself like an old-time chum, even after the horrific encounter. “ shampoo sorry, (f/n)” she said modestly bowing, all the while smiling to herself and before leaving with a bubbly step to her heels. She didn't pay heed to the still standing amazonian male, not even enough to take a side glance back at him. her mind was giddy with joy at having an easier path to her ‘Airen’.  With that, Both mousse and (f/n) were left alone, awkwardly glancing at each other, and taking turns doing so. 

Her eyes wandered to him stubbornly, trying to get a read off him, but failing as she cowered too quickly to do so. “Thanks,” she muttered, feeling her cheeks so heated she could probably roast a marshmallow on them. She was certain they were firetruck red since he showed up. Finally finding some backbone she looked towards him in expectancy, waiting for something to come… but he didn't give anything back. 

He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead swallowed his words and walked away. He didn't seem his usual self, still somber but not in a depressing manner like she had seen him before the mess that had occurred… like when he had told her about the Amazonian Law and their marriage.

He acted like a completely different person... and it scared her to a degree. “What's wrong with him now?” she whispered, concerned about his behavior.

   He was empty, not giving her indications of resentment or hate, nor joy and relief and she missed his open expressions. She liked him better that way, when she could read him like an open book and before she knew it her legs moved and she trailed behind him, nervously playing with her hands as she inched closer. 

He walked with his face aimed at the world and straightforward, a tall stride. 

She hadn't noticed how well built he actually was, but as his bare back faced her, giving her a nice sight she took notice. Perhaps it might have been that he always wore such baggy clothing, never indicating he had something so good to hide. 

As his hair flowed smoothly with the breeze, she could see him perfectly well, nice shadows and lines she knew only came with hard work. And of course that was the case, he was a martial artist. ‘He's got a really nice body...’ she said observing him shamelessly. The muscles were obviously tensed, and she held the will to touch them beneath her trembling hands.

   She couldn't decide which seemed like a better choice, his silky locks or his beautifully shaped body all inches from her. Everything about him had started having its effect on her, making her feel weaker and weaker. Her working legs began to fail her and feel like jiggly jello once again.

 Having been focused on the beautiful contours of his body, she hadn't noticed he stopped dead in his tracks and he inhaled a large breath before speaking, probably what he’d been holding in since they saw each other again.

“You're saving yourself for me,” he commented, making her face twist into confusion. 

It wasn't a question, but a statement that he voiced. “you're taking it seriously,” he added, referring to the supposed union between them. It made her wonder if he Was bothered she had brought it up, but to her defense, she had only used it as a defense tactic, blurting it out in desperation, not like she meant to scream it out to the world like a proud proclamation. But even if that had been the case… he came to her first…

   She felt so stupid knowing he didn't want anything to do with her and she knew this fully well from the start, that his heart lied somewhere else. 

Her heart was bouncing heavily for him, and she held undeniable attraction and feelings for him. Those were undeniable facts that weren't cause of some stupid law. They came from within her, nested deep inside the safety of her heart.

‘Stupid mousse… stupid… stupid Mousse… if you had never said anything…’ she thought bitterly, biting her tongue. She hadn't considered the idea of being an item with him, or even of sharing the same sentence in any form of affectionate way, only until he had given her the stupid idea of them being together. She had suppressed all those feelings beforehand, fully knowing the painful consequences of pursuing him. 

Her morality was in a clash with her growing affections, waging a nasty war. On one side she could have him, she could truly enjoy him to herself and be his, But then... At the end of the day, he was being forced, thinking of someone else all along. When she’d face him dressed in white, looking at nothing but him, he'd look past or much more heart wrenching, stare directly at her but imagine everything but her. He’d imagine his true love there, holding the bouquet, dressed as a princess on her special day… He’d imagine Shampoo instead...

(f/n) couldn't live like that. She wanted to push him away before she fell in deeper.

   When he looks at her with his lovely teal eyes, sparkling with joy, it makes her heart swell with a sweet fulfillment, and when he tears up, glossing those lovely gems with fresh tears it makes her want to run to him and hold him, comfort him with every ounce of affection she can muster. 

She wanted him to think of her upon dreaming, wanting her just as much as she did him... but that wasn't something she couldn't ever get. she knew it.

‘ I think I love him…’ She thought sadly, shutting her eyes tightly, already feeling them become wet with tears.

‘ i just wish you'd never said anything…’ she added clutching the fabric of her skirt in her hands. As she opened her eyes again she watched him turn to her suddenly, whipping around and making her jump, scaring her at the suddenness of his movements.

   With both his hands crushing her shoulders in his hands, he aligned his gaze to hers and though she couldn't see his eyes behind the heavy set lenses, she still felt a growing insecurity...

Could he see past her? Could he tell she was actually yearning for him…?

Her heart nearly stopped when he spoke again.

“I should do the same!” he cried out, making her almost faint and topple over. “You pushed aside Saotome for me, and cried out with such pride about our marriage (f/n),” he said with admirance, his lenses gleamed with reflecting sunlight, almost blinding her. 

She wanted to turn into a puddle and slip down the drains now. She didn't expect it at all and was far less certain which she would have preferred, this or the actual confrontation about her big mouth. At least with the harsher scenario he would have made it easier to distance herself… to hate him if he was a jerk… but he wasn't doing such. “ i... I actually… mousse, no.” she said escaping his hold and backing off, watching his face fall as regret settled into her for her actions. 

There was a vice grip capturing her heart and squeezing it bloody, but she had no choice...

‘This isn't right,’ she said to herself, convincing her heart that this wasn't the way. She wanted him willingly.

“You don't have to commit to anything!” she assured him. “Your free to do what you want!” she said quickly, feeling a pang in her chest at the words.

‘Even if it is pursuing someone else…someone who might never love you as much as I know I do.’

   Something inside her was slowly breaking as she spoke but knew she couldn't tie him down like some caged animal, against his will. 

He was doing it out of force, not free will and love.

“You can keep going after shampoo,” she said sounding shakier than she intended. she no longer wanted to look at him and instead found occupation at glancing at the building beside her. “So just leave me alone,” she said tightening her fists.

‘ if I don't see you again, maybe this will go away…’

   He was silent, only looking at her wordlessly, watching her break down, “I just want you to be happy,” she said sniffling, feeling tears already bubbling at the corners of her eyes.

‘This is so hard…’ she thought wiping away what stray tears moved down her cheeks.

'why is this so hard to do?'     She couldn’t pinpoint when it happened...

Perhaps It was when she met him, a year ago in that cafe. He had waited on her, giving her a cute smile, swooning her with the small gesture. He had almost spilled her drink all over her blouse, as well as her order and she never before had been so giddy about receiving such horrible service. 

Before she left he waved at her, asking her to come back again, a courtesy and probably part of his job, but it didn't help her from feeling herself attracted to him. She asked herself constantly ;

‘why him?’

Why someone so clumsy, so silly and blind both literally and metaphorically. Figuratively for not realizing his chase was fruitless, or in literal terms when he could barely see someone standing an inch from him without those large lenses. She concluded that maybe she just liked dorky guys. Dorky, sweet, determined guys.

   She felt crestfallen when she quickly realized he was yearning for someone else. The guy she had so carelessly fallen for already had someone in mind and there was no space in a heart that already had a reserved spot for another. 

From his pursuit of the other girl, she could see his need to be loved and cherished. Essentially everything he did was inspired by love and admiration and she found him even more alluring. (f/n) attempted to make herself to understand that he was already interested in someone else, to get it through her head that he was after another. For good measure she made sure to watch as he chased Shampoo, to watch how passionately he yearned for her, but it backfired and made things worse.

It made her feel admirance for him. It made her feel desperate to comfort him, to be the one to correspond to him unanswered calls for affection. She found her own love being fed by small scraps, and so stupidly allowed it to fester more, to become stronger than she could contain.

Despite the craziness of his proposal, a small part of her became lively and elated, realizing that he could be hers. However, the thing such as morality stopped her, pulling her back from taking the chance.

    “ (f/n) ” Mousse said softly, unsure of how to comfort her, not certain why she was tearing up either, but he knew for a fact it did hurt him. It was like a gnawing feeling deep within the pit of his stomach, begging him to touch her, to give her at least one small comfort.

 She had always been so kind to him, assuring him he’d one day find the way to beat Ranma, winning the heart of his beloved and having his happily ever after. Lifting him up carefully whenever she was around, smiling at him with sympathy and wholehearted kindness. His eyes had never strayed away from shampoo... or at least in the past. When he first came from China, all he had was her in mind. It was years of relentless chase and rejection and he was always sure he’d find a way to get her...And then Ranma Saotome showed up. 

He easily swooped her away without trying, without wanting it. The obvious joy shampoo showed knowing he wouldn't ever bother her anymore pained him, furthering the belief that she never would feel anything for him. And then there was (f/n). Always concerned about him, always wondering what troubled him. He had also noticed that She always ordered the same meal, and smiled all the same when he delivered it or served it to her.

   He would stumble towards her, but not always because he couldn't see well or because he was just that clumsy, but simply because when he actually adjusted his sight on her, he felt a weird tingling feeling knotting his stomach. She made him nervous with a look from her pretty (e/c) colored eyes. he felt shaken by that glance. At the start, he was almost certain it couldn't have been real. 

To feel something strange for another girl, when he was fighting for the love of another... Another who had been his dream since childhood. To him, it had been impossible for some girl to just come along and make him stray off from a romance he’s been chasing for more than the single year he knew (f/n).

He loved Shampoo and only shampoo….He HAD been certain of it. ‘ but why,’ he thought gazing at (f/n), watching her crumble before him…

‘ why am I here…. Why have I been thinking about her so much….? Why even when my Shampoo is there, besides me do I think of (f/n)…?’

… and more importantly,

‘ Why haven't I gone after shampoo yet?’ he asked himself

   There were so many thoughts running his head that when (f/n) ran off, he just watched her get smaller and smaller, at least the tiny blur did… until it was nothing more. The two girls had gone separate directions, making him stand in between the two paths, looking at each side with uncertainty.

‘My shampoo… ' he thought sadly, breathing in a heavy breath. ‘ you were never mine… you even never cared to be...’

With a harsh swallow, he looked back to where his new ‘fiance’ went to. Something drove him to take a path there, to take that risk and make it to her. To at least make sure she was ok.

‘ (f/n), I don't want you to cry again... I want you to come in like every other day... I want you to order the same thing… I want you to smile at me when I come back.’

He took a shaky heave, feeling a strain in his chest.

‘I like it when you ask if I'm there… Please pick me up again, please tell me I'm enough. Tell me again how there's a place for me, but this time instead tell me it’s with you...’

With slow steps, he walked to where he saw the (h/c) haired girl run away.

“(f/n)” he said softly, counting each step towards her home. Every inch separating the two.

                                 “I think… I think I might be in love with you…”

To him it wasn't a realization, it was more of a confirmation, finally coming to terms with what had happened. Finally taking notice that what he’d been feeling all along was attraction. 

An attraction that grew into much more than feelings of friendship and appreciation. In his chest a feeling of love blossomed, growing more with each day and finally snapping and breaking loose from the lockup his denial had put it in. He headed straight towards her, not willing to back down or let her slip from within the spaces between his fingers.

‘

    ……………………………………………………………………………...........    “Mousse?” she said confused, not having expected him to be the one standing at her doorstep. He was standing in her doorway holding a bouquet of fresh red roses in his hands, looking down at her with sparkling teal eyes, his cheeks blazed red as he clutched the roses towards his chest, tightly, nearly crushing them. “Roses?” She uttered confused. “ is this about us getting married? “ she asked pursing her lips, averting her eyes from the rather sweet image of him there with a bouquet of flowers for her. 

It was so cliche, and yet here she was, feeling romanticized by such a thing.

“ I told you, you don't have to do that, I'm letting you go free, it wasn't even a real fight,” she argued, trying to put out every excuse to make him leave. She couldn’t have him there. 

She couldn't risk looking stupid again or risk doing something of greater idiocy, like accepting him with such conditions. “ n- no, “ he stuttered, interrupting her with a high pitch to his voice, being almost incapable of controlling it.

   His legs shook and he felt a blooming feeling in his heart. The only hesitance in him was of fear, fear of being pushed away by her. 

He didn't have a doubt anymore. He wasn't wavering or unsure. His heart raced as he stepped forward, lessening the small space distancing them. “ this isn't about Amazonian law.” he insisted. Walking up to her with a nervous smile playing at his lips he swallowed a large breath and pushed the flowers towards her. 

The scent of sweet roses filled her nose and she peered over at him flustered. “Then what is it?” she asked matching the flower’s color, beginning to grow more anxious as the seconds passed. Her hands tightly clutched the de-thorned stems as she stared up at him with shining (e/c) gems. “If you allow me, I will court you from now on, I promise to bring you flowers!” he said rushed, saying it in a single breath. “Flowers of any kind actually, even if they are on the other side of the world I'll find them just for you!” He promised. “ which are your most preferred?” he questioned her, looking enthusiastic, having a new light brighten his vibrantly colored eyes. “No, wait, You don't have to tell me your favorite… I'll devote myself to get you every color and every kind until you're satisfied... If that pleases you.” he said twiddling with his fingers and mumbling the last bit rather cutely. “ anything you want!” he declared tightening his shaky hands into fists, looking every bit as determined as he sounded, swallowing down his nervousness.

   There was something in his eyes that made her melt. He was so hopeful, so full of devotion and love that desperately wanted to be taken in and nurtured. She felt like a sucker, easily mellowing at that vulnerability, feeling it all so different from before. She felt like the only woman on earth, being looked on by him with such affection, one that couldn't be swept from beneath her. “ Mousse, “ she said gently, feeling her heart skyrocket... Looking up at him she gave him a melted gaze, looking vulnerable and sweet. “I want what you want.” She assured, holding onto the bouquet with trembling hands.   “What I want?” He asked, elated, raising both eyebrows growing excited by the minute. Nodding, she stepped closer to him daringly, swallowing down heavily. Her breaths came out heavy and shaky as she was before him. “I want to be with you,” he insisted again sounding certain and decisive, no trace of future regret or turning back.

She Couldn't believe it. 

She couldn't believe he was there, holding flowers just for her, standing there and looking at her with such pleading. “ A-Are you sure? “ she asked, “ what about shampoo?” she said softly.

 At the mention of the name, he smiled faintly, looking at her with sincerity, and speaking with the same tone, not one bit saddened.

“ (f/n)... I love you…

 I was too afraid and stubborn to admit it, that I had put my eyes on someone other than her. It felt like I was giving up. I don't know what you did to me, but I feel like nothing can hurt me with you by me. During that time when you didn't show up to the cafe… When you were gone, I felt alone. I felt like something was missing from my life. I didn't think about chasing shampoo down. Instead, I was worried about you. Worried about what made you cry, about what I could do to make you smile again. Anxious to know if you never wanted to see me again." Something in her just snapped, and unable to hold herself back, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself to him tightly in an intimate hold. The roses that had been in her hand slipped from her hands, falling to the ground in a mess, but none of them paid mind to them. 

Slowly his arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in warmth. The way he pressed her to him was almost bone-crushing as he found letting her go not to be an option. With a quick peck to her forehead, he coddled her like it was the only time he’d get the chance and she felt just right being there, not a question in mind, no reason to peel herself away and suddenly the idea of getting married seemed less insane than the first time he had proposed it.

[uta-no-knb]

Part 2 part 2! For the stuttering s/o please...

Guess the people have spoken!! Here’s part 2!!! And there will be some returning guests ;)

If you haven’t read part 1, click HERE

Let’s begin!!

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Ever since Shining had lift the “no dating rule” (technically, he altered the rules, that anybody the idols wanted to be with would have to be approved by him), partners of the idols got to stay in the Master Course, as long as their boyfriend remained there. Even though QUARTET NIGHT had moved out and are currently living in a penthouse that Reiji owns (he insists on “team bonding”, which hasn’t been successful), the group of males sometimes stayed at the Master Course when their projects are a bit further away from their residence.

So for you, this meant that you could come and go from the Master Course as you pleased; plus that meant you can see the other idols as well.

It had been a few days since Ranmaru was taken to the hospital and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Not once had you gone to visit him-while everyone else has-including Camus and that’s saying something right there. At the moment, you were lying down on a couch in the main common room, covering your eyes, trying to relax; you were trying to avoid going to the “QN Headquarters” (the name that Reiji called their residence); with how you were feeling, you really didn’t want to see anything that had to do with Ranmaru.

“Look who’s finally out of her room,” a voice said from behind the couch that you were currently lying on.

Removing your arm away from your eyes, you looked up and found Ren, sitting on the top of the couch, with his head looking at you over his shoulder. “Hi R-Ren,” you started, your voice a bit raspy.

“It’s good to see you out of your room for a change,” another voice said.

This time you got up into a sitting position and saw that, STARISH was gathered all around this main sitting area; Cecil was sitting in one of the arm chairs with Syo sitting on the opposite one; Otoya and Natsuki were sitting on the couch directly in front of you, and both Masato and Tokiya were leaning against the back of that sofa.

“W-was I taking up too much space?” you asked. “I’m sorry! I’ll move out of y-your way-”

“No, you’re fine, (L/N)-san,” Masato reassured.

“We just wanted to make sure you were okay, since no one has seen you these past few days.”

“I’m fine,” you started. “I r…really am. I’ve just been focusing all my time on my artwork.” You picked up the sketchbook in front of you to confirm your claim. “I just dozed off is all.”

“This is a common room, after all, (N/N)-chan,” Otoya said, “So you’re more than welcome do do whatever you’d like-”

“Not everything, Icchi,” Ren said, with a slight perverted grin.

You looked back at Ren confused, only to flinch when you saw a pillow hit him right in the face-courtesy of Masato.

“You’re disgusting, Jinguji,” Masato said. “You shouldn’t say things like that in front of a lady.”

“Anyway,” Tokiya piped up, “Have you heard anything from Kurosaki-san?”

You looked away from the group, guilt in your eyes. You really should’ve gone to visit him, but at the same time, you didn’t. While he never officially broke up with you, the words he spat at you still stung-even if the incident was days ago.

“I don’t blame you for not visiting him,” Syo said, grabbing your attention. “Based on what we were told, you didn’t deserve for him to talk to you like that.”

“I know but, I know that the reason he snapped at me was because he was sleep deprive-”

“That’s still no excuse-”

“Has he texted you or anything?” Cecil asked.

Grabbing your phone, you looked and saw that you had indeed missed a call from him. “Oh, h-he left a voicemail,” you stated, as you tapped on the voicemail button.

“Put it on speaker so we can hear what he has to say,” Natsuki started. “Maybe it’s something cute!!”

“Doubt it,”

“Stop being so negative, Ochibi-chan.”

The moment the sound of the rocker’s voice was heard, everyone quieted down.

“Oi, its me,”  Ranmaru started, letting out a sigh, “Listen, we need to talk. Can you meet me at the park right next to the arena where they’re going to hold the Triple S at 6? Uh, thanks.” And with that, the voicemail ended.

Slowly putting the phone on your lap, you felt your heart sink at the fact that he “wants to talk”. From what you’ve read (and from what you’ve heard) those are the words that are going to lead to a break-up.

“I told you he’s cruel,” Syo said, only to have a pillow be thrown at him by Otoya.

“I don’t think you’re helping (N/N)-chan any, Syo,” Tokiya said, as everyone turned towards you; noticing the pale look on your face.

“I…I don’t think I w-want to go,” you whisper, “I don’t know w…what would happen; Syo’s right, h-he is unpredictable.” You could feel tears on the corner parts on your eyes, as your throat started to tighten. “W…who knows what h…he would do to me-”

“Now Ran-Ran might be blunt, but he’s not cruel.”

Everyone turned and saw Reiji and Ai there. “When did you get here, Rei-chan and Ai-senpai?”

“Just now,” Ai shrugged, “We were on our way to meet up with Camus to go to an interview-”

“You said we were going shopping because you wanted me to help you with  your wardrobe!” Reiji exclaimed, a bit hurt. “You’re a liar, Ai-Ai.”

“I’m not a liar, you’re just too gullible. Besides, you wouldn’t go if I told you the real reason.”

Before Reiji could reply, a chorus of “don’t deny it,” came from STARISH.

“You guys are cruel,” he fake whined, only to regain his composure. “Back to Ran-Ran, he’s not a cruel person. Hard-headed? Yes. Stubborn? Thats a given. Blunt? Unreadable? That’s Ran-Ran.”

Ai walked over and sat down next to you. “You’ve been with him for a while now, (F/N)-san; you’re still with him, even though he is all those things that Reiji said and more. Why would you be afraid of him now?”

“Because the voicemail he left-”

“We know about the voicemail he left you,” Reiji said, “We were there when he sent it.”

“”While we don’t know what he plans on saying to you, or what’s going to happen, don’t  worry too much about it.” Ai paused and using his thumb, he wiped away the tears that were about to fall. “Just go.”

“Thanks Ai-senpai,” you said, hugging the idol, before getting up and leaving, Reiji protesting about how you didn’t hug him, with Ren replying with “guess she has more respect for someone younger than her”.

“And (F/n)-san,” Ai said, causing you to pause in your tracks, “Just know that we’re here for you…and if anything bad happens,” Ai’s voice suddenly took a darker tone, “on behalf of Quartet Night, we will make sure that he regrets it.”

With a small smile and a giggle, you left through the doors and headed towards the park where you two were to meet.

Meanwhile, STARISH and Reiji just stared at the youngest idol in shock; never having heard his voice take that kind of tone.

“Damn, that was a scary threat-”

“It wasn’t a threat,” Ai said, getting up and walking towards Reiji, “It was a promise.” Grabbing Reiji by his upper arm, he dragged him off. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have an interview to go to.”

“SAVE ME!!” Reiji whined, leaving everyone impressed that the shorter male could drag the oldest idol.

STARISH all looked at eachother.

“How the hell is he the oldest, yet acts like a kid?”

All of the males shrugged, unsure of the answer themselves.

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Location: Park

Sitting on a bench, Ranmaru let out a sigh. He couldn’t believe that he actually allowed Reiji and Ai to listen to him leave the voicemail on your phone.

Those damn, nosey idiots, he thought to himself.

He looked at his phone, that was sitting on his lap, waiting for the screen to light up with a message from you, saying you were on your way. Yet, after hours of sending you the voicemail, there was no reply. Moving his phone, he rested his elbows on his legs, head in his hands.

Why hasn’t she replied? He asked himself.

Guess now you know how she felt when she was trying to reach you for those fews days that you went off the map.

Looking up, he once again, saw his “Anxiety Side” standing in front of him.

“You’re back again?” he asked, only to pause when he noticed Anxiety’s hands start to twitch. “Are you alright?”

Anxiety shrugged and sat next to him. I’m never truly gone ya know, he started, I’m apart of you so you can’t really get rid of me; and yes, I am just fine. Just as Ranmaru was about to reply, Anxiety got briefly distracted as a cat approached Ranmaru and rubbed up against him. So…you really ARE a cat magnet-

“Shut it,” Ranmaru growled, as Anxiety grinned a bit. “But honestly, I think I know why you’re here.” Ranmaru leaned down and scooped up the cat, placing it on his lap; the cat instantly started to rub up against him.

Well I would hope so-otherwise I’d be concerned about your intelligence.

Before Ranmaru could emit a response, he heard yet, another voice that sounded similar to his, from his right side. Turning to look at who he assumed was another part of his personality, he was indeed right. This version of him was wearing a black polo equipped with a dark crimson tie and black jeans. To complete that look, he had on a pair of glasses.

//I don’t think we need to worry about that, Anxiety,// this other Ranmaru said.

“And you are?”

//I’m your intellectual side// he started,  //You can just call me Logic//

Ranmaru just stared at Logic, inwardly admiring how attractive he looked. “Damn, I might have to invest in some glasses,” he mumbled.

No you don’t, Anxiety said. Look, Ranmaru, I need you to please calm down; you being anxious is making me anxious.

//Isn’t that kinda ironic// Logic grinned, only to get a growl from Anxiety. //And this is why I’m here; to help both of you come up with logical outcomes to this…predicament that we’re in.//

“Okay then,” Ranmaru sighed, “What do you two have for me?”

//Scenario number 1,// Logic started, //She comes and listens to what you have to say. A possible reaction could be-//

She doesn’t listen to what he has to say and just ends it all together

Logic’s eyes narrowed at Anxiety’s response. //OR another outcome would be that she comes and listens to what you actually have to say-//

And then end it all together.

//Anxiety please, you’re not helping here.//

Anxiety stared at Logic, What part of ‘anxiety’ do you not comprehend? Its my job.

Ranmaru just sat there continuing to pet the cat in his lap while his two other sides argued.

//Option 2; she comes and listens to you and you explain…whatever it is that you wnated to explain and she listens….and she takes you back.//

Or option 3, she doesn’t come, goes to the ‘Quartet Night’ headquarters-which you guys have really gotta change that name btw- gathers all of her things and moves out, completely forgetting that you two were ever together.

Logic and Ranmaru were silent at Anxiety’s words.

Ranmaru could feel his heart sink in his chest; the thought of you actually leaving him.

FALSEHOOD! Creativity exclaimed, popping out of nowhere, startling the other three.

//I’m sorry but did you just use-//

Yes, yes i did, so suck it Creativity said, answering Logic’s question. (F/N) loves you; nothing could ever change that! I mean look at you-us, he started, gesturing towards the original Ranmaru, You’re handsome, athletically toned, great hair, stunning good looks-plus you have great hair.

“Are you supposed to be my creativity, or my narcissistic side?”

He’s both.

Before anyone else could add a comment, Ranmaru’s phone, that was next to him buzzed, indicating that he had a text message.

See? It’s from her! Creativity said, making a grand, ‘princely’ gesture, Her heart is calling out for you!! She’s coming here to rekindle your lo- Creativity paused when he saw Ranmaru’s eye narrow.

What was that you were saying there? About how her heart is calling out for him through-

Hush up, Anxiety! He pouted, Who’s it from anyway? By the looks of your face, it’s not her?

//One point for Gryffindor// Logic said sarcastically. //Who’s it from?//

“Reiji,” he replied, sliding his thumb to the right to unlock his phone so he can read the text.

Ran-Ran

I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but just wanted to let you know that (N/N)-chan is on her way. We didn’t want you to be mopey. Also, fair warning, be care-dsjfghosdfiugnbsdfjoghsob

Ranmaru, its Ai. To basically sum up what he was saying, (F/N) is on her way over. Good Bye

Ranmaru and the others stared at the phone, all four wondering what the hell they just read.

//See? She is coming; so calm down anxiety//

Just because she’s coming, doesn’t mean that she’s not going to break up with us.

Before the original Ranmaru could utter a reply, all three of them suddenly vanished, leaving him confused. Looking straight ahead, he saw the familiar mop of you hair walking towards him. He could feel his heart flutter in both excitement and nervousness. As you got closer to him, he felt his anxiety start to kick into full gear

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Meanwhile, in Ranmaru’s mind

“Stop making him anxious, Anxiety!” Creativity exclaimed. “They haven’t even started talking!”

“I. Can’t. Help. It.” Anxiety growled, annunciating each word.

“Both of you, shut up!” Logic exclaimed. “Let’s see what happens.”

“$10 says she dumps us-”

“YOU’RE ON!”

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There was silence as you stood before him; both of you waiting for one another to initiate conversation.

“I-I’m glad you came,” he finally said, his throat a bit dry.

You nodded and looked away, not able to really make eye contact with him. “Can I join you?” you whispered, looking away in partial embarrassment.

Instead of a response, Ranmaru abruptly got up, the cat on his lap jumping and walking away, and with a gentle hold of your wrist, he started leading you down a path.

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“What the hell are you thinking, Creativity!? A guy and girl going on a walk in a situation like this usually results in a break-up.”

“Relax Logic,” Creativity said, “I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re making Anxiety sick.”

Creativity looked over at Anxiety, who was currently holding a puke bucket to his face. “Not my problem.”

Anxiety replied by giving Creativity the finger, until he actually threw up.

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“W-where are we going?” you asked, finally breaking the awkward silence . Before you could get an answer, Ranmaru had brought the two of you to a more secluded area of the park.

“The last thing I want is for someone to see this,” he mumbled to himself, not wanting you to hear him; unfortunately for him, you ended up hearing it.

Upon hearing this, you yanked your arm out of his grip. “Look,” you started. “If y-you’re just going to break up w-with me, just do it!” You raised your voice, completely startling the rocker; not once had he ever heard you yell like that-and quite frankly, neither had you. “Get it over w-with,” you concluded. “I get it! I don’t measure up to your qualifications!” By this point you were just furious with him; just letting out all of the anger you’ve had bottled up for so long. “I’m sorry that I’m not perfect for you, but I’ve put up w-with so much of your shit, Ranmaru,” you noticed how wide his eyes got when you said his name without stuttering, “and I’m tired of being treated as if I’m nothing to you!”

The one thing that you never wanted anyone to know about you is that, while you do have a stutter, the moment you get mad and all hell breaks loose, the stutter somehow goes away.

“I’m a fucking human being with emotions, Ranmaru, and you clearly don’t have any-”

You were cut off by being backed up into a tree; Ranmaru’s hands on either side of your head-a good gap between the two of you. Realization hit you; he had kabedoned you to a tree. You glared up at him.

“Are you done?” he asked, finally having the chance to speak. The moment you gave him a nod, he was about to talk but hesitated.

It’s now or never he thought.

Letting out a sigh, he relaxed his outstretched arm-to relieve some of the tension and looked at you. “I…I-”

“And now y-you’re mocking me?!” you howled, pushing against his chest to get him off, only for him to not budge.

“I’m not mocking you!” he exclaimed. “Look, I know I’m an asshole! I know I’m blunt, hot-headed-hell, I’m pretty much the exact opposite of you,” he started. “But I would never mock anyone with disabilities-”

“Are y-you saying that I’m disabled?!”

Fuck me-what the fuck am I doing?

“No! Look, I’m not good at this so please, understand,” he said, his tone softer.

You leaned further away-or as far back as you could-against the tree.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away. “I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry for everything that i’ve said, for the amount of times I’ve ‘disappeared off the grid’ without a trace. I’m sorry for everything.” The usual harsh glint in his eyes vanished, and revealed a softer look; more sincere. “I’m sorry for not trusting you; I know most, if not everything about you, yet you know nothing about me, and that’s fair at all. And if you’re willing to listen, I will tell you.”

“R-Ranmaru,” you whispered, “I can tell that it makes y-you uncomfortable to talk about-”

“But you deserve to know!” he yelled, causing you to flinch a bit. “I’m new to all of this, alright?” he said. Bending one of his arms, he was leaning against the tree, using that arm to support him. “When I was at the hospital, I had a lot of time to think, and I realized that I’m stumbling, hard, in this relationship, however if there’s one thing that I know for a fact-” he paused and brought his free hand up to your face, slowly caressing it, “is that I found you; the only one-the only person who help me overcome some of the burdens of my past; and while I was too blind to see it, you rescued me with your love.”

YOu couldn’t help but just stare into his heterochromatic eyes, a mixture of worry, surprised and sympathy mixed in. “R-Ranmaru-”

“I realized that the reason I kept pushing you away, was because I was scared…..that I love you, (F/N).”

You couldn’t believe your ears; the cold, rocker from Quartet Night dropped the “L’ word.

“I love you so much,” he started, stroking the upper part of your cheek with his thumb, “And I hope-no, I don’t want you to stop loving me.”

You brought one of your hands up, gently placing it over the one on your cheek, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t think I could, even if I w-wanted too.”

Hearing you say those words, he quickly brought his hand away from your face and brought you into a hug; startling you, to the point that you let out a giggle as you returned the hug, wrapping your own arms around him.

“I’m really glad I was able to meet you, (F/N)” he whispered, bring one of his hands to the back of your head, pulling you as close as possible to him, “From now on, for as long as we shall live, I’ll always be by your side.”

You felt single tears, trickle down your face, as you smiled.

“Y-You better be, after all of the shit y-you’ve put me through,” you said, ruining the moment.

“…way to kill it,” he chuckled, holding out his hand in front of you. “Let’s go,” he said with a smile. “I’m hungry.”

“Fine, but you’re cooking this time,” you said with a genuine laugh.

He looked at you with a chuckle and as you accepted his hand, the both of you started your journey back.

What the two of you never noticed were the two pairs of eyes, watching you from a distance.

“Aww! They made up,” Reiji said. “So it looks like he is finally out of the dog house.” Reiji looked over to his companion sitting next to him, who had a look of what appeared to be disappointment on his face. “What’s wrong Ai-Ai?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a disappointing sigh, which Reiji caught onto.

“Were you hoping that things went bad between them?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ai replied walking away from the older idol.

“…How prepared were you if this went horrible, Ai-Ai?” he said to no one, before he too, got up and went back.

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BONUS

“See? You were anxious for nothing, Anxiety,” Logic said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Shut it,” he growled back. “This was a scenario that could’ve gone in either direction, Logic. We’re just lucky that it went the positive direction.” Anxiety paused in realization. “Shit, we were so preoccupied with this that we completely neglected the fact that we need a song by tomorrow! Where’s that annoying Creativity!?”

On cue, Creativity came walking in, humming and writing somethings down in a notebook. “Again, don’t be anxious, Anxiety,” he grinned, loving the fact that he can keep making these ironic comments. “This situation has inspired my creative juices.” He held out his book in front of them. “See? Already have some of the lyrics!”

Logic and Anxiety read the words on the page, smiles appearing on both of their faces.

🎵Let’s become like the bright road to the future!Leaving behind a lingering warmthWe’re connected together, my heartbeats songThis, I’ll send to you🎵

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Wee! Part 2 done.

Now we met Ranmaru’s logical side. It was hard to distinguish the three since there’s no “underline” option on here; so I improvised. 

There are some parts in here that are translated from one of his songs; kudos if you can find it.

The lyrics used at the end are from Ranmaru’s song “Bright Road”

It’s a bit rushed, but I really wanted to publish it ^^

Lemme know what you think guys!!

Until next time

-Orca