#ayakashi toichiro yuri

[just-somehuman]

Paint - Toichiro x Fem!Reader

Genre: psychological, gore, angst, au

Inspired by: Matsuro Palette

Word count: 2 380

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a/n: Heya! Here's this fanfic I've been delaying for months 💀 This story is inspired by the game Matsuro Palette which I was completely obsessed with when I first started writing this. You don't need to have played the game to read the story, but if you want to have a better understanding of some concepts, then seeing gameplay or just playing the first few days (they're quite short) is enough. No part of the Matsuro Palette story is used so only seeing the way the player and The Girl interact as well as the studio the game takes place in is enough. Please be warned of the genres of this fanfiction. The genres serve as a trigger warning. If there are any additional trigger warnings for a specific chapter, I'll put it underneath the genre section. All that aside, I hope you enjoy!

WAIT ONE MORE THING- Y/N is semi-modern in this fanfiction, but only in terms of manner of speech. She's not about to whip a phone out and take selfies with the boys 💀 NOW ALL THAT ASIDE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY ✨

(also let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters)

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Chapter 1

She has been locked in a room for the past eternity. Her only goal is to paint a portrait of He who Sits in the Sunset. Every drop of paint added meaning to his life, every stroke of her brush set him one step forward to freedom. He had never known, but the seal placed on his ninth tail was a curse. He believes that he is trapped within a portrait in She the Painter's eye when truly, it is she who is trapped within He the Painting's frame. One stroke of paint and he is set free. One stroke of paint and she shall be cursed for millennia to come. All it takes is one stroke of paint. The final drop of colour is added to the portrait. Toichiro's kyubi form shows, protecting Futaba from the blades of ice Hisui shoots at her. His seal is broken. Toichiro's vision hazes as Y/N appears in his head one last time. She removes the chains that kept him locked away and shares one blank stare with him as the chains consume her.

"You… Why would you set me free? What have you released me from?"

"He's possessed," Shuichiro would usually say.

Prior to the battle between Futaba, her Ayakashi and the Senkitai, Toichiro had been getting visions of a girl whom he had not been acquainted with. Every time he got these visions, an excruciating pain would build up in his head. He would crouch down in agony, screaming for it to stop.

No one would follow along with his ridiculous idea. But as time went on, and as Toichiro's inexplicable behaviour became more frequent, his idea didn't seem so ridiculous anymore.

"If he's truly possessed, who do we ask to exorcise him?" Koga once asked, "Futaba won’t be of much help here."

All the other Ayakashi believed that there was nothing that could be done to help Toichiro. Nevertheless, there was one who stayed by his side. Whether Toichiro was screaming to the heavens above or crying uncontrollably, Shizuki always believed that his master would come to his senses. He believed that this would all pass.

And it did, which leads us to where we are now.

With the Ayakashi listening intently, Toichiro explains everything that has happened these past weeks. He explains how he was trapped within himself, how that girl would paint portraits of him all day, how she set him free. It all felt like a long, vivid nightmare and it was finally over.

"So the unknown girl setting you free from the painting is what led you to being a kyubi back then?" Shizuki says, everything finally making sense.

"That would be the outcome, yes," Toichiro answers, his voice still hoarse from his constant screaming before.

"You said the girl got chained up after setting you free. Do you think she's trapped somewhere now?" Kuro asks.

His question is genuine but doesn't sit right with Toichiro.

"I think her chains were a symbol of something passed onto her. Something Toichiro had that he gave to her after being set free," Oji suggests.

Toichiro's brows furrow. Although he doesn't show it, the thought of him passing some form of curse onto someone who did nothing but help him pains his heart. 

Gaku, who has been silent the whole time, speaks up.

"She wouldn't happen to be Futaba or Futaba from her past life?" he asks.

"There's not the slightest chance it could be her, it was someone else entirely,” Toichiro answers, a copy of one of his usual smiles tugging at the corners of his lips. Or at least, that's what it looks like to Shizuki. A copy - a fake. Because they've been together for so long, the snow spirit understands the kitsune far better than the other Ayakashi. Shizuki knows that Toichiro has many ideas which he wishes to share but won't, for the safety of his position as the future village leader.

"What do you suggest then?" Oji asks.

Silence falls upon the room again.

"Forget it. Regardless of what it all meant, it’s over now. Why should I care?" Toichiro answers, his usual smile forming on his face.

The Ayakashi part ways after their discussion at the Kitsune Village. Oji makes his way down the mountain path and back to Raccord, an image of a girl devoured by chains floating in his head. As he opens the door to Raccord, the faint jingle of the bell brings him back to his senses.

"You're back later than usual. What happened?" Aoi asks, leaning on the broom he was just using.

Oji explains the battle against the Senkitai and everything that Toichiro told them.

"Wait, let me get this straight: This girl would constantly try to paint a perfect portrait of Toichiro and he would physically be affected by it. And once she perfected the painting, he was able to transform into a kyubi during the fight with the Senkitai and she was chained up?" Aoi says, trying to piece together the story he has just been told. 

"Yes. Sounds bizarre, don’t you think?" Oji says, pulling out a cigarette.

"Well, whatever happened to her, I hope she's okay," Aoi sighs, placing the broom against the wall. Before heading upstairs, he turns to face Oji, suddenly remembering something.

"Speaking of painting, there's a new student joining my class next week."

"That's nice. Someone new for you to be friends with," Oji smiles.

"Yeah, but they're joining from overseas. That means they're excellent at art if they're able to study abroad," Aoi complains.

"Don't worry Aoi, your art is really good. I'm sure they won't be much competition for you," Oji laughs, puffing on his cigarette.

"There's an art exhibition next week too. I've heard that their art will be displayed. Hopefully it's not as good as everyone's making it out to be. Not that I'm trying to put them down or anything, it's just-" Aoi cuts himself off, seemingly at a loss for words.

"It's okay Aoi, I know how tough it is in the art world," Oji reassures him. Aoi smiles faintly at Oji before heading to his room.

The days come and go, and the day of the exhibition arrives. To his surprise, Aoi finds Toichiro and Shizuki amongst the crowd.

"Who invited you two?" Aoi asks, clearly annoyed.

"No one did. I came by my own will," Toichiro grins.

"You'd think that your experience with paintings would keep you away from them forever," Aoi says.

"Such a trivial matter doesn't affect me in that way, Aoi. I'm here to appreciate the creations of your fellow scholars. Now, if you'll excuse me," Toichiro states before leaving in the opposite direction with Shizuki.

"'Trivial', huh? It doesn't look that way to me," Aoi mutters. Whilst he had been speaking to Toichiro, curiosity got the best of him and he read Toichiro's heart to see how he truly feels. Aoi sighs at the kitsune's stubbornness and heads in their direction. 

Toichiro spares a glance for the artwork in the exhibition, the occasional comment from Shizuki forcing him to stare a while longer. As Toichiro turns to leave, a single portrait painting stops him dead in his tracks. He stares in horror and disbelief at the painting.

"Master Toichiro, we'd best be leaving-" Shizuki calls out to Toichiro before freezing at the sight of the painting too. Staring back at the two men is a perfectly painted portrait of the purple kitsune.

"Master Toichiro, is this..?" Shizuki trails off.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

The pair have no knowledge of how to react to such a situation. They are snapped out of their confusion by a familiar voice.

"What are you two gawking at? Oh, yeah. I was pretty surprised when I saw this first too," Aoi says, wedging himself between Shizuki and Toichiro.

"How exactly are you so calm at the moment?" Toichiro exclaims.

"Because I know who painted this," Aoi says. He points to a small sign below the frame that reads "He the Painting, Pictorem".

"A strange name for a painting," Shizuki comments.

"An even stranger pseudonym," Toichiro adds.

"She's not that strange, actually," Aoi rolls his eyes.

"'She'?" Toichiro asks, his eyes widening again.

"Yeah, she's a classmate of mine who recently joined from overseas. She's pretty quiet in class but she is interesting to talk to, since she's from abroad and all. I've spoken to her a couple times-" Aoi is interrupted by a troubled Toichiro.

"Aoi, I need to know why she's painting pictures of me," Toichiro says, composing himself and shoving his worry aside.

"I walked in on her painting this and asked her. Her exact words were: 'I don't exactly know why I paint him, nor do I know who he is, but I don't exactly care and I won't ever care because I never want to meet him. If he even exists, that is. I am nearly fully convinced that he doesn't exist and he's just a generic face that my mind has created. I mean, look at him! That face is more basic than the primary colours'," Aoi recounts, trying his best to not to grin at the last few phrases.

"A fairly bold statement coming from someone who has never met me," Toichiro smirks in an attempt to hide how offended he is.

"Master Aoi, did you correct her in her thinking?" Shizuki asks.

"No, I didn't tell her about you. It might be easier if you two don't meet. I mean, she's not exactly fettered so I don't think you two meeting really matters anymore. She's okay, you're okay, all is well," Aoi replies.

"Nevertheless, I'd like to speak with her. Surely there can't be any harm in that?" Toichiro retaliates.

"Ugh, fine. Next time I see her, I'll tell her I saw you here and you want to meet her," Aoi sighs.

"Good, good. Now that's settled, I'll be on my way," Toichiro smiles before taking off for the mountain.

Back in the Kitsune Village, Toichiro and Shizuki briefly discuss the events of today.

"I will admit, the portrait was painted excellently," Toichiro says.

"I agree, though that concerns me," Shizuki begins.

"Oh? How so?" Toichiro inquires, his interest piqued.

"Neither of you have met yet she was able to capture every detail of you in her portrait. It looked as if it were a coloured photograph," Shizuki continues.

"Hmm, I see what you mean. However, she and I have met before," Toichiro says.

Shizuki stares at his master in a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Though I was just a painting, I was able to speak with her. We never brought up why everything was happening nor did we speak of our lives outside the studio. We never learnt anything about each other. She was able to paint me flawlessly in the end because we had an understanding of each other that no other does. We learnt of each other's soul rather than our person. It was our souls trapped there anyway," Toichiro says calmly as the light discussions he would have with her flicker in his mind.

"Master Toichiro, were your meetings more than just a corrupt thought?" Shizuki asks.

Toichiro squints as he chooses the easiest way to describe his experiences.

"The best way for me to explain this would be that my body was physically here but my mind was elsewhere. It had been, in a way, moved into a different place. It was a different world, a bit like that cursed plane that Yura was trapped in," Toichiro explains, "The only ones that existed in that world were she and I."

"An entire world was created for your souls to be trapped in… I truly wonder what the truth behind all of this is," Shizuki states.

Meanwhile, a young girl is skulking around the Kitsune Village. She looks about the age of a high school student, and she is most certainly human.

"I saw him speaking with Aoi at the exhibition and I followed him back here. Now he's just disappeared," the girl mutters to herself in pursuit of someone.

"Who has disappeared?"

A blue-haired kitsune emerges from behind the girl, a soft ring following his movements from the bell in his hair. The girl stares at him in disapproval.

"I'm glad I wasn't stuck painting you. Your hair is way too wack. Bowl cut in the front, wolf cut in the back, bangs that are two different lengths, a half-plaited half-straight side ponytail. Who let you look this way?" the girl sighs, turning around to face the man that appeared behind her.

"Who let you speak this way?" Shuichiro sneers. The girl blankly stares at him before returning to her search.

"You're not welcome here, human. Who brought you here?" he smirks.

"No one. I snuck in," she responds coolly.

"You should know that you are inferior to the kitsune race, human. Look at me when I speak to you," Shuichiro hisses.

"Why should I? I'm kinda busy here, you know. I'm not going to entertain you so find someone else to bother with that wack-a$$ hair," she says nonchalantly. She couldn't care less about anything or anyone else. She has one goal: find the purple-haired guy. Shuichiro glares at her before taking off.

"Geez, what a prick," the girl rolls her eyes. Her search for "the purple-haired guy" continues late into the night and into the morning.

"It's been hours of looking through random people's windows searching for this man, I've trespassed enough. It's about time I give up," she sighs in defeat.

"Purple-haired guy, when I find you, I will rip your intestines out-" the girl's muttering is interrupted by an arrogant laugh.

"What's this about my intestines?" Toichiro asks.

The girl stares at the man himself completely dumbfounded.

"I heard from my eldest brother that a girl snuck in and is looking for something. That wouldn't happen to be you looking for me, no?" he smirks.

She scans him up and down before meeting his eyes.

"Quite the first impression, I must say," she says, crossing her arms.

"My apologies, perhaps I should have introduced myself first," he smiles, "I am Toichiro Yuri. It is an honour to finally meet you in person, Pictorem."

[dark-frosted-heart]

HE BLEP

[quietbooklion]

Thoughts on: Twilight Faction

So... this is going to be interesting.

When it comes to the Twilight faction, it's the one story arc I remember the least compared to the other factions. Oji's story was the one I distinctly remember whereas everyone else I barely remembered them. At best, all I could recall were bits and pieces of Toichiro's and Shizuki's story. Now that I've replayed it, I can honestly say that the Twilight faction is all over the place in terms of storytelling. I still liked the faction well enough but when compared to the Dawn and even Night faction, it has it's weak moments that hindered my enjoyment a bit.

The common route for the Twilight faction was unique in its own way and probably my 2nd favorite plotline, the first being from the Night faction. It was refreshing to interact with new characters and see things from a different perspective. Like the Dawn faction, all the characters were introduced in a way that fleshed them out enough to get somewhat of a better understanding of them. And of course, this route introduced me to my favorite man, Oji.

Like with my previous Thoughts On review of the Dawn faction, here are my full thoughts for each character. They do have major spoilers so keep that in mind: Toichiro Shizuki Kuro Oji Gaku

Normally I would have a difficult time trying to decide which character I liked based on their development throughout their route as well as how good the story was. In this case, there was really only one character that ticked off those boxes. So, without further ado, that character would be...

*drum roll*

Toichiro

Shocker I know considering my all time favorite is Oji but I think Toichiro's story was the best one. Mainly because I thought it had an equal balance of storytelling and character development. Toichiro stood out to me the most not because he's the poster boy of the faction, but because he had some of, if not, the best story beats and character development. His story ended somewhat anticlimactically when it came to his ninth tail but overall, his storyline was the best.

As for my second favorite, it would have to be Gaku. I mainly liked it for the character growth Gaku went through. He's shown to be determined, albeit, somewhat self-sacrificing his own wants and needs in favor of breaking the curse Yura is under and I appreciated the familial devotion each brother had for one another. His story could've been a bit better since it's just a 'what if' scenario of Yura's story.

As for the others, this is where things get complicated. The storyline for Shizuki, Kuro, and Oji were the weakest out of the group. More so Kuro and Oji because of plot reasons I can't really get into without spoiling their stories but they definitely could've been better. Also I got to be honest, I just don't see Kuro as the dating type of guy and Futaba annoyed me to no end in Oji's route. Shizuki had a bit going for him but I still didn't really get that much insight on who he really is deep down. He benefits the most from reading the event stories he's in.

So yeah, overall, Twilight faction was a mixed bag. Toichiro and Gaku stand out as the best amongst them while the others paled in comparison. A shame, really since I can see the potential in them.

[smash-or-pass-otome]

Toichiro from Ayakashi: Romance Reborn

Toichiro Yuri

[akashi-tetsuki]

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[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [AYAKASHI - TWILIGHT FACTION] ⚜

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characters: toichiro yuri | shizuki | kuro | oji | gaku summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: referenced death, hunting rating: sfw a/n: i will admit that unlike the rest which were randomized, i very much on purpose chose a tanuki for toichiro's mate. i have plans for those two, some devious plans.

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≿━━━━༺❀ toichiro yuri ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a tanuki. you were rather known around town for being a bit... dimwitted, though that was very much on purpose on your part. it's easier to make others look foolish when they think you are.

✿ you were 25, though you often pretended to be younger or older to simply fool people. toichiro was 23 and had been presiding in the capital for a few months.

✿ you'd been messing with a rather unpleasant man that you'd seen harassing a girl that was most certainly underage, when toichiro spotted you and possibly recognized you. you didn't much look like your father, but the charm on your belt that bore the art-dealerships symbol probably gave it away. so, he came over and... joined you in messing with the poor man.

✿ after that first time, toichiro would "accidentally" stumble upon you tricking people around time and generally making a fool of the public. you genuinely had no idea how he kept doing it, but you welcomed him dearly every time. soon, there was no one else you'd rather let in on the big secret that was yourself.

✿ toichiro found you magnifying in a way no one else was. he'd heard about the son of the man he did business with, a foolish young boy no one actually knew much about. but the moment he saw you, he knew that you were the exact opposite of all of that, and he didn't know how he knew. toichiro was fun. usually only people you could trick were "fun", but they got boring very fast. but toichiro, he just kept being fun. in no time at all, he was the only person besides your father you felt in anyway comfortable with. like he was always meant to be.

≿━━━━༺❀ shizuki ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a furi. nobody around town really knew you, you didn't like talking to people. the only thing anyone really knew was that you were often found in the forest, hunting.

✿ you were 12, while shizuki was 11. it had been barely a year since your mother died, in a "hunting accident". you'd just recently been able to go hunting again. shizuki was still with the senkitai.

✿ you were up a tree, surveying the landscape for your next prey. you were hoping for something small, which is technically what you got when shizuki walked into your line of sight. mistaking him for a rabbit with a winter coat, you aim your hunting wand at him, paralyzing him. thankfully, as you aimed your bow you realized he wasn't a furry little creature. you spent the next few minutes profusely apologizing while undoing the paralysis.

✿ every once in a while while hunting you'd come across shizuki. he was rather quiet, but you liked him. you liked taking him with you hunting, teaching him survival skills. you had no idea what was going on in his life, but you hoped it would help. then, one day, you just stopped seeing him around.

✿ shizuki thought you were rather cool, even if he couldn't really put it into words. you were confident, you knew what you were doing, and there was a fire in your eyes he couldn't explain. he'd never trusted someone as quickly as he trusted you. initially you were rather embarrassed, mistaking a pretty boy for a rabbit. but he did rather remind you of one, which for some reason ignited all the protective instincts in you. you had no idea why, but you didn't really bother thinking about it.

≿━━━━༺❀ kuro ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and an okuri-inu. you were often found feeding the strays of the capital or helping someone home in the middle of the night. everyone thought you were quiet, but there was no one quite as helpful in the whole city.

✿ you were 18, as was kuro. technically, anyways. your mother had disappeared nine years prior, and kuro and the troupe had arrived at the capital about two years before.

✿ you came across kuro rather late at night, during your usual rounds around the capital. you'd offered to walk him home, which he eagerly took. he rambled the whole way to the troupe. you just silently listened, which is how kuro didn't notice you escorted him to his door rather than just to the barracks. and then you just disappeared, without kuro having even a change to say goodbye or get your name.

✿ kuro would sometimes on purpose stay out late, just so you would escort him home. and sometimes, he'd catch you with your furry friends and eagerly join in caring for them. you never shooed him off, but you also never really spoke to him. but kuro continued to find you, despite not knowing anything about you.

✿ kuro found you fascinating. a silent protector who appeared and disappeared as needed. once he tried calling out to you, and a few minutes later you showed up. kuro was rather certain that you were made just for him. initially kuro was just another person to protect, but when he started becoming a more permanent fixture in your day to day life, he became a comfort of sorts. there was nothing you awaited more than seeing him even for a second.

≿━━━━༺❀ oji ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a gashadokuro. this, understandably, made you a rather strange person. you really had no one in your life besides your father, which lead to you spending most of your time at the cemetery.

✿ you were, well, your body was about 28. your bones... older than you can comprehend. oji was of course around a hundred, and had been running raccord in the city for about a decade.

✿ you were wandering around town, following whatever whims your old bones had. you did it rather often, usually it lead you to places important to the people you used to be, or just interesting spots around the city. this time, they lead you to raccord. and when you stepped in, the bellflowers sitting on the counter made something inside you ache. and the eyes waiting for you behind the counter made the ache explode.

✿ you became a regular at raccord, even though you never spoke a word to oji or aoi. it hurt, coming there, but somehow it felt like you had to be there. oji, while off-put by your harsh demeanor, was patient in serving you every time you came by, expecting a day to come when you'd finally talk to them.

✿ oji found you strange, from the moment you stepped into raccord. your shifty eyes that looked far older than they should, the sad look you got when you looked at all the bellflowers and into his eyes, the occasional silent mutterings... but despite all that, he felt like he could trust you implicitly. looking at oji made you sad. you didn't know why, you only assumed that one of your bones knew an ancestor of his or something. but despite all the sadness and ache, you kept coming back because something in you couldn't stop.

≿━━━━༺❀ gaku ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the only child of a famous art-dealer and a zashiki-warashi. people had a habit of calling you a child, despite the fact that you certainly were not. you just happened to look very young for your age. the problems with being half-spirit.

✿ you were 25, no matter what anyone might say about it. it had been over a decade since your mother left, which is when you started seemingly aging slower than everyone else around you.

✿ you rarely left home, it felt like a betrayal to do so, what with your role. but sometimes, you needed time for yourself. you were looking for something small to buy (while surveying the vendors, you're very aware that your patronage meant fortune to people), when you stepped into a little trinket shop. in there, you met gaku, who was looking to sell some stuff he'd made. and you absolutely fell in love with one of his creations, a little children's toy.

✿ you were a bit mad after gaku called you a child after you expressed a desire to buy his creation. but you still became a regular patron of his, always ordering small toys. gaku was certain they were for you, until he saw you playing with children, the toys he'd made all around you.

✿ gaku genuinely thought you were a child the first time you met, until he looked you in the eyes. they were far too old for a child, and it's then that he realized who you were. and he'd never been happier to have someone shout in his face. you were pissed off at him initially. how dare he call you a child, you were clearly an adult! but that anger didn't last long, weirdly enough. and he made such pretty things... you decided that you wouldn't hold it against him, somehow you felt that you never did.

[allswellinthiswell]

[girlinthetardis04]

This was it

This was the moment I fell in love with both of them

[fang-and-feather]

I was debating if this one fit the event and decided to share too

@theocxcanonweek For Day 2 Prompt - Dancing

Dancing between Emotions

Fandom: Ayakashi: Romance Reborn

Rating: General

Categories: F/M

Pairing: Toichiro/OC (fake date, pre/developing relationship). Small mentions of Shizuki/Futaba

Words: 1920

Prompt(s): Being the MC/LI's fake date for a Christmas party/ball, from the "’tis the season for love" content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen

Summary: In need of a date for a party, Toichiro asks Rinka to be his pretend date for the night. Their relationship has been changing and they notice new things about each other the longer she's been working for him. That doesn't mean they get along. Or do they?

Toichiro watched the girl sitting by his aide with interest.

The first time he met Rinka at a party, he didn’t know what to make of her. Way too perceptive for his taste, but her attempts to play back with him were mildly entertaining, especially for a girl of high society.

The second time it was a whole different Rinka, clothes that made people double take her gender, good fighting skills for a human and an almost childish humor.

The third time she was more serious, defensive in an almost aggressive way, but kind underneath. Not exactly fun to interact with, but they were there for businesses, anyway.

And business had led him to what seemed to be a more true Rinka. Beneath the tough and alert facade, she had a softer core that he again found mildly entertaining. She was still way too perceptive, but he knew how to find the small cracks on her armor not to make their working together too boring.

That was mostly why he had invited her as his fake date to this Christmas party. Her reaction to the actual invitation had already been the most entertaining he’d ever seen her.

This wasn’t the change he’d been expecting, though.

Usually calm and brave, Rinka looked startled. Body tense, eyes that darted around inquietly, occasionally frowning at the window, hands on her lap crumpling her dress, to the point she could have torn a hole in it. Sitting across from her friend, Futaba looked worried, but anytime she looked ready to say something, the other girl seemed to change her mind. And they had barely started the ride.

“If you didn’t like the dress, you should have told me.”

That Rinka was hard to get a rise of, he knew well, but absolutely no reaction was unexpected. It looked like she didn’t even hear him.

“Toichiro…” Futaba started, probably trying to tell him off teasing her friend, but Shizuki, on the seat next to his girlfriend, squeezed her hand lightly.

“Mistress Futaba.” Shizuki only called her and shook his head. She looked hesitant, but nodded with a sigh.

Toichiro observed the couple’s exchange. It wasn’t worth interacting with them more than was necessary, either. He actually made a little more effort to be on Shizuki’s good side when the weather was already cold. The last thing he needed during winter was a Snow Spirit angry with him.

So he turned back to Rinka and placed a hand over hers, only to halt her movements before she actually tore a hole in the dress and to get her attention. He wasn’t expecting her to nearly jump off her seat.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?” Wide blue eyes stared at him with a mix of fear, confusion, and anger.

“Oh, dear, are you that afraid of me?”

“O-of you…” her voice trembled, and she looked away, cheeks tinged pink, “of course not. Don’t make me laugh.” Anger returned to her voice, but not to her face. This was the most expressive reaction he had ever gotten from her.

Rinka was returning to normal but, at the same time, being a little more open.

“Really? Because I thought that more plausible than you being this flushed by my touch.”

Toichiro took one of her hands in his, interlacing their fingers when she tried to pull away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rinka hissed, but the blush didn’t leave her cheeks and her eyes still flitted around when he looked at her.

“You are my date. It is natural, is it not?”

“I di-didn’t think this fake date started before we arrived at the party.”

She had stuttered again, and this time not of fear or surprise. Her being so vulnerable was both unsettling and interesting.

Rinka looked over at Futaba and Shizuki on the other side, but the two were too engrossed in their conversation with each other to pay attention to them. On purpose, Toichiro was certain. Not that he was paying enough attention to what they were saying.

“You agreed to be my date for the night. It is already night, isn’t it?”

Her eyes narrowed in thought and quickly widened in realization. The flush of her cheeks became darker and Rinka scowled at him in a poor attempt to keep her composure.

“Lords. You’re so needy.” She grumbled. “Fine, you can hold my hand.” She sighed, but it sounded more like a sigh of relief than annoyance, turning back to the window to avoid his gaze, face still red.

Since the ride was almost over, Toichiro let her be for the remainder of it, amused by how, once in a while, she would squeeze his hand.

Rinka wondered if she was fantasying too much, thinking Toichiro had distracted her not only for his own amusement but also because he noticed her fear.

It was unlikely from the Toichiro she thought she knew but, after a little incident that had her seeing the kitsune in his environment, she had began to wonder if his masks, as much as they were part of his nature, weren’t a defense mechanism as well.

Besides him being a compulsive liar, maybe they weren’t that different.

The party itself wasn’t as bad as Rinka expected. It was as boring as expected, but being by Toichiro’s side, he interacted with the other aristocrats, leaving her to only convey holiday wishes and other messages from her grandmother.

Pretending to be dating wasn’t as awkward, either. Most people only made light comments, all of them nice, but it was clear not everyone was as satisfied as their words would lead other people to believe. Only one man, the host of the party, had made a couple of awkward questions about their relationship, but she -and it would seem that Toichiro too - had been prepared for them.

She was pretty sure that man was the reason Toichiro insisted on having a date for the night.

Also, Toichiro’s usual teasing hadn’t been as annoying.

Maybe she’d gotten used to it. Or maybe she was still shaken from the freaking carriage ride, because she caught herself almost showing signs of being unsettled by him a couple of times.

By the time they had probably spoken to everyone at least once, Rinka was already thinking Toichiro wasn’t so bad and could even be fun, if he wasn’t constant and likely accidentally - in most cases because he could have guessed some things about her, but not everything - triggering her defense mode.

Odd mood for her to be in. Maybe it was Christmas. This time of the year usually made her happier and even, sometimes, more sentimental, and despite this being the last place she wanted to be, the atmosphere was still quite festive, with beautiful, traditional western decoration.

She parted from Toichiro, who was still talking to some people, with the intent of getting a drink, despite Shizuki’s insistence on attending to her. If it wasn’t something for his master, he should enjoy his time with his girlfriend.

Her break was short-lived, though, because Toichiro was soon by her side.

“You’re not running away from me, are you?”

These kinds of jokes got tiring fast. Why was he so obsessed with her suddenly?

“Running away from humans.” Not a lie, although she didn’t mind a break from Toichiro either. “Do you need me for something?”

“For a dance.” The usual smirk didn’t leave his face, and Rinka considered if it was a joke or not.

“I’m not great at dancing with people. You wouldn’t want me to embarrass you, right?”

Rinka also meant it as a joke. She couldn’t care less. But it was true she had never danced with another person before. All of her grandmother’s attempts to get someone to teach her had been swiftly dodged so far, and she wouldn’t regret it.

“Couples dance at parties like this. I’m sure not everyone is convinced of our partnership, so we have to act accordingly.”

Sounded like the truth, but his face told her otherwise. Yet, it was logical enough, and she was aware not everyone had readily accepted their lie.

What could go wrong, anyway?

“Fine. One dance, then you find whatever excuse you need and let me go home.”

“Deal.” He offered her a hand, and she took it, letting him guide her to where other couples were already dancing.

Rinka was surprised that Toichiro agreed so swiftly, but maybe he actually expected her to do something that would turn into amusement for him. Or maybe he wanted to see himself free of her, too.

Neither was unlikely and she would be fine with either.

But when he stopped, facing her and put one hand on her waist, pulling her closer, her body stiffened and suddenly all of her knowledge and usual grace and swiftness escaped the grasps of her brain.

Rinka wasn’t used to physical contact that she hadn’t initiated. It was small and over her clothes, but she could feel his heat. And the rest of his body was so close, any movement would make her brush against him. She started to feel trapped again, but it didn’t come with the usual fight response she’d felt during the carriage ride.

“Rinka!”

The girl almost jumped and ran away when Toichiro called her in a low, amused tone, so close to her ear. And she hadn’t even noticed him move.

Biting her bottom lip, she prayed no one had noticed her spacing out and held onto him properly. That wouldn’t help.

Toichiro started guiding her into the dance. At least it was easy not to step into someone when you were aware of their every movement.

“You have gone such a fine shade of scarlet. Are you unwell!”

He could at least stop joking for five minutes! Or was he trying to distract her again? Well, it wasn’t helping this time.

“Yes. There is too much movement of too many people. It feels stuffing.”

Toichiro chuckled, no doubt at some face she was making. Why was he having such an effect on her that night?

No. It wasn’t just that night. It had started since she had hunted down a particular thief to somewhere close to his village and the two had worked together into something different from what he wanted of her.

“Interesting. You don’t react when I try to get you to, but when I react on your own, when I don’t?”

Rinka couldn’t deny it without lying. She hated that he was right.

Was it just because she wasn’t used to being so close to a man for longer than a simple hug? Was it the little alcohol from earlier?

No. She wouldn’t have reacted like this to another man. In fact, she would have already left if it was with anyone but a friend, and a friend wouldn’t have made her feel so conscious of him but, at the same time, not prompted her to run away.

In fact, she considered running away, took a deep breath and tried to think of an excuse, but her mind had turned inward and gotten in the way of the instincts guiding her, and Rinka lost her footing. It would have been a disaster if Toichiro wasn’t holding her.

“So, you really did fall for me?”

“Dance is over. Let’s just go home.”

Toichiro was amused despite her anger and unlikely to drop the ‘dating’ act until she was dropped at her house.

It would be a long carriage ride back.

If it seems like I am using the same OC in different fandoms, it is because they're only slight different versions of the same character.

I was also going to elaborate more on the actual party, but it is my first time actually writing Toichiro and he is exhausting, but I thought he fit the prompt nicely and I think I wrote too much given these circunstances and don't know how well I got him... I would need much more time to write more and better of him and I still want to finish at least one more fic for this challenge.

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Paint - Toichiro x Fem!Reader

Genre: psychological, gore, angst, au

Inspired by: Matsuro Palette

Word count: 2 780

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a/n: Best boy makes his debut in this chapter, so don't mind the Shakespearean. It's probably wrong anyway 💀 Also, at the end of the chapter will be another note where I explain a couple things. Okay, I'm done talking. Please enjoy ✨

TAGS: @shonenkun309 @colourless-hydrangeas

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tw: cutting, blood, implied self-harm

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Chapter 2

The girl sighs.

"I am Y/N. I didn't expect to find you so easily," she says.

"'Easily'? Truly? I heard something about you wanting to give up-" Toichiro starts before being silenced by Y/N's glare.

"I've found you anyway so it doesn't really matter whether I struggled or not," she says. Her tone is aloof but familiar at the same time. Her indifference towards someone she appears to be obsessed with strikes a chord in Toichiro's heart, so he presses on.

"I heard from an acquaintance of mine that you have no intention of ever meeting me. When did that change, hm?" he teases.

"Look, I just got curious. I mean, I didn't even know you actually existed until I followed you here. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and I was going to be trapped in that studio again," Y/N blurts out, attempting to hide her genuine interest in Toichiro's being. He smiles at her in amusement.

"How about you and I speak somewhere more private?" Toichiro suggests. Y/N is unsure of how to respond due to both her distrust towards the man she thought she knew well and her general wariness of the world.

"And what happens if I say no?" she asks.

"If I'm being honest, I might be quite hurt," Toichiro answers.

"Seriously?" Y/N says, her eyes widening and a wave of regret washing over her.

"Of course not," Toichiro laughs, "You're quite capricious."

Y/N scowls before following Toichiro to wherever he was planning on taking her.

"So, this is your place?" Y/N remarks, observing Toichiro's dwelling.

"Don't sound so displeased. I do have a far larger house in the Capital. We will only be staying here temporarily," Toichiro explains.

"'We'? Who's 'we'?" Y/N inquires, staring directly into Toichiro's eyes.

"My valet and I, though you are quite welcome," he laughs teasingly.

"Greetings, Mistress Pictorem," Shizuki says, placing two cups of milk tea down on the table.

"Just Y/N is fine. No need for this mistress-business," Y/N states.

"As you wish, Mistress Y/N," Shizuki replies before taking his place at his master’s side.

"About that pseudonym of yours," Toichiro begins.

"Oh, it's not that deep actually," Y/N answers.

"Really? What does it mean then?" he asks.

"...It's the Latin word for painter," she says reluctantly.

"How original," he smiles, "Now, where were we?"

"You weren't always this… What's the word I'm looking for? Audacious," Y/N says.

"Quite the compliment," Toichiro laughs.

"The other meaning," Y/N replies, annoyed.

"I see. You shouldn't have expected to know me well. It was my soul you met, after all," Toichiro says.

"'Soul’? What bullsh*t. We were literally trapped there!" she retorts.

"You were physically trapped?" Toichiro questions, surprised.

"You weren't?" Y/N replies the same way.

"So your body was physically here but your mind- well, soul, was in that studio?" Y/N repeats Toichiro's words.

"Precisely," he confirms.

"Okay cool, but you just created a plot hole," Y/N sighs.

"A what?" Toichiro asks.

"Basically, you just told me that you weren’t physically in the studio yet, somehow, you were still physically affected," Y/N explains agitatedly. Toichiro stares back at her in an indescribable manner. It is impossible to know what he is thinking, though Y/N is still able to answer his teasing smirk.

"It's not physically possible to have been affected in such a way when you weren't even there," she says, a rather large sigh following after.

"Perhaps it is some other being's doing that led to Master Toichiro’s behaviour," Shizuki suggests.

"Like a demon or something?" Y/N asks, turning her attention towards Shizuki who had been silently observing the other two's interactions the whole time.

"No, not a demon. Nor a wraith for that matter," Shizuki states.

"A what?" Y/N asks.

"A wraith is similar to a demon in the sense that it is an evil being, though its form is closer to that of a ghost or apparition," Toichiro explains.

"So a boneless demon," Y/N says.

"A boneless..? You know what, never mind. Shizuki, continue," Toichiro says.

"Based on what we know, it was something else causing Master Toichiro to react that way. It was most likely the same thing that caused Mistress Y/N to be physically trapped," Shizuki continues.

"Y'know… I've got a little more evidence to back up your claims, Shizuki," Y/N mentions.

"Do go on," Toichiro urges.

"I'm actually a terrible artist because I can't paint anything other than Toichiro, but it's not like I haven't tried not to. Whenever I start painting, I lose control of my own body. I'm not the one painting portraits of him. I don't know how to explain it, but it's sort of like my consciousness is replaced by something else," Y/N explains, "And when I've got my body back, I always find, um…" She rolls up her sleeves revealing many cuts along her wrists and inner arms, the cuts going as far up as beyond her elbows.

"I always find cuts. Obviously, whatever possesses me harms me while it's in control of my body."

The two men exchange a worried glance before Toichiro turns to face Y/N.

"Do you have any idea what it might have hurt you for?"

"It wants my blood. I find my blood in your portraits when I get my body back. It's used as red paint. Not a clue as to why though, I own a ton of red paint," Y/N answers. Silence descends upon the room. Y/N tries to break the silence with an excuse to leave.

"I've bothered you two enough, I might as well just-"

"Hang on a moment, Y/N," Toichiro calls out to her, grabbing her wrist before she walks out. A droplet of blood trails down Toichiro's hand and lands on the floor. He stares into Y/N's eyes for an answer.

"Sorry, I painted before following you here. The wound didn't have enough time to heal," she says, snatching her hand back and wiping her blood off the floor. When she raises her head to meet Toichiro's eyes again, he places a hand on her shoulder and gazes at her solemnly. He lowers his voice to a whisper that only she can hear.

"Why do you continue painting if you know it harms you? Are you intentionally trying to hurt yourself?"

"That's not how it is. Most of the time, I don't paint by will. It's an urge that consumes me and I have no choice but to feed into it," she whispers back guiltily. The two share a blank stare for a few seconds longer. Toichiro removes his hand from her shoulder and returns his voice to an audible level, his usual smile glowing.

"There are two people that will be able to help us. We can go see them tomorrow morning."

"Alright then, I'll be off-" Y/N says before being interrupted by Toichiro.

"You should spend the night here."

Y/N raises an eyebrow at him.

"You're not taking me to dinner first? Daring."

Toichiro laughs at her statement.

"It is far too late for you to be returning to the Capital now."

"Is it actually that late?" Y/N asks, peering out the window. Sure enough, the sun sets in the distance and a few stars peek out from behind orange clouds.

"I did find you a little after midday, it's only to be expected that it is this late," Toichiro smiles.

"I will go prepare a room for you, Mistress Y/N," Shizuki says before leaving the room. Toichiro follows after Shizuki, but not without playfully winking at Y/N first.

"Yep, he's trouble," Y/N sighs to herself. It is only then that she notices the two untouched cups of milk tea.

"Damn, two good cups of tea have gone to waste. Whelp, might as well."

The following day, Toichiro and Y/N make their way to the Shrine of the Hidden God.

"Who exactly are we going to see?" Y/N asks.

"Just two acquaintances of mine," Toichiro answers.

"It seems like everyone is an acquaintance. Do you even have any friends?" she questions. Toichiro stays silent, his pace increasing.

"That's… really sad, actually," Y/N mumbles, catching up to him.

"The people we are going to see will have all the information we need," Toichiro says, changing the topic.

"Sounds like you're taking me to a cult," Y/N laughs.

"A cult with only two people? That would be a clique," Toichiro says.

"You only need three people to form a cult. You, and those other two," Y/N continues on, Toichiro listening intently, "and I'm the fourth member you're trying to bring into your cult." "You are an interesting creature, Y/N," Toichiro says, smiling down at her. Her focus is elsewhere however, so she does not see it.

"You're calling me interesting? Big talk for a guy dressed as an animal," she says.

"I'm not dressed this way, I look like this," he says.

"Really? With the ears and everything?" she replies. "I was going to applaud you for making the outfit look so realistic, but now I'm finding out you didn't do anything at all. No need for me to praise your DNA."

"Ah, Y/N, you wound me," Toichiro teases.

"Stay hurt," Y/N teases back.

The pair arrive at the large torii gates and are greeted by many different creatures, large and small.

"We've been welcomed by a whole ecosystem," Y/N says.

"That would mean that Yura is around," Toichiro replies.

"Who?" Y/N asks.

Instead of getting an answer, Yura appears before them. He speaks to his critter friends and they retreat to the forest.

"My apologies. Greetings, Sir Toichiro," Yura says with a welcoming smile.

"Hello, Yura. This is Y/N," Toichiro says.

"Greetings, Lady Y/N," Yura says, turning to her.

"Hey. Nice to meet you," she says, "If I didn't know better, I'd probably think you’re a princess."

"'Princess'? How so?" Yura asks, taken aback.

"In the tales where I come from, princesses are well-liked by animals and are often surrounded by them. You might be a princess," she explains. Yura only laughs at Y/N's suggestion.

"He didn't deny it!" Y/N exclaims. Yura exchanges a glance with Toichiro and immediately understands what Toichiro does not. He smiles kindly at Y/N and invites the two inside.

"Come with me. Gaku awaits thee."

Inside, Gaku is fixing a broken clock.

"Gaku, we have guests," Yura announces, taking his seat at his brother's side. Toichiro and Y/N sit beside each other and opposite the twins. Gaku hastily peers at the two figures in front of him before resuming fiddling with the clock. Though a moment later, he addresses them (only because he can feel Yura telepathically glaring at him).

"Hi Toichiro and Shizuki," he grumbles.

"'Shizuki'?" Y/N repeats Gaku's words. Her voice strikes Gaku's ears and he jolts up instantly to study her properly.

"I'm Y/N, not Shizuki. That guy's kinda strange if I'm being honest," Y/N says. 

"And how do you think he would feel if I told him this?" Toichiro asks.

"I don't even care! He deserves to know, especially with that milk tea of his tasting like liquid coal," Y/N says. While the pair are bickering, Gaku looks over at Yura to see if he noticed it too. Yura smiles at Gaku knowingly, confirming the latter's suspicions.

"Apologies for that, we're here because of a little issue we've got going on," Y/N says, turning towards the twins.

"Go on," Gaku says.

"Okay, so-"

Y/N goes on to explain the full story from what happened in the studio to her inability to control her own body. Toichiro chimes in whenever necessary, adding in his experiences too. The more the pair reveal, the more concerned the twins get.

"And that's about everything," Y/N says, finishing her tale. The twins share a glance before Yura starts speaking.

"Lady Y/N, wouldst thou lose control over thy body when painting in the studio?" Yura asks.

"No. That only started after we were let go," she answers.

"After thou wert let go…" Yura mutters to himself before continuing, "Sir Toichiro, thou speaketh of chains consuming Lady Y/N?"

"Yes, it happened just as I turned into a kyubi," Toichiro replies.

"Oji even suggested that it may have signified something passed onto Y/N from Toichiro," Gaku says. Yura ponders for a while before sharing his thoughts with the group.

"Methinks thou wast cursed in thy past life, Sir Toichiro. The curse was placed upon thy ninth tail, preventing its appearance. Lady Y/N, when thou didst complete the painting, the curse latched onto thee."

Toichiro and Y/N look at each other worriedly.

"Who would've placed the curse on me in my past life?" Toichiro asks, all traces of his smile faded. The change in his demeanour leaves Y/N feeling more worried than before. If even he became serious, then this matter is far more vital than it seems.

"The onmyoji that contracted your past self," Gaku answers.

"Sorry for interrupting, but what's all this about past lives and on- onmyoji? What is that?" Y/N asks. Yura smiles gently at her.

"Ahh, of course. Thou is unaware of the existence of Ayakashi and onmyoji."

With incredible skill, Yura is able to shove down the events of Futaba and her contracted Ayakashi as well as their story 1 000 years ago into a seven-minute speech.

"I- Wow," Y/N blinks in amazement at the story she’s been told. Such stories would be considered myths where she is from, and, unfortunately, in the Capital too.

"Not too much for your little head to process, I hope?" Toichiro asks teasingly.

"Wait, I've got a big brain thought coming in," Y/N says, rubbing her temples.

"Yura had a kodoku curse that cursed his flute, so whenever he played, he could only play the Song of Death. What if that brother from 1 000 years ago cursed Toichiro with the same curse so that he couldn't use his ninth tail? And similarly to how Yura took the curse from Gaku, I took the curse from Toichiro when I finished that portrait, which might have been the curse's doing in the first place. Perhaps the curse wasn't even supposed to be placed on Toichiro-" Y/N rambles before Toichiro places a finger on her lips.

"Calm down, you're getting ahead of yourself," Toichiro whispers to her.

"I thought the same when Sir Toichiro mentioned the chains," Yura says, "It may indeed be a kodoku curse."

"And Y/N's probably right about that other thing. Brother's curse created the cursed plane he was trapped in, so that studio might have been your curse's equivalent," Gaku adds.

"Lady Y/N, if thou art correct about the true holder of the curse, then thy entrapment together was the process of shifting the curse," Yura concludes.

"That explains why you were physically trapped in the studio," Toichiro says, peering down at Y/N.

"No, it doesn't," she responds.

"I'm not agreeing with him, so I'll tell you myself," Gaku begins, "the curse was temporarily placed on Toichiro while it waited to latch onto you. Since a curse is physically placed on someone, it physically trapped you so it could transfer successfully."

"Oh, I see," Y/N says, "but that's still not everything answered."

"What do you mean?" Toichiro asks.

"We don't know why the curse is placed on me nor what part of me is cursed, since it's a kodoku curse and all. Not to mention this," Y/N voices her thoughts and taps on her wrist for the last one. Toichiro's brows furrow, but his worry quickly vanishes.

"Don't stress yourself over it, Y/N. We will learn more as time goes on," he says reassuringly.

"That's the first useful thing you've said," she remarks. Yura smiles at the pair's interactions.

"Thank you for your help, Yura and Gaku," Toichiro says, standing up to leave. Y/N follows not long after.

"Thank you so much. I can't say that this is the last time we'll come looking for your help though," Y/N laughs wryly.

"I hope 'tis not. Until we meet again, Lady Y/N and Sir Toichiro," Yura smiles warmly at the pair as they disappear into the forest.

"You don't think that he wanted to curse himself but knew he was going to die before he could so he temporarily placed it on Toichiro?" Gaku asks Yura who is still staring in the direction the pair left in.

"Mayhaps thou art correct, Gaku," Yura says.

"You recognised her spirit too, but-"

"It is as Sir Toichiro said. 'We will learn more as time goes on.' If she is truly his reincarnation, then time will tell us as such. Fate worketh in ways no mind can perceive." Gaku studies his brother's smile before returning to the broken clock he was originally working with.

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a/n: Hello again. It probably didn't make sense for Y/N to use red paint in Toichiro's portraits, so I wanted to show you the outfit that Toichiro wears in all the portraits painted:

He wears his regular outfit, but he wears the cape from his 2022 EN birthday card.

This red cape here, but without the dalmatian pattern. That part is just white.

Altogether, the outfit should look something like this:

Obviously, it isn't in chibi form. But ultimately, this is what the outfit looks like (without the crown, of course. He's not that special lol).

Also, the portrait is painted in this artstyle:

This is the artstyle from the games Life Gallery and Cat Museum. The developer is 751 Games.

The portrait is painted at a 45° angle with Toichiro looking at the viewer. Hopefully all this helps with visualising the portrait! I promise that if I knew how to draw, I'd draw the portrait. Anyways, thanks for reading this far. The next part will be up soon, and I hope you're enjoying so far!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Omg Toichiro 🤩

[girlinthetardis04]

Yes, yes Koga is smoking hot and such

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[quietbooklion]

Thoughts on: Toichiro

Alrighty, folks. We're finally here at the Twilight Faction! Took me a while to finish the Common Story and Toichiro's story since I was busy with IRL stuff but here I am now finally talking about this lovable trickster.

Given that it's been a good while since I've last read any of the Twilight Faction stories, I had a vague remembrance of what Toichiro's story was about but re-reading it this last week not only helped me remember what his story was about, it also made me remember why I liked him so much.

*This review will contain spoilers, you have been warned*

Toichiro lives up to being a kitsune: He can be deceptive, teasing, and tricky. But he's also kind, caring, and has a deep sense of determination. It's easy to think he's some kind of trickster, which he is, don't get me wrong. But he's a guy who not only wants what's best for his clan, but for those closest to him, in both the Kitsune village and the Capital. Not to mention this dude has no sense of frugality in him and enjoys spending his money on fancy stuff. To which I say: pop off, king.

He's a man who says it as it is and I like that bluntness about him. He's not afraid to voice his opinions and though they can border on being a bit mean, there's still some truth to what he says. And I enjoyed it when Futaba or any of the other guys challenge him on his views. Not only that, but Toichirio shows great growth from realizing that it's OK to ask for help, to rely on others all while still accomplishing his goal of being the next leader.

To add to this, I think he has the greatest sense of conviction out of everyone in the game (sorry Ginnojo). When you get around to reading the part where he and Futaba are in the Kitsune village after the Senkitai attacked them, its there where his true ideals shine. And I loved every minute of this! Toichiro swallows his pride and tells Futaba that he wants to support the people who had helped him in the past. He doesn't want to be the leader for selfish reasons but for something good. He's willing to move heaven and earth for it. He isn't going to let anyone or anything stop him for showing just how thankful he is to those who supported him. This man truly know what it means to be humble. I love this sly, sexy fox.

Unfortunately, there is one thing that I really didn't like. His ending kind of disappointed me. It wasn't an egregious ending as I did still like it. But I wished things would've turned out differently because in all honesty, his ending was anticlimactic. Basically, Futaba finally helps awaken Toichiro's ninth tail and he was able to use the full power of the Kyubi and drive back the Senkitai. You would think that it solves his story arc right? Kind of??? And this is where my disappointment shows because not long after this, his ninth tail disappears and he's back to living in the capital. Like, really? All that effort into helping him get his ninth tail and it just disappears in the next chapter??? I understand it was so he could stay in the Capital and be with Futaba but I wish it felt more satisfying. I was still satisfied with the story overall, but I wished it ended slightly different.

Even with a somewhat lackluster ending, I still think that Toichiro's route was great. Near perfection. Now I'm looking forward to reading the event stories he's in to get more lore. Overall, a great character and a great story.

4/5 stars.

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Ayakashi Romance Reborn - Toichiro Yuri