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dnangelic · 21 days ago

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' mm ? isn't that a celebrity style ? ' and wasn't this his very own impish opportunity ? he flashes sakura a similar heart all the same ; sets his fingers in a readied , practiced instant and charmingly winks , her better mirror . even if he ended up getting nothing else out of this incident , at least there would have been this --- a mutual exchange that sakura herself no doubt didn't even realize , and probably wouldn't until it was too late .

' it's only recently that sort of thing started getting popular , but making one out of both your hands goes much older than that , no ? if you're enthusiastic enough , you can even make one out of both your arms and your head . ' he simpers ; laughs lightly in a way that his voice seems to soften by it . ' there are all sorts of ways to show people love . '

( some larger , some smaller , some more shy , and some far more grander . )

' ... but , well , as for me being weird --- '

the door's finally shut behind sakura and he slips into silence . if he's bearing any sort of expression , then it stays hidden by lack of view --- yet it doesn't take long for his voice to lilt , the playful , chipper tilt of his head just as audible as sakura's thorough sarcasm .

' --- you've only just started thinking that ? '

most people began with the wings . and then , left with nothing but grim mystery and their own imaginations , they continued to spin up absurd rumor and distort him more and more , too often making something only remotely manlike into something truly grotesque . his reputation as a thief mingled with deeper suspicion and various horror stories : little by little , his consumption of hearts turned literal and bloody , and he became both the rotten idol and worshiped bogeyman that parents warned might deceive and turn stray good family's children , if not outright steal them away . his devilish attraction only seemed to be all for the worse , a touchless source of strife , envy , and endless fascination and wonder .

likewise , amidst the storm of this infinite chatter and chaos perpetually surrounding him ; the black-pupil stages of hundreds of thousands of eyes , there wasn't anywhere that he truly belonged .

( ... too slow . )

he doesn't say it , and only laughs again at sakura's various answers . ' --- my schemes , huh . ' what right did he have to sound so utterly resigned over arrogant as he usually did ? and yet , the guilt still pangs , the sorrow does too , each a bullet fired into the empty , dark hall of his heart's atrium . his voice has turned hollow : his greatest heist , that which even he was reluctant to take part in , might have been somehow fooling sakura into tolerating his continued company .

' ... it's a good indulgence , ' he has to say something beyond just repetition , he thinks , and so he does . ' nobody's getting hurt . if you wanted me to return the favor by dressing up or walking out with you be it as a beautiful man or woman , i wouldn't have any complaints , either . ' but he knew sakura and her personal preferences better , or at least he wanted to believe that he did . ' i doubt that you'd care for all the attention i'd end up attracting , though ... so there's nothing that i can do . '

conceited as the idea of himself might have seemed , wasn't it shameful too , to have to confess to how little he truly had ? thieves stole because everything that they wanted was out of their hands and perpetually in someone else's . beyond his foul , demanding presence , he had utterly nothing to give ; nothing that he could create , beyond what he could simply have taken then moved over in a way that would have surely only displeased sakura further . somewhere deep within him his heart beats out an apology , a dull , soft-thudding stammer of : i'm sorry , i'm sorry .

even desiring it , he had no controlling clutch on a thing like sakura's own happiness . he was helpless , and his one regret remained that his scheming , curse-like nature would surely only remain unchanged . unlike his face , whose flesh twitches and adjusts the instant he hears any door's unlocking click , evaporating itself in an instant of any grim cloud and evident loneliness .

' --- if anything's turned out wrong , then i'll help you fix it . though , as long as you didn't put the whole thing on backwards , i'm sure it's just fine . ' his hands loosely applaud as he fast glides away from any of his previous thoughts . he's playful once more ; eager , even . ' finally , it's about time ... let's see how cinder --- no , sakura-ella's cleaned up for the ball . '

...a heart with her hands...?

“Don’t you only use your thumb an’ pointer finger to make a heart?” She’s genuinely asking here, genuinely confused; she’s seen some of her classmates make’em before for selfies, but that’s the extent of it. She’s never really been one to do it, but for the sake of just checking, she pauses on her way to the bathroom to pull her hand out from under the dress—this stupid dress that, for whatever reason, is soooo tied up into his happiness—to try and copy the move, brows furrowed together at the easy join-and-slide of the two fingers.

She really doesn’t get him sometimes.

“Man, you’re weird.” A long-suffering sigh, a spared glance as she nudges her bathroom door open with a foot; “But, dammit, how long are you gonna go on about that? Are the words really such a big deal to you? I said I’d wear this so I didn’t have to say nothin’...”

Interesting as it would be to hear some Magic spells come outta his mouth if she did agree (if only because he keeps denying to show her any of the real ones he sometimes talks about and this is the next best thing), she does want to point that fact out, too. That deal is what even started this, after all.

(Not that it really was a deal, more-so just her tryin’ to get him off her back for somethin’ stupid, but whatever.)

What’s still a little concerning is the matter of Wiz—or not Wiz?? Two Wiz’s?? Wiz squared??? Why would both of the guys from Azumano have some kinda animal named Wiz in the first place?? As much as she’s fond of Wiz-rabbit, the idea’s just ridiculous.

The longer she tries to reason out a, well, reason, though, the harder it gets for her to think about it—because they are two different creatures, that’s clear a damn day, and it wouldn’t make sense if Dark just magically (irony not intended) knew Dai’s rabbit, either. The similarity is prickly, though, settling somewhere in her mind as something that bothers her but that she can’t really figure out, but...ugh, it makes her head hurt to try and make sense of. Too many weird things surround the two of them, but, at the end of the day, she’s got no real reason to be questioning anything.

(To his credit, it is the first time she’s seen this other one. And, unfortunate for her, she does trust him—to a degree only, she’ll insist, just to a degree).

She’ll just keep an eye on Wiz-rabbit, next time he and Dai’re over. Not as quick of a decision as the one to ignore his scold for her to be careful is, but still a decision.

Just as she’s made that decision, though, is she looking back over to him—only half-listening to his words, that entire time, as she considered the two animals—and comes back to full awareness. She’s halfway to making some sorta comment about the length (Who in the hell thought to make’em like that?) when she catches sight of his flush.

Honestly, if it’d been kept at that, maybe she would’ve been fine. Could’a teased him, even, for getting all heart-eyed. But the sight of his swoon and that word together makes her pause all over again.

‘Beautiful legs’, huh?

(Yeah, right, like that’s somethin’ to apply to mine.)

Whether he really has her in mind about it is up for grabs, but Haruka’s too focused on the knowledge of her own self, of her own body, to think about it. It’s not even that she, herself, thinks of them in any negative way (most of the time), but she’s also not stupid. The zig-zag of gashes old and newer; scars gone white and scars still dark; some raised, some indented into her skin, and some only noticeable under direct light after positioning herself this way and that—none of that’s beautiful. She doesn’t even want it to be, really, but she especially just doesn’t think so. They’re just...they’re there, and the truth is that they make her no looker (though, really, she didn’t need to go tearing into her own flesh to do that; her hair and eyes did that enough, for the average person), so she thinks—no, she knows that if Dark were to see her legs, he’d take his words right back.

The thought really doesn’t hurt, it just...doesn’t make her feel great, either.

It isn’t his fault, though, and she knows better than to make it that way, so she just shoves the feeling down.

“Like I said a minute ago—weird.” And with that, she disappears behind the bathroom door, closing it up as she lays the dress out over her sink—Nowhere else to put it besides the bath or the toilet, but I’ll be damned if he starts bitchin’ about that—and brings the thing from the storage room out from under her arm. A plastic-wrapped package, mostly see-through save for the label, and encasing a white, non-see-through material; to put it plainly, a pair of tights. They’d been given to her a few weeks back, maybe even a month, by now, but she hadn’t really had any opportunity or drive to open them up--and, sure, they probably hadn’t been intended to have their first use go like this, but, hey. Everything starts somewhere.

“Gee, though, wonder why you’re askin’ me that now.” Sardonic, she rolls her eyes, despite knowing he won’t be able to see’em (but screw it, maybe he’ll hear’em); fine, maybe she is talkin’ back this time just for the sake of it, but she’s pretty sure he would not have done it if she hadn’t brought it up! And still does she hesitate to answer—if only because she’s gotta undress and read the instructions on how to put the tights on, but that’s not her fault.

Surprisingly, though, they’re the easiest things to put on so far—they’re waist-high, which is a bonus because nothin’ can peek out from under the dress’ skirt with’em that high, and just had to be stepped into and rolled over herself once her pajama pants were off—and it has them climbing her clothes-rankings in an instant. And they’re even pretty soft, the material having a surprising amount of give and stretch to’em! Man, if she’d known that, she’d have at least tried them on way sooner than now!

...but then she’s straightening up, though, and the thing she’s really meant to be puttin’ on comes back into her field of vision, and her enthusiasm gets a little curbed. Well, whatever—as much as she’s a little miffed to have been pushed and teased and joked with to get to this point, this probably won’t be so bad. It is just a dress; it’s just somethin’ to wear.

“The day was fine, though, if ya really wanna know—or, at least, it was before I agreed to some idiot bird’s schemes.”

(As much as she’s bitching, though, Haruka knows, deep-down, that things wouldn’t have come so far without her allowing them to at all; there wasn’t anyone alive who could make her do some shit she didn’t wanna do. As annoying as Dark can get, too, he isn’t truly very pushy when she really refuses somethin’. It’s a good quality about him, one she appreciates more than she doesn’t.)

She snorts a disbelieving little chuckle, then, and adds, “But if me doin’ this makes ya happy or whatever, I guess it isn’t a total waste of time, either.”

The happiness of her friends is, after all, more important to her than anything else on the planet. Not that she’d ever say it out loud like that, and not that it doesn’t feel silly to say somethin’ so serious over her putting on a maid dress, but still.

“I, uh...think I have everything on right, though?” At the very least, the dress itself is now, also, on. “So I’ll come out.”

#*･ﾟ⊰ IC. ⊱#cherriedrage #CANON.#if hes ever not dramatic then hes dead. or a fake. shoot that one-#HELP OIWJJALKFJLLJG WELL IF IT'S A SHORT ONE THERE'S NOT MUCH TO IT #JUST STEP IN!!! DARK VC GO IN 👉 (INTO THE DRESS?) GO INTO THE DRESS 👉#'wiz is just a really popular pet name' is in fact the lie dark's going to be using until the secret is out. tbh. kajwijaoiwjaoijfkj #LAUGHS only dark n dai can help wiz change forms too so they could always show sakura when the time comes 😔🙏#dark n dai (singular) n wiz (singular)#IJWEAWEJGKJGKJ IM SORRY WE DIDNT BELIEVE IN HER EITHER OK. OK?? WE DONT HATE U SAKURAAAAAAAAA #WE'VE LEARNED WIJWIOJLJKFKJGKJ #'im not so damn hopeless' dark is though but maybe we shouldnt bring that up #hes not going to bring it up. sakura: steps into the bathroom for so n so minutes #dark. immediately: i can't do anything right for you and worst of all i've somehow tricked you into letting me. a monster. stick around ---#can't cook to make her happy can't steal anything to make her happy hes hashtag PATHETIC AND HE KNOWS IT!!!#ngl im sorry sakura she goes over to their mansion and she'd straight up get lost. iONAGJLAKJFKG #RIGHT INSIDE THE BUILDING. ITS LIKE THOSE LIMINAL HOTEL SPACES THE HALLWAYS JUST KEEP GOING AND GOING #SAKURA'S WONDERING IF SHES GONNA DIE IN THERE WITH NONE OF THE OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS FINDING HER TIL DAI POPS UP OUTTA NOWHERE #TO BRING HER TO DINNER #ALKFJLAJKJFKGJ #boy they'd really stuff her too. when sato ends up over for a day absolutely everybody's piling foods onto his plate #dai. dai's dad. dai's mom. dai's grandpa #it's so funny and cute. for sato it was way too much for him but sakura might just meet her stomach's match-

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