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gravehags · 1 year ago
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separated by a degree
Pairing: Cirrus x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit
18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Tags: domme Cirrus, mild BDSM, face sitting, pussy eating, fingering
Words: 2,742
Summary: You've had a rough week. Cirrus is here to make it all better.
a/n: RING A DING DING PART 6 Y'ALL like it goes without saying but Cirrus could step on my neck and I'd say thank you so this is an ode to that
@terzosbignaturals EAT UP
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This week had just been too much. Too fucking much.
Ever since you bid Mountain and Aether a lingering, intimate adieu after your evening together, everything has gone to shit. The plumbing in your shower - no one else’s, you sourly think - has gone out, forcing you to have to travel all the way across the abbey to Cumulus’ room every night just to bathe. It’s not that you don’t want to see her - quite the opposite - but something about inelegantly stomping the halls in your damp flip-flops and wet hair back to your room makes you agitated. On top of that, you’ve been assigned to your usual library duties as well as being an altar sibling every mass. You’re exhausted, both mentally and physically, and you haven’t been this anxious since you were a novitiate in Papa Secondo’s summoning classes. You’ve barely seen the ghouls, let alone spent time with them, and the loneliness is beginning to take its toll. You’re currently flopped on your duvet half naked after a long mass led by Papa Nihil, groaning into the empty space when there’s a knock at your door.
“What?” you shout, throwing an arm over your eyes.
“It’s me,” comes a feminine voice from the other side whom you identify as Cirrus. Shooting up from your bed you pad over to the door and open it while still hiding your body behind it.
“Gonna let me in?” she purrs, giving what’s visible of your form a once over.
“Uh…I’m…indisposed.” you say stupidly, to which she snorts.
“Half the pack has seen everything you have to offer and now you’re shy? Cute.” She’s smirking and leaning against the entryway as you grip the door tighter.
“What’s up?” you ask in a high pitched voice, changing the subject. If this is a come on you’re flattered, and part of you aches for it but the ache in your brain and body is much more powerful.
“Wanted to offer my services,” she says, tracing a claw down the wood of the door.
“Oh?” you say, somewhat intrigued. “And what does that entail?”
“Stress relief,” Cirrus says airily, “you’ve been going through so much recently, sweetheart. And I,” she steps forward slightly, entering your space, “can help.”
You don’t even realize that you’ve opened the door wider until she’s curling a lock of your hair around her long finger and staring at you intently. Her tail slips around you and rubs gently against the curve of your ass. Your lips are parted and you’re about to say something when all of a sudden she’s stepping back. 
“Not tonight, though, I understand,” she says, examining her nails with a sigh.
“I need to shower,” you blurt out. A vaguely sinister grin unfurls on her lips.
“Use mine,” she says, leaning her head against the doorframe, tail flicking behind her lazily.
Your mouth is dry. “Okay. Yeah just let me…let me get my stuff.”
“Just a robe should be fine,” Cirrus comments, her eyes drifting towards the ceiling. “You won’t need much else.”
You clench your thighs together at the surge of wetness that creeps out of you and your clit throbs at the brief contact. If Cirrus sees you do it, she doesn’t comment on it. Abandoning your post at the door you go back to the bathroom and remove your bra and panties, already soaked through. Sliding the fluffy, dark red bathrobe over your shoulders and securing it at the waist, you return to Cirrus.
“Ready,” you say, sounding altogether too goddamn eager and Cirrus knows it judging from the way the points of her teeth peek out from between her lips.
“C’mon baby,” she purrs, escorting you down the hall with her hand on the small of your back. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
The walk down to the ghoul den is quiet, but you do pass Aether in the hallway and give him a little wave. When he sees who accompanies you he lets out a rather ominous chuckle and winks at the other ghoul. Cirrus looks entirely too pleased as she opens her bedroom door and ushers you inside, closing the door behind the both of you with a loud snap.
Her room is a beautiful collection of dark blues and blacks, making you feel like you’re hanging amidst the stars in the night sky. It’s calming and she seems to enjoy how your shoulders slump in relaxation.
“Go shower,” she nudges you towards the bathroom door, “then I’ll take care of you.”
You’re about to shut the door behind you when she calls out, “oh and…no need to put the robe back on.”
There it is, that sensation in your belly you feel in every encounter you have with the ghouls. That wonderful feeling of anticipation that lingers in your veins, the promise of something positively delicious, has you grinning as you turn the water on.
Cirrus’ products are nice…very nice…and you enjoy the heady fragrance that perfumes your hair after you step out of the shower. Drying off, you regard yourself in the semi-fogged over mirror. You have no idea what to expect from this encounter and it turns you on immensely. With a sigh, you drop the towel and head out to see Cirrus. Opening the door you hesitate slightly, until you peek your head around it and see what’s waiting for you. While you were in the shower, Cirrus transformed. She is no longer wearing the standard ghoul outfit you’ve come to expect, but rather a beautiful black lace lingerie set that makes your jaw drop. Your gaze drags over the rounded curve of her hips and her dark nipples - hard beneath the expensive material. Suddenly, you become hyper aware of how you’re standing stark naked in Cirrus’ bathroom doorway and move to cover yourself. She watches you hunch over yourself and grabs something from the nightstand. You recognize what’s in her hands as a leather flogger, the handle intricately and tightly woven. She runs the tendrils through her fingers as she approaches you. Flushing from tip to toe you move to touch her - anything to distract from your vulnerable state - but she stops you with the end of the whip against your sternum.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she smiles, canting her hip, “you have to earn that, pet.”
You pout at her and she gives you a look, tucking the end of the flogger under your chin to raise it.
“Get on the bed,” she snarls suddenly, “hands and knees.”
You feel her eyes follow you as you make your way to the bed and climb atop the dark duvet. On your hands and knees, as she requested, you feel a sense of humiliation wash over you and also…something else. You’re enjoying yourself. With a grin, you arch your back to expose your ass and cunt to Cirrus’ gaze. She approaches behind you and runs the flogger along your back and down your legs, making you shiver. When you attempt to crane your neck to look at her she strikes, hard and fast against your ass. You cry out and jolt forward, making her giggle.
“Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat,” she purrs, once again dragging the flogger gently against your bare skin. The sting of the first strike hasn’t faded when she hits you again. The bite of the leather tendrils against your haunches makes you cunt ache and you feel yourself drip onto the covers. She hums as she observes the mess you’re making.
“Do you like being exposed like this?” She strikes a third time, your mind spinning. When you don’t answer she strikes again.
“Yes!” you howl, cunt clenching around nothing.
“Yes, what?” she asks sweetly.
“Yes…mistress?” you guess and she strikes you again, making you sob.
“Say it like you mean it.”
When she runs the flat of her palm over the abused skin of your ass you want to cry. It’s the first time she’s touched your bare flesh and you ache for her.
“Yes, mistress!” you pant as she squeezes the globe of your ass hard enough for her claws to dig in.
“How much more can you take?” Cirrus wonders aloud, coming over to your face to tilt your chin up once again. Your damp hair hangs around your face and tears streak down your cheeks. Cirrus gives you a pointed look, indicating that although she is in control, she is ultimately asking you for permission. You nod your head in her grip.
“More, please,” you say hoarsely. She breaks character for a moment and allows her face to split in a beautiful smile.
“Good girl,” she coos, running a single claw down your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”
You exhale shakily, feeling more wetness slide down your thighs.
When she returns to her position at your ass and cracks the flogger across your skin once more, you practically choke on the broken moan that slips out of you. Your arms are shaking, trying their damndest to hold you up. She slides the leather tendrils between your thighs to graze against your clit and your arms give out. You sob into the duvet as you prop yourself up on your elbows - the best you can do in your state. Cirrus doesn’t seem to mind as she is instead content to drag the flogger through your sopping folds, enjoying the way your mess glistens on the leather.
“Can you handle two more?” she asks idly, caressing your ass again.
“Yes, mistress,” you pant, whining when she removes her hand from you. The flogger comes down on your skin twice in rapid succession and your moan is more of a shout. Cirrus steps away from the bed and sets the flogger down.
“So good for me,” she croons, running a finger down your spine. “Can you be good for me a little longer?”
Your forehead hits the duvet as you whimper into the fabric. The ache in your backside stings like nothing you’ve ever felt before, but the ache in your cunt takes precedence. You push yourself back to sit on your knees and let out a ragged breath.
“Yes, mistress,” you say with surprising steadiness. Cirrus beams at you and climbs on the bed next to you.
“Lie down, pet,” she murmurs, nudging you up. You crawl towards the pillows and practically collapse on them, simply relieved to no longer be on your knees. She watches your every move as you adjust and then slowly, she slides up your body. You’re desperate to touch her, and tell her so. She laughs, her breath hot against your skin as she traces patterns into your side.
“Hmm, I suppose you’ve earned it,” she murmurs and your hands fly to her waist. You want to see more, feel more of her so you cautiously slip the lace underwear she’s wearing off her hips. She allows it, still propped up above you, and kicks the garment off when it slides down her legs. 
“You have one more task, pet, and you’ll get your reward,” she coos in your ear, before pushing herself up. Grabbing the headboard she pulls her body up yours and in a smooth motion straddles your head. Cirrus hovers there for a moment and you sigh when you glimpse how fucking wet she is. The knowledge that she is just as affected as you are makes your heart sing and you’re desperate to taste her. Slowly, too slowly for your liking but you remain silent, she lowers her cunt to your mouth. You slide your hands up her thighs to grip at her hips before leaning up to give her an experimental lick. When your tongue runs through her folds, tasting her for the first time, the both of you moan in tandem. You are dying to hear her make that noise again so you swipe your tongue upwards once more, this time teasing at her clitoral hood. Her hips buck and you hear the headboard creak under her grip. When you latch your mouth onto her cunt, she gasps so hard she almost chokes. Exposing her clit you wrap your lips around her and suckle at the bud.
“Fuck, baby,” she whines from above you, and your grip on her hips tightens. “That’s it, don’t stop.”
So you don’t.
Your face is a dripping mess as you continue to suck at her clit, pausing every once in a while to drag your tongue through her. You can tell she’s trying her hardest to remain in this position, her thighs shaking with the effort. When you bring her hips down lower onto your mouth, you groan into her folds and she whimpers. Gently, you probe your tongue inside of her and she lets out a loud moan that makes your clit throb. As you fuck her with your mouth her hips begin shifting. She’s riding your face as delicately as she can but when you latch yourself onto her clit again her bucks become fiercer. She’s chanting your name as you moan against her cunt, sliding one hand in your hair to pull at it. Her body is tensing - you know her end is coming - so your assault becomes vicious, wanting desperately to see her come undone.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, “I’m gonna cum, baby. Ah–ah–I’m gonna–”
Cirrus climaxes with a high pitched drawn out moan, and you continue licking and sucking at her. Her body twists and contorts above your head as you hold her firmly against your mouth. After several moments, she murmurs your name and you reluctantly release her from your grasp. When she moves off of you and settles in between your legs, she gazes at you adoringly. You’re a mess - covered in her slick from the nose down - and you lick your lips as you look at her.
“You,” she breathes, and you let your lips slip into a smile. You’re practically glowing with pride and she beams back at you while stroking the insides of your thighs.
“You’ve more than earned your reward, my pet,” she says, nuzzling your mound. When she finally spreads your legs, a litany of “thank yous” fall from your lips. Just as she did, you cry out when her mouth slides over your clit and she wastes no time in drawing your pleasure from you. She hums against your cunt as she slides one finger, then two in between your folds and begins fucking you intently. Cirrus isn’t here to tease you any more - she’s on a mission - and she’s ruthless. You’ve got your fingers buried in her hair, thumbs caressing the base of her horns, as she pistons her fingers inside you at a staggering rate. 
“Cirrus,” you keen, all formalities forgotten, “Cirrus, honey, don’t stop.”
When you reach your climax you feel it from head to toe, building at the base of your spine and spreading to all your extremities. You cry out her name again and again and she continues fucking you through your orgasm. Your body is limp and twitching and she’s still going until you finally beg for her to stop. Now her face is covered in your juices as she leans back and removes her bra, finally exposing all of herself to you. Arousal twitches slightly in your gut as you view her bare breasts, but ultimately nothing comes of it as she snuggles against you.
“Goddamn,” you breathe and she smiles against your shoulder.
“You good?” she asks, reaching up to pet your still-damp hair.
“You could say that,” you grin, turning on your side to face her. She looks beautiful, her cheeks just as flushed at yours. And just as sticky. When you move to get up to grab a wet rag she frowns and drags you back down, wrapping her arm around your body and bringing you close.
“You smell like me,” she says, inhaling deep at your scalp.
“Yeah, I’m covered in your pussy juice,” you say wryly, which makes her laugh out loud. The sound makes your heart ache and you rest a palm on her cheek.
“Thank you for this,” you murmur quietly. She leans in to give you the only kiss of the night you’ve had, and it’s so terribly soft. She’s purring as she pulls away from you.
“You make a good pet,” she says with a little half-grin. “Think I might keep you,”
That wouldn’t be so bad.
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spadecentral · 2 years ago
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👬 We Used To Be Best Friends | Ace Trappola x Deuce Spade
>> requested: no >> a/n: I got really sad bc I had a song on repeat and decided to share the pain with everyone because goddamn I need people to feel the same pain I feel and cry for half an hour like I did.
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>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: ace and deuce finally meet up after they leave nrc >> reader prns: n/a >> warning(s): arguing
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"What happened to us?" Ace asked.
"We used to be best friends..." Deuce said dismissively.
Both men looked severely different from their college years. They had both lost their more... childish natures and had adopted a much more poised attitude.
Neither had talked to the other much since Yuu had left. No one had expected the two peas in a pod, the two Heartslabyul 'froshs', the adeuce duo, to split apart just like that. Yet there they were.
They didn't know who they were even speaking to, really. Both men only remembered the college version of the other. They didn't know where the other worked, how their family life was, they forgot the other's favorite food.
"So uh..." Ace muttered, his hand coming up to play with the hair on the back of his head. "What's happened with you?"
Deuce unstiffened by about a millimeter. "Nothing much. Got a job, bought a house, y'know. Life happened, I suppose."
"Woah, you're telling me that you got a job? You. Loosey-Deucey got a job." Ace joked, craking a smile.
Deuce didn't take it as lightly. "Yeah, so? What's that supposed to mean, Trappola?"
Trappola. The word resonated within Ace's mind. Not Ace. Not some lame nickname. Trappola.
"Ah. I see how it is then, Spade." Ace said coldly, returning the harsh gesture.
Deuce's lips pursed together, a harsh look forming on his face. "Yeah."
"Great speaking to you, Spade." Ace spat. "Truly an enlightening, wonderful experience."
"Yeah, well I didn't have much fun seeing your face either," Deuce responded. "Asshole."
"Repeat that right fucking now," Ace's vision turned redder by the second.
"No. I don't think I will," the blue-haired man crossed his arms.
"Come on, Spade." Ace egged him on, nearing closer and closer to the other. "Say it again."
"No, Trappola." Deuce said. "Cut the crap already. We aren't fucking sixteen anymore."
Ace paused in his approach.
"We don't go to NRC anymore. We don't hang with each other anymore. We haven't since..." Deuce drifted off for a second. "We haven't spoken since Yuu was here."
"How dare you–"
"Shut up, Ace." Deuce said. "Seven above... maybe it was a good thing we stopped talking."
...
Maybe it was a good thing...?
"Yeah." Ace could barely see straight. "Maybe it fucking was."
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aveegrex · 2 years ago
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A FOOL
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a little off the scene hurt to comfort with Gojo.
genre: tiny hurt, mostly comfort, lots of teasing pairing: Gojo x gn!reader word count: 0,5k cw: none, just gojo's baffoonery
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Gojo is so goddamn awkward. A clumsy mess of limbs too long and an attention span of a goldfish. Awkward with his stupid blindfold and lopsided smile. 
An idiot even. He’d be the village simpleton in medieval times, the one who bumps into trees and picks his nose and asks the cows how they’re doing. 
He’s so stupid like that, kneeling before you, blindfold off, those dumb thoughtless eyes so big it’s like he just smoked a whole bush of weed. 
Such a moron, holding your hands in his with fat tears running down his cheeks and staining your only good jeans. There’s snot there too, probably. Ew. 
“Please, I’m so sorry, it’s-, - he’s mumbling, speech evolved to neanderthal level at best. - Y-you said… I … I mean, ther-there was that th-thing an… and I-I thoooought-”
“You’re gross”
“I kno-o-o-o-owwww” - and like you didn’t have enough already he’s outright bawling, clutching your hands in his sweaty palms tighter. He tries to nuzzle his face into your lap, but you’re quick to catch him midway, pulling on those somehow damp locks. 
Annoyed sigh leaving your lips, you tilt your head to the side, eyes squinted. “You were saying?”
“Y-yeah, ghm, um, I’m sor-sorry. - we’re off to hiccups phase now, oh dear. - I-I t-tried to, hmph, t-to get he-here oon time, b-but the t-train! A-and I was la-hc-laaate!!!”
Whiney Gojo drops his head, his shoulders trembling with sobs, and he’s so so so pathetic in his sorrow, so very brainless and whimpy that you can’t help but quit that stern parental act and just flop to the floor to him, hugging him tight to your chest. 
“You wanted to get here on time so we could celebrate our first New Year together?” - your hands rubbing his back in circles. 
“Ye-yeah, b-but that stu-upid train gh-got del..delayed and I’m late and you’re mad and I’m stupi-”
“And you even bought a gift for me there in Okinawa?”
“It’s.. yeah, and it’s stupid and late toooooo” - he weakly gestures to the shopping bag by the table, the only elegant entity in your whole apartment as to now. 
You chuckle, cupping his hands and squishing his sticky cheeks, your thumb rubbing away some of the tears. 
“You’re laughing. - the smooshed sound of his quiet voice reaching your ears. - It’s oh-okay though. I’m ridiculous”
“You so are. - you kiss his puckered lips, salty of his earlier demise. - It’s okay though”
Yeah, Gojo is stupid and clumsy and gross and dumb and absolutely inept for anything remotely normal. His limbs are too long and his blindfold is weird and his smile absolutely resembles one of a country fool. 
But even if he bawls like a child when he’s exactly five minutes late to your first New Year’s eve as a couple, you’re still enamored and absolutely in love with this huge blonde praying mantis. It’s just a little hard not to tease him sometimes.
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knight-queen · 4 years ago
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Dark Fate – Kou Mukami (Ecstasy Prologue) + CG
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[Maniac Epilogue]  [Ecstasy Pro]  [Ecs 01]  [Ecs 02]  [Ecs 03]  [ Ecs 04 ] [ Ecs 05] [Ecs 06 ]  [Ecs7]  [Ecs 8 ] [Ecs 9]  [Ecs 10]  [Ecstasy Epilogue]
Place: 森 / Forest
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Yui: (Certainly they are chasing after us…!)
Kou: M-neko chan, this way!
Yui: Y- yes!
*After a while*
Yui: Haah...hah…!
Kou: M-neko chan...are you okay?
Yui: Yeah...what about you? Doesn’t your injury hurt?
Kou: Not at all. It’s nothing so you can get relieved.
Yui: I am glad…
Kou: But at this rate...no good.
Because of the lunar eclipse, my sensation skills have weakened, so I can’t say where the bullets are coming from.
Shit, who the hell called hunters or whatever in the demon world…!
Yui: (Vampire hunters...they’re obvious enemies to Kou kun, I think.)
(I bet he’s much scared of them. Even when the ancestors (founders) attacked, he was calmer than this.)
Kou: ...Ah, sorry. I have...lose self-control.
Yui: Don’t care about it. More than that, who are called vampire hunters?
Kou: Vampire hunters are the people who follow orders of the Church and they’re demon-killers.
Typically, their main work is to get rid of the demons who’ll peak at the human world.
Yui: (Then, they should rarely come to the demon world…)
(Who summoned them here actually?)
Kou: Even also, those who aim to target the vampires by using bullets made of silver, are also called vampire hunters.
Normally, there shouldn’t be any reason to escape but...damn!
(Lunar eclipse...it feels so different than usual)
Kou: Anyway, for these hunters, we have to 一
Yui: ...Kou kun, just now
Kou: They’re close…
Yui: (What should we do...at this point)
Kou: It can’t be helped, if so then getting despaired is the only choice.
Yui: What are you planning to do?
Kou: I’ll do this..!!
*The forest is burning*
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Yui: (Just by snapping the fingers, the forest gets...fire!)
What...the fire gets spreading widely.
Kou: I don’t know whether it will resist them or not but, it should be enough to protect us.
 一 Come’on , let’s go by this chance.
Yui: Yes…!
*After sometimes*
Place: Forest
Yui: Haah haah…
*Gun shoots*
Kou: Ugh…!
Yui: (We’re keep running, but vampire hunters are still after all…!)
Kou: Expectedly, that wasn’t enough to stop them huh…!
Yui: (Now we’ll eventually get caught by the fire...Kou kun will)
Kyaa…!
*Screen shakes*
Kou: M-neko chan!
Yui: Haah...haah...haa...I- I am fine...I got swayed a little...just that…
Kou: Kh….
Yui: (My leg got twisted. But...if I don’t stand up and run then)
I’m sorry Kou kun. I’m okay...so let’s hurry.
Kou: Place your arms at my neck, hold on.
Yui: I- I am fine...kh!
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Kou: Just listen and embrace me. I don’t wanna hurt you where I’m aware of it, Please.
Yui: ...got it.
Kou: Hold me tightly okay?
Yui: (I ended up being a bother to him...even though, right now, he’s the one to face hard times)
Place: 洞窟 / Cave
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Kou: I’ll lower your hand now, be careful.
Yui: Thank you….what’ll we do hereafter?
If they find us here, we can’t escape anymore.
Kou: Gh….
Yui: What’s wrong...kou kun?
Kou: It’s fine now.
Yui: Fine...what?
*Fades to CG as he shows a knife*
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Kou: Hold this.
Yui: ...Knife? Why are you telling me to...hold this...why?
Kou: If I’m going to die like this, then I want to be ended up by your hands.
Yui: …...kh!!
Kou: Please!!
Yui: I can’t...something like.
Kou: Yui, it’s something I’m requesting.
Yui: NO…! You told us to be together forever….!!
Kou: We’re together. I am forever and ever, by your side.
If you are my blue sky then I’m your blue sky too. So, you can say it by looking up.
I am always with you.
Yui: No….!! I absolutely can’t take your life like this…!!
I am alive, because you’re with me. And that’s the way I have chosen to live all the way…!
(With a knife...I can’t do it!)
NO... absolutely NO!
Kou: The end of a vampire's long life is the beginning of celebration, that’s what Ruki kun said.
With this, I can vanish this cursed body. It’s not something to be sad like humans.
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Yui: Kou kun, you’re not cursed!
Kou: ……
To be struck by bullets...and get beaten, I can’t die like this where I’m cursed!
Yui: …...gh!
Kou: Atleast, at the moment I’ll die, I want to...pass away by watching my life as my pride.
When I’ll think you love me...I’d like to get dissolved in the sky.
Yui: Kou kun…
Kou: Please.
*Takes the knife*
Yui: (Is it really the end…? Isn’t there any other way?)
(He said, if I kill him then...it will be the most blessed thing for him?)
(If it’s the most important wish for my lover then...I will) (1)
*CG Fades as someone holds Kou*
Kou: ...Kh!
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Yui: (There’s a shadow...behind Kou kun!)
Kou: …….Good evening, hunter san.
Yui: (He’s pointing the gun to Kou kun’s head...kh)
Kou: I am sorry if you are in a hurry. I am in the middle of something important. Won’t you wait a little?
???: Put down that knife.
Yui: (This voice...this face)
Kou: Come on...hurry up.
Yui: (Don’t tell me this person’s called vampire hunter…)
No way, why…
???: No, this voice….Yui!?
Yui: Dad...why!!
Kou: ….You just said, Dad!?
Yui: Dad, stop it, don’t do something terrible to Kou kun! Please!
Seiji: ……
Yui: This person is different, he’s not a bad vampire...so please.
Seiji: There’s nothing good or bad about vampires.
Yui: Dad…!!
Seiji: We humans and vampires are incompatible. No way, I can allow any co-existence.
Yui: You’re wrong...it’s not like that! I have always known Kou kun!
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Seiji: It’s not a consideration of humans. Whatever...your body appearance or figure is, you’re already a vampire.
Yui: (Father is...pointing gun at me. Is he about to kill two of us together…!)
Kou: ...Hey you. I’m the one who’s your target. Hurry up and settle it.
But, can’t you let go of this girl? I know your thoughts but she's a human.
If you kill her, then you’ll be a human murderer. Since, the same goes for killing a vampire, you don’t have to commit so many sins.
Seiji: I don’t need your instructions, vampire! I am the one to decide what I will do.
一一 This is my daughter.
Kou: Parents are said to be on their children’s side!? How can you call yourself a parent at this point!!
Seiji: ………*angry sigh*
Yui: (Kou kun told me that he doesn't know his parents…)
(I thought that my dad will be by my side until the end, I’ll be by his side till the end...but)
(To dad, I am almost the same as a vampire now...someone who has to be killed…!)
Seiji: It’s useless to talk any further.
Kou: Hhh….
Yui: Dad…!
Seiji: 一一 Farewell, vampires.
Yui: …...kh!
???: Do ya’ think it’s so easy!!
*Stabs Seiji and falls*
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Seiji: Gh…!!
Kou: Yuma kun…!!
Yuma: Goddamn! Hurry and go away!!
Azusa: Hurry up and go….!
Yui: Azusa kun…!
Yuma: GOO!!
Kou: Got it...thank you!
Azusa: Don’t try to come back…
Yui: Y- yes!
*They run*
Azusa: I’m glad...they’re safe…
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Yuma: We gotta make our gateway too! The gun’s that crap man is holding, snatch all of ‘em!!
Azusa: Yes…!
*On the other side*
Place: Forest
Yui: (Yuma and Azusa have come to help us…!)
(Knowing that they will be facing danger, they still helped us to run...be fast and we have to escape far away!)
Kou: Even though I thought it was the end…
Even though I abandoned Lord Karl Heinz...Yuma, Azusa…
Yui: (They also decided Kou kun to be the most precious...they helped him)
(I’m happy just like I’m for myself)
(We have to cool down and get to a safe place. Also for rewarding the feelings they showed us)
Place: ???
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Yui: Where is...this?
Kou: ...I don’t know as well. We ran like crazy, we made a wrong approach for this.
Yui: A big castle…..is there anyone?
Kou: Anyway, let’s see what happens entering there. It doesn’t seem like there’s a place for hiding.
Yui: Yeah...you’re right. If we explain the circumstances, they may let us have shelter.
*They enters*
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Kou: There’s no sign of presence...neither are any vampires’.
Yui: (Then, whose castle….?)
Kou: I don’t smell any scent of others, also it doesn’t seem like any dangerous place.
Let’s be here for a while.
Yui: ...Yes.
ーThe Endー
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Of stormy nights and sorrows
The night was dark and stormy. Of course all nights in Gotham were dark and stormy, but this one seemed to be particularly vengeful, pummeling the ground with strong whips of water, and throwing saplings like ragdolls. Causing chaos in homeless shelters as vagabonds scrambled for a place with walls and windows. The rain was so great that it had caused all the usual suspects to run for shelter, emptying the streets faster than black bats glare ever could - Cass was just a little jealous. But no crime meant no vigilantes, and dad would never put his kids out in a hurricane just to save some cats in trees. 
“But father, you can’t be serious! Rain should be no match for a warrior of my caliber!” Cass didn’t understand the words but she could feel the insult behind them. 
Jason started in too, desperate to get out of the manor “Yeah b we’ll be fine! You can’t keep us here anyway! I am a grown ass adult” 
Dad grunted, his standard response for any kind of disobedience. 
Turning his back to the 11 owlish eyes boring holes into his head, he went back to sorting the batarangs tutting as he did. 
Then there was silence, it was long and she didn’t like it. Too long, too quiet for too long, something bad was going to happen, she could tell. She shifted uneasily on her perch, preparing to move at the first sign of trouble. She did want another argument there had been to many already. 
It was oppressive. 
Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. And oh! Steph finally broke, she had been expecting it (steph may as well have been screaming her intention) but the loud noise still startled her 
“Oh my god Bruce! Will you speak in sentences for once in your goddamn life!” 
Bruce-dad tensed unnoticeably and she watched him with a closer eye from her nest on the banister. He prepared himself as if to give a speech, but only managed to spit out “Its cold, and nobodys out there anyway. The last thing we need is one of you getting sick.” 
Silence, silence that stretched out miserably and then…. “I’m gonna go play among us, anyone want to join?” 
“Oh my god Duke read the room”  
“Oh shut up duke some of us are actually are actually used to not spending the night scaring the crap out of our neighbors and work 9-5 like a normal person” 
Huh she thought neighbor…neghibor…“Ne-i-gh-b-or” she mouthed the word, (And what a word), neighbor she concluded must mean criminal.
 In her distraction her siblings had disappeared and she shifted uneasily. She had let her walls down too far, and lost track of her family. That would need to be amended. 
Now, the two loneliest residents were left to brood in silence--plus one of course, when those two were alone it was always with a hidden plus one. 
Dad still leaned over the table, gripping it with both hands like his life depended on it. 
He was worried, that much was obvious to anyone, It was all over  his face. 
But Cass knew better than to take it at face value, she examined other parts too. Everyone relied on faces too much she thought, when they really didn’t tell you that much. It was better to look at muscle; muscle, skin, and bone, they tell you the whole story. 
He was worried, but it was more than that. He was….scared, his whole body screamed “PROTECT!” as if he had tooo…he had tooo… oh what was it he had to .. yes! He had to shield them! He had to shield them, his body yelled “PROTECT!” He stood like he was the last person between evil and family. 
What a silly thought! He didn’t need to worry, she would always stand between evil and family. 
“tt” 
Dad sighed, “Father while I understand your decision to preserve the health of your soldiers, it should go without being said that I will be joining you tonight” 
Dad’s nostrils flared, his arms tensed, and his feet shifted into a wider stance - a fighting stance. 
Oh no, bad, bad, bad, bad. Dad…no…Batman slammed the batarang on the table, and turned to Damian, 
“And why? Why is that Damian? Why do you constantly have to put yourself into danger just to prove your worth? You are not a soldier! You have never been a soldier! Your siblings are not soldiers!" Batman took a step forward pointing his finger towards Damian. 
“YOU are an angry CHILD and if I was anyone else, you would be in bed by now. But I don’t make you. I LET you be robin, because I thought it would be good for you, But maybe I shouldn’t have” 
Dad sighed and turned back to the table. The tension left his shoulders, and he slumped. He was more “SAD!” then angry, he was hurt and the “PROTECT!” crumbled into "Regret!", Cass looked the other way. 
Dad was calming down but Damian was just getting started, he let out an angry shriek. 
Flashes of a memory danced across his face, dimming his eyes,, setting his mouth, and furrowing his brow until he was a mirror of Dad,but one filled by “SAD!“ not “PROTECT!” “You underestimate me father, I am the heir to the dragon. I have already received more training then Brown ever will! I wield a sword better than Thomas can! Yet you insist on keeping these deadweights around despite their worthlessness!” 
 She inched closer, bad, this was bad, it was bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, ba-“SLAM!” 
Dad dropped the Batarang and whirled around, murder in his eyes. 
“No, no, you don’t get to speak about your siblings that way! You are not better than them! NO ONE is better than them! Stephanie could lift you over her head like you were nothing! Duke saves dozens of people everyday, no, you don’t get to speak about them that way. They earned their place here!” 
Damian was scared now. He curled in on himself, radiating sadness. 
“Get out!” Dad grit out in the silence 
“GET OUT NOW!” 
then the sound of fleeting footstep and a depressed sigh. 
She came out of the shadows, she had hid long enough. She let her feet touch the ground just long enough to let it be known that she was there and left, leaving a whisper of a touch on the shoulders of her father, and a simple string of signs pressed into her fathers back 
“Not mad at little brother, mad at the people who made him that way.” A sorrow comfort but a comfort nonetheless.
She bade her time and lied in wait, it would be no use to comfort him now when he was still upset. So instead she made use of her freedom, wandering the halls in search of her siblings, changing day clothes into pajamas, tinkering and going through her positions. 
When at last she deemed it time, she made her way over to the vent. It lifted easily off the wall, the screws that held it there having long since been removed. Even easier though, was climbing into it, the vents were from the original part of the manor-meaning they were huge and someone as small as Cass had no trouble fitting in them. What was a struggle though, was stealth, she found after many tries that walking on the palms of her hands worked best. So that was how Cass moved, arriving steadily in a vertical shaft that required only 2 quick bounds to clear. 
She landed elegantly as all ways, and nearly looked to Cain for approval before she remembered that she was not there, that she was safe. Well, as safe as you can be perched precariously on a loose rafter in a 300 year old attic. 
Quietly, she padded along and picked up the sniveling mess that was Damian and made her way back to sanctuary. He would sleep through it, she had made sure of it, a journey through the vents would be bumpy and she was sure he would not want to be seen in the hallway like this. 
Cass dumped him in the middle of her rug and returned back to her tinkering waiting for him to awaken. 
It took twenty minutes for him to stir, and in the meantime she was treated to the sounds of war and horror sprouting from the mouth of a child. 
When he finally did wake up, he was angry. “Where the hell am I Cain?” 
He looked around bewilderedly before considering her; she knew he was afraid of her. She was the only fighter he had ever been taught to respect “the one who was all” A myth, a monster, a begrudged ally, but not a sister, never a sister. This was yet another thing she had to fix.<br />
She becond him forward with her hand, keeping her eyes carefully on her working hands. He approached cautiously and sat
“Cain” 
“little brother”
“I am not your brother" 
“and I am not a Cain” it was a stalemate neither would relent so she switched topics 
“Come help” 
“And why would I? I owe you nothing.” she paused 
“Because you are tired, but you will fight sleep. Come little brother, help”
 “tt fine” 
He scooted closer, sitting barley a foot away from her now. For the first time, he looked at the diorama, and she, him. The display was sprawling, an exact replica of Wayne manor and its grounds, scaled down to size. It was placed on a low custom fit dining table, one barley the height of a Japanese tea table (similar to one Cass could remember from her childhood). The house wasn’t finished of course, that would be no fun if it was finished; and while some would say it was “good enough” (like Babs when she wanted Cass to spend her time reading or writing) she would not compromise, it had to be perfect. 
“What would you like to build little brother” Damian paused and she saw fear flash across his face. Ahh so decisions scared him, she could work with that 
“How about we do the menagerie”  
“why?” 
“Its not done and you know it best” Damian scrunched his brown frustrated at not being understood 
“No why come and get me? Why build this? And if you care for it so much why let me help you?” 
She turned to him, in her stupor she had neglected to look at him and she cursed herself for it. She stumbled, she had to do something, but she was lost at what to do, he needed words, she had none of those. He needed signs, she had many but it felt like not enough. So instead she settled for a hug and found she herself satisfied with it 
“I love my little brother even if he does not love me, I am hurt and he is hurting so we will hurt together.” She paused and took a steadying silent breath, closing her eyes, and retreating back into herself. 
“I came here, and the world was big and loud. Too much too quickly. I was expected to talk to understand the way they communicate. Their language. But no one tried to understand mine. I know bodies not words. You came here and you knew words, but you did not know bodies. No one acknowledged that. You struggle, you have no Babs, so I will be your Babs.” 
They were crying now. His body was racked with sobs, and he was taking deep shuddering breaths, giving in he fell into another hug, crying loudly into her shoulder. 
He cried for his mother, he cried for the sister and cousin he lost, he cried for the pain he caused his new family, the hatred they felt towards him, and the pain he felt, most of all he cried for the world he had lost and his place in it. 
When he finally stopped, he was empty, a husk of the great Al Ghul heir remained, sniveling in the arms of a bastard child. He had been fractured, chipped away at every day, until even the pieces he held most dear fell away leaving a sad small child. 
Finally she broke the silence holding his face in between his hands “When my world was too big, I made it small, and that way my monsters seemed smaller. They all have ways of dealing with their monsters, they lock them in caves and they lock them in their hearts. It doesn’t work. Don’t do it. Little brother, we must instead find a way to make your world small”
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jovialecho · 4 years ago
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Comeuppance
Rahzel decides to hit Troy up, telling him to head to the bar tonight rather than Sunday. He asks why it even matters what day, bringing up how eager and impatient Rahzel is to collect a soul.
“You might not even win the games.”
So sure of himself. It makes Rahzel’s blood boil and his eyes roll involuntarily. He urges the other to meet him at the corner of it anyway, and with enough fussing, Troy teleports over.
“Tonight,” The demon starts, walking over to Troy, grabbing his shoulder. “because tomorrow, they ain’t stay open as late. Drinks ain’t up and handed out as late either.”
Troy peels Rahzel’s hand off him, shaking his head. “We came to play, not get drunk. Stupid shit happens when you drink-”
“When I drink???” Rahzel guffaws and puts his hand on Troy’s shoulder again, leading him to the building, “Don’t be acting all innocent. You just as dumb when you blitzed.”
The other doesn’t bother with taking the hand off, walking past the double doors, immediately greeted with laughter and music. The pair head off to the new gaming side.
“Ah sick.” Rahzel latches onto an air hockey table, grinning wide. He looks up at Troy when he follows close by him.
“Been a hot fuckin’ minute since i done played this-” Troy finishes his sentence for him. “-Since the one in your room quit worker? Yeah. Funny how that one doesn’t work anymore. I don’t think we should play this one. I don’t think I’m for seeing the rage you’re always talking about.”
Rahzel watches Troy slip towards the nearest billiards table, instead.
“So we immediately going in, no drinks? No funny shit? No games for the fuck of it?” He watches Troy as he pays for the balls and places them into the rack. It doesn’t take long at all for him to get bored, “Aight, well. I’m gonna go get us some sodas or something, dude, just get the game set up.”
As Rahzel heads to the bar, he listens to passing conversations from the other few people in the booths. He heads for the barkeep, listening out the snacks and drinks he wants, taking a seat so he can wait for them.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, so he pulls it out to have a quick look, turning his head to see if Troy was texting from the pool table. Nope. Once in his device, he opens the texts, seeing it’s from...Rudy. Great. His favorite guy! What overrated nonsense is he going to spill? Deep breath, Rahzel. Alright, he’s ready for the headache.
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With another roll of his eyes, Rahzel pockets his phone and collects the food he paid for, making his way back towards Troy, though now he finds himself looking around for anyone paying him any attention. Luckily, nobody has the guts to look his way, so he carries on, ready to try to win a soul, MAYBE fair and square.
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From one game to 4, Rahzel found himself on the losing end far too many times to accept. He’s never been one to swallow his pride in anything, let alone gambling, or games in general. 
Yet, as he leans against the bar, scowling, he can’t help but find a hint of amusement in the fact Troy bested him more times than not at a game Rahzel had to help him be better at. Maybe the kid his destined for something great-- Yes, Rahzel picks that up just from playing pool, because that’s definitely a useful life skill.
A hand on his shoulder pulls him out of his grouchy headspace and he turns his attention back to Troy. He’s surprised to see he isn’t smiling.
“What’s up? You won? Ain’t that enough?”
Troy pats him on the back, “As long as you aren’t going to hole up in your room for a week because of it, sure. It’s enough. I’m sure you’ll find someone better to make your first deal with. ...Maybe I’ll even change my mind down the road. Who knows, man. Just figure out what you’re best at offering first before making a mess with your words.”
Rahzel downs the last of his rum and coke before slipping off the barstool.
“Let’s go get some ice cream or something.” He walks right for the doors, ignoring whatever logic Troy decides to spew his way.
“Rahzel there’s no place open!” The brunette follows the lanky troll out of the bar, doing his best to keep up with the pace, “Dude. No place! There is noooo place!”
Rahzel stretches, groaning, “There’s ALWAYS a place, dude. Don’t worry. We going on a motherfuckin journey, dogg.”
Before he gets much further, a voice stops him. He looks ahead of himself to see a familiar face. Oh, it’s that biker again. Time for eye roll number 4 tonight...or was it 5. Rahzel puts his arms down and sighs, hearing Troy stop behind him.
He notices there are three others behind the familiar biker and he scoffs. Is this really happening?
“’ey. What’s good, man? You still pissed about that shit I TRIED to fix?”
The only response he gets at first is a scowl before the bearded biker takes a step forward, the others following in a synchronized fashion. Ew. It’s a posse.
“Yeah, I am. But this is strictly business, mostly.”
Rahzel puts a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow to emphasize how little he cared, but also prompted him to continue, “Aight?”
He’s quick to notice any movement the biker makes and sees him pull out a handgun. Two of his lackeys follow suit, three guns aimed directly at him.
The demon can’t help but let out a laugh, both of surprise and fresh amusement. The lost deal completely forgotten now.
“Holy shit you really ain’t smart at ALL.” Rahzel can’t tell if he’s goading them or not at this point, though he surely is annoyed but what he perceives as an inconvenience more than anything else at this point.
“You’re gonna shoot me? You do. All four of ya are dead. You don’t know what the fuck ya dealing with, dude.
The lackey in the back starts to look between everyone, seemingly uncertain about what’s transpiring in front of him.
“Even one of ya own ain’t solid on this shit. Grow the fuck up.” Rahzel takes a step forward to further show his lack of concern for his own safety. “You ain’t big. You ain’t tough. You full of shit if you think you can take me on with a gun. I’ll get the fuck back up and find ya ass and rip you a new asshole. Ugly ass bitches you think-”
The leader aims, getting heated faster than Rahzel anticipated.
“I bet you goddamn drunk as shit, too. Put your gun down motherfucker. You’ll regret this shit, for sure.” Casually he reaches for the gun, only to have it immediately discharge into his arm. The sound startles him more than the actual bullet in his arm. “Gh-!”
Troy pushes himself in front of Rahzel, arms up.
“Stop! Stop! We don’t have to do this. Whoa-”
Rahzel reaches for Troy’s shoulder, hissing. “Troy st-”
The next gunshot makes Rahzel’s ears ring worse than before,  but his focus is on how Troy’s head jerks back, and it’s immediately obvious where the shot landed as blood, not his own color, lands on his shirt. As if time itself slowed down, Rahzel watches as Troy drops to the ground like a ragdoll, partially falling against him.
He doesn’t breathe in that moment, the reality not quite setting in. It all happened too fast. What the Hell is even actually happening. Shot. Troy. Troy’s been shot. Rahzel glances down some, seeing the bullet hole in Troy’s forehead.
Dead? Killed.
A hue of purple colors his vision as he looks upward at the group, the lackey on the right looking the most guilty. Yet, his attention falls on the leader as his gun raises again, no remorse on his face.
Rahzel’s mouth opens and all that comes out is screaming. From being frozen in place to suddenly lunging forward, nobody suspected the guy to just fling himself right at the biker. He knocks him to his back, growling and screaming at him, another gunshot hitting him in the chest, then another. He doesn’t let that stop him as he spits out honks and drool at the same instance, face diving right into the biker’s throat. The tendons and cords don’t stand a chance against his teeth and he sinks in, ripping out flesh, muscle. A mess of red cascades down his face and chin.
It’s immediately spat back out, and another shot, though ignored again, is sent into Rahzel’s back.  He stops himself from going back in for another bite, letting the shell of a man bleed out slowly, or suffocate on blood. A quick turn sends him in the direction of the next two. He gives zero fucks with how scared they look, he’s off his shit. All he can think about is Troy. How dead he is.
The demon’s running leaves the two to back away, still taking aim and firing, missing only a few times, though it doesn’t seem to slow Rahzel down at all.
“HOOOONK!”
With a quick burst of flashstepping, he ends up right in front of the two, still running. His hands grab at both of their faces,throwing them down into the asphalt at the same time.
A few more bullets are sent into him, his neck catches one for dinner later. All the pain is set aside as he kneels down with the lackeys’ heads in his hands. Simultaneously, he lifts and bashes the back of their heads into the pavement, listening to their muffled pleas and threats. He keeps going, unable to parse the difference of the bashing with the heartbeat in his ears.
Dead. Dead. He wants them all just as dead as--
He drops the two when there is no more sign of life left in them. Rahzel stands up slowly, bringing the two guns from the corpses with him as he searches for the last one. Down the street, he can see him running away, and Rahzel also notices a crowd gathering around to observe this spectacle.
He doesn’t give a fuck. He takes off running, using his flashstepping until he’s close enough to stop and aim, using a gun for the first time in either lives he recalls. He closes one eye and starts shooting, missing once with one gun and finally hitting the guy in the back with the second gun. He tosses the useless hunks of metal away, making his way over to the squirming lackey.
His hearing is coming back and he listens to the pleading and crying through the faded ringing in his ears.
“I didn’t want a- FFuuck I DIdn’T WANT ANY PART OF THIS! Please don’t. I don’t wanna die. Not like this. Not this young.”
Rahzel kneels and turns the man on his back, reveling in his scream of pain. With his claws he swipes his hand across his throat, successfully slitting it, but not enough blood comes out, so he does it once more, before standing up and hobbling over towards the pile that is Troy.
He has to be careful- He could still be- He sees Troy’s eyes open and his chest tightens.
Fuck.
He kneels, the pain starting to make its way past the numbing rage. He gently closes Troy’s eyes, noticing how bad his own hand is shaking. No, no. no. He scoops him up slowly, taking him in his arms bridal style.
No.
No, no.
He can’t decide which pain is worse, the ones in his body or the one in his heart.
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Heart. He decides it’s his heart as his eyes well up with tears. The dead weight in his arms only amplifies the pain.
Distant sounds of sirens pulls his eyes off Troy for a moment. The crowd outside has grown larger, shocked faces staring at him. At what he's done. What about what they did?
Rahzel stumbles away towards an alleyway, but he doesn't fall. He can't. There's no way he can drop Troy. He has to take him home.
Troy.
He never got his soul. It's gone.
Rahzel drops to his knees, sobbing in both anger and despair, lungs fighting against this action thanks to the new holes in them.
"FF-Hhhghk!"
He gurgles on the blood coming up from his lungs, looking down at Troy again. "Mh.."
His captchalogue modus opens and he looks up at it. Troy would fit perfectly in the free slot. He looks from the slot down to Troy’s face, past the blood. He has to go in there.
Just for a while, okay?
He’s captchalogued in an instant, leaving Rahzel freedom to pull out the portable transportalizer, his vision darkening at the corners of his eyes. His focus fades in and out as he slaps the button to the last location on the device. He’s sent into another world, another universe and spat out right in front of his cave’s entrance.
Dropping to his knees in the sand, Rahzel looks around at the familiar territory, then up towards the house, Simon’s house. He crawls that way, every movement causing him to wheeze and ache. Sand sticks to his pants thanks to the collection of blood on his clothes. His lungs, filled with blood instead of air, makes it hard to really breathe, doesn’t it?
“Ghk..kkh.”
As his vision continues to darken, Rahzel becomes more frantic to get to the house. He can’t pass out, not now- No, this isn’t passing out. He knows the difference and this is most certainly dying. No way can he die on this fucking sandy hill. Pathetic. Though, seeing how he’s crying and bleeding everywhere on his way up, it’s hard not to be seen as pathetic.
C’mon Rahzel, you’re only thirty feet from the door. Twenty. Ten.
He uses the doorknob to push himself to his feet, wheezing again from the sheer effort. With his fading strength, he slaps his palm against the door repeatedly, moving to lean on the frame instead of the doorknob. Wouldn’t want to just fall right into someone, right?
Rahzel’s legs feel like rubber as he keeps himself standing for as long as he can. His ears twitch as he hears the doorknob turn. When he sees Simon, he notices the face journey she has as she looks him over. He heaves out another cry, shuddering weakly as he brings himself to stand up straighter.
His voice, hoarse and scratching from the bullet that tore into his throat as well as from the blood making its way up it, comes out barely above a whisper, and he can only push out one word, his consciousness fading in and out.
“M.. mom..?”
Everything goes black for him as he falls forward almost right on top of Simon.
Good job dropping dead in front of your mom, asshole.
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dracimexidae · 5 years ago
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@lives-ruined-and-bloodshed replied to your post “@lives-ruined-and-bloodshed mentioned you on a post “You wanna try and...”
Yeah, I think May would definitely win in a real fight but I think they have so much fun just sparring, they know each other so well and probably sparred plenty of times so they know most of each other's moves and well, it's just really hot to imagine them going at it lol of course AoS couldn't give us that. We even saw Coulson fighting but ofc not with May, that would be giving too much to the shippers.
OF COURSE RIGHT, GOD FORBID THEY GIVE US EVEN JUST A FLICKER OF CONTENTMENT LMAO, WHO CARES ABOUT THE FANS ANYWAY... Sorry for the capslock, but I couldn’t express this any other way than shouting it because I’ll always be annoyed by this! Yeah, they don’t owe us anything, they should be able to tell the story they want without feeling obliged to indulge in the fan-service, bla bla bla, don’t care, I’ll stay pissed off, I’m sure the writers won’t mind, and at this point it’s the level of resigned annoyance that doesn’t ruin my day, so I can stay “fueled” without feeling miserable about it like I was some time ago, when I was more invested (not that I’m not invested in the ship now, but I made peace with the fact that I won’t get the satisfaction - and there is no “compliance” involved here :p - I need from the show so I’m looking for it elsewhere)!
I am convinced it would have been so amazing seeing Phil and Melinda spar because I found adorable (ok, maybe it’s not the best term to describe sparring sessions, but I have big family feels about it because Philindaisy obviously so for me that adjective stands) the sparring scenes Daisy had with both Phil and Melinda so yeah, it was a huge waste of potential, but what’s new when we talk about Philinda’s treatment in the show...
I do see their relationship as a bit unbalanced. There are so many times we saw May showing in words and actions what Coulson means to her, even her freaking robot was out there declaring her love and willing to die for him and the team. I think you're right that Coulson being the director is one of teh reasons for that difference but I think who they are is another.
For Coulson there is Humanity, SHIELD, Daisy and ofc May cares about that too but I mostly see her putting him ahead of pretty much everything, she's so ridiculously loyal to him, even Garret knew that about her, it wasn't follow SHIELD to the grave but Coulson. Watching gifsets of S1B was actually making me ship them less lol, he believed she was Hydra up until she was about to be killed too and then he was a raging dick, to hurt her, and not even an apology after.
Nothing much to add here, I agree with you, let me just underline the awful treatment Phil reserved to Melinda when he thought she was Hydra... All right, I get it, he must have felt overwhelmed discovering such huge betrayal from people in his organization to the point he felt he couldn’t be able to trust anyone, when he was raised in SHIELD with the “trust the system” drill in his head, valid for him until he died and was brought back, at least, not to mention the fact that he was kept in the shadows about this goddamn GH-325 secret by his closest (at least that’s what he thought she was) friend and ally, but just because he seemed to rely on Melinda so much that he decided to choose her as his “right-hand” for the task he accepted, I was flabbergasted that, after the first (comprehensible) moment of shock, he didn’t give her just a glimmer of benefit of the doubt, straight up assumed that she betrayed him and all... So was there nothing at all to be saved from their relationship until that moment that he could just pause just a second and consider that that was Melinda May he was crucifying, and I’m aware that it all happened so fast that there wasn’t a moment to breathe, let alone the chance of having a proper, lenghty conversation with her, but it took him too long, in my humble opinion, to realize that he couldn’t just throw whatever they had out of the window so rashly... Anyway, after the “epiphanic” Audrey episode the writers OBVIOUSLY never addressed the situation again, making us believe that between them it was all good again just by magic... mumble mumble... Thankfully there is fanfiction to fill in the gaps, because there is not a chance in the world I’ll be convinced that that evening, after Melinda brought Phil the infamous pendrive with the video about the TAHITI project, didn’t end up with them spending the night discussing everything and both apologizing AT LENGTH (in my universe there would have been also moments gradually and steadily reaching the R rating, but I would have been perfectly fine watching a scene with just them talking and making a real effort to clear things up and it would have actually made more sense considering canon, but they gave us nothing so whatever, I consider myself free to imagine whatever it pleases me :p )
I remember watching all of that some months ago and thinking he's going to to redeem himself by showing she the same kind of loyalty but then S2 and May was again with that massive devotion of hers, with the alien illness and the "real" SHIELD but what I got was Coulson lying to her repeatedly for no good reason. 3A was weird, I don't mind they had LIs, I actually really liked Andrew but they barely felt like friends imo. When Andrew/Lash was happening *Mack* was the only one who thought that maybe she could use a friend, that was bizarre. 
WHEN HE ASKED HER TO KILL HIM IF THINGS GOT OUT OF CONTROL (and just that, my god, I understand that he trusts only her with everything at this point, not only SHIELD but even his life, but it’s rather a terrible thing to ask anyway), AND SHE INSTEAD HAD ALREADY PLANNED TO SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIFE IN A GODDAMN CABIN IN A PLACE SHE KNEW HE WANTED TO VISIT, DECIDING TO STAND BY HIS SIDE AND SUPPORT AND HELP HIM UNTIL THE VERY END... AND BY S5 SHE HELD UP TO HER WORD AND DID IT, EVEN IF IN A DIFFERENT PLACE... 
“NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, THAT’S MY PLAN”  
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO DIG MYSELF A HOLE IN THE GARDEN AND CURL UP IN THERE FOR THE NEXT DECADE IF THAT ISN’T LOVE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS??!?!!!!! That sentence and her actions show her love for him more powerfully than any “I love you” voiced out, but ok, let’s carry on...
I could even let the fact that he didn’t tell her about Theta Protocol slide because of all that classified crap and such, even if she called him out brilliantly about him not having the right to know that as well him not being Director anymore (HA, sorry Coulson but take that!) - I’m not really sure it was that a valid reason the fact that he should have told her because Andrew was involved, I mean, idk, they were not even married anymore, I don’t think that officially it should have been her business to know, but surely, as his best friend, Phil maybe should have felt more of a moral obligation to inform her, also because I can’t really recall if Phil started seeing Andrew before he confessed Melinda about his writing impulses, but at some point she knew, so what was the harm on letting her know? Where was the logic in keeping at least that hidden from her? I’ll be damned if I know! 
Anyway, what I seriously would have kicked Phil’s ass for is the fact that he, TWICE (as far as I remember at least) affirmed that he didn’t want to go to Melinda after the whole Andrew/Lash debacle because “she wouldn’t want me to go after her right now” “she’ll talk when she’s ready”... Phil... pal.... buddy... what the fuck???!!! I mean, ok, Melinda would have assured you that she was fine, especially if you approached her in public, but... you know... we know... THE WHOLE WORLD knows she wasn’t, how could she???!!! One fucking sentence, one “you know I’m here if you want to talk or anything” like she said to him, more than once, would have killed the writers to insert it?????!?!?!?! But no, not only he doesn’t reach to her (at least, we don’t see it and it isn’t even implied in the show)but in the meantime he proceedes to go out and have drinks and slEEP WITH ROSALIND AND START A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER WHAT THE HELL KINDA BEHAVIOUR IS THAT?????! His best friend is anguished, tormented and in pain, he should have at least stood by her bunk’s door all night just to reassure her he was there for whatever she needed, or at least stay at base, work, go to sleep, idk, with what spirit you go out and go on a date and everything???!! Why is that, to distract yourself?? Oh yeah, but he’s also working an angle here, yeah all work and duty and no play, eh, Coulson?! MELINDA NEEDED YOUR SUPPORT AND FRIENDSHIP FFS!!!!!!! Damn it, at least find time to show a scene in which he makes an effort to reach for her, then she is free to do anything she wants with his support and if she asks he’ll be considerate enough to leave her alone, but show us he tries, because that’s something I think Coulson would do!!!! Instead he apparently just straight up assumes that she doesn’t want anyone close in that moment so he doesn’t even bother to assure her that if she needs it, he’s there for her... I get it, we all know she closed off after Bahrain and all and she’s the kind of person who tends to keep things for herself, but it doesn’t hurt to at least let her know he’s available if she needs help, especially because she’d hate to bother him knowing well that he has a lot more to think about than just her? Listen, Coulson in certain instances could be a little dense, but I think he’d make such a reasoning, idk? Or am I assuming too much about him? But, as you said, even Mack voices his concerns about leaving her alone, someone who is not particularly close to her, but not Phil 
3B was better but still too little. It's funny but two of my favorites scenes of the show were the one about the boundaries, SO much to unpack there and when called him on it when he said she was too quick to the trigger and Daisy wasn't Andrew, the murder vest was bad enough but damn he still went the extra mile, but if he's going to be a bastard, at least have May fight back because I don't think I could take more of him being a dick and May just taking and getting no apologies like in 2B. 
Oh my god, OH MY GOD yes, that was the peak of the idiocy!! “You’re always so quick to the trigger” JESUS CHRIST PHIL HOW COULD YOU EVEN CONCEIVE TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER, TO MELINDA, HOW THE FUCK DOES YOUR BRAIN WORK????!!?!?!!? I seriously tend to erase all this stupidity in s3, I know it’s not fair to the show but I’m sorry, I really can’t stand that Phil could say shit like that to Melinda, I can barely recognize it as canon... Maybe it’s me who has created this version of Phil in my head that actually got things wrong about his character, maybe I’m misreading him and don’t really understand him fully (not that I have ever claimed that I do, anyway), because no matter how stressful this moment is for him and no matter how much pressure he is under, I can’t for the life of me accept that he would say those things and behave like that... S1 behaviour I understand even if it still pisses me off a bit but it’s definitely more comprehensible, but these aspects no, just no, no way... The writers kinda saved it with May taking no shit from him (thank god for that, at least) and him apologizing, even if that was still pretty mild according to me, but oh well, better than nothing at all I guess? Let’s try to convince ourselves of that...
S4 was kinda funny to me because they just turned it up to eleven but I appreciate we actually saw him showing love/devotion/loyalty, without S4 I don't think I could ship them as much and since S5 was also disappointing in my I need to believe Coulson loves her as much as she loves him thing there was little Philinda, but still we had May showing in actions and words her love for him and Coulson, well, I believe he loves her and I guess he kissed her, said he didn't want to leave her and invited her to spend a few days together before he died in front of her. Her SL in S6 was about how much she loved him but I knew that already lol and then emotional torture and death. 
Definitely, I seriously don’t know what happened during s4 writing that convinced the writers to suddenly push on the accelerator with their relationship, but I’m actually grateful (see? I can also say good things about them lol ), even if in terms of continuity for their dynamic I’m not sure how much sense it makes unless you take for granted that interactions must have happened in between the seasons, things we obviously weren’t witnesses of... As you pointed out, otherwise it would have been pretty hard to root for them to get closer, because May deserves the world!
It’s kind of ironic in a way to see, despite her being not openly vocal and expressive in her affections, how much more Melinda has said and done to and for Phil compared to him for her - again, as it has been said, he had far more things to worry about than her, whose mission was mainly Phil from the very beginning, so he obviously was more preoccupied to allow himself the luxury of devoting himself to just one person, but still...
S6? What is that? I really have no idea what you’re talking about here... :p
And that's why I appreciate so much how the fics do the work on Couson's part because I don't think I would love the ship as much without it either. And I just find confusing why AoS decided to go for the ship if they didn't care much about committing to their relationship on screen.
Yes! And ah, at this point, especially after S6, I’m so deflated about some choices that were made that I hardly care about trying to understand what goes through the writers’ heads, so again, I’ll just take what I want and run away quickly before they catch me and throw me in the pit of misery again (lol, look how confident I seem, as if I firmly believe that I won’t be affected at all by S7... Mh mh, yeah, sure, stay tuned to find out how much I’ll fail despite me training myself not to get involved with the show like I used to be...)
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dadbodsarehot · 5 years ago
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(1/3) it's a quiet, chilly autumn day. the window is open ever so slightly, letting in the crisp air that accompanies the wind which blows orange leaves from the trees just outside. it's noon, but you can't bring yourself to rise from your bed. on one side of you, john lays peacefully, chest against your back, with his face nuzzled into your hair, large hand on your hip to keep you close even in his sleep. he breathes easily, the slightest sound of a snore emanating from his mouth.
(2/3) on your other side, witsch is bunched in an awkward but comfortable ball, one leg draped over you while her face cuddles warmly into your chest. her breaths are in time with your heartbeat. you almost want to get up - get some food ready. but if you stir too much, john grumbles into your ear, voice hoarse with sleep, "where d'you think you're goin'...?"
(3/3) this in turn causes witsch to whine, arm now tightly around you, "five more minutes...!" you let out a little huff, easing back into your lovers' embraces. how can you possibly deny them? a little longer in between their body heat and affection won't kill you.
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w ha t the fuck ..... you pulled this fantasy right outta my goddamn head anon!!!! how the FUCK did you do that!! im literally screaming like.... this is so perfect i genuinely thought about not answering it so it would always be in my askbox ?? im ?? hhhffffffff mmmyyy little heart cant take how much i WANT THIS..... THE ACTUAL DREAM !!!! im gonna crytype !! the two loves of my life..... d rea my si gh 
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ace-and-spade · 6 years ago
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Stolen Thunder | KiraKira | Trial 4.6 | Re: Yoon | ATTN: Emberto
As soon as Yoon began speaking, Kira’s head immediately snapped towards them, her eyes narrowing, staring daggers at him. Her hands were clenched tightly. After all her heroics... after all her intelligence... they were really gonna pull ALL the damn attention onto THEMSELF!?
Kira slammed her fist against the podium, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” she shouted at them, “YOUR’E-- HEH!! YOU’RE NOT THE GODDAMN KILLER! SO STOP ACTING SO FUCKING SHADY!” she spat at them, “I’VE BEEN BUSTING MY ASS ON THIS GODDAMN CASE, TRYING MY BEST TO-- HEH-- FUCKING HELP EVERYONE, AND YOU’RE NOT GONNA FUCK IT UP!! GH! YOU WHINY ASSHOLE! TWO PEOPLE FUCKING DIED! YOU THINK WE CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID SLEEP-DEPRIVED ASS!?”
Kira took a moment to compose herself, taking a deep breath, adjusting her glasses. “Anyways. Back to the case at hand... heh... I’m probably the richest, most wealthiest one here... heh... so there’s no reason I would do it. It’d simply be pointless... heheh... like a drop in the ocean.... heheheh...” she said smugly. “Personally, I think someone like Capitani-san could use the money... heh... not to mention all those bullshit theories he gave us... heh... He’s clearly trying to mislead us.” 
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sansfangirl4life-blog · 6 years ago
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Souls of Glass Chapter 4
And the smut begins~! Do enjoy XD It gets better I promise...well maybe. I’m not the most confidant in those scenes lol
Lost is mine and Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue
Chapter 4
"And over there is the mall!" Frisk pointed, holding both Lost and Xans's hands as they crossed the street. She watched as Lost's gaze followed the skyline, his eyes alight with awe. "Do you like it?"
"I....haven't really been in a city before." Lost mumbled.
"So yer a country hick?" Lost glared as Xans grinned. "Good. I like boys that know how to play 'dirty'."
"Xans, c'mon! You promised no dirty jokes!"
"Fine kiddo, I'll keep it 'clean.'." Lost rolled his eyes and Frisk giggled a little at his jokes. " Ya really need ta loosen up a bit Lost."
"No thanks." Frisk sighed and rubbed her forehead as she grabbed Lost's hand. 
"Wha-"
"This way! There's a clothes store I want to take you both to!" Lost looked at Xans helplessly as he was dragged and Xans just gave him a big, toothy grin. 
"Oh no you don't Xans!" Xans blinked as Frisk stalked back to him, dragging Lost along like a ragdoll and grabbing his hood.
"H-Hey now! Easy Frisk!" Xans complained as he fell in line next to the other albino, both at the mercy of the young child. "Aww c'mon~ Frisk! I like mah clothes!"
"Well you need new ones."
"But-"
"No complaining Xans."
"Listen, I-"
"Same for you Lost!" Both boys groaned as Frisk dragged them into the store.
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"Are you really sure these will look good?" Lost asked from behind a dressing room door. Xans was in a door next door, humming to himself.
"Absolutely!" Frisk giggled, sitting outside on a bench. "Trust me!"
"But...Xans is the one who picked some of these clothes..."
"Well, trust me anyways!" Lost sighed and opened the door slightly, peeking his head out. "C'mon Lost! I wanna see!"
"Alright..." Lost walked out, glancing around. He stepped out slowly and shut the door, standing there with his hands shoved into pockets. "S-So?" He was wearing long, tight blue denim jeans, small tears here and there. On his feet were a pair of black slip on shoes, his white socks just barely visible. He had a baggy red and black striped t-shirt on underneath a leather, button up jacket. 
"Uhh....I still don't really think this suits me..."
"I think you look good Lost." Frisk smiled and circled him a bit. "Everything fits you just right!"
"Mmmmhmmm~....not arguin' there." Lost turned and blinked as he stared at the albino across from him. Xans stood there with a black coat, leather straps and buckles undone to show his black tank top underneath it. There were holes in the shoulders, showing off his pale skin as he shrugged. He had long, baggy black pants on with chains looping behind them and silver studs dotting the seams. He had on his black sandals and he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Yer starin' Lost. See somethin' ya like?"
"I-I...I-"
"Wow, speechless too? Must be doin' somethin' right...." Xans licked his lips and he grinned as Lost turned away, his face red. Embarrassment? Or perhaps.... He stopped as he caught a brief whiff of something sweet and dark and his grin widened. Ah...I see. Tsk tsk tsk....
"So you both like your clothes? Get changed while I go pay for them! I'll wait in the food court!" Lost nodded and turned around, heading back into the room. He took the clothes off and he handed them to Frisk after changing, smiling.
"Thank you Frisk." He said. Xans walked out and handed her his new clothes as well. The moment Frisk left, Lost sighed softly. "I feel bad making her-" A hand suddenly wrapped around his throat and he felt himself being slammed into the room he had come out of. "Wh-X-Xans!"
"Heh....ya think I didn't smell that?" Lost's eyes widened as Xans's tail locked the door, then moved to hold his wrists above him. "I didn't know black and silver could turn ya on..."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Unhand me!" Lost struggled, but the tail tightened around his wrists and her growled, his lips curling into a sneer and showing off his fangs. "I swear Xans, I'll-"
"Aww, c'mon Lost~...." Xans moved in close, his tongue licking his lips and moving close to Lost's own lips. "I told ya....ya need to loosen up a bit..." Xans shifted closer, his tongue flicking out and licking his ear. Lost's breath hitched and he glared at the young man, eyes glowing. "Sensitive eh?"
"Let me go Xans...." Lost growled and Xans felt his spine shiver.
"Ooooooh~ that one felt nice..." Xans chuckled. His hands trailed down to Lost's basketball shorts and he palmed the front of it with a grin. "Yer hard too....tsk tsk. Do ya have any shame at all?"
"Ngh! L-Le-ah?!" Xans squeezed him and he jerked suddenly. "Wh-What was-"
"Ya see...as humans we're a little more sensitive. We get turned on by all kinds of things." Xans explained. "Lemme show ya...." He slipped his hands slowly down Lost's pants and the teen gasped and wiggled from the gentle, teasing strokes Xans's cold fingers caused along his member. "Heh....ya see?"
"St-Stop i-ahung......" Lost writhed slightly as Xans leaned in to nibble on his neck, his hand stroking his hard on. "G-Gh....Xans....wh-why are...."
"Why am I doing this?" The slang dropped from his voice and Lost gasped as his hot breath tickled his neck. "Because I want to....and it seems your body wants to, as well." He slid Lost's pants down and knelt in front of him. He looked at Lost's half lidded eyes, watching him pant. "I remember the first time I began to feel that...." He moved closer to Lost's straining member, flicking his tongue out as pre-cum beaded at the tip. Lost let out soft, breathy moans as his wrists were released and hands tugged at Xans's hair.
"St-Sto-hngh...."
"The feeling...it was so overwhelming." He continued, tongue trailing the hot skin. "Every part of me felt like it was burning.....a sweet, scorching, seductive heat..." Hands gripped his white hair harder as his mouth inched closer. "It consumed me....devoured my very Soul." He gave Lost one more glance. "It took over....and it was bliss." He slipped his mouth around Lost's member and he grinned as he heard Lost whine and moan.  He slid on him further, his cold hand reaching up to fondle Lost's sac.  Lost gasped loudly, his limbs trembling from his overstimulated nerves.
Xans continued to suck on him, enjoying the slight, salty taste coating his tongue from Lost's pre-cum. Mmm....better than what I expected....He thought as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making Lost moan more.
"X-Xans.....ngh....I-I.....ungh...." Lost's face was shaded crimson as his mouth opened in closed in soft pants. Drool slid down his chin as his eyes rolled back. He felt like his entire body was on fire as Xans's sinful mouth moved up and down his shaft. "G-Gh....please....."
"Mmmh?" The hum around his member made Lost groan louder as his knees shook. Xans slid off of him slowly, saliva linking his mouth to Lost's straining member. "What do ya want?"
"G-Gh...uh....I-I.....uhn...."
Heh...he can't even talk straight....must really be outta it.... He thought and latched back onto him, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Lost let out one more loud moan of Xans's name before cum filled his mouth. Xans swallowed it all, reveling in the taste. He licked everything up and moved away from Lost. Lost's legs buckled and Xans caught him, looking at his face.
Lost's eyes had fallen shut, his forehead covered in sweat. Passed out hmm? He smirked and helped pull Lost's pants back on. "Not a surprise...happened ta me too." He carefully lifted Lost into his arms, feeling the young man slide easily against his chest. "Yer gonna be a hell of a lotta fun...." He left the fitting room only to see a store employee staring at him. "Heh, it was on our bucket list." He walked past the poor, stunned woman with a big, toothy grin. The woman watched and just shook his head.
"It's days like these that make this job never boring...."
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"I can't believe he just fell asleep like that!" Frisk pouted as she put the clothes in the washer. "I mean, we were having fun, right?"
"Of course we were kiddo." Xans ruffled her hair playfully. Lost was still asleep, Xans having placed him on the couch. "But he hasn't exactly been human for very long."
"Funny, his sudden exhaustion seems to be fro-" Xans covered Valphys's mouth and the yellow monster struggled, glaring angrily at Xans.
"Anyways, thanks for buying those clothes Frisk." Xans said with a smile. "When Lost wakes up, I'm sure he'll thank ya too."
"Hee hee, no problem at all!" Frisk ran off, carrying Chara's doll and Xans released Valphys's mouth.
"Ya really need to learn what to say and what not ta say with a kid around doc."
"And you need to learn some decency! There is a time and place for everything Xans!" Valphys hissed at him angrily.
"Yeah, and that was the perfect place and the right time for a good bj." Valphys threw her arms in the air, exasperated. "Sides, it was kinda one sided....I need a little care myself."
"You still have an erection?!"
"What can I say? It was a gorgeous sight."
"Oh my fucking stars Xans!" Valphys snapped. "Listen. You're human now! You can't just do whatever you goddamned please!" Xans turned around, his teal eye giving off an eerie glow.
"And ya can't tell me what the fuck ta do Valphys." His voice was low and threatening. "I'll do whoever, and whatever I wan'." He brushed past her and smirked. "Now if y'all excuse me...." He walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He slid down the porcelain, tile wall and rubbed his forehead. "Fuck me....that was a rather interesting sight..." He mumbled, looking at the tent in his pants. "I'm surprised he didn't wake up with this pressing against him...."
Xans pulled his own pants and boxers down, looking at his straining member. "Heh.....his little noises of restraint were a nice change too..." He gripped the base of his member and closed his eyes. I wonder how he'd feel....compared to my skin he's warm.....soft.....smooth..... He could picture Lost's heated red and blue eyes as he stroked himself, the feeling of his fingers tugging on his white hair. Xans felt pressure building inside him, his gut coiling as he imagined Lost's hands touching his arms and chest, his soft moans still present in his mind.
He came hard into his hand, groaning as he slid against the wall and panted. Shit......I haven't come that hard....well ever. He thought with a satisfied grin. May have to do that to him more often.... He wiped himself down with toilet paper and washed his hands.  As he left, he saw Lost sitting up and talking to Vapyrus and Vundyne. As the young man turned his way, his face turned beet red and he looked away, wringing his hands anxiously. Aww, he's so bashful~....
"Xans!" Vapyrus smiled brightly at his brother as Xans sat with them on the couch, right next to Lost. "Lost was telling us about your shopping trip!"
"Oh he was, was he~?" Xans grinned and placed a hand gently on the young man's knee, making Lost jerk slightly. "I'll bet he said it was a ful'filling' experience..."
"Hah! His face is so red!" Vundyne chuckled. "What did ya do to him Xans?"
"Oh, well-" Lost covered his mouth and he cackled behind it.
"Aww I wanna know!"
"N-No Vapyrus. It uhh....wasn't exciting." Lost mumbled. The two virus's huffed as Lost uncovered his mouth and sighed. "I....just got exhausted. It's been a long two days."
"Very true! It isn't every day you see a skeleton suddenly get all...fleshy." He pointed out. Lost huffed and walked out, Xans following him.
"Heh, don't tell me yer gonna be a prude all of a sudden." Lost stopped as they stepped into the yard, his fists clenched. "What's the matter, eh?"
"Why....why did you do that?" Lost asked, his voice shaking. Xans tilted his head as the young albino looked at him, his red eye glowing slightly. "Why did you....you....."
"Suck ya off?" He chuckled. "I wanted to. Besides....ya had a rather sweet scent...yer lust was....interesting."
"Ugh, don't remind me." He rolled his eyes. "I suppose I should thank you...even if it was against my will." He admitted. "It was....odd." Xans watched Lost shift anxiously in his slippers. "But......don't do that again. Please."
"Tsk, makin' no promises there." Lost turned around to have Xans's face close to his, hands holding his arms to his side. "However.....yer welcome. As for why I did it?" He chuckled and leaned in to whisper to his ear. "I fucking felt like it." He moved away as Lost scowled at him. "Things are different here Lost.....best get used to it quickly."
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solstice-catacombs · 3 years ago
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Bitter Water | Jane | Trial 0-1| Re: Mirai
Searching the whole ship, they were lucky it didn't seem as though anything else had been sabotaged. Though she certainly wasn't pleased with Mirai going after her like this on the get-go.
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"Wha--gh!" Jane immediately flares up in response. "How the fuck would I know? I ain't studying spaceships, that's for sure. Piloting isn't the only issue we may have, and you should know that based on the fucking destruction we saw! This whole fucking thing is weird! We're lucky things are otherwise fine!"
Her eye twitches. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I still had an official night-night time like some toddler. Just because the damn robot made an announcement about it, it doesn't mean we were confined in our rooms!" She seems pretty heated towards the other now, raising her arms about. "I'm also sorry that I fixed the lights for the lot of you after that blackout, only to find Beebee destroyed on the floor once I did!"
Wait...blackout?
Jane shakes her head, dreadfully chuckling as she lets a hand fall down her face. "Papas raised no fool, Mirai. You think I did 'em in, don't you? To be fair, I'll give you enough credit that I'd think the same if I was in your shoes. But why the hell would I immediately report it after finding it if I did? I could have just left the junk of metal 'til morning, and let someone else find it in my place." Regardless as to whether or not it was actually true, it's what Jane had convinced herself.
She leans forward in Mirai's direction, smirking. If they were closer, she'd be pressing her pointed finger in their face. "What goddamn proof do you have that I did it, huh? Or are you so lost in your own head that you're willing to point fingers based on circumstance alone?" She shakes from the built up anger, but then pauses....and just lets her arms relax.
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"Look. I thought we could cut time off in making sure we weren't in immediate danger. I don't have much of a clue as to what happened yet, but whatever it was, I don't want that happening again!"
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aerostoriesforyouall · 4 years ago
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The Boy Gives Life &... (ep. 11 part 2)
part 2
     We see Big Leandro walking around the school; looking around for any possible trouble on school; and then, he notices Akemi; who at the moment was meditating close to the library with her legs crossed. Curious, the “paçoca-boy” decides to approach; not remembering this high school girl at the school before.
     When close enough, he asks:
- Hi, sorry to interrupt, but who are y…
- Approach a little bit more and I’ll break your skull – says Akemi, without even moving, interrupting the “paçoca-boy”.
     Surprised, he asks:
- Eehhh… I’m sorry, but… what did you just say…?
- I do not want any disgusting men close to me – says the high school girl, not even changing her voice tone.
     Noticing she was angry, Big Leandro tries to talk even more softly than he was already talking:
- Miss… do not worry… I work here, I just want to know who are y…
- If you do not get the heck away now, I’ll beat the crap out of you…
- Miss, please, stay c-gh! – Big Leandro is interrupted after receiving a karate chop on his head, splitting his hair in the middle. His hair softens the hit.
     Akemi gets up, and says in an even more serious tone:
- I’ll warn you once again, you brat, if you do not buzz off right now, I’ll break your skull; I do not want any men around me.
- Ok, miss, you’re just crazy; I’m gonna call the principal – the “paçoca-guy” turns his back on her; and for his surprise, he receives another karate chop; this time on his neck; and with that, he gets knocked out.
     Akemi then picks him; puts him under her left arm, and starts to take him to the female washroom; thinking with herself while doing that:
- Let’s see if someone will listen a guy who invades female washrooms…
     The high school girl do not notice, but Shirley watched her by distance… the cotton candy lady, (Shirley), before she could do anything about the “paçoca boy”, she notices nearby a student trying to escape school…
- This is a fake money note, Charlie; but man, is it true you gave life to the character Akemi Agatsuma Aikyo?? – says Rodrigo, to the boy who could give life – Awesome!
- Boys… - Julia comments.
- How do you really know it’s the exact same character, mr smart guy? – Sayuri comments sarcastically – It can be another character from another anime.
- Heh, by the description alone, it’s Akemi for sure – says the little big guy (Rodrigo), using a mouth spray to make his breath better, and a comb to his hair – Let’s do it.
- The last time you almost lost your lips, man… - says Sayuri, with a sarcastic smile.
- Oh, but Akemi can’t be as stupid as the other girl Charlie gave life…
- I’m still sure the classics are smarter than the newbies, man; it’s an anime vs a classic – says Lacinho – But either way, may I go along to see you get burned, pal, can I?
- Heh, of course, dollface… just be careful to not be charmed by my charm – says Rodrigo, picking the doll, and saying to the teacher – Hey, Julia asked for me to wash her doll while she copies the content; I’m also gonna drink water; can I? There’s liquid paper all over her.
- Uh? Yes… yes you can… - the teacher was distracted with another student, and allows them both to get out, not noticing how weird this request was.
 - WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING MISTER LEANDRO?! – the principal was angry at the “paçoca boy”.
- But boss, I’m telling you the truth – Big Leandro was quite nervous – It wasn’t my fault!
- Lucky you it was one of the cleaners who found you sleeping there, but st…
- He is telling the truth… - Shirley enters the principal’s office out of nowhere, scaring both of the ones inside the room – Sorry for me taking so long, man, a 5th grader was trying to escape school and then tried to escape from me… but Leandro here is telling the truth…
- Shirley? You scared me, knock on the door before enter… wait; were you listening to us talking? – asks the principal.
- No but I could hear you outside, like kind of far away; and I assumed you were talking about Leandro and him being in the female washroom; and I was lucky to have you both talking for so long while I was still trying to catch the 5th grader little guy…
- Ah… uhh… I may have been talking too… loudly…? – the principal awkwardly scratches the back of her head, slightly embarrassed.
- You think…?
- How did you know about this problem with Leandro? – the “room’s owner” changes the subject.
- I saw a Japanese high school girl taking him to the female washroom under her arms; and then the 5th grader appeared…
- Wait… so this Japanese school girl thing is…
- Yes, it’s true… probably Charlie’s creation…
      Meanwhile, Lacinho was sitting on Rodrigo’s shoulder; he, who walked on school, searching for the anime character.
- Ooh boy… you’re probably not gonna find this gal, little man. – the doll jokes.
- Hmm… hey, at least Stephany is there, look – says Rodrigo, pointing to the young woman who came from a sour chewing gum (Stephany). She was cleaning the floor nearby the library – Maybe she has seen Akemi somewhere close; I’m gonna ask.
     The boy starts to approach her.
- You sure, mate? She will send ya back to class, that’s what will happen – says the “cloth girl”.
     Before Rodrigo could answer; both of them see Akemi getting out of the library, surprising both the sour gum woman. Rodrigo was pretty much in love with the both ladies nearby the library.
     The sour gum woman asks the anime character:
- Oh, hi there, friend; didn’t see you inside; who are you?
- I am… well, I’m just visiting this school; I’ve come to… ask… for a job in this school – says Akemi; trying to disguise who she was; there wasn’t any hostile behavior in her voice or behavior in general.
- Oooh man… it seems you ain’t gonna chat with her at all, Mr Charm – Lacinho jokes.
- Oh, do not worry, I’ve got an idea, the best idea in the world… - Rodrigo, without warning, picks the doll from his shoulder…
     The cloth girl, confused of why she was being picked, asks:
- H-hey! What ya gonna do??
- Oh, you don’t need to come with me to the principal’s office – says Akemi to Stephany – Just tell me where it is and I will go there by mys…
- STEPHANY! GOOD THING I FOUND YOU! – Rodrigo, with the doll in his hands, runs in the direction of the two women.
- Uh? What are you doing here, boy? – asks the sour gum lady.
- Sorry, but I have just saved Julia’s doll from some rowdy boys… - Rodrigo looked at Akemi in a way like he was showing off; trying to look cool and brave. He blinked to the two women while talking – Luckily I was able to bravely fight them all and rescue this doll from these evil students.
- Are you mocking me or is this some type of stupid, Rodrigo? Please tell m... - says Lacinho, being interrupted by the boy who was holding her…
     He, who talks louder to interrupt her:
- I know, Lacinho! It was horrible these rowdy students mistreat a poor little thing like you, but now you are safe.
- “Poor little thing”?? Poor little thing yooooooouuuur… n-nose!
- Hey boy, do I look like an idiot to you? – says Akemi, with a serious face; for Stephany and Rodrigo’s surprise.
- N-no no, I’m serious… - says Rodrigo, a little scared; not feeling too safe on continuing his act.
- Goddamn girl, I know the little guy there is being some kind of goofball, but he is just a little boy yet – says the cleaner made out of sour gum; created by Charlie – This little guy has already flirted with me too; chill out girl…
- What? No no, I wasn’t… eehhh… - Rodrigo was blushing and scared;  trying then to fix it – I respect women; I’m not that kind of g…
- No, you don’t, you were using me like I was an object – says Lacinho – Now can ya please release me already?
- Ah… uhh… well…
this episode will be continued in part 3
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bloojayoolie · 7 years ago
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4 of them jump on him, start beating the shit out of him -l tackle one of them to try help him, get the fuck beaten out of me but fuck that it's goddamn E8 in there EB broke the dudes fucking am He gets up, bleeding out of every pore in his beaunful iwish body Bouncing around with his fists up, Ieraly looks ike he could fly around the room he's bouncing that much The skinheads keep going for him but back off every time aher he swings, it looks lke he could knock a building down with that sh Babbling some incoherent shit in lrish rage, nobody understands the words but everyone understands the meaning pack up there sht ike a scene from a fucking move Eight tucking beersl You splied eight of me fucking beers you hairless tuckin mongrels Eight beers lad, eight fucking beers What's the fucking craic there lke Anonymous (D: wHTiHOgC) 031914(Wed]21:6 02 UTC-5 No. 538047326 EB sgoing back to Ireland to vist his nan, she's real sick 기we lar dr, Befast-thritrs the captal of the oth but not of Ireland ckhow t wori ed EB never eaty expla edit, 5ad you wont understand the bullsh politics unless you grew up there go 1o vist his nan with EB' Sweetest tucking old lady ever, says that EB was always a rough lad but awk he'd never hurt a sour greedy fucker This woman is clearly the most infuenial famly member in the Eight Beer famly EE shows me round Derry, tels me about how 5pIt relgusy and shows methes bg ass wall cood place Takes me to Belast agan and shows methe pace wherethe ttanc was bu -we end up going to place caled The Crown Bar Ger pretty drunk, or Tpped as EB calls it Walked around Belfast for a bt, he tells me about the history of some stuf »Spend a few nights there, have a fucking blast but decide to head home don't wanna be an inrusion on the whole nan stustion Lad you're practicaly a part of the famly Anonymous D wH7HOQC) 03/19/14Wd21 18 48 UTC-5 No 538040230 Getting close to the end now Shits hard to wrte, I miss hat fucker Life is prety uneventful for a wle pparentty some Kiddy Fiddler called Wilm Whight fucked EB when totally agan family home a load of sht, fucks 2EB spends all nut there next to her, nearly gets wolent when staff ask harto leave so doctors can sort some 닸官out calm him down and we wat r, hosptzd for brig bme B's Sister gets beter, but is pretty fucked for life Never taks never leaves the house she's pretty much a goddarmn vegetable EB spends all of his time off work with her, never comes out anymore, just sts in with her. We sometimes come ound and drink with him but he refuses to leave the house -One night while he's sieeping, EB's fucked up sister C's faul, that's pretty much the main subject of t. 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cc-hatredisland · 6 years ago
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{.The Morning After Remains the Worst.}
There’s a weight on my chest and a tossing and turning that remains. The more I try to ignore it, the heavier I feel. There’s this scratchy feeling in my throat and suddenly... suddenly...
I just can’t breathe.
My hands shoot up for something, someone. Never been a person who needed or even wanted help but at a time like this I realize how messed up it is to be alone. My head is submerged. A salty taste. Water. Falling... darkness.
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“Ugh... gh...”
I can’t remember sitting up but I’m clearly up now. My hand’s all clasped around my shirt and I’m desperately, desperately trying to find a way to breathe. You can just... stop breathing when you’re asleep like that? Damn, that’s... that’s something, alright.
Images of what happened yesterday roll through my mind... seems like the film was even going while I was asleep. I imagined Hanji’s execution so much I felt like I was in it.
Still, to get betrayed like that. And... to die like that. All of them... geez.
I run my hands through my hair and just look down at the floor as if there’s a clue in the dust that’s amassing. My breathing’s still coming out funny and it’s hard to move. The burning in my chest is proof enough all this crap is real and it’s a little hard to deal with that. Her face comes to mind.
Anzai. Anzai. Anzai.
Satoko.
Her, especially. Why did she die like that? She was... she’d been such a good person. Someone I actually...
Whatever. It doesn’t matter... I can’t change it. And I’m awake now. The gasping’s stopped. I’m alive. Maybe I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed but I don’t really see the point in barricading myself in here. That kinda spoiled self-pity... I don’t see the use. Even if I sulked in here all day, they’d still be dead. The accusations thrown about have been thrown about already. And the bad vibes’d still be here, I’d just be slapping my hands over my ears.
Besides, given that stuffed fat idiot’s got that ‘gotta eat together’ rule and stuff doubt I’d be able to get away with just hiding anyway.
It took more effort than I thought it would to get myself up and off the bed. My breathing was okay but that rock in my chest had found its home and had no intention of leaving, I guess. I think I’m moving normally but every gesture feels laboured. Whatever. As long as I’m moving. Getting somewhere. As I’m going downstairs, I cast a look over to where the lounge is. Daisy... is she still... gonna be there? I feel my eyes burn a little and I shake it off, continuing my journey down to the kitchen.
There was a rule about eating together but... what about Anzai? Would she still be...?
Damn it, every time I closed my eyes I saw her there. I didn’t... even really know them well. I’m not sure I wanted to. I know I’m not the friendliest guy but still... dying among strangers like that... dying alone... it’s messed up. I blank every time I think about it.
I arrive at the dining room quicker than I thought and my head snaps up when I realize I must’ve auto-piloted myself there. Seems like I’m not the last one here; there’s no sign of Yuunagi, Nagase, Manabu, Mikiro or Rie.
... Nor that other girl, if I didn’t just hallucinate her.
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“Sh...zu... mizu-dono!“
Whoa. Did I just zone out again? God, I need to get a hold of myself.
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“Sorry, I was... elsewhere. What?”
Buki looked at me with a kind of firm severity I wouldn’t have thought. She gesures to a chair. Everyone around the table, aside from a couple of people looked some form of dead inside.
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“Sit!”
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“Huh?”
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“Sit, Shimizu-dono! You will have no energy if you do not consume your nutrients!”
Is she... talking about food?
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“You might as well just give in. She’s not going to take no for an answer.“
Kumatani looks... pensive, I guess. Patchnuki probably had a point earlier; it’s pretty messed up to think about but... the guy... he’s no stranger to murder. I can’t imagine it gets any easier though. Since there’s an empty seat by him, I decide to take it. Somehow he feels... more grounded than the rest. I dunno. He gives me a smile and ruffles my hair.
This... must be a habit of his, huh.
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“I think this is her way of dealing with things. She woke up very early... been in the kitchen ever since. When you’re busy, you don’t have the time to think about things as much.“
Yeah, this is definitely weighing on him. But he’s putting on a brave face.
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“But... I still can’t believe it...”
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“Kuma-nii... is this going to happen again?”
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“It won’t!”
I did think he’d been a bit quiet. His body language was tense but his face... I dunno, he seemed determined.
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“What happened to Anzai-kun and even Wakatsuki-kun was a tragedy. But it won’t be repeated. With togetherness, nothing will hurt us!“
His voice got more and more inspired towards the end but somehow I doubt anyone was convinced. I knew I wasn’t. The sloppy way we handled the case in general was still nagging at me. I wonder how much we missed, how much more we should’ve asked Hanji before...
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“S-so-so Hanji-san d-d-de-deserved to d-d-die?“
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“... I don’t mean it like that. Obviously! But... if you commit a crime... if you do that sort of heinous thing then...“
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“Then you deserve death. That’s what you’re saying. Don’t beat around the bush: anyone you disagree with deserves what they get, right? ‘Cause they’re not forthcoming, ‘cause they’re not as lily-white as you’d like. If you had your way, I might be dead right now. You ever think about that? What could’ve happened if you voted wrong?”
Ogawa probably didn’t even want to be here given the look on her face. Seiyama edged closer to Kumatani. He did look kinda... off. With a clatter of cutlery, Shiratori gets to his feet and jabs a finger in the snowboarder’s direction.
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“Listen here! You, at any point, could’ve made this simple! You lied, misled us, derailed the investigation and almost let the killer get away. All for your own self-satisfaction! I apologized for the accusation already and yes, I may have been hasty, but take responsibility for your own actions!”
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“Can we... not fight right now?”
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“Y-y-yeah... c-c-come on...”
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“Ha! That’s rich! What apology? Did you fabricate that, too? Just admit you don’t care. All that matters is you and YOUR sense of justice! You wanna talk about self-satisfaction? Why not look in the mirror?“
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“You two, that’s enough! Is this really the time? I understand everyone’s stressed but tearing into each other like this won’t help anybody.”
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“So what’s your suggestion then, big man? It’s real easy to say ‘this won’t help’ but you don’t have the first idea what will! Stop forcing your dumb ‘friendship is everything’ crap on me. I don’t want to work with you-- any of you! You’re all capable of anything. And if you get in my way, I WILL kill you.”
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"This isn’t on me! You hear this? She’s impossible! I’m writing that up as intent.”
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“You can write a--”
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“I SAID ENOUGH.“
The big guy rose to his feet and glared down at the pair of them. He was probably the biggest guy here though Rie might be a close second. With her absent though, there was no one to challenge his mass or height which he deliberately showed off. Once he was satisfied with the silence, he sat back down and offered Seiyama a pat on the head.
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“Honestly... this situation is bad enough without the two of you going at it. Is this really what you want to do with your time?“
Ogawa’s silence speaks volumes. Everything from her scowl to her folded arms screams ‘don’t talk to me ever again’. On the other hand, Shiratori seems... surprisingly aware and he bows his head.
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“You are... quite right, I suppose, Kumatani-kun. Causing a scene first thing in the morning is... there’s no excuse. I’ll reflect on it.“
Ugh, the quiet that stretched out after that was killing me. All this negativity was making the food taste crappy. Hell, I could barely finish some of it despite it being pretty good. Something was blocking it... felt like a fish bone or something in my throat. The clinking of utensils and plates was beginning to grate on my frayed nerves.
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“I kinda... hesitate to ask, but... since we’re all here... what... about Anzai... she...”
There was really no easy way to ask what happened to her body. I was as vague as I could be without saying ‘hey, where’s the corpse’. Hopefully that was enough of a queue.
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“... It was gone. Ranger-chan’s, too. Not just the... bodies. The whole area was cleaned. Like it never even happened.“
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“B... but--but... it d-did. It d-d-did happen.”
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“... Yeah, it did...”
And there’s the silence again. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked but not knowing would’ve killed me.
As my head falls further into my clenched hands, the door swings open and we’re greeted to the confident gait of that weirdo from yesterday, with Yuunagi and Nagase trailing behind.
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“I’ve arrived!“
Why is she so goddamn chipper?
I decided to be a little petty and turned away from her and the door to talk to Kumatani again.
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“Did you ever find out anything about that?“
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“Hey! Hey, hey, hey you! I’m not that!”
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“Someone who cannot vouch for their own identity has no right to speak on the matter.”
Oh, that was unexpected. The girl simmered and flounced into a chair, her arms crossed. Yuunagi and Nagase followed suit, both looking as if they’d seen better days.
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“Sorry, Shimizu-kun. She... really doesn’t seem to remember anything about herself so I couldn’t find out much. I had her stay the night with Maki-chan and Nagase-chan... she might be suspicious but there’s no reason to treat her like a criminal without just cause. She doesn’t have an ID like us so she can’t get into the rooms, I just figured... well, if nothing else, better we keep an eye on her than not.“
I nodded but the person in question sniffed indignantly.
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“You’re all talking like I’m not here! It’s rude, I say, rude! Jealousy? Is it jealousy? I can’t help that I’m of a higher class! No more than the... than cheesecake can help being delicious!“
Maybe on a good day I’d be able to banter with her but y’know, after Hanji and everything... I just find it impossible to indulge. Yuunagi glances up over at me and tries on a weak smile.
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“She’s been like this all night.”
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“I’m so sorry.”
It seemed like this kid was going to be a mystery for a while. The rules of this house didn’t apparently apply to this girl but whether that was a boon or not, hell, I had no clue.
In between dull silence was Chiffon’s voice, chattering away, and Shiratori’s, barking out this plan and idea or that one. Honestly I tuned them both out. I was being a jerk, I know, but I really didn’t care. Maybe later. Maybe tomorrow I’d be okay.
The remaining people took their time to arrive but well, everyone came in the end. I eyed the seat Anzai was in before and sighed deeply. She was gone. Daisy was gone. And Hanji was gone, even if Chiffon had taken his chair. I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of them. I don’t know, even if I didn’t like them or know them as people something felt off with them gone. And I had no idea how to replace it.
Buki just kept pouring on more and more food. I didn’t really see her eat anything herself, though. Understandable, I guess, but with her looking as shaky as she did that seemed pretty dumb. ‘Everyone copes in their own way’ so says Kumatani but I’m not sure I’m coping much at all. As soon as people can leave, they do, really, with Ogawa and Nagase being the first ones to scuttle elsewhere. Poor Nagase had barely said a word before she’d left.
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“I don’t understand those people... now more than ever, we should be united, should we not?! Am I wrong?”
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“N-n-no! I th-th-think think you’re right...“
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“Right... and yet something is missing! Nobody’s listening! What exactly am I doing wrong here?!”
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“... Nadeshiko-chan said it before, right? ‘You should take care in how you appear to others. One cannot trust a man who enforces without consent‘... that’s how it went, right? If all you do is bully people, nobody’s going to want to be around you.”
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“Who’s a bully?! I’m against bullying! I... l-look, listen! We all have those secrets still, the weapons, the hidden pieces of evidence. We can wrap up this whole situation if we just share it all. Once it’s out in the open, we can calmly go through the evidence, find the culprit and be done with all this!“
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“You have made so many baseless assumptions I legitimately do not know where to start.“
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“I admit it’s not ideal but we have to begin somewhere! We start by suspecting everything, everyone. And then, one by one, we remove those doubts! If we could just work together, be honest...!”
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“What if that just drives an even bigger wedge between us?“
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“I want to get along, but how am I supposed to know I can do that? Sometimes the more you know about someone, the more you hate them. Maybe Tanuki-chama’s counting on that.“
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“B-but maybe...”
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“Maybe this, could be that. At the end of the day, that’s where we’re stuck at, right? Any decision’s risky. Somehow pretending your way’s the best way’s just going to make you seem more annoying.”
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“I think... the best course of action for us all is to let things be. I doubt anyone’s particularly bloodthirsty about now. We’ve seen what can happen. Forcing people who don’t want to be here to talk it out is just going to stoke the flames. People need some time to think this over. Maybe we can talk about it later... but right now... the timing’s just bad. You get that, right?“
Shiratori looks like he does but he also kinda looks like he hates that he does.
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“I’m... I’m going to make a plan! I’ll expect you all to read it thoroughly!“
Ah, he didn’t listen. He didn’t listen at all.
He clattered out of the room like a bull on a mission. Those that remained kinda drifted this way and that, with Kumatani making sure to keep an eye on Chiffon. I’d zoned out so much I missed most everyone leaving and found myself the last one there. With a huge sigh, I lean back in my chair and stare up at the ceiling. This fancy house with nobody in it... and now with no real owner to boot, I guess. Hanji murdered his parents, that’s what he said, right? That... that scared the hell out of me. How many times had I had those thoughts? I convinced myself they were just thoughts... they’d never leak out so I’d never hurt anyone. But if an upright guy like that can do it, why not an idiot like me?
I clenched my eyes shut. A knee-jerk reaction to the bad thought I guess. But shutting your eyes doesn’t shield you much from your own head.
It’s possible I’ll mess up. That’s so scary.
I know I’m a screw-up, too. Never had much direction or plans or anything but... I don’t want to die, I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready to take responsibility for anyone else’s life, either. Can I be sure it’ll always be like?
Whatever. Whenever I’m alone I end up thinking about this sorta stuff. No... whenever I’m not busy. I gotta find something to do, someone to talk to.
I’ve got to stop thinking about this.
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The Boy Gives Life &... (ep. 5 part 1)
Episode 5: Stupid Cupid
      Evelynn was leaving the library; she stretched herself in that morning, picks a lollipop, and puts in her mouth while looking at the skies. Under her left arm there was na english school book.
- According to the library clock, the students will arrive now... – she thinks while walking to the principal’s office... in her way, there were many looks from the boys that have already arrived – Teaching english will be easy, but the problem is the boy’s puberty... and also the frustration of me needing to do a job like this right when I found out that I can summon things so... interesting... but oh well, unluck is a part of life...
     Among the thirsty boys, there was Rodrigo, who notices the book, and before he could have any reaction, another one of the boys shout:
- SHE WILL INDEED BE THE ENGLISH TEACHER, GUYS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO! – all of the boys party; with the exception of Charlie, who just arrived...
     Being confused only. Julia, Lacinho and Sayuri had the same reaction of disappointment of someone who just saw something predictable...
     Wellington also appears leaving the library; he had a very serious expression. On his face while going in the same direction as Evelynn... he had a portuguese book under his arm...
This makes Julia curious, and she couldn’t resist asking:
- Hey, are you going to be a teacher??
- Yes, but just for today – he answers in a way, almost ignoring her.
     Sayuri and Lacinho now had a disappointed face towards Julia; who says almost by accident while searching something in her bag:
- Perfect, I’ve waited for this for a very long time!
- Charlie, my man! – Rodrigo starts to talk to Charlie – The pretty goth there will be our teacher! Isn’t it awesome??
- Yeah...? – Charlie didn’t seem to care that much.
- Wait a minute, guys, wasn’t that guy who created the goth one there? – asks one of the boys who were nearby.
- Uhh... – Rodrigo notices that he may have drawed too much attention...
- Yes yes, it was him, but the guy there needs some space, boys. – says Sayuri.
- Ah, you stay quiet there, g-GH! – says another boy, who was a little bit bigger, who takes the lead, but gets shot by a poisonous dart in his shoulder by the girl who he was discussing – What the hell was that? Are you cr-GAH!
     He gets paralyzed; Sayuri slowly approaches, and pushes him, who fall on the floor like a log.
     This makes Charlie impressed and admired... he felt something good inside his chest...
     The girl, owner of the poisonous dart and the blowgun used to shoot this dart, faces the boys with a venomous look; they got the message, and even if they were far, they get even farther. Sayuri spins the blowgun, and puts in her bag. She goes back to her colleagues, and says to Charlie:
- You don’t need to keep looking at me like a fool, boy... or are you gonna say you gave life to the cupid as well?
- Hey, that’s true, Charlie can bring the cupid to our world – says Rodrigo, being slightly excited.
- You only say that because you want the teacher’s attention.
- Ah... a-actually... well... uhh...
- Ah, stay cool, friend, imagine how cool it would be if Wellington notices us? – says Julia, who was full of make up on her face; so much that she looked a little like a clown...
     The image of her face which was looking like a clown shocks Sayuri; leaving her paralyzed with fear...
- Hm? What is it, friend? – Julia was so full of herself that she didn’t even notices her face was scaring her friend, and instead, just keeps talking while styling her hair into two pigtails – You didn’t expect that I was so advanced, right? I know I didn’t hit puberty yet, but I’m not as innocent as I look, Darling...
     Lacinho is the only one from the schoolyard who notices Sayuri’s fear and fright... but then Rodrigo notices something wrong, and decides to ask:
- Hm? What happened, Sayuri? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
- N-no no, it’s just that...   ...well, I’m not used to seeing you with so much make up, Ju... – the owner of the poisoned darts tries to disguise her fear.
- Exactly that, Darling, but now changing subject, let’s search a cupid image on the internet – says Julia, while searching for that in her cellphone’s internet – Preferably a image where the cupid isn’t naked...
- This image is good, Ju – Rodrigo decides to help the girl who was full of make up.
     Lacinho notices that Sayuri wanted to argue, but Julia’s face clearly caused her fright... the doll decides to try to help:
- Guys, are you sure this is a good idea? You don’t even know if Charlie can give life to na internet image.
- I can... – the boy accidentally answers.
- Goddamit, Charlie! – says Lacinho, displeased; and then, she tries to argue while Julia and Rodrigo show the image to him – Guys, uhh... what if the shipper there ain’t what you guys imagine; I mean, the personality of anything Charlie brings to life seems to be random...
- ‘Yes it is usual... – Charlie says by accident again, accidentally helping the doll’s argument.
- See? – the toy interrupts him, deciding to take advantage of what he said, adding to the argument – Also, are you pals really sure that a being manipulating love is a good idea? Isn’t it dangerous?
- Relax, Lacinho, also, he said “usually”, and not Always – says Julia, who then says to her friend who could give life to stuff – Charlie, just imagine how cool would it be to have anything you wish become true?
- Really? – he asks, believing in what she said without questioning her.
- This makes no sense, Julia, the cupid makes people fall in love, and not... – says Lacinho...
Being interrupted by her owner, who says to her friend:
- And making people fall in love wouldn’t be cool? Imagine how many fights would be avoided with love?
- And just imagine the peace that would happen with that much love in the air? – Rodrigo adds to Julia’s argument, not allowing the doll to argue.
- Hm – Charlie is convinced; his hand starts to glow while using his powers to give life to the cupid in his friend’s cellphone.
     This cupid go out of the cellphone... it was a typical cupid; a “little angel” with bow and arrows, but he wore a robe instead of just a diaper or nothing at all...
     His first action is yawning, stretching himself, scratching the back of his head, and looking around, seeing many students looking at him.
- Hi hi, cupid, how are you? – says Julia – What is your name? I want to ask you for a little favor...
- My name is Androval, gal – says the cupid, who then finishes in a tone of someone who didn’t care while supporting his head with his fist – And who said you can ask for a “little favor”? I’m the cupid, I use my arrows whenever and any way I want.
- Ehh... what?
- Ah, but you must have a list there, right? – asks Rodrigo.
- “List”? Do not insult me like that, boy, I’m the cupid, my judgement is already enough... speaking of which...
     Out of nowhere, he shoots na arrow in Rodrigo’s forehead... who looks, and feels the arrow:
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
He screams.
- Oh my God! Are you oka-GH! – na arrow hits Julia in the arm, interrupting her – Damn! This thing hurts like f...
     Both of them who were hit by the arrow tremble a little... and look at each other...
- Julia...? Are you okay...? – asks Lacinho, finally getting all of herself out of the bag, and going up her owner’s head, who faced Rodrigo with a lot of love; he also had the same look for Julia. The doll, worried, but at the same time pissed off at the cupid, questions him – WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY OWNER?!?!
- I had never noticed how ‘cutesy’ you were, Rodrigotchuko – says Julia in a passionate voice, a voice that whoever listens would be annoyed as heck. She holds Rodrigo’s hand...
     He answers while caressing her chin:
- You are the ‘cutesy’ one, Julitchazitcha...
- You get your hands off her, you WOW! – Lacinho dodges na arrow and falls to the floor... while Julia and Rodrigo stayed in the annoying baby voice compliments. The doll cleans herself from the fall, and screams with the cupid – HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!?! I’M MADE OUT OF CLOTH!! I’M A GODDAMN DOLL!!
At this time, all of the students who were there had run away.
it will be continued in part 2
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