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more-than-a-princess · 1 year ago

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"What the-," Byakuya sputtered as the other two women looked on. "Unhand me this instant, Yaguchi! You have no authority to treat me like this, I am part of the Future Foundation!" The words fell on deaf ears, mostly as Mikan had busied herself to supply pain killers through Sonia's IV: considering her friend's level of distress, she needed something that would work far more quickly than a pill. And after her weekly meeting with Byakuya Togami, she deserved it. Only a few of the Remnants of Despair were assigned to meet with Byakuya Togami: the former members of Class 77-B that Kyoko and Aoi couldn't handle, or that Makoto didn't have time for as he mentored Hajime Hinata and awaited Nagito Komaeda's awakening.

But Sonia soon wouldn't be the only one in distress: Byakuya had, rather unsuccessfully, attempted to free himself from Yaguchi's grip, grasping for what he thought would be her weak spots based on combat research and the limited experience he had years ago. But he'd said it himself: she was a drug addict, so hopeless that she was exiled to Jabberwock Island and now, as his head hit the sheet vinyl flooring, he wished she'd been imprisoned instead. Someone too dangerous to society to be allowed to let loose. It was likely why Munakata had made the decision to send her to stay with the former Remnants of Despair: if they felt compelled to kill, they could destroy each other and solve several problems at once. It was also why, though that foolish and irritable woman couldn't see it, that he was intent on sending Sonia Nevermind home to Novoselic as soon as possible: she was less likely to be murdered by her own people, with their riots and burnings and raucous protests, than her former classmates, whom they were all desperately trying to keep from snapping back into mindsets of despair.

Rather like the way Yaguchi did now, though his head swirled with stars before his vision turned fuzzy: when she'd hit him in the head, his glasses had been knocked askew, scattering across the floor. It wasn't the first time: the tutors his mother had hired to ensure he'd never be a failure. The competition he'd been trained for. The day he emerged victorious. He channeled his focus on those: Yaguchi wanted to see him in pain. He wouldn't give the barbarian the satisfaction.

Until her next punch was delivered swiftly to his nose, the contact making a familiar 'crack!' "You...you uncouth plebeian! YOU BROKE MY NOSE!" He shouted, loud enough for the entire hospital to hear. Blood gushed from the wound, just as it had during the Togami Battle Royale: an older brother who had lifted weights as often as he lifted a pen to write a check had punched his youngest sibling squarely in the nose, breaking it before Byakuya had managed to outsmart him in Togami Family Trivia, his brother having bet the entirety of his bank account in order to take Byakuya down (for good measure, he'd broken his brother's arm as payback). At the time, he'd been attended to by the top plastic surgeon in Japan. Now, it would prove a tedious expense to drag the best physician they could find to Jabberwock Island in order to treat him properly. It wasn't as if he could leave: not with Sonia Nevermind in her pathetic, lovesick state, and Yaguchi out for his blood.

He wheezed at the sharp kick to his stomach and her whispers, choking back blood and the desire to cry out in pain as he narrowed his icy stare at her. Maybe less foreboding without his glasses, but he could still make out the red blur of her hair. "Posturing myself...in front of Kyoko Kirigiri, I do not bow to anyone," He hissed. He had won that right, fair and square, when he'd become the head of the Togami Family. "Succumbing to your violent urges, Yaguchi...that is what makes you a loser, not a real fighter. I will keep on fighting for the sake of the Future Foundation, and for Hope, and I will win. Don't forget that, Yaguchi..." He breathed deeply, suppressing a groan. The bitch likely bruised his ribs. "I always win."

For the meantime though, he'd have to contend with Kirigiri, who apparently had enough on her hands with Hajime and Kazuichi, and their need of additional tools to more efficiently revive their friends. In Sonia's room, Mikan had ensured the chaos had died down: the IV medication had done its work and she now encouraged Sonia to eat bits of rice porridge and peeled slices of, appropriately enough, oranges. Sonia hadn't had the energy to fight her, but both girls cast their eyes towards Shinobu upon her return. Mikan's out of concern, Sonia's with a more solemn expression.

Mikan awkwardly chuckled at the prospect of Togami treating them better in the future, but Sonia frowned, her solemn look turning to one of displeasure. "I highly doubt that, and I am the only one here who must report directly to him whilst on Jabberwock Island," She said flatly. When she once would've treated the situation delicately, refraining from saying anything at all if she couldn't say anything kind, Sonia instead explained the reality of the situation. Byakuya Togami couldn't take his frustration out on Mikan, or Yaguchi. But he could take it out on her, more than he already did with her pushback of his rehabilitation and future plans for her. In short, Yaguchi had, in the past five minutes, likely made her existence more complicated and frustrating on Jabberwock Island than it ever had before.

Something Mikan too realized but didn't want to point out. What she could do, however, was try to soften the blow. "I-I'll go see what I can do for Togami-san," She finally squeaked, giving the other women a nod. "Maybe I can set his nose. I will check on you later, Sonia-san."

Once she'd left, Sonia set the tray of half-eaten porridge aside on the bedside table. For all of Teruteru's skills, even he didn't have the ingredients on the island to make it taste palatable. She leaned back against the fluffed and propped pillows (another thanks to Mikan) and, in the face of Shinobu's weak smile, she looked away instead, towards the window and its view of the sea. The medication, temporarily at least, kept a migraine away due to the bright sunlight. "It occurs to me," She began gently, "That there are two broken hearts in this hospital room. I am sorry for your loss. You must have loved her very much, and she was fortunate to have you by her side."

It was about as much compassion as she could muster, the lingering thought of facing Byakuya Togami once he'd healed a bit, and she'd healed a bit, still fresh in her mind. Physically they'd be on the mend: emotionally, for as much as he was capable of having emotions beyond snobbery and ambition, was another story. If anything, he'd be more driven to see the Future Foundation succeed, for his projects to succeed. And she, Sonia knew well enough, was the most important project there was: she was the only one left with worthwhile connections to the past, the only one of the Remnants poised to be of any use to the Togami Corporation and the Future Foundation, where assets were concerned.

If she could only survive to be of use to him, to them, to anyone. She pulled her uninjured leg up and against her chest beneath the white bedsheets, wrapping her arms around it and setting her chin upon her bent knee. It was incredible: the world had endured a near-armageddon from Ultimate Despair, and both before and after the events that had altered the course of history, the only use she was to anyone was as a royal, putting the royal family and the country first before all else. Terrorism and genocide would plague Novoselic, but the monarchy would still stand. Whether she liked it or not: she never had a choice in it anyway.

She found him unimpressive. The posturing, the superiority, even the stepping closer as if his meager height advantage meant anything tangible. Shinobu's assessment of him had not changed. Byakuya Togami was little more than a walking bank, to be used as needed. Did he not understand that much? Oh, indeed, his money had financed her weapons, because without people like her, he would be another casualty - a corpse in a fine suit. It had been for people like Tengan, and Munakata, and even Naegi that things had worked out with any kind of positivity. Togami and his family's company were just tools. Was he really so self-important as to not see that?

They were content to let him speak as he liked. If it got his attention away from Sonia, that was good enough, and though he had a sharpness to his tongue, he was flailing about with it, failing to touch anything important. Until Seiko. Her teeth ground against one another, face scrunched up into a scowl. What a wretched thing to say, to speak so callously towards someone who seldom had a bad word to say about anyone, and who had given her life for their shared cause. Was that an acceptably low position to which to stoop?

Shinobu's mouth was dry as they swallowed. What saliva was left in her mouth had a spiky, acrid taste, like battery acid mixed with the metallic tang of blood. Despite standing still, their heart was beating fast and loud, thumping audible between their ears. The doctors had told her, after Seiko's death, that the chemical agent used to boost her adrenaline far past its usual levels had bonded with her adrenal glands and contributed greatly to the new normal that was her existence. Without her supplements, Shinobu's body couldn't sustain that hormonal flush for long, and without life-threatening combat, there was no reason on the island to be concerned. Yet that familiar taste in her mouth was the clearest of indications.

"You're right, Miss Tsumiki." There was a coldness in Shinobu's tone - the easiest affect she could leap to when her body was flooding with combat-ready hormones - though she hoped it wouldn't be taken badly. "This is a hospital - a place for healing, first and foremost. Togami and I won't disturb you further. Please accept our collective regret for the intrusion." Everything was burning. Her fist roughly balled the fabric of his shirt and tie together, yanking him out the door after her with near-superhuman strength, the door pushed closed behind them.

A few steps into the lobby, far enough away that any sounds wouldn't clearly reach inside of Sonia's room, she slammed him to the floor and pinned him. The sensible thing would be to back off, try to relax, allow this to wash over her, but if Shinobu had only a short while before fatigue set in, she wanted to take advantage of it. Before saying anything at all, she lifted his neck with another yank at his clothing, before delivering a punch straight to his forehead, such that the back of his head would bounce off the hard floor. I want it to hurt, Togami. I want you to bleed. Experience one tiny piece of the pain, and the fear, and the torment that everyone else has felt, for once in your wretched life. Pain, and fear, are such reliable equalizers.

"You're right, Togami. I'm volatile. I'm weak. I'm dangerously unstable." Another punch, lined up in such a way that she could hear the crack of his nose. "Most people would be, after being asked to kill as many people as I did for the cause. And yet you, with all the strategic insight and planning that you cling to, never thought that antagonizing that sort of person might lead to a negative outcome for you. Or did you just imagine yourself above that sort of thing?" This was the person she'd once been. Not some suave, controlled performance with cutting words and a sneering tone, but this. A beast. Uncontrollable. Loathsome. To be pitied, perhaps, but put down all the same. The JSDF could hope that that Godzilla would fight the other kaiju, that its rage and its hate could be directed, but one forgot its origins at their own peril. In the end, Tokyo always laid in ruin unless the monster was killed.

Both hands found Togami's throat, not choking him - yet, anyway - but rather using it as leverage to lift and slam his head, again, again, again. If you're not frightened of me, Togami, you should be. Your life is so fragile in my hands. "I suppose that fits with your perception of things, wouldn't it? After all, you seem to think yourself responsible for the strides that have been made, the gains we've won, the fragile peace built, mm? As though you, a spoiled child with a bad temperament, who would have died in that school had it not been for Naegi and Kirigiri and even Fukawa, had anything to do with it."

Now, her hands tightened. It would be so easy to wring the life out of him. Her mouth was radioactive, all saliva pooling on her tongue painfully bitter, and her vision had sharpened, correcting for the eye problems her glasses already corrected in the sort of narrow, hyper-vision of a predator. Did you think that I couldn't do this? This is what I did to myself to save ungrateful people like you, and you have the audacity to look down on me for it? Look down on Seiko? Aching muscles. A throbbing headache. Nausea.

"Say whatever you like about me, Togami, but understand the risk you are putting yourself at should you ever so much as whisper Seiko Kimura's name with anything other than evangelical reverence for her and the life she led." No, she didn't want to choke him. Anzu wanted that, certainly, but a corpse in the lobby could be upsetting to Miss Tsumiki, and there was no reason to put her through more hardship today, not when she'd already reached her breaking point. Her fingers eased, though she gave Togami's head another slam against the floor, for her own satisfaction.

"And another thing, Togami. I have precious little to live for. You know that, don't you? I'm sure you have some wonderfully snide comment about it, and your life is worth more than my own. You should be more careful with it." She moved liked an animal over him, knee digging into his abdomen, some wretched thing pouring over its freshest kill, until her lips were at his ear for Togami to hear her whispers. "So understand this, Togami. Speak to me in that tone again, or speak poorly of Seiko, and I'll kill you. Neither money nor consequences will keep me from that." Standing up, she worked her shoe under his back, before delivering a kick to his ribs to roll him over to his stomach. "Kirigiri is coming soon. Give her a proper bow of apology when she arrives, won't you? Surely that's the least you can do, after the trouble you've caused."

The desire was there, vicious and hungry, to stomp on his neck, to slam herself upon his spine until it shattered, to reach for a scalpel or knife and find the places that would hurt the most. She could smell the scent of burning bodies, hear the agony in moaning voices as some of her fellow agents laid in pieces, their forms twisted and torn from shrapnel and machine gun fire. It was the lucky ones who died quickly, while those less fortunate found themselves playthings for the whims of despair. If Togami considered himself above that sort of suffering, it was the archer's red-tinted desire to drag him down into it until it enveloped him as it did them. She could regret what she'd done later.

Instead, Shinobu walked to the sink as though nothing at all had happened, scrubbing with soap until their hands were clean and splashing water onto their face until it cooled. There wasn't anything to be done about her suit - there were a few splats of blood on her jacket, her shirt, her tie. It couldn't be helped, she thought as she quietly re-entered Sonia's room, closing the door to spare the women the sight. "Again, Miss Tsumiki, and Miss Nevermind as well, I regret that Togami-san and I caused you trouble." She returned to her chair in Sonia's room, slumping into it with an exhausted sigh, her muscles burning. Without the cocktail of drugs to balance her out, the cost of such excessive adrenaline outweighed its benefits. To let herself get so heated again wouldn't be good for her own recovery, and while she imagined Munakata would be sympathetic to her actions, if not her motivation, it would be unwise to put herself in another situation like this in the future.

"I won't let it happen again." Then again, she'd made a threat, and threats weren't worth the air it took to speak them if not adequately followed up on. What did it say about her that the idea of killing Togami was unpleasant, but no more unpleasant than any other unpleasant thing? In some sort of twisted way, it was a kind reminder, to feel that her body wasn't entirely useless - that she could still do the one thing anyone had asked of her in recent years. "Well, I'm glad being an irredeemable monster sits well with you, Shinobu-chan. All that angsty hand-wringing about not wanting to hurt anyone was just for your own mental masturbation, huh? You're horrible for enjoying this." "Although, I do hope Togami-san is more pleasant with the both of you in the future. Unlikely, perhaps, but... hope, and all that." Weary, her head feeling heavy upon her shoulders, Shinobu looked to Sonia, forcing the faintest, weakest of smiles - not much, but better than she'd managed in weeks - in an attempt to reassure her of... something, she supposed. "In the immediacy, though, if either of you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."

#quickdeaths #post neo world program verse #(Shinobu gets revenge and makes life worse for Sonia at the same time)#(Win/win for the angst!)#(Pictured: Local runaway queen losing will and interest to live)

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago

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FOUR SEASONS OF K: “UNCLOUDED BLUE”

Translation: Naru-kun

Raws: Ridia

"Can you recruit new recruits?"

"Scepter 4". In the captain's office, Fushimi shook his eyes as he listened to Munakata next to Awashima.

"What are you talking about? Captain, you can't install anymore."

At the end of January of this year, the Dresden Slate that chose Seven Kings and gave them strength was destroyed after the battle with “Jungle”. As a result, the Kings lost Damocles' sword, a symbol of their power and much of their power.

The power that only the "King" possessed, the power to perform the installation as his own clan member, is gone.

"That's right. I still call myself the 'Blue King', but I can't get any more Clansmans."

"If that's the case. For logistical support, you can use the police."

"Captain, I also wonder. Certainly, in January, humans around the world temporarily became Strains, and many people still retain their power, and it is a fact that the number of Strains related cases has increased dramatically since last year. However, it is too dangerous to hire an ordinary person as a member of "Scepter 4" because it requires personnel. As Fushimi says, strengthen cooperation with the police.''

"No, they are average people."

Gently obstructing Awashima's words, Munakata said. Fushimi and Awashima open their eyes.

Munakata got up from the office desk and went to the window. Gaze at the outside world, filled with bright spring light.

"As Awashima-kun says, the number of Strains in the world has increased significantly in January. The existence of Strains, who had long been under wraps for control of the information of the Golden Clan, came to light, and the Strains' case became familiar to people. However, are all the talented people and survivors the cause of the incident? The answer is no. There are many people who want "the order to be an appropriate member of society by controlling the extraordinary power that has arisen over themselves". Don't you think giving them a sword of justice helps us and helps to form an orderly society?"

Fushimi widened his eyes.

"You mean, trying to get Strain as a member of Scepter 4?"

It is common to find Strains and make them a member of the clan. Good examples are Anna Kushina, the Red Clan, and Miyabi Ameno, Neko of the Silver Clan.

But when it comes to accepting Strains without being able to install, the story is completely different.

Awashima was also confused.

"Physically, it would be possible for a compatible Strain to physically act as a member. However, it does mean that those who do not belong to the Captain's blue power are called members of "Scepter 4" and a member of the Reisi Munakata clan. The definition of clan will be broken."

"You can collapse."

Munakata replied in a low voice.

"I no longer have a Damocles sword in my head. The definition of "King" has already collapsed. Although the responsibility for "Scepter 4" has increased, the support of the organization "Scepter 4" is being lost. We have to change."

Awashima took a deep breath, then hardened her expression to change something inside of her, and corrected her disposition.

“A person harboring the Captain's cause, even if the Captain does not live, is called a member of the Blue Clan. "Scepter 4" will change to such an organization.”

Munakata is deeply framed in Awashima's words.

"That's right. The new members are no different than the "Scepter 4" members. I think our blue doesn't even have a single cloud.''

"Okay."

Awashima stretched out her back and saluted. Munakata's line of sight turns to Fushimi, who remains silent.

"…I get it. Well, originally, I'm not in a position to call different people.”

In response to Fushimi, Munakata laughed.

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The registration ceremony was held in early April, as was the general opening ceremony.

It seems that the star of the human eye drawn as a member was already attached when I speak to Fushimi and Awashima. Three days after Munakata went to the scout and Fushimi and his friends spoke, they were all there.

The new members, dressed in brand new blue uniforms, are now meeting at the barracks with Strains. There was a burning air that flowed between the members of the special body of "Scepter 4" that watched over there.

"How will we deal with the Strains members?"

Kamo crossed his arms with a difficult face. He laughed because Domyoji was empty.

"I think it's okay to do normal. Right?"

"Oh, yes. We will serve as a role model for young people doing our job as usual."

"Well, there are probably a lot of boys with different types of abilities than us, so I have to think about how to teach for each boy."

Akiyama and Bensai make serious comments about each other. Fuse asked the new members to be vigilant.

"Wouldn't you put your ability out of control...?"

"Fufu. I wonder if you didn't come in so it wouldn't happen. It's an orderly clan, so it's just a matter of teaching how to control."

"As Goto said, at least coming here is a guy with guts trying to control his power and help the world."

"They are the right people for the Captain's glasses."

On the side of Goto, Hidaka, Enomoto and others, Fushimi was reviewing the resumes of the new members with a tablet. They have a variety of backgrounds, but they are all young people who have been tense due to the January madness.

"Oh!"

One of the new members rushed in and made a strained voice.

A young member who looks like a child. However, when he reviews the resume, it was older than Fushimi. Although he decided on a job offer for a major company due to a new graduate of four top graduates, the job offer was canceled due to the effects of Strain. After that, he called Munakata and decided to join "Scepter 4".

Fushimi looks at the new member with some pity. He blushed slightly on his cheeks and bowed to Fushimi in a quick posture.

"Fushimi-san. Do you remember me?"

"I do not remember you."

"Oh, yes! Well, Fushimi-san saved me!"

The new member had a shocked face for a moment, but immediately recovered and smiled.

“In the case of the Strains in January, my power got out of control, luckily I didn't hurt anyone, but I was shopping, so I did a lot of damage to the store at the time. I was not supposed to be arrested or claimed for damages because the property damage caused by the outburst of powers could not be dealt with.''

The government promulgated from the beginning that "criminal punishment would not be necessary for the damage caused by the outbreak of powers", due to the swift action of Isana Yashiro, the Silver King and the Golden Clan.

He thought that it would not be so if he were grateful, but the new member laughed with a slightly bitter look.

"But I didn't lose my ability even after that day. So, the eyes of the people around me saw me as a dangerous person when I was wrong, even the company that gave me the job offer told me that they couldn't run the risk and they couldn't hire me. If I was lost, it was because I was confused and the powers exploded. I was wondering what to do, what should I do when the overflowing power destroyed the surroundings, and Fushimi-san rushed towards me and grabbed my hand to stop the insurrection of the powers."

There was such a thing when told. Fushimi frowns as he recalls the story of a passionate new member.

"Think of a sword. Drop the image that power is runaway. It is not something you can handle. Think of a sword that you can control and put in your scabbard." You told me to try to imagine my power to spread like a single sword, and then the power would fall within my will and the sword would fit into my scabbard. As you can see, the power has stopped coming out. After that, Fushimi-san gave me a valuable tutorial.”

The new member smiles with a big smile. In the background, Domyoji yelled, "Hey, Fushimi-san!" It made him want to hit.

"Then I started to think that my power was not just a nuisance, but something that, if controlled, could do something. At that time, you helped me and I never got lost. Thanks to Fushimi-san. I am very grateful to you!"

The new member tilted his hips at a right angle. Fushimi inadvertently clicked his tongue due to the situation.

"I was just doing my job."

"And during the January paranoia, there were many people who were helped by people dressed in blue. I wish I could be one of them..."

In response to Fushimi's naive response, the new members raised their heads and turned bright faces towards Fushimi and the members behind them. Fushimi, who became troublesome, left Akiyama's place behind him and pressed the newcomer's response.

Akiyama steps forward and touches the new member's shoulder with a refreshing face that Fushimi cannot.

"Our job is to keep order with the cause in mind and help people. Now you can become someone who helps."

"Yes."

Awashima, who was reviewing the saber to be delivered at the enlistment ceremony, giggled a little as she looked at Fushimi and approached the edge of the floor while listening to the heat sensitive exchange on her back.

"You did a good job."

"I don't remember saying that."

It is uncomfortable. Fushimi is not good at teaching people things. At that time, he feels like I've been thinking about how to lead him. He was really cursing.

Munakata, Awashima, narrowed their eyes and looked at Fushimi, then they looked at the sky. It was a clear blue cloudless sky.

"The sword will no longer float in this sky, but the path we have taken, led by the Captain, will be the mark of "Scepter 4" in the future."

Awashima briefly closed her eyes longingly for Damocles' blue sword.

They can hear the sounds of Munakata's shoe.

Recognizing Munakata walking slowly from the barracks building towards them, Awashima shouted out loud, saying, "Line up!"

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Although he was unable to empower the clan member, the enlistment ceremony was carried out as before.

The new members are called one by one, and they walk in front of Munakata to kneel down. Awashima hands the sword to Munakata, and Munakata releases it from its scabbard. Munakata places the sword on the new member's shoulder and speaks quietly.

The saber is clad by Munakata and presented to the new members.

"Promise to act with the pride and belief of a swordsman, and take up the sword."

The new member vows and receives the sword to wield it. Until now, at that time, Munakata's blue power was bestowed with the sword, and blue light was transmitted from the sword to the entire body, but now that phenomenon does not occur.

This ritual has no special meaning; it is only one way. However, Fushimi knows that Munakata values "form". He believes that for a human being it is worth the formal weight and makes clear the will of a person.

After the sabers had been awarded to the new members, Munakata slowly looked at each of the new aligned members.

"As of today, you are members of "Scepter 4". One day, suddenly, you were given some powers, unlike the other members who had the ability to be prepared and willing. Fufu, in that sense, you can be more like a "king"."

The new members are looking at Munakata.

A breeze blew and the lined cherry blossoms scattered petals across the ground.

"You who have gained power regardless of your choice, however, have decided to obtain a sword of blue order by your own choice. Not a sword to hurt, a sword to control and protect. You are like-minded, members of the Clan. Blue. Get ready."

At the same time that Munakata slightly admired, Awashima ordered.

"All the staff, Batto!"

The members draw the sword one after another. New members do the same. The blades shining in the sunlight received a forest and turned towards the sky.

"Control the sword with your sword. In our cause, there is no cloudiness!"

Under the clear blue sky, Munakata's voice sounded high.

#K #k project #k fan clan #k stories #scepter 4 #Saruhiko Fushimi #reisi munakata #awashima seri

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noirlevity · 4 years ago

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Tough Love 24

Pairing: Mikorei Fandom: K project. Synopsis: Mikoto and Reishi are both Kings of warring kingdoms. With the Red Kingdom getting more and more powerful, it was threatening to crush the Blue Kingdom. As the Blue King, Reishi wanted to end conflict even it means throwing away his body and dignity. TW: dubcon, rape, abuse Read: a03 || ffnet A/N: Smut.

“Munakata…”

“Don’t say anymore, idiot.” Reishi roused himself. Supported by his elbow, he pulled Mikoto by the nape of the neck to kiss him.

“I told you I want it.” Reishi crooned. He’s aroused.He couldn’t help himself. Being this near to Mikoto made him crave for his body heat.

“I want it. I want you.”

Provocations like these were all Reishi could do to make his desire known. He’s still trembling a little at their nearness. The warmth of Mikoto’s breath on his face reminded him of painful things. The conflict mixed in his gut and the danger he felt made him sigh yet was not enough to deter him from planting wet kisses on Mikoto’s mouth. The kisses started soft, then became hurried and long. Mikoto stayed still, accepting it with eyes starting to glaze. Reishi tilts his head to kiss the other side of Mikoto’s mouth moaning softly as he worshipped it.

It’s been a long time since he felt like this. It was as if he was going to lose himself as he clung to Mikoto’s lips.

Mikoto cursed when Reishi inserted his tongue. The two of them don’t share deep kisses and it’s making his head spin. He pulled Reishi in and responded to the kisses with the same vigor. The intensity of their kiss was hypnotic. Reishi moaned as Mikoto sucked his tongue and licked the crevices of his mouth.

Was this also how he kisses Totsuka? Was this also the same kisses he gives her when they do it? Was there even a difference between kissing the beloved and the enemy?

The thoughts were painful but it was something he knew couldn’t be helped. At this time, Reishi just wanted to be fucked. He just wanted to fuck. He remembers Mikoto’s confession and breaks their kiss, eyes glazed from lust, panting heavily next to Mikoto’s ear. He noticed Mikoto’s throbbing cock that was already hard for him.

“I’ll do everything. Just sit back and relax.”

In the past, when they meet to have sex, Reishi does his utmost not to look at Mikoto and just wait for things to end. Now, Reishi couldn’t help but stare at how erotic Mikoto’s dick looked as he leaked precum. The large vein that snaked up his length made him feel even hotter and harder. He touched him and massaged his massive cock.

Damn. Reishi couldn’t help but curse. No wonder whenever he resisted him, he would end up hurting more. With a manhood like this, surely it wouldn’t be hard for someone to take him.

Reishi swallowed a lump in his throat.

Fuck. Excitement made Reishi shiver. The warm thing in his hand twitched as he accidentally squeezed it. He looked up and caught Mikoto’s aroused face. The redhead pulled him in to kiss him hard. The slick sounds his handjob made, made his hole feel empty. He played with himself using the lube-like ointment he found with the supplies.

Pushing Mikoto back, he adjusted his glasses and began to lick Mikoto’s length. He planted wet kisses and sucked from time to time. Reishi didn’t expect the day would come that he would actually do this for Suoh Mikoto, his enemy, the person he hated.

Looking at the blue king giving him head, Mikoto couldn’t help but feel a clench in his loins. He licked his lips and moaned as he looked at Reishi’s sunken cheeks. The sight of Reishi’s mouth enveloping his manhood made him feel even more aroused.

Reishi bobbed his mouth up and down Mikoto’s dick. Mikoto, unable to stop himself, grabbed him by the chin and kissed him hard. Reishi was surprised when Mikoto licked his tongue again and again. The thought of Mikoto tasting himself as he sucked on his tongue gave him gooseflesh.

He was right, Mikoto could taste himself in Reishi’s mouth but he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind no matter how wrong this scene looked.

“Barbarian…” Reishi admonishes as he hovered his mouth on Mikoto’s own. He still gives him another kiss before pulling away.

“Look closely.”

A smirk was painted at Reishi’s mouth when he positioned his ass above Mikoto's hard cock. Slowly, he inserted it inside and took time to lower himself to take it all in. The feeling of having something inside of him was not something new to him. Mikoto always fucked like this. Since he hasn’t been doing this for a while now, it was not easy for him to put Mikoto’s huge thing in.

He was not going to lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. The truth was he found satisfaction in the pain that it caused. In fact, it made him even feel hotter that he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

“You’re so tight.” Mikoto drawls as Reishi clenches around him.

The friction between skins felt good when Reishi began moving up and down Mikoto’s length.

“Suoh…” Reishi whined. Mikoto devoured his mouth as he thrust deeply.

The act gave Reishi a mix of pleasure and humiliation. It was only natural because up until now, whenever the two of them had sex, he only felt shame and confusion. For some reason, now he felt incredibly good.

It was a weird feeling.

He doesn’t quite understand it himself.

As he moved, Reishi realized that he wanted to be pushed down and be fucked hard. He realized he wanted to be owned and treated roughly. He remembered those times Mikoto played with his body in an attempt to give him both pleasure and punishment. It was painful because he resisted it until he couldn’t anymore. But just like the first time they fucked, when they were still negotiating the armistice, he had his way just like this—riding him.

Mikoto grabbed Reishi by the shoulder and pushed him down underneath him. He couldn’t resist anymore.

“Your wound!”

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

Mikoto thrust deeper, making Reishi cry.

“Ahhn!”

Reishi wrapped his arms around Mikoto’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss as the redhead continued pounding him.

“Mmmm… Aaaah…”

Tears started pooling at the corner of Reishi’s eyes as he held tightly onto Mikoto.

“Suoh.. Aaah…. It feels good..”

Mikoto was edging closer to his climax as Reishi heaved his name.

When Reishi tightened his arms around him, Mikoto pulled out and came all over Reishi. After a few seconds, Reishi also came. The image of Reishi covered in his cum was the most erotic thing Mikoto had ever seen in his life. His heaving chest and lust-glazed eyes made Mikoto want to fuck again. It was not his call to make though. Instead, he searched for something to wipe Reishi off.

“Suoh... “ Reishi whispered tiredly.

“Mmm?”

“If only things were different.” The blue king looked away when he said that.

It came off as a shock honestly. Just recently, he was tormenting him. When somehow they both remembered their first meeting, and after hearing Reishi’s confession, Mikoto realized that he'd done something that was unforgivable. He shouldn’t have blamed Reishi for the death of his parents. He shouldn’t have been obsessed with vengeance. When he saw him again as two leaders of opposing kingdoms, he didn’t think Reishi would forget what he did. He thought he'd be surprised to see him again. He thought he'd hate him as much as he did but there was none of that. Curiosity was all there was in the blue king’s violet eyes. There was also confidence. The blue king was confident that Mikoto would play by his tune, when he realized it was far from the truth, he tried seduction instead.

Sure the Blue King was beautiful. It was not difficult to be attracted to someone like him. But Mikoto’s hatred towards him wasn’t easy to dispel. Reishi had been desperate. It made Mikoto wonder why he was desperate like that to the point of throwing away his body and his dignity. The time when they fucked inside Reishi’s royal carriage, Mikoto remembered feeling taken aback at being desired. His enemy desired him. He could feel it in the way he peppered his face with hungry kisses, In the way he looked at him whenever they met to discuss things.

It was enough to make him angry.

‘Does Reishi even realize?’ was all he could think. He wanted to crush him. He wanted the blue king to respond to his hate with hatred as well. Before he knew it, it spiraled out of proportion. When his hatred turned to lust and affection started growing out of it, Reishi continued responding with hatred while he was overcome by guilt and consequence…. that is until yesterday.

When he was done cleaning Reishi, he snuggled up to him and slept beside him.

----

The rain finally let up in the morning. Mikoto and Reisi walked towards Reishi’s estate. When they arrived at Reishi’s estate, they were greeted by the surprised faces of Reishi’s attendants. They were all worried about Reishi. When they saw Mikoto with him they almost panicked. They all knew how much Reishi hated the man so it was a surprise that the two of them seemed to have spent the night together without problems. It also seemed that their king had gotten closer to the red king.

Mikoto didn’t notice their stares. He was preoccupied by the place. It was familiar. Because it was a bit near the house where he used to live, it somehow brought some memories back.

Reishi asked one if his attendants to fetch Mikoto a doctor and another one to prepare a room for the general. He announced that in the meantime he was going to allow Mikoto to rest in his bedroom. The maids looked at each other as they bowed before preparing breakfast and Mikoto’s room.

When they arrived at Reishi’s room, Reishi opened the curtains. He was about to change his clothes when he felt Mikoto hug him from the back. Reishi blushed and admonished the redhead in his mind. To distract himself, he decided to change the topic.

“When did your condition start?”

“I don’t know. It was not always like this. I wasn’t born to have a body that has difficulty clotting its wound.”

Reishi dragged Mikoto to the bed and motioned for him to lay down. Mikoto followed obediently and patted his side, motioning Reishi to lay beside him. However, Reishi only sat on the bed and gazed down at Mikoto. His brows furrowed.

“Don’t look at me like that. It's the truth.”

Reishi sighed.

“But maybe this is the product of that curse they were saying.”

“What?”

“The rumor, that any one who tries to harm the Blue King will be punished.”

“Ridiculous.” Reishi rolled his eyes.

“For a leader of such a religious nation, you sure act like an atheist.”

“I don’t believe in those kinds of things. I only believe in science and divine providence, not baseless rumors and myths.”

“Don’t worry. Even if I’m gone, they’ll be others who will protect the kingdom.”

Reishi flicked Mikoto’s forehead, earning a frown from the redhead.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Mikoto smirked and held Reishi’s clenched hand.

“Munakata… I’m sorry.”

“Idiot.”

“I love you.” Mikoto says matter of factly.

Reishi looked away and said,

“A lot of things has happened between us. We’ve both hurt each other in some ways you know. But I’m glad you took the initiative to make things right.”

Reishi swept away the tufts of hair that covered Mikoto’s eyes.

“Rest first and then we’ll eat when you wake up.”

Mikoto pulled Reishi to kiss him on the cheek.

“Stay with me. We only have a few days together before we return.”

Returning meant both going back to each of their families. Reishi clenched his hands and swallowed a lump in his throat. It was weird really, that he still feels frustrated at the thought that Mikoto decided to marry without even telling him first. It was true that as retaliation he also announced his marriage. But this was because he wanted to show Mikoto that he was not foolish to want to possess him as well. He wanted to show him his thoughts and actions were his but...

“Mikoto’s going to be married” as Izumo said those words it felt as if his world had shattered. He didn't know why that pained him enough to feel his heart sink. It was hard pretending nothing was wrong, that he was perfectly alright. However, he had to keep appearances because Izumo closely observed him.

Reishi declined Mikoto’s offer. He didn't need to get attached even more. Mikoto after all didn’t suffer from the same guilt as he did.

It was not easy to understand what Reishi was thinking. Mikoto had the inkling that maybe he was thinking about that tundra woman. He let it slide. They both needed a break.

----

“How is he doctor?”

“There seems to be nothing wrong with his body.

“His wounds do coagulate, only slowly and.. Yes.. but anyone will die if they are wounded critically..

“Have you been feeling unwell general? If so since when?”

“No.. I’m fine. I haven't been feeling unwell.”

“If that is so, then there is nothing to worry about. I’ll give you medicine and tips on how to maintain your body so that the speed of your coagulation will improve.”

“So it’s not a curse after all?” Mikoto chuckled.

“No. But you still have to take care of your body, your highness. Even if you're the strongest warrior, you won’t be for long if you don’t take care of your health.”

The doctor excused himself, leaving both Mikoto and Reishi alone.

“Isn’t it great? You can’t die from being only wounded once after all.”

“Why? Were you happy if it turned out to be true?”

Reishi huffed. The idiot didn't notice that Reishi was actually quite worried for him. The blue king was grateful for it.

“Let’s eat. Breakfast is ready.”

While they were eating, Reishi talked about a piece of information that was just sent earlier to them.

“While you were asleep I was informed that the tribal wars in the south had worsened and are threatening something close to a civil war in the area. We need to intervene as soon as possible and aim for the tribes to make peace.”

“Was the information from Izumo?”

“Yes. I already informed him that you are at my estate this morning. It seemed like the messenger got lost because he couldn't find you in Rahsti.”

“Munakata… be careful around Izumo. He seems to have taken a liking to you.”

“Really?”

“The guy’s not bad. It’s just that he gets greedy when he wants something.”

“But aren’t the two of you friends?”

“We are…”

“Then what’s the problem? Surely he won’t touch anyone who is already with another? He isn’t scum like that right?”

“Yeah. You’re right. But the guy’s quite the obsessive freak behind that calm demeanor of his.”

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

Mikoto just stared at Reishi finding the right timing to ask him to accompany him to visit his parent’s tomb.

#mikorei #k project #suoh mikoto #munakata reishi #k #fics

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purpli-writes · 4 years ago

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Profile: Hagakure Yasuhiro (Chapter 1: It Starts With A Crash)

Summary:

Hagakure Yasuhiro, former Ultimate Clairvoyant and current Ultimate Despair, has caught the attention of the Future Foundation.

What will happen to Hagakure with the Future Foundation so close to capturing him?

Updates every Wednesday.

You can read it on AO3 here

Work was supposed to be dull today for Shimizu and Itsuki. The two were working in comfortable silence, mostly looking at paperwork.

That was until they heard glass shatter and an alarm begin to ring.

“Huh…?!” Shimizu yelled out, looking towards the source of the noise. Itsuki quickly followed, feeling his heartbeat increase as he made eye contact with the person.

Hagakure Yasuhiro, former Ultimate Clairvoyant, current Ultimate Despair.

Reflexively Itsuki reached for his gun, mind reacting to the danger that stood before him. Shimizu grabbed at his arm, sending him a glance.

They were going to try to solve this peacefully then?

“Hagakure-san,” Itsuki began, forcing his voice to be stable. “What brings you here to Future Foundation Division 7?”

“We’re not going to hurt you, Hagakure-san,” Shimizu added helpfully. “We’ll grant you protection as long as you communicate with us.”

Hagakure stared at them, looking like a cornered animal.

Before Itsuki or Shimizu could say anything Hagakure turned-tail and fled the same way he came in.

“Did… he just jump?” Shimizu asked, staring where Hagakure used to be. “That guy sure was weird, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know what you were expecting, Usagi-san,” Itsuki said, getting ready to contact the other divisions. “But I suggest you get ready for a slew of questions.”

“Huuuh…?! But the weirdest thing he did was stare at you for a couple of seconds, Itsuki-kun!” Shimizu complained.

“Stare at me…?” Itsuki paused. “Wasn’t he just staring at you?”

“No way! That guy was barely staring at me at all,” Shimizu said, walking up to Itsuki. “It was a little creepy if you ask me.”

“You’re just imagining things, Usagi-san,” Itsuki said, smiling slightly. “You must be in shock.”

“Well actually, you’re the one smiling, Itsuki-kun,” Shimizu countered. “So if anyone is in shock it’s you.”

“I smile sometimes,” Itsuki said, beginning to make the first call. “You’re just not attentive enough.”

“Hey! Take that back, Itsuki-kun!”

“Nozomi, Shimizu, come in,” Munakata said, moving out of their way.

“Munakata-san, is it safe to assume that you have questions about the incident?” Itsuki asked as he sat down.

“No offense Munakata-san, but anything we tell you isn’t going to be very useful,” Shimizu added. “Despite what we know about the remnants this event was just very anticlimactic…”

“Any information about despair is better than nothing,” Munakata said, voice carefully neutral. “Could you give any specific information?”

“He didn’t say anything,” Itsuki said. “Hagakure-san seemed very confused about the whole situation.”

“Which he didn’t even have a right to be!” Shimizu added. “He’s not the one who had someone crash into their office!”

“He said nothing at all?” Munakata asked.

“Nothing,” Itsuki confirmed. “I don’t even think he knew where he was.”

“It was almost like he wasn’t even hearing us,” Shimizu said. “Itsuki-kun and I tried to negotiate with him and he just jumped out of the window!”

“He treated us as a threat despite us not even attempting anything!” Shimizu finished, pouting slightly. “Hagakure-san didn’t even give us a chance!”

“That isn’t surprising,” Munakata said blankly. “And there is nothing else you wish to add?”

“We’re positive,” Itsuki said as Shimizu nodded.

“But why are you wasting time asking us about the remnant instead of searching for him, Munakata-san?” Shimizu asked. “He couldn’t have gotten that far from here!”

“We’re already searching for him,” Munakata answered.

“Why would he do something as risky as entering the Future Foundation’s main building?” Itsuki asked. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

“We’ve been luring Hagakure closer and closer,” Munakata explained. “He seems to be their weakest link.”

“Their weakest link…?” Itsuki repeated.

“I mean that makes sense, probably,” Shimizu said. “With the way he was acting it does seem like he was set up.”

“But hey! If he was set up did you specifically tell him to go to the 7th division?” Shimizu asked. “That wouldn’t make much sense…”

“We didn’t tell him to go to any of the divisions,” Munakata said. “He did that out of his own free will.”

“It’s as if he’s almost asking to be captured,” Itsuki noted.

“What are we going to do once he is captured, Munakata-san?” Shimizu asked.

“It depends on how many casualties we sustain,” Munakata began. “If we can get Hagakure relatively easily then we’ll try to reform him.”

“If we can’t?” Itsuki asked.

“Then we just kill him,” Munakata said. “He might end up dead either way.”

Itsuki frowned, crossing his arms.

“Do you have a problem with that, Nozomi?” Munakata asked, staring pointedly at Itsuki.

“Are you sure we should just give up on Hagakure-san so early, Munakata-san?” Itsuki asked. “They’re still humans.”

“They’re no longer humans, they’re monsters,” Munakata said. “It would be wise of you to save your pity for things more deserving, Nozomi.”

“You can’t just-” Itsuki began, only to be elbowed by Shimizu.

“We understand and respect your decisions, Munakata-san,” Shimizu said forcefully. “Don’t we, Itsuki-kun?”

“Yes,” Itsuki responded, rubbing his side. “I can understand your opinion on this, Munakata-san.”

“I’m glad you came to your senses,” Munakata said coldly. “If you two have nothing more to add, you are free to go.”

Itsuki and Shimizu nodded, leaving Munakata quickly.

Once in the safety of their own wing, Shimizu stopped Itsuki, glaring at him slightly.

“What’s wrong, Usagi-san?” Itsuki asked.

“What do you mean what’s wrong, Itsuki-kun?” Shimizu asked. “Could you really not tell what you did wrong?”

“What I did wrong…?”

“Yes, your savior complex is bad to have, Itsuki-kun!” Shimizu scolded. “Not a lot of people are going to have a weird obsession with the remnants, y’know!”

“Weird obsession…? I don’t have a weird obsession with the remnants…” Itsuki complained, staring at Shimizu sheepishly.

“Expressing your unpopular opinions around here is liable to get you killed!” Shimizu continued. “Or even worse, fired!”

“Your scolding has little effect when you think being fired is worse than death…” Itsuki said, scratching at his cheek.

“Huh…? You think dying is worse than losing your livelihood…?!”

“You have odd priorities, Usagi-san…”

The Future Foundation was known for being annoying to its enemies. Not always was the Future Foundation threatening, in fact, most of the time it was anything but, however, the Future Foundation did always have their nose in things.

At least, that’s what Yasuhiro thought.

The Future Foundation was constantly after Yasuhiro for reasons he couldn’t discern, he figured they probably weren’t that good anyway. But Yasuhiro had enough of their constant badgering, he was going to stop them, at least for a bit.

That’s how he ended up crashing into their seventh floor, facing only two agents.

The two agents, a gray-haired girl, and a black-haired boy turned to face him as soon as the Future’s Foundation alarm began to blare.

The black-haired boy readied his weapon, only to be stopped by the girl. When Yasuhiro looked at the threat he felt a pang of something, it was familiarity he quickly realized.

But what about that boy was familiar?

“Hagakure-san,” the boy began nonchalantly as if he hadn’t almost just tried to attack him. “What brings you here to Future Foundation Division 7?”

“We’re not going to hurt you, Hagakure-san,” the girl added, voice painfully sweet. “We’ll grant you protection as long as you communicate with us.”

Protection…? That was laughable. They were the ones who needed protection from him, not the other way around.

Still, it wasn’t like he wanted to kill these two agents. But he doubted he would have many choices at this rate.

The boy at least needed to be protected, although he didn’t know why he was so sure of that.

Before the boy or the girl could try to say anything else Yasuhiro fled, jumping out from the hole he made in the window.

Barely grabbing the support he used to climb up, he laughed due to the rush.

A pleasant feeling filled him as he made his way down quickly. He didn’t recognize the feeling yet, but it was nice.

Things weren’t supposed to be nice.

Yasuhiro was vaguely aware of the area he had run to, knowing that the Future Foundation was probably hot on his tail.

So much for a promised protection, he mused.

Once Yasuhiro figured he was far enough from the main building he stopped, needing to catch his breath.

While he stopped he surveyed the world around him, a nice destroyed neighborhood.

It wasn’t anywhere familiar, sadly, there wasn’t much despair to be found in random people losing their homes.

And likely their lives as well.

But it seemed to prove that the Future Foundation was more worried about outward appearances than fixing the world.

Not that Yasuhiro cared either way, if anything that would just keep despair flowing in people’s hearts.

Even if Junko...

Yasuhiro shook his head, clearing his mind of that despairing topic. He had bigger things to worry about, like not being captured.

He could despair about Junko on a later date.

On the line of not being captured Yasuhiro realized he didn’t have many options. He couldn’t exactly contact the remnants or Ikusaba, revealing their locations would give the Future Foundation a good opportunity to capture and potentially kill them.

Even being captured didn’t seem to be a good option, even if Yasuhiro was tortured by the Future Foundation, which would give him more despair than he could dream of, that would mean potentially seeing that agent again.

Thinking of the boy gave him a spark, a spark he barely recognized.

It was disgusting, a feeling from his past life.

Hope was dead, Junko had made sure of it. Skewering it just before it could bloom.

Still, even after everything Yasuhiro had gone through it was too much of a risk to see that agent again. Regardless of the fact that Yasuhiro was far gone that little bit of hope for no good reason was dangerous.

Junko’s teachings were strong, but she wasn’t alive anymore to enforce them.

But currently, Yasuhiro couldn’t afford any more time to think about the agent or Junko. He needed to flee once more.

He couldn’t have possibly gained enough ground.

“Hagakure,” a deep voice interrupted his train of thought. “We are agents of the Future Foundation, come with us peacefully or come with us dead.”

Yasuhiro looked at his pursuers, three agents, each with guns, glared at him.

“I’m not going with you either way,” Yasuhiro answered, smiling smugly at the agents.

The agents fell for the bait, quickly loading their weapons, readying for fire.

“This is your last chance,” the agent with a deep voice said. “We’ve been given orders to take you alive or dead, how we return you does not matter to us.”

“I guess you’re going in empty-handed then,” Yasuhiro said, preparing his knives. “Although I can’t promise you’ll be going back uninjured.”

Yasuhiro attacked first, hitting both agents behind the leading one. Luckily, both agents were merely incapacitated and not killed.

Why did he care anyway…?

Before Yasuhiro could attack again the leading agent fired, hitting him right in the leg. It wasn’t a lethal wound, at least not yet, but it did prove the threat these agents gave.

Yasuhiro attacked, more precisely, making sure the agent fell to the ground. He was sure the agent could survive the injury if treated soon.

It wasn’t his problem anyway.

Yasuhiro fled, realizing that the other two agents would have their attention on their leader. They were predictable in the best sort of way.

Still, Yasuhiro wasn’t in the best of state. He couldn’t get too far with his current injury.

There wasn’t much Yasuhiro could do, he was a sitting duck.

Despair at being captured filled him, which was a comfort.

Hope at seeing the agent again warred with it, causing a pain sharper than the bullet hole in his leg.

What could he do other than wait?

#itsuki nozomi verse #makoto naegi #usagi shimizu #yasuhiro hagakure #kyosuke munakata

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ryuukia · 5 years ago

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[Translation] Tsukihana Kagura Message Cards

If you’re one of the lucky people who got to buy this pamphlet, you probably got some message cards with it. I only got Hajime and Arata, but with Ruby’s help I managed to gather all the messages (thanks again).

I translated Tsukiuta, SQ and Alive, Ryota translated the Vazzrock and infinit0 messages. Enjoy~

Please don’t repost/retranslate/reuse my translations. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Six Gravity

Shiwasu Kakeru:

“Kou-kun’s refreshments are so, so, so delicious……. I’m always the first one to take my share! I-it’s not like I’m waiting in front of the desk!“

Mutsuki Hajime:

“I ended up taking a nap while waiting, and when I woke up in front of my eyes was Issa-san’s sleeping face. I was ready to get up due to astonishment, but then I realized Shun was glued to my back in his sleep. I had to ask Haru to help me out. Stop laughing.”

Kisaragi Koi:

“The costumes are once again so cool! They’re so cool I can’t help but get excited! When I’m so excited I feel the strongest! Tsukihana Kagura, Kisaragi Koi, ready to dance!“

Yayoi Haru:

“Random Tsukipro miscellaneous knowledge: Among all our idols, those who can memorize the script fast are Hajime, Tsubasa-san from SolidS, Ryo-san from Growth, Takaaki-san from VAZZY and Ruka from ROCK DOWN. I guess I should get to work too.“

Uduki Arata:

“Why can we have team muscle training, but we can’t have team strawberry milk? Because it’ll make us more thirsty? That’s not true. Would you like to have some, Ouka-san?“

Satsuki Aoi:

“Rikka-san and I engaged in this blissful discussion about herbariums while we were waiting. We promised to go to a course about it together as soon as we’re done with Tsukihana Kagura. I can’t wait.“

Procellarum

Minaduki Rui:

“I made Russian pudding for the first time in a long while. Roa got the ‘bullet’ and I got a nice reaction from him. Rei laughed.”

Fuduki Kai:

“Kensuke and I got so pumped up after talking about ramen that we started visiting shop after shop together! The others told us to stop because we’ve already eaten too much! All these rehearsals are making me hungry!”

Haduki You:

“This scent coming from ROCK DOWN’s Reiji…… is it, by any chance…… First Love & Rose?“

Nagatsuki Yoru:

“Eichi from QUELL taught me the recipe for his Horimiya-style dry curry. I’m looking forward to giving it a try after we’re done with this.”

Kannaduki Iku:

“When I talked to Ren-kun about how Rui's been teaching me to play the piano, he said "Let's perform together someday!"... I gotta practice more!”

Shimotsuki Shun:

“Each dance reflects its unit’s personality and charm, I guess that goes without saying. …...But among them! Hajime’s! Kagura is!! Bewitching!! Amazing!!! The best OF the best!!!! That sleeve you see waving in the air is mine!!!!“

SOARA

Ohara Sora:

“Who’s been waiting for it? The day when this guy will be performing the ‘kagura’ is coming……!! I’ll dance!! With elegance! And beauty! Achoo!“

Arihara Morihito:

“Hearing Sou during the reading practice reminded me of our school days. When we talk to each other across the desk, it feels like nothing has changed since then. “

Kagurazaka Soshi:

“While we were practicing the kagura, Sora sent his folding fan flying. “Nice catch!’ my hat. From now on we’re under intensive training. Look at Ayumu-san and Haruto-san, that’s the kind of dancing posture you should have.”

Munakata Ren:

“Talking with Sou-nii and Eichi-san about training clothes got me really excited. With their build, they’d really look good in that. I wish my shoulders were as broad as theirs. “

Nanase Nozomu:

“It seems in this play we have traditional Japanese instruments! I want to try playing the shamisen too~! The charismatic shamisen player (?) is here!“

Growth

Etou Kouki:

“It's really fun talking to the other units’ members whenever the refreshments I bring catch their attention. The first one to notice when I bring refreshments is…… I’ll keep that a secret (laughs).“

Yaegashi Kensuke:

“This odd group consisting of Kakeru, Koi, Iku, Naosuke, Takaaki-san and I went yesterday to a shop that sells Sichuanese food~! It was so spicy I think it made me sweat more than the rehearsals did (laughs)?“

Sakuraba Ryota:

“It’s better for you to stretch properly, Mamoru. If your body is not warmed up enough, you might end up injuring yourself.“

Fujimura Mamoru:

“Ryo-kun is a demon when it comes to stretching! But I think he’s so strict with me because he cares about me! In other words, all I have to do is give my best!”

SolidS

Takamura Shiki:

“With my other jobs’ deadlines and the stage play rehearsals overlapping each other, I’m slowly starting to feel like I’m caught on a battlefield. After I get past this mountain, I think I’ll be able to dance naturally.“

Okui Tsubasa:

“Whenever we have to wait, Dai-chan and Kai from Procella always work on their muscles, but at one point the number of members increased so much that now it feels more like a club activity~ (laughs). Kai is the head and Dai-chan is his assistant!“

Sera Rikka:

“Lately, Shiki’s been in high spirits. But considering his current work situation, that excitement came to surface because this play gives him the chance to escape from reality. Whenever he’s in a tight spot during rehearsals, he ends up resorting to ad-libs. Right now he’s in need of a lot of attention (smiles bitterly).”

Murase Dai:

“The number of people joining us in muscle training during rehearsals has been increasing. Futaba from VAZZY and Gaku from ROCK DOWN are in really good shape. Seeing them makes me want to practice sports.“

QUELL

Izumi Shu:

“Seeing familiar faces in the training hall made it very fun. I guess it was also a good boost for Issei and Ichiru.“

Horimiya Eichi:

“The apple pie I baked together with Aoi-kun from Gravi was a delicacy! The stewed refreshments brought by Yoru-kun from Procella were also really tasty, so…… won’t you tell me the recipe after this?“

Kuga Issei:

“Since Haru-san and Morihito-san were reading something during break, I asked them to recommend some books. I want to give them a try after this. Both of them are thirsty for knowledge.“

Kuga Ichiru:

“With You, Nozomu, Issa and me part of the red team, our colour team’s dance skills level is high! I have to keep up with them! Alright! I’ll do my best“

VAZZY

Mamiya Takaaki:

“I went out to drink with a few of my old colleagues ♪ We talked a lot about so many interesting things like what parts of us have changed and what parts haven’t.“

Kira Ouka:

“I’m still in the middle of learning how to be an actor, so I observe a lot of things in the practice hall. Arata and Aoi seem to have stage experience, so I consult with them about how to conduct myself on stage.“

Kiduku Issa:

“I’m looking for a place to sleep in, y’know? They’re practically people I’m already familiar with. Sho, Hajime, Arata, etc. They won’t mind even if I sleep next to them.“

Kiduku Futaba:

“I’m training extra hard with Nao-kun and Yuma-kun for the kagura! It’s pretty difficult dancing in a kimono, isn’t it? I’m trying hard to make sure not to have my sleeves hit me in the face… (bitter smile) “

Oyama Naosuke:

“It’s so fun talking with the other units during the joint stage! I was talking about cats with Procella’s Rui-san the other day! Yay!“

Shirase Yuma:

“I’ve gotten along with Issei-kun and Ichiru-kun after we went out to eat one day. I managed to give them their birthday present, too!“

ROCK DOWN

Onoda Sho:

“What I was looking forward to during rehearsals was tea time with Shun. We’ve been told that the ‘atmosphere feels weirdly white’ when we talk, you know?“

Kujikawa Haruto:

“Since the traditional costumes are very heavy, it can become taxing both physically and mentally. But since the back is not tied up, it feels a bit more loose. I'll try to do this with dignity.“

Amaha Reiji:

“Just watching the other units in their costume is fun. Koi and You and… Oh, Tsubasa, too. It seems like they were interested in other units too, because they ended up approaching me the other day (laughs).“

Tachibana Ayumu:

“The Japanese sweets I was given yesterday were so delicious they moved me. Like that one I got from Growth’s Kouki-kun. I’ll ask him where he bought that next time.“

Oguro Gaku:

“I stretch and do muscle training at our rehearsal hall. I’m next to Procella’s Ikkun a lot, so we’ve become friends ♪“

Nadumi Ruka:

“Signing the promo posters turned into a competition against Gravi’s Arata! I won’t lose~ ☆“

infinit0

Sukigawa Rei

“I was expecting the design of Mamoru’s costume to be a pachira, but I was wrong. Guess that’s obvious (laughs). I was really interested in hearing about your song-writing, so let’s talk more next time, okay?“

Mikaze Roa

“This is my first time putting on a costume like this! I’m so excited ☆ But Taka-chan, please stop tickling my sides~! If you do it to me, I’ll fight back! There!”

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szivtalan · 4 years ago

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Fushimi, Misaki Yata, Bojack, Diane and Princess Carolyn for the character thing please?

i’m doing a whole read more bc this is long as shit

Fushimi Saruhiko

do I like them: yes, he is my bastard son and I would die for him.

5 good qualities: smart, resilient, really fucking tough, caring towards his friends, knows when to move on.

3 bad qualities: he can be kind of obsessive, the self-loathing levels are off the fucking charts, and also he’s sort of a psycho?

favourite episode/etc: his introductory episode is chefs kiss, but I think my favorite Fushimi moments are in the kotatsu chapter of the manga. Also, the interaction between him and Totsuka in which Totsuka asks him to give a reason for his betrayal later.

otp: you can take SaruMi out of my cold dead hands

brotp: Fushimi and the Scepter4 guys are so goddamn dorky together

ot3: I have a thing for Munakata/Fushimi/Mikoto eeeuugh don’t judge ok. Alternatively, Munakata/Fushimi/Awashima is also Really Nice

notp: apparently some people ship him with his dad, I’d say that.

best quote: probably the “I can’t stand people with a big heart.” monologue. It’s actually really relatable, resenting people for being too good and making someone else feel inferior bc of it.

head canon: This is already canon, but I think not many people are aware that Fushimi self-harms. In my opinion, he also does it underneath the bullshit little cloth around his forearms, but you have to consider that the HOMRA tattoo might represent the team itself, but it is on his skin. He burned that shit and refuses to let it heal completely by picking at it every five minutes - which also happens whenever he’s feeling stressed or melancholic about the past. That is self harm.

Yata Misaki

do I like them: oh of Course, he’s baby

5 good qualities: his love, his loyalty, his absolute shyness with girls (gay cough so very gay), his subtle naivety and his honesty

3 bad qualities: his temper, his obliviousness, and his inability to resolve tension

favourite episode/etc: I loved their flashbacks with Fushimi?

otp: SaruMi, ofc

brotp: Totsuka/Yata

ot3: man he is Baby, he can barely get it on w one person without getting flustered but I wanna say he could be involved in that Kusanagi/Mikoto/Totsuka threeway

notp: I would bet my ass he is in some way shipped w Niki too.

best quote: I can’t think of any notable one

head canon: I think he did try to reach out to Fushimi quite a few times ever since they separated, since he doesn’t have much pride to swallow. It was probably Fushimi who kept avoiding him.

BoJack Horseman

do I like them: y......yes. Very much so

5 good qualities: n/a I MEAN he is witty, smart, and he cares a lot about people in his own way. Also, he’s sensitive but he would never admit to it

3 bad qualities: I guess using people to his own selfish needs and being unable to admit to it or make amends?

favourite episode/etc: 5x6 Free Churro. That whole episode was painfully real; also 4x6 Stupid Piece of Sh*t

otp: I was really rooting for him and Diane in the beginning

brotp: Todd or Peanutbutter. They just... look out for him and its..... so good

ot3: Pb/Diane/BoJack would’ve been nice

notp: Do people ship him with Penny or Sarah Lynn? I feel like they do. gross

best quote: “You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak...”

head canon: I do think he is remorseful and feels struck by guilt every waking hour like he said he is,,, that still doesn’t excuse his shitty behavior

Diane Nguyen

do I like them: I do love her very much

5 good qualities: she cares about so many things and she isn’t afraid to vocalize her opinion, even when the whole world turns on her bc of them. I respect that kind of bravery in someone, that kind of sense of individual responsibility to make the world a better place. She’s everything I used to want to be.

3 bad qualities: she gets way in over her head about things and she is kind of attached to her own melancholy, but I think that’s really just depression speaking most of the time.

favourite episode/etc: the one in which she decides to take medication and get better.

otp: Diane/BoJack could’ve worked if the show had a more idealistic and less realistic take on flawed people. But she is way better off with Guy

brotp: I appreciate how they were there for each other with PC, and how she had a civil relationship with Peanutbutter after their divorce and initial stupidity following that.

ot3: Pb/Diane/BJ

notp: gosh, idk. I’m not familiar with fandom takes but I’m sure I could find something to frown upon once I get to digging. I guess I would say her and Pb weren’t really good for each other?

best quote: “Sometimes, life’s a bitch and then you keep on living.”

head canon: she’s such a well rounded character I have no other thoughts to add

Princess Carolyn

do I like them: I will defend PC with my LIFE

5 good qualities: extremely hardworking and determined, caring to a fault, indescribably loving and nurturing, tough as fuck

3 bad qualities: caring to a fault, naive despite her strong will, gets comfortable with the roles he assigns to the people in her life to the point of not really being able to let them grow/change from it (e.g her relationship with Vanessa and Bojack)

favourite episode/etc: the one where she goes to meet the adoptive mother of her child

otp: I’m really good with Judah/PC

brotp: PC and Todd could take over the world and I’d be cool w it

ot3: I really see her as a one-person-cat

notp: it was painful to see in the end how attached she actually was to BoJack,,,, also I used to like her with Ralph but the whole cat-racism thing was a huge nope

best quote: “I compulsively take care of other people when I don’t know how to take care of myself.” dare I say, HUGE mood

head canon: I have nothing to add except that she’s fucking great

#ask and i shall answer #took me a whole Day to finish but here it is here are my takes........#bojack horseman #k project #fushimi saruhiko #yata misaki #princess carolyn #diane nguyen

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dangan-meme-palace · 5 years ago

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I like Naegi but i agree with your critique. It feels as if they're trying to shove us how he is always right on what to do when he sometimes clearly isn't. To me he doesn't at least try to see and understand the viewpoint of those who strongly disagree with him like Munakata, someone who was personally affected by the tragedy. He shouldn't always have to make all the decisions, I'm guessing that's why Kirigiri became a branch leader, when he often relies on trust and feelings.

The narrative treats Makoto as Jesus-kun and it shows.

I love(/s) how he tried to spare Junko and no one flat out decked him for having the audacity to say that after:

They were almost brainwashed by Junko during the Hope Vs. Despair part of the final trial

She killed just about everyone and everything they held dear

Togami is built like a twig, but since he gets so emotional over his family name during that trial you would think that since Makoto tried the spare the girl who was talking shit about his Proud Family NameTM he would at least try to punch him. Like c'mon Byakuya, he's a tiny dork! You can take him!

More seriously though, I'm really upset that DR3 was the only time Makoto's morals were seriously questioned (are none of the characters allowed to have thoughts beyond what the protagonist deems fair?) and that the person who was questioning his morals was someone who was set up to be the villain for the audience because:

He was Condescending and MeanTM to Makoto and the characters that the audience likes and is familiar with

He doesn't talk it out with Makoto when Makoto does that whole intercom bit and instead gets "irrationally" angry if the narrative tone is anything to go by

His whole design makes him look cold and uncaring, and the narrative pushes that idea with the points below

He tried to kill Juzo after the audience learns that Juzo loves him

He's trying to kill characters that we, as the audience, like and enjoy (counting the Remnants AND Makoto and Co.)

He doesn't agree with Makoto, who we as the audience have been taught is Always Right Because He Was The Good Hero Protagonist Guy That One Time

The show is actively villainizing the one Non-Junko person (which is to say someone that hasn't done World Endingly Horrible Things that automatically would make someone a Villain) that challenges Makoto's ideals at length, with actual strife caused by the disagreement that gets to be on screen for more than a second, because Jesus Protagonist-kun is Always Right and you must Never stray from his teachings or else You are Mean and Bad like the Bad Scary Mean Man.

-tech

#asks #my brains a little too foggy for me to feel like i proof-read this competently so if my points arent very clear im super sorry

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kmorelikegay · 5 years ago

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wheels of fate

It had been Misaki, of all people, to insist on the deep blue wheelchair.

(Or, selected moments from Saruhiko and Misaki's life together after Saruhiko is seriously injured.)

A fic with the worst title in recorded history, written for @sarumifest 2019, day 8: Free day. Also on Ao3.

It had been Misaki, of all people, to insist on the deep blue wheelchair.

Saruhiko hadn’t cared, had maybe even been leaning toward red (call him a masochist, but he had wanted it to hurt a little, a constant reminder of how he’d almost lost everything – and also, maybe, he associated red with good memories and life and – )

Misaki, though, had insisted, and so here he was, freshly discharged from the hospital and blinking in the too-bright sunlight. It’s Thursday morning, and Misaki should be working at his part-time job at the bookstore near Homra (the irony of which isn’t lost on either of them), but instead he’s here, proudly wheeling Saruhiko out the glass front doors of the building where he’s spent the better part of a month, and Saruhiko can feel his smile even facing the opposite direction.

It’s contagious, and he allows himself a small grin despite the residual aches in his body. They are moving back in together, after all.

The day of the accident had been excruciating, both emotionally and physically.

Saruhiko is reluctant to even call it an accident, since his actions had been backed by deep and unhesitating purpose. When he threw himself between Misaki and what had turned out to be three bullets coming his way he was driven by the need to repent, to prove himself worthy of Misaki’s time and love, but mostly by desperation to protect.

The bullets, shot from the weapon concealed from their combined clans by a violent and powerful post-Slate Strain until it was too late, would have hit Misaki somewhere around his stomach and lower chest. It would likely have been fatal. In the moment, Saruhiko had calculated this, made the assessment that three bullets to his lower back (due to their height difference) would be far better than three to Misaki’s midsection, and this cold logic had almost been enough to distract from the near-paralyzing fear he’d felt when he recognized what had been about to occur.

They had been hanging out more since the destruction of the Slate, talking and gaming and rebuilding, even opened a joint savings account they’ve both been depositing into whenever they can, even talked about getting a place together. The warmth that flooded him when he was around Misaki had never faltered, just changed shape over the years, through their friendship and separation and reconciliation, so Saruhiko is familiar enough with what it means when his chest tightens up and his fingers tremble at the mere thought of Misaki’s smile, to say nothing of its physical presence. Their relationship is different this time around, and so the warmth has shifted a little bit again, but mostly it’s intensified, spread through his entire being until sometimes when Misaki’s around he quite literally cannot see or feel anything other than him.

He has lived with that feeling for the better part of his life; he doesn’t know what he’d do without it. That was the thought racing through his mind as he shielded Misaki’s body with his own, his momentum throwing them both to the ground where he’d cupped the back of Misaki’s head in one hand to cushion it. Just as he calculated, two bullets hit his lower back as he fell, one on each side of his spine and the other in his left thigh.

He doesn’t remember much after that – he’d confirmed Misaki’s safety, the relief from his assessment temporarily cushioning the pain of his condition, and then mostly what he remembers is Misaki’s panicked cries and the pain in his back. (He later learned he’d also broken the fingers of one hand from the impact of Misaki’s head, but that couldn’t have mattered to him less – Misaki was safe, Misaki was alive, Misaki was still warm and bright and red.)

As he’d laid on the sun-heated asphalt in a pain-induced daze, his view of the sun blocked every so often by the desperate bustle around him and by Misaki’s figure and Misaki’s fingers wrapped tight around one of his hands, he slowly started to accept another realization: he had been shot once in the leg, but couldn’t feel any pain radiating from that wound.

He figures the others figured it out at some point, when they tried to lift him and his legs proved to be no help at all, but some time later (minutes or hours or weeks, Saruhiko hadn’t known how much time passed) when they arrived at the hospital (Misaki always at his side, that he does remember), the prognosis had become clear: at least temporary paralysis from the waist down, with possibility of recovery through an ambitious new physical therapy program.

With possibility of permanency, in other words.

Saruhiko had stared at the doctor after he was told this, not feeling one way or another about it, still nearly numb with relief at Misaki’s safety even days after the injury. Misaki, though, had broken down, sobs wracking his exhausted body as he collapsed over Saruhiko’s chest on his hospital bed. For the first time, he had thought beyond his in-the-moment justifications of his actions to how Misaki must feel: his best friend paralyzed from saving him, and he must be blaming himself.

Saruhiko had wrapped his arms around Misaki’s heaving body, then, wrapped trembling fingers around his jaw to force eye contact, and told him, “Don’t,” with all the feeling he could muster, “blame yourself.” Misaki had teared up even more, Saruhiko’s fingers trying to catch his tears as they fell, and they had laid like that for hours or eons, processing and reflecting and bathing in each other.

Saruhiko thinks later that that’s the longest they’ve ever continuously touched each other, and again finds it difficult to regret what he had done.

Misaki stayed with him at the hospital for every moment of the first two weeks he’s there. He has to go back to work after that, but he doesn’t stop visiting, comes by every afternoon he can and always brings a co-op game for them to try or a new dish he’s testing out (“since you must be sick of hospital food, Saruhiko”). They still touch a lot, mostly initiated by Misaki, as if he needs to reach out and touch to confirm Saruhiko is really there every few seconds or else he might disappear.

Saruhiko knows how he feels, wants to do the same but is prevented from following through by the ever-present insecurity in the back of his mind telling him his touch isn’t wanted. This feeling is being slowly quieted, however, the more Misaki shows up, the more he stays, the more they touch, the more he insists they move in together when Saruhiko is released, the more Saruhiko catches him staring out the wide hospital window at the city far below with something quiet and melancholy and regretful and fond and determined in his eyes.

Misaki doesn’t stop visiting him after he’s released from the hospital. They do move back in together, find a place midway between their workplaces, a two-bedroom with reasonable rent and all the utilities except for Internet included. There’s no washer or dryer in the unit but neither of them particularly care, too wrapped up in excitement and each other to give a damn about walking a couple blocks to the coin-operated laundromat.

It’s amazing, if Saruhiko’s honest (which he is trying to be, at least to Misaki – he deserves that much, after all he’s put him through), but it doesn’t end there. Misaki comes to Scepter 4 at least a couple times a week now, bringing him lunch or sodas to share or sometimes just news about his day – some customer talked back to him and he gave them the what-for, and boisterous stories like that. Saruhiko grows to depend on those visits. They give him strength to get through the day, help him do his job without snapping at everyone who stares at his wheelchair, make him fall so much fucking harder for Misaki than he even thought was possible.

Half their clan members think they’ve started dating. The other half thinks they have been for years. Saruhiko finds himself wishing they were right every time he sees Misaki smile.

He had been baffled, at first, why Munakata would possibly want a paralyzed clan member on his special forces squad.

He’d assumed, when he’d recovered enough from the pain and drugs to assume anything, that he would be slowly phased out of Scepter 4 and encouraged to find more appropriate work either outside the special police or elsewhere altogether. When he’d brought it up to Munakata, however, during one of his several visits to the hospital, the Captain had looked as close to surprised as Saruhiko had ever seen him look before calmly explaining that Saruhiko would be expected to return to his regular duties, with field time obviously reduced as appropriate, assuming he desired such a thing. He did, of course, just hadn’t wanted to ask for it and especially hadn’t wanted to be a burden, but Munakata says it like it’s obvious, like it’s logical, and so Saruhiko finds himself with another reason to make his recovery as quick as possible.

(When he’d revealed this insecurity to Misaki – well, more like his friend had forced it out of him, but semantics – Misaki had also looked surprised, but recovered quickly to spout his usual, “But you’re amazing, Saruhiko!” He’d been so sincere, eyes so bright, that Saruhiko had almost believed him, and either way he’d been too busy trying to keep the color off his cheeks to respond.)

His second day back (after a somewhat miserable first day of accepting condolences, glaring at stares, and answering questions), there’s an attack on the Scepter 4 mainframe by an unknown foreign source. Munakata requests he take command of a small team to secure the mainframe and track and neutralize the breach, and so Saruhiko is immediately able to put his skills to use again. He feels more validated at work after that, as if he’s still actually useful. If he felt like admitting it (which he doesn’t), he might even be thankful his mental state is improving now thanks to the people around him, because dealing with half-body paralysis even a year ago might have done him in.

(He thinks of Misaki’s smile again, and immediately feels better. That dumb face must be better than any pain killer his doctor could give him for it to make him feel this way, this much.)

Misaki has been acting a little…strange, since they moved back in together.

Sometimes he helps with Saruhiko’s morning routine, which has become somewhat longer since the injury. Saruhiko doesn’t really need help but never says this out loud because Misaki helping mostly involves a lot of touching – from supporting him as he rolls out of bed and into his wheelchair, to wrestling with sweaters and pants as he helps dress him. Every time they touch or make eye contact Misaki will freeze, stare, turn red with embarrassment (or could it be…?). He never runs, though, like Saruhiko probably would if his legs still obeyed him, just lets the moment swallow them both.

He doesn’t know what it means but seeing Misaki make faces like that just for him…it definitely isn’t bad. He thinks he could get used to it, even addicted, if Misaki doesn’t stop.

He had never realized how naturally wheelchair-friendly the Homra bar was until…yeah.

He visits Misaki there now, sometimes, when he has a day off and feels well enough to roll the few blocks to his old clan headquarters. The front door is right at street level, and the strip of wood on the floor supporting the base of the door is low enough he barely even feels the bump as he rolls over it. (Scepter 4, between its size and the sheer number of stairs connecting its different divisions, was decidedly not wheelchair friendly, something he’d obviously taken for granted before.) Homra, by contrast, is almost nice, almost makes him feel like nothing is different about him since he can get around the bar nearly as easily as if he could walk.

The atmosphere itself, too, is less uncomfortable than he thinks it should be, given everything he put everyone there through. Kusanagi, he thinks, probably understands why he did what he did, probably even knows of his…feelings for Misaki. It had really been Anna he’d been worried about – though she probably understands those things too, he thought she would have a far more difficult time forgiving him for how much he hurt Misaki.

On his fifth or so visit to the bar – enough visits in he’s started to lose count of the number – Misaki is running a little late, kept for an hour or so of overtime at the bookstore, and Anna is the only one there, sitting on the couch immortalized in Saruhiko’s memory as the one that supported Suoh Mikoto’s weight as he napped. He had been about to turn around and wait outside, but Anna had gestured to the empty spot across the table from the couch, and Saruhiko had reluctantly rolled over.

Their conversation had been short but poignant: Anna asking how he was feeling, if anything still hurt, and giving him knowing looks when he lied and said everything was healed even though he knew she hadn’t just been referring to his recent injury. Her pointed, unsettling gaze had forced a quiet apology out of him – an apology for hurting Misaki, mostly, but also for waiting so long to apologize in the first place. She had stared at him some more, then reached out for his hand to unclench it from the arm of his wheelchair and take it in both of hers. “It’s alright,” she’d told him. “Saruhiko hurt Misaki, but Saruhiko was hurting because of Misaki, too.” She was right, but he’d never considered he wasn’t the only one in the wrong, and to hear it laid out so simply by a child had been a little jarring. She had added something about how they were rebuilding their relationship now and so wasn’t it all worth it in the end just as Misaki had stumbled in, breathless and sweaty from having run from work, but snippets from their discussion echoed in Saruhiko’s brain for days afterward.

Visiting Homra, in short, becomes a comfortable part of his routine – if you subtract Kusanagi’s knowing gazes at the two of them and the fact that even the more idiotic members clearly know more than they should about their relationship.

Misaki has been trying to teach him skateboarding tricks. It’s cute to see him try to figure out how to adapt the tricks he knows to a wheelchair. Misaki’s thinking face has always been cute, and seeing that combined with the sweat-slicked hair sticking to that face tends to do things to Saruhiko’s chest.

Misaki mostly fails, most of the tricks lost in translation (or in technology?) between his board and Saruhiko’s chair, but Saruhiko leaves the skatepark after their second or third attempt knowing how to do a wheelie on both his back and front wheels (“we’ll try the side ones next time, Saruhiko!”), and even if he hadn’t, Misaki’s blinding smile was worth the sweat and embarrassment.

They stumble back in from the skatepark grinning, Misaki wheeling him into their first-floor apartment and kicking the door closed behind them. Saruhiko can’t keep the smile off his face, a rare thing for him (though more and more common these days), and it’s still plastered to his face stubbornly when Misaki goes to help lift him off the chair and into a kitchen stool, arms under Saruhiko’s armpits to support him and Saruhiko’s arms around his waist. Except when he’s sitting there on the stool, arms still wrapped around Misaki and legs parted to accommodate him, Misaki doesn’t move like usual, doesn’t look away, doesn’t stop smiling, just lets his lips slip into something softer and impossibly fond and even before he whispers his name Saruhiko already can’t breathe. His hands tighten reflexively on Misaki’s hips, grasping for dear life and breath coming in warm pants as Misaki’s eyes drop to watch his mouth for a moment before leaning in.

Their eyes meet, Misaki closer than he’s maybe ever been, and there’s a question there, one that’s almost impossible for Saruhiko to process given what he knows about himself, and it’s there all the same, and his answer is clear. He says Misaki’s name, too, almost against the smaller man’s mouth, and leans down the close all but an inch of the remaining distance between them.

Misaki, as Misaki does, takes care of the rest, and from there Saruhiko’s heart outpaces any of Misaki’s skateboarding tricks.

His lips are warm and a little salty-damp from sweat, and they taste like history and home in Saruhiko’s mouth, which parts to let Misaki’s questing tongue inside. Misaki wouldn’t be Misaki if that didn’t embarrass him, though, and he pulls back a moment later, panting and flushed and if Saruhiko wasn’t equal parts turned on and fucking in love before then he is now. Misaki’s taken care of everything else; he isn’t going to let him beat him to a confession this time.

“Misaki,” he starts, voice much shakier and gruff than he’d like, and then realizes he has no idea what to say, how to convey how much he’s feeling. Misaki’s no help at all, his fingers tracing Saruhiko’s jawline and making their way to his lips, all the time wearing an impossibly loving smile that Saruhiko really doesn’t know what to do with.

He’s willing to try, though – for Misaki, it’s been proven by now, he would do anything. “Misaki – “ tell him, tell him – “Misaki, I…I want – this, want you…I’ve always – ”

Misaki kisses him again before he can finish, and Saruhiko groans into his mouth, grasping at Misaki’s shoulders and hair, weaving fingers into the red locks and holding on as he kisses him like he means it because he’s never meant anything more. It’s his tongue that seeks out Misaki’s lips this time, and Misaki accommodates him, gasping out half-finished confessions between partings of their mouths, and they pour love into each other like that for long seconds, minutes, eons.

By the time they part Saruhiko feels like he might explode – and, god, more parts of him than one agree; he’s so hard he could come just from thinking – and it gets even worse when he sees everything he’s feeling reflected back at him from Misaki’s tender gaze. Misaki’s fingers are around his neck, tracing the lines of it down to his chest, and while Saruhiko’s distracted with that Misaki manages a quiet but fervent, “I‘m in love with you, Saruhiko.”

Saruhiko’s fingers clench at Misaki’s hips again, and he drops his head to rest against Misaki’s as they stare at each other. He has never felt so much. Knowing it is shared is almost enough to completely fucking break him. He had never dared to think, never expected, never hoped, and yet here Misaki is, telling him he’s been loved since the beginning, and Saruhiko’s at a total loss. What do you say to someone who’s stood by you, saved you more times than they know, made and remade you and made you fall in love everyday for the better part of your life?

Saruhiko doesn’t know. Maybe no one does. His answer lies in action, and so he breathes in Misaki’s air, holds him so close their shared body heat has nowhere to escape, and presses their mouths together again softly.

When they part again, Saruhiko finds the breath to say, “Me, too,” and then “Misaki,” and then they’re lost in the press of lips and tongue again and there’s no breath left for anything else.

He hadn’t known this much feeling was possible for one person. He never wants it to stop.

(Some time later, Misaki, hands questing down toward his hips, pulls back from their kiss just far enough to ask, “So, when they say ‘paralyzed from the waist down,’ does that mean…?” His blush does nothing to cover his pointed glance down Saruhiko’s body, and Saruhiko gasps as the implication registers, yanking Misaki’s mouth back to his before suggesting he find out for himself.)

(The next time Misaki visits him at Scepter 4, he surprises him with a pointed but soft kiss on the lips before handing over his bento. Saruhiko can’t even be annoyed at the clapping and congratulations that follows him around the rest of the day.

If he believed in useless things like fate, he would maybe think he and Misaki were meant to be.)

#sarumi fest 2019 #sarumi #k #fic #my fic #mine

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ridiasfangirlings · 1 year ago

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It's Halloween and Munakata wants everyone to participate and go in costume. On their side, HOMRA also wants to participate for fun in the city's Halloween event. Without even discussing it, somehow Yata and Fushimi's costumes matched.

I feel like this is one of those things that would definitely happen to them, they just have a wavelength like that. Say there’s this huge Halloween event planned in the center of the city, it’s expected to draw huge crowds and be really popular. As such it’s also the perfect place for criminals to try and hide their activity, especially since everyone will be in costume. S4 gets intel that some criminal Strains are planning to sneak into the event to cause chaos and as such Munakata decides that the force will attend the party and act as security. Of course if they’re in uniform it will be obvious and the Strains might manage to give them the slip, therefore the only sensible course of action is that everyone has to wear a costume (imagine Munakata is just a little too excited about this, like yes his plan makes sense but the squad are like does Captain just want an excuse to wear a costume and attend a Halloween party). Fushimi is naturally not a fan of this but Munakata makes clear that it’s an order and if Fushimi doesn’t wish to pick up a costume Munakata would be happy to pick one out for him. Fushimi sighs and stops off at a Halloween store near the office, picking up the first vaguely okay costume he can find.

Meanwhile Homra’s also learned about the party and they’re worried about keeping the peace too — but more importantly, Anna has never been to this type of big Halloween party and they want to take her. Totsuka decides that they should all dress up and accompany her, there will be a lot of fun things going on so the Homra guys can have a good time and de-stress. The Homra guys are much more into this than S4, they’re ready to dress in cool costumes and party all night. Yata’s taking this pretty seriously too, he wants to have the coolest costume so that even Mikoto-san will be impressed. He goes to a few different stores looking and finally he sees one that he thinks is really awesome, feeling pretty proud of himself for finding something this cool.

Halloween arrives and Homra head out to the party all decked out in their costumes. While the sun is still up everyone hangs around Anna and encourages her while she plays some of the games that are set up for kids and wins a few prizes, as it starts to get dark though Mikoto, Totsuka and Kusanagi take her back to the bar. Totsuka tells everyone else to keep enjoying themselves and the Homra guys all start milling around the crowd having fun. Yata decides to go get a drink and as he’s at the punch counter he accidentally bumps into someone. Yata quickly apologizes and then hears a familiar ‘Misaki’ in response.

Yata immediately yells ‘Saruhiko!’ all ready to fight…and then there’s this long pause as Yata and Fushimi realize that they are both wearing the exact same costume. Yata accuses Fushimi of copying his super cool costume, Fushimi snorts and says he knew this was a worthless costume, he only chose it because there was nothing else. Yata’s like no way this costume is too cool for you, Fushimi expresses surprise that Yata could even fit into the costume without it being too long for his stumpy legs. I imagine they keep squabbling back and forth until Totsuka happens to rejoin the party, he walks over to them all how nice that you two decided to match. Yata and Fushimi both snap that they did not decide to match and Totsuka just smiles all what good friends you two are, isn’t it nice to be on the same wavelength as another person.

#sarumi #Talking K #yeah this happens to them #this is the kind of thing that happens to them #they just so happen to end up a matched set

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chilly-territory · 6 years ago

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K Case Files of Blue 2, chapter 3 (part 2 out of 3)

Continuing with chapter 3.

Case Files of Blue 2 by Miyazawa Tatsuki

Chapter 3 (part 2/3) (volume 2, pages 139-168)

†

"Upon a closer look at the two questions, it becomes clear that the method used is actually quite simple."

At the time when Fushimi and Doumyouji started their game of tag on premises of the Scepter 4 headquarters, Munakata was providing systematic answers to the two questions that Benzai had posed.

"Let us start with your former question first. You asked about the means that were utilized to find strain criminals. Benzai-kun, please recall how exactly Kounomura-shi had taken the comicalarious photos featuring us at the beginning," Munakata prompted while making up a peculiar new combo word.

Benzai took a few seconds to think.

"Some were peeping photos taken from a long distance. Others were illegally obtained through hacking of surveillance cameras." And then it dawned on him. "Huh? Could it be..." "That is right." Munakata nodded. "Kounomura-shi hacked every camera he could find, from security cameras legally installed within the city to private cameras for personal use. And that is all there is to it. His next step was to compilate a program that would search for a specific element in all the countless footage he had obtained." "A program?" "Yes, a program, and the scope it works with was probably the whole of the capital’s metropolitan area."

Benzai was lost for words.

So to put it another way...

The implications were such that of late, Kounomura had been watching not only the daily lives of the Scepter 4 members but of all the ordinary citizens as well.

"I believe I mentioned this before," Munakata continued dispassionately, "but Kounomura-shi is sending us a message. In this case, it is his manner of showing us that this way information crucial to the investigation of a crime can be obtained in advance. Thus, not putting this method to good use makes us negligent as an organization..." "But," Benzai spoke over Munakata's next sentence before listening to it, "that's basically blatant disregard of human rights." "Isn't that lovely? He is right. He did hit a nerve with that message."

When he processed Munakata's last utterance, Benzai gawked. Fuse, too, was staring at Munakata in bewilderment. And only the criminal accompanying them, Tamada, lifted his head in pleased surprise and took his first good look at Munakata. Munakata coughed to clear his throat.

"...I suppose that statement was a little inappropriate for the king tasked with protection of order. Needless to say, it is necessary to uphold citizen's rights to the best of our ability. However, it does not change the fact that Kounomura-shi has located multiple strain criminals that we had failed to find, and in such short time, too. I think this deserves consideration."

Both Benzai and Fuse couldn't quite decide how to reply to that. Tamada, on the other hand, was staring at Munakata intently.

"To continue, let us move on to the other question Benzai-kun posed, about the means our opponent used to bring the strain criminals he had found under his control and make them scatter across the country." Munakata showed a quick smile. "For that, he conducted a psychological analysis, anticipated their responses and coaxed them accordingly. As simple as that."

Everyone fell silent. Benzai and Fuse said nothing, showing some reserve towards their superior, but Tamada the criminal retorted sharply on their behalf for some reason.

"No, you can't just wrap it up with a friggin 'as simple as that'!"

Benzai and Fuse thanked Tamada with their eyes for his unreserved statement.

Munakata smiled.

"For the record, you can't convince me a punk like you has exceptional brains or a super complex personality or shit like that. But still. But still, man, it's just friggin impossible to read what a person is thinking like an open book, or push their buttons that easily!" "Except," Munakata's smile never wavered, "I did precisely that to determine that you were hiding in a deserted house on the hill behind your parents' home and capture you. All I did for that was to copy Kounomura-shi's method."

Neither Munakata's expression nor his tone fluctuated any. He was still smiling as he informed the other party in a level voice. And that was likely why he inspired shudder-inducing awe the way he was being at that moment.

Tamada was left speechless. "Uh..."

Benzai and Fuse looked at Tamada silently but ardently, urging him to muster his strength. Perhaps, finding courage in those gazes, Tamada attempted to rebuke Munakata.

"Still, it could be just a coincidence." "No, it is not. It is a highly accurate scientific method called the Probabilistic Future Decision-making Theory, also known as the Coin Toss theory." "Wait." To Fuse, that sounded familiar. "Isn't that..." "Correct. It is the theory at the heart of the internet service combining personal-use SNS, online shopping, video hosting and information retrieval run by James D Sevr-shi whom Kounomura-shi took advantage of to return to Japan. Now, do any of you have experience using the Coin Toss service?"

Benzai and Fuse only shook their heads in reply, but Tamada alone raised his hand.

"That's one heck of a convenient service, lemme tell you. Yeah, seriously, it's awesome."

Munakata nodded. "The main selling point of Coin Toss is it gets progressively more personalized with each use and tailored to one's ways of thinking and tastes, constantly updating with information and features the user most desires. Sevr-shi originally studied biotechnology, focusing on random changes in self-replicating life at the time, and he apparently sought a way to apply his research to forecasting the future. When I met him, he said a certain thing to me: 'from a high enough place, all coincidences become inevitability,' to quote loosely." "...But, no, wait." Tamada immediately chimed in with friendliness more appropriate when talking to a colleague. It appeared he became genuinely interested in this discussion with Munakata. "It's just an internet service, right? Saying it can do shit like reading your mind and predicting what you'll do is clearly an overreach, no matter how you slice it?" "Good observation." Munakata raised a finger in compliment to Tamada, like one would praise a child. "Indeed. Being an internet service with unspecified large number of users, its servers are not nearly powerful enough for that task. However, an exhaustive analysis is simply the matter of enough processing power. If one had a computer with necessary and sufficient performance, through application of the Coin Toss theory making exhaustively accurate predictions of the actions a person would take becomes possible." "That necessary and sufficient performance - how much are we talking?" "About what a supercomputer can muster."

Tamada gaped at that.

Taking up where he left off, Fuse asked the main question.

"Excuse me, sir, but how could Kounomura get his hands on a supercomputer?" "I heard Coin Toss Corporation has its own supercomputer for research purposes on Hawaii. I imagine he borrowed it."

Fuse fell into stupefied silence. Munakata's way of saying that was so mundane like he was talking about borrowing miso or soy sauce from a neighbor.

"Huh? Please wait a second, Captain." This time, it was Benzai. "Just earlier, you said you ran the same analysis to determine Tamada's actions, didn't you? Does that mean you went to...?"

But Munakata shook his head. "No, not quite. I used a domestic device." "Domestic?" "Yes. I borrowed the computer that His Excellency Gold King, Kokujouji Daikoku-shi, uses to analyze the Slate. His Excellency owed me a small favor for what happened this time."

The things Munakata was saying so calmly and nonchalantly made even Benzai fall silent then.

"Hey," Tamada commented in whisper to Benzai, "your place's boss is friggin ridiculous."

All Benzai could was to stretch his lips in a strained smile at that.

Munakata, on the other hand, was cheerful to the limit.

"Luckily, Tamada-shi's data from the time the previous Blue King arrested him still remained in Zenjou-san's archive room. I ran my analysis based on that. Only," Munakata's expression clouded somewhat, "unfortunately, with the exception of Tamada-shi, information on the other criminals is mostly non-existent."

It was at that time that something suddenly occurred to Benzai.

"Um, Captain." "Yes, what is it?" "While I was working on those cases, I compiled somewhat detailed profiles on the perpetrators of each case in the hopes of finding a common link. Would those be of use to you, maybe?"

Now it was finally Munakata's turn to be surprised.

"Benzai-kun, you are wonderful. Good job!"

Benzai felt relief wash over him. He did manage to be useful to Munakata, if only a little.

†

The longer Doumyouji ran around the night HQ, escaping from Fushimi, the more he was having. The chase allowed the 19 year old airhead to display his real ability, and Doumyouji ran with a big smile on his face. To him, it felt like a game of tag.

After all, the work he had to do lately built up a lot of stress in him.

"You ass! Doumyouji! Get back here! Stop, damn you!" the profanities shouted from behind him only added more thrill to the game, spicing it up quite splendidly.

While the scene may have looked like a teacher chasing an enthusiastic kindergartner who escaped from the kindergarten, it should be mentioned that both participants were the same age.

Doumyouji ran through a hallway with flexible agility and jumped down the stairway; once, he barged into Enomoto and Fuse's room, stepped over Enomoto who was groaning uneasily in his sleep and was gone, happily running away from Fushimi. As he ran around, he ended up tumbling into a certain room located at the end of a dead-end hallway. Alert and cautious, he produced a flashlight to illuminate the room's interior.

And almost immediately he couldn't help a disappointed, "Oh, it's that room..."

Once before, when he was searching the headquarters high and low for anything that could be Munakata's bedroom, he discovered this small room. It was furnished exceedingly modestly, having only a desk and a bed, and Doumyouji decided it was a spare room for visitors.

"You piece of shiiit," came from behind him.

Fushimi, breathing a little rough, had caught up with him. In his left hand he held a lantern, while cracking loudly the knuckles of his right, clearly intending to punch Doumyouji.

"Doumyoujiiiii," he articulated. "Hope you're ready for what's to--- Mm? The hell? Ain't this Captain's private room?" "Eh?" At Fushimi's words, Doumyouji, who dropped his center of gravity low and was ready to gleefully flee again, straightened in surprise. "...Fushimi-san. What did you just say?" "Huh?" Fushimi's expression looked vicious. "I said, this is Captain's friggin room." "Huh? Wait? Uhnm... but I thought Captain doesn't have a room...?" "Are you an idiot? Of course he does. Captain is a human, too," Fushimi spat out. "Obviously he does things like resting and sleeping like the rest of us." "But..." "He just works all the time like a moron. Since he's got abnormally huge raw stamina reserves and mental fortitude, those around him mostly only always catch him awake. That's why a stupid spooky tale of him not having a room even came into existence." Fushimi's lips twisted. "But even he is only human. No different from the rest of us." The wording was complicated, not only - or necessarily - conveying goodwill. "Then again," Fushimi added with the undertone of irony, "if I hadn't accidentally glimpsed him exiting this room, I would never have guessed this is his room. Not that I had any interest to begin with." "..."

Doumyouji was staring intently at the room around them lit by the lamp. Munakata's civilian clothes and accessories were probably stored in the closet, but it was almost strange how this room was utterly devoid of anything resembling personal effects anywhere in sight. That was something that struck a cord in Doumyouji somehow.

He was the type who sucked at putting things into words. As such, now, as well, he couldn't find a good way to express the emotion that was surging in him. But if he had to try and find a word for it despite that... He'd say this blank empty room was overflowing with Munakata's "resolve". That's how it looked to Doumyouji's eyes.

"Fushimi-san," Doumyouji suddenly spoke up. His face turned very serious. "I'll do it." "Huh?" "Paperwork. I'll do my damnest to deal with it. Yep. It just occurred to me that I must give it my best effort." "..." Fushimi gave Doumyouji a brief glance of puzzlement and suspicion. Then he snorted. "I have no idea what brought that on, but nice resolve there. And out of respect for that resolve of yours, I'll make sure to squeeze every last bit of effort outta you." The last part was said in a threatening tone.

Doumyouji turned pale in the face.

"Ah, erm, on second thought, could you, uh, maybe go easy on me, after all, please?" "Shut up. Let's go!"

With that, Doumyouji was escorted out of the room by the watchful Fushimi, leaving it behind.

And then, the light in the data processing room was on all night.

†

After barely waking up, Enomoto buried his face in the pillow once again. His blood pressure was always low to begin with, so he was never a morning person, but lately, due to barely getting any sleep at all, even after waking up, his head was full of white haze and he didn't feel rested at all.

Still, he forced himself up through sheer willpower and headed towards the common use bathroom, washing his face, brushing his teeth and making effort to smooth out the bristling hair on his temples with water. But no matter how he tried, this particular case of bed hair was just too much for Enomoto to handle, so he finally gave up on styling his hair at all.

Feeling down, he made his way to the data processing room. For breakfast, he bought a jello drink. Draining the nutritious drink, he desperately tried to force his head to work on the sugar content from canned coffee, keenly aware that he needed to search for a way to restore the Scepter 4 computer system that was still down.

The sigh he heaved was heavy and bitter.

'Agh, every fiber of my being wants to watch some anime. And play some games, tons of games.'

He was sick and tired of the staring contest with the monitor that only displayed rows of wrong numbers and of having to face a keyboard the keys of which became worn off by now.

'Lord, please grand me salvation! Bestow your grace upon me so that this deadlock we're in could be broken!'

Praying in the earnest, Enomoto opened the door to the data processing room and froze, for inside there sat the man who just might become his savior.

First thing to be mentioned was that in the back of the room, right on the desk, there slept Doumyouji, restlessly moaning in his sleep. On the same desk, there sat stacks of processed paperwork. And next to the aforementioned Doumyouji, eyes on his tablet, was Enomoto's savior, Fushimi Saruhiko, drinking canned coffee.

"Hm? It's you, Enomoto." Noticing Enomoto's presence, Fushimi lifted his head. His hand immediately resumed operating the tablet though. "Tell me frankly: are you an idiot? There's so many clues scattered all around in plain sight, see? I found them right away without even trying. Listen, we're gonna restart the Scepter 4 system now, so go get to your computer alre---" he started saying but faltered mid-sentence, startled and raising his head.

All because Enomoto walked up to him with brisk and determined steps and suddenly grabbed Fushimi's hand with both of his.

"Fushimi-san. Can I please hug you for the dear life?" he asked misty-eyed.

Fushimi recoiled in shock. "F-Fuck off, moron!" He shook off Enomoto's hands vehemently.

Enomoto couldn't hold it together anymore and started openly weeping.

"Fushimi-san, Fushimi-san," he kept repeating, "I'm really so, so happy you're back! People here have no foggiest about these things! I was all alone, and it was so terrible!"

Indeed, with the exception of Fushimi Saruhiko, among the rest, not even Munakata Reishi could quite be called expert in information processing and machinery-related matters. There was no doubt that the burden Enomoto, forced to deal with the system-wide trouble all by himself, carried was immense.

"..." For a while Fushimi just started at Enomoto in silence with an unreadable face. "Tch!" he clicked his tongue at last. "Anyway, I'll help you, so let's get to it already," Fushimi curly commanded, looking away.

To Enomoto though, those words were the best words of 'salvation' he'd ever heard.

"Yes, sir!" Enomoto responded, wiping his tears and beaming with smiles.

†

"Captain. I have one more question."

It was dawn when Benzai spoke up, addressing Munakata who was seated in the seat opposite of his.

Presently, Munakata, Benzai, Fuse and strain thief Tamada were in the middle of traveling the northernmost area of Honshu via a local line.

Originally, after landing at the Hokkaido airport, they planned to take a direct flight to return straight to the capital, but due to squall winds, all flights were cancelled, leaving the four with no choice other than to spend the night in a hotel in the city and then to head to their destination via an overland route that was considerably more time-costly.

The four stocked up on crab lunches, tea, tangerines and dried scallops and boarded a normal car like they were on a most ordinary trip, taking 4 seats opposite of one another.

Those who happened to be near them kept whispering about the group. 'What's that?' 'Cosplay?'

It was only understandable seeing as Tamada was the only one among them not wearing the Scepter 4 uniform. To draw an analogy, it was not much different from policemen deciding to board a normal civilian train in full uniform. In other words, they were sticking out like a sore thumb, and nothing could be done about it.

Fuse and Benzai did feel a little uncomfortable under all the gazes, but Munakata was dignified and confident as ever.

"Yes, what is it, Benzai-kun?" Hand stopped mid-motion, Munakata looked up from the tangerine he was peeling. Like that, with a handkerchief in his lap, he somehow had a homey feel about him.

"...Sir." Benzai was looking only at the tangerine. "After our last conversation, I've been thinking." "Ah, would you like some?" Having followed his subordinate's line of sight and probably misunderstanding, Munakata offered a segment of his peeled tangerine. Benzai shook his head with all due respect. "N-No, sir, I'm good, thank you, sir." "Really. It is quite delicious though?" Munakata said after chewing on the segment he deftly tossed into his mouth.

Benzai made effort to put on a small insincere smile, but his face became serious again almost immediately.

"Captain, you said that the actions of the strains like Tamada, scattered all across the country, have been processed and analyzed by a supercomputer."

Hearing his name, Tamada, who was enthusiastically wolfing down a crab lunch, stopped, looking from Benzai to Munakata in turns.

Munakata silently nodded. "Indeed, I said that." "And I'm satisfied with the explanation you provided concerning the analysis method. But, Captain, from what you said, it appears to me that the means for procuring the information that had become the base for such an analysis are still unknown." "What do you mean?" "Let's assume that pictures and footage, as well as location, of each culprit in question was obtained via hacking. The problem is, in my opinion, that alone is not enough to get a good grasp on their personality and on what makes them tick." "..." "So I was wondering, what exactly did the Kounomura faction do to obtain enough data to run such an analysis?"

Benzai's observation prompted Munakata to outline the report on the matter he received from Fushimi.

Benzai's eyes went wide. Fuse looked surprised as well.

"A strain that can read minds is involved?" "Yes, correct. Such an ability is very rare and very useful. I assume he did psychological profiling and collected data not only on Tamada-shi and the others like him, but on the Scepter 4 members as well." "Now I see." Benzai nodded, adding things up. "That explains a lot. Our psychological profiles, too, were analyzed by Kounomura, I take it. And via the Coin Toss theory that Kounomura applies, we, too, were made dance to Kounomura's tune. That's also the reason why we got split up and scattered as if in a scenario prepared in advance."

Munakata smiled. "Correct. That is the sleight of hand behind the 'magic' Kounomura-shi has worked on us." "Damn it!" Fuse punched the palm of his hand with the fist he balled his other into. "Why is he going that far?!"

"Only," Munakata suddenly interjected, "even that hypothesis leaves out a few things that I have yet to find an explanation for. That is why I think of it this way: there is a traitor in our ranks."

The easily and casually made statement was shockingly scandalous.

"Huh?" "Eh?"

Both Benzai and Fuse tensed and froze.

Munakata smiled and unhurriedly carried his tea to his lips. Glancing outside the window, he murmured in a perfectly carefree tone, "The clouds look quite menacing, wouldn't you say?"

A single droplet of water landed on the glass of the train's window.

†

It was no exaggeration to say that that person was entrusted with the most difficult mission. As it were, the mission was to infiltrate the enemy territory all by himself. It required smarts, guts and the ability to always stay calm and collected, no matter the situation. And the man in question lived up to that high standard.

Being a police career-track bureaucrat to begin with, by the second half of his twenties he rose through the ranks to become the chief of a small police station, cruising through life comfortably and problem-free. His superiors had a favorable impression of him, and his colleagues and subordinates put a strong faith in him, but a single vice was the ruin of him.

In his case, it wasn't alcohol or women.

It all went downhill thanks to his addiction to far too risky gambling.

Until having graduated from university, he had no connection to gambling to speak of; if anything, he found it rather disgusting. Since he chose to sit for the police force qualification exam, his sense of justice was on the strong side, and he actively wished to crack down on illegal gambling and related crimes.

But one day, his set of values that served as the foundation for his sense of ethics got turned upside down.

The reason for that was a change of heart of a woman he was going to exchange vows and share the future with. They were supposed to get married at the start of the New Year, but the woman did an about-face, declaring that she fell in love with another man, and unilaterally cancelled the engagement.

Due to the shocking heartbreak, he wound up drinking alcohol he wasn't used to drinking and found himself standing in front of a pachinko parlor before he even registered it.

He gave in to despair. But by some ironic twist of fate, that time he ended up scoring an unbelievably big win.

It sparked some really pleasant reaction in his brain. He almost heard how a forbidden door to never pass through slowly opened. The rest happened in the blink of an eye. At first, he got addicted to gambling on horse races and boat races, the amount he bet steadily went up, too, except soon, that alone stopped being enough to satisfy him and he got involved in illegal gambling.

Initially, he was able to hide his destructive habit successfully enough, but before long what was going on became evident along with skyrocketing sums poured into it. Before he knew it, those around him, including his superiors in the force, learned he was a compulsive gambler and, after many a warning and reprimand, he was forced to retire from the police 'at his own request'. In essence, it was a discharge.

In the end, no matter how much people around warned him and what they said to him, he couldn't stop gambling. Having burnt through all of his savings, he was rendered homeless without means of sustenance. But there appeared a man who stretched out a helping hand even to someone like him. It was Kounomura Zen'ichi, from the period when the short man was devoting all of his energy to charity work.

The former policeman was lucky enough to be admitted to a medical facility Kounomura established to cure dependence on alcohol, gambling and the like. Thanks to the rehabilitation program that a board of specialists put together, and the earnestness of Kounomura himself as their honored head, he was able to exercise a degree of control over his urge to gamble. The most important key to that turned out to be learning all about his personality traits and tendencies through exhaustive psychoanalysis.

He had learned he was a person with a so called preference for suffering. Putting it crudely, he was a masochist, the type of person who derived absurd amounts of pleasure from being put in situations that caused him pain and suffering.

He chose to accept it in a positive way, and afterwards, starting with arbitrating conflicts between gangster organizations, he became a certain country's agent affiliated with the government, undertaking dangerous jobs, such as tracking certain people down unofficially and smoking them out.

It was rather difficult to define his job in formal terms, but calling him a troubleshooter, a private eye or a handyman would not be too far from the truth.

To him, the more thrilling a job was, the more it was worth doing. He straightforwardly enjoyed doing risky things like infiltrating various places and gathering intelligence.

And then, he became a supernatural ability holder. It was like a sudden awakening.

That's when he heard those words.

'I see. So you now have one, too. In that case, there is something I want you to do for me, if that's okay with you?'

The one to make that request was Kounomura who the former policeman came to idolize after overcoming his gambling addiction. Two replies afer, he jumped at the request without a second thought.

Partly it was due to the request coming from Kounomura, his benefactor, and the rest of the reason was that the mission sounded particularly difficult and risky. To him, with his borderline abnormal preferences, such circumstances were nothing short of ideal. And so, putting his strain power to good use, he had infiltrated Scepter 4.

The mission requested of him could be divided into 2 big tasks.

The first task was to keep gathering data on Scepter 4.

And the second one was to obstruct Scepter 4's work whenever a chance presented itself.

The former policeman was doing this high difficulty job with flying colors.

He concentrated his intel-gathering efforts on the members of the special operations squad, infiltrated the deepest levels of the facility and when the opportunity presented itself, he inconspicuously employed videotaping. The fact that the information he sent was of use to Kounomura fired him up even more.

Though, when putting together a jamming program in the data processing room in the very heart of Scepter 4 or causing trouble in the generator room to put it out of order, even he felt antsy. Between the algorithms for each member of the special operations squad derived from the Coin Toss theory, Kounomura's detailed plans drawn up based on them, specially developed electronic devices and the ex-policeman's own high grade skills and experience, such feats were made possible.

Needless to say, some assumptions turned out wrong and there were a few small miscalculations here and there, but in general it was safe to say that the sheer military gain was big: the ex-policeman practically single-handedly plunged the HQ into chaos.

And it was precisely because he was so capable that he sensed that the tides were beginning to turn. The turning point was probably Fushimi Saruhiko's return.

Kounomura ordered his man to withdraw immediately if he ever found himself in danger of being exposed. But the former law enforcer, wanting to come back to Kounomura bearing some quality information pertaining to Munakata Reishi, decided to risk it one last time.

His affection for Kounomura threw a monkey wrench into his innately cautious and careful approach.

Through the intelligence network he'd been building, he learned about important documents kept in Munakata Reishi's office, so he chose the right timing and invaded the room. As he was opening one by one the drawers of Munakata's desk, it dawned on him: he had fallen into a trap.

"What the hell are you doing, Gotou?" a voice asked, its owner sounding both accusing and refusing to believe what he was seeing. The voice belonged to Hidaka who, as it turned out, entered the Captain's office unnoticed and was now standing by the door. Next to Hidaka, arms folded across his chest, there stood Fushimi Saruhiko and watched him with ice-cold eyes.

Intelligent as the ex-policeman was, he instantly grasped what was going on. There hardly could be any doubt that the one behind spreading the rumor about crucial information being in the Captain's office to lure out the invader was Fushimi Saruhiko.

Still, the invader tried his luck and replied as Gotou Ren, "Hm? What do you mean?" "Tch!" Immediately, Fushimi clicked his tongue. "Your trick's out in the open already, fucker. We know that you're a strain with a perception manipulation ability, and that you were impersonating Gotou this whole time!"

And with that barked accusation, he steeled himself. Still, his mind demanded he grope for some way out of his desperate situation, so he rushed at the two. At the same time, putting his fingers to his lips, he blew with all of his might, producing a whistle which served as the trigger to activating his perception manipulation ability. Together with the high-pitched sound, “Gotou Ren” shapeshifted into somebody else.

"Ugh!" Hidaka faltered in a big way, for right now the invader had taken the shape of none other than Hidaka and Fushimi's unquestioned boss, Munakata Reishi.

Incidentally, during Awashima Seri's capture, the former law enforcer worked together with Kounomura, too, and employed the exact same trick. When Awashima's eyes registered Munakata's form, she instinctively stayed the hand that was swinging her saber, flabbergasted.

"You two, out of my way!" His voice sounded like a perfect copy, he was sure. Even Fushimi appeared to be stiffening with shock, not to mention the completely frozen Hidaka.

'Alright!' Believing his escape route clear, he tried to slip between Hidaka and Fushimi, and when he did, another miscalculation on his part became evident.

Fushimi didn't stiffen with shock. He tensed summoning his muscle strength.

What he did looked similar to the art of sword drawing. At a fearsome speed, he released the power gathered in his muscles throughout his body and, making the length of his arm from the shoulder to the elbow the pivot point, he swiveled his right arm. In his fist, the handle of his saber was gripped. He smashed it into the face of the running invader, like a quickly executed counterattack.

"Gbwhah!"

The ex-policeman did what looked like almost a half turn in the air before crashing hard into the floor. For a second, consciousness fled him.

"F-Fushimi-saaan!" Hidaka let out a small drawn out whine. "Moooron," Fushimi snorted. "It's not like he's real," he added, spitting the words out. "Look and see for yourself, his perception manipulation ability is coming undone."

As the ex-policeman's consciousness grew hazy, the last words he heard before blacking out were Hidaka's, "Huh? Is it me or does the face this guy's making look awfully content?"

It really just felt so good to get his butt kicked so thoroughly.

†

From a certain point on, Akiyama Himori, detained on molestation charges, stopped letting upset and agitation show on his features altogether. Every morning, he would do his personal maintenance, and then, during the long hours of questioning, he would always stay unfailingly polite and well-mannered. That dignified attitude and demeanor, even assuming it was only a tough facade, impressed even the detective who was in charge of Akiyama.

"You're really something," said middle-aged detective murmured absentmindedly and then immediately coughed, hastening to cover it up, as if ashamed of bringing his personal feelings into the investigation.

Akiyama's only reply was a smile. In that smile, there was no resentment, or anger, or excuses, or pleas - it was free of anything. All Akiyama did was calmly deny the charges against him.

He must have steeled himself.

No. He must have found faith.

Of course, Akiyama went through his fair share of conflict before reaching that state of mind. He felt furious at being arrested on such absurd charges, and embarrassed for his honor to be smeared like that. He also worried about the implications for his organization at his being detained by the police for the whole of the legally permitted detention period. He even considered the possibility of his arrest being a type of harassment by the police against Scepter 4 that they didn't have a favorable opinion of.

But at the end of the day, Akiyama chose to believe: sooner or later, his innocence would be made clear, without fail; so long as justice lay with him, light would eventually shine on his circumstances, just like clouds hiding the sun would eventually be gone along with the passage of time.

For truth's sake it should be noted that were Akiyama alone in this fight, perhaps, he wouldn't be quite so sure about it. But he wasn't alone: he had trusty comrades in Scepter 4, starting with Benzai. And what's more, his king, Munakata Reishi, would surely take the most appropriate measures for his sake. That, he could be adamantly sure of.

Maybe his faith was a little too blind. But that was the kind of man Akiyama Himori was, and he accepted himself that way and considered it a good thing. That's why he concluded that what he had to do was to simply wait, calmly and patiently. That was all there was to it.

And...

The moment he was waiting for had suddenly come.

The door to the room he was held in opened, and the detective in charge informed him, "Hey, you can come out. The charges against you have been dropped." "Is that so," Akiyama intoned and quickly started to gather his things. "What, ain't you gonna ask why?" hearing his disinterested response, the detective in charge questioned in wonder.

Akiyama shook his head.

He knew precisely why: Munakata Reishi and Akiyama's squadmates collaborated with the attorney and worked something out. That's why Akiyama simply said, "I expect I will hear the details from my superior."

He was already thinking about what would need to be done once he returned to his duties. He strongly suspected that Scepter 4's situation at the moment was difficult.

For that reason, it was imperative he return as soon as possible and start filling the hole left by his absence. In the first place, his own ineptitude was to blame for his winding up in such a situation.

If one were to search for the most fitting descriptors for the members of Scepter 4, it could be said that, for example, Zenjou Gouki was best described as a warrior, Doumyouji as a free spirit, and when it came to Akiyama, the most fitting description would be a man with makings of a natural-born soldier. A professional who was naturally disciplined and utterly devoted to his task.

But still, when Akiyama exited the police station and saw his partner there, back propped against a pillar and one hand raised in a silent greeting, he couldn't help breaking into a smile. Benzai Yuujirou walked up to him with unhurried steps, and Akiyama bowed his head slightly but sincerely.

"...Sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

He knew even without anyone telling him just how tough Benzai had it having to cover up for Akiyama by doing his partner's share of work in addition to his own.

Benzai wasn't too verbose.

"Don't worry about it," was all he said, shrugging his shoulders a little. Clapping Akiyama a couple of times on the chest to let him know that he considered this conversation over, he headed over to the parked car.

His attitude was calm and collected, as always, even as light drizzle was sprinkling from above.

"Heh." Akiyama smiled and followed him.

For the two of them, that was enough.

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*Back on the Surface, a short while later, Shuichi procures all his personal items into a bag and starts to walk quietly through the forest.

...

Not even gonna say goodbye?

AH!?

*He jumps as he suddenly hears a voice behind him.

Ugh...Rantaro...Don’t sneak up on me like that!

Sorry...Would make a very good spy if you could just see me coming.

To answer your question, no, I’m not.

No one wants me here right now...I’ve been nothing but a bother, so I’m just going...

...You’re not even telling Kaito or Maki?

They probably hate me as well...I don’t think they want to see me right now...

Look Rantaro...Whatever your intentions are...whatever happened between you and Kaede before...It’s none of my business now...

Goodbye...

...*sigh* You’re surprisingly self-centered, you know that?

Huh?

*Shuichi starts to leave, but pauses as Rantaro says this, turning back around.

Kaito and Maki would fight the world to protect you; no way they don’t want to see you. It’s YOU who doesn’t want to see them.

Just as it’s YOU who needs Kaede, not the other way around, as Kyoko said.

...So you heard that part?

Actually kid...I watched your whole fight. And that mental breakdown afterwards.

Honestly, I think you do have motivation enough to save Kaede, and I daren’t not say that your love for her isn’t genuine...But it does seem to be something you’re doing for yourself rather than anybody else...

...

“I don’t want to hear that from ERR0RM3SS4GE scum that keeps all these secrets of the past from us,” that’s what you’re thinking, right?

No, not exactly. I was just thinking you were kind of right...

But what can I do!? Maybe I have royally messed up, but there’s nothing I can do to fix it! I can’t change my actions and I know I’ll never be forgiven!

What could I even do to make things right? Especially when I’m clearly incapable of standing on my own without using someone or something as a crutch!?

...

Look...I’m sorry for what I said to you, but I think it’s best that I just...go...

Alright...But hey, before you do...Just one more thing...

...What?

You know what I would do in a situation where I felt like I had messed up?

I would do my damn job...!

*Shuichi hesitates.

I-I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow.

Listen...I’m not giving up on you...Mind bending an ear for me for a second?

...

*Shuichi hesitantly nods.

Great...Now, here’s something I haven’t got around to telling anyone else yet, but do you remember when Kuripa and I found out the lab doesn’t belong to Zetsubou originally? Kaede just so happened to find out it’s source...

*Rantaro tells Shuichi what Kaede, Sora and Monodam discovered within the lab.

Future Foundation made this lab!?

Apparently. But obviously, it’s been around way before Kyoko Kirigiri was even indited.

Did you try asking Kyoko if she knew about it? Or Munakata?

No...After all, if they DID know the truth about the lab being Foundation property, that would mean they’re conscientiously keeping a secret from the rest of us.

While I think it’s more likely neither of them were ever aware of the lab’s existence, I would want to risk raising tensions and doubts by just...blatantly bringing it up while Kaede’s still inside.

It’ll slow process, no doubt.

Right, good point...But why do you think neither of them knew this? Shouldn’t this information be pretty essential to the Foundation proceeds if we had a lab of this scale available?

Well, from what I can tell, some sort of illicit experiment was going on in that lab, that whoever this “commander” was didn’t want the former Chairman knowing about it.

In the document Kaede found, written by Chisa Yukizome, she explains that she was keeping whatever was going on a secret from Kyosuke.

That’s Munakata’s first name alright...But wait...Yukizome? Chisa Yukizome?

You’re already familiar with her, right? Yes, she was aware of the lab, and the fact that she was means something was definitely going down in there.

Right...Yukizome was an Ultimate Despair...But hold on...What kinds of experiments were they doing? Human experiments?

Seems to be that way. They used words like “subjects” and from how it looks, they were trying to cure some sort of disease. Kaede even mentioned she found high security cells in the same room she found the letter.

I don’t suppose there were any famous diseases on record that spread during the tragedy, were there?

Some...But most of them were just simple pandemics like Coronavirus or health diseases caused by the toxicity in the atmosphere.

Right...I see we’ve got quite the mystery on our hands.

But why are you telling me all this?

Like I said, I’m not giving up on you, and I think you should do your job...So you’re gonna help me solve this mystery, detective Saihara.

What do you mean? This lab has been around for over a decade now. Surely most of the Foundation members who did know of it are either not around anymore, or will be difficult to track down.

Aha! Well, that’s the thing. The reason why I think you are just the man to help me get to the bottom of this, is because there’s another name that came up that you, sir, are already well familiar with.

...?

Koichi...Kizakura...

...!?

*Shuichi’s eyes widen.

Kizakura...!? He KNEW about this place!?

His name came up on the very same documents Kaede found. It seemed to me he was actively involved in whatever shady proceedings were in here...Though, I’m not quite sure if he stuck out until the end...

But yes, if anyone we know knows of the events that transpired in this lab, it’s him.

*Rantaro suddenly turns to Shuichi and bows.

Hence why I need your help, Shuichi Saihara...I need you to help me find Kizakura, and question him.

You really want to get to the bottom of this? Why? What’s in it for you?

Two reasons. For one, I’m genuinely curious, and it’s ERR0RM3SS4GE’s job to expose hidden corruption in big names.

Uh, not that I plan on bringing down FF’s reputation any more than it already has...I just would like everyone to know the full story.

And two...I want to help you.

Me?

If you do this, and report back to Kyoko with results, it might be enough to convince the Foundation that you deserve a second chance.

And you DO deserve a second chance. You AREN’T the bad guy here Shuichi. Just a little misguided maybe.

Rantaro...

What are you gonna do? You gonna try and do something to Kizakura...?

Like attack him? No. What good would that do me?

Here’s the deal. I could very easily track down Kizakura myself. I’d like to ask him a few questions, but the thing is, since I’m not exactly an official, I can’t procure a warrant, and he has no obligation to ask me what I believe will be an assortment of personal questions.

Not to mention he wouldn’t trust me any more than he trusts the wind not to blow off that odd little hat of his.

But you? Not only are you with Future Foundation; you saved his life once before. I think he owes you one.

I wouldn’t say I “saved his life.” Just that I got him off the hook for a crime he didn’t commit.

A crime of murder, Shuichi. One that would have undoubtedly put him on death row.

Again, you might be pushing it.

But you see my point, right?

You and me are gonna pay Kizakura a little visit, and if we can, find out everything we can about this lab, and what the hell happened here.

This could be what you need to prove to the Foundation of your worth. You game?

...

Yeah, I’m game...!

Good...Looking forward to working with you, Detective~

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