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[bakuhoes-dumbass]

ABERRATION BOYS BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!

A/N: Hello my nerds, today is my Birthday! So to celebrate my unfortunate birth, I'm doing a special scenario post for my Ab!Boys!

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What do the boys from Aberration get you for your birthday?! (GN!Reader!)

These are NOT cannon to the storline.

Warnings: VERY DARK CONTENT. Yandere Headcannons ahead. Mentions of skinning, non-con cum-eating and video recording, stalking, murder, mutilation, manipulation, etc. If you are uncomfortable with these types of things, DO NOT READ. Proceed with caution, as I do not feel bad if you choose to do so while being warned.

MINORS DNI

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Tokoyami

You're seated on the bed, staring at your simple but beautiful ankle bracelet Tokoyami bought for you. Smiling, you fiddle with the gems, entranced by the sparkle that reflects off them.

"Starlight?"

Your head snaps up to see your boyfriend sticking his head through the door way. A love-sick smile grows on your face. "Fumi, you're back!"

He chuckles before slipping through the door way and sits down on the bed, hands behind his back. "Do you remember what today is?" Your face scrunches up in thought before shaking your head. He sighs warmly at the cute look on your face. "Today's your birthday, my starlight. And I got you something."

Tokoyami moves his hands from behing him and your eyes light up upon seeing the book he hands you. "Fumi, thank you! It's beautiful." Your hand traces over the cover, following the lines of the ornate designs. "It looks so familiar..." you mumble.

Tokoyami swallows the lump in his throat. "It's one of a kind, love. Would you like me to read it to you?" He tries to steer the conversation away from your feeling of familiarity, not wantinf you to realize it's one of your old books from before he took you.

You nod excitedly and climb into his lap. His arms circle around you and hold you tight, as his thumb grazes over your anklet, eyes boring into the gems that track your every movement.

Kirishima-

"Happy Birthday to my Pebble~ Happy Birthday to my Pebble~"

You glare at the redhead smiling and dancing in front of you as you tug at your restraints. A low huff leaves your lips. "Can you stop? I don't want you celebrating my birthday."

Kirishima stops dancing and gives you a puppy-dog stare. "But why? It's the day my beautiful wife was born! It should be a day to rejoice!"

"Kirishima, I'm not your wife! I'm nor your girlfriend! I'm not anything to you!" You sit up in the bed you were restrained to, only able to move so far forward. "You drugged me, kidnapped me and are currently holding me against my will."

Kirishima watches with a mixture of sadness and anger at your defiant attitude. He hates it when you struggle. He doesn't understand why you're so reluctant to be here! With him! Your husband! That's when he remembers your gift.

"Oh! This is a perfect time to give you your birthday present!"

He drops to his knees and crawls under the bed. You hear rummeging underneath you and your terror spikes. You knew what he kept under the bed, so this couldn't be good. As he comes back up, he's holding a pair of black leather cuffs.

"Surprise! I got you new cuffs!" He climbes onto the bed and straddles you. "These are so cool because instead of being just normal cuffs, they have these two little metal rivets that will shock you whenever I want!"

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to scream. Kirishima is quick, however. He grabs your face with his hand, hardening it so your scream is muffled. His face geta closer to yours, that sickening grin never leaving.

"Baby, you don't like it? Do you want something else? Don't worry! I have another gift in mind. How about a fresh, bloodied heart that was ripped out of the chest of that mean boss of yours?"

Hawks

"You see this right here?" Your cowroker holds her hand out, showing you and your fellow employees her brand new diamond ring. "He finally proposed! It was about time. It took him awhile to get an ACTUAL ring worthy of me, though. But it's so expensive and beautiful, EEP!"

Keigo watches as you roll your eyes for the thousandth time. He could tell you were getting annoyed, and I mean, who wouldn't? Your coworker has always been a complete bitch to everyone, a lot directed at you.

"Oof, it just sucks that Y/N can't seem to find someone. That's probably the only way they'll be able to look a little less," she looks you up and down. "Er, homeless."

Keigo watches from his perch as you flip her off snd walk away. His hands clench tightly into fists, desperately wanting to knock a bitch out. That's when it hit him. It was your birthday today! And now he knew just what he wanted to gift you.

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"Bye guys, and thank you!"

You wave to your friends after they drop you off at home. They had taken you out for dinner for your birthday and you bad fun. Definitely something you needed after the crappy morning you had.

As you walk up to your door, you notice a small package waiting for you outside. You smile, wondering of it was your long distance partner sending you a birthday gift. You carefully open the package, but once you see the contents, a scream is ripped out of your throat and you stumble away from the box.

Inside, what a severed finger with an absolutely beautiful diamond ring still on it. You failed to notice a small blood-covered note flitter to the floor.

'Happy Birthday, babybird. I hope you like it.'

Tamaki

Tamaki stares at you from behind a tree. He's been following you for a few hours now, just basking in all your wonderful glory. He stares at you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, wishing he could actually get up the nerve to speak to you.

Finally you're off of work and headed home. He really hates seeing you talk to all those really pretty people. What if you were to get a partner?! That wasn't him?! He whimpers at the thought, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Y/N!"

The sound of your name snaps him out of his thoughts. He watches as your friend, whom he deemed not-a-threat yet, skip up to you.

"Are you doing anything for your birthday tomorrow?"

Tamaki's face turns pale. Your birthday! How could he forget the most important day of his life?! The day his precious bunny was born. You would be so disappointed in him. He reluctantly scrambles away from his hiding spot and runs home to get your gift.

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"Oh?"

You stand in your doorway, a package sitting on your front steps. You tilt your head in curiosity and pick it up. Opening it up, you find the most adorable stuffed bunny you've ever seen. And a note.

"Y/N, Happy Birthday! I hope you like this bunny, I thought if you when I saw it. Love, your secret admirer."

You squeal slightly and hug the soft fluff, thinking this was from your flirty coworker. You bring it up to your room and sit it on your bed next to your other stuffies.

Tamaki stares at the screen on his phone, his face bright red at the hug you gave the stuffed bunny. It actually felt like you were hugging him! His happiness was through the roof. He knew you would love it!

But his attention now is back on you as he watches you slowly take your clothes off, one by one, to get ready for bed. His tongue practically falls out of his mouth, watching your bare back closely.

One day, he swears he won't have to watch through the camera.

Overhaul

Chronos watches you closely over the top of his book. You glare at him with tears in your eyes while huddled up in the furthest corner of your human sized cage. Hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you turn your gaze away with a sniffle.

"You know the boss wouldn't want you to cry on your birthday."

You roll your eyes and grip you legs tighter. "I doubt someone who keeps a human in a cage really cares about when they want to cry." You sigh. "Besides, he probably doesn't even give a shit if it's my birthday. I don't even give a shit, at this point."

"Of course I care."

The hair on your body stands up on end as the voice of your captor appears. Fear shoots through you upon seeing his masked face. In one hand he has a gift bag, the other stuffed in his pocket.

"Why wouldn't I care about my pet's birthday?"

He squats to unlock the cage and gestures you over with his finger. You swallow the lump in your throat and crawl out to him, knowing the consequences if you don't follow his rules. He sits down in his chair and pats the side of his thigh for you to kneel next to him.

He opens the gift bag and pulls out a dog collar. A part of you wanted to gag at the thought of being collard to this maniac. But another part of you couldn't help but think how absolutely gorgeous and expensive this collar looked.

"Oh, it's beautiful... Master." You wanted to slap yourself for calling him that, but you had no choice. The last thing you want is to be punished.

Kai hums with approval at your words before buckling the collar around your neck. He finsihes it off with a small padlock to the back, so no one can remove it except for him. A gloves finger grazes over your neck in admiration before looking over to Chronos.

"Prep them for a routone cleaning."

The calmed state you were in was once more replaced by terror. "No, please Master! I've been good, I promise! Please dont do this!" You scramble backwards, away from the two masked men. But Kai was quick and hooked his fingers under your collar, dragging yoi back to him.

"You know this is a must, pet. I need to make sure every inch of you is cleansed before I send any more time with you." He taps the side of your collar with his free hand. "And there is no use attempting to run away. This will forever track any movement you make from here on out."

Kai throws your body over to Chronos, who throws your struggling self over his shoulder.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday, my pet."

Shoto

"Darling~"

You stir in your bed, hearing your boyfriend's voice.

"Darling, wake up~"

Eyes open to see a blurry red and white haired man softly smiling down at you. You stretch your body out and yawn with a cute smile.

"Mmmm Sho, good morning~"

Shoto sighs softly, admiring your beautiful features. "Guess what day it is today. It's a very special day."

You tolt your head, trying to remember the exact date but you are the sure. It's been while since time actually mattered.

"It's your birthday, darling! Happy Birthday! I've got something fun planned for you~"

You sit up, your chains rattling against the bed frame. "You do? I'm so excited! What is it?"

Shoto holds up his black card. "We're going shopping. I'll be getting whatever your heart desires."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, does that mean I actually get to go out? Really?!"

Shoto's smile falters before returning to a softened look. Slight guilt flashes in his eyes. "Darling, you know I can't let you go outside. It's not safe. No, we're doing online shopping~" Shoto grabs his phone and crawls behind you, sitting you in his lap. "Here lets look through some sights and get you some cute stuff."

"I want my darling to have everything they want, so they don't want to leave~"

Dabi

"Mouse."

You stay huddled up in the corner of the room, knees to your chest, not even daring to look at him. Dabi frowns at your defiant behavior. He knows he took you without your permission, but that was so long ago. Shouldn't you have been broken in by now?

"Little Mouse."

You continue to rock back and fourth on the floor, chains clanking together. Dabi sighs, annoyance starting to eat at him. He walks over to you and grabs yoi by the throat, lifting you up.

"You are to respond when I'm speaking to you. Understand?" You let out a little squeak and quickly nod your head with widened eyes. He sits you down on the bed and gives you a lazy smile. "That's better. Now, I have something for you."

He opens the closet door to bring out a box. He places it in front of you. "Happy Birthday, my little mouse."

"Oh, yeah. That's today." You mumble quietly. Kmowing Dabi, this gift was going to have some sort of catch but curiosity got the better of you. But curiosity turned into regret immediately as you throw the lid and scream.

Inside the box were a pair of boots. But they weren't jusf any pair of boots, they were handmade. It was human skin staples together, making them look just like Dabi himself.

"What, does my little mouse not like them?" He smirks before climbing on the bed. He grabs your legs and pulls you down towards him with a manic look on his face.

"That's fine. How about I burn my name into you instead?"

Bakugo

"KATSUKI!"

You jolt up in bed, suddenly awakened by a nightmare. Looking next to you, you see your boyfriend's side of the bed empty. A whimper escapes your lips as yoi trt to calm your racing heart.

"Angel?!" The door to the bedroom slams open, Bakugo's quirk popping in his hands and waiting to attack whomever touched his precious angel. He looks around frantically but notices nothing except your heavy breathing and sweat covered body. "Are you alright? What happened?"

You motion towards him with a sniffle and grabby hands. "I had a dream that you locked me back up in the basement again for days, without you." He comes sits next to you on the bed and pushes the hair out of your sweat covered face. "It was dark and silent and terrifying. Please don't do that again! I would miss you! I've been good, I promise!"

Bakugo sighs and pulls you into a hug. "I know, Angel. You've been doing so well, I'm so proud of you." He plants a kiss on your head as you relax into his arms. "I have a surprise for you actually. Stay right here."

You nod your head, watching him leave the room for a moment, your ankle tugging on the chain that attached you to the bed. I mean, it's not like you would get very far. Bakugo comes back in with a plate of cake and a candle.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful angel."

Your eyes light up as he sets the piece of cake in front of you. You blow out the candle and take a bite, savoring the taste. "Kats, this is so good! The cake is so fluffy and the frosting is creamy and sweet. Thank you!"

Bakugo watches you with a lovesick grin on his face. He goes to adjust the tightness in his pants as he watches you devour his specially made cake without hesitation.

Denki

"Yeah, it's been super weird. I've been finding these little pieces of jewelry on my bed almost every night the past week."

You continue cleaning the counter as you explain to your cowroker the weird things that have been happening to you. She gives you a strange look.

"Are you sure you haven't misplaced your jewelry on your bed and just forgot?"

You turn your head to give her a dumbfounded look. "Uh, yeah. I think I would remember putting jewelry I've nevee seen before on my bed at the same time every night."

"Well, I don't know! It's just so weird. I don't have any other rational explanation." She suddenly gasps. "What if you have a stalker?!"

"Shh, don't say things like that." You hiss at her but a part of you is wondering if that might be true.

After your shift ends, you wave goodbye and begin your journey home. Unbeknownst to you, an energetic blonde watches as you walk home, excited for you to see your final birthday gift.

Once you step through the door of your house, something feels off. Having a weird feeling, you immediately but slowly make your way to your bedroom and turn on the lights. That's when you see a small but long white box placed on your bed, this time with a note. You carefully open the box to reveal a gorgeous necklace with a small black and yellow lightning bolt charm. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reluctantly open up the note, hoping to finally uncover some answers.

"Happy Birthday, my dear. You can call me Kaminari. And soon, you will be all mine."

Midoriya

*Click*

You turn around upon hearing the closing of a camera shutter but see nothing. Thinking it's all in your head, you shrug and continue to walk to your parents for your birthday dinner.

"Shit, that was too close." Midoriya mumbles under his breath as he hides in a set of bushes just beyond your vision. He scrolls through his camera roll, looking through every single shot to make sure he's got what he needs.

"These aee perfect! Oh they're going to love it!" He checks to make sure you're long gone before he scrambles out of his hiding spot and runs home to make your gift.

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You unlock the door to your house and step inside with a sigh. As much as you love your birthday and seeing your family, sometimes they can be a little much. Now it's time for you to sit back and relax. You change into your pajamas and turn on your comfort movie with a drink in hand, when suddenly your doorbell rings.

"Who the hell is here at 10 at night?"

You carefully peek through the peep hole in your door, not seeing anyone. Slowly, you open the door and look down to see a neatly wrapped gift. You know you probably shouldn't take a strange gift off of your doorstep, but curiosity gets the better of you.

Taking it back to your livingroom, you open it to reveal a scrapbook. Anxiety raises through your body as you open the first page. Eyes widen in horror the further you flip through, non-consentual pictures taken of you and your family litter the pages. Not only are there ones from being out in public, but private, intimate moments that no one should have seen. But the moment you found a lock of your hair glued to one of the pages was the moment you called the police.

Shinso

Shinso squats infront of you as you stare at him with dead eyes.

"Kitten, I have a surprise for you today."

You shake your head, mumbling. "I don't want it."

Shinso caresses your cheek with his hand before giving it a quick slap. You try ti3 jerk your head away but he grips your cheeks, squishing them together. "Stop being a brat, you don't even know what it is yet. Now, stand up."

You don't even get a chance to stand up yourself as Shinso hauls you up by your face. "I'm taking you out for your birthday."

Your eyea widen in fear and you shake your head. "N-No, please. I'd rather stay here. L-Let's do something together here. Please."

Shinso clicks his tongue. "Come now, kitten. I'm letting you go outside. We don't do this very often, it's a special treat. Is it not?"

You shake your head. "Please, no, everytime you take me out you-"

You go silent, mind fogged over and once again, under his control. There are moments when he mind-controls you to where you don't remember anything the morning after and those moments are awful. But when he feels like being extra cruel? He finally takes you outside, taking you out to eat, to see a movie, to go shopping. You're under his control the entire time but you remember everything. You are right there, fully aware of whats happening around you but can't do anything to ask for help, to save yourself. And it's terrifying

A tear rolls down your cheek as you follow him out the front door, his hand in yours. He smirks, knowing you could never leave him.

"Happy Birthday, Kitten."

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “Family Dynamics.”

Thought you guys might enjoy this today.

A lot of you have been asking for more Conn in the stories, so I hope you enjoy :)

“Wow, would you look at that.”

“No.”

“Wow.” “No. Hopping on the nope train and taking a ride to nopeville….. Nope absolutely not.”

“Come on, Krill, isn’t it just….. Just awesome!.”

“That, that right there is an absolute  raging death trap.” “Oh come on>” Adam said, hands on his hips as he stared up at the rocket.. THe Saturn V replica down to the last bolt. He grinned and danced around on his toes in a circle, “This is gonna be so cool!”

Krill turned to look at Adam, “No, no this is not cool, Adam. I am serious this time, not joking. I really don’t want you going in that thing. And with the assassination attempts and…. All that is going on with the GA leaders….” He looked at Adam Very pointedly here, “I don’t think you should do this.”

“Are you serious, a once in a lifetime opportunity and you want me to just say no because there is a possibility someone Might try to kill me?”

“Um…. YES.”

Adam crossed his arms, “Krill, I refuse to let myself live in fear when there is life to be lived.”

Krill turned to look hopefully over at Eris who was standing quietly by his side. She shook her head at him.

“He isn’t going to change his mind.”

“Can you at least try?”

She sighed, “Ok.”

Gently Eris took one of his hands forcing him to look at her, “Da…..Adam think about it please, there are a lot of powerful people after you, powerful and with resources. If they want to kill you, then this will be the perfect time to do it. They could put it off as some horrible accident, and no one would be the wiser.” She paused as he looked back at her, “I can see that this isn’t going to change your mind either.”

He smiled, “This is what I have my people for.” HE took the two of them by the shoulders and led them to where they could overlook the command station in the distance, “In there, right now, there are elements of the criminal underworld that owe me a favor, looking for any clues to indicate an attempt on my life.” He grinned, “Also, I have two secret weapons.”

He put his arm around Eris and then turned his head to look up at the sky.

Eris and Krill followed his lead.

Krill groaned, and Eris went wide eyed.

As a starborn descended from the sky ribbons flapping hands outstretched dropping from heaven like an ethereal angel. Sunlight bounced off his skin as he moved slowly downward hands held out to the side fingers outstretched. She stepped forward and- was immediately hit with a wall of his thoughts.

She no longer saw him as ethereal.

He was an asshole.

Conn drifted towards the ground but didn’t touch ribbons swirling around him seaweed undulating in a dark sea: Yes her thoughts about him had changed that much, he had gone from angel to seaweed rather quickly in her head.

He turned his eyes to her.

‘Who invited you’

Eris frowned, “I-

Adam glowered at Conn, “Be nice to her.”

Conn turned his head to look at Eris and drifted closer looking her over, ‘Oh daddy issues I see, well who doesn't.” He turned to look up at Adam, ‘Gotta love people borrowing your DNA for craft projects especially when they give you kids a little too early.”

Adam was not able to hide the thought that came marching to the forefront of his mind.

You know that’s interesting considering your starborn DNA was the most easily accessible before Eris was born.

He didn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t need to.

Eris made a face, and Conn drew back.

“HIM!”

Shit, Adam thought

“I never said that.”

“But you were thinking it.” She retorted turning on him with her eyes narrowed before turning to look back at Conn, who floated in shock behind her.

Adam held up his hands, “Woah now, I can’t be for sure, it just makes sense.”

Eris turned back to where Conn was floating and made another face, “But, but HIM. I don’t want…. I, I can’t be related to HIM.”

Adam sighed, “Being able to read his thoughts must be a bitch eh?”

Of course at the moment Conn wasn’t really having any thoughts. It was mostly just TV static with an undercurrent of the thoughts of people around him amplifying them even more in Eris’s head. Which is why she could hear Dr Krill quietly inching away as he wondered if he should tell them or nah?

He hd suspected as much the moment they had seen Eris, and learned that the DNA being used was Adam’s.

It had been easy enough to get Adam’s DNA strands from the original hybrids….. The adaptids….. But they would have needed other aliens to pair him with. And there was only one known starborn available to steal DNA from.

Conn’s static continued.

Eris groaned and put her hands to her head.

Adam rubbed his forehead, “Well, on the bright side, you turned out more like your human side of the family.” That’s when the static in Conn’s head fizzled out and he turned to look at Adam. With a sudden Evil grin, which he must have been practicing, for it seemed far to human for him, He floated over and grabbed both of them around the shoulders, “Isn’t this sweet, now we can all be one big happy family.’

“Get off me Conn.” Adam grumbled 

He just squeezed tighter, though as a starborn the strength was somewhat lacking. ‘Don’t talk like that, you and I have a beautiful daughter together. Just look at her. She’s got your internal organs and my skin. Isn’t that lovely.”

“Conn I swear if you keep touching me I will punch you and probably break something.”

Conn made like he was sighing as he pulled away, “You know, as her parents we should really be trying to set an example for a healthy loving relationship. A family that plays together-”

He floated away quickly before Adam could swipe at him missing the strike by mere inches.

“Domestic assault in this household!”

Eris hid her face in her hands, “Oh no.”

She was definitely not sure how she was supposed to feel about this. One the one hand, she was at least glad that he wasn’t repulsed by the idea of her existing. However, on the other hand, it was likely that her paternal starborn side was Conn! The thought made her nauseous . Reading his thoughts made her feel the same way. Clearly this creature, whatever he was had never grown out of petty pranks, and intense sarcasm.

More annoyingly, he seemed to have the ability to hide things from her just by NOT thinking about them. She learned nothing about his past, or really his more internal thoughts. He only let her see what she wanted to see, and what he wanted her to see made her more annoyed the more she thought about it.

“I’m so excited, aren't you. Finally reunited at last!”

Adam sighed, “This is now how I planned this. Conn you stupid bastard, I called you down here to do a job for me.”

“You wouldn’t call your hubby stupid would you?”

Adam looked like he was about to turn green, “Never in a million years would I ever even consider that. In fact, I think I would rather shoot myself out the airlock an have all the nitrogen bubble out of my blood thank you very much.:”

“One night stands happen.”

“Conn I swear if you keep going down this metaphor. I am going to commit murder. Never in a million years would I touch you with a nine and a half foot pole, end of story.”

“Excuse me for being skeptical as you have been known to date aliens in the past.”

“That was Sunny, who is arguably, not even arguably, but she IS smart, talented, funny, a total badass, and a fucking gem, while you are a creepy little space gremlin.”

“Yet I have a kid with you and she doesn’t sooooooo, forgive me if I say I win.”

“We can’t be for sure that she’s yours.”

“I demand a paternity test.”

“Conn, if you don’t let this go right now I am going to rip your spine out through your back and let Waffles chew on it.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a spine.”

Adam took a eep long-suffering breath, “I am done with this conversation, now I called you down here for a reason, and that reason is that I need you two watching out for something going wrong. Eris, as a member of my family you will be allowed inside mission control to watch what is going on. Your job is to make sure that no one is planning my death from the inside.” he turned his head in Conn’s direction and flipped him the bird as he continued to speak, “You on the other hand are in charge of the engineers. I know you don’t give a shit about boundaries, so your job is to hang around the engineers and the rocket hangers to see if any of them had a hand in sabotaging the mission. If you can get near the chairwoman, or the UN President, than do what you can. I need to know how deep all of this goes.” He turned his head to Eris, “You are probably going to be able to get closer to everyone than Conn can. People know he is a starborn and they know what he can do. No one will assume  anything about you if you keep your head low.”

She smiled, “Already done.” A little part of her leaped inside, and she felt giddy. Adam needed her to help protect him! She was being useful for once! Not to mention that this meant he trusted her and….. She turned a side eye on conn, Then again, that probably meant that Adam trusted him too.

The starborn grinned at her again, showing rows and rows of of sharp circular teeth.

She winced and looked away.

Gross 

“I have to get going, but you two should get to work. This is going to be a long week.”

He whistles once, and Waffles jumped up from where she had been resting at his side, and gently trotted after him as he walked away back towards the command station. Eris started after him and Conn floated up next to her.

“What an unexpectedly delightful day, don’t you think.”

“Can you be less creepy please.”

“It runs in the family Eris, you have the creepy inside you too. Embrace it!”

She shoved him away with one hand and ran to catch up with Adam.

She could hear conn laughing behind her as he floated away towards the hangers.

She glanced over his shoulder as she grabbed onto Adam’s arm, “Why is he so weird!”

Adam shrugged, “I think something happened to him when he was first born. I would say that he was dropped on his head, but that’s probably not accurate. Think i heard something about him having been isolated from his clan for the first few thousand years with his dead mother, but I don’t know if that’s true or if it’s just something he made up. Either way I think whatever happened to him kind of made him psycho.”

She glanced over her shoulder to the figure floating off into the distance, “Than why do you keep him around?”

He sighed, “Unfortunately, his abilities are invaluable. The ability to bring him alone when it comes to negotiations, or to talk with new alien species speeds up both diplomatic missions and learning new languages.” He sighed, “Also, as far as I can tell he is pretty loyal. He always does everything I ask him to do as long as it is important enough. Sure if I asked him to pick up after himself he’d probably flip me the bird and go floating in the other direction. But every time something big and important has happened, he has always been relatively reliable. A part of me wonders if he just doesn’t know how to interact with people, and somewhere deep down there is a desire to be wanted, but that’s not something I can prove.” He glanced pointedly at her.

She shook her head, “Sorry, he’s pretty good at hiding what’ he’s thinking.”

Adam grunted, “A real pity. Now-” He turned to look at her, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye, “Stay low. If you hear anything, don’t try to do anything about it yourself. Call my ship, either Sunny or Ramirez and they will deal with everything. If you see someone wearing a red pin with a white rocket on it, then those are our undercover guys, and they should be able to help you too. But it’s likely you will know who they are anyway.”

He looked her in the eyes, “Whatever happens, your safety comes first, not mine. You got that/”

She nodded eagerly even though she knew that last instruction was a lie.

He was more important than her.

And she was going to make sure that he stayed safe.

[hazbincalifornia]

Prey

Chapter 26: Hunting is fun, right?

Warnings: Mpreg, canon-typical violence.

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“Why are you wearing a coat?” Moxxie raised an eyebrow as he lowered his binoculars, and Blitzo growled from low in his throat, scrubbing at his eyes.

“Because I’m cold? Seems pretty obvious to me, Moxx.” His teeth chattering together like wind-up monkeys agreed.

“It’s seventy-five degrees out. I checked the weather here before we left to be sure it wasn’t raining, and I can feel it. It’s warm out here.”

“I said that I’m cold. Can’t a man know his own body?” Blitzo tugged the coat tighter around his middle- or at least, as much as he could. The bump had, infuriatingly, nearly outgrown the coat, but that was fine, because it was the one spot on him that wasn’t frozen like a tongue on a metal pole. It was practically boiling, actually, suctioning all the heat out of Blitzo’s body like a leech in a black hole and leaving all extremities shivering in a way reminiscent of poor street orphans. Millie reached over to snap off a square of the chocolate bar that Blitzo was holding, and her eyes widened as she brushed his fingers in the process.

“Aw, Moxxie, he’s right, he is cold! He’s-” She paused, concern gathering like storm clouds. “Really cold, actually. Are you sure you should-”

His fingers tightened around the gun in his free hand. “I’m not going home. I’m not letting this shit bench me, nothing has to change until I can shove the little cretin out and figure out what to do with them, got it?” Blitzo swatted at her hand, and she pulled back with her mouth screwed to the side and lips pursed.

“Hmmph. I’m just saying, I don’t really remember Mama or Daddy going through anything like this. I don’t think it’s a normal imp thing, is all, so you don’t know-”

“I know that if I sit at home with nothing to do, I am going to fucking lose it, so chill, alright?”

“Chill is the last thing you need, apparently,” Moxxie grumbled, and Blitzo smacked him with his tail, getting a little yelp out of the smaller imp before Millie stuck a hand over both of their mouths.

“C’mon,” she muttered, “We need to focus, they’re looking our way.”

Blitzo licked her palm, but she just raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve got four siblings, Blitz, that stopped working on me when I was eight.” Her fingers dug into his cheeks before letting go and he huffed, shuffling on his haunches and stuffing the rest of the chocolate bar in his mouth. Already, his stomach was growling again- stupid kid was being even more high-maintenance than usual. For that matter, more everything.

That morning, he’d woken up half-frozen to the bed with blood practically freezing under his skin, his stomach nearly a full inch bigger than it had been the night before with his skin itching like fuck because of it and stretchmarks creeping around the edges to boot. The binge last night must have all gone to plumping the little bastard up or something, because of course it had. (He could still feel where the kid had torn up, but it was manageable now with a handful of painkillers, at least.)

Fortunately, he had a coat in the back of his closet at work from when they’d gone to the arctic to knock off a scientist who’d stolen their target’s research, and he’d gotten it a size too big just in case he’d needed to hide one of the bulky weapons inside.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t realized that until after the client meeting.

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“So he just left me there after I checked his gun and it went off.” The client, a deer-form sinner, had raised an eyebrow, camo jacket rustling as he folded his arms with a twitch of his ear. “Hey, how come your little lackey’s in a suit but you aren’t? It’s all unprofessional and shit. You look like a marshmallow.”

Blitzo growled, tugging his (not stretchy enough) shirt down. The light pink fabric bounced back up anyway. Traitor.

“And you ended up in Hell. We all make bad choices sometimes. Just tell me where the fucking gig is, alright?”

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Blitzo shook his head as the leaves rustled- he needed to focus. He could not become a liability, even though leaving the warmth of Hell for the more temperate heat of Earth chilled his bones better than any iced coffee ever could.

“Gimme the rundown, Moxx. How’s it looking?”

“There’s four of them around the fire. One woman, three men, all in camouflage clothing. All wearing hunting caps for some reason too, even though this weather’s far too warm for it for most humans, I would think. Perhaps it’s some kind of pack-bonding thing.” Moxxie adjusted the binoculars a bit. “The target is the short one with the red hair.”

“G-got it,” Blitzo said, rubbing his arms. If he any hair on them, it'd be standing up. Fire sounded good. Fire sounded really good. “When reddie breaks off from the bunch, we nab them. The client said he doesn’t care if the others get hurt in the process as long as we weren't charging extra for it, he wanted the party all back together anyway.”

“Right,” Millie said with a nod. “As soon as-”

“They’re all moving out at once,” Moxxie hissed, cutting her off. “They were talking but I couldn’t hear what, the target’s being left to guard the fire.”

“It’s almost too easy,” Blitzo said, twirling the gun in his hand and before splitting off and creeping through the underbrush, each footstep sinking slightly into the damp, muddy ground with a squelch as Moxxie hissed something after him that he couldn’t quite hear. The foliage was thick enough here that he lost sight of the fire for a moment, but the cozy, flickering warmth drew him like a snake to a flute, yellow sparks creating dancing shadows off the trees- but with no long shadows to reflect except for his own. “Wait, the hell did he go?” The firepit was still crackling merrily away, but the target had vanished. He raised an eyebrow, turning back to their hiding spot. “C’mon, where is he? You go blind in the last two minutes, Moxxie?”

“He was just here- he must have stepped out to go to the bathroom,” Moxxie whisper-hissed. “Be careful, they’re-”

“C’mon, Moxxie, I’m not an invalid.” Blitzo stuck his hand in the already-opened bag of marshmallows and stuffed one in his mouth. The pops and snarls of the fire were filling the aches of his bones with soothing jelly, and his legs wobbled a little as he swallowed down the gooey snack. “I’ll go find ‘em, just… just a second…”

“Sir…”

“Relax, it takes more than ten seconds to piss.” Blitzo reached for the marshmallows again, fingers already in the bag when-

“Blitz!” Millie called out just as pain exploded through the back of his hand, and a screech bubbled up from deep in his chest as he automatically smacked his other hand at his wrist, brain taking precious milliseconds to process whatever the fuck had just happened.

There was a knife. Impaled. On his hand. Black blood spurted out in waves over his skin and sleeve, and he yanked the fingers close to his body as shrieking erupted from the bushes.

“Ha! Thought I heard somethin’! Those horns are gonna look real pretty mounted on my wall!” Red hair fell over a tanned and freckled face, and Blitzo’s fingers twitched, nerves going haywire as his other hand fumbled for something, anything, he’d dropped the fucking gun when he’d grabbed at his wrist, fuck, shit- there! His fingers clasped a small bottle and he chucked it full force at the human. It shattered, foul-smelling yellow liquid splattering his face as he sputtered and spat. “What the fuck?” The human fumbled for his weapon to retaliate, but-

BLAM!

-That was going to be rather difficult, considering his head was now in about twenty pieces, several of which splattered Blitzo's face and slid down before he brushed them off, licking at his cheeks.

“Blitz!” Millie called, hurrying down. “Are you okay?”

“I’m-”

“Put your h-hands up!”

Blitzo whirled around, automatically dropping into a hunched crouch with his non-injured arm wrapped around his stomach. He hissed as the other humans from the hunting party of doom scrambled back to the firepit. God, his hand hurt.

“Get the fuck out,” he growled in a lower timbre than he’d ever heard himself drop to, and the one in the front froze, leading the woman to shove her way upwards.

“You killed Todd!”

A bang and she collapsed to her knees, clutching at her chest before another shot went straight through her skull. A cawing crow took off from a nearby tree, rustling the leaves.

Fingers clasped his elbow, and he could smell mint- Moxxie’s mouthwash. “The target’s down, we need to-”

“I wanna rip them to pieces, they got me,” Blitzo growled.

“Millie and I can take care of- eep!” Another shot cracked off above their heads, and Moxxie dragged Blitzo to the side as a huge branch slammed down where they’d been. “You’re in no shape-“

“I’m fine!” Sweat poured down over Blitzo’s eyes, and- were there two of Moxxie all of a sudden? When did he get a twin? He didn't have a twin. Blitzo would have found that out by now.

“No, you aren’t! You’re risking all of us, call Loona so we can clean- gah!” Moxxie kicked at the air furiously as one of the remaining hunters lifted him up like a ragdoll and dragged him away, screaming all the while as he twisted and writhed in their grip. Blitzo saw red. His tail snapped like a whip as he leaped forward and bit furiously at the mound of protesting, shaking meat, and a sharp shock grazed the side of his chest before blood gushed from the human's throat as he tore the jugular out with his teeth. Inside, the kid kicked out, doing their best to distract him, but nothing was going to keep him from-

“Moxx! Blitzo!” The head cracked mere inches from his face as Millie slammed a knife into the neck and snapped the spinal cord, and a gurgling scream cut off before two pairs of hands hauled him back from the fresh corpse. He snapped his teeth, heels digging into the damp ground as he strained forward. He needed to dismember it, he needed to tear it to pieces, he needed to fucking destroy it-

“And stay down, you fucking bastards, don’t fucking touch them-“

“It’s- it’s fine, he didn’t hurt me,” Moxxie said, dragging Blitzo back by the arm. “He maybe bruised my arms at best.”

“They’re dead, Blitzo, we can go home.” Millie agreed, and their combined strength forced Blitzo to take a breath, falling limp.

“…So sloppy, the ones with guns didn’t even get a shot in.”

Moxxie sucked in a breath. “About that…” He pressed his fingers to the side of Blitzo’s pecs, and Blitzo groaned out a ‘fuck’.

“It doesn’t look too bad, it should be fine with some painkillers and a tourniquet,” Millie commented. “The hand is much worse.”

Being reminded of that sent a white-hot flare of pain scurrying up his nerves, and Blitzo hissed. “Riiiiight.”

Millie fired off a text, and by the time Blitzo turned around, the portal had opened in front of them. He took one step before nearly eating dirt, and Millie and Moxxie grasped him under the armpits and hauled him through, the office the most welcome sight he’d ever seen.

“What happened?” Loona asked, fingers tightening around the Grimoire.

“It went badly,” Moxxie grunted. “Get the first aid kit.”

Loona didn’t argue.

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Well, he was definitely on too many painkillers to be fully healthy for the kid at this point considering how much it took to be anywhere near effective on him, but he wasn’t bleeding out, his hand wasn’t screaming at him anymore, and his shirt had probably gotten ruined by all the stretching out even before his side started bleeding all over it, so…

Okay, yeah, fuck trying to spin it, this just plain sucked shit-flavored asshole. Millie finished tying off the bandage around his hand as he sat in his chair and Moxxie paced around his office.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Come-” Blitzo coughed. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the chills were creeping back up everywhere the blood wasn’t still rushing to, and he couldn’t help but lean closer to Millie and her precious body heat. “-Come on, getting hurt in the field is just part of the job.”

“Yes, but you’re not thinking clearly anymore, and you’re risking-”

“I am so thinking clearly!” Setting aside the fact that if he blinked too much Moxxie duplicated himself again, but he wasn’t about to tell him that.

Moxxie continued as if he hadn’t spoken, rude little shit. “You’re risking yourself, both of us, and, yes, the baby!”

“Oh, and they’re the one that matters here.” Blitzo rolled his eyes, but Moxxie folded his arms, tail swaying like a pendulum and nails drumming on his bicep.

“I know that your feelings about this are mixed, but I would never forgive myself if you went out there and got both of you killed because you’re a stubborn jackass.”

“He’s right,” Millie added.

“Don’t you dare team up on me,” Blitzo snarled, lead settling in the pit of his stomach as Millie stood up, drying her hands off with the towel borrowed from the bathroom- they were going to have to replace that. It had been white with little galloping horses around the bottom, and they were all so covered in black now that you couldn’t even see them anymore. He knew from experience that imp blood never came out of white fabric no matter how hard you scrubbed.

“We will if we have to- I’d do the same for anybody,” Millie said, balling the towel up and dropping it on the desk. “You lasted a lot longer than most people would, but there’s no shame in taking some time off so you don’t end up killin’ the little one before they even get a chance to see the world.”

“What about me, huh? Don’t I get a say in this? This is my company!” He shoved himself off the chair, but Millie pushed him back down. Her hand burnt where it touched his chest.

“C’mon, Blitzo, you need to be resting- I care about you, alright? Both’a us do.”

“Oh, sure, that's why you're not letting me make my own decisions as a grown-ass man." He narrowed his eyes.

“If we didn’t, we’d just let you go out and get yourself killed by the next target who has a gun,” Moxxie retorted. “I’m not going to let you drag all of us down with you, and I’m not going to keep working out in the field with you if you’re going to be a liability!”

“Are you threatening to quit?” Blitzo tried to get up again, and again Millie pushed him back down- far easier than she should have been able to, but if it was the blood loss or the baby weight was anybody’s guess.

“Of course not- maybe? I don’t know!” Moxxie rubbed his forehead. “I just-”

Millie shifted over to him, squeezing his shoulders. “We get what you mean, honey.” She turned back to Blitzo. “I know you wanna always do your best and work hard for IMP, and I’ve got nothing but praise for that, but-”

“But nothing! I can do this, end of story!”

Millie raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps back towards him and poking Blitzo right where she’d just wrapped the gunshot wound, and he couldn’t hold back a pained whine. “Suuuuure you can.”

“If you insist on still coming to work, just-” Moxxie sucked in a breath. “Just take over Loona’s job. Maybe she can help us, but Millie and I handled things fine when you were gone, we can keep things running.”

“Like hell you can!” Icy hands squeezed at his chest as Millie patted his shoulder.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, Blitzo.”

He smacked her hand away. “Don’t tell me I’m useless, I don’t need your fucking pity-”

“But you do need us,” Millie replied. “We want to help, isn’t that enough? There’s only another month and a half or so until they’ll be here, after all. You've got a lot to get sorted, and it's the least we can do.”

Blitzo just stared with wide eyes as his knifed hand screamed with every minute twitch of the nerves and tendons within. Moxxie raised an eyebrow with his arms crossed, and Millie considered the towel on the desk before dropping it in the trash. It left behind little splatters of his blood on the polished oak as he gritted his teeth.

“Fuck both of you.”

(Which meant, unfortunately, ‘you win for now’, and it was only because he was about to pass out in his chair.)

[talesfromtinytonka]

Prompt 4 - Baleful - A Prince’s Palace

(Author’s Note: A Realm Reborn and Palace of the Dead Spoilers. Contains some descriptions of death and decay some may find uncomfortable).

Drip. Drip. A steady droplet of unclean water fell upon him from the damp stone of the ceiling hanging high overhead. He had felt its obnoxious presence disturbing his sleep for some time, he thought, but it was only now that his body wished to awaken and move in agreement. The lalafell groaned a raspy, annoyed sound as his sleepy mind became reacquainted with the movement of his limbs in an attempt to get up. Every muscle in his body seemed to ache as he pushed upwards from the cold stone floor with his hands, his eyes looking down into the hazy darkness of the room in confusion. “Where am I?” the man thought, trying to recall the events of the night before. “Was it…a party?...Yes, I remember now…I must have drank too much.” The monetarist let out a curse as he struggled to get back up and find his composure once more. He knew himself to be quite bad at holding a drink, especially when attending celebrations. Though his mind was shrouded in aching fog, he was certain that the night before had given cause to much celebration.

It took considerable effort for him to finally stand, his joints creaking as pain shot up his body like a fire. The lalafell yelled out in frustration at his own soreness, calling out for a guard to fetch a chirurgeon. His refined voice fell on no ears, however, as it bounced upon the walls of the strange room he found himself in. “Curse those worthless Brass Blades…where in the hells am I?!” The lalafell looked around the dark room he was in. In all his years serving on the syndicate, Teledji Adeledji had never seen a room like this in the royal palace. The walls were dark and fairly damp; a strange, ethereal glow emanating from their cracks to produce just enough light to make out the dimensions of the room. Teledji took a step forward, nearly falling over once again as his feet seemed to delay their response to his command. Cursing once more, the lalafell managed to stumble up against a wall, his hand wiping the sweat off his face as he focused again on the events that had come to pass the night before. “The party!” Teledji recalled. “I must have celebrated the ‘unfortunate’ passing of the Sultana by the Scions hands a little too much…I’ll make my way back out to the court proper and call for assistance.” Teledji brushed his hands upon the matted hair of his goatee, shuddering at the sensation of filthiness upon him. Someone would pay for the state of this place as soon as he was back in clean clothes, he thought.

Teledji walked along the side of the room, letting the wall keep his shoulder steady as he used his hand to guide him through the darkness. The room had hallways, it seemed, which led only to more rooms of similar darkness and texture. He contemplated the purpose of these rooms: were they for storage? Perhaps an abandoned corridor from the damage of the calamity? Teledji grinned as he thought about the treasures and secrets that might lay hidden in the palace that would one day be his, lost to the passage of time. The thought of riches and power called out to him like no other mistress, all soon to be his with the success of his careful scheming the night before. Lord Lolorito and the other monetarists would have no choice but to kneel before him and the power of his Omega device, and no Scion would be left to challenge his excavation of the Cartenau Flats. Not even Raubahn, the blind bull of Ala Mhigo, would stand in his way. His thoughts lingered on the name coldly as he continued to guide his way back to civilization.

It was in the discovery of his third identical room that Teledji seemed to hear the grinding of something out in the darkness. The sound made the lalafell curious, and so he stepped in further to investigate. The noise had become quite loud to him before his eyes could make its source out in the darkness of the room. Before him stood a flowing, dark specter, its dark-as-night cloak flickering with an otherworldly glow of ominous magic. Teledji jumped in place, letting out a muffled eep as he backed away slowly. The grinding noise, as Teledji had learned, seemed to come from the unmistakably sharp and long claws beneath the creatures robed sleeves, scraping and clicking amongst each other in menacing anticipation. As the creature began to turn Teledji stumbled against the wall, throwing any chance of silence to the wind as he attempted to run away screaming. “Somebody!! Anybody! HELP!” Teledji screamed, calling out the names of any guard or Crystal Brave he could recall. “A voidsent!? In the palace!?” He thought, doing whatever he could to make distance between himself and the creature.

Teledji ran through room after room, no longer aware of where he had been or not been before finally tripping and falling to the floor. He laid on the floor, his body shuddering as he took a deep breath and listened in for the sounds of the creature. The moments seemed to pass like hours as he waited for any sign of his impending doom, a sign that never arrived to his surprise and great relief. The specter, it had seemed, had lost track of him. Teledji sighed in immense relief and began to sit back upright, but not before noticing a curious sight: His robes, tattered and dirty as they had become from this place, were soaked in blood down the entire front. As the lalafell went to touch the dried blood, his memory seemed to come back to him. “R-Raubahn! That’s right! Raubahn tried to attack me! I must have followed the blades down here to apprehend him as he tried to escape…why on earth would they have left me down here!?” Teledji grew angry as he stood back up, regaining his balance against the wall. No royalty should ever be made to deal with this, he thought. Teledji took a deep breath and tried to recompose himself for what he knew to be required ahead: There would be no empire if he did not escape this place, and clearly the idiotic guardsmen of Ul’dah could not be relied upon in this case.

Knowing now that the path before him was dangerous, the monetarist made his movements far more careful as he sought to follow the walls in the opposite direction this time. The darkness down here was certain to obscure his movements from other creatures, he thought, and it was highly unlikely he would have been willing to venture too far down into these catacombs in the prior night’s hunt for Raubahn. Some time passed as Teledji wandered the labyrinthine halls and rooms around him, completely lost to any sense of direction. As Teledji continued to explore, he eventually found a room unlike the others he had seen before, adorned in a blue light with soft glow. As he made his way into this room, he was surprised to see that he was not alone; the glow seemed to emanate from a torch-like fixture in the corner of the room, and beneath that fixture sat a man with his back turned to the lalafell. The man wore the telltale clothes of a poor man of Ul’dah; his Highlander complexion provoking a smile of relief upon Teledji’s face. “You there! Refugee! Help me to safety and I will pay you your weight and more in gold!” The man failed to respond, mumbling under his breath repeatedly. Undeterred, Teledji sought to provoke him further. “Up with you! Are you lot from Ala Mhigo all this lazy?! Fine! A palace for you and yours, just get me out of here!” Teledji grew angry at the man’s lack of response and stumbled forward to grab the man by the shoulder. Finally, the man turned, revealing a throat slit and caked with the blood blackened and crusted over by time. Teledji let out a shriek and backed up as the man looked into his eyes, the top corner of his face simply gone from his hairline to his empty eye socket. “Executed….I….I can’t….I w-was…” The man looked to Teledji, his one remaining eye pleading in horror as an effluvial scent of rot escaped his open mouth.

Teledji took off, unable to bear the sight of the man any longer as he ran down the halls and rooms screaming. “T-this place has gone mad! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE HELP!” The reality of the danger he was in had finally set in his mind, the endless passageways of this place seeming to close in on him like a prison. Teledji would bound his way through a room only to find other creatures as foul in appearance as the ones he had seen, all seeming to pay him little mind as he continued to scream for help. As he rounded a corner into a one-way room, he tripped, flying up into the air and falling upon the uneven stone floor with a sickening rip behind him. He struggled to stand, rolling over on his back as he tried to get up. Looking down, Teledji let out a fresh scream of fear: his lower half had begun to come undone, his waist connected to his torso by only a few sinewy threads of muscle and a cracked spine, the blood and flesh exposed by the separation dark and flyblown with larvae squirming in and out. Teledji thrashed his upper body in instinctual fear, smashing himself against the floor in any desperate attempt possible to free himself from the disgusting rot that had seemed to so suddenly grip his lower half. There was no relief in his mind as he finally freed himself from it, dragging himself with his hands out of the room as he tried in futility to find his escape from this nightmare. “This isn’t possible…I should be dead….I should be dead!” Teledji closed his eyes and begged for himself to awake in his bed, his hands pulling and dragging him out of determination to leave.

As Teledji dragged himself towards the sounds of fighting that now echoed the halls of this place, his mind gained clarity through the madness of his current predicament.

“I….I a-am dead.”

The lalafell remembered all too clearly now the events of the party, how Raubahn had treated the news of his beloved Sultana’s death. The last moments that he could remember were the burning of steel; the sensation of the numbness of his lower body as his back hit the ground, or so he thought. Teledji knew now that the truth was far more sinister than that. That night had not been last night by any stretch of imagination, and though he had no count or idea of how long it had been, he remembered now what was to come. As Teledji looked down the hallway to the shimmering of armor against the glow of the darkened rooms, his eyes lit up with knowing fear over glimmering hope. The Warrior of Light he had condemned to regicide was coming, as he had come so many times before, and there was nothing he could do to stop him. As the man dashed down the hallway towards Teledji and brandished his axe high in the air behind him, intent on repeating the cycle once anew, Teledji could only let out but a few cowering words. “N-No…S-Stay back! Not Again!”

[fan-wicktion]

Sparrow - The Final Chapter (15)

MASTERLIST

warnings: bad language, angst, smutttt

a/n: I am here to finish this. The final chapter!!! I’m so grateful to all of you for supporting me this whole time, even though I am so sporadic. ♥️

SUMMARY: You are an assassin who stole a kill from John Wick. You royally piss off the High Table during a trip, and Winston orders John to hunt you down and bring you back in order to kill you. John finds you (of course), and you both accidentally end up bonding a bit on your travels back to New York. A call from Winston breaks the daydream, and you attempt to escape John’s captivity. He catches you.

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John tosses you back in your room. Considering the circumstances, it might as well have been a prison cell. You couldn’t escape this building without him knowing. Even if you managed to flee, he would catch up to you eventually.

Seething, you stalk back and forth in the enclosed space, hot tears staining your face.

Paid for the whole fucking building, huh? Your eyes lock on the lamp by the bed. Shouldn’t be a problem if—CRASH! Your boot collides with the ceramic surface, sending shards everywhere. A strange thrill grips your stomach as you survey the wreckage. Rage.

You’re a wildcat caught in a trap. A tornado confined to a room. Who fuckin cares anymore?

A primal shriek of fury rips out of you and your fist breaks through the drywall. Panting, you shake the bits of wall off your knuckles and fondle the hilt of one of the knives strapped to your thigh.

“STUPID—” Thud. The blade embeds itself in the opposite wall.

“FUCKING—”

Thud.

“JOB—”

Thud.

“STUPID—”

Thud.

“FUCKING—”

Thud.

“RULES—”

Thud.

“STUPID—”

Thud.

“FUCKING—”

Thud.

“JOHN—” Your fingers wrap around air, and you realize you’ve run out of knives.

“GrrRRRRR!” Pulling at your hair, you give up.

Your body slumps onto the bed in physical and mental exhaustion. Weakly, you punch at a couple pillows before sobbing yourself to sleep.

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You refuse to look at John or speak to him at all on the ride to the airport, and the silent treatment continues on your flight. You sit as far away from him as possible, glaring out the window.

To his credit, John makes no attempt to interact with you…which is…fine…

Except you almost wish he would. Wish he would act upset at all, or angry even! Yell at you, fight with you, drag you in screaming or…or save you.

But he doesn’t do any of that. He just sits there silently at the front of the plane, hands in his lap. Doing nothing.

Fuckin asshole. I never should have trusted him. He never cared about me…he just wanted to bring me in. He—

A lump threatens at the back of your throat. No. I won’t cry anymore. Time to take it like a fucking man. You decide at that moment that there will be no hysterics, no crying or begging from you. You’d rather take a bullet to the brain with dignity than flounder like an apologizing idiot in front of Winston. Maybe even get a few wise-cracks in just to piss him off…

Plus, who knows. Maybe you’ll find a way out of it.

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The glow of the streetlights dance off the wet pavement in front of the Continental. Your sleek vehicle pulls up to the steps. You climb out behind John, the dull ache of acceptance sitting heavily in your chest. At the top of the stairs you pause, turning to look out over the city. Your home. Yeah, New York was a rat-infested hellhole sometimes…but it was your rat-infested hell hole. Ugh. Why’d I have to go and be a little shit head and get myself killed?

John catches your arm just as you’re turning towards the door. What’s this? Our daring escape?! He leans down and whispers in your ear:

“Trust me.”

What?! The click of cool metal around your wrists adds to your surprise.

“ExCUSE ME—??” So much for escaping into the sunset.

John jostles you through the door, and you do your best to walk gracefully while handcuffed. You can feel the eyes of a hundred assassins on you as you make your way through the lobby, a few wolf-whistles punctuating the light chuckling. You should be self conscious, but honestly? This is legendary. You manage to squeeze in a couple winks and bows as John drags you to the elevator. At least I’ll die a legend.

As the doors slide shut, you sneak a glance up at Mr. John Wick. His brown eyes are steely and staring straight ahead, jaw set menacingly. He seems so cold and aloof that you wonder if you were imagining things earlier. ‘Trust me’? What does that mean?

A shaky bundle of nerves forms in your chest, banging about your ribcage as the floor numbers fly by. It settles into a hard knot somewhere deep in your stomach.

Ding! The elevator stops.

Without looking at you, John grips your arm and steps through the threshold. You try not to stumble as he drags you forward. Your eyes lock on to a behemoth wooden desk. Oak? Maple? Why is this what I’m focusing on right now?! Shifting your gaze upwards, you see the short, grim figure of the man who wants you dead. Winston.

You lift your chin and stare down your nose at him.

“Hey there, big guy.”

John’s grip tightens fractionally around your bicep; Winston chuckles darkly.

“Ah, Sparrow. Always such a…joy…to see you. Couldn’t fly out of this one, could you?” He rounds the desk, leaning on it casually. A quick glance at John, and next thing you know you’re on your knees before him. You shift your weight slightly, cursing the handcuffs. If I could just—

The back of your head brushes the cool metal of the gun. Oh.

Every nerve in your body is aflame, screaming FIGHT OR FLIGHT? FIGHT OR FLIGHT? FIGHT? FLIGHT? SOMETHING? ANYTHING? Your fingers tremble as you realize there’s no way out. Nowhere to run that you wouldn’t be found. No safety. No life. No options.

“You know, John volunteered to do this. Said he’s really enjoy finally putting an end to all of your nonsense. Ha! I can only imagine the trouble you’ve put him through. I would feel bad but, well, he deserves it.” He laughs, taking a sip of his expensive-ass liquor.

Volunteered? You swallow the lump in your throat and glare up at Winston. “So, you didn’t like what you saw, hm? Why don’t we recreate my little photoshoot, just you and me?” And the bullet to seal the deal.

He scoffs. “Sweetheart, there are rules. And they must be followed. I don’t need unprofessional amateurs sullying the craft. The behavior you displayed cannot be tolerated by me or the high table. It is necessary for me to uphold these traditions, or we will crumble into a band of mediocre thugs. This is much more than just a photo, darling.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, fuck off. You just wanted to see me on my knees I bet.”

Winston doesn’t acknowledge you, looking at John instead. “Good lord, is she always like this? I see why you wanted to off her yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickle with angry tears. Angry with Winston, angry with John, angry with yourself. How could I let this happen? How could I trust—

Trust?

“Go ahead then, whenever you’re ready Mr. Wick.”

Wait—

The safety comes off with a sickening click.

You feel the air move behind your scalp. You throw yourself out of the way just in time to watch John step around you, leveling the barrel of his gun at Winston’s forehead.

Winston slowly sets down his glass, raising his hands slightly in surrender.

“John, what’s this? Don’t tell me—”

“Listen to me.” John’s voice is low and menacing. “I’m done. I want out. I’m sick of living like this. I want a life, do you hear me?” You can practically hear how hard he’s clenching his jaw.

“Well I hardly think—”

“I SAID, do you hear me?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’m buying my freedom. And hers. I think you oughta comply.” He kicks a heavy briefcase over to Winston and it jingles ominously. Gold coins? Holy shit— “Let’s not forget all I have done for you.”

Winston takes his time staring at the case, then locks eyes with John, seemingly weighing his options. On one hand, he had all the power. He could refuse. On the other…was John Wick. The Baba Yaga. The angel of death himself.

He sighs. “Have it your way John. We’ll see if it sticks this time. I’ll speak with the High Table.”

You feel your entire body melt with relief, muscles you didn’t realize you were clenching quivering in release. John eyes Winston critically, then stoops to pull you to your feet.

“Hey, I—” You try to form a sentence to thank him, but the words won’t come.

“Don’t,” he grunts.

Glancing at Winston, you have the urge to stick out your tongue and gloat, but decide not to press your luck. You nod at him and follow John out the door.

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John strides towards the sleek Mustang waiting at the curb. Unsure, you trail behind. Is he expecting me to like, go home?

Judging by the look he gives you as he yanks open the driver’s side door, you guess you’re supposed to get in. Is he mad? He looks kinda mad…

You climb in to the passenger seat, noting his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“My apartment’s right around the co—EEP!” Suddenly, you find yourself in the backseat. How did—

John’s frame looms above you. He leans down, so close his beard tickles your cheek. One hand snakes up to grip your jaw.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” he turns your face towards his, and locks eyes with you for the first time in over 24 hours. Raw need grips your core as his animal desire envelopes your mind. Grabbing fist-fulls of his sleek hair, you pull him towards you. Your teeth crash together in a desperate kiss, hands hungrily undoing belts, buttons.

“Think you can handle this, sweetheart?” A cocky grin interrupts you tugging his bottom lip.

“You’re on, old man.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you and slides his hand down the front of your underwear. The pads of his fingers glide over your soaking slit, and a low groan escapes his lips. You yelp as he tears your undergarments off completely, shoving your pants down around your ankles. You’ve managed to free him of his pants as well, and gasp as you unveil his throbbing cock.

You start pulling him towards your entrance, but John snatches your wrists and pins them above your head roughly. He holds them there as he grasps his length.

“No, baby. After all you’ve put me through? I’m in charge.” He lines up and thrusts into you abruptly, causing you both to moan loudly. “Fuuuckkk.”

After all this time waiting, fantasizing, pining over and hating him, feeling John Wick fill you up with his thick cock was nearly too much to handle. You could feel every vein, every inch of his dick against your walls, stretching you out.

The long-held tension between you snaps, and you’re all over each other. He pounds you into the back seat of his car mercilessly, pinning you with one arm, the other alternating between slapping your ass and fingering your mouth. You wail and moan, crying his name over and over as spit coats his fingers and your own face, and your wetness coats his cock. The entire Mustang is rocking, windows steaming up, and you know—you know—people can see exactly what’s going down. You don’t care. Somehow, knowing the entire Continental is watching John Wick fuck your brains out makes this entire situation a thousand times hotter.

John takes his spit-coated thumb and begins rubbing quick circles over your clit. The building heat in your core intensifies, sending you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, and you feel yourself clenching around his girth. John growls with pleasure, bearing down and increasing his speed. His hand finds its way back up your body and around your neck as he chases his own climax.

The pleasure of your orgasm and the lack of oxygen makes you see stars. John pulls you into a filthy kiss, and you climax again. Your throbbing hole sends him over the edge, and you feel his warm cum fill you up. He nips at your neck playfully while you both lay there, panting.

“I was going to wait until we got home, but I couldn’t fucking resist any longer. You drive me so crazy that I think I hate you,” John mumbles in your ear. You grin mischievously.

“Hate me enough to fuck me harder next time?”

He yanks your head back by your hair. “Fuck you. You know I’ll destroy you.”

John slides his length out of you with a groan, admiring the slow leak of cum from your pussy. He pulls up your pants, sternly ordering you to keep his seed inside you for the ride back to his place. You both emerge from the back of the car very ruffled, and you nod at the doormen cheekily as you climb in the passenger seat once more.

You gaze at John as he speeds homeward, his cum leaking down your leg, and can’t help but think your future seems pretty damn bright.

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[slinkinginshadows]

Eggs

Just realized I can throw this over here! This is relating to some aus over on my main, but all that really matters is that Dib is irken in this au too and they’ve been popping out eggs for quite a while now.

Warnings: Birth kink, egg laying, oral sex

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1220

Ship: ZaDr

The doors had been locked, walls soundproofed, and the smeets kept firmly away for the next few hours to wait for the newest batch of future siblings.  Zim ran a hand over his stomach as Dib fussed with the nest, adjusting and re-adjusting the pillows. It was a big clutch this time- seven eggs. 

Laying, however, was something he was more than used to, even with a few extras. Dib adjusted his goggles before his gloves slid under Zim's tunic to shift it up, exposing the gravid belly underneath. A few years ago, he might have been able to make out subtle bumps with the individual eggs, but now, a soft layer of fat smoothed over it to make him perfectly round.

"Ready?" Dib's claws hooked under the fabric, but instead of tearing through, he slid it over Zim's head. Zim had already kicked off his boots, and he tried to remove his tights as well before slumping back with a groan.

"Once I get these off I- oh." Zim's eyes widened, antennae leaping straight up as Dib bent down, completely hidden behind his stomach. He felt teeth brush against his thigh, draaaaaaaagging the fabric down bit by bit. Dib was using his fingers to pull down the right side while his mouth handled the left, and by the time he threw the leggings away, Zim was beginning to soak the blankets underneath him. 

"I'll take that as a yes." Dib's own antennae were perked forward, delicious hormones diffusing through the air and intermingling with Zim's own. He set a hand on Zim's hip, tracing up, up, up to end on the top of his belly. "You're incredible at this."

"Of course I am." Zim grinned. "No irken could make smeets as well as I can. You're lucky that you found me."

"I'm lucky you're so eager to be my little breeding pet," Dib murmured, hand tracing down and over Zim's sternum to cup his chin and force him to look directly into Dib's eyes. "You carry so well."

"Only because you treat me so well," Zim said, legs falling open as Dib leaned forward, pulling him into a kiss. Dib reached up, finding Zim's antenna and pulling it down so as soon as he rose from the kiss he could pop the top in his mouth. Zim's eyes squeezed shut, panting out. "Dib..." Dib's tongue ran down the of the antenna, length a definite advantage of an irken tongue. Dib waited until he could practically feel the heat radiating from his hand that had drifted to Zim's cheek to release it, smiling down at him before shifting back down to legs.

He was slick-heavy, both with broken water and sweet arousal. Dib licked his lips. He always wanted to devour every bit of Zim, mark him as his in every way he could, but birth days were always the best- he was ripe like the richest fruit and eager to fall apart in Dib's hands, short and plump and the picture of a carrier. Dib ran his tongue up Zim's petals, and Zim hooked his feet behind Dib's neck, one kicking out hard enough to almost knock his Pak off when Dib dug his tongue inside of the entrance.

"Dib!"

"You love it," Dib muffled a laugh against Zim's inner thighs, and the vibrations made the petals soften further against his cheek.

"Stop knowing me!"

"It's a little late for that." Dib pressed kisses against the thigh. "I know you like honey on your drinks, and you don't like it when I take too long in the lab when you need attention. And you always need attention. I know how soft you can be with the smeets, and how you sing in the shower." He let his teeth graze the soft skin and felt Zim's toes curl on his back. "And I know just how much this all turns you on."

Zim made a hmmph-ing sound, but the longer Dib worked, the more it morphed into a low moan. Eventually, his legs relaxed again, falling back, and Dib felt movement to his right. He turned to see the first egg beginning to pass. 

"Good, there's one. Just stay relaxed, you know the routine by now," Dib said, holding out a hand as Zim grunted. The egg slid out and into his palm, and Dib set it aside before turning back to the entrance. He begin to kiss the soft skin around it, and Zim's claws ripped through the fabric of the nest. 

"D-Dib..."

Dib didn't respond, lavishing attention on Zim as he melted underneath the eager kisses and licks. Soon enough, another egg neared. Dib didn't even need to tell Zim to push, he was already doing it, he really was so good at this. Even though there were more than usual, the eggs were the same as always, and it slipped through, widening the entrance for just a moment as it slid into the pillow.

The pattern repeated, Dib softening Zim up so the eggs had minimal resistance and the eggs moving right through. Three, four, five, six, slight variations in size but not enough to bother Zim. Seven, however, was having a problem.

Sweat beaded Zim's face, and he peered over himself. He could see Dib's tall antennae now as he bobbed up and down, pleasuring Zim the way no one else ever could or would. "Where is it?"

"It's coming, be patient."

"I want to see it- eep!" Dib had left a playful nip where Zim's thigh met his petals, and it melted his squeedlyspooch to goop. Every one of his nerves was firing red-hot, and his hips bucked at the latest contraction. He wanted the egg out so he could curl up and rest, so he could finish, but it was stubborn. It must be the Dib in it. Zim could still feel it, heavy in his pelvis, and panted into the warm air. 

"It's coming, just relax."

"I was relaxed until this one refused to- oh!" There it was. The egg was larger than its siblings, that was for sure, and Zim could feel himself being stretched further than usual. Dib wiggled his fingers in to help ease it out, and a series of flurried clicks and chirps erupted from Zim. 

"That's it, it's okay, I have it," Dib soothed, and Zim's hips and ass tightened before the egg slid out. He felt empty, like a mech without a pilot, until Dib set the egg away and peppered kisses over him again. He was still wet in every meaning of the word, and a few well placed suckles on the petals of his entrance was all it took for him to cum, moaning out Dib's name. 

Dib emerged, pink dripping from his lips as he licked them clean. "I see why seven was a problem." He held it up- it was about a size and a half as large as a regular egg. "It might be twins, or it might be a regular smeet that's just really big."

"Either way..." Zim started, before he had to catch breath. "Either way, it's ours."

Dib carefully wrapped the egg in a blanket before scooting up next to Zim, kissing his forehead. "It is. You've done well."

Zim preened. He did, and he couldn't ask for anything else.

[skxlls-and-rxses]

Kacchako Fanfic

Dear Devil    

a Kaccako fanfic by a-saltystrawberry

                                         Chapter 1

Uraraka raced through the shrubbery, not understanding exactly where she was headed. All she knew was... heaven was being attacked. A group of jester demons broke through heaven’s gates and started attacking all the angels. She decided then that she hated jester devils, the tiny little things are more trouble than they seem. King Toshinori told her to seek help, Queen Inko of the purgatory realm specifically. She dashed off immediately, determined in this new task, but now she just found herself lost in who knows where. 

Uraraka slowed down, bending over and panting a bit, wishing her wings weren’t quite so large and noticeable. They have always been large, since she was a child. She had a gift for flight, one she never seemed to fully understand. She ripped the bottom off of her long white and gold dress, cropping it to a little bit above her knees. She continued to tear the fabric until she had a bandage sized wrap and used it to patch up her leg, which had started to bleed again. She looked up again, realizing she was completely lost. None of the plants were things she had ever seen before. She turned around and walked around lazily, taking in the garden. Uraraka felt her back hit something and she froze, she slowly turned around.

“Eep!”

She sighed with relief, it was only an armour statue, nothing to be afraid of, until it laid it’s hand on her shoulder.

“Miss,” a commanding voice boomed from the armour. “I’m afraid you should not be here. By the king’s laws I must take you in.”

Uraraka quivered for a moment, not answering, the soldier not moving again also. After a moment, she spoke.

“D-do you have to? I didn’t mean t-to come here” She continued to stare at the soldier’s metal feet, in fear of what she would find if she looked up.

“Afraid so, miss. I apologize in advance, but it is my duty to serve my king.”

Finally, Uraraka worked up the courage to look up and found that the soldier had lifter his mask. Instead of the scary monster she expected, she saw a strong jawed man with blue hair and eyes, and glasses. It was not at all what she had been expecting so she breathed a sigh of relief.

“I am sorry to have frightened you, miss.” The soldier stepped down from his podium, and removed his hand from her shoulder, keeping a hand warily close to his sword though. “My name is Tenya Iida. I am one of the guards posted here in the maze. The guards in the maze remain mostly as statues, unless we catch motion. Then we wake and find out what is happening and if we must protect the king.”

“Oh, wow! I’m Ochako Uraraka by the way.” She smiled, relieved at how polite the guard was.

“Well, Miss Ochako. Will you come with me willingly? Or will I have to use force?” Said the guard, hand resting on his sword and one twitching as if ready to grab her.

Well, I want to know where I am, and I could get useful information by going to see whatever kig rules here so....

“Yes, I’ll come willingly.” Said Uraraka, as she let herself be led away by the clancking guard. Not quite sure of what awaited her.

I really hope you guys liked this first chapter. It took quite a but of effort and time. I like the idea I’m going for right now and hope you guys do too. Please give it a heart if you liked it or want to see more. I am constantly working to improve!

[perspective-series]

Thomas Perspective (9/19)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Unwanted touching, demeaning treatment

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Virgil basically rushed into his apartment, eager to get back to earning Thomas’ trust. Virgil steadied his breathing, trying to look cool and collected despite the fact he had sprinted into the building. 

“Hey, I’m back.” Virgil smirked, coming into the bedroom. However, Virgil’s face fell the moment he noticed the cage door was swung open.

Cursing to himself, Virgil came over to inspect the scene of the crime. Briefly Virgil thought Thomas had escaped on his own, but that wouldn’t make sense. If Thomas could open the door, why did he wait throughout the night?

He’s scared of you. Virgil’s mind reminded him. He had to be sure you wouldn’t stop him.

Virgil winced at his thoughts, trying to come up with any other solution. Thomas had promised to stay a week, right? That had to account for something. Unless Thomas was just as bad as humans.

Speaking of humans...Virgil’s eyes widened, remembering what day it was. Monday. Roman was coming over today for some prop supplies.

Virgil cursed to himself again, trying to remember Roman’s schedule. All he could think about was how scared Thomas must be; Roman wasn’t exactly careful. 

“What time is it?” Virgil muttered to himself, running through his best friend’s schedule as he glanced at his phone for the time. 4:53. So...by now, Roman would be out of class, and heading to rehearsal. Virgil groaned, grabbing his coat and heading back out to his car. He always hated dealing with Roman’s theater friends. The whole group was far too...extra. 

“VIRGIL!” Immediately Virgil was greeted by the worst of these drama kids, Remy. The techie threw his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, making him cringe. “Gurl, where you been?”

“Home.” Virgil said curtly, removing Remy’s arm. “Where’s Roman? I need to speak with him.”

“Roman?” Remy put his arm back, guiding the uncomfortably anxious teen down the hall. “Yeah, he’s down this way. He’s just about to show us something.”

Virgil paled significantly, beginning to sweat with nerves. Remy seemed not to notice, sipping on his frappuccino as he all but shoved Virgil into one of the music rooms. There Roman stood, surrounded by a small crowd of theatre majors.

“And this,” Roman paused for dramatic affect, baiting the audience, “is my rendition of a one-man bohemian rhapsody.” 

Virgil let out a small sigh of relief, realizing Roman was just showing off more of his drama crap. At least Thomas was safe. Well, hopefully safe.

“...Virgil?” All eyes turned to the emo as Roman’s performance paused, the actor frowning at Virgil in confusion. “What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to you.” Virgil said through gritted teeth. Realizing he was indeed in trouble, Roman excused himself from the crowd. 

“What is it?” Roman asked.

“I need to talk to you, alone.” Virgil roughly grabbed Roman’s arm, heading into a classroom at random. He spoke in whispers, knowing some students were probably pressed against the other side of the door, listening. “Where’s Thomas?”

“Thomas?” Roman whispered, looking confused.

“I know you know.” Virgil held his hands together to indicate the borrower’s height. “Thomas.”

“...Oh!” Roman’s eyes widened in realization, and Virgil quickly shushed him.

“Yes, Thomas.” Virgil repeated, getting agitated. “Where is he.” 

“Why, he’s right here.” Roman quickly assured him, reaching for his pocket before feeling it was empty. “...or not.”

“What!” Virgil hissed. 

“Don’t panic!” Roman flinched, already bringing his arms up to protect his face. His mind began to race. “I...I know where he is!” Roman’s eyes widened, realizing that was true.

“Well, where is he?” Virgil demanded.

“I, um…” Roman’s face turned a bright red in embarrassment. “I...may have forgotten him. At school.”

Virgil blinked, his rage taking a moment to manifest itself.

“HOW DO YOU FORGET A PERSON!” Virgil yelled, forgetting the listening ears on the other side of the door. 

“Look, we can talk about my faults later!” Roman backed up a few steps towards the door, chuckling nervously. “Let’s focus on getting Thomas back, alright?” He opened the door, dashing out towards the parking lot. 

“Romaaaan!” Virgil yelled, heading after his friend and ignoring the students who were trying to act inconspicuous around the door frame.

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 It was strange how quiet Logan was being. He was used to humans being all up in his personal space, asking him questions and what not. But Logan was just sitting at his desk, invested in whatever he had up on the computer. Thomas himself was still on the bed, resting like Logan had told him to do.

 ...But wouldn’t this be the perfect opportunity to escape? Logan was distracted, having not even glanced at Thomas for a solid twenty minutes. And he wasn't trapped either. Which probably meant Logan thought he was too injured to do much of anything. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

 Thomas quickly stood up and slid of the pillow before heading towards the side of the bed. Sending another glance towards Logan, just to make sure he was still distracted, he started climbing down the sheets. 

 Unlike when he tried escaping with Virgil or Roman, there was no yell of surprise or thudding footsteps. Thomas was free to run underneath the bed and towards his exit. He grinned as he entered the walls. He was free.

 Now to get packing so he could get the heck out of there.

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It was almost an hour later when Logan’s phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to take a break and eat dinner. Logan stretched out his arms, letting out a small groan. He looked over at the pillow, debating which of his three dietary plans they should follow tonight.

…

“Thomas?”

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 Thomas, as he was packing up to leave the building, realized that he would need at least some food for the long journey. And he was unfortunately out of that. He really didn’t want to go back out in the open but he needed food or he wouldn’t survive the journey. 

 He definitely wasn’t going back to Virgil, Roman, or Logan’s apartment. But there was still one apartment left. Patton’s. If he just went for a quick borrowing, he should be just fine.

 With a plan in mind, Thomas walked until he was at the exit he knew led into Patton’s apartment. Taking a deep breath, he went out into the open, finding himself on the floor in the kitchen. He looked around, but when he didn’t see the human he wasted no time in running towards the counter and flinging his hook up. He started to climb.

Thomas really should have waited. Clearly today was just his unlucky day. There was a trembling in the ground that filled Thomas with dread, unable to do anything but pray he wasn’t spotted as he heard the human coming into the kitchen.

And then Patton gasped, dirty dinner dishes in hand as he took in the sight before him.

 Thomas tensed, stopping mid climb as he heard a loud gasp from behind him. He closed his eyes. Are you serious. 

 Well, Thomas was at a loss of what to do now, hanging there. He could either finish the climb or go back down, but either way it would be all to easy for the human to catch him. Still, he had to try. So, he decided to slide down.

Patton rushed over, tossing his dirty dishes in the sink before crouching down. He grabbed the string in one hand and reached for the creature with the other, pulling the string higher to make the task easier.

 No, no, no! Thomas looked around, seeing that he was being lifted higher as well as seeing the giant hand coming right for him. Not wanting to be grabbed, he pushed himself off of the string and jumped.

“Eep!” Patton let out a startled yelp, quickly going to catch the little guy. Thankfully he was successful, cupping his hands around and bringing it closer to his chest.

 Thomas squirmed in the new pair of hands, tired of being in them. “Let me go!” He yelled before shutting his mouth. He groaned, what was up with him and not being able to keep his stupid mouth shut?

“Y-you can talk!” Patton’s eyes widened, hands fumbling and almost dropping the person in surprise. Patton quickly readjusted his grip, bringing the little guy up to his face so he could see.

 Thomas winced, leaning away as Patton brought him closer. “Um...no I can’t.”

“Yes you can, I heard you!” Patton’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Wow, I can’t believe it! My name’s Patton by the way. I’ve never met a...well, what are you?”

 Thomas sighed, having expected that question after having heard it several times now. “I can’t say...but my name is Thomas.”

“It’s nice to meet ya, Thomas!” Patton reached out, gently shaking Thomas’ arm between his fingertips. Patton marveled at the feeling of tiny fingers atop his own.

 Thomas tensed as Patton took his arm between two fingers. He didn’t dare move, too scared that his arm would be broken or just straight up ripped off. “Yeah, right, but uh, Patton? Could you uh...let me go?” Thomas might as well get straight into it. Besides, Patton might actually listen to him. Out of everyone he watched, he always though Patton would be the one to listen to him.

Unfortunately, Patton seemed too involved in looking at Thomas’ arm to hear his question. 

“You are so cute!” Patton squealed, standing up.

 Thomas blinked, trying to ignore the bad feeling in his stomach. “P-Patton?”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Patton giggled, walking over towards the living room. Once he was sat on the couch Patton felt comfortable enough to twirl Thomas around in his fingers, pausing to feel how soft his hair was.

 Thomas yelped, not liking how he was being manhandled and then tried to duck away from the fingers on his head to no avail. “S-Stop!” He yelled, not able to do much else.

“Aww, it’s okay, little guy!” Patton hugged Thomas to his chest, almost smothering him. “I’ll take good care of you.”

 “W-What? No, no let me go!” Thomas started pushing against Patton’s chest. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you~” Patton gently shushed the little guy, petting his back to help calm him down.

 Patton wasn’t listening to him. That wasn’t good. Out of all of them Thomas thought Patton would have listened to him the most. “P-Please…”

“There we go, that’s it.” Patton kept his voice soft as the struggles seemed to be lessening. “I’m not gonna hurtcha.”

 Thomas stopped and deflated, knowing there was no point in continuing to fight back if it yielded no results. He did believe that Patton wouldn’t hurt him, he had never seemed violent before, but Thomas was worried about something else. 

 Thomas had a feeling Patton saw him as nothing more than a pet. And that...wasn’t good. Thomas kept his head down, trying to keep his tears from falling. He should have never come here.

“Are you tired, lil’ guy?” Patton asked, noticing that Thomas had quieted down. 

 Thomas just shook his head. Well, maybe he was a little tired but he didn’t think he would be able to sleep right now if he tried.

“Hmm.” Patton pursed his lips thoughtfully, gently prying Thomas off his chest so that he could get a better look. “Are you hungry?” After all, the little guy had been in the kitchen.

 Thomas shrugged. He had just had food not to long ago but he could eat. He could at least get food out of this whole situation.

Patton brightened at the response, now excited to cook for this cutie. “Okay!” Patton held Thomas out in front of him, coming back to the kitchen. He cradled Thomas to his chest in one hand, using the other to open the fridge. “What would you like?”

 Thomas winced, shifting in the hand and wishing Patton would just put him down already. “I’m okay with anything.” He said quietly.

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you.” Patton said, pulling out some baby carrots. “So cooperative, it’s nice.”

 Thomas winced at how Patton was speaking to him. Driving home the point that the human saw him as nothing more than a pet. He squirmed some more. “Patton, could you at least put me down?”

“In a minute, kiddo.” Patton answered, closing the door with his elbow and heading back towards his bedroom.

 Thomas went from squirming to straight up struggling once again. He was tired of Patton not listening to him. “Put me down! Please!” 

“Okay, okay!” Patton hurried over to his bed, noticing Thomas getting squirmy again. He set Thomas down on one of the many pillows, holding out a baby carrot for him to grab.

 Thomas sighed, glad to finally be free of Patton’s grip but he flinched when Patton came at him with carrot. Watching Patton warily, Thomas slowly grabbed the the carrot from him and took a bite.

“That’s it, great job kiddo.” Patton looked pleased as he watched Thomas nibble on a carrot, already holding out another one.

 Thomas grit his teeth, hating the tone Patton was using with him. Without thinking much, he threw the carrot at Patton’s face.

“Ah!” Patton gasped, jolting back. His hand raised to where the carrot had hit his cheek. “...ow.” He said softly, more hurt emotionally than physically.

 Thomas froze, realizing what he had just done. He did his best to scoot back on the pillow, looking at Patton with fear.

“Why’d you do that?” Patton’s eyebrows furrowed, leaning forwards.

 Thomas bit his lip, deciding to be truthful. “I don’t like how you’re treating me.” Thomas explained as he leaned back.

“That’s no reason to throw things.” Patton frowned. “We use our words when we’re upset.”

 Thomas winced once again at the tone. “Okay, fine. I don’t like that you’re treating me like a-like a child.” For some reason, Thomas couldn’t bring himself to say pet but his point still stood.

Patton blinked. “I’m sorry kiddo, I’m just trying to be polite.”

 “I-I know. And thank you for the food and all but I’m not much older than you and can take care of myself.” Thomas tried to explain, holding out hope that Patton would understand where the others hadn’t.

“Aww, I’m sure you can.” Patton said reassuringly, bringing a hand over to rub Thomas’ back.

 Thomas tried to push the hand away. “I can.” Why did no one believe him?

“Of course.” Patton cooed, rubbing his hair one last time.

[gaamagirl565]

Matters of the heart Ep 1

Matters of the heart

Book 1 Episode 1

Prologue 

{zoom on a hot air balloon floating in the sky then fade to a sleeping ruddiger; he jumps in surprise when varian swings into frame down next to him by a rope}

Varian: *narration as he moves around working on the balloon* It’s been almost a year since I've seen Corona. A year since I left home. 3 years since I was labeled the traitor of Corona. Since then I’ve been traveling the kingdoms. Finding out more about “magic”. I’ve encountered so many amazing things. Things that science would fail to recognize. I’ve seen so many countries. 

{He flips through a book he has filled with creatures and machines he’s encountered}

Varian: *narration as we see cuts of memories of him fighting villains* nothing has been easy. People still try to threaten the kingdoms. But in order to redeem my name I've fought them all with the power of alchemy and the studies of the great lord Demanitus  A small cult following Zahn tiri has recently risen up. I’ve been following their actions for some time. It seems they want to form a new Zahn tiri somehow and hopefully I can stop them before it’s too late for Corona.

{Ruddiger jumps on his shoulder}

Varian: as far as I’m aware Ruddiger, they need a host to hold Zahn tiri’s power,a vessel if you will. Even then I don’t know how they would force the power into the host. And to be honest I don’t want to think about it... 

{sighs and thunks head}

Varian: OW!... *pulls out an invite from Rapunzel* ugh...the winter ball...I know the cult is heading to Corona for the device blueprints. Heaven knows why. but...I would rather deal with Zahn tiri itself than the Corona nobility.

Ruddiger: *chitters*

Varian: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A COWARD!?

Ruddiger: *chitters*

Varian: HEY! Watch your bloody mouth!

Ruddiger: *hisses*

Varian: yes I know it would mean a lot to the queen, and I could see Dad again, and I could catch the cult in action but..I... auuughh! *leans on the balloon basket and sadly stares at the clouds rolling by*

{Begins song “fight for you”} Varian: Every chance get to prove myself I blow it No matter what I do I’m the “traitor”

Wouldn’t you know it? But even if I never get a thank you I’ll still fight for you Why do they still hate me? I need something to sate me From this growing hole inside! They scream for help and oblige Even if I know my hopes for praise are just a lie But no matter what I go through I’ll continue to fight for you. But you know once in a while If for once someone would show me a smile Perhaps a lady with eyes of a lovely hue Someone I could look to And say I’ll fight for you. {End song}

Varian: *tears up but brushes them away before looking at the invitation Ruddiger then jumps on his shoulder* sigh...well Ruddiger I guess we’re going home huh?

Ruddiger: *chitters happily and running around*

{Varian walks over to a rope in the balloon and pulls it}

Varian: Corona...here I come. 

{cut to Corona castle with Rapunzel in the middle of the Ballroom watching it be set up}

Rapunzel:  Looking good everyone! Careful! Don’t fall off that ladder!

Eugene: there’s my beautiful queen!

{Eugene walks over and smooches her} Eugene: That nausea getting better? Rapunzel: *walks over to pick up a box of decorations* nope! But that doesn’t stop me from being queen!

Eugene: *takes the box from her* look Blondie I know you're excited about the winter ball and everything but should you really be up and about like this?

Rapunzel: Eugene, we talked about this.

Eugene: Yeah I know you still have duties as leader yadda yadda, blah blah. But seriously you need to consider your condition. 

Rapunzel: Eugene this baby isn’t coming for a few months I’m sure I can handle it.

Eugene: I'm never going to win against you am I?

Rapunzel: not a chance.

Eugene: so...Did our “special” guest ever reply? 

Rapunzel: no...I don’t even know if he’ll show up... I get that he’s nervous but...I miss my friend…

Eugene: *cups her cheek* He’ll show...I’m sure of it.

Rapunzel: thank you...Eugene…

{Cut to nighttime at the castle and Varian walking into the ballroom dressed in his best clothes but still with goggles he gets glares from many as he hands his invitation over} Announcer: Announcing Friend of the Queen Mr. V- Varian: *whispering* Wait no sto- Announcer: Mr.Varian!

{The room stops talking and some gasp in horror; He facepalms in annoyance before shoulder checking the announcer and walking into the ballroom} Rapunzel: Varian! Varian: My lady queen...*bows* Rapunzel: Varian we’ve been over this. Just Rapunzel!

Eugene: Varian! There’s my old buddy... Really with the goggles dude? Varian: huh? oh...I must’ve forgot...oops… Rapunzel: That’s alright you look dashing! It’s so good to see you! *hugs* and you know there are many lovely ladies here maybe you’ll oh I don’t know...stick around?

Varian: *sees a hooded man in the background and gasps* y-yes...of course, If you’ll excuse me, Your majesty…. Eugene: ...he’s here for work? Rapunzel: oh yeah… Eugene: Double the guards? Rapunzel: Yup. Eugene: on it.

{He tries to make his way across the ballroom comically bumping into people and things before tripping over a woman's dress and breaking a vase of roses} Estelle: {Runs over} are you alright? Varian: {takes fallen rose and presents it} Flowers m’lady? Estelle: {laughs and helps him up} you’re Varian yes? Varian: Seems my reputation precedes me...Traitor of Corona at your service. Estelle: {laughs} What a witty mouth you have sir, I’m Duchess Estelle. I’ve heard many things about you...Perhaps your feet work as well as your tongue? may I have this dance? Varian: uhhh...*sees the villain in the background* ummm...

Estelle: You CAN dance? can you not?

Varian: *looks at Rapunzel whos nodding* Um...uhhh yes? I think?

Estelle: Wonderful! well then shall we?

Varian: *whimpers and nods taking her hand*

{When she's not looking Varian turns back to look at Rapunzel clearly annoyed}

Varian: *makes a throat slit motion and whispers* I'm going to KILL you!

Rapunzel: *snerk*

{Song “Hello” begins} {VARIAN}

Stepping on the ballroom tile Shall we begin? One look at your eyes and I feel the beguile This strange new feeling is quite hard to pin But with the melodic cello guiding me through I might as well listen to the feeling within And say Hello to you {ESTELLE} Your eyes hold such mystery within them tonight And though the rhythm is mellow Our feet do so take flight And even if look away my cheeks are aglow So why not bestow a friendly hello {BOTH} As we both dance here my heart feels so light It’s as if we’re in a starlit meadow No one else in sight And as the music bids our bodies to flow I must say to you hello {VARIAN} More lovely than a rainbow {ESTELLE} Here in the ballrooms glow {BOTH} hello

{Estelle and Varian stare lovingly at each other before leaning in to kiss; Varian looks up and sees Rapunzel excited then looks at Estelle. at first, he looks heartbroken but then he just scowls and pushes her away before walking off leaving her confused and hurt}

Varian: Of course you’d do that...

Rapunzel: V-Varian? Varian: no offense Rapunzel...but I don’t need a matchmaker or pity {runs in the direction of the villain with Estelle following} Estle: Varian!? wait!....I did not mean to offend you… *she gets a determined look and follows {Varian walks into the room housing the device blueprints} Varian: *throws vial at the Villain*

Noremoth: AUGH! Varian: put it down and we won’t have a problem Noremoth: eh? Who? Wait aren’t you that six-year-old running around and warning us “don’t hurt Corona” or some crap like that? Why don’t you run off to mummy...I’m not about to fight a baby… Varian: S-SIX!? YOU THINK I’M SIX!? YOU SIR DOUBT MY CAUSATION OF NIGHTMARES! If I were you I’d be asking for mercy! Noremoth: PFFFFTTT!!! HAHAHAHA! Oh, sweet mother of the 7 kingdoms, that’s funny! Now here’s what’s going to happen...I’m going to walk out with these blueprints...and you’re going to let me… {Varian takes out his sword}

Noremoth: wrong choice! HAHAHA! *grabs him and throws him*

Varian: ugh why do we always have problems?

Noremoth: *goes to swing a sword at him* Varian: *stops it with his own sword*

{They struggle for a few seconds before a vase is smashed on Noremoth’s head} Varian: What the-!? *sees Estelle*

{Noremoth grabs the device blueprints and makes a portal with a wave of his glove and escapes}

Varian: NO!!....

Estelle: What just happened? Varian: They got the blueprints...Why are you here!? What did you think you were doing!? I don’t need some precious pampered duchess helping me! Estelle: well that's debatable. 

Varian: What do you want from me? Following me like a lost puppy. I don’t need your pity! *runs out* Estelle: What Pity!? V-Varian UGHH! *follows* {Cut to Varian running outside in the dead of night} Varian: Their glove portals can only go so far...where are you….* he scans the area outside and sees a glow from the Royal gardens* THERE! {Varian runs for the gardens; Estelle follows him} Estelle: Wait! Is this not a job for the royal guards!? *she trips and falls* AUGH! Blast these shoes! *she throws her heels off and runs after him* {Noremoth meets up with 4 others in the garden.} Noremoth: I got the blueprints for the device...

Cult member 2: Excellent! Let us retreat before- Varian: Before me? *cocky smile* Yeah I don’t think SOO-AHHH!

{Varian falls to the ground as Estelle has tripped onto him}

Estelle: oh i’m sorry! My dress is quite long. Not for running… Cult member 2: is this a joke? Because this is ridiculous Varian: *gets up* the only thing that will be ridiculous is your defeat... *he takes out his sword* Estelle: Eep! *moves out of the way as the fighting starts* {Varian holds his own against all 4. He even kills one leaving only three members now and kicks the body to the side. But one knocks him down. His ponytail comes out and his long hair falls on his shoulders} Varian: AUGH! Estelle: *gasps* ohh what am I doing!?...*looks around and sees the dead cult members sword* ….today is just not my day! {Estelle rips her dress so it’s shorter and grabs the sword; As a cult member prepares to stab Varian from behind Estelle swoops in and deflects the attack*

Varian: What the f-Have you ever fought before!? Estelle: to be honest dear sir no I have not! Varian: OH GREAT!

{ the fighting continues for a few more seconds before Estelle swings the sword cutting off a cult members arm} Cult member 3: AUUUGHH! Estelle: I just cut off a man’s arm! I feel unwell! Varian: Please don’t vomit! {Estelle is punched to the ground by a Noremoth} Estelle: AHH! Varian: Don’t you know it’s rude to hit a lady!? Noremoth:  you’ll pay for what you’ve done to us Varian! We’ll be back! thanks for the blueprints! {They Escape through a portal} Estelle: *moans as she gets up* Varian: Easy! Catch your breath...Are you alright m’lady? Estelle: Yes...some hot brandy and I’ll be right as rain… Varian: *is suddenly angry* I told you I don’t need your pity! You could’ve gotten killed just now! Estelle: And if it weren’t for me you would have been dead! Varian: I was handling it! Do you know what the kingdom would have done had you died!? Oh, that’d be a field day for me! Estelle: You fopdoodle! Your head is bleeding and you call that handling it!? Varian: At least I was actually fighting you were swinging the sword about like it was a tree branch! You dew-beater! Estelle: your tongue may be sharp but this rock it sharper! Hyah! *throws rock and it bounces off his chest and back at her face* OW! Varian: HAHAHA! Estelle: oh bleeding heck...oww..oh yuck it up you…*snerk* you idiot..haha {They both laugh together} Estelle:...I’m sorry that I got your blueprints stolen… Varian: it’s alright...I’ll get them next time...you know normally I dread coming to corona...everyone normally hates to see me...ya know since I'm a “traitor” but...despite everything ...tonight was fun…

{Estelle smiles but Varian frowns and sighs} Varian: well I best be off… Estelle: T-to where? Varian: anywhere but here...sorry...but there is no place for me in Corona...not anymore...Lovely meeting you Duchess Estelle. *bows* {he goes to leave} Estelle...Wait!...we could make a place for you! Varian: huh? Estelle: Corona may feel small but it doesn’t have too! There is always a place for someone! No matter their past! I know you may not believe me, Matters of the heart such as friendship, love and regret are hard to understand but...If I may...Perhaps I could help you!..

Varian: You...want to be a friend of mine? Estelle: If you’d stay!...please dear sir? I’d hate you see you go all alone. Varian…..*grins* alright...I haven’t seen my old lab in a while...why not? Estelle: we have an accord then sir? *holds out hand* Varian:....deal… {they shake hands}

{begin the flashes of them together through the years}

{flash one}

{Estelle sits with him in his lab as he prepares to combine chemicals}

Estelle: is this a good idea?

Varian: I don't know but alchemy is always an-

{it explodes in his face making Estelle jump and fall off her chair}

Varian:...adventure...

Estelle: Oh my God are you okay!? {laughing}

{end flash one begin flash two}

{Estelle walks in with a fake sword in her gut} Estelle: Varian...I...Please...hel...p..me Varian: ESTELLE! Oh my lor- *gags at blood* oh lord the blood...S-stay with me Estelle..You’re gonna live! You-

Estelle: *laughs* got you! *holds up fake sword while Varian has an ‘are you serious?’ face*

{end flash two begin flash three}

{Estelle is reading a book but sets it down}

Estelle: Varian do you Believe in love?

Varian: Oh! Umm..well Scientifically as an emotion yes! There are many examples of love, platonic, familial, romant-!?

{Estelle kisses him and then they stare at each other}

Varian: Feel anything?

Estelle: Nope!

Varian: Good me neither! 

{end flash three begin flash four} {Varian hands her a box} Varian: it’s a gift… Estelle: a gift? For moi? Varian: you bet… {Estelle pulls out a lovely peasant dress and gasps Varian: it’s not much but I figured it would make you look less out of place when in Old Corona...Sorry i know it’s not the silk you’re used to but- Estelle: Varian it’s perfect! Varian: Really!? Estelle: are you serious!? No crinoline, no tight corset, soft cotton!? It’s perfect! {she jumps on him in a hug} Estelle: oh! Um… right...sorry.. Varian: heh...yeah...it’s..all good… {fourth flash ends; fifth begins}

{Estelle is told she is to marry the duke in front of a crowd. She looks distraught}

Varian: {gets a determined look and he runs to his lab; shows him working on something}

{estelle gets a note telling her to meet him at the orchard; when she arrives jars with fireflies hang from the branches and Varian sits by a picnic blanket}

Estelle: Varian what is th-?

Varian: Estelle...you are a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman that any man would be lucky to have. I know you're scared but I want you to know you don’t have to be. I’ll be here for you. Forever and always… *gets on one knee* I know you have to marry this duke but...I hope  if you could have me....Would you marry me? *opens the box to reveal an opal necklace*

Estelle: *crying happily* Yes!... Yes, I will! 

{they kiss and then it cuts to Estelle marrying the duke in a grand ceremony. Cut to Estelle and Varian at night in front of the lake wearing simple clothes. Varian puts the opal on her neck and she gives him a sunstone necklace. They then kiss and Ruddiger on a branch above them drops flower petals on them}

Estelle: Ah! Haha! Varian: Ruddiger!...

{cut to later in the year at night and the streets of Old Corona are lit and a band is playing with people dancing in the street; Varian dances happily with Estelle and they’re happily laughing; Estelle trips on her feet but Varian catches her and holds her} Estelle:....I love you… Varian: *visibly surprised but then softly smiles*....I love you too...

{cut to Estelle looking nervous standing in Varians arms with Varian clearly upset and holding Estelle close}

Varian: any normal couple would be happy...but we aren’t normal...are we?

Estelle: *crying* I’m afraid not.

Varian: you’re of noble blood…a noble house…I’m the traitor of Corona. Estelle, our child deserves so much more than me. *strokes her cheek*

Estelle: Varian! You are the man I love...But I understand...Please forgive me for this...

Varian: there is nothing to forgive...I’ll always be here...You know that don’t you?

Estelle: *sobs* Yes of course I do...and I will always love you...forever. 

Varian: *bends down to her stomach* I love you too...both of you...I don’t even know them and yet I love them...

Estelle: our baby….

Varian:…hey there...you be good for your mother okay? You may not know who I am in life but...I will know who you are. You’re my kid...and I will always be there for you. I’ll always protect and love you...even from afar. I promise. 

Estelle:…I love you…I always will. goodbye…Varian…

{she leaves crying as Varian collapses to his knees; Cuts to Varian sadly standing out in the snow watching the sunrise}

Eugene: Hey, there he is! man of the hour!”

Varian: huh? Oh, My king welcome to old Corona.. what do you mean ‘Man of the hour’?”

Eugene: aw come on Ver’…The duchess Estelle..she had her little bundle of joy last night.”

Varian: What!?… Is she okay!? how is she!? and the Baby!?

Eugene: whoa easy there! don’t blow a gasket! she’s fine and the little guy is pretty cute too!”

Varian: wait…little..guy? it’s..It’s a boy?”

Eugene: yup all snip and snails and puppy dog tails..

{Varian cries a bit}

Eugene: we getting emotional daddy-o?

Varian: h-how do you know?

Eugene: blondie told me months ago. after you uh…broke it off with the Duchess..

Varian: It was to protect her reputation…plus she’s married…

Eugene: Yeah, I know…she named the kid Isaiah…kinda old-timey..

Varian: better than Eugene.”

Eugene: ah-…touche…oh but kid…Congrats…

{Cut to baby Isaiah sleeping in his crib}

Varian: Yeah...thanks.. {END CREDITS}

[avanalae]

Darkfic Saga Installment 9

The 9th installment of my old Darkfic Saga! It’s only been, like, five years. :| I hope you’ll all forgive me. 

And to those who aren’t familiar with this series, please be wary as this is pretty much my series where I abuse the heck out of the characters that I love. Mostly Tim. Most all of them are pretty darn dark. 

You can find the rest of the series on AO3. I started it on Dreamwidth and Livejournal aaaages ago. I uploaded everything to AO3 in one story right HERE, but the previous installment is on tumblr right HERE.

Enjoy!

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Title: The End of my Lover Fandom: DCU Pairing: Jason/? (written with Tim in mind but is open) Rating: T Warnings: Insanity, Implied Death or Major Injury, Blood Prompt: Madness (Darkfic 056)

Jason doesn’t remember much from his brief episodes of insanity. It’s a leftover from the pit, of course, these episodes. They’ve been getting shorter with longer periods of time between them, but they terrify him.

He has every right to be terrified.

During one of his episodes, he’d… Jason blinks back the tears. He can’t even think it. All that he can see behind his eyelids is that scene he woke up to.

Blood, blood everywhere, staining their bed and covering his lover’s body. His eyes were closed, and Jason’s heart felt like it had stopped in his chest as he stared.

He reached out to touch him and flinched back when he saw it.

Covered in blood.

Hoarsely he muttered his lover’s name.

There was no response.

The madness returned.

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Title: Pretty Please Fandom: DCU Pairing: Slade/Tim Rating: Explicit Warnings: Non-Con/Rape Prompt: Please (Darkfic 057) 

“P-Pl…” he gasps, cutting himself off from finishing the word.

The pace slows, still hard enough to jerk his body with every thrust, but it drags and he whines. “No…!”

A deep chuckle rattles him and he tries to thrash but is held down easily. “Down, little bird. Just say it.”

Tim shakes his head frantically and tries to free himself, only making the man laugh again. He thrusts hard making him choke and nearly bite his tongue.

“Careful there, little bird,” he traps both hands in one of his massive ones. The other gleefully explores the small body beneath him. “Now, just say the word and we can get this over with. But, by all means,” he thrusts again and draws out a little whine before leaning over him and mutters against bitten lips, “take your time.”

Tim surges up and attempts to bite those lips but he backs off with a bark of laughter. Tim grunts at the movement and groans, “Slade, no…!”

“Mm. Slade, yes.” He twists one of Tim’s nipples harshly and Tim wails. “Go ahead, little bird. Just say please.”

A fresh bout of tears spill from Tim’s eyes and Slade wipes them away in a gesture of mock kindness. “Just say the word and I’ll end this,” his free hand brushes ever so lightly against Tim’s groin and Tim flinches with a whine.

“N-No!”

Slade smirks, “Then be ready for a long night.”

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 Title: Come Play with Me Fandom: DCU Pairing: Jason/Tim Rating: T Warnings: Implied Drugging, Dark Implications Prompt: Mask (Darkfic 058) 

The slim body sidles up to him, fitting ever-so-nicely against him. Chest to chest slender arms come up to wrap around his neck and he leans in, noses brushing.

“Jay,” Tim drawls, “What are you doing here?” One hand caresses his cheek, thumb skimming along the edge of his mask.

Jason growls, “You’re drugged, birdie. I’m taking you home.”

“Oh, truly? Mm,” Tim pulls him down closer by his neck and nuzzles him, “What will you do to me there?”

Jason tries to push him away but Tim rolls with the movements. There must be something wrong with him, too, because he can’t bring himself to be rough with the man. “Red Robin, you need to stop.”

Tim sighs and rubs against him, “Will you make me?”

“Red-” Jason groans and finally manages to push him away, though likely only because Tim let him. “Come on. We need to get whatever is drugging you tested and get an antidote ready.”

“Mm,” Tim sighs and stretches, “Won’t you play with me? Please?”

“No, Red, I don’t even know what you were drugged with.” Jason huffs and then grunts as Tim moves and knocks him out with a swift jab.

Tim smiles at the passed-out form of the bigger man, “You should have just said yes, Jaybird.”

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 Title: Burn, Baby, Burn Fandom: DCU Pairing: Ra’sTim Rating: T Warnings: Death, Fire, Burning cities, Destruction Prompt: Destruction (Darkfic 059) 

Ra’s brushes a few kisses along Tim’s temple, arms wrapped around the man sitting between his legs. Tim hums contentedly and continues to run his thumbs across Ra’s’ knuckles.

His kisses trail down to his neck and Tim sighs, tilting his head just so to invite the ministrations.

Ra’s takes the opportunity and continues to explore his lover with his lips, inhibited only by the clothes he wears. The neck of his shirt is wide, however, so he has plenty of skin to adore. And adore he does.

Tim turns his head in a plea for a kiss and receives one, a lingering thing that makes him sigh. Ra’s smiles into it and Tim licks those tempting lips.

“Come now, Timothy, I thought you would desire to view the scenery.”

Tim grumbles but does look out at the skyline.

The sky is red and black, filled with smoke and the reflections of flames. Flickers of flame are scattered around, bright red and orange, giving off a glow.

The city is burning.

The sounds of screams are distant, but audible and Tim closes his eyes. He can’t feel the heat of the flames from this distance, but he likes to imagine he can.

Eventually Tim huffs, “I do very much enjoy the sights, but I can imagine a better way to spend our time.” He rolls his hips back into Ra’s’ groin and leans back fully, dropping most of his weight onto the older man.

Ra’s chuckles and his hands slip down to spread Tim’s thighs atop his own. One hand squeezes his inner thigh and the other grabs one of Tim’s pecs, caressing firmly. Tim groans, pleased, and drags his nails along his lover’s arms.

Sirens wail in the distance and Ra’s nips at Tim’s neck.

People scream and Tim moans.

Chaos reigns and their kings kiss with a ferocity that is second nature to them.

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 Title: Venom Fandom: DCU Pairing: None Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Implied murder Prompt: Poisonous (Darkfic 060)

Tim knows what’s wrong with him. He’s never not known. And he doesn’t consider it to be something wrong with him, either. It’s just a part of him.

He’s venomous. It’s easily controlled now, but he can still slip.

It’s always an accident, he would swear if anyone knew it was him.

Mother was both venomous and poisonous, but he is glad he isn’t, as it would make getting all those injuries a terrible inconvenience. Not only that but he’d be outed rather quickly as something abnormal.

Mother taught him all the ways to use his venom and he collected it on a regular basis to run tests on and for… other reasons. He always keeps a vial on him with a small injector.

Just in case.

Tim stares down at the unconscious criminal before him. Not one of the supervillains, for sure, but he apparently aspires to be one. Now then, whether or not to nip the problem in the bud.

He draws out the vial and swirls it.

Whether or not to waste a bit of himself on such trash.

These are the tough decisions he must make.

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Title: By the Light of the Moon Fandom: DCU Pairing: Jason/Tim Rating: M Warnings: Werewolves, beastiality, rape Prompt: Feral (Darkfic 061) 

“J-Jay, Jaybird, hey,” Tim is on his knees in the best submissive position he can manage, “Hey, it’s me, Tim. Jason it’s Tim.”

The beast before him growls right in his face, long muzzle scrunched up to bare wicked-looking teeth. But praises be, he snuffs and sniffs and seems to recognize Tim on some level. His nose tucks into Tim’s armpit and then his hips, rubbing his groin which startles Tim.

The jerky motion brings a growl from Jason, this werewolf before him, and he stills.

But the next thing he knows he’s being pushed onto his back and large paw-like hands are holding his wrists down. “Jay- What are yo- eep!”

Jason tears off Tim’s pants in one swift motion with his jaws, ripping the fabric beyond all hope.

“Jason-!” He licks a broad stripe along Tim’s groin and stomach, making Tim yelp. “Oh no oh no, Jay, please-”

But the pleas fall on deaf ears as Jason takes position to mount him. Tim’s panic is blatant, but his struggles mean nothing against a 400-pound beast.

His scream echoes among the trees as Jason takes him.

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Title: In the Night Fandom: DCU Pairing: Bruce/Tim Rating: M Warnings: Underage, Masturbation, Rutting Prompt: Shadow (Darkfic 062)

Bruce is always there, even if not physically. He’s always watching and always present, just like a shadow. He stalks and prowls and sees everything.

Tim knows this, but he can’t help it. He’s a healthy young teenager with an active sex drive.

So when he masturbates, he makes sure the cameras have the best view, no matter what he’s doing. Whether he’s pulling himself off to a release or fingering himself or playing with one of the many toys he’s gotten, he angles himself just right.

And it all comes to a head one night after patrol. He’s terribly horny and he’s rushing through clean-up so he can run up to his room and have a quick release when he’s stopped by Bruce. He draws him into conversation about their patrol all the while eyeing him, so Tim has no doubts that he’s doing this on purpose.

Feeling bold, Tim steps into Bruce’s space. He backs up until he’s sitting in the chair at the computer and Tim climbs onto his lap. Bruce’s stare is passive, but his eyes are burning so Tim grinds against his stomach. His moan is loud and echoes in the cave and suddenly he’s shy, covering his mouth with one hand.

But Bruce’s large hands grab his hips and pull him into thrusts. Tim gasps and starts following the rhythm, moaning louder and louder as his hands come away from his mouth to grab at Bruce’s shoulders.

He comes hard, his thrusts stuttering against Bruce’s toned stomach and he whines.

Tim eventually manages to open his eyes and he sees Bruce’s pants fighting against his own erection and-

He swallows. Bruce must be huge.

But something lights in his stomach, even after his orgasm, and he looks up to see Bruce staring him down.

Maybe just this once…

[serenity-writes]

A Gift of Pleasure (Scandal in the Spotlight) NSFW

Kyohei’s got a very special present for you. You think it’s just an innocent pair of underwear. He’s got a tiny remote that says otherwise. Let the sexiest Revance singer tease and please you.

“Just wear them. Come on…” Kyohei has that gleam in his eyes, the one that promises he’s up to no good. But he’s currently pairing it with his trademark Sir Kyo smile, a deadly combination that he knows you're never able to resist, even after being together for nearly two years. Tease.

You bit down on your bottom lip, considering the lacy fabric he’s currently holding. Kyohei makes it a point to dangle it in front of you, as if trying to seduce you with the underwear. “I got them for you. You might as well use them.”

His insistence is getting a little suspicious. “Why do you want me to wear them so badly?” You ask, but know that he’s too smart to answer. “We have to go, or we’ll be late for the shoot.” Revance is filming a talk show today. Everyone else had already filtered out of the house into the car; you’re the only ones left.

“Let me put it this way, babe. I want to be sitting on the filming couch, thinking about how my woman is wearing something I bought for her. I want to be thinking about how they’re touching your skin with your every move…” He draws closer, moving until his lips are right next to your ear. “Do this for me, please?” His words drip with sex, sounding just like he does when he whispers words of love while you make love. Uh oh. Your cheeks flush with heat as soon as the memories hit your mind. It’s too dangerous to be thinking of things like that; you don’t have the time.

“Fine!” You agree, perhaps a little hastily, only really thinking of getting to the shoot. “I’ll wear them.”

“That’s my girl.” He grins, tossing a hand through his hair. “I’ll go first.” He winks and exits your room.

Two minutes later, you climb into the car, feeling a little frazzled from Kyohei’s earlier seduction. He sits across from you, looking perfectly calm. Evil.

“Finally! Jeez, you’re going to make us late!” Nagito teases, running a hand through his relaxed blonde hair. “Were you up to no good with Kyo?” Now he’s the one that has the perverted look on his face.

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” Iori replies. “Somehow, you’re the one on time today, Nagi.”

“It happens sometimes.” Nagito’s cheeky smile hangs on his lips.

Takashi sits beside Nagi, humming a low tune to himself as he drowns out all other noise with his earphones. Kota’s absorbed into his handheld gaming console, no doubt blasting away extra-terrestrial monsters or something of the sort. You make it a point to ignore Kyohei’s gaze as payback for his earlier teasing. Instead, you pull out the schedule for the rest of the week, making sure to memorize what needs to be done. And once you reach the venue, it’s all business between you two – true professionals.

You don’t get a chance to relax from the moment you arrive, but it’s something you’re long used to. The boys have to get into makeup, into costumes, into equipment testing… The work never really ends. Finally, you get to take a breather when the show begins. You take your usual place in the back near the cameras. You take a sip of water from a little plastic cup, watching as the band settles into the huge talk-show couch, facing their host, world-famous Ellie. They’re halfway through the program, and everything’s progressing smoothly.

You can’t help but stare at Kyohei. He looks damn good any day of the week, but there’s something mischievous about his features today that has your eyes glued to him. The rest of the boys might as well not be there in your mind; all you can see is your boyfriend, grinning and joking along. It’s that magnetic attitude that drew you towards him in the first place.

“So, Kota!” Ellie’s moved off Kyohei, focusing on the cat-eyed member beside him. The cameras follow accordingly.

Kyohei’s aware of how the shoots work, having been in the industry for so long. You watch as his hand slips smoothly into his pocket. Hmm, but why? You watch in confusion as he turns his gaze slowly in your direction, and your eyes meet. Then you feel it.

It’s quiet and subtle, but you can feel it. The vibration in your crotch is insistent, though it remains weak. To your surprise, it feels… good. But in such a place? You know very well these feelings are inappropriate for such a venue. Your eyes widen in surprise as you try to convey “what the heck!” to Kyohei with your stare. His response is an infuriating smirk.

“Stop it!” You try to mouth, but his hand never leaves his pocket. You actually feel the vibration move up a notch. “Hey!” But now your mind is wandering. You imagine Kyohei’s hand on the little toy, massaging it on your clit as he plants sweet kisses all over your skin. Ahh, no! You shake your head, trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. You watch Kyohei barely hold back his laughter at the sight.

“Hmph.” You twist your lips into a pout. If he won’t stop it, then you’ll just take the panties off. Going underwearless wasn’t ideal, but it was the better option at the moment. You turn, about to leave, when an assistant rushes up to you, looking frazzled. You recognize her as one of the new hires, one who’s still getting the hang of things.

“Miss!” She begins in a hushed tone, but you can tell she’s panicking. “We just had a cancellation for tomorrow for the music video shoot, and the advertisement group wants to move up the time. What should we do? And the other group…” There’s no way you can leave now. You grit your teeth as you force yourself to listen to her and ignore the drumming vibrations down below.

After what feels like an eternity, the schedule is finally sorted out. You breathe a sigh as you whirl around to send Kyohei one more glare before turning on your heel. You miss seeing that Kyohei’s fingers twitch in his pocket, pushing the up button on his magic remote, but you definitely feel it.

“Eep!” You let out a surprised yelp as the sensation grows trifold. Oh God, it feels way too good. And the knowledge that Kyohei is fingering the remote in his pocket, toying with you, isn’t helping one bit. Heat surges to your face as you squeeze your legs together, completely aware of the dampness between your legs.

“Are you okay?” A nearby staff member peers at you, delaying your escape. “You look kind of flushed.”

“I’m, uh, fine!” You manage to say, along with a weak smile. You can’t exactly tell him you want to wrench Kyohei off the show right now and push your lips to his.

“Why don’t you sit down?” He gestures to the nearby couch.

“Noo, it’s okay, I really—”

“Don’t worry, nothing’s going to go wrong. Just take a break!”

Damn my habit of working too hard, you think to yourself. This stage manager is used to making sure you slow down and take a breather. You’re shepherded into the seat. You cross your legs as soon as you’re down, trying to supress the vibrations that only seem to grow. Help, you think desperately as you glare at his perfectly composed, stupidly gorgeous face.

After what feels like an eternity, the show ends. “Great job, everyone!” The quietness of set bubbles up as staff members begin to pack and debrief.

“Fantastic show. We’d love to have you back on again.” The show host shoots them her most brilliant grin.

“Thank you for having us!” Iori says, his face alight in his prince mode.

“Anything for you,” Nagito chimes in as he puts a familiar hand on the host’s shoulder. His smile grows even wider when he notices her blush.

“Hopefully we’ll have a new song we can debut next time.” Takashi cuts Nagito off before he can do anything more. “We have to go change now.”

Nagito is wrenched away from the crestfallen host. You’re grateful for the distraction as you stand up. The vibration is easier to ignore when you’re in motion. You begin to follow the boys, going over the schedule again. Nagi and Takashi have a variety show to film, Kota has to meet about his upcoming movie, and Iori has an advertisement gig. That leaves… Kyohei with nothing. Just as you lift your head to gaze at him, you find that your eyes meet.

Then Kyohei grabs your arm and has yanked you into a nearby, empty change room. He’s turned the panties off; he intends to be the one to please you now.

You whirl around to face him but find your back pushed against the wall as his lips capture yours. His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he devours you, tongue lapping at yours while his eager fingers lift your skirt. Then his fingers are at your heat, drowning in your arousal as he smirks at the wetness he finds there.

“It’s your fault,” you gasp, but can’t really complain when he circles your clit, using only one expert finger to rub. Pleasure is heady in your system and you can do nothing but cling to him, the manly scent of him your comfort and aphrodisiac.

He nuzzles into your neck, sucking hard on the skin to leave color blooming. “I know.” Normally he would take his time, but he’s been fighting instincts too. Watching your face change with each tick upwards of the remote… Knowing just how much you must have been craving his cock… No man on earth could resist such a thing.

“Kyo—” He cuts you off with another desperate kiss, and you give in. You let him hook your legs around his waist as he rips the panties off you; just as well, for they’ve served their purpose. The back of your head is pressed against the wall as he shoves his cock against your heat, wetting himself between your folds.

“Fuck, I need you,” he breathes out, a second before you feel him push inside. Ohhhh… The frantic moan is from both of your mouths. That familiar stretch is every bit as sinful as the first time. Nothing can compare to his cock, truly. Nothing can be as filling, as satisfying and frustrating. You pull him in, wanting him up against the deepest part of you, so you can give him everything. Deliberately, he grinds himself over your clit, wanting to hear you sing with desire.

“I need you too,” you gasp, giving him what he so desires as he fucks you against the wall, powerful arms supporting your legs. You choke down the moans that bubble up, for fear of being heard. Instead, you breathe them out beside his ear as he shudders in response.

“You have no idea—I wanted to just fuck you right there in the studio.” Each stroke of his cock leaves you aching for more. You’re careful not to leave marks on his body, but you want to dig your nails into him to hold him closer. He’s merciless, yet still somehow gentle as he slams himself into you, hilted to his very base. “You’re so damn sexy.” His guttural growl has you losing your mind, exploding into the climax he sends you into with that quick pace he knows is your weakness.

Damn, you love this man. You respond in kind, the rapid tightening of your sex dragging into him over his own peak, crashing down in the carnal of ways as he gives his last desperate thrusts, spilling every ounce of his fever into you. All you can do is cling, lost to the moment as he lavishes kisses upon your skin.

When sanity returns to you, it occurs that you may have been a tad too loud. But seeing the fat smirk that sits upon his face, maybe you don’t mind that. “Don’t ever do that again,” you say as you poke his nose.

“Didn’t you enjoy it, babe?” He hugs you close, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

“That’s not the point.”

“Fine.” He acquiesces, lifting up to carry you to the counter, where he begins to tug at the straps of your dress. “No panties.” He nibbles a trail down your chest, his tongue circling a taut nipple as his hands trail down to your heat. “I’ll just use my fingers instead.”

This was sitting in my WIPs for a long time and I never even noticed oops. I’ve always liked the concept of vibrating panties haha... This scenario just struck me. I hope you enjoyed~

Masterlist ♡

[tickles-tea]

The Information Brokers Best Piece of Info

Submitted by @sheridandwyer

Izaya Orihara is an information broker, meaning he knows just about everything about everyone in the city of Ikebukuro, Japan. He very much enjoys analyzing Human behavior and almost acts as a God in the way he plays with other people in the city. He pins gangs against one another and causes all kinds of mischief. He hates Shizuo or as he calls him Shizu-chan because of his nearly inhumane strength. He refers and thinks of him as a Monster rather than a Human being. He tends to tease others often and relishes in their reactions.

 Shizuo Heiwajima is the readers older brother along with Kasuka who’s an actor. He has immense strength and is always getting into fights, especially with Izaya. He’s informed Sheridan of Izaya’s appearance but not name, and told her to run if she sees him for her safety.

 (Y/N) Heiwajima is quiet, and doesn’t have a huge amount of friends but she’s happy with the ones she does have. She’s been very sad lately but has been hiding it from everyone around her. She enjoys being tickled but would never tell anyone that.

 Izaya Orihara x Reader

The Information Brokers Best Piece of Info

Summary: (Y/N) was Shizuo’s little sister. She had no idea about Izaya until one fateful day when she went out to get groceries for him and herself. The last thing she expected was to be kidnapped and tormented by a guy she didn’t even know…

(Y/N) was a simple girl; she didn’t have many friends and she was very reserved. She only ever spoke when spoken to and was always very polite to those who did. Her brothers were the only two people she really cared about, even though, she didn’t see Kasuka as much anymore. However, Shizuo had always stayed by her side. He took care of her and protected her, and for that, she was thankful.

Although he had always told her that if a man with black hair, red eyes, and was wearing a coat with fur on it approached her, she had to run. It was an odd request, but she complied, despite the fact she never did see anyone by that description. She just assumed he was a part of some sort of gang that he wanted her to not be a part of. She shook her head, reminding herself of her task. “Hey! Shi-Shi! All we need is milk, eggs and bread right?” Her brother called back with a simple agreeance and with that, she was off. She made sure she had her key and walked outside into the rambunctious city of Ikebukuro.

She began walking towards the store and as she did, she thought and looked at the sidewalk while biting her lip, one of the many nervous tics she had. ‘I wonder what’s been up with Shizuo lately…he’s become so much more angry than usual. It’s probably that man I hear him muttering about under his breath all the time.’ “I wish he’d just stay away from Shi-Shi…” She muttered aloud accidentally.

“Shi-Shi, hm? I’ll have to keep that one in mind for our next meeting~”

She gasped as a taunting male voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up in immediate surprise to see a black haired male with red eyes, wearing a…

Her eyes widened. A coat with fur.

 SHIT. She swallowed hard and immediately backed away a step. “W-What do you want!?! Who are you? Shizuo warned me about you! You’d b-b-better- ah!” She squealed in surprise as he approached, faster than she could have expected and grabbed her left wrist.

Izaya grinned, his eyes filled with mischief as he pulled her towards him easily. “Oh, he has, has he? But, I see he’s neglected to tell you my name.” He leaned forward to breathe into her ear, relishing in her deeply flustered reactions. “Mm…you smell simply divine, Miss (Y/N). My name is Izaya Orihara. It’s a true delight to meet you. Let us go somewhere a smidge more…private, yes?” The next thing she knew, he had begun dragging her before she could respond.

She was panicking. Holy crap, Shizuo was going to kill her. Even so, she didn’t know what to do! How did this freak know her name?! God, she was terrified. All too soon, he was pulling her into (what she could only guess was) his home. He finally released her as he gently pushed her further inside, her heart rate skyrocketing as she heard the click of the lock.

“W-What are you planning? I want to go home,” She ordered, trying to sound authoritative, undeterred by the fact that she was trembling.

Izaya grinned at the frightened girl, leaning against the door as he propped his knee up against it. “God, you’re nothing like Shizuo, are you, (Y/N)? You’re shy…and nervous…nearly constantly, constantly fidgeting, and biting your lip… and…” He smirked and pointed at her. “…you’re biting your nails?” He 'tsked’ tauntingly. “You really should stop that, you know. It’s not healthy. But, then again, you don’t really care about being healthy, do you? All you care about is others. You truly are pathetic little one. Shame you didn’t take after your brother. Although, I must admit I’m glad for it. It’ll make toying with you that much more fun~” He laughed quietly under his breath as he pushed off from the door and stalked towards her, looming ever closer.

She whimpered quietly, backing away from him again only to have him charge at her suddenly, leading her to fall on something soft. She barely had time to register that she had fallen onto a bed before he was on her. He had no trouble pinning her wrists above her head and while she was anxious, she only really panicked when he pulled the sheets around her into a knot at her wrists, restraining her.

“Ah!” (Y/N) pulled frantically at the tight, but soft sheets, trying to escape them to no avail. Now thoroughly frenzied, she let her building fear out as tears, burning her eyes although she refused to let them fall. “D-Damnit! Izaya, let me go! Please! Why are you doing this to me!? I don’t even know you! What-!” She blinked away her tears as her voice quieted in meek submission, not wanting to anger him. “What are you going to do to me?”

Izaya couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing relishing in her terror. “Hahaha! My dear, you should know something before I begin. I’m what’s called an information broker. I find information on whomever I please and I just happened across the juiciest tidbit of information on you.” She swallowed hard at this revelation and bit her lip nervously, wishing her hands were free so she could bite her nails.

Izaya smirked dangerously as he whipped out his knife, leering at her as he sliced upwards with ease. She cried out and slammed her eyes shut. Tentatively, she opened her eyes and shivered as she realized he had cut off the large hoodie she had borrowed from Shizuo. “W-What…?” She breathed confused.

Izaya didn’t waste much more time. He leaned forward and blew into her ear playfully giggling to himself as she squealed and flinched noticeably. “Eep!”

“Y'know…I was going to ask if you were ticklish…but I guess that answers that question doesn’t it? I must say, when I found out such a supposedly innocent thing made you hot and bothered I was intrigued. Especially when I realized what an innocent little flower you were yourself…”  

She stiffened instantly when she brought up her kink and instantly shook her head. “N-No! You’re w-w-wrong you freak! Why would you ever think something like that?! Let me go, right now!” She shouted, finally turning defensive and hiding her insecurity and fear with false fury.

Izaya snickered. “How cute. But, you can’t fool me.” He mocked her as he turned around only to tie her ankles apart from one another for more easy access to her feet. He turned around and smirked sadistically with an evil glint in his blood red eyes. “So~” He all but purred. “Where shall I start?”

(Y/N) shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading with him as her tone turned desperate. “P-Please, Izaya, nowhere! Don’t do this! Anything but this! I-I hate being tickled!” She blurted out the lie only for him to begin laughing at her again.

“Jesus (Y/N), you really are a sucky liar you know that? Come on! Give it up! You know what? I’ll just have to make you, won’t I, princess~?” He gave a feral grin and then attacked mercilessly, immediately assaulting her vulnerable underarms, which her t-shirt did little to protect. He wiggled his fingers fast in a spidering motion and she burst into a cute giggle fit.

“Ehehe! No! Dohohohon’t! Please stahahahap!” She pleaded childishly.

Izayas smirk only grew at her reactions as he leaned down to dance his fingers playfully around her sides and ribs. “Aww, you’re so cute…it’s no wonder Shizuo always keeps you locked away! Someone could reeeaaaally take advantage of you~!” He chirped happily, curious to see if his verbal assault would make the human become more riled. This was just too much fun! He might just have to make a habit of this!

(Y/N) was losing it. Shizuo had tickled her a few times, sure. Kasuka too. But never to this extent; it was normally only a flurry of pokes at most. She barely got tickled. Two, maybe three times a year if she was lucky. So for this manipulative information broker to be using her biggest weakness against her, it was odd. She wouldn’t lie to herself; she was greatly enjoying it, but she’d never admit that to him. His teasing most certainly did not help the matters. She thrashed a bit more violently, bucking now and again in an attempt to throw the lean male off of her. “Bwhahaha! S-Sh-Shuhuhut uhuhup! No! I am nahahahat! Damn it, you jackass! Gehehet OFF of me before I rip your fuhucking tohohohounge out of your skhuhull!” She hissed, doing anything she could to try and escape.

Izaya found this only a bit annoying but was quickly brought back to amusement as she cursed at him. “Ohoho, and there it is. I was wondering when a part of Shizuo would come out of you. You’ve definitely got his potty mouth and his love for threats he never comes through on. And as for your request, hm…no. I don’t think I will, this is too much fun!” He jeered, his index finger slipping easily into her belly button and wiggling, making her go even crazier, much to his pleasure. “Oh? Does that tickle~? So sorry…maybe if you confess how much you actually love this, I’ll stop~” He stuck his tongue out at her, tauntingly.

(Y/N) panted heavily as he let up and finally stopped tormenting her sensitive upper body, getting off her and instead standing beside the bed. “What the fuck is WRONG with you?! Seriously what the hell did I ever do to deserve this?! Shizuo will know you had something to do with this, you freak! And he’ll make you pay! You have no right!” She spat viciously at the male, parts of her true personality coming through as he broke down her walls unknowingly through the torment.

Izaya smirked coldly as he saw her typical facade start to crumble. Good. He had done his research and although Shizuo had tried to hide her, he had failed. It wasn’t like it was hard to dig up info on her. He was the best informant in both Ikebukuro and Shinjuku and a simple high school girl was no issue. Child’s play, really, for him. “Tsk tsk tsk. There’s that fire in your eyes I’ve been wanting to see, (Y/N)! At long last~! Now I can finally believe you’re Shizuo’s little sister!” He sang happily. “To answer your questions, angel, I have too many things wrong with me to waste the breath explaining it to you.  As for what you did? Hm~” He giggled and smirked playfully down at her. “Well, you ended up being absurdly cute~ the pictures I saw really didn’t do you justice, first off. Secondly…” He shrugged. “I can tell you’ve been depressed lately. You may hide your emotions, but as someone who adores humanity, I must say, you’ve been in a bad place lately. Perhaps it has something to do with how lonely you’ve been feeling due to Shizuo constantly chasing after me and working rather than spending that time with you.” He stated bluntly, analyzing (Y/N).

She winced, as his observations were spot on but tried hard not to let it show, grinning at him instead. “D-Depressed? I don’t…” Her voice faltered and she sighed finally giving up, as she sagged in her restraints, grimacing at her all too often used fake grin. “…Fine. So, that’s why you kidnapped me then? To cheer me up? That doesn’t sound right. Shizuo always mentioned what a jerk you are. I don’t buy it.” (Y/N) muttered, feeling suspicious.

Izaya observed her with a blank expression for a moment, almost seeming caring before a devilish grin bloomed across his face once more. “Ah, you’ve got me! You’re correct! I couldn’t care less about your problems with those miserable excuses of humanity. However, kidnapping you and messing with you seemed a fun way to pass the time while simultaneously allowing me to get one over on Shizuo! It’s a win-win! It’s not often I get to make a pretty girl laugh and also to anger Shi-Shi at the same time! But…enough talk yes? Let’s end with the big finale! I wonder what ever could it be~?” He mocked as he pulled a stool over to sit in front of her feet.

(Y/N) squirmed just a little as she felt Izaya remove her sneakers and socks, her whimpering barely audible. She yelped and jumped against the sheets that bound her as she felt a sharp nail run down her foot fast. “Eep! Dhohont! Izaya, please!”

Izaya grinned, wolfishly. “Oh wow, darling. You’ve used my name many of times today! I feel as if we’re besties already! And don’t best friends mess with the other?” (Y/N) shook her head as he laughed. “Wrong answer~ I’m sure they do! Tickle tickle tickle!” He started slowly at first, building her anxiousness as he used both his index fingers, 1 on each foot to drag around them, probably testing to see where she was most ticklish.

She jolted with a gasp when the pad of his left index finger brushed across her toes. “Ah!” She prayed he hadn’t noticed but of course he did. Damn people watcher. He laughed and focused on both her toes and arches seeing they were both exceedingly sensitive. “Izayhahaha!!!! Please!!! Stahahahp! M-M-Mehehercy!” She whimpered, tears of laughter pricking at her eyes.

Izaya shook his head in pretend sympathy.

“Fraid not, (Y/N)-chan! This is just too fun~! Just a while longer,” He looked up to examine her current condition as he scratched at the supremely sensitive area between her toes and pouted before sighing, reluctantly stopping. “Oh, alright. Only because you look you’ll like you’ll pass out at any second!” He begrudgingly stood and stretched, causing his back to crack pleasantly. “You should get out of here. Shizuo is worried about you.” He said easily sliding back into his typical uncaring facade as he checked her phone and scrolled through the messages. He undid the knots that had given her so much trouble with barley so much as a tug, and bowed gracefully while turning towards the door. “It’s been fun, my lady. We should do this again sometime. Perhaps without the kidnapping?” He mocked, although his smile was for once now gentle and genuine, his normally striking red eyes soft. “Here,” He placed her phone into her open palm and winked, back to his normal self once more as he walked towards his desk, figuring he’d fix his bed later. He heard footsteps walk towards the door and expected the door to slam shut but instead they stopped and a confident voice made him turn around.

“Hey, Izaya.”

“Hm?” He turned his head and tilted it to the side in curiosity.

“…thanks for that. I would like to do this again a-and…” She lost her facade and ran out with a face so red it could rival a sunset on a clear day in Ikebukuro… but, not before he caught her rushed words.

“IReallyDoLikeBeingTickledAndMaybeYou'reNotSuchABadGuyAfterAll!”

He let his typical smirk drop for the second time that day and he smiled, gulping in a breath of fresh air from the open window.

Yup. Izaya sure did love his humans.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, it was my first ever tickle fic and I was only just getting into writing in general, so please forgive any errors! 

[msdoctorwho]

Fire Meet Gasoline, Ch. 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13461255/chapters/33648915

Bulma was an adventurous girl; she’d been chasing after the Dragon Balls half her life by now. She was no stranger to fear or death, dragons or space. But she’d never been so afraid as when she tore through the still-smoldering remains of her own contraption to find Vegeta.

If he died, she’d never forgive herself for building it.

When he struggled to his feet and insisted he was fine, she’d never so strongly felt two opposing emotions at the same time. Fury at him for almost killing himself, and relief that he hadn’t quite managed it. But he’d passed out before she could scream at him and she’d been too busy shouting orders at the groundskeeping bots and ripping her own clothes into field dressings to manage anything else.

Between herself, her father and the Medi-bots they got him stabilized, thanks to her foresight in hosting the only Saiyan/Namekian blood-bank on Earth in the basements of Capsule Corp. It was easy enough to synthesize a continuous supply once she’d gotten an initial sample, so she stocked enough for Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, and now Vegeta. As far as she could tell, the blood of the two full Saiyans was similar enough to each other to substitute in a pinch, but had type differences comparable to humans. Gohan...well, she wasn’t sure if Gohan would be able to take any combination of human and Saiyan blood, or only his own, so she stocked twice as much for him. She’d tried to get a sample from future kid, but he’d gotten so flustered when she asked that she’d guessed he was like Goku when it came to needles, and let it drop. She would just double her demi-Saiyan supply before the androids came.

After the last of the stitches and bandages were done, there was nothing left to do but watch over him as his healing factor kicked in. She could have gone back to her work and let the ever-vigilant bots do their jobs. She could have watched the live feed from her desk. She stayed.

His body temperature continued to rise as it fought infection and rebuilt itself from injuries that her mind still argued should have been fatal. People did not come back from wounds like that. Humans didn’t. She was struck anew with the realization that he was alien , he was different. However well she liked to think she’d begun to know him, there was still so much she didn’t know at all.

She didn’t usually believe in duplicating tech not of her own invention, but she'd have given anything that night to have a regeneration tank. Why hadn’t she spent some time trying to reverse-engineer that, instead of writing lewd Saiyan limericks?

As soon as he was better, she was going to fix that mistake. He had to get better.

He definitely had what would be considered a fever for a Saiyan, but she had no idea when high might cross over into dangerously-high.

She was back to being pissed off, at herself for her incomplete knowledge of Saiyan physiology, for making the machine that almost killed him, and at him for overriding the failsafes she’d programmed to protect him from himself.

His temperature stopped climbing, so she decided against an ice bath for the moment. He was just restless, and dreaming.

The fever dreams got worse as the night wore on; he progressed to what seemed more like full-blown hallucinations. Most of what he muttered was unintelligible to her, but a few things were repeated so much she’d never forget: ‘Frieza’, ‘demon-lizard’, ‘father’, and worst of all, ‘please’.

Vegeta never said ‘please’.

He grew so restless she considered additional sedatives or ki restraints, but his chemical responses to medication were so unpredictable she was reluctant to add anything new to the cocktail already swimming in his veins, and her heart broke at the thought of putting him in restraints after a night of eavesdropping on his dreams. She felt like an intruder into his most private space, but there was nothing to be done about it. Whether he knew she was there or not, she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone when he’d come so close to dying.

He was floating now, pulling at the tubes and needles, eyes half-open, lucidity surfacing in words like ‘Kakarot’, ‘vengeance’, ‘birthright’, ‘ascend’, ‘legendary’, ‘mine’, ‘mine’, ‘mine…’

If she lost control of this situation she’d have to call Goku to get him back in bed, and nothing in the universe would keep Vegeta here after that.

Panicking, she climbed bodily onto the bed with him, trying to ground him with her body weight, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, bringing her lips to his ear, pouring out words that came to her on instinct: “You’re safe. Frieza is dead. You will ascend. I’m here.” The scent of burning things was in the air as his aura scorched the sheets, and her hair. It felt like holding the sun.

Finally, the gathered power fizzled out, and they sank down against the too-hot mattress, searing her unprotected shins like black leather in a hot car. Damn it, Vegeta.

He wasn’t thrashing around anymore, but his breathing was labored, every muscle tense, completely unaware of her presence. She was soaked in her own sweat from the heat radiating off of him, but he was dangerously dry. She grabbed the wet cloth from the side table to cool his face and neck. When she leaned away to wring it out and reapply, his arms came suddenly around her with iron force. The rag hit the floor with a wet smack and she made a little “eep” of surprise as he buried his face in her neck.

This was not quite the embrace she’d fantasized about, honestly. It was more like being trapped in a sauna. Still, it seemed to calm him, and she dared hope he had turned the corner.

But even as he seemed to sleep, he kept tensing as if to brace against blows. Her ribs creaked under his strength. Goku might have to rescue themboth.

And so, in desperation, she sang to him.

She was no great talent, but music had been just another science for young Bulma to master, with pitch and rhythm its rules and elements. She applied herself diligently to the only Saiyan song she knew.

Adrift on the black ocean of fever dreams, Vegeta had been lost in his own crimson hellscape of past demons and future fears, until she arrived. A sliver of blue light worming her way into the nightmares the way she inserted herself into everything else, she told Frieza he was dead, the child he was safe, the warrior he would ascend, and himself that she was there. As though that weren’t obvious. Annoying even in his nightmares, he tried to tell himself, but even the warrior scorned him for a liar.

The black things snarled and snapped at the edges of blue, but came no further, for now. The red eyes were a promise of pain for later, and he waited in dread. Until she sang.

All of it left, when she sang. Her voice was a shock of cold water to his world on fire. A silvery low register incongruent with her speaking voice, almost a caress. And a lullaby tone...to go along with one of of the bawdiest Saiyan drinking songs ever written. Somehow, she knew all twelve verses, each worse than the last, and by the end of it his ears were burning and she’d dragged him back to himself in horror and wonder. Too drained even to cringe at how she held him like a child.

“I must be in sorry shape if you’re caterwauling at me like that,” he rasped, trying for caustic and failing with a dry whisper.

She jerked, her throat closing in relief. “Vegeta,” was all she could manage, hating herself for the catch at the end.

He just sighed, slowly turning his face into her neck. “Your pronunciation is terrible.”

She didn’t move, daren’t breathe. “My source material was, ah, pretty drunk.”

He did not need to ask which of his warriors would have been accidentally recording himself via his own scouter while deep in his cups. He wondered at the pang he felt, thinking of Nappa. Is this guilt?

She had not let go of him. “It’s a pretty great song.”

He snorted. “It’s a drinking song.” He knew he should push her away, but he didn’t have the strength.

Liar. At least admit to yourself that you just don’t want to.

She brushed matted hair away from his forehead, a whisper of touch. “But also a war hymn, right?”

“All Saiyan songs are about war.”

“ Of course they are ,” not-quite under her breath. Tentatively resting her head against his.

She went on, “But this one is all about war and conquest and this one general who can’t be defeated in battle, but full of double entendres about how he can’t, erm, win with the ladies ?”

“Yes.” His face was on fire. Well, more on fire, since he was clearly already feverish.

“Until he finally loses a battle, and the opposing general turns out to be a woman who claims him as her mate? ” He could feel her grinning in delight.

“Yes.”

“I thought it was pretty epic.”

Of course she would. Are we just not going to talk about this whole embrace thing? You know what, actually, I am fine with that.

He explained, “It’s more or less the story of how the two largest feudal city-states of old Vegetasei united and conquered the rest to become an empire.”

She was delighted. “So the greatest conqueror of Vegetasei was a woman?”

His reply was stuffy, as though they had wandered into contested territory. “She was the first , anyway. Greatest is up for debate.”

“Anyway, I liked it,” she murmured.

“You would.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“No Saiyan who wanted to stay alive would sing a vulgar song like that in the presence of royalty.”

“Pfffft. Like royals don’t know where babies come from.”

“Woman.” How could she even now still manage to shock him?

“You’re all no different behind closed doors.” She tightened her arms as though for emphasis. “Are you, Ve-ge-ta?” If her voice had been a caress before, this was a blatant grope.

“Woman.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Let me up.”

She shoved herself upright. “No. No! Are you kidding?” Her eyes were fire. “Maybe, maybe you can get out of that bed tomorrow. I literally just put you back together .”

He made a frustrated sound. “I have to--”

She smirked evilly at him. “Here.” She handed him a plastic object.

He started at it, not understanding. Then--

Gods, no.

“There is no way--”

“Listen, you ungrateful fuck, you are lucky I didn’t cath you--” she stopped, pinching the bridge of her nose, half-turning from him.

Whatever that was, it didn’t sound good, and he eyed her warily.

“I can call my dad, if you want,” she said in a neutral tone.

At his mulish expression, she continued waspishly, “or Goku ,” picking up steam, fueled by his predictable reaction to that , “but you should probably know that I shaved you bald and put about sixty stitches in your inner thigh to keep you from bleeding to death and get over yourself already!”

He convulsed in humiliated fury, but his open-mouthed snarl died at the tears on her face. He would have argued with her until he pissed himself, or relieved himself in defiance on her floor, but her tears wholly defeated him.

In all his life, had anyone ever cried at the thought he might die? What was wrong with her, that she did?

He turned away from her as much as he was able, until it was done. Shutting his eyes, shutting her out, he heard her walk to the bathroom, flush the toilet, turn the sink on and off.

Instead of leaving, she sat next to him again. He ignored her. Just go away already.

She didn’t move again for so long he thought she’d fallen asleep. He was drifting off in spite of himself, when her hand brushed his cheek, and he hated that her touch was a cool balm to his fevered skin. “Kami, Vegeta.” she said, softly. “Maybe remember this the next time you want to do something this stupid.” She lowered her voice. “If I blow myself up again, that woman will make me piss in a bottle,” she mock-growled.

His eyes flew open. As was so often the case, he didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss her or kill her. He wanted it so much he felt it in his teeth. But he was so tired, all he could do was glare.

Her other hand joined the first, cupping his face between them. It was a bit like holding an injured wild animal; she was not sure he would not bite her. She leaned closer; he stopped breathing.

Her kiss on his forehead was feather-light, as though it might hurt him, but lingering. When she pulled away, there were tears again.

He couldn’t break free from her eyes. “I care about you, you idiot,” she whispered.

He felt like he’d been shot through the chest. Again. What--

She forestalled any retort of his with her fingers on his lips. “I know you don’t want or need to hear that.”

She was so wrong, but he would never tell her, not when he couldn’t admit it to himself.

“Just sleep, okay?” she asked. A reply became impossible and unnecessary as he slipped under before she finished speaking.

Sometime during that endless night, she woke again to him grumbling about the plastic urinal.

He still refused to look at her while she dealt with it, but it was hard to stay embarrassed about what was clearly not a significant issue to her. This made him feel childish for being embarrassed, which pissed him off even more.

But then she smiled at him. “Thanks for not fighting me on this, Vegeta. I know how much you hate it.”

Just the acknowledgement of his struggle took the wind out of the sails of his fury.

It’s not like her smiles were rare. She was a disgustingly cheerful creature. But this one was his alone. Pure, no malice, no hint of mockery. Had he ever received such a gift?

She rolled her neck as she moved back toward the chair. It was no position to sleep in.

“You don’t have to play nursemaid anymore tonight,” he said.

“I know,” was all she said, yawning.

I gave you an out, woman. He snagged her wrist as she passed by, dragging her toward him, not roughly, but not giving her a choice, either.

She tried to tug it back, but even in this state he was so much stronger it was laughable. Her frown disappeared as she realized his intent.

The look on her face as she crawled over the rail was almost predatory. The animal in his blood roared a challenge, while the rest of him wondered if this might be his worst decision yet.

She loomed over him, until the scent of her skin overwhelmed him, his hands finding the back of her bare thighs.

She gasped, a breathless sound, twitching like a rabbit caught out of its den, hands digging into his shoulders.

Then she sighed and made a face at him. “Shove over. I swear, you have the shittiest timing.”

“What, have you suddenly grown a sense of decorum? You’ve been begging shamelessly for this for weeks,” his voice low, cutting. Stung by the unexpected rejection.

“Yeah, well, you had weeks to take advantage when you weren’t missing half your blood-volume. How much fun could that really be for me?” She crooked a limp finger at him, enjoying how much he hated her with his eyes for that.

“I will end you,” he responded, utterly calm. Eerily believable.

She waited for him to object as she nestled herself next to him, pillowing her head on his least-injured shoulder.

He didn’t, but he was back to furiously not looking at her again.

“Don’t freak out, Vegeta. I’m not saying ‘no,’ I’m just saying ‘how about maybe when you’re less almost-dead?’ Nothing says sexy like trying to orgasm while worrying your partner might stroke out.”

He grunted, but allowed her to lift his arm around her.

“I still have your blood in my hair ,” she groused.

He breathed her in, somewhat pleased at that.

“Ugh, only you would find that appealing.”

“Just shut up.”

“I hope you heal as fast as you claim you do, space man.”

He woke up well before her, and meant to let her sleep, but waking surrounded in the scent and feel of her was too much. His body was loudly making the case that it was fully recovered, thank you very much.

He kept trying to shift away from her lest it be obvious to her as well, but she clung to him like warship-grade adhesive.

“Stop moving so much, you’re still like 90% bandages,” she snapped without opening her eyes.

He didn’t know why, with her obvious want of him, it was such a problem for him that his body wanted her back.

Control, he supposed. He wanted total control over this rebellious facet of himself until he decided to unleash it, and not a second before.

Especially if she might say no, again.

“What is that?” he gestured vaguely in the direction of the barbaric fluids dripping into his arm, desperate for distraction.

“What is what, Vegeta?”

“Your primitive medicine still requires manual blood re-supply...that’s mine? It has my face on it.”

She made a noise of affirmation, too tired to speak.

“But those symbols aren’t my name.” He hadn’t put much effort into learning their rudimentary symbology yet, but he’d picked up enough to know that.

At this, she smiled without opening her eyes. “No, they are not.”

At his growl of irritation, she continued, “Humans have various blood types: Type A, B, AB, and O. Yours says ‘Type E’.”

She finally opened her eyes, smile broadening, to watch his reaction. “For ‘Elite’.”

His expression was just shy of murderous. “You mock me.”

She sighed, too tired to be less than honest. “A little bit yes, but mostly no. You are something else, Vegeta.”

He didn’t know what to think or say about that. “Of course I am,” he finally managed, but her light snores needled him in response.

“What does Kakarot’s say?” He couldn’t help asking.

“Hmm? Goku’s?” Her sleepy gaze met his again. “He’s ‘Type 3,’” she said, with a wink.

At that he laughed -- an honest, beautiful laugh. Its purity hurt her heart; she wondered if anyone else had ever heard it. She felt like she’d caught a star with her bare hands, and held it close in wonder.

What was this warmth blooming in his chest? Lingering fever? Or was this what it felt like, to have someone of your own? Oh, Nappa and Raditz had been loyal enough, but they’d been born into his service. It had never really been their choice, and he’d never really appreciated it, either.

She owed him no allegiance, no debt, and in fact had plenty of reason to hate him for the harm he’d caused when he first came to Earth. She owed him nothing, but offered him everything. Her loyalty. Her affection. Even a joke at her friend’s expense to please him.

The intensity of her eyes, when she moved over him again, was the blue of stars expiring, the last fierce gasp of life before the end. “I declare you fit for duty, soldier,” she breathed.

“-- modified duty,” she ground out at the flash in his eyes, “you’re not training today, jackass…”

She caught his retort with her lips. “You’re not going to have anything left for it, anyway,” she whispered into his mouth, and finally kissed him.

He was certain this was an Earthling thing, this meshing of mouths that sounded repulsive in the abstract but was amazingly intense in practice. The longer it went on the more desperate for her he felt, saved from feeling pathetic only by the needy whimpers she gave him in return.

She was careful with him, so careful. Each gentle touch was his undoing. He was completely unaccustomed to physical contact not meant to kill or cause pain. Every nerve ending was over-sensitized, almost painful, but she read his face like a map and knew when to touch and when to let him be.

She knew his hurts better than he did, having tended each one herself. She moved over him gingerly, but her weight was nothing to him.

Her touch was reverent, a feather-light stroke or kiss over every inch of skin not wrapped in gauze. She drew his hands to her, pragmatic as ever, unfazed by his uncertainty, and showed him exactly how his touch could please her.

He’d never felt anything as fine as her skin, or the silk of her hair, the heft of her breasts. In the end, she did not make him beg, but asked if he were certain, before taking him inside her as though this was a thing they had always done.

He’d thought he understood power -- what it was like to have it, and to have none at all. To cower before a monster that controlled your whole existence, or to watch planets die by your hand. He’d never felt anything like this, the power to cause such pleasure it looked like pain, to force his name from her lips, to watch her convulse and wail just for want of him and what his body could give her. He ached to be well enough to put her underneath him, to watch her writhe against vermillion silk, again and again, and he knew then he would never get enough of her.

Still jerky from her own release, she reached down to find a spot he hadn’t known existed, wrenching a cry from his throat as he shattered, lost control so completely that his aura reignited around them again. But this time, joined as they were, it knew her for its own. The blue tendrils of flame licked her skin as she laughed in delight and wonder. He forced it back into himself a breath later, shaken by how easily she'd broken him.

She collapsed onto him, and for long moments there was nothing but the sound of their harsh breathing in the dark. If his face was wet she said nothing of it, and freely gave her own tears as cover.

The next day, extricating himself from miles of gauze, he was stepping in the shower to rinse off before training when he noticed she had written on him, underneath the bandages.

No disgraceful poems this time, nothing so elegant, just the Saiyan word for “penis” in bold characters across his forearm. Her penmanship was improving, but the strokes were jagged, angry.

It would not wash off.

“Woman!” he bellowed, in such a rage that the barometric pressure shifted around the whole compound.

“Hey Vegeta, what’s up?” She asked with feigned nonchalance, as though he didn’t look one breath away from destroying the whole building.

“Remove this immediately!” He brandished his arm at her. Registering dim surprise that she didn’t flinch, that she truly had no fear of him anymore.

She was incoherent, and he realized she was crying and laughing at the same time.

“You’re unhinged!” he spat, uncomfortable with displays of any emotion, much less two that made no sense together.

She patted his wrist ineffectually. “I was so mad at you, Vegeta.”

She took a few breaths, calming down. “And myself, for underestimating your skill and stupidity.”

She wiped her eyes and stepped closer to him, the pain in her crystal blue gaze sucking his breath away. “Most of all, I didn’t know how to forgive myself if one of my inventions killed you, and I couldn’t think about that--”

My miserable life isn’t worth it, he wanted to tell her, though he never would.

She sighed. “I just remember thinking, you’d be so pissed off when you saw it that you might kill me, and how happy I’d be if you recovered enough to do it.”

“Lunatic,” he called her, without venom. Whatever this was between them, it terrified him, and for the first time he could see it was not healthy for her, either.

But then she stepped into his unwilling embrace, clothes and all, even though he was half-under the shower.

Closing the circuit between them was electric, the contact more than merely sexual. The exposed mutual vulnerability was terrifying, but for the first time since his last glimpse of Vegetasei through a shuttle window, he tasted a feeling like home.

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Strange Behavior

A/N: I wrote this for @keichanz, in response to a prompt she posted awhile ago. It was such a cute idea, I had to give it a shot. I’m sorry it’s so much later than I anticipated. ^^; I hope you enjoy it!! 

"Sango?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think Inuyasha and Kagome are acting... ah, strange?"

At the monk's question, the demon slayer glanced up from her inspection of Hiraikotsu—where it lay across her lap as she mended its ripped leather strap—and craned her head towards the pair in question. Inuyasha and Kagome stood several yards away, leaning side-by-side against the exterior wall of Kaede's hut. Inuyasha had his arms resting in his sleeves, one foot propped against the wall behind him as though readying to push away any moment. Such a typical pose for the half-demon: seemingly relaxed and yet always prepared to spring into action. Next to him, Kagome played with a strand of her hair as she spoke, lips upturned in an impish smile. Sango could hear the murmur of their voices—the distinctly amiable, carefree quality to their tones—but couldn't make out the words.

After watching them a moment longer, she turned back to Miroku and raised an eyebrow. "They seem perfectly fine to me."

He raised his eyebrows at her in return, and nodded towards the other couple. "But look at them, Sango."

She glanced back at the pair. They still just stood there, relaxed and chatting. "Yes?"

"They aren't fighting."

Sango blinked, processing that—then lifted her hand to cover her mouth. No need to encourage the monk with a smile. "Ah, I see."

"They haven't fought at all in the past four days."

"I hadn't noticed, but now that you mention it..."

"You don't think that's strange?"

"It is a bit... abnormal, I suppose."

"'Abnormal' is not the word," Miroku muttered, watching as Kagome lightly swatted the back of her hand against Inuyasha's stomach, which only made the hanyō smirk. "'Ominous' comes to mind... 'mystifying,' 'disquieting'... but 'abnormal' is the least of it."

This time Sango didn't bother to hide her smile. "You may be shooting sparrows with a cannon. Perhaps they're simply in a good mood?"

As they watched, Inuyasha pushed away from the wall and made as if to walk away—but after taking only one step, he hesitated. Then, pitching himself forward as though he'd tripped, he put all his weight on the ball of one foot, and in the same instant, his arms began to windmill through the air as he wobbled back and forth on his toes.

And if that wasn't bizarre enough, he then deliberately looked over his shoulder at Kagome, who was watching him with raised brows, mouth agape in surprise.

Neither Sango nor Miroku could see Inuyasha's expression from their angle, but they could see Kagome's: her eyebrows lowered into an almost-frown, her eyes narrowed, her lips closed and then pursed slightly. Both of her hands settled against her hips, and she said, "Inuyasha!" in a tone rife with irritation.  

The effect was ruined, however, when she immediately snorted and released a deep-bellied guffaw.

Sango couldn't be totally sure, but she thought she heard an answering bark of laughter from the still-wobbling hanyō.

As one, Miroku and Sango turned towards each other.

"What was that," Miroku said, "about shooting sparrows with a cannon?"

"Mystifying indeed, sir monk."            

  The next day, the group set out from Kaede's village in search of information on Naraku's whereabouts. Grim as their purpose was, the atmosphere among them—particularly between a certain couple—was far from sober.

Kagome erupted in what was probably her tenth round of giggles in the last few hours. She was walking beside Inuyasha, pushing her bicycle along by its handlebars—taking a break from the hard peddling she'd done all morning—and occasionally reaching out to flick the hanyō's arm with her fingers. Inuyasha appeared to be ignoring her, which only prompted more arm-flicks from the girl.

Some distance behind them, Miroku leaned in closer to Sango and said in an undertone, "Do you think something happened between them while they were in Kagome's homeland?"

Sango watched with interest as Inuyasha's hand crept up behind Kagome, grasped a fistful of the dark hair swinging down her back, and then tugged on it like the pull-cord on a bell. Quick as a flash, his hand was back inside his sleeve, just before the girl's head whipped towards him and a muffled, "Hey!" rang through the air.

Sango leaned closer to Miroku and replied, "Something like what?"

The monk chuckled, his breath fanning against Sango's cheek. She fought hard not to shiver. "Ah, lovely Sango, I think you know the 'something' – what else would have them flirting like love struck children?"

"Flirting? They're acting more like squabbling siblings, if you ask me."

Miroku opened his mouth to retort, but a high-pitched voice cut in with, "They are acting strange. Kagome's been blushing all day, and Inuyasha's been even more idiotic than normal." An orange puff of hair and a pair of bright emerald eyes appeared over Miroku's furthest shoulder. Sango shot a surprised glance Shippō's way, then caught Miroku's rather gloating expression as he nodded with exaggerated solemnity.

"You see? Even Shippō sees how amorously—"

In a well-practiced maneuver, Sango jutted her elbow into Miroku's ribs.

"—I mean," the monk coughed, "how abnormally those two have been behaving."

"Hm," mumbled the demon slayer, "I'm not convinced."

Just then, they heard a rather squeaking "eep!" and Kagome suddenly lurched forward, her feet stumbling and scuffing against the ground once, twice, before she managed to catch herself against her bike. Inuyasha's hand had darted out to grab her, but stopped when she regained her balance. Clawed fingers hovered for a moment above her shoulder until it was obvious the girl had her footing again—then the hand returned to Inuyasha's side as though it had never moved. Kagome missed it entirely.

But she did not miss the impossibly wide grin that stretched across Inuyasha's face as she slowly turned her head to look at him. The girl's shoulders had stiffened, and though Sango could only see her face in profile, it was obvious that it had turned a flaming red. Inuyasha, meanwhile, was grinning so broadly that both his fangs poked over his bottom lip. Even with the distance between them, Sango could feel the masculine smugness permeating the air.  

Inuyasha's chin lifted in an altogether haughty gesture, his mouth opening on an inhale—only for Kagome to point an index finger right under his nose and sternly command, "Don't!"

All three observers fully expected Inuyasha to swat her hand away and growl something rude (which would surely end with his face in the dirt and an angry schoolgirl huffing off). So they were all three astonished when, instead, he slowly reached up and flicked a finger against her forehead. "Tch," he muttered, the amusement in his voice obvious, "told you. Always a klutz. At least this time it wasn't while—"

His voice lowered and it was impossible to hear the rest clearly. But whatever he said, Kagome's reaction was instantaneous: her face practically glowed with color, and shooting the rest of them a glance over her shoulder, she whispered "Shhhhh!"

Sango didn't need to look at Miroku to know that he'd raised a sardonic eyebrow at her.

"Yep," Shippō said with a shake of his small head, "weird."

  "You know, I'm beginning to miss their fighting. It was at least entertaining. Now I'm forced to find other means of amusement."

Sango held in a snort. "It must be very challenging for you."

He sighed dramatically. "It is."

"You must admit that their recent antics have been fairly... diverting."

"True enough. Have I told you my latest guess on the subject?"

"What's that?" Sango leaned forward to stir the campfire with a stick, sending sparks flying and the flames leaping. After a moment, the logs cracked and settled, and Sango resumed her previous position, seated comfortably next to the reclining monk. Kirara hopped into her lap, and she automatically began stroking the fire cat's soft fur. Across the campfire, Inuyasha and Kagome were eating instant noodle cups and occasionally nudging each other with their arms. Shippō, having already inhaled his dinner, was dozing on Kagome's sleeping bag.

Miroku's voice lowered, possibly to avoid a certain hanyō overhearing. "Fighting was once their version of forepl—er, flirting. Now they've replaced it with actual... flirting."  

Sango narrowed her eyes at him. He returned the look with one of wide-eyed innocence.

"Best not let Inuyasha hear you," she mumbled, feeling her cheeks warm at his intent, amused gaze. She shifted closer to the fire, convincing herself it was the cause of her flush. "He'll take it out of your hide."

Miroku smiled, not unpleasantly. "He certainly would—but he'd have to tear his attention away from Kagome long enough to hear it, which does not seem very likely."

Sango had to concede the point; even now Inuyasha was leaning toward Kagome to whisper something in her ear, which made Kagome smother a laugh against her hand. The girl's eyes were bright, and her smile cheerful; her whole demeanor radiated happiness. Sango smiled as she watched.

Soon Inuyasha stood up from his crouch by the fire. "I'm gonna make another sweep of the area before we settle in for the night. Don't fall asleep and get eaten while I'm gone, y'hear?"

Kagome rolled her eyes, and replied, "Yeah, yeah, we'll do our best not to be yōkai dessert."

Inuyasha snorted, and began walking away from the fire. Just as he was passing by Kagome, she shot her foot out, swiftly laying her leg across his path. He stumbled, and for a moment it looked like he might fall—but with a well-timed and rather inhuman leap, he regained his balance. Then turned on his heel to glare at the heartily laughing girl.  

"Your face!" she wheezed, clutching her stomach with both arms, "Oh, it was priceless!"

For the second time that day, Inuyasha's reaction took them all by surprise. Rather than a snarl, his lips formed a tiny smirk as he straightened and stalked back over to Kagome. "You oughta know, you've made it often enough. Bet I can get that face outta you again right now."

And with that—before the girl had even finished laughing—Inuyasha swooped down, slid one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders, lifted her up against his chest, turned to Sango and Miroku, and said with just the faintest hint of red across his nose, "Be back in a bit."

Then he bolted away into the night, Kagome's laughter fading into the distance.

Stunned, Sango stared after them. "I... well that... that was... abnormal..."

Miroku was laughing too hard to speak just then.

Later, after they'd packed away the remains of their dinner and started preparing for bed—Inuyasha and Kagome still absent—Sango felt a gentle tug on her hair. Startled, she glanced over her shoulder at Miroku, standing close to her with his fingers curled around the ends of her hair, lightly stroking.

"So, Sango," he said, "what do you say to our own... flirting?"

A slap echoed through the night, loud enough to wake the sleeping kitsune, who rubbed at his bleary eyes; saw the monk cradling his cheek and the demon slayer huffing away; then he lay back down with a mumbled, "Idiot."  

  Inuyasha had no sooner set Kagome on her feet than he had her pressed against a tree, body crowding close to hers. Without hesitation, she twined her arms around his shoulders and tilted her face up to his. A pleased growl rumbled from his chest before he dropped his head and kissed her. She hummed into the kiss, rocking up onto her tiptoes and pressing into him. He responded by pushing her even harder against the tree and nudging her lips open for a better, deeper taste.

After awhile, they pulled away to catch their breath; or at least Kagome tried to catch hers. Inuyasha immediately began running his lips down her neck, fangs nipping and scraping her skin. She clutched at his shoulders and gasped, dropping her head back against the tree.

"You know," she said, "they're onto us."

Inuyasha grunted, and pulled away long enough to say, "Nah," before returning to his previous attentions.

"But they are. Did you see them watching us earlier? They totally know."

His lips skimmed along her collar bones. "All they know is that you're clumsy. Nothing new there."

"Inu... yasha," she complained, then sighed as his hands trailed along her sides, coming to rest on her hips. His thumbs rubbed circles against her skin, dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. She reached up and stroked one of his ears, her other hand trailing down his chest to rest against his heart. He leaned his head into the touch, and settled his weight more comfortably against her.

"Forget about them. The more important question is how you intend to make things up to me."

"Make things up?"

"For trying to dump me on my ass earlier."

She laughed, then gasped when he gave a harder nip to her neck. "Oh, I don't know... I'd say you earned it for all the teasing you've been giving me lately."

"Well I'd say you earned all that teasing with that maneuver you pulled in your time... hope you've learned to be more careful on the shrine stairs."

She groaned. "Are you ever going to forget about that?"

He grinned, his mouth returning to hers for another kiss. "Nope. Especially not with what happened afterwards..."

Her cheeks bloomed a deep pink, but she grinned back at him. "It was very thoughtful of you to check me for injury."

"And you still tried to dump me on my ass. Ungrateful."

"Hm." She placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

"Good," he growled, and pressed his lips against hers.

 -Fin-

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 86

in which we learn a story from twain’s childhood, fire brigade training, a new base for a certain group, and hibana giving tamaki a pep talk

twain: are we theeere yeeeeet? Hemingway: "Twain, how many days has it been?" twain:...three i think? its hard to keep track, hehe. Hemingway: "Then the answer 'yes.' We are here." twain: FOR REAL?! emily: *chop* bad hemingway. we arent there yet. twain: mean. =3= ..... i ever tell you about the summer i spent on a raft? *They're passing a sign that says '150 miles to Chicago'* Hemingway: *rubbing his head* "Nah..." twain: well, i got this raft and decided to take a trip down the mississippi river. and i saw all kinds of crazy things. like a feud between two rival families, an almost murder, but the craziest part is when my raft got taken over by these two conmen, called themselves 'the duke' and 'the king'. emily: oh wow. twain: isnt that scary? picture it. 11-year-old me, on a raft with two guys who could kill me at any time probably. luckily i did manage to escape and get them arrested during one of their schemes. and later, who do i run into by my ol friend sunny davis and her dad. they were down in alabama visiting her grandparents and mr davis gave me a ride back home, and oh man, did aunt polly give me the scolding of a lifetime. Hemingway: "That's an adventure. Ever look up what happened to Duke and King?" twain: *shrug* not sure really. probably in jail for all i know. plus i dont know what their actual names were. 737; Hemingway: "Huh...How did you even build a raft?" twain: hard work and determination. Hemingway: "I mean...you just don't seem like the determined type." twain: hey, cut me some slack! i can be very determined when i put my mind to it! >3< i might not be the best at school smarts, but im not dumb. Hemingway: "Ever go hunting?" twain: i think so. i've gone trapping. my bro and i caught rabbits, squirrels, stuff like that. aunt polly made us release them though. Hemingway: "Hmm...We are low on food. I say we pull over and--" emily: here's a place. Hemingway: "??? That's just a pit stop. I meant a place to go hunting, like a park, or a zoo--" emily: ERNEST NO. Hemingway: "...I'm buying all the beef jerky they got." *pouts* -elsewhere- Kid: *his hair is still blown back* -_____-# stocking: *head pets* Kid: "It took me by such surprise..." stocking: i can imagine. Kid: *sighs* *holds her hand* "I'll miss you." stocking: i'll be back before you know it. *kiss* Kid: ^\\\^ "I'm counting on it." -elsewhere- Damon: *eating pasta* soul: tastes delicious, right? Damon: "..." ^w^ becky: =u= *nom* Damon: "Can I have more of the sauce?" soul: sure thing, kiddo. ^^ Damon: "...Thank you, um..." soul: ?? Damon: "...N-Nothing..." soul:....take your time. *weak smile* -elsewhere- Hyde: *shakes a jar of cinnamon onto a bag of popcorn* romina: aw yeah, movie night! julian: *monotone* yaaay. Hyde: "What we got to watch?" -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "You two comfortable?" erina: i-i think so... Jordan: ^w^ "Thank you for hosting, sir!" Fitzgerald: "...Is that a Daffy Duck tie, Jordan?" Jordan: "...It's all I got..." erina:...it's fine. Fitzgerald: "..." *looks at Louisa* louisa: ^^; Daisy: "So, you work security?" erina: at the mall, yes. Daisy: "Busting up punk kids loitering and shoplifting?" erina: yeah. Daisy: "You take their pot?" erina: ._. louisa: miss fay! Daisy: "Just making conversation." Jordan: ^^;;; "Heh...Daisy...What a kidder..." Fitzgerald: "You were previously at the prison?" erina:.....................................yes..... Jordan: "...You don't have to talk about it." erina:...... Jordan: "...Hey, I like your hair." erina:...thanks. Jordan: ^w^ "We got a lot of food options. What you hungry for?" -elsewhere- Tanizaki: *snore* sylvia: ..... Kyoka: *puts a blanket over Tanizaki* "You find a pillow?" sylvia: *clings to hers* Kyoka: "??? What's wrong?" sylvia: n-nothing.... Kyoka: "..." *hug* sylvia: !!!! Kyoka: "It's okay...If you're afraid, we're here for you." sylvia: *shakes* p-please....dont touch me..m-my a-ability.... Kyoka: "..." *pulls back* "Sorry. But...you wouldn't try to hurt me anyway." sylvia: n-not at all, miss kyouka, i-i dont want to hurt anyone! b-but what if i fall and get hurt while- Kyoka: "Then we'll make sure you don't fall. Or, you know, that it's just, like, tripping on the rug or something, not like falling off a rooftop." sylvia: .~.;;;; Tanizaki: *turns over on the couch--and falls off it* sylvia: EEP! >A< Tanizaki: "..." *yawns* *looks up at the ceiling* "...What time is it?" Kyoka: "About 8:30. At night." Tanizaki: "..." *grunts* "I better text Naomi..." sylvia: ....it must be nice....having a sibling.... Tanizaki: "..." *smiles* "Yeah. Naomi means the world to me." sylvia: ....do you...have parents? Tanizaki: "..." *awkward smile* "Who doesn't?" ^^; sylvia:............. Q________Q Kyoka: *hard glare* Tanizaki: ._____.;;;; "...S-Sorry." -morning- Bon: *asleep in the tent* *snoring* Rin: =____= "It went all night." konekomaru: ^^; Yukio: "Perhaps you should have packed earplugs." Rin: -_-# *kicks Bon* Bon: "UMPH!" *sits up, looks around* "...Wait, what happened?" konekomaru: well, we better get started. i heard there was a spot with a great view of a waterfall. Bon: =___= "I barely slept thanks to cold feet kicking me all night." Rin: -3- Yukio: "Konekomaru, got the map laid out to the waterfalls?" konekomaru *nod* Yukio: "Well, get your shoes on, and let's go." Bon: *already tying his* Rin: -_- "I'm coming, I'm coming..." -elsewhere- shiemi: *yaaawn* morning. seiya: good morning, miss moriyama. Shura: =_= *scratches, burps* seiya: -.-; Izumo: *looking outside* "Wow..." shiemi: *also looks out the window* it's a nice little village. stocking: yeah. Izumo: "Quiet...Peaceful." Shura: *stretching* "Where's breakfast?" seiya: it should be downstairs. *puts on robe* Izumo: "What will they have?" *grabs a robe* -elsewhere- Kid: *looking into his cup of tea* liz: hey, it's only for a few days, cheer up. *smile* Kid: "..." *nods* "I just...miss her." liz: *pap pap* lord death: she'll be alright. and she'll be home before you know it! -elsewhere- kirako: *checking the mail*.... oh! Kyoka: "???" kirako: mr fukuzawa, you have a letter! Fukuzawa: *examines it* "...Amazing." naomi: what is it? Fukuzawa: "...We are being honored." atsushi: for real? Fukuzawa: *nods* "For our contributions in the capture of Dostoyevsky." ranpo: ... aya: AWESOMESAUCE! yosano: even though it was the government and manhasset that caught him? Fukuzawa: "If not for the work of many of our members, we could not have pursued the culprits to their location--and rescue others who had been captured." yosano: right... atsushi:... Fukuzawa: "And I think we know who should accept the award--" Dazai: *shiny eyes* kenji: *looks at kunikida* Kunikida: "...Sir...I did nothing. I must decline." Fukuzawa: "..." kirako: then why dont you do it sir? Dazai: *puppy dog eyes* Fukuzawa: "...Very well." atsushi:...*pats dazai on the back* Dazai: Q_Q Fukuzawa: "It makes sense, I suppose, to accept it on behalf of all of us." -applause- atsushi: maybe next time, dazai. Dazai: "I'll make my own trophy from money I make on the horses..." atsushi: ._.; Kunikida: "You spend it on your child." yosano: *nod* Dazai: "...I mean, obviously..." >_> kirako: ^^; Kyoka: "Will you get to pose for a photo, sir?" Fukuzawa: "...I suppose?" -elsewhere- Kafka: *still in bed* "Zzz..." wilhelm: *sneak sneak sneak sneak* Jakob: -w- *follows* Kafka: *muttering* <Stop...Not my fault...> wilhelm: *has shaving cream out* Jakob: *holds a feather...* Kafka: *his arm hangs over the bed* wilhelm: *sprays the shaving cream* hehehe Kafka: *small grunt...calms down* "...Zzz..." Jakob: *takes the feather...tickles Kafka's nose* Kafka: *scrunches his face...he hasn't swung his arm yet* wilhelm: >w< Jakob: *one more tickle* Kafka: <No, stop--> *swing--* *SPLAT* wilhelm: XD Kafka: "Wh-What?!" *bolts up out of bed--landing on his face* wilhelm: *laughs* Jakob: "Heeheehee!" Kafka: "..." *shriek* wilhelm: *runs* Jakob: *follows* Kafka: *scurrying, practically on all fours, looking like a rabid dog* wilhelm: *laughs* george: ._.;;; Kafka: "I'LL RIP YOU BRATS LIMB FROM LIMB--" george: .____.;;; Kafka: *leaps* *loud angry noise as he tries to grab the twins* -YOINK- hans: -_-; Kafka: *hissing noises, hanging off the floor* "LET ME AT 'EM!" hans: kafka, breathe. Kafka: *inhales* "...I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP WHEN THEY DID THIS TO ME!!!" hans: *looks at the twins* Jakob: *practically has an angel's halo over his head* wilhelm: *puppy eyes* hans:......well, at least you didnt do something like murder him. Kafka: "THAT'S IT?!" hans: kafka...*sigh* do you need to take a walk? Kafka: "..." T~T "It's too early..." hans: it'll do you some good. Kafka: *sniff* "F-Fine..." *muttering* hans:...*sigh* Jakob: ^w^ "Better wash off first..." -elsewhere- Justin: *praying* -knock- Justin: "..." *opens his eyes, stands, checks the door* "Yes?" marie: hello~ ^^ christa: hi hi. Justin: "Marie! Christa! Hello...Come in, come in...How are you?" marie: doing good, thought we'd check on in. oriko: *small wave* marie: ^u^ christa: *tiny wave* Justin: *smiles* "Very well. But how are you after...after that?" marie: getting better. Justin: *nods* "Shall I get us some tea and something for Christa?" marie: sure. -elsewhere- Rin: *shiny eyes* "So cool!" konekomaru: talk about a view, huh? Yukio: "It is impressive..." Bon: "..." Rin: "How far does it go down?" konekomaru: please do not go jumping off the waterfall. Rin: "Oh, come on! It'll be a great bonding experience! You all want to try it, right?" Yukio: "No." Bon: "Hell no." -elsewhere- Akitaru: "It'll be at the Fifth. Enjoy the luxury." shinra: *gulp* Relan: "Has Hibana hosted one of these before?" shinra: cant recall... tamaki: it's been a while. Arthur: "The Princess will lead us to glorious victory." maki: here we are. takeru:... oh, the 8th's here now. tao: OuO vivian: about time. ryuuko: that just leaves the 3rd and 1st. ???: "--and then I found a $20 bill!" tamaki: ?? *look* ???: *looks at them* "Oh, hey--new people!" ???: oh, greeeat.... ryuuko: you must be the new recruits with the 3rd and 1st, correct? ???: "Yep!" *hugs Ryuuko* ryuuko: um... mikami: ^^; ???: "I'm Yotsuba--it is so super to meet you!" ^w^ ryuuko: likewise. now could you let go of me? Yotsuba: "??? Sure." *lets go* tamaki: so you're in the 1st, huh? Yotsuba: "Yep! I'm from the 1st--and I'm so lucky to have gotten in!" tamaki: oh im so sure of that. what can you even do? maki: tamaki! my apologies, she used to be in the 1st. tamaki: -_-; Relan: *looks at the one from the 3rd* ???:... the hell're _you_ looking at? Relan: "!!!!" *steps back* "N-Nothing..." >_>; shinra: *glares at the 3rd member* hey, what's your problem? ???: everything. Yotsuba: "Oh, you know, a little bit of this, a little of that. I guess since I'm at the 1st now and you left, I'm kind of the new you there." ^w^ Relan: "..." Q_Q tamaki: *rolls eyes* shinra: *protective hug of relan* Relan: *pat pat* gabriella: ok, line up everyone. Yotsuba: "I've heard so much about you! Is it true you trained in nun stuff? And now you're at the 8th? Is that guy there yelling at the horse statue your boyfriend?" Arthur: *screaming* "YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO STEEDS EVERYWHERE!" tamaki: .....when did the 5th get a horse statue? Relan: "Hibana probably saw 'Caligula' too many times--" Hibana: *suddenly behind Relan* "What was that~?" ^^# tamaki: OxO shinra: .x.;;;; Relan: "..." Q_______Q tao: hi princess iron-fan! ^^ Hibana: "Hello, new person~" *pats Relan's shoulder--a bit too hard* ???: *siiigh* can we get this over with? Hibana: "...Okay, Relan and Captain Sunshine over there get to do 100 push-ups while Gabriella states your training objectives." Relan: D8> ???: *siiigh* fantastic. Kishiri: "LOL." vivian: hehehehe~ Hibana: "And 200 for Kishiri." Kishiri: Q_Q shinra: *smirk* Hibana: *studies the newbies while Gabriella begins--* gabriella: alright, we'll start by two against two combat practice. Yotsuba: ^w^ Arthur: *nods* tamaki: .... (something about this girl....really ticks me the eff off....) Hibana: "Let's see...Tamaki against the new girl--" tamaki: D8< Yotsuba: "Yotsuba, ma'am! Huge fan! I've been following your designs since the Milan show." Hibana: "..." *looks at Gabiella* "Mark her as a favorite." tamaki: D 8 < Yotsuba: *stands in the battle ring...just standing, not even in a fighting pose* ^w^ tamaki: heh, ok madame sparkles, lets do this. *assumes stance* Yotsuba: "Wonderful! I'm thrilled to get to learn from this engagement with you!" tamaki: *charges* Yotsuba: *still standing there* ^w^ tamaki: *jumps up* Yotsuba: *not moving* ^w^ tamaki: (hmm?) *catwheel cartwheel* Yotsuba: *still not moving--until the last second, when she quick steps out of the path* tamaki: O_O *CRASH* Yotsuba: "Ouchie! I almost felt that..." tamaki: >~< Hibana: "Point Yotsuba! Tamaki, get back in there." tamaki: *glares back at yotsuba* Yotsuba: ^w^ "I thought that looked pretty good. But maybe next time gauge the distance better--" tamaki: you totally moved out of the way! DX< Yotsuba: "I know--it was impressive, right? I'm so lucky I had great teachers at the 1st to help me improve my innate talents, like Commander Burns--" tamaki: -_-# Yotsuba: "And everyone is just so invested in helping me! Like, watch this--" *she seems to disappear immediately* tamaki: ??? *Something lands lightly on Tamaki's head* tamaki: ?! *It's a flower crown* Yotsuba: ^w^ Hibana: *shiny eyes* tamaki:..... (she's really getting on my nerves...) shinra:..well tamaki seems to be making friends. Arthur: "...What even is her ability? Super-speed? Pre-cognition? Witchcraft? Witch. Must be a witch." Relan: *panting, struggling with pushups* Kishiri: *muttering* ???: how annoying. Yotsuba: "But I guess I should wrap this up, so--" *grabs Tamaki by her index finger* tamaki: ?? Yotsuba: *flips Tamaki over, gracefully, and out of the ring--* tamaki: X-X she cant be human...there's no way she's even human.... Yotsuba: *spins, does a peace sign pose* "I'm just lucky!" Hibana: OwO "Can we adopt her?" tamaki: oh i'll show YOU LUCKY- *trip* oh no.... *faceplant with her ass in the air* Yotsuba: OwO; "Oooo~" Arthur: ._. shinra: talk about making an ass of yourself. *sweatdrop* tamaki: TT_TT# (i will murder all of you in your sleep) -elsewhere- Q: T_T higuchi: you ok? Q: "I'm lonely..." higuchi: you have us, dont you? Q: "Yeah...But I miss Aya." higuchi:....*pap pap* Q: *sniffs, rubs his eyes* "We're stuck here..." higuchi: im sure it'll blow over soon. *smiles* Q: Q___Q "Really?" higuchi: yeah. Q: "O-Okay..." -elsewhere- Kafka: *walking, grumbling* -looks like it's about to rain soon- Kafka: "Shoot...I didn't bring my umbrella..." *looks around* -there is an awning nearby at a shop- Kafka: "..." *stands underneath* -there is a fancy pair of shoes in the window- Kafka: "???" -they seem pretty fancy- Kafka: "..." -in his thoughts- {Kafka: "Here you are."} {etta: aww, how sweet! *cheek smooch*} {Kafka: ^\\\\^ "Only the best...for you."} {etta: hehe~<3 } {Kafka: "I want to give you the world...because you deserve that happiness."} {etta: aw, franzy...} {Kafka: "..." *leans in--*} Kafka: -3- girl: is that guy kissing a window? girl 2: weirdo. Kafka: O\\\\O "..." T\\\\T -later- Kafka: *reaches the door--soaking wet* -___- george: ... ._.; Kafka: *grumbling* "First those brats prank me, then I get kicked out to a walk, can't even buy shoes--then I don't have my umbrella--" george: rough day? Kafka: *snipes* "Who asked you?" george: OxO; Kafka: "..." *marches to his room, leaving wet shoe-prints down the hall* george:....whats eating him? Walter: *pops up* "That's just the kind of guy Kafka is." george: hm... Kafka: *locks himself in his room* "..." Walter: "Come to think of it, I haven't heard Kafka call any family..." george: ..... Walter: "...Hey, George? You like pudding?" george: yeah, why? Walter: "Let's make pudding treats!" george: oh, ok. Walter: ^w^ "Kafka will love them..." -elsewhere- lydia: ......*staring at her drink* *Everything is quiet in the building* lydia:.....*sigh* ......*walks back to her room* Gogol: *humming* lydia: ....<kolya.> Gogol: <Yo yo yo!> lydia: *rubs her eyes* pleasant evening, i take? Gogol: <As good as it can be. You?> lydia: <could have been better. just thinking a lot.> Gogol: <??? About...?> lydia: <what im going to do after finding the book...> Gogol: <Ah...Maybe go home?> lydia: .....<you do know why i joined the rats, right?> Gogol: <Do I? Likely. But tell me anyway.> lydia: <there's someone important to me i want to save.> Gogol: <All this for a loved one?> lydia: *nod* <she means the world to me.> Gogol: <...Hmm. And Dossy knows this?> lydia:....*she nods* i was by her side in the hospital when he contacted me... Gogol: "...He does that sort of thing." lydia: he offered to save her if i joined him. though i have been considering a second wish for the book..... Gogol: "Oh?" lydia: the first would be to save her from her coma......the second....i might use to erase her memories of me. Gogol: "...Why..." lydia: *removing her mask* it's my fault that she's in this coma to begin with. because she got close, she got hurt. I’ve done so many terrible things for her sake, my hands are too stained with blood. If she knew what I had done, she’d undoubtedly hate me. I don’t want to be a burden to her. Maybe it would be for the best if she forgot about me, even if it hurts so much. I want her to live a life without suffering. Gogol: "..." *sighs* lydia: ... Gogol: "Before doing something so drastic, perhaps actually say goodbye to her first." lydia: *sad chuckle* that's just the thing. i'm scared to face her again. that sounds pretty pathetic, right? perhaps im just doing this to punish myself. im not sure. but as long as i can know she's alright, then i'd be glad, even if it meant erasing my own worthless existence... Gogol: "...Is that what you want?" lydia: ....im only considering her wellbeing...i dont want for her to get hurt again because of my actions. Gogol: "Hmm...Too bad you can't wish to just change your past." lydia: ...i have no desire to change what has happened to me. Gogol: "...All for her, then?" lydia: *she nods* Gogol: "...Admirable." lydia: ...*wipes her eyes* Gogol: "...Well, sleep will help figure this out." lydia:....right.... -elsewhere- Takehisa: "Let's hope they learn something during this exercise." miwa: *nods* Takehisa: "That gives time to handle some other tasks around here." *opens a closet* "I have repairs to finish." miwa: need any help from us? Takehisa: "Since Vulcan is busy, yes, I could. I'm going to check the furnace. Could you check which lighting fixtures are broken?" miwa: sure thing. serina: need us to do anything? sayu: ^u^ Takehisa: "Hmm...We have paperwork that hasn't been signed. Could you check the mail in that pile, and anything that needs the commander's signature, set it aside?" serina: *nods* nayumi: i'll help iris with cleaning out the chapel area. Takehisa: *nods* "Thank you." -elsewhere- Rin: "Ow..." konekomaru: *patching him up* Bon: "It's like training a dog..." konekomaru: ^^; Rin: "I thought it was a good idea at the time...How was I supposed to know the speed?!" Yukio: -_-# "You could have died, if not for your abilities--and hard head..." *takes off his glasses...looks in the water* "..." konekomaru: .....?? Yukio: "..." *sighs, splashes water on his face* Rin: "??? Yo, bro..." Yukio: "Hmm?" Rin: "..." *shove* Yukio: O_o "?!" *SPLASH* konekomaru: rin, come on! *chuckle* Bon: ._. "..." *snort* Yukio: *soaking wet* -_____- "At least my glasses weren't tossed in...However--" Rin: "???" Yukio: *grabs Rin's arm--and flips him into the water* Rin: O______O "WAIT! I HATE GETTING--" *SPLASH* konekomaru: ^^; stocking: *whistling* Izumo: "???" seiya: ?? is something wrong, izumo? Izumo: "Just...thinking. It would be nice to have...to have spent this time with my..." seiya:....*pat pat* it'd be best not to dwell on the past. she's safe, isnt she? Izumo: "...I hope..." seiya:... *pap pap* Izumo: "Th-Thanks..." stocking: hey, we're here for you, ok? shiemi: *nod* Izumo: "..." *sniff* "I-I know that!" T\\\T *looks away* shiemi:...*hug* Izumo: T~T *hug* -elsewhere- Relan: *groans* T~T Arthur: *bandaging his arm* mikami: everyone alright? tamaki: *in full cast, grumbling* Kishiri: *holding tissue to his nose* "Is it broken?" Q_Q Yotsuba: ^w^ "So much fun! I can't wait for tomorrow for more training!" vivian: *in a medic's uniform, patching him up* it's just fine, torry~<3 tamaki: *glaring daggers at yotsuba* Kishiri: =\\\\= "Thank you..." vivian: hehehe~<3 Yotsuba: *holds up cups of hot cocoa* "I made cocoa! With my own special recipe..." tao: yay! tamaki: (i swear, she's doing this on purpose! DID BURNS HIRE HER JUST TO SPITE ME?!) Yotsuba: "Here you go, Tamaki~" ^w^ tamaki: *muffled annoyance* Yotsuba: "I could give you a straw..." tamaki: *GLAAAARE* shinra: it's like she's the anti-tamaki... tamaki: <SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, KUSAKABE!> Yotsuba: OwO;;; "Um...Did I do something to offend her, Shinra?" shinra: dont worry, she's like this all the time (more so than usual today...) Yotsuba: "D'aw...I'm sure tomorrow will be even better! I look forward to making friendships with all of you! We can even share treats, play video games on my new Switch, I can have my private driver pick us up--" vivian: you have a chauffeur too?? OvO Yotsuba: "I won one in a lottery." ^w^ mikami: they do that in lotteries now? tamaki: <OH OF COURSE SHE DID!> Yotsuba: "Lucky, I guess~" Relan: "...Shinra. What is even happening?" shinra: some weird gag most likely. tao: ~? shinra: best not to think about it too much. ???: ugh, how annoying. can you guys just shut up, i want to sleep already. and maybe die. that'd be great. Arthur: "??? ...Do you know Mr. Aizawa?" ???: who? Arthur: "...Nevermind." *polishes his hilt* ryuuko: for now, lets all get some rest, we're gonna need it..... -elsewhere- Kid: *baking a cake* "..." -elsewhere- twain: hey steinbeck? owo Steinbeck: "What?" twain: did you ever have any childhood crushes? owo Steinbeck: "...I guess." twain: liiiiiike? Steinbeck: "I-I don't know...There were cute people in my neighborhood when I was younger..." twain: oooooh. 7u7 Steinbeck: "..." {Steinbeck: "..." *small noise* } {girl: ?? what's with him?} {rosasharn: john? are you alright?} {ma steinbeck: ??} {Steinbeck: "N-Nothing!" >\\\\< } twain: bet you want to know who my childhood crush was, right? 7u7 Steinbeck: *serious face, crying* "I could not care less." twain: well, when i was like, 8 or something, i had the huuuugest crush on the town judge's daughter, becky thatcher. she was like, the prettiest girl i'd seen like, ever. and i was certain we were gonna get married and stuff like that. not sure where she is now. probably in university for all i know. Steinbeck: "...I'm not one to advocate creepy online stalking, but why not search online for her? She may be an ace student, or a famous journalist, or a mass murderer--" twain: eh, kinda keeping my options open, y'know? Steinbeck: "...Yeah. Wide open." twain: 'sides, those 'find old classmates online' ads are almost always scams. Steinbeck: "...I guess." *looks out the window* twain:...thinkin' bout someone? Steinbeck: "Just...thinking. That's all. ...All." twain: sure, steinbeck. -morning- Rin: *huddled under blankets* -3- "And they still aren't dried, even overnight..." konekomaru: *asleep* Bon: *packing* konekomaru: *yawn* are we heading home soon? Bon: "At least to the next stop along the way home..." Yukio: *buttoning his shirt* konekomaru: *nod* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *grumbling, shaking in bed* -chuuya....- Chuuya: "N-No..." -it hurts so much. i cant breathe...- Chuuya: "H-Hang on...I'll help..." -she's bleeding all over and screaming- Chuuya: *reaches out his hand* "NO!!" *sits up in bed with a lurch--covered in sweat* "..." *pants* -silence- -the space next to him is empty as it always is- Chuuya: "..." *covers his face* “…” *whimpers, whines* -the door creaks open a slight bit- sonia: papa? mito: *mew* Chuuya: "..." *lowers his hands, smiles* "Yes, Sonia?" sonia: are you ok? Chuuya: "...Just a bad dream." sonia:....do you want a hug? Chuuya: "...That'd be kind." sonia: *hug* mito: *nuzzle* Chuuya: *hug, pat pat* sonia: i love you a lot, papa. Chuuya: "I know...I love you, too." sonia: ....aunt higuchi's making breakfast... Chuuya: *smiles* "Then that should be delicious, right?" sonia: *nod* Chuuya: "Give me a minute, okay?" sonia: ok... Chuuya: *watches her exit...hugs a pillow* "..." -...- Chuuya: "...I'm doing my best..." -...- Chuuya: "..." *sighs...* *sets the pillow back* -elsewhere- Hibana: "Good morning~!" tamaki: -_____- shinra: you look like a bit of a mess. tao: is it cause of miss sparkles? shinra: *chuckle* Relan: *small smile* *humming is heard from the kitchen* tamaki: laugh it up, you guys.... mikami: she's already awake.... ryuuko:...im beginning to lose certainty of her humanity. *sweatdrop* Hibana: "And she's making all of us breakfast! And it looks divine..." gabriella: ^^; Yotsuba: *humming, making fresh whipped cream* "The muffins are all ready!" *the muffins are...sparkling* Relan: "..." *LOUD STOMACH GROWL* shinra: good god they multiplied overnight! tamaki: *ELBOWS HIM* shinra: ow. Yotsuba: "They have different fruit fillings, too!" *pours hot chocolate, adds whipped cream* "Tamaki, I even made some of those little fish-shaped pastries that Mr. Fulham told me you like~" tamaki: ^^# why. thank. you. Yotsuba: ^w^ *sits next to Hibana* Hibana: ^w^ "Okay, troops, eat well, because today--" *evil face* "YOU MAY DIE." Relan: *half-way into a muffin* "..." Q____Q ???: good. hanako: D8> mama, she's in my seat! Hibana: "Yes, Yotsuba..." *DEATH GLARE* "MOVE." Yotsuba: OwO;;;;; "..." *quickly gets up, sits behind Tamaki* tamaki:....*smirk* Kishiri: "...Boss Lady, when you say 'die'--" takeru: *shaking...causing a mini earthquake in the room* Hibana: "Death. Demise. Expire. Six feet under. Dead as a door nail. Deader than disco-- ...Holy crap, is he causing that?" Relan: "C-Calm down, T-Takeru..." shinra: takeru. inhale. takeru: *INHAAALEEEE....*breathes out* i-im ok.... Relan: ^^;;; *pat pat* -elsewhere- Magaki: *sipping tea* otogiri: how is it? Magaki: "..." *small smile* "Good." himawari: *smiles* thank you. Magaki: "Was it from the garden?" himawari: *she nods* i've been learning how to make new blends. Magaki: "That's impressive." himawari: *smiles* Magaki: "Do you use these in other meals?" -elsewhere- Izumo: "..." *looks outside* shiemi: *packing* seiya: this was an enjoyable trip. *smiles* Izumo: "...I suppose so..." Shura: *passed out* *snore* stocking:....*nudge nudge* shura? Shura: *grumble* "Booz..." stocking: -___-; *sigh* -elsewhere- Fukuzawa: "...Is this really necessary?" yosano: it's a formal occasion. kirako: plus a suit is quite becoming on you. ^^ Fukuzawa: "Hmph. Very well." naomi: ^^ -outside, atsushi and aya are training with kunikida- Kunikida: "You know what to do? Then come at me." atsushi: *charges* Kunikida: "..." *shifts his weight* aya: *jumps in from behind* Kunikida: *turns* atsushi: *TACKLE* Kunikida: *knocked down, lies back* "..." atsush: yes! aya: woot! -they do a little victory dance- *Then something knocks them both in the head* aya + atsushi: X-X Kunikida: *holding a handful of acorns* "What did I say about keeping an eye on downed opponents?" aya: Q3Q atsushi: TT,TT; Kunikida: *sighs* "At least you got me down." atsushi: *smile* Kunikida: "Now, what did you get wrong?" aya: keep an eye on a downed opponent? Kunikida: *nods* "What else? For example, Aya, notice your watch is missing--" aya: but i dont even have a watch- Kunikida: "..." *looks at the watch in his hand* "...Then whose--" atsushi: *points* Kafka: *collapsed on the ground nearby* X____X *he's missing a watch...and a shoe* Kunikida: "... ... ..." *stares at Atsushi* "Get a shovel." atsushi: D8> -elsewhere- Jakob: "??? Where's everyone?" george: they said they were out doing errands. Jakob: -3- "Boring...Need a game to play." george:.....alright, how about 'two truths and a lie'? Jakob: "Ooooooh! Sure!" wilhelm: im first! i own a slingshot, im the older brother, and im a student. george: im guessing the older brother thing is the lie? Jakob: >w< "He got you!" wilhelm: =3= that was too easy. george: alright. i lived in england, i've been inside a submarine, and im a girl. Jakob: "Hmm..." *looks at Wilhelm* "The submarine thing. No one uses submarines nowadays." wilhelm: you sure? george:...you guessed it. wilhelm:....so wait, you're a girl?....huh. george: ^^; Jakob: "Why the secret?" george: *shrug* i guess i just decided to take on a new identity after leaving home. even if i dont consider myself being a guy, i do enjoy the facade. wilhelm: understandable. jakob's disguised himself as a girl lots of times. Jakob: >\\\\\< george: huh.....well, there's pudding from last night in the kitchen. you two hungry? wilhelm: yes please! Leroux: ^w^ etta: *shivers* c-cold down here TT3TT hans: its not that far now... Leroux: "You saw some of them before?" hans: i think. i do recall a rather tall woman, a shorter woman, and a strange man with a bowlcut... *BOOM* hans: !!! etta: EEK! >A< hans: *peeks past the wall* *Someone walks through the blast* ???: "MY BOWL CUT IS NOT STRANGE!" hans: ??? etta: OxO *Motojiro emerges* Leroux: "...Are those...lemons?" etta: what even is this place? hans: hello? we're the group the agency told you about? Motojiro: "..." *looks back* "How can we confirm they're who they claim to be?" hans: *hands him a document* hirotsu:...hmm....seems to check out. etta: w-we even made ID cards. OvO;;; *shows hers* Leroux: "Hmm...Some of Walter's glitter got on mine..." katya: whatchu guys even want from us? hans: we're here to talk to you about our alliance- hirotsu: so we've heard. Leroux: ^w^ "Have you decided?" hirotsu: what do you have to offer us? hans: we have a large accommodation to your numbers. and you will be kept protected within our residence. and food and showers and such will be provided. hirotsu: hmmm...and what is it you want from us? Leroux: "Well, you do have an awful lot of people..." hirotsu:.... hans: think of it this way, do you really want to stay hidden in a smelly old tunnel? Leroux: "And can be some assistance in the combat side..." hirotsu:......very well. we just have one request. a certain member has to be kept under strict lock and key at all times due to...rather complicated circumstances. hans: that can be arranged. Leroux: ^w^ "Yay! Neighbors!" hirotsu: *shakes hans' hand* it will be a pleasure working with you, ma'am. everyone. pack up and roll out. Leroux: OwO "...Old people say 'roll out'?" hirotsu:... 7///7; naoya said i had to 'get with it'. Leroux: ^w^ "Understood, sir!" -elsewhere- Lily: *sleeps* "Zzz..." misono: *taking notes* Kuro: *poke* "Give me your notes..." misono: -,-; dont you have your own? Kuro: "Just comparing to make sure I got all of it..." *his notes only have his name on it* misono: ... -elsewhere- hyakuya: *stares at her paper* ..... {hyakuya: *trembling*} {yuuichiro: AKANE RUN!} {hyakuya: ah-} {yuuichiro: JUST RUN DAMMIT!} {hyakuya: *tears in her eyes, taking off into a sprint down into the tunnels*} hyakuya: ......*sniff* *rubs her eyes* ???: "Here." *holds a tissue* hyakuya: i-im fine! TnT Yoichi: "Just...trying to help." ^^; hyakuya:.................................YOICHI!!! *HUGS*.... 7///7; g-glad you're here. i'll be sure to let shinoa and mitsuba kno- mitsuba: already on it. shinoa: the gang's all back together again, fufu ^^ Yoichi: "Y-Yeah." ^^;;;; "Little tight..." hyakuya: *lets go* wait, all? mitsuba: kimizuki's here too. hyakuya: ... =-=# faaaantastic. just what i freaking needed. Yoichi: "Just...hang in there..." hyakuya: 7,7 -elsewhere- Kafka: *walking down the street, missing a shoe* T~T *spots the HQ* "...This is going to be embarrassing..." -elsewhere- Hibana: *blows a whistle* "Faster! Lift those legs!" tamaki: *jogging* tao: *sprint jumping* takeru: *pant pant* >~< Yotsuba: *practically skipping* ^w^ Relan: *catching up from behind* Arthur: *galloping like a Monty Python horse* ???: *still at the start line* Yotsuba: "..." *doesn't turn around, looks forward--and side-steps* ???: *KO'D* fuck... Yotsuba: "Ouchie." ^w^ Relan: Q_Q "Scary..." Kishiri: *panting* "Ugh..." Hibana: "Move it, move it! You'll get your reward later--so move!" -elsewhere- Yohei: "Kepuri, hold Toru for a bit--" Kepuri: "?! Wait, what--" Yohei: *ties his shoelaces* Kepuri: -_-# toru: *staaare* Kepuri: "...What are you staring at?" toru: babwa! ^u^ Kepuri: "...'Babwa'? What is 'babwa'?" toru: *baby babble* chie: i can take him from here. ^^; Kepuri: -\\\\- "Thank goodness..." *hands Toru to Chie* chie: hey sweetie~ were you good for aunt kepuri? toru: babwa! chie: *giggles and pokes his nose* ^^ toru: *laughs* Kepuri: "..." >\\\\> Yohei: "He's a happy boy..." nea:....kepuriiiin, are you considering children? Kepuri: "I am nowhere ready to deal with babies, messes, the cost--the pain of child birth...How even parent?" nea:.... 737; Kepuri: "What about you?" nea: *whistling* Shinoda: .////. -elsewhere- Giriko: "Yo, Priest! Yo...Um..." oriko: ~? justin: good afternoon, giriko. ^^ anna: chitty pweest! Justin: O_O Giriko: ^^; oriko: ?? anna: ^o^ chitty pweest! chitty pweest! Giriko: "Kids say the darndest things..." Justin: ^-^;;;;;;;;;; oriko: ~?? Justin: ^^; "Giriko...Why is she talking like that?" Giriko: "Blame Kirika." kirika: *laughing too hard* Justin: *sweatdrop* -elsewhere- Karim: "Raise it a bit higher..." pearl: *doing so* Karim: "Okay...Now, what do you feel right now?" pearl: alright for the most part. Karim: "Do you notice any stress when you raise it?" pearl: a bit of tension on my hand, but that's about it. Karim: "Hmmm...How about emotionally?" pearl: fine, i think. Karim: "...What powers up your flame?" pearl: what do you mean? Karim: "Well, some people increase their flame when they feel happy, or sad, or angry..." pearl: i never really thought about it. Karim: "Well...Maybe think about something that makes you happy and see what happens?" pearl: ...... *FEWM* .-.; Karim: "...Okay, so happy thoughts help. Interesting...Guess keep thinking about them for a bit." pearl: .////. r-right... -elsewhere- Anya: *flipping through an old yearbook* rowena: ?? Anya: "...Rowena, what do you know about previous students?" rowena: i havent really looked into it. Anya: "...Tsugumi is still researching, based on research from a...departed student. But I think it's hitting a wall, so I'm seeing whether there were other halberds or their meisters. ' rowena: hmm. -elsewhere- elizaveta: ... *There's the sound of metal hitting metal, like someone stacking...plates? Cans?* elizaveta: *peeeek* Gogol: *quickly shoves something into his coat* *hums* elizaveta: OvO~? Gogol: <Ah, there you are.> *smiles* <What are you up to?> elizaveta: <iii dunnoooo. stuff?> Gogol: <Hey, me too!> *closes his cloak* <I have to finish something, so can you give me five minutes?> elizaveta: ok. *waves leila's hand and walks out* ~^^ Gogol: *waves...when she is out of view, he frowns...* "..." ("Just keep to the plan...") -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "..." Gin: "Is this a good idea?" naoya: well, it's really our best option right now, all things considered. Gin: "I understand. Yet we know little about these people--and it feels like moving from...this 'prison' to another one." naoya: hey, on the bright side, they have food and showers. Gin: "...Good. Some people here have smelled awful." Tachihara: "FUCK YOU!" Akutagawa: *picks up Tachihara by the ankle* katya: so what do we know about this goat guy? Tachihara: Q_Q "...He's an animal-human hybrid?" Gin: *smack* "Stop listening to stupid people." katya: WANNA FIGHT?! leo: i believe she meant goethe. katya: what lev said. Motojiro: "Oh! The one with those people in Germany! He killed a child abuser." higuchi:....wow. katya: why does he want to form this alliance anyway? Motojiro: "He is an ability user..." katya: so? higuchi: he wants to form this alliance to stop dostoyevsky. katya: im in. pushkin: that was a fast answer. Motojiro: OwO; "That easy?" katya: im down for anything if it means taking that backstabbing sack of feces down several hundred pegs. Akutagawa: "...Sounds good." higuchi:...you still arent over that, are you? katya: NOPE. Motojiro: ^w^ "I'll start packing!" Tachihara: *blood all flowing to his head* =~= -elsewhere- Kafka: "...How? How are we even going to fit that many people in here?" goethe: we have a lot of rooms. like, loads. Kafka: "Since when?! I have looked at the floor plans--" Walter: *flips a page--spreading out a much larger blueprint of the building* Kafka: "... ... ...SHUT UP!" Walter: "I said nothing!" -elsewhere- Hibana: ^w^ "There! Now wasn't that a successful training day?" Yotsuba: *sparkling and smiling* "Oh, yes, Commander! Thank you for today's lessons!" Relan: *collapsed, face-down* X___X tamaki: Q_Q Arthur: *clothes torn* "...I think one of the Angels bit me." shinra: *faceplant'd* Kishiri: *mindlessly chewing on gum...shivering* "N-Never again..." Hibana: *claps her hands* "Well, time for your reward~" vivian: OvO Hibana: "We ladies will enjoy some time in the baths and spa this evening." Kishiri: *at attention* "HOT." tamaki: *about to punch him* Hibana: *holds up buckets and toothbrushes* "While you boys continue your training by scrubbing the toilets~" tamaki: oh. Kishiri: D8> Relan: *sad angry quiet scream* shinra: that seems a bit rude, ma'am, with all due respect Hibana: "I'm kidding! Mostly. You can go use the boys' baths down the hall." Yotsuba: *claps* "Yay! Tamaki, we can bond and discuss training, the First, how to improve your jumps--" tamaki: (i'd rather be scrubbing toilets.) -elsewhere- Haumea: "...So, he's a masochist, right?" kagu-tsuchi: ?? whom do you refer to? Haumea: "Charon. He just keeps having everyone punching him. One big beefy man after another big beefy man punching him..." kagu-tsuchi: ..... guruna: *yaaaawn* pass thanks. Haumea: "In any case, the noise is getting in the way of me listening to radio waves, so..." *presses a hand against the wall--plasma shoots through into Charon's training room and--* Man 1: "AAAAH!" *clutching his head, falls* Men 2, 3, 4, etc: *also all fall* Haumea: "..." =w= "Ah, silence." guruna: ._. kagu-tsuchi: .... -elsewhere- Lucy: "Jeez, he messed you up good." atsushi: T~T; Lucy: "..." *small smirk* "At least you're alive, aren't you? Regeneration is a heck of an ability." atsushi: yeah......*looks at lucy* ..... .///. Lucy: "??? What's wrong?" atsushi: you're just really cute. >///< Lucy: O\\\\\O "WHERE ON PRINCE EDWARD'S ISLAND DID THAT COME FROM?!" atsushi: .////. its true though. Lucy: >\\\\< "Well, yes, but...but...You're cute, too!" *pouts* atsushi:... ^////^ Lucy: "..." *hug, cuddle* atsushi: *huuug*....... .////. Lucy: "..." .\\\\\. "...You..." atsushi: >///< *leans in* Lucy: "..." *closes her eyes...brushes her lips against his* -kiss- atsushi: *shivers, tail twitching* =/////////////= Lucy: "Mmm..." *her arms wrap around his lower back* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "...That is too adorable." kirei: ^^ hinata: we're gonna be flower girls! hikage: flower girls! Benimaru: "And I'm sure you will do great." *head pats* hinata + hikage: ^^ -elsewhere- Izumo: *nodding off* "Mmm..." seiya: well, here's your place stocking. stocking: thanks. *takes her luggage* i had fun. ^^ *enters* kid im ho- Kid: *tackle-hug* >w< "Stocking!" stocking: ^^ *head pats* im home, sweetie. Kid: *purrs* =w= "Was it a good trip?" stocking: it was nice. *kiss* Kid: *smooch* "Good...How were the others?" *cuddles* -elsewhere- Hyde: *holding up his hands* "...Dude. This is a mistake. I can't open the freaking cash register without the manager being here--" licht: -_-; Robber: "Shut up! Crack open the register if you have to!" Hyde: -____-# *glances at Licht* "Thieves aren't getting any smarter, are they?" licht:...*proceeds to wreck the thief's shit* Hyde: *smiles, leans back, gets back to sipping his soda* "Just don't knock into the can display. Took me forever to get it to look like Mega Man." licht: i have become the savior of this establishment *poses* because i am an archangel sent from the heavens above. Hyde: "..." *taps button on his phone for applause to start playing* -elsewhere- Poe: *sets flowers around the room* =w= karl: *resting on his shoulder* Poe: *inhales* "It's like a garden in our home~" lana: *smiles* ghost: it sure brightens the place up a bit. so nostalgic~ Poe: "Yes, it does." *smiles at the ghost* "You had flowers here before?" ghost: in life, yes. *sad smile* Poe: "..." *nods* "Is there anything to do to help make our home more suitable to you?" -elsewhere- Relan: *practically passed out in the bath* =\\\\\\= "I could stay here forever..." shinra: *snuggle* =////= takeru: .-. Relan: =w= Arthur: *scrubbing his hair* Kishiri: "...Okay. I got to ask. Are you two happy?" shinra: *smiles* yeah. Relan: *nods* Kishiri: "..." *sighs* "What the heck? I didn't see myself in a relationship. Didn't see any of us in relationships...How did we luck out?” takeru: .~. shinra: *shrug* life's unpredictable like that i guess. Arthur: *washes his hair, steps into the bath* "Yes. Before, I was pursued by that loud blonde crazy girl--and now she's dating Juggernaut. How is she, by the way?" takeru: she's doing well i-i think. Arthur: "...That's good. It keeps her away from me." -_-; tae-hyun: 7_7 Relan: ^^; "She seems nice. You have any anniversary coming up?" -elsewhere- Hibana: =w= "Nothing better than reclining with numerous beautiful ladies~" Yotsuba: *blows bubble bath* "Yay!" *it's sparkling* gabriella: this is nice. tao: *swimming* vivian: uvu tamaki: =_= Hibana: "Yes--minus the glitter bomb--" Yotsuba: "What glitter bomb?" Hibana: "..." *turns to Vivian* "How's your commander doing?" vivian: commander huang's been doing well. Hibana: "...She still a hard-nosed pain in the butt?" Yotsuba: *swims over and sits close to Tamaki* ^w^ tamaki: -____- -elsewhere- Rin: "We're home!" kyouko: welcome back! madoka: ^^ momo sakura: hey guys! Rin: "Hee hee..." *picks up Momo* momo sakura: ^u^ -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Okay, suitcase is opened. Put all in there." sonia: *packing things up* Chuuya: "May need the cat carrier--" mito: *mew* Chuuya: *strokes her* "It'll be okay..." mito: *purrrr* Chuuya: *opens his suitcase...* "..." *There's a ring box...* Chuuya: "..." *holds the box* sonia: *watches* Chuuya: "..." *holds it close* sonia: ..... Chuuya: "..." *small choke* sonia: *hug* Chuuya: "..." *pat pat* "Thank you." -elsewhere- elizaveta: *sitting in a chair, swinging her legs* Ivan: "???" <What are you doing?> elizaveta: <waiting.> Ivan: <For what?> elizaveta: <kolya said he was gonna show me something cool> Ivan: <Oh!> *looks down the hall* ???: *humming* elizaveta: *peeeek* Gogol: ^w^ elizaveta: oooh, cool! Gogol: <Glad you like it!> elizaveta: *HUG* ^w^ *It's a doll in a dress that looks similar to Gogol's usual outfit* Gogol: <You're gonna take good care of her, yes?> elizaveta: *nod nod* look leila, you have a friend! Leila: "..." Gogol: "What will you name your new friend?" elizaveta: hmmmm... i'll think of something. Gogol: ^w^ elizaveta: how about nina? Gogol: "Lovely!" lydia:... *faint smile* Gogol: "I have to finish some tasks--want to play in an hour?" elizaveta: ok! ^u^ Gogol: ^w^ -elsewhere- Hibana: "Good night, sweetie." *forehead smooch* hanako: zzzz Hibana: "..." *strokes her head* -morning- Kid: =w= "Zzz..." stocking: *snuggle* mmm kid... Kid: *hug* *yawns* "Morning..." stocking: *kiss* Kid: "Mmm~" *smooch* -elsewhere- zoey: ....*stares at the calendar. its her birthday*..... *It sounds like noise in the kitchen* zoey:.....*looks over* Gogol: *stirring batter* ^w^ <Cupcakes, cupcakes...> elizaveta: ^^ zoey: ....... Gogol: <Got any candles?> elizaveta: yessir! Gogol: *opens the oven, slides the batter-in-cupcake shells inside* *turns* "...Oh, hey." *waves at Zoey* "Ready?" zoey: *stare* elizaveta: ^u^ Gogol: "...Well, Zoey, you sitting or what? They'll be ready in a minute." zoey:... *takes a seat* *He serves the cupcakes with candles in them* zoey: *stare* lydia: happy birthday. yana: *blows a party blower* *Ivan is locked in a room with some reading materials* Ivan: "..." *turns the book around* "???" Gogol: ^w^ "Surprised?" zoey:....*sad nom* Gogol: "...How's the baby?" zoey:...*rubs her stomach* Gogol: "That well, huh?" zoey: .....*nod* Gogol: "Need anything? Medicine? Kidnapping?" zoey: i want master here..... Gogol: "...Yeah. I think a lot of us do." *looks at Yana* yana: ...... Gogol: "I'm sure he'll be out soon enough..." lydia:....*looks at the door ivan is behind* Ivan: <I can't make any sense of this...Reads like a child put it together.> lydia: <vanya?> Ivan: "??? Huh? Yes?" lydia: are you alright? Ivan: "Yes--just looking at these odd books Gogol lent me." *looks* "What's going on out there?" lydia: serving birthday treats, mostly. Ivan: "Oh! Whose birthday?" lydia:.....the medic's. Gogol: ^w^ *offers Elizaveta another cupcake* "Just be sure to blow out the candle first before--* *BOOM* Gogol: O_O; elizaveta: owo zoey: ..... Ivan: *LOUD SCREAMING* elizaveta: *covers ears* lydia: *holding him back* Ivan: *loud growls* zoey: ..... yana: oh boy. Gogol: "I left him books to keep him occupied! Why did you open the dragon's jail?!" lydia: ivan, please calm down. -_-; Ivan: <WHY DOES SHE STILL HAVE BIRTHDAYS?! DON'T YOU JUST GET OLD AND DIE?!> lydia: she's 25. *sweatdrop* Ivan: <SHE'S LIVED LONG ENOUGH!> Gogol: *reaches into the oven, takes out a cupcake--and shoves it into Ivan's mouth* Ivan: "?!! What flavor is--" *The cupcake sprays knockout gas in Ivan's face* Ivan: "..." *collapses* =w= elizaveta: knocked out! Gogol: "You may ask why I have a knockout grenade shaped like a cupcake. The real question is, why don't you?" lydia: ....*sweatdrop* -elsewhere- Izumo: *walking to class* konekomaru: morning izumo. Izumo: "Oh, good morning, Konekomaru. How are you?" konekomaru: doing well. Izumo: "You're here without your other half?" konekomaru: bon's in class already. Izumo: "...Well, that's punctual." konekomaru: well, we better get going in now. Izumo: "...I-I guess..." Bon: "??? The heck's with you?" Izumo: "Shut up!" Bon: "Don't get all pissy at me!" Izumo: "Don't be an asshole!" Rin: "..." *whispers to Konekomaru* "Is this a mating ritual or something?")) konekomaru: *shrug* -elsewhere- Gopher: "Going to need a new shirt for the spring..." eibon: *nod* Gopher: "Maybe new shoes..." *looks to his sister* "How about you?" -elsewhere- sonia: *looking around* Q: OwO; "...Biiiiiiiiiiiig..." sonia: *following chuuya closely* george:....so those are the new kids, huh? Chuuya: "..." *staring at the walls* ("Odd art...") Jakob: "...That kid looks colorful." wilhelm: are they even real? Jakob: "Not sure...Why is that one kid wearing a hat?" Chuuya: "...?!" -_-# sonia: ??? george: im pretty sure he's a teenager. Chuuya: T_T# Jakob: "Get out...What about the little kid with the sour puss--" katya: *russian profanities* pushkin: *holding her back* ._.;;; Jakob: OwO;;;; <What even are those noises...> leo:....she's 27 years old. wilhelm: 0_0 Jakob: "...Is she cursed?" katya: YOU WANNA GO? leo: <katya, dont fight children.> katya: =n=# pushkin: do you want something to eat, kati? katya: *grunt* pushkin: ok. ^^ *drags her to get some lunch* katya: =.= Jakob: *hiding behind Wilhelm* O~O "What was Goethe thinking..." Q: *spots Jakob, Wilhelm, and George* "..." sonia: *staaaare* george:...hi. Q: *waves* "Hello." Jakob: "...The Mafia has kids?" sonia: *she nods* im sonia, and this is Q. Jakob: "...I'm Jakob. This is my brother Wilhelm. And this is George." george: hey. *wave* leo: well, the children are getting along well. hans: seems so. Motojiro: "What is their schooling?" hans: well, i am their instructor here. Motojiro: "Oh! I've been Q and Sonia's teacher! They're so great--we just finished a science fair, and their project was great!" {*the classroom is full of soap suds--and on fire*} {Motojiro: *crying in the middle of the fire* "I'm so proud..."} higuchi: *sweatdrop* Gin: "..." *stares at Etta* etta: ~? Gin: "...Nice dress." etta: why thank you~ higuchi: is it custom? Walter: *talking off Akutagawa's ear* "--and then we can play games and trade stories and marathon this super cool new anime that came out--" Akutagawa: -__________- Kafka: -__________- Leroux: "Etta has excellent fashion~" goethe:....*smiles* -elsewhere- Arthur: "...Feeling bad still?" tamaki: im just ready to head home... Arthur: "Well, it'll be over soon. And your reaction time is faster." tamaki: thanks... Arthur: *smiles* Hibana: "Okay, troops, line up! We're starting with a sprint. Winner gets a gift certificate to my famous spa. Loser gets this..." *puts a bazooka over her shoulder, aims* "Now run!" -elsewhere- Damon: *opens lunch bag* "...???" *pulls out a note* note: 'have fun at school today ~dad' Damon: "..." Q_Q -elsewhere- Yohei: "..." {Yohei: "Line up!"} {mono: *at attention, shiny eyes*} {Yohei: "I know you know the mission--so now we go through the logistics." *projects a floorplan* "The target can be anywhere in this building--but they can't get out. We have every entrance and exit blocked. We even have our counter-measures..." *nods to a soldier* "Bring them in."} Yohei: "..." *staring at a headline from years ago on his tablet: "Almost 100 dead in police raid"* "..." *opens his drawer--and removes cigarettes and a lighter* saki: *ahem* ^^# Yohei: "...Sorry. I'm just stressed." saki: *holds out hand for the pack* Yohei: *looks pissed, hands it to her* saki: *disposes of it* *pap pap* good yohei. Yohei: *grumbles...shakes* saki: *hands him chewing gum* Yohei: "..." *takes it* "Thanks." -elsewhere- Steinbeck: *pulls over* emily: here we are. Hemingway: "...Did we just end up in a haunted forest? Does that tree have a face?" emily: seems the rest of the way we have to take a carriage in. twain: rustic. nice. baum: QuQ;;;;; Steinbeck: "...Lock the doors on your way out." -and so- dorothy: .... twain: sooo, whats town like? Coachperson: "Oh, quite nice. A bit old-fashioned, if I do say so myself. Isn't that right, Geoffrey?" Geoffrey the Horse: *horse noise* twain: yeah i get ya, i lived in an old fashioned styled town myself. Coachperson: "Where's that? Yonkers?" twain: st petersburg, missouri. emily: i thought you were from louisiana? Coachperson: "Your voice does have a bit of both in it. Isn't that right, Geoffrey?" Geoffrey: *more horse noises* twain: to be fair, my bro and i were _born_ in Louisiana, but we moved in with our aunt polly after our parents died. Steinbeck: "Well traveled..." *There seems to be some...Spanish architecture?* emily:....hmm. Hemingway: "Huh--18th-century Spanish architecture?" baum: quite charming, right dorothy~? dorothy: its something. Steinbeck: "It stands out..." Coachperson: "The city planner took many suggestions from a notable leader of the community on architectural choices." emily: is that so? Coachperson: "Hm-mm! You out-of-towners should get a thrill from our town. Just don't...lose your heads." Geoffrey: *loud noise, kicks up their feet* Coachperson: "Wow! Easy, Geoffrey..." baum: EEP! >~< dorothy: =A=; Steinbeck: "...Twain, let go of me." twain: *lets go* ^-^; Hemingway: "Hey, that one carriage in front of us is moving slow. Can you get ahead of it--" Geoffrey: *kicks up again* emily: ah! Steinbeck: "!!!" Coachperson: "Easy, Geoffrey! Don't get upset." emily: *looks out the window* *looks like someone is napping under a tree* emily: .... Steinbeck: "Any recommended spots to stay?" Coachperson: "How about the King George? ...Or is it the Washington? I can't keep it straight." ^^; emily: i think our reservations are at the king george. Coachperson: "Right, King George Washington." Steinbeck: "..." *whispers* "I think they have a screw loose..." emily: *sweatdrop* Coachperson: "The hotel is up ahead...Oh!" *waves at passerbys* -a few wave back- Hemingway: "..." *wave* "Seem friendly." -elsewhere- Kid: "Care for anything?" stocking: some pudding would be nice. Kid: "With a little whipped cream?" *opens the fridge door* stocking: yes please~ Kid: *scoops out whipped cream, drops a dollop into her pudding cup* "Enjoy~" stocking: *nom* mmmmm~<3 Kid: "May I have a spoonful?" stocking: *offers one* open wide~ Kid: "Aaaaaah--" *nom* stocking: tasty~? Kid: "Very..." *leans in* stocking: *licks his lips* hehe~ Kid: O\\\\O "Mmmm~" -elsewhere- Walter: *carrying groceries* ^w^ "New people...So much fun!" Leroux: *following* "Yep!" hans: lets just keep this on the downlow, alright? Walter: "Right! ... ..." *checks his social media* -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *grumbles* kim: you ok? Jacqueline: "...Sorry. Just been feeling..." *shudders* "...kind of cooped up." kim: hmm...maybe we could request a mission? Jacqueline: "That'd be greeeeeeat..." *stretches* "Just something other than books for a few days." kim: awesome! Jacqueline: *smiles* "You can take off time from work?" kim: im sure i can arrange something. -elsewhere- Karim: "Now we try focusing without distraction." pearl: *she nods* Karim: *puts on music* pearl: *inhale* Karim: "Right...Just focus on the breathing, ignore the rest..." *turns up the bass* pearl: .... Karim: "..." *taps his foot...and blasts a note on his trumpet* pearl: *JUMPS UP* o-o s-sorry! Karim: "...Hmm. It's to be expected. But in the field, you're going to be distracted, so you have to learn how to focus despite the distractions." pearl: r-right. Karim: "Is the music too loud?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: "How's this room?" sonia: it's nice. *sits on the bed* Chuuya: "...I guess we can unpack. And set up a decent kitty litter bin now..." sonia: *nod* Chuuya: "What do you think of the kids?" sonia: they seem alright. that girl george seems the most mature. Chuuya: "Well, it's good that someone here is--Wait, 'girl'?" sonia: yeah. Chuuya: "...Huh." ("...After all those dresses I wore as a kid...") -knock- Chuuya: "...Yes?" naoya: lunch time! Chuuya: "Oh, good! What are we having?" -elsewhere- Damon: "Why don't you have any pets?" soul: never found the time. but maybe aunt blair counts? she's actually a cat you know. becky: *raises a brow* Damon: "...Is that a nickname for her?" soul: ..... *paralyzed* saaaay why dont we play some video games together? ^^;;;; Damon: -_____- "Fine..." becky: *sweatdrop* -elsewhere- Izuku: "It's a super rare retro game featuring superheroes of the time! But...it's hard to find and expensive..." eijiro: ooh, neat. jirou: i think there's a place near grissom street that sells old games and stuff. Izuku: "Oh! That would be great to check out!" -elsewhere- Master: "Welcome back." liz: *wave* tsugumi: ^^ Meme: "Howdy! How are the employees?" Patty: *grabbing straws* miranda: pretty good so far. Anya: *sits down* "How is business?" miranda: doing good -elsewhere- Walter: "--and we can have pillow fights and anime marathons and hot chocolate and--" ayako: HECK YEAH!! >8D Akutagawa: "..." *looks at Hans* "Why is he so chipper?" hans: he tends to look at the bright side of things. it's pretty admirable. Akutagawa: "...Hmm. I suppose. Have you been here long?' hans: only recently. Akutagawa: "And in this organization?" hans: well, most of us have been here a long time. i think i've been here the longest. Akutagawa: "Hmm. And you recruited those children?" hans: *nods* they were abandoned and had nowhere else to go... Akutagawa: "..." *shudders* hans:...heh, i guess thats something a lot of us have in common....or had in common... Akutagawa: "I suppose...Do any of you have friends outside of this organization?" hans: just a few acquaintances back at the school. Walter: "I got Tumblr buddies!" sonia: .....*looks at christine* Leroux: "..." *waves Christine's hand* "Hello~" sonia: is she a doll? Leroux: "... ... ..." QwQ sonia: the people underground turned mommy's corpse into a doll too. -awkward silence- Chuuya: ^^;;;; *pats Sonia's back* "Maybe not the best conversation starter--" Leroux: *inhale* "PROTECT THIS CHILD." sonia: … Chuuya: "I...have that handled." Leroux: *seizes Chuuya by his cheeks* sonia:...*hugs chuuya's leg* Chuuya: )O~O( Leroux: "PROTECT..." hans: leroux, i think you made your point. Chuuya: *muffled* "It's okay, Sonia--nothing to worry about..." Leroux: Q__Q hans: *pap pap* etta: its ok roro. ^^ Leroux: *whimpers* hans: *whispers* his girlfriend died some years ago...it's a sensitive topic for him, but he's making a little bit more progress now in healing... Chuuya: "..." *tears falling* hans: sir- Chuuya: "I-I'm fine..." hans: .... -elsewhere- Hibana: *wearing punching mitts* "Okay, aim for the mitt, Tamaki." tamaki: *PUNCH PUNCH KICK* Hibana: "Good...Watch on your right...Benimaru teach you this?" tamaki: *focusing* Hibana: *moves the mitt up* "Not bad...but you seem pissed." tamaki: oh jee, do i? i wonder why the _fuck_ that is? maybe its because _some_ people are making a fool out of me? maybe its because when most time i actually acomplish something, do people care? OF FREAKING COURSE NOT! WHO _CARES_ WHAT SHE CAN DO LETS JUST OGGLE HER BOOBS AND BUTT CAUSE THATS APPERANTLY ALL IM GOOD FOR! LIKE THEY EVEN CARE THAT I HAVE FEELINGS AND THAT IM TRYING MY BEST TO PROVE MYSELF! Hibana: "..." *takes off the mitts* "Sit down." tamaki: *plops down, tears in her eyes, even though she's still got an angry face* Hibana: "...So, if it was not apparent already, I'm hot." tamaki:...*rubs eyes* *SNIFF* Hibana: "And...when you're like us--when you're a woman--you get looked down upon. Treated as just a body." tamaki: thats total bullshit and it should be illegal. Hibana: "Agreed. And no one cares. No matter how great you are, how qualified you are...Do you know how many times I had to knock on that fucking brigade door to get the Fifth going? You think for a second gender maybe didn't have something to do with it taking this long for me and Huang to lead groups? ...What you go through? That's not just some bad luck." tamaki:....*sniff* why do people have to be assholes? Hibana: "..." *sighs* "World's not fair. All you can do is survive it..." *pat pat* tamaki: .... Hibana: "Wouldn't it be great to be such a success--that you can rub it in every one of their dumb faces?" gabriella: true, the world can be harsh, but with a bit of effort, things can get better. tamaki: i-i guess. Hibana: "..." *smiles* "Give it time, practice--and a good right hook." tamaki:..*chuckle* thanks, commander. Hibana: "...If you need something, stop by the Fifth. Door's open." tamaki:... *nods* right. -elsewhere- Kid: *hug* stocking: u///u ~<3 Kid: "You are the most...amazing..." stocking: you too. *kiss* Kid: "..." *sniff, wipes his eyes* "You make me so happy..." stocking: *snuggles* kid… *kiss* i love you so much, you know? Kid: *nods* "Which is why...I'm so happy. And I love you, always and forever, so much." stocking: hehe ^////^ Kid: *cuddle* "You perfect person..." -elsewhere- Shamrock: *knitting* lavender: *streeeeetch* Shamrock: "So, how are things?" lavender: same as usual....we should take a vacation somewhere. Shamrock: "...That would be pleasant..." otogiri: it would be nice to get out of the house for a while...preferably without C3 hounding us... Shamrock: "How? Disguises?" otogiri: possibly... Shamrock: "Well, we'd need someone who knows disguises--" Belkia: "DISGUISE KIT!" otogiri: that would be appreciated. Belkia: *opens up a box, takes out make-up* Shamrock: "Now hold on just one--" Belkia: *starts painting Sham's face* ^w^ lavender: ah, let him have his fun, sham. ^^ Belkia: "La la la~" Shamrock: X_-# "I feel like a clown..." belkia: rude =3= -elsewhere- Yumi: "We have mission requests." marie: sweet! homura: oh? Yumi: "More investigations, this time overseas." homura: i see. Yumi: "Do you have any preferred teammates you want to request?" homura: i'll put the request up and see who answers. perhaps it can be field training for some of the students. Yumi: "I trust your judgment. Keep me informed whom you choose." homura: understood. -elsewhere- Vulcan: *playing with Buttons* buttons: *squeek* yu: ^^ lisa: he seems happy. yu: vulcan or buttons? lisa: yes. Vulcan: ^\\\^; "In any case, glad someone like Relan knows how to take care of their pet..." -elsewhere- Relan: "I'm glad you got to the Fifth...but is the Commander usually this...um...hardcore?" mikami: well....she seems more fired up than she usually is. shinra: tamaki too....best not to question it. Relan: "....Good point." Random Angel: "You all. Follow me." shinra: ._.;;; (my instincts tell me this wont end well for any of us.) Relan: ._____.;;;; *The Angel leads them to a dark room* shinra: Q-Q;;;; *A match is struck* shinra: Q___Q;;; *gulps* Hibana: *lights a candle, revealing pillow cushions* "Sit." shinra: *takes a seat* Q_Q mikami: ?? ryuuko: ... Relan: "..." *sniff* "Th-They smell nice..." Hibana: "We've trained your bodies. Now we work on the minds and your feels." shinra: *passes out* Relan: D: "SHINRA!" Hibana: "??? I-I was just going to try meditating with you all..." ryuuko: i think his nerves got to him... Hibana: "..." *pours some tea* "Well, good thing I brought this." *hands the tea to Ryuuko* "Maybe dump it on him." mikami: .....hold on, im going to try something... *kneels with shinras head on her lap* ....*inhales, focusing* ryuuko:....hmm.... -...- shinra:...am i dead? mikami: i dont think so. shinra:....huh, we're in that adora place again.... mikami: you passed out from nerves. shinra: =3=;;;......hm? mikami: ?? shinra: is that...a person? *There's a figure, floating in the air...They seem to be making a sound--* ???: *snore* "Zzz..." shinra: ...??? um....hello?? mikami:...i think they're sleeping.... -4 more figures are in the distance, but they seem too far away to interact with...- *a low rhythmic sound is heard...* shinra: ?? *it's...laughter* ???: "Ha ha ha..." shinra: !!!! GAH! *wakes up with a start* mikami: *comes to* ah- ryuuko: mikami! are you alright? mikami: i-i think so... Relan: "Shinra...?" shinra: i..im ok.....may i have some water? Hibana: *hands it* shinra: thank you.... Hibana: *sighs* "Let's skip it...Just sit and rest." shinra: yes ma'am... *exits* -elsewhere- Motojiro: "This! This is the nursery! This is perfect!" leo: *she smiles* Motojiro: "We just need items...Do you have any baby items here?" hans: what all do you need? Motojiro: "Some furniture to start..." hans: im sure that wont be too hard. Walter: "Need books? I got reading material..." *holds up manga* -elsewhere- hanako: ?? shinra: ....? tamaki: whats up squirt? hanako:........*HUG* its ok. tamaki + shinra: ....... Q~Q *HUG* (TOO PRECIOUS FOR HER OWN GOOD) Hibana: *looking around the corner at it* Q_Q "...Oh, God, we're good parents." gabriella: TTuTT Hibana: *hugs, keeps watching* -elsewhere- Harvar: "What mission?" ox: looks like we're doing some security checks in shinjuku. Harvar: *groans* ox: there a problem? Harvar: "The travel...Just seems like work." ox: well, its our job. Harvar: *grumbles* "Fine...I'm bringing games." -elsewhere- george: so, this agency... Kafka: "It is full of weirdos." george: i...see....*sweatdrop* (not unlike sturm and the mafia...) Kafka: "Yet one of our former members is in their care, so they aren't all bad...Don't go near the suicidal one." george: ._. um.... .__.;;;; Kafka: *rings the doorbell* george: wait, arent sturm members bound by a contract? Kafka: *shakes his head* "Sylvia was born with an ability." naomi: yes? oh..... owo;...hello mr....um....roachman. george: *looks at kafka* Kafka: -_-# "It's Kafka. Franz Kafka. Jeez..." naomi: right...do you have an appointment with the agency? Kafka: "No. This is an update on something important. May I speak with your leader or your second-in-command?" naomi: right this way......say...you're not still mad about the whole decapitation thing, are you? ^^;;; george: O-o (DECAPITATION?!?!) Kafka: "FURIOUS." naomi: oookay then. ^-^;;;;;; Kafka: *sits down on the couch* "...Well? We're your guests. Have you no tea and treats?!" kirako: right away, sir. ^^; naomi: to be fair, we werent expecting you. ^^; Kafka: "Too be fair, you owe me! ..." *sits back, crosses his arms* "...How is Sylvia?' naomi: she's doing well. atsushi: ??.. !! Kafka: -n- "Oh. You're here, too." atsushi: yes i am. i do work here after all. Kafka: "...D-Don't sass me, you furry...furball!" >n< *crosses his arms* atsushi: *sweatdrop* naomi: mr fukuzawa will be with you in a moment, sir. *exits* Kafka: *crosses his arms* "..." *sniffs* "...What is that smell?" atsushi: *looks in the kitchenette* smells good... Kafka: "...Oh! Maybe they are baking cookies!" *stands, approaches--* "... ... ..." Dazai: *has his head towards the oven* "..." Kafka: "..." Dazai: "..." Kafka: "...WHAT THE FUCK?!" sylvia: .~.;;; Dazai: "Obviously testing the heat of this oven--what are you doing, Mr. Roach?" Kafka: "KAFKA!" Dazai: "Kafka-roach?" Kafka: -n-# sylvia: Q~Q;;;; m-m-mr dazai, please dont put your head in the oven! QAQ;;; Kafka: "Yes, get away from that, you fool! There are cookies to be had!" Dazai: *sighs* "Just testing for the sake of childproofing, you bunch of weirdos..." -and so- fukuzawa: so what is it you wanted to speak about? Kafka: "..." *ahem* "We have successfully transferred the Mafia members to our estate. _All_ of them." fukuzawa:...i see. atsushi: must be a big house *sweatdrop* Kafka: "Incredibly big. Has to for all the desires of our members: Hans's library, Walter's gaming room, Etta's dance floor--" Dazai: o\\\w\\\o;;;;;; atsushi:.... >->;;;;;;;; george:... ? Kafka: "...What is with that face? Do you have some insult against Etta? Do you? DO YOU?!" atsushi: i wasnt about to say anything!! Dazai: "I-I don't know any Etta!" Kafka: "Yes, you do. The ballet dancer?" Dazai: "I NEVER TOUCHED HER!" fukuzawa: ... atsushi: ... Kafka: "... ... ..." *hard glare* george: ._.; Dazai: "...It was just a small touch." Kafka: "..." fukuzawa + atsushi: ....... Dazai: "She's quite buxom--" Kafka: *flips the table* fukuzawa: -____-; george: mr kafka! please calm down! Kafka: "HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THAT PERFECT ANGEL!" Dazai: "I didn't defile anyone! It was an accident!" Kafka: "YOU SHOULDN'T TOUCH HER! YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF HER!" george: *literally holding kafka back from murdering someone* fukuzawa: (what even went down in berlin...? do i even want to know?) Dazai: "..." *light bulb* "Oh! You're concerned because you like her!" Kafka: O\\\\\O *stops struggling* atsushi: eh? Dazai: "You wish to defend her honor because she gives you the light that has so long evaded your dark life, the sweetness to your sour..." Kafka: .\\\\. george: that's.....oddly poetic, um…w-who did you say you were again? Dazai: ^w^ "Thank you, small person. I am Dazai. And you are?" Kafka: *frozen in embarrassment* george: it's george. george eliot. sylvia: m-mr kafka? are you alright? Kafka: Q\\\\\Q "..." *whimpers* Kunikida: "Oh, Kafka. Hello. I--" *spots them all* "...Dazai screwed up, didn't he?" george: to be honest, i have no idea whats even going on... Kunikida: "Oh, hello, ma'am." george: OwO;;;;; *points to sylvia* d-doesnt she work with you, though??? ^^;;;; Kunikida: "...Oh. Sorry. I didn't..." *clears his throat* george: ^^;;;;;;  (just play it cool, george. play it. fucking. cool.) Kafka: *high-pitched whine* "I'm mortified...Just cut my head off all over again, Furball." atsushi: no thank you.... fukuzawa: *aHEM* if we could get back to the matter at hand? Kafka: *sniffs* "We-We locked up Mori..." fukuzawa:....i see.... Kafka: "The other members of the Mafia are accounted for...I did have some notes from them to some of your Agency members." fukuzawa: i see. i'll round them up now. -and so- Kafka: "Which one of you is 'Aya'?" aya: *raises her hand* (oh boy...) Kafka: "From the small one named...Um...R? Was it R? Or P?" aya: Q? Kafka: "That's the one." *hands the letter* aya: *inhales and opens it* *The handwriting looks like Q had to re-write it repeatedly--a little messy* aya: *squints*....kunikida can i-..._may_ i borrow your glasses? Kunikida: "...Okay. Don't break them." aya: *puts them on and begins reading* Q’s note: [Hello, Aya! How are you? I miss you.] aya:...*sigh* Q’s note: [Can I marry you?!] aya:... -_-; this poor kid, i swear. Kafka: "Furball, from the Skunk." *hands a letter to Atsushi* atsushi:....*INHALES* oh boy.... Akutagawa’s note: [Dear Atsushi--We have settled into the new facilities. All seems well, and my sister and I are safe. How are you? I hope you are well--and that news of my move calms your mind, as well as the fact I still have not killed.] atsushi: *sweatdrop and continues* Akutagawa’s note: [And I will not kill up to our agreement--at which point I expect you to honor our agreement.] atsushi: ........ Dazai: "And this one's for me!" *opens it...and the color fades from his face* .______. naomi: *peeeeks*..... *It's a drawing of Chuuya giving the middle finger and certain words not suitable for children written down by Gin and others* naomi:..... kenji:...naomi? naomi: huehuehuehuehue~ Tanizaki: -_-; atsushi: was that everything, then? Kafka: "..." *hands one to Fukuzawa* fukuzawa:...*opens it* *It's Mori's handwriting* fukuzawa:........*reads* Mori’s note: [--they treat me well. But I am alone and locked away.] fukuzawa:.... Mori’s note: I want her to return. fukuzawa:...*sigh* Kunikida: "Sir?" fukuzawa: *puts the letter away* it's alright... Kunikida: "..." *nods* Kafka: "We will keep you updated to their condition--and I expect you will share information that can help us against the Rats." fukuzawa: of course. atsushi: we'll keep an eye out. fukuzawa: have you made contact with manhasset? Kafka: "Yes...What do you think of this Fitzgerald?" atsushi:....welllllll... >->;;;;; its a long story.... Kafka: "He seems...Well, I don't think his reactions to my colleagues were very cordial." *clenches his fists* "Especially how he welcomed Etta--" Dazai: OwO Kafka: "QUIET, YOU!" atsushi: ...^^; Kafka: "...*ahem* Keep an eye on Fitzgerald. I don't trust him." atsushi: already on that too... Kafka: "...Oh. ...Well, I guess you're all so organized, then." atsushi: i suppose. Kafka: -n- "Hmph. We're organized, too. Were able to give you all a run for your money..." -elsewhere- Steinbeck: "Does everything in this town feel...off?" twain: what do you mean? emily: other than constant fog? Hemingway: "Seems really old-fashioned--like it's stuck in time." emily: a few small towns are like that. Hemingway: "...True..." *takes a harpoon* "I'm going for a walk." emily: ._.; Steinbeck: "He'll be fine--I told him not to stab anyone." emily: *sweatdrop* sir..... baum: in any case, we better begin our investigation... Steinbeck: "Right..." *takes out the souvenir map of Sleepy Hollow* "Let's divide this up..." emily: i'll investigate the community college. Steinbeck: "I can try some of the bars..." twain: im gonna check the park! baum: dorothy and i will stay here as home base. Steinbeck: *nods* "Very well." -elsewhere- Kafka: -n- "I expected a decent apology from you..." Dazai: ^w^ "I expected you to kill me." Kafka: -_______-# ranpo:..... Kafka: "..." ("Is he a child?") ranpo:....oi. mr kafka-roach. Kafka: "IT'S KAFKA! JUST KAFKA!" >n< ranpo: right, anyway i have a favor to ask of you out in the hall... Kafka: "..." *walks with him* ("Why the secret?") ranpo:...some time before the agency encountered sturm, my friend gave me a warning. 'soon, the agency will receive a mission that could destroy it'. i dont know if he's dead or alive now, but i want to ask you something. if something does happen, get the agency to safety. Kafka: "...We have an agreement with your Agency. I am sure my boss can honor your request." ranpo: please do... Kafka: "..." *nods* -elsewhere- -a light rain is falling- yuuji: *walking* Izuku: *holding a shopping bag* ^w^ "Took forever, but I found it--" yuuji:...oh, hey midoriya. Izuku: "Oh! Hello! How are you?" ^^ yuuji: just taking a walk, enjoying the weather. Izuku: "Yeah, spring is great...Should be fun!" yuuji: heard you're going to be having an exam next month. Izuku: "Yeah--kind of nervous after how the tournament went..." yuuji: understandable... Izuku: "Has Aizawa asked you to monitor?" yuuji: havent gotten around to it yet. Izuku: "Well, hope he does..." -elsewhere- Damon: "...So...He said you're a cat." blair: why yes indeed~ *poof* ta-dah~! becky:...oh. Damon: "Eep!" *hides behind Becky* blair: its ok, im not going to hurt you, honest. *puts up a paw* Damon: *peek* "..." *holds out a hand* "Promise?" blair: *puts other paw over her heart* scouts honor~ ^^ Damon: "...Do you mind being pet?" blair: not at all, hun~ ^^ becky:..*pat pat* blair: =w= Damon: "..." *pat* -elsewhere- shinra: *looking at photo albums* Akitaru: *walks by* "???" shinra: hope you dont mind me looking, sir. ^^; Akitaru: "Hey, no biggie...but, um, why?" shinra: just curious i gue-.... ._. huh... Akitaru: "...Oh. That." shinra: wow. Akitaru: ^^;;;;; "I...had a bit of a punk phase." shinra: ah... Akitaru: "Used to go to the best concerts, mosh like nobody's business--" *does the devil horn signs* "ROCK ON!" shinra: *mimics him* YEAH! >u< Akitaru: ^^ "RAWR!" shinra: *laughs* Akitaru: "I still have some of the old stuff on vinyl." shinra: cool. *smiles* Akitaru: "I'll put one on..." *opens a drawer, pulls out a cardboard box* "The fashion was wild back then! All those spikes--hair took forever..." shinra: i could imagine. Akitaru: "Let's try this one--Dead Jeffersons!" -elsewhere- Kafka: *walking back to the HQ* etta: welcome back~! Kafka: "..." .\\\\\. "...I WILL DEFEND YOU!" etta:....eh? OvO Kafka: "..." o\\\\\\o "...I ran into undesirables at the Agency. I did my best. It wasn't enough...I suck." hans: well, what all happened? Kafka: "..." *ahem* *stands professionally now* "I distributed the letters. The Agency has protected Sylvia." hans: thats good to know. *smile* Kafka: "I received a request from the Agency. One of them expects a problem in the future." hans: ?? Kafka: "We are expected to move the Agency to safety, if something happens. It sounds like...the chibi Sherlock Holmes person did not want to let the others know of his request." Walter: *pops up from the couch* " 'Chibi'?" hans:... ^^; Kafka: "I would address the question to Goethe--but I think you are more likely to give a straight answer." hans: *she nods* come along. Kafka: *follows* -elsewhere- Hibana: "It's quieter now..." gabriella: yeah. Hibana: "...You think they learned anything?" gabriella: i think so... Hibana: "...I hope." *rests a head on her shoulder* gabriella: u///u Hibana: "And our little girl...Wow." gabriella: im so proud of her TT~TT Hibana: "I know." T~T *hugs* -elsewhere- Black Star: "They want a vacation?" tsubaki: just up to vegas.....i sent someone to watch after them. Black Star: "Really? Who?" -and so- Belkia: "LOOK AT THE LIGHTS!" lavender: WOOOT! otogiri: -_-; ayami: oh wow... Sakuya: "A little too bright..." lilac: >~< naho: *pats their back* misono: how did we get dragged into this? lavender: say, you're not still mad about the whole christmas incident...are you? OvO;;; Lily: "Misono, look--an entire club for taking off clothes!" misono: LILY. FOCUS. Sakuya: "...I'm gonna guess they are. Better not get too close to them..." Lily: ^^; "Now, what was your question? Oh, yes..." *deathly serious smiling face* "..." lavender: OvO;;;;;;; Belkia: "I thiiiiiiiiiink you opened up an old wound--" Lily: "You have no idea~" ^^# lavender: *SWEATS* otogiri:....let me be the first to give a formal apology. (even if there was a reason...) Lily: "Thank you, ma'am." lavender: ^^;;;;;;;;; Lily: *stares at Lavender* lavender: OvO;;;; sorry~ ^^;;;;; Lily: ^^ "Thank you." -elsewhere- goethe: so that's what you have to report...? Kafka: *nods* "As far as I can tell, Chibi Holmes was sincere." goethe: hmm... Kafka: "Would you actually bring in their members? And what awful thing is he anticipating?" goethe: they are our allies, it only makes sense to do so...as for what he anticipates.....im not exactly a psychic. =3= Kafka: -___-# "I'm just making conversation in hopes that discussion could lead us to anticipate what could--" goethe: too long winded! get to the point before i die of boredom =3= Kafka: -_-# "...Just brainstorming." -elsewhere- Chuuya: "It's good to have clean laundry again..." higuchi: yeah anyway. Chuuya: "What's up?" higuchi: just getting somewhat back to normalcy... Chuuya: "...Yeah. No more dumpster diving--I hope." higuchi: ^^; Walter: *pops up* "Don't knock it--the freegan movement is vital." higuchi:....why were you in- Walter: *pulls out a bag of bread* "See this? Free bread! Only two days past 'best by' date, and I found it in the dumpster!" higuchi: ... -elsewhere- Takehisa: "How was training, Tamaki?" tamaki: -_- too many people at the 1st piss me off so much. Takehisa: "...I'm sorry. That kind of happens there. But did you make friends?" tamaki:...... -____________________- Takehisa: "...Did you learn new techniques?" -elsewhere- Belkia: "Gather all, for the illusive illusions of the great, the powerful, the not-half-bad...BELKIA!" -applause- lavender: ^^ Belkia: "My lovely assistant, Lavender--open the box!" lavender: *doing so* Belkia: "You can see this box is lined with multiple blades. I call it 'The Box of Murder'!" ayami: *claps* lilac: ._.;;; Belkia: "Lavender, if you'll be so kind..." *steps inside* "Close the box, count to five slowly, then open the box!" -later- Belkia: "Thank you, thank you!" *holds out his hat for cash* -elsewhere- Haumea: *whistling* kagu-tsuchi:....charon? are you in? Charon: *grumbles* kagu-tsuchi: ...is something bothering you? Charon: "Got to get stronger..." kagu-tsuchi: did you remember to eat today? Charon: =_= "I don't need--" *STOMACH GROWL* kagu-tsuchi: ...come on. *opens the door and drags him out* Charon: *grumbles* "Don't treat me like some child..." kagu-tsuchi: *sweatdrop* Charon: "...We got pizza bagels?" kagu-tsuchi: i'll check...........lady haumea, do we have pizza bagels? Haumea: "Jonah ate them all!" kagu-tsuchi: -_-# Charon: -_____-# "I'm gonna rip him in two..." -elsewhere- Dazai: *hums* atsushi: *wave* Dazai: "Hey, what up?" atsushi: the usual.......can i ask you something personal? Dazai: "Sure!" atsushi: where were you before joining the agency? after leaving the....y'now... Dazai: "...Well, I had to lie low for a bit..." atsushi: understandable.... Dazai: "You know Masuji?" atsushi: ?? i think so? the name sounds familiar… Dazai: "Publisher." atsushi: hmmm....i see. Dazai: "Yep...Then I came here." atsushi: ... Dazai: "...So, now you know that." ^^; atsushi: yeah... Dazai: "...Something else you wanted to know about it?" atsushi: any other stories? Dazai: "Like about hanging out with Masuji? Or the time Chuuya and I put on dresses?" atsushi: oh? Dazai: "There was the time we were kids, the time we were undercover, the time we got smashed--" sylvia: um...m-mr dazai? Dazai: "Hmm? What's up, Sylvia?" sylvia: um.... .~.;;; Dazai: OwO; "...Yeah?" sylvia: Q~Q i forgot.... Dazai: ^w^ "Happens to the best of us." -elsewhere- emily: *looking around the building* Twain: "So many doors..." emily: *notices the study hall* maybe someone here knows something. *enters* -there are a few people there, including a young woman, sitting at one of the chairs and reading* Twain: "..." *approaches the young woman* girl:.... can i help you? Twain: "Howdy! We're new to town--you know an Irving?" girl: no. sorry... Twain: "Aw, nuts. Hey, what you reading?" girl: .... -seems to be a text book- Twain: "What'cha studying?" girl:....*glances behind him* Twain: OwO; ???: "Something wrong here?" emily: ._. girl: just some weird guy bothering me, babe. ???: "How 'bout you come with me, buddy..." *grips Twain by the shoulder* Twain: OwO;;;;;;;;; emily: excuse me, he was just asking her a question. does the name 'irving' ring any bells, sir? ^^;;; ???: "Nah. Ask Mr. Crane." emily: right. where is he? ???: "Office hours, I think. Room 310." emily: thank you. *drags twain off* Twain: Q____Q emily: *searching* *There's a door with some gothic art taped to it* emily *examines* Twain: Q_Q "That's some weird art..." emily: (seems like something poe would have framed in his room...) *There's a rattling heard inside the room* emily: ?? *listening* *A small laugh is heard...* emily: ._.; Twain: "What on earth is he--" *The door slams open--crushing Twain* emily: D8 Twain: *smushed voice* "I'm fine..." ???: "I got it! I can't wait to share my findings--" *spots Emily* "...Oh. Um, my office hours are finished. Please email to make an appointment--" emily: um....hello? ???: "Yes, hello. I was in the middle of heading to inform someone--Wait...You're not one of my students. Who are you?" emily: we'll explain momentarily. but for now, we're searching for a man named 'Washington irving'. do you know where we might find him? ???: "...Yeeeeeeeees?" emily: that's great! we're researching local legends in the area. Crane: *shiny eyes* "Then you found the right person!" ^w^ -elsewhere- Damon: "Who are some of your other friends?" soul: well we got uncle kilik, aunt sayaka, kim and jackie, uncle ox, harvar's kind of a butt, uncle hyde, etc. becky: oh. Damon: "..." *laughs* "Harvar butt...Did you go to school with them?" soul: yeah, they were school mates of mine. actually aunt sayaka is still technically a student. ^^; Damon: "...Did you like school?" soul:....*sad smile* it was nice. Damon: "...Must have been nice..." soul:...still having trouble? Damon: "..." *nods* "This is all new..." soul: it can be a bit scary at first, but it will be ok... becky:... soul: *hugs them both* Damon: "...Thanks..." -elsewhere- Relan: "You were a good boy, Buttons?" buttons: ^o^ Relan: ^w^ *pet pet* *holds out cheese* button: *NOM* Relan: "Hee hee...So cute." -elsewhere- Black Star: [how is it going? everyone out of jail?] otogiri: [no one was arrested, thankfully.] Black Star: [good. having fun?] otogiri: [for the most part, yes] -elsewhere- Steinbeck: *walking by bars* -quiet, save for some music coming from inside- Steinbeck: *approaches the music* -seems lively in there- Steinbeck: "..." *walks to the bar* bartender: new in town? Steinbeck: "Yep. Visiting. What you recommend?" bartender: we make a damn good bloody mary here. or did you want something on draft? Steinbeck: "Just draft. And any appetizer?" guy: i'm telling you, somethin's out in the woods! Steinbeck: *glances back, listening in* Guy #2: "Yeah, wind." guy: im being serious! i was out there earlier this week with my dogs, and one of them took off. when i found her, she was cowering like she'd seen the damn devil 'imself. Guy #2: "So, they saw your sister?" guy: screw off. Guy #2: "Screw your sister--" Steinbeck: "Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt..." guy: yeah? what? Steinbeck: "Whereabout did your dog go?" guy: she was near an old salt mine in the woods. she's fine now. Steinbeck: "Ah. I think I know where that is..." guy: you do? Steinbeck: "I've asked around town...The one north of here?" guy: yeah, that's the one. just before the waterfall... Steinbeck: "On it...Thanks." guy: just be careful.... -morning- Allison: "Wakey-wakey..." erina: nnnh..... Allison: "...I made waffles!" erina: thanks.... Allison: "You're welcome! Sleep alright?" erina: yeah...*yaaaawn* Allison: "Long work shift?" erina: yeah... Allison: "Anything planned after that?" -elsewhere- Yumi: "Okay, let's get back to the garden work..." liz: ^^ Patty: *holding a potted sapling* "All set! Even got the trimming shears." ellen: do you need anything else? Yumi: "Two more trowels?" Patty: "Fertilizer!" -elsewhere- michelle: ..... Neuhaus: *sets down tea* michelle:...thank you.........can we have katsudon? Neuhaus: "Of course...I just hope I can do it right..." michelle: thank you... *faint smile* -elsewhere- Steinbeck: *knocked out cold* "Zzz..." emily: *asleep on the chair* Steinbeck: *groans* "Damn headache..." *turns over--and falls off the couch* emily: *startled awake* Steinbeck: *face-down on bear rug* "..." *muffled* "Ow." emily: are you alright? Steinbeck: "Beer...is evil." emily:... ^-^; Steinbeck: "How'd I get back?" emily: ernest found you passed out near the woods. Steinbeck: "...Woods? Why the heck was I there?” emily: you were saying something about a salt mine? Steinbeck: "...Oh! Right. Ghosts!" emily: ghosts? Steinbeck: "Or something scaring dogs and people out in the forest." emily: hmm... twain: ooooooh.... OwO Steinbeck: "..." *sighs* "What, Twain?" twain: we got ourselfs a classic 'town with a dark secret' situation here! emily:....wonder how lovecraft is doing? Steinbeck: ^w^ "Fine, I'm sure... ... ..." =\\\~\\\= "I need to throw up..." emily: *pat pat* -elsewhere- oscar: howard, ever think of settling down and having kids of your own? lovecraft:? why should i settle down when i can just make one now? *detaches a tentacle, that mutates into a young girl*.....oh.... oscar: OvO *SCARRED FOR LIFE* -elsewhere- Damon: *walking to class* "..." teacher: good morning. *nods* momo sakura: *wave* Damon: "Morning..." ._.; *sits* momo sakura: ?? Damon: "..." *takes out his book* "Um...Which page?" momo sakura: page 94. Damon: "Thanks...Um...What was your name?" momo sakura: momo. Damon: "Momo. Right." -elsewhere- Poe: *brings out more books* "Here you are, Miss Harudori." tsugumi: thank you, sir! ^^ Poe: "How is the research?" tsugumi: doing well. Poe: "That's good. Anything interesting you found?" tsugumi: well, i suppose i have. just more information on grigori souls... Poe: "The ones that create wings?" tsugumi: *she nods* Poe: "Any luck on yours?" tsugumi: sadly no... =3=; Poe: "Oh, dear...I'm sure with more time and reading..." tsugumi: y-yeah.... -elsewhere- Kyoka: "So she was some preternaturally good-luck annoying sugar princess?" tamaki: =~= yes. it was hell... Kyoka: *pat pat* "All horrors create some end. At least you're away from her." tamaki: i guess... -elsewhere- Asako: "How was training?" vivian: it was quite an experience~ tao: it was fun! ^^ Asako: "Oh, good! Learned a lot from Commander Hibana?" tao: yep! princess iron fan taught us a whole lot of stuff! Asako: ^^; "I'm sure our commander looks forward to seeing you apply it." -elsewhere- Asura: *swinging his scarf like a jump rope* heibito: *jumping* ^u^ Asura: "Yay..." *small smile* mikan: ^^ Asura: "You're up to 20 jumps now..." heibito: hehehe! luka: ....its surreal. Nirvana worker: "What? Just a son and dad playing..." luka:...i suppose...*sips her coffee* they're the furthest thing from being human, and yet... Nirvana worker: "Think these are habits that go beyond humans?" luka:....cant say for sure...but they behave more human than most people do.... Nirvana worker: "Like Becky after one too many mojitos..." luka: *siiiigh* fuckin' hammond.... Nirvana Worker: *nods* "So, what else you notice about those kishin?" luka:....*shrug* Nirvana Worker: "What about what they drink while they eat souls?" -elsewhere- Hemingway: "Hungover? On what you drank? Ha! When I was your age, I drank an entire pickup truck of moonshine, and I'm fine." *looks around* "...Did my vision go again?" emily: *sweatdrop* baum: ... dorothy: ...? Twain: *still looking worse for wear* "Baum, have you done anything this trip?" baum: dorothy and i did some local reading. seems to be a lot of urban legends and ghost sightings here. Twain: "Well, we knew that talking to Professor Crane-game." baum: 737 Steinbeck: "And you got your butt kicked by a jealous boyfriend." Twain: Q_Q emily: ^^; *pap pap* baum: so whats today's gameplan? Steinbeck: "It's still daytime, so I propose exploring near the suspected site." baum: dorothy and i will accompany you. Steinbeck: "Good. Emily, can you gather more research?" emily: *she nods* Twain: "I'll go with you--for protection." emily: thanks. ^^; Hemingway: "I'm going to go hunting." emily: just be careful. Hemingway: "Righ. I'll make dinner tonight with what I catch. Hope you like fish and squirrel." -elsewhere- Kyoka: *folds paper* "Then you can count numbers to learn your fortune..." sylvia: ... Kyoka: *holds up the destiny paper toy* "Okay. Ready?" sylvia: *nod* o-ok. Kyoka: "I'll choose 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." *opens* "..." *reads* "..." sylvia: w-what does it say? Kyoka: " 'Don't take candy from strangers.' ...Why did I write that?" sylvia: hmmm.... Hyde: *pops up* "Want candy, folks?!" Kyoka: *PUNCH* sylvia: QAQ licht: *KICKS HIM* -_- Kyoka: "Scaring other people." *kicks him* "How dare you." Hyde: X____X ("Ophelia...Am I dead?") (soul: hyde? hyyyde? you up?) soul: yo, hyde. becky: ?? Damon: "Uncle Hyde?" Hyde: XuX "Hi, kids. I'm up..." *sits up--and falls over again* -elsewhere- Kafka: -n- "What errand is it that you want?" george: looks like we're investigating a small area in the slums... Kafka: "...That sounds dirty." george: im sure it wont be too bad. i've seen worse. Kafka: "...I'm sure. Where exactly did you live again?" george: it was around here...there it is! Kafka: "???" ("What am I seeing?") -it seems to be an old shed with a few orphaned kids playing nearby- Kafka: "..." *small frown, looks away* "So, you'll talk with them?" george:....oooi! kiddos! boy: ?? hey, george is back. girl: we thought you died or somethin' Kafka: *watches* ("What is George, their caretaker?") george: sorry guys, some things happened. but i do have some good news, i got us a place to stay! Kafka: "..." *walks up* Child 3: "Really?! Where?" george: this guy can take us there. well, we better gather up our stuff, ok? Stephan: ^^ "Yay!" *looks at Kafka* "... ... Can we trust him?" Kafka: "?!" george: cross my heart. tom: is he gonna be our dad now? Stephan: "...Ooooookay." *goes inside* Kafka: OnO "I most certainly will not!" george: there's lots of people at the new place, even a few other kids! Bessy: "A-Are they mean or anything?" george: wilhelm and jakob are a bit mischievous, but mostly harmless. (really its a few of the grown ups you should be worried about...) Stephan: *dropping items into an empty cardboard box* *looks out the window* Kafka: -n- " 'Mischievous'? They once shaved my eyebrows off in my sleep..." maggie: *giggle* Kafka: "It's not funny...Walter drew new ones on me--with glittery ink!" maggie + tom: *laughing* george:...*smile* *footsteps are heard* george: !!!! kids, hide. now. Bessy: Q_Q "Wh-Why?" Kafka: "???" *turns* ???: haaaa, so boooooring... ???: "D'aw, but look--cute babies!" Kafka: "..." ("Who on earth...?") george: *standing on the defensive* Bessy: Q_Q *stepping back slowly* ???: "Look! That one's trying to get away..." 'greed oni': probably wont have much on them but scrap. totally lame. the tall guy though... george: !!!! Kafka: *narrows his eyes* "I have nothing for you. Now scoot." 'greed oni': lets see how lucky that one is... *rolls a die....causing an explosion* george: !!! get inside! now! Kafka: *consumed by the explosion* "GAH!" Bessy: Q_Q Stephan: *hiding under the window* "Wh-What are they doing?!" maggie: *picks bessy up and gets her inside* george: i dont know, but for now, we need to hurry. *hands them two knapsacks* Bessy: *clutches hers* Mantis: >_< "You blew up the tall one!" 'greed oni': boo, how bor-....hn? *all that is left are burnt clothes* Mantis: "Um...I'm no physist-ist-ic, but don't people usually just get burnt? Not just leaving clothes behind..." 'greed oni':...that's weird..... *chittering is heard* Mantis: "???" *splat* 'greed oni': ?! *glances up*....aw fuck. Mantis: "..." *there is some ooze on his shoulder* ??? *looks up* "!!!?!!" *There's a drooling, very pissed up roach on the alley wall...* 'greed oni': *nervous smirk* mother fucker. Roach: *roars, leaps down* 'greed oni': *jumps back* Roach: *rushes at Greed, slamming into dumpsters along the way* Mantis: *tosses blades, missing* "Damn it!" 'greed oni': shit! *rolls die* give me something good here! Roach: *shows off a ferocious set of teeth* "yOU THinK I WAS JUST, whAT, GOING tO GIVe up MY WALLET?!" 'greed oni': the fuck even are you? Roach: *crashes into Greed* "YOUR NIGHTMARE: a greEDY LITtle ROAch!" 'greed oni': mantis! do something, you idiot! -inside- Bessy: *unable to move* Stephan: "WHAT IS THAT?!" george: .....ok, maggie, if things get hairy, take the others and run to the outskirts of town, there's a van with some anime girls on it and they'll get you to the safe place, ok? maggie: how do we know which one? george: *hands her a picture* it's that one. maggie:...o-ok.. Bessy: "W-We can't leave you--" george: it'll be ok, i promise. *smiles* tom: ok, that's everything now. Bessy: *whimpering* Stephan: "Just avoid the weird roach thing outside..." george: .....i'll explain later about that. maggie: come on! lets go! Stephan: "On it!" *follows Maggie* {Dazai: "--Roachman--" Goethe: "--roach--" Ranpo: "Roachman."} george: ... -BOOOM- *the house rocks* george: AH! *her leg got stabbed with debris* c-crap... RUN! maggie: *takes philips hand and runs with one sack* Bessy: "GEORGE!" *trying to reach back* george: *trying to stand, limping* o-ow... -a pipe was busted, leaking water inside- 'greed oni': that all you got, you big ugly? Roach: *growls* "I AM NOT ABOUT TO GIVE UP ANYTHING FOR SOME WORTHLESS HOODLUMS, YOU STUPID FIERY BEASTS! IT IS MY MONEY! AND I AM SICK OF LOSING ALL TO YOU SUCH STUPID, STUPID PEOPLE!" {*Goethe looks...smirks*} Roach: *roars, rushes--and passes the building, everything looking like slow-motion, as he spots George* "...?!" george: *limping, trying to carry bessy away* Bessy: *crying* Roach: "..." ("Oh, God--") *SLICE* Roach: *SCREAMS* *one of his limbs is flopping on the ground* Mantis: *pants* "Look at that...He's easy to slice..." 'greed oni': why dont we just raid this bitch?.....oh?....oops~ *drops die* -BOOOM- -the house is beginning to burn up- george: !!!! *grabs bessy and limps over to the puddle of water* (please let this work!) Mantis: *face lit up by the flames* "I used to love pinning down bugs...rip off their wings and limbs..." *stabs blades into the Roach's back* Roach: *roars, panting...* "I'll kill you..." 'greed oni': oh~? Bessy: *panicking, unable to breathe, clutching George* Roach: "That's...a promise--" *SLICE* Roach: *screams, an antenna cut off* Mantis: "Empty words, monster." george: *jumps into the water......popping up in a tub back at the sturm base* *GASP* bessy! are you ok? hans: !!!! leroux, get them to medical! Leroux: "!!! R-Right..." *picks up Bessy* Bessy: *sobbing* -in Walter's van- maggie: there it is! Walter: *listening to music* "--shining finger!" Stephan: "...What the heck is this guy?" maggie: well, if george trusts them....*bangs on the door* HEY!!! Walter: *checks his phone* "...?! How did George get all the way there before--" *looks out the window* "...Oh. Hello." maggie: let us in! philip: th-there's a roach monster and fire! Walter: "What?!" *unlocks the door* "Ah, poop..." *looks out the window* "..." *lifts the sun visor* "Buckle up, kids..." *buckles himself* -the kids do so- -back in the alley- Mantis: *flipping through a wallet* " 'Franz'? What, your parents hated you?" *flips to photos* "Huh. That girl's cute..." *It's a photo of Franz's sister* Roach: *pinned, numerous blades in his shoulder* *panting* "Giv-Give it...back..." 'greed oni': we coooould....or we just burn the useless stuff and take the money. Roach: "?!!! P-Please...don't..." Mantis: "...Wow. I've seen a lot of things--but a bug crying? That's just sad..." 'greed oni': really sad...it makes me want to puke. can i just-.....hn? Mantis: "Yeah..." *pockets the cash, tosses the wallet down next to the Roach* Roach: "..." Mantis: *aims a kunai* "Let's just kill it and--" *CRASH* 'greed oni': !!!! *Mantis is knocked off his feet and into the dumpster* Walter: Q_Q "...Crap. I think I killed that person..." Roach: "Walt-Walter...You stupid..." Walter: "Kakfa! You're still..." *gets out, pulling the blades out* "Yeah, call me stupid...Just keep talking..." 'greed oni':...tch-...*grabs mantis and flees* Roach: "The wallet..." Walter: "..." *grabs it, pulling the roach into the back of the van* "Jeez, you're heavy..." maggie: wait....that's the guy with george?! Roach: *groans...* "The kids...George..." philip:...bruh. Walter: "They got back...Just sleep..." *The Roach reverts into Kafka* maggie: *covers her eyes* Walter: "...?!" *puts a blanket over Kafka* "AT LEAST WEAR PANTS!" *It's a pretty girl anime blanket* Stephan: "What even is all of this, Mister?" philip:....are we gonna die? maggie: ._.; Walter: "...Typical day, I guess? And no, you're not going to die..." maggie: HOW IS THIS _TYPICAL_?! Walter: "One time Kafka lost his head. Literally." kids:............................ philip: *passes out* Kafka: “…..” -elsewhere- kan: got the notes! *puts them onto a desk of one of the publishing company employees* Employee: "...Um...What?" kan: the note paper you asked me for? ^^; Employee: "Oh, right..." *flips through* sakutaro: kikuchi. the boss has assigned another task for you. *hands them a photo* it's a new member of the company. you and miyoshi are to meet them at the airport today. kan: yes sir! miyoshi: .~.; sakutaro: and try not to screw up. miyoshi: Q~Q o-kaaaaaayyyyy... kan: miss tatsuji, remember your breathing. miyoshi: *INHAAAAALES* i-im good... ???: "Waaaiiii....Ooooo...KAH!" *making poses* kan: ooooi, eiji! were heading out now! Eiji: *stops posing* "Okay!" *bows to his samurai action figure* "BRB." *follows* miyoshi: mr yoshikawa if i end up passing out, you take the wheel. Eiji: " 'Ight! But try to keep under the speed limit..." -elsewhere- ???: "What a mess you two made--over, what, $40 and a...cicada?" Mantis: "Roach." 'greed oni': they guy hit mantis with a fucking van- Mantis: "HOW AM I NOT DEAD?!" ???: "Stubbornness." Mantis: >n< 'lust oni': it's quite amazing actually~, right isadora honey~? 'greed oni': ugh, i told you, it's 'izzy'! Mantis: "Jeez, get a room." izzy: mantis, you know that's how they are to everyone...fitting for the oni of lust. 'lust oni: guilty as charged~<3 Mantis: "My point stands--get a room, even if it's by yourself." hyouga: regardless, lets just get back to the meeting. Mantis: "Hmph." *counts money* ???: "Look at me, Mantis." Mantis: "I'm looking, Pride..." Pride: "...Very well. What are we here to discuss?" taoka:.....*glances at another person*....you havent spoken a word since the meeting started. Envy: "...How come PRIDE gets to start us off?!" Mantis: -_- *eyeroll* izzy: cuuuz the boss put him in charge? Envy: "I COULD DO IT, TOO!" Pride: "Yes, but poorly." Envy: *incoherent scream* lust oni: oh my, there they go again~ ^^ taoka: so unprofessional... hyouga: now come on you two, you're grown ass adults, start acting like it.

Pride: "I am nothing if not mature." Envy: "I CAN BE MORE GROWN UP THAN THE LOT OF YOU! So, what's the next tasks after 'failed alley robbery #487?" Mantis: -n- "It was 'Successful Alley Robbery...#7." taoka: 'retrieving wrath'? Pride: "...Oy." Mantis: "We have to?" -elsewhere- juria: *chewing gum, leaning against the wall* Carin: "...Yo." juria: *pop*....*pop*...... Carin: "Hey. You had tasks to do." *offers a broom* juria:...so? Carin: "So get to work and drop the attitude, you bum." juria: heres some food for thought. if you want the work done so badly, why dont _you_ do it? Carin: "Because it's assigned to _you_, I have other tasks to finish--and because I said so!" juria: three things. 1, i. 2, dont, and 3, care. Carin: "...Look, your royal highness, do I need the commander to have you scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush?" juria: how would _you_ like to be swallowing your own teeth? Carin: "Try it--I'm sure someone would love to have you dead where you stand." juria: *flame gauntlet* bring it. ogun: come on guys, knock it off. gwen: .... Carin: *grumbles* "Fine..." *turns his back* "Dumb gum-chewing demon..." juria: you two want in on the pain train too?! WELL COME ON THEN! *DEAFENING WHISTLE* juria: >-o gwen: >^< Pan: "..." *lowers the whistle* "You all done?" Carin: *covering his ears* Q_Q -elsewhere- hans: *patching up george* Leroux: Q_Q "Oh, dear..." Goethe: "..." *sighs* george: c-could have been worse....but on a lighter note, i think i know how my ability works.... Goethe: "...Well, that's right on time. It's going to let you travel, then?" george: yeah, but just as long as theres water nearby... Goethe: "That's a pain, Aqualad...Carry a water bottle with you." george:....*sweatdrop* (what kind of nickname is that...) etta:....the van's back! george: the others- hans: you stay right there young man! walter: we're back. and we got another patient... *The back door of the van opens, revealing the kids--and Kafka, covered with a blanket* Kafka: "..." *barely conscious* maggie: george! *hug* Leroux: *covers his mouth* george: !!! mr kafka! etta: !!!!! *shocked* Goethe: "Jeez..." Kafka: *shivers, pulls the blanket over himself, ashamed* hans: what the hell even happened to him? *there's blood in the back of the van* walter: things got bad...there were these goons that showed up.... Kafka: "F-Fire..." hans:...... Goethe: "Get him to the infirmary, too. And get him a hospital smock or something..." -and so- hans:....christ, kafka, what were you thinking?! Kafka: "...I just...got wrapped up..." Goethe: "You acted stupidly, you pest." walter: ...... Kafka: "..." george:....still.....he did buy time for us.... Kafka: "..." Goethe: "And if he had paid attention and done what he was supposed to, you wouldn't have needed to get more time..." Leroux: *pulls back the blanket--and all color fades from his face* "..." hans:...leroux?...what-.....!!!!! walter:.....*his stomach drops in shock* Kafka: "...What are you all looking at?" *Carved into back: "ROACH"* george:....y-your back..... Kafka: "...What did they do..." walter:..... *holds up two mirrors so that he could see it...* im sorry..... Kafka: "...Everybody...get out." hans: but- Kafka: "GET OUT! ALL OF YOU, GET OUT! I HATE YOU! I HATE EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! NOW GET OUT RIGHT NOW!" hans:...... george:...... walter:....... Goethe: "...Come on. Let the roach ruminate..." Kafka: *furious roar--without turning into a roach* hans: ........*puts george into a wheelchair and exits* *All head to the exit...but Walter* george: *looks back, sympathetically...* ..... walter:........... Kafka: *looking at the wall* "...I said leave." walter: .....*he shakes his head* why do you keep doing this? Kafka: "Doing what?" walter: you keep pushing people away, even when they're only trying to help you... Kafka: " 'Help'? Oh, yes, real helpful. George was a big help with my back. Goethe was so helpful with that insult. You, Walter, were sooooooo helpful getting there late! What, had a show to go binge watch?!" walter: *grabs kafka by the collar* HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THINGS WOULD GO TO SHIT? HUH?! Kafka: "?! Unhand me! Haven't I suffered enough for everything?!" walter: do you think i _wanted_ you to be put through this?! newsflash, we're only human! we make mistakes like this! Kafka: "I'M NOT! I am supposed to get it right! I should be perfect! And now, I'm just...some insect!" walter: ..... Kafka: "I hate all of this! I hate all of you! And I’m miserable! And now I’m stuck in here because of this insane Faustian bargain!” walter: then why havent you left then? what's keeping you here!? Kafka: “...Because I have nowhere to go.” walter:....... etta: *listening from outside, tears falling* ..... Kafka: "...What, go home to a family that I can't show myself to? What friends?" walter: ..... Kafka: "...I can't even die...Not normally." walter:...........*hug* Kafka: "..." *too exhausted to push him away, he cries silently* walter: we arent going to give up on you that easily, ok? Kafka: "...You should..." walter: well we're not. so get used to it, buddy. Kafka: "..." *sobbing* "Idiot..." etta: ..... -elsewhere-