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Outcast p3

~Lo’ak x Metakaynia reader

~Angst, fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-Two souls finally uniting

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They say the mind may forget, but the body doesn't. As much as you liked to think you couldn't remember your mother, you could. The day she left you, she sang a hum as she swam. She was happy, peaceful and you let yourself fall asleep in it.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.” She sang as she rocked you. You smiled at her, grabbing for her braids, “Baby mine, dry your eyes.’ Tears fell from her eyes though she smiled, “[Y/n], I know you may be confused but submit to the water,” she began going deeper, “you and I will meet daddy very soon if you do.”

You jolted up from your sleep, Lo’ak waking up as well, “are you alright?” Tears fell as you went into his embrace. “Same dream again,” Lo’ak held a tight grip on you as he whispered praises in your ear. “She can't hurt you, baby,” he told you as you finally calmed down. You knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real.

Lo’ak watched as your eyes closed and you fell asleep. He couldn't help himself but stare at you. You were by far, the most gorgeous thing he had ever looked at. These past few months, all he could do was think about you. How you were, asking if you missed Payakan, and just spending his every waking moment with you.

From the start, he knew he thought you were pretty. And as you become acquainted with the tribe, and met his family, pretty sooner changed to beautiful. He watched how you tried to become one of the people, your speech had become better over these last few months, and you even had a bond with Neytiri, beautiful changed to gorgeous.

All he wanted was for you to be happy. He saw you so happy, these last couple of months you were nothing short of a ray of sunshine. You missed Payakan of course, and you wanted to visit him. But a part of you knew, you didn't just wash up on the beach. Payakan wanted you to be happy, even if it meant letting you go.

You and Lo’ak were, “two peas in a pod,” as Jake called you both. You liked the name, often referring to Lo’ak as your “missing pea.” Lo’ak every day, took you on a walk near the ocean. Take your mind off everything new you are learning, so you felt like you had some stability in your life.

Today, you collected shells because you wanted Kiri to show you how to make a friendship bracelet. You loved Kiri and said would go on to say she was your closest friend, but you also knew you loved Lo’ak just not the same way. He made your heart beat, always making you smile, and you often felt a little ting in your heart when he spoke to other girls. When he spoke with Tsireya.

You liked the girl, but you felt possessive of Lo’ak. You wanted the boy's attention on you, and he found it cute how you held a pout every time Tsireya spoke with him. You would pretend to be sleepy, or grab his hand and give a sly smile to Tsireya. The poor girl just assumed you were being nice, but anyone else could see you were claiming the boy.

“I make bracelet with Kiri for you,” you said as you both neared the end of the walk. Lo’ak smiled, he so wanted to complete the bond with you. But you weren't ready for that yet, so he’d wait. In full honesty, he’d wait till he was old if it meant being with you.

You walked up to Kiri with all the supplies and a big smile, “I’m ready!” She smiled as she began picking out the smaller shells, “you really love Lo’ak right?” You nodded your head as you threaded the beads on the bracelet, “he was telling me how much you like the mixed berries,” Lo’ak often would sit and talk about you for hours. In the rare moment, you weren't with him, he’d speak about the random things you liked, hated, activities you learned that day.

A smile appeared on your face, “Lo’ak likes you a lot [Y/n],” you stopped beading altogether. “Why wouldn't he?” Her words confused you, “he likes you, the same way you love the ocean. He can't live without you.” A blush appeared on your face, but before Kiri could speak more, Tsireya walked in. “Have you seen Lo’ak?” your demeanor changed, not because you didn't like the girl, but because what could she possibly need from Lo’ak? “Why?” you question her quickly to which she gives you a soft smile. “His father is looking for him,” Kiri handed you the finished bracelet with a smirk. “It's good, I do it!” you said smiling and heading toward Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! I'm done,” you said hugging him. You didn't even notice you ruined his conversation with Neteyam. “I better go check on Tuk,” he said giving Lo’ak a look before leaving. “Here!” you grabbed his wrist and put the bracelet on him, “stays on forever.” Lo’ak looked into your eyes, “forever,” at that moment he understood what it meant to love someone so much you can't live without them. You can't sleep without them, eat, walk, jog, anything and everything. At that moment he just wanted to confess, but he knew it would be wiser to wait.

Right before you came, he and Neteyam spoke. Lo’ak confessed his feelings about you, causing Neteyam to laugh, “everyone can tell!” Lo’ak groaned in his hands, “everyone?” Neteyam put a hand around his shoulders, “including Tuk.” Lo’ak explained fully how you both met. Explained how you were out at sea with Payakan. He hadn't said anything to an adult because it wasn't his story to tell. “You two will work out,” Neteyam said smiling. “How do you know?” before he could get a proper response, you were in his arms.

He thought of the previous conversation and decided he’d make a move. “Your dad needs you,” you said as he looped a hand around you, “Tsireya said so,” a little venom left your mouth at the mention of the girl. Lo’ak laughed, “why do you hate her so much?” you immediately shook your head, “I don't hate her!” you had a hard time getting the right words out so you adverted to something you did when you first met Lo’ak. You patted his chest, “outcast,” you brought your hand to your own chest, “outcast.”

Lo’ak understood what you were conveying. You both were the same. placing his forehead to yours, “I’m in love with you,” he then swooped your face to look at him, “I love you.” You smiled big connecting your lips with his, “Lo’ak and I mate?” you were excited jumping from foot to foot. “Yes, tonight me and you,” You let a squeal before clapping, “I tell everyone!” In the corner stood Jake, who came looking for the boy. A smile crept on his face.

Jake saw your relationship as history repeating itself. He remembers how Neytiri would do the same gestures or would hiss at any person who came too close.

You sat by the ocean looking at it. You wanted to tell Payakan, how you and Lo’ak were to be mated. You knew how excited he’d be for you both. Your heart broke knowing how much he’s missed already. You were so taken away by your thoughts you hadn't noticed Ronal.

“It's beautiful isn't it?” the older woman questioned as your eyes went to her. She had come to terms with you being Seba’s child. You smiled at her, “pretty like Lo’ak,” you always found a way to rope him into your conversation. This trait reminded her of your mother, and how much she loved your father. A tear rolled down her cheek looking at you.

“Why?” you said as you noticed her sad facade. “I’m just so happy that your okay,” she said looking into your eyes. It was like Seba was there with her, “your mother what was her name?” you cringed at the mention of her, “bad,” you said before looking at the ocean. Ronal looked at you confused, “what do you mean?”

You felt your own tears pull into your eyes, “she loved you,” you looked at her confused. Did she know your mother? “No, hate in her heart. That's why she marked me,” there was no way Seba hated you. She noticed how silent sobs left your mouth, she brought you into a hug. “How did she mark you?”

You embraced the hug she gave you, “marked for death. Till Payakan saved me, I miss him,” Ronal’s eyes widened in fear, “you met with Payakan? And your alive?” she stood up quickly still holding you tight.

She brought you to the Sully tent, “Lo’ak,” you said before running into his arms. “What's wrong, baby,” Ronal faced you both, “when you met her, who was she with?” Lo’ak looked confused sharing a look with his family, “a tulkun,” was all she needed to hear before she gasped loudly, “she was raised by a killer!” You became defensive immediately, “PAYAKAN NOT KILLER,” you faced the woman.

“You know nothing of what you speak of. Your mother thought you were dead!” you shook your head, “Payakan loves me, mom does not.” Ronal couldn't believe this, “of course Seba loved you,” Neytiri stepped forward before placing a hand on Ronal, “give her a break.”

Her words angered you, “She left me. Left me for death,” you said through choked sobs. Lo’ak pulled you closer to him, “it's okay, take your time,” you looked at the older woman, “I was found by Payakan, if not for him good as dead.”

You remembered feeling alone growing up, having no friends, and being out at sea, “Payakan feed me, and he played with me, taught me to swim,” Ronal watched you. She couldn't even fathom the thought of her friend, her best friend purposely leaving you out there. Marking you for dead.

“She would never do that,” you shook your head, “Payakan did everything.” Ronal walked out. “Why so much hate?” you said while Lo’ak kissed your forehead.

“Payakan loves me, and he loves you to no killer,” Lo’ak nodded, “you don't have to defend yourself to me, I believe you no matter what.”

You smiled before kissing him once more, “tonight,” he smiled, “tonight.”

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I didn't think you guys actually liked this story! So glad you do because I LOVEE this concept! Hope you enjoy it! THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD! i didn’t want to keep you guys waiting so tomorrow, i’ll go back through and change all mistakes.

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shiningwonderland · 1 year ago

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Ranmaru Kurosaki (All Star)

Translator: Raine (Twitter: amagiyas)

Proofreader: Shu (Twitter: coldcagelord)

Editors: Lacey (Twitter: fairyharp) & Aoi (Twitter: AoiTsukihime)

Chapter One — KEEP OUT MY TERRITORY

Inside the live house, there were a lot of people busy at work.

There were people setting up instruments and other people getting the venue ready, as well as musicians.

Following the press conference, I requested for Kurosaki-senpai to be my partner. Afterwards, when I recounted the events back to Tomo-chan, she was surprised to hear I had decided on Kurosaki-senpai as my partner.

The reason I picked him was based on a hunch… or rather, it was because I felt some sense of intuition at the time.

In any case, in order to learn more about him, I borrowed copies of Kurosaki-senpai's songs from the agency and listened to each of them intently. While listening to them, I believed I made the right choice of trusting my instincts.

A straight-forward sound, and a straight-forward voice. Songs don't lie. This person is very serious when it comes to music.

To be honest, I was a little bit scared after the press conference. But I don't think that he's a bad person.

I submitted my partnership request to the president, but it's been difficult to meet Kurosaki-senpai in person so I could only listen to his songs in the office.

When other members within the agency saw this, I followed their suggestion and am visiting the venue where he will be playing today.

Haruka Nanami: He… doesn't seem to be here either.

Just earlier, I tried to visit him in his dressing room but he wasn't there.

Staff A: Out of the way! It's dangerous to stand in the pathway like that!

Haruka Nanami: I-I'm sorry…

It feels like I'm just getting in the way ever since I arrived.

It would probably be best to wait in his dressing room.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? The dressing room… which way was it?

Staff B: Trolley coming through! Please make way!

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry!!

In my panic, I quickly jump out of the way.

Staff B: Whoaaa there, be careful! Watch your step, watch out!

Haruka Nanami: Huh? What? Ahh, AHHHHHH!!

I managed to avoid the incoming trolley, but the momentum caused me to lose my footing on the stairs.

???: Careful!

Suddenly, someone catches me by my outstretched hand and pulls me towards them.

???: Are you okay, lady? It's dangerous here; you should be more careful.

Huh? I feel like I've heard this voice before…

???: It's dangerous during setup time, especially with how busy everyone is. I think it is best if you waited in one of the dressing rooms.

Ah… this voice too…

I quickly turned around.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san! Hijirikawa-san! Good morning!

Ren Jinguji: Good morning, lady.

Masato Hijirikawa: It's been a while, Nanami. Have you been well?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! It's good to see that both of you are well too.

I heaved a deep sigh of relief upon meeting people who I knew.

Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-san are both new idols who graduated from Saotome Academy.

They are friends of mine from our student days. Since I am shy and reserved, they were the ones who cared for me and helped me.

After graduation, they both managed to debut and became affiliated with Shining Agency.

Now, the two of them are busy with their respective projects.

Furthermore, they are members of the Jinguji family and Hijirikawa family, two leading business conglomerates who represent Japan.

Ren Jinguji: So, what brings you to a place like this?

Haruka Nanami: Um… the truth is, I asked to be partnered with Kurosaki-senpai for the Christmas Live and Song Festival. He's always so busy I haven't been able to greet him properly, so I thought I would be able to meet him if I came here.

Ren Jinguji: Ah, come to think of it, Ryuya-san mentioned something like that.

Masato Hijirikawa: If that's the case, surely it would be better if you waited for him in his dressing room? As you have seen from earlier, it can be quite dangerous here.

Haruka Nanami: Actually, I didn’t know how to get back to the dressing rooms…

As I explained my situation, the two of them looked at each other and started laughing.

Ren Jinguji: Hahahaa! So the lady has lost her way. It’s a good thing we found you.

Haruka Nanami: Getting lost at this age…

It feels kind of embarrassing.

Masato Hijirikawa: Well, I would understand. Whether it’s a live house or a theatre, the entrance that leads backstage can often be quite confusing.

Hijirikawa-san also added that there’s the matter of security.

Ren Jinguji: Then let’s escort the lady to the dressing rooms. Come on, let’s go.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry to trouble you.

Following closely behind them, we made our way to the dressing rooms.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Huh…? Oh, it’s just you lot…

Ren Jinguji: Yo, good morning Ran-chan.

Masato Hijirikawa: Good morning, Kurosaki-san.

When we got to the dressing rooms, it seemed Kurosaki-senpai had just arrived as well.

He starts to put down his things while scowling at Hijirikawa-san and Jinguji-san.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What’s your deal, loiterin’ around a place like this? Are you even working properly? You better not be doin’ a careless job.

Masato Hijirikawa: We had the day off today, so we came to observe you.

Ren Jinguji: We’re putting into practice the things that you taught us. Today, we thought that we would come see you on stage and learn from you first-hand. She decided to come as well.

Jinguji-san patted me on the shoulder.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …Hah?

He looked down at me.

Haruka Nanami: Um… I’m Haruka Nanami from the Shining Agency. Today, I….

Ranmaru Kurosaki: And why're you ‘ere as well? What’d ya come out all this way for?

He narrows his eyes and asks me directly, cutting off my words.

H-How should I answer…?

Select the phrase!

To greet you… (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: I thought I would come and greet you.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Greeting… when we’re this busy before a live show?

As Kurosaki-senpai said that, he glanced at me and scowled.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry. At a busy time like this… I guess I am in the way…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Looks like you get it. Outta the way.

When he says it like that, I don’t have anything to respond with…

To help you… (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Um, I wanted to greet you and… if there’s something I can do, I would like to help as well!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah? You, help? What’s a novice amateur like you gonna do t’help?

Haruka Nanami: That is, um… I can’t think of anything straight away, but…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don’t try an’ offer help when ya don’t even know what you can do.

He clicked his tongue at me as he said that.

To observe you… (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: As Jinguji-san said, I came to observe your live show…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If ya gonna observe then do what you like, I don’t care. But I don’t get why you gotta barge in ‘ere as well.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, but what I really wanted to do was greet you…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …The heck’s this greeting ‘bout?

Haruka Nanami: It’s about our partnership…

After a brief pause, he opens his mouth.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Oh, that. I did hear something ‘bout it, but I haven’t accepted anythin’ yet. Even if it’s a mistake, I told ya not to choose me, didn’t I? I don’t need a partner.

Haruka Nanami: N-No way…

The door to the dressing room opened.

Staff: Kurosaki-san, we’re almost ready to begin sound checks. Please be on standby.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Got it. Looks like it’s time. Watch and learn.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes. Please allow us to learn from you.

Ren Jinguji: I’m looking forward to it, Ran-chan.

Kurosaki-senpai slung his bass over his shoulder and exited the dressing room.

After seeing Kurosaki-senpai off, we took our seats in the audience so that we could observe the rehearsal. As I was walking, I recalled the exchange that I just had.

Haruka Nanami: Ahh… what should I do?

Masato Hijirikawa: You haven’t done anything wrong. Kurosaki-san is just that sort of person. You could say it’s one of his characteristics… when we first started in the Master Course, I was also quite taken aback.

Hijirikawa-san smiled wryly.

It seemed that it took a long time for the two of them to have a proper conversation with Kurosaki-senpai like they do now.

I listened to a lot of his songs but… I still don’t know much about him…

I should take this opportunity to ask the two of them about him.

Select the phrase!

Ask about his music (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: When you mention Kurosaki-senpai, my first impression would be rock but… aside from that, is he interested in any other genres?

Ren Jinguji: Ah, of course there’s rock, but he enjoys all genres and is well-versed in all of them. He’s done a lot of study on them as well.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, but rather than judging based on genre, his approach is that of looking at each song individually to form his assessment. It’s not something that anyone can do.

Ren Jinguji: I guess you’re right… if he’s with you, someone who also loves music, I think you’ll get along well.

Haruka Nanami: I see…

I think I’ve seen a small spark of hope.

Ask about his personality (+10 Love)

Masato Hijirikawa: His personality, huh. It’s difficult to explain it in a single word, but you might say he’s ‘focused’’ or ‘stubborn’. Of course, I don’t mean it in a bad way! But he may appear hard to please at some times.

Haruka Nanami: Hard to please…

Now that I think about it, he did seem unapproachable earlier.

Ask about his personal history (+0 Love)

From what I know about him…

Haruka Nanami: In the past, Kurosaki-senpai used to be part of an indie band, right?

I heard from someone at the agency that the president scouted him when his band disbanded…

Haruka Nanami: What about before then?

Ren Jinguji: Before that time… huh…

Huh? I wonder what’s the matter. Both of them suddenly averted their gaze.

Masato Hijirikawa: That… It’s a long story, so we should save it for when we have time to explain properly.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? A-Ah, yes please.

I wonder what happened.

Ren Jinguji: Well, he is a shy person after all. I don’t think he’s very good at meeting new people. He says he isn’t good with women, but I think the real reason is he’s just shy. That’s why even if he seems a little cold, don’t give up on him.

Haruka Nanami: He isn’t good with women?

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, he’s completely different from Jinguji… It seems that his band disbanded due to trouble with women in the past.

Ah. So he is a self-disciplined person after all.

As we talked, we eventually reached our seats.

Ren Jinguji: Now that I think about it, lady. Just what made you choose Ran-chan as your partner?

Select the phrase!

It’s because I like his songs (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: I was starstruck when I first heard his songs. They were so honest and powerful… I felt such a strong impact, like the kind that directly moves your heart. That’s when I thought I would definitely like to work with him.

Masato Hijirikawa: It’s true that Kurosaki-san’s music moves people’s hearts and lights a fire in them. You felt that too, didn’t you?

Ren Jinguji: I get it now, so the lady was knocked out by Ran-chan.

I wanted to challenge myself (+10 Love)

“What do you mean by that?” Jinguji-san asked me with a smile.

Haruka Nanami: I could say that something struck me while I was listening to his music, but I heard from many others that he’s also quite strict. So I thought it would be a good chance to discipline myself!

Masato Hijirikawa: I see, it will be good if you can face Kurosaki-san with that same level of resolve. He makes a worthy opponent.

Ren Jinguji: Using the word ‘resolve’ like that… this isn’t training, you know.

Jinguji-san looked at the both of us, amused.

I had an interest in him (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Well… Of course, the first reason was his music. But I also had an interest in him too.

Ren Jinguji: Interest, huh. It’s true that Ran-chan is a very interesting person, so you won’t be bored with him around.

Jinguji-san grins broadly.

Masato Hijirikawa: Kurosaki-san may be strict, but what he’s saying isn’t irrational. He is overly disciplined especially when it comes to music. So if you approach him sincerely, I’m sure he will come to acknowledge you.

Judging from the situation earlier though, it seems receiving the recognition of Kurosaki-senpai will be far in the future.

Haruka Nanami: You’re right, I have to keep working hard until he acknowledges me!

The two of them nodded cheerfully.

The sound check has been happening on stage since it started a while ago.

Each song is played one at a time, and the balance between the instruments and the song as a whole should be checked but...

Masato Hijirikawa: Hmm…? Has something happened?

Hijirikawa-san looked towards the stage, his brows knitted together.

On stage, Kurosaki-senpai and the guitarist are engaged in an argument about something.

Ren Jinguji: Come on, let’s go see what’s happening.

I hurriedly chased after the two of them.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Just what’re you sayin’?! A real pro should be prepared t’play any song in their repertoire!

Guitarist: Even so, I didn’t prepare my nylon strings today. I didn’t hear about it, so how was I supposed to know? If you needed them, you should have told me beforehand.

Ren Jinguji: He doesn’t have nylon strings?

Jinguji-san murmured in a small voice, tilting his head to the side.

Haruka Nanami: Normally, rock songs are played using steel strings, so nylon strings are only used in special cases but…

Masato Hijirikawa: Hmm. That is correct, nylon strings are usually associated with classical or jazz music.

Haruka Nanami: So an extra song was added that uses nylon strings?

But it will be difficult to prepare now, what will they do?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The interlude of this song has a classical style. The recording is also played usin’ nylon strings. Of course you should’ve brought ‘em with you.

Guitarist: The song wasn’t in the original set list, yet you expected me to bring them regardless. How can you say that when you’re the one who changed the song at the last minute?

The staff began to gather around the two to see what the fuss was about.

That’s when the conversation became heated once again.

While listening in, I learned about the live setlist and the reason for the change. The song that was put in, I had heard it in the agency’s collection so I was familiar with it.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Changes are t’be expected in a live show. You’re no amateur, so what’s your deal?

At Kurosaki-senpai’s words, the guitarist’s facial expression suddenly became stern.

Guitarist: What was that? Until now, you’ve been saying whatever you like. But if you’re going to keep this up, then I’m leaving.

One of the staff members panics and steps in, asking him not to leave.

Staff: J-Just hold on a moment! We don’t have time for this, how about changing to a different song or making use of a synthesizer?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You gotta be kiddin’ me. A synthesizer is a synthesizer. There’s no way you can compare the sound to that of an acoustic guitar.

Staff: Come on, please. Everyone’s already waiting.

Kurosaki-senpai bit down on his lip.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch. I don’t wanna do this half-baked, but… we ain’t swappin’ the song, so let’s go with the synth…

Haruka Nanami: But if you do that, the image of the song will… it’ll change too much.

The words came out of my mouth before I realized, and everyone turned to look at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah? What’d you say?

Haruka Nanami: That is, um… it’s nothing.

As I hung my head to avoid his gaze, Jinguji-san clapped his hand on my shoulder.

Ren Jinguji: It will change… and then? It looks like the lady has a suggestion.

Haruka Nanami: That is…

I lifted my head boldly but was met with Kurosaki-senpai’s sharp gaze.

What should I do? For someone like me, giving my opinion here would be far too forward..

He might get angry at me, but…

Steeling myself, I opened my mouth to continue.

Haruka Nanami: If all you do is replace the instrument with the synthesizer, the tone color will change too much. That’s why…

With shaking hands, I pulled a notepad and pen out of my bag.

Haruka Nanami: Rather than that, the best thing would be to change this guitar part to a chord, add Kurosaki-senpai’s bass solo, and then the synthesizer will play a different melody’s arpeggio during this section…

I write some notes on a piece of paper and hand it to Kurosaki-senpai.

Haruka Nanami: With this, the arrangement will be different but I think it will still contain the same image.

Kurosaki-senpai took my notes without saying anything, looking over it in silence.

The staff up on stage looked at us nervously, awaiting a response.

Haruka Nanami: What… do you think?

Kurosaki-senpai looked up from the paper, and for a brief moment I thought that our eyes met.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …’Kay, let’s give it a try.

That was all he said before turning on his heel and moving to his position.

The sound checks resumed. The song from earlier began to play.

Thank goodness… the sound came out just how I imagined it.

Masato Hijirikawa: That’s amazing. Just when did your skills improve this much?

Haruka Nanami: While assisting various teachers, I saw how they dealt with these kinds of situations so…

Ren Jinguji: Well, it’s not an easy thing to do. Besides, the result isn’t bad at all.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much. I’m honored to be praised by both of you.

But I do wonder what Kurosaki-senpai thinks about it.

My heart pounded as I looked towards the stage.

Once the song ended, he closed his eyes without saying a word.

Then, he cast a glimpse at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …’Kay. We’ll run with this.

He muttered that quietly and put down his bass.

As the start of the live show drew near, once again, we returned to our seats in the audience.

From here, we had a good view of everything. Already, there were a great number of fans gathering.

There weren’t just female fans; there were a good number of male fans as well.

I could feel that this sort of concert draws in a wide range of people from all ages.

It looks like fun… everyone who came today has been looking forward to this live show.

Finally, the show began.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: It’s good t’see all of you! We’re gonna start off strong and heat things up right from the top!! Come, follow me!

Enthusiasm and cheers filled the live house.

Fan A: Waaaaaahhh! Ranmaru!!

Male Fan: We’ve been waiting for thisssss!

I could hear the low tones of his bass as he played and the heated, beautiful voice that seemed to envelop it. Loud cheers resounded in the audience, and the drums and guitar continued to stir up that excitement.

From one song to the next, the crowd were kept on their feet as they sang along, with the excitement in the venue continuing to rise even more.

Haruka Nanami: What amazing intensity…

I knew of it from his CDs and watching footage, but it’s completely different hearing it live.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, as expected from him. This intensity is not something that can be readily replicated.

His song resounded all throughout my body, shaking me straight to the soul.

Deep and powerful… it was the kind of song where I wanted to remain in its sound for as long as I could…

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to that intense sound.

Ren Jinguji: Heh, feels good doesn’t it? Are you hooked on Ran-chan’s sound?

Haruka Nanami: Eh? Ah… no, it’s not that…

But it really did feel amazing. I want to stay in this sound forever.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The next song is a first for us in a live. Listen well.

Ah, it’s the song from back then. I was able to tell right away by listening.

It’s different from the songs with vigorous melodies that had been played up until then.

In contrast, this song was a little more mellow.

Senpai’s bass solo. It resounded well with its tone color.

My heart sped up as I thought of how he took on my opinion and played with that in mind.

Even after that, Kurosaki-senpai continued to draw the audience in with high energy. The playing and vocals never wavered, and before I realised it, the live show had ended.

I wanted to listen to even more of it…

While thinking that, even after everyone had left, I gazed at the empty stage.

Haruka Nanami: Where is this…

After the live show, Hijirikawa-san and Jinguji-san went to say goodbye to Kurosaki-senpai before returning home. I had been following them, but…

Somewhere along the way, we got separated. Have I always had such a bad sense of direction?

Haruka Nanami: This is worrying…

Suddenly, I heard part of a conversation going on in the middle of the hallway.

Guitarist: I guess it didn’t turn out too badly. You made the right call putting that song in.

If I recall… that’s the guitarist who was involved in the argument before the live show.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: That’s what I was sayin’, wasn’t it? It’s not a song you normally see bein’ played live. So ‘course it’ll get the audience excited.

Guitarist: But Kurosaki, that wasn’t the right way to phrase things. I was fully prepared to leave.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Can it.

Saying to call on him next time, the guitarist turned the corner and left. Only Kurosaki-senpai was left behind and…

Just when I was looking for a way out, our eyes met.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...You again. Just what’re you doin’ here?

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry! I was on my way out when I got lost…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Lost? The exit’s the other way!

He pointed me in the opposite direction to which I had been going.

Haruka Nanami: Ehh!? So it was that way the whole time…

As soon as I said that, a pressing silence fills the air.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry! Thank you for your hard work!

Flustered, I quickly bow and prepare to leave.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Oi, hold up!

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes!?

My shoulders shake in surprise.

Kurosaki-senpai fixed his gaze on me intently.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Before, why didn’t you say anything about the arrangement on your own?

Haruka Nanami: Eh...?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You knew from the start, right? If Ren hadn’t said anything, were you planning on keepin’ quiet?

Haruka Nanami: That’s…

At that time, if Jinguji-san hadn’t said anything, I probably wouldn’t have had enough courage to say something myself.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: So if nothing had been said, you really were planning on lettin’ things go as they did. Guess it would've been easier if you didn't know any better.

Haruka Nanami: Um…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You can’t even express your own opinions without relyin’ on other people. See, that’s the reason you ‘aven’t been able to debut for a year and a half, ain’t that right?

Haruka Nanami: ……

I hung my head without saying anything in response to Kurosaki-senpai’s words.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I dunno how much musical talent you have, but if you don’t have anyone listenin’ to it, it’s pointless. I‘m not wastin’ my time with someone who’s not puttin’ in that effort. Got it? Then go home. And don’t follow me around anymore.

After he had said that, Kurosaki-senpai walked past me and left.

When I stepped outside the live house, it was already very dark.

Haruka Nanami: What should I… do from now…?

Everyone had already gone home so I was left to walk the abandoned streets by myself, a sigh escaping from me.

It’s true, even if my luck was bad, I’m mostly to blame as well for not being able to debut up until now.

Ever since my time as a student, I’ve been watched over and taken care of by the people around me. It’s thanks to them that I’ve been able to come this far.

But to advance from here, it’s just as Kurosaki-senpai said; I have to move forward on my own now.

Haruka Nanami: Am I capable of doing something like that?

Just when today’s nerves, exhaustion, and my own helplessness were about to overwhelm me, I saw a warm yellow light.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, a restaurant.

In front of me was a small and cosy restaurant.

On a signboard in green lettering, the words “Kitchen Parsley” were written on it.

Haruka Nanami: I haven’t really been out this way before…

Now that I think about it, I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning.

As if being drawn in, I opened the door to the restaurant.

Old Woman: Welcome.

When I entered the restaurant, an old woman wearing a white apron greeted me from inside. From what I saw, there were no other customers around.

Haruka Nanami: Um, are you still open?

Old Woman: Yes, of course. Come, have a seat.

She led me to a table and sat me down, handing me a green, handwritten menu. When I opened it, there were things like hamburg steak and spaghetti, like what you would find on the menu of a Western-style restaurant.

Old Woman: Have you decided on your order yet?

After a moment, the old woman came to take my order.

Haruka Nanami: Ah um, how about… could I please have the consommé and a demi-glace omurice?

The old woman took the menu from me and went to the kitchen out back. Inside, I could see an elderly aged man. I wonder if he’s the chef?

I looked around slowly at the interior of the restaurant. It’s old and small, but it looks like it’s been properly looked after.

Inside, on a small blackboard the words “Very Popular!! Extra Large Demi-Glace Omurice (extra hamburg steak topping add 100 yen)” were written.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…

The inside of the restaurant is warm, and there’s a nice scent wafting around. I felt like I had been brought back to life, and let out a large sigh.

Old Woman: Here you are, consommé and salad. It’s hot, so please be careful.

The old woman placed down a simple white soup cup and a bowl of salad in front of me.

Haruka Nanami: Wah, thank you for the food.

I took one sip of the consommé. Hmm……!?

Haruka Nanami: Delicious… this is really delicious!!

Old Woman: Oh my, that makes me happy to hear. Honey, she said the consommé is delicious!

The old woman turned towards the kitchen and called out.

Old Woman: Even though it’s only a small shop, our consommé is properly made using bouillon. I’m glad that you like it.

Old Man: Hey, the demi-glace omurice is ready.

A voice sounded from the kitchen.

The old woman hurried away and came back with a tray.

Old Woman: Thank you for waiting. Please, take your time and eat up.

The old woman placed a plate of omurice in front of me, white puffs of steam rising from it.

A hearty amount of demi-glace sauce was coated on top of the simmering egg.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you for the food!

When I stuck my spoon in, moist chicken rice could be seen inside.

Old Woman: The chicken rice is made by combining our homemade ketchup with tomato purée. That’s why it’s so fresh, wouldn’t you say so?

The old woman explains to me happily while topping up the condiments on one of the tables.

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

The sweet and juicy chicken rice, the fluffy egg, and the thick and deep flavour of the demi-glace sauce. Before I knew it, not even a single grain of rice was left on the plate.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you for the food, that was delicious!

With a smile on her face, the old woman returned to the kitchen. After a moment, she came back carrying a small silver plate on a tray.

Old Woman: Here you are. This is on us.

Haruka Nanami: Eh, but…

The old woman placed a small pudding à la mode in front of me.

Old Woman: I’m afraid it’s our leftovers, but… you look tired, so please eat this and I hope it cheers you up.

Haruka Nanami: Wah, thank you so much.

The pudding had a strong eggy flavour, and the caramel was slightly burnt…

The exhaustion from today slowly began to seep away.

While I was eating the pudding, an old man appeared from the kitchen.

Old Man: What do you think, our cooking’s pretty good eh? It’s only a small restaurant, but we don’t cut corners.

Haruka Nanami: Yes! It’s like a first-class restaurant.

The old couple’s eyes met and they let out a laugh.

Old Man: Hahaha! That’s good. But the prices are average, so you can eat with peace of mind.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… yes.

Old Man: Say, darling. How about you serve the young lady a coffee?

Old Woman: Oh yes, right away.

Thanks to the sweetness of the pudding and the kindness of the restaurant owners, I could feel my weary heart slowly being warmed up.

I couldn’t keep being all depressed. The next chance I had was surely the creation of the unit song for the Christmas Live.

Somehow, I had in mind the melody that I wanted to create. I had to gather my courage and face the senpai with my own opinion. I had to tell them this was the song I wanted them to sing.

While drinking the coffee that was brought to me, this was what I decided on my own.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you again for everything. It was delicious.

Old Woman: You’re very welcome. Please come again.

Just when I was about to pay…

Thug A: Oi, Hariya’s men here. We’re comin’ in.

The door violently burst open, and a pair of men entered.

They seem a little scary…

One of them was wearing a striped suit, and the other was wearing sunglasses.

Old Man: L-Leave!!

Thug B: Once you’ve paid up, we’ll leave you alone. Hehehe.

Old Woman: We’ll make it up somehow by the end of the month... we have a customer at the moment, so please leave for today.

Thug A: Tch. After we came out all this way, we’re tellin’ ya to cough somethin’ up!

The man in sunglasses began to violently kick over some of the chairs near the entrance.

The old man lost his balance trying to avoid the falling chairs and landed on his backside.

Old Man: Please stop! Ack… Oww-ow-ow…

Old Woman: Ah…

The old woman panicked, wanting to rush over to the old man. However, she could only cover her head and crouch down, shaking.

Haruka Nanami: Are you okay!?

In a panic, I rushed over to the old couple.

Haruka Nanami: U-Umm... please stop!!

Thug A: Hah? Who are you?

One of the two vulgar men glanced at me and scowled.

W-What should I do…?

I may be scared, but the old couple are in trouble. In any case, I have to drive away these people.

I stood in front of the men, blocking their way.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m a composer!

Ugh… my voice cracked.

Thug B: Well, well. So what if you are?

It seems the conversation was about money. If so, then…

Haruka Nanami: Um, I was looking to rent out this place next time and host a live show. I was here to discuss the plans for that!

I pulled out a business card from my bag.

Haruka Nanami: They told me that they were planning to use the income from that to pay off the outstanding amount.

The two men looked at the business card that I had handed them.

Thug A: Shining Agency. That’s a pretty big name…

The man in sunglasses looked at the old man.

Old Man: Ah… Ahh… T-That’s right! It’s just as the young lady said!!

Upon hearing the old man’s words, the two men looked at each other.

Thug A: There’s nuthin’ else we can do ‘bout it. Fine, we’ll leave it at that for t’day. But you know what’s gonna happen if you don’t pay up next time.

At their words, the old couple nodded in quick succession.

Clicking their tongues, the two men left the restaurant.

Old Man: I’m sorry for the trouble... thank you so much…

When I turned, the old man and old woman were both crouched down on the floor, their faces pale white.

Haruka Nanami: M-Mister!! Ma’am!!

In a panic, I quickly called an ambulance.

On our way to the hospital, the two of them began to tell me about their situation little by little. The restaurant was opened 25 years ago, focusing on university students who attended local universities in the neighbourhood. Thanks to them, business was able to thrive.

However, since a new shopping mall opened in front of the station, almost everyone has been going there now. Right before it opened, the restaurant underwent a small reconstruction but… because of the sudden drop in revenue, it became difficult for them to pay off the loan borrowed for the reconstruction costs.

Before they knew it, the manager of the loan company was succeeded by someone else who was very rough in character. It was due to that change in management that they’ve been dealing with this harrassment for the past few months.

Haruka Nanami: It seems like they’re dealing with a lot, in more ways than one…

I sighed in front of the hospital.

Old Woman: Oh, it’s you… were you waiting for us?

When I lifted my head, the old man and old woman had their eyes fixed on me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah! Are you both okay?

Old Woman: Yes, my husband strained his back in the past and it seems that old injury had relapsed. For me, it was just my anemia acting up.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so? Thank goodness…

With a sigh of relief, my shoulders relaxed.

Old Man: It wasn’t anything serious. But it seems we made you worry, didn’t we?

Haruka Nanami: I’ll accompany you back to the restaurant. There’s some cleaning up to do as well, isn’t there?

Old Man: Oh no, we wouldn’t want to trouble you further. We’re thankful to you just for getting rid of those guys.

Old Woman: Yes, at the very least, please accept tonight’s meal on us.

Haruka Nanami: No, please! I would feel bad if I did. Um, my purse…

Hurriedly, I was about to pay for the bill when I heard a familiar voice resounding behind me.

???: Hey, are you two alright?!

Huh… this voice is…

???: Hah… what’s this…? You guys look okay...

Nervously, I turned to look behind me.

Haruka Nanami: Kurosaki… senpai…!? Why are you here…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah!? You… what’re you doin’ here?!!

Kurosaki-senpai and I both asked the same question at almost the exact same time.

Old Man: What’s this? Young lady, you were a friend of Ranmaru-chan’s this whole time?

Haruka Nanami: Ranmaru-chan…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Wha—! Hey, don’t repeat what he just said! And Gramps, don’t call me that in front of other people, y’hear me?!

This time, the old man and myself drew back at almost the same time.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah? Helped you? By drivin’ off a bunch of thugs? Just how’d y’pull that off…

After Kurosaki-senpai received an explanation from the old woman, he looked at me suspiciously.

Haruka Nanami: About that, I’m not too sure how I should explain it myself…

Old Man: She talked to them. That’s all it was, talking.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: T-Talk!? This woman did that?

Startled, he pointed a finger at me.

Haruka Nanami: Eh, well… That isn’t wrong....I guess..

Old Woman: That’s why we owe this young lady a favor.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Are you f’real?

After a while, Kurosaki-senpai turned to the three of us.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: O-Okay... I don’t really get what’s happenin’, but in any case if you did help ‘em out you have my thanks. We took up your time, didn’t we.

Haruka Nanami: Oh no, not at all. I couldn’t do much else…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: But you helped ‘em, didn’t you? You don’t have to be overly modest. Just accept it.

Kurosaki-senpai narrowed his eyes at me with a glare, before going over to the old couple.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well then, can you walk? It’s not that far to the restaurant, but I’ve called a taxi over there just in case.

“Sorry for the trouble,'' the old man said.

As the two of them walked over, Kurosaki-senpai turned around to look at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I’ll take the two of ‘em home. You better be goin’ too.

Haruka Nanami: A-Ah… if so, I’ll also follow you to the restaurant…

As I said that, Kurosaki-senpai sighed.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Just what time d’you think it is?! If I tell ya to go home, then go home!!

Kurosaki-senpai yelled and pointed his finger at me sternly.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes, right away! Thanks for your hard work today!!

I quickly bowed my head and ran off.

Leaving the hospital behind me, I walked for a short while.

Haruka Nanami: He’s right, it is quite late now.

As I walked, I looked down at my watch. What time does the last train come, I wonder?

Even then, today was… a lot has happened and I’m quite tired.

Haruka Nanami: Oh no, I didn’t end up paying them in the end!

Ahh, what should I do. I should really go back and pay. But everyone might have already left. I sighed out loud.

It’s no good. I didn’t even have the energy to go back.

Haruka Nanami: I’ll go back there another day. Right now, I have to get on the train or…

But, huh? Which way was the station?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Found ya! Hey, wait up!

Kurosaki-senpai came riding on a bicycle, passing by me quickly before slamming on the brakes.

Haruka Nanami: K-Kurosaki-senpai!? Wha!? I thought you had already left… is something the matter?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What are you, an idiot or somethin’! The station’s the other way!

Kurosaki-senpai shouted, pointing to the other side of the road.

Haruka Nanami: Eh? I-I’m sorry. Come to think of it, I came by ambulance so I don’t really know where we are.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If ya didn’t know, then don’t go walkin’ off carelessly like that! Got it? Come ‘ere.

With the bike rattling beside him, he began to guide me.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Go straight along this road and turn right at the end. Once you see the pharmacy, go left! Follow the windin’ road and you should get to the station! Ya got all of that?!

When I looked in the direction that Kurosaki-senpai pointed out, I could see the faint lights of the town.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes… I think I’ll be okay. I’ve got it!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If y’got it, then don’t you dare mess up! Find your way on your own. ‘Cause really, I can’t deal with all of ya at the same time.

After he had said that, he turned the handle sharply and left.

But, where did that bike…?

I continued to stay there, watching the back of Kurosaki-senpai’s retreating figure as he rode off.

That night in the bath, I recalled all of the things that had happened today.

Was it by chance that Kurosaki-senpai saw me walking off in the opposite direction and chased after me?

Haruka Nanami: His tone may be harsh, but he did tell me the way home…

...What a strange person.

After finishing up in the bath, I made my way to the piano.

The live show. The taste of the omurice. Kurosaki-senpai’s strict words to me.

With all the different thoughts running around in my head, I stayed up late into the night composing.

A few days passed after that. In order to discuss the Christmas Live unit song, I arrived at the office’s meeting room.

Haruka Nanami: Excuse me…

There was no response. Does that mean there’s no one around?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …...zzzzz.

Haruka Nanami: Wah!!?

When I looked down at the source of the noise, I noticed the chairs in the meeting room had been neatly pushed together, and I saw Kurosaki-senpai’s sleeping form laying across them.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hnn…? Ah… oh, you…

Haruka Nanami: G-G-Good morning!?

My greeting came out as an unintended question.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Fuaaaarrhh… what in the world. Your voice is so freakin’ loud this early in the morning. Aghhh… ouch. My head’s still poundin’.

Kurosaki-senpai began to wake slowly, yawning while scratching his head.

His hair was ruffled and messy.

Ai Mikaze: Morning.

The door opened, and in came Kotobuki-senpai and Mikaze-senpai.

Reiji Kotobuki: Alright, Rei-chan is here! And ohh? Ooohhhh?

Ranran, are you hungover?

Kotobuki-senpai addressed his question to the still half-asleep Kurosaki-senpai with a smile.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...Shut up. An’ how the heck are you still so put together after drinkin’ that much…

Reiji Kotobuki: Ahahaha, and even then I was nowhere near my limit~!

Ai Mikaze: The both of you are idols, you should be more careful.

Kotobuki-senpai laughs hollowly.

At that moment, Camus-senpai arrived as well, getting dragged into the conversation by Kotobuki-senpai.

My impression of everyone now is a little bit different from when I first met them last month.

Surprisingly, they seem to get along quite well.

Finally, Hyuga-sensei joined in on the meeting because he was worried about me.

Because this is the first meeting, we will be discussing things like the overall image of the song. Although, I got a bit carried away and already composed a demo track…

If there’s a chance for them to hear the demo, I’m going to try and ask them myself.

Ryuya Hyuga: Okay, let’s start this meeting. Well, it’s only the first one so how about we start with a rough image of the song?

Ai Mikaze: Image, huh. So you’re referring to the direction for the musical style or genre?

Ryuya Hyuga: Yeah, that’s right. With the intention of creating an idol song, it might be interesting to mix different elements. As the composer, what do you think?

Haruka Nanami: The genre....

Select the phrase!

Rock (+30 Love)

Haruka Nanami: After all, rock is quite cool isn’t it? The four of you have tough and adult-like impressions, so I think the best way to express that is through rock.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...Woman, d’you think that by sayin’ rock it would make me happy?

Kurosaki-senpai glanced at me and glared.

Haruka Nanami: No, of course not…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well, I would be happy with rock in any case…

Reiji Kotobuki: Even though you say it like that, of course you’re happy with rock aren’t you? Right, right~?

Could this mean… Kurosaki-senpai approves of my suggestion?

Jazz (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: What do you think about adding a jazz element in? All of you are very distinctive, and it brings to mind the image of a jazz session. Don’t you think it could be interesting?

Reiji Kotobuki: Jazz, hey? Yup, yup. Presenting a more adult-like feeling might not be so bad. What do you think, Ranran?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: We ain’t just talkin’ about the mood. ‘s not something you do half-heartedly either. It’s deep… like a form of art.

Haruka Nanami: Art… Kurosaki-senpai, other than rock, are you knowledgeable about jazz as well?

“A little,” he murmured.

Classical (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: If we adopt a classical style into the song, it might be interesting.

All of the senpai are well-grounded in music, so a classical song would also bring out their magnificence.

Camus: Hmph, how silly. Classical music is only for the ears of nobles. It is not for the likes of fools like you.

Come to think of it, Camus-senpai plays the cello. Well, he is from a noble family of counts, so he might have some special attachment to the genre.

Reiji Kotobuki: It might be interesting, but for a live concert maybe something upbeat like rock or pop would be better?

He’s right, energy would also be an important factor.

Ryuya Hyuga: Alright, for the style of the song, how about we try out different things when we get to the arrangement phase? Also, since this is a special unit, we’ll also be putting effort into publicity and advertising. Is there anything that you guys want to do?

Hyuga-sensei asked them, wanting to hear everyone’s opinions.

Reiji Kotobuki: Publicity? How about we do something like parade around the streets of town while singing?

Camus: You, how is that even idol-like? If there’s a disturbance, what will you do?

Ai Mikaze: What if we sent a copy of our song to every computer in the country? We could do it via the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications’ server…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Quit sayin’ such absurd things. The basis is mass communications and media. Where should we promote ourselves first?

Haruka Nanami: Hmm, the media? Maybe…

Select the phrase!

Fashion Magazine (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: How about publishing a special feature in a fashion magazine? I think the four of you are very stylish, and if it’s a fashion magazine then female fans are sure to take notice…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Huh… not a bad idea.

Reiji Kotobuki: At the same time, we might be able to buy the clothes we wear for cheap.

Camus: Hmph, ever the frugal person, aren’t you.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Shaddap! Bein’ able to manage your funds well is rock!

Kurosaki-senpai snapped his fingers as he said so.

Flyer Distribution (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Um, what if everyone went around town handing out flyers? Wouldn’t that be pretty effective?

Ai Mikaze: That would make us feel new, but is it really okay for idols to be wandering the town giving out flyers?

Camus: That reminds me, when Her Majesty – the queen of my country – was crowned, we all walked around handing out notices. That was… splendid…

Camus-senpai is absent-mindedly lost in thought.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Not a bad idea, meetin’ our audience personally. Except no one does it these days.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry.

Video Website (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: What if we made use of a video sharing website? Now, online video websites have a stronger influence over television.

Reiji Kotobuki: Oh, that could be interesting! We can do live broadcasts too. Presenting my very own live broadcast, “Reicast”!

Ai Mikaze: Then, the name of mine would be “Aicast”? But where’s the lure?

Haruka Nanami: I think that’s the wrong use of casting...

Camus: “Camuscast”... it’s unusually difficult to pronounce. “Camuscast”, maybe “Camcast” for short...

Ryuya Hyuga: What in the world, you guys… you realise that isn’t the point, right!

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, let’s also take those opinions into account and think about how to develop our advertisement.

We talked about the plans leading up to the date and everyone’s schedules. After briefly going over everything required, we are finally able to take a break.

Ai Mikaze: Then, is that all for today? How about we decide on the date for the next meeting?

Mikaze-senpai, who had been taking minutes for the meeting looked up from his laptop.

This could be my chance.

Haruka Nanami: U-Um...! Excuse me, if it’s okay, could I please ask for a moment of your time?

At my words, everyone turned to look towards me.

Haruka Nanami: Aahh…

The next words won’t come out.

“Ah”, Hyuga-sensei chimed in as if he had remembered something.

Ryuya Hyuga: You made a demo track, didn’t you? Will you let us hear it?

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes! The truth is… before this meeting, I went ahead on my own and composed a demo track.

At my sudden remark, everyone’s eyes went wide. Only Kurosaki-senpai’s eyes remained sharp.

Haruka Nanami: Um… would you please listen to it?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hmph… let’s hear it then.

Kurosaki-senpai lightly crossed his arms.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay!

Nervously, I began to play the demo track.

SONG: "QUARTET NIGHT" (S RANK)

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ……

After listening to the song, Kurosaki-senpai remained perfectly still and quiet, hardly moving an inch.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… how was it?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …’sn’t bad.

Haruka Nanami: Eh?

I couldn’t hear what he said very well and without thinking, I asked him again.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I said it wasn’t bad. Don’t make me repeat myself.

Could it be… he liked it?

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes! Thank you very much!

SONG: "BRIGHT ROAD" (A-B RANK)

Kurosaki-senpai dropped the sheet music he was looking at onto the table with a thud.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: We’re not about to do a careless job ‘ere. The bass ain’t bad, but it’s ruined by the arrangement. You need to think more about the song.

Haruka Nanami: That means…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I‘m sayin’ the song itself ain’t bad. Redo the demo again and come back!

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

SONG: "BRIGHT ROAD" (C-D RANK)

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...Just what is this mess? Is this all a joke t’you?

Haruka Nanami: I… I’m sorry! Now that I listen again, there isn’t a lot of coherence and it feels inconsistent...

Kurosaki-senpai flips through the sheet music on the table before glaring at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If you understand, then you better do somethin’ about it. You have the basics, don’t slack off when implementing the finishing touches.

It seems he approves of the composition for now.

I’m going to try again.

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I wonder how everyone else felt about it. Nervously, I looked at each of them.

Ai Mikaze: I don’t think it was as bad as what I had been expecting. You’ve managed to capture each of our traits, so if you work yourself to death from here on out, I think we’ll be able to manage.

Haruka Nanami: To death…

But it seems like he approves.

Next to Mikaze-senpai, Camus-senpai smoothly adds sugar to his coffee.

Haruka Nanami: Camus-senpai, what did you think of it...?

I asked him this question and waited for him to finish adding sugar to his cup. It was an unbelievable amount.

Taking a small taste of his coffee, Camus-senpai sighed deeply.

Camus: At the very least, it seems like it will not require any extra effort. I will sing with my all during the performance, so you just need to do something about Kurosaki, child.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don’t just go off sayin’ what you like. ‘Sides, I don’t remember acceptin’ any partnership.

Kurosaki-senpai glared at Camus-senpai.

Reiji Kotobuki: I see, Kouhai-chan it looks like you’ve got some talent in the musical aspect of things. Where the problem lies is with your ability to communicate.

Kotobuki-senpai gently pointed out my weakness, and without thinking I looked down at the floor.

Reiji Kotobuki: Well, in saying so, what I mean is that you and Ranran are kind of similar. I think you would make a good partner~.

Haruka Nanami: Me and Kurosaki-senpai?

Is that… so…?

Kurosaki-senpai suddenly kicked over a chair and stood up.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don’t gimme that crap. Just where do ya think this woman and I are similar?!

He went and grabbed Kotobuki-senpai by the collar of his shirt.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ack! Hey there, no violence! Sorry, I’m sorry! Please forgive me! Ai-Ai, Myu-chan, c’mon help a guy out!

Ai Mikaze: Hmm? But it doesn’t involve me.

Camus: I have no interest in the disputes of fools. Do what you want…

Ryuya Hyuga: Hey Ranmaru, knock it off.

At Hyuga-sensei’s words, Kurosaki-senpai reluctantly let go of Kotobuki-senpai.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch, partner… it’s tiresome enough that she’s a woman. But on top o’that, I refuse to deal with someone who always looks so spaced out. You can do whatever ya like ‘bout the rest.

Upon saying that, Kurosaki-senpai grabs his jacket and heads towards the door. He closed the door roughly and left the meeting room.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah, man. He’s just trying to act all tough.

But he listened to my song properly… or so I thought. I let out a small sigh.

Ryuya Hyuga: Geez, that guy’s a real piece of work, huh.

With the meeting over, everyone went about their separate jobs.

While cleaning up the meeting room, I spoke a little bit with Hyuga-sensei. I told him about what Kurosaki-senpai said to me the other day.

I told him about how he didn’t acknowledge me as his partner, how I couldn’t voice my own opinions and him getting angry about it, and things like that.

Ryuya Hyuga: Although, it’s not like there isn’t any truth in what Ranmaru is saying. I think you have talent for composing, but even now you still remain reserved in some areas. If you don’t do something about it, it might be difficult for you to become independent as a composer.

Haruka Nanami: ...Yes.

I knew that Kurosaki-senpai was making a fair point when he said those things. I couldn’t do anything but nod my head in agreement.

Ryuya Hyuga: Even though I say that, he’s taking things way too far. As much as he doesn’t like doing things with other people, and saying he doesn’t like women, this is work. If he’s running away just because he doesn’t like something, doesn’t that mean he’s no different than a kid?

“He’s usually not this stubborn when it comes to work though,” Hyuga-sensei said to me with a sigh.

Ryuya Hyuga: But in contrast to his extreme way of doing things, you have to admit he has a great talent for music. On top of that, just like you, he isn’t great with words but he’s got loads of talent for writing songs. Maybe there, you’ll be able to figure something out.

Haruka Nanami: Talent for writing songs…

Ryuya Hyuga: It’s not like he said your song was bad or anything before, right? Doesn’t that mean he acknowledges the song as a whole? That’s rare for Ranmaru.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so?

Ryuya Hyuga: Yeah, if he really thought it was bad, he would tell you so until the very end… if he didn’t say anything, then you did well.

I could only nod while recalling his menacing look during the live show.

Ryuya Hyuga: The rest is up to you and your persistence… if you’re going to give up here, that’s it. But if you’re not willing to give up, then how about you try keeping at it a little more? Students do everything they’re told. Newcomers get help from those around them. But if you want to be more than that, you have to think for yourself and make your own decisions. This will be good training for you.

Haruka Nanami: Training...

Ryuya Hyuga: That’s right. How are you going to win over the other person? Think of a strategy. If you don't show others your enthusiasm, you can’t expect to establish human relations.

Strategy, appeal. They’re requiring such advanced concepts from me, and it makes me feel overwhelmed. Seeing this, the corner of Sensei’s mouth twitches upwards.

Ryuya Hyuga: If he still continues to make trouble for you after that, I’ll go over there and drag him out myself. Don’t worry about it.

Haruka Nanami: I understand! I’ll do my best.

Ryuya Hyuga: That’s the spirit. I’m expecting good things from you.

As he was leaving, Sensei patted me on the back with a smack.

After leaving the office, I visited a café in the neighborhood. Strategy, huh…

While drinking my cafe latté, I let myself lean against the back of the chair. Beyond the pillar, I could hear the conversation of the table next to me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Sorry for bein’ late. My last appointment ran overtime.

Huh…? Kurosaki-senpai is sitting across from a man in a black suit.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: For this month.

He lays a white envelope on the table.

The suited man takes the envelope and examines the contents.

Man in Suit: Alright, I’ve received it… I must say, you’ve worked hard. At this rate, someday you might actually finish the repayments.

As he said that, the suited man put away the envelope into his briefcase.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: This ain’t a question of me working hard or not. There’s no one aside from me who can make these payments. I don’t have a choice. Tch, that old man. He was fooled in the end, then he goes and dies leaving nothing but trouble… what a thoughtless man. As the son of the Kurosaki family, I have to set things straight as one of the people left behind. Any problems within my family become my problems.

After that, Kurosaki-senpai continued to speak with the suited man for a bit.

The Kurosaki household, a large debt, family lawyer… those kinds of words started jumping out at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The only thing I have that can make money is music. Now, and in the past, I won’t forgive failure ‘cause I’m always standing on the edge. I’ll still be causing trouble for you for awhile, but… I‘m counting on you.

The man nodded, bowing slightly before leaving the café.

Kurosaki-senpai finished the last of his iced coffee, setting down his glass on the table with a clink.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: That’s why… I can only survive on my own.

Kurosaki-senpai murmured those words as he stared at his empty glass.

(Chapter End)

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I have not written anything in some time - since I took a break from my writing account, actually (now deleted) - so cut me some slack here. I’m gonna format this in the same way that I did my old fics for that jolt of serotonin. So, if you would be so kind to indulge me, this is how I (niceimafan) would have submitted this work on fandoesfictionwriting:

What War Does || (platonic) Father Figure c!Phil x Teen gn!Reader

A/N: This is my submission for the 100 follower milestone of the lovely @/krabmeat! Krabs (Damien today) is an amazing friend of mine and is quite possibly the best human being in the world. (Go follow him if you haven’t already!)

War struggles paired with the classic familial miscommunication, what could be better as a way for me to get back into writing? This takes place around the time of Doomsday, or the final battle/destruction. Also I can’t remember if Wilbur’s room was still there at the time of Doomsday because I have goldfish memory so pretend it was if it wasn’t.

Requested: No

{Word Count: 1,946}

CW: intense arguing, mentions of war, mentions of death, cursing (up to the f-word), caps, use of godforsaken (I don’t know if people get triggered by that? I’m not religious so I wouldn’t know), very brief mention of spit, less than great relationship with father

This is an xreader fic!

This has been proofread. (skimmed rip I don’t like reading my writing)

- In which Y/N and Phil argue about Y/N and their right to participate in Doomsday. -

Phil works away high in the sky, loading cannons with enough TNT to detonate a nation. He, Techno, and Dream have everything planned out; you know because they did all of the planning right in front of you. Meaning you know everything they are going to do, and you aren’t even allowed to be involved.

You avert your eyes from your father and pick mindlessly at some grass instead, feeling the cold breeze of afternoon cool your flaming temper. For a moment, it appears as though everything might be fine, like you could get over this and let the Big War Men do their thing. But then Phil’s boots appear in front of you, and it’s all ruined again.

“You look miserable,” he says. Phil finishes his sentence with an airy laugh, trying to convey that he’s trying to joke with you. And so you make sure that the gaze you shoot him ensures he understands you do not find him humorous. Phil sighs, taking a seat beside you.

“Look, I understand that you want to help. I do! But I also understand that people with a spirit as strong as yours have risen to unimaginable heights, only to crash back down onto the blade of loss. And I fear that you will be no different.” Phil places his hand on your shoulder. “I just want you to be safe.”

You shrug him off, turning your neck so fast to glare at him it leaves a sharp stinging sensation in your movement’s wake. “Safe? You want me to be safe? No one is safe here, and you know that.”

“Y/N, you know-”

“What, Phil? What do I know? Because according to you, it doesn’t seem like a lot.” You stand after that, stomping off in an attempt to clear your mind, hoping Phil won’t follow you. But, of course, he does.

“Y/N, wait.” He shouts, but he makes no move to speed up or stop you. He simply follows along at a distance, saying nothing else. Probably waiting for you to make the first move. But you refuse, you refuse to let him win this and watch you break again.

And so the two of you walk in silence, you with no destination in mind and Phil’s footsteps echoing yours calmly in the distance. All you can do is follow your feet to wherever they find fit for this argument to play out.

To your amusement, you find yourself in Wilbur’s old room. Where he blew up his dreams for the first time and where Phil took the life of his son. How fitting.

You finally come to a stop, taking a brief moment to collect yourself, before spinning around on your heel to address your father. “Ph- Phil?” It does shock you to find that Phil isn’t there. He’s not standing behind you with a small, comforting smile, or with his eyebrows pinched together in a way that lets you know you’re going to be scolded. Nothing.

“You dress like him, you know.” Phil says from behind you. You whirl around again, reaching for your sword on instinct. Phil stands with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out over the soon-to-be battlegrounds.

“What?” It feels like you’ve lost all air in your lungs. Phil doesn’t just say things like that, especially not to you. And of course you know who he’s talking about; Techno doesn’t wear tattered trench coats and Tommy hasn't adorned ripped up fingerless gloves to protect from burns, to your knowledge. But speaking of Wilbur when referring to another child of his in this room in particular hit you in a place you have not yet built walls in.

“Wilbur. You dress like him.” Phil turns around, and you finally see that his eyes are watering. But he still has that sympathetic smile plastered on his face. “Every day, you remind me of him. And in doing so, you remind me that I can not let you turn out the way that Will did.

“Wilbur was changed by war. He destroyed everything he worked for because of it. And for that to happen to you, with such grand dreams and ideas, it would be heartbreaking.” Phil can’t maintain eye contact with you anymore, “I just want you to be everything that Wilbur couldn’t have been.”

You let his words sink in, and as they do, you begin to fight with yourself.

He just wants to help you!

How, by comparing me to his dead son? Yeah, something about that doesn’t feel right.

Just hear him out.

You grit your teeth, balling up and releasing your fingers into and out of fists. “I am not Wilbur.”

Phil shakes his head, rubbing the place where his eyebrows crease together. “I know that, and that’s not what I’m trying to sa-”

“Yes, that is exactly what you just said!” You begin to raise your voice, getting tired of this stupid game you two are playing with each other. Lying about what you’re really talking about to try and avoid the inevitable. “You just compared me to your dead son that went crazy and blew up everyone’s homes! The one that sold drugs out of a damn hot dog van!”

The air around you seemed to heat up as tensions between you two started to rise, Phil clearly getting more angry as well. “You are not Wilbur, but you are my child!”

“Oh, am I? Am I, Philza? And how long have I been your child for, huh? My whole life, a year, a few months, just this past hour? You have been trying and failing to be my father figure because you just see me as some rogue that could get too far out of control unless you’re there. Isn’t that right?”

“No, of course not. I just-”

“No! How could I have not realized? You just want a replacement! Someone to fill the hole that was left in your poor old heart when you stabbed your son through the chest.”

“I love you, Y/N, you don’t understand! You are like a child to me, you always have been! From the moment that I met you, I saw greatness in you. I swear, you mean more to me than just some replacement for Wilbur.”

Tears burn your eyes, the singular one that fell leaving a streak through the gunpowder and dirt smudged on your cheeks. You shake your head and scoff, unable to believe that this is the conversation you are currently stuck in. “Phil, that’s the kind of bullshit that you have to tell yourself in order to sleep at night. But guess what? It doesn’t work on me.”

“It doesn’t have to ‘work on you’, it’s just the truth, Y/N. I don’t know how I can get you to believe me.”

“You can’t, Phil.” You say, trying to ignore the way your voice cracks. “Because I have believed people, and then those people have either died, or tried to kill me, or both. So you know what I did? I grew up, Phil. Because THAT is what war does.

“It doesn’t make you write sad song lyrics on the walls, it doesn’t make you love your father figure oh so dearly, all it does is make you realize that there is more in this world to deal with than whatever any one person can do. And once you wrap your head around that, you realize that the best you can do is make the smallest of dents, and hope some other people do the same. That is how this world works, Phil.

“And do you know what my dent is going to be?” Phil has blurred by now. Once you blink the tears away, you can see that he’s crying too. Good. Now you’re really on the same page. “Blowing up this godforsaken nation once and for all.”

You turn to walk away again, hopefully for the last time, but Phil actually makes a move to stop you before you can get anywhere. “Y/N, I refuse to allow you to go out there and risk your life for a war already fought.”

“No war is already fought until people are dead.” You snap at him, resisting the urge to spit on his boots. “Besides, I can handle myself, I don’t need you to tell me who I can and can’t fight.”

“Y/N, I am your father!” Phil’s voice practically echoes through the entire SMP as he shouts at you, finally just as mad as you wanted him to be. You’re convinced people on the other side of L’Manberg can hear you two arguing. “Listen to me, you can not risk this.”

“YOU ARE NO FATHER TO ME!” You scream, getting your face as close to Phil’s as possible while still being able to look into both of his eyes. Phil’s eyes widen, whether in pain, shock, or both, you don’t know, but he quickly recovers with a stare solid enough to cut through stone.

“Do NOT turn this argument to family matters when we are discussing life and death!”

“This is no longer a discussion, dad,” you make sure to add as much venom to the name as possible, “We are not talking this out like a father scolds his young kid about what they can and can not touch in the house. We are screaming, and shouting, and ruining relationships like adults.” You try one more time to walk out. This time you make it down to the ground floor, but Phil follows you yet again, stopping you before you can reach the Prime Path.

“You aren’t an adult, though.” Phil’s voice is softer now, he sounds like he’s on the verge of defeat. “You’re still a kid. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this.”

“I was made an adult because of this damn war over some stupid place, I should be able to fight for it’s destruction like one.” You also stop shouting, but you don’t soften your voice. You keep it as firm as it can be despite your wobbly crying, letting Phil know that you are no longer playing games with him like you used to.

“I know that you could. I do. But that does not mean that you should.”

“Awwe, you really think so?” You feign a high-pitched voice, even clasping your hands together under your chin. “You honestly think that I can handle something more than a boo-boo, huh?”

“You know that I am making no attempt to infantilize you, Y/N. If you’re such an adult, you need to grow up. I do believe that you could fight for us, but I do not see it as wise.”

“Bullshit,” you say again, wiping at your eyes with your sleeve. Phil tries to speak again, but you cut him off. “No. No! No, I don’t want you to tell me over and over about what I can and can’t do. About how you think I could be a good ally to you. I already know that, because I can make my own decisions.

“Do you know what I do want, Philza? I bet that’s something that your infinitely wise mind can’t think of. All that I want, all that I have wanted for the past SIX. FUCKING. YEARS. Is for you to just take me seriously for once in your damn life!”

Philza stands there in silence, seemingly dumbfounded, and you take this as your chance to stomp off for good. But you know full well that you’ll see Phil tomorrow. On the battlefield.

But you won’t be fighting for him, or Tommy, or Wilbur, or any of them. Tomorrow, you fight for yourself, and you win for yourself.

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DUDE WHAT?!?!?! INK THIS IS IMMACULATE HOW IN THE- WHAT THE F-CK THE WAY YOU CAPTURE THE ANGER AND FEELINGS AND HESITATION OF THE ARGUMENT IS SO WELL DONE!! AND THE FLOW OF TRANSITIONING FROM ONE SETTING TO ANOTHER ISNT CLUMPY OR FORCED AT ALL, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL INK! AND THE BUILDUP TO THE QUOTE, THE WAY YOU REALLY EMBODY ALL OF THE CHARACTERS IS SO MASTERFULLY DONE DEAR, AMAZING JOB!!!

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