#ikesen cyberpunk au

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Code: Red

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

A/N: @yenanng​ keeps on creating wonderful pieces of art that makes me want to write Ikesen Cyberpunk. We’re continuing to explore Atlantis with Masamune, this time with Mitsunari at his side. I also managed to introduce reader, poor reader. 

Appeal | 

As a penal colony Atlantis has an extensive security system that protects the inhabitants of the city, but also is meant to keep the people inside under control. The Citizen Credit System being the most obvious example of crowd control. However, there are more systems in place, noticeable or not. One of them is largely unseen and most of the time barely noticed unless chaos breaks out. It is the very last security measure that Atlantis has and with that also the toughest. To the citizens of Atlantis, first generation and those born within the city the system is merely known as: Code: Red, for when this security system is triggered the usually blue casted city, bathing in neon light, becomes a bright and alarming red colour. It is also the moment in which the entire city shuts down, forcing all citizens back to their homes as nothing is accessible anymore.

Code: Red was about to be triggered.

With Masamune standing watch over the entrance of Atlantis, eyes focused on the security guards unloading the goods, there was someone hard at work underneath all these layers of security to bring the man the sign he needed.

“Mitsunari?” Masamune growled, his voice impatient as he was eager to enter into action. The one-eyed daredevil was not made for idleness and waiting, but he had to if he wanted this plan to succeed. After all, it was a critical one.

“I’m in!” a voice chirps, sweet and light in tone. It contradicted the dark nature of the task at hands, but it was so very fitting to the man from whom it came. Mitsunari Ishida was someone one would never expect in the city of Atlantis, and perhaps that would have been true if it wasn’t for his parents. As a true second-generation Atlantis inhabitant Mitsunari knew no better than that the penal city was his cage and home.

“Just give me a bit more,” Mitsunari’s voice sounded through Masamune’s helmet. If one was to look at the other side of the line they would see a young man tapping away happily at flashing screens and lines of codes that he seemed to comprehend with perfect understanding and speedy interpretation. It helped that he was familiar with the screens pulled, having reviewed them beforehand for an efficient execution, but of course with an security system this advanced there were always bound to be complications that even took Mitsunari some time to break through.

And just as Masamune was to count down the seconds in which he would speed off anyway, sign or no sign, a blaring alarm sounded through the city. The screens that usually displayed the latest news, or other information that interested the populace turned black before angry red letters scrolled past informing the citizens on the street that the city was about to shut down. The traffic on the road all found themselves blocked, as traffic lights turned red and the blockades pulled themselves up. Masamune could see the display of his vehicle also flash an angry red, though unlike the rest of the city his would still drive despite the interruption.

Atlantis was cast in red, the security of the city running around to coordinate the people, whilst the guards that had been unloading the goods had to stop their job and seal everything off until further instructions.

This was Masamune’s sign, and in his ears he could hear Mitsunari once more cheer in that jovial tone; “done!”

A wicked grin splashed across Masamune’s face as he revved up his motor, racing down from the height that he had been watching from as he could hear a beeping and blinking from the other side of the communication, the hum of the anti-gravity shield hard at work underneath his vehicle to catch the reckless fall.

“Good luck, mr. Masamune!”

The male could only chuckle at the politeness of the hacker, but it endeared him, just as it amused him to hear Ieyasu and Hideyoshi nag about the dangers he put himself through.

The guards were still in disarray, some of them standing watch surrounding the goods that had just entered, the other half stuck in the cubicle with their ankles still in the water. Code: Red had caused the doors of Atlantis to shut off as well, meaning that the water suction to the elevators was paused and thus disabling the doors from opening.

Child’s play, honestly.

As the guards outside rounded up, trying to secure the tank in which they had their goods stored Masamune swept in, circling around the guards who in a startle all left their jobs unattended as the attention drifted towards the madlad that had raced right into their hands.

“You shouldn’t be here!” one of the guards pointed out the obvious, “immediately return to the city and get home, it is not safe!”

The order was laughable to Masamune who geared up his motor once more, the sound roaring through the bleating alarm.

“Yet here I’m. I suppose that makes me the danger, not?” the one eyed dragon responded, his voice dropping an octave as he then drove right at them, towards the truck.

On instinct the guards jumped to the side, abandoning their precious goods brought in, forgetting their post as they valued their lives. The weapons were all but forgotten until Masamune produced one of his own. From the side of his arm a blade flipped out, the sharp end of it glowing up a bright blue contrasting the red shade in which they found themselves.

Easily Masamune landed on top of the truck, leaping off his motor as he stared down at the guards surrounding him below, most of them taking aim with their guns. It was exactly the thrill he had been hoping for, but Ieyasu was grumbling in his ears, telling him to hurry and use the contraption and Masamune was left with little choice but to pull out the smoke bomb from his pocket and blind the rest.

It was ironic how such an ancient contraption could still find its use in this hypermodern city. It was only the flash of his blade that could still be distinguished, but none of the firing guards seemed to be able to take proper aim at him, hitting air all the time. Sliding himself down to the front and cutting the door open Masamune was quick to pull out the guard inside as he climbed in, his other hand pushing in a chip into the key of the truck before he pressed down the gas.

“Go!” he ordered, and from the other side a sequence of actions followed up after each other once more. The dashboard of the car lit up once more and the vehicle came to life. Masamune was good to go. That is, if he could see, but even that didn’t daunt the man when he immediately started with a sharp turn to the left.

“Directions!” he called, though it was clear that Masamune didn’t care for them much. Luckily someone else did.

“Start with a S pattern favouring the right,” Ieyasu’s voice sounded, tense and clipped, mind focused on making sure that Masamune wasn’t about to run anyone over, or do worse.

“Shall I open Gateport 8 leading up to line Z?” Mitsunari piped up, earning a grunt from Ieyasu in approval.

“Give me the left side!” Masamune chipped in, finding the conversation amusing and even more when Ieyasu made a clear disgruntled voice and heaved a sigh.

“Don’t do that. RIGHT--- No, just. Masamune, left--- Eugh, open both sides, Mitsunaru. Who knows if you even (right, right!) know which side is left.”

Laughing heartily Masamune steered as per Ieyasu’s instructions, the stress evident in the voice of the young blond.

“Both sides sound like a good plan! Line Z is empty anyway,” Mitsunari chirped, in response, unaffected as ever by Ieyasu’s jabs as he continued his work, moving away the blockades for Masamune to pass.

“Do you know which side is left?” Masamune continued humorously, never missing an opportunity to have a little extra fun to the side.

“We don’t have ti--- Swerve!”

“Left is the hand that makes the ‘L’-sign right?”

The choir of sighs and laughter after Mitsunari’s answer blended with each other in a familiar tone.

“You should be able to see now, I’m logging off.” Disgruntled Ieyasu did exactly as he had said once Masamune had moved himself out of the smoke, clearing up his sight once more.

“Ah, but you seem to have a passenger, lord Masamune!” Mitsunari’s innocent addition earned a genuine expression of surprise from Masamune who whipped his head to the side, staring straight at one last guard he had missed from earlier.

“But no one concerning, I believe!” Mitsunari’s assessment came, a profile lightening up from the dashboard that revealed the identity of the guard, “a new recruit, you see? First day on the job, and judging by the heart rate right now the poor thing is startled.”

Had this report come from anyone else Masamune would have felt sorry for the recruit next to him. However, Mitsunari was incapable of throwing out genuine insults and thus the man could only laugh it off, noticing that the guard was indeed arrested in all movements and reactions, curled up into themselves as they held the handles for dear life.

“Do you like my style?” Masamune questioned, but he didn’t wait for the answer, pushing in the gas further as he sped off even faster.

“I will pull up the walls behind you!”

Mitsunari’s angelic helpfulness was what made the whole operation even better in Masamune’s opinion.

Mitsunari Ishida:

Political Integrity: 8/9 Economic Credibility: 9/9 Social Integration: 7/9 Judicial Credibility: 8/9 Total: 8978

Second generation Atlantis habitant

Grew up in a state-orphanage, however as his parents died young

Got picked up by Hideyoshi who noticed the wasted potential in Mitsunari

Fastest and nicest hacker of Atlantis, but in overall an logistics expert

Never had to write an appeal, everyone finds it hard to believe that he can misbehave at all

Is known for his terrible sense of direction, but still knows where everything is located on a map

Usually will say yes to whatever request is made of him without any questioning, he just has to like you

[qaanngi]

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[lorei-writes]

hey. i'm new on tumbrl. can you recommend some blogs to follow (both ikemen related and others you enjoy)?

Hello, anon!

Oooh... I think I have a few ideas 🤔 Aside from myself, of course 😂

@spoopy-fish-writes (and all their other blogs) - Ikemen Fandom, lots of amazing doodles and scribbles

@venulus - multifandom (lots of otome, but also other media), I looove her reader inserts!!

@ahanenohi - IkeSen fanfic writer, her descriptions are top notch, it's always worth waiting for another update

@nuttytani - multifandom (Ikemen and other media). Wonderful fiction, occasional wallpapers and aesthetic that can make your heart go doki doki

@the12thnightproject - IkeSen fanfic writer (who may also be preparing something really exciting for the near future, cough cough). Impromptu writes mostly multi-chapter fics, but let me tell you, she is a magician.

@cheese-ception - occasional sketches and scribbles, Ikemen Fandom and Obey Me. Her artstyle looks so light 😭❤️

@ana-thedaydreamer - AMAZING IKEVAMP ARTIST. Listen. You must see her panels. You just must.

@ashavazesa - her pencil sketches are to die for. Literally. Absolutely beautiful. Asha puts so much effort into her craft it's impossible not to appreciate it.

@hideoutpastel - another godly artist. Make sure to check out her Twitter too. Ikemen, Obey Me, Genshin - no matter the fandom, pure pleasure for the eyes.

@kippin-art - HAVE YOU SEEN KIPPIN'S MASAMUNE ART? HAVE YOU? if no, then the prize for this rec list is going to see it, because damn anon, YOU MUST. Even if you don't like Masamune, IT'S SO SOFT AND PEACEFUL AND JUST AAAAH. (Just kidding about the price, but really, go check kippin's stuff out).

@ikesenwritings - realllyyyy nice IkeSen content, go, go. Her writing is so soothing.

@aaviav - multifandom; scroll back a little for stunning Ikemen works. Her style is really unique!

@shamylicious-blog - multifandom; NaruHina and general otome vault. Just ❤️ *chef's kiss*

@creations-of-a-certain-no-one - multifandom; looooots of great fanart

@tsubaki3192 - multifandom; Tsu's not very active, but the stuff on her masterlist - pure gold. I adore her character studies (and have probably said so over a 100 times by now)

@qaanngi - multifandom; that IkeSen cyberpunk AU? It gave my life. Lots of good stuff, just scroll back a little bit or search through tags.

@siebenschoen - IkeSen; !!! YUKIMURA IN HER STYLE IS SO SO SO SWEET. JUST LOOK AT THOSE DRAWINGS. AND SASUKE TOO. JUST. LOOK.

Just a few folks off the top of my head 😵 I have more, but... I don't remember usernames 😖

Also, everybody, please, do feel encouraged to share your own recs and to self-promo 😉❤️

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Appeal

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Masamune Date

A/N: Something different! Not a reader-insert this time, but an introduction to a Cyberpunk world that I built once upon a time, long, long ago. Inspired by @/Yennang’s art.  

I enjoyed doing this, so maybe I will write some more short stories involving this setting with other characters, or maybe Masamune again, for this one is far from done. 

The hum of the motor announced his arrival before he reached the destination. Basking under the sharp light of the neon sign the grave expressions could barely be made out as the driver came to a halt. With a confident smile splattered across he pulled off his helmet, a hand running through wild brown hair.

“Looking rather blue, or is it the light?” Masamune jested, a single eye gliding over the group. He didn’t bother stepping off his vehicle, leaning over his dashboard as he propped up his chin on top of his hand.

“Late, as usual, this will cost you,” another brunette spoke, his tones softer in hue, but his expression graver. It was Hideyoshi and as per usual there was much that displeased him. “We’ve been waiting for an hour,” the male growls to which the other only shrugs his shoulders at.

“I came, didn’t I?” Masamune responds casually, earning a sound from Hideyoshi as he shrugs again, “I expected to be later, got held up for a race at the Central Passage.”

A wild smirk crosses Masamune’s expression as he informs the group, his eye twinkling in delight. It was a good race, from the way the glee beamed off the man it could have been nothing else.

“Besides, what points will be affected? We don’t get rated on punctuality.”

To this Hideyoshi could only sigh, a hand going over his face, revealing four digits at the back of it. A dim light shined through his skin, revealing: 9897.

“What’s that Hideyoshi, did you get into another fight?” Masamune laughs, his chin jutting up in amusement. The other merely rolls his eyes as he huffs, about to say something before he is interrupted.

“Did you win?” a man dressed in black speaks up, his red eyes contrasting starkly against the shadows in which he bathed. Stepping to the side Hideyoshi allowed for the light to fall upon his lord, revealing Nobunaga. “If you didn’t, I demand you return and beat them proper,” he smirks, more interested in the race than the actual meeting and Masamune returns the mirth.

“Nothing beats my buddy here,” the male boasts, a hand tapping the dashboard lightly, causing its lights to flicker awake, sensitive as its design was to the touch of its master, “I send them back to the Scrap.”

It was a satisfactory answer as Nobunaga rose up from his own seat as he stepped further into the center. A tension went through those present, some intimidated, others like Masamune excited.

“We will need your ability to race, the Red Flash has been signalled in our districts.”

The command was clear, the background even more so, and Masamune beamed another smile, a tongue flicking out as he licked his lips, purring satisfactorily.

“He finally dares to reappear, huh?” Revving up his engine the motor roars once more, the distinct growl glowing a dark blue as it floats up, “and what about the Green Light?” he questions, his smile growing wider as Nobunaga only nods, equally as amused.

“Good, I was starting to feel bored,” Masamune smiles and speeds off into the Dome, leaving the group behind.

“I wish he would make the same haste to your summons,” Hideyoshi grumbles, eyes squinting at the characteristic blue light mixing in with the rest. To this the right-hand man only receives a scoff, Nobunaga turning away as he waves the rest off in a dismissive move.

“You forgot to tell him, but there will be new meat arriving,” the leader speaks, carnelian eyes squinting in confidence, his smile sharper than the neon lights hanging above him. “Be sure that the Tiger doesn’t get them.”

To this Hideyoshi can only heave a sigh, knowing the job ahead of him.

The silvery hue that the water had taken on signalled the end of the day, but none of that influenced the flow of time when Masamune entered the Dome. Rows of lights, some being signs, others part of the buildings foundation, or of the basic city plan; angry red, stark blue, poison green, everything came to the mix. Harsh to the eyes, too bright to normally stand, but it was the luminous reality in which they found themselves in. The city Atlantis made no distinction between the hours, and thus there was no rest to be found at the bottom of the sea.

“Masamune,” a voice sounded through the earpiece of his helmet. In the dashboard a fluffy pile of yellow came into view, equally as displeased and unamused as Hideyoshi had been before.

“Masamune,” Ieyasu’s voice sounded again, sharper, as if warning the man, which he probably was.

He was forced to come to a halt in front of a sudden rising blockade, the brakes of his motor screeching loudly as he turned sideways to prevent the vehicle from toppling over.

“You know it is dangerous to suddenly brake at my speed,” Masamune responded, though his voice was far from annoyed.

“Like you ever go slower,” came the snippy response, “besides, knowing you I would have to worry about any sudden altitude adjustments,” Ieyasu continued to complain, a sigh escaping him as the display showed him to roll his eyes.

“Of course I was prepared for that as well,” came the lame admission and Masamune laughed at that, amused at the antics of his friend.

“What was it you needed to stop me for so urgently?” he immediately cut to the chase. Steering the motor off the road Masamune headed for the emergency lane, the front facing towards the glass border that marked the end of the Dome, his eyes heading to the surface of the water, through which the sky above was obstructed, though he knew tonight to be a full moon.

“Hideyoshi wanted to make sure you knew of the new arrival tonight,” the blond spoke, the fuzzy image on the dashboard slightly disturbed from the jammers usually installed at the border.

Observing how the fish sought their resting place in the coral and how the shellfish burrowed themselves in the sand, Masamune let go of a hum in agreement, “I just have to grab hold of our target, right?” he responded half-heartedly.

“It is not a target, but whatever, yes.” Ieyasu’s clipped response was accompanied with another heavy sigh as the dashboard blinked a few times. Immediately after Masamune’s helmet switched on, replacing the seafloor view with that of files.

“How boring,” the male couldn’t help but respond, but straightened up nonetheless, eyeing the information that had been sent over.

“Don’t care, this is the only way to make you read them. Anyway, I’m logging off, Hideyoshi is asking that person to appeal for him.”

Laughing at the clear disgruntlement of the younger male Masamune forced his helmet off, a warning signal immediately lightening up from his dashboard.

“Oh, live a little,” was his only response as he turned the motor over, ignoring the alarm that went off and the buzz at the base of his wrist, warning him of the offense made.

Offense registered: Wilful endangerment of traffic; removal of protective gear - Disciplinary action taken.

Scoffing at the warning on his display Masamune sped up, watching more warnings pop up, an impish smile on his lips as he leaned forward.

“Kojuro!”

Immediately after the summoning a voice sounded through with a sound ‘yes’ from the same speaker as Ieyasu had spoken from earlier. The angry lights on his dashboard disappeared, leaving him alone with the roar of his engine and the buzz of the city.

“Thanks, prepare that appeal for me as well and keep it a secret from Hideyoshi,” Masamune instructed, his smile growing more wicked as he churned up the speed, enjoying the way the air blew through his hair. How he missed the wind blowing through his very being, the fickleness of the weather above. However, there was nothing that could beat speeding through the dome.

“I will do my best, sir,” came Kojuro’s answer, but Masamune knew to trust his underling despite the uncertain words. Kojuro was, after all, the best at what he did and for that Masamune appreciated the man all the more.

Skidding to a halt Masamune put his helmet back on again, switching on the function that would hide his eyes before eyeing the water lift doing its job, the water pushing itself out of the double secured entrance before the last door opened. Leaning over Masamune waited for the signal, eyes trained upon the security guards that stepped into Atlantis first.

Date Masamune

Political Integrity: 7/9 Economic Credibility: 7/9 Social Integration: 9/9 Judicial Credibility: 5/9 Total: 7795

Wild card of the Azuchi group

Fervent racer, usually acts within the capacity of a runner

Owner of Date Conglomerate

Fourth generation Atlantis resident

Kojuro is his second hand and also his corporate lawyer, rip

Usually manages to pass everything by with his brusque charm

He doesn’t mean to break the rules, but the rules break with him

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Political Integrity: 9/9 Economic Credibility: 8/9 Social Integration: 9/9 Judicial Credibility: 7/9 Total:9897

Right hand man of the Azuchi groupFirst generation Atlantis residentWas picked up on by Nobunaga after which he cleaned up his actThough he still has some anger issuesThe brawler of the group, though usually a nice dudeThey have codenamed him ‘Mother’ much to his dismayWrites most of Nobunaga’s appeals

Nobunaga Oda

Political Integrity: 9/9 Economic Credibility: 9/9 Social Integration: 5/9 Judicial Credibility: 8/9 Total:9958

Boss of the largest conglomerate in Atlantis: Oda corps.

Fourth generation resident in Atlantis

Azuchi is a side project, to keep him entertained

Is privileged and knows it, abuses it at every turn

Ever since the entry of Hideyoshi, Nobunaga’s CCS score skyrocketed

Though despite the efforts he still can’t be arsed about a lot

Main goal is to bring down Atlantis’ current system

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Political Integrity: 7/9 Economic Credibility: 9/9 Social Integration: 5/9 Judicial Credibility: 8/9 Total: 7958

Third generation Atlantis resident, heir to the Tokugawa hospitals

Has faced much of the discrimination that is plaguing Atlantis

Only sided with the Oda out of pure spite towards the CSS system

Specialises in cybernetics and is also an accomplished hacker

Writes his own appeals because he can’t trust anyone

Is everyone’s little brother, much to his dismay

Frequently hacks into the CCS to change their scores within ‘credibility’