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pinkprimrose05 · 2 years ago

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Pink's ARC-V Highlights - Volume 2: Beware The Blue

Warning: Very Long Post, Contains Spoilers

Okay, uh, I lied. I'm not only here to talk about theories and potential foreshadowing. This series also serves as a quick recap of all ARC-V episodes and the cool moments in them -regardless of relevance to the plot- sprinkled with a generous drizzle of ramblings from yours truly.

If all goes well, you can expect fairly consistent updates, where I cover a few episodes every time. This one, for example, will go over Episodes 3 to 7, since those are the ones I managed to watch this week.

(I. hate. midyear finals.)

If that still piques your interest, then I hope you enjoy the read!

(And yes, I know Yuuto is purple, but purple is technically a shade of blue so the rhyme still works-)

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1) Episodes 3 & 4, OR: The obligatory "No card is useless!" Duel.

We pick up where we left off with the You Show crew, and the mishaps of Learning How To Pendulum At The Unholy Hour of 3 A.M. I must applaud the sheer lack of braincells between Gongenzaka and Yuuya, because wow, I can't believe they both forgot that Duel Replays are a thing.

(This is why only Yuzu has a 60%+ winrate.)

Fast forward through school-flavored pain, and we now introduce everyone's favorite banana peel...

... whom I highkey want to punt off a cliff.

Look, I love Sawatari. I really do. But good Lord, I forgot just how insufferable he was this far back in the show. I had to refrain from punching my screen several times through the back half of Episode 3, because Shingo, you idiot, who the fuck told you it was fine to put 8-year-old children in mortal danger for a bunch of shiny new cards??

Suffice to say, it took me a good while to actually like him after this atrocious first impression... but hey, at least he gets humbled with style!

As far as early-game Duels go, this one is actually not half bad. The "weak card wins you the game" trope is a bit cliché, but Yuuya gets props for turning it into a pretty light show with Kaleidoscorp and Block Spider, and then using said pretty light show to win the game in one turn.

Another thing is that this Duel introduces Action Traps! Gosh, I would have loved to see more of those later down the line. The concept is pretty neat, and the negative effects create an interesting risk, where a Duelist has to stop and think if they really need to grab an Action card, regardless of the potential ramifications of it being a Trap.

Oh, and did I mention that Sawatari gets roasted to oblivion before the final direct attack? Because he does. Yuuya went above and beyond to make this as entertaining as possible to his friends, and as humiliating as possible for Shingo... for which I ultimately have to thank him, because that's the spark that eventually turned Sawatari into the flashy dork we all know and love.

... And because he deserved an asskicking at the time. Sora did well knocking him out, actually.

Speaking of which—

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2) Episodes 5 & 6, OR: That one time we adopted a war criminal.

I actually kinda like these two episodes. They're nothing particularly special if you look back (well, unless you're subscribed to the theory that the stadium in the first minute or so is the same one from Leo's flashback in Episode 126), but hey, at least we get to "properly" know our beloved sugar gremlin!

God, I love Sora. He's actually pretty terrible at disguising his position as a spy- like wow, he keeps outing himself as suspicious every time he makes a snide comment, even without the context of who he actually is. I think he could only afford to slip up so much because no one could ever guess that he came from a world-invading organization in a reality parallel to their own.

... And also because everyone thought of him as a mere child with a bit of a quirky, mischievous streak. I mean, who can ever think ill of such a sweet little guy?

(Yuuya can, but that's because Sora was annoying him on purpose lmao. It's good that he wasn't fooled by the cutesy act, though; that means he could read Sora better than most, despite his deflection and the constant switching between cutie pie and smug bastard.)

As for the Duel, it isn't much to talk about. The first few Duels are usually for exposition and showing mechanics, and in this case, we just see what happens when a Pendulum monster gets destroyed.

Short answer: It goes to the Extra Deck instead of the GY.

Long asnwer: Yuuya goes through a minor existential crisis, because his mishmash of a strategy comes crashing down the moment Odd-Eyes is out of the equation. How does he deal with that, you ask? Hysterical laughter, that's how.

(Goddammit ARC-V, isn't it far too early to make me question the protagonist's sanity?

... actually, don't answer that.)

Aaaaaaaaanyway, we also get to see the reintroduction of Fusion summoning!

(Look at this cool animation. So clean. So awesome.)

Fluffals are actually a very good Deck to showcase the different levels of complexity of the mechanic, and they get bonus points for the contrast between the cutesy plushies and... whatever animatronic shit the Frightfurs have going on. I am now reminded of how glad I was to see the older summoning methods getting a neat glow-up, especially after ZEXAL booted them out of existence in favor of focusing on Xyz.

(And on that note, I feel the need to stress that it's Xyz, not XYZ. Please. It's been twelve years. Stop confusing the game mechanic with the Union cards, people.)

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3) Episode 7, OR: The one I actually wanted to talk about all along.

Oh this. This. This is where the plot finally starts to move forward. Nothing against the previous episodes, but I did say before they're mostly there for exposition, and that, by nature, is bound to be a little boring.

Unlike here.

I'd like to start by talking about Yuzu, because we have to admit: this is the first time she's relevant to the story as herself, not as Yuuya's friend or as a student at You Show. And boy, does she make it count.

She busts Sawatari on her own, and literally calls him a hundredth-rate Duelist. To his face. In front of his lackeys. Yuzu was ready to take him on, even when she was alone and locked in the warehouse (again, Shingo, what the fuck??), and I'm fairly certain she could've backed up her words given the chance...

Except, well, she wasn't given the chance.

I'm actually willing to let this one slide, because Yoot's interference doesn't invalidate Yuzu's ability to handle this by herself. I see it more as a precaution on his part, and also a chance to learn more about LDS and Academia that he simply couldn't pass up.

There's also the likely possibility that he genuinely didn't know how Duels worked here, and couldn't risk Yuzu getting hurt if he could help it. It's clear that Yuuto was aware she wasn't Ruri at this point (wow, good job man, you're not as colorblind as everyone else), but still didn't wish to involve an innocent bystander in conflict... which actually makes sense, considering his moral code.

And besides, the Duel was still pretty cool! There's something inherently awesome about setting a full backrow board on Turn 1, and the first time I saw it, I was absolutely shooketh.

(Also, there was a copy of Mystical Space Typhoon among the set cards. Something tells me that Yuuto knows it doesn't negate, and that is definitely praiseworthy, because it means that he actually reads the damn cards.)

Even Sawatari gets kudos for Monarch representation. And also for showing us that Prismatic foil and different rarities do exist in-universe, just like in GX. It makes me wonder why most Duelists don't use them, buuut I guess that was just a throwaway detail that they used to highlight Shingo's spoiled rich brat disposition.

ANYWAYS, moving on to more important matters!

Like dark matter. Which exists in space. Which is the theme of many Xyz cards. Among which there is one Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon.

(HAIL THE T-POSE ALTERNATE ARTWORK!!)

Don't let the lesser requirement of 1 Overlay Unit fool you; the anime version is still worse than the one we got in the game... though it does, at least, have better OTK abilities against non-Xyz bosses.

I still laugh at the fact that it left Sawatari with exactly 100 LP. Poor guy probably thought he could pull a protagonist comeback, but alas, he forgot that he is not the protagonist...

Well, at least he gets a shot at the role in Episode 139, but we're a few ways away from that right now.

And speaking of stuff that we're a few ways away from...

*shakes Yuuto* Did you just- DID YOU JUST FUCKING NAMEDROP ACADEMIA???

I don't remember this at all. I thought he just asked about the significance of the LDS pin and left. What the hell? Why does none of the characters talk about it then? Not Sawatari, not his goons, not even Yuzu? What??

This is really, really weird. I may have to look into it a little more later on, but for now, we return to a bewildered Yuzu... and her absolute party pooper of a plot device.

Yes. You know the one.

(FuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufUCKYOU)

This stupid bracelet and the subsequent events following its activation bring us to a point of great frustration that I would like to touch upon, that being the cast's crippling inability to tell the counterparts apart from each other. Brace yourselves, Duelists; this might be a bit of a long tangent.

*inhales*

Okay, look, there are two sides to this issue; one that can be excused in more than one instance, and one that makes zero sense, no matter how you spin it.

The excusable side is the visual confusion. I understand Yuzu's shock at the situation as a whole, not helped at all by this odd fellow who strongly resembles her best friend.

(And before you say Yuuto doesn't resemble Yuuya for shit, yes he does, if only because the goggles' band is holding his bangs down.)

One must also remember they were locked in a now-wrecked warehouse, so the lighting conditions are bound to be rather bad, and it might be difficult to see clearly as a result. With all that in mind, I can forgive Yuzu for confusing their looks.

The inexcusable side, however, is the auditory confusion. The counterparts -every single one of them- don't sound the least bit similar to each other, even in the English dub.

They could look straight up identical for all it matters, but their voices are so wildly distinct I cannot begin to fathom how anyone can ever confuse them. You could technically make a case for excluding Yuuri and Yuuya since the sole difference between them is voice tone (at least in the sub), but the former is not a subject of comparison right now, and Yuuto's voice is far cry from the latter.

In conclusion of these two factors, I only have one thing to say:

... This is stupid.

This is so, so stupid.

It's so fucking stupid it's not even funny, but it is what it is, and as with every single time anyone talks about this issue, we'll just have to roll with it and be glad when a character doesn't take the bait.

*sigh*

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Well, this should be everything for now, and *checks post length*.... holy shit I didn't think it'd slip from me this much. If you somehow managed to reach the end without dozing off midway through, then you deserve a cookie.

Thanks for reading, and see you soon, Duelists!

#pink's arc v highlights #yugioh #yugioh arc v #arc v #yuya sakaki #yuzu hiragi #yuzu hiiragi #shingo sawatari #sora shiunin #yuto (arc v)#long post #episode analysis #also uhh #just noticed i keep switching between sawatari and shingo every time i mention him #i hope its not disconcerting #im still talking about the same guy

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portorfeitansimp · 2 years ago

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Nikei Yomiuri x Reader with Divine Luck

Looking at the blue sky and the vast sea, you are thinking about what you just saw.

Yes, just a moment ago, you were with Sora and Yuki in front of the Uehara Bell Tower. When the three of you stepped inside the place, you almost got sick at the sight of Yuri Kagarin's dead body. Someone killed him, in a really horrible and terrifying way. Sora and Yuki went upstairs after the BDA rang, but you, you ended running away from this place, your face entirely pale. You ran until you found refuge on the beach, where you sat down on the fine, warm sand, facing the sea.

You are still shaking when you hear someone's footsteps behind you, and you try to hide your emotions when you hear his voice.

(Y/N) ? What are you doing here ? Investigations already started, you know.

You don't answer, so the journalist approaches you, figuring that something is wrong. He sit in front of you, worried when he see how pale you are.

(Y/N)... I can see that something's wrong... Please, talk to me.

I-I... I-It's... n-nothing... I-I just... d-don't wanna see this sight worthy of a horror movie again...

I know it's pretty horrific, but people might find you suspicious if you don't investigate, even a little bit.

The cute journalist stands up and reaches is hand out to you.

Come on, I'll investigate with you. That way, you won't have to be alone.

You hesitantly take his hand, standing up too, whispering quietly :

Thanks...

He smiles before going back to the Uehara Bell Tower, not letting go of your hand. When your duo arrives, you see the others investigating conscientiously.

They are... really serious...

Yeah, they're doing a great job. I hope we can find the culprit with what everyone found.

You shouldn't rely too much on them. You were right, everyone needs to investigate, even if we don't find too much. That way, everyone can be useful.

Yeah ! Well then, let's get started !

And so, you start investigating with him, mostly asking everyone for their alibis at the time of the crime, even though most of them were completely drunk and don't remember much. And, to be totally honest, you were kind of drunk too, so you don't remember much after the moment you left the party. You don't even remember when you left. Was it with the first group ? Or with Setsuka's group, late during the night ? You don't know.

After some time, Monocrow finally announces that it's trial time, so everyone goes to the elevator. You and Nikei are the last that remains in the Uehara Bell Tower. Nikei goes to the exit, but when he realizes that you're not following, he comes back to you. You were with your notebook, focused on everyone's alibi.

(Y/N), come on, we're gonna be late.

Surprised, you hold back a cry before looking at him.

A-Ah, sorry, I was just too focused !

It's okay, don't worry. I apologize for scaring you.

You smile at him.

You're forgiven, you adorable journalist~

W-What ?

His face turn red after those words, while you're approaching the exit, giggling.

Hehe, it's so simple to make him blush~

He finally follows you, and the two of you rejoins the others at the elevator. After that, everyone steps into the elevator. You decide to take place besides Nikei, who is focused on his notes. You're kinda nervous, but you don't want to bother him. Well, actually, you don't have to bother him, 'cause he ends up noticing you and takes your hand gently.

Everything's gonna be alright, okay ? Don't be so nervous.

I-I know but... What if we don't find the culprit ? What if we end up dying ?

Don't think about that, it's gonna be okay. We'll catch the culprit and only them will be punished, okay ? Have some trust in you and in the others.

Y-Yeah... S-Sorry.

It's okay, don't worry.

The elevator finally stops, and both of you steps out of it, Nikei still holding your hand. Then, you take place behind the stand with my name on it, and everyone does the same. I look at both my sides : at my right, there's Nikei, and at my left, it's Shinji.

Okay... I can do it... At least Nikei's by my side...

And so, the trial starts.

After a long hour, the trial finally ends. You and the others have reached the conclusion that Hajime was the culprit, and you were right. Now, the boxer is silent, but everyone wants answers.

... H-Hajime... How could you...

...

Now's not the time to stay silent, Hajime...

... I'm sorry.

S-Sorry...? You're the culprit ! You murdered Yuri... and all you have to say for yourself is "I'm sorry" ?!

...

... Why ? Hajime, why would you, of all people, kill someone ?

Right... Please, give us an answer. Why did you kill Yuri, Hajime ?

...

Answer us, Hajime !

I... can't tell you.

Huh ? You... can't tell us ?

... You wouldn't understand, even if I do, and it would only make you despise me more than you already do.

... Well, it's true that we despise you, but we need a goddamn answer !

Are you serious ?! It's your fault we had to go through this whole trial mess in the first place ! We do all this and you don't even give us a straight answer ?!

Well, to be honest, you weren't very helpful, sis.

Mac, please tell us. We just want to know why. Did you forget about the rules of the class trial ?

The rules...?

If blackened's identity is revealed in the trial, they will be punished...

Right, Hajime, you're about to die now. Don't you realize that ?

...

The room went silent until Shinji spoke again.

She's right, Hajime. We don't despise you. But we have to know : what led you to commit murder ?

W-Was it just because you wanted to escape...? That's all ?

Hm... I don't think there is an escape from this island, so I doubt it's that...

It was the same for all of us. We all have friends and family waiting for us out there... We all had the willpower to hold in our desire to escape... It's hard to believe that Hajime would just murder someone because he wanted to leave...

...

You must have had another reason. Something that pushed you to commit murder... Mac, just tell us what it was. If you don't, I don't know if we'll ever be able to move forward from this...!

... Or... Maybe it's not something, but someone, that pushed him to kill...

...

Geez, answer, Hajime.

... I'm sorry. I still can't tell you.

Hajime !

But you're right ! I didn't kill Yuri just to get off this island. I had to commit murder, so I did. My decision didn't have a process. The only thing left to behold is the outcome. Whatever my true reason was, I killed Yuri. I'm not trying to make any excuses here. I... just want to die the way I am now, as a murderer.

... Well, that's a great start, I guess...

Hajime...

D-Die ?! Don't just jump to conclusions ! That's not decided yet. Just wait, I'm sure there'll be another way...

What are you talking about ? There are no exceptions to the rules on this island. Are you turning to escapism now ?

N-No, but...

Hold on just a second, Hajime. Did you say you wanted to die as a "murderer" ?

What are you getting at, Kokoro ?

Hmm... I think I know what she wants to say...

That's not what you're thinking at all.

What are you saying...?

... She's basically saying that something is wrong with the way Hajime acts, Yoruko.

...

You cannot deceive me, Hajime. The emotion in your words just now... You're hiding something.

What's the matter, Kokoro ?

While it's true that Hajime's words just now seem stoic... His thoughts betray something else entirely. Hajime is under the belief that he himself will not die at all.

...!

Wh-What do you mean, Kokoro ?! Are you reading his thoughts or something ?

... I know your mind-reading is real, Koko, but doesn't it seem a bit off for Mac to think that way right now ?

Not if he was told from the begenning that if he kill someone he'll live...

I cannot read his exact emotions because of those sunglasses covering his eyes... But I see that there was an abnormal reason for your murder of Yuri. What was it ?

I-I have no idea what you're talking about ! I was prepared to die. I have nothing more to say ! Monocrow, just start your stupid punishment...

Mr. Makunouchi, you may tell them.

Here we go... I knew he would have something to do with all this !

... What ?

You may tell them the truth. I suppose you are concerned about the consequences, but that is of no matter. Speak freely. Besides, I doubt we can hide this from Kokoro any longer.

Oi, what the fuck do you have to do with all this, you creepy bastard ?!

H-Hey ! Stop bothering him ! Why are you trying to make that decision for him ?! Is this another one of your conspiracies ?!

... Mikado, are you sure it's okay ?

... Huh ?

Completely. You are already aware of our abilities, yes ? While we cannot reveal everything at this moment, telling them your reason for murder should be acceptable. I will handle the aftermath. Do as you please, Mr. Makunouchi.

Those two... What are they talking about right now ?

I don't know but I have a really bad feeling about this...

...!

... Really ? Well, if you say so. Nothing's ever gone wrong listening to you.

Hajime ? What's going on here...?

After that, Hajime's eyes turned red, and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

So y'all wanna know why I committed murder, huh ? The answer's simple. It's because I was supposed to commit murder.

What the actual fuck ?!

Wh-What are you talking about, Hajime...? You're acting really strange...!

Hm ? What's so strange ? You all wanted to know why I did it, right ? And it's just as I said. It was my mission to murder.

I-I don't understand what you're saying... and something doesn't look right about you now...!

Sorry for keeping quiet... But since it's already too late and Mikado gave me permission, I'd like to say it out loud to y'all.

Say... what out loud...?

Altgough this must be painful to hear... I must reveal that Mr. Makunouchi is a proud member of Void.

... The fuck ?

Void...? What's that ?

... That's the name of the organization Mikado briefly mentioned on the first day we came to this island...!

Huh ? Didn't he just make that up for his false persona ?

It looks like that wasn't the case.

That's right. I'm working with Mikado. The mastermind behind this whole killing game.

What...?!

I-It's a lie ! This... This can't be !

... It is no lie. This fact perfectly explains Hajime's strange behavior. It was all planned out from the start.

Th-Then, everything he did, everything we know him for, it was all an act...?!

I told you, didn't I ? If I tell you why I killed you'd all hate me even more. I was trying to pay you all back for our past week together by getting off the stage as quietly as possible.

Hajime... were you really on the mastermind's side this whole time...?

That's right. I've been on his side from the very first day of this field trip... No, before that even, from the very start of his plan...

Th-That's...

The world-famous boxing star Hajime Makunouchi involved in a large-scale criminal organization like this...? Damn it... Normally this would have been perfect for a headline, but... I'm in shock. I can't believe it.

... Now's not the time for journalism, Nikei...

Y-Youuuuuuu !!! Hajime !!! Why ?! How come ?! What do you mean by "supposed to murder" ?!

They likely coordinated this event in advance. "You must kill someone to someone to escape this island". It's easier said than done. The killing game could easily fall into a deadlock when its centerpiece is something as wicked as murder.

Huh...

... I suppose Hajime's role was to break the deadlock by committing the first murder. Am I correct ?

Indeed. We had planned everything in advance. It would have been serendipitous for a murder to have occured without Mr. Makunouchi's involvement, but reality is rarely that cooperative.

That conversation at the dining hall yesterday...! Do you remember when Yuri said that our motive to murder was weak ? Back then, Mikado answered that the killing game was structured so someone would kill...

Is this what he meant by that ?! Hajime worked for the mastermind and hid among us in our daily lives... And if a murder didn't occur, he was going to come out and do it himself ?

Now that we've crossed this threshold, I believe it would be best to drive the dagger of despair in even deeper. Allow me to reveal one more painful truth to all of you. In truth, Mr. Makunouchi and I are not the only members of Void.

What ?

Myself included, Void is an organization of five members in total ! And all five of them are currently standing in this very courtroom.

Hm... We know you and Hajime are Void members, so that means there's still three to discover, right ?

Indeed. So, do you fully grasp the implications of what this means ?

Th-That means...

There's more of us besides Hajime that are working for you right now ?!

N-No way ! Who ?! Who are they ?!

Naturally, I cannot say. Oh, and if it wasn't already evident, the late Mr. Kagarin is excluded from all this.

Well duh, that would be dumb for one member of Void to kill one of their partners.

It is truly a tragedy. He would have made this school trip much more interesting had he lived a bit longer.

I had no choice. It was to create a conflict of men versus women for the exact recration of the case. Yuri was the only one whose death would be able to achieve that. He stirred up theories of a woman being the culprit just by being the victim of this case.

What...? Hajime, don't tell me that's the sole reason you murdered someone...

You listening, Shinji ? My mission was to kill someone. All I had to do was choose who. Of course, I had to prepare the murder and all the tricks by myself as well. It was a load of work, and a lot of weight on my shoulders. I tried my best to win, but I guess it was too hard for me to deceive the brainpower of fourteen people. Not to mention it would have been a whole other problem had I actually won.

Y-You bastaaaard !!!

Huh ?

B-Big Bro ! No violence...!

As the firefighter runs toward Hajime to hit him, he ends up being knocked out by the boxer. No one tried to stop any of them, no even you, though you were kinda scared one of them would kill the other.

Are you nuts ? Did you really think you could challenge the Ultimate Boxer ?

Mr. Makunouchi ! Even if you are about to depart, violation of the rules under my watch is unacceptable.

... But... Shinji violated the rules first by trying to fight Hajime, dumbass.

It doesn't matter, my job's done here.

Sh-Shinji !

He's out cold...

What was that ? Hajime... you hit Big Bro with your full strengh ? We've been together for a week now, I thought you saw us all as your friends... Did everything that happened this week mean nothing to you ?!

... Well, it was enjoyable to some extent. At one point, I really did feel like I had made some real friends.

But, why...? Why did you bring us here just to make us kill each other...? Kokoro, can't you just read his mind and find out ?

Hey now, stop relying on her ! She's not a robot !

... Mind-reading is not perfect. It cannot be used anytime I desire, either. It can only tell the general emotion state and the mood of the individual, not their exact thoughts. I can't just simply understand why he's decided to side with the mastermind. What I can tell you right now though... is that everything Hajime has said is true.

Anyways, sorry for tricking you guys. But, I couldn't help it. I... can't live on without this plan.

What does that mean...?

Pardon me, Mr. Sannoji and Mr. Makunouchi. Every time you Voids get the spotlight, I feel like I am reduced to a mere bird with no purpose.

... Maybe because that's what you are.

I have my roles as the teacher and judge, and it seems like the time has come for me to do my job as well.

Ah, yes. It seems that I was a bit too hasty in giving my surprise announcement. Without further ado, Mr. Monocrow, please begin ! The grand finale of the class trial !

Very well. I've prepared a very special punishment for this case's blackened : Hajime Makunouchi, the Ultimate Boxer !

Hm ? I think that's enough, Mikado. You don't have to go this far. I don't need the punishment, so just tell me the way out and I'll be waiting for ya there.

I beg you pardon ? I'm afraid I don't follow. You are the loser of this trial, and therefore you will be executed.

Whoa, whoa, stop joking around. I was supposed to leave after this. Surely you won't actually kill me, will you ?

I will.

... Ooookay, let's execute Mikado now !

... What ?

Forgive me, Mr. Makunouchi, but even I cannot bend the rules of this game. Are you not aware that we Void are participating on the side of the students ? I'm certain you have not forgotten that the correctly identified blackened must face execution...

I-I said stop joking around...

Well then, shall we begin ?

...?! Oh, this is just part of the act, right ? You're just pretending, right ?

Stop being delusional...

Farewell, Mr. Makunouchi. I shan't forget you. There is no need to cower in fear like that. Who knows ? Perhaps if our plan succeeds, a blessing of fortune may be able to resurrect you.

...!

Wait... What ?! I-Is he talking about... that...?

...! ...! ...!!! You son of a bitch ! Do you think the other three are just gonna let you get away with this ?! I'll reveal the entire plan right now-

It's punishment tiiiime !

No, WAIT !

You try to catch Hajime's hand when the collar gets attached to his neck, but you barely touch it before he is dragged away.

Let's hope that would be enough for him to survive...

Yes, you didn't try to stop anything, because you knew you didn't have enough strengh to do so. You just wanted to use some of you little secret power, Divine Luck, to make sure he wouldn't die. You also know that somehow Yuri isn't dead, because when he touched you a few days ago, you took the occasion to give him some of your Divine Luck as well, but nobody knows that, not even Mikado or the Voids.

When the execution finally ends, you make up your mind.

If I had to use my Divine Luck to save all of them, then I'll do it.

Then, after all that, everyone leave the courtroom. You are the last one to step in the elevator to leave. You decide to stand at the bottom of the elevator, silent. Nikei notices your mood and comes to you.

You okay ?

No. I'm super upset. We should have execute Mikado instead of Hajime ! That way, this fucking mess would have instantly ended !!

... I... I understand how you feel. I don't want this to continue either.

... I don't even know if I can trust everyone now.

... Well, no one can force you. Just listen to your heart.

... Give me your hand.

Eh ?

Give me your hand. Don't ask anything, 'cause I won't answer.

... O-Okay...

And so, Nikei gives you his right hand. You take it, silently transferring him some of your Divine Luck. He looks at you, and you can guess he wants to ask you what you're doing. After some minutes, you let go of his hand as the elevator stops. When the doors open, you immediatly step out and go alone. You find refuge at the beach, and you sit down on the sand. You look at the blue sea again, thinking about what happened. The discovery of the corpse, the investigations, the trial, Hajime being the culprit, Mikado being a fricking traitor and the execution. And, more importantly, you think about what Mikado has said.

Is he... looking for Divine Luck...? But he doesn't know I am one of the people known who has this "power", so... Is he trying to... make Utsuro come back ? Resurrect him ? But is it even possible ?

Hey, you should go rest, you know.

Gyah !

Surprised, you almost punch Nikei, who stands just behind you.

... Fucking idiot, you scared me to death !!

Sorry, but didn't you hear me coming ?

Of course not !! Why would I be scared if I heard you, idiot ?!

... W-Well... Y-You're not that wrong... I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you.

You sigh.

Let's forget about that... I'm too tired for this shit... What are you doing here ?

Hm... Well, I just notices you weren't aboard the boat anymore, so I went to look for you and I found you here. And you, why are you here ?

... I needed to... calm myself down... And I wanted some space to think...

... Is something the matter ?

Not really... It's just... The events... It's just too much...

I see.

The journalist sits down at your left.

Everyone is freaked out, you know, it's not just you. But if you let your feelings or emotions take control, you won't be able to think properly. You should organize your thoughts. And never forget you're not alone.

Mhm... I know. Thanks, Nikei. I don't know if you're a Void, but... Even if you are, I trust you.

W-What ? Y-You shouldn't talk like that, you know ! Anyone could stick a knife in the back !

You stand up, a mysterious smile on your face.

Even if that happened, it would be pretty hard to kill me~

Then, you leave, still hearing Nikei shout a "What ?!" behind you. After leaving the beach, you go back to the Monocruise and go to your room before collapsing on your bed. Then, you instantly fall asleep.

The next morning, you wake up one hour after the morning annoucement. You hear someone knocking at your door.

Coming, coming...

You get out of bed and approach the door before opening it.

Huh ? Nikei ?

Come with me.

Without letting you speak, he grabs your right wrist and lead you to some room in the Monocruise. Everyone is here, apparently waiting.

Ah, (Y/N) ! You're late !

I'm sorry, I overslept. So... What'cha all doing here ?

Well... Monocrow said we had to gather here.

Indeed. Mr. Sannoji, I think it's your time.

Nikei and I step away from the door as Mikado comes in, with the green haired cowboy we saw on the first day. The latter was tied up in a BDSM way.

What the hell ?!

Mikado announces that this guy will join the killing game, and the cowboy introduce himself as Teruya Otori, the former Ultimate Merchant. Outraged, you shout.

Are you fucking kidding us ?! You should have been executed instead of Hajime, you fucking asshole ! YOU are the one who planned all this ! YOU are the one who betrayed Hajime !! And now, you have the nerve to introduce a guy who first came here to save all of us as a participant of your fucking killing game ?! And, more importantly, you do that after killing his partner RIGHT BEFORE HIS EYES ?!

H-Hey now, what is she talking about...?

C-Calm down, (Y/N) ! Please !

H-Hey, Otori, you're the closest to them, please hold them back before they try to hit Mikado ! No one wants her to get killed !

Y-Yeah, g-got it !

Without another word, the former merchant grabs you in his arms, firmly holding you as you still look at Mikado in a cold way.

You know what ? I've had enough of you bullshit !! I'll make sure that no one else dies !!! And I'll make sure that this fucking joke ends right here right now !

Mikado stays silent, his mask smiling.

You know what... I don't know how you want to do that, but you will NEVER resurrect Utsuro !

What...?! How did you...?!

How did I find out ? I just guessed it ! Because you told Hajime that maybe he will be resurrected by a blessing of fortune, and only Divine Luck can possibly do something like that ! And you know what ? I HAVE this Divine Luck. And I'll make sure to use it so this killing game ends right now !

... So... I made a mistake, huh...?

Mikado sigh, knowing he already lost. Teruya, totally shocked by the revelations, had let go of you. Everyone was silent, just looking at you without understanding anything.

Now, ya better tell us where we are and how to get outta here !

... We're in a virtual world, and you have to activate the shutdown sequence with a certain computer.

Hm... Honestly, I kind of predicted we weren't in the real world... So... Take me to this computer, right now !

W-Wait a sec, (Y/N) ! Y-You... What are you ?!

... I am basically like Utsuro, possessor of the Divine Luck. And honestly, I knew about that group, what was its name again ? Ah yeah, "Children of Utsuro".

...!

Though I didn't know who they were nor what that group was.

... They were the premice of the Void. They were only four at the time, and then I came to take their lead. The five of us have been saved by Master Utsuro's Divine Luck.

... But now that he's dead, his Divine Luck is disappearing, am I wrong ? That's why you need to resurrect him, or so you thought, because you didn't know my existence, or, more precisely, I hid the fact I have Divine Luck.

You understand now that our fate is in your hands ? All five of our fate...

No. Only the four other Voids, you can die for all I care.

Ouch, that's rude.

Maybe if you weren't a crazy asshole I would be more kind to you.

... I must admit they has some character.

Otori, I wouldn't say that if I were you, they might get upset.

Heheh... Sorry, i'm not intending to upset them.

... Ya know I'm not deaf. And I'm not upset about the truth, don't worry. Aaaaanyways, little dog, take me to that computer.

Pfft- Now they're not even using his name.

Haha, that suits him so perfectly !

... Fine... Come on.

The wizard takes your hand and teleport both of you to a locked room where there is only a computer. You approach the latter and do something, no one would know what you are doing. After that, you ask Mikado to take you back to the others, and so he obeis. When you're back to the others, you approach Nikei and kiss him without letting him react. Then, you smile.

You know, you're sus as fuck, but gosh, I can't help but loving you.

... I... Ugh, fuck this ! I am a Void, as long as Emma and Iroha. And I was the original leader of our group. We were so desperate that we trusted Mikado, but... It seems it was a mistake...

... Nikky... I promise I'll help you and your comrades.

And, with that, everything goes white around you, and you wake up in the real world, welcomed by the orange haired girl that Mikado tried to kill and a blue haired guy who was kind of creepy. Hearing their explanation, you bless Nikei, Hajime, Emma and Iroha with your Divine Luck, and you also end up convincing Rei and Tsurugi to let them free, promising that you'll keep an eye on them.

And so, everyone got their happy ending.

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detectiveichijouji · 1 year ago

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Case 25 - A brother’s puzzle: The last shard!!

[AO3 version]

With the warnings given by the 02 Team and Koushiro, Yamato got a little way more concerned than usual. Takeru asked everyone to not tell Yamato that he was also a victim of those bad guys before, knowing very well who his brother is capable of doing.

Would someone spill the beans and tell Yamato? Not really, at least not from the younger kids or the rest of the older six.

He knew there’s two kinds of digimon running around and brainwashing people, giving them shards of a wicked and forbidden Digimental. He knew Sora, Taichi and Joe were victims, and that almost Mimi was the next. What would happen if someone else… Someone…

“... Takeru.”

“?”

Yamato had called Takeru for a drink at a coffee shop. Patamon was with Takeru, of course. But Gabumon… Was actually at Koushiro’s server, and talking with them via Yamato’s phone.

“...” Yamato wanted to ask him about something, but he faltered.

“What is it?”

“ ‘I want you to be careful.’ is what Yamato wants to say,” Gabumon spoke via the screen.

“Don’t worry, they can’t catch me or the others” Takeru smiled, “We don’t have strong negative feelings or desires at the moment.”

“But…!!”

“I’m with Takeru and I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to him!” Patamon said with a serious yet cutesy gaze on Yamato and Gabumon.

“I’m counting on you, Patamon” Yamato then gave the digimon a pat.

“Leave it to me~”

“Did you catch that digimon who forced Sora and Piyomon to fuse-evolve?” Then he asked Takeru and Patamon. Takeru could notice that he stopped the pats on Patamon and grabbed his latte. Took a sip, and then looked again to his brother.

“Uh, no?” Patamon replied with a frown.

“But you don’t need to worry about it,” Takeru added quickly, “We will find them and retrieve the last two shards before someone else turns into a victim.”

“... How about Arsenemon? He got 10 of those. There’s nothing saying he won’t use them on you or on others.”

“Um… Arsenemon is a weird case” Patamon explained, “He has gathered ten fragments of the Digimental, but he… Didn’t use them at all.”

“Yeah,” Takeru nodded, “He told Daisuke-kun we wouldn’t believe him if he told us his true intentions with those shards.”

“I understood,” Yamato said, thoughtful.

“... Daisuke-kun wants to ask him what he plans to do with them though,” he added, trying to keep the conversation going on, “Though he has been acting strange lately.”

“Daisuke?” Yamato raised an eyebrow; he took a sip of his latte again.

“Yeah, first he was fired up about catching Arsenemon, but since he met a new student called Noel Leblanc he’s… Not much interested in it anymore.”

“Hm??” Gabumon blinked.

“Ichijouji-kun suspects Noel-kun had created Arsenemon, but Daisuke-kun gets a little defensive when we check Noel-kun’s background…”

“A human-made digimon… Like Chimeramon, or Arukenimon and Mummymon…” Yamato took another sip.

“He said he knows Catherine, the French Chosen Child who I met six years ago… But… It sounded a little off too.”

“... Stay safe then, if you think this kid is suspicious.”

Yamato finished his latte and then got up from the table. He took his phone and put it in his pocket. Then, “I have to go now. I have classes now.”

“Oh ok, so please stay alert and don’t let those digimon come after you. And don’t do something reckless.”

“Same to you.”

“...”

Daisuke was a little… strange indeed. He just felt like he had done something bad but why?

“I caught you now, and you will give me those shards!!”

“My, why don’t you ask yourself if it is a good idea keeping me captive right now, mon ami?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!!”

“Your friends are in danger, monsieur Motomiya. And I’m the only one able to save them right now.”

“...”

“Daisuke…” Lilymon had called him, “Aren’t you…”

“Ack, I don’t know! Lilymon please let him go. I got a bad feeling…”

“But…”

“Just… Trust me, okay?”

“Alright…” she had snapped her fingers and the vines and flowers magically had turned into dust, freeing Arsenemon.

“Oh? Are you really letting me go?”

“Save them. Like, now. I don’t care about that stupid shard, just save Wallace and Gummymon. Stop them before they hurt someone.”

“Alright, mon ami. I will grant you that wish.”

Arsenemon had left in a blink of the eye.

“...” Now, Daisuke was full of regrets. But… Deep down, something said it was the right choice.

“You’re too quiet,” V-mon commented.

“... Sorry, I… I was thinkin’ about…”

“Is it about Arsenemon?” the digimon said, while they headed back home, “You think Ken is right about Noel?”

“... I don’t think Ken is right, he’s just accusing Noel without proof. Like, who cares if Noel is a distant relative of some famous writer??!”

“Said writer made a character called Arsene too, it’s… suspicious, don’t you think?”

“Noel wouldn’t make something like this, he’s not a guy like… The old Ken, ya know?”

“Maybe Arsenemon is not a bad guy,” he heard someone’s voice coming from the back. He and V-mon looked back, and saw… “Ah I’m sorry I heard you by accident...”

“Since when you were behind me, Noel?” Daisuke blinked.

“I just… I just came. Sorry, I wanted to talk about something with you.”

“Something huh…” V-mon blinked.

“... About Arsenemon.”

“?!”

“So, you made him, right!?” V-mon babbled, Daisuke immediately covered the digimon’s mouth.

“H-huh??”

“Don’t mind him, he ate too much sugar today!” Daisuke babbled, “T-then… What do ya want to talk about him…?”

“I think he’s not a bad guy…” Noel began, “I mean… It’s just a gut feeling.”

“Yeah, he kinda… helped us out before and before, and he said to have a reason for catching those, something he claimed we wouldn’t believe him…”

“And why would he think you guys wouldn’t understand his reasons?”

“Beats me” he uncovered V-mon’s mouth and shrugged, “I think he’s just a weirdo.”

“A… A weirdo…?” Noel gasped.

“What, don’t ya agree?”

“Or are you implying you know something we don’t?” V-mon squinted his eyes at the French boy.

“O-oh… No, I… I never thought of him that way…” He seemed sad???

“... If you…” Daisuke started, quite hesitant, “If you were to make a digimon, like, if you could make one… You wouldn’t make one to hurt others, or… us, right?”

Noel blinked, “Uh… No? Why would I do that…? Humans shouldn’t create digimon, they shouldn’t play a god role…”

“... Ah Alright. You’re right, this would be bad.”

“But Oikawa…” V-mon frowned, “Oikawa did that… And he wasn’t bad.”

“... You’re right… But Arukenimon and Mummymon said their only purpose was to destroy the Digital World… Though… I think it was because of Vamdemon’s influence, if they…”

“A human shouldn’t mess with the power of creating digimon life” Noel sighed.

“... I think Arukenimon and Mummymon would’ve been good digimon if they had the chance…”

“?!!” Noel gasped in silence.

“The Digimon Kaiser made a legit bad digimon without a single mind, so I don't think Chimeramon would be redeemed. However…”

“You think I made Arsenemon, right…?”

“No, I…”

“It’s okay… You don’t need to defend your thesis. Actually, I--”

Daisuke’s phone rang and he gently asked Noel to wait a moment, so he took it from his pocket and answered the call. It was Koushiro.

“I’ve detected one of those fragments. I sent the details via email, please check it.”

“Oh, right! I’ll check my inbox right now, thank you!” and then he hung up, opened his email inbox and then the most recent message on it.

Noel frowned, he didn’t want to be interrupted like this… Daisuke then smiled.

“It wasn’t activated yet!!” Daisuke cheered “It’s not that far from here…!! We can catch that Impmon before they use it on someone!”

“Um, Daisuke-san I…”

“Uh, sorry Noel. Can we talk later? This is important, we might get a fragment and stop those pranks!!”

“O-ok… See you later, I suppose…” And then he watched Daisuke and V-mon leave quickly.

“...”

Noel fixed his bangs, and he glanced in the direction Daisuke and V-mon went with his green eyes.

“... Maybe I should be going too…”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, Naito will murder me if I don’t find that fragment before those humans and their digimon--!! Where did I put it?! W-where-- HUH?!”

Impmon just found Ken with the said lost shard in hands.

“Oh, maybe I could--”

Stingmon appeared behind Impmon, and tried to catch him. Impmon screeched and left his hidden spot in panic “AAAAH W-WHAT HOW DID YOU--”

“I know you would be there,” Ken had the same Digimon Kaiser glare at the digimon.

“G-give it b-back!!”

“No, because I know you want to use it on someone else” he smiled, then he put the shard on his pocket from his coat, “Now you will show me where’s the last one, or…”

“Or what, you punk!?”

Ken snapped his fingers and Stingmon charged his spikes to execute a Spiking Finish attack.

“AAAAAAAAH!! I do-- I do tell you but please don’t hurt me!!” They replied in panic.

“Then… Where is it?”

“W-with Dracumon…!! I don’t know where he is though, don’t ask m--”

“Spiking…”

“AAAAH H-HE WENT AFTER O-ONE OF THE CH-CHOSEN CHILDREN!! PLEASE DON’T KILL MEEEE!!”

“One of us…?” Ken raised his eyebrows, this meant something was not right.

“Ken!!” Daisuke called him, meeting with the other. Just by doing this, the eyepatched Impmon managed to escape, “Huh, that Impmon--”

“Easy,” then Ken showed him the shard, “They lost the fragment and we found it first thanks to Koushiro-san’s tracker.”

“That’s Koushiro’s power for you!” V-mon grinned, “But they left…”

“Yeah, but there’s one more problem…” Stingmon said.

“What is it?”

“Dracumon has the last piece” Ken explained, “And is after one of us.”

“Man… Alright, it’s easier if we let this Dracumon spot one of us first than start looking for it.”

V-mon, Ken and Stingmon looked at Daisuke in awe.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, that’s… better than nothing,” Ken shrugged.

“H-Hey, I’m really trying to think how we can get that piece BEFORE that thief! And before someone gets hurt too.”

“He’s still upset with those meanies for using Takeru,” V-mon explained.

“Not just Takeru… I meant everyone so far!!”

“Alright, let’s gather the others, and try to track the last one.”

Arsenemon was there, hiding… And starting to not trust those kids to solve any major problem, so he used his magic to write on thin air the list of possible victims according to what he eavesdropped from the boys.

“Hmm… One of them… This means it can be either one of the young ones, or one of the older ones.”

“Would they use someone else again?”

“Hmm… They wouldn’t target the younger ones, because they’re attacking them indirectly…”

“And mademoiselle Tachikawa has returned to her current home overseas… Hmm…”

“Ah, could it be…!!”

Yamato was going home, still worried about Takeru, and also about Sora. He was well aware Taichi and Joe were also victims, and his blood was still boiling. He was almost going after that Impmon! Almost…

Suddenly, he stops in front of a hooded person. Still wary about the events, he brings Gabumon to the scene by opening his phone and accessing Koushiro’s server. Gabumon popped out from the screen and stood in front of that human.

“I’m not an enemy,” the hooded person said. Then they showed Yamato one of those forbidden shards, “I know you can use this for good. I can offer you… Protection against that Impmon.”

“Offering me one of those like them?” Yamato flipped, and this was what the little shard needed to be activated.

“That Impmon… Attacked your brother, didn’t you know?” Then, Yamato and Gabumon saw that smile under the hood. By the shock, Yamato couldn’t move, and then the hooded human put the Digimental piece in Yamato’s hands, muttering “Make them all pay for hiding this little secret from you, and get rid of that Impmon.”

“...”

But mysteriously, Noel managed to witness the scene. And he left in a hurry.

The group was all gathering at the usual karaoke booth, checking the network and the radar program Koushiro made… When suddenly… Someone knocked on the booth’s door.

Ken opened the door, but he realized no one was there… Until something almost hit him in the face. He dodged a card which was pinned on the door by one of its edges. Ken also managed to get to see someone hiding behind the wall of the corridor section -- Was it Noel? -- he thought.

The fine pretty black card with its back filled with a golden cat paw caught Ken’s attention. He took the card from the door and closed it. He showed the new Calling Card to the others.

“W-what!? Already!?” V-mon exclaimed.

“I think I saw Noel Leblanc too,” Ken explained.

“Maybe he was told to deliver it!” Daisuke quickly tried to defend Noel, enough to make the others wince, “It doesn’t matter. What does it say?”

“It says… He’s going to retrieve the fragment from… Yamato-senpai.”

“WHAT!?” They all exclaimed.

“But why Yamato?” Takeru babbled, “Oh no… It must be that Dracumon you mentioned before…!!”

“We should not waste time,” Tailmon said with a serious glare, “Miyako, have you caught anything on the radar?”

“Ummm… I think yes, there’s something near the area of the university Yamato-senpai attends.”

Then, they left the booth, but… For some reason, Daisuke caught something suspicious and went after it. Again, V-mon was left with Ken and the others… Was Daisuke just being reckless lately?

Yamato was not found. Instead, there was this dark armored digimon -- Plutomon. The 02 Team could sense this meant Yamato and Gabumon fused into that digimon, or Yamato used the fragment in himself or in Gabumon.

“When would you tell me… That that Impmon hurt Takeru?”

They definitely heard Yamato’s voice coming from that digimon.

“Isn’t that Plutomon?” Patamon asked, “This is no good…!”

“He definitely sounds like Yamato-senpai” Miyako frowned, then looked at the group while clutching her digivice, “What should we do?”

“YAMATO!” Takeru screamed, “Please stop! I’m fine now!”

“... You lied to me.”

“... Everyone, let Hikari-chan, Miyako-san and I deal with this.”

“But why Hikari and Miya--” V-mon was about to ask, but Takeru interrupted him:

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Takeru looked at them with a smile, “I will save my brother from himself.”

“If you say so…” Armadimon shrugged.

After finishing evolving, all the digimon went to their positions -- Ankylomon and Stingmon were there to shield the kids, Silphymon and HolyAngemon were on the battlefield and ready to fight. It was when they realized… V-mon came all alone.

“EH!? Where’s Daisuke!?” V-mon looked around quite panicked, “D-did we get separated!?”

HolyAngemon knew what was Takeru’s plan, so he and Silphymon attacked Plutomon immediately. Plutomon shielded and even repelled Silphymon’s Top Gun and Dual Sonic attacks. They had to find a way to approach Yamato (?) immediately!!

“Daisuke’s not here…” Miyako frowned, “This means we can’t use Paildramon to hold Plutomon and let HolyAngemon get closer…”

“No, he can evolve without Daisuke,” Ken explained, “That’s how I evolved him before, remember?”

“That’s right…” Iori nodded, “Ichijouji-san was who evolved V-mon and Wormmon into Paildramon when we had to fight Wallace-san.”

“... Can you do that?” Takeru asked out of the blue.

“You don’t want us to use Imperialdramon, right?” V-mon spoke, “Well, we can use Paildramon instead, we won’t hurt Yamato or Gabumon!!”

“Thank you, V-mon.”

Once Paildramon was in the fight, they used their cables against Plutomon the moment the opponent was simultaneously attacked by Silphymon once again. Plutomon dodged Silphymon’s Dual Sonic again, but got trapped by Paildramon’s finger-cables.

“NOW, HOLYANGEMON!” Takeru screamed.

“HOLY DISINFECTION!!”

HolyAngemon approached very quickly and used his holy aura coming from his hands and touched Plutomon’s head, and then, he removed the shard on the chest of the armor, undoing the fusion between Yamato and Gabumon, but falling unconscious. HolyAngemon and Silphymon catched them before they hit the ground and gently put them on the floor.

The digimon devolved back to their usual standard forms. The kids approached Yamato. Ken put his hand on Yamato’s wrist to check the man’s pulse.

“He’s fine, just passed out.” he looked at Takeru, “He and Gabumon might just need to rest for a while.”

“...” Takeru looked at Yamato sleeping.

“Ah! You got it…!!”

They heard Daisuke’s voice from the distance, and glanced at the other:

“Where were you, Daisuke?!” Miyako and V-mon snapped.

“Oh… I… I was after Arsenemon, he was inside the karaoke building.”

“He was there!?” The others exclaimed. Daisuke just nodded his head.

“But why was he there, dagya?”

“Beats me” he replied with a shrug, “The moment I almost caught him, he vanished in thin air like magic.”

“Hmm…” Ken mused.

“Oh, you got our 10th shard!” Daisuke looked at Takeru’s hands, “Now all we have to do is take the other ten back from Arsenemon and we will finally… What do we plan to do with them though?”

“We will find a way to seal them away from everyone else,” Ken explained.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“I thought that was obvious,” V-mon blinked, “Like, what else would we do with them? If they’re cursed and the Digimental itself has a price to pay for its power…”

“O-oh… Yeah, that was a stupid question.”

“Are you okay?” Hikari frowned, “You seem strange…”

“Haha, I’m fine no worries!” Daisuke laughed, “Then, we should send this right to Koushiro-san while we’re plannin’ how to snatch the other ten from that sneaky thief!”

“Yeah, we’re about to do that,” Patamon replied.

“Daisuke…” Ken looked at his best friend for a moment.

“Huh? What is it, Ken?”

“Nothing… Let’s go.”

With 10 fragments for each side… The Chosen Children now are about to witness something unexpected…

Something Ichijouji Ken cannot stop in time.

#young prince detective ichijouji ken #02 team digimon case files

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littlelegoman · 1 year ago

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Spoliers for dragon's rising

Spelling mistakes as well. Also I didn't write down Episode four's thing but I watched it.

Episode One:

A Netflix series; I see where we went wrong /hj

I love the way it rifts open like an eye.

What's that one song uh "thank you, I'll say goodbye soon.. though it's the end if the world; don't blame yourself now..."

Because that's the emotion I have

LLOYD MY BELOVED

He's so... he feels so different? Matured?

All the realms colliding is such an interesting thing to me.

LLOYD'S MASK

Now now Arin they may be Skeletons, Snails, and Frogs but they're still people like you and I there's no need for their species labeled first /j /lh

SORA IS SO /POS

PINK HAIR AND GAMED GIRL HEAD PHONES <3

She's so funny

Arin and Sora are so sister and brother vibe

I forget this is a kid's show and then the robots start fucking dancing

ALSO sora gives off Jay x Nya child vibes even though she looks nothing like them

Oo serpentine :D

"My fam" I'm- I'm cringing so hard

You're poor and yet you have a pent house?

Do they just give these things away???

It seems the merge hasn't been around for long; Arin is still the same height so

AZURE LION IS THAT YOU? /j /j

"Weakness, noun, quality of-" YOU LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE

SNAKES THE SERPENTINE.

"Thst thing "

What happened to Lobbo's mom? I'm curious

The frog man Iis /pos

KREEL

I love that she calls them friends even though they're not

But by golly who dressed her up

GREEN? I.mean really, GREEN? And pURPLE?? GIRLY, get a hold of yourself.

Kreel is interesting. Is this a new kin I'm smelling? /hj

LOBBO MH BELOVED

That's so autism (/pos)

I want lobbo to win screw these guys, haha

Sora has ptsd.

yes YES LOBBO

Fuck lobbo's mom! Let's go! LETS GOOO

"Who are these kids?!" I wonder this all the time

The Dragon giving them powers is so interestin-- because ninjago realm wise it isn't possible but now the whole world turned upside down and nothing is the same

And I love it

IS THST AN ONI

Oh fuck that's the rip off Azure Lion /j

He looks like an Oni with the markings

Oh hey he has heterochromia

"I've known you for a while now" SCARED ME SO BAD I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS AND ONLY FRIENDS PLEASE

Please let me have this

LlOYD HEY WHATS UP BUDDY

Episode two:

He looks great for a man in green

I Haye the color green with a passion

NINJA FANDOM I love sora

this is unrelated but apparently we're winning (/ij)

It's not completely spinjitsu, there are different things about it

YEAH IT WAS A WEIRD VERSION but it was kinda similar

Lloyd knows nothing anymkre

THAT MAN WAS A TIGER? Oh God im--

Sora isn't from ninjago I don't think so her logic is different

"Not all of us.."

GOD ITS MASTER WU

Family is key

Haha

KH MT GOD DOES HE EVER TELL ANYONE ANYTHING

Yes.. chaos.

All 16 realms ahaha

Okay So Lloyd is alive; so is Kai,

Ah, cracks in reality.

Nothing makes sense and I

Wu is gone LETS GOO

I don't know if fhat means he's dead or missing but it's the same thing really

It's kinda strange. I miss how things were but the chaos is so inviting....

Riyu my beloved

DONT JUSF STAND THERE

Rapton my hated.

HOLY SHIT as if he wasn't a god before

It's only temporary though. At least it should be.

"There is a connection between us" please don't say it like that

The Dragon leader is wise indeed. I like her.

OOH woman

Oh I love her laugh

Episode 3:

I'm thinking of how Ras is merely a pawn in this woman's game.

ANYWAYS wu's picture is odd. Not like suspicious but it feels so strange.

Lloyd my beloved

haha he takes after wu

Lloyd having no facial hair is amazing "that's why I grew this beard" "What beard"

I'm getting flash backs hehe .

It's interesting because before Sora seemed more competent, but now Arin seems more competent.

THEY MASAACERED MY BOY RIYU

That's so nice to see the species who used to hate each other so much getting along and living together.

Mikloshe my beloved

LOBBO MY LOVE

He's such a little gjg

He's so autism

LABBO NO LABBO NO

You ET MY BOY GO

I did not expect Mikloshe to be feminine but I am making no complientes because the last girl snake was fuckkng pink

LLOYD BEJNG SELF AWARE

Labbo!

Oh who does my heart belong to; Labbo or Kreel?

Such a hard decision

Oh my God fuck off I just realized a good portion of my kins are autistic coded but they're robots

This is like finding the 16 realms became one ugh

Anyways

I like kreel, I think she's very interesting

LABBO

He's so /pos

Oh see I told you Kreel likes them (the henchmen)

Actually this is justifiable- well almost

Lloyd is like a concerned father right Now

OG THE MEMORIAL

Does Lloyd not have a picture? Interesting. But Kai is alive so thet means there's a chance everyone else is.

It's changed a lot yeah but it's been like a year; "my new best friend" and "we stuck together after she escaped" J IMAGINE THERE ISNT LIKE TEN YEARS BEYWEEN THAT

Arin's voice is still the same I think so he didn't change

Lloyd being told he looks like his uncle

(Call back to is Garmadon really Lloyd's father... /hj)

Dorama! Get it cause... drama.

Also, these all look like Kreel's minions which she says are her "friends-ish who work for her". None of them look like they'd be special.

Whack Rats seem to be at least as sentient as a human just non verbal...

Okay Dorama is growing on me he keeps getting trickier and trickier..

Kreel giving Labbo advice also he's closed of he's si autistic he IS SO ME

Lloyd owning up to his mistakes

NO YKU DID NOT JUST SAY "Dorama x Ras" I CANT BELIVE YKJ WOULD SAY THAT

THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM

Lloyd makes a good point about Sora and he'd powers.

THIS ISNT VERH /POS OF YOU KAI

It's not his fault I just want to know where he is.

"Should we be taking notes?"

"Let us never speak of this." DUDE HE'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN WU

I learned so much from my History Teacher because he was so chill (but not too chill) and fun. He was also gay but you get the point

Dorama hehe

Evil science woman! That's interesting. She doesn't seem really scared of Ras. Perhaps because she's not disposable.

She flinched when he growls but her tone isn't afraid and she seems to sass him

OH MY GOD WE'BE SEEN THOSE BEFORE

The craglings

I love Lloyd he's so much better than Wu

OOH water

nYA

oh God

LLOYD HEHE

HIS LITTLE POSE

Ninja nya our beloved hero (the title she deserves)

The cragling leader is so understanding AND THEN BECOMES RACIST

KAI'S GONE??

He's just missing right?

KAI KAI HEY

KAI'S GIRLY SCREAM AND NK ONE PAYS ATTENTJON TO JT

"ITS ALMOST AS IF I CSN HEAR KAI'S CRIES FOR HELP IN MY HEAD"

(I can still hear his voice; gay gay homosexual gay)

I like to think of Sora and Arin as Lloyd's kids/younger siblings

They're like a big happy family and I'm the dad and Logans the mom/ ref

"A dragon saved us?!"

LLOYD IS EVEN BETTER TNAN WU YEAHH

Also haha sora is so me sometimes

Episode 5?:

"THE KAI" I'm looking at MK right now /hj

CLOUD KINGDOMMMM

Oh my God what the hell is thst

It looks like the uh... season five thing

Also I like how the dragons look like the ninjas

AIR MAGIC AIR MAGIC

Getting flash backs to Morro

oHOLY SHIT

It makes sense because he's dead and the powers pass on. I like that.

Oh yes. I like that indeed.

Cloud Monk Woman my beloved.

EUPHRASIA I love you

YES GIRLLY

Slay quern

"I think... she is saving us."

"None of us were writing anything"

Destiny stopped existing the minute the merge happened.

"I knew the last one. I like you more." PLEASE MORRO HE WASNT BAD

Euphrasia... very nice.

The empress?... my my...

We keep losing people

Episode six:

Oh my God did Raptop or whatever his name is just die? He was crushed

How is be alive.

IMPERIUM

Sora is so good so /pos so smart.

Ana...?

Don't you dead name my girl

EMPEESS BEATRIX

OH MY GOD JTS A CULT

oh Dr. LaRow the woman who doesn't seem to fear the ras man.

Lloyd the ever caring father

Imperium... imperialism

Ohh. Sora.

Oh that's where she takes her name from.

Why does she have pink hair if those are her parents

Sorry sorry I just have nothing to say on this on.

The new prisoner is dangerous! And he isn't kai!

Oh okay so jt does seem its been a long time. Ten years? Five?

Episode 7:

This is a cult

PERCIVAL TARTIGRADE

Haha why does he look sound and act like my type /hj

Lucky for me I'll also what he is age wise

He's such a little guy

WyldFyre... hmm... she's not smart is she.

Here's the thing is that she isn't from their world so it's okay thst she has fire powers because this isn't her world.

Dorama how intelligent.

Everyone is so intelligent when they're not from the ninjago /lh

How old is everyone I can't tell

ITPF SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONALITY THLE

Percival is so autistic with his also autistic friends

I'm not mad at them, they've been indoctrinated.

WyldFyre

oh my God she's a dragon

Heatwave raised her haha

Rapton reminds me of someone...

YES SHE DOES REALLY HAVE KT

Hehe WyldFyre is just a little guy

Episode 8;

Lava dragons hehe.

OOH how she's raised. Can only the leader speak?

Interesting.

I wonder how she got her powers then

Yeah she's like like a young adult. Ughhh time works differently in realms but nwo they're all kne holy shit this tkmeline is so confusing

"An outlander?!"

Dude, he acts like he just did drugs in front of the police

Right right, she's impulsive but not stupid. I apologize for my previous statement. She seems survived this long, she'll be fine. She may not be book smart but she's not a fool.

"Oh good. A ghost."

IS THST MASTER WU?

I love kai

Well once the world's merged laws broke.

Percival, haha. I love him. It's more of a he's so me guys.

Thespian haha

they're so funny they're like funny (claws of imperium)

"Percival is like Red Son but powerless and in a cult" I- you're-

That's not even the point my dear.

Is it raining outside?

Oh. It is.

Episode 9:

Wu and Lloyd training??? Nice I like to see it.

I think this is a crime though...

MELVIN

Percival winning andbshdjdjd

He's so me j want hjm to be happy

If he dies I'm crying

"And yet a child brought this beast to me on his toy hoverboard" YEAH THATS RIGHT HES GREAT

I fucking knew it was wu this man never shuts up/ hj /lh

Dude how do they not see them

Bombs are bad for hearing.

DRAGON PSYCHOLOGIST

Zane ZANE MY BOY

Okay so the merge was years ago.

But how many because it's not clear

HAHA

Episode ten:

Don't you dead name my girl.

Now we're missing Jay and Cole... okay.

Got it

I don't know her name but I know it was said earlier.

Lloyd falling down the stairs is amazing.

Sora and Arin are smart.

What the hell is that ball. It's funny I don't swear this much I'll

Oh oh jts telepath

Lloyd becomes God from the power /hj

DUDE IS ON AN ACID TRIP.

HE REALLY BECAME GOD

Lloyd's has became God so many times before but it never stayed.

I want Percival back

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rubywithin · 1 year ago

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Who to Trust? 26

(Hedgy) “A body has been discovered in the Laboratory” his message played on a nearby monitor. It displayed the information, she had apparently been poisoned but there was no time of death! I checked around the Lab and nothing stood out other than a couple of books lying on the floor. I decided to check on Annabelle and it seemed like she also was hit on the head, I decided to check the cupboard and it looks like the antidote is gone! (Tetsuya) “Have you figured anything out Ein? (Ein) “I showed Annabelle where we hid the antidote....it seems too coincidental that she died here from the poison”. (Naruma) “Couldn’t the one who poisoned her of taken the antidote before poisoning her?”. (Ein) “I don’t know the issue is we don’t know how long it would take for the poison to kill. I highly doubt the killer would of known either.....Aurel was the only one who could of used it practically!”.

Other than the books on the floor I feel the room looks too tidy, it’s like there was no scuffle and no object left behind that could of had the poison on it. I decided to check the camera I had here but no picture’s were left behind. (Hedgy) “A second body has been discovered on the Third Floor!” No...it can’t be....Tetsuya ran out of the room as some of the others arrived. (Gina) “Is it Annabelle?” I nodded, (Naruma) “Did you hear the second announcement?” everyone else nodded. (Ellie) “Do you think whoever isn’t the second victim is the one behind it?” (Ein) “You just said second victim right....we don’t know who died first!” is that why there wasn’t a time of death. I rushed up to the third floor....there were only two rooms that popped into my head.....(Tetsuya) “KYOOOOOOOOOOYA”. The scream had so much pain with in it!

I made my way into the classroom and there he was.....Kyoya was on the ground not breathing. Tetsuya was holding him, I saw Luna, Sora and Enrique there.....(Ein) “Did the three of you find him?” (Luna) “Well the announcement only played when I saw him as we all split up to check different classrooms!”. I see, this room was a lot messier....I looked at Kyoya and he had string wrapped around his neck, I checked the monitor and it said his cause of death was strangling! (Ein) “Okay Hedgy want to explain the lack of time of deaths this time?” I waited for him to show up. (Hedgy) “Simple the game is first come first serve in case two of you guy’s try to kill. The game is more interesting if you don’t know which kill you have to find the culprit for!”. (Sora) “Was it Annabelle or Yuri in the Lab?” (Ein) “Annabelle....” Luna looked upset I guess since her and Gina tried being friends with her.

(Tetsuya) “Yuri....he has a bunch of puppets and if this string matches the ones they use I’m gonna to make him pay?”. I hated seeing Tetsuya this bitter but I felt a little suspicious of Yuri myself....he has been acting differently lately! I wanted to check around the room....hmm it looks like there is a stain on the floor! I checked a nearby desk and it had a bit of liquid on it. I tried putting it in a container. (Ein) “Luna can you check Annabelle’s room to see if she has any sort of chemical somewhere”. (Luna) “Yeah sure Ein, good luck with the investigating” I thanked her as she left. (Sora) “Can I help you with anything Ein?” (Ein) “Yeah can you come with me” we left Tetsuya with Kyoya as we thought he needed time to mourn. I wanted Sora to come with me to talk with Yuri as I felt he would help to make Yuri feel more secure. I don’t want to believe Yuri is the culprit but he has not been himself lately and I’m worried the letter pushed him over the edge!

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nejiverse · 2 years ago

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DOUBLE TROUBLE!

Ran, Sanzu, Shinichiro

In which the tokyo rev boys have two year old twins with you. Note I made up random names for the twins. Very fluffy. Fem! Reader

1.2k words

—RAN (sora and hachirō) ♂ ♂

Ran went to take a quick shower and left his little boys to play around on your shared bed since they only woke up not too long ago.

You left for work a few hours ago and the twins already missed you so Sora had the bright idea to call you on your phone you left at home, not that he knew how to unlock a phone never mind calling someone.

Don't ask me why you have two phones, you just do okay 😁

"Mama!", he giggled happily, taking your phone from the table and settling back down onto your side of the bed.

Hachirō looked at what his twin was holding in his hands and wanted in on it too.

Hachirō tried to take the phone from Sora but he only grabbed it back. This went back and forth until they not only disabled the phone because their fingers kept touching against the numbers in their little game of tug of war, but the phone ended up flying out of their hands and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.

The kind of thud where you knew if you picked it up, there'll be a visible crack. And a big one.

"Uh oh..", Hachirō curved his mouth into and 'o' shape as they both could only stare at the phone from the bed.

Sora quickly hid under the sheets when he heard Ran come out of the shower and Hachirō soon enough followed suit.

Ran walked in with a towel around his neck and shorts on as he blinked at the sight of his two boys hiding under the sheets.

"Why are you two hiding....what have you done?", Ran narrowed his eyes suspiciously, searching around the room for anything that looked out of place....until he met the sight of your phone face down on the floor.

He gasped audibly and dramatically.

"Please don't be broken, please don't be broken..", Ran chanted fingers crossed as he crouched down to pick up the phone, turning it around slowly while peeping through his semi-close eyes that were prepared for the worst.

A cold sweat went down his face and he froze with his mouth agape.

The screen was absolutely shattered.

"Sorry papa..", Sora whispered with a frown.

"Sorry..", Hachirō added.

Ran was internally crying big fat tears. He was definitely gonna get it when you get home, forcing him to sleep on the couch with no blankets and no cushions would be going easy on him.

"It's okay boys, I mean after all this is the last time you're gonna see your papa before your mama ends my life", it was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying, all he knew was his days would sadly come to an end soon..

—SANZU (akira and akemi) ♀ ♀

You rested your head against Sanzu's shoulder as you both sat on the couch watching whatever piqued your interest.

Akira was in the playroom and Akemi was sat in your laps snacking on fries that were supposed to be yours but clearly she had other plans.

"Mama", she called out, tilting her head backwards up to your face as she had a fry in her little fingers and held it up to your mouth.

You gladly took a bite, thinking she was offering the whole fry till she grumbled and her eyebrows knitted together.

"Only a small bite!", she exclaimed at which you instantly took a smaller bite before laughing.

Sanzu snickered. "She's just like you. Greedy with food".

You lifted your head from his shoulder and raised a brow. "You're one to talk..".

Akira came into the living room, chasing the cat that you and Sanzu had gotten for them on their 2nd birthday.

The cat instantly jumped into Sanzu's laps and he grimaced.

"Ugh, not you again", he muttered. He wasn't fond of the cat, especially when it'd leave fur all over his sharp suits.

Akira gestured the cat to get off Sanzu's lap.

"Leave dada alone", she babbled. Her shooing eventually got the cat off and Sanzu happily lifted his daughter into his arms.

"That's right, Fluffy is a fuc—", you narrowed your eyes at your husband's choice of words.

"I mean Fluffy is a stinky old cat", Sanzu corrected himself. The cat was barely two years old and he was already calling it names 😒

"Kitty isn't stinky!", Akira responsed. She loved the cat but she didn't like when it took HER space on Sanzu's lap.

The name of the cat also varied from person to person. It's just whatever you felt like calling it on the day. Fluffy, Kitty...Dog bait (Sanzu).

"Say, what if we ditch the cat and get a jaguar instead!", Sanzu was way too excited for an idea that would only transpire in his dreams.

"You're not bringing a jaguar into my house".

"Well let's see what the girls think", he faced his daughters with hopeful eyes.

"A jaguar's like a big scary tiger with sharp teeth", you explained to your daughter, plastering a scared expression. If they knew you were scared of the animal, they certainly didn't want it either.

"Tigers are scary", Akemi hid her face in your chest.

Akira nodded in agreement. "I like Fluffy".

"Well Haru? Majority rules", you gave him a smug look.

"Majority rules my ass..".

—SHINICHIRO (keiko and kouta) ♀ ♂

Shinichiro made his way to the twins' room as he saw from the monitor that they were awake.

"Mornin kiddo's!", he whispered shouted— since you were still sleeping— and crouched down, spreading his arms wide to envelope his little boy and girl in a big morning hug.

"Where's mama?", Kouta asked since normally both of you would greet them in the morning but you just wanted to treat yourself to a bit more sleep.

"She's still asleep...wanna wake her up?", they both nodded frantically and followed behind their father.

"Once she wakes up, you have to say 'we're hungry!'", he batted his lashes with fake puppy dog eyes. "Then she'll make us pancakes", Shinichiro would gladly do it himself but he simply didn't know how. He always managed to burn something when making pancakes so you banned him from ever laying a hand on anything hot in the kitchen.

Once they all gathered around the bed, Shinichiro gave a count down before the twins pounced on you.

"Wake up Mama!", they shouted in unison as you stirred in your sleep.

"I...think not", you murmured, sinking your head further into your pillow.

"But Dada's hungry!", Keiko pouted.

It was as though Keiko's words were a wake up call because suddenly, all the sleep in your eyes left.

"That wasn't in the script!", Shin facepalmed as his shoulders jerked at the sound of your voice.

"Oh he is, is he?".

"Mhm!", Kouta nodded.

"Not to worry, i'll make you guys some pancakes. And Shin, i'll prepare you a nice glass of motor oil, that sound nice?".

"Yay!!", the twins cheered.

Shinichiro sagged his shoulders and hung his head low, a single tear coming out of his eye.

"Yay..".

masterlist :)

A/N: the actual cause of Shinichiro’s death (real)

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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RAINBERRY (6)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: you share a series of moments with jungkook, come to several realizations about sora. things shift...for the better or for worse? pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship, suggestive content (hooking up)

word count: 7305... yeah idk what happened lmao

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz

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“You come here often?” A voice behind you murmurs in your ear. You nearly jump, but you already know who it is.

Jungkook. Ever since he had texted you letting you know that he was on his way, you’d been eagerly looking for him in the crowded, dim lights of the bar.

“No,” You say, unable to stop a giggle from pushing past your lips.

“Lucky for me then, huh?” Jungkook grins, his smile a little dark and a little seductive. It sends a thrill up your spine.

“It is,” You nod, “Really lucky for you. And for me-”

You internally cringe at yourself. Did you learn to flirt only yesterday? Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you in amusement before letting his hand rest on your lower back.

“C’mon, pretty, I’ll get you a drink,” Jungkook says, “Maybe then you’ll pick up a trick or two on the subject of flirting.”

You gasp and swat his chest, “Don’t be so rude.”

Jungkook stands in between your legs at the bar, one hand on your thigh and one hand gripping his drink. You’re laughing at something he said in your ear, something funny that happened at the tattoo parlor earlier in the day-

“Mina and Mei pretended to be the other to see how long it would take for Jin to notice, since he can never tell them apart-”

“You’re all terrible, and poor Jin, you always instigate with him!”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Jungkook nearly pouts at you.

“Oh? Why’s that? Maybe I like Jin more than I like you,” You reply, leaning closer to him.

“But you still like me, right?” Jungkook says, discreetly weaving his fingers through yours. Nobody’s paying attention to either of you, but even if someone was, you wouldn’t mind.

Or so you thought nobody was paying attention to either of you.

“Mmm… maybe a little bit,” You grin, tilting your head to the side, “Tell me how cool and pretty you think I am, and then I’ll decide.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. His bright, bunny smile makes you smile. “You already know how cool and pretty I think you are, baby.”

“You could stand to mention it a little more.”

“And what about me?” Jungkook says, leaning forward, “You never compliment me, baby…”

“That’s- that’s not true,” You whisper. He’s close enough that you can see the stars in his eyes, the ridges on his plump, pouty bottom lip, the mole below his lip.

“But I guess you don’t need to, not really,” Jungkook says airily, “Not when I can tell that you think about me. Because my girl’s dirty, huh?”

You squeeze his lithe fingers tightly and he smiles at you, sin painted in the curves of his wicked grin.

“Uh-” You stammer, your face feeling hot, “You’re really cute?”

He throws his head back once more and you grin bashfully at him. “And I like spending time with you,” You say softly, looking up at him as if you want him to hang the moon for you.

Jungkook curses under his breath. Because he would, he really would.

“How lucky for me,” Jungkook says, patting your head fondly.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes.

Before the night ends (and you endure the teasing of Mina and Mei), you manage to convince Jungkook into taking pictures with you. Mina is all too happy to take them. You don’t know how many candids she takes of you both- you get lost in his voice and the glint in his eyes.

And then he abruptly kisses your cheek, and your breath hitches with the feel of his lips against your skin leaving your heart sputtering helplessly in your chest.

Mei and Mina are both cooing in the background at their favorite couple who isn’t quite a couple just yet. Jungkook glares at both of them, only causing them both to laugh.

And then the moment is ruined by none other than Sora herself. Jungkook sighs, already knowing that you’re going to be pulled away from him. He doesn’t know why she’s even here when nobody here likes or knows her except for you. But you’re too nice to leave her out of things (mainly because you don’t want her to get upset at you for it). So Jungkook says nothing, only narrowing his eyes at her when she comes close.

She eyes his arm around your waist and how close you’re standing to him suspiciously.

“I don’t feel so good,” Sora groans, clutching her stomach. How dramatic, Jungkook scoffs. As if she’s never handled alcohol before. Jungkook looks for the blurriness that comes with alcohol in her eyes and is unsurprised to find nothing.

But perhaps his dislike for her is outweighing reality.

“Door’s right there,” Jungkook says bluntly, “And the bathroom's over there. Knock yourself out.”

He tightens his hand over your waist, ignoring your gentle swat of your hand against his chest.

“Can we go home?” Sora pouts at you, but not before sending Jungkook a glare. Jungkook already knows you’re nodding- it seems that Sora always gets what she wants.

He knows she’s faking it, and you’re too nice to see through her bullshit.

Well, Jungkook gets what he wants, too.

“I can take you both home?” Jungkook says, though the thought of being within five feet of her sends him recoiling.

“No! We can get home ourselves,” Sora nearly hisses.

“What about when she drops you off at your apartment? You gonna let her walk home alone?” Jungkook scoffs.

“She doesn’t live that far, and she can take care of herself. Or she can sleepover,” Sora answers heatedly, as if you’re not right there.

“She is right here. And I’m not sleeping over, I have an early morning tomorrow,” You say easily, feeling annoyance beginning to stir in your belly. It’s a lie, but Sora doesn’t need to know that. “Go wait at the door, Sora. I’ll be there in a minute.”

And for once, Sora listens to you.

“Jungkook,” You murmur with heated cheeks, “Maybe I can see you later tonight?”

Jungkook laughs in surprise. His girl isn’t just flirty and touchy, you’re a liar. And you’re a liar for him.

“Sure baby, whatever you want. Just please text me when you get home. Or call me and I’ll come pick you up,” Jungkook says, returning your tipsy smile. He wants to glare in Sora’s direction but refrains from doing so.

He can hear both Mira and Mei both giggling into their hands a few feet away, but you don’t seem to hear it. You don’t seem to hear anything but him.

“Okay,” You beam at him, “I’ll call you.”

By the time you get Sora in the safe hands of her roommates and tucked into bed with a glass of water, it’s nearly 1:30 AM.

“Promise me somethin’,” She says, her eyes half awake. But you can tell she’s alert and aware.

“Hmm?” You say distractedly, about to text Jungkook telling him you’re going home soon.

“You need to stay away from Jeon,” She mumbles, watching you like a hawk, “He’s not a good guy-”

“I think you’re tired, Sora,” You say, not meeting her gaze, “I’m pretty tired, too. So ‘m gonna go home. Sleep well.”

“I mean it, he’ll break your heart, you know. Don’t you trust me?”

“Sleep well,” You whisper easily, levelling her with an intense gaze. She feels herself being scrutinized as if she’s under a microscope, but the heat dissipates quickly as you turn on your heel.

Lying to her comes so easily, even with your heart pounding painfully in your ears. But you know that’s not Jungkook’s influence on you, as she might claim. Jungkook has never been a liar- apparently that’s reserved only for you.

Jungkook is only a few blocks away from Sora’s apartment building so you remain on the phone with him, giggling quietly, as you meet him halfway. He covers more ground quicker than you so he catches up to you quickly.

“Hi,” You laugh wildly, not sure what you’re even laughing at. You’re giddy just from the sight of him and you shyly take his hand in yours. He looks at you in surprise but says nothing, only rubbing your thumb with his own.

“Hey, baby,” He says smoothly. You only beam at him in response to how he is apparently unaffected by you. It’s so easy for you to push Sora’s words from your mind, when Jungkook is standing right by your side looking at you like that.

“I live kind of far from here,” You confess, “It’s like a fifteen or twenty minute drive.”

Jungkook shakes his head at you, pulling his phone out for an Uber. “I hate that you Uber home alone so often from here,” Jungkook says, “Don’t do that anymore. You’ve heard the stories right?”

“Yeah, I have,” You shrug, “I don’t really know who else I can call all the way from here-”

“Me,” Jungkook says sharply, “Yoongi. Hobi. Jin. Mei. Mina. Any of us, baby. Fuckin’ Sora should drive you home.”

“She’s drunk, she can’t drive!”

“Not this time, just in general,” Jungkook mutters, “Some best friend, letting you ride alone in a damn Uber for twenty minutes without even checking up on you-”

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You mumble abruptly, “I want to go home, Jungkook. Will you take me home?”

And who is he to deny you?

In hindsight, maybe you should have slowed down. Maybe he should have slowed down. But the minute you enter the threshold of your home, your hands are warm and welcoming on his chest. You want him, you need him, you need him to hold you the way you know he wants to.

Your lips are sweet against his, trembling and burning all at once.

It’s been about an hour since you both ended up falling into your bed together, and most of that hour has been filled with you both locking lips. It had been you who had pressed your hands to his firm chest with determined eyes and a deep furrow in your brow before pressing your lips to his.

As quickly as it happened, it feels right. You’re sitting on his lap as if you belong, hips slowly rocking into his as your hands pull his hair out of the ponytail that it’s in. You sigh happily when you card through his hair, fingertips gentle over his scalp.

Jungkook loves the soft, pretty noises he pulls from you with each slip of his tongue into your mouth. You’re hungry, impatient, nothing of what his initial first impression of you was. You always want more, more, more and he wants to give, give, give.

He should’ve been more surprised than he really was when you had tugged his hand into your bedroom, pushed him to your bed and climbed into his lap. Your eyes are hooded, as you duck your head to meet his lips.

He tastes like honey and mint and something sweet. He smells like fresh laundry. You could lose yourself in him, you think, as you bite his lower lip generously.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans into your mouth, missing the warmth of your lips immediately, “Wait.”

But he moans again when you nip his bottom lip gently, coaxing your way into his mouth. It takes him a few seconds to pull away, your honeyed lips too tempting for him. You complain vocally, deciding to press your lips to his neck instead.

“Baby,” Jungkook says again, a little firmly with a tight grip on your hips.

“Honey,” You say in the same tone, your lips pulled into a pretty pout.

“Slow down,” Jungkook murmurs, gently placing you on the bed, your back against your freshly washed sheets. You hum and wrap an arm around his shoulders, eyelashes fluttering as you just watch him. Jungkook looks so good above you, lips perfectly pink and pillowy… You’re tempted to lick the column of his neck, all along the swirls of ink, but you don’t.

“It’s late,” You muse, twirling his hair within your fingers. He won’t admit that he feels like putty in your arms, hovering above you.

“Great observation,” Jungkook says dryly, “Anything else you wanna share with the class?”

“Will you stay over,” You murmur, looking up at him as he lays in between your legs and dots your cheeks in soft kisses.

“You want that, baby? Pretty baby wants me to stay over?” Jungkook nearly coos at you, and you swat his hand away at his teasing.

“Shut up,” You mumble, “Only because it’s like, 3 in the morning and it would be shitty for you to go all the way across the city alone.”

“Yeah, right, only because it's three AM. Not because you want to cuddle,” Jungkook snorts.

“You’re only good for cuddling, anyway,” You shoot back, “I have some of my dad’s sweats and shirts if you want to change. Get off me, you big oaf.”

“My girl’s mean, huh?

“Oh, who said anything about your girl,” You mutter, embracing the heat in your face.

Jungkook peels his leather jacket off, but he catches your curious eyes before you turn away and all but run into the bathroom to change and take your makeup off. He’s waiting in your bed as if he lives there, waiting for you to join him.

“Why do you look so nervous in your own bedroom,” Jungkook asks bluntly, chuckling at your soft noise of offense.

“It’s not everyday I have you in my bed,” You mumble, peeling the covers back to slide into bed next to him.

“You want it to be everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy,” You reply, pinching his waist. He yelps and grips your wrist loosely.

“You okay with this or what? I can sleep on the couch if you’re not,” Jungkook says, rubbing your wrist gently.

You hum, “I’m good. You good?”

“Got the prettiest girl right here. Of course I’m good,” Jungkook says, winking at you. You hide your face from him and swat his chest.

“Good night,” You mumble, “Go to sleep, stupid.”

“Who the fuck,” Jungkook grumbles into your hair, “The fuck is calling you this early, what the fuck-”

You groan, pushing your face into his chest as if that’ll push the jarring sound of your phone blaring out of your mind. Rubbing your eyes with an irritated sigh, you reach over to blindly feel for your phone on the nightstand but Jungkook reaches it first.

“Of course,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “She never misses a fucking beat does she? Even at 6:20 in the fucking morning...”

You catch a glimpse at the phone and see that it’s Sora calling you. You take the phone from his hands, letting him wrap himself around you with a pout. You run your hand over his back silently as you answer the phone.

“Hello?” You grumble raspily, voice filled with remnants of the morning.

“Hey, just checking that you were awake. You said you had an early morning today, right?” Sora's chipper voice booms into the receiver. You cringe. Has she always sounded like that?

“Yeah…” You reply, but you’re a little distracted by the way that Jungkook’s lips attach to the corner of your mouth. “Mmm…”

“You there? You falling asleep on me, or what?” Sora asks, “Always so distracted, you should seriously pay more attention-”

Jungkook hears her and glares at the phone. His eyes harden and he moves quickly, without warning you. He takes the phone from your hands swiftly as if it’s personally offended him.

“Leave us alone, Sora,” Jungkook says, steel and frustration clear in his voice, “It’s too early for this shit, go do something productive and leave us alone. ”

You watch him with gobsmacked eyes, knowing this won’t end well but unable to find it in yourself to care as much as you should.

At least not yet.

Sora’s flabbergasted screech pierces the previously quiet morning air through your phone and you wince. You knew she wouldn’t be happy, but you’ll deal with her later. When a sleepy, pouty Jungkook wasn’t in front of you already chasing your lips with his.

“Kook,” You sigh, turning your cheek to face him. He plants his lips on yours easily, pulling the words right off of your tongue and filling your mind with air.

“You embarrassed of me or something,” Jungkook teases.

“What? No,” You say sharply, eyes wide, “Why would you think that?”

“You lied to her last night and you lied to her just now. You don’t have an early morning,” Jungkook says, hands running over your cheek, “You only have me in your bed.”

“She keeps telling me I should stay away from you,” You confess, “I don’t know why she doesn’t like you, but I’ll talk to her about it later. I don’t want my best friend to not like you-”

“Is she? Your best friend?” Jungkook asks, cutting you off. Your eyes are round with confusion, head tilted to the side.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” You ask softly, “We’ve been close since college-”

“I know all the facts, baby,” Jungkook says, trying his best to not insult Sora to you the way he wants to, “I know she’s been your friend since college, you’ve seen each other at your worst, all of the usual bullshit-”

“Hey!”

“... Why do you think she doesn’t want you to have anything to do with me? If she was really your best friend, she wouldn’t be this fucking concerned or involved-”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” You shrug, “She’s just… protective of me.”

“She cares too fucking much in my opinion,” Jungkook says, “Fucking control freak. Would someone protective of you send you on a blind date with an asshole who stood you up and didn’t even reach out to you after?”

Jungkook has a lot more he wants to say about Sora and how she treats you, but he keeps it to himself for now.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. Only looking at him with those disarming eyes. He hasn’t said much about it, but your gears are already turning. You’ve been growing more and more tired of Sora’s antics- mainly the way she never seems to take into account your feelings unless it benefits her. It was tolerable in college, but the more you fell for Jungkook, the more tiresome it was becoming.

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You say finally, a repeat of what you said last night.

Jungkook looks at you, something undecipherable in his eyes, before nodding and quietly meeting your warm, sleepy lips with his own.

It’s been a total of thirty-six hours since you kissed Jungkook and he had spent the night with you. You haven’t had any type of conversation with him about what your kiss with him meant, what him staying the night over meant. It doesn't’ stop you from feeling giddy at the thought of him, from replaying the last kiss he had given you. From leaving you wanting more.

You think nothing of it as you cheerily buy a dozen donuts to bring with you to the tattoo parlor to surprise Jungkook and your friends. Maybe you can sneak a kiss in.

But the minute you walk into the parlor, you know something is a little off. Jungkook’s shoulders are tense, a pensive look settled in his eyes. His jaw is clenched, tongue poking his cheek.

“Hi,” You murmur, offering him the box of donuts, “I come bearing treats.”

Jungkook gives you a thin smile. He chews on his chapped bottom lip, deep in thought. You didn’t know what to expect after seeing him for the first time after he spent the night with you, but this isn’t what you expected.

He’s standing across from you with crossed arms over his broad chest. The air between you both feels cold and still, icy as you exhale. He’s upset about something, and after before you can ask him what’s wrong (before you can stop your own spiral downwards), he beats you to the punch-

“I don’t understand you,” Jungkook says, his voice perfectly calm and even. But it’s eerie.

Your heart drops to your stomach instantly and you swallow the dry lump in your throat.

“What?” You hate how soft, how weak your voice sounds. But you can’t help it, not when disappointment coats his eyes and when he speaks to you like he’s disgusted by you. You don’t understand him either. The way he switches up on you with no warning.

Jungkook takes a deep breath to tell you what’s been on his mind. Instead of the practiced speech that sounded much calmer in his mind, what comes out is-

“You let Sora walk all over you,” Jungkook hisses, “You let her dictate almost every fucking decision! She has this inexplicable hold over you, and you don’t even know it!”

Jungkook hates confrontation, he really does. But he’s at his wit’s end with you and with Sora. Mostly with you, for not seeing a terrible friend in front of your eyes even when everyone tries telling you. How can you be this blinded by it? By her?

“She manipulates you at every turn, and you just let her! And you know what, I get it- it’s hard to recognize it when you’re in it. But we’ve all told you. She’s not a good friend to you, at all!”

Your face falls, heart sinking into a black hole that begins to swirl in your belly. You can’t stand it, the fire in his eyes despite the ice in his voice. You don’t like this. You don’t like this.

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on listening to her,” Jungkook seethes, getting angrier the more he thinks about Sora, “She treats you like shit- you have to know you deserve better than that, right? She sabotages you every chance she gets. She doesn’t like any of us, you know that? And forget that- why don’t you fucking ask yourself why she has the opposite opinion to everything when it comes to something you like? Your fucking car, your apartment, your job, your choice in decor. Even me.”

His words make you ache terribly and you desperately need something to hold on to to ground yourself. You shove your fists in the pockets of your jacket and surely, you’re clenching your fists tight enough that your nails are piercing through the skin of your palms.

“You never question her intentions. You’ve never even dreamed of questioning her,” Jungkook continues with a cruel sneer, lips twisting into something unfamiliar that cuts across you, “You should ask yourself why. You should ask yourself by you’re always defending her, walking on eggshells around her, afraid to be in disagreement with her, when she doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

But he doesn’t stop there, “You’re so fucking naive a-and fucking foolish. You can’t see how she always has to have you in the palm of her hand, how she makes sure she’s ahead of you in life, by whatever twisted definition of that she has. You deserve better than her. And I know I deserve better than to be hidden because you’re too scared to face your supposed best friend.”

You don’t have any words. Your brain seems to short circuit at his harsh truths, unable to formulate a single sentence. Instead your hands tremble and your eyes become wet.

You say nothing. As always, you say nothing.

“You’re not gonna say anything? Not even now?” Jungkook asks, tongue pressing against his cheek.

Another five seconds goes by before you open your mouth, “I d-don’t know what to say,” Your voice is quiet, unlike what Jungkook is used to, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jungkook could scream in frustration. You still won’t say what’s on your mind, even when he insults you straight to your face. He can’t tell what you’re thinking (mainly because you hardly ever say anything about it), despite being able to read you easily.

“I think I should go,” You say in the same soft, defeated voice, “I b-brought donuts, but umm… they’re over there. Goodbye, Jungkook.”

With that, you turn your back on him and on the tattoo parlor to head outside. He doesn’t see the trembling of your hands or of your shoulders. He doesn’t know that you somehow hold your tears back the whole way home, biting down harshly on your bottom lip enough to draw blood.

Jungkook doesn’t know that you barely make it into your apartment with his words ringing cruelly in your head. He doesn’t know that you collapse in your bed in a mess of sobs and the sound of your heart aching.

You’re alone.

It takes all of thirty seconds after your departure for Jungkook to realize the weight of his words and for your defeated, hunched over shoulders to replay in his mind like a movie. It takes another forty seconds for Mina and Mei to emerge from their respective offices (where he’s certain they heard the entire conversation) and scream at him for his callousness-

“I have never known you to speak to anyone like that, let alone the girl that you’ve liked for who knows how long! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mina says and smacks the back of his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Mei continues with narrowed eyes, “You better apologize to her and kiss her fucking feet-”

“Who else was going to tell her about Sora? She hasn’t listened to-”

“There is a way to communicate these things!” Mei says angrily, “You yelling at her like that wasn’t the move and you know it. You’re so fucking stupid!”

“Alright, I get it,” Jungkook says, equally as angry. He pulls away from both of them, not wanting to hear it from them anymore.

“That girl Sora is a fucking bitch but you’re no better for how you just behaved,” Mina hisses, “Get your shit together, Jeon.”

He knows that he was harsh, maybe too harsh with you. Looking back on the memory of your glossy eyes and sad, slumped shoulders… You hadn’t even fought him. You’d just accepted his barrage of words as fact, without even thinking to provide an explanation or a defense of yourself.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut in shame. Once the anger dissolves into hurt, he reaches a conclusion. He should’ve just talked to you rather than lash out at you like that.

You’re no delicate flower, but damn, he’d do anything to take away the broken look in your eyes.

You take exactly two days off from work to sort through your feelings and thoroughly comb through your previous memories with Sora, and subsequently, with all of your friends. You spend most of this time in your bed, under the covers and scrolling through old photos from college and post-grad life.

It’s funny- you don’t really know where your sense of self got away from you.

You’ve always approached people- relationships, friendships- logically and rationally. Or at least you thought you had. It seems like a lot of your reactions to things that may have upset you or bothered you (or lack thereof) was for the convenience of others- namely Sora.

You bury your head in your hands when she passes through your memory. How could you have let it escalate this far? Can you be so blind to someone treating you so horribly for this long? Can you excuse her behavior for the simple fact that she’s been your supposed friend for years?

You try to think back on a time when you felt like you could unabashedly be yourself around Sora without any consequence for simply existing.

You come up blank.

Logic comes easy to you. It’s easy for you to make the decision to finally speak to Sora and say what needs to be said. Especially when your other friends were hurt by her actions, and by extension, yours.

After about another thirty-six hours, you decide. It doesn’t surprise you, how easy it is to make the decision. You decide that this “friendship” with Sora isn’t worth it. Not when she’s made you feel like this for years and if she treats your friends this way, too.

You’ll give her a chance to explain, but most of your mind is set already. Considering how well you know her, you know how this conversation is going to go. You dread it, but it must be done. Even if it’s long overdue.

“I need you to be honest with me,” You say plainly, keeping your face neutral even as your heart hammers away in your chest. At least you’re in the safety and comfort of your own home, your pastel green throw pillow on your lap acting as an anchor.

Sora sits across from you, an eyebrow raised. Her mouth is twisted into something defensive, on the ready to eat you alive. How could you not notice it before?

“When am I ever not honest with you?” Sora scoffs.

“Then it should be easy for you to answer a few questions for me, and we can be on our merry ways,” You say breezily, your eyes hardened. She swallows. Good.

“The fuck you being so formal for?” Sora laughs, but her smile drops when she sees that you’re not joking.

“Why are you so mean to Jungkook and his friends? My friends?” You ask without missing a beat. You cross your arms over your chest and look at her expectantly. Your ears feel warm, but you press on.

Even if Jungkook is perhaps irreparably upset with you, you think this is his influence. Growing a spine and sticking up for yourself, for the people around you.

“Seriously? That’s what’s got your panties twisted?” Sora says, waving a dismissive hand at you, “Don’t worry about them, they don’t know you like I do- I mean who else was holding your hair back when you were throwing your guts up in college?”

“I don’t think the quality of a friendship should be assessed by how many drunken nights we had.”

“Who else was there for you when nobody else was?” Sora hisses, “I took you home when your parents left you for the holidays, I was the one who was there with you when your shitty ex’s ghosted you, god, your taste is the worst-I was the only one who ever saw you!”

You squeeze your pillow far too tightly.

“Stop holding that shit over my head,” You snap, “Those are just things that friends do. I never begged you for your support and I shouldn’t have to feel like I owe you something other than friendship just for being your only fucking friend who put up with your shit for this long.”

Before she can open her mouth to speak, you cut across her, “Stop talking about the past. College was years ago at this point. We graduated fucking almost six years ago. And even in college… you haven’t changed a bit,” You let out a mirthless laugh, “What do you have to say for our friendship right now? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have set me up with a loser who stood me up. You afraid of something, Sora? You afraid I’ve been around people who are friends with me because they actually like me, not because they get off on a weird power trip?

“Ever since the beginning, all you’ve done is push me away from myself,” You say with trembling lips, “E-everything, you’ve just… you just take everything I like and I want and completely dismiss it. It’s n-not right. A-and it took this long, for Jungkook to call it out for me to realize. This- this isn’t friendship-”

To your misery, her lips morph into a cruel sneer. “Jungkook? You went behind my back-”

“Behind your back? You don’t even have a good reason-”

“I told you, I’m only-”

“No! You’re gonna let me finish, for once,” You raise your voice, levelling her with a glare containing years worth of anger, “It’s clear, with or without Jungkook, that you’ve only kept me around to make yourself feel better. How twisted is that! You kept me down, made me doubt myself and everything just so you could feel better.”

You take a deep, deafening breath.

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Even now, you can’t reassure me. Even now, you can’t call on our friendship as something fond to remember. You weaponized me for your own insecurities. Get out.”

“Get out? You’re kicking me out?” Sora’s sneer drops immediately. Maybe you’re being cruel, but you can’t take it anymore. Something passes across her face that makes you draw an ounce of sympathy for her but it evaporates immediately.

“Yup,” You say, popping the ‘p’, “We’re not friends, and I don’t think we ever were. So thanks, for bringing me back to my senses.”

And that’s that- she leaves with her tail between her legs, not pleading for your affection or your friendship. You’re grateful for that, because you feel like you might collapse in about two minutes.

***

It has been exactly nine days since you ended your friendship with Sora and exactly fourteen days since you stepped foot in the tattoo parlor. You’ve only just reached out to Mei and Mina, in between sporadic texts to Hobi and Yoongi.

It’s been exactly two weeks since you spoke to Jungkook. You miss him, you miss his crooked smirk, his bunny smile. Most of all, you miss the comfort and safety his presence brings. But you’re too nervous to reach out to him again, his harsh words and fiery eyes blinking back at you in your own mind. You’re nervous to even show your face at the tattoo parlor.

Jungkook has been receiving an earful from all of his friends since the last day he spoke to you. Hobi’s wrath, along with Mei and Mina’s wrath, is something he never wants to relive twice. Yoongi and Jin also lectured him, and he only looked at them with wide, doe eyes in understanding. Whatever anger he was holding on to has simmered down to hurt, and now he just misses you. And he very much regrets the way he spoke to you.

He winces when he recalls his cruel words, the sharp edge of his tongue that slipped out so easily. So quickly, to strike you right where it hurts. Jungkook can’t get your stricken expression out of his mind. Knowing he put that look on your face, it makes him ache. And he’s the coward, for still not reaching out to you to apologize.

He’s too nervous to face you, but he has to.

***

jeon jungkook : hi. can we talk sometime soon?

It takes you fifteen minutes to respond. What he doesn’t know is that you had panicked for ten of those fifteen minutes, nearly dropping your phone when you had seen his name pop up on your screen.

you 🧡 : hi. sure. Where?

***

You give yourself a pep talk the entire drive to the park. You’re glad he suggested a park, and a park close to your home- you’re grateful for the open area. You’re incredibly nervous to see him for the first time in a while, running through different scenarios in your head before scolding yourself.

It’s Jungkook. Even if he hurt you, it’s still Jungkook. You trust him. You want to trust him.

You spot Jungkook leaning on his motorcycle, looking like a vision in all black. As almost always a strand of black hair escapes his ponytail as he lights his cigarette. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice his nerves in the way he grips his lighter tightly.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Hi.”

You wring your hands together, gripping the straps of your backpack tightly. You’re just as nervous as he is, he realizes. But still, you stand with your back straightened, eyes wary. You glow, and despite the fact that it’s only been two weeks, he senses something different about you.

“Hi,” Jungkook murmurs, the pet name on the tip of his tongue but he refrains, “Come here. Can I hug you?”

“Y-yeah,” You nod with a small smile and he envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly. Inhaling every bit of you that he can. He wants to kiss you again, kiss you breathless, kiss you so that you forget his cruelty.

But he can’t erase it. So he doesn’t.

“I brought blankets for us,” Jungkook murmurs, pointing to the basket, “Let’s go sit?”

You nod and follow his lead.

***

“It was messed up,” You say forlornly, “We kissed, we kissed a lot, you slept in my bed and then you yelled at me. Insulted me in your tattoo parlor. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” There’s only a little malice in your voice, but he’ll take it.

You’re both sitting across from each other, knees touching with open and honest eyes. You feel vulnerable and exposed around him, especially considering how your last conversation with him went.

“You should’ve just talked to me,” You mumble.

“I know,” Jungkook says instantly, takes your much smaller hands in his and squeezes, “I fucked up. I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that. You didn’t deserve that from me. You don’t deserve that from anyone, least of all from me. I’m sorry I let everything fester and took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry. I made you cry, didn’t I?”

You look away from him for a millisecond before nodding, “You’d cry too, if the man you liked, the man you just spent the night with for the first time, spoke to you like that. In his own place of work. I only brought you donuts and you just- what the fuck? You just went off on me, I had no idea you were even feeling that intensely about Sora. About me-

“I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. Don’t take me for a fool,” You say pointedly, not letting go of his hands. Jungkook cringes before opening his mouth.

“You’re not naive or stupid, I’m sorry-”

“But… I understand, I think. You know when you kind of… know something but it takes another person for you to realize? I think I always knew how Sora was and didn’t want to face it. Or face her. For so long, it felt like she was all I had for some reason. Like even if there were others, it felt like her approval mattered the most. And I realized it was because she just always had this way of making me feel less than her. But mostly, I owe that realization to you. Even if you went about it the wrong way.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, “I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve just talked to you about how I was feeling, rather than take it out on you. You deserve better than that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” You say, surprising him, “For allowing her to get in the way of us, for allowing her to run her mouth. For not having a spine-”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly, “When someone is controlling and manipulative like that, it’s hard to see past it-”

“But is it an excuse?” You wonder with a slight tilt of your head, “I let it hurt you, hurt Yoongi, Hobi, Mina, Mei…”

“Maybe not an excuse. But it makes it understandable,” Jungkook says, “All we can do is move forward right?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” You nod, “I know it doesn’t really change much now, but… I told Sora I don’t want anything to do with her anymore. In fact, I kicked her out of my apartment. It was very dramatic and satisfying. Like something out of a movie.”

Jungkook laughs despite himself, pulling a small smile from you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-”

“You just ended a friendship with someone who’s been around for a long time. That’s not easy.”

“It was easier than I thought it would be. Turns out telling someone to get out of your apartment after letting out about eight years of pent up frustration really is the most vindicating thing a girl can do,” You murmur with a soft laugh, “I think I’m just upset with myself that it took this long. That it took hurting you, the last person I’d ever want to hurt, to realize.”

Jungkook rubs your thumb gently, sending gentle ripples over your skin.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you like that,” Jungkook says, sincerity forming dotted diamonds in his eyes, “God, I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I’m sorry I disrespected you, too. By ignoring all of the red flags, I let her get away with so much. I let her get away with her saying so much shit about you.”

There’s a comfortable pause between you both.

“I think we need to take time for ourselves,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes uncertain but earnest, “Before we start anything-”

“And who said I wanted to start anything with you,” You tease, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, “I agree… Maybe no more pet names, huh?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks in amusement.

“To break up, we’d have to be together to begin with,” You say softly. Despite his own words, his own insistence that he knows you both have some feelings to work through before starting anything romantic without lingering feelings of resentment… Jungkook just wants to pull you into his lap and kiss you, steal your breath, feel your hips in his hands. You look so pretty under the sunlight, the rays brushing over your hair warmly and casting a faint halo over your head.

He drinks you in with his eyes, not allowing a single inch of you to pass him. It’s only been two weeks, but he looks at you as if it’s been so much longer since he’s seen you.

You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions around him, and this time is no different. You look like you want to eat him alive, your eyes hooded and palms hot against his. Something in you wants him, wants him to hold you close, feel his hands over any and every inch of you that he can reach.

You want him to paint you with his hands, maybe share some of that sparkle that he seems to be made of.

Your eyes linger, a soft sigh escaping your lips without realizing it. Jungkook resists a smirk, keeping his observations to himself. He catches your gaze burning through his balmy skin, on his arms, his chest, his neck…

It’s too bad. It really is.

Memories of your night together flash behind your eyelids, the way you seemed to fit just perfectly on top of his strong thighs, the way his big hands felt ghosting over you.

You force your eyes away and touch your lips subconsciously, blinking away the ghost of his kiss. Pulling your hands away from him, you offer him a contrite smile.

“I’ll see you around, Jungkook,” You murmur, standing up from the blanket. His first instinct is to help you up, but he remembers, he’s supposed to keep his hands to himself.

“Yeah. See you around.”

Jungkook’s dimples are the last thing you see when you turn your back and head to your car. You try your best not to look back at him, despite every neuron in your brain screaming at you to.

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MoM Tags: @tiemeuptogoldenchains @boymeetsparadise @jungkooksseuphoria @kaepjjangiya @drumsofheaven @ppeachyttae @tae-bebe @yiyi4657 @mygscafe @beeeetsandskzreads @maichiverse

#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you

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science-lings · 3 years ago

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LU Headcanons: Smash Ultimate Mains

There are multiple for each one because there are over 80 smash characters and more than one fit each of their vibes and I personally have a whole team of characters that I like to fight as.

Wind: Young Link, Meta Knight, Minecraft Steve, Sonic, he is a child, he plays characters that a gamer kid would play, also he hero worships Time so of course he’d play as baby Time because it’s funny. He prefers fast characters to ones that are super strong and has different moves that he spams constantly. Aside from Young Link he refuses to play children. But when they go for an all Zelda character round, he’s Toon Link.

Four: Tends to go for characters that are multiples in one, like the ice climbers or duck hunt or Banjo and Kazooie or Rosalina and Luma. He gets bullied into playing Hero because of their matching haircuts, He also occasionally plays as Olimar because he’s just a little nature alien that uses throws little alien plant people at everyone else. He draws the line at being bullied into playing Little Mac.

Hyrule: Likes cute cartoon characters like Yoshi and Megaman and Sora, also tends to go for a lot of Pokemon like Pikachu and the Pokemon trainer, he also sometimes plays as Lucas because he’s just a scared little kid with magic and that Hyrule identifies with a little bit. He also goes for that one Fire Emblem character that does magic and turns into a dragon, I literally cannnot tell those bitches apart.

Sky: Likes little characters that can fly, like Kirby and Pit and Bowser Jr. but he couldn’t not main Cloud. I mean seriously, his name and big sword is the perfect fit for Sky. I also think that he would play Peach because he likes how cutesy and nonviolent she is despite being in a fighting game. I mean seriously her main weapons are her ass and her parasol and a golf club.

Warriors: Okay he only plays as those Fire Emblem sword bitches, Ike and Marth and Lucina and all that shit. He plays as any prettyboy sword bitch in the game, including Shulk and Cloud and Sepheroth, though he only plays as Sepheroth when Sky plays as Cloud. When he’s not a typical swordsmen character, he plays as Toon Link. He loves Toon Link for obvious reasons.

Legend: Either goes for girls but especially magic girls... and that’s it. He plays as Zelda and Zero Suit Samus and Palutena and Bayonetta and Pyra/Mythra, but absolutely refuses to play as a Fire Emblem Character specifically out of spite for Warriors. He does play as Ness when Hyrule is Lucas.

Time: Has not type, sure he has preferences but they don’t follow a pattern. Like he plays as Bowser and Sheik and Pac-Man and Min Min and there’s no similarities, he just likes them. Though he does like Bowser only because Malon has the little scarf clip that looks suspiciously similar... He likes Pac-Man because he’s old, and Sheik because he’s bisexual and Min Min because she has dragons and noodles and just perfect vibes. He will play as Young Link when it’s that wario stage that forces you to taunt because his taunts have him chugging milk and saying hi to Navi and that is pretty cute.

Twilight: Whatever vibes the Belmont's and Solid Snake have is Twilight’s theme, like buff bounty hunter/monster killer types, but also dogs, like Duck Hunt and Isabelle, and he has been bullied into playing as Wolf. Idk he either goes for the edgy buff dudes or puppies. He likes the living room stage but gets distracted by the animals in the background.

Wild: He likes a bunch of the robot-y sci-fi characters, Like Samus and Dark Samus and R.O.B. He also thinks Ridley is cool. Sometimes he goes for the Fire Emblem character that comes in different genders (I think it’s Byleth but idk), He also plays as himself because he thinks its cool that he can. He likes that he can use bombs. Also his final smash is with a bow and arrow and that’s very Wild.

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Lunar New Year » Teases

Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader

Summary » Law is being the typical, cocky and teasing ass. But, he’s a lovable asshole, who secretly cares for you.

note : modern! AU, reader works at a cafe :p, friends to lovers(?)

also, some of these might seem a little rushed. And they are. lol — this is the only one I’ll post, accept maybe one on actual lunar year-

“Thank you, please come again!”

Waving goodbye to another customer, you stretch your arms and sigh. “Another busy day of business.” You sang and Penguin chuckles beside you, turning the open sign to closed.

“It makes sense today was a little busier. Don’t you know what day it is?”

“How could I forget, with the amount of envelopes we’ve received from customers?” Gesturing to the pile of stacked red envelopes on the counter behind the register, Shachi and Penguin laugh once more.

“It’s a good thing we decided to open on New Years though, I heard almost every store is closed.” Shachi says, taking off his apron and hanging it up.

You began doing the same, smiling at the thought. Sure, you were exhausted but the amount of customers that came in meant tons of cash, so it was worth it.

“Oh, Shachi! Did you get a personal red envelope from anyone?” Penguin asks, and Shachi shrugs. “Besides my parents and Bepo, I don’t think so. Did you?”

“Not yet, but I heard Boa Hancock has a personal envelope and hasn’t given it to anyone yet.” Penguin grins with a small pink blush across his cheeks, and his words shocked Shachi. “Really? No way!”

Unable to help yourself from overhearing, you laugh lightly. “Sorry, boys. I heard she’s giving it to some guy named Luffy. The one with the straw hat, remember? He barged in here one day, asking for meat with his brothers.”

The two began to sulk at you. “Seriously?.. how lucky..”

Rolling your eyes, you glance at the time. Seeing the clock strike eight, you grin a bit.

You dust your clothes and made sure everything was neat in your area before grabbing your things that you needed.

“Alright, I’m heading out for the night. I’ll see you both in a couple of days. Remember to lock up!”

Penguin nods sullenly before perking up, noticing you already heading for the door. “Wait, aren’t you going to grab some of the envelopes?”

Understanding what he meant, you shrug. “I’ll pick up my share later on. Go ahead and take as many as you two want though.”

With that, you quickly open the door and head out, waving to the two of them before leaving completely.

“Wonder what’s the rush.” Shachi comments and Penguin shrugs, beginning to sweep the shop while Shachi began putting chairs away.

“No way, sold out already?”

Staring at the window display, your shoulders dropped in disappointment at the large sign that signaled the status of the item you’ve been waiting all day for.

Your lips slowly curled into a pout, clearly upset at not being able to be one of the many people who were able to get a copy of the limited edition remake of Sora, Warrior of the Sea comic series.

It was a once in a lifetime situation, considering there were only a few copies of the remake, since it included extra scenes and artwork.

“I can’t believe it..”

“What a pity.”

Whirling your head around to see Law leaning against the wall of the building, a particular book in hand.

“Law? What do you want?.. and is that-!”

“How cruel. I stood here waiting for you to arrive, knowing you’d be upset that it was sold out.” Law states, feigning a look of hurt as he stands up straight.

You furrow your brows at him, not at him for the amount of time it was sold out, but the fact that he actually stood there for as long it was sold out and you arrived.

“What, so you waited for me to laugh in my face about it?”

You never particularly liked Law but you didn’t hate him either. He was attractive yes, but he often got on your nerves with his teasing attitude, his dumb ass smirk, etc.

“Do you think so low about me all the time? It hurts my feelings.” Law hums, making his way towards you as he swung the book around a bit in his hand.

You roll your eyes and sighed. “Right.. well, I guess I’ll get going then. I left the cafe just to find it was worth nothing so.. I better get back to help Penguin and Shachi clean up..” you mumble, clearing your throat and turned around.

Law hums as he stops behind you. “Leaving already? I haven’t even gotten to offer you the book yet.”

Your eyes widen as you whirl around excitedly. “Wait, really?!”

The male closes his eyes with a innocent smile. “Of course. Feel free to take it.” You didn’t even question him as you quickly went to reach for your book eagerly, only to nearly trip in the process when Law pulled away.

He then held it up his head, smirking teasingly. “It’s right here, [Name]-ya. Just reach for it.” Law hums, waving the comic book in the air.

You sent him a small scowl as you reach up for the book once more, just for him to grab your wrist and roughly pull you into his chest,

Lips now right next to your ear, Law hums.

“If you wanted me that badly, you could’ve just asked.”

The unexpected action was enough to bring the heat up to your cheeks, quickly reaching the tips of your ears. “As if!”

Seeing your visible blush was enough to satisfy him, an amused smile spreading across his lips before pulling away from you.

Law turns around, back facing you as he checks the first page of the comic in his hand for a brief moment.

Reassured what was on the front page, he closed it and turned back to face you.

Smirking lightly, Law held out the book for you, before a genuine small smile was seen from him. “Here.”

You eyed him suspiciously for a minute before a wide grin came over you, and you eagerly took the book from him. “Thanks, Law!”

The pink tint of your cheeks and excited smile on your lips made Law’s heart skip a beat, but he wouldn’t admit it.

The male only nods before turning away, his hand up with a wave. “See you around. Happy Lunar Year.”

With that, he began leaving without waiting for your response, hands shoved into his pockets as he did so.

You didn’t seem to mind, too busy thinking about actually having the comic book in your hands and went to see the first page, wondering what it looked like.

However, the sight shocked you.

Upon opening the cover, the blank page showed a bit of writing along with a red envelope.

‘To [ Name LastName ], hope you’re grateful.’

Was all it read as you slowly reached for the red envelope and pulled the seal open.

Inside, instead of it being money, it was a folded paper. Curiosity took over as you pulled it out and read it.

‘You’re welcome. Happy Lunar Year, [ Name ]-ya. I like seeing you smile and I knew you’d want the latest remake of the comic so I made sure to get it. Don’t be a klutz and ruin it.’

and right near the bottom was his phone number, with two words. ‘Let’s talk.’

Irritation was evident in your eyes but the small warm smile took over your emotions as you held the paper tightly in your hands.

Law sure was an unexpected type.

Meanwhile, as Law walked away, he looked down at his path as he did so, warmth spreading over his cheeks at what he did and the image of your excited grin was plastered in his mind.

A/N : MAN IDK OKAY ITS RUSHED AND IM BEST AT RUSHING THINGS BECAUSE MY FINGERS TYPE BEFORE MY BRAIN THINKS! wait does that make sense?

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #trafalgar d. water law x reader #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #lunar new year #🧧

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aealzx · 3 years ago

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Okay, now I'm kinda curious... What did the other quads get for Vanitas?

Vanitas had been very skeptical about the whole ordeal, not making any move towards the cake and just watching the others. Sora was as bubbly as ever, and Ventus still seemed afraid of him. He put the package wrapped in red paper on the table though, and Vanitas couldn’t help stare at it suspiciously. Sora was inevitably the one that answered his unspoken questions though. If only a little.

“You can open it. Just have to take the paper off. It was a little expensive, so we all pitched in together to buy it, but I hope you like it,” he chimed, watching Vanitas expectantly. Roxas had switched his phone to video mode apparently, and was hanging back slightly to get them all in the view. Narrowing his eyes, Vanitas switched his gaze to Ventus, pursing his lips when Ventus flinched and averted his gaze.

Internally grumbling a little, Vanitas actually picked at the paper carefully. Sliding the package over he noted that it was soft, and turned it over curiously. He’d not been given a wrapped present before. It was a bit of a foreign concept to him, and he ended up wiggling his finger into the gaps to pull the tape off. As he slid the black fabric out of the paper, then unfolded it to look at it, Vanitas’ eyes grew wide and he sat up.

“What?!” Vanitas blurted, getting to his knees and setting the hoodie on the table so he could get a better view at the design. It was so cool. Some pointy symbol over the top of what looked like blood veins on a chest. Paint splatter, red and blue spiky letters. Vanitas looked over the hoodie in awe, actually able to touch the design and see it up close. It was so crisp compared to the things he usually saw. The fabric felt nice too.

Abruptly Vanitas looked up at his brothers, a rare expression of joy on his face. “What is it?” he asked, completely unfamiliar with the decal.

“It’s a band. I think they play heavy metal music mostly, but some other kinds too,” Roxas explained. After seeing how Vanitas reacted to that one visitor Roxas had told the rest of the family about the interest. And together they had looked into the style of clothing a bit more. It wasn’t something any of them were interested in heavily, but they had some people they could ask around about it. Strangely enough they had been able to talk to the visitor Vanitas had approached since she was apparently friends with a few of the nurses at the hospital. They had ended up settling with a band called Unversed after her suggestion, which was convenient since it had quite the merchandise line.

“If you want, we can go see if we can borrow one of the rooms with a TV and I can look up their concerts and stuff,” Roxas offered. He already knew that Sora and Ventus wouldn’t like the music, but they were there for Vanitas today.

With enthusiastic nods from Vanitas, Sora made sure to grab the cake while Roxas grabbed his backpack and headed out. He at least has his school tablet with him that he could connect to the TV easily, and pull up videos and more images for Vanitas to see.

It was a surreal experience. Vanitas laughed sometimes when they played basketball, but Roxas had never seen him absolutely overjoyed at something. He was like a little kid that he never got to be, pointing at the screen and standing too close to it to get a good look at everything. Asking questions about the instruments he saw, the stage set up, different special effects. Roxas was the one that ended up answering most of his questions since he actually knew a lot about how music was made, as well as some instruments. The cake was eaten, but Vanitas seemed indifferent to the sweet. It was only after they got cleaned up after eating that Vanitas finally put the hoodie on, willing to have the design out of sight now. And that was a picture that Roxas had to send to his family as well as friends this time.

When it was eventually time to leave it was because the staff came to shoo them away, wanting to make sure they had enough time to get home before the sun set completely. As they were heading out the door, Vanitas spoke up again. “Hey. Roxas.”

“Yeah?” Roxas asked, pausing and opening the door a little more to lean back in.

Vanitas was quiet for a bit, thinking over what he was going to say and if he really wanted to say it. But eventually he gave a toothy smile. “I guess you ain’t so bad.”

Roxas honestly looked surprised at the compliment, but then just grinned. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” he returned.

Hearing that, Sora was shoving around Roxas again. “Hey! What about me? Am I okay now?” he asked, the hope that Vanitas would like him now bubbling over every edge.

“Eh,” Vanitas answered, giving a shrug and turning away.

“Awwww, come on!” Sora protested, leaning over Roxas’ arm as the blond dragged him out of the room again.

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HTAU Masterlist

(previous)

They got him a punk(?) hoodie X'D

I was heavily inspired by kingdomcarrots' Honk tshirt for the design because I know so very little about this thing stuff whatever it's called. Is it a genre? A trend? hobby? I dunno, words are stupid.

#my art #kingdom hearts #khau #heart transplant au #htau #vanitas #anon ask #unversed hoodie

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ashxketchum · 3 years ago

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oof did i come in late? can i have "do you want a hug" with either mimato or taiora? whichever you prefer! :D

I know you sent this ask eons ago, and I’m so sorry I never got around to writing something for this prompt!

I signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo today and well this seemed like a good place to start, and luckily I was able to include both Taiora and Mimato, though the latter should be read with a comical lens.

The setting is a filler episode in the reboot where Taichi and Agumon end up doing their own thing and the other kids rush after them to help them as things get out of hand, but Yamato is the only one who reaches him on time and even he has his hands full and isn’t able to rescue Taichi from an explosion, so this is what happens after that ⬇️

Sora’s eyes sought him, in between all the dust and the rubble, his brown, unruly hair easily distinguishable. She drew in a sharp breath as the dust started to clear gradually and the rest of him came into view as well. Moving faster than the others, she was by his side in an instant, swiftly navigating her way around the debris, she stretched out her hand the minute she reached him and even despite his eyes looking out of focus and his vision disoriented, Taichi immediately grabbed onto her hand and with all her remaining strength Sora pulled him to his feet. He staggered as he rose slowly, but she reacted instantly and supported him by putting his arm around her shoulder and letting him lean onto her frame. The other kids, and their Digimon, were probably watching them, but right now the embarrassment of being so close to Taichi did not matter to Sora, since the guilt of not being able to protect him in time was gnawing on her insides at a ferocious speed.

“Are you okay, Taichi? Where does it hurt the most? There must be a first aide kit in Jou’s getaway bag, I’ll treat your wounds right away!” She spoke as quickly as possible as they dragged their feet along the ground, there was no time to waste after all, she had to make up for the delay in their arrival.

“Sora...Agumon, where is he? And Yamato, is he okay?” He replied with his own questions, his voice was slow and drained and when she turned to glance at his face, she saw that he could barely keep his eyes open.

As much as Sora wanted to get started on his upkeep, she knew Taichi wouldn’t sit still and only damage his wounds further till he knew everyone was okay, so she quickly scanned the debris again, in her rush to be by Taichi’s side she had completely forgotten about Agumon, but to her relief, she saw Piyomon and Tailmon had already pulled him out of the rubble and were attending to him along with Koushiro and Hikari.

“Agumon’s okay too, look!” She said, pointing with her free hand in the Digimon’s direction, but it took Taichi some time to lift his head and follow her gaze, “And Yamato’s perfectly okay, MetalGarurumon was able to fly him out of the explosion just in time.”

“That’s great.” Taichi whispered with whatever remaining strength he had, with his heart soothed, he relaxed further into Sora’s hold, leaning towards her more heavily than he had at first, with his eyes half-closed he murmured an apology to her.

“You need to worry about yourself for now,” Sora muttered to herself under her breath, but heard Taichi let out a chuckle, and she couldn’t help but send a frown his way, how could he be reckless with his own self and still have the heart to care about others’ well being first?

“Coming from you…” Taichi chuckled, and attempted to form a grin but could barely manage half a smile and the whole attempt ended up with his face looking contorted out of pain.

“This isn’t the time to joke around, Taichi,” Sora gritted her teeth as anger flashed through her ember eyes and they came to a halt, she turned her body slightly to face him, her voice cracking slightly and eyes shining with latent tears, “You could’ve seriously hurt yourself back there, and Agumon too! Just because you got a lucky break doesn’t make what you did okay.”

Taichi remained silent, out of exhaustion or because of a lack of excuse, Sora didn’t know, but she did know that the kids had spent the past hour in a wild chase attempt to find him and help him after he had rushed out on his own while they had been asleep. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if Gabumon hadn’t been woken up by Agumon’s voice and alerted the others, she didn’t know what would’ve happened if Yamato hadn’t sped up ahead from the rest of them to lend Taichi a hand, she didn’t know what she would’ve done if they’d arrived just a moment later.

“I’m sorry I made you worry, I thought I was doing the right thing…” He trailed off as the hand that had been wrapped around Sora’s neck slid down suddenly, “Thank you, Sora.” His voice was just above a faint whisper and before she knew it, Taichi had both his hands around her neck and his head resting on her shoulders as he let out a deep, relieved sigh that made Sora’s whole body freeze on the spot.

Out of all the time and places in their lives did Taichi really need to pick right now to give her a hug, Sora screamed inside her head, as she felt her face heat up under the watchful gaze of all their friends and their Digimon, she turned her head in an attempt to tell Taichi to back off a little bit so she could help him out of the debris and onto plainer ground and finally begin looking after his wounds, but she saw that his eyes were now comfortably shut with a small smile playing on his lips as he took deep, routinely breaths that made Sora realise that he had fallen asleep in her arms. She struggled to keep him upright, as he was heavier than he looked and had no choice but to put her own hands on his shoulders to steady him, making their position look more and more suspicious to the spectators surrounding them and her cheeks turn redder at the thought of all the misunderstandings that this might cause.

“Taichi, you idiot!” She cried out, embarrassed by his actions and frustrated that she could barely move a muscle and yet no one else come forward to help her, “Jou, a little help please! He has completely passed out!” Sora called out, she couldn’t see where the rest of the kids were because Taichi’s big hair was blocking her view, but she could trust in her senior to jump into action if asked to.

And sure enough, the navy haired senior was at her side in a moment, helping undo Taichi’s hold on her frame, when she sneaked a look at him in the process, Taichi’s face looked peaceful and content, and displayed no signs of being caught in an explosion and being stuck under heavy debris up until a few minutes ago. And while Sora was grateful to know that he was happy and healthy, and most of all, safe, she decided she would still hold him accountable for his sudden and intimate actions when he woke up, whether he’d done it intentionally or not, was something she didn’t wish to ponder on.

Mimi quietly watched the scene unfold in front of her, she’d always thought that Taichi and Sora had been a little too upfront with all the smiles and deep gazes they sent each other’s way on a daily basis, but hugging in plain sight was a little out of bounds even by her standards, they were still only 10 years old after all. It did however, manage to perk up everyone’s attention as the recent events had left everyone tired and exhausted, both mentally and physically. So it was a bit relieving and exciting, when Taichi suddenly wrapped his arms around Sora’s necks and grabbed everyone’s attention, even Koushiro and Hikari, who had been concentrating hard on getting Agumon to regain his energy, stopped their attempts to turn and pass a surprised look in the couple’s direction. Next to Mimi, Jou’s mouth fell wide open and their Digimons, Palmon and Gomamon, let out surprised squeals.

Yamato, who had been sitting crossed legged with nothing but exhaustion filling his azure eyes as he stared blankly at the sky, while Takeru and Patamon consoled Gabumon with compliments over his quick rescue next to him, straightened up and turned his attention towards Taichi and Sora, which made Mimi want to turn to the blond instead, because she hadn’t ever seen him this interested in his surroundings right after a battle and that piqued her interest.

She studied his face carefully, there was a flicker of emotion in his eyes, which went away as quickly as it appeared and left Mimi with no choice but to speculate about what it had meant. Was Yamato annoyed by what was happening in front of him, did he too disapprove of this bold move from Taichi, or was he jealous that his friend had beaten him to the task? Mimi just couldn’t come up with a correct answer, no matter how much she peered at Yamato’s deadpan face. And then Sora cried out for help and Jou rushed over to assist her, and soon Taichi was being carried over towards them on Jou’s back as Sora trailed behind them, her bright red cheeks and ears visible to anyone with a decent eyesight.

So Mimi once again turned her attention towards the seated blond, this time she even lowered herself to level her gaze with him for a clearer look, and noticed that while his face was still as devoid of expression as ever, there was a sense of dissatisfaction in the blankness, as he watched the trio make their way towards them. Sensing her presence however, Yamato leaned back as he noticed that Mimi was sitting down quite close to him, immediately his face was taken over by an annoyed expression while his eyes darkened as he put his guard up.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked her, his voice agitated but also a little anxious, and Mimi wasn’t sure what to attribute the latter to.

“No, I was just wondering.”

“Well can you do that from a bit far away?” He demanded, a pinkish tint settling on his ears as he did so, making Mimi more confused about what was causing the blond, who was usually so adept at keeping his cool, to get so fidgety.

So of course she leaned in further towards him, in an attempt to study him even him more carefully, and immediately he leaned back and the tinge around his ears deepened. His whole body was radiating exhaustion which made Mimi feel a bit guilty about not being able to assist him enough during the battle, she was grateful however, that Yamato and Gabumon had given their all to make it to Taichi and Agumon on time and that both the duos had managed to come out of this safe and sound, with some injuries to boot in the latter’s case. So she smiled brightly at him, hoping to convey that she appreciated his efforts, but it seemed to make him even more flustered than before, and Mimi was taken aback by his expression, she’d thought Yamato was as smart as Koushiro and yet he was acting extremely dumbfounded and peculiar right now.

Then it clicked, the content look which had been visible on Taichi’s face after the hug, the one that made it seem like all the fatigue and weariness of the battle had disappeared from him, that could be what the blond was pining for too, to feel relived and refreshed after a hard day of work.

Satisfied with her conclusion, Mimi grinned as she tilted her head and met Yamato’s panicked gaze with a cheerful one of her own, “Do you want a hug too?”

And before she knew it, Yamato’s whole face turned a deep shade of red as his eyes went out of focus and he passed out in front of her.

#taiora #mimato #digimon #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #taichi yagami #sora takenouchi #mimi tachikawa #yamato ishida #Sorry to keep you waiting for months Sky 😭#I know you'll be hella surprised by this notification 😆#I hope you enjoy this though!#my first fic for the reboot verse yaayyyy!#writealot #otp : purely friendly #otp : braveheart

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mimiplaysgames · 3 years ago

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Terraqua Week Day 7 (Night Sky)

Summary: They don’t know it’s called love. Terra and Aqua dare a night out in a storm. || Word Count: 4,511

Read on AO3

A/N: @terraquaweek AAAAAAA it’s over!! It’s been a wild ride. This particular fic I feel is my weakest of the collection - I literally ran out of time to make this one special in my eyes. It’s just a soft and tender fic. I’m sorry I couldn’t give a stronger conclusion, but I hope you take something you like out this one regardless!

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Wayfinding

The sky over Destiny Islands is beautiful. Like the mountains in the Land of Departure, we’re isolated here, an audience to pinpricks of light blinking down at us with secrets from far away.

Kairi’s been begging us to visit for a couple of nights to stargaze with her and her friends. She says we’ll be blown away. Tonight, storm clouds blot the sky in clumps, leaving us breaks in between to guess constellations. I do believe you could see stars from Destiny Islands you can’t see anywhere else, even though we all share the same sky. It’s special.

Ven points to a nebula, millions of miles away. “Hold on, is that—”

“The star system of Montressor, yep.” Terra takes a swish of water.

“It’s so much closer here.”

“What’s Montressor?” Sora crushes melted marshmallow onto chocolate, his fingers coated.

We’re sharing a fire, camping out on the beach and listening to the waves crashing. The beach overwhelms the senses in a way that grounds you. I can’t see the ocean through the darkness, but I can smell it. I can feel it by the humidity that drapes over my skin. There’s no mistaking where I am. The beach in the Realm of Darkness smelled like nothing.

And yet, if I walked into the water, I’d walk forever. The horizon vanishes at night.

The cloudy weather lately has made it difficult for us to see everything, so Terra has asked if we could stay longer. This is our third night.

“It’s a cluster of its own stars, like a galaxy.” Terra denies chocolate with his s’more. “The people there travel between different planets with their skyships.”

Kairi snorts. “The adults told us that a god sneezed millions of years ago and that’s his celestial booger smear.”

Sora gapes. “That sounds cool, I’ve never been.”

“You’re missing out,” Riku says, smirking as he chews.

“Wait, when did you go?”

Kairi plucks a marshmallow from the basket. “We can schedule a trip together. It will be fun.”

Terra cocks an eyebrow. “If you enjoy getting mugged by sky pirates.”

Sora leans forward, eyes wide at Terra’s nose. “Sky pirates? There’s such a thing? Oh, I’m in.”

They’re lovely kids, self-trained and their technique shows it. I take a sip of water out of a straw from a coconut that Riku had broken in half by smashing it against a boulder.

Terra eyes me from across the fire, holding my gaze as he drinks. We chose not to sit next to each other—no one else needs to know—but I admit that from this angle, I get to enjoy the way he looks at me. It was only last night that he held my hand and brushed his lips against mine, tucked behind a palm tree where no one saw us. I came back to the hut with fire on my cheeks. I still feel it in my stomach.

I can’t help my smile. I want to look at him longer but I don’t, so I cross my legs.

Paopu fruits hang on the trees nearby. Ven has mentioned (in front of everyone else) that Terra and I should share one. I told him to shut up, and he hasn’t brought it up again since.

“If we’re lucky,” Sora says, “we could see a meteor shower.”

I choke on my drink but keep my lips sealed.

Ven opens his mouth to reply but Terra hands him a warning glare.

Every star in the sky is a world. When worlds fall, the sphere that holds them together breaks into pieces, like the glass that shatters when the lantern is dropped. That is a meteor shower, but I wouldn’t want to break anyone’s heart if they believe otherwise.

“Don’t you wish upon them?” I ask, forcing myself to swallow. The thought of wishing upon the harm of others, even unintentionally, churns me. “Is that the tradition?”

“You mean you don’t?” Kairi asks.

I shrug, desperate for an answer. “We… don’t wish upon much. There’s little use for it when you’re training for the Keyblade.”

Terra turns away to hide a smirk.

“That’s so depressing,” Sora says and I frown.

The wind is warm and moist. It’s so peaceful, of course the only stories you’d ever hear about the stars are the good ones.

Ven jumps up, pointing at the sky. “Look, look!”

Two shooting stars fly straight across. May they be blessed.

“Okay.” Sora slaps his hands together. “Wishing time. I wish…” He closes his eyes, and for a second, a solemn smile darkens his face. “I’ve been away for so long. Any minute Donald is going to ring me up and take me somewhere. I just want to stay home for a while, just a few days. You know, take a break, be with you guys, my best friends. I promised my mom I’d help with her gardening and stay one night for dinner.”

Riku nods to himself.

“I’d like the same,” Kairi says, laying on her stomach on her blanket, gazing at the fire.

“You’re not supposed to be wishing on them,” Ven blurts out, covering his mouth too late.

Sora’s eyebrows furrow. This is not a look I like to see on him. “Why?”

If Ven could kick himself without anyone seeing, he would.

Terra holds onto Sora’s shoulder. “A shooting star is someone traveling between worlds. Their heart is reaching out to someone to comfort or protect them. You don’t want to wish for something selfish, you want to wish the best for them.”

The expression Sora gives can only be described as horror. “Oh, well, um, safe travels buddy. I hope you find your friend.”

“Is it too late to take the wish back?” Riku asks. I think he’s asking on purpose considering how much more fraught Sora becomes and how much Riku is enjoying it.

Terra notices. He nods his head to the side. I love the way he does it. He’s beautiful. “Probably.”

“But I really do want them to be safe,” Sora whines, defeated.

The wind picks up, clouds floating across the sky at a speed where they swallow the stars. It smells damp and it feels hotter.

“I don’t like the looks of this,” Riku says, dumping the pail of water next to him onto the fire. He kicks sand over it for good measure. Sora and Kairi don’t hesitate to stack baskets and fold blankets.

“What’s going on?” Ven asks, moving slowly when he folds his chair, as if unsure.

“Monsoon season.” Riku steps on the last embers. “We didn’t expect a storm to come out this soon but you never know.”

“Maybe it wasn’t supposed to come tonight.” Kairi eyes Sora suspiciously.

“No way—” Sora starts.

“Nice job, Sora.” Riku says. “You’ve doomed us all.”

“I didn’t wish for a monsoon!”

“You wished to be locked up here with us. Congratulations.”

I interrupt. “What do you need me to do? Where do we go for shelter?”

Kairi points to their treehouse, which connects through the cavern and which, from my understanding, stood there through their entire childhood. “My dad—the one you’ve met before, Papa—fortified it with extra wood on the walls and the roof. It’s always been safe.”

By the time we have everything packed and are going up the ramps to the treehouse, it’s pouring. At least it’s not the iciness of mountain rain.

The door bangs when Kairi swings it open, the wind throwing it back and forth as if it’s juggling it between two hands. Ven waves his arm in a circular motion—his magic redirects the wind for as long as he can hold it, letting everyone inside before he lets go and the door slams behind us.

Inside, we dry ourselves with rags, our shoes and socks warming up under the lanterns. We have fresh blankets and sacks of food, in case the storm lasts all night.

Except in terms of blankets, we’re one short.

Ven hands Terra the last blanket and (pointedly) says something to him.

The last blanket is the largest, so I’d have to share it with Terra. I adore Ven to pieces (and I won’t protest sharing any space with Terra), but when Ven gets difficult, I sometimes have to suppress myself. Judging by the way Terra wraps it around our shoulders and nudges close to me, he doesn’t care what the others think anymore.

Kairi quickly looks away from us, rolling her lips inward like she’s witnessed a scandal.

Rain beats onto the roof, a million patters like the fingers of thousands of people asking to be let in. Thunder rumbles in quickly, soothing then unsettling. Terra and I sit in front of a window, the water so thick that it blurs the screen. Under the blanket, he rolls a finger over my wrist, stroking my palm. I smile at him.

“We should have brought real fruit,” Ven says, chewing on dried mango. If by real fruit he means paopu, he’s smart for not specifying it.

“You need finer taste,” Kairi says, chewing on the same.

“You need culture,” Sora says, swallowing something I don’t recognize.

The idea of a spontaneous camp-in might have been exciting the first several minutes, but hours later, it becomes agony.

All this time, I can’t talk to Terra about anything too personal, though we’ve snuck a few passing whispers here and there.

He asks me an indistinct question that anyone can misinterpret out of context: When did you know?

My answer is just as vague. I was fourteen.

There’s not much we can do to explore touch. I tend to listen more to the way he takes finger by finger. Terra will intermittently say one sentence with minimal effort, but just enough so that the others know we’re still with them. I worry that if I laugh a certain way, it would expose us.

But no one asks, too busy chatting about building bigger boats for the one dream they’ve never been able to accomplish.

At some point, Terra challenges Riku to a rematch.

“So what you’re telling me,” Riku says, a mock-smirk that fits perfectly on his face, “is that you’re very impressed and you want to be foolish enough to lose to me a second time so that everyone else knows how impressive I am.”

“We all know, Riku,” Sora says.

“But Terra wants to remind you.”

Terra laughs as if he’s not interlacing his fingers with mine. He squeezes my hand.

It’s when everyone’s eyes are closed, drifting away to sleep, that Terra wraps his arm around my waist and I rest on his shoulder. One lantern is still on. The storm has quieted for now, but we’ve been told to expect another onslaught.

Terra cranes his head back, looking out the window. He’s done this twice per hour, but the sky has been black, the clouds smearing everything.

“What are you looking for?” I whisper.

“I have this very,” Terra starts, pausing, “vague memory of looking up to the stars, looking for home but I could never find it.”

So not his memory, but Xehanort’s. Blurs and images that make no sense, as if from a dream. Castle Oblivion never shined, so of course Xehanort couldn’t find it for the last twelve years. Terra is lucky that’s as much as he remembers. I don’t know how he could possibly deal if he woke up with a history of every crime Xehanort has committed in his body.

“And I feel like,” Terra continues, his eyes lost, his voice hushed. “I’ve—or he—tried over and over again.”

“Ah.” I sigh. “You were looking for it these past few nights.”

“The Master told me that home is the brightest star in the multiverse. You could see it through the clouds. It would always guide you back if you were lost.”

“I never heard that story.”

Terra looks at me and holds me closer. “That was before you came.”

“Whether it’s true or not, it’s out there.”

He frowns, leaning his head back against the windowsill again. “The idea that home was gone at some point… that’s the one thing that haunts me still, even though I know it’s just a trip away and I could always go back. But knowing that doesn’t suffice.”

I rub his stomach. “We can find it together.”

He goes quiet, the hand on my waist tensing up. The wheels in his mind turn. “Do you want to find it tonight?”

I look up at him.

“The storm has stopped,” he says.

“For now.”

“Then we come back before it starts again.” He pulls me closer, nearly settling me on top of his leg. I feel his smirk in my hair.

I glance out the window. “But the clouds are too thick.”

“Well, if the story is true—”

“If.”

“Then we’d take some time for ourselves.” He nudges my nose, and I wish he’d kiss me. “We’re Keyblade wielders. A monsoon isn’t impossible to manipulate.”

I stifle a laugh. He has a quick answer for everything, and to any given person, it’d be infuriating. I once found it so when I was younger.

“I am obligated to remind you that it’s dangerous,” I say, wishing I could get away with tasting his lips. I come close to.

“I feel like I’m about to scream,” he says, brushing my hair. “I need to do something loud. Yell. Throw myself into the ocean. Touch you—I don’t know. It’s too suffocating in here. I’ve suffocated for twelve years. I’ve had enough.”

I don’t know why my heart jumps at the idea when it’s so reckless. Terra is not a bad influence, he’s just as responsible as I am, yet I find myself yearning for the thrill.

I haven’t tasted something like this in years, when thrill was something to be avoided in the Darkness.

“Okay. But we come back in no less than twenty minutes.”

We blow out our lantern and Terra takes precious, long seconds to turn the doorknob.

Ven stirs, his bright eyes blinking open in the dark. “You guys are leaving?” he whispers.

“We’re coming back,” Terra says.

“Is this going to happen a lot?”

My heart sinks. It’s usually the three of us, never disconnected except when we’re bickering. I look to Terra for what to say when he replies with, “Do you want to come with us?”

Ven looks at me. “Nah. I’m tired.”

I bend down and pet his head. “You’ll come with us next time.”

“I know.” Ven wiggles in his blanket and gets comfortable. “Just don’t drown.”

Terra gently takes my wrist. As much as I’m compelled to stay with Ven, Terra’s smile is a reminder that there’s little to worry about with him. We leave the shoes and socks behind.

Outside, the wind howls strong, my sashes beaten in fury. The sand is warm when we step off the ramp, loose swirls of dust devils skidding across the beach. It’s dark without the moonlight, the ocean waves crashing onto the shore so hard that all I see are white bubbles. My heart races, but this feeling is nothing like the constant race of fear in the Dark Realm. No, this is familiar yet foreign. The slap of salty air in my face makes me gush with something jittery.

Terra cups his hands close to the ground and jerks them forward near the base of the giant tree where the treehouse stands. The sand buckles—he’s moving earth and boulder against the trunk of the tree, compensating for years of erosion, creating a natural scaffolding to fortify it further.

The river nearby spills out of its bank, small streams skittling towards the ocean. I bring my hands together and wave them back inland, redirecting the water away from the tree so there is less risk of flooding.

I hear Terra calling me. The wind ruins his hair—he looks more charming this way. When he walks, his pants flatten and blow open like balloons. He gathers bunches of my hair in his thick, large fingers, holds it off of my face, and kisses me. He’s firm and pulsing, strong but gentle, the touch of his lips igniting a flame that rides up to my heart. By the way he breathes through me, he’s been wanting to do this for a long time.

A gust of wind bashes against our bodies. Water splashes on our knees and I nearly topple down.

We laugh into each other’s shoulders, my legs caked in wet sand. He’s holding me up by my arms, taking me towards the nearest palm tree.

“This is the most insane thing I’ve ever done,” I say, my voice raised to compete against the roar of the wind.

“I needed this,” he says, nodding.

My heart sighs in agreement.

Terra trembles from adrenaline, his smile glued on his face. He gestures in a way to call something down from above. A palm tree bends over, giving its head to us. “I want you to meet my new best friend, Leafy.”

I snort. “What is this for?”

Terra giggles before grabbing a paopu fruit. “Thank you, my friend,” he says to Leafy, bowing.

“You’re talking to a tree.”

Pointing that out melts him into hysteria. “I don’t know how to describe it. I am so happy right now.” He gestures like he’s about to rip his skin off, something inside about to explode. “And I don’t know what to do with that feeling.” He turns to me, holding out the paopu fruit. “I want to share this with you.”

My cheeks hurt. “We don’t know how it works.”

“Will you accept it anyway?”

No second thoughts.

It has the consistency of an orange, the taste of a grape. The legend of the fruit claims that it binds the destinies of those who share it together, intertwining their hearts and fates so they’re a part of each other’s lives forever. It could be a symbolic gesture—I certainly thought so when I made our Wayfinders, embedding my magic into them to make sure they work that way.

I don’t know what I think of the future—I stopped planning for it the day I fell to Darkness—but I would be okay so long as Terra stays somewhere in my life.

Terra leans forward and bites the other side of the fruit, right out of my mouth. It catches me off guard, shuddering me into a chuckle, and I lean to meet him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He tastes of warmed juice. My heart pounds at the slide of his fingers on my forearms as he pushes my sleeves away. I lose the paopu fruit somewhere when he pulls me in.

I realize now what it is: I’ve been numbed. The Realm of Darkness hushes it all inside, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts. When you can’t take much more, you wish for it to be over. Then, you are soothed, a sick, cold honey that drips over your skin. The numbness makes you keep walking so you keep living, until you can’t take the numbness anymore and you go back to despairing. Only to be soothed yet again. The only real emotion that lasts for more than a moment is the sudden whiplash when Heartless attack and you have to survive. The wrong kind of thrill.

Terra has been cut off from all senses for twelve years.

I’ve been quieted.

So I need him. I need him to brush his fingers on my skin, I need to taste his tongue, I need to run in the rain, laugh at stupid jokes, get scared on purpose, for reasons that don’t truly threaten me. Terra reminds me of the morning when we raced in the ravine as children. He reminds me that there’s more to the way my heart beats than keeping my hands to myself.

Terra sighs into my neck. “I wish I was strong enough to be a shooting star for you,” he says into my ear. “I’m sorry we waited twelve years to do this.”

Does he not remember that he came to me in the Darkness? He told me not to give up.

He told me that I never stopped lighting his way back. I must have flown in the sky too, without knowing, for other children to see. Maybe I’ve done so many times. I hold him tightly.

An unnaturally strong gust targets at us, loose leaves slapping us and nicking my face. Terra looks up and bursts into laughter. “Stars, he’s watching us.”

Ven sits at the window, waving his arms in circles, as if to slap our wrists with rulers for such behavior.

My instinct is to remove myself from all scrutiny, but I bump into Terra’s chest. I laugh. I don’t know what else to do except to take his hand and run to the other side of the beach. I think about how Ven must have been worried, and opened that window to see what we were up to, only to witness what he did, and—

—I cover my mouth and snort. “I can’t believe we were caught.”

“We’re being sloppy.”

I can’t stop laughing. It hurts, but in a good way, better than the victory after a Heartless attack, better than even seeing my friends again after so long, when I couldn’t stop crying.

Water washes over my feet faster than I can step out of it, my toes sinking like I can be erased in a heartbeat. We all could, at the precipice of Darkness. I could laugh right now, I could mourn tomorrow. The thought chokes me.

“Aqua, are you okay?”

Storm clouds have suffocated everything, dark paint dabbed with a sponge layer after layer so that everything under is hidden. I lean back, but I don’t step away. It’s dark but not Dark, I tell myself. We’re alone, but I’m not. We’re nowhere close to home, but with him, I am. Small reminders for large steps forward.

“It looks like it goes on forever.”

Terra squeezes my hand, and it says so much. He understands. “We’re facing west. Home would be this direction.”

I’ve faced the darkest enemy and survived. I’ve been running—it’s my instinct to—but I don’t have to run anymore.

Yet I don’t know what else I could do with all this energy. I face the black ocean now. I want to do something crazy.

“We could try to find it,” I say.

Terra jerks like he’s about to torpedo himself into the sky. “We’ll fly.”

I swallow. “The ocean looks bottomless.”

“It’s not.”

“I know it isn’t.” I look again. The star isn’t there. “But that doesn’t make sense to me. Dark is dark, kind is kind, and the things that hurt me hide.”

“There’s nothing out there that can hurt you, only whales. And I know for a fact that you’re stronger than any shark I know.”

I pause, a mix of childish giddiness and sudden tears wrestling with each other and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. “We don’t fight sharks.”

“We don’t.”

“You don’t know any sharks.”

“You’re right.”

My body gives up and I laugh and cry at the same time. “That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.”

Terra wraps his hand on my waist, leaning against my forehead. “I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you fall. Ever again.”

“I know.” I place my hand on the center of his chest. Sometimes lessons are learned too late. Sometimes the consequences are more than what we’ve prepared for. “Let’s fly.”

He summons his Keyblade and commands it to transform into his glider, helping me on with the guidance of his hand. Neither of us want to break contact. His glider isn’t designed to carry two people, the curve of its engine forcing me forward so I lean onto him. His back muscles are well-formed, sturdy under my weight, his waist so thick that I have to grip his shirt to hold on.

When Ven sees us take off, he makes frantic arm movements, grabbing fistfuls of air. It calms the fury of the wind around us, giving Terra a smoother path ahead with mild turbulence. We leave the beach behind, and ride into a world of nothing.

I grip harder into his stomach and contain a meep. Terra slows to a stop. We haven’t gone far.

“I’m okay,” I say onto his neck. It’s quieter out here, without the waves and the trees.

Terra palms a hand over mine, gliding it up to his chest like he wants to feel his heartbeat through both of our hands. It’s hammers, like he’s running away, or towards something.

Or nowhere, really. We’re running just to run, just to remember what it feels like. I kiss the back of his neck, where it meets his shoulder.

“Look,” he says softly. His grip tightens on the handlebar, and he shudders under me. He’s about to cry.

There is one star through the clouds, brushed over in fog. Terra reaches up as if to grab it, measuring our home in the pinch of his fingers.

“To think our beds are small enough to fit,” I say, smiling into him.

Terra takes my hand from his chest and kisses it.

A gust of wind knocks his glider, and he revs it up to stabilize us, holding a solid kick onto the pedals. Ven is either too far away or too tired to keep helping us.

Rain prickles onto us, and starts to build. I tremble. For some reason, I don’t want to go back into the treehouse and sleep it off. I feel cut off, trapped in a bottle where I can’t move.

I look behind me. There are now four heads on that window, four worried faces gawking at the scandal. “The others are awake.”

“Let them have a show.” He turns over and holds me close, taking my lips with his. Again, again, again.

I shiver. He tastes like springwater. I don’t know why I don’t find our predicament threatening. We’re hovering over darkness—but I’ve won against the Darkness. We’ve hovering in a dangerous storm, and yet it seems miniscule. I’m grateful.

“I can make the water dance,” I say.

“I know. That’s why I’m not scared.” He smiles. It’s like he’s asking permission.

I nod. “We wouldn’t be falling.”

“We’d be flying.”

He dismisses his Keyblade. He falls first, relaxed, his arms open like he doesn’t mind landing into the turret of waters, like he’s about to fall on a feather bed.

I call for my Keyblade and let it shine. The rain around us swirls, bursting into bright pellets. Terra catches me with one arm, hooking it around my waist and keeping me close. We twirl like we’re caught in a tornado. We kiss. We laugh, our legs wrapping over each other. The light spreads, tiny pinpricks of asteroids and firecrackers that shower Destiny Islands.

I can’t be crazy. I can’t fall. I’m safe and sound with the earth beneath my feet.

#terraqua #aqua #terra #ventus #kingdom hearts fanfiction #OMG we're finally done #i'm finally done #this has been my life for an entire month i did nothing else haha #my fic

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