#maybe go look at more observations from the teacher that got mono

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

A Petrie dish told me it was being more useful than other useless people by holding open a door for two minutes.

This door has a door stop.

I am in a semi annoyed, semi wanting to insult Moron's kind of mood and tell the Petrie dish it is equally useless.

[yukinokuro17]

IGOR (& ROSE) BLOOM OC’s LITTLE NIGHTMARES by @yukinokuro17​

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WARNING: THIS STORY IS ABOUT TWO CHARACTERS WHO DON'T CANONICALLY EXIST WITHIN THE WORLD OF LN, THEREFORE THEY ARE OC’S. DO NOT TAKE THEIR STORY AS PART OF THE GAME. THE LITTLE NIGHTMARES LORE IS CONFUSE AND STILL IS UNDER DEVELOPMENT, SO THE STORY OF MY OC'S MAY HAVE CHANGES IN THE FUTURE.

Order of the Story:

Story part 1

Story part 2

Phase 1:

Igor and Rose were two aristocratic brothers who lived in a huge mansion away from society with their strange and eccentric parents. His family had always been upper class, so they had never had to work or suffer. That is why they lived in a bubble of false happiness, while the outside world was collapsing because of strange forces. The parents of these two children strictly forbade them to leave the mansion, in order to prevent them from seeing that the world outside had been stained black. His mansion was located in the middle of a forest and near the ocean.

Rose was a very mature girl, with absolute clairvoyance, responsible, quiet and quite stubborn, she did not usually accept anyone's help. Igor, on the other hand, was an enthusiastic, curious and positive child who always avoided bad situations and lived in his own fantasy world. Igor harbored a great hidden power and his entire family already knew it, so they had him overprotected to prevent someone else from discovering his power and taking advantage of him. 

Rose had already noticed for some time that her parents' behavior had changed, they acted strange, it seemed that they did not think clearly and on top of that they were clumsy and clueless. At first, the girl thought that it must be because of the new business they were up to and that is why they looked so tired, but it seemed that was unhingeding them. So she started investigating. After spying on her parents' conversations, she discovered that they were engaging in child trafficking. She also heard them say that they would use Igor as bait and that they would exploit his powers to help further the business. Rose was horrified and tried to leave, but she was discovered by her parents. They locked her in her room all day. When leaving her out, Rose went to the playground to try to tell the truth to Igor. Sneakily, she managed to tell him, but poor Igor was confused, she couldn't believe that his parents wanted to use him as a tool. Rose was determined to save her brother from her parents, but once outside the mansion, she couldn't ensure the survival of her or her brother, not to say they had never seen the outside. But anything was better than staying there with those two monsters.

Their parents were less human every day, they reached a point that they neglected even their own children, in addition to the house. Rose had noticed that everything had changed when her parents bought that television, since then they acted weird, like zombies. There came a point where her parents became other viewers more mesmerized by the static. Rose saw that as an opportunity to get away with her brother, but Igor innocently turned off the television. In that moment, the parents attacked the little boy. Rose pushed them away from Igor and then they attacked her. Igor had no choice but to use his powers and assassinate them. Igor's powers were mental (telekinesis, mental manipulation and control, telepathy and molecular immobilization). After that, they escaped into the forest.

Phase 2:

At every moment they felt that they were going to be attacked by something within that forest, it seemed that it was alive in some way. Since they left the mansion zone, everything had turned black and gloomy, unlike them who were colorful and full of life. The world beyond the walls of the Bloom mansion turned out to be worse than the little ones ever thought. It was a world of nightmares where there were no happy endings, not even for them. 

After several years, they managed to survive and enter the Pale City due to ignorance. They barely made it to school, where they came across a plump boy crying armed with a lollipop. It did not turn out to be a threat, because the moment he saw them he ran away never to be seen again. Both brothers were about to leave the place, but Igor was caught by the porcelain bullies at the last moment. Rose stayed from the compound and intended to go back inside and get her brother out of there, but then, she was attracted by the sound of the static of an old and allegedly damaged television that was there. Rose approached and was kidnapped by The Thin Man through the screen. Igor ended up escaping thanks to him using his powers to destroy the bullies and psychically manipulating the teacher so that she would not cause him problems.

When Igor escaped from the school, he did not see anyone outside. His sister was not there. Only her pink hat remained. Poor Igor began to cry desperately, he was alone now. Out of nowhere, a static shadow from Rose appeared who gently comforted him. Igor was surprised to see those corporeal remains of her sister and despite knowing that it was not her, for some reason he felt safe next to her. Rose's shadow was acted as a guide for him to leave the Pale City alive and thus find his sister, even if this took him years.

Phase 3:

Rose's Part: 

Rose was taken out of town into the woods next to another television. When she woke up, she did not understand why The Thin Man had left her free. It is assumed that no child leaves the clutches of The Thin Man or the Signal Tower alive. Maybe it was just a stroke of luck. The girl was very cold, but she could only think of her little brother, he's still trapped in that evil city. She took strength to go back in and get him out of there, but then she heard a voice that told her not to. That voice was that of a child about Igor's age who was carrying a bag on his head. The boy was up in a tree and he was watching her from there. The boy, Monkey, introduced himself and tried to convince Rose that if she entered the city again alone, she would die. So he offered to help her. Rose denied his help. Mono told her to tell him hers and his brother name in case he ever saw him.

Rose told him their names and left determined to find Igor. Rose walked in again and as Mono had predicted, the second time she wouldn't make it out alive. This time, the girl's stubbornness was her biggest mistake and the trigger to end her life. After a few days of wandering around town, hopping from house to house and running into more strange children, Rose gave up. She was very hungry and the cold had already penetrated her bones. So she sat under a portal while she watched as it didn't stop raining. The last thing she thought of was her brother: surely he wasn't even in that city anymore, he had probably left and would be looking for her outside or maybe he had tried to enter the Signal Tower and in that case he would already be dead. Rose died right there. Soon after, The Butler found her body and carried it to the Nest. There they made a "rag" doll with parts of Rose's body and gave it to the pretender.

Igor's part:

Igor spent a whole year inside the Pale City. He found some other living children, others dead and others eaten, but there came a point that  this no longer affected him. Rose's shadow always kept him company and guide him but Igor hardened for him self cause the shadow couldn't speak, touch tangible objects or help him "physically". That was how Igor got used to the city, almost forgetting his true purpose. During that time, he learned to handle his powers well without exhausting himself so much and at the same time he learned to materialize them into a kind of energy. It didn't take much longer for him to get out and return to the forest next to Rose's shadow. Igor spent a few months there, surviving as best he could and enduring the incessant nightmares caused by the Tower.

Mono was quick to introduce himself to him. Igor was defensive and protective of Rose's shadow. Mono showed him his face so that Igor would calm down and then told him that he was like him. After a little chat between the children, Mono told him that he had been observing him for some days and he knew that he was Igor and he was looking for his sister Rose. Mono tells him that he had seen Rose and she denied him his help to re-enter the city. Igor saddened to know that and to think that maybe Rose was dead. Mono absorbed Rose's shadow and this enraged Igor who did not hesitate to attack him. Mono went flying through the air and luckily landed without much damage. Mono tells him that he knows where his sister is but Igor doesn't want to listen to him and attacks him again, but this time Mono defended himself and showed his incredible power. Igor relented and fell to the ground in terror of Mono's overwhelming power. The boy apologized to Igor and helped him up. After that, they spent a weeks together. Mono told him that by absorbing Rose's shadow, he knew perfectly well where the real one was. He told him that he could take him there using televisions as portals. The problem was that he could only send him there so possibly the return trip would have to be done on his own. Igor saw no inconvenience so he accepted without fear. Mono gave him some of his power to make the trip. Then told him that he would be waiting for his return and then they both will destroy the Signal Tower. Igor crossed the television without looking back. The truth was that Mono hadn't been sincere: he hadn't told Igor that his sister was dead or that he wasn't going to wait for him forever. When he find a good chance for accomplishing his goal he would with or without Igor.

Igor arrived at the Nest. He landed in a dark room with strange white gnomes hiding in the shadows. Igor noticed that they were harmless, so he asked them if they had seen his sister. Obviously the gnomes didn't speak, but he felt they understood him perfectly. Igor came out of the dark room and some gnomes started following him. In that mansion there was too much silence, it seemed that there was no one. He came to a disturbing room full of human-like dolls that appeared to be alive. He felt like he was going to be attacked by them at any moment just like the porcelain bullies at school. But luckily they were just dolls. He heard the door to the room open and he hid among the dolls. He noticed that some of the dolls smelled horrible, it was a mix between blood and expensive perfumes. That turned poor Igor's stomach. A tall, stooped man dressed as a butler and levitating came to order the dolls. He looked sad for some reason. It was then that Igor came out from between the dolls to attack him. The second the butler noticed him there was an equal clash of powers. Apparently both had too similar powers. Seeing this, they both stopped attacking each other. Igor looked at the man's face and for some reason it sounded familiar. 

The butler approached to the blond boy and urged him to follow. Surprised, Igor followed him into another room. This one looked like a tea room filled wich one increasingly ugly dolls. The butler telepathically grabbed one of the dolls and gave it to the boy. Igor was horrified to see her, he noticed it immediately. That doll was Rose. Her hair, her skin, her blue eyes, even the way she dressed was the same. Igor released the wrist and vomited in great anguish and pain. Igor began to cry and hug his sister's corpse doll-shaped for a few minutes. The butler it seemed that understood his pain. After that I accompany him to the dark room in which he had appeared. Igor thanked him for helping him find his sister but he didn't understand whythat man had helped him. The butler spoke telepathically to the boy and he understood everything instantly. The man smiled and let him go. Igor was able to return for the same television since luckily he retained part of Mono's powers.

There was no one in the forest, Mono had left and had broken his promise to wait for him. But that didn't matter, he had his sister back and everything would be fine from now on. He tied Rose to her back and thus always carried her corpse.

"Don't worry, Rose. Mono is strong, he will be fine" he said smiling as he walked back into the forest.

[juyeoniemyhoney]

can this morning never end

Namjoon is the most beautiful human being to ever walk the earth. It is natural that you have a crush on him. You expect that eventually, your feelings will die out but then, you find yourself squealing uncontrollably outside of the library that you and Namjoon had agreed to meet at for your pair-work assignment. You have always watched Namjoon from afar. It surprises you when you find out that Namjoon has been observing you too. Well, there’s a first for everything. 

-pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

-genre: FLUFF, a lil bit of angst, high school/secondary school au (where i live high school is called secondary school;-;)

-warnings: vulgarities, pretty self-depreciating writing if im gonna be honest so be weary, Namjoon is a little bit of a simp for oc in this one, the ending is lowkey shit rip im sorry

-word count: 3208 words

-A/N: hi hi im back, this time with a Namjoon fic. i havent been writing a lot because im so preoccupied with my exams. in all honesty, i shouldnt be writing at all but i have absolutely no sense of self control, so i wrote this. it’s not my best but i really like how joon’s so soft in this so i decided to post it anyway. don’t be afraid to tell me how you liked (or didnt like) this imagine! and requests are open! hope you enjoy this one:)

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As you approach the entrance of the library, your heart starts beating a mile a minute.

You stall outside the automatic sliding doors, mind racing with a million scenarios. You freak out a little and silently squeal, earning you disapproving frowns and judging eyes from passers-by. But you don't care. You've waited a whole week for today.

A week ago, during English class, you were busy writing instead of paying attention, as usual, when your teacher had given the class the assignment to write a scenario, of any genre but it had to contain the writer's techniques she had taught in class. And she made the whole class pair up. You, too lost in the world of fanfiction, had not been listening and frankly, you didn't really care, passing her words off as just more homework.

The next thing you knew, Kim Namjoon had turned around in his chair, calling your name in that deep, gravelly voice. At the sound of his voice, your head immediately shot up, eyes wide in surprise.

"Do you want to partner up?" he had asked, lips slinging into an easy grin, eyes curling up and that goddamned dimple making itself made known on his left cheek. He patiently waited for your answer, eyes periodically glancing down to your desk that was in disarray, pieces of paper containing your words messily covering every corner of your desk. You pray that he didn't catch a peep of your (admittedly) cringeworthy fanfic as you tried to subtly gather the papers before he could read too much.

"Um, partner up for what?" you questioned, confused, head tilting ever so slightly to the right in question, brows furrowed in misunderstanding. He mirrored your actions and your heart had unwontedly skipped a beat. A beat of silence passed, "For the assignment?"

Before you could ask what assignment?, your teacher had interrupted your conversation with a satisfied clap and a smile. "Alright, I assume you have all found your partners. I'll give you time to work on your assignment right now. Remember that planning is the most important stage of writing. Do approach me if you have any questions."

Namjoon had turned back to you with a wry grin that looked a tad bit awkward, saying, "Well, I guess we're partners now."

Which is how you find yourself freaking the fuck out in front of a library on a Saturday morning, mind racing with different, absurd scenarios and outcomes of this meeting. You decide to take another minute to compose yourself.

You wouldn't say that you like Namjoon per se. You just think he is the most handsome man to walk on this godforsaken planet. But seriously, that man is far too beautiful to be real. From the first time you met him til now, you have no doubt that that man is a celestial being, gifted to the world from the gods, purely to cleanse the eyes of us, mere mortals. To make matters worse, he is smart too; of a wisdom thousands of years beyond his age. You still can't believe you've had the god-given opportunity to meet someone like him.

Okay so, maybe you kind of like him a lot, more than you let on, but you're not really sure if you like him because he's Namjoon or if it's because you are lovelorn, touch deprived, or both.

You reckon it has taken more than a minute to compose yourself because by the time you snap out of your daze, you are five minutes late when you had actually arrived five minutes earlier than the agreed timing. You sigh and finally walk through the doors that welcome you into the cooling library, cold blasts from the air conditioning cooling down the fierce blush that had taken refuge on your cheeks.

You immediately proceed to find a seat but Namjoon texts you, telling you that he's already a step ahead of you, having secured a seat in a room with tables on the second floor.

When you reach the second floor, and make your way towards the rooms, you can see Namjoon through the glass walls, sitting down and silently reading a book as he waits for you. The closer you draw to the room, the faster your heart pounds in your chest. The sound is deafening and distracting and you don't even realise how fast you had walked until you are finally knocking on the glass door, sending Namjoon a small smile when he looks up at you.

"Hi, Y/N," he greets, smile widening into a grin so wide that it hides his eyes. Your heart stops but you hide it with a small smile as you settle down your things and yourself opposite him.

"So, what genre did you want to write about," he asks as you take a pen and a piece of paper out from your bag. You freeze when your brain registers his sentence. "The assignment is to write a story?"

Namjoon stares at you wordlessly for a while, speechless that it's been a week and you still don't know what the fucking assignment is. You, however, have no idea that he is thinking about how stupid you are and happily stare back at him, taking in his mono lidded, almond-shaped eyes and the dark brown of his irises. His nose bridge is straight and the tip of his nose is a little flat, like a koala. You have never wanted to boop a nose so bad in your entire life.

"Yeah, that's the assignment," he responds patiently, giving you a gentle smile. You can't help but feel that it seems a little tight and forced, like he is regretting asking you be his partner, and regretting that he didn't have enough time to reconsider. You ignore the feeling of dejection that slowly bubbles up inside of you.

"I thought that it'd be easiest to write romance since you're so well versed in that.". You freeze. Time seems to have stopped and your ears refuse to register the rest of what Namjoon is saying, tuning everything out but your deafening thoughts. You have to remind yourself to breathe.

"You know that I write?" you interrupt Namjoon. He stops and fixes you a look of confusion, like it is so obvious that you write. It's not that you've been trying to keep it a secret. The thing is, for most of your stories, Namjoon is the main male character. In most of your stories, you have described every single part of him in excruciating detail, his eyes and lips especially. When your friends had first read your stories with Namjoon as the male protagonist, they had caught on quickly, almost immediately asking you if you were describing Namjoon because of how well you had described him. A bad feeling washes over you.

"Yeah, you're always scribbling away during English so I got curious and asked a few of your classmates," he responds, flashing you another lopsided smile. If this were any other situation, your heart would have been absolutely eliminated because of that smile but in this situation, all you can think about is if he's read any of your work. Because if he has, you're done for.

"What did my classmates say?" you question hesitantly, still deciding if you want to know his answer.

"Well they said that you've been writing since forever. They also said that a lot of people know that you write. Oh, and they also said that you had some published works so I went to check them out—" Namjoon's voice fades out as he continues to talk.

This is it.

It's the end of your social life. Namjoon is going to tell his loud ass group of friends that you write stalker-esque stories about him and then one of his friends is going to accidentally tell their girlfriend and then the girlfriend is going to spread it across the school and you'll be known as the loser who writes creepy stalker stories about Namjoon—

"It was amazing," you hear Namjoon say in between your mild quarter-life crisis. You pause and look him square in the eye. You want to come off as serious but you falter slightly when Namjoon stares back at you, irises a whirlpool of dark brown and glittering fascination, a swirling vortex that draws you in with a vicious intent of drowning.

"Yes?" Namjoon questions you after a beat of silence passes. You want to ask him if he knows that he is reading about himself but you stop yourself. "You like my stories?" you ask instead, feeling a tad bit shy now that you've realised that Namjoon likes what you write about him.

He lets out a small laugh, "Is it that hard to believe that I like what you write?"

"I was just surprised." He flashes you another wide grin and there it is, those cursed dimples show themselves again, grinning tauntingly at you and your heart commits the highest act of treason when it starts to beat faster. You gulp.

"You shouldn't be surprised. It was really good. I really liked it when you described the male character. It felt like I was looking at him myself. That's why I asked you to be my partner. I'm sure with your talents, we can get a really good mark on this assignment."

Your heart thuds a little faster when Namjoon tells you that his favourite part was reading about how you described him. But it falls to your stomach when he tells you that he picked you solely for your supposed talents. You don't know why, but a part of you had thought that maybe Namjoon wanted to get to know you better, and was using this assignment as an excuse. You thought that it was finally happening, someone you like has finally noticed you. But it looks like you thought wrong.

"Thank you," you say meekly, flashing him a half-hearted smile that you're sure he notices from the way he stiffens. "So, you said that you thought that romance would be a good genre, but what do you want to write about?"

Namjoon is silent for a while, lips pursed in ponder. You wait patiently for his answer.

"Well, I thought that I'd wanted to write romance too," he answers flashing you an awkward smile. The silence that follows is palpable and suddenly, you feel so very exhausted. "Well then, that's settled. Now we just have to think of a situation."

"How about this one?" Namjoon asks immediately after you finish your sentence. He says it rather suddenly and it startles you a little. You can't help but hear a certain extent of desperation in this voice. He wants to get this over with, you tell yourself.

"How do you mean?"

"Kinda like us now," he starts but stops to think about what to say next. You remain silent. "We should just write about us but make it a love story. For example, the two main characters are supposed to do a project together so they meet at a library," he pauses to gesture to the shelves surrounding the both of you.

"Then they start working on the project and they start talking. Then, somehow, the boy confesses to her. And the girl tells him she's always felt the same way. We can come up with how he confesses since I myself haven't come up with that yet," he continues, softening the last part of his sentence into a mumble that you barely hear, but still do. You pause. What the fuck?

"What did you say? I didn't hear you," you ask against your better judgement, curiosity getting the best of you. "Huh? Oh, it was nothing."

A furious blush begins to spread on the apples of Namjoon's cheeks, and for some reason, your body begins to mirror him, heart pumping hot blood to the blood vessels that lay beneath the skin of your cheeks. Namjoon shyly directs his gaze to his lap, dark brown bangs, the colour of his eyes, coming down in luxurious curls and waves to hide his eyes. You can't help but think that you like to see Namjoon like this; soft and shy and vulnerable because he is usually so confident and suave. It feels like he is showing a new side of himself to you, like he is peeling back the layers of masks and personas he has built until he is left raw and natural, allowing you to see everything that he is. The thought of that leaves you feeling winded because it is exactly what you want. And suddenly, you don't feel bashful or shy because of his words. Instead, you are determined, hellbent on making something out of this and you hope with your whole being that it is a relationship.

You are about to say something, to question him, bombard him until he is spilling his feelings in fumbled words and sentences of desperation and want, clawing at you until you too, are raw and vulnerable. But he beats you to it, speaking in a soft, hushed tone, as if you are a stern silence that he is afraid of interrupting.

"I think you're amazing, Y/N. What do you think of me?"

He stares meekly at his lap, too afraid to even spare you a glance. You remain silent, building his desperation like you are some professional flirt. In all honesty, you really just want to tell him you like him too but you're just so scared. The evidence that he at least feels something for you is right in front of you and yet your brain rejects it like a vending machine rejects a bill, walls built far too high and thick that words are no longer enough to convince you. He has to show you. And you think he knows that too.

Namjoon's head shoots up to stare you in the eyes, a new found determination and confidence burning in his eyes. The way the light finds his dark brown irises makes your heart do a million somersaults. They light up and turn into a golden brown you can't help but compare to a sweet, caramel syrup that coats your tongue in golden, sugary gratification. You swallow so hard, you feel the sides of your throat rub together painfully. 

"I think you're freaking amazing, Y/N. Every time I look at you, I always want to make myself better. For you. I want to become the best version of myself in hopes that it'll satisfy you and garner your attention. And I really like that you do what makes you happy. I absolutely love it when you write in English because you're always so focused and serious, plus, you make that really cute face when you're concentrating and it always makes my heart beat a little faster and it makes me hate that I sit in front of you because I have to keep finding stupid reasons to turn around just to look at you and I just think you're the most amazing, admirable, lovable person ever," Namjoon lets out. His words are rushed and desperate and you melt like goddamn candle wax.

"I'm— Wow, I'm— thank you, Namjoon. That really means a lot to me," you stutter, not really knowing what to say at first but finding your words soon enough. "Oh, and I feel the same way," you add, somehow missing the main point of your response. It doesn't matter anyway. He knows now. That's all that matters.

"Wait, really?"

You let out a laugh. "Yeah, Namjoon. Is it that hard to believe that I like you too?" you reply, a homage to your previous conversation.

Namjoon smiles a small smile, then it widens, and widens, and widens, until he is flashing you a blinding grin that could outright beat the glare of sunlight. "You said that you like me," he points out, eyes shining.

It is your turn to blush in embarrassment, cheeks feeling hot as you begin to sink into yourself, hair falling from behind your shoulders to hopefully make itself useful as a curtain to shield your red face from Namjoon. Something in Namjoon's chest begins to splinter at the sight. He is so very tempted to pull out his phone and snap a picture of you but he holds himself back at the thought that he is positive he has many more chances to do so. His ribs nearly break in half because of how hard his heart beats.

"It's a good thing that I like you too," he says gently, smile now gentle instead of blinding. "Also, we have a plot now!" he exclaims in excitement as he slides the pen and paper closer to himself, ready to start on your assignment.

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"So, we're, are we? You know... Um, dating now?"

Namjoon's eyes widen in horror and he deflates himself, a disappointed frown pulling his eyebrows together at the centre and turning the corners of his lips down. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't ask— I just assumed—" he cuts himself off, clearing his throat dramatically.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" he asks. Somehow, he still feels nervous even though he knows that you answer is a resounding, "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

Namjoon lets out the breath he didn't even know he was holding and it comes out in a relieved sigh. "Thank God because if not our story would have a horrible ending," Namjoon comments, picking the pen back up and clicking it open.

"Let's write that," you cut in before he can say anything else. "Write a sad love story?"

Namjoon is going to tell you no, to completely disapprove of your idea because writing a sad love story is one thing but writing a sad love story that will be handed up to your teacher for her to grade is another thing. But then, he sees your eyes glisten in determination and he dispels his thoughts immediately, folding into himself like a goddamn lawn chair. He can't believe he was just about to say no to you. What the fuck is wrong with him?

"Please? I'm better at writing angst. Plus, we have a happy ending and that's all that matters," you press, trying to convince him. You don't have a real reason other than the fact that you write angst better. You also don't really know why you want to write angst right now when you feel as if you could fly. But it doesn't matter. None of it matters anymore. Namjoon is your's now. 

Namjoon flashes you a dimpled smile, eyes curling up and glittering with mirth and unadulterated belief in you. You can't help but think that you want him to never stop smiling like that, looking at you like you are some sort of celestial being, hailed from the sky solely to bring him every sort of merriment known to mankind and the heavens. The thought of him thinking of you like that scares you, because you are always afraid of not being enough. But Namjoon diminishes all of your worries with a short sentence, manhandling them by the throat and shoving them off a cliff.

"Okay, I believe in you."

[mutualpiningandawkwardness]

SB 242 (on AO3)

Rated: E, 11k words, High School AU

Stiles is sent to the principal’s office. Shenanigans ensue. (Actually, the shenanigans already started — and will probably continue indefinitely.)

Great big hugs and thank yous to @troubleiwant​, @skyrose-catara-danza​ and @acetronaught​ for beta-ing!

Stiles runs down the hallway and skids to a stop where Scott is waiting just outside their biology class.  They tumble inside just as the late bell rings.  Mrs. Finch is nowhere to be seen, which is great; they won’t even get marked tardy.  Stiles already has seven tardies this semester.

As they take their seats, Scott leans over to whisper, “Hey, what took so long? I thought you were just getting your book from your locker.”

“I, uh, had to… take a dump.”  Stiles avoids meeting Scott’s eyes.  He hates lying to his best friend.

“Again?  Dude, you just went this morning!”

Stiles gapes and blinks at Scott for a couple seconds before he can respond.  “Scott, it’s a testament to our friendship that I am comfortable with you knowing the schedule of my bowel movements. But c’mon!”  He punches Scott’s shoulder.

The universe must hate them, because their old chemistry teacher, Mr. Harris, comes in and stalks to the front of the classroom to glare at the students. Through force of habit Scott and Stiles sit up straighter and focus their attention forward. Harris’s eyes narrow as his gaze passes over them.

“Students.  I’ll be filling in for Ms. Finch.  She had a family emergency and will be back tomorrow.”  There are noises of students shifting in their seats, but the class knows better than to groan.  Harris would probably assign extra work for that out of spite.  Stiles gives Scott his best eye-roll, though, and Scott bites his lip to hide his returning smile.

“Today you will be looking at human cell samples under the microscope.  Can anyone guess where we will get our samples?”  After the class throws out several suggestions - hair, skin, toe nail clippings, cadavers - Harris lets them know they will be taking swabs of the inside of their cheeks, like those taken for home paternity kits.

“Your workstations are already set up with microscopes. I will be coming around to hand out slides. Do not touch the surface of the slide.  Keep it clean so you will be better able to observe your samples.  Take a cotton swab from the box being passed around.”

They rub the cotton swabs on the inside of their cheeks and smear them against the slides to transfer cells to look at under the microscope. Harris instructs them to observe the samples of their partners, so Stiles looks at Scott’s cells and vice versa.  Stiles focuses the lens and is able to see blobs that sort of look like sad little crumpled plastic bags with a dark spot, the nucleus, and a bunch of other little dark specks scattered around that are apparently bacteria.  Blergh.  He starts sketching what he sees into his lab notebook.

Scott takes a long time adjusting the focus. He starts sketching but is making frustrated noises.

“Dude this is hard. It keeps moving,” he complains.

“Moving?  What do you mean?”

Scott glances at Stiles’ sketch and frowns, glances back at his own.

“Wait. Lemme see mine.”  Scott moves over to Stiles’ microscope and looks through the eyepiece.  He looks up at Stiles, worried.

“Uh, dude.  I think you’re sick or something. I’m seeing, like, serious bacteria on your sample?  And mine is, like, way cleaner looking.”

Stiles moves to Scott’s microscope. He looks and adjusts the focus and sure enough, there are squiggly wiggly movements all over the slide. The slide with his cheek cells. He looks at Scott and they stare at each other confused.

“Huh. I don’t feel sick.”  Shit. Did he just catch something?

“Mr. Harris?”  Scott thrusts his hand into the air, sounding panicked. “I think Stiles has some kind of infection?!  Can you check?”

Harris purses his lips, exhales loudly and makes his way over.

“Boys, if you are messing around this is going to be detention.”

“No sir. I just want to make sure Stiles is okay.  Like, what if he has walking pneumonia?  He could be sick and not feel it.”  Then, more quietly to Stiles, “You pooped twice today.  Maybe this is why.”

Harris looks in the scope and fiddles with the focus.

After staring for exactly five seconds, he violently jerks back from the eyepiece.

He looks at Stiles, then Scott with wide eyes.

“Is this a joke?”

“What? No. What is it?”  Scott reaches out to hold Stiles' shoulder.

“If you did this on purpose-  This is grounds for suspension!”

Now Stiles is starting to panic.  “No!  What is it? Is it dangerous?  Like contagious or something?  Do I have bird flu or Ebola or something?”

“Where did you get this?  Whose slide is this?”  Harris is practically in Stiles' face.

Stiles says ‘mine’ at the same time Scott points at him.

“Mr. McCall.  You saw Mr. Stilinski take the cheek swab and wipe it on the slide?

“Yeah.”

“And he didn't switch slides or add anything to it, take anything from his pockets or backpack or anything?”

“No.”  Scott shakes his head bewildered.

“Did you touch the slide surface?  With your hands or anything else?” “No, I held it by the edges like you showed us.”

Harris casts his glance around to the students nearby. “Did anyone see Mr Stilinski doing anything other than swab his cheek and transfer the cells to the slide?”

Students shrug or shake their heads no, but it's unlikely anyone was paying that close attention - they were all busy with their own slides.

“He totally did what you told us to. We did it together. I was watching the whole time,” Scott says placatingly and a little defensively.

Stiles gives Scott’s shoulder a grateful nudge.

Mr Harris’s expression locks down.

“Mr Stilinski, go to the administrative office.”*

“What?  Why?”

“Do. As. You're. Told. I will be there momentarily.”

“Am… am I in trouble?  Am I sick?!”

Harris doesn’t answer, just gives Stiles the angriest glare he’s ever seen the man give, and that’s saying something, so Stiles takes his backpack, gives Scott a worried look, and goes.  Maybe the nurse will be able to diagnose him.

He walks to the office wondering what disease he could have.  The last time he went down a research spiral into communicable diseases he’d started with Ebola and ended on Lassa hemorrhagic fever, which… No.  He specifically did not clean the shed when his dad asked him to until his medical grade dust masks arrived from Amazon.  

He hopes it’s not too serious. Something like strep throat or mono maybe.  But how would he explain mono? Scott would ask who he caught it from, and what would he say?  As far as anyone knows, there is no one he could be kissing.  No one knows about Derek… about him and Derek. That they've been meeting in the bathroom on the north end of campus where no one ever goes to make out almost daily for the past two weeks.  He can't tell anyone this, though.  No only is Derek not out — everybody is still expecting him to get back together with Paige after they broke up last month — but also… his mom’s the Mayor.  And she’s up for re-election this year.  So, no.  Derek will not be announcing his new-found sexuality any time soon.  

But if this is some contagious thing...

Shit. He’ll at least have to tell Derek. He can get checked out by his own doctor.  Maybe they'll both get to stay home sick and can skype all day.  It would be cool if they got to be under quarantine together.

He steps into the office and Mrs. Hillman the office assistant, nods at him and darts her eyes to the chairs outside Principal Thomas’s office.  Stiles takes a seat.  He sees Erica filing some papers in the corner.  She gives him a smirk and a wink and goes back to her filing.

After only a couple minutes Harris storms in, places the microscope he brought with him on the counter and yanks Stiles up by the upper arm - Dude! Corporal punishment! Assault!  - and knocks sharply on the door.  At the muffled reply, Harris steers him in and dumps him into the chair across the desk from Mr. Thomas.

Of course Harris is the one to question him while Principal Thomas remains quiet.

“Who were you with?”

Stiles' mouth drops open but he stays silent, really not wanting to get Derek involved in this.

Harris gets in Stiles' space. “At lunch time, who were you with?”

Okay, if this is some CDC level emergency of course he’ll have to let them know Derek is potentially sick too, but they haven’t even established what kind of sick he is.

“Uh. Am I contagious?”

“Listen. You tell us who you were with, or you're facing expulsion.”

“What?!  You mean, like, sick leave, right?  I- What ? For being sick ?  Can you even-”

Luckily, there's a knock on the door and Mrs. Hillman sticks her head in.  “Sheriff Stilinski is here.”

Stiles groans.  Was he just in the neighborhood? Did he really come here in response to a call from Harris?  He must have used his siren.  Or run all the red lights.  Probably both.  Fuuuuck.  How bad is this?  

Principal Thomas waves his dad in. “Sheriff, thank you for coming. I'm sure you have much better things to do - serving the city - than come in here to be notified of your son’s infractions.”

Infractions?  Does contracting a contagious disease count as an infraction?

“Really, Stiles?”

“Dad, I-”

The Sheriff cuts him off with a calmly raised hand.  He turns to Principal Thomas. ‘What did- what happened?”

Harris sits up straighter and leans forward.  The Sheriff turns to face him.  “Sir.  In biology the class took swabbed samples of cheek cells to look at under the microscope and Stiles was found to have semen in his sample. In his mouth. He had semen in the sample from his mouth.”

“What?!” the Sheriff, Stiles, and Principal Thomas yell at the same time.  It would be hilarious if it weren’t so shocking.  It’s quiet for a second as the news sinks in.

Then, a soft, “Ooooooh,” from Stiles.  Suddenly everything makes sense.  The squiggly movements under the microscope, Harris’s irrational anger.  Stiles feels his cheeks suddenly burning hot. He can’t deny it.  He had been so worried about being sick that he didn’t even imagine it could be… But of course.  Realizing what those wiggly things under the microscope were make him remember being on his knees in the bathroom stall, Derek’s hands in his hair, his bitten off moans, his hips jerking as he came in Stiles' mouth.  Yeah, that’s what he was doing before biology.  Sorry, Scott.

“Now just a minute,” the Sheriff starts, then gives Stiles a look that means ‘keep your mouth shut.’  “This sounds pretty extreme.  Maybe there is a misunderstanding happening somewhere.  At the station there’s a pretty rampant case of strep going around.  Couldn’t that be mistaken for... this?” He tips his head towards Stiles.

Without responding, Harris pushes a button on the phone.  “Nurse Cross, can you come into Principal Thomas’s office and bring the microscope from Mrs. Hillman’s desk.

Everyone sits silently as they wait.  Nurse Cross bustles in cheerfully and puts the microscope on the desk.

Harris asks, “Can you tell us what the sample is under the microscope, please, Sarah”

“Oh, sure.”  She bends over the eyepiece for a few seconds then sits up.  “Healthy sperm sample. Good form. Good motility.”

“And can you tell when the, ah, sample was, um, given?” Harris presses.

“Oh, well.  With no long term storage situation and movement like that, it’s probably within the last half hour.  If your… ‘donor’ has super strong swimmers, it could be up to an hour.”  She looks pretty matter of fact and not at all curious about why she’s looking at a sample of semen while in a high school administrative office.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Harris says, looking at Stiles.

“Sure, no problem!”  She bustles out, leaving them in shocked silence.

“Okay, well.”  Sheriff starts.

“Dad, I-”

The Sheriff shakes his head at Stiles.

Harris, standing now, leans against the desk and crosses his arms.  “So.  Given the condition of… “ he waves his hand in the direction of the microscope, “he was most likely engaging in oral sex during the lunch period.”  He looks supremely smug.

“Stiles, is this true?” his dad asks.  His dad .

He… he’d always meant to tell his dad that his sexuality might be, not as straight as everyone might assume.  But there just never seemed to be a good time to do it.

He’d imagined it so many times.  Back when he’d first wondered about it, when he was eleven, it had been more of a question. Dad, I love Lydia Martin but sometimes I can't stop watching Danny in his lifeguard training class, is that weird? But he’d asked Scott instead and they’d talked it through.  It didn’t mean he was gay, they decided. Sometimes you just had to admire a really nice human form.

Discovering porn was like a whole new world and he spent so much time watching straight porn he didn’t realize when he started choosing videos based on how attractive the guys were.

Then, once he did realize, it was a short hop to find gay porn was just as good as straight porn at getting him off. At that point he made a mental note to maybe mention it to his dad, someday.

Then when this thing with Derek started (and that was a surprise in itself), he decided he would tell him.  He just had to wait.  For Derek to be sure of this thing between them, for them to be ready to tell their friends.  Hell, he was waiting for Derek to decide to be seen standing next to him in the hallways or eating lunch together. And also for Derek’s mom to have the election in the bag.  Just.  Never a good time.

He sits and stares at the wood panel of Mr. Thomas’s desk.  Someone at one time had carved, “I hate this school” into it. They tried to sand it out, but the words are still there, faintly.  He can feel his breathing getting shallow. Getting caught like this - in class, by a teacher - was humiliating, sure.  But they fucking told his dad .  Stiles can feel his hands shaking so he balls them into fists . He licks his lips and notices the vague numb feeling in them, the tingling in his hands. Harris’s voice is a dull, indecipherable drone.  His heart is thundering in his chest and he wonders if anyone else can hear it, can hear his breaths come in quick succession.  He’s not all-out sweating yet, but he feels the prickle of perspiration on his forehead.

His dad, possibly noticing, puts his hand on his shoulder and squeezes.  Stiles looks over and his dad gives him a concerned look, but a small smile and nod too.  It’s that look his dad gives him when he’s checking in.  When he wants to make sure Stiles is okay.  Stiles could cry from the relief.  It... this doesn’t change things for them.  Stiles takes several deep, slow breaths.  Gradually his breathing evens out.

“Okay,” his dad cuts in as Harris pauses for breath or something.  “First off. Are you telling me that Stiles was engaging in sexual conduct with… another student?”

All eyes move to Stiles.

“What?”  He’s not sure what he’s supposed to say.

“I think what we’re looking for here, son, is confirmation that this was not a teacher you were with.”

“Oh. Yes. Student. Absolutely.”

“So, who was it?” Harris demands angrily.

“Now just a minute. Did you actually see Stiles with this other student?  You just know he had... semen in his mouth. And it's possible they were not on school grounds. It was during lunch break, you said.”

Harris looks like his head is ready to explode.  “He engaged in sexual acts with another student during school hours!”

“Is there a punishment you are considering?”

“Suspension, definitely!  If he doesn't give us the name of the other student then expulsion,” Harris threatens.

Principal Thomas clears his throat and looks uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the Sheriff keeps his cool.

“Okay, well. As I see it, there's nothing you can actually prove Stiles did wrong.  He has a lunch pass so he’s allowed off campus. It may be questionable judgement to fool around in the middle of the school day, but he was not actually breaking any school rules that we know.”

Harris sputters, “B-but but-  he needs to tell us the name of the other student!  We need to contact his parents-”

“I don't think that is necessary.”  There's a hard edge to the Sheriff’s voice.  “Given that there is nothing you can accuse this other student of either.”

“Sheriff Stilinski!  This other student also needs to be disciplined, his parents notified-”

“Now, that’s where I disagree with you.  What if this other student is hiding his sexual identity from his parents?  What if he would be endangered by that information getting out?  I’m not naive enough to think this wouldn’t have huge repercussions for the student.  Possible negativerepercussions.”

“That wouldn’t happen-”

“How do you know?” Sheriff demands, cutting him off.

Harris looks uncomfortable and chastened.

Sheriff continues, “How about this?  I will take Stiles home now; he misses the rest of the day.  He will be punished for his questionable conduct during school hours.  I will also take him into the department with me tomorrow and he can contribute to our safe sex education program by updating the pamphlets and flyers.  And he will also clean the storage room and all the squad cars.  Even if it takes all weekend.”  Stiles groans. The Sheriff ignores it. “He’ll come back to school on Monday having learned a valuable lesson.”

Harris looks like he is about to argue again, but Principal Thomas speaks up, “That will be satisfactory.  Thank you, Sheriff Stilinski, for coming in and dealing with this.  I hope this never happens again.”

Both men stand and shake hands, while Harris fumes and keeps his arms crossed.

His dad lifts Stiles by the shirt collar - seriously? What’s with being led around like a kid today? - and steers him out of the office, through the halls and to his squad car.

“Really, Dad?” he complains as his dad guides his head through the door opening.

“Oh, you bet.  You act like a delinquent, you get treated like one.”

Stiles grumbles as he slumps into the seat.

After driving a few miles, his dad asks, “Is there anything you want to tell me, Stiles?  Now that we’ve had this...?” his voice trails off.

Oh.  Oh shit.  “Um, okay.  Um.  Dad, I’m bi?”

“Yes, I kind of figured that, but...is there someone you’re seeing?  You have a boyfriend?”

Oh.  “Yeah. Kind of.  Um.  But.  Can I ask him if it's okay to tell you his name?  He’s- he can’t come out to his parents.”

“Okay, well.  You don’t have to tell me his name, yet.  No one should be outed without their consent.”  There’s silence.  Stiles mentally curses Harris again for outing him to his dad.  He would have done it eventually.  Soon-ish, probably.  But it would have been his decision!

His dad’s voice breaks through his thoughts, “I would eventually like to meet this boy. I mean, soon.  Especially considering you’re having sex.”

“Dad!”

“So, I guess it’s time for the talk again.”  His dad’s voice sounds... weary? Disappointed.

“What?  No, Dad. No. I don’t need it!  Seriously!  Once was enough, way more than enough.  I can go the rest of my life without hearing you talk about sex again, really!”

“Well, clearly not, since you aren’t practicing safe sex.”

“What?  What do you-”

“Stiles.  There was semen in your mouth.  Obviously you’re not using condoms.”

“Ugh.  Can you not say ‘semen’ anymore?”

“Stiles.”

“Fine.  Condoms.  Yes.  I’ll use them.”

“Do you need any?”

“Dad!  No, I don’t need you to get me condoms!”

“I will if it means you’ll use them.”

“Argh.”  Stiles buries his head under both arms.  After a bit of silence he looks up.  “But for the record...I haven’t- hadn’t ever done anything before.  And I’m pretty sure neither has he, so… We don’t really -”

“Stiles.  Have you actually heard the words, ‘I have never had sexual contact with another person’ from this boy?  And ‘I will never have sexual contact with anyone else while we're together’?  Are you willing to trust him with your health?  Your life?”

Stiles thinks about Derek.  About his smile when he thinks Stiles is just too idiotic for words, or his hands when they curl in the hair at the back of his head when they're kissing.  He thinks about how scared Derek looked the first time Stiles leaned in to kiss him, and the hazed look of wonder he had today when Stiles stood up after swallowing a mouthful of Derek’s come.

“Yeah. I’ll totally have his babies.”

“WHAT?” The car swerves a little in its lane but the Sheriff rights it quickly.

“Wha- I mean, I’ll totally use condoms from now on.”  Until they get tested, Stiles thinks to himself.  Because being with Derek without tasting his come ever again would be torture.  Cruel and unusual punishment.  The worst kind of hell.

“I also have to ask.  Is he your age?”

“Oh, uh.  He’s a senior.”

His dad nods.  “And you’re not being pressured or anything?  He doesn’t make you do anything you don’t want to, right?”

“Jeez.  No, Dad.  One hundred and ten percent willing participant here.”  

The Sheriff flinches minutely, “Okay. Just checking.  And is he eighteen yet?

“No, but he will be in...a few months.”

“Right.  Okay.  You know, technically, when he does turn eighteen, and you’re not… I’m saying, by the letter of the law it would be illegal.  But since you are together now and close in age it probably wouldn’t be an issue.  But, I… know of some cases where a parent was upset at finding out their kid was gay, and pressed charges against the boyfriend who was over eighteen.   I wouldn’t, here. But it’s something to keep in mind for… future dating.”

Something about that doesn’t sit right with Stiles.  He tries to picture dating someone other than Derek and can’t.

“Okay.”  Stiles is quiet. Then, “I really want you to meet him, Dad. I'd introduce you now if I could.”

“Okay, kiddo.  Just let me know when he’s- and you’re- ready”

xXx

Cora announces at the dinner table that evening, “Stiles Stilinski was suspended for blowing someone at school.”

Derek chokes on his food. He grabs his water glass and takes several gulps. After his coughs subside he asks “How- What- How did you hear that?”

“Erica aids in the office fourth period.  She heard the whole conversation.  Harris was so pissed he yelled practically the entire time.”

“So, how- how did they find out?  Did someone... see him and turn him in?” Derek can feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat.

She scoffs.  “No, that's the great part. In Bio they took cheek swabs, and Stiles had a mouth full of jizz!”

“Cora!”  Talia says sharply.  “That’s enough.  We don’t need to discuss this at the dinner table.”

“What?  The part about the Sheriff’s kid being gay and blowing someone at school or him being expelled for having a mouth full of jizz?”

Talia closes her eyes. “That. Either. Both. We don’t need to talk about that any more.”

The rest of dinner is probably only awkward in Derek's head.

Later Derek finds Cora working on her homework in front of the TV.  He sets out his books and pretends to study too, meanwhile thinking about how to broach the subject of Stiles again.

“So, that kid in your class.  Did the other person get caught too?”

“No. Harris was trying to expel Stiles for not telling them who the other guy was, but his dad, Sheriff Stilinski, shut that shit down.  Harris was pissed.  Erica says she saw him saving the jizz sample.

“What?! Why?”

She shrugs and makes an ‘I don’t know’ sound.  “Evidence?”

“What?!  They’re going to DNA test it or something?!”  Derek swallows thickly, sure his dinner is about to make a reappearance.

“Meh.  I doubt it.  Doesn’t that cost a lot or something?  I mean, if the whole country can’t even get rape kits processed, wouldn’t this be, like, super low priority?  That would suck.  ‘Sorry we can't catch your rapist because we need to catch this high schooler who was getting his rocks off with his boyfriend’.”

“Yeah.”  Derek goes back to pretending to study for a while.  He can’t get anything done though, too worried about what’s happened, what’s going to happen.  He goes to his room to text Stiles.

Derek: Ur suspended?

Stiles: Who told u.  Just the rest of today.  Worth it ;)

Derek: Cora heard from Erica. Sorry. My fault

Stiles: Nah.  Sucks being outed but worth it seeing the look on Harris face when dad shut him down.

Derek: Outed?

Stiles:  They called my dad in and told him.

Derek:  Shit. I didn’t know.  I take it you didn’t tell them it was me.  Mom didn’t get any calls from school.

Stiles: Yeah.  Dad backed me up on not telling.

Derek: That’s cool.  U ok? How did ur dad take it?

Stiles: Better than I thought.  He didn’t make a big deal.  Maybe he wasn’t surprised

Derek: Would it help if I told him it ws my fault?

Stiles: No. Don’t. He knows ur mom.  He won’t out you, but I don’t want him to have to lie to her.

Derek: He wouldn’t have to lie.  I can tell her.

Stiles: Ur mom doesn't want the bad press

Derek: But that’s not fair to you

Stiles: Eh.  I’m willing to take it.

Derek: What did ur dad say?

Stiles: As long as ur not taking advantage of me he’s ok.. Told me to stop having sex on school grounds. ;)

Derek: He's right

Stiles: Yes but woods behind lacrosse field are technically not school grounds.

Derek: Ur terrible.

Stiles: That’s not what you said when I was blowing u :P

Derek: Stop

Stiles: That’s not what you said either.

Derek can’t suppress his laughter.  Doesn’t want to.  He’s been laughing a lot more since he met Stiles.  Even his friends have noticed, but don’t know what or who has made the difference.  Derek wants to introduce Stiles to his friends.  He wants to be able to walk the halls at school holding his hand, to bring Stiles over to the house so they can study together.  He wants to ask Stiles to prom.  He wants to, no, he needs to tell his mom.

Derek: I gotta go do something.  Talk to you tomorrow?

Stiles: You better  ;)

“Mom.  Can I talk to you?” Derek stands in the doorway to his mom’s study.  Talia glances up at first, then closes her laptop and turns from her desk to face him.

“Sure, love.  What is it?”  She waves at him to come into the room and sit close by.

Derek perches on the edge of the sofa, alternately clenching his hands together and wiping them up and down his jean clad thighs.  She rolls her desk chair closer to him so their knees are almost touching.  “I…  I’m not sure where to start.”

“Okay.  Maybe, start with what’s most urgent, and then we’ll sort out the rest as we can?”

“Okay.  Um.  I... did something wrong.  And someone got in trouble, but I didn’t.”

She looks at him for a long moment.

“Is this to do with the incident Cora was talking about at dinner?”

Derek flushes.  Of course his mom would figure it out that quickly.  He looks at his feet and nods.

“Okay.  He got in trouble and you didn’t."  She pauses, allowing him time to continue, but he doesn't.  "Did you also want to tell me that you’re gay or that you have a boyfriend?  Or that you’re in a sexual relationship?”  She puts her hand on his knee gently.

“I guess, the gay part.  Well, bi, actually.”

She nods.   “You know there’s no difference to me, right?  I mean, I love you no matter what?”

Now it’s Derek’s turn to nod.  The tension in his shoulders eases and his eyes sting a bit. He didn’t realize how scared he must have been to tell her.

“And so Stiles is your boyfriend?”

He takes a breath before answering. “Yeah, I think so.  I mean, we haven’t talked about it.  We’re just…”  He doesn’t want to say ‘fooling around’ because what they are to each other is more than that.  At least Derek thinks so.  But they don’t really hang out.  In fact, no one at school even knows they’re friends.  It’s been mostly talking and flirting at their adjacent lockers and making out at lunchtime in the unused bathroom at school.  And, okay, it’s progressed to handjobs and blowjobs too.  “We’re figuring some stuff out. I mean, I wasn’t sure about liking guys, so I just - we were waiting to tell people.”

“Okay.”

“But.  I wanted to let you know I won’t say anything.  He won’t either.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“I won’t come out.  It would hurt your campaign.”

“Is that why you haven’t said anything until now?”

“No.  Uh. No. I don’t- didn’t know.  I didn’t know before?  And even when I knew I liked Stiles, I was still…  It’s all kind of new right now.”

Talia nods.  “Well.  I don’t relish the idea that a news outlet would run a story about how your boyfriend, Stiles was caught at school.  But as for you being gay- I mean bi- you don’t worry about that.  If people won’t vote for me because of that, then, well.  I probably don't want their vote.  And I’m willing to take that risk.  Nothing is as important to me as you kids.  You know that, right?  I would walk away from this office if it would prevent any harm, even emotional harm, to you kids.”

“Thanks, Mom.  That’s- that means a lot.”

“Of course.  I love you, sweetie.”  

"I love you too, Mom."

She cups the side of his face, then leans in to kiss him on the forehead.  “Is there something we need to do so that Stiles isn’t in trouble anymore? Or, taking all the blame?”

“I”ll check.  He was suspended for the rest of the day today.  I think that’s it.”

“If I call his father what kind of reaction will I get?”

“Um.  I don’t know.  What are you going to say?

"Oh, introduce myself.  Make sure Stile isn't being punished too harshly.  I've worked with Sheriff Stilinski before.  He seems like a good man. But I'd check to make sure he's okay with... things."  She waves her hand vaguely.

"His son being gay?"

"Yes."  She sighs.  "Being good at your job doesn't necessarily make you…” she pauses, considering her words. “an open minded person when it comes to your kids.”

"He said his dad was okay?  Let me text Stiles. Give him a heads up.”  She nods and waits while he taps away at his phone.

Derek:  I told my mom about us.  Or, she figured it out.  She wants to call your dad.  That ok?

Stiles: Whoa!!! I didn't tell him it was you!  What she say?  What does she want to talk about?

Derek:  She wants to make sure you're not being punished too badly. And that he's okay with you being not straight.  Can she call?

Stiles: So, a call from the mayor to tell my dad not to punish me?  Sure!

Derek: >:(

Stiles: oh no the brows of judgement! Is this us introducing our parents to each other?  Kinda soon but under the circumstances I see why

Derek: I didn't think about it that way.  Too soon? I don’t want to make it worse.

Stiles:  I was kidding.  I kid.  I’ll tell him now.  She can call in 5 min?

Stiles: Shit, dad saw me texting and wants to take my phone.  I may be cut off for the night. :(

Derek: Ok.  Maybe mom will talk him out of it.  hopefully.

xXx

Stiles tells his dad that Derek is his boyfriend.  Derek Hale. And that Talia Hale, Mayor Hale wants to call him to talk.  His dad gives him a significant look - a look which Stiles can't quite decipher - then a hug, a really, really long, tight hug, and then the house phone rings.

Stiles goes into the living room to give his dad some space to talk, but so what if he can still hear his dad’s side of the conversation from there?

“Hello?”

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“This is Sheriff Stilinski, but please, Mayor Hale.  Call me John.”

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“Fine.  Talia.”

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“Yes, I was just made aware today also.”

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“No, thank you for reaching out.  That would be my concern too.  Glad we’re on the same page here.”

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“Awkward may be an understatement.”

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“Well, it’s not unwarranted.  He was definitely guilty of questionable school behavior, but I think I mediated some of the fallout.”

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“No, Stiles is going to get disciplined, even if it’s not school mandated.  I have some work at the station he can do.”

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“I agree.”

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“No, I am.  The more think I about it, the angrier I get.  Not only did they out Stiles to me, they would have outed Derek to you.  Not going into how dangerous that could be -”

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“Yes.  But there is always a chance…”

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“Yes.” The anger packed in that one word surprises Stiles.

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“And this could have been a whole news cycle and affected your term and possibly your reelection, and it’s all about something that shouldn’t even be an issue.

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“That doesn’t have an impact on your ability to govern.”

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“Luckily, yes.”

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“Absolutely.”

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“Thank you for calling.

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“Well, it's your decision.”

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“Thanks.  We’ll be at the station by 8 tomorrow.”

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“Terrific.”

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“Goodbye, Mayor-”

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“Talia.”

Stiles hears his dad hang up so he grabs the National Geographic magazine from the coffee table and pretends to be engrossed in an article on mountain climbing in Myanmar.  His dad probably doesn’t fall for it.

“So kiddo.  Derek Hale.”

Stiles can't help the proud smile that cracks its way to the surface. “Yeah.”

“I’ve always admired Mayor Hale.  Let’s have them over to dinner this week.  You can cook.”

xXx

On Saturday Talia takes Derek to the police station to help Stiles clean squad cars. They smile shyly at each other and Stiles takes Derek inside to find more cleaning supplies while Talia and John talk.  It’s not even a punishment anymore, since watching Derek bend over to polish rims and tires is definitely a reward.  They talk about telling their friends that they’re dating, but Stiles points out that they haven’t even actually gone out on a date yet, so Derek asks Stiles to go to the movies that night.  (Which they end up postponing since both the Sheriff and Talia agree that part of their discipline should be getting grounded for a week.)  It’s an amazing day, considering.  Actually, it’s an amazing day, period.

“My mom’s putting together a statement.”  Derek tells him as they’re rinsing off the last squad car.  He’s biting his lower lip like he’s nervous about something.

Stiles forces himself to look Derek in the eye.  He’s wearing this totally distracting heather gray tank top which is not helping.  Or it’s helping too much.  In his pants.  

“Oh?  What about?”

“Well, if I come out, she’s sure her opposition will run stuff about me and try to smear her campaign with it.”  Derek is wiping the same dry spot on the squad car, over and over.  “She’s thinking about talking about privacy and safety for minors.  There was that state bill in Texas that conservatives wrote that would basically require schools to out kids to their parents if the parents asked.  She’s heard some people talking about it like it would be a good law in Beacon Hills.  She wants to stop that before it gets any traction.”

“Oh.  I heard about that.  That’s great!  That she wants to stop it.  That would be such a bad law.  Can you imagine what assholes like Harris would do with it?”

“Is- is it okay if she talks about me?  I mean.  I don’t know what to do about- about us.  We talked about telling our friends, but if other people find out about us, you could get a lot of attention. It might get bad - the people who are against her as mayor are assholes.  Maybe you wouldn’t want people to know we’re together?”

“What?  If we’re dating and out I’m gonna tell the world!  Hell yeah, look at me. You wish your boyfriend was as hot as mine!

Derek actually looks mortified.  “Uh.  You won’t actually- “

“Heh. No, I won’t.  But that’s the dream.”  Stiles waggles his eyebrows.  Derek actually blushes.

“This is terrible, but her campaign consultants tell her it’s better to get it out early in the campaign season.  So it’ll be old news by voting time.  But they also want to wait a little so people don’t put two and two together about you getting caught at school.  I mean...  I’ll take the heat for that if you want.  It wouldn’t look so great for my mom, though.”

“Oh.  Oh Shit.  Wait, you’re right.  That would suck.”

“Well, aside from not telling anyone we’re together, there’s not much we can do about it.  Someone will figure it out eventually.”

“Fuck,” Stiles breathes.  This really sucks.  Why did the cheek swab assignment have to happen that day?  Stiles thinks about what would have happened if Ms. Finch had been there instead of Harris.  He wonders if anyone else in the class gets busy during lunch, but just not on that day.  Surely he and Derek can’t be the only people who have fooled around during the school day.  There have got to be others.   Others .

“Okay. I have an idea. Can you hold off?  On the press conference? And the-” He gestures back and forth between them.  “I have some things I need to take care of first.  I think I can fix this.”

xXx

Over the course of the next two months Stiles is seen kissing, hugging, and holding hands with various people: Scott for three weeks, and Danny, Jackson, and Boyd for two weeks each.

Since Scott is the first person who is seen kissing Stiles, half the school thinks he was the infamous sperm donor . But those in their bio class who saw Scott's confusion argue that it must be someone else. There are enough conflicting stories that it casts doubt on any one rumor and no one can settle on a firm answer.  Eventually the gossip dies down.  By the time Stiles is seen holding hands with Derek no one even bats an eye.

...

(Erica and Lydia had to threaten to withhold sex from Boyd and Jackson so that they would do this for Stiles.  Boyd because... he and Stiles aren’t really friends, so why should he have to do this?  And Jackson because, well, hate is a strong word, but it’s used very frequently.  And vehemently.  In fact, he went about it — fake dating Stiles — with so much resentment that people thought they had a kind of BDSM relationship.  They were talked about more than any other couple Stiles was in.)

...

(The guys never even realize the handmade t-shirts saying “Team Scott” or “Team Danny” were talking about Stiles' love interest.  The “Stoyd” shirts Scott thought were for that Australian musician and all the guys nodded in agreement. The “Stackson” shirt with a picture of a studded leather collar (or is it a cockring?) just goes completely over their heads.  The girls just giggle to themselves and give each other knowing looks.)

xXx

“Bye, Dad!” Stiles yells, hoping to slip out for his date with Derek without his dad coming to lecture him.

“Stiles, wait.”  Ugh.  Too late.  He waits by the door as his dad comes out of their home office with a small box .   He gets closer and Stiles sees it’s a box of condoms.

“Aw geez, dad.  I told you-”

“Hey, kiddo.  I just want to make sure you’re, uh, you know…  Prepared.” He grimaces as he holds out the box.

“Dad!”  Stiles covers his face with both hands.

“Don't ‘dad’ me. If you think you're old enough to have sex you're old enough to have these conversations, painful as they may be.”  The sheriff puts the box of condoms down on the small table by the front door and tugs one of Stiles' hands down, giving him a significant look.

“Fine.” Stiles makes a gesture that might be interpreted as “bring it on.”

“So, I guess dating Derek hasn't seemed to affect your school work negatively .  So I'm going to allow that this is something you've been... handling, apparently. But we are still going to have conversations.  Often.“

Stiles' shoulders slump. “Okay.”

“So.  Have...fun.  Stay out of trouble.”  The sheriff reaches out, pauses, then claps Stiles on the shoulder.

“Wait.  That’s it?”

“Yeah.  What were you expecting?  Aren’t you going to be late?”

Stiles grins. It may come out a little more manic than he intended. He reaches for the door.

“Wait,” his dad adds.  “Just so you know, I’m having the guys on constant patrol around the preserve tonight. Please don’t let me hear about you getting caught... parked somewhere.” He looks at the box of condoms, shuddering.

“Sure thing dad!  Thanks for the condoms!”  Stiles grabs the box.  “Don’t wait up!”  He slips out the door.  As it closes he can hear the Sheriff groaning.

xXx

Stiles pulls the jeep up to the Hale house but doesn't cut the engine.  Derek is already out the door and has jumped off the porch by the time he even thinks of reaching for his keys.  He’s seated and buckled in a matter of seconds.

“Let's go.” Derek says, looking nervously at the front of the house.

“What, no kiss hello?” Stiles dips his chin low and looks up through his lashes in what he hopes is an alluring way.

Derek huffs and leans over the center console and gives him a quick peck but Stiles catches a hand around his neck and pulls, holding on for a much deeper kiss. After a second Derek melts into it.  His hands come up and grab at Stiles' shirt.  It’s a little heated for a few seconds because, well...

Because it's been a while since they’ve been alone together. Since that day they were caught, actually. It's their first official date after being seen holding hands at school, after all the subterfuge of Stiles dating every guy in his social circle, and some outside of it. Until now, they had only spent time together after school and on weekends at each other’s houses, always with other people around.

At Derek’s house they had to keep the bedroom door open, Cora and Derek’s mom stopping by or walking past occasionally.  They were only allowed to hang out at Stiles’ house when the Sheriff was home, giving them an even more blatant feeling of surveillance.

Obviously, “making out” in the school bathroom at lunch time is no longer an option.  Someone in the administration has been making sure the halls and bathrooms are frequently patrolled.

Stiles tried to coax Derek out to the woods behind the lacrosse field a couple times, but somehow Greenberg always seemed to be hanging around. Stupid Greenberg.

It bears repeating that tonight will be the first time they'll be together, alone, since that day they got caught.  Stiles is excited and nervous.  To say there's a lot of pressure riding on this would be an understatement.

“Let's skip the movie. Keep doing this instead,” Stiles mumbles against Derek’s lips.

Derek pulls back and glances at the house. A curtain is hastily pulled shut in one of the front windows.

“Yeah, no. Cora and Laura would give me hell for it.  And they’ll quiz me on the movie in front of my mom just to be dicks.”

“Laura’s home?”

“Yeah. She said she couldn't get any studying done at her dorm.”

“Do I get to meet her?”

“Do you want to?  She’s like Cora but more powerful and evil.”

“Oooh. Sounds hot.”  Derek gives him a flat look. “Okay, fine.  Let’s go see superheroes crush stuff.”

The movie is the latest in the Marvel universe so Stiles has been looking forward to seeing it; but as soon as the lights go out, he forgets why.  Derek leans over to whisper something to Stiles, who leans in to whisper something to Derek, and before they know it, they’re kissing.  They end up making out for two solid hours.  

They go to the diner after, holding hands and smiling at each other with lips pink and swollen.  They order and eat while reading from the movie’s Wikipedia page so they are prepared for pointed questions from Derek’s sisters.  Afterwards, Stiles is unlocking the Jeep’s passenger door when Derek presses into him from behind, nuzzling into the back of his neck.  After a few seconds Stiles turns around in the small space, smirk on his face.

He’s about to lean in for a kiss when, in the corner of his vision, he sees a patrol car coming down the street, the typical slow-roll drive-by that cops use to observe or intimidate.

Stiles recognizes Tara in the passenger seat, looking at him through her open window, and he waves weakly.  She nods in return and then says something into the radio handset clipped on her shoulder, which he can’t make out, but knows is about him.  The car continues until it’s out of his line of sight, blocked by the next building on the street.

“What’s that about?” Derek’s fingers clench tighter around Stiles’ waist.

“Ugh. Spies for my dad.”

“Really? What are they trying to catch you doing?”

“Just… you know. Keeping me out of trouble. I think they’re all getting a kick out of this. A lot of them have known me since I was little.”

“Wow. So there’s no privacy for you anywhere in Beacon Hills?”

“Nope. Which is why we should get out of here.”

“Where to?”

“Anywhere.  But we can’t go to the preserve.”

“Why?”

“My dad’s sending patrols there too.”

Derek looks seriously and thoughtfully at Stiles.  “Okay. I think I have an idea.”

At Derek’s direction, Stiles drives down a few dirt roads, near the preserve but still on Hale property and far enough from his house that Derek is sure no one could be wandering or driving by accidentally.

They eventually leave the small dirt roads, weaving between trees for a minute then stop in what feels like the middle of nowhere.  Stiles cuts the engine and lights so the car falls into complete darkness, save the beams of moonlight filtering through the trees.

They smile nervously at each other. Stiles flashes back to that first day they met at their lockers.  He felt like a deer in headlights at seeing the most adorable, small, bunny toothed smile directed at him by Derek Hale.   The Derek Hale -- captain of the basketball team, baseball all-state, dated a college girl when he was a freshman -- Derek Hale, was smiling at him.  The legend he’d known then was so different from the person he knows now.

He reaches out and takes Derek’s hand in his, interlacing their fingers, but it’s Derek who breaks the silence.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you.  My mom spoke at the rotary luncheon this week. She talked about that state bill.  And mentioned me. Well, not me by name, but 'one of her kids'.”  

“How did they take it?” Stiles leans across the center console.

“It was okay.  Good.  Of course the people there were her supporters.  Some people came up to her after and said they appreciated what she said. Someone invited her to speak at the youth crisis center in Beacon Valley.”

“That's great! Maybe it won’t even be a thing.”  Stiles leans further into Derek’s space, staring at the lips he hasn't kissed nearly enough tonight.

“And her numbers are still good, up a little even.”

“That’s cool.”  Stiles smiles and puts his free hand on Derek’s thigh.

“She-”

“Derek…”. His voice is breathy. He slides his hand higher.

“...wants to-”

“ Derek. ”  It’s a whine now.

“Oh.  Yeah, no. I’ll…”  Stiles' hand reaches its mark and Derek sucks in his breath.  “Oh.  Fuck.  Stop.”

Stiles freezes.  “Stop?”

Derek shakes his head emphatically.  “No, I'll stop… talking. You.  You keep...”

Their lips meet, both leaning across the gear shift and Stiles realizes that this isn’t going to be comfortable.  The jeep’s seats don’t recline more than a few inches; he should suggest getting into the back seat.  But Derek is making these noises and he wouldn't want those noises to stop even if his dad suddenly pulled up in his cruiser.  Well, okay, maybe in that case.

Stiles is sucking on Derek’s neck, his hand cupping Derek through his jeans when a flash of another car’s headlights sweeps through the Jeep.  They both groan and spring apart.

The car pulls up right behind them. Stiles can tell from the light rack it’s a deputy. He groans and tries to fix his clothes and hair. Make himself presentable. Derek leans back in his seat, face tipped up, eyes closed, pained look on his face.

He recognizes Haigh walking up - at least it’s not his dad - then shining his flashlight in through the driver’s side window.  Stiles opens it.

“Heey, Deputy Haigh. What’s up?”

“Stiles.  I’m sorry, but you guys- You can’t loiter here.”

“Wha-” Stiles sputters.

“Excuse me, deputy.”  Derek leans across Stiles so Haigh can see him through the driver’s side window too.  “This is private property.  My family owns the land.”

“Uh.  Mr. Hale, right?”  Derek nods.  “Yeah, so, Mayor Hale called the Sheriff and asked him to keep an eye on the woods out here.  The Hale property.  She’s worried her opposition will be trying to make some trouble for her campaign… so asked us to patrol this area specifically.”

Derek sputters in disbelief.

“Oh my god.  Your mom is cockblocking you!” Stiles yelps.

Haigh clears his throat.  “So you boys-  Uh.  Will have to move along.  Find somewhere else to… go.”  He gives them one last uncomfortable look, clicks off his flashlight and walks back to his car.

They sit while the lights of the patrol car disappear into the trees.

“What do you want to do?  It’s,” Derek checks his phone, “ten thirty.”

“Oh my god. I can't believe they’re doing this to us!”

“Do you want to… to call it a night?” Derek looks at him questioningly, disappointment in his voice.

“Wha-  no!  Fuck no!  I- They-” Stiles cuts himself off, a plan beginning to form.  “I have an idea,” he says determinedly.

xXx

“This… doesn’t seem like a great idea.”  Derek is in the back seat, sitting with his back up against the side door, one leg extended over the bench seat, the other dropped down into the footwell.  Stiles is kneeling in between his legs.  There's just enough room for what he plans to do to Derek.  

“No, no.  It’s the best idea.”  Stiles crowds in close, yanks on Derek’s shirt, pulling it off once Derek lifts his arms. “No one will think of looking here.”

“I don’t know- ooohh.”  Stiles finger grazes Derek’s nipple. At hearing the reaction it draws out, he does it again, and then again.

“Stiles. Stiles.  Oh my god.” Derek arches up into his touch.  Stiles continues his ministrations, even as he uses his other hand to work Derek’s belt open.

“Hey, hey, wait. It’s your turn.”  Derek straightens and pushes at Stiles’ shoulders.

“Haha. What?”  Stiles looks up but his fingers keep working until Derek’s pants are undone.  

“You… you know... last time.”

“That doesn’t mean…” he pauses to bend down and lick Derek’s nipple. “That was so long-” another lick, “ago.  I want to...”  Stiles’s words fall away as he tastes Derek’s skin, inching his way down his chest and stomach.

Derek grabs his shoulders firmly. “No!  I’ve been waiting — oh my god! — you don’t know how much I want to suck you off.”  Derek pushes him away so forcefully it takes Stiles by surprise. Stiles gives a yelp of protest as he’s manhandled onto his back at the other end of the seat.  Now he ’s backed up against the door with Derek hovering over him.  Derek makes quick work of both his shirts, flinging them off behind him.

“Wow, that’s hot.  Okay, okay. You win.” Stiles stops his struggling.  He relaxes into the seat with a soft smile and runs his knuckles gently across Derek's cheek.

Derek turns his head to kiss at his hand then re-focuses, undoing Stiles’ jeans and tugging them down carefully along with his underwear.

They both seem to freeze as his dick springs free.  There’s an overhead light in the parking lot and floodlights from the nearby building; the streams of light coming into the car seem to illuminate his dick like a damn chiaroscuro painting.

“Fuck,” Derek whispers as he stares for a moment.  He glances up and their eyes meet, and - Derek looks lost, Stiles thinks, his eyes wonderingly wide.  But then he moves in with a purpose.  Only, where Stiles had been expecting the wet feel of Derek’s tongue or lips, he instead nuzzles his entire face into Stiles’ crotch.  He’d feel self conscious about it if he weren't so ridiculously turned on.  As it is he tries to think about something, anything to delay the inevitable: Baseball. Chemistry. Harris. Ew.

At the thought of Mr. Harris, his traitorous mind thinks back to that day, to the meeting with Mr. Thomas, and then to the conversation with his dad.  He freezes.

“Fuck.  Derek.  We need. Condom.”  He can barely get the words out.

Derek sits up, looking dazed, then his brow furrows.  “Shit, um. I have some, in my jacket.” He looks out the car window, like he’s considering going out to get it.

“No, we’re good. I have… here.”  Stiles looks around, then sits up to grab his shirt. He fishes around in it until he finds the pocket and pulls out a strip of condoms. Ripping one off the end, he tears it open carefully with his teeth and rolls it on.  The motion reminds him of that summer he and Scott got a hold of a couple of condoms, and had practiced putting them on, taking turns in the bathroom.  But, not the time to think about Scott, he tells himself.  He shakes his head to rid it of the offensive thought and leans back into the car seat.

Derek nuzzles into his dick once more and, you'd think the short condom break and thoughts of Scott would have killed his boner, but nope.  He’s right at the edge again immediately. When Derek moves to put his mouth on his dick it's no use. It’s a matter of minutes -- Who is he kidding? One minute tops . More like seconds -- before he’s grabbing at Derek’s hair and moaning.

“Oh shit.  Derek. Derek, I’m gonna...I’m gonna come. Fuuuck.”

Derek doesn’t pull away and Stiles feels like he’s releasing into Derek’s goddamn throat he’s taken him so fucking deep.

Stiles sits in a daze for a few seconds but is brought back to full attention when the feel of Derek’s warmth moves away suddenly.  He opens his eyes to see Derek kneeling, pants pushed down around his thighs, holding himself over Stiles with one arm braced against the backrest, hunched over in the small space.  His other hand is working at his dick, eye clenched shut in concentration.

Stiles scrambles up and pushes at Derek’s shoulders, so he kneels up straighter, head pressed into the roof of the car interior.  Stiles slithers down into the footwell until he’s face to face with Derek’s dick.  Face to dick.  Whatever.

He nudges Derek’s hand away and takes over pumping his cock. Feeling blindly around the seat, he finds the condoms and pulls off another.  As he rolls it on Derek whimpers - in a good way.   By angling Derek’s dick away from his body Stiles is able to get the tip of it close to his mouth. If he stretches, he can flick it with his tongue.  

Derek moans at the contact and rocks his hips forward so he can press deeper into Stiles' mouth. Now Stiles can suck at the head of Derek’s dick while jacking his shaft.  It’s sort of uncomfortable and his neck is at an awkward angle, but it’s all worth it for the sounds that Derek is making, hips jerking in small thrusts.  He flattens his tongue and swirls it around the underside, where he can reach, where he knows he likes a little more friction himself.

Stiles looks up and sees the moment Derek notices he’s looking at him.  His eyes widen and his hips freeze, then jerk quickly in small, rapid thrusts. He squeezes his eyes shut as he comes with a groan.  Stiles keeps sucking and pumping his hand, and thinks sadly of not getting to taste Derek’s come.

Derek collapses sideways, angling his body so he doesn’t crush or bump into Stiles too much.  He tugs at him until they’re both lying together, legs bent at odd angles, however they can fit on the seat, catching their breath.

Very aware of his limp dick in a full condom — Stiles can feel the come trickling out; it’s going to make a mess he can tell — he sits up and carefully pulls his off.  Seeing Derek’s, he carefully takes his off too.

He’s looking around for somewhere to put them, some scrap of paper that he could wrap them in when Derek catches his chin with his fingertips.  He leans up and brings their lips together.  After a few seconds, he angles his head and deepens the kiss.  

Even through the taste of latex, there’s the taste of Derek. Stiles thinks he may have an addiction.  The condoms drop somewhere, forgotten.

“Fuck.  You’re so sexy,” Stiles says as they come up for air.

This makes Derek stop where he’d been starting to suck at Stiles’ neck. “ Sexy ?”  He chuckles.

“What?  You are!”

“I just.  Don’t hear people use that word.”  He goes back to sucking for a moment, then pauses.  “But if anyone’s sexy around here, it’s you.”

“What? No no no no.  Listen. You are gorg- ahhh!” he cuts off as Derek pushes them both down into the seat and he can feel the coldness of wet dick against his dick.  He’s not hard again, yet, but this will definitely speed the process, especially with Derek slowly, carefully, moving against him.

He tries to finish his thought, tries to list other things that are sexy about Derek, but can’t.  His mind has gone blank because Derek is kissing him while dragging their partially hard dicks together.  Soon enough they’re fully hard again and Derek lets a little more weight down, more pressure for their dicks to grind against each other.

It’s bliss.  And torture.

Stiles can enjoy it a little more this time, the urge to come not so immediate. He can look at Derek’s face above his, beautiful eyes half lidded, sweat gathering at his hairline, dripping into his eyebrows and to the tip of his nose. He can look down between their bodies and see the contrast of their skin tones, the muscles of Derek’s stomach clenching with the effort of holding himself over Stiles. God, seeing their bodies moving together, their cocks pressed against each other, sliding the bit of loose foreskin pulled back from Derek’s tip — it’s mind blowing.  Stiles closes his eyes before just the sight of them together makes him come.

When he thinks he might go crazy from the sustained arousal — he actually thinks about those commercials warning against prolonged boners — Stiles wraps his hand around them both.  It makes Derek groan and roll his hips more quickly.  Stiles flexes his fingers, creating a tight channel for them to thrust into and Derek’s moans get louder.

“Oh, fuck, Stiles.  Oh, fuck, yeah. You feel so good.  I- I. Ahhhh.”

At the first spurt of Derek’s come, Stiles slides his hand to collect some of it into his grip and the added lubrication makes everything feel that much better. He snaps his wrist a couple more times and brings himself off, his moans joining Derek’s over the slick wet sounds of skin and sweat and come.

They collapse together in a heap to catch their breath.

When they finally start to move, it’s with groans at the mess between them.  Stiles sacrifices his plaid shirt to the cause and wipes them both off with it and tosses it on the seat next to the door.  They pull up pants, pull on t- shirts and get presentable, even though neither of them want to leave just yet.

Instead they shift around until they find a somewhat comfortable position to relax in.  Derek is sitting, one foot propped against the partition separating them from the front seats and Stiles is lying with his head in Derek’s lap.  He sighs.

“We should get going. My dad is going to send a car to make sure the Jeep’s in the driveway by midnight, I’m sure.”

“Okay, yeah. I have to drive Cora to her PSATs tomorrow, early.”

They finish adjusting loose clothing and climb out of the back seat into the parking lot.   Stiles freezes, though, as he sees Deputy Parrish coming out of the station. Derek bumps into his back and they both stumble forward.  Noticing their movement, Parrish looks over and smiles, probably out of habit from years of seeing Stiles always around, tripping over himself.

“Hey, Stiles.”  Parrish’s smile drops slightly and he looks a little confused at Stiles' sudden appearance from the back of a squad car, followed by Derek.

“Heeeey, Deputy Parrish.  I lost my lucky water bottle that day I cleaned the squad cars.  I just realized it when I wanted to take it to the lacrosse game tonight.  Derek was just helping me look for it.”

Parrish’s eyes go from Stiles to Derek to the squad car, and then back again. Stiles actually sees the moment he makes the connection.

“Are you kidding me?  In my fucking squad car, Stiles?” He’s never sworn in front of the boss’s kid.  He must be really pissed.

But Stiles is indignant. “Hey.  I was left with no choice! You guys are everywhere! My jeep is like a homing device for every spotlight in the department!” When Parrish doesn’t - or can’t- say anything in return, he continues, “And to be fair, you weren’t on the schedule for tonight.”  Stiles hunches his shoulders with a sheepish look.  “And you keep the cleanest car,” he adds under his breath.

Parrish’s jaw works frantically, even as no words come out.  Finally, “Oh my god, Stiles! Use your own car, like a normal teenager!”

“Sure thing, Jordan!” Stiles grabs Derek’s hand and pulls so they’re quickly walking through the station parking lot. They head for the Jeep parked innocently across the street in front of the closed library.

“Tell my dad I’ll be home by curfew!”  Stiles calls out to Parrish.  “And tell him ‘thanks for the condoms’!”

“Wha-  Stiles!  You little-!”

Stiles cuts Jordan off by tossing the squad car keys at his head.  He cackles as he runs across the street and gets into the Jeep.  Derek stops at the passenger side door with a mortified look, shrugging his shoulders in a semblance of apology before getting in.

Stiles leans forward so his face is visible through the windshield and gives Parrish a double thumbs up, but tries not to peel out when he drives off.  That might be pushing his luck.

Best first date ever.

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 53

of ghosts, memories, and little sisters

Burns: "You did not recognize her name?" dia: *she shakes her head* Burns: "Hmm...Hang on." *removes a book from his shelf: "The Gold Demon". The name of the author has been worn off on the book* "I haven't read this since college." dia: ......*slight shudder* {dia: *frozen on the spot, staring at the carnage in front of her*} {FD: *small laugh* "Surprising. Didn't think I could do that so easily."} {FD: *keeps laughing a bit*} Burns: "Dia? ...Dia!" dia: ....!!! *snapping back to reality* sir? Burns: "You zoned out...Something on your mind?" dia: just.....remembering the past.... Burns: "Find what you need from the past, and get back to the present, okay?" dia: ....understood. Burns: "Now, did your past answer any questions about who that woman was, and what information we can get from her?" dia:...sadly no. i dont know who that woman is. -elsewhere- atsushi: O-O;;; *Montgomery has set down a cup of "tea"...which is bubbling...And burned a metal spoon* atsushi: ._.;;;;;;; Montgomery: "One cup of this, and you'll be healthy in no time." atsushi: .____.;;;; *gulps and takes a small sip*.... -KO- atsushi: X-X Montgomery: "...Huh. Maybe I didn't add enough jalapenos and havaneros." Montgomery: *leans down, slaps his face lightly* "Hey, wake up." atsushi: uhhh... WAH! BAKED BEAN BREAD!....huh? Montgomery: "Inhale. Can you breathe now?" atsushi: a little bit...yeah. Montgomery: ^^ "See? I knew my recipe would work. You may thank me now." atsushi: *ahem* ...t-thanks, lucy. Lucy: "...You're welcome." *puts a hand on his forehead* "Your temperature seems to have gone down a bit..." -elsewhere- Shotaro: *in a school uniform...Mana's school uniform* mana: still kept that thing, huh? Shotaro: *nod nod* "I like the skirt! My legs feel all swishy with the wind!" *sways back and forth* mono: .... Shotaro: "??? Mono? What's up?" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "Here's your lollipops." hinata: yay! Mr. Tsubaki: ^^ "And don't take the bandages off until those cuts heal. And watch where you're running next time." hikage: okaaaay. -at the 8th- miwa: yo! akitaru! long time no see! Akitaru: "Hey there!" *waves* "How's it going?" miwa: doing good. sorry about missing the meeting a few days ago, some stuff came up. padma: *adjusts glasses* perhaps you'd like to fill us in on the details? Akitaru: *nods* "Everything okay?" padma: yes. everything's fine. miwa: so what happened during the meeting? Akitaru: "Well, lot to cover on that one...after what Giovanni did to my members." miwa: *tenses* ..... let's just start from the beginning, ok? padma: .... Akitaru: "The leaders of other Brigades came to discuss how to move forward investigating the 3rd. I am sending a few from the 8th to the 7th for additional training. And we have a new engineer." miwa: i see....hey, maybe sayu can join the training? might help her build muscle, haha! padma: *sweatdrop* you and your spur of the moment ideas... Akitaru: "..._Are_ there people you want to join in on the training? Maybe Benimaru can fit in a few more..." miwa: well, i did just suggest sayu. true, she doesnt have ignition abilities, but she's got a lot of heart and determination. Akitaru: *nods* "Okay. Anyone else you want involved in the training?" -outside- shinra: oh cool, seems squad 0 is here today. Vulcan: " 'Squad 0'?" shinra: they're an unofficial brigade, kind of like the A team? there's their commander, Miwa, the captains Padma and Misora, their sister, Nayumi, their medic, Serina, and- ???: BIG BRO SHINRA!!! *GLOMP* shinra: HURK- h-hey sayu. sayu: >u< Vulcan: "...'Big bro'?" shinra: ...oh! th-that's just a nickname. sayu: yeah, but i do have two actual brothers. they're twins, actually!........wait. big bro shinra, who's the shirtless guy? Vulcan: "Vulcan. I'm new here." *cleans grease off his hands, holds out one* sayu: nice to meet you, mr spock! i'm sayu! Vulcan: -_-;;; "Not that kind of Vulcan. Vulcan. You know, god of the smith?" sayu: hmmmmmmm....... like fresh prince? shinra: *sweatdrop* she sure is a riot, eh? Vulcan: -_-;;;; "Hilarious...Yo, Sayu, how about you and Big Bro tend to the stray behind the cathedral..." sayu: ouo? -elsewhere- Hibana: *holding ice pack to her head* -elsewhere- Higan: *in a tux* naho: finally getting a job? Higan: "More or less. I'm seating people at a fancy event..." naho: ah. lavender: all set? *in a dark purple cocktail dress* Higan: *smiles* "You look lovely." lavender: thanks. ^^ -elsewhere- Meme: *pouts* mio: is something wrong? *worried* Meme: "Just grumpy. Did not sleep well..." mio:.....want to watch funniest videos? Meme: *nod nod* *yawns* "And have a coffee..." -elsewhere- miwa: a fake base, huh?.....*sigh* doesnt surprise me that bastard giovanni is working with the hoods.... Akitaru: "And a fake Giovanni gets arrested, while the real one is hidden..." miwa: damn him...well, we'll do everything to bring him to justice. Akitaru: "I know you will...In the meantime, let's find these Hoods. Maybe talk to one of them for more info?" padma: seems as good an idea as any. Akitaru: "...You up for this, Miwa?" miwa: yeah. -elsewhere- Akutagawa: -\\\\- *trying to busy himself at work* Q: OuO ~? Akutagawa: "...Q, please take these papers to be shredded." Q: okaaaay. -elsewhere- Mori: "Higuchi, a word with you." higuchi: *tense* s-sir? Mori: "Are you feeling well?" higuchi: of course i am, why wouldnt i be? Mori: "I will be direct: I have reviewed your sparring reports, and your reaction time has been a bit off." higuchi: i hadnt noticed. Mori: "Numbers don't lie." *hands her a report* "I think you may need to take measures to get your mind in focus." higuchi: like what? Mori: "Take care of your health. Meditate. Don't overwork yourself." higuchi: noted. Mori: *smiles* "Good. I would hate for something to happen to you." higuchi: ....right. Mori: *nods* "Now, I have re-scheduled your sparring session with Akutagawa. Instead, you will go with Kouyou for a bit of R&R." higuchi:...r-right. 7.7 Mori: *smiles* "You're dismissed." -elsewhere- Rin: *reading a manga...and crying* Q~Q shura: there you are. i was lookin all over for you! Rin: "Wh-What?" *wiping his eyes* "Sorry...Was taking a reading break." -elsewhere- Victor: owo "...I have a request." maki: ya? Victor: "I'd like to observe the training at the 7th." maki: oh, sure! nozomi: ah... Victor: *claps* "Yay!" *looks at Nozomi* "Will you be here at the 8th?" nozomi: of course! i'll do my best! karin: i know you will, kiddo! ^^ .... *glares daggers at victor* Victor: .w.;;;; *backs away from Nozomi* "A-Are you staying at the 8th, D-Doctor?" karin: yeah. nozomi: ??? Victor: *thumbs up* "Super! I'll go back now." *runs* nozomi: ??? d-did i do something wrong? karin: ah, its alright kiddo. ^^ -elsewhere- Benimaru: *laying out knives* -elsewhere- Yukio: *reviewing case files* seiya: seems todo was a teacher of seals back in the day. Yukio: "So, he would know how to break them, too..." seiya: makes sense. Yukio: "Look up his students. Let's get files on them." seiya: right. Yukio: "Any reports from Kyoto?" adrian: they're investigating the matter as we speak. Yukio: "...Have you heard from Rin?" adrian: still training! Yukio: "...Maybe that's why he hasn't called." -elsewhere- Kid: *hug from behind* stocking: hehe~ Kid: *kiss on the cheek* "Need some help?" -elsewhere- Black Star: *screaming--then hits a wall* soul: O-O; Black Star: "...I missed." *falls down* sayaka: he was wearing a helmet so....good news. kilik: ouch. Black Star: "And the helmet worked! Now, let's get a refund..." -elsewhere- atsushi: so that's what all happened... Kyoka: *glaring* Dazai: :3 Dazai: "So, she gave you tea...And you feel a little less sick?" atsushi: yeah, actually i do. *smiles a bit* Kyoka: *slams a cup of tea down in front of Atsushi* atsushi: um... ._.; Kyoka: "Drink my tea. It'll be even better." atsushi: um..ok... *sip* woah! this is really good! Kyoka: ^^ "Yay." Dazai: *pouts* ("None for me...?") -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Okay...That takes care of prep work on Yuu's room." shinra: looks great! im sure he'll like this... Vulcan: "Hope so. Yuu always had simple tastes: just somewhere to sleep, enough food to eat..." -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: "Where are the 8th people staying?" fang-hua: havent figured that out yet... Tsukiyo: "The inn is still available--shouldn't have too many rooms filled. Maybe they'll bunk with others...Maybe one will bunk with Benimaru..." ^\\\^ fang-hua: i doubt that. Tsukiyo: "Let a girl dream~...You going to help them with combat training?" fang-hua: yep. Tsukiyo: "Glad the Commander picked the best, then! Give them what-for in training!" -elsewhere- Poe: ._______. *staring at the phone* karl: O^O~? Poe: *pokes the phone* "...Is no one going to call? I-I thought I did the right thing. Give flowers (admittedly, to her father), then get a call?" karl: *crawling up onto his shoulders* Poe: ^^ *pet pet* "I guess...its just not happening." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *vacuuming* -elsewhere- Rino: "GET AWAY!" *takes a can of soda out of her grocery bag, throws it* "BEAT IT!" blair: mreow! so rude! >n< Rino: "??? Oh, sorry. Usually there are weirdos who follow me, try to get into fights, so I have to land the first punch or toss the first can of--...DID THAT CAT JUST TALK?!" blair: oh right! *poof* ta-dah~ Rino: o\\\\\o "...I'm high, aren't I?" blair: nope, you're right on the ground level. Rino: "...So, are you a cat or a human? A feline sapien?" *walks around, just staring at Blair* "How did you transform?" blair: magic of course~ Rino: ^^; "Right...Of course...I'm Rino" blair: the name's blair~ -elsewhere- Hyde: *holding a can of paint* "Now let's see what this looks like when dropped from the seventh floor!" julian: please dont. Hyde: "But think of the colors! The paint just smashing along the sidewalk like some gorgeous Jackson Pollack!" julian: or it could land on some unsuspecting civilian and get us into serious trouble -_-; Hyde: "But we got money! That means we can do anything!" *tosses down the paint can* -Wilhelm scream- Hyde: owo;;;; "Dare I look?" -elsewhere- Belkia: "And now we are handcuffed! All I do is use the key to unlock us and...And...Aaaaaand I forgot where I left the key..." otogiri: -_-; at least you had the decency to cover yourself before we got here. naho: it's in the fishtank! ayami: .////.;;; Belkia: "Okay!" *moves his hand with Ayami attached to it to the fishtank--* "...That's not going to work, is it?" -elsewhere- Jeje: *sets down two bowls of ramen* -elsewhere- Yumi: *mapping out a location* marie: *looks* Yumi: "That seems to be the prime spot: low traffic, good table views, decent drinks." marie: you're sure this will go well for me? Yumi: "Part of setting a good first example is finding a good location that puts you at ease. But most importantly--" *pats her shoulder* "--put your comfort first." marie: *smiles* thanks. ^u^ Yumi: *smiles* "You're welcome. Got your outfit planned?" -elsewhere- Karim: "Doing alright?" dia:....i'm fine. foien: you've been tense. much more than usual. dia:...it's not your concern... Karim: "Just asking...No point dealing with a problem alone if others can help you." dia:....it's nothing. *walking away* ruby: *pouts* Karim: *sighs* "That didn't go anywhere..." -elsewhere- FD: "Well, I lost this bet. What's the payment?" yana: y'know. im somehow inclined to know that you're bluffing. FD: ^^# "Whatever makes you think that~?" yana: i should know, after all....*taking her glasses off....revealing purple eyes, similar to fyodor's* i'm already an 8th of you. FD: "...You got to pull that card on me? That's cheap, Yana." yana: hey, facts are facts. *shrug* FD: "..." *chuckles* "At least you inherited my cleverness." yana: ^u^ -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *knock knock* ???: just a sec! -atsushi looks through the peep hole- atsushi:  ....... O___________________O;;;; Akutagawa: *holding a basket* "..." atsushi: O-O;;;;; *backing away slowly* Akutagawa: "..." *knocks harder* atsushi: *ducks under the futon* (thinking: please leave please leave dont let him get in i dont wanna diiiie!) Akutagawa: *knocks harder--and the door flies off the hinges* o____o;;; "...Oh. Sorry." atsushi: Q_____________Q *trembling* Akutagawa: "...Man-Tiger. You are ill still?" atsushi: TT________TT (thinking: kyoukaaaaa where are yooooou?!) Akutagawa: "...I brought you a meal." *sets down basket on the floor...pushes it forward with his foot* atsushi: ...... *drops a coin in front of him* *it lands heads*. dammit...... *peeeeeek* o.o Akutagawa: .\\\\\. *waves* "...You look less...sickly." atsushi: um....thanks? i think? Akutagawa: "...I made this meal. I cook well. I mean, I have been told I...cook." atsushi:...... *stares at the basket* *inside are sandwiches, fruit preserves, a salad, and a small cake for dessert* Akutagawa: "...Eat. Please?" atsushi: is it poisoned? Akutagawa: "No, that would be cowardly of me. When I defeat you in combat, I want you at full strength." atsushi: oh....um....thanks....i think? Akutagawa: "...You are welcome." *sits down* "Eat." -nom- atsushi: (thinking: this isnt that bad....as soon as he leaves, im gonna have to gag myself just to make sure im not being drugged...) Akutagawa: "...Eat more. You are very scrawny. I want to see more muscle on you." atsushi: *sweatdrop* what are you, my mom?...wait, why do you even care? Akutagawa: "...Because I want you at full strength to fight you. That's all. No other reason. Obviously. None. Nope." atsushi:..........um.....ooookay? Akutagawa: "...You have a little something..." *reaches at Atsushi's cheek* atsushi: oh. *wipes it off* Akutagawa: .\\\\. "...I could have wiped it off for you." atsushi: its fine, im not a baby, haha. ^^; (thinking: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CASUAL YOU STUPID TIGER IDIOT?!) Akutagawa: "...Ha ha. Yes, that is true. You are grown up." atsushi: yeah...*awkward cough* ..... >->; Akutagawa: "In many ways..." *clears his throat* "Ahem...May I have a glass of water?" atsushi: um, sure. *goes to get one, but keeping an eye peeled in case akutagawa makes a sneak attack* Akutagawa: *sitting with hands on his lap, watching Atsushi going into the kitchen...* *waves* atsushi: ^^; (thinking: KYOUKA PLEASE GET HOME SOON AND SAVE ME!) -elsewhere- Higan: "I think that went well." *taking bowtie off his tux* "Enjoyed the show?" lavender: yep. *smiles* mind helping me with the zipper? Higan: *smiles* "Of course..." *takes the zipper, carefully pulling it down* "Like this?" lavender: ah, yeah. Higan: *slips the dress off her, kissing the top of her back* lavender: ah~ Higan: "I like the red..." *touches the fabric* lavender: thanks, ah~ =////T ~<3 Higan: "Is that okay?" *keeps a hand along her hip* lavender: yes~ Higan: *kisses along her neck* "Good...I think you have excellent choice in lingerie..." lavender: why thank you~<3 Higan: *lays a hand over her stomach, sliding up to her chest* -elsewhere- Hyde: *splattered in paint* Q~Q kranz: what did you learn from this now? Hyde: "Paint gets in everywhere. _Everywhere_." -elsewhere- Kyouka: *sitting in the office...stomach growls* .\\\. kirako: hungry? Kyouka: *nod nod* "Atsushi did not leave food before leaving the office." kirako: want me to order something in? ^^ Kyouka: *nod nod* "What do you like to eat?" -elsewhere- Tachihara: *steps into elevator* gin: .... Tachihara: "Yo. Going up?" gin:...*nods* Tachihara: *presses the button for his floor, steps back as doors close* "..." *small snort-laugh* gin: what? Tachihara: "I thought you would be...going down." gin: *glare* Tachihara: "LOL. Come on, the joke was kinda funny, right--" *BANG* gin: !! Tachihara: "...Did we stop?" -the door opens- gin: i..i think so. -seems they arrived on kouyou's main floor...- Tachihara: "??? This wasn't where I wanted to go..." gin: maybe take the stairs then? Tachihara: *pouts* "Fine...I guess walking will get me more coins." *pulls out his 3DS* gin: *sighs* -_-; -elsewhere- Tool: *sets out the finger paint* "Have at it." -elsewhere- atsushi: ._.; Akutagawa: "Thank you for finishing your meal." *stands* "Now you will be more fit and strong to face me the next time we battle." atsushi: right... you know, even though you are trying to kill me....but you arent really all that bad....sometimes. Akutagawa: "...Thanks?" atsushi: .....you probably have lots of stuff you need to do right now so, i'll let you get to that then. Akutagawa: "...Yes. I will leave now." *stands there* atsushi: .....um....you're still standing there. Akutagawa: "...So I am. Goodbye." *opens a door and enters, shutting it behind him* atsushi: that's my room! Akutagawa: *from inside* "...I like it. Good feng shui." atsushi: thanks, but the exit is the other way. Akutagawa: "..." *spots one of Atsushi's shirts on the floor* "..." atsushi: *opens the door* the exit is tha-........... o_______________________________o;;;;; Akutagawa: *has Atsushi's shirt to his face, inhaling* .\\\\\\\. atsushi: o____________________________________O;;;;;; *slowly closes the door*................. (thinking: WHAAAAAAAAT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!) Akutagawa: *pokes his head out of the room* "May I keep this shirt?" atsushi:..............why?! Akutagawa: *now standing right in front of Atsushi, leaning closer and closer* "They say that if you inhale the scent of your enemy, that trains you to recognize their every location--to anticipate them--to _feel_ them in your very soul up to the moment that you can predict their movements. I want to inhale your scent, so I am consumed by that bloodlust..." atsushi: o__________________________o;;;;;;;;;; Akutagawa: "..." *takes off his jacket, and his shirt...* atsushi: UM O-O;;; Akutagawa: *hands his shirt to Atsushi...he is now just in his pants* "There. I will take your shirt. You take mine. That is fair to see who is better at sniffing out the other." atsushi: .... >->;;; dont you need your jacket though? *hands the jacket back to him* Akutagawa: "...Yes. It is quite chilly at this hour, especially without a shirt." *shirtless but with his jacket now on* atsushi: yeeeah... ._.; Akutagawa: "...Good night, then." *takes Atsushi's shirt and makes for the door* atsushi: ...... (thinking: ok, first thing tomorrow, find someone in the mafia to return his shirt.......) Akutagawa: *steps outside...looks down at the shirt...something wet falls onto it* Q_Q "...What is wrong with me?" -later- Akutagawa: *re-enters the Mafia HQ* higuchi: ryuno-..... o////o um.... Akutagawa: "Hello. I have returned." *holds up Atsushi's shirt* "I took this." higuchi:....eh? ._.; Akutagawa: "The way to defeat your enemy is to know them, intimately. I will do so." higuchi:.....right. 7-7;;; -morning- Black Star: *snore* tsubaki: morning. ^^ Black Star: "H-Huh?" *opens his eyes...smiles* "Morn--*yawn*--ing." tsubaki: *smiles and gently kisses his forehead* Black Star: ^\\\^ "Thanks." *kisses her cheek* -elsewhere- Kyoka: *poke poke* atsushi: *yaaawns* mornin kyouka....!! kyouka! Kyoka: "Yes. Morning. Are you hungry?" atsushi: yeah. there's a quick errand i'll have to run too at some time today. seems the laundromat gave me someone else’s shirt by mistake, haha ^^;;; Kyoka: "??? That's odd of them. Along the way, can we get more cereal?" atsushi: *nods* -and so- atsushi: *looking around, spots someone*....!! *sneaks over there while kyouka is otherwise distracted* Tachihara: *playing his 3DS* "GODDAMN YOU, PITFALL!" atsushi: *taps his shoulder* excuse me, could you return this to akutagawa? he left it at my apartment. *hands him the shirt and walks away* Tahichara: "???" *looks at the shirt* "...The heck did you get Akutagawa's shirt? Why was he shirtless at your apartment?" atsushi: *has already left* Tachihara: "..." *light bulb over his head...still not lit up* "..." *shrugs, shoves the shirt into his backpack and keeps playing 3DS* "Now, getting my Meow Coupons..." -elsewhere- Vulcan: *tosses a metal ball into the air* shinra: is that a new prototype? Vulcan: "Yep. It saps the oxygen around a fire to put it out, with an additional option to extinguish with foam. Start a fire in the middle of the floor--I'll show you." shinra: ok. *does so and steps back* Vulcan: "So...Just have to press the button on the ball..." *does so* "...and toss!" *does so, the ball landing at the fire* "And when it detects the flame--" *The ball starts rattling...it's overheating...* shinra: oh oh shit!! *ducks* Vulcan: O___O "TAKE COVER!" *hides behind table* -elsewhere- higuchi:....hmm? Tachihara: "You seen Akutagawa around?" higuchi: he should be in the training room, why? Tachihara: "Got to return his shirt to him--" higuchi: EH?! his shirt?! where did you get this?! Tachihara: "The tiger at the Agency handed it to me." higuchi:..............why would...he have.....this?...... wait.....last night......ryunosuke had _his_ shirt........dont tell me......are they....an item?!?! O_O Tachihara: "..." *light bulb still over his head...not turning on* "...'Item'? Like, at a grocery store?" higuchi: *whispering something to him* Tachihara: "..." *light bulb turns on--* o____o *and explodes* "HOLY. SHIT." higuchi:.......... TTuTT excuse me, ive become terminally ill and need to go home immediately.... Tachihara: o_____o "...I need to look at two girls doing stuff to reaffirm my fragile male ego." gin: .... *PUNCH* Tachihara: "FUCK!" *holding his face* "WHAT'S WRONG WITH WHAT I SAID?!" -elsewhere- Kid: *asleep on the couch* stocking: *smooch* Kid: *his eyes open...he smiles* "Wake-up call?" stocking: yep~ ^^ Kid: *reaches up as he sits up* "Best there can be..." stocking: hehe~ Kid: *sits up, hugs Stocking* "How long was I sleeping?" -elsewhere- higuchi: *laying face down on the ground* ........... TT__________________TT *glooooooom* Chuuya: *knock knock* "Yo. You there? What's going on?" higuchi: just waiting for death.... Chuuya: Q_Q "...Well, he isn't here right now...Want to talk about it?" higuchi: ..... TT_TT ryunosuke..he....he....*hic* Chuuya: "??? He hurt you in battle practice?" higuchi: not physically........he and the weretiger......might be......seeing each other! *cries into the ground* Chuuya: "...Oh. Huh. That actually answers a few things, like why Akutagawa is so fascinated by that Tiger..." *light bulb* "OH SHIT! You're attracted to the Tiger?!" higuchi: ................................................*faceplant to the ground* no! Chuuya: "..." *second light bulb* "Oh! Akutagawa? For real? ...Okay. _Now_ a lot more things make sense why you're...with him so often...I'm sorry. Have you talked with him?" higuchi: i cant face him like this.....im going to die here..... TT_TT Chuuya: "..." *pat pat on the shoulder* "You're not going to die here...You can't. Come on, sit up. Let's get you some tissue." higuchi: *sniff* *hic* TT~TT Chuuya: *takes out his handkerchief, offers it to her* "It'll be okay..." -elsewhere- Hibana: "Hello, Rino. Hello, Cat Woman." *beat* "...Wait, what?" blair: hello~ gabriella:.... .-.; are you one of kotatsu's friends? Rino: "Nah, she's Blair. She's a cat." hanako: kitty! -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *lies down in bed, holding Atsushi's shirt* "..." *sniff* -knocks- Akutagawa: "???" *puts the shirt under his pillow, goes to the door* "Yes?" gin: you ok? Akutagawa: "..." *small smile, nods* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *sets down water* "Come on, drink..." higuchi: *slams glass down* gimme a nuther...*hic* Chuuya: ._.;;; "...Had enough?" *pushes pretzels to her* higuchi: dun *hic* dun micromanage me! i'll 'ave had enough when i *hic* when i shay i've 'ad enough... Chuuya: *sighs, sips his wine* "...How long have you been attracted to Akutagawa?" higuchi: it's *hic* been sooooo long i *hic* lost track'a count...a'time. Chuuya: "Was it because you two were partners out in the field?" higuchi: i gueeesss.... and he's shoooo hooot. *hic* y-y'know shometimes...i-id even touch maself thinkin 'bout him. *hic* Chuuya: .\\\\\. "..." *takes long sip of his wine* "...So...Um...You, um...are attracted to that kind of guy?" higuchi: maaaaybe....why d'yoooou care? Chuuya: "I mean...Akutagawa kind of has a cliche look? Look around for some other hot guy who dresses all in black?" higuchi: like who? Chuuya: "Hmmm...I think I saw a guy around town. Glowering, kind of quiet. Had on a cat hoodie." higuchi: i dunnooooo..... Chuuya: "I mean, just sitting here getting drunk and crying won't get Akutagawa interested in you. But at least you can get out there and meet people, get laid, maybe find someone who likes you back." higuchi: *hic* m-maybe.... mafioso: maybe you should follow your own advice, nakahara! Chuuya: *smashes a beer bottle and holds it at the Mafioso* "I AM STILL IN MOURNING AND WILL STAY THAT WAY UNTIL I DIE!" mafioso: woah! chill out dude! O-O;; Chuuya: *grumbles, pushes the Mafioso back* "Sit your ass down and don't talk until we're done drinking." *turns back to Higuchi* "Sorry about that..." higuchi: *face down on the table* zzzzzz Chuuya: -_-;;; "You're done...Yo, bartender--put it on my tab. I got to get her home." *picks her up* -elsewhere- Emine: *face-down in bed* setsuna: busy day today? Emine: *nod nod* "Tutor." setsuna: oh? Emine: "My brain is tired from studying...I have a headache." setsuna: aww. you did your bad deed today? Emine: *nod nod* "I made sure to..." setsuna: *smiles and hugs* Emine: "..." *hug* -elsewhere- Maitre'd: "May I help you, ma'am?" marie: just waiting on someone. Maitre'd: *nods* "Who should I expect to lead you to your table?" marie: *looking around* Akitaru: *pant pant* "S-Sorry...Ran over as fast as I could." marie: *smiles* Akitaru: "Wow, you look great." *smiles, sits* -elsewhere- higuchi: zzzzz higuchi's sister: thanks for bringing her back. Chuuya: *quietly closes the door* "No problem. Sorry about that...Let her know I'm pulling for her." higuchi's sister: *nods* Chuuya: "I'll head out. Night." rain?: .....*soft smile* Chuuya: "...Rain?" -no one is there- higuchi's sister: nah, its clear out. Chuuya: "...R-Right..." *still looking around* "...Um..." -elsewhere- lana: ?? *looking at the card on the flower vase* hmmm? Card: "Thou wast that all to me, love, / For which my soul did pine— / A green isle in the sea, love, / A fountain and a shrine, / All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine." lana: ....*blink* oookay? *At the bottom is a phone number* lana: .....*dials it* h-hello? Poe: owo; *small squeak* "H-H-H-Hi..." lana: oh! so you're the one who left flowers at my apartment? Poe: "...Yes." lana: *smiles* that was really sweet. the poem was a nice touch. (thinking: even though its kinda confusing ^^; ) Poe: owo "R-R-Really?" lana: yeah. Poe: "...iamsohappytohearthat--" lana: ^^;....um...you still there? Poe: "YES! Sorry. I just...Um...Do you like tea?" lana: sometimes, yeah. Poe: "Maybe...tea? With me?" lana: oh. i'll have to check my schedule. Poe: *nod nod* "Okay." -elsewhere- Izuku: *falling from the roof of a building* ("Okay...I know this looks bad...BECAUSE IT IS!") o____O -something reaches out and catches him- Izuku: "???!!" tsuyu: *caught him with her tongue* <hey> Izuku: QWQ "Tsu! You saved me!" tsuyu: <just doing my part. cant have you dying now.> Izuku: *holds onto tongue* "Y-Yeah..." -elsewhere- ???: *walking around the school* .... Anya: "??? May I help you?" ???: oh, i was just looking for the locker room. Anya: "Oh, it's this way. Are you in gym?" ???: no, but i just wanted to know just in case. Anya: "...In case of what?" ???: in case i do have gym, what else? Anya: "...So, you're new here? Which class are you in?" ???: actually, im starting school in september, like everyone else. Anya: "Oh. I'm Anya, by the way." ???: anya? that's short for anastasia, right? Anya: o_o; "...No. Just 'Anya.'" ???: i see. well it's a common name where i'm from, so i guess i got confused, haha. Anya: "And you're from...?" ???: someplace cold.... *small glance at a door that reads 'records room'* ... Anya: "Greenland?" ???: nah, but that's not many people's first guess. so congrats on deviating from the norm on that. Anya: "...Thanks? So...What's your name?" ???: .... *smiles and shaft head tilt* just call me yana. Anya: "...Huh. 'Anya' and 'Yana' are anagrams of each other." yana: huh, i didnt notice that. y'know, i think we're gonna be great friends. ^^ Anya: "...Okay." ("GET ME AWAY FROM THIS PERSON.") yana: well, here's my stop. glad we had this conversation. ^^ *walking away with a small smirk on her face* Anya: ("What was up with that girl?") kohaku:..... -elsewhere- FD: *reviewing a class schedule* "Hmm...Why didn't Yana take dance class like I recommended to her?" *pouts* -elsewhere- gin: ryu? *knocks on his door* Akutagawa: "!!!" *scrambling around, calling from inside* "Y-Yes?" gin: you feeling any better? Akutagawa: *pulling up his pants* o\\\\\o "Y-Yes." ("WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!") gin: just making sure... Akutagawa: *puts on a shirt--Atsushi's, opens the door* "I-I appreciate that...I think I will shower." gin: oh, did tachihara give you your shirt back yet? the weretiger returned it. Akutagawa: "...He did? ..." Q_Q gin: oh, so you got your shirt back then? Akutagawa: TTuTT "I guess so..." -elsewhere- Vulcan: "One coffee, please." nozomi: *already working on it* Vulcan: "...How do you feel about being in the 8th, Nozomi?" nozomi: it's nice. almost like home....*sad smile* Vulcan: "..." *looks around* "...Lot more organized than my home ever was..." nozomi: *nods and looks at a photograph* is this your family? Vulcan: *nods* "Dad. Granddad." nozomi: ah, i see...you must have been close to your father, huh Vulcan: "Learned all I know about engineering from him and Granddad." nozomi: ah....i guess we're alike in that sense... Vulcan: *nods* "I'd say so...Bet you picked up a lot of lessons from your family." nozomi: *she nods* my father and dr itou taught me just about everything i know....my father was trying to find a cure for the combustion phenomenon... Vulcan: "...That'd be helpful." *thinks of Lisa* nozomi: it would have been.....*sad expression* Vulcan: "...We're the next generation, trying to improve upon what our parents did." nozomi:...*nods* i'll do my best! Vulcan: "Ha ha! That's the spirit." -elsewhere- ???: "Higuchi? You awake?" higuchi: mhphh...mrnn... "Akutagawa": *dressed like a prince, holding out his hand to her* "I am here to awaken you." higuchi's sister: sis? you up yet? higuchi: ryu...*smooching her pillow* "Akutagawa": "Be my princess, Higuchi..." higuchi: of course, ryu~ -curtains open, letting in the sunlight- higuchi: *SCREEEECH!* higuchi's sister: OI! GET UP! higuchi: TT~TT ???: "She in or what?" higuchi: eh-eh?! WHO IS IT?! Dazai: "Howdy." higuchi:.... *rolls over and covers herself with the blanket* *muffled groans* Dazai: "??? Hey, come on--I need to talk with you..." higuchi: whaaaaat is iiiiiit? TT_TT Dazai: "I got a lead on what Mori has been up to." higuchi: ?? *looks up* Dazai: *holds up a slip of paper with an address* "This hospital. He keeps getting mail from there." higuchi: ?? well, he was a doctor... Dazai: "And getting medical records from an OB GYN?" higuchi: ??? huh? Dazai: "Such as ones related to, let's see--one new expecting mother tied into the True Cross Academy..." higuchi: why would he..... *lightbulb, but not the truth* that. bastard. Dazai: "I'll just leave you the list of names of women he's been looking into..." *hands her the envelope* higuchi:....*shivering* Dazai: "...Hey. I need you on this. You up for this?" higuchi: *nods* Dazai: *looks over her shoulder* higuchi: just what are you planning, mori... Dazai: "Lots of women...That name looks familiar." *points at one* higuchi: *squints* -elsewhere- Dr. John: "..." *shudders* veronica: something wrong, melinda? Dr. John: *weak smile* "Just got out of a meeting." veronica: everything ok? Dr. John: "It's...alright." *starts sorting files...shaking a bit* veronica: .... -elsewhere- Relan: *collapses in bed* "My muscles..." T~T shinra: *pats his head* Relan: "How do you guys train this hard? -elsewhere- Chuuya: *icepack to head* "Higuchi...needs to stop drinking." kouyou: *worried expression* Chuuya: "She was in a bad place last night..." kouyou: *listening* Chuuya: She...had an expectation that didn't pan out." kouyou: oh? Chuuya: "...She thought something would be a bigger deal than it was, so she's trying to get over a love connection that wasn't going to happen." kouyou: how unfortunate... Chuuya: "You ever go through that? Maybe you have some woman-to-woman advice you can give her?' kouyou: ........perhaps that is a good idea... Chuuya: *nods* "I guess she's taking the day off from work?" kouyou: *nods* she called in sick... Chuuya: "Same for me, I'm afraid...I used to be able to drink more than this." kouyou: oh, chuuya....*huuuug* Chuuya: -\\\\- "That's not necessary..." -elsewhere- Dazai: *stares at Atsushi* "He...took your shirt?" atsushi: it was kinda weird, and a bit creepy and i dont know why he would do that! Dazai: "..." *grins* atsushi: ?? what? Dazai: "He wanted a collectible~" atsushi:....i dont follow? Dazai: "Something of yours to keep close to him..._really_ close." atsushi: he mentioned something about 'wanting to track my scent'.....wow that is creepy! even for him! Dazai: "No kidding...You think he had...other motives for getting your scent? Maybe he...likes the way you smell?" atsushi:....yyyeeeah im pretty sure he hates my guts. Dazai: "But I heard someone once say love and hate are two sides of the same coin." atsushi:....i still dont follow? Dazai: "...He wants you. Badly." atsushi:.... *gulp* that sounds bad. Dazai: "In bed." atsushi: he wants me to sleep? yosano: *facepalm* Dazai: "...Naomi. Explain to him." naomi: 7w7 *whispers* atsushi:..................................................................................EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?! O////////////////////O;;;;;;;;;; Dazai: "Now you know! Kind of reframes things, huh?" atsushi: im not sure how to feel about that. he still tried to kill me. Dazai: "I suggest a restraining order." yosano: and invest in better home security. Kunikida: "Don't let in weirdos." -elsewhere- Mori: *reviewing files* -elsewhere- Belkia: *massaging his wrist* otogiri: have you learned your lesson now? Belkia: "Probably not--except to keep extras keys around." otogiri: -.-; -elsewhere- Arthur: *packing his suitcase* "...Should I bring the mace?" -elsewhere- Jacqueline: "I'm home." kim: hey! ^^ Jacqueline: *takes off her jacket--she has ink stains along her shirt* kim: yikes, did a pen explode on you? Jacqueline: *sighs* "That raccoon...He was chewing on them." *takes off her shirt* kim: oh jeez. Jacqueline: "Not sure detergent will get it out..." *pulls a shirt out of Kim's dresser* -elsewhere- Akitaru: "..." christa: ^o^ Akitaru: *smiles* "Hey, Christa. How are you?" christa: hiya! marie: ^^ {ami: papa!} Akitaru: "?!" *sits back a bit, slightly startled* marie: everything ok? christa: *head tilt* O^O~? Akitaru: "...Christa just reminds me...of my daughter." marie: ....oh... Akitaru: "It's...How is Christa doing?" marie: she's doing good. hard to believe she's 2 already... Akitaru: "Time sure does pass by quickly...got to value it." marie: *nods* Akitaru: "...You're doing a good job, Marie." marie:....*smiles* Akitaru: "She has a good role model. Are you happy?" marie: of course. ^^ .....*sad smile* her birth mother....passed away. i ended up taking her in. Akitaru: "...I bet you think about how to tell her...when she's ready." marie:...*nods* -elsewhere- Black Star: "Rice is almost done." tsubaki: *smiles* -elsewhere- Jun: *humming, as he makes lunch meals for tomorrow* takuto: zzzzz... Jun: *finishes the meal, then turns to Takuto* "..." *pulls sheet over his shoulders* takuto: =w= Jun: *finishes washing the dishes, looks at Takuto* -elsewhere- Mikuni: *in a Thompson sisters cowgirl outfit* metsu:..... Mikuni: "Can you believe someone gave these away to the thrift store?" *tugs on waistband* "Jeans are a bit tight, though." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in fox form, eating an apple* -later- atsushi: im home! Kyoka: "Welcome." *has set out bowls of rice* atsushi: jeez, today was busy. Kyoka: *sets down the stew* "Oh? How so?" atsushi: well.... just been busy. Kyoka: "Ah. Then you should rest after dinner." *sits down* "Take a bath." -elsewhere- Takehisa: "And be sure to eat well during your training." tamaki: will do. Arthur: *nods* "Dragon meat is a hearty meal." Relan: O~O shinra: riiiight. *sweatdrop* Takehisa: "You'll need to be at full strength in combat, as it will exhaust you..." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *sips more coffee* "Okay...That should shake off the last bit of the hangover." mito: *leg nuzzle* Chuuya: *smiles, pets Mito* "Hey. I'm sitting upright now." mito: ^w^ Chuuya: "Remind me not to try to beat out Higuchi in a drinking contest..." mito: *purrs* Chuuya: *continues petting* "...I'll have to get you new toys, soon." mito: *tiny yawn* Chuuya: *small scratch under her chin* mito: =w= Chuuya: "Good kitty..." -elsewhere- Patty: *wrapped in toilet paper* "Mummy!" stocking: ^^; liz: ^^; Kid: "..." *grabs the toilet paper* "Not symmetrical." *tugs, spinning Patty around* Patty: D: "WAAAAAAH!" -elsewhere- Konro: *tending to plants* "Should be good herbs for dinner." kabuki: *nods* Konro: "Careful with the fire sage, though: you'll need to wear gloves or you'll feel irritation on your fingers." kabuki: *nods* Mr. Tsubaki: D8> *panting in fox form* Konro: -_-; "And don't _eat_ it until I remove the spice from it..." -elsewhere- Burns: "Status report." dia: the flame human that appeared has been pacified. Burns: *nods* "The remains from the human?" -elsewhere- Anya: "I'm home." tsugumi: welcome back! Meme: *waves* Anya: "Are the new students always stopping by the school?" tsugumi: i guess so, but that's mostly with just the local students. considering im from out of death city, i started with everyone else during the spring roster. just imagine how many new students will be joining as soon as the school year starts proper. Anya: "Hmm...She had a bit of an accent to be a 'local student.'" ao: oh? Anya: -_-; "Yes. I couldn't place the accent. Maybe Eastern Europe?" tsugumi: maybe? mio: she could have moved here before hand. Anya: "I guess so..." *slight shiver* tsugumi:..*pats her back* -underground- yana: so that's where the records room is. now all i need to do is find a way inside. FD: "Do you want to try sneaking in, or do you know someone who has access?" yana: lets say, i left a little friend there~ *has a remote control out* FD: "Neat. What's it do?" yana: with any luck, gets us access to the records room. FD: "Good work. How long before we get access?" -elsewhere- Sakuya: *snoring* lilac: zzzzz naho: *smiles and puts blanket over them* Sakuya: *small yawn, as he pulls the blanket up more along Lilac* naho: ^^ lilac: *hug* zzzz Sakuya: *protective hug* -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *looking around new office* "..." louisa: *bringing in a box* i managed to get most of your things from the moby dick. Fitzgerald: "...'Most'? Did you retrieve...the photograph?" louisa: it was the first thing i got. *puts it on his desk* Fitzgerald: "..." *stares at the photograph* "..." T_T louisa:...*pats his back* Fitzgerald: "I will make this up to her...I will do the right thing." louisa: i know you will. *smiles* Fitzgerald: *sniff, sighs* "Well, until then...I must earn more money." -elsewhere- Medusa: *shivering* neian: zzzzz Medusa: ("Those hallucinations...What is happening to me?") -elsewhere- Dr. John: *staring at a family photo* "..." sachiko: those your relatives? Dr. John: *nods* "My parents are in the back." sachiko: ah. *nods* Dr. John: *smiles at Sachiko* "How is Izumi?" sachiko: doing great. she's starting classes at the DWMA next month... Dr. John: "Oh? That is really good! Is she excited?" sachiko: *nods* Dr. John: *sad smile* "She'll learn a lot there...Did Spirit say he was okay with her going through that training?" sachiko: i think so. Dr. John: "Then I'm sure she'll be fine." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *enters battle simulation* -training dummies begin their attack- Akutagawa: *pinches head off one dummy* "Increase difficulty." -several more attack- Akutagawa: *hit in the face, growls--swirls black energy around one dummy's limb, snaps it off to beat the other dummies* -BREEEN BREEEEEN- -a red 'WARNING' flashes on screen- Akutagawa: "?!!! What on earth?" -a new training dummy appears; a tiger- Akutagawa: "...No..." *steps back* tiger: *ROOOARs and charges* Akutagawa: *backs up, panting, shivering* "N-No!" *summons Rashomon around him, sending it at the Tiger* -KO- -stage complete!- -the tiger just lays there...- Akutagawa: "...No..." *runs to it* "No!" *gets down beside the Tiger* gin: ryu! *goes into the training room* Akutagawa: "Wake up...Wake up, damn you!" gin:... *SLAP* RYU SNAP OUT OF IT! Akutagawa: *stunned...his eyes are full of tears* "...There's something wrong with me." gin: its ok ryu. it's not real, see? it's just a training dummy. Akutagawa: "...I wanted it to be real..." gin: ...... Akutagawa: "In so many ways...and I am confused." gin: .....do you need to see the medic? Akutagawa: "..." *taps his head* "Something else." gin:....i'll see what i can do... Akutagawa: "Th-Thank you..." *lies down* -elsewhere- Bon: *grumbling* -elsewhere- Assi: "Got the last of the dishes washed!" chie: good job. Assi: ^^ "Happy to! One of the few things I'm okay at..." Zuno: "??? Wait, don't we have more to finish?" Assi: -_-; "We did them already." -elsewhere- Kid: *sipping tea* Kid: *sets out cake* -elsewhere- Yukio: *opens drawer full of his glasses* "Hmm..." *puts on a pair* "I'm about ready." kyouko: hey. do your best today, ok? Yukio: *nods* "I try. Good luck today." -elsewhere- Rin: TT_TT "My allowance is being eaten up by candles..." *sets out more on rooftop* shura: well then who's fault is that? Rin: >_<# "I'm trying my best, damn it! Maybe I need a better teacher!" shura: *glaaaare* Rin: "So why don't you actually help me figure this out? Like, I did the *poof* trick--but I end up burning the entire candle rather than just the wick at the top." -elsewhere- Giovanni: *flips a switch* "We are here..." guruna: ~? Ouo *It is dimmy lit...There are a few photos on the walls with x's crossed out over people's faces...including of Vulcan's father* -elsewhere- Bon: *washing his hands at the kitchen sink* ("...Dad...What the hell...") juzo: ..... *walking* Bon: *spots Juzo...follows* juzo: *entering the elevator* Bon: "?!" ("Where did that come from? Was that a key?") *pressed button on the elevator* -ding- Bon: *carefully exits so not to be seen* -in the keep lobby, several people lay unconscious- Bon: "?!" *checks the vitals on one person* "What the hell happened?" -the door to the keep opens slightly- juzo: ........?! mamushi?! Mamushi: "..." *her hand is over the jar...* juzo: MAMUSHI STOP! Mamushi: "Juzo...You know the story of the Blue Night?" juzo: ....yes....my brother, takezo, died then... Mamushi: "And did you know...that because of that night, the son of Satan was born?" juzo: what?! Mamushi: "Mephisto was assigned to eliminate the child. Instead, he made a deal with True Cross to spare the child--and he conscripted Suguro to help in deceiving us." juzo: ?! do you even have proof? Mamushi: "Ask Todo." juzo: ?!?! -BOOOOOOM- todo: ah, mr shima. it's been some time since we saw each other last. juzo: !!!! so then _you're_ the one responsible! Bon: "?!!!" *runs forward, but he is still far from the site* todo: seems i am. you did an excellent job, miss hojo. you always were my favorite student... Mamushi: "..." *ignores Todo's words, her hands moving to open the top of the jar...* "True Cross cannot be trusted with this object...Suguro cannot...We will protect it..." juzo: MAMUSHI NO! HE'S TRICKING YOU!! Mamushi: "Suguro has tricked you!" *removes the top of the jar...* juzo: !!! Bon: "Seal!" Mamushi: "?!" *Bon's seal pushes back Mamushi* todo: oh? suguro's son? here to play 'dragon'? Bon: "I'm not letting you leave with the Eye!" todo: hmm, like father like son, it seems. mamushi, if you would. Mamushi: *inhales deeply, as the snake begins to appear...its mouth opens as it rushes towards Juzo* juzo: *chanting to summon a barrier seal* -several members of the myoda have arrived to investigate- myoda member: !!! it's todo! myoda member 2: mamushi! what are you doing with the eye?! Mamushi: "Taking it where it can be kept safe from True Cross's machinations." *the snake tail whips around at Myoda members* juzo: !!!! todo: i believe it's time we took our leave. juzo: WAIT- Bon: "Why weren't any of you here more quickly?! Why weren't you--" ???: "We saw all." Bon: "??? ...Dad?" Tatsuma: "..." *weak smile* "Nice hair." myoda member 3: oh shit. Bon: >_<#### "YOU STUPID BASTARD! WHERE WERE YOU?!" tatsuma: ^^; i'd love to stay and chat, but right now, i have to go after mamushi. *begins walking away* Bon: *grabs Tatsuma's wrist* "Is it true?" tatsuma: ?? Bon: "You knew about the Blue Flames? What Mephisto did?" shura: oh shit... tatsuma: ...... Bon: "Answer, you old fool!" tatsuma:...well, it's a secret, haha. listen. things are a bit hectic, so try and get some rest for now. *A hand rests on Tatsuma's shoulder* tatsuma: ?? shura: eh?...O-O w-when did he-?! Rin: "Bon. Back off." Bon: *growling* "I am not done talking to him! This old fool hid everything from us! He shouldn't be in charge! He's just some crazy buffoon who doesn't know how to do anything! Who can't just get out of people's ways! He is and will always be a screw up!" tatsuma: .... Rin: "Apologize to your father." Bon: "...What? No! I'm not done--" *POW* shura: !!! 'scuse me, coming through. Rin: *holding up his fist* "You take that back, Bon! You don't just insult your old man! You don't know how much time you have--" Bon: "SEAL!" *Rin pushed back* Rin: *growls, flames appearing* "Cut that shit out now!" shura: for fucks sake- RIN! Rin: "..." *extinguishes his flames* "...Just get out of my way. I'm not done talking to Bon-" shura: *HEADBUTT* Rin: "AHHH! Damn it!" shura: did you forget what they said? if you lose control, they'll kill you! Rin: "..." -3- "Just trying to teach Bon a lesson. He started it..." shura: still, cant have you screwing up and getting put down. you still have a special someone to go home to, am i right? Rin: -\\\\- "Low blow, Boobzilla..." shura: ...........*chanting something* tatsuma:.... 7///3///7;;; Rin: "??? What are you--?" -a brace around rin's tail begins to hurt. bad- Rin: .________O *HOWLS IN PAIN* shura: i'll handle this one~ ^w^ Bon: *glares at Rin and Tatsuma* tatsuma: you know ryuji.....that woman.....she's got a tush just like your mother's. Bon: "...I want to punch you so badly." -elsewhere- Yohei: *opens door to the fridge* medea: ..... Yohei: "...Yo. Want a drink?" medea:.....water please. Yohei: *pours her a glass* "Here you go. Feeling okay?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Yo. Feeling better?" higuchi: yeah. Chuuya: *small smile* "That's good...You were pretty hammered." higuchi: ....i didnt....do anything _too_ embarrassing...did i? Chuuya: ^^; "No, not at all. But do rehydrate..." higuchi: doing that. Chuuya: "How was the day off?" ("...'Touch myself while thinking of him'...Yikes.") higuchi: it was.....alright. Chuuya: "??? Did you need another day off?" higuchi: i think.....i can manage....i kind of have to...still have business to take care of... Chuuya: *nods* "Need any help?" -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "..." atsushi?: *smiles* Akutagawa: "!!! T-Tiger?" atsushi?: *hug* Akutagawa: .\\\\. "Wh-What are you doing?" atsushi?: *smiles and gazes at him lovingly* ryu... Akutagawa: "...Atsushi..." -smooch- Akutagawa: o\\\\\\\\o "..." >\\\\\\\< *tentative smooch* atsushi?: hehe~ Akutagawa: "...Are you laughing _at_ me?" atsushi?: no. you're just...so cute, you know? Akutagawa: .\\\\\. "I...don't know. I don't think another man has ever said I was 'cute.'" atsushi?: *smiles and hugs him* i love you... Akutagawa: "Wh-Wh-What?! I-I-I am supposedly to destroy you!" gin: ryu? Akutagawa: *eyes snap open* ._______. "...What?" gin: are you ok? Akutagawa: ._________________. "...Weird dream." gin: ................. .___. uhhhhh....>->;;; Akutagawa: "???" *looks around* "What?" gin:...i'll just go now. *exits the room* Akutagawa: "???" *looks down* o\\\\\\o "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!" -elsewhere- atsushi: O-O;;; Kyoka: "???" atsushi: nothing, just a sudden feeling of unease. Kyoka: "...You are slouching in your seat." atsushi: *getting up* O-O Kyoka: "...Any better?" atsushi: yeah. thank you. Kyoka: "Good..." *stares at his face* atsushi:...what? Kyoka: "Nothing." *lays a hand on his cheek* atsushi: ?? Kyoka: "...You look awful. Get some sleep." -morning- Rin: *tossing, turning...whimpers* -phone rings- Rin: *his hand moves, trying to grab at something--finds the phone* -it's madoka calling- Rin: "??!" *answers* "M-Madoka?" madoka: hey rin, how're you doing? Rin: "...I'm in pain..." madoka: ?! what happened?! Rin: TT~TT "Shura pulled on my tail!" madoka: oh no. that's not very nice! Rin: "I-I was just trying to knock some sense into Bon..." madoka: *listening* Rin: "He got into an argument with his dad, said he didn't care about him, and I...just remembered Dad." madoka: ....rin.... Rin: "...Like, he just was so angry at his dad...and his dad's all old but a good dude..." *whimpers, as he shifts in bed* ("My tail...") madoka: *listening* Rin: "But Bon is angry because he thinks his dad is...Don't tell Yukio this, since it's being investigated, but he thinks his dad is the traitor." madoka: !! Rin: "So...things in Kyoto have gotten worse." madoka: rin....i really wish there was some way i could help, but i dont know how... Rin: "...Getting to talk with you is a start." madoka: *smiles* i wish i was able to come over there and hug you. Rin: "...If you had a key..." madoka: hmmm... *lightbulb* maybe i could talk to your dad? Rin: "O-Okay." *smiles* "Tell him 'hi' for me?" madoka: *nods* i will! Rin: "Love you." madoka: love you too. ^^ -elsewhere- Hyde: *flips over a bed* -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Think you're packing enough?" *Victor is packing--his suitcase is already ripping at the seams* -elsewhere- Hyde: "No, no, no!" licht: whaaat? Hyde: *grabs Licht by the collar* "WHERE IS MY DOG TAG?!" licht: it's right on your neck, you shit rat -_-; Hyde: "..." *looks down* "...Oh." *looks up* "Next you'll tell me my glasses are on my head." licht:.... romina: *cough* kranz: *sweatdrop* licht: someone has to, besides. *poses* im your guardian angel. Hyde: ^\\\\^ "Yes, you!" *jazz hands* -elsewhere- Shima: "So...aside from bruised egos, everyone okay?"' shiemi: i think so? konekomaru: bon still hasnt left his room... izumo: jeez.... unagi: *staaaaare* Shima: o____O "Um...Maybe I should check on Bon..." *backs away* izumo: ??? what's gotten into him? konekomaru: who knows.... -elsewhere- Kid: *hangs his new painting* "Hmm...Not quite even..." stocking: need help? Kid: *nod nod* "Please." -and so- stocking: better? Kid: *shiny eyes* "You are divine!" stocking: aww, hehe~ *phone call* -_-; freaking work calls....yeah?....oh hey......wait for real?!....*sigh* alright then....ok.....*hangs up* *sigh* duty calls. Kid: *pouts* "You'll be away long?" stocking: not sure. Kid: "Well, be safe out there..." stocking: of course. *kisses him* -elsewhere- Vulcan: "I'll give you a ride. You all packed?" shinra: yep! sayu: all set! tamaki: *nods* Relan: "As ready as I'll ever be..." Arthur: "Let us ride the dragon to our destination." Vulcan: "...Right. Where's tall guy?" Victor: "Coming!" -and so- Arthur: *looks at flights* shinra: man, it feels like so long since we were here last... tamaki: first time in november, then again earlier this year... Relan: "I'm not really familiar with things around here..." shinra: we'll show you around. *smiles* ah, there's the 7th's base now....hellooooo? *No one is inside...then Shinra feels something touching the front of his neck* ???: "You're already dead." shinra: O-O;;;;; Benimaru: "..." *lets go of Shinra with a slight push* "This was your first test." *walks ahead of the group* shinra: *gulp* sayu: cool! fang-hua: so they're here? Tsukiyo: *waves* Konro: ^^; "I see the Commander has welcomed you all..." Arthur: *smirks at Shinra* yu: .////. shinra: TnT fang-hua: come on, we'll show you where the training field is. Arthur: "Ha ha...Stupid Shinra--" *BONK* Arthur: X___X fang-hua: alright. those with ignition abilities will go with the commander. those of you who dont, follow me. yu: o-ok ma'am. sayu: hey, arent you the lady from the training camp? fang-hua: yes, yes i am. ^^; sayu: cool! -and so- shinra: *focused* tamaki: *hella focused* Arthur: *bandage on his forehead, holding his sword, staring at Benimaru* Benimaru: "You have to be focused at all times. Your enemy depends on you leaving a gap--" *starts to move his hand* tamaki: *taking stance* shinra: !! Arthur: *shifts hold on Excalibur* Benimaru: *his hand moves...to the back of his head, as he scratches* "--that let's them attack when you drop your guard." tamaki: *charges forwards* Arthur: "?!!" Benimaru: "..." *holds up two fingers* tamaki: *jumps* HAAAH! Benimaru: "You left yourself open..." *Fire emerges around Benimaru's hand, forming a blast that approaches Tamaki* tamaki: *mid air rolls and lands* shinra: !! *dodge* Arthur: *the blast just passes by his face* o~O; Benimaru: "Attacking head-on. What was that supposed to accomplish?" tamaki: i thought that would work? Benimaru: *flicks her forehead* "I could see you coming right at me." tamaki: owie! TT^TT -on another field- Relan: Q~Q fang-hua: even though you're in a brigade, fighting with ignition abilities isn’t the only method of combat. physical combat and use of weapons are also viable tactics. Relan: "...I was good at running away from fights..." fang-hua: true, having a good escape plan is a good idea, but there are times where that isnt an option. sometimes you have to fight back in order to get stronger. in body and in mind. Relan: "...I'm not good at landing a punch. I'm not sure I know _how_ to punch." fang-hua: well that's why we're here. *4 scarecrows have been set up* these will be your targets. *demonstrating on one scarecrow* kick. punch. chop. three basic attacks. Relan: *approaches one scarecrow* "..." *soft jab at the head* fang-hua: that's a good start. just keep that up. *smiles* Relan: "..." *jab jab...a bit harder jab...small kick* "..." .w. -elsewhere- kabuki: *observing* Konro: "How do you think they're doing?" kabuki: seems they're doing quite well. *smiles* shinra: phew... Arthur: *rotating his arm* "Quite a workout." tamaki: so hungry... TT_TT Benimaru: "We have a meal waiting for you, then you will bathe your sore muscles and get sleep." shinra: ...?? victor? Victor: *wave wave* " 'Ello!" tamaki: *already going to get dinner* reimi: i worked extra hard on this one. Victor: *whispers to Shinra* "I want to talk with you--later." tamaki: it looks sooooo good! shinra: owo;;;; Arthur: "Yeah! I can't wait to dig in..." Victor: *puts finger to his lips and goes to sit to the meal* Relan: O~O "...What was that about?" tamaki: thank you for the food~! shinra: im not sure. but i have a bad feeling about it. Arthur: *picking food off Shinra's portion* shinra: D8< Benimaru: *flicks Arthur's forehead* "Stop that. Reimi, please give Shinra a bit more food." reimi: *nods* Relan: *eating slowly* TTWTT "Tasty..." shinra: ...hey, did you do something with your eyes? they look different. reimi: OwO;;; must be the lighting! Arthur: *holding his forehead* "???" kabuki: excuse me, mr.....victor? was it? Victor: "Victor Licht, yes." kabuki: ah, you dont look like someone from the 8th... Victor: "I transferred from Haijima to join as forensics scientist--and I think the 8th is the best brigade ever!" Konro: "..." kabuki: i see. *looks at konro* Konro: "..." *returns to eating his meal, staring intently at Victor* Victor: owo;;;;; -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Yo, Doc--can you take a look at this?" *holding the magnetic orb* karin: woah, neato! Vulcan: ^^ "Thanks. But I can't get the response time how I want: the magnetic field goes off 0.2 too late after detecting the fire." -elsewhere- shura: -_-; well that was an awkward conversation.....they _are_ similar...how?....hey stocking.....just-... O-O wait a minute. stocking: hey. madoka: ^^; shura:...... *JAWDROP* stocking: i can explain. Rin: *hobbling around the hall* "Darn stupid tail hurts..." *pouts, not noticing...* madoka: !!! rin! *hug* Rin: QWQ "Madoka!" *hug* stocking: aww. shiemi: ?? eh? k-k-kaname? O.O izumo: how?! stocking: well, long story short, she's joining you guys on the kyoto mission. izumo: SHE'S NOT EVEN AN EXORCIST! stocking: true, but- madoka: m-mr pheles gave me this. *shows a true cross pin* i've been made an honorary exwire for the course of the mission... Rin: "You are?!" *grins* *squees* "...But don't get hurt out there, okay?" madoka: i'll do my best! Rin: *giddy* "I know you will! This is so awesome! How are you? How's Dad and everyone?" madoka: they're doing well. izumo: 7-7; shiemi: ^^; it'll be nice having another girl to talk to, right izumo? izumo: i-i guess, b-but just as long as she doesnt mess anything up. Rin: "Let's find you a room! And wait 'til you try the food here--it's so tasty!" -elsewhere- Dazai: "Busy day of work ahead of you!" atsushi: *nods* Dazai: *pulls out his notepad* "Let's see...One shoplifter hitting up multiple convenience stores, one missing cat, six missing person reports--" -elsewhere- Mori: *opens a package...inside are vials* elise: what's that for? Mori: "Research." *The vials have labels: I. Higuchi. G. Akutagawa. M. Kosaka, etc* elise: ah. Mori: *smiles at Elise* "I will have some meetings soon. Have you had lunch yet?" elise: yep. when's the new punching bag getting in? Mori: "Soon-ish." elise: yay! Mori: "And you'll get to play with her, too. I'm sure she will be more fun than that stick in the mud..." elise: yay! Mori: "Now, how about you get ready for your nap?" -elsewhere- Kid: *making his and Stocking's be...* "Oh! The cupcakes!" *heads back to the kitchen* -elsewhere- Mifune: "Tea's ready." -elsewhere- Shouto: *reviewing clipboard* "We are introducing new students?" ochako: yep! Shouto: "Hmm...I wonder what they are like. Can't judge by names alone...Some familiar last names." ochako: who knows. ^u^ Shouto: "...You're excited about this?" ochako: yep! new faces means new friends! maybe! Shouto: "..." *small laugh* ochako: ^u^ Shouto: "I suppose that is the more optimistic way to look at this." -elsewhere- Rino: "How's it going?" mikami: well. ^^ Rino: "Glad to hear...Need any help?" *she's wearing a cat t-shirt* -elsewhere- Relan: =\\\\\= "This feels better..." *lays back in bath* shinra: ah.... =w= Arthur: *rubbing his wrist* "If this is the Day 1 workout, not working forward to tomorrow..." shinra: how was today for you, rel? Relan: "I think I can throw a punch better now!" *tries punching at the air a few times* "H-How was that?" shinra: woah! that's really good! Relan: ^\\\^ "Thanks...How did your training go?" shinra: getting better. *leans in* u///u Relan: o\\\\o "Um..." *leans back a bit...even as his hand reaches for Shinra's cheek* shinra: *blush* Arthur: -_-;;;; "I'm clean enough." *stands up to leave* shinra:...*small chuckle* this brings back memories... Relan: ^^; "No kidding...I-I still feel shy..." shinra: *smiles* Relan: "H-How about you? You don't...seem so shy." shinra: well, i guess its easier when your with someone you love. *smiles and holds his hand* Relan: o\\\\o "I-I love you, too..." shinra: *smiles and smoooooch* tamaki: *streeeeetch* Tsukiyo: "Been awhile, Tamaki--how's it been?" tamaki: eh, same old. >->; Tsukiyo: "??? What, still having that bad-luck trouble?" tamaki: -_-; yes. yes i am. thought it isnt as often... Tsukiyo: "You try some good luck charms?" *taps a necklace she's wearing* "I got this one to deal with bad love luck..." tamaki: i remember getting on from sister yanase. i think i still have it....back in my room....shit....wait, love luck? .////.; Tsukiyo: TTWTT "I'm still alone...Benimaru has his girlfriend..." tamaki: g-girlfriend? since when? Tsukiyo: "Since you all fought those fake doppelgangers. It's the talk of the town--just taking bets now when he pops the question and she pops out a kid." tamaki: e-e-ehhhhh O///O oh...oh my. well who is this person? Tsukiyo: "Oh, he's with Kirei." tamaki: sister yanase?! ./////. oh my. Tsukiyo: "I know, right? Blindsided by that..." *pouts* "She's with hottie commander now..." tamaki: *thinking hard*.....their baby would look so good. Tsukiyo: -\\\\\- "Yeah, they'd be adorable..." tamaki: yeah......*imagining her own babies with arthur* O/////O WOAH WHERE DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?! Tsukiyo: "..." *smirks* "You thinking about your future babies, Tamaki~?" tamaki: >////>;; n-no! Tsukiyo: "Hee hee...I won't tell a soul...Now, while you're here, if you need anything, just ask. I can drop it off at your room." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *exiting the building* gin: ready to head home? Akutagawa: *nods* "You?" gin: *nods* Akutagawa: "Okay..." *starts to move* "...Wait..." gin: ?? Akutagawa: *turns around* "...Thought I felt something." higuchi: ......ryunosuke? may i ask you something? Akutagawa: "??? Higuchi? Hello. What did you want to ask?" higuchi: *gulps, tears in her eyes* are you and the weretiger together?! Akutagawa: "..." *brains stops working...heat coming off his head* X\\\\\\X gin: ryu! get a hold of yourself! *shaking him* higuchi: SO IT'S TRUE THEN?! D8> Akutagawa: "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE SAYING?!!!!" higuchi: are the two of you in a relationship?! Akutagawa: "YES! OF COMBAT! BECAUSE I WILL DEFEAT HIM AND PIN HIM TO THE GROUND!" gin: phrasing. higuchi: i know that but.....are you together...romantically? Akutagawa: .\\\\. "...No?" higuchi: .....do you.....like him? Akutagawa: D: "I-I-I mean...I-I just...think about...Um..." higuchi:.....*tears falling with a broken smile* ahahahaha......so is that the case then?.....its ok...im not angry....i know...how to handle this... *collapses to her knees and gets down on her hands* GIN PLEASE GO OUT ON A DATE WITH ME! gin: ?!?!?! .///.; Akutagawa: "...What?" higuchi: if i cant be with you, then i'll go for your sister! >-< Akutagawa: "..." *turns to Gin* gin: ....h-higuchi, are you feeling ok? higuchi: NEVER BETTER! 8D Akutagawa: "Ooooookay...I think we need to get you home, Higuchi..." gin: easy now. higuchi: TTuTT Akutagawa: *guides Higuchi* "Let's get you home..." -elsewhere- Montgomery: "Oh, Weretiger...There you are." atsushi: hey lucy. i was just heading home. *smiles* Montgomery: "Oh...Well, so was I. To my home, that is." atsushi: .....well, since we live in the same apartment building....did you...uh...want to walk home together at all? Montgomery: "...Very well." *follows* "...Did my tea cure you of your cold?" atsushi: yeah it did. thanks. ^^ Montgomery: *smirk* "Told you so. My tea is a cure all..." *jabs Atsushi's shoulder* atsushi: ah, hehe. ^^; Montgomery: "So, it's you and that Demon Snow girl in your apartment?" atsushi: kyouka. and yes. just the two of us. Montgomery: "...Oh." *scratches her cheek* "...Does she keep your place clean?" atsushi: we both do. *smiles* im glad she's ok now. she's like a sister to me. Montgomery: "O-Oh? That's...awfully close..." -\\\- atsushi: i guess. but then again, i didnt exactly know what it was like to have a family until recently... *covers mouth* im sorry! i didnt mean- Montgomery: "It-It's fine...At least you have a family. I'm happy for you. Really." -___- atsushi: say, did you want to come up to our room for dinner? Montgomery: ._.; "...I wouldn't want to impose. After all, I don't know how much food you have..." >_< atsushi: well, um....maybe we could get lunch together some other time? Montgomery: "?! Oh, so now you _don't_ want me over for dinner?!" *pouts* atsushi: i-i didnt mean that! i...uh...you did make a point that we might not have much... ._.;;; Montgomery: "I WAS BEING POLITE! THEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY--" *imitating Atsushi's voice and mannerisms* " 'No, really! I insist! P-Please come! We'd love to have you--" *back to her usual demeanor* "SO LET'S GET TO YOUR PLACE RIGHT NOW AND HAVE DINNER!" atsushi: OK! OwO;;;; (thinking: kyouka please dont murder me) Montgomery: *takes his hand, leading the way* "And hurry up! I'm hungry..." -elsewhere- Black Star: "Is everyone home?" naho: i think so. tsubaki: *nods* Black Star: "Good--then that means no need to worry about anyone being out past curfew..." *bolts the door* himawari: ... Black Star: "??? Himawari? You hungry?" himawari:....a little... Black Star: "Then I'll whip something up for you! Maybe Sham would like a meal, too..." himawari:....not...for that.... Black Star: "??? 'For that'? What, is he not doing okay?" tsubaki:....*small slice along her arm, offering it to himawari* himawari: *licks* Black Star: .______.;;; "...Tsu?" tsubaki: better now? himawari:....*nods* Black Star: .______________. "...I guess we need to get more blood donations, or--" Belkia: "I'M STARVING!!!" *leaps at Black Star* Black Star: "HOLY SHIT!" *tackled* -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *sleeping on Yu's bed* yu: hmm? oh hey there lil guy, where did you come from? *pet pet* Mr. Tsubaki: ^W^ *small fox click sound...nuzzles* yu: ^^ Benimaru: *walks by* "??? Is the fox giving you trouble?" yu: no sir. he's really fluffy. kirei: ^^ Mr. Tsubaki: ^w^ ("It's good to get attention...") *closes his eyes* -elsewhere- Wes: *checking his metronome* -elsewhere- Arthur: *stretches as he lies down* "Sleep will be good..." -elsewhere- madoka: *nods* im ready. shura: alright. *has several targets set up* madoka: *summons bow and takes aim at the targets* Rin: *watching the attack* shura: wow, nice. madoka: *focused* Rin: *claps* "Yay!" shiemi: *watching*... (thinking: miss kaname's really good in combat...) Rin: "Good work, Madoka!" madoka: ^///^ *smiles* Rin: *smiles* "It'll be great having you out in the field--you're going to be a big help after the snake priestess escaped." madoka: i'll do my best! shiemi: *weak smile* Rin: "??? Shiemi? How's it going?" shiemi: i'm ok! i'll just go tend to the patients........*dials a number on her phone* -it leads to voicemail- shiemi:....*sigh*...*hangs up* -elsewhere- Yukio: *phone on silent, as he files a report* -morning- Akutagawa: *yawn* gin: morning. hope you dont mind omelet again... Akutagawa: *nods* "That is acceptable." *sits down, yawns* "I slept deeply..." gin: *smiles* that's good to hear. Akutagawa: "How did you sleep last night?" *sips his tea* gin:...pretty well. Akutagawa: *smiles* "That's good. You do look rested." -elsewhere- Tachihara: *stretches* ???: zzzzzz -a random prostitute is asleep in the bed- Tachihara: "..." *poke poke* lady: *yaaawn* ya? Tachihara: "It's morning. Get up." lady: alright, jeez. *streeetch* Tachihara: *walks to dresser, takes his wallet* "How much?" lady: $35, hun~ Tachihara: *hands her $40* "I don't think you can make change like that, so keep the tip." lady: aww, thanks sugar~ *smoooch on the cheek and winks* Tachihara: ^\\\^ "Later...If you need the shower, feel free." -elsewhere- Kid: *snoring* stocking: *licks his earlobe* Kid: *eyes break open* "Wh-What?" stocking: morning, kiddo~<3 Kid: *shiny eyes* "You're home!" *hug* stocking: yeah. *hug* i just had to drop someone off on a mission. but im home now~ kirika: 'bout time. he cried himself to sleep, you know. Kid: o_____O "I DID NOT!" *spots pillow that is wet* "..." *tosses pillow away* stocking: *sighs and hugs him* Kid: ^\\\\^ *hug* stocking: its ok. im here now... Kid: "And we have catching up to do! How was the mission?" -elsewhere- Montgomery: *exiting her apartment* naomi: morning neighbor~ hope we werent too loud for you. Montgomery: "...'We'?" Tanizaki: Q~Q naomi: 737~ Montgomery: o______o "...Okay. No, you weren't loud..." *shudders, locks her door* "I have to get to work. Have a good day." -elsewhere- Benimaru: *holds up a gong--and strikes it* "Wake up..." shinra: WARK! O.O IM UP! Arthur: *leaps up in his boxers, sword in hand* "Bring forth the dragon!" Relan: *falls out of bed* "OW!" Benimaru: "..." *stares at Shinra* shinra: rel! you ok? D8 tamaki: whaaaat what is it? *in a unicorn kigurumi* Benimaru: "You have practice in one hour. Get breakfast and get ready to fight." *stares at Tamaki's outfit* "..." *walks away* Arthur: o\\\\o "BRAVE UNICORN! Let us go into battle! I will ride you to victory!" Relan: "I'm fine...What happened?" shinra: morning. that's what happened. tamaki: O///O G-GET OFF ME! >////<# Benimaru: *smacks Arthur in the forehead with a stick* "Down. Down." Arthur: X____X -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Maki, I'm almost done with the new weapon..." *tosses a collapsible metal rod to her* maki: ooh, neato. Vulcan: "The bottom of it has a flame pop out of it, which you can control for combat--or for flight. I call it the 'Broomstick.'" maki: ....kickass. Vulcan: "Start easy on it--I don't know how high you can fly on it." *wipes grease off onto his shirt* "...Damn." karin: he wanted to call it the 'boom'-stick, but that one was already done, haha. Vulcan: ^^; "I'm not one for originality..." *takes off his shirt* "Doc, how's the mech going?" -elsewhere- Black Star: *bite marks along his arm* -____-;;; *tosses a blood packet into a cooler* naho: sorry about last night. q.q Black Star: "It's fine. People get hungry. Hunger makes people do...things. Like biting people's arms..." naho: hehe ^^; Sakuya: "I guess we better stick to 'frozen dinner' for now..." *sips on a blood packet* -elsewhere- Giriko: *deep inhale* anna: O^O~? Giriko: *looks at Anna...smiles* "Sorry, kiddo...Just thinking about your...sister." anna: *seems she wants up* Giriko: *picks her up* "Like getting higher, huh?" -the door opens- arachne:.... Giriko: "...Arachne?" arachne:...*wipes tears as she takes a hold of anna* -a young lady enters the room- malaria:.....h-hey...dad. 7.7; Giriko: "..." Q~Q "..." *sniff* *waves Anna's hand at Malaria* "H-Hi..." anna: ^u^ malaria:...so this is my sister, huh? arachne: *nods* Giriko: "...This is Anna...Evangaline...This is your sister..." malaria:...*smiles slightly* hey kiddo. anna: eevee! eevee! Giriko: *sobbing* malaria:...hehe. *picks her up* arachne: *holding her daughters* Giriko: *big hug* -elsewhere- Yohei: *patting Toru's back* toru: *hic* =3= Yohei: "It'll be okay...Just let it out..." *rubs along his back* -elsewhere- atsushi: zzzzzz ???: hey. atsushi: hmm? -he's the only one in the room- atsushi: ???? *shrugs* *Text message light on his phone is blinking* atsushi: ??? *looks at phone* *Message from Kunikida* [busy work day. need you to keep an eye on dazai. don't let him do anything stupid(er than usual)] atsushi: *nods and gets up to get changed* ???: dont forget your grocery list. atsushi: ah, right. *puts that in his pocket and heads out*...... o.o wait....who the hell? *looks around. no one.* 0-0; Kyouka: *still asleep* "Zzz..." atsushi: *nudge* kyouka? time to wake up. Kyouka: *swings her arm up* "Nfff..." atsushi: .....*TICKLE ATTACK* Kyouka: o\\\\\o *swinging her arms, giggling* "St-Stop! This is t-t-t-tortuHA HA HA HA!" atsushi: success! Kyouka: =_= "Mean." -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: "What's on their training agenda today?" fang-hua: looks like an obstacle course... Tsukiyo: "Neat! I bet the Commander laid all kinds of traps." Victor: *suddenly pops up next to Fang-Hua* "But Shinra and the others will handle them!" fang-hua: GAH! O-O Tsukiyo: *ducks behind Fang-Hua* "Wh-Where did _you_ come from?" Victor: "The 8th! And I know even more difficult obstacles you should add to this course..." fang-hua: ^^; t-thats ok, really. Victor: *pouts, puts away bag of cartoonish-looking bombs* "Fine..." -3- Tsukiyo: "..." *whispers* "Dude is obviously evil." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *whistling* higuchi: morning. Chuuya: "Oh, hey! Feeling better?" higuchi: i think so. 7///7; Chuuya: "Well that's good." *smiles* "Happy to have you back at work." higuchi: well, cant be distracted now, right? Chuuya: "..." *nods* "Yeah...That's a challenge." -elsewhere- Yumi: "How did it go?" lord death: it was a success! huzzah! Yumi: *smiles* "Good. I would like a report." -elsewhere- Gopher: *tossing a ball at the wall* kirika: *got the bat out* ok, lets do this shit. kotone: *has the catcher's mit* Gopher: "Okay...Keep your eye on the ball!" *prepares...throws--* kirika: *glint* -KRRRACK- -right onto the roof- Gopher: *blink* "..." *summons wings* "I'll get it!" kotone: ....*light pout* -elsewhere- Jun: "Another vampire attack...Where did this one come from?" yumikage: around port town train station. Jun: "Let's head out that way, pick up clues." yumikage: *nods* hyakuya: .... -elsewhere- Shima: "Man...Dad and bros are pissed, we may have a traitor around..." madoka: that sounds pretty bad. izumo: that's because it is bad. unagi: *staaaaaare* Shima: *whispers* "And I keep feeling like someone is staring at me..." madoka: o.o~? Shima: *whispers* "Help me! I think someone is going to hurt me..." -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "21...22...I'm three dollars short." -elsewhere- Mori: *loud screaming* kouyou: ?? Mori: "I stubbed my toe!" TT~TT kouyou: how unfortunate. Mori: "And that stupid new secretary still isn't here yet..." kouyou: give the dear some time... Mori: *grumbles* "What else can go wrong?" -elsewhere- Anya: *walking back with groceries* licht: oh look hyde, it's your girlfriend. Hyde: O\\\\O *punches Licht's arm* "Dude, not so loud!" Anya: "L-Licht! H-Hi..." licht: hey anna. Anya: -\\\\- " 'Anya'--" Hyde: "Her name is Anya!" *smiles at Anya* "May I help you with your groceries~?" Anya: "...I'm fine." *smiles at Licht* "And how are you?" licht: as well as always, an angel is always fine. Anya: *swoons, falling back into Hyde's arms* "As you wish~" Hyde: .\\\\. *catches her* "..." *pushes her along towards her destination* romina: *in a red whale suit* well aint they just an entertaining bunch? julian: *in a pink whale suit* i suppose so... Anya: .___. "...Are those people in whale suits?" licht: yes. they're with us. Hyde: "Yo, help Anya with her groceries..." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "..." *looks outside* -fairly nice weather out today- Akutagawa: "..." ("Maybe a walk...") *stands and exits the building...* ???: just this for today Akutagawa: "???" -atsushi was purchasing something from a street vendor- Akutagawa: owo;;;; *sneaks through shadows towards street vendor* atsushi: *walking back to the agency* ???: be on your guard. you got someone tailing you. atsushi: ?!?! *turns to look* *No one is there* atsushi: aaaah! who are you and what do you want from me?! -no reply- atsushi: *running back* Akutagawa: *following in the shadows* ("Where is he going...?") -he went back to the agency building- Akutagawa: "..." *pouts* ("I should have talked to him...") -phone rings- Akutagawa: "???" *looks at the phone* -its a text- Akutagawa: *reads* -text from tachihara; yo akutagawa, where u @?- Akutagawa: [out for a walk] -elsewhere- Montgomery: *sighs* "Slow lunch hour..." -elsewhere, at school- Meme: *humming while writing a note* girl: *writing a letter* 'dearest mother, father, and brother. death city is just as i imagined it to be and then some. i look forward to beginning my school years here. perhaps i will meet our other brother here as well, as he did say he was living here now.' *she smiles* Meme: *glances* "Pardon me? I forgot to bring more paper..." -elsewhere- Giriko: TTwTT "I'm glad you're back..." -elsewhere- Kid: *holding his head* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "I said dodge." *launches another fire blast* -elsewhere- Akitaru: "Any updates from our trainees?" -elsewhere- Anya: "Well, thanks for dropping me off..." romina: aint a problem! Anya: "...The whale suits are cute." licht: it was kranz' idea. Anya: *smiles at Licht* "Really? I thought it may have been yours..." licht: i helped. Anya: "I knew it!" *pats his shoulder* -elsewhere- Vulcan: TT_TT -elsewhere- Ranpo: *spinning a top on his desk* atsushi: im back! Ranpo: "Did you bring back novels?!" Dazai: "Food?!" Kunikida: "Your paperwork?" atsushi: got everything right here. i even got extra urinal cakes. dont know why. Kunikida: "...Okay, that's an odd detail." ._.; atsushi: yeah, a voice in my head told me.....am i sick? Kunikida: "?!!!" Dazai: "...Did the voice tell you where I can find that special someone?" Ranpo: *pulls out notepad* "Did it tell you under which floor board is the sound of the beating heart?" atsushi: uhhh....nooo? ._.; Kunikida: "But you shouldn't be hearing a voice...Perhaps the doctor should check on you." -elsewhere- Sid: *checking security codes* -something watches from a hole in the wall- Sid: *taps keypad, opening a safe in the wall* yana: ?? Sid: *removes a set of files to reach for a small box, opening it to drop in what looks like a stone...* yana: oh? *Sid's phone rings...He locks the stone in the box, then locks the safe again and departs* -elsewhere- Free: "I'm back..." eruka: hey free. *smiles* Free: "Yo." *holds up bag* "Got the ice cream and the rest on your list." eruka: thanks. ^^ Free: "Feeling better?" -elsewhere- tsugumi: there's a new student living in the dorms now! Anya: "Oh?" tsugumi: yeah, she came here all the way from virginia! mio: then again, people come here from all over the globe, you and i included... Meme: "And Anya..." Anya: -____-;; Meme: "Did she move in okay?" tsugumi: i think so. seems she's used to the death city way of life already. she's even sending out messenger bats! Anya: "...That's not creepy in the least..." -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Anyone up for a drink?" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in fox form, watching the 8th* "???" -elsewhere- FD: *asleep at his keyboard* *snoring* zoey: *asleep with her head on his lap like a dog* yana:...that's f*cked up. FD: *snort* "H-Huh...?" *spots Yana* "...Yo." -morning- Rin: *yawns, exiting his room* madoka: *yaaaawn* morning... Rin: *smiles, waves* "Morning...Sleep okay?" madoka: yeah. mrs suguro let me borrow some sleeping clothes. Rin: "...Surprised she wears anything when sleeping..." madoka: ^^; Rin: "Glad she's looking out for you, though. How's training?" shura: *looks shocked* they are similar....how the fuck....how are they like that? *muttering* Rin: "??? Um...Shura? What's up?" shura: IDIDNTDOANYTHINGIMFINEOKAYJEEZ!! madoka: o,o; -elsewhere- Kid: *tossing in bed...* stocking: *hug* Kid: *eyes break open, as he makes a loud gasp...he sees her...he steadies his breath but shivers* stocking: shhh, its ok... Kid: *nod nod* "S-Sorry...A dream..." -elsewhere- atsushi: seems we have another pre-class today. Kyoka: "Oh. What is on the agenda?" atsushi: just more looking around. ???: also your friend kunikida has a birthday tomorrow, so make sure to get him something. Kyoka: "Very well. It will help to know where all classes are..." atsushi: right. Kyoka: "...Is your mind on something else?" atsushi: we need to pick something up for kunikida's birthday. Kyoka: "Oh. Forgot." Montgomery: *walking through the hall* ???: look alive kid, your girlfriend's outside. atsushi: e-EH?! o////o Montgomery: "Yo, Tiger!" atsushi: good morning lucy! Montgomery: "Hey." *looks at Kyoka* "...Snow Girl." Kyoka: "Doll Girl." Montgomery and Kyoka: *stare* atsushi: so, are you coming to classes with us today? owo; Montgomery: "Yeah, got roped into it. Wonder what my homeroom is..." -in class- girl: ..... Kyoka: "???" atsushi: *listening to the lesson* Montgomery: *writing a note...* Teacher: "That led to the arrest of the head of the crime family..." atsushi: *writing down notes* Montgomery: *sighs, staring at the wall* "..." Teacher: "And who knows who took over the crime family?" atsushi: *raising head* the former head of the port town mafia. Teacher: "Correct! Your name, please?" atsushi: atsushi nakajima, ma'am! -silence- atsushi:.....*sweats* Teacher: o__o "...Aren't you..." atsushi:....*ahem* *sits back down* carry on. ._.; Montgomery: *whispers* "They seemed...surprised." atsushi: *trying to focus on studying, embarrassed* Kyoka: *whispers at Montgomery* "Stop bothering him and study yourself." Montgomery: >___< -at lunch- girl: excuse me....i heard you tell fortunes? Kana: "Indeed." girl: do you think there is a chance of me finding love in this town? Kana: *holds out two cards* "Choose." girl: *she picks one* Kana: *holds out...the Lovers* girl: the lovers card! Kana: "Fortune smiles upon you." girl: *beaming* how will i know what they look like? Kana: "Be observant of the signs.” girl: i shall! Kana: "Good luck with your endeavors. Beware of false signs..." girl: *nods* Kyoka: *eating* =w= ???: you've been doing a good job, looking after her. atsushi: (thank you, mysterious voice in my head) ???: you've gotten used to it, i see. atsushi: (well, i've had all sorts of crazy shit happening to me this summer? so why not add schizophrenia to the list?!) ???: im no stranger to sarcasm, kid. Montgomery: "You going to finish those fries, Atsushi?" atsushi: oh, um. did you want any? Montgomery: "Yeah..." girl: *staring at her glass, observing the tea leaves* Kyoka: "??? Is the tea that good?" girl: hmm? oh, yes. im just doing some tea leaf reading. Kyoka: "...I never get to do that." girl: hopefully by doing this, i will be able to find love in this town. Kyoka: "Oh. You're one of those." girl: oh? one of what? Kyoka: "Love-obsessed teeny-boppers." atsushi: kyouka! D8 girl: eh? Kyoka: *sips her own tea* =_= Montgomery: *suppressing a laugh* atsushi: ^^; dont mind her. she can be blunt, but she's actually really nice. Kyoka: -_-# "I am positively delightful." girl: ^^;....ah! something's coming up! girl: a notebook... 'ADA'. atsushi: ah! right! we have to get kunikida his gift! girl: may i accompany you? Kyoka: "...???" atsushi: um...sure? i guess? Montgomery: "..." Kyoka: "..." Montgomery and Kyoka: "We're going, too." -and so- Kunikida: "...Shouldn't you be in school?" atsushi: classes finished up for today. girl: *glances at the notebook* !! Kunikida: "...Why are there more of you students now then the ones who left?" *counts Atsushi and Kyoka...then sees Montgomery* "Oh, you're here, too." Montgomery: -_____- girl: .////. Kunikida: "??? Why is there another student here, Atsushi? Who is she?" atsushi: she's a new student at the school. Kunikida: "So, you're bringing your new friends to work now?" atsushi: well. girl: i insisted sir! .////. Kunikida: "...'Sir'? Who are you?" girl: just call me rowena. ranpo: atsushiiii did you bring snacks? oh, did ya add another girl to your harem? atsushi: IT'S NOT A HAREM! D8> Kyoka: "..." *pulling out a knife* Montgomery: >\\\\\< "Shut your stupid face, Detective!" girl: i have no interest in this boy. mr kunikida though.... *small blush* ranpo: wait a sec, something seems familiar here.....hmmmmm....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......*glasses out* oho! so that's who she is! rowena: eh? ranpo: yeah, she's none other than- *The door slams open--crushing someone* Poe: "RANPO! The new book--it is finished!" ranpo: dude, i was in the middle of something! rowena: ??... !!! Poe: "But what could you be in the middle of that is less important than...than..." *spots Rowena...and drops the book on the foot of whoever he crushed with the door* atsushi: *YELP* OW! kirako: O.O atsushi are you alright? Kyoka and Montgomery: *glaring at Poe--Kyoka has a knife, Montgomery has taken a stapler from Kunikida's desk* Poe: *ignoring them* "R-Ro-Rowen-Rowen-a-a-a-a-a?!" rowena: brother?! atsushi:....wait what? Kyoka: "???" Montgomery: "!!! Is this like a soap opera?" ranpo: yeah, i was about to say she's poe's lil sis.....*stares at poe* ya ruined it. ya ruined the moment, moment ruiner. atsushi: *looks* huh, they do look kinda similar...sorta. Poe: Q~Q "It-It's not my fault, Ranpo! She's my sister! Of course I'm going to greet her." *beat* *looks at her* "Hi." rowena: i heard you were in the city, but i didnt think i'd see you this soon. how's karl? Poe: owo "Well! I left him at work with his new friend--" --Elsewhere-- Jacqueline: "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" --Elsewhere-- Poe: "...She likes him." rowena: oh? where are you working these days? kirako: *already getting the tea out* Poe: "Library. You're starting school here?" rowena: *she nods* -elsewhere- Bakugo: *his arm is in a sling* -____-; mrs bakugo: who did you piss off this time? Bakugo: "He tried to take my lunch money...If you think I look bad, you should see how he looks." -elsewhere- Relan: *kicking at the scarecrow* "Take that! And that! And that!!!" shinra: you're doing great! Relan: .w. *turns, looks* "Thanks! I think--" *the scarecrow bounces back, knocking down Relan* fang-hua: careful, there's rebound on those. shinra: rel! are you ok? Relan: *stunned, nose bleeding just a bit* "...Yeah." shinra: *giving him some tissues* Relan: "Thanks..." *smiles at Shinra* "At least I didn't cry this time..." shinra: *smiles* im proud of you. Relan: "...Okay, now you're going to make me cry." ^^ tamaki: ugh, get a room. shinra: *glares at tamaki* -elsewhere- atsushi: so miss, rowena? what brings you to start classes at the DWMA. rowena: i've been hoping to expand my horizons beyond the schoolings of my tutors. im also hoping to learn more on literature and the occult. ranpo: wow, she really is like her bro. Poe: ^^ "So proud." rowena: ^^ i've been staying at the girl's dormitory. still unpacking my belongings. i was actually planning on visiting you once i settled in. anything new happen to you recently? Poe: "Aside from working at the library? Well, I worked for a guild for a bit. Capture a few people in my book--" yosano: -_-; rowena: ah yes, i think you mentioned this 'guild' in your letters home. ranpo: wait, people still write letters? Poe: "IT IS A DELICATE ART!" atsushi: *sweatdrop* Poe: *ahem* "Sister, were these people kind to you?" rowena: *she nods* the boy though...ive started to notice an aura around him. atsushi: a what now? Poe: "Oh, you're picking up on something?" rowena: perhaps you've been hearing something? atsushi: i have been hearing a weird voice in my head...why? rowena: oho! it just so happens i brought this with me! *pulls a small ouija board from her bag* atsushi:.....what is that? Poe: "Ouija board. Rowena is very good with them." atsushi: ._.; (thinking: is their whole family like this?) Kunikida: *closes the blinds, turns off the lights* rowena: is there anyone here? -the planchette moves to 'yes'- Kyoka: "Ooooooo..." atsushi: are you going to kill me? -it moves to 'no'- Kyoka and Montgomery: *sigh of relief* atsushi: just who are you? - 'O-D-A-S-A-K-U' - atsushi: odasaku? Poe: "??? Huh..." Kunikida: "!!!" rowena: is that all you wanted to know? atsushi: yeah.... -after finishing the session, and poe and rowena left- atsushi: odasaku....who even is that? Kunikida: "...God." atsushi: are you telling me im having religious voices in my head? Kunikida: "You don't know the name of the former head of the Mafia?" atsushi: O_O;;;; Kunikida: "Well, that's not who Odasaku was." Montgomery: *falls out of her chair* "THEN WHY DID YOU SAY IT?!" atsushi: so who was this person? Kunikida: "A Mafia hitman...and Dazai's friend." atsushi: ...oh....where is dazai right now? Kunikida: "Out on an errand..." atsushi:.....should i tell him? Kunikida: "...Gauge how he's feeling. I think this will be a bit much for him..." atsushi:...*nods*....i think...you and this odasaku would have gotten along well. Kunikida: "???" atsushi:....*shakes head* just a feeling, i guess. *The door is kicked open* atsushi: ?! Dazai: "Hello!" *he has a hand print on his face* atsushi: O-O; DID YOU GET THE DOLL?! Dazai: "Nope! This hot woman was really into me! Then I suggested the suicide pact and she slapped me! Best day ever!" atsushi: *sweatdrop* *facepalm* odasaku: glad to see his eye is doing better. Dazai: "So, what's up?” atsushi: how's your eye? Dazai: "??? ...Fine? I mean, I should buy some drops..." *blinks* atsushi: .....well, its getting pretty late now. Dazai: "Eh, not that late. Bars are still open..." atsushi: ....im not really of drinking age. Dazai: "Hmm...Guess I got paperwork to finish anyway..." *sits at Kunikida's desk* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "Where to next?" higuchi: we had some vagrants hiding out in one of our storehouses. mori asked us to clear them out. Akutagawa: "Doesn't sound too difficult..." *walks ahead of her* higuchi:...*inhales, then sighs* Akutagawa: "...It's still on your mind." higuchi: ryunosuke? Akutagawa: "What you had asked me...about any attraction I could have for you." higuchi: ..... Akutagawa: "I'm sorry that at this time I cannot reciprocate." higuchi:....right...*frowns* Akutagawa: "...Can we still work together?" higuchi: of course. that's what partners do, right? *faint smile* Akutagawa: *nods* "I will watch your back..." -elsewhere- Benimaru: "You were less horrible than yesterday." shinra: thank you....i think. kirei: i brought over some daifuku for everyone. Arthur: *bumps all over his head* X___X shinra: OuO thank's ma'am! Relan: *nods* "Thank you..." kirei: ^^ *small fox following...* shinra: ?? hey lil guy. Fox: ^^ *nods* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *sips* gin: .... Chuuya: "??? Something on your mind?" gin:.....made plans for later today. Chuuya: "Good plans?" gin:....you could say that. Chuuya: *smiles* "Glad to hear. You seem so busy with work all the time." gin:...*phone buzzes* that's my cue to go now. later. Chuuya: "Oh. Well, see ya..." Q: one shot'a whisky please! Chuuya: "?!!! Oh, no you don't!" bartender: *hands a refil of wine to chuuya, and gives Q one shot of orange juice.* Q: TnT *sips* Chuuya: *nods* "Thank you." *slips a $20 tip* -elsewhere- Bon: *tossing stones over the pond* madoka: so this is the inari shrine? konekomaru: *nods* madoka: wow! *taking pics* Rin: "Neat! Um...Can we take pictures here?" izumo: its fine. its a popular tourist destination, after all Shima: "Who all works here?" -elsewhere- Kid: *sets down a milkshake with two straws* stocking: hehe~ Kid: *smiles* "I know it's corny..." stocking: still, it's adorable. just like you~ Kid: ^\\\\^ "I added the crunched chocolate, too. And homemade syrup..." stocking: *smooooooch~* Kid: "!!!" *smooch* stocking: love you~<3 Kid: "Love you, too..." *sip on milkshake* -elsewhere- Belkia: *hanging upside down in a strait jacket* "...Okay. Lower me into the pirhana tank." -elsewhere, in the middle of the night- Dazai: "..." *sips his water, looking at the sky* -looks like rain soon- Dazai: "...And me without an umbrella..." Chuuya: *walking around the corner* Dazai: "...Chuuya?" Chuuya: "..." *doesn't look at him, but stops walking* "..." Dazai: "...You look shorter." Chuuya: "...You're still an asshole." Dazai: "...Want a drink? Chuuya: "..." *feels raindrop hits his nose* "..." -soon, the raindrops start falling- Chuuya: "..." *hunches his shoulders...shivers* Dazai: "...Get inside. Come on. I know where the good stuff is that Kunikida hides..." Chuuya: "..." Dazai: "..." *pulls him inside* -inside the building- Dazai: "Pull up a seat!" Chuuya: *lies on the couch* Dazai: "..." *sighs* "Sit up...Brandy will help you out." -everyone else has gone home for the day- Dazai: *pulls out Kunikida's bottle, pours two for him and Chuuya* "...Rain's coming down hard." Chuuya: *takes the glass* "Always does." Dazai: "..." *sips* "...Hey. Remember that night, when the building lost power?" Chuuya: "...Could see the stars all throughout town." Dazai: *sips* "It was pretty. Never got to see that in cities..." Chuuya: "...That was a different time." Dazai: *drops himself on the couch, leaning back* "Doesn't have to be..." Chuuya: "???" Dazai: *holds a remote, presses a button...and little bits of light appear on the ceiling* Chuuya: "???" Dazai: *smiles* "Star projector. Wanted to use it tomorrow to torture Kunikida." Chuuya: "...Shut up and look at the stars." *sips the brandy* Dazai: *smirks* -elsewhere- -a small mouse is roaming through the DWMA records room- yana: lets see what we got here.... ???: "Akane, come on! That's not fair!" yana: hmm? -the small mouse hides out of sight- akane: oho~ jealous much? Clay: "Not even! I just don't think it's fair to me when I have to do more of the work..." yana: ... Clay: "Can't you take this shift? What kind of date do you even have?" akane: family obligations. Clay: "..." *sighs* "Fine. Go. I'll take over." akane: i'll pay you back then. *smiles and exits* Clay: *grumbles, sits at desk...taps his fingers* 5-L: *observing* Clay: *pulls out a file* "Don't know what Sid intends to do with the stone...But if the witches knew about it..." yana: *raises a brow* Clay: "They'd lose it...A stone that transmutes..." yana:....hmmm.... Clay: *sighs, leans back in chair--and falls out* "Ow!" yana: *snickers* Clay: *looks around* "...I hope no one saw that..." yana: hehehe... <what a yutz> -elsewhere- Konro: "How was training?" kabuki: they're improving, little by little. Konro: "That's good to hear...Who do you think is coming along the most?" kabuki: they all are, in their own ways. though young yu and miss kotatsu seem to have the most experience. Konro: "While Shinra, Arthur, and Relan have a bit to go..." kabuki: *nods* miss hirano as well. Konro: "Hmm...Is the Commander pushing them too far?" -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Odd experience." atsushi: ....not sure how all i feel about today... Kyoka: "It is a weighty responsibility. Sleep may help present answers." atsushi:...ok... *laying down, feeling drained and numb* ..... *staring up at the ceiling* Kyoka: "...Good night." *turns off the lights* atsushi:....night......*still staring up at the ceiling, watching as car lights drive past the window, casting lights on the ceiling* ...... Kyoka: *crawls into her bed...* "Zzz..." atsushi:.......*glancing over at his calendar* <"Kunikida's Birthday" is marked on the calendar> atsushi:....*glances up* atsushi:......*drifting off to sleep* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *snores* gin: *entering the house, quietly* Akutagawa: *asleep on the couch, turns over* -dazai's apartment- Dazai: =w= *pushes the door, enters* "Sleepy bed time..." -no reply- Dazai: *collapses on bed, hugging his pillow* "So soft..." -morning- Sakuya: *making pancakes* naho: can i have rabbit shaped? OuO Sakuya: *smiles* "On it!" *starts molding one* Higan: *yawn* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *looking up at the ceiling* "..." mito: *laying on his chest* zzzz Chuuya: "..." *pets Mito* "Be nice to see stars again..." mito *purrs* Chuuya: *smiles* "..." ("I miss you, Mito...") -elsewhere- Arthur: *bruised and bloodied* x___x tamaki: D8> Arthur: "He's stronger than he looks..." @~@ "How did he block with just his bare hands...?" shinra: years of training i guess. Arthur: TT~TT "Merlin was born old and aged backwards, so that when he was my physical age he was already of immense power...Why can't I..." Relan: *whispers* "He thinks...Merlin is a real person..." *facepalm* shinra: i think he might have special needs....maybe. Relan: "...I shouldn't be making fun of him, then..." Arthur: *sits up* "...Maybe...*groan* some food..." -elsewhere- Bon: *sitting alone* konekomaru:....bon? i got you some taiyaki. Bon: "...Thanks." *takes it...slowly eats* konekomaru:....you ok? Bon: "...What the hell was Dad thinking?" konekomaru: im not sure.... Bon: "I feel like I should have seen this coming..." konekomaru: maybe he has a reason? Bon: "A reason to hide all of this from me? From you?" konekomaru: ....i dont know. Bon: "...Next time I talk with Dad...I'm finding out what he's hiding." -elsewhere- Poe: ^^ karl: ouo~? Poe: "Guess who's back, Karl?" karl: o.o~? Poe: "Rowena!" karl: OuO *tail wagging* Poe: "And we'll be meeting for lunch! And you're coming!" *claps his hands* karl: ^o^ -elsewhere- Stein: "How are you feeling?" patient: better now. *streeetch* Stein: "Good. Appendicitis is no fun. Glad we got to you in time." *holds up appendix in jar* patient: =u= *faints* Stein: "...Huh. Most people like seeing their infected organs removed." -elsewhere- Hyde: *juggling balls* -elsewhere- Kid: "...Where did my suits go?" kirika: dont you have like, 7 billion? *wearing one of said suits. with one of the sleeves ripped off* Kid: "I have 888, all of which are missing, and you just happen TO BE WEARING ONE OF THEM WITH THE SLEEVE RIPPED OFF!" kirika: relax, they're being pressed. Kid: "...Oh. ...I assume symmetrically?" kirika: yeah yeah. Kid: "...Thank you. I am sorry for yelling at you." kirika: eh, im used to it. Kid: "...I...don't think you should be..." kirika: nyeh? Kid: "I mean, yelling at someone is...rude. And it was unwarranted for me to do so." kirika: i guess...then again, i do mess with you a lot. but that's just the kind of person i am, i guess. *shrugs* Kid: "I didn't grow up with siblings...Maybe such antagonism and teasing is something I would have been used to if I grew up with one." kirika:......yeah....i guess.....then maybe you wouldnt be such a hardass either~ Kid: "...I suppose not." ^^# -elsewhere- Anya: "Hmm...Where is it..." ao: looking for something? Anya: "I must have lent it...I had a pen that someone borrowed..." ao: oh? what does it look like? Anya: "It has a bear topper...White." ao: oh, a polar bear? Anya: "I...suppose so." -elsewhere- Black Star: *passes out sodas* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "...Do you think I'm being too difficult on them?" fang-hua: maybe just a smidgeon. Tsukiyo: *snort* " 'Smidgeon.' You sound like an old person..." Konro: "Maybe direct the lessons...?" fang-hua: me? o.o; Tsukiyo: *nod nod* Benimaru: "It may help. Get Arthur to wake up--he's been passed out." Tsukiyo and Konro: ("Because you keep clubbing him in the head...") -_-;; -elsewhere- -pop pop- atsushi: happy birthday, kunikida! Kunikida: *has a party hat put on him by Dazai* "...I said no parties. Why did you allow this, Brat?" atsushi: well, we all wanted to do this. Kunikida: "...Thanks. I'll take a present now." -elsewhere- Giriko: *holding out muffins* -elsewhere- Meme: *looks at 3DS* "What you have on there?" -elsewhere- lana: *sorting files* *someone rings the hotel bell* lana: yes? may i help yo- Higan: "We'd like a room." lana: ah, right this way. -elsewhere- Hibana: *picks up the bed* gabriella: *vacuuming under it* Hibana: "Really got to teach our little princess not to roll cereal under the bed..." -elsewhere- Mori: *puts on his doctor's coat* elise: come oooon we're gonna be laaaate >n< Mori: "I'm hurrying~" ^^ *follows* "Ready?" elise: ^u^ *nods* Mori: "We'll finish our errands--but first, I needed to--" ???: HEY BOSS MAN! maaay have crashed your car. Mori: .____.;;;;; "...What?" naoya: *chewing gum* yeeeah, driving isnt my strong suit. Mori: "...My beautiful car!" Q~Q "HOOOOW?!" naoya: long story short, i suck at driving. *blowing a bubble* whups. Mori: *turning red* "...I am GOING TO PULL THE MONEY FOR THAT CAR OUT OF YOUR ASS!" naoya: and maybe you can pull your head out of yours. elise: *snickering* Mori: "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I COULD FIRE YOU!" naoya: seems you could use all the help you could get after the robo incident. or would'ya rather send be back with the black lizard? Mori: "..." *grumbles* "Just...Just get back to work..." naoya: *shrugs and does so* -elsewhere- Sakuya: *looking under the sink* "Yuck...Looks like pipe is breaking..." tsubaki: i'll call a plumber in then. Sakuya: "Good plan. I--" Belkia: "I can fix it!" -elsewhere- Emine: *his feet are sticking up...out of the backyard* -elsewhere- Iida: *rotating his shoulder* mama iida: how are you feeling, tenya? Iida: "Sore. Work-out was a bit more than expected." -elsewhere- Yumi: D: "Shiori! shiori: ^o^ *covered in peanut butter* Yumi: "...Okay, first--" *takes out phone, snaps pics* "Second, I'm figuring out who let you get into that. And third, bathtime." shiori: ^u^ Yumi: *picks up Shiori* "Ugh...And I'm going to need to put my clothes in the washer..." -elsewhere- Dazai: =w= "So much cake..." yosano: *has tucked kenji in* Kenji: *smiles in his sleep* Kyoka: *sipping punch* -u- odasaku: glad to see dazai didnt try to piggyback ride anyone this time. atsushi: i guess. ^^; Kunikida: "You say something?" atsushi: hmm? just thinking. ^^;; Kunikida: *nods* "..." *opens his notebook* atsushi:....*notices dazai exiting* dazai? Dazai: *freezes, looks over* "...Wha?" atsushi: heading out? Dazai: "Well, I didn't want to be the guy who's the last to leave the party..." atsushi: ah....going anywhere in particular or... Dazai: "Just...off to see someone." atsushi: ....is this a private thing or....? Dazai: "... No..." atsushi: did you want me to go with you? Dazai: "...Whatever." *starts to leave* atsushi:......*follows* Dazai: *leads him...to cemetery* atsushi:...... odasaku:....... Dazai: *approaches tombstone* "...Hey." atsushi:....*stomach drops* -Sakunosuke Oda- odasaku:.... Dazai: "Lying down on the job, huh?" atsushi: *just standing there* Dazai: "Ha ha...J-Just kidding...Sorry I didn't get here last week. Things get crazy..." atsushi:....*shaking slightly* Dazai: "...Crazy that I feel like you're here right now...But that's just my protégé back there--" *thumbs at Atsushi* atsushi: *tears falling* Dazai: *looks back* "??? ...Atsushi?" atsushi: !! *wipes eyes* d-dont mind me... Dazai: "..." *smiles, pats the tombstone, as if putting a hand on a shoulder* "See? He'd be lost without me." atsushi: ..... Dazai: "...I miss you. I'm sorry." atsushi:....*hug* dazai...i think....he's proud of you. Dazai: "..." *sniff* atsushi:.... odasaku:....*pats dazai's shoulder*....*small smile* Dazai: *slight shiver at the touch, turning around* "???" -its only atsushi there- Dazai: "...Weird..." atsushi:..this...*gulp* this a friend of yours? Dazai: "...The best." atsushi: ....ah... Dazai: "..." *pulls out a small set of flowers...* atsushi: .... Dazai: "...Hey, Atsushi. You hungry?" atsushi:...a little... Dazai: "Let's go to a diner..." *pats the tombstone* "Until next time..." odasaku:...*smiles* you're doing a good job, dazai. atsushi:.....*follows him, looking at gravestones. including one that reads 'Mito 'Rain' Kosaka'* Dazai: *stops at that one* "...He's hanging on, Mito." atsushi: ?? Dazai: *pats Atsushi* "Come on..." atsushi: ..... *follows* -elsewhere-