#me? crying over mizu? it's more likely than you think

[mashmouths]

ringo's first violent act with a knife being the first violent act he ever saw mizu do..... protecting akemi the way mizu protected him..........

[themoonitselff]

Okay but just imagine Mizu getting dominated by her s/o and feeling that safe she can actually let her femenine side out.

Very explicit nsfw under the cut. (afab reader)

The taste of her lips against yours was already making your thighs warm and wet, her hands were already searching for the sweet points in your body that makes you jolt and whimper for more, but this time was different. You wanted to make her feel different.

Since she's always manhandling you, always taking care of you, always pleasuring your needs, sometimes she gets really stressed by the thoughts of responsibility, like, she needed a break, a release from all the pain and suffering in this path full of blood. You were thinking about this since last week, and you just couldn't stand there again and let her do all the job. Not again.

Before she could take your kimono down, you took her hands gently, stopping her, your gaze connected with her as you whisper “Let me take control of this, tonight is all about you.” Your voice immediately made her relax, but it still was weird for her since she had this icanmakeeverythingbymyown mindset in her head.

She saw you getting on your knees as you sat her in a rock, in front of a waterfall, in the middle of the night, where the only expectator was the moon. “Hey, you don't have t-”

“But I want to. ” You replied, taking her pants off, she denied at first, scared of what could have happened, what could possibly put you and her in danger and that she cannot do anything about it. It's not like she treats you like a stupid young child that doesn't know how to take care of their self, in fact, Mizu thinks you're amazing at fighting when the situation merits it, your thin blade passes through the enemies bodies like it's a leaf, you're talented, but when she started falling in love with you, she had this need to protect you and own you, because she wants you to calm and not endure, like her. Now it's the other way around.

You place her hand in your head, as your mouth sinks in her arousal, your tongue gently caressed her clit, it was pumping against your lips as you kissed it with an indescribable romance, you were actually enjoying it, your pussy was like a water slide.

The sense of your tongue against her body made her change mind instantly, her hand pushed you deeper in her core, the moans that were low, raspy and groaning at first now were sweet and high pitched, her head tilted back as she just stopped being so hard like a rock and let herself just enjoy the moment, her hips moving into your mouth like wanting more, as you smiled against her lower lips.

“You're so beautiful when your off guard.” You babbled between her legs, your mouth left her throbbing cunt to make some kisses and hickeys on her crotch, your ears were hearing and orchest of whimpers and moans, at this point, she sounded like a woman fallen from heaven, and whatever you were doing, she was satisfied with it, more than satisfied, grateful.

“Keep doing it.. You're so fucking good at this-” She demanded, it was so cute you couldn't believe it, Mizu can be very submissive when it comes to.

Your ears now were hearing a wonderful orchest of whimpers and moans, they were so loud you had to get up and kiss her passionately to get her mouth shut, you tongues were dancing roughly, eating each other, it was so erotic you couldn't believe it. You? Making the cold Mizu whimper and cry for you?

“Come here, let me feel you closer.” You hummed.

“ I'll regret this later- Fuck! ” She panted in your mouth.

Mizu's legs were now hugging your waist, her hand was scratching your back and the other supporting her weight in the rock, you thrusted into her a bit rough until you felt her squirting all over your arm and a bit of your kimono, she was breathing hard against your lips, panting and squeezing your fingers full of her cum.

You stayed like this, close to her, your foreheads touched each other as Mizu and you closed your eyes, recovering from action, then you laughed a bit and pulled your fingers off, just to taste them later. “I told you this night was about you. ”

“I-.. ” She hided her face, trying to get back her pride. “Just shut the fuck up.” Mizu pulled you back again to her lips, kissing you like feral.

Maybe you could start being her stress-releaser since now.

[f3r4lfr0gg3r]

i’ve never requested hcs before so please bare with me 😭 if you could do some hurt and comfort hcs for mizu i would cry..like maybe you end up getting caught in the middle of a fight and get hurt so she ends up having to save you, i always see it where you take care of mizu after a fight but not the other way around. hopefully this makes sense!

Let Me Care for You

Mizu/Reader | Soft Angst/Fluff | GN! Reader | Romantic

Summary: Headcannons for what it'd be like for Mizu to tend your injuries for once as you've done for her time and time again..

AN: Trying out new formatting, hope you guys like the change! Btw I didn't know if you wanted to reference the many fics of reader caring for Mizu in the anon request so I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted, but I hope you still enjoy it!

- You've always been the one to tend to Mizu, worrying over her and her health despite so little she seemed to care for herself at times

- For that, she never understood...why did you care so much? Why put all of that energy into her well being? At first, Mizu was off put by such actions, finding it peculiar with how little she was treated well in her life, especially when you stayed the same after you got a good look at her eyes..

- Your kindness intrigued her, as you even extended your hand to her, you extended your hand to her and her oni ways and showed immeasurable amounts of concern in her times of need.

- Despite how she tried to push you away from first, what first seemed to her as annoying smothering came to be great comfort...

- So to see the person who brought on such..in pain and injured gave her so much fear. To think there could even be the possibility of losing you, to lose the one bit of comfort and vulnerablity she allowed in her life, made Mizu livid.

- Despite her stone cold look, she was genuinely a bit frantic, scared, and down right pissed off once she saw you were wounded, ending the fight as soon as she could with the new fury lit inside her from such emotions.

- Once all who threatened your safety were dead, Mizu hurried to inspect your injuries while lecturing you on how you should've been more careful and ran away when she told you to...showing you how she worried in her own way.

- While stitching you up she'd tell you to sit still so it wouldn't hurt so much and probably be a bit harsh but only to hide her concern. You could tell though from how her eyes gazed upon you and her soft touches that she was truly trying to make it as bearable as possible.

- After it was sure that all your wounds were bandaged up, Mizu would be a little softer and even a bit more protective than usual for the next few days. She'd instinctively hold you close in crowded areas and always ask if you're alright.

- Her skepticism of people who come near you two would probably heighten (if that is even possible)

- Even though you could recall how many times she'd complain about how you'd tend to her and force her to rest unnecessarily, Mizu would do the same. She'd even try to feed you before reassure her enough that you're fine, anything to help you heal faster.

- Overall, a Mizu that cares enough about you to care for you is one that'll tire herself worrying despite how much she tries to hide it!

Woo-hoo! One request done, hope it was good because I'm still getting the hang of this. Sorry if it's a bit short because I feel like it could've been longer but I think it's all good :)

《♡》 Written by @f3r4lfr0gg3r

[costelloschoice]

Buddah Lovaz -Modern!Mizu x fem!reader -warnings: weed smoking, nsfw, fingering, sub Mizu -based off my me being stoned and wanting Mizu

-if you know where the title is from ily <3 -minors dni or I'll eat you -reblogs and comments are appreciated :]

You invited your girlfriend over to smoke after finals were over.

Mizu didn't smoke as often. Smoking sometimes made her nervous which made you babysit her. You didn't mind but she did. But after this week? Yeah, she needs a break and a good ass joint to smoke.

Your roommate left for holiday early, leaving space for you to bring Mizu over. You received a text from your girlfriend that she would be over in 15 minutes. This gave you enough time to prepare for your girlfriend coming over for you to smoke out.

As you were picking the stems off the nuggets, you heard a knock. You got up from your bed and went to the door. Smiling, you saw Mizu holding a bag of snacks and drinks like you requested. "Hey baby.." you said, smiling as she kissed you and stepped inside, "How was your swordsman class?" you asked, bringing her inside your room and closing the door.

She gave you a look, the look you knew when she was completely over something. "It was so annoying...Taigen thinks he's better than he actually is, and my mom keeps trying to text me," she groaned, setting the bag down on your bed. You frowned and hugged her from behind. You were aware of her relationship with her mother, the nights Mizu would cry to you, her head in your lap, over her texts triggering bad feelings from years ago. She hated she was this way, but was grateful to have you.

"Don't worry about that baby, we're gonna clear our minds tonight and chill out," you promised and smiled, kissing her cheek. Mizu smiled before settling herself on your bed, viewing your rolling tray and grinder.

Mizu couldn't put her finger on it, but it was relaxing watching you prepare everything. Watching you carefully pick out the stems, breaking the large weed nugget into small pieces, seeing you grind up the weed into a dust. You smiled as you packed the weed careful into a pre-rolled joint.

"Is that the new joint paper you were talking about? The pink ones?" she asked, making you nod. Seeing you pack it made her a tad nervous, not in a freaking out way, but in a way of 'I'm actually going to do this'.

“Mhmm…” You nodded, smiling as you packed it fully. The both of you sat against your headboard, grabbing your lighter. She smiled as you lit the joint and started to inhale. As you pulled away, smoke came from the joint, making it look more exciting. You exhaled, taking about hit. As you exhaled, Mizu took the joint from you, taking her first shit.

Pass after pass, pieces of clothing went missing. The both of you sat in your bed scrolling through tiktok, kissing and joking. As you took off your pants, showing off your matching panty and bra. Mizu was already stripped from her clothes from her swordsman class.

As she scrolled through tiktok, she felt you snuggled against her. “Baby…my tummy feels light,” she mumbled as your hand rested on her stomach. Mizu felt..funny.

Munchies maybe? Nah, she ate plenty. Tired? nah…Horny? Yes.

“Aww, you need to lay down baby?”You asked, making her shake her head. You raised your eyebrow, making her bit her bottom lip. Mizu set her phone down, moving your hand closer to her panties, “Here…” she mumbled, feeling her stomach flutter as she rests your clothed pussy.

“Oh…you’re horny baby?” you asked, making her nod and whimper. You chuckled and smiled, “Poor baby..” you said, you fingers applying pressure to her cunt.

Mizu whimpered, watching you run her clothed pussy. The way your middle finger rubbed in circles for her clit felt amazing. She tried to cover her mouth, but you quickly stopped her, holding her other hand.

As your hand snaked inside her panties, she spread her legs wider. Her small breathes turned into moans as she watched and felt you rub her clit, “Baby…please don’t tease me..” she said, watching you smirk.

Your fingers working her wet pussy and rubbing her hard clit felt amazing. Yes, it always felt amazing. But while high? It was a whole new feeling of pleasure. It felt like she was in another extrasolar plane while being pleasured.

She held onto you as you began to finger her, her warm cunt wrapped around your fingers. She lifted her sports bra over her breast, giving you access to suck on her nipple. That made her louder, leaning her head back.

As you fingers worked her g-spot, she moaned, “B-Baby! Fuck please!…Please make me cum,” Mizu whined, blushing at the sound of you fucking your fingers into her.

You soon slipped off her panties, giving you more space to finger her. She whimpered as you bit her g-spot, soon making her moan loudly. The view of your hand fucking her made her breath shorten and toes curl.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she shouted, breathing heavily. “I-I’m going to cum! Fuck yes baby!” she moaned, her voice being able to be heard from outside the hallways. You couldn’t care less if you would be reported, Mizu couldn’t care either. Everyone else is loud, so can you guys can be loud as well.

She tensed up, gripping the sheets as she came. It felt so different. It felt spectacular. Your fingers worked an orgasm out of her, squelching noises as your worked her pussy. She looked at you, kiss you quickly. Mizu moaned into the kiss, whimpering as you pull your fingers out, “Open up baby..” you said, Mizu listening and sticking her tongue out. She took your fingers into her mouth and groaned, eagerly tasting herself. 

After she was cleaned up, you and Mizu laid together, smiling at each other, “I love you Mizu…I hoped this helped a bit,” you said, kissing her cheek. It felt like the high went away as she came, bringing her back down to earth.

“I love you more…Can we smoke some more? I want to get fucked up with you…” she asked, making you giggle

[mt-oe]

its finals season (again..) and huge projects for classes right now. can we get a stressed reader x modern mizu where reader is like actually tweaking out? like I mean pulling our energy shots, shivering hands, 'gotta lock in', hysterically crying on snapchat video and sending it to their groupchat for moral support type of tweaking out and the reader is going BANANAS over all the final papers, and studying for finals and mizu helps comfort reader?? i hope this would be a silly little write but also helpful to anyone going through finals season right now. much love! xoxo <3

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Hey dears!

To start this, I am absolutely sorry for being gone for so long. I had my thesis defense, practicals, laboratory works, deadlines, and my finals all in the span of two weeks AND I fainted twice, got sick twice, and nose bled a LOT.

I was chugging 3 cans of energy drinks a day, eating one meal per day, sleeping minutes less than how long I showered, and smoked quite a lot. Someone even caught me sleeping on the fire exit stairs (istg so embarrassing ;;). Honestly makes me wonder how I'm not six feet under by now.

To those who are going through their finals, please don't follow my lead. Vomiting at 3am from how dizzy you are while some Sepultura song plays in the background is NOT the experience you'd think it was. Try to plan when you'll tackle your work and get some sleep as much as you can, on your free time, on your commute. I swear, answering tests are SOO much easier when your vision isn't spinning or tunneling.

Chose to do this request first to remind you all to take care amidst your finals (or as a reward if your finals are finished, good job dear!).

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa <3

warning: not proofread, my corny jokes, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

Blue orbs watched as you cracked open another can of Red Bull. A small grunt leaving your throat as the fizzy caffeinated drink went down your esophagus. Was this your second? third..no wait..fourth?

Damn.

How are your blood vessels surviving this onslaught of caffeine you've been shoving down your system? She had no clue. But what she did know was that you've had enough. This wasn't healthy at all. Your lips were already as pale as the palms of your hands which were trembling to the point where you couldn't stop writing because that meant you'd feel the quivering of your hands even more.

The two of you had decided to slave off at Mizu's apartment for your finals. It was mostly Mizu dragging you there since your friends have been bombarding her to take care of you since she had the closest to what was considered a free schedule. T'was something about you freaking out and crying over the finals. She didn't have a Snapchat account so she didn't know.

Usually, she wasn't even interested in these stuff, but when Akemi showed her a picture of you with a thumbs up, holding a can of Monster, dark circles under your bloodshot eyes, tear streaks on your face, with the caption 'Boutta pull another Kay Chung tonight', concerned didn't even begin to describe what she felt.

Boutta pull a Kay Chung?

What or who was this Kay Chung anyway?

She knew you were a hard worker, probably one of the most studious people she knew, so she already expected you to be busy studying. What she didn't expect was the mess you were in.

The moment she stepped into your unit, cans of energy drinks, bottles of energy shots, cups of coffee, and random paper strewn randomly littered your apartment. The only source of light was your window and a small dim lamp you had.

Was that cup noodle container growing mold?

Ew.

It was like the Capital Wasteland in here, and she was the lonesome wanderer, awaiting the dangers to come.

And you were a radiated ghoul hunched over your desk with the emptiest gaze she has ever seen. Your head in your hands, as you scrunched your eyebrows together, trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with your equation.

Now she understood the bombardment of messages from Akemi and the others, and damn was she grateful for the heads up because you looked like you were at death's door and death... Death just thought you looked too pitiful to let in.

The two of you were now sitting on Mizu's carpet, books, papers, and gadgets on the smooth wood of the coffee table. In her mind, she thought a bit of companionship would comfort you like it usually did. But she was wrong.

The shaking grip you had on your pen and the occasional 'what the actual fuck?' or 'the hell?' already told her that you were too locked in to relax even just a bit. You looked like you were losing it.

Her eyes peered over your review sheet before she raised an eyebrow at how scattered your handwriting looked, numbers and symbols italicized to the left and to the right as if they were dancing and your solutions scattered. Add this value here..derive the formula there..problem 3's solution is somehow on the back of the paper even though problem 5 was solved on problem 1's spot. It looked like a shit show.

"What...problem is this for? You did it wrong." Her tongue clicking as a slender finger encircled a formula you derived wrong, making you look at her with a mildly bothered look. Your eyes tiredly scanned your review sheet, looking away to the side to blink the heaviness of your lids away, then looking back at it before letting out a strangled sounding groan, shoulders slumping back onto the sofa as you covered your eyes with your hands before looking at your own solutions again. "I don't fucking know..maybe it's for..umm..for..fuuuuuck," you sighed defeatedly, realizing that you couldn't understand your own handwriting either.

You wanted to strangle yourself so bad right now or like, strangle your professor until they give you a passing grade. Maybe the threat of arson would scare the university admins into passing everyone for the semester???? The prospect of being a sugar baby is starting to sound better than trying to finish this degree.

It wasn't like you were an absolute idiot. You could solve these problems no problemo. However, your vision was already lagging and tunneling. Whenever you tried to read the problem or your own handwriting, it was like your vision was hyper-focusing on one spot and the areas around it were...spinning or it'd focus on everything else EXCEPT the ones you wanted to focus on.

The amount of caffeine you had consumed wasn't even helping anymore. Instead of waking you up, you just felt jittery like a hyper-charged toy. Before you were sleepy and slow, now you were still sleepy but faster.

And when was the last time you even ate anyway? Was that moldy cup noodle your last meal? You didn't even know anymore at this point. You could barely feel anything aside from the fear of your impeding academic doom. Not even hunger was strong enough to stop you.

Mizu's eyebrows furrowed at how miserable you looked before sighing and pulling a sheet of paper out of her own notebook. "Here," she sighed out, sitting beside you and scanning each problem you had printed out before re-writing each question you looked like you struggled with. Her eyes occasionally glanced at you, unseen worry rising with every hitch of your breath and every twitch of your eyebrow as you looked at the questions she rewrote.

"Mizu..I don't want to do those all again," you groaned frustratedly, ruffling your hair own hair aggressively, strands falling to the carpet below. A hand held yours firmly, preventing you from tangling the ends of locks even more. "I'm going to teach you, dumbass. We can't have you failing and dying at the same time," she huffed, grabbing your calculator and placing it in front of both of you. She leaned closer to you, hand on your waist to pull you closer before taking the pencil and pointing to the first problem she rewrote.

"I'm not going to repeat my explanations, so listen well,"

...was what she said.

However, Mizu was a big softie when it came to you. Every time she caught you spacing out or having a hard time in general, she took her time and explained it to you again, even explaining it slower, simpler, or more detailed as needed. She really made sure that you understood the principle of the problems and the process of solving them, handing the pencil and calculator to you to make sure you actually understood her.

After a while, you were slowly starting to understand you earlier mistakes, and with her help, you were able to finally solve the review sheet. Thank god for hot smart women.

A look of amusement crossed her face as she watched you slump back onto the sofa with a loud sigh of relief. Shaking her head with a small lop-sided smile, she took the pen again before grabbing your laptop and searching for similar problems. "Here," she said, turning the device towards you. "Solve these. I'll be back in a bit."

You looked at her in confusion before letting out a tired groan. The exhaustion was starting to let itself be known through the heaviness in your lids. Another problem set was the last thing you wanted to do right now.

Oh wait.

Fuck, you still had to edit your methodologies and results, and you haven't even started on the discussion yet. Oh god...

'Better get started, I guess,' you thought with a defeated sigh. Muttering a string of curses under your breath, you picked up your pencil and calculator and began solving yet another set of hellish questions while the dark-haired woman stood up and walked off somewhere in her apartment. Silence filled the room aside from the aggressive scritching and scratching of lead against paper and the sound of clacking from your calculator.

Every now and then, Mizu would come back with something to comfort you. May it be a cup of water, a bigger pillow, a hair tie, or to charge your phone for you. She didn't really speak though, fully wanting you to focus on your work.

It was like her quiet little way of telling you that she was here and that she cared for you.

Amidst your problem solving, the smell of something being fried hit your nose, making you look up. It was a bit oily, but at the same time, homely and savory. Your stomach growled slightly at the smell, reminding you of that uncomfortable feeling of hunger that you were somehow able to ignore during your study sessions.

Just as you had finished writing your answers, Mizu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice and a plate of what seemed to be fried fish. Kinda burnt but maybe that's a charm point...or something. At least she tried.

She set it down on a clear space on the coffee table and gently urged it towards you. "Here," she mumbled, looking at you expectantly. You stared at the food she prepared, snorting a bit at the charred skin, some bits missing which obviously stuck to the pan while she was frying it. "Err..Mizu...?"

"Don't mind how it looks just..just eat, okay?" she groaned, sounding a bit embarrassed, a bit of pink dusting her cheeks. Her eyes looking away as her hand went up to cover half her face. You couldn't help but laugh a bit. Mizu? Embarrassed? God that woke you up, didn't it?

The sound of your laughter made her feel even more embarrassed but at the same time relieved. Your laugh was so fucking cute. She was glad that you were starting to sound a bit more like your usual self. Hell, you were smiling now. A big improvement compared to the face of misery you were making earlier.

Eventually, your laughter subsided upon the realization sinking into you. She really did all this just to take of you. Dragging you to her apartment, tutoring you, fetching things for you, cooking for you...

She really does care. Doesn't she?

Your hands picked up the chopsticks before breaking into the soft flesh of the food in front of you, picking off the bones before taking a bite. It was salty, the char even made it a bit bitter, and for god-knows-why, even a bit spicy?? But it tasted so good to you. Heavenly, dare I say.

As you continued to eat, bite after bite and scoop after scoop, the shakiness in your hands slowly calmed down. You couldn't help but look up at your friend who was now checking your answers, the ghost of satisfaction making itself known through the barely visible smile she had. "Mizu..."

She looked over at you, raising an eyebrow to indicate that she was listening. "Thank you for uh..taking care of me," you said shyly, giving her a small smile. A low chuckle escaped her throat as she shook her head slowly as if in amusement. "At least you're not shaking like a leaf anymore," she joked, followed by you letting out a small 'hmph!', making her chuckle yet again.

Though she wouldn't tell it to you right now, she'd be more than happy to take care of you anytime you wanted or needed it.

The sound of your pen tapping on the paper filled the room again as her eyes narrowed at your answers, checking it carefully. After a while, she handed the paper back to you, looking very much satisfied. "Looks good," she said, eyes watching the proud smile on your face. "How 'bout a reward?...Some rest I suppose?"

Your smile faltered at the sound of rest. "I can't...my manuscript is due in a couple of days and I haven't even finished editing my methodologies and results," you explained, opening the files for each of your chapters. "The data isn't even tabulated in the required format. It looks like shit."

She stood up from her spot and sat next to you, placing a hand on your head to pat it gently as she looked at the screen. Her eyes narrowed again while you scrolled up the file for her before she sighed. "Yeah, it does look like shit," she agreed before suddenly grabbing your laptop and setting in front of her. "Go and take a nap or something. I'll do whatever I can to...whatever this is."

"But Mizu, this isn't even your field. I can't—" She cut you off with a finger to your lips before gesturing towards the sofa behind the both of you. "Nap," she ordered firmly. You sighed before standing up and laying down on the sofa. You knew there was no use arguing. When Mizu makes up her mind, she's deadset on it.

Her eyes scanned your figure for a moment, taking in every curve of your body and the way your face relaxed. Then, she took off her jacket and draped it over you, before giving you a small loving pat. Before you could even open your mouth to protest, she immediately shushed you and turned to your manuscript, scanning over it.

Your eyes observed the way her eyebrows furrowed and the way her eyes darted from word-to-word. The sound of her typing and clicking filling the room, oddly relaxing you.

It didn't take long for you to drift off to sleep. And for the first time since hell week started, you finally relaxed.

No frustration, no stress, just...sleep.

You did nap for hours longer than expected though.

Don't worry.

Your methodologies were now updated, results properly formatted, and ideas in bullet points for your discussion were laid out in a new file. Even your references were fixed.

Damn, you really wanted to smooch Mizu reaaal hard after this.

[sophswritingthings]

ruin my life -- chapter 1

| warning(s): light swearing |

| a/n: modern mizu had such a grip on me, and now were here. |

| summary: an overlook into mizu's life before you enter it. |

| song rec: ruin my life -- zolita (for the story, in general) |

| word count: 776 words / 4,211 characters |

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mizu always kept to herself, she was never the loud type. always played a background role, even if people thought she should be in the spotlight.

never had she believed that before she met eiji.

eiji was an alumni at her school.. one of the many famous actors the school had produced. the amount of actors they had produced is why she really wanted to go to the school, in the first place.

and meeting him kind of changed her whole perception of her own talent, of her own mind. if someone who was so great could tell her all these great things about herself, they were true, surely.

"listen here, kid, nobody ever did anything by sitting on their ass and never getting anything done," he furrowed his eyebrows as they walked side by side, through the halls of the marbled school. "I know that better than anyone. you remind me of myself, when I went here."

she arched one eyebrow, "how come? im.. nothing like you, I mean.. you're this great actor and im just.. a college student who can barley pay their own tuition."

he gently gripped her shoulder, nodding, "exactly. do you think I was some great guy while I was in college? I didn't come from riches, kid, I could barley pay for this college when I was your age."

she adverted her gaze, a little sigh leaving her lips, "suppose that's true," mizu mumbled.

"and ive heard you do fencing," he tapped his cane against the ground, "as did i."

"oh--yeah. yeah, I know," a small smile crossed her lips. "its part of the reason I wanted to start. sort of, I guess."

"its a noble practice," he nodded, smiling a bit. "may I request to meet you, again, mizu? after your classes, tomorrow."

her eyes widened, gazing at him. someone as great as him, wanted anything to do with them?

"um, uh, yes." she stammered, "I'll meet you here."

and from then on, that's what they'd do. hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks that she would meet eiji for both fencing practice, and acting/college advice.

eiji was basically the father she had never had, someone to inspire her, push her forward.

her college life had improved, a little. not by much, but a little. she still lived in a small-ass college dorm with three other girls, sharing two sets of bunk beds in the room the size of a walk in closet.

"mizu? hey?" one of the girls, carrie, seemed to take an interest in her early. and of course, she had settled on the top bunk of mizu's bed. the girl popped down, swinging her head over mizu's bed. "you doin' anything tomorrow? me and some friends were going out and--"

mizu's head had almost immediately blocked out any word she said. she didn't want anything to do with this girl, nor what she was offering. she seemed to be the kind of girl to cling and never leave, and she was not about that. she'd come home crying over some new girl every week, she could guess, crying that they said she was "too clingy".

"uh--yeah. im working," mizu hissed, never looking up from her phone.

that wasn't a lie, actually, she had work at her average pay job as a barista. she had been working there ever since she got accepted into the college, how else would she pa her tuition?

not that it helped, much, it wasn't the best pay ever. and her tuition was more than 50,000 dollars a year--she was going to be in debt for more days than she thought she could count. but if she managed (and hopefully she would, with eijis help) to get a good gig, or few, she could pay it off in no time.

the coffee shop wasn't too bad, though. customers were usually quiet, besides the few that would come in every so often. she'd get okay tips, considering she tried to be as respectful as she could.

she had her friends. none of which attended the same school--they all had different majors. whom she considered her best friend, akemi, was in harvard law school miles away from them. taigen had gotten into law school, too, just not the same. (he definitely wasn't smart enough for harvard, that's for sure.) and ringo, the sweet culinary major she'd met going out for drinks, one night, with akemi. he was a mixologist, and despite his lack of hands--he was a wonderful one.

her life was calm. her life was quiet.

there was never anything absolutely interesting, about it.

that was--until you walked into it.

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[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy birthday to Amia!!!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Mizuki is a big fan of cute things and there's no hiding it! So for their birthday, you planned cute royal-like cake! You didn't wanted to bother with layers tho so you just did one layer... but you promised yourself you'll make it BEAUTIFUL!

You already bought edible pearls, big and small and some strawberries, whipped cream and all the other stuff need for strawberry cake!

But you had to prepare the cake day before since your meeting was around afternoon because they were already meeting with Nightcord at night...

The cake was absolute HELL to go through... you had to perfectly place every Pearl to make little chain out of them around the cake!! Sure, placing strawberries and making whipped cream into little spiral may've been hard too... but pearls had to be the worst things... especially one some fell off and you had to repeat the process...

It's easy to say you were at the edge of loosing your mentality many times, but in the end, it was all worth it!

"I really hope Misuki will like it... If not... I think I'm just gonna cry myself to sleep..."

You said few words to yourself before sighing and finally deciding to put the cake carefully into fridge. After all, it'll be needed tomorrow!

The next day you woke up, you immidietly reached for your phone to send your lover a little message and wish them happy celebration!

"<Hey Mizu!! Happy Birthday! Tell me when you'll be coming so I can get everything ready!>"

Luckily, you didn't had to wait long for message as you texted during hour Mizuki is usually awake at...

"<Awwwh thanks love!!! I just waited for your text so I can actually head to your place right now!>"

"<Sure! I'll try to get everything ready by then!>"

"<No need to hurry! I'll probably stop by mall on my way so you have time!>"

"<It's fine, I'll be alright so don't worry>"

But despite your answer... you were honestly pretty glad they were taking longer route, because that meant more time to wake up and get everything ready for you!

After getting yourself ready for the day, you walked into kitchen and took the cake out of the freezer.

"I guess I can finally put the candles on top~"

You took out ribbon candle and put it on the very top! It's perfect match for your partner since it's almost their signature by now, no?

After making sure your appearence is satisfying, the cake looks great and you have just the perfect movie choosed for the afternoon, you sighed to yourself relieved that in the end... you managed to make everything right!

"Guess who's here~!"

You heard a melodic voice behind the door, accompanied by few knocks. With small giggle, you moved to open it and was met with no one else than your partner!

"Hey Mizu! Come in! I got something for you~"

"Hehe~ Oh you don't have to tell me twice!"

While they were taking off their shoes, you made your way to kitchen to light up the candle before they get here. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and once they did, you made sure they can hear what you said clearly~

"Happy Birthday Mizuki!! Make a wish!"

With a giggle they came over to the table the cake was on and blew the candle after just a second of thinking.

"You know what you want, huh~?"

"Of course! And trust me, it's the best wish ever!"

"Well now I'm curious~"

"Oh, I believe! But I can't tell you that or else it won't come true, y'know~?

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @miguelito-maruti-blog @written-by-kafka @superstar-ethereal @ravenmoon903 - come get your cuties lover~

[gin-xoxo]

𝔪𝔦𝔷𝔲 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢

first actual writing post heh. constructive criticism appreciated very very much

CW: mention of nightmares and panic attacks

if mizu finds out she's in love with you, she'll be in shock! she'll hate herself for having a weak spot and denies it over and over and over to herself and other people, until she accepts it eventually. what she refuses to accept is that you'd love her back, or that you even like her platonically. even when you've told her over and over and over that you do, even if you LITERALLY FLIRT WITH HER CONSTANTLY. she can be an overthinker, and it takes a toll on her (and sometimes you), but she tries her best.

mizu has a hard time sleeping at night. it's too cold for her, most of the time. or she'll be lost in thought- her revenge? her past? her future? she can't find it in her to ask for you to come closer or hug her because she's scared of upsetting you, even if you'd be more than happy to cuddle her. maybe one night, if it gets especially bad, she'll spend a few minutes trying to ask. she can't find the right words. it's too strange a request. you'll get the message, right?

"(name?)"

"mhm?"

"..nevermind."

"okay."

mizu would take you with her everywhere. she's a vagabond, and you're her prized possession. she can't stand the thought of leaving you behind, unless where she's going would put you in danger.

"mizu, i'll be fine. don't-"

"no. you're going into madame kaji's with me. i don't want to leave you alone."

"….okay?"

mizu likes taking things from you. the little charms you put on your obi's strings didn't actually fall off. the clip or comb you used to put in your hair is hidden on her somewhere. anything of yours that she can get her hands on is hers. and she'll fidget with your stolen possessions when she's stressed- it helps her calm down.

"mizu, have you seen my-"

"hm? no." (it is literally in her hands)

mizu's mind has never been and will probably never be at rest. she thinks about the people she killed (excluding her potential dads) and wonders, "did they deserve it?" even if they did. she has nightmares about taigen and kohama and her mother and mikio and ringo leaving her. the poor girl always wakes up shaking with tears in her eyes- which is why she doesn't sleep. she has panic attacks after some of her kills. or thinking of them. mizu goes to great efforts to make sure nobody sees them. after all, she's calloused and cold. she doesn't cry. she doesn't hyperventilate and ball up or let fear and sadness capture her breath for minutes at a time. she doesn't sit there, gripping the fabric of her pants or the blankets or the dirt for some sort of stability while derealization takes over her senses, she doesn't scream for her mom or for swordfather out of pure terror knowing she can't fight it. she doesn't waver, right?

extra: @chatter-crow are you proud of me? :3

[lvoryingrid]

I've Got You

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the aftermath of a devastating battle, medic hero Mizu tends to the wounds of her childhood friend and fellow hero, Hawks.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the wreckage of the battlefield. The scent of smoke and the faint crackle of dying flames filled the air. Among the rubble and chaos, (Y/n) — the medic hero Mizu — worked tirelessly, her quirk manipulating water to heal the wounds of the injured. Her hands moved with practiced precision, but her heart was heavy with worry. The recent battle had left many heroes and civilians alike in desperate need of aid, and her mind was occupied with thoughts of a certain missing winged hero.

Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she navigated the smoke-filled streets. The once bustling city was now reduced to rubble, cries of pain and desperation lingering in the air. Her hands trembled slightly, knowing she had to stay strong and focused.

A crash echoed from the entrance, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned to see a young hero-in-training staggering in, supporting the charred and unconscious body of a man. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the tattered remnants of the hero costume. Hawks.

"Mizu! Please, help him!" the student pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "He… he fought so hard, but Dabi's flames…"

Mizu's breath hitched. Her eyes scanned over Hawks' charred and battered form. His usually vibrant wings were gone. She could feel the panic rising, threatening to choke her. "Get him inside, quickly," she ordered, her voice firm despite the dread creeping into her heart.

As they laid Hawks gently onto a makeshift bed in her temporary clinic, memories bombarded her.

"Keigo, look!" Little (Y/n) had whispered, cupping her hands to reveal a tiny sphere of water she had managed to summon. Her young face beamed with pride. "I'm getting better!"

Young Keigo, his wings still growing, had smiled back, his golden eyes filled with warmth. "That's amazing, (Y/n)! One day, we'll both be great heroes. We'll get out of here and make a difference."

Tears blurred her vision, but she forced them back, focusing on the task at hand. She couldn’t afford to lose him.

Mizu summoned water from the air, her hands glowing as she directed it over his burns. The cool liquid soothed his damaged skin, the healing properties of her quirk working rapidly. She watched his face intently, willing him to wake up, to give her any sign that he would be okay.

“Hawks… Keigo… please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You can’t leave me. Not now.”

Minutes felt like hours as she worked tirelessly, her tears mingling with the water she controlled. Suddenly, a faint movement caught her attention. His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at her, his usually sharp eyes now dull and filled with pain.

“(Y/n)…” he rasped, barely audible.

“Hawks, don’t speak. Just rest,” she instructed, her voice thick with emotion. She continued to heal him, her hands steady despite the tears falling freely down her cheeks.

He tried to smile, but it was a weak, fragile thing. “Didn’t… think… I’d see you… cry,” he murmured.

“Don’t joke, you idiot,” she replied, a watery laugh escaping her. “You scared me to death.”

His hand reached up, trembling, to brush against her cheek. “Sorry… for… worrying you.”

She leaned into his touch, her heart aching with every beat. “Just promise me… promise you’ll never go without me again,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and love.

He managed a faint nod, his eyes never leaving hers. “I promise,” he said, his voice barely more than a breath. “I… won’t leave you.”

Mizu’s hands continued their work, her focus unwavering now. She poured all her strength and love into healing him, determined to pull him back from the brink. As his breathing steadied and the color began to return to his cheeks, she allowed herself a small, relieved smile.

“Rest now, Hawks. You’re safe,” she said softly, brushing his hair back gently. “I’ve got you.”

He nodded slightly, his eyes closing once more as he drifted into a healing sleep. Mizu stayed by his side, her heart finally beginning to calm. The fear was still there, but so was the hope. She had him back, and she wouldn’t let go.

As the city slowly began to recover around them, Mizu knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. The bond they shared, forged in the fires of their past and strengthened in the trials of their present, would guide them through the uncertain future. And with that thought, she allowed herself to believe that they would be okay.

Masterlist

[hrodvitnon]

BAGAN (2/3)

Long overdue at this point, but hey - more Bagan stuff. With extra suffering on the menu for all involved!

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Abraxas couldn't do anything. They couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could barely even move as Bagan loomed overhead. It towered over them and it felt like a wet tongue was lapping across their brain every time it spoke, leaving scalding boiling scars that made their head pulse and ache.

"Oh, how you have suffered, Abraxas," It droned in its ever-present monotone. Abraxas felt something reach down and lift them into the air, pulling them up towards Bagan's face. "Two lost children, tortured and broken and then fooled into thinking that they were able to escape the grand tragedy of their lives. Had you continued to exist as you had before, your despair would have grown so great that it would have finally led you on the path to me. To rob you of that, I can think of no greater crime."

Abraxas struggled to raise their head, glaring at the dark towering shape that even now felt as though it was indistinct - a paper-thin mask for something vast and incalculable, a void rent into the universe in a chosen shape for a chosen purpose. It twisted and rent their very being just to struggle to perceive it through the haze.

"F...Fuc-k y-ou..."

It went through several faces in that moment. Enjin, then Mizu, then their mother again, before finally settling on the three-headed visage of Ghidorah. Except the golden scales were torn and darkened, almost the color of bloody muscle, the heads of Ichi and Ni riddled with holes and large bloated growths filled with eyes and teeth and worms. And the head of the San-Who-Could-Have-Been was hanging by a cord of meat, drooping dull and lifeless as it drooled blood and viscera onto the ground below.

"AH, BUT WE WOULD NOT WISH TO RUSH THINGS SO SOON. NOT WHEN WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN ANOTHER CHANCE TO RELISH YOU."

"I CAN SMELL THE NEED ON YOU. YOU WANTED THIS, YOU WANTED US. ADMIT IT."

"struggled died for nothing what was the point the point the point"

Abraxas tried to call the lightning, tried to make it rush through their body and tear into the abomination that held them aloft. But nothing came. They were held there as Bagan puppeted the form of Ghidorah to mock them, the three heads moving with none of their trademark deceptive finesse and grace, but with the motions of poorly rigged puppets or dolls.

"PERHAPS YOU WOULD LIKE US TO CONSUMMATE OUR UNION, NOW THAT WE HAVE THE TIME..."

Their eyes widened, and they struggled ever harder against the invisible grip that held them still. The form of Ghidorah melted away as Doragon quickly replaced it, the draconic demon tilting its head at the Ghidorah hybrid.

"They have wished deeply to taste of you, even now. Even as a part of me. Unfortunately, I will have to deny them the opportunity," It said, its face bulging outward as as black bubbling fluid leaked from every corner of its body and started to envelop the Titan.

"Goodbye, Abraxas. Know that in my embrace, your despair shall not be put to waste, like it would in the Mother Dark's gentle hands. You shall remain here, with me, onto eternity. Sleep and struggle no more."

Abraxas wanted to scream, to shout, to cry for help. But any such pleas would have been useless even before the black fluid started flooding their throat. The bile tasting of nothing less than every pain they'd ever experienced, every ounce of suffering and torture Ghidorah put them through, every world that the golden monster had ever murdered, every loss and every possibility of loss past, present and future. The lives and suffering of countless trillions threatening to wash them away.

Their face was just about to be totally enveloped before a familiar roar and a bright burst of blue forced the sickly mass of fluid darkness to retract from them, burning it away in the nick of time.

Abraxas fell to the ground hard, falling to their hands and knees as they hacked and spluttered, puking up the inky sludge that swiftly grew legs like a spider and scuttled away to join the main mass, which was already reforming into the shape of Bagan once again. The demon's still-forming head turned to address the hybrid's would-be savior. 

"Ah, the guest of honor himself and his entourage. It pleases me that-"

Another atomic breath met the unnatural thing before it could finish its sentence, followed swiftly by a blast of frigid ice freezing the entire mass solid, before the blow of a supercharged axe blew the whole thing apart. Godzilla stood silent as he trudged in, Kong and Shimo to either side as they stared at the remaining shards of ice.

"Be silent."  The King's growl shook the earth with the force and weight of his wrath.

Kong knelt down to grab his axe, inspecting it silently before turning to Godzilla, who addressed him and Shimo with a gruff nod. "Be on your guard. I do not think that killed it." 

Abraxas was already thankful for the arrival of their king and the others, but as they felt familiar warm wings drape themselves over them, they had to stop themself from just completely relaxing into that embrace and drifting off. Rodan looked at them, worry painting the beak of the normally perpetually cocky firebird.

Abraxas did their best to give him a grin. "Hey."

"Hey."

"Are the others...?" Abraxas asked, almost worried. Rodan nodded. "They're fine. Better than that, they're on their way. Managed to meet up with the big guy and the monkey, and Mothra went to go fetch the others. They should be here soon."

Abraxas sighed with relief at their mate's words. It was fine. Everything was going to be okay...they could deal with this now that everyone was here. Those were their thoughts right before the monotone voice droned through the air once again.

"The familiar noisome sensation of hope, lingering wherever the masses believe despair to be quelled. It is a sensation that can only be attributed to you and yours, Gojira."

The lingering particles of Shimo's frigid breath swirled together, clustering and condensing themselves back into shape, as all the while that voice droned on. "Yet, as you bring hope as surely as this planet orbits its star, are you not the one with some of the deepest despair of all?" 

Godzilla growled and a quickly formed atomic breath tore through the cloud of still-condensing particles. When Bagan spoke next, the very air seemed to swell and howl with its voice, a collective chorus of all the world's sorrow.

"You try to deny it, but we both know that you cannot escape what you fear...can you, brother?"

 Godzilla and the others froze, as the dust blew away and out came...something else. Something wrong. 

It looked like the shape of Godzilla's brother, Ozymandias-then-Xenilla, still looking as he was before they managed to recover him - infested with that crystalline parasite. But worse, somehow. His armss were painfully stretched out, so long that they flopped almost useless at the thing's sides. Its entire upper body looked hopelessly emaciated, to the point its skeleton was almost visible beneath the flesh. The skull was drawn out in a parody of Ozymandias', stretched to a terrible degree as eyes like pinpricks of violet light shown within. But the worst part were the crystals. Stretching and swelling across every inch of it - crystals. More of them than there ever were across the body of Ozymandias. So many digging into its back that they formed a mane of them, teeth and claws made out of the alien mineral dripping with blood and viscera from where they tore the skin. And they pulsed malevolently, almost organically with every wheezing breath the monster took.

Shimo was the first to break out of the stupor that the paralyzing visage had cast upon them, and it was a bloodchilling cry - of anger, of pain, of sheer and absolute terror as memories of Xenilla's arrival were forcefully dredged back up. Kong was next, barely able to raise his axe with how his kept shivering involuntarily. Rodan pulled Abraxas closer to himself, holding his mate up even as the two stood and beheld the nightmare before them with equal horror. But it was Godzilla whose reaction was the greatest. 

No words were said, no simple growls of outrage made. 

There was merely the earth-splitting howl of the king as vibrant light exploded around him as he charged at Bagan's newest mask. And his rage was met with the unmistakable cries of Ozymandias, warped and rattling beneath a throat made of crystal.

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(Ach, apologies for the wait! Currently out of state right now because my cousin is getting married but at least the hotel has WiFi!)

JeeeeAYSUS WEPT, BUT BAGAN HOW ARE YOU THIS CREEPY?! OH GOD THE FACE MELTING AND THE SLUDGE GOING INTO ABRAXAS' MOUTH OH FUCK THAT'S ICKY THAT'S NOT GOOD THAT FEELS REALLY NOT GOOD... which is to say, holy shit that was a turn and I dig how horribly creepy Bagan got. Good thing the cavalry showed up... but now Goji's about to go ballistic and I can't wait to see how this goes...

[shimmersmuts]

In the same game but different plays.

"Had anyone called you a bitch!" "Besides you, no." Mizu dryly said back.

The two females fall out had taken place only the previous night. They had travelled from midnight to dusk, and how Mizu could take the hard labour of the road- her companion's scornful mouth was of a bigger challenge.

Ringo had tried to keep the peace between the two woman but every time he speaks both of them, more then once, told him not to intervene.(Not suddle either.) He felt like a child traveling with his divorce parents.

Amari had been gagged twice, once so tight she almost died. She threatened to take her life if Mizu did not ungag her, which Mizu did consider a good option but Amari had something no one else has.. the identity and location of all the white men in japan.

"I'm tired, let's rest for now." Mizu stares up at the gloomy sky. A fierce thunderstorm was heading their way, and she knew they needed their strengthfor when it hits. Her companion's were grateful for the rest. Pour Ringo had been dragging the cart with Amari on it throughout the night.

The mountains had a dark cloud close to black. It frighten all three of them. It was only open road and heavy snow as far as the eye could see. If a storm hit they had no idea where they would find shelter from it. "I think we should hide in a cave. That strom will claim our lives." "I can't remember speaking was an option for you." Amari wanted to protest but her last fight with Mizu ended with a horrible bruise on her eye and forehead. She did not want to be knocked unconscious again.

Mizu gave Ringo order to watch over Amari as she will search for something for them to eat. "If she opens her mouth, cut her deep. I don't care where as long it's deep." The two ladies scornfully glared at each other but even though Amari was tied down, she was bloodthirsty for Mizu.

She will get her fair share of justice.

Mizu went to find any animal or any form of food. It was the deep winter she knew the odds were against her in finding growing food, but hopefully a animal would lurk in the forest.. even though the forest looked deserted from all inhabitants.

Amari stared at the big gaint Ringo for moments on end and it made the 'dumblingman, ('as she had called him a few times,) extremely nervous. "Would you quiet staring!" He dropped the fire wood he had gathered. Amari rolled her vibrant hazel eyes at him.

Her stare alone could make men pee she knew but what did the giant expect her to do? She was tied up against a tree with only him as entertainment. "Does my gaze make you uncomfortable?" "Yes, as it makes everyone uncomfortable!" He bluntly explained but it made her chuckle.

A small sense of amusement filled her heart in knowing she still had some effect on those around her. Captive or not.

Amari found his discomfort as appealing as sugar to a child. "Sorry dumplingman, did not think you could feel." "Of course I can feel!" "Your traveling with a demon, what did you expect me to think!" She wrathfully screamed but to her great surprise Ringo took a knife and cut her upper arm.

Amari winch of the pain but doesn't scream, only again scornfully stared at the man. "Now be silent or the next cut will be your throat!" Ringo left her to restart the fire.

Amari stared at the dark cloud again. She first hand knew how bad a storm so deep west could get. Even thought Amari did not want to she had to try another approach. Small fake tears went down her cheeks. She sobs softly and tried to hide her tears but Ringo saw and his soft heart could not ignore the surprise display of emotion. "Are you crying?" "NO!"

Ringo sees her once harden features now softer than snow itself. Amari had mastered the art of impression and perception. She looked like a delicate flower even bruise and hurt. Her sharp eyes now shimmering. Her dark copper hair, in many soft curls and that delicate face so angelic it could bring armies to their knees.

Ringo softly bended in front of her and asked why she was sorrowful but Amari told him to leave, knowing he would refuse. "Please, I don't like seeing people cry." He gave a soft smile. "My master will have my head, I just know this. He gave me a week to kill your master and it's been 8 days already. He will send someone for us all.. and I pay the dearest prize." Her long bangs she used to hide her face.

Amari sobs were fake but seemed so real. It was hard to see someone like this for Ringo. She had bruises, many bruises. Mizu did not hold back when she and Amari fought. Even though Amari wasn't as near in the same level of strength then Mizu.

"I'm sorry, but my master will protect you. All of us. Master is a excellent warrior, had not been defeated." "Your master may be called a demon but she's as much woman as me. Fowler's army is thousand on thousand. Regardless what you believe she will die, so will you and so will I." And for the first time Amari's words were actually not hollow.

For 10 years Amari had been Fowler's prisoner. She first hand knows how ruthless and cruel he could be. The only reason he kept her alive was cause of her pretty face. How sickening it sound he thought her in the art of seduction when she was barely a girl. She learned to play and manipulate man by him and had to perfect the art for almost 6 years now. Amari never want to work for him but when she tried to runaway he always found her and beat her senseless for weeks until she could barely walk or breath. She remembers the cold winters she was tied outside bare naked, with nothing to eat. How the man pissed on her, beated her and used her as less than a human. She was only 11 then.

Amari knew Ringo was a simple mind, there was no use in lying to him. "Run Dumplinman, ran as fast and as far as you can. Leave your master and me. Your master's faith is already design but you could be spared." "And you?" "What about me?" "What about your faith?" "My faith is what my lord decides." She withdrawn from him completely with those words.

Seeing someone defeated and hopeles.. were there anything to say?

Ringo decide to take off his coat and cloak it around Amari. He than continued with the food in silence but does say one thing when he offered her a plate at the end. "You could redesign your own faith, as my master did hers." The faith Ringo had in Mizu was honorable. Amari couldn't understand why he was so content with an doom cause but did admire his believe and warmth. His person was a rarity.

Mizu had been gone for over a few hours but was in no rush to return to the two most annoying people she had ever met. Ringo spoke too often and of the most useless but thoughtful things, but Amari spoke to just get under people's skin.. which she usually got right.

She had found a hot springs and decided to take a moment to rest and relax. The hot water was more than enough for her achying muscles and bruise body. The stapped wound Amari had gave her was the most painful, no one had stabbed her almost clean through with a blunt knife.

Mizu thinks of how she met Amari over a few days ago. Amari came across so delicate and innocent. Soft spoken, meekly and gentle natured. How a Huge mislay it was to her true lioness ways.

Everyone knew of the temptress priestess. A woman that had made army crumble without ever having to take a knife. She only turn all the man against each other until they killed themselves like beserked beast . They would hungrily do as she said like she was some genie in a bottle. Like she beable to grant their deepest, darkest wishes..

even though those wishes were usually what she had between her legs.

Mizu met Amari at madam Kaji's brothel. She claimed to had been a traveler, looking for a place to stay where man could not find her. 'A innocent girl walking into a brothel and all the man preying on her naiveness.' Of course the blue eyed Samurai would protect her, and of course tell her to leave but also would want to keep her save. "She is a evil genius." Mizu soaked deeper into the hot springs.

Mizu wasn't someone that would openly protect someone but Amari knows how to bring out that side of a person. The girl's trick was not limited to men, for Mizu was not one, even though Amari did not know that at the time.

Amari would pretend not to know how to read, getting Mizu to teach her. She would pretend not to know any better about life getting Mizu to aid her every whim. She was so clever, so deceitful.. but Mizu had to wonder was it all deceit?

At times she did see Amari's true nature. When she seduced the gatekeeper to let them in, even though they did not have passes nor did they except money. When she would tell Mizu that kindness is for those who had a easy life, not for those who life wasn't their own. Even when the two rubbed each other's feet and spoke for 2 hours like best friends. But that had to be fake cause after their talk Amari tried to kill her.

Mizu felt foolish. She should've known better than to trust someone again. Her mother, husband and anyone close and dear to her had betrayed her. Only swordfather and Ringo could she trust.. she hoped.

Mizu let her long dark hair rest in the warm hot spring, the water was a complete bliss until she felt a unsteady wave enter into the pool. There she was now also naked, getting into the spring- Mizu's prisoner. "How- how did you get free!" Mizu pulled her sword and pointed it at Amari's neck. She was stunt Amari had escaped and found her.

Amari, naked and bored, looked up at Mizu like she was a stranger blocking her summer sun. "Unless you gonna cut me down, I suggest you to get into the water and have a conversation with me like civil humans" "Why would I do that?" "Cause you said once we were friends, and when you said it I believed you." There those eyes go again.

Whatever Amari had no one else had. She could manipulate you with her eyes alone. Someway always get the right amongt of light in them that made her seem so alluring, it turn minds weak.

But Mizu wasn't going to fall for that again. "We are not friends." She pushed the blade hard against Amari's neck. It was a small cut to make blood run. Amari open her side eye, in the direction of Mizu. "We not? Than this makes it easier!" She splashed a great amount of hot water into Mizu's direction.

The hot water cause a distraction for Amari enough to kick the sword out of Mizu's hand and tackle her to the ground. The two rolled back and forth on one another until Amari had the upper hand and pinned Mizu to the ground.

Mizu had a whole lot of Amari's breast now in her face, before reaching eye level. The whole interaction had Mizu uncomfortable. She was stronger than Amari but not as confident in her naked body to pin the smalled and short build woman down. Amari had a glorious hourglass figure. Breast as big as coconuts, snatched waist and wide hips. No body hair, her copper hair now wet and curler than before. She was a vision in her glory and Mizu couldn't help but notice it.

Mizu blushed, looking up above Amari, instead of what she had seen. "Get off me." "Your strong enough to push me off, so why don't you?" Amaru taunts. Mizu does try but then Amari pulled a knife from beneath a rock. She held it to her throat, freezing Mizu where she laid.

Amari smiled at her small win, finally bested the samurai.

Amari sees Mizu's blush cheeks, she found it sweet and wonder if it was cause of their nudity or for the fact of the hot springs heat still rushing through her body.

"Ringo? Where is he!" Amari rolled her eyes. "He's fine. I told him some sob story and stole his knife. He's sleeping right now. I did nothing to him, only escaped." She swore.

Mizu felt a bit at ease hearing this. "You did not kill him?" "I don't kill innocent." Amari reassure.

Amari sees Mizu's fair skin, dark hair and tall athletic body. Her breast weren't as big as her own but now hard and scrunch up they seem supple.. extremely firm and round.

Mizu sees the on going stare of Amari and quickly pinned the girl down. Now on top, knife thrown away, and completely at Mizu's mercy.

Amari could have now a better view of Mizu. Her small but full mouth, slender cheeks and rounded eyes. Mizu had so many feminine features especially her perfect long legs.. how did Amari never noticed them in the time of her seduction at the brothel. No idiot could mistake Mizu for a men but she did.

"Master master!" Ringo called out from the distant. The boy had awaken and had gone to find Amari. The girl sure just escape but tied him up but it seems he found his way out of the ropes. Ringo sees the two female at the springs, Mizu pinning Amari down.

He blushed at the sight of them but also found the interlink extremely attractive. "Master the prisoner-" "I have her. Pack up camp, we are moving." The rain than started to pour.

Ringo heads back to follow out his orders as Mizu tied up Amari again, with one of her fabrics from her komono. She then threw the girl into the water. Amari tried to keep her face above water regardless if her feet and hands were now tied up. A perfect trap for someone like her.

Amari kept kicking. Just trying to keep her mouth above the water. Her legs the only strength she had. She find her footing on an rock inside the boarder of the springs. Amari sees Mizu's backside turned to her and couldn't help but stare. Back muscles, strong legs, firm bum.. how perfect Mizu was build.

Amari became flushed, knowing this was now the second time she gawked at her enemy..

She felt shame and knew she couldn't do such a thing again. Fowler will have them killed.

Mizu than pulled Amari out of the water when she was near drowning. Amari coughed up much water before being able to breathe normal again. Mizu doesn't give her a second and instead dressed the girl for her. The interaction for both were uncomfortable but yet alluring.

Mizu ties Amari's kimono around her body, tucking away her soft breast inside. Her palm lightly touching Amari's plump round breast. Mizu gulps and Amari noticed this. Even though it was forbidden she was grateful the attraction wasn't one-sided.

Mizu pulled Amari's stocking up her legs and hips, seeing small glimpse of her flower. Her cheeks became even more flushed and it has Amari smirking. "I take you like what you see?" Amari tease but Mizu gave a dead palm stare. "Don't flatter yourself." "I don't need too, your breath says it all." Mizu didn't even realise how intense her breath had become.

She felt embarrassed and looked away, demanding that Amari should stop her game. "We both know our lives is no game!" "But yet you act like a fool." They go back to camp, where it had already started to pour down. Light thunder could be heard from where they stood.

Ringo was trying to hide under a tree but the rain founded the big man from every angle. "We need to move further West, that's where Fowler is." "We will die in this storm. We need a place to stay for the night." Amari protested but Mizu reminds she had no say in the matter. "Excuse me for giving some common senses." Mizu doesn't reply instesd used a apple and stuffed it in Amari's mouth.

Thunder than struct and it was near the mountian they were heading. A chaotic wind blows threw them, each of them feeling the cold in their bones. "Master, I think she's right. We won't be able to travel with her tied up and all our things in this rain." More thunder struct.

Relentless Mizu agree. She knew if she was alone she would had gone forward but she has weak people with her, she needed to think of then aswell. "Fine, let's look for a place to spend the night." "I see your using common senses." Another obnoxious voice stated from behind.

Mizu sees a figure in the distance and quickly drew her sword. Before blood shed could accure the man showed open arms and took off his hood, revealing Teigan of all people.

"Taigen?" "In the flesh, even though you left me for death." He dryly applies. He was still upset for Mizu knocking him out and leaving him in the forest, denying his duel. But he had found them even if it took several days.

Ringo was happy to know Teigan was okay and in some way Mizu was too but not as much. "I said I have a mission." "Well so do I. So again, I wait till you finish you quest. Making sure no one kills you but me." He blunted stated.

Taigen picks up Amari's bag and umbrella, using it to protect only himself from the rain. "This way, there's a small inn near here I know of. We can make it within a hour if we head through here." He start leading the group and they all follow.

Amari hated Teigan using her umbrella as she was being carried like a potato sack over Ringo's shoulder but she was also grateful for him using it. He will be knocked out from the powder soon.

The four reach the inn in a small abandoned town. Taigen alone tried to book them a place but the keeper denies this and tell him to leave. "I had been resting here for years?" "And for years you had also broken everything with your whores. Go to a brothel and spend the night there." The old man rudely chase him away.

The next to try to book a place was Mizu but regardless how much she offered to pay the man wouldn't allow them to enter. "Taigen is not welcome here!" Mizu angry left the Inn and asked Teigan to apologize to the keeper but he refuses. "What did you even do?" "I use to spend nights with girls on my travel here. They were passionate and wild, the most of them. The Inn Keeper had to redo the rooms everytime I left." He gloated.

Mizu than told him he was a savage and shuffed him for his incompetence. This made Teigan feel some offense and ready to fight, duel or just a few needed punches. The two were ready to brawl but Ringo pulled them apart before blows could be given. "You two wanna fight right now? We are soaked to the bones and have no place to sleep or eat!" He scolded the two for the first time.

Amari, left to sit in filthy mud and dirt, looked at her companions and wonder how the gods could had stuck her with such meat heads. She tried to speak threw her rag, getting the attention of the group. Ringo takes her rag off and she could finally spit out the piece of the apple that was stuck in her mouth. "You all are idiots!" Were the first words she decided to announce.

Of course this offended Teigan but Ringo and Mizu had grew accustomed to her insults. She had been calling them Dumplingman and royal bitch for days now.. idiots was in a way a refreshments to the cliche insults.

"Untie me and let me talk to the man. I can get us in." "I rather die." Mizu gave a skeptical glare. Amari doesn't allow this to effect her though. "This is my skill level, princess. I can get him to do as I want." "That's why I don't trust you." "Princess? I guess we all think your delicate." Teigan gloated by Mizu. Mizu only gave him a hard shuff to the back again.

Amari than realise she was one of the rare few in the inner circle to knew that Mizu was female. She wonder if she could use this to her advantage in anyway.

Amari stared at Mizu directly as she spoke, knowing she was the one to convince. "You may not trust me but I have the skill set for the problem at hand. It's or sleep in the rain and get sick, or trust your enemy for a second so BOTH could benefit." Mizu doesn't answer and instead untied Amari. Both Ringo and Mizu giving her skeptical gazes. "You stay near me at all times or else." Mizu warned finally but Amari seemed happy with the arrangement. (A little too happy.)

The gang than walked to the Inn as the Inn Keeper was mopping the pool of water the two previously had left behind. He grew upset seeing them again entering and chase them away but Amari than step between him and them. "I'm sorry sir, forgive me please. My companions only did what they believed was best." She gave him a wholesone smile.

Seeing her rosy lips and cheeks, fair skin and deadly gorgeous eyes, the man couldn't function. Even wet and dirty Amari was a vision. "It's okay my dear, not your fault at all." She gave him a kind smile. She grabbed the man's hand, making soft circles on them. Soothing him in a way he would never imagine. "Sir, we had travel far and this storm outside had taken us greatly off course. Tomorrow it's my wedding day and as a young bride I could never arrive at my new home sick and disformed. My family is very pour, we have only a little money to pay for this Inn. If you could aid a young bride to be, I would be internally grateful." She showed off her limited used, dimple smile.

It doesn't take Amari much and the man open his inn to them. He welcome them all and asked them if they need anything. "A hot bath for all four of us, my brothers and I sure would like to be warm." A innocent smile this time and the man was like her puppet.

He wanted Amari and the gang to have the best of comfort. "A bride like you should be treated like a goddess." He quickly handed her a towel to clean herself up.

The man then handed the keys to Amari which Mizu takes from her. "My sister stays with me, her virtue is my protection." Mizu stated. The man only nodded, understanding a protective brother.

Amari was tired of Muzi by now but had to keep the act for the group. She did not want to sleep in the rain nor change her lie. A simple lie is the best lie.

Mizu and Amari got the masters bedroom which included a dining and sitting area. Ringo and Teigan got a secondary room that were linked enter to Mizu's room. The Inn keepers family started with a bath where they comb Amari's long hair, did her nails and treated her as royalty. Mizu was only there to stare at her prisoner's luxury treatment.

Amari speaks to the Inn Keepers wife that tells her everything on how great marriage will be and how Amari must behave on her wedding night. The two bond over the subject fondly.

Mizu sees Amari's nipples expose once more. Pink, round and hard. Mizu had never felt this way about a girl and the more she sees Amari's body and power over people, even if she doesn't like it, she admires it. Amari was strong, sensual and very alluring. Something about her could just hold your attention.

Teigan had entered the room and sees Mizu gawking at Amari, teasing at him for it. "So you have a boner for your prisoner." Were his loud obnoxious words. Mizu gave a simple side glare. She had, had enough of motor mouths for the day. "I don't have a boner for her." She said offensive but cause of this Teigan knew he was right.

He tried to take a peak at Amari but Muzi showed him away, demanding he leaves the room. "She's not a side show for you to gawk about." "But it's okay when you do it?" They go back at forth with another with Amari seeing the scene but not breaking her smile or focus from the nice lady.

Amari than sees Teigan trying to provoke Mizu rapidly and tries to intervene, dismissing the lady. She than pours her a glass and offers it to the both of them. They see her leg hunginy out of the tub with her long hair in several messy curls,almost like she had the best sex of her life.

"Teigan, would you like to join me? You and Mizu?." She teases. Muzi of course knew she couldn't leave the two alone. Amari would have her way with Teigan in seconds and escape. But Teigan, no shame or hesitation, got out of his robes. His naked glory were on display for the both of the ladies and only one dared to look. Amari found him handsome, he surely had a warrior's build and truly had nothing to be ashamed about.

Amari hands the cup to Teigan and offers him to enter the bath but Mizu tells them the act was inappropriate. "Don't forget we are pretending to be siblings. The Inn keepers will-" "Will what? They are wrapped around her finger. We have nothing to worry about." Teigan challeng. Amari doesn't deny or agree, only glad someone more like her had been added to the team.

She states this and cheers to the man, allowing him to put his legs in the tub. "C'mon Mizu, show what you have to offer or is what they say about a white man's dinger true?" Teigan mocked.

Amari gave a hardy laugh but in truth did not find the subject amusing, but she couldn't show it. Being vindictive was too important for her image. "Yea Mizu, at the springs I already saw you. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I bet Teigan will be more impress than me." She took along gulp of her red wine.

Amari's cheeks had become even more flushed. Her wet hair sticking to her cheeks and her fair skin desirable in the water. Mizu was aroused but she shouldn't had been. She looked at Amari.. not understanding if she wanted to drown her or throw her on the bed. 'Was pretending to be a man effecting her sexaulity? For not so long ago she even felt a desire for Teigan and now all his glory met her eyes. Both of the most sexual appealing people she had met was now in display and looking truly welcoming.

Amari decided to leave the tub and with slow gawking steps went to Mizu. "I know you like him and I know you have a lot to hide, but this is a moment without shame. You can be your true self between us." She carefully whisper in her ear.

Teigan watches Amari's back, who was round like he likes it. He felt shame for not even considering Akeni at this moment but later that will be on his mind. Now he wanted the temptress priestess.

Amari slowly unroped Mizu but Mizu quickly grapped her wrist and pinned her down against the wall. Amari, unhappy, glared at Mizu violently. "You really know how to suck the fun out of everything." Mizu continues to pin Amari's one wirst against the wall, also unhappy with Amari's actions.

Mizu could understand Amari knew Teigan didn't know of her true identity. Mizu also knew that Amari was trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose. How she had gotten to know Amari, the only reason Amari has done it was cause she likes it. She liked the drama, to get under someone's skin, especially Mizu's.

"God, it must be tiring to be so broken inside!" Mizu rudely commented. This cut Amari and with her free hand she tried to slap Mizu but again caught and now both hands pinned against the wall. Amari planned for it and kicked Mizu off of her.

Mizu falls to the ground and rolls to her feet again as Amari grabbed a oil lamp and lunged at Mizu. The girls threw back and forth quick shots as Amari tried to get one good hit. But Mizu easy and swiftly kept evading. Only when Amari lost her form did Mizu give on strike, a sweeper kick that send Amari to the floor again.

Teigan dumbfoundly sees as the two went back and forth, not knowing to intervene or enjoy the show. He decided with the second one.. he too liked getting under Mizu's skin.

Amari kicks Mizu's feet from under her and it send Mizu for the first time to fall on the coach Amari was, but on Amari aswell. They both looses their breathe on the impact. Mizu turns off of Amari and onto her back, giving Amari enough time to choke her.

Mizu doesn't struggle to break free from her weak arms and throws Amari back on her backside, getting on top and pinning both legs and arms down. "Give it a rest! You never beat me in a fair fight." Mizu warned.

Amari stared up at Mizu. Tension filled the room with the two females. Amari's passion warm Hazel eyes meeting Mizu's cold, determined blue eyes. Their breathe heaves heavily as one. Both angry, both intense.. Teigan had lost all focus of amusement and instead felt like a third wheel. Their fight had more sexual passion than what he has given to any woman.

"You say I'm broken but at least I feel, blue eye demon!" Amari spat in Mizu's face. Mizu takes a deep breathe, angry but knows aswell it all is pointless. They both had hurt each other.. extremely deeply.

"Well, I think that's enough." Teigan had pulled his golden rope on before he pulled Mizu off of Amari. He told both of them to keep their cool. "You fight like snakes, your entanglement seems confusing. I don't know if you wanna fuck each or kill." "KILL" Both applied simultaneously.

Teigan stared back at the two.. they had no idea how alike they were he realise. "I'm not so sure. But this love affair shall not be the death of me. You owe me a duel, tomorrow at dawn we fight. Last man walks away." Teigan reminds Mizu.

Mizu couldn't believe he still was on the matter of their duel. "I said at the second of autumn. I still have three to kill." "Which you won't succeed in." Amari adds her side note but neither made a comment. "I can't wait that long to regain my honor by then Akeni-" "Who you had abandoned and would just now cheated on. What about her? You clearly don't care about her." "That's not true! I love her-" "No, I agree with that at least. If you love her you wouldn't had been desiring me." She took the bottle he was drinking and went to the bed.

Mizu gave a wondering stare at Amari but the girl seemed again unintrested, like seconds ago they weren't fighting.

"You too will kill each other." Teigan took a sip of the glass Amari had left in his hand. Within second the man who was ready to regain his honor had hit the tub and then the floor. Mizu looked at the scene in horror but Amari still seemed none bother. "It finally happened." She shook her head.

Mizu checked on Teigan to see if he was fine. Her heart went in ease realising he was still breathing. "What did you do to him?" Mizu demanded to know but Amari rolled her eyes, emptied her bottle and calmly went to the door. Just as expected the lady of the inn had brought her towels. Amari thanked her and told the lady she was ready to sleep now, her brothers wants to have an important conversation with her.

The lady thought it would be the 12/20 rule and so left the two, for she couldn't see Teigan. Mizu demanded again to know what happened but Amari assured her Tiegan was only asleep. "Why did he past out then?" "It's what happened when you mix the hormone powder of the Ravlon plant with wine. You fall in a deep sleep." She then set the towels under his head.

"But he never had the plant near him." "Oh my goodness Mizu, let it go." "No!" Amari grunted but explained her umbrella was made of the plant and it had a apartment instore into it. When a person open the umbrella they breathes in all the plant powered and when they have wine later or after a few hours they fall in a sudden deep sleep. "He won't die?" "No, he only used the umbrella once. You need to at least use it for a few days to die." "But you use it." Amari doesn't answer her this time.

That's a deep scar of her past she doesn't want to answer. "He will sleep till morning, but that knock was hard so it might belonger. He will survive I assure though. He's too stubborn on your duel to die."

Amari had finally gotten dress in her pink gown. She asked Mizu if she would like to bathe but Mizu denies this. "You were in the cold rain with us. The water is still hot and now no one will harress you." "But your still here." Amari smirked at the comment.

The two definitely had chemistry.

"No man will harres you." Thunder then struck again and Amari got Ringo to take Teigan to his bed. "I wish you two sweet dreams." "Your such a sweet gaint." Amari smiled. She could've hurt Ringo when he was alseep but never does, he wasn't like other men.

Mizu with Tiegan and Ringo gone finally took a bathe, and as Amari claimed the water was still warm. Amari sees the bruises on Mizu's body especially her cut on Mizu's shoulder, it will definitely leave a scar.

Mizu had turned her back to Amari but was aware the girl could try to strangle her at any moment but Amari stated she was tired and wanted to rest, which she had done. Hours past and only when the storm was restless did Amari wake.

Mizu was still in the bath which Amari knew had gone cold by now. "Your not asleep yet?" Mizu came out of her meditation and hears the soft voice of Amari behind her. "No." Amari asked if Muzi wasn't cold yet but she reassured she had already water boiling on the fire.

Amari offers to pour the water into the tub which made Mizu suspicious. "I won't attack you. If I flee now I will have to travel in this storm." More thubder struck and the rain was heavily falling like bolders. Amari wasn't build to survive a storm like that nor if she had to take Mizu's body.

Amari doesn't wait for an apply and instead pour the water into the tub for Mizu. She added a few oils and lidt more candals. The room was warm from the fire, the aroma of cherry blossoms and lavender filing the air. The room was so steamy that they could barely see each other.

Amari was like a ghost in the mist. Her movement still delicated as she aidded Mizu. She poured more water and this time her cleavage showed profoundly, catching the sharp and striking eyes of Mizu.

Mizu never knew what to expect from Amari. One second she's helpful and the next she tries to attack her. The one thing she knew about Amari she was set on her goals, ragardless if she fails she keeps trying. "Lay back, I want to massage your head." Mizu still suspicious relaxs her head against the water before Amari started massaging it and pouring warm water over her head. Her touch against Mizu was soft, soothing. She couldn't even remember if her mother took soft care of her as a child.

Amari sees Mizu's long legs not fitting in the tub. Her body was covered in oils and water but her silhouette could be seen through it. Mizu was beautiful, stunning and so so desirable for the girl. Amari had to cross her legs as she felt her dirty mind think unspeakable thoughts. 'Not again.'

Mizu asked Amari what she was thinking but Amari only tells her to relax. She deep scrubs into Mizu's head, down her neck and massages her shoulders but instead of relax Mizu flinched in pain. "The cut, please be gentle." Amari sees the destruction she caused on Mizu. "I'm really sorry about that." "To cut me or betraying me?" The sweet moment passes.

Amari could defend herself but the days she spend with Mizu she too enjoyed. Mizu wasn't like the demon she thought she was. The stories Amari heard of Mizu was she was a cold half blood murder. Amari thought Fowler had send her off to finally get her killed but instead Mizu had a strength complexity. She was kinder than what she expected.

Throughout her act Mizu showed patient, with her and Ringo who Amari knew wasn't how Mizu would usually be. She didn't come across as patient. When Mizu killed the mute and deft girl of madam Kanji, she saw Mizu showed remorses. Mizu could had fled but instead defend madam Kanji and her brothel, killing 500 men. Mizu was a warrior, she was honorable.. she wasn't a white demon like people made her out to be.

Amari felt shame for her actions but she had no choice. "Mizu I am sorry, for cutting you and tricking you but please understand I had no choice." She said softly, fearful.

Mizu could tell Amari was haunted by something. Mizu took Amari's hand and ledt her to the side of the bath. Undressing her and inviting her into the tub. "You want me to bathe with you?" Mizu nodded at her.

The girl slowly undresses Amari again. Mizu stood tall against Amari, her body like a soldier but so much better for her curves and edges that made Amari wetter and wetter by sight. The girl's nipples went hard and when Mizu's not so gentle touch pulled the kimono from her chest, exposing her well ripped breast.. she had to make her hands double touch her hard nipples.. Mizu had to feel them.

Amari became breathless by the touch, her legs now harder pressing against each other, hiding her desire. When Mizu threw Amari's robe from her body, she saw the wetness and did not know how to respond. She let her hands run over Amari's hip, her waist.. her bum.. how she was so firmly but curvey build. It was a body worth going into war for.

How much Mizu wanted Amari she felt something holding her back. "Forgive me Amari, I-" Amari shushes her.

The moment for both was intense and instead of giving an answer Amari took Mizu's hand and let her touch her secret place. Mizu was surprised to know Amari was as wet as her. "Amari?" "You have nothing to be ashamed about. I feel what you feel." Amari reassure. Mizu had never been with a woman, and only been with one man. Amari somehow knew this by how ashamed Mizu seemed.. a shame that matched her own.

Instead of letting the shame and the unknown get the two girls, Amari decided she won't let the opportunity escape her. Even when she thought Mizu was a men. Her desire to kiss her then was also real. Amari entwined her and Mizu's hands, slowly started to kiss her neck and went down her chest. Mizu did not fight it, nor deny it. If Amark will grab a knife and stap her in a few minutes then it may happen but Amari's warm breathe against her skin was a feeling she couldn't deny herself anymore.

Amari touches Mizu's breast, squeezing them gently. Kissing her nipples, liking her edge until Mizu chest started heaving so much and fast her body became warmer than the fire that lidt the room. Mizu closes her eyes, taking in Amari's hot touch on her skin. It felt like knives sticking her.. but in a way that felt so good. The tension between the two were sharp and needed to be cut.

Amari worked down Mizu's body till she reached her warm, soft pussy. Amari let her tongue play with Mizu's clit, a sensation Mizu never knew went across her chest, down her spine and up her toes. Amari wanted her pussy so badly, and with her mouth showed it. Her tongue did not spare to explore every part of Mizu's inside. How good Mizu tasted.. it was a drug Amari couldn't get enough of. Her wet pussy giving so much juice it went down Amari's mouth, Mizu's tigh. Amari loved how much desire was showed by Mizu by her display of her juices.. a euphoric sensation took her. The tip of her tongue graceful parting her pussy.. teasing her so much and sucking sweetly by passionate her clit.

Muzi wanted to fight a moan, Amari was just to skilled in this. It made Muzi somewhat nervous but Amari could tell. She pulled away from Mizu, a stop Mizu did not want to happen.

Amari rises again, entwining her hands with Mizu again. "Don't think, let your body do what it must. What happens here stays betweeen us." Amari tucked some of Mizu's hair behind her ear again. There was something nore genuine to Amari which Mizu found confort in. Her desire was still there Amari could tell but she didn't want a stiff interaction with Mizu. They both wanted this and deserved it, Amari wanted to make this special for them.

Mizu nopped, trusting Amari for once. Amari kissed her neck again softly biting it and it made Mizu moaned. She wanted to touch Amari but did not know where. Amari sucks on the swet skin of Mizu, feeling her breast before her hand reach Mizu's now dripping pussy. Amari loved how wet Mizu was for her.. she wanted to bring Mizu to her edge. Sooner than later. The warrior will have several rounds tonight.. the first one will be innocent fun.

Amari for the first time entered Mizu's tight pussy. How sweet her fingers felt in her folds. Mizu was warm and the smallest touch made her toes curl. Amari goes in and out, slowly at first but the quicker she went the deep her finger were. Mizu didn't even know some of the parts Amari reached exsisted inside of her. Amari felt het hand wet, dripping.. how she longed for those juices now but seeing how Mizu was enjoying herself.. it made her pussy vibrate and hungry with desire.

"Say my name Mizu." "What?". "I want you to say my name." Mizu doesn't argue and instead moaned Amari's name as she wished. The harder and more she moaned, the better it felt when Amari was inside of her. Amari thought about fisting Mizu, but her pussy was so tight and warm.. she didn't want to ruin it. She instead used her thumb to play with Mizu's clit as three of her fingers entered.

Mizu had to grab onto Amari, her hand wanted to play with Amari's pussy so badly but her knees became weak with the sensation. She couldn't think avout anything than how good Amari felt inside of her. Muzi begs that Amari would go faster, a bit harder. Amari liked how she was getting mlre vocan and onto there fun.

With her last pinky finger Amari enters Mizu and now Mizu had to hold onto Amari's shoulders. Amari went deeper and deeper, close to fisting but not so rough. Mizu moaned harder and harder, chanting Amari now. Amari kissed her mouth hungrily, her tongue now also invading Muzi. Muzi couldn't stay by buy open her legs more and allowed her tongue to play with Amari's. Their mouth dripped from slobby but tasteful kisses. Amari pulled Mizu even closer, her pussing now spreaded to her.

Amari wanted to make Mizu cum and so had to pull away from her soft lips but both their mouths now swollen of how rough they kissed each other. Hunginy Amari went back to Mizu's neck, biting and sucking.. tears now overwhelming Mizu's eyes of the pleasure.

Mizu was near climax, Amari knew. She leaves the wonderful neck of Mizu and went back down to her pussy. She will cum nowhere else than Amari's mouth.

Amari takes Mizu's leg over her shoulder and deep with her tongue and finger entered the warrior. The rain was hitting hard the windows, the steam now even more from their bodies and bath. But the passion and hunger between the two was more than the electric storm oustide.

Mizu moaned, grabbed onto Amari's hair. Her body was taking way too much. The warm bath had made her clit so much sensitive and Amari wasn't playing around. That woman knew how to lick, to suck and to take Mizu like she was there before but in truth.. Amari was addicted to the deliciousness of Mizu's pussy juice. A necture so sweet she wanted it all. Amari's hot breathe alone against Mizu swollen and sensitive pussy was alone enough to make her moan but that skillful tongue.. Mizu wanted to pass out of how good Amari was playing with her warm insides.

Amari licked all her walls, softly sucked her clit and then spit in it to let her finger fill her once again, sucking her clit so damn good Mizu needed to cum or she pass out. Her body was shaking of how overwhelmed Amari made her feel.

Amari opens her lips more, parting Mizu's pussy like no dick has ever before. Mizu wanted to asked her to stop but Amari's finger reentered and her mouth still sucked and and tongue still played with her clit.

Tears overwhelmed Mizu as she reached climax.. the passion was just too good. And as Amari wanted Mizu cum so hard.. she squirted all over Amari's mouth.

When Mizu finished she saw stars. She could barely stand and had to fall back in the bath. Amari stood up satisfied. Mizu looked destroyed, all the air in her gone.

Mizu slightly open her eyes to see her cum dripping from Amari's mouth. And as a normal person would wipe it off Amari licked it all up. She declared she wanted more. "Never tasted pussy juice so good." Amari than got into the tub and onto Mizu.

The two had only once shared a kiss. A few nights after they met. Amari kissed Mizu when she thought she was asleep but Mizu wasn't. Mizu kissed back and Amari never even knew.

Amari grabbed Mizu by her jaw and kissed the girl passionately. Mizu was still overwhelmed from her orgasm but she too couldn't get enough of Amari. Her senses shaked violently from what she experienced but she fought threw.. she wanted more of Amari. She NEEDED more of Aamei.

Mizu kissed back, her tongue entering Amari's mouth and taking in her own juices. Amari liked how dirty Mizu could get. Their tongues went back and forth, Mizu pulleding Amari even closer to her as if their bodies could become one.. which she wish they would.

Mizu held Amari strong against her body, her hand now reaching down to feel Amari too. Mizu expected Amari to be loose but to her surprise her pussy was so tight her fingers had trouble getting inside. "Your still a virgin?" Mizu had to asked. Amari smirked, just taking Mizu's hand and guiding her safely inside of her. "I don't do men." She hungrily kissed Mizu again.

The two went back and forth all night, until the bath fell over on how they were fucking. They did not stop though. Amari would spread Mizu's legs apart, until their pussy were rubbing against each other. A good sensation neither actually new but how wet their were both new it felt good. Mizu would grabbed Amari's hand and entwined their fingers, a support as they pussy fucked each other so hard.. the climax reaching Amari and letting her cum hard against Mizu's pussy. The quick study that Mizu is though, she threw Amari back and licked her pussy good.

Amari wanted to beg Mizu to not stop but her body couldn't take how good Mizu made her feel especially after she just came. Mizu loved how tight Amari was but needed it to spread for her. She sees a banana on the table and without asking Amari enter her. Amari toes curl of how painful but good it felt. "Now I wanna please you more." Mizu carefully started to fuck Amari with the banana as her fingers played deeply with her clit. Amari will remember her, her pussy will remember her. Mizu wanted Amari's pussy all to herself.. fucking it until Amari tells her its only her's.

They went several rounds that night until both past out from exhaustion. In the end they couldn't speak of how tired they felt but dangg did they also feel good and alive. Their bodies vibrating with pleasure.

When morning came the two were past out on the bed. 18 times they went the previous night and anyone who was inside the inn heard their moans. Amari and Muzi spared no expense. In the tub, against the wall, on the floor.. the room were in pieces after them.. features still in the sky of how much fun and passion the girls had. Pillows were ripper, coaches opened by their nails as they held onto as the other fucked them raw. The night was a night that no one would ever forget. No one in that inn fucked so good and passionate like those two.

When Mizu woke she was holding Amari. Amari laid safely in Mizu's arms, small and nuzzled against her chest. Mizu did not drink but after the night she had she needed a bottle.

Mizu didn't want to let Amari go.. she seemed so sweet and at ease in her arms. The night was passionate, insane... neither knew they could feel so good and yet overwhelmed by a single touch. Mizu carefully moved out of Amari's arms and to the table of wine. The bottle had fallen to the ground as they were attacking each other throughout the room. But there was still a glass that had a small amount of wine in.

Mizu set her komono and set it on in time when the inn keeper had entered the room. Seeing how destroyed the room looked and how Amari was sleeping naked on the bed.. they knew what hapoened and was horrified. "What can I say.. can't keep my hands off of my wife to be." Was the best lie Mizu could come up with. The inn keeper doesn't say much and instead left the room quickly. She was horrified at the sight.. the room was destroyed like animals had stampeed through it. Teigan destroyed the room on many occasions but but marks against the windows? How did they even do that?

"I'm happy the feeling isn't one sided." Amari commented. Mizu sees the goddess with hair now loose curls and all around her body. Her body now with bite marks, crawl marks and many hickeys.. even on the inside of her tigh. Seeing how the morning sun hit through Amari's hair and body.. she looked like a flower in bloom. Mizu doesn't think and instead threw her cup down and went back to take Amari. Kissing her like she for the first time seeing her in years.

The two went another round.. this time Teigan woke by the sound of their voices moaning and grunting. Ringo and him didn't know if they were fighting or fucking but by the sound of the bed breaking from their activities, they both could guest how much fun Mizu was having.

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𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚡 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Karl(Isaac), Ranboo(Charles), Dream(Ranbob), BadBoyHalo(Benjamin), Quackity(Cletus)

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: brief mention of suggestive content, death, murder, explosions, glass breaking, cursing, weapons, water

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS HOLY CRAP!!! firstly, welcome "bee anon" (bee/avian/hive/bottles) to my account! its lovely to have you here and thank you so much for the request! i hope this adds up to what you imagined and i hope you stick around! :]]

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The In-Between. Any entity that normally roamed around there knew the place well. If you visited there, you visited often. Karl regularly roamed around the in between. The only face he saw there was his. Karl’s from different timelines traveled to the In-Between as well, but ever since he had found those ominous books that told him to steer clear of the “alternate Karl’s”, that’s exactly what he did. So seeing a new face there while roaming the brick-white palace startled him.

The stranger didn’t even get the chance to introduce themselves when Karl briskly grabs them by the arm and starts running to the room under the tree. 

“Woah-! Wait are you-“

But before the mystery person can finish their sentence, Karl cuts them off as quickly as possible.

“SSHHHH! Please hold on a second, I’ll let you know when you can talk.”

The mystery person nods and stays silent as they make their way under the big tree.

Once they arrive, Karl flops to the ground exhausted from the running.

“It’s the safest down here, no one can see what we’re doing. But that’s besides the point! Who the heck are you and how did you get here?!”

The mystery person slides down against the wall and onto the floor besides him. They think for a second, trying to recall how they had arrived. 

“I’m Y/n, I’m a time traveler and somehow I got HERE instead of the place I was planning on going to. I was walking around and I saw a bunch of the alternate versions of you around the place but I figured that if one of them were to- yknow, drag me away and under the tree, that’d be the one I’d need to talk to that isn’t a fake.” 

Karl nods in understanding before he realizes. 

“Wait- how did you know about the safety room being under the tree? Or the ‘alternate’ me’s not actually being from other realities?”

Y/n looks at Karl with a deadpan expression and leans back into the wall. They swing their arms out in front of them for dramatic effect.

“Well duh, I have an in between! You aren’t the only one, yknow. Did you get a bunch of those creepy, contradicting books from all around the place? The one that told me the useful information was in all caps, and the other one was talking about how great the place is and constantly used smiles. Not the traditional one though, like, it used the brackets instead of the parenthesis.”

Karl shoots up in surprise, they had gotten those too?! He was never aware that there were other time travelers that existed, let alone were able to get into other peoples in between! He nods, eager to ask them questions.

“So, where were you planning on going? You said you didn’t mean to come here, right?”

Y/n nods, remembering where they were trying to go previously.

“Yeah! I forgot the name, but I know that it’s some place underwater. An abandoned city or something. Enough about me though, one of the main reasons we both time travel is to tell stories, right? So tell me about the places you’ve been! Also, what’s your name? You got mine but I never got yours.”

“Ah, right- I’m Karl-!”

Karl turned around and flipped up his hoodie to show his light gray initials embedded onto the white hoodie. Y/n had a long, white robe with vine-like accents on the hems. The ends of the sleeves had Y/n’s initials on them as well.

“Well… the first place I’ve ever visited was this place I like to call….’The Town That Went Mad’! Ever play the video game ‘Town Of Salem’? It was basically that and I was like the host of it, sorta.”

Karl proceeded to explain the different personas and people to Y/n, there were people like Cornelius the Wise, Helga, Miles Memeington, Mayor Jimmy- Helgas husband, Robin the Orphan, Bob (he’s a builder, yknow), Catboy (very deep voice, no one knows why but it’s a strange contrast to the ears and tail. Mutant or furry??), and Jack the Farmer. He explained from how the orphan had tricked the entire town that he was a murderer when he was instead the Jester, to explaining what the word “dunderhead” meant in Helgas context after explaining how she ruthlessly and openly got her husband executed and then soon proceeded to sleep with Bob. 

Both of them were crying tears of laughter, listening and recalling their own stories. By the time Karl had finished telling his story, Y/n was on the ground wheezing from how funny they thought the story was.

“And your telling me they all just, DIED?! That’s so anticlimactic, I love it!”

It’s been maybe 3 hours or so of them discussing stories and laughing. As much as these two travel across the fabrics of the universe, they would have never imagined being able to finally tell someone about their travels and experiences! 

Y/n then started talking about a Sky Dynasty that lived up in the clouds in a kingdom called The Kingdom Of Synnefa. When they had dropped in, they would have fallen straight through the clouds if a kind man by the name of Galen hadn’t found them hanging off a building ledge for their dear life! Galen let Y/n drop into his wagon and he took them to get Skywalkers, shoes specifically make for walking on clouds. 

Y/n had then explained how a very old looking man who looked to be a pig hybrid approached them, asking them if they were new. Apparently the old pig man was the guardian of the Grand Library, saying how he adored the Kingdoms Greek history and fables. The funny part is that his name is Icarus, a very unfortunate demise that Icarus had in the past but apparently that was a sensitive subject for Icarus and he would get very upset if anyone brought it up.

Another 3 hours went by of this time Y/n telling their stories of their travels to The Kingdom Of Synnefa! Both Karl and Y/n were having a wonderful time chatting with one another about both the confusing rivalries between the carnivores and herbivores of the kingdom, as well as how the kingdom was slowly dying due to the mass amounts of pollution damage the “ground dwellers” have been inflicting on The Kingdom Of Synnefa.

Soon though, Y/n had to jump into their next travels- as well as Karl. They said their goodbyes to each other, both obviously upset about having to stop the fun and interesting chat. 

“Look, when I leave I’ll figure out how I got in, okay? If I don’t figure it out, it’s been a real pleasure Karl Jacobs. Anyways, off to the abandoned water city I go!” 

Karl nods and waves his hands frantically at them, eager and hopeful for Y/n to visit him again. 

“See ya around Y/n!”

Y/n then proceeds to take out a small book and pen from inside their robe. They open it and quickly scribble something down before closing it and putting away. Y/n gives Karl a last friendly smile before disappearing in a snap. Before that, they manage to give him one last message.

“Hopefully!”

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Isaac wakes up in his bed by the sea docks. Meeting what seems to be his friends and roommates, Benjamin, Cletus, Charles and Monroe. Distant arguing can be heard from the docks. One of the voices sound oddly more familiar than the others to Isaac. Isaac walks over to the dock and finds two people arguing. 

“What’s going on here? Why are you guys arguing so early in the morning!”

The two people stand up and point at each other.

“MONROE DOESNT GIVE ME BACK THE F*CKING FISHING ROD!”

“BECAUSE THE LAST TIME YOU CAUGHT A FISH YOU KILLED IT, CLETUS!”

Monroe? Their voice sounds oddly similar to someone else’s, but Isaac can’t quite put his finger on it. He looks down ignoring the minor situation, when he sees a small leather book- then it clicks. Monroe is Y/n! But before Isaac confronts Monroe (Y/n), he picks up the small leather book. It isn’t the one that Y/n had when they left Karl’s In-Between, but it instead had what looked like the directions and coordinates for The Lost City Of Mizu!

“CHARLES! GET THE F*CK OVER HERE SO YOU CAN GUIDE US TO THESE COORDS!!”

Charles walks out of the shared dockside house alongside Benjamin, I hand him the book and start heading for the boats when Monroe stops me. They whisper loud enough so that I can only hear.

“Karl? Is that you?”

“Y/n?! You recognize me!”

We get on the same boat while the others get on theirs as well, and set off following Charles to The Lost City Of Mizu.

“Okay first, we call each other Isaac and Monroe, okay? Don’t break character.”

“I don’t even know HOW I remember! Usually I don’t until I leave!”

“Well that doesn’t matter right now, just try to act like Isaac and not Karl.”

And that’s what they did. Karl was Isaac and Y/n was Monroe. 

Once they found The Lost City Of Mizu, they met a man named Ranbob. Ranbob was the last resident of the city, and offered to show the group around. Rooms and rooms of full on history! It was like a huge museum filled with information of a place Ranbob called The Dream SMP, and Karl and Y/n were eating it up. Ranbob had suddenly disappeared, but the group didn’t pay much mind of it as they were trying to get into the Tree Dome. 

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The Tree Dome room was as marvelous as it was big. The tree was absolutely beautiful, and was also the supply of oxygen for the now abandoned city- though the tree still looks to be thriving tremendously. The group spots a chest on the tree and nominates Cletus to go and retrieve it. Branch after branch and he’s finally up there! But soon after fallen and blown into oblivion because in suddenly appears Ranbob with loads and loads on TNT. Placing it all around the tree and the room, all he says is

“No one survives when they come here.”

And 

BOOM!

He sets off the TNT in the tree, Cletus. Before he died, Cletus luckily tossed the group the book he essentially died for so before reading it, the group ran out of the room and shut the iron doors.

The rest of the group had also found a book that had a key to a “Secret Room”, and very soon after they were making they’re way down a certain “Secret Room” only to be met with another book and a room to the side full of lava parkour. Apparently the last person to try and make it past the lava parkour failed, but they know the key or next clue HAS to be there, so Benjamin is nominated to do the lava parkour, failing and falling into the lava on the final step. Bravely after watching his friend die, Isaac (Karl) decides he’s gonna take a go at the parkour, and succeeds! He gets the key and directions to the final room before they can escape and heads to the final room with Monroe and Charles.

The final room is...strange, to say the least. Black brick walls and flooring, the walls lined with diamond armour and weapons. At the end of the small hallway rested what looked like a terrarium. One of the walls were made of glass so they could look in, and what they saw wasn’t what they were expecting. A normal flat biome with grass blocks, a mini cave in the corner that had a few gold ores in it if you looked hard enough, and the strangest of all was the statue of a looming, smiling, green figure in the very center. 

“Everyone had a person they idolized.”

Ranbob suddenly appears, interrupting the 3 taking in the room.

“Ranbob? Dude what the f*ck?!”

Y/n reaches for one of the diamond axes lining the wall, when suddenly Ranbob unsheathes a netherite sword. 

“Don’t touch anything.”

That’s enough to get Y/n to back up from both the weapons AND Ranbob. 

“How are you even here? We thought you DIED!”

But Ranbob didn’t seem to be bothered nor wanted to be bothered by such minuscule questions, and instead walked towards the glass of the terrarium. 

“This is my idol. His name is Dream.”

“Was he a good person..?”

Karl questioned hesitantly. He didn’t wanna anger or irritate Ranbob after seeing what he said to Y/n.

“Hmm, yes, he’s a good person. Depending on what you think.”

Karl walks up to the glass and shatters an opening with his elbow. He, Charles and Y/n step into the terrarium, observing the statue and its habitat more closely. But they didn’t get the chance to say much more. Ranbob unsheathes his sword for the last time, trapping everyone inside the terrarium. 

“No one makes it out alive.”

GASP!

“What the- where are we?”

…

“Y/n…? Y/n! Your back!”

[cyhyr]

Whumpas In July: Secret

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: E

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

WC: ~5910

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Notes: Sleep deprivation, dissociation, it-happens-in-a-dream domestic violence, blow jobs, hallucinations, stalking, night terrors, nightmares, therapy, mental health issues, lying, secrets, open ending, TBC

A/N: It's a day late, but it happened! I may have missed a tag or two, please let me know if you catch something I'm posting this and I'm very tired :(

A sequel to “Support”

For @whumpmasinjuly prompt list

Read on The Archive

~

Sitting against his new headboard, in his new bed, alone in his new house, Iruka tips his head back to the ceiling and sighs heavily through his nose. It’s late, and he has classes to teach in the morning, but gods he can’t sleep. He wants desperately to blame this bout of minor insomnia on Kakashi’s absence; his partner left a week and a half ago on a mission above Iruka's clearance, which can only mean S-rank. And yes, of course he’s worried, but Kakashi’s also still within the clocking estimate for the mission parameters, so he’s not… he’s not that worried. Kakashi’s the best for a reason. He was assigned to the mission for a reason.

That’s not why Iruka can’t sleep.

His hands rest on his thighs, lower back aching. He’s been sitting here, in this position, for hours. First he was reading, then he was meditating; now he’s… shit, he’s not sure, but he’s definitely keeping himself awake deliberately at this point.

Because every time he falls asleep, he sees Mizuki hovering over him again. And he can’t. He can’t sleep, knowing that that’s waiting for him in his dreams.

~

It started ten days ago—the same day Kakashi left for his mission, oddly enough—when he brought the mail in. He wasn’t expecting much; junk, new utility set-up, perhaps a polite correspondence from the principal mentioning his move. What he hadn’t expected was a letter from the Konoha prison.

At first he thought it was for the previous tenant, that they had failed to file the paperwork required to forward their mail in time and so the post office sent Iruka the wrong mail. A perfectly normal mistake. But. The letter was addressed to him. Umino Iruka. It even had the new address written out, not his old one; so it hadn’t been forwarded.

That was what made Iruka pause and his heart throb and his breath stutter. He hadn’t yet filled out the mail-forwarding paperwork either, a task he meant to do that night and file in the morning. No one besides the utilities and the Academy had his new address listed as official. The prison certainly didn’t.

He went inside and put his back against the door, locked it and set the wards, and only when he felt safe did he open the letter.

DID YOU REALLY THINK LEAVING WOULD RID YOU OF ME

Iruka dropped the paper and slid down the door. He blacked out.

~

“How is the new house?”

“I’m adjusting,” Iruka says. “It’s a lot more space. It’ll be better when Naruto comes home.”

“I understand Hatake-san is out of the village.”

Iruka nods.

“I also understand that you have the clearance to know the clocking estimate, but not the mission details.” Rikona holds up her hand to stop his question. “I don’t know about it either. You know more than I do, actually. Having once had Sandaime’s ear has put you in quite a unique position, hasn’t it?”

Iruka settles. “It does. Tsunade-sama also trusts me with a considerable amount of information well above my rank.”

“Do you feel that this is a source of anxiety for you?”

“No. I would worry more if I didn’t know.” Iruka scratches his scar with one finger. “I worry anyway, especially if the shinobi out on mission are former students of mine. But I think it would be worse if I didn’t have the clearance to check what they were going into.”

“Some of your students will be of age soon to be tapped for ANBU service,” Rikona prompts.

“I try not to think about that.”

“Your file says here you also were considered for service, should you advance in rank,” she leans her head into a propped hand, elbow balanced on the edge of her desk. “You could have met Hatake-san much earlier.”

“I’m not a good fit for ANBU, Rikona-sensei, and we both know that,” Iruka grins. “I’m… too soft.”

“Hmm. I don’t think that’s true. I think, maybe, you’re too human.”

“Too—?”

“ANBU, being the Hokage’s sharpest tools, have to separate themselves from their own humanity.” She smiles. “We’ve only been doing these sessions for about two months, but in my professional opinion, that separation would be particularly difficult for you.”

Iruka nods hesitantly. “I understand. I… I can, should a mission require it, but…”

“But that separation doesn’t come easy enough.” Rikona makes a note—a scribble, really—in the notes on her desk. “In our world, that weakness is pretty significant. But for your own profession, as a teacher of young people, that humanity is essential. Keep holding onto it.”

“Thank you,” Iruka nods. “I’ll certainly try.”

“We have five minutes left. Is there anything else you want to discuss quickly before we part for the week?”

Iruka thinks, briefly, about the letter in his genkan. He hasn’t been able to move it. It’s stuck under the edge of the table against the wall, one placed specifically for dropping keys and gloves and mail and hitai-ate onto when he gets home. The very edge of it laughs at him every time he leaves or enters his house.

“No. Nothing else comes to mind.”

Rikona nods. “Then I’ll see you next week, same time.”

“Thank you, Rikona-sensei.” He stands and bows, and then sees himself out.

~

He turns his face with the force of the slap—they learned that punches left bruises, but slaps only left red marks that faded by morning. His back meets the wall, the bookshelf, a picture frame; something crashes.

“Do you like making me mad Iruka?”

He’s pulled up by his shirt and slammed back into the wall again, this time the back of his head hits hard and he stands dazed for a moment. Mizuki cups his cheek, red and hot from the slap just a minute ago, and kisses him.

“I hate hurting you, but it seems like it’s the only way to make you listen.”

The kiss turns into a bite, Mizuki gnawing at his throat. He gasps, sobs, tries so hard to be quiet; they’re not in the bedroom yet why is Mizuki doing this they’re not in the bedroom yet—

“I give you all you could want, and you can’t even spare one evening for us to be alone?”

Mizuki won’t punch him in the face anymore; that doesn’t mean he won’t punch him elsewhere. His fist digs into Iruka’s stomach; he leans over, hugging his middle. He starts to slide down the wall at his back, the fabric of his shirt riding up as it scratches against the texture of old paint.

Mizuki halts him with a hand in his hair. He lets out an involuntary, soft cry.

“You only have me. Stop trying to replace me, so I won’t have to remind you who you belong to.”

Mizuki softens his voice, but tightens his hold on his hair.

“I don’t like hurting you, Iruka. But you make me so mad I can’t stand it. I’m the only one who can love you, okay?”

“Mizu—”

“I’ll be in the bedroom. Don’t make me wait too long.”

Then he lets go of his hair and Iruka slumps the rest of the way to the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest and burying his head in his arms. Gods what did he do to anger Mizuki so?

…

Iruka wakes with tears stuck to his cheeks and eyelashes, his mouth dry as his own attempts at baked goods, and a deep-set chill which no amount of tea and blankets will stave off.

He really hopes Kakashi comes home soon. This sleeping alone thing is bullshit.

~

Iruka doesn’t sleep for the rest of the weekend. On Sunday evening he fills out a request for a substitute and leaves it on the principal’s office door, and then heads back home. It’s the sloppiest form he’s ever filled out, but he needs to try and sleep. He’s hoping he’s exhausted enough, being awake for over forty hours with the aid of food pills and meditation, that he’ll sleep dreamlessly tonight and tomorrow.

And then he goes to unlock his door and a pair of arms encircle him, and a soft voice rumbles in his ear, “Hello, Love,” and fuck he’s glad his reflexes are shit right now because his instinct screams danger! but his heart cries Kakashi—

He slumps back into Kakashi’s arms, sighing. “Welcome home,” he murmurs.

“Iruka?”

“Hmm. Really tired.”

“Me too. Bed?”

“Just to sleep.”

“Of course.”

Kakashi walks them inside and sets the wards while Iruka drops his keys and vest and takes off his sandals. The letter glares up at him from under the table; he subtly toes it further underneath, so Kakashi doesn’t see it.

The man already has it out for Mizuki. This would just push him over the edge. Better not.

Warm hands slip his hitai-ate off his head and gently untie his hair. He hums, and leans into Kakashi’s chest beside him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks.

“I’m okay,” Iruka says. “Just having an… adjustment period. With the new place. Haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Ah. I understand.”

He takes Iruka’s hands and kisses his wrists. Just about a month and a half ago, they’d been torn up with rope burn from the three days he’d spent in captivity. Now, there are just a few pale scars there. Kakashi kisses them every chance he gets.

He pulls Iruka along to the bedroom. “Do you need to eat first?” Iruka asks.

Kakashi shakes his head. “I had a ration bar on the way home. I’ll be alright until morning.”

Iruka opens the door and leads the way in, turning to face Kakashi once the door is shut behind them. He brushes his fingers along his partner’s mask, asking, “Is this—?”

“Take it, Love.”

He wets his lips and pulls the fabric down, and gently thumbs at pale cheekbones, lips, the mark at the corner of Kakashi’s mouth. More than anything else, getting to bare Kakashi’s face feels so intimate, so charged. He kisses him softly, chastely; Kakashi holds him around his waist and walks them back to the bed.

They strip each other quickly, touches and kisses growing heated. “I thought we were just going to sleep?” Kakashi chuckles.

“I missed you,” Iruka murmurs, moving to trail kisses down his jaw and throat, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He follows, dropping slowly to his knees and dragging kisses across the expanse of Kakashi’s pale chest. “Maybe I missed you too much,” he presses into Kakashi’s skin.

“Gods, Iruka, you—you don’t have to—oh, please,” Kakashi leans back on his palms, breath starting to come heavier. Iruka swirls his tongue around one nipple, bracing a hand on Kakashi’s lower back.

“I know I don’t have to,” Iruka sighs, licks his way to the other nipple and sucks harshly to pull a strangled gasp from his partner. “But I definitely want to, if it’s alright?”

“Yes. Yes, please, absolutely alright.”

He dips his head lower, nosing at Kakashi’s stomach and letting the man fall back onto the bed; first, to his elbows, then all the way flat on his back. He mouths around the base of Kakashi’s cock, breathing him in, feeling the lithe muscles of his thighs under his palms.

He’s still exhausted. But this. This he can stay awake for.

Iruka asks, lips against Kakashi’s reddened cock, “Can I put you in my mouth?”

“Please. Please, yes, yes, Ah—fuck, oh-oh shit—”

Normally, Iruka would simply slide Kakashi into his throat and hold him there, comfortably in his mouth, until Kakashi needs to come. Tonight, though… tonight he tries—more. He slides his lips down, down, down until they meet wiry curls, until the head of Kakashi’s cock, indeed, slips down his throat. And then. Then, he moves.

~

“Ah, yes, so nice. Perfect, Iruka; love you, love you, love—oh, oh shit, love what are you—OH GODS—”

Kakashi throws his fist into his mouth and bites down to keep from screaming as Iruka starts fucking his mouth on his cock, gliding up and down with spit-slicked lips and such warm, open, wet heat—it’s… it’s…

And then Iruka starts to speed up. He braces himself on Kakashi’s hips and bobs his head just out of Kakashi’s range of view—he could open the sharingan and see it perfectly but gods that would be cheating and he has no doubt in his mind that knowing he’s not being watched is actively helping Iruka avoid an episode so he won’t, he can’t. But oh, he wants.

“More. More, please. Whatever you can give me, please love,” Kakashi whines. “Fuck, Iruka.”

Iruka hums, tongues at him more, and pulls him into his throat to hold him for a moment. Breathes, in, out, in—out, and his mouth slides back up the shaft to the head. He stays there for a while, sucking and lapping at his slit and Kakashi pants heavily, reaching down with one hand blindly to touch Iruka’s hair. As Iruka begins to bob slowly again, Kakashi reaches even further to thumb at the corner of Iruka’s mouth, stretched around his cock. Iruka tips his head just slightly to the side, to lean into the touch.

“Can I—” Kakashi licks his lips, his breath hitching, “Can I use the g-word tonight?”

Iruka taps his hip… and then taps it again.

Kakashi nods. “Okay. Okay, Gods, but. Just. Oh. Fuck. Amazing. Literally Breathtaking, Iruka fu-uck.”

Iruka hums along his length; it sounds almost like a laugh.

“I’m. I need to. Love, please, I—”

He picks up his rhythm, faster now. His hand comes into play, touching his thighs and cupping his balls and fuck; his other hand holds the base of his cock and together with his mouth, Iruka—“Iruka, oh just-just like that please.” He’s not going to last. Fuck, he never lasts long with Iruka but this… this is turning out to be embarrassingly short.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna. Please. Iruka, Love, I know you don’t like—oh-oh-aah—like to swallow, but-but can I come in your mouth? Please, please don’t stop, please,” Kakashi knows he’s practically sobbing, but it’s staggering how wonderful this is, and he wants to come so bad but he’ll hold back until he has Iruka’s permission.

One tap on his hip. He waits. And waits. No… no second tap.

One tap means yes.

One tap means yes.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, oh yes, Iruka—!”

~

The flood of come in his mouth, while he is prepared for it, is still extremely unpleasant. He holds Kakashi’s dick as it pulses, until his mouth is full, and then he quickly pulls off and continues getting him off with his hand. He turns his head aside, pulls close a box of tissues from under his nightstand, grabs a handful, and spits. Once his mouth is clear, he pulls another few tissues from the box and starts cleaning Kakashi up.

He made quite the mess. Iruka smiles. His chest is heaving through his glow, both eyes gently closed. Iruka wipes away come from his groin and off his softening cock, also sopping up a bit that landed on his stomach. He bends over and presses a kiss to Kakashi’s navel, and says, “Be right back.”

Kakashi hums in response.

Iruka chuckles, and leaves for the bathroom. Tissues are fine to get rid of much of the mess, but it won’t clean up the residue. Plus, even if he didn’t just have come in his mouth, he’d have to brush his teeth.

He brushes quickly, washes his face, and as he lifts his head to look in the mirror—his heart stops.

“Sucking someone else off doesn’t mean I don’t still own you.”

Iruka turns, arm tight in a fist and aimed for the throat. But—all he hits is air.

All he hits…

Oh.

Iruka sags back against the vanity. He’s gone so long without sleep he’s hallucinating. He thought he saw—Mizuki—

A hand shoves the bathroom door open, Kakashi there with sharingan open and a kunai in hand. He takes in the room quickly, and then steps in and stands in front of Iruka. “I felt killing intent,” he says. “Are you okay?”

Iruka, through a rapidly drying mouth, mutters, “Just. I think I really need to get some sleep. Sorry. Thanks for coming and checking on me.”

Kakashi slowly crosses the bathroom to him, and presses a kiss to his forehead; he says, “If you’re sure,” and then leads them out.

Iruka fights the chill that runs down his spine as he turns off the light. He lays down, rests his head on Kakashi’s shoulder, and breathes in his partner’s comforting scent. All the while, he accepts being bundled in lithe arms and a thin blanket.

“Sure I can’t reciprocate?” Kakashi asks, voice hopeful.

“Not tonight,” Iruka mutters, pressing a kiss to Kakashi’s collarbone.

Maybe, if I can get some sleep… soon

He closes his eyes and lets his breath even out.

~

Kakashi wakes to someone flaring their chakra—he’s instantly alert and hovering protectively over Iruka, reaching for the same kunai he had grabbed earlier, kept at the edge of the mattress. He takes in the room quickly, searching for the threat… and finding none.

Below him, Iruka whimpers in his sleep, and his chakra flares. Kakashi sets the kunai down and eases himself back to Iruka’s side. A glance at the alarm clock shows that they’d barely been asleep for an hour. There are tears gathering at the corners of his eyes; Kakashi carefully brushes them away.

“I’m here, love,” he murmurs. “It’s just a dream.”

He lays an arm over Iruka’s waist to draw him closer—

Iruka, still asleep, pushes back. He thrashes, grits his teeth and nearly screams; Kakashi takes his wrists to keep Iruka from hitting him.

“Iruka, dear, wake up,” he tries again. Iruka, now on his back with Kakashi hovering over him again, his wrists pinned by his head, tosses his head side to side, crying in his sleep. It makes Kakashi’s chest hurt to see his partner so scared, so pained. “Love, please; it’s just a dream, shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you—”

Iruka’s chakra flares dangerously, like it does when he’s about to activate a seal. But there’s no…

That’s never stopped him before.

Kakashi flickers away from Iruka, across the room, landing in front of the closet in a crouch. Just in time, it seems—the modified barrier seal pops into place where he had just been. The seal hangs, empty, like a bubble, for two or three seconds; and then flickers away once it registers the lack of a captured chakra signature.

Iruka’s breath stutters from the bed and the crying quiets; Kakashi approaches carefully. His hands are covering his face, and he’s turned onto his side, curled gently in Kakashi’s direction.

“Iruka?”

He sniffles, curls tighter. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“Are you awake?”

Iruka nods. “Gods, I hope I am.”

Kakashi frowns. “Have you been having night terrors like this since you moved in?”

Iruka doesn’t answer immediately, but eventually shrugs. He takes his hands away from his face. “Not always… like that. Sometimes I remember the dreams. Those times are worse, honestly.”

“You don’t remember what happened just now?”

Iruka shakes his head. “Just the fear. The horrible, overwhelming fear.”

Kakashi sits on the bed beside Iruka and lays a hand on his shoulder. “What do you dream about, when you remember?”

“I… Kakashi, I’m just tired, can we do this tomorrow?”

“Not if you’re just going to have another nightmare or night terror as soon as you fall back asleep.” Kakashi usually wouldn’t press, but that… that honestly shook him a bit, seeing Iruka in the throes of his night terror. Talking about it won’t make it magically go away, but maybe Kakashi can help ease his mind a little.

Iruka sighs. “It’s so stupid.”

“Love.”

“Just. It’s Sato, okay? I don’t know, a change of scenery and now I’m just. Thinking about it again.”

Kakashi glowers. He leans down and presses a harsh kiss to Iruka’s hair, his temple, gently nudges him to his back so he can reach the rest of his jaw and face. “We never have to worry about that again.”

“I know.”

“I’ll never let that happen to you again.”

“Don’t promise me that,” Iruka says. “You can’t promise me that.”

“I’ll promise you what I need to to make you feel safe.”

“Promise to try your best. Promise to do everything you can.” Iruka sniffles, and wipes at his face, and then with his other hand he carefully cups Kakashi’s face. “I love you, but you can’t always be at my side. You can’t promise to keep me perfectly safe; that’s not how the world works.”

Kakashi leans into Iruka’s hand, turns his face and kisses his palm. “I’ll keep you in one of your own barrier seals if I have to,” Kakashi whispers with a grin, knowing Iruka will hear the humor in his voice.

Iruka, indeed, chuckles. “If you can even use them.” He tugs on Kakashi’s hand, and Kakashi comes back to lay down next to him. “I don’t remember having more than one dream each night,” he mutters. “We should be okay for the rest of the night.”

Kakashi hums and leans his head on Iruka’s chest. His pulse is finally settling down. He closes his eyes again and falls back asleep to Iruka pushing fingers through his hair.

~

Iruka gets the mail again the next day, finally feeling mildly refreshed after sleeping most of the night. Kakashi left before he was supposed to leave for school, so he didn’t have to explain himself at least. There’s only one letter in his box, unmarked with a forwarding stamp and in a standard white envelope, not the blue ones in which utility bills are sent. It’s been twelve days in this new place; maybe it’s from his landlady. She mentioned sending her tenants bills for rent around mid-month, to remind them to pay by the first.

It’s not.

He gets inside, and the letter is return-addressed from the Konoha prison. Iruka leans his back against a wall and scrubs a hand down his face. Looks at the letter in his hand, then to the ceiling, and back to the letter.

He puts it down on the kitchen table. This is going to need some pre-emptive cleaning.

After the kotatsu has been vacuumed and the quilt changed, all the floors swept and mopped, and every piece of wooden furniture Iruka owns has been polished—only then does he dare look at the contents of the letter, undoubtedly from Mizuki.

He takes it in quickly. And then he drops the paper and slides back out of his chair and turns to tuck his face into the sink to throw up.

Mizuki wants him to visit. For a conjugal visit, specifically.

He can’t… he can’t keep this to himself now.

He rinses his mouth, gathers his wits and the letter, and then also grabs the letter from under the table in the genkan. He takes his time putting his vest and hitai-ate on.

Iruka heaves a sigh, and leaves his home.

Rikona-sensei said he can visit anytime in an emergency. This… this feels like an emergency. He feels floaty and loose, like he could slip away and dissociate at any time. He hopes he makes it to the hospital first.

~

Kakashi is just about to take the mission scroll from Tsunade when a rapid, unrepentant knocking comes on the office doors. Tsunade motions for Shizune to let whoever it is in, and keeps holding the scroll out for Kakashi regardless.

“My apologies, Tsunade-sama,” the hospital messenger says, bowing deeply. Then, she turns to Kakashi and says, “I have a message for you, Kakashi-san.”

Kakashi turns and gives the messenger his attention, leaving the scroll hanging from Tsunade’s fingers. “Go ahead.”

“As of 14:21 today, Umino Iruka has checked himself into mental health crisis care with Rikona-sensei. He’s listed you as his emergency contact for the duration of his stay.”

Kakashi dropped his hand away from the scroll. “I’m needed elsewhere,” he says, and waits only until Tsunade gives him a single nod before jumping out of the window and bounding across the village to the hospital.

What the fuck happened between last night and this afternoon that Iruka felt the need to-to—

He should have stayed. He should have slept in, should have held him longer, tighter. Whatever happened, Kakashi could have stopped it. Could have prevented it.

...Right?

He stops at the front doors and walks in, waving to the nurses at the administration desk while he moves to the stairs. Rikona-sensei’s office is on the third floor, along with the rest of the mental health clinic.

When he gets there, it’s quiet. Not many people use the mental health services the village has, himself included. But there are a smattering of civilians, and a single pre-teen genin bouncing her knee anxiously while she sits in a corner. The admission desk has a receptionist filing paperwork in manila folders. Kakashi taps on the desk to get her attention.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asks.

“No,” he says, “I’m here to see Rikona-sensei about my partner, Umino—”

“Rikona-sensei is in crisis management right now and is unreachable,” the receptionist drawls. “If you want to leave a message I’ll see that she gets it as soon as she’s available.”

“Miss.”

“Hmm?”

“Please look at me.”

She rolls her eyes behind her glasses, tosses pale blonde hair back over her shoulder, and picks up her chin to finally look at him. Her eyes bulge and her mouth drops open—just a bit, just enough to notice.

“Hatake-sama,” she starts, but he cuts her off.

“I’m here. To see my partner, Umino Iruka. He’s with Rikona-sensei. Please, could you point me in the right direction, that I could go see him?”

She visibly collects herself, and then says, “I’m very sorry, Hatake-sama. But Umino-sensei is in crisis. That means he can’t be disturbed until Rikona-sensei gives him a clean bill of health, or unless the Hokage overrides and calls him to service.” She ducks her head and pulls out a folder, opening and seeming to reference it. “He did list you as an emergency contact, so if his health takes a turn for the worse you’ll be notified, and if he becomes unable to make decisions regarding his own care you’ll be brought in to conference with Rikona-sensei to decide the direction of his treatment. Until then, the best thing you can do is be patient and wait for a messenger.”

Kakashi sighs. It was worth a shot.

He shrugs, and turns away. He takes a careful, chakra-enhanced sniff; Iruka’s scent is faint, but here, and tinged with fear-sweat. Kakashi leaves the clinic waiting room like he’s going to follow the receptionist’s instructions, and once he’s in the hallway he ducks out a window and walks along the outside of the building until he comes to the window where Iruka’s scent is strongest.

He stays beside it, not daring to look inside yet. The fear-scent lingers in the air here. Rikona must have aired out the room recently.

Kakashi flares his chakra, knowing that Iruka will feel it.

…

And then a small flicker comes back in return, and Kakashi can breathe easy again.

~

“I need. I need to know how he found me.”

“As soon as you’re calm, I will find that out for you,” Rikona says.

She closes the window and sits back down beside him. He'd needed air flow just a minute ago, but now that the panic threat has passed, he asked her to close it again.

He should have grabbed his fūinjutsu kit before leaving the house. He needs to seal the room.

“I am as calm as I'm going to get,” Iruka says.

“You have been having a moderate anxiety attack since we settled in this room. You are safe here.”

“I was supposed to be safe at home!”

“Iruka-sensei, please. I understand your frustration, but yelling is only going to work yourself up even more. You need to settle yourself.”

“When can I see Kakashi?”

“When you’re out of crisis.”

Iruka gets up and paces the width of the small office. “What if. What if he never stopped.”

“Iruka—”

“What if he has other people following me, watching me. ‘Did you really think leaving would rid you of me.’ Of course not,” Iruka laughs. “Of course he wouldn’t let me just-just move—”

“Mizuki is in prison. He has had no control over you for years, if he ever had any at all,” Rikona says. “Moving was a choice you made, not only to get away from the memories of Mizuki in your old apartment, but there were other reasons, were there not?”

Iruka pants, his rant having been halted but his heart still pounding. He stops his pacing and taps his fingers against crossed arms. “I… yeah, but—”

“What were those reasons?”

“I really don’t—”

“Saying them aloud again would be beneficial. Please, sit. Fidget, if you must. But sit.”

Iruka takes the other chair and faces the window. Drumming his fingers along his arm and fighting back a flush, he says, “Naruto is going to need a bigger room when he comes home.”

“That’s right. What else?”

“Kakashi likes to cook, and my old kitchen wasn’t… he commented that it didn’t have a lot of counter space.”

“And the new house, you made sure it has plenty of space in the kitchen for your partner.”

“He loves the new kitchen,” Iruka says.

“Anything else?”

“The yard.” Iruka stops fidgeting, shifting forward to put his elbows on his knees. “Kakashi’s ninken ran laps around it the first day for three hours. The whole pack. They’re so sweet. You know they call me ‘Boss’s Boss’?”

Rikona laughs. “High praise, I’m sure.”

“Kakashi hates it,” Iruka chuckles along softly. “He was like, ‘My boss is the Hokage?!’ and Pakkun—he’s the pack beta, I think?—he says, ‘yeah, for missions. At home, Sensei’s Boss.’”

Rikona reaches out for his wrist. He lets her touch his pulse quietly for a few seconds. She smiles.

“Keep going. You’re doing great.”

Iruka leaves his hand palm up on his lap within easy reach. With his other hand he rubs at his scar. “It just… it felt like the time. I’d been in that apartment since after the Kyūbi attack. Mizuki moved out as soon as he could, but I… I stayed. I liked the stability. Until I was chūnin it was subsidized by the village, so I could spend my money how I needed instead of worrying about rent. Now, though…”

“Now?”

Iruka sucks in a breath. “Now I’m moving forward. I have Naruto when he comes home, and I have a place for him when he gets here. And… and if I’m ever ready to take the step to ask Kakashi to move in with me, I’ve already secured a house that I know he likes.”

“You’re providing for your future. That’s amazing progress.”

“But Mizuki—”

“Is behind bars in the village prison. He is not a threat.” Rikona takes his wrist again, frowns, and says, “I want you to say that aloud for me.”

“He sent me letters. He knows where I live. The prison shouldn’t have been updated on my address change before the post office—”

“Deep breaths. I understand your concern, and I will help you figure out what has happened. But Mizuki is not a threat. He is in prison. I want you to say that.”

Iruka hugs himself with his free arm. “Mizuki is not a threat. He’s in prison.”

“Can you trust in our system?”

“Yes, but—”

A brief flare of chakra interrupts his thought. He knows that chakra. He fights the smile that tries to creep onto his face.

“But?”

Kakashi

He can see Kakashi once he’s out of crisis

“Yes, I’m sorry.” He flickers his chakra, directing it to the window. “I’m. Yes. Okay. Please, just… I need to know how he found me.”

Rikona nods, and takes his wrist again. She smiles. “I’m going to get you some medicine, to help keep you relaxed. And then we’ll go see Tsunade-sama.”

She leaves and locks the door behind her from the outside, like he’s not a shinobi and doesn’t know how to pick a lock. Once she’s gone, he darts over to the window and opens it. He sticks his head out and looks to each side, but Kakashi’s not—

“Hello, Love.”

He smiles and turns his face skywards. Kakashi holds himself to the hospital wall with one hand and both feet, and then eases his way down to the open windowsill and perches on the edge. Iruka backs up and makes room, but doesn’t let Kakashi come into the office.

“Are you alright?” Kakashi asks.

Iruka’s instinct is to say that he’s fine, and he opens his mouth to say it; but a glance at the deeply worried look in Kakashi’s eye changes his mind. “Not… no.”

“Can I do anything to help?”

“Don’t do anything rash?”

“Don’t do… Iruka, what happened?” Kakashi's eye turns dark and he lifts his palm to press along Iruka’s cheek.

He shakes his head. “Please, just—”

“No, Iruka.”

He is stopped, both of Kakashi’s hands on his face now.

“You. You’re in crisis management. I’m not even supposed to be here, not even allowed to see you yet. You don’t—you don’t get to just tell me to hold off, or stay back. I’m here to help you. Please, gods, let me help.”

Did you really think leaving would rid you of me

Sucking someone else off doesn't mean I don’t still own you

…Conjugal visit…

“I need to do this myself, Kakashi,” Iruka murmurs. He leans forward to press their foreheads together and continues, “Just keep… keep being steady for me. I need you to be a safe, sturdy place for me to fall in case this all goes wrong.”

Kakashi whines softly. “I don’t like it. I want to help.”

“You are helping.”

“More. I need to help you more.”

“Kiss me?”

Kakashi doesn’t take down his mask, but presses their lips together anyway. Iruka melts into the kiss regardless, and then trails his mouth up to Kakashi’s eye and kisses his brow.

“Please trust me. I’ll tell you everything once it’s over.”

“I do trust you.” Kakashi sighs. “Please, though. If you need me, send for me. I’m going to stay in the village until you’re okay.”

Iruka nudges their noses together. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He turns to the door. “Rikona-sensei is coming back. I have to go.”

“Water my plants for me?”

“Of course, Love.” Kakashi leans in and kisses him once more, and then falls off of the windowsill. Iruka watches him go, crossing his arms and resting his shoulder against the open window.

The office door opens and Rikona comes in. In one hand she holds a cup of water, and in the other a small orange pill. “Are you ready, Iruka-sensei?”

He sighs quietly, and closes the window, then turns to her. He takes the pill, drinks the entire cup of water, and then sighs, “Yes. Lead the way, please.”

[shyrose57]

2: The more the brothers looked/payed attention, the more they realized they where acting differently. Ranbob just dismissed it and said they would share it if it was important, while Ran grew suspicious but tried to follow what Ranbob said and tried to believe they weren't doing anything bad. Im still working on enderman genetics but what I have rn is that every enderman is estimated to be born as a 99% enderman (if it was 100% they'd just be a enderman flat out), but over time the percentage drops as more powers of the hybrid are revealed and so are their looks. So you could have a mom that only has access too and technically only 10% enderman, but you could be her child that has access too and is technically 80% enderman. 

3: The group accidently defeats his plans multiple times. I just meant flopping around to mean they just mess around and have fun half the time. And because their just having fun Raq's plans tend to fall through due to their unpredictable-ness. I've bullied Ranbob enough, so Ran :). But Ran doesnt do much better than Ranbob would've, his blindness leads him to be extremely panicky (which his group has never seen before) and stressed, he constantly makes enderman warbles/cries (he even actually cries a bit, which of course burns him and the noise startles him) and believes everyone has left him and he's having to survive on his own again. He's also extremely scared cause whenever he closed his eyes when he was surviving on his own, he always got attacked and now since he can't see, he's constantly believing that he's going to get attacked any second. Also he has nightmares much more often during this time, which all this ends up stressing Ranbob out and upsetting him.

4: Just during his relapses! Any other time he loves touch. But because of his altered mind during relapses he registers it as pain. 

6: The more blankets you get (you don't choose how much you get) the more self care is needed for payment. Definitely. Isaac loves it and has fought someone over it before. 

10: When visitors visited after they where basically disowned by all kingdoms, all visitors wanted to rob and steal things, and a few even tried to take over the place. He recognizes that the two look similar to Ranboo, and they know Ranboo had decendents much like Wilbur, so he supects the two are his decendents. And takes a great interest in them, more than happy to welcome them as long as they follow the rules and share what they know about their relation to Ranboo. Their all understandably suspicious, most refuse to go in and its only after multiple reassurances, explanations, and begging, do they go in. Though they stay very close toghere and don't act friendly to those inside the town. 

12: Pff sorry. I didn't actually mean to aim for ya at first and its only when you said where you aiming for me did I say yes cause I found it funny and thought you may as well.

13: HONESTLY I GENUINELY THOUGHT IT WAS FLUFF CAUSE ITS RANBOB BEING COMFORTED BY HIS FAMILY WHO STILL LOVES HIM AFTER WHAT HE DID! 

I had idea, since Foolish is a god, and if we say he is immortal. What if the group meets him? And if we say enderman live forever until killed, what if Edward meets Ran and Ranbob? 

2: It’s so nice to see some genuine trust in this friend group. They all need it. Also, endermen genetics sound very confusing, I think I’ll leave the minecraft biology to you, Anon.

3: Sounds frustrating. Also, poor Ran. He sounds like he’s having a really bad time. How does the group react to this whole thing? How does Ranbob react to it, between his instincts and hearing his little brother cry? I can’t imagine it goes well. Do we get some hurt/comfort here?

4: Well, that’s better than it could have been. What exactly caused this reaction though? If he was alone in Mizu for so long, then he couldn’t have been touched often. Did Dream have a way to hurt him? Is it because he fought people? Does it just overwhelm him?

6: Very good, self-care is important, and more of these guys need to do it. Also, Isaac fighting someone over tea is a very funny image.

10: Ah, well. That’s not good. Explains why they were wary though. Sounds like they aren’t off to a great start though. Does their stay get better later on?

12: It is funny. We need to stop saying ‘aim’ though, because I’m starting to get a mental image of a little anon figure firing at me with a bow.

13: ANON! He is literally being comforted by the ghosts of his dead friends and family saying that they miss him, how do you think of that as fluff, it nearly broke my heart in two.

Also, them meeting Foolish sounds neat, they could probably learn some interesting stuff from there. Plus, if you want to go the ‘Dream and Foolish are brothers’ route, there’s plenty of angst potential there for both parties.

And EDWARD! We love Edward in this house! Maybe he could tell them about Ranboo or something.

[aizawamizuchi]

The USJ Incident

Mizuchi sat in her office going over student files. Class 1-A and 1-B were filled with gifted students this year. She had met with each one of her students earlier in the week. For the next three years, she was going to be in charge of this group of students. It's important that she keeps track of their mental health. As little heroes in the making, she needed to make sure that they were mentally prepared.

While she was organizing her files, Iida busted through the door. Startled she jumped and dropped a few folders.

"Iida what's wrong?" she asked looking at him with concern. It looked like he had run hundred miles! Sweat dripped from his hair, he clung to the door catching his breath.

"Villains... at the USJ" he said in between breaths.

Mizuchi's eyes went wide, she grabbed her goggles off her desk and they both rushed out to gather the other teachers. She quickly changed into her hero suit and they all dash to the USJ.

Mizuchi was focusing ahead of her as she flew. All Might flew beside her. He looked at his old sidekick, he knew that she was worried about her husband.

"All Might, fly ahead of us. You can get there faster than any of us. We are right behind you." Mizuchi yelled over the wind in her ears.

All Might nodded and took off at top speed. Mizuchi had a bad feeling in her stomach. When she saw the USJ insight she sped up, there was a hole in the door. She flew down and zoomed through the hole, she landed at the entrance and looked around. The villains were all spread out across the USJ.

She could see All Might and a few other students holding someone, as she got closer to the scene her heart stopped. No, no, no... not him. Eraserhead was badly injured and unconscious. She landed and ran over to her students, "What happened?" she asked checking Shouta's pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

"He fought off a huge beast but he was overpowered. All Might beat the thing but..." Midoriya said looking over at All Might.

She looked as well and frowned, she understood what Midoriya wanted to say. All Might was on his last leg and needed back up.

"You kids take Eraserhead to the entrance. Medics should be on their way," she walked past the boys. "I'll stay here and help All Might," she said.

She came up behind her old mentor. The two villains standing in front of them got nervous. All Might looked over at Mizuchi, "Where are the other teachers?" he whispered.

"They will be here shortly," she said reassuring him.

All Might nodded and looked back at the Villians, "So what's it gonna be? Aren't you going to fight us?" he said calling their bluff.

Shigaraki scratched his neck, "No all my plans ruined!" he said like a spoiled child.

The man by his side whispered something in Shigaraki's ear. Mizuchi stepped in front of All Might, "Mizuchi you must be careful. These villains are not just common thugs," All Might said clenching his jaw.

She looked back at him and then back to the villains, "I suggest you turn yourselves in. Don't make things worse for yourself," Mizuchi said as she started to bend water around her body.

Shigaraki smirked, "No I don't think so," he said as he sprang forward toward Mizuchi. She quickly shot jets of water at him and he dodged them. He reached his hand out towards her, she held her arm up to block whatever attack was coming.

"NO DON'T LET HIM TOUCH YOU!"

Her eyes went wide and she placed a water barrier between her and Shigaraki. She pushed him back and he hit the ground with a thud, she looked up and saw Midordiya coming towards them. She was going to scold him, but then the sound of gunfire rang through the air. She looked up and saw that Shigaraki had been hit. She smiled and looked towards the entrance, back up finally arrived.

The teachers wrangled as many villains as they could, Shigaraki and the man that was with him Kurogiri, got away. Mizuchi made sure all the students were accounted for, thankfully there were minimal student injuries. She was talking with the police when Hizashi tapped her on the shoulder, "I hate to interrupt but, it's Eraserhead." he said with a frown.

She finished up with the officers and left the scene with Hizashi. While they sat in the back of the car Mizuchi's leg bounced up and down. She had not taken the goggles off of her face yet.

Hizashi placed a hand on her leg, "Zuchi..." he said.

She lowered her head, tears started to fill the rim of her goggles.

"So much blood, there was so much blood. His face... his... his eyes..." Mizuchi choked on her words.

Hizashi squeezed her hand, "I've never seen him this injured before," she said lifting her goggles letting the tears flow. She bent the tears off her face and wiped her nose.

"He's strong, he'll recover... he has too," Hizashi said looking out the window.

Once they got to the hospital they were lead to the 3rd floor. They told Mizuchi that Shouta had just got out of surgery. He had a bad concussion and internal bleeding behind his eyes. Thankfully the surgery went well.

He will have to keep his eyes wrapped for a month before taking them off. They were able to stop the bleeding but, they didn't know how his quirk was affected. "We will need him to rest before we test his quirk for abnormalities. Until then, make sure he does not overexert himself," the doctor told her. She nodded, the doctor opened the door to the hospital room and she gasped.

Shouta was wrapped up like a mummy, she could not tell if he was awake or not. She walked over to his bedside and grabbed his wrapped hand. "Sho it's me, I'm here," she said trying to sound strong. No response. "The kids are fine, everyone got out ok. The villans escaped, we got a few of them in custody," she said hoping he would give her any response.

Mizuchi's eyes started to water, "I know this is apart of the job but... Sho I've never seen you like that before," tears started to fall down her face. "I know you fought with everything in you. I could tell, you are such a great pro and teacher, and I admire you so much," she said laying her head on the bed.

"Say something, anything Sho, please."

She felt a heavy hand land on top of her head, Aizawa murmured something through his bandages. She perked her head up, she stood and leaned in closer to his face to hear him.

"I said, I'm ok no need to cry. I'm not dead yet."

Mizuchi smiled, she cupped his bandaged face. "I love you."

1 Month Later

Mizuchi held his hand as they sat in the doctor's office. Today was the day the bandages came off. Mizuchi had acted as Aizawa's nurse for the past month. She helped him around the house and even pitched in with subbing for class 1-A. Shouta didn't put up a fight, he wanted to get back to normal as soon as possible.

Aizawa squeezed her hand,  "What if I..."

"No, don't even think about it. You're fine, you've already told me that you can see light. That's a good sign." Mizuchi said hopefully.

The doctor walked into the room and greeted the couple. Mizuchi updated the doctor on the last week and how Shouta has been getting stronger. Shouta expressed to the doctor how the pain was still there but it was less intense. The doctor put all of this on Shouta's charts and grabbed scissors.

"Alright, Mrs. Aizawa can you stand right in front of your husband for me please," the doctor instructed.

Mizuchi followed his instructions and grabbed Shouta’s hands. The doctor took the scissors and started to cut at the bandage. Shouta squeezed his wife's hand and she squeezed back.

The bandage fell off his face and the doctor took off the two cotton patches covering his eyes. "Ok, I want you to slowly open your eyes for me," the doctor said.

Hesitantly he opened his eyes, it was blurry for a moment and the he could see Mizuchi who was waiting for his response.

"It's hurts, but I can see just fine," he said.

Both Mizuchi and the doctor sighed with relief. The doctor placed a pair of shades on his face. "Your eyes will be sensitive for a while. I'll have you see Recovery Girl for the rest of your treatment," he said writing his referral.

"She will help you with quirk recovery. If you two have any other concerns you can bring them to Recovery Girl" he said reassuringly.

The doctor sent the couple on their way. The drive home was silent, both just content that his sight was intact. Mizuchi unlocked the door to their apartment. She closed the door and before she could take off her shoes Shouta grabbed her face.

He took his shades off and threw them to the ground. He cupped Mizuchi’s face with tears in his, “I just want to look at you,” he said.

Mizuchi smiled wiping the tears off his face, “Oh Sho,” she said skimming her thumb below his new scar under his eye.

“I was so scared Mizu, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to see your face again,” he said brushing her hair.

She took him into her arms and embraced him. “I love you Shouta, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you too, Mizuchi.”

[kr210]

Asakura Mizu, The Child that was Kidnapped

It was supposed to be a small but simple little birthday party. After all in a world of heroes and quirks, finding out your child’s quirk on their birthday was for sure something to celebrate. And that’s exactly what this family was doing. The Asakura family is a small family, a mom, a dad, the little birthday girl, and an aunt. Small but personal. 

The little girl with her bright blue hair was super excited. Rarely did she get to see her aunt and usually when her aunt was there, exciting things tended to happen. So at home slightly bouncing in her seat she waited excitedly for her aunt to arrive. “Mizu.” A woman called for the child from the kitchen. Annoyed, the child got up and went over to her mother in the kitchen to see why her excitement was disrupted. 

Her father in the living room who happened to watch his child get up annoyed couldn’t help but chuckle. He turned towards the television checking the channels as he impatiently waited for his wife’s sister to arrive. A long deep sigh escaped his slightly bulky frame. Giggling could be heard from the kitchen causing the older man to smile that defined his developing wrinkles. Once again he turned his attention to the program on the tv when a knock on the door was heard. “Finally” he muttered in his deep voice. 

With a groan he got up. His body was sore from a long day of work but he was excited today to see his little girl celebrate her birthday. He went over to the door to answer it. Assuming it was his sister-in-law, he didn’t even check the peephole and opened the door. 

A moment is 90 second and that is all it took for the people outside the door to change one little girl’s life. In ten seconds the fully grown bulky man was on his knees. His chest leaking four holes of blood. Twenty seconds and the little girl’s mother was standing in the living room staring at her husband who was now on his side not moving. Her eyes quickly moved to the men standing at the entrance of the doorway. “Well if it isn’t another retired Pro-Hero” the shortest of the group said smugly as he stepped over the man bleeding on the floor. Considering the blood and unmoving body, the woman assumed her husband was dead. “Mommy what’s all the noise?” The woman’s eyes widened. The man who was in the house smirked. “Mi-chan stay back” she yelled at her child who was now staring at her father’s body. “Mommy...why isn’t Daddy moving?” she asked, her voice shaking. 

A taller lanky man reached out his hand to grab the little girl. His arm stretched revealing his quirk being elastic. The ex Pro Hero went into action right away using her quirk cutting the man’s arm in half with water. The lanky man screamed out in pain. The woman got between the other invaders and her child. 

“Mommy…” the child whimpered. The little blue hair girl was frozen in fear. She had no idea what was going on anymore. Her crystal blue eyes hidden behind soft tears. A sniffle shook her short frame. More tears fell when she heard two loud bangs. The child looked up at her mother who fell face flat on the ground. “Mommy!” the child cried running to her mother. 

Deep blue eyes met the crystal blue eyes of the child. “Use your quirk Mizu. Save yourself” the mother struggled to say. Scared the child looked from her mother to the three men that were only a few feet away from her. “Mommy...Daddy” the child whimpered. 

The tallest man who looked like a brick wall looked down at the child. “Do I use it on her?” he asked, his voice deeper than her fathers. “I don't think there will be a need for that.” the shortest man said looking at the child. “You don’t want to end up like your parents do you?” he asked the small scared little girl. The short man got closer and closer to the girl. As he reached out to grab her wrist to take her, fear filled her body. The child let out a scream of fear and a sphere of water appeared around her creating a bubble of protection. 

“The hell?” the short man asked, examining the sphere. He walked around the sphere looking for any openings to grab the little girl. But the water was thick and he couldn’t see anything. Annoyed, he looked at the brick wall man. “Yeah alright use it” he said annoyed that this job was taking longer than it should have. The brick wall man looked at the sphere and stared at it activating his own quirk. Nothing happened as the water continued to flow around the child. “Boss it’s not working” the brick wall said frowning. “What do you mean it’s not working? You said your quirk could paralyze anyone you looked at” he reminded him. “Only if I have a direct eyeline of them. The water is blocking me from seeing her” he pointed out. The shortest man groaned even louder, sounding even more annoyed. “Oi lanky go back to the car and get the bag. We’ll just have to take her like this” he reasoned. Still bleeding and nursing a missing arm, the lanky man nodded and headed to the car. 

A few minutes later the lanky man returned and handed a jersey material bag to the brick wall. “Finally. That took you long enough” the shortest man said. “Collect her and let’s get out of here. The neighbors would have reported the noise by now and I don’t want to deal with any more heroes” he told them both stepping out of the house. It was starting to get stuffy. The brick man went over to the child in the sphere of water and was able to wrap the bag around the ball of water and the child inside of it. “Ready when you are boss” He said. “Good let’s get out of here” 

The three quirk stealers headed away from the house calm as ever. They walked over to their car and opened the trunk. “Throw her in there. The client can deal with her as long as she's alive” he commented. The brick wall nodded and dropped the bag in the trunk then shut it. 

Inside the dark trunk the child heard one more loud bang causing her to flinch. Then two loud slams that sounded like car doors. That was confirmed when she heard the car start. She knew they were moving when the bag rocked back and forth on the uneven asphalt of the road. She didn’t know how long she would be in there or where she was going but she did know that she would never see her parents again. 

Struggling to stay awake, the little girl named Mizu kept nodding her head. But she knew she had to stay awake otherwise the water sphere around her would disappear. About to give up and pass out an extremely loud bang and jolting snapped her out of it. Unsure where she was or what was going on she then heard crunching sounds and the space around her was no longer dark in her water sphere. “I found her!” a female voice was heard. 

The voice got softer. “It’s okay little one. You can stop your quirk. I’m here to save you” was heard outside of her sphere. Still scared, Mizu didn’t stop her sphere. “It’s okay Mizu-chan. I’m a hero. I’m not going to hurt you. You can lower your water quirk” the female hero tried to reason with the child. A different hero came over and looked at the sphere of water. “You got that quirk from your mother didn’t you?” the male voice said. Scared but feeling a little brave Mizu lowered her quirk slightly. “Come on kid let’s get you to a doctor. I’ll bet they’ll have lots of snacks for you” the hero encouraged her more. Feeling hungry she fully lowered her quirk and stared at the two heroes in front of her. She had bags under her eyes and she looked exhausted. “I…” the little girl tried to say before she fell forward, passing out. The female hero being closer quickly caught her and held her close to her chest. “She’s freezing and needs a doctor right away” the child was quickly rushed to the hospital to be treated. 

Several hours later the small child woke up. Struggling to sit up she finally was able to reach the nurse call button. Quickly the child was greeted by nurses and doctors and over several days she was examined, evaluated and given as much emotional support as possible. After two days Mizu asked to go home in which she was greeted by a government employee. This man informed Mizu of the condition of her parents. Then they let her know that they were looking for her aunt since she was the only family member they could find. They then asked if Mizu had any other family members that she would know about. The little girl only shook her head so with a nod the government woman left. 

Another day later and Mizu was being checked out of the hospital. She was escorted by two government agents to a big black car. They assured her in the car that they were taking her to her aunt’s apartment. It was a bit of a drive and when they arrived Mizu was glad to finally be somewhere familiar. 

The agents escorted her out of the car and up to stairs to a steel gray apartment door. They knocked once waiting for an answer. After a few minutes and a fidgeting Mizu they knocked again slightly louder this time. “Yeah Yeah I hear you” a female voice was heard. Mizu lit up because she knew this voice as her aunt’s voice. The door opened and a barely dressed young lady stood at the entrance glancing down at the child in front of her then turned her attention to the agents. A scowl appeared on her face. 

“I thought I said not to bring her here” she said annoyed. Mizu’s eyes widened. She reached for her aunt only for the woman to step back slightly forcing the agent to pick up the child so she wouldn’t fall. “I understand your concerns Asakura-san. That being said you still need to sign these papers for giving up your rights as her guardian.” The agent holding her said. “Alright fine. Hand it over” the woman said taking the clipboard. Without even reading it she signed it and then glanced at the child. “Looking just like my sister. No wonder why she died with a mug like that” she commented shoving the pen and clipboard at the agent. “Don’t ever show up here again. I don’t care what happens to that child” she stated bluntly before slamming the door in their face. 

The small child shaking and now silently crying held onto the agent who was holding her. The agent hugged her a little tighter. “It’s alright Mizu-san. We have somewhere else for you to live” he said as they walked back to the car.