#mogi-chan

[theplaceicommitmysins]

18+ He’s The Next One: 3 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably). The reader is described as wearing a bra, panties, and a dress.

Wordcount: 4.9k

Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, Teasing, Mutual Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Biting, The reader is a serial killer, bukkake, Semi-Public (task force headquarters).

Integrating yourself into the Kira Task Force went about as smoothly as you could have hoped, the vague way L described your role as a ‘consulting specialist’ was undercut slightly when an older gentleman handed you a box clearly labeled Plan-B. At least any suspicions they might have about why you’re here will be relatively innocent. Relative to murder anyway.

It’s been a few weeks of this now, the uncomfortable side eye from the older members of the team interspersed with fumbling and blushing from the puppy of the group, a boy named Matsuda who’s hair can’t possibly be regulation for a police officer.

It’s a little boring to be honest, surrounded by cops and completely unthreatened.

It certainly doesn’t help that all there is to do is people watch cops. L and Watari don’t like you leaving the building, for reasons that are daily obvious and that you mentally concede too even if you maintain a consistent verbal denial of guilt, and the officers you ‘work’ with are just dull. Aizawa’s rude, Mogi’s so boring you forget he exists most days, and Yagami-san makes you want to back flip dive out of a window like there’s a pool waiting for you at the bottom.

“Puppy?” You call out from across the room where you’ve draped yourself over a couch. Matsuda jumps in his ridiculous blue embroidered seat beside L and then twists around to look at you with wide fearful eyes.

And that’s just because he thinks you let L hit it raw.

You decide he doesn’t need to know that he’s correct… Technically L decided that, asking you to maintain 'A professional level of deniability' around the same time he told you to keep at least an eight foot distance between yourself and the young officer.

“The fool is even more accident prone when you’re nearby. But until we have more information catching Kira is in part a numbers game.” You smirk as you remember what he’s said next, “Do try not to break him.”

“Is there something you need M-san?” He sounds as hopeful as he does nervous, flinching away when L huffs out a breath before leaning forwards to drop far too much sugar into a concoction that can only generously be referred to as tea.

You raise both of your eyebrows and blink slowly at the boy, trying to achieve a look that’s a mixture between offended and amused as he quickly corrects himself to, “M-kun.” and after a moment of hesitation, “... M-chan?”

“Matsuda, despite what you may think this is in fact a professional environment.” The bored drawl of L's voice comes quickly enough, and you enjoy watching Matsuda curl into himself at the sound of it. Poor thing. From the place you’re lounging you can’t see the side eye but you can certainly feel it. “Do try to contain yourself around my expert consultant. You may either address M properly or not at all.”

“Yes L, sir of course. Was, uh- Was there something I could do for you… Consultant M?” The sweet boy hesitates as he guesses at what would be appropriate to call you and you grin, though you quickly pull the expression back into a more reserved, friendly smile.

“What’s your sign?”

“Gemini.” L answers on Matsuda's behalf before he can.

“Oh that’s good, Kira’s a Pisces.”

“O-Oh. Is that so?” Matsuda smiles nervously at you as if he understands what you’re talking about.

So you nod as if he does and continue, “That’s why you’re so bad at communicating with Light, but the sexual tension is off the charts.”

“The- Huh?!”

His eyes are practically bugging out and it takes nearly the entirety of your self control to maintain a straight face as you nod, pretending not to notice his surprise.

“Quite true.” L intones, once again deadpan.

Matsuda looks like he’s about to fall over as he jumps up out of his seat, nearly toppling and barely managing to catch and right the chair he had been sitting in, looking distraught at the beleaguered sigh L lets out beside him, never once having turned away from the monitors.

“I-” Matsuda damn near shouts when he tries to speak and quickly clears his throat before trying again, “I’m going to go check if the chief is here yet for his shift. Excuse me.” He bows a perfect ninety degrees at the waist before speed walking to the door like a middle aged woman in the park.

It’s only after the door shuts that you let yourself laugh and relax from what Yagami-san had once had the audacity to refer to as your ‘Vixen Posture’, chilling more comfortably on the overly expensive couch.

“That was mean.”

You choose not to comment on the smile you can hear in his voice.

“That was fun .”

And this is the part you stay for. For all that L is insufferable, and inscrutable, and all around weird , this frog can be fucking hilarious when he feels like it. And if your observations are anything to go by, he usually does.

For a while you thought that maybe he was just testing the people around him but in the short time you’ve been here you’ve come to the same conclusion L has. These people couldn’t collectively deduce their way out of a wet paper bag. So every time he cracks a joke and the old butler, W, or Watari, huffs in fond amusement, the rest of the room is usually left staring on in absolute horror. With the exception of yourself of course. You watch the chaos unfold with glee.

You hear the door and shift your posture, from house cat to tiger as you look to see who’s here.

The Puppy and The Chief.

Which means the next four hours of your life are going to be Super Duper.

You roll your eyes away from where Matsuda, his cheeks a dark shade of flaming red, is nervously reporting to Yagami-san their total lack of progress.

L squats like a frog in front of an absurd amount of monitors, you mentally place bets against yourself each morning as to whether or not another will appear, and one corner of your lips twitches up as you look at the absurd view.

There’s no way he can actually monitor all the screens at once and it wouldn’t surprise you if the set up was entirely for the benefit of the Task Force. And loathe as you are to admit it, it isn’t for a lack of mental capacity. The only thing slowing this frog down is a lack of an extra several sets of eyes.

Hence the task force. 

As he tips back some of the sugar slurry he calls tea you can feel yourself smile and forcibly yawn, hiding your affection amusement behind fatigue.

You bet to yourself that he thinks he looks so cool.

A nervous laugh and the click of the door opening and shutting as indicates the exit of Matsuda and Yagami-san takes The Puppy’s post, stiffly seating himself in the chair beside L and paying you no mind as he passes by. A scowl twitches across your features briefly at the back of the man’s head and you restrain yourself from letting out a long string of increasingly vulgar expletives at his very presence. 

Kira’s father, and Yagami-san is Kira’s father, the seventeen year old little shit lacks subtlety beyond belief and you have absolutely no doubt as to why L seemed so dismissive of their abilities of observation, irks you. The rest of the task force tout him as some kind of paragon of virtue and yet he’s managed to raise a mass murderer in only seventeen short years, all the while maintaining his own blissful, stubborn, ignorance of the facts.

All the arguments you've had with this man play on loop inside your head whenever he has the audacity, the hubris, nay even the chutzpah to breathe the same air as you.

The FBI agent tailing the kid dies the day after Light changes his pattern of behavior.

Coincidence isn’t causality.

It was an armed bus jacking that the kid was on with Penber behind him.

These things happen.

It was a shuttle bus to a theme park.

Well… Criminals aren’t known for their intelligence.

The only person to spend any time with him in between the events of that day and his heart attack at the train station disappears, presumed dead, after going to the police station and stating she has information for the Kira Task Force?

What are you some kind of conspiracy theorist?

Light’s mother and sister confirm he left home thirty five minutes before the death, which is roughly the time it would take to walk from their home to the station, give or take a few minutes to make the kill, and returned home roughly the same amount of time afterwards.

When did you talk to my family?!

The person in the CCTV footage was filmed following him leading up to the event of his death, avoided showing his face but has the same height, build, and hair color as Light and is wearing clothing that he owns?

...

Maybe the real Kira was the fast fashion we bought along the way.

Setting your jaw to keep you from grinding your teeth, you slink your way off of the couch, treading silent footsteps over to the other side of L, intentionally putting him between you and Yagami-san, just to see the self righteous old bastard twitch.

Leaning your hip against L’s chair, practically sitting on the arm rest, you flick your eyes between the monitors. “Kitamura or Yagami today?”

You already know the answer since you’ve been monitoring the same empty house for hours, but hearing Kira’s father huff in annoyance as you pointedly ignore him is satisfying.

“Yagami. You will be needed to monitor the daughter should she require the facilities.”

“Under no circumstances will M-” You snort at the moniker, knowing that L introduced you that way as a shorthand for Murderer, “- be watching my daughter when she’s indecent!”

“I suppose I could do it myself if you insist, unless…” L turns his head to him and blinks up at him with those flat dead eyes and you can see his look of feigned dawning horror in the reflection of one of the screens as he continues, “Yagami-san it may not be appropriate for you to participate in the continued surveillance of your own household.”

His voice is as unaffected as ever and you cackle, gracing Yagami-san with your attention just long enough to see the look of shock, disgust, and pure unadulterated rage on his stern features.

However many years in the police force and this man genuinely doesn’t realize that L is fucking with him?

You laugh harder.

“How dare-”

L, with the social grace and poise you've come to expect of him, cuts Yagami-san off, “Light has returned. Let us do the job we're here for and observe what he does.”

That cuts your laughter short as you glare at the monitor, at the child who stole so many of your kills.

He’s acting normal, like any other teenager tired after coming home from school, something you don’t consider suspicious until he pulls out a dirty magazine, stashed away in what looks to be a collection of books on architecture. It isn’t the magazine on its own that’s suspicious, in fact if anything that would have reassured you that he wasn’t aware of the cameras. But the thing is, he is acting .

You watch first with a bit of uncomfortable apprehension and then surprise as he lays down in bed and flips the magazine open to an extremely revealing image of a gravure model arching against rumpled bed sheets as her breasts all but spill out of her too small red bikini. And he just… Looks.

He just looks.

You’re struck with the image of a school girl lying on her stomach and kicking her legs back and forth as she writes in her diary and you double forward so hard in your laughter you have to slam your hand down on the coffee table in front of the three of you to catch yourself, knocking L’s tea to the floor in the process.

“Oh my god!” You can barely get out anything in between your peels of laughter and you laugh louder when you hear Yagami-san scolding you from his own seat. L ignores the disruption and the tea, continuing to watch in his own silence.

“This is a serious investigation M,” Yagami-san spits the name he was given with venom, “I don’t know what’s so funny to you that my son-”

“Knows about the cameras?” That cuts him off as you force your cackles down into mere giggles.

“How can you possibly know that?” Yagami-san sounds befuddled and L just stares ahead. You would think he hadn't been listening to your discussion if it weren't for the faintest crease forming above his nose as non-existent brows push together in concentration.

“I want you to think back to when you were seventeen Yagi-san-”

“Detective Yagami-”

“-Yogurt-sama, back to the mid-paleolithic era when you were but a wee lad in the throes of puberty.” You grin at him, your smile all teeth, not reaching your eyes, “Now picture you’ve come home to your cave and the rest of your tribe is out for the afternoon and you’ve got the Female Figure of Hohlefels stashed away in your room, because this cave has rooms and also doors and also you put traps on the doors to know if anyone’s gone in your cave room…”

He glares at you instead of responding, though his expression is fading from one of outrage to despair.

“... How do you spend the next fifteen to twenty minutes?”

You shoot L a grin that falters when you notice his current micro-expression, something you’ve been making a point to try to learn about him, the furrow between his not-brows deepening and his dull lifeless eyes widened slightly as if that will somehow help him process more information.

He’s confused?

Now you’re confused.

Does he not get it? How does he not get it?

The room is quiet now, no laughter and no shouting, and you all return your attention to the monitor. Light moves to sit on the edge of his bed, a casual slouch to his posture as he rests the magazine in his lap and casually flips through it, like a bored patient in a doctor’s waiting room.

“If Light-kun is in fact aware that he is being surveilled there is little point in continuing to monitor him. We will only ever see what he wants us to see.”

“Unless he slips up.” you add, and L nods at your response.

You pointedly don’t look at Yagami-san, not wanting to see his reaction.

It’s another few hours of this, of watching a whole lot of nothing happen in silence before Yagami-san’s shift is over and he turns in for the night, heading home. You can’t help but to heave a sigh of relief when the door to the hotel room clicks shut behind him, practically climbing over L to throw yourself into the vacated chair, your legs hooked over the arm nearest to him so you can nudge at his shoulder with your foot.

“Ask.”

L turns his head towards you in acknowledgement but his eyes remain on the screen. On Kira. In the brief time you’ve known him L has never missed a clue and the awareness of his confusion, of your superiority over him in this matter burns you up from the inside. You lean further back in the seat until you’re draped between the arms with your ankles interlocked in between his thighs and his stomach.

You suspect it’s this physical imposition that prompts the response.

“What is it you wish me to ask?”

“How I know he’s acting for the cameras.”

There’s something pleasing about the way his eyes snap from the camera to you, unblinking, and somehow against all possibility still flat, not catching the light as he stares at you with the same attention he had given Kira.

Suck it Kira.

“How?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, you uncross your ankles, dragging one foot up his chest and over his shoulder until you can rest your calf on the back of his seat, legs spread open for him to see.

His eyes are no longer locked on your face, though he still hasn’t blinked.

“I can demonstrate for you if you’d like. A practical way of learning, though you would need to cooperate to prove my hypothesis.”

He does a weird little twist in the garishly ornate hotel chair, not quite a hop but something adjacent, as he shuffles to face you directly. “What do I need to do?” The words are addressed to the crotch of your panties.

A grin spreads on your face, cheshire wide, as your fingers raise to your collarbones, slowly tracing down in feather light spirals as one by one you undo the button-down dress you’re wearing, until it hangs open at the front. And you roll your shoulders to ease it halfway down your arms. His lips part ever so slightly as he traces the movement, and then your figure, outlining you with his eyes like an artist planning a painting.

You hum out a content little noise as the foot that had been in his lap moves to his shoulder , framing him between your legs. Then you give him the only rule necessary for your experiment, “Don’t touch.”

He blinks, and your grin turns into something darker, hungry, eyelids growing heavy as you let the very tips of your nails drag across the flesh of your chest until you reach the cups of your bra. It’s a lacey thing, thank you laundry day, and he breathes in sharply through his nose and you have the pleasure of seeing him hold his breath while you drag your fingers slowly back and forth across the skin where it meets the lace.

“You’re attracted to me.”

It’s a statement of fact but he breathes out a yes like it was somehow up for debate, the sound causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He’s so pretty when he’s needy. You let your hands cup the flesh of your chest, briefly squeezing, pushing them up and together, intentionally dragging your bra up with the motion to leave a bit of yourself exposed at the very bottom before you slide your hands down your stomach. Your fingers are feather light again as you reach your hips, grabbing and digging in for a moment.

“What does this make you think of, L?”

His entire body twitches when you call him that. One day you’ll figure out why.

“I think of how it felt to fuck you.” Your cunt clenches down hard at the vulgarity and you can feel your eyes go wide, thankful that his own remain locked on your hands so he won’t have seen your surprise. “I look at the give of your hips under your fingers and remember how they felt under mine.” His eyes, flick up to yours and you school your expression. “I remember the bruises that were left there. You winced when you leaned against anything for the entire week following our... Coupling.”

You let out a disappointed huff at the word choice before hooking a finger on either side of the front of your panties, dragging them up between the slick lips of your cunt with a whine, “Feels so fucking good .” You’re exaggerating your reactions slightly as you rock your hips in a wave like motion dragging your clit against the clinging fabric of your panties. You note that they’re granny panties and an entirely different color from your bra, thank you laundry day, but if the visible way L is tenting the front of his jeans is anything to go by you don’t think he minds.

“I want you to picture something for me L, okay?” He nods and you continue, “Good boy.” You watch his fingers dig hard into his thighs where his hands rested and make a note of that.

“I want you to picture me laid out on a set of tangled up white sheets.” Your breath hitches as your head rolls back, “Picture me slick with sweat, in nothing but a little red bikini, at least two sizes too small.”

His hand starts to drift down again and you snap, practically hiss out, “No touching.” Causing him to freeze, before you continue, voice as needy and breathy as if he’d never moved, “I want you to picture the way it would press into my skin, like your fingers, how it would dig in and leave marks if I took it off for you.” A whine escapes your throat as you let go of your panties to run your hand down and over your pussy, dragging against it with an erotic sound, petting yourself as you rock and whimper, the legs of the chair squeaking with each roll of your hips.

“You-” L needs to stop to clear his throat and that fact makes you bite your lip, “You said this was a practical demonstration. Those are typically referred to by laymen as being hands on.”

You laugh and the grin you shoot at him is wicked, “Why do teenage boys look at dirty magazines?”

It takes a second for him to process the question, his eyes looking glazed over from where you’re sitting, dilated more than normal which is saying something for him but he manages to respond exactly how you wanted him to. “Because they are attracted to the models.”

“Good boy.” His eyelashes start to flutter but they don’t close, like he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this and you reward his clever mind with another pretty picture, hooking your fingers into the side of your panties and dragging them over, exposing your dripping cunt. You can only imagine what you look like from his perspective, the light of the monitors illuminating your body as you expose yourself to him. As you expose yourself for him.

“What would you be doing right now if we were completely alone, knew that no one would see you, but you still couldn’t touch me?”

He blinks as the realization occurs to him. “I would touch myself.”

You know your expression must look smug but you can’t help it as you say once again, “Good boy.” Before dipping your middle and ring fingers into your dripping cunt, pressing slowly until they’re buried up to the last knuckle. “You- ahn- You can feel free to con- nnm- sider this the end of the practical dem- mn- demonstration.”

With that you let your head fall back as you roll your hips against your hand, grinding your fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet slide of cunt being fucked into noisy in the empty headquarters. You let your moans spill out freely, as the heel of your palm presses against your puffy clit. You and your frog both earned this reward. Him for being so clever and you for being so patient.

L takes half a moment to process what the demonstration coming to an end means before moving to sit like you are, knees hooked over the arm of his chair as he leans back against the other arm rest. You wonder if his abysmal posture makes that comfier for him than it does for you but push away the thought as he unbuttons his baggy jeans, lifting his hips long enough to shove them half way down his thighs, fishing out his cock with no hesitation.

And there’s the real prize for your patience. Pale, slender fingers wrap around that pretty pink cock that you know from experience feels thicker than it looks and you can’t help but whine when you see the absolute gush of pre-cum dripping down from the flushed tip of him, dirtying his hand.

His fingers seem to press harder as he strokes them over the faintly visible forking veins and when his hand reaches the top he rubs the palm in a quick jerking circle over the head, sticky strands of pre-cum clinging between his fingers and dripping down as he strokes his cock with a rapid, jerky pace. His mouth hangs open and you can see his tongue wet with spit as he all but drools over the sight of you fucking your own pussy and you intentionally slow your strokes, dragging your fingers out to the very tip before slowly pushing your way back into your warm wet walls, soft and accepting as your body expects, borderline demands, to be fucked.

The whine he lets out at the sight has you pulling your fingers out entirely, holding them up to his eye level and spreading them apart to see the way your cum clings and drips, coating you in your own mess. His hips hump up and he reaches with his other hand to tug at his cock, pulling the foreskin back so he can focus more on the tip, rubbing rough circles around the darkening head of him and swiping a finger down the slit to collect more of his pre-cum. He’s so fucking messy and loathe as you are to admit it you want to lick every last drop up.

You choose to think of it as an opportunity to learn your enemies weaknesses.

Grabbing the side of your chair you pull yourself up and over the arm to kneel next to him, leaning forwards with your mouth open, tongue already hanging out only for him to grab your jaw in a shaking grip as he hisses out, “No touching.”

And all you can do is partially nod as he fists his wet cock in front of your face, crossing your ankles beneath you and sitting back against them so you can grind your soaked pussy and needy clit down against your own leg.

As he rolls his neck to the side, pressing his head against the backrest as he starts to rock his hips up into the motion of his stroking, a wet slap accompanying every individual thrust you lean your forehead against one of his knees and whine before nuzzling back and forth against the worn denim. You jerk with surprise as the hand that was holding your jaw lets go to pet your hair gently, in stark contrast to the rough way he’s fucking his own fist.

Your hips jump and you press down harder, faster, rougher as you try to get more friction against the wet slide of your cunt against the back of your leg. You feel like you’re melting, like you’ve been hit by a sudden fever bad enough to put you in a hospital, as you pant against this damned man frog. 

You’re going to come like this, you realize with a pang of resentment.

You’re going to cum, kneeling between his legs as he pets you like a fucking cat.

The anger this makes you feel doesn’t stop it from happening.

It does however inspire you to lean forwards and bite down hard on the inside of his thigh as you cum, the feeling of it rolling over you in waves until your vision blurs and you’re choking moans around the pale bruising skin trapped between your teeth.

The way L tries to jerk his leg away but can’t because of the chair only results in his hips bucking up sharply forcing his thigh further against your open mouth. You blink a few times, dazed, before looking up and locking eyes with him, easing your teeth away from the bite before passively pressing a kiss to it, as if in apology.

That’s when he cums. And he looks so pretty like this, cheeks flushed and chest heaving like he’s had the wind knocked out of him, gazing down at you like you’ve changed the whole world in a moment. When he looks at you like that you almost don’t notice…

The bastard got cum in your goddamn hair.

You’re going to kill-

“Hagoromo.”

…

“Huh?”

Those long, pale fingers, disgusting with his own filth, reach out towards you and a hair's breadth away from the skin of your arm he hesitates. “It’s the way the fabric of your dress drapes across your arms. Like a Hagaromo scarf. That’s what I see when I look at you. I was wondering earlier...”

His arm drops back to his side and he rests his hands on his knees like always, like his hair isn’t more disheveled than usual, like his cock isn’t out and blushing from the abuse it just took, Like there isn’t cum sticking to and drying on his shirt.

You’re kneeling at this man’s feet, his cum in your hair, very likely on your face as well, flushed and panting, hair and clothing an absolute mess…

And when L looks at you he sees divinity.

In the dark of the room, with the light of the monitors finally catching and reflecting in L’s eyes, for the very first time you think to yourself, “He looks human.”

[itwillbelonelywontit]

L spanking shota Light whenever he misbehaves or pulls a tantrum. L makes Light count every spank but he fails by sobbing uncontrollably or hiccuping every time he tries to speak

The task force can watch this because it’s merely just spanking the chief’s disobedient son, right? Totally nothing sexual with that. L’s just teaching Light a lesson, totally nothing weird with exposing Light’s bruised ass up for viewing

hnnghgnf yes a thousand times yes. L would be CRAZY for doing it in front of the task force, I feel like he'd have the survival instincts not to do it in front of soichiro, but in front of a horrified aizawa, mogi and ide? yeah no he'd probably do that. light would be crying and moaning and rutting against L's thighs while he hit him and L would still have the audacity to say innocently "light-chan was just being very rude. I'm teaching him a lesson" when confronted

[wtfbinnie]

i think i'm addicted to the title "you & me" - don't ask, "what are we?" ooh ooh i like it baby

Basic Information

Full Name: Seo Chang Bin

Stage Name: Changbin (창빈)

Nickname(s): bin, binnie, Mogi (mosquito), Jingjingie (whiny), Teokjaengie (chin)

Age: 25

Date of Birth: August 11, 1999

Hometown: Yongin, South Korea

Current Location: Seoul, South Korea

Ethnicity: Korean

Nationality: Korean

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Orientation: Heteroromantic & Heterosexual

Occupation: Singer

Living Arrangements: Dorms with hyunjin

Language(s) Spoken: Korean, English, Japanese

Physical Appearance

Hair Colour: dark brown/black

Eye Colour: dark brown

Height: 5'6

Weight: ~150

Tattoos: no

Piercings: no

Favorites'

Season: autumn

Colour: red

Movies: horror

Sport: baseball & basketball

Beverage: iced americano

Family, Relationships & More

Family: mother, father, older sister (and nephew? i forget i know i saw it somewhere)

Relationship Status: Single

Love Interest: tbd

Past Relationships:  tbd

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Discography

Hellevator Digital Single October 6, 2017

Mixtape Mini Album January 8, 2018

I Am NOT Mini Album March 25, 2018

I Am WHO? Mini Album August 6, 2018

I Am YOU Mini Album October 22, 2018

Clé 1: Miroh Mini Album March 25, 2019

Clé 2: Yellow Wood Mini Album June 19, 2019

Double Knot Single October 8, 2019

Clé: Levanter Mini Album December 10, 2019

Mixtape: Gone Days Single December 26, 2019

Step Out of Cle English Single January 24, 2020

SKZ2020 Japanese Repackage Album March 18, 2020

Mixtape: On Track Single March 25, 2020

TOP Single May 13, 2020

TOP -English Ver- Single May 20, 2020

TOP -Japanese Ver- Single June 3, 2020

GO�� Full Album June 17, 2020

In Life Full-Length Repackage September 14, 2020

All In Japanese EP November 4, 2020

Mixtape: Oh Single June 25, 2021

NOEASY Full Album August 23, 2021

Christmas EveL Single November 29, 2021

SKZ2021 Compilation Album December 23, 2021

ODDINARY Mini Album March 19, 2022

CIRCUS Japanese Mini Album June 22, 2022

Mixtape: Time Out Single July 31, 2022

Maxident Mini Album October 7, 2022

Case 143 Japanese Ver Japanese digital Single December 15, 2022

SKZ Replay Korean Best Album December 21, 2022

There Pre-release February 16, 2023

There Japanese Full Album February 22, 2023

★★★★★ (5 STAR) Full Album June 2, 2023

PARTY’S NOT OVER Birthday Release July 31, 2023

Super Bowl -Japanese ver- Pre-Release Single August 10, 2023

Social Path Japanese EP Album September 6, 2023

All My Life (Remix) Remix Single October 13, 2023

樂-STAR (ROCK-STAR) Mini Album November 10, 2023

Like Magic Collab Release (with J.Y. Park, ITZY, NMIXX, Coca-Cola) February 20, 2024

Why? Japanese OST Single April 12, 2024

Lose My Breath (ft.Charlie Puth) Digital Single May 10, 2024

Lose My Breath (Remixes) Remixes May 13, 2024

ATE Mini Album July 19, 2024

Chk Chk Boom (Remixes) Remixes Single July 22, 2024

SLASH OST Single (“Deadpool & Wolverine”) July 23, 2024

Fun Facts

He is in pre-debut group/sub-unit 3RACHA with Chan and Han, and his stage name for the group is SPEARB.

can’t sleep without his Munchlax plush toy, which he calls Gyu.

If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a producer, writer or maybe tattoist

He frequently lies/sleeps in Hyunjin’s bed rather than his own.

[nofututrenopast]

Death Note in Concert

Death Note in Concert Opening Night | Palladium Run | 21 August 2023 | NFT until 23 Jan unless purchased through me (£5) | M4A Untracked | Nofuturenopast Aimie Atkinson (Rem), Frances Mayli McCann (Misa), Joaquin Pedro Valdes (Light), Dean John Wilson (L), Christian Rey Marbella (Soichiro), Rachel Clare Chan (Sayu), Adam Pascal (Ryuk), Felipe Bejarano (Mogi), Yojiro Ichikawa (Ukita), Eu Jin Hwang (Matsuda), David Kar-Hing Lee (Lind L Tailor), Nick Len (Ide), Marcel Li-Ping (Aizawa), Jojo Meredith (Haley Belle), Janine Somicio (Ensemble), Jasmine Leung (Ensemble), Deena Kapadia (Ensemble), Jade Copas (Ensemble), Charlotte Coggin (Ensemble) Notes: Some background noise in act one due to latecomer in the row. If you want this please PM me directly - still recovering from the drive crash so my site is under construction

[musicalelf22]

Death Note The Musical London audios available for trade

My masters of Death Note The Musical performed at the London Palladium. Please email musicalelf22@gmail.com

West End Concert (Palladium) - 21st August 2023 - MusicalElf22's master

M4A / 320 MB / untracked 

CAST: Joaquin Pedro Valdes (Light), Dean John Wilson (L), Frances Mayli McCann (Misa), Adam Pascal (Ryuk), Aimie Atkinson (Rem), Christian Rey Marbella (Soichiro), Rachel Clare Chan (Sayu), Felipe Bejarano (Mogi), Yojiro Ichikawa (Ukita), Eu Jin Hwang (Matsuda), Nick Len (Ide), Marcel Li-Ping (Aizawa), Jojo Meredith (Haley Belle), David Kar-Hing Lee (Lind L Tailor), Janine Somicio (Ensemble), Jasmine Leung (Ensemble), Deena Kapadia (Ensemble), Jade Copas (Ensemble), Charlotte Coggin (Ensemble)

NOTES: There are some moments in both acts where the microphones aren't turned on, this mostly effects the ensemble cast.

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West End Concert (Palladium) - 22nd August 2023 (matinee) - MusicalElf22's master

M4A / 309 MB / untracked

CAST: Joaquin Pedro Valdes (Light), Dean John Wilson (L), Frances Mayli McCann (Misa), Adam Pascal (Ryuk), Aimie Atkinson (Rem), Christian Rey Marbella (Soichiro), Rachel Clare Chan (Sayu), Felipe Bejarano (Mogi), Yojiro Ichikawa (Ukita), Eu Jin Hwang (Matsuda), Nick Len (Ide), Marcel Li-Ping (Aizawa), Jojo Meredith (Haley Belle), David Kar-Hing Lee (Lind L Tailor), Janine Somicio (Ensemble), Jasmine Leung (Ensemble), Deena Kapadia (Ensemble), Jade Copas (Ensemble), Charlotte Coggin (Ensemble)

NOTES: A few instances where microphones weren't turned on at the start of lines. Sound muffles at curtain call where I popped my phone in my bag but catches the music they play at the very end as well.

[jinnjigoku]

KPOP SOTD #5 | Wolfgang - Stray kids

26/06/23

Hello! I've just finished my exams! Now I can just relax for a bit until I go back..

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RANDOM STRAY KIDS FACTS! (facts taken from kprofiles!)

If Bang Chan wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a kangaroo, actor or athlete.

Lee Know really likes to read and his favourite author is currently Keigo Higashino.

Changbin's nicknames given by his members: Mogi (mosquito), Jingjingie (whiny), Teokjaengie (chin) and Binnie.

Hyunjin talks in his sleep and is the hardest to wake up.

Han wanted to become a singer because he thought that telling your story through music was very cool.

Staff said Felix used to hate being called by his Korean name Yongbok, but he got used to it, so he likes it now.

“When I’m not paying attention to my voice, I tend to make a nasally sound”. (Seungmin – “Pops in Seoul”)

I.N wanted to become a singer after elders asked him to sing trot in front of them. From then on, he liked to be on stage.

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QOTD

As of now, which comeback is your favourite?

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LOTD

"Hold your breath because you'll get caught I show my true nature and follow my instincts" - Felix

[asmallmoon333]

A snippet (with some mini edits!) that I wrote for @darkkbluee who chatted with me about this AU! :D

["What are they doing?"

Matsuda looked up to see Aizawa had entered, his shoes still in his hand after getting through security. He was staring at L and Light, sitting close on their computers, with a row of spoons laid out before L. The detective was pointing at a rather deep one and seriously explaining something about jellies and their viscosity and the perfect method of ingestion. While the young woman, who Matsuda had expected to have a polite and tolerating expression considering she'd ignored L for a week (L must have done something to deserve it), was actually listening to the strange lecture very attentively.

"L is...explaining which spoons are best for which desserts," Matsuda said, feeling a bit awkward at the words. Well, at least they'd made up?

Aizawa's expression did something strange. For a moment he just stared at the pair, and then he shook his head and walked over to Mogi. He sat at his computer and didn't turn around again, bending to put on his shoes with the air of a man who was too jaded by life.

Matsuda turned back to the pair, the beautiful girl pushing her hair behind her ear as she tilted her head. L had moved onto the fifth spoon, a small one.

"For tea," Light said, before L could start. "It's the perfect curvature to mix in the sugar without splashing over the edge. You can also use it to balance sugar cubes, which interestingly sit perfectly within. Your logic for each is flawless, Ryuzaki."

L's mouth remained open for a moment, and then he stared at her with something very appreciative. "Yes. I knew Light-kun would understand." He put on frown. "So you must also understand, then, why what you did to me was so terrible. I have trauma now. That was my cake spoon."

Matsuda had no idea what Light had apparently done with the cake spoon, but Light's pleasant expression didn't change. "Seven spoons left Ryuzaki. Please keep that in mind next time, before you speak."

L stared for a moment, and then slowly reached out and covered the spoons, dragging them towards himself protectively. Light returned to her work.

Matsuda and the rest of the Task force remained quiet. ]

Hehehe >:3

Context 1: L calls Light either "Light-kun" in general, "Light-chan" when he's being an ass, and "Kira-chan" when he's feeling particularly gung-ho to risk his life.

Context 2: Light stabbed him with a spoon after L asked her if mass murder got in the way of her “womanly responsibilities” and if she got the urge more in certain times of the month.

To clarify, this did not piss Light off, she was kinda like "hah what a childish attempt to infuriate me your intellect fails to impress, L." Then she realized that she should react and get angry to prove she is not Kira and is in fact just a normal girl. As Kira would see through the attempt to anger her using sexism. Hence she stabbed him and the proceeded to ignore him for a week to "sell" her anger.

Of course, her Kira percentage went up anyway. RIP cake spoon.

Context 3: To make peace for the sake of the investigation (and not because he missed talking to her or anything) L approached her with an armful of spoons.

The man's risking his life for real.

Another Death Note AU I love to think about: Fem!Light x Male!L.

I adore these two in any form, but the potential of this dynamic in particular had me thinking plots that had my brain noodles excited since way back when I was in the middle of writing Time Speaks.

Now, L's gender wouldn't change anything about him, not really, but Light? Oh, it would be a whole new act for her to put on. And with L still male, it ensures it's not just a repeat of canon, but a whole new exploration of their characters, their dynamic, and the world they live in.

So in this AU, we have a Light Yagami who grew up in a society that told her she was lesser. That implied her gender was predictive of her place and abilities. But she wouldn't actually have a lot of anger about her gender I feel, since that goes against her natural feelings of superiority based on her intellect, so she'd just see it as the world being wrong as usual (rotten, if you will). She would look down on men for how easy they were to manipulate; not that anyone else would ever see these thoughts. Except Sayu, who Light raises with care.

Now, while said world would make it harder for her to rise up, Light is someone who gets what she wants and thrives on a challenge. She would use gender as her stepping stone, playing the "good girl" role to perfection.

And she'd be so very good at it. A much better manipulator than male Light.

Now, when she gets the Death Note, the story goes about the same at the start because Light Yagami is Light Yagami regardless.

Then in comes L, the first person who bested her, the first person she hates, and the plot changes. L is the only person, the only man, who looks at her and sees Kira. The only man who is deadpanned and blank to her "good girl" act and meets her provocation for provocation. Infuriating her every time they meet simply by being as smart as she is. By looking at her pointedly crossed arms, at her 'casual' forward-leaning posture, at her inviting smile--and blandly asking if her back hurts like his sometimes does.

How dare he.

How dare he see and value and fear her for her intelligence? He is certain she is Kira despite how aghast every other man and woman in her life is about the very idea of it.

They call L mad. Sexist. He ignores them and insists he's right, that no one else could be Kira but Light. That she's perfect.

And Light? She hates him for seeing through her. He scares her right back.

But she also can't stop herself from craving the acknowledgement.

The game between them would be so different and yet just as complicated this time, because while the two of them don't care about gender, they know this about each other, the rest of the world is not at their level and can't stop their bias about it. And Light uses that to her advantage; Kira will use any shield.

While L will do his best to strip her bare of all her lies.

So Light plays with the world's perceptions of womanhood in her war against L, using her 'weak' gender and 'need for protection' to manipulate the police against him. While L continues to pursue his Kira with a single-minded focus and certainty. He knows it's her.

But now he has to work even harder to prove it because no one is willing to listen to him. He has no proof, and in this universe, that means a lot more to the task force.

Light is smug about this, internally of course. She sweetly tells him to give up and start looking for the 'real' Kira.

L blinks at her and says he'll give up when she stops being a serial killer.

Light hates him.

But she also can't stop thinking about him. She can't stop revelling in how he sees her like no one else was ever willing to. And she eventually decides that she'll get him to give into her too, like she's gotten everyone else in her life. She'll make him admit he wants her, too. That he's human just like they all are, that he has feelings. (Just like she does).

She'll give him her attention in a way no one else has ever deserved. And L better appreciate it.

And after that? She'll kill him, of course.

She's Kira. She's pitiless. She plays to win.

But she might as well...enjoy L while he's here.

He's the only one she'd ever want to have in that way.

As for L? Well he's more than willing to play along, in any and all ways Light wants. He's seen her from the start, seen Kira behind her sweet smile, and he's entranced by her as always. He'd want her in any form, and gender is just one more tool of the brilliant mind he'll always be obsessed with, in any universe.

And he's absolutely thrilled at this game.

So, yeah!! I love this AU and one day, I'll write it, but for now thank you to the amazing artist @thanatelle who inspired these current thoughts! His work is so good <3

Fem!Light and Male!L are so very fun.

[sanny-chan5]

Happy B-day!! 3/03

Main: Tama, Ayane, Mogi.

Tama, from OP (she's so sweet 🥰🌸)

Ayane, from Kimi ni Todoke

Mogi-chan, from Miira no Kaikata

Also: Mr. 3, from OP too; Makoto, from BNHA Illegals; Chibimaru, from Hamtaro; Nezumi, from 12 Taisen.

And today it's Hinamatsuri in Japan too!! 🥰🥰 (in my opinion, it should be DC's Ayumi-chan b-day too, tbh).

[secretshinigami]

among friends, knowing foes

Author: @47gaslamps For: @paralllaxes Pairings/Characters: Naomi, the SPK, Mello, Takada, Mogi, implications of Naomi/Gevanni because apparently when I decided not to write for any ship I was confining myself to the ones where the two characters even coexist in canon Rating/Warnings: Rated T, warnings for manga-only aspects and high levels of keikaku Prompt: Naomi being with the SPK (with or without Raye is the author’s choice) Author’s notes: Did not elect to include Raye. An alternate universe in which a) Raye is alive and b) the SPK exists would have had me churning the variables until the end of time like one of those supercomputers in Hitchhiker’s Guide.

In his youthful glory days, it was said that the great detective James McParland had had to train himself, on his life, never to react to the sound of his own name. And so it was with Shoko.

Long before the formation of the SPK, when Shoko (despite her ever-precarious position as an FBI agent) was in effect little more than a crank letter writer to key figures in the Hoope administration – submitting unasked-for analyses of the events surrounding the week- or weeks-long periods known as Kira’s “reposes,” or the latency of Kira’s judgments in regions such as Israel or Ethiopia; continually re-emphasizing the probability that the investigation in Japan was not being conducted by the L she had personally worked with; never sure, until last March when Director Mason approached her in person, that anyone was even bothering to look at the byline – “Naomi Misora” had already become a bland ambient phrase that failed to pique any particular attention even when her own mother used it. And she was not speaking to her mother, of late.

But Shoko Maki, unlike McParland, had the great good fortune to have erased her own name in order to live among allies and friends – even now, in the darkest hour the SPK had ever faced.

They had faced death upon death. They were, if you believed in the weight of presidential executive orders, disbanded. But here they were, alive, still united without a second thought, in a safehouse built small enough that Shoko felt, for the first time, that the five of them could properly breathe.

She had to admire Near’s preparation, she thought, watching Rester unbuckle him from the body armor. Near had thoroughly put her off at first, a boy who put on a hermetically sealed childishness like a permanent costume, whose eyes followed an elusive train of thought as though it were a gnat drifting across the room – the first chance she had to have a private word with the boy, it was unfortunate how little the details of his origins surprised her – but (she could not say this for Mello) Wammy’s House had evidently become more habitable by the time Near was entered into the rolls. He knew his own weaknesses, he genuinely respected the strengths of his colleagues, and he held to a strange honor that Shoko could not quite grasp, but could view with a dim awe.

The way he’d danced about the NPA ever since their “temporary alliance” with Kira, delicately and laboriously circling in and in, going direct for the throat of the matter only because he realized it might be his last communication on earth…

Above all, he prepared in advance: he had kept in reserve a safehouse, and a gallery of heavy-duty masked NYPD suits (enough to outfit all the original SPK, Shoko was sure, though time had been too pressing to make a count), and a vault filled with bales of hundred-dollar bills, and an industrial fan in the penthouse which he’d thought to reserve for the local propagation of vital information, and lacking any of those four elements, the SPK would almost certainly have taken losses, and the most likely loss of all would have been Near.

In that case, they would have been finished. Kira’s reign would be without challenge. Shoko knew that, now – although she imagined she would have been a lot less inclined to know it in the actual event of Near’s death. She didn’t act in rational self-interest. No one did.

As Rester began to bring the backup data bank back to life, she turned her attention back to the hostage, Kanzo Mogi. All she really knew about the man, even now, was his stolid, stubborn loyalty to the second L. The precise nature of that loyalty was not quite a resolved question. But perversely, she found her guard on him more relaxed now than she had before the strike on headquarters.

Shoko entertained no foolish notion that Mogi’s arrival had directly preceded Demegawa’s discovery of their location by sheer happenstance. That would be tantamount to drawing an insurmountable wall between Kira’s right hand and his left. No one of any sense, no one, could make that mistake. Yet if Mogi were loyal to Kira, the luster of that loyalty couldn’t but be dimmed by the knowledge that Kira had considered his life expendable.

But he might, of course, be controlled by Kira. And if not, you couldn’t assume rational self-interest. If Mogi tried anything, Shoko had to be ready for action.

Besides, the more concentration she brought to bear on Mogi, the less she could afford for the man taking guard beside her.

There was no getting around the fact of Stephen Gevanni. Stephen Gevanni, the CIA agent with the indelible trace of an English accent, whose work ethic bloomed into frightening levels of efficiency as it approached the last minute, who had told her that he had chosen to change his name and join the CIA while employed in the booming tech district of Southampton, smiling shyly as though it explained everything (and, with a little consideration for the character of the hardware and software designed there and the proximity of the city to Winchester, Shoko had to admit it explained a lot)…

…but however she got to know him, there was no getting around it: he looked a good deal like an old colleague who had carried a flame for her, a flame that had even been a spark in her own heart for a fleeting moment. A shade of the skin, the slightest shifts in the angles of the eye or the jaw, were all that distinguished his face from that of Raye Penber.

Raye had been a good man, who had always meant what was best for her. But she had soon realized that his conception of what was best – for her or for anyone – was a life fitted, as much as possible, to whatever was safest and most routine. The extraordinary effort sometimes needed to apprehend a suspect, the gratuitous thrill of a motorcycle ride, anything that went either above or beyond the strictest call of duty: these things, in Raye’s eyes, were reducible to the level of needless hazard involved.

In itself, it had been one of those unfortunate and brief flirtations that simply happened in life, a mood that came and went and scarcely left a trace. But in the black ink of the newspaper of that first December, Raye’s mark on her life had been made indelible. He had been a good man. To see his name in the list of the dead was to know, once and for all, what Kira was.

Gevanni was, in reality, very unlike him. Gevanni was far from a fearless man, but he did his utmost in spite of it. He had a secret fondness for frippery, especially in the realm of suits, which he preferred stitched by his own hand. If it came to a fight (whatever they might lead Kanzo Mogi to believe), Gevanni did not stand a chance. And, though he had been nothing but silent on the subject, Shoko was sure that some of his special skills had been refined while on the wrong side of the law.

In short, Stephen Gevanni was admirable and imperfect and compelling, a man who had survived the worst and stood with her shoulder to shoulder as the last bulwark against Kira, and there was a part of her that could not look at his face without thinking how she might mourn his death.

Of the SPK (a phrase precisely equivalent to “of the whole world”, these past few months), only Halle Lidner had heard any of this: some hours after President Sairas’s surrender, these sentiments had spilled over into their regular sparring session. Lidner won so easily she couldn’t but ask why, and Shoko, for her part, couldn’t but tell. For Lidner’s ears only. She did at times ponder, though. Perhaps, should they turn out triumphant…

Shoko shook herself out of the very reverie she had just resolved to avoid, and turned her attention back to Mogi. It was because of him that this silence prevailed around the safehouse, and most particularly the part of the silence that was hers, keeping from the words that most desperately needed to be said.

The words that Lidner, standing in point position beside the door, desperately needed to hear.

To assume rational self-interest was sometimes nothing short of foolish.

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It took longer than Shoko expected. But the results with the NPA were well worth the wait, and an hour after they saw Mogi off, and Aizawa, relaxation began to take hold again. Rester and Gevanni would take some time before they could compile for analysis all unique news footage of the trap they had just escaped from, Near had curled to sleep in one of the armchairs, and Shoko found her opening.

She approached Lidner almost casually. Though she would speak nothing but the truth, she had had time to consider her delivery with care.

“This new HQ makes a good change of scene, don’t you think?”

Lidner laughed. “I’m surprised you think so, Maki. Isn’t that motorcycle of yours still in the underground garage?”

In all the excitement, the last thing on her mind was her Kawasaki. But yes, of course it was there. Left to the first looter who might come back and claim it, along with all the other disused vehicles…

“But you think so too, don’t you, Lidner,” said Shoko, glancing toward the ground. “You don’t half expect…” She left the sentence hanging.

“Expect…?”

“To hear Powers babbling every last idea that comes to mind, or Mason holding forth with one of those gusts of authoritative phrases as though he’s really in charge. Or to smell one of Gardner’s furtive cigarettes. You know… all that.”

Lidner did not answer, but did close her eyes as though formulating one.

After a moment, Shoko said: “Mogi’s phone had a GPS tracker. That’s what has to have done it, right?”

Jarred out of her line of thought, Lidner only blinked and said, “Probably.”

“And it didn’t occur to anyone to confiscate his devices on his way to New York,” said Shoko flatly. “Knowing he was working with Kira.”

“The plan required his cell phone,” Lidner reminded her.

“Not necessarily.” Shoko looked her dead in the eye. “Not if Mello could have been in the main data room right along with us.”

“You know that would never happen, Maki,” said Lidner, her voice coming across with much less strength than her face. She was catching on. “Some passcodes are one use only.”

“Yes. We determined it would never happen, because his presence posed a threat. A threat that the SPK could easily neutralize. But he recognized our desire for distance. Near’s desire for reconciliation. And Kira’s desire to eliminate the SPK.”

A long silence.

“And yet,” said Lidner at last, “we’re alive. And in a stronger position than ever before.”

“You think he intended to fail.”

“It was a blow against Kira,” said Lidner, her confidence waxing again. “Mello doesn’t have much in the way of personal resources, these days, but I can guarantee you he would be glad to strike at Kira any way he can.”

Excepting the final strike, of course, if it were done by anyone but himself. There was no need to bother voicing something so obvious, though.

“What do you think are the chances that Kira intended to fail?”

“No chance at all,” agreed Lidner at once, “but Mello had something that Kira lacked.”

Shoko waited for elaboration.

“Ratt’s information.” Lidner, to her credit, offered these words a bit gingerly.

“I don’t suppose he’s told you what that information entailed?” said Shoko coldly. “Apart from the true identities of thirty-four of our colleagues?”

“Of course not,” she snapped. “But I do know that every one of the preparations that saved us was in place when Ratt was still with us. If nothing else, he certainly would have talked about the cash in the vault. And you remember he had access to the vault with the skyscraper’s blueprints?”

Yes. Shoko remembered. But their escape had still been far from a sure thing. “We backed Kira into a corner. Mello benefits. I’ll grant you that. If we were dragged out and exposed to the cameras… that would also benefit Mello.“

“It wouldn’t.”

“No,” agreed Shoko. “But this is a man who literally blew himself up. He’s probably up to figuratively shooting himself in the foot.”

She turned to where Near lay sleeping, curled below the screens where Demegawa screamed silently into Gevanni’s headset that they be given as a sacrifice to Kira, and she looked back on Lidner with pity and compassion.

“Why are you so eager to call him an ally? You tell him all we know about Kira, you block me from tackling him to the ground the instant he lets his guard down, and now you defend him…”

Lidner was matter-of-fact. “If you’d tackled him to the ground, that would have been a blow to his pride he’d never forgive.”

“Considering what a blow to his pride our existence is, I suppose I don’t want to see what it would be like if he didn’t forgive us.”

Lidner sighed, drew herself up an office chair and sat. “Listen, Maki. I do have an answer to your question.”

She paused a moment, and this time, Shoko took time to sit herself, and let Lidner get her thoughts together. If either of them became intransigent now, no good would come of it.

“During the arrest of Kyosuke Higuchi. Near’s source said the two shots that took out Higuchi’s front tire, and blasted the gun from his hand, came from a private helicopter. A helicopter that had been on the scene prior to the arrival of the police blockade.”

Shoko was clearly supposed to grasp something here, but she was lost.

“Well? Don’t you think it was L in that helicopter?”

“I don’t think so, actually,” said Shoko thoughtfully. “You need good posture to fire with that kind of accuracy from a distance.”

“I–” Lidner looked up, flabbergasted. “Are you telling me you know what the original L’s posture was like?”

“Yes,” she said quietly. “I met him. Only once, but–”

“What happened?” asked Lidner eagerly.

Shoko flushed dimly, wishing she had a better story. “He attacked me. I kicked him down a flight of stairs. I gather it was supposed to be some sort of test.”

“There!” whispered Lidner (Near had just snorted in his sleep). “That’s just what I mean to say! And the helicopter– if it wasn’t L, it was someone acting on L’s orders. Watari, or… well, it wasn’t anyone involved in the raid on Mello’s fortress, or he would never have had a chance to use the detonator. A crack shot, identity unknown. But that’s not the point. Is that an order Near would ever give?”

“No,” Shoko allowed. “But wasn’t this supposed to be your argument to justify Mello? Mello would just have blown Higuchi’s head clean off.”

“You say that like it would be a problem,” muttered Lidner bitterly. “But– I mean, you’re right. Of course you are. Mello is built to shoot first and ask questions later. But Near– he’s built more like your FBI man. He asks questions, and asks more questions, and only at the very last resort can he bring himself to shoot. If Mello isn’t there to shoot on his behalf, maybe… maybe he won’t see the last resort coming.”

Shoko felt the blood drain from her face, and her hands become vises around her armrests. To dredge up her private confidence about Raye, just for the sake of winning an argument that needed to be lost–

“There’s another possibility,” Shoko said, levelly, as though at a remove from her own body. “With regard to the helicopter. It might have been Kira taking those shots.”

She took a deep and shaking breath.

“We know that, at some point, Kira took L’s place. We know L was dead a week after that arrest. We don’t know how either of these things came to pass, but there is one way it might have come about. L might have found Kira useful. A crack shot, perhaps, and almost certainly a top-notch thinker… and what did it matter that he was a known murderer, if they were aligned in the same cause?”

Lidner stood and turned away, her eyes shut tight. She had no answer.

—-

The rift between Lidner and Shoko, though convenient for their cover, remained, very real, until the arrival of the plastic molding kit.

Rester had suggested (with all due respect, of course, and the edge in the voice that invariably came with the phrase) that all these special-order toys, like Mello’s chocolate trucks, posed a security risk, especially the Lego dolls ordered to resemble Kiyomi Takada and Light Yagami. Near – and Shoko was not sure this was an exaggeration – would sooner die than give up a chance to use toys as visual aids, but the kit was a reasonable compromise.

And so, in the lull before Gevanni’s last big operation, Rester, Halle and Shoko (but not Gevanni; tailing Mikami was always top priority) took one of Takada’s days off to watch Near craft the toys he thought he might need in the coming days. Mostly, what he thought he needed turned out to be soft plastic finger puppets. The SPK and the NPA were a bit caricatured, Near included. Mello, Misa, Takada and Mikami were caricatured to the point of political cartoon. And the portrayal of Kira, in one of Near’s strokes of sheer childish spite, was simply a cut-rate Hamburglar.

“But what on earth is this?” said Shoko, holding up a just-cooled mask in perplexity. It had a round face, blue matted hair, puffy bulging eyes, and weirdly puckered lips. “I can certainly understand wearing a mask to meet the second L, but why this particular mask?”

“I believe it’s a face Light Yagami will recognize.”

Halle Lidner looked from Near to Shoko, and then from Shoko to Near again, with increasing incredulity. “Near. Am I to gather that you have never actually met L?”

Near’s mouth turned up toward a cheek in irritation. “No, actually. I was merely operating on reliable and corroborated description. Pale skin the same color as his lips, dark unkempt hair, large eyes with deep shadows underneath. Is that not all correct?”

“How is it possible that L’s heir never met L?” Shoko demanded.

Near sighed and flopped back-first onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling. “In point of fact, it was because I was L’s heir. To be correct: one of the two. It was maybe a year before the Kira case that he paid a personal visit to Wammy’s House. Everyone went out to meet him, Mello included – it was a bigger event than three Christmases put together – but as for me, I stayed behind. I was sure he would want to speak with me privately, and if not, he would take the extra trouble anyway. Turned out, he was equally stubborn in passively drawing me out. Which made it a losing battle on my part. He left just as scheduled, and I had to get all the details second-hand.”

His eyes rested on Shoko. “But I gather you can set me straight. The records do say you once worked with L.” He rolled back into his regular crouch and smiled in that gooey way that always meant mischief. “All right. Let’s do this properly. But for future reference, Maki, there are some work history details you really ought to mention to your employers.”

Halle laughed.

—-

Taking up half Takada’s personal security detail had seemed like a good idea at the time, but in retrospect it was a waste of limited manpower. Takada was careful enough about her private communications that even her most trusted bodyguards never accompanied her inside her apartment suite; the only thing that proved of interest about her schedule otherwise was that she was always in meetings at one o'clock on Thursdays; and all that remained was to help accost the hostile riffraff a beautiful and politically outspoken celebrity inevitably accumulated.

The riffraff surrounding Miss Takada did not generally survive being accosted.

But her evening escort was mercifully without event, and all that remained was to smilingly endure the nine-o’-clock news. Tomorrow, if Mikami kept writing (Shoko was reminded that she and Halle weren’t the only SPK members complicit in Kira’s crimes at this moment), Gevanni would give the go-ahead to set the meeting. So much had been set in stone, so far in advance, and yet there were loose ends that no one had even considered tying up. Mello, lovingly immortalized though he was as Chucky the Living Doll, was still at large, and even the precise substance of these secret communications with Mikami Teru and Light Yagami…

“Good-evening-miss-takada,” mumbled the receptionist automatically as they passed. Megumi Kato, her name was. The epitome of a seat-warmer. She did what was plainly required of her, and then checked out. Not an option for an attache of Shoko’s prestige, unfortunately. A bodyguard had to take the initiative.

Yes. She did have to take the initiative. And Megumi Kato was her ticket to doing so.

During the evening broadcast, Shoko wrote a hasty notice, and, when she was sure Kato wasn’t really listening, delivered it to her and, without unnecessarily perking her ears by mentioning Takada’s name, told her to be sure to pass it along. By 10:05, the customary “good-night-miss-takada” assured her all was indeed well.

The following evening, with escort duty falling to one of the honest bodyguards, Shoko Maki arrived at Takada’s home alongside Gevanni, who was dressed as a professional locksmith. (Rester could tail Mikami for a day. He couldn’t confirm he was still writing, but that meant only twenty-four more hours before plans solidified beyond repair. Besides, she remembered with a squirm, Shoko’s preparations had really left Near no choice.)

Once inside, just as she had outlined in the note she left with Kato, she set out to make a complete security inventory of Takada’s living quarters. The points of entry (the windows were sealed and bulletproof, but the door, by the very fact that the search could be carried out, needed biometric scanners). The microphones and security cameras (all confirmed as NHN property, but numbered just in case). Any point at which a person might lie in hiding or a bomb might be placed to greatest effect. She’d borrowed Gevanni’s minicamera for documentation purposes. On occasion, she needed to call him over to get another lock. For the benefit of the cameras, she carried herself with brusque efficiency, punctuated only by the occasional comment and the click of the camera.

And when Gevanni unlocked the top left desk drawer and they both saw the sheaf of lined paper coated in names – perhaps she had visibly hesitated, or perhaps time had simply hung suspended for a moment – the photograph was made completely without comment, and the inventory went on.

They re-armed all the locks, proceeded out of the complex, and then out of the building. Shoko took one deep drag of the January air, and suddenly found her head swimming, the grey evening turning dark and green, and she fell to her knees into the brittle dead grass.

“We never did find those hotel notepads,” Gevanni observed wryly, from somewhere high above.

She laughed an unreasonable length over that, and just when she thought it was over, the fit took her again.

At long last she looked up through her tears into the haunting face of Stephen Gevanni. He was visibly sweating, propping himself up against the exterior wall for support.

“Let’s call headquarters,” she suggested.

[skbinsual]

Baby Changbin: ma..ma..

Chan: OMG , woojin! mogi is about to say his first words.

Woojin: *gets closer to them.

Baby changbin: ma.ma.. MATRYOSHIKA

Woojin & chan: *shook*

[felixiesegg]

Changbin

Stage Name: Changbin (창빈) Birth Name: Seo Chang Bin (서창빈) Birthday: August 11, 1999 Zodiac Sign: Leo Height: 167 cm (5’6″) Blood Type: O Unit: 3RACHA Spotify: All-rounder Changbin’s Favorites Changbin Factzz – He was born in Yongin, South Korea. – He has an older sister. – His nicknames are Mogi (mosquito), Jingjingie (whiny), Teokjaengie (chin), and Binnie. – He graduated from Bora High School. – He trained for 2 years. – He is in the pre-debut group/sub-unit 3RACHA with Chan and Jisung. – His stage name in 3RACHA is SPEARB. – He thinks his charming point is being cheerful and active. – His specialties are writing lyrics and rap. – When Changbin was accepted into JYPE, his parents were like “Wow, our son is a genius! We should’ve had him do music earlier” he said they seemed happier than if he had been accepted to any university. (TWO KIDS ROOM: CHANGBIN & FELIX)

[okdnn]

Okada Nana and Murayama Yuiri Mail September 7 2020

Okada Nana Mail

September 7

Ah 〜 … I slept a lot 〜 …

I ate a lot last night,

So I feel bad about it!

I will limit my calorie intake today. Forgive me 〜 . 

I slept a lot

So I’m ready to stay all night editing video

I will finish it today. Let’s do it.

Let’s do our best todaaaaaaay !

Acid

Fatigue reduction juice. My breakfast ! 

Lately,

I want acidic stuff… like vinegar or lemon.

Even on yesterday’s karaage bento with lemon,

I asked for Yuuchan’s lemon and ate it raw.

I also received Kari Kari ume from her,

In short, give me some acid … ! lol

Fish-eye-rii

Fish eye lense and normal lense … 

Gyo Gyooo … ? ! ? !

Mole spotted 

Around the bottom of my clavicle. 

A small dot…

I found it yesterday’s morning! So surprising!

Totaling with my mole on the back,

I have 2 moles. 

Some people said that it increases when you try to count it…

I count it … Aaaaah …

Update

Mogi san’s makeup video

That was uploaded

In YuuNaaMogiOn channel yesterday … … …

The on-text video gone

And there were various mistakes

So we have to delete it first and reup it again today!

https://youtu.be/0NdA_z4LjGs

Mogisan’s makeup

Is quite similar to me

So I understand her a lot! Makeup is very nice isn’t it.

Today's dinner

Japanese meal. I’m digging in.

I want to lose weight, but my appetite won 〜

Long life plump body! lol

Retro feeling 

B612’s retro filter

It feels so nostalgic and I’m getting hooked to it.

Retrorii-san. 

Cute.

Murayama Yuiri Mail

Zunrii

Hello！

The other day, when I do stretching

And I tried to stretch my body

The bone on the side of my stomach? Got cramp

And when I tried to stretch

The front side of my calf,

My toes got cramp

And when I brush my teeth

My finger got cramp

When I tried to dance my toe got cramp

I Cramp so much

That my face became like this.

Ah, people who look at me

While saying “You got cramp again?”

Must have same expression

As Zun. lol

So what I want to say is,

Hydration, salt and calcium (?)

Is important.

Murayamabe

Ayu keep posting “Murayamabe”

On her Twitter,

She’s so kind isn’t she

I always press like everytime !

Perspective…？Ayu chan？？

[mnetruinedmylife]

Untitled Gang AU

This is just my need to write an AKB Gang AU combined with shameless Yuunaa. It’s written in mostly stream of consciousness writing, so the topic jumps to whatever connection my brain jumps to, it can get a little disorientating at times.  It’s also kind of unfinished, but I didn’t want it sitting in a file collecting dust, so here it is.

Warnings: this piece includes: mentions of violence, though nothing too graphic; traumatic flashbacks; mildly sexually charged scenes, though nothing truly nsfw.

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The town of Akihabara is a place of conflict and contradictions.

Located in the central ward of Tokyo, it has the highest rate of organised crime activity in all of Japan. The police will claim that there are no gangs in Akihabara – after all, the businesses are flourishing and the tourists come in droves, there is no safer place. Yet, every denizen knows that the infamous 48 Gangs originated in there, and it’s even a point of pride for a few.

If the press interviews a resident, they’ll swear up and down that they’ve never felt safer anywhere else. But more than once has a tourist revealed that they’ve been told by locals scuttling about to either stay on the nearby streets north and west of Akihabara train station after dark, or else not go wandering about at all.

The Akihabara sect of the 48 Gangs themselves are full of conflicting information too.

Sometimes, when the residents manage to acknowledge that they exist, one may hear them whisper in hushed tones about how they’re vigilantes, heroes who do the right thing when the police can’t or won’t. But in the same breath they’d tell you to stay away from one particular café in the Hanaokacho district, and the theatre near Taito station. The members of the AKB sect themselves would laugh themselves sick at the term, all the while shooting a defenceless man in the head without batting an eye, because they’re not heroes. They have their own goals, their own plans, most of which revolve around protecting their own, their members, their family, and if some things extend towards heroism, than that’s just a coincidence, and if some things stretch closer to the other side, well, that’s fine too.

Word on the street says it starts during the days when multiple factions ran rampant all over Tokyo. When kids were recruited right out of high school (and some still in it) into the Project gangs and prostitution rings. Some say a man rose up to create a force that could clean up the streets and keep the gang violence where it belongs – between gangs and not involving civilians.

Aki-P they called him, the man who swept up the capitol’s underbelly.

People say also he’s the same man who created the Sakamichi Syndicate and started the bloodiest turf war Tokyo has ever seen. Some say he did it because he gave up on the AKB sect, when they started losing their way and becoming more dangerous than the gangs they rose up against. Others say he did it after losing control of the 48 Gangs, that he was ousted from the inner circle and so created a rival faction as vengeance.

No matter how different the stories get, they all have one similarity. The 48 Gangs are dangerous, the sect in Akihabara doubly so, and anyone who gets in their way, or harms anyone in their sphere, or dares to challenge their grip over Tokyo, take heed and be on the lookout.

They’ll come for you.

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Okada Nana is fifteen when she boards a train from Kanagawa to Tokyo and doesn’t look back.

Kojima Mako and Nishino Miki are similar ages, and in similar situations when they run into each other, having decided to pickpocket the same mark, and the three of them decide to run together. The streets are a little less intimidating with two sets of eyes to watch your back, and two bodies to keep you warm at night.

Mako’s the devious one, with her heart-melting gummy smiles and disarming laugh, she’s able to charm any passer-by and con them out of their hard earned money.

“Sorry sir, I’ve lost my parents, can I please borrow three hundred yen for the train fare?”

It works more often than not, there’s never a shortage of businessmen willing to play hero and help out a stranded school girl. And if she steals the rest of their wallet when they’re not looking, well they usually don’t notice until it’s too late.

Miki is bolder. She takes items right off of shelves when she walks by, and isn’t afraid to go after other street kids who wander into the space they’ve claimed as their own.

Sometimes she’s a little too bold, “Let’s get lunch from there.”

And that’s where Nana comes in. She’s the cautious one, the voice of reason, the brains behind the operations as small and simple as it is.

“We can’t go in there,” Nana hisses, grabbing the other two by the backs of their collars before they do something stupid.

“Why not? The foods cheaper in there than anywhere else in the city,” Miki points out, not unreasonably.

But Nana is adamant, “Yeah for good reason. That café belongs to AKB.”

The innocuous street side café about a minute’s walk from Akihabara station is something of a local legend in the area. Anyone above thirty avoids it like the plague because of the rumours of it being owned by the 48 Gangs, or perhaps it simply just serves the members of AKB. The little number 48 carved into the brickwork above the café doors is a symbol of that.

However, it is popular amongst the youth of the city for that very reason. With many hanging out there to bask in the rebellious feeling of danger, or on adventurous dares from friends. Whispers fly about AKB recruiting from the youth who flock there. A few yankees even claim to be initiates recruited from there. They’re all bald faced liars. No prospective recruit would be stupid enough to loiter in a known gang-owned establishment.  

A few have, however, been known to have been recruited around the station. Our little trio of street rats like to linger around the area, pickpocketing the stupid school kids, the otakus heading to the Gundam café across the street, and the rich folk visiting the golf club on the other side of the block.

They do that for months before they’re approached by a member of AKB.  

Okada Nana is sixteen when Minegishi Minami approaches her and her friends with an offer they can’t refuse.

Her first job is with Mako and two other recruits. They’re tasked with the simple job of delivering a package and Nana has to wonder what’s so important that there needs to be four of them for this. Or maybe it’s not so important, considering there are four barely trained, fresh faced initiates on the job.

They scuttle about the train line, Mako skipping along merrily, Hikari following behind quietly, with Nana and Ayana bickering the whole way. They deliver the package without any issues worth mentioning to one Itano Tomomi at an upscale bar in the heart of the city. It turns out to be cold hard cash, and Nana goes white at the thought of possibly losing that much money. Or rather, what the gang would do to them if they lost that much money.

The next few jobs follow in a similar manner. Nana gets to know the names and quirks of her fellow runners. Innocent, seemingly useless things like:

Iwatate Saho is stronger than she looks.

“Oh god he’s unconscious…are you planning on joining Team K?”

“No, too dangerous. I’m thinking Team B. You know, manning the cafes and the casinos and stuff.”

Mogi Shinobu doesn’t do so well under pressure.

“What the-!? Mogi-san why didn’t you just shoot him?”

“I panicked!”

“I can’t believe you want to join Team A, you’ll die in a week.”

Murayama Yuiri is stupidly pretty.

“Yuiri-chan…We’re half an hour in the wrong direction. You had the map upside down.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, usually Naa-chan corrects me when I do this, I mean, I’m not blaming Naa-chan! It’s just she…Naa-chan what are you looking at?”

“Err nothing. Nothing, I got distracted.”

Takashima Yurina has somewhat of a crush on her.

“Naa-chan I bought drinks.”

“Where’s one for the rest of us?”

Uchiyama Natsuki knows a ridiculous amount about the law.

“Article 13: every individual has the liberty of protecting his or her own personal information from being disclosed to a third party or made public without good reason.”

“Somehow I doubt beating him up would fly as ‘taking the liberty to protect our property’.”

Apparently they do a somewhat of a good job, because Nana finds herself selected as part of a joint project between all the 48 Gangs. She, Mako and Miki are the representatives of the Akihabara sect and Nana wonders how the hell the upper echelons decided on that.  

“So, what are your specialties?” somehow it falls to Nana to lead this ragtag group.

The Namba sect representative Shibuya Nagisa is actually the oldest (by a few months) but she’s no more experienced than they are – Nana finds out later, the reason why all of the sects sent their freshest recruits. It’s all internal politics, and a mission too important to turn down, but not important enough to ensure successful. In short, they’re expendable and they weren’t even expected to make it home.

The job is in Tokyo, so Nana takes the reigns by default.

She finds that leadership suits her.

It feels like a natural extension of what she was already doing when they were just three idiots on the street, planning operations meticulously so that they come back in one piece, and utilising the skills of her teammates in the most efficient way possible. There are three more idiots to account for now, but she is familiarised with them soon enough.

Nagisa is the strongest in hand-to-hand combat amongst the seven of them, Sakae’s Ryoha the most accurate shot, Hakata’s Meru joins Miki in being the loud charismatic distraction, while Mako and Hakata’s Mio are swift and sneaky with their hands. It’s the perfect team for covert operations. Which makes sense, considering they’re being sent south of the Kanda river, into Sakamichi territory to gather intel on the new gang that’s popped up by the Roppongi hills.

It seems like a simple mission.

Get in, look around for suspicious activity, get out. There isn’t supposed to be confrontation or combat involved.

But no plan survives contact with the enemy, and no one cares about supposed to be’s when there are guns pointed at their heads.

When she’s desperately wrestling with a knife that wants nothing more than to dig into her flesh, when she’s slammed against the wall, breath knocked out of her, when a pair of hands wrap around her throat and squeeze, and her lungs scream as her legs thrash uselessly underneath, her vision blurs, and the terrifying realisation that she won’t actually get out of this situation alive sets in – oh god is that Miki screaming she hears in the background? – the air is rushing out her lungs and –

“Naa-chan. Naa-chan! Snap out of it, you’re not there anymore.”

Nana eyes fly open, as she dashes up, heart still thudding in her chest. She has to make sure everyone’s okay, what happened to Miki, and oh god Mio was stabbed, and where the hell is Mako, and they lost contact with Ryoha half an hour in, and Nagisa is unconscious, and no matter how deep a breath she takes, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Her chest burns, she can’t breathe and – a hand lands on her shoulder, the accompanying scent of hinoki pine only just barely manages to stamp down the instinct to lash out.

Yuiri’s concerned face drags her back to reality, “It’s okay. You’re home. You’re not there, you’re safe now,” to the little hole in the wall apartment she has (firmly on the AKB side of the Kanda river), to the bed she’s sharing with the pretty distraction on her team. Though, perhaps that would be unkind to say, even if she refuses to think of what they’re doing as anything more than just stress relief, blowing off steam.  

Belatedly Nana realises that she has a death grip on Yuiri’s upper arm, she loosens her grip but doesn’t let go, “S-sorry,” her hands are shaking, she’s trembling and she can’t get it to stop, and Yuiri’s murmuring nonsense things in her ear.

“Why are you sorry? I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot,” Yuiri apologises with a grimace. They’ve established early on that Nana does not like hands anywhere near her neck, that one horrendous mission spoiled that forever, but sometimes Yuiri forgets, and the resulting post-traumatic flashbacks are the most mood-killing thing possible in the bedroom, or sometimes out of it too.

The first time it happens is in a street by the AKB theatre of all places. It’s after a job with just the two of them, when they’re both high on adrenaline, breaths heavy, eyes glazed, still in the heat of violence, fresh from a near-death scuffle. Nana’s not sure who jumps whom first, but suddenly they’re in each other’s space, hands tangled in hair, and tongue against teeth. Yuiri tastes like citrus that night, some kind of lemon mixed, and the deeper she kisses her the more she can taste the metallic tang of blood and the salt of sweat mixed in.

Nana closes her eyes tightly, a low, throaty moan of approval rumbles deep in her throat as her back hits the wall with a light thud, the moan turning markedly louder as the elder girl’s fingers slip inside the waistband of her shorts and shoves them down over her hips. Strong, forceful fingers dig into her and pull her in even tighter as her mouth is once again claimed in a desperate, hungry kiss.

“Yuu-chan,” she moans, gasping at the feel of the other girl’s tongue against her throat.

“Yes?” Yuiri’s lips curls into a smile against Nana’s, she groans low and deep as Yuiri’s hips grinds into her own.

“Don’t stop.”

It’s easier with Yuiri, they understand each other in ways her other teammates simply don’t. Maybe it’s because the most of the others are like what Nana was at first, just street kids and lowly thieves dragged in way over their heads. When Nana and Mako come back from that FUBAR recon mission with their hands soaked in blood, the others look at them different. With wariness in their eyes, with guarded stances, with hints of fear in their faces.

Mako’s stupid grin thaws their hesitance soon enough. But Nana has never been that kind of charismatic. Not in the way that makes other at ease. She’s always been harder, more serious, and that only makes her look much more intimidating now.

“You’re still here?” Nana raises an eyebrow when she realises that Yuiri is still lingering about. These days, most of her team disappear faster than a blink of an eye the moment the job is done, not wanting to be around for longer than necessary.

But Yuiri only looks at Nana like she’s the one being unreasonable, “Don’t we usually go for kakigori after a job?”

“You want to have desserts with me? What, not afraid I’ll snap and kill you?” Nana asks, sadly only half sarcastically, because with the way the rest of the team treat her, it seems that’s exactly what they’re thinking.  

The other girl snorts and actually has the audacity to chuckle, “You’re going to have do a lot more than be traumatised to scare me. I’m sure I’ve killed more people than you.”

Yuiri wasn’t some street kid when she got recruited. She was born into this world, her family neck-deep in the underbelly of Japan, and she’s no stranger to violence. There’s only one other like that on their team, Nana would’ve overlooked Mion entirely if Yuiri hadn’t pointed her out.

“You can always tell when someone’s killed before,” Yuiri says, “It’s in the eyes.”

The months blur into years, and before Nana knows it most of her team have the same eyes, the ones who are still alive anyway. The ones who are left split off into the different teams of AKB eventually. Mako, Ayana, Mogi and Komiharu are sent to Team K, with their dangerous combat orientated jobs and Nana just hopes they keep coming home. Saho and Saki are off in the relatively safer B, the front jobs, manning the café and the casinos and the above-board stations. Yukari and Mion end up in A, and Nana hopes beyond hope that they don’t lose themselves in there.

Nana and Yuri themselves never leave 4. They’re the ones chosen to train up the newbies, and she has no idea who thought that is a good idea. She never actually does anything too important in the gang – up until the moment she accidentally founds an entirely new sect.

She’d been in Fukuoka visiting Mio and Meru, and it’s in Hiroshima, on her way back to Tokyo that Nana manages to get herself recognised and chased. She hated cults with a passion. Why did they have a problem with her anyway? It’s not like the 48 Gangs had territory claimed in Hiroshima –

Ow.

She falls off the fence the she’s attempting to climb over and lands on her back with a dull thud. The grass is soft at least. She spends a few moments just staring up at the night sky, it’s actually quite breathtaking when you’re far away enough from the city lights to appr—

“Are you okay?”

Oh, there’s a kid in pink and purple. A teenager really. Nana can’t tell ages anymore.

“…m’fine. Sorry didn’t mean to land in your backyard,” she says. An apartment complex’s backyard anyway, she realises when she sits up. It’s a rundown building that’s clearly not in official use. It appears there are kids squatting in it.

It’s difficult to tell in the dark, but when Nana squints she can make out maybe two more teens peeking out from behind a window.

“Wanna come inside?” the girl asks, and Nana really really shouldn’t.

A gunshot sounds in the air though, and Nana quickly scrambles to follow the kid inside. Being noble is all well and good, but it definitely doesn’t beat being alive.

When Nana awakens the next morning, she hears furious whisperings back and forth between the teens – and there’s clearly more of them this morning than there was last night.

“—it’s dangerous, she’s clearly a member of the 48 Gangs! You saw that tattoo!” an unknown voice hisses, and Nana wonders when and how they saw the little 48 tattoo on the back of her neck. That’s not usually visible and she’s usually a light enough sleeper to wake up if they touch her.

“Yeah, that means she can help us!” that’s Chiho, one of the girls she remembers half-heartedly greeting the night before. The one with the bruises on her face.

“We can’t trust a gang member!”

“So what else are we going to do? They took Yumirin, we’ll never get her back ourselves!”

Nana’s always had a soft spot for stupid kids. It’s probably why they never took her off Team 4, and how she finds herself hopping all over the setouchi region, rescuing girls from a fox worshipping cult.

Girls who somehow end up forming the Setouchi sect of the 48 Gangs – Sashihara-san comes down from Fukuoka to make it official and everything.

Mogi never lets her forget it.

“Hey Naa-chan, remember the time you went to visit Mio and Meru and ended up playing prince charming and rescuing ten damsels in distress?”  

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Might finish it later, might not. Who knows...

[haruko48]

【嘘発見器】相方の本音を暴け！ショージキビリビリ！【ピーなし】 Translation:

YuuNaa part: Q1aa: To be honest, you think that you are the cutest among YuuNaaMogiOn Yuu: No! Zapped Yuu: I don’t think that! Naa: But there are a lot of comment saying that you’re cute Yuu: They’re just pampering me Naa: But you’re cute On: You’re cute so it’s ok.

Q2 Yuu: To be honest, you think that making perverted jokes is much more fun than having a normal conversation. Naa: No. .. Safe~ Naa: What she said is actually true. But I don’t feel like that I was lying so my heart didn’t waver. Naachan: I love perverted jokes.

Q3 Naa: You acted like you hate it, but you actually love perverted jokes. Yuu: No! I would be one hell of a closet pervert if it’s true zapped [She is a Mutsurii] Mutsurii = Mutsuri (closet pervert )+ Yuirii Naa: Mutsuringo! Naa: When I made perverted jokes, she would goes “ne~” “mou~”. But deep inside, she can’t stop grinning Yuu:It does make me grin, but it’s not that I want to make that kind of jokes. Naa:So you enjoy listening to it? Yuu:Is that how it is..? Nooooo (brainwashing completed)

Q4/Q5 Yuu: To be honest, there are times when you can’t follow how hyper MogiOn is. Naa: No. ~safe~ Naa: I can follow it. MogiOn’s hyper personalities is necessary for YuuNaaMogiOn channel, so I’ll try to follow it or even exceed it On: Naachan you already did it. Naa: what?

Q4/5 Naa: You normally wouldn’t say it because you’re too embarrassed, but you love Naachan so much that it can’t be helped. Yuu:No! ... It hurt! Naa: So you love me~ I’m enough witht this alone Yuu: wait.. I want naachan to get zapped at least once

Q6 Yuu: To be honest, you were really angry when I made a mistake with your editing software settings. Naa: No. did it happened? … it hurt! Naa: I remember it. so the form to put in texts was gone & she goes “let me fix it”. But she just made it even worse. Naa: We can’t change it back, so I goes “it’s alright. thank you very much.” while taking back the laptop. Then I called On-chan “On-chaan? How do I fix it?” Yuu; i’m sorry. Naa: It does happen.

Bonus q: Naa: Since our match ended too fast, we will be doing a revenge match here Mogi: Yuuchan just want to confirm this machine’s credibility Yuu: Yes! Naa: Could it be that you get zapped because you’re just a coward is what youre trying to proove here Yuu: yes. Naa: Murayama Yuiri chan is actually a male Yuu: No! this really made my heart beating so fast … Kyaa! Naa: Yuuchan you’re actually a male? Can you undress for me? Yuu: What should I do.. I just made it awkward Naa: Bad girl! Yuu: Sorry. I said sorry! I’m sorry… Credits to @Okadananafans, please follow it

[akb48-komi]

Komi with Mogi-chan~

[hotarutranslations]

Summer Memories ①

Evening Its Ishida Ayumi

 On Friday, I cheered for the Rakuten Eagles

 On Saturday, I had a live concert in Miyagi

 On Sunday, ROCK IN JAPAN FESTIVAL 2018

 Again those 3 days were dense…

 Not losing enrichment from the summer heat,

Not getting tired rather, being full of energy!

 Every day (nah for 3 days) bathing in excited cheers,

 I certainly think that my cells are activated! Lol

 Also in those 3 days, from the same Miyagi, Angerme’s Sasaki Rikako-chan and I had the same schedule

 On Friday afternoon,

 Actually at “Tachibana”-san, we got sushi

 At Sendai Broadcasts “Ara Ara Kashiko”, the seafood bowl “sendai made girl” that I came up with, it actually came out, at that store!

 “That person came~” “There were customers from Kyushu and overseas as well~” “Everyone seemed happy~”

 I was also happy to have been reported that ❤

 Miyagi’s delicious seafood,

If you haven’t tasted it yet you should definitely eat it

 Today as well, with luxurious tuna belly and sea urchin,

With the eel I love as well, and the crab flavor was also deep…

It’s  a problem since it’s too delicious

 I recommend Miyagi for eating seafood ❤

 Rikako and I guarantee it ❤ fufu

  Serving as image characters,

 For the Tohoku Rakuten Golden Eagles

 I saw yesterday’s game!

 I was following a relay video though…

Honestly it was the highlight parts…

 Player Ginji!

Super sharp nice catch!

 Player Tanaka!

Run-in nice catch!

 Player Mogi!

Coming from behind sayonara home runnnnn!

 Mogi! Mogi! Mogi Eigoro!

 On June 23rd’s Eagle Girls Day,

Practicing the cheer calls,

I haven’t forgotten to say them

 This, Player Mogi!

Getting a home run in the last stretch of the game!

 Look, Tohoku is persistent

 Even if it takes a fall and collapses,

Until they end it’s at full strength therefore,

 I love that kind of thing!

 Hya! Rakuten Eagles! They’re cool!

 I want to go to another match soon…!

  This, is the excitement of the impressiveness,

 Being able to share it with Rikako,

 I’m really really happy that only us share the presence from the same town ❤

I suddenly feel this now❤

 Alssso,

 I tried to write about Rockin’,

But the time is kinda over

 I’ll write again tomorrow

 Although the topic is better while its hot!

I’m sorry!

 Tomorrow, I’ll also post a 2shot of that girl!

 See you ayumin ❤

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