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nymphigeon · 5 years ago

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From me, to you || 02

♤ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

♤ Genre: fluff, angst, romance, hybrid au, hybrid!Taehyung, detective!reader

♤ Words: 2.4k

♤ Rating: PG-13

♤ Warnings (for this chapter): swearing, crime, a sex club, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of hybrid abuse.

♤ A/N: Due to some complications I had to reupload it, sorry!

Synopsis: A story in which he has never known love, so you'll give it to him.

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After looking through the room for quite a while and bombarding Blair with more questions I decide to leave and get some air. A metallic smell, which was already present when I first arrived, had doubled it’s noticeability over time. That room became impossible to breathe in as a result. I’m not one to leave my work unfinished, but if I don’t get out I’ll die of blood poisoning, if that’s even a thing.

Looking out through the door of the club, it’s not hard to see that is has stopped raining. The blurriness the raindrops caused has completely disappeared along with all the flashing that was going on earlier. The reporters must have been told to get the fuck out or get arrested. I’m lucky, this gives me chance to step outside. To be completely honest, I would be lying if I said that it’s just to clear my head. For work related reasons it’s a good idea to always look around the crime scene as well, so that’s what I’m doing. Killing two birds with one stone.

I nod to the officers as I pass by and climb under the barricade tape to the outside. The smell of rain fills my nostrils as I walk in and out of alleyways around the area. Nothing interesting is found. No knife in a trash can, no paw prints of a shifted hybrid, nothing. How long has it stopped raining? If any traces were left outside the rain will have probably washed them away. I sigh as I give up on finding anything. I should just focus on finding them with the information I have now. We can always send out a sketch of the guy from what the employees told us.

The walkie talkie on my hip buzzes, indicating that different officers are trying to communicate with each other. It bothers me. Nothing of importance to me is said, but if I turn it off just to miss something I should know, my supervisor will kill me. She isn’t someone you’d want to mess with. Her authority has grown to her head, she’ll do whatever it takes to get her way.

A can standing right up on the sidewalk grabs my attention. The way it’s neatly placed at the side annoys me, someone deliberately left it there, ignoring the trash can standing right across the street. I pick it up and cross the street, standing a few feet away from the bin to practice my aim. Might as well use the opportunity right?

The can hitting the metal inside of the bin resonates through the silent and empty street. Even before the sound has had a chance to die down, a loud whimper replaces it, followed by hurried footsteps running away from me. Not so empty as I thought.

“Hello?” I give whoever is still close some time to reply. They don’t. Guessing the direction the sound came from proves difficult, but somewhere I made a right turn. Ending up behind a closed playground I didn’t even notice was in the vicinity, I pry myself through a hole in the fence protecting it. There isn’t much the fence is protecting as it looks like this place has been abandoned for a while. Broken slides and worn down ropes hanging from metal bars is basically all this old playground consist of.

The crunching of my shoes on sand elicits another pained whimper from the creature. Not wanting to scare them, I try to talk them out of their hiding place first. “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” No response. “I just want to help you.” Again, no response.

Having no other choice, I decide to search for them instead. I can’t though, not when they sound so desperate. As soon as I step a bit further into the sand a frantic voice stops me. “No, no, please…” Immediately backing up two steps, I almost crash into the fence behind me. “Okay, okay I won’t come closer.”

Not wanting to sit on the wet sand, I to squat down, sitting on my heels. “Whenever you’re ready you can come out okay? I won’t hurt you.” Remembering the walkie talkie on my hip, I turn it off. If there’s a good reason for me missing something important, they won’t get angry right? Thinking about the worst case scenario isn’t a good idea at this moment.

15 minutes pass. So far neither of us have moved. Now and then I’ll slightly adjust my position to let them know I’m still here waiting. At some point they must have started to get a teensy more comfortable, as a pair of eyes unexpectantly make themselves known from behind one of the play towers. His dark yellow coloured eyes almost hide themselves under the bangs hanging from his head. Two big striped cat shaped ears lay flat on top. A tiger hybrid. Extremely rare and thus extremely valuable. There is absolutely no way someone just left a gold mine here like that.

I slowly bring up my hand to wave at the scared, but curious pair of eyes. They look me up and down a few times, probably trying to figure out if I’m really trustworthy. “Police?” The boy almost whispers. Or well, definitely an adult actually. I suddenly remember about the uniform I’m wearing. I smile at him and nod. “Yeah, something like that. Look..” With careful movements I point to the badge on my top. Not exactly that one of a police officer, close enough.

The hybrid stares for a few seconds before revealing his entire head. Part of his striped tail briefly comes into view when he does. “That way..” He points in a direction somewhere behind him. I follow his finger, but don’t find anything there. The fence at the other side limits my vision of the other side.

Sensing my confusion the tiger does his best to elaborate. “He went that way… Bad guy.” He brings his hand back to his chest, feeling too exposed having it point out. Something in my head clicks. The hybrid is wearing a hoodie. “Wait, you’re the hybrid? The one he was going to sell?” Hoping he won’t dash as soon as I move, I stand up. I’m in shape, nevertheless squatting for a long time still hurts. The hybrid nods hesitantly. “New owner.. also not nice” He whispers as he curls in on himself more.

“Will you let me come closer?” The hybrid shakes his head. “No, no, I didn't do anything... I didn't do anything..” He's absolutely terrified. Having witnessed two murders I can't blame him. Perhaps he thinks it's partly his fault. Did he attack them? “I know sweetheart, nobody is accusing you of anything. We just want to help, you won't go back to him anymore.”

When I was younger I worked with kids a lot. Trying the same technique as that I used at that time to calm them down appears to work. The hybrid stays quiet for a while, before lifting his hand, just sticking his pinkie out. “Promise?” Cute. I can't help the smile forming on my lips. Mimicking him I lift both my hands, interlocking my little fingers together. “Promise.”

A promise was all he needed, as the hybrid reluctantly reveals himself from behind the tower. I won’t gasp, I shouldn’t be surprised, yet I am. Wrapped around his neck like it’s trying to suffocate him, a dark, old looking collar is situated. A torn leash dangles from the black, belt-like item. Clearly, it’s evident a struggle has occurred.

What’s most worrying is the blood that’s decorating his left hand. His clothes are drenched in a liquid I can’t identify from simply looking at it, instead it’s better to use my nose. The familiar metallic smell radiating of the cloths is not a clue to be ignored. The red substance has already mostly dried on his hand, pieces flaking off as he rubs his hands together.

“Oh dear are you hurt?” I ask, concern evident in my voice. I get ready to grab my phone, if he has a gash underneath I need to call an ambulance whether he likes it or not. Shaking his head, he takes a few steps forward. “Not mine.” I visibly relax at his answer, nodding. I don't ask any further. There will be time for that later.

“I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N. You can call me whatever feels comfortable for you.” Earning his trust is my priority for now. This could be a breakthrough in the investigation. “Taehyung.” The hybrid boy gives me a name, progress. Understanding that he will want to keep his distance I move through the fence first, move away a bit, and then wait for him to come through.

The walkie talkie vibrates as it turns on. I can’t have anyone disturbing the peace, quickly letting my colleagues know I’ll be busy and will explain why eventually. Not giving anyone time to react, I turn the device back off. As expected, Taehyung wants to know where we’re going.

“Do you want to meet the other people I’m working with?” He looks pale, weak and tired. The last meal he has eaten most likely isn’t in the timespan of ‘recently’. The last time he had a good full night of sleep? I wonder if he even knows what that means.

Taehyung has his arms securely wrapped around himself, protecting himself from any potential danger. There is none, but if you’ve been treated like a pile of dirt everything looks like it’ll hurt you. I know I can’t do anything aside from give him time. I wish it wasn’t like that.

“No..” That’s what I thought. Giving him a once over I determine that it’s best to get a professional to take a look at him first. “You know how I said I want to help you?” He nods. “I want to bring you to someone who will make sure you’re healthy. You can trust them, they won’t do anything you don’t like.” I cross my fingers behind my back. Not because I am lying, but because I’m hoping he agrees to the idea.

He’s doubtful about it at first, neither refusing or agreeing to go with me. “I promised.” By showing him the smallest finger on my hand, I’m hoping to convince him. Taehyung takes a few steps forward. Usually if a wild cat hybrid comes at you, you should probably run if you don’t want to end up as their lunch. Yes, there are reported cases of wild hybrids eating humans as disgusting as it sounds. I don’t though, I don’t move an inch. He lifts his hand and gently locks his pinkie around mine, checking my face to gauge my reaction. Smiling seems to give him reassurance, as he gives me a small smile back and nods. “Okay.”

I eventually convince Taehyung to wait by the fence so I can go get my car. There is no way he won’t panic with all the officers around. As I near my car, Blair calls out my name and runs over. “What happened? Did you find anything?” She mentions to what I said over the walkie talkie earlier.

I answer her quickly as I open and enter my car, not yet closing the door. “Found a scared, abused hybrid who witnessed, or maybe even committed, two murders and almost got sold an hour ago.” Blair’s eyes widen as she takes in the information. “You found the hybrid? Why? How? Where is it?”

My insides cringe at her calling Taehyung ‘it’, but I don’t have time to call her out now. Using my hand, I wave her off. Go do something more useful. “I’ll explain everything later.” Is all I say before I slam my door closed and drive off to the hybrid.

Taehyung is still standing where I left him a few minutes ago. I park my car in front of him and get out. The moment I step out he comes running over. “Doing okay?” He nods and smiles. I open the door to the passenger side for him and only close it when he sits comfortably. Once I’m in the other side of the car I google for the nearest hybrid friendly hospital.

There is one 20 minutes away, outside of town. Making sure Taehyung is okay one last time, I offer him a fruit bar I had laying in my bag. He tilts his head and point at himself. “For me?” His confusion startles me. “There is no one else here yes?” He takes the bar from me and stares at it, turning it around a few times. Inspecting the wrapper, sniffing it a bit, weighing the bar in his hands.

“I can eat this?” He asks again. “Yeah you must be hungry right? Please, eat it. I’ll get you something better later.” I take the bar from his hands to open the wrapper. While discarding the wrapper in my pocket I make a mental note to throw it away later. I give the bar back to the hybrid who doesn’t seem to understand it’s for him. “I can really eat this? Just like that?”

I notice a small smile making its way on his face after he has sniffed the bar a few more times. “Enjoy it.” He takes a small bite and looks at me. Once he is sure the action didn’t anger me he takes a bigger bite. “Thank you, I like it.” Following me allowing myself to watch him eat a bit longer, I start the car and make my way to the hospital.

You know, it’s a sentence I have heard often, ‘Without the dark there is no light’. Or maybe you’d rather use ‘Without sour there is no sweet’. What exactly are you trying to tell me? Should I be hurt just so that I can be happy? Does that mean it’s a good thing I’ve never known love? Surviving of the scraps the abusers feed me, so that I can reach the end of the tunnel. It’s a lie, there is no end for me.

I don’t deserve the praise because I’ll never learn how not to behave. Obviously the way to learn is to be broken beyond repair. We can’t have anything nice, I’ll never know how to appreciate it anyway.

Leave me alone, I still need to figure out how to feel content on my own. Don’t come closer, I still need to find a way to be delighted with distance between us. Stop talking, I still need to discover how to be joyful while silence surrounds me. Oh, how you’d wish I would comply.

I’ll stab a sword in your heart so I can grasp the concept of adoring you. I’ll make you scream so I can master treasuring your laugh. I’ll kill you so I can perceive how to value your life.

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spidermanifested · 5 years ago

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picture this: you are a buff lesbian pirate dinosaur alien. youre thousands of years old. the rest of your species consists of like 15 total losers who stay in their dumb castle and a few other ones who run around in the woods eating frogs or something, you dont know or care, youre living your best life sailing around on a giant turtle with the help of a clan of tiny bug elves who think youre amazing and badass (because lets face it you are). youve been their Patron Dinosaur for AGES and you give them fun presents and flirt with the bug elf ladies and generally have a grand old time.

now imagine you find out the Castle-Dwelling Nerds have gotten so scared of the concept of linear time that theyre murdering the bug elves for experiments or something, again you dont know OR care but Your bug elves need your help so youre like “okay yeah ill take you guys somewhere while this all blows over, dont worry, ive got your adorable little buggy backs” except before you can leave, some other bugs show up trying to convince your squad that they need to STAY HERE ACTUALLY with the rest of the bug people and get themselves killed ~together~ and youre like no thats dumb also this girl has been poisoned can we focus on that please. and these strangers go NO YOURE EVIL AND YOU CLEARLY DID IT, even though youre like, right there and also have a sword, so like. great sense of self-preservation there. but you arent in the mood to get in fights with muppets so you use your Pirate Detective skills to figure out whodunnit and save the lady and hurray, except one of the strangers just???? randomly tries to fucking stab you out of nowhere and hes got a spider on him so youre like “well clearly the spider was controlling him so ill excuse that for now” but they insist the spider is NOT a spider and wont tell you anything. so youre like “okay fine get off my boat thats also a turtle i need a drink”

then later youre getting all set to go with your Elf Pals, got everything all ready, everybodys there, yep, time to set sail. except you get like a couple miles out and. theres nobody behind you

and you check again and, yep still nobody. and it turns out YOUR bugs ended up flaking out on you because of those same strangers who came over acting all high and mighty and telling them how to run things, which is clearly your job, and they dont even HAVE a boat or a cool hat or a turtle or ANYTHING, and now your bugs are going to stay behind and die like a bunch of idiots and to top it all off you cant get anywhere without their navigators and stuff because despite having 4 arms youre still just one (very cool very buff and swashbuckling) dinosaur lady. so you turn around. youre like “okay. okay. i can salvage this. theres still SOMEBODY i can wrangle into helping me out”

so you go to your god damn ex wife/literal other halfs house like “knock knock im here for your stupid MAPS and ASTROLABES and whatnot” and guess what shes not home! but you know who IS home, and by that i mean in HER home??? those same asshats from before— one of which as it turns out has a bounty on their head, so you just go “okay if im not getting off this dumb shitty god damn no-sea-monster-having landmass i can at least get my estranged colleagues to respect me and maybe theyll let me do my own thing” and tell them youll let the rest of them leave in peace in exchange for the One Elf you need

and shes like “i’ll FIGHT YOU and if you win you can take me in” and youre like pfft sure while you were out camping with your stupid friends i was studying how to quadruple wield the blade. and the rest of them leave, and you fight, except she fucking RUNS!!! and they all get away!!!!!!! because she lied To Your Face and to top everything off???? to put the cherry on this sundae??? the girl you saved from being poisoned before is there and she chops off one of your actual hands

and later. you catch them Again. and youre like okay same deal give me the ONE bug i need and you can go. but they escape AGAIN and take your fucking turtle!!!! and now you have no boat and no navigators and no captives and no nothing, and then the dude helping you catch them who you thought was your buddy blamed everything on you, so not only that, you realize you have No Friends as well. now youre in full on Revenge mode and you do not care about anything beyond bringing the full force of your wrath down on these little shits who have ruined your entire life in less than a week. so you go to the main ones house, its in a swamp or something, and you set everything on fire and theyre throwing knives at you and its a Lot

but then somehow they get into your brain????? your ex wife lets them like, wriggle into your mindscape, and remind you of all the stuff you used to care about, you know, before it all got ripped away from you, by them. and while youre trying to evict them from your own personal nostalgia hell? one of the other bugs sneaks up behind you and stabs you. multiple times. and it doesnt hurt That bad but its still a lot of stabbing! and youre flailing around trying to get her off you

and then

they trap you inside a fucking tree. like they grow a tree AROUND you. one of them literally gives up all her life energy to make a big giant tree grow and trap you in it. and now you are trapped. in the tree.

and your ex-wife is there outside you can SENSE her smug face. and all the bugs too are probably there. and you cant do anything.

because youre stuck in a Fucking Tree.

and now you know the tale of skeksa the mariner, who might not be anywhere close to what the experts call a “Good Person” but ill be damned if i dont look at all the nonsense she experienced over the course of a relatively minuscule span of time and think ��yeah id be pissed too what the fuck”

#the dark crystal #skeksa #long post

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katehuntington · 5 years ago

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Title: Changes - part ten Word count: ±3300 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part ten: Zoë wakes up in the dark, under ground and finds the victims she was looking for, but will they be able to get out of the grim situation. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Author’s note: I super excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer, @soupornatural & @mrswhozeewhatsis, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and @winchest09 who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

Slowly, Zoë regains consciousness and opens her eyes. Not that it makes much of a difference, she still can’t see a damn thing. A disturbing smell fills her nostrils, a mixture of rotten remains and sewer waste causing her to gag. She wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what is actually causing the stench. She rubs her face and groans, then pulls her hand back. Her fingers feel sticky, she recognizes the substance just by feeling it. The huntress blinks a couple of times in an attempt to drive the splitting headache away, licking her lips and tasting the metallic taste of blood on them. Where the hell is she and what the fuck happened? Tentatively, she explores her surroundings by touch, feeling three walls and eventually prison bars; she’s trapped. Then she hears soft wailing in the distance. “Anyone there?” she calls out. “Y-yes.” Zoë curses internally; shit. Her question is answered by a child. “Are you okay?” Zoë asks, friendly. “No,” she sniffles. “What’s your name, sweety?” “I’m Lizzy--” “-who are you?” A female voice, much older than the young girl she was just talking to, bounces off the concrete walls. “I’m Zoë,” the huntress answers, leaving her false names out this time. “Are you Michelle?” “Yeah.”

Zoë closes her eyes and sighs. It’s Terry Cliffer’s wife, and she’s assuming Lizzy is short for Lisbeth, their daughter. Wild guess her little brother, who she remembers to be three years old from the records, is stuck here as well. The fear and hopelessness is evident in their voices. Who knows how long they have been down here. Damnit, this is even worse than she expected. They are trapped God knows where and if she herself doesn’t even know where she is, the police surely aren't gonna find them either. For a moment, she regrets sending Sam and Dean away. She hates to admit it, but she could use their help right now.

“Are we the only ones in here?” Zoë asks the family. “No.” The huntress peers into the dark, trying to distinguish where the male voice came from. “As far as we know, there are seven of us down here, including the children. But some haven’t responded in a while.” Zoë grinds her teeth, swallowing thickly. Some haven’t responded? She knows what that means. Fuck, she’s too late, isn’t she? “Let me guess; you’re Neil O’Brien?” She folds her fingers around the iron bars and opens her eyes wide, hoping to be able to see some shapes in the pitch dark place. “And the others, Nadia Milton and Cole Richards?” “How do you know that?” Zoë chuckles, finding what she’s about to say rather ironic. “I was looking for you.” “No offence, but good job,” the guy comments. “People are looking for us?!” Zoë hasn’t heard the female voice before, but she knows it’s Nadia. “No, just me,” Zoë corrects, honestly. “Not much hope for us then,” Neil concludes, depressed. “I’ll get us out of here.”

Zoë gets up determined. Her eyes are getting used to the dark, but she still can’t make out faces in the other cells. She takes a bobby pin from her hair, folds it into a lock pick, then begins to work on her escape. “Did you see it?” It’s Neil who asks. The fact that he uses the word ‘it’ indicates that he already realizes that their kidnapper is not human. Zoë decides to tell them the truth. “I fought the bastard,” she corrects, continuing to work concentrated. “You know what it is then?” “Yeah, I know what it is.”

The final pin lines up inside the lock and it springs free. Zoë kicks the iron door open and stumbles out, the slight dizziness catching her by surprise. Thin, fragile beams of moonlight fall through small holes in the ceiling; it looks like the lid of a manhole. Now that her eyes are adjusted to her dark surroundings, she can make out shadows. She’s standing in a small space, cages on either side. She searches the walls, but she can’t see anything that might indicate a staircase or another way out. While she examines the place she woke up in, she answers his question.

“It’s a shapeshifter. A creature that is able to mimic and change into other people, looking exactly like them,” she explains. Nadia whimpers. “This is insane.” “You saw it yourself,” Neil snaps. “Hey, fighting won’t help.” Zoë breaks up the argument before it can even kick off, as she kneels down by the cell across from hers. With the makeshift lockpick, the huntress tries to open the cage which holds the Cliffer family. Lizzy, a girl with messy curls, clamps her tiny hands around the bars while she watches Zoë work. Tears glisten in her eyes, the faint light from above barely catching them. “Are you going to save us?” she whispers. “I’m gonna try my very best, honey,” Zoë returns, smiling softly.

She continues with the task at hand, unlocks the door and moves on to the next cell. While adjusting the bobby pin slightly before testing the spring-loaded pens, it dawns on her what Neil said earlier. “You mentioned there are seven people down here. Who’s the seventh?” “We don’t know. A big guy. He arrived just before you did,” he says.

Flakes of memory fall through the creaks in the roof that is her mind, finally forming a picture of what exactly happened in the hours prior to waking up. She remembers Sam, right before he struck her down. Not the real Sam, of course, but if the shifter took his disguise, then where is the younger Winchester brother? The lock clicks, the barred door opening and freeing the remaining victims from their cages. She turns to Neil. “Where is he?” Zoë asks, sternly. The young guy covered in filth, nods to the side. “In the cell next to yours.”

Without replying, she quickly moves to the cage that accommodates the hunter. Frantically she works the lock. When it busts, Zoë hastens inside and finds Sam on his back, unconscious. She checks his vitals, relieved to feel a steady pulse drum against her index and middle finger. His chest rises under her palm; he’s breathing. When she wipes his hair out of his face, she feels broken skin above his temple; seems like she wasn’t the only one who received a blow in the head. “Sam, can you hear me? Wake up, Sasquatch,” she tries, frustrated. Careful not to shake him or worsen his injuries otherwise, she sits with him, hoping her voice will get through. It takes a while, but eventually he starts to show signs of coming to. “Zoë?” he mumbles, voice raspy. She creates distance by sitting back on her heels. “Yeah, it’s me.” “Did you just call me ‘Sasquatch’?” “Well, you are ridiculously tall,” she scoffs. “Glad I didn’t have to drag your ass out of this place. Could’ve broken a nail.”

The hunter pushes himself up, chuckling at her wit. “Damn, I’m glad to see you.” “Well, don’t be. I’m just as trapped as you are,” she sighs. “You two know each other?” Neil asks from his cell. “Yeah, we’re sort of… colleagues, I guess,” Sam declares, still drowsy. They get on their feet, but the younger Winchester brother has trouble keeping his balance and leans against the steel bars, the huntress stepping in to support him. “Easy. You alright?” Zoë checks. “Yeah, just a headache,” he grunts, trying to chase the black spots from his vision.

“When did that slithering bastard capture you?” she wonders, trying to make sense of the timeline. “I was at Beetle's Bar to back you up, but I guess I got made. It overpowered me right after I parked the car a few blocks away. That's all I remember,” Sam explains. For a second she considers yelling at him for meddling with her case again, but what’s the use? It’s not Sam’s fault he got snatched, the shifter figured it out even before either of them showed up at the bar. She huffs. “Damn, that lizard is sneaky. Where’s Dean?” “At our motel,” Sam admits. “Okay, good. He’s still in town. You’re missing, so he will come and look for you in - what - a few hours, right?” she assumes, hopeful.

Sam steps out into the moonlight. Zoë can see the blood has found a way down the side of his face and turned the collar of his shirt red. She also notices the guilty expression on his face. “Not likely,” he admits. Zoë frowns at the confusing answer, already annoyed. “Why not?” “I was gonna stay out because he had a girl over for the night,” Sam admits. Stunned she stares at him. A girl? She feels the anger building in her chest and takes a moment to collect herself, instead of unleashing her wrath. “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me,” she hisses, keeping her voice down for the sake of the children. “You’re telling me that Dean is fucking some chick while we’re stuck in this dungeon?” Sam looks up at the lid and frowns. “Actually, this doesn’t seem to be a dungeon. I think we’re in the septic tank,” Sam corrects. Zoë throws him a death glare, stepping closer intimidatingly. Now might not be the best time for the brains of the Winchester operation to better her terminology. “Let me rephrase that. You’re telling me that Dean is fucking some chick while we’re stuck in this shithole!?" “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” Sam admits, smiling awkwardly. “Wonderful.”

She walks back and forth between Sam and the bars, trying to come up with a way to get out, until the soggy and squishy sounds under her feet cause her to halt. Disgusted, Zoë looks down at her boots, realizing all this time she has been standing, sitting and laying in-- “- shit.” She retches and coughs; it does explain the smell. “This is disgusting,” she mutters, needing to get out of the cage when she starts to feel sick. “It gets worse,” Sam adds. “When the shifter attacked me, it looked like you. Good chance that thing used the same disguise to ambush Dean.” Zoë turns her head slowly and stares at Sam, her jaw agape and her eyes wide in shock. “Well, there goes my reputation of a good civilian,” she deadpans.

As their problems pile up, the Cliffer family emerges from their cage, afraid like hunted deer. Lizzy, probably not even six years old, steps into the dim light. The poor little girl looks like she’s about to burst into tears, her dress dirty, her big eyes shimmering. Zoë helps out Michelle, who’s weakened by the days of malnutrition. She has a younger boy by her hand, who is crying silently. Concerned, Zoë exchanges a look with Sam. There's empathy in her eyes, her need to care for the victims evident in them; something Sam hasn’t seen before. He understands, though; they need to get these people out fast, they’ve been through way too much. Sam searches his pockets for his phone. “You won’t find it, he took mine as well as everything else I was carrying,” she discourages.

“Zo, the shifter took my form first, then yours, so it copied our memories. It knows Dean and I were staying at the Deep Purple Inn, room number 301, everything,” he recalls. “If that thing went after my brother, disguised as you...” Sam breathes in slowly and exhales; there’s no need to finish the sentence. Good chances are that Dean is in as much trouble as they are.

While crossing her arms in front of her chest, she brainstorms. They need to get in touch with Dean, or with anyone else in the outside world, but how? There is nothing here that can be used to draw attention and increase their chances of being found. Screams will only carry so far in these backlands. The situation is grim. If the shifter manages to trap or kill Dean, it's a possibility no one will access this property in months, maybe even years. A slow death by starvation might be the only fate that lays ahead. She swallows apprehensively; this is not how she planned to go out.

She looks back at the younger Winchester brother, noticing how something inside one of the cells has caught his attention. “What is it?” He nods at the cage and she peers through the bars, her eyes landing on another victim, collapsed against the wall with his eyes closed. Without hesitation Zoë opens the door, rushes inside and kneels down next to the seemingly lifeless body. The doctor she’s supposed to be surfaces, as she checks for vital signs.

“Pulse is low and he's cold to the touch; he's hypothermic.” She turns to Sam. “Give me your jacket.” He quickly takes it off and hands it over, then watches worriedly how she covers his torso with the only warmth they can offer. The victim moans weakly, but doesn’t exactly come to. Sam looks back at the others. “Who’s this guy?” “It’s Cole, he got here first,” Nadia answers. “When was that?” he asks. “I guess about ten days ago, I got here second, two days later,” she tells him, leaning against the doorframe. “Did it feed you or anything?” Sam wonders. “Not exactly, but the place floods when it rains. It’s all we have,” she explains.

Sam shakes his head slowly, not believing what he’s hearing, and looks over at his colleague who is still by Cole’s side. This situation is heading from bad to worse. Cole needs help and he needs it fast, he doesn’t have much time. “Is this Dean you talked about going to save us?” Michelle wonders. Zoë looks over her shoulder at the mother of two, then up to Sam. The huntress can tell he’s conflicted; he wants to stay positive, but he wouldn’t be telling the truth if he promised that his brother will be here soon. So Zoë decides to respond for him. “I’m not gonna lie to you, I don’t think so,” Zoë admits. “So what, we’re stuck here? What if that shapeshifter thing comes back?” Neil exclaims. “We’re all together in this,” Sam states, remaining calm. “We will figure something out.” “Can’t we just knock him down when he shows up? Two men like us can handle him, right?” the clueless man proposes.

Zoë scoffs as she gets to her feet. Not amused and feeling excluded, she’s ready to prove to him that women can fight just fine. Sam moves his arm in front of her and answers before she snaps. “No, you’d need a silver bullet to kill him. He doesn’t show pain for anything else,” he explains. “Plus, he is much stronger than us humans. It would be impossible to overpower him.” “We can’t just wait and see what happens! I don’t wanna die!” Neil freaks out. “Could you keep it down? You’re scaring my children.” Michelle pulls Lizzy close, the little girl clinging to her mother’s leg. “No, I can’t keep it down! I’ve been down here for week and I’m starving, and I—” “Hey!” Zoë grabs his collar, stopping his rant. “Shut up!” “Don’t tell me to--” he bites back, but she shushes him and tilts her head to hear better.

Now that it’s quiet in the tank, they can all hear a low rumble of a running engine. It’s origin is still distant, but seems to be steadily approaching. “I know that sound,” Sam comments. Zoë recognizes it, too. She could pick it out of a line up of a thousand motorcycles. “It’s my Dave.” The hunters exchange a look, considering the options in silent communication. The fact that the Harley Davidson just entered the property, doesn’t necessarily mean they are out of the woods. For all they know, the shapeshifter could have shed again, assumingly having copied Dean’s body. “Everyone back in their cell!” Sam orders. “That son of a bitch is riding my bike,” Zoë mutters, receiving a glare from the younger Winchester, since it definitely isn’t the most important matter right now. All close the doors and hide in their cage. The engine above ground is killed, total silence all that is left. Quietly, they listen to the footsteps above them, Sam and Zoë concerned and ready for combat, the rest full of fear. “Sammy?!” It’s Dean. It sounds like Dean, at least. “Sam! Zoë!?” his voice echoes over the terrain. Zoë glances at the young hunter, tensing up. Then she nods. “Dean! We’re down here!” Sam yells at the top of his lungs. Moonlight coming through the small holes above them is blocked from entering the tank. The cover shifts with a screeching sound and Dean’s silhouet appears through the round hole in the ceiling. “I noticed the ‘D’ projected on the beautiful clear sky this evening, thought you might need some help,” he jokes. “You’re not Batman, Dean. Get us out,” Sam responds. “How many of you are down there?” he asks. “Eight.” “Alright, let me get the rope and a flashlight from the trunk. I saw the car parked up front, be right back.” The figure that has such a resemblance to Dean disappears again, leaving a heavy silence. “Follow my lead,” Zoë whispers to Sam. It doesn’t take long for their rescuer - or kidnapper - to return, because a minute later a rope falls down through the sewer drain. He aims a flashlight down the tank and focuses on Zoë’s face for a moment. “Good to see you, too. Awkward, but good,” he admits, that trademark smirk on his lips. “Do I wanna know?” Zoë comments. “Get your ass down and free us already.” He shines the light on the others down the tank. “Don’t worry, people. You’ll be out in no time,” he assures, then lowers himself down into the septic tank.

His feet haven’t even reached the ground yet, before he feels Zoë’s tight headlock around his neck. She pulls him off the rope and throws him on his back, overpowering him in a blink of an eye and landing on top. Sam quickly picks up the torch and shines the bright light in his brother’s eyes. They don’t flash white; Zoë still stares down the pair of emerald green irises, holding his wrists over his head with one hand, pinning him down. It's not enough proof for her yet, because she jerks Dean's pocket knife from his belt and carves the unexposed skin on his forearm until blood becomes visible. He flinches and lets out a gasp. "Ow! You bitch!” he curses, eying her furiously as he pulls his arms free. In response she punches his chest, warningly, an ‘umph!’ escaping Dean’s throat. “I told you not to call me that. I had to be sure,” Zoë counters, not even bothering to apologize.

Stunned, he eyes her while catching his breath, which proves to be difficult, since the huntress has a powerful grip on him with her thighs. “You get a real kick out of torturing me, don't you?” “Don't be such a baby. You're definitely Dean, though,” she huffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest while judging him. “Oh, shut up,” Dean returns, already done with her smart talk, before he redirects his gaze to his brother. “You okay, Sammy?” Sam smiles, deciding not to correct his brother on the nickname for once. “I’m okay. Good to see you made it in one piece.” “Likewise. Now you--” Dean returns his glare to Zoë, who’s still sitting on his stomach, and shoos her. “- get off me. I already had you all over me tonight.” Zoë furrows her brow puzzled, wondering what he means by that, but stands up and allows him to do the same. “You have a phone?” Sam asks. “Yeah, I already called 911,” he informs and turns to the others. “Now, let's get you people out.”

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sakurabreeze · 5 years ago

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In Memory of My Feelings

My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets. He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals. My quietness has a number of naked selves, so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons and have murder in their heart! though in winter they are warm as roses, in the desert taste of chilled anisette. At times, withdrawn, I rise into the cool skies and gaze on at the imponderable world with the simple identification of my colleagues, the mountains. Manfred climbs to my nape, speaks, but I do not hear him, I'm too blue. An elephant takes up his trumpet, money flutters from the windows of cries, silk stretching its mirror across shoulder blades. A gun is "fired." One of me rushes to window #13 and one of me raises his whip and one of me flutters up from the center of the track amidst the pink flamingoes, and underneath their hooves as they round the last turn my lips are scarred and brown, brushed by tails, masked in dirt's lust, definition, open mouths gasping for the cries of the bettors for the lungs of earth. So many of my transparencies could not resist the race! Terror in earth, dried mushrooms, pink feathers, tickets, a flaking moon drifting across the muddied teeth, the imperceptible moan of covered breathing, love of the serpent! I am underneath its leaves as the hunter crackles and pants and bursts, as the barrage balloon drifts behind a cloud and animal death whips out its flashlight, whistling and slipping the glove off the trigger hand. The serpent's eyes redden at sight of those thorny fingernails, he is so smooth! My transparent selves flail about like vipers in a pail, writhing and hissing without panic, with a certain justice of response and presently the aquiline serpent comes to resemble the Medusa. Frank O'Hara

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9uk · 6 years ago

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Where Are You?

⌲ summary : Kim Taehyung. That is the name of a nobody in school constantly carrying a camera around with him. Also, the name belonging to the guy who carried your last words

⌲ pairing : thirdeye!taehyung x reader

⌲ word count : 10k

⌲ genre: pinch of fluff, heavy angst

⌲ warnings : themes of depression, suicide, self-harm and paranormal activities. character death. taehyung can see ghosts that is.

⌲ a/n: this is quite different from what i usually write but i just needed to get the plot that has been bothering my head for months out of me. nonetheless, enjoy & feedback is always welcomed.

The way life works is a true wonder.

Expect the unexpected, predict the unpredictable. It's all bound to happen one day, at a certain point of time in our very lives. You just have to catch that split moment, the millisecond on the dot—where a mini twist in your words or actions can bring about a very drastic change. It can be a tiny alteration that causes the downfall or rise of a situation. The choices we make for ourselves or others, is very much alike to a heavy dew sliding off a leaf and carelessly falling into stagnant water. The mini waves of the impact send the lily pads nearby dancing, a floating hibiscus petal to drift further into the unknown and push a sleeping fish a centimetre away from entering the opening of a heron's beak. It's the butterfly effect, minuscule yet major. Be it a coincidence or some cruel twisted joke god decided to play on you—you solemnly swear you heard a voice of another being in this house. A house you were supposedly alone in. It could be the cannibal. There is more than a fair share of emphasis placed on 'supposedly' because at this very moment, you are certain as heck that you are not the only one in here. Here being the old crooked house that sits alone by the edge of the second highest hill in town, standing obstinate to the ground despite the occasional flooding showers and hurricanes your region suffered. The old folks claim that the house belongs to a war veteran whose entire family starved while waiting for their sole bread-winner to come home. The man never made it back to his doorstep where his three children and spouse awaits, hope draining with every growl of their stomachs and in complete oblivion to the impending fall to the grave. Every so often, the family of five could be sighted behind the murky windows. However, there are also mediums who concluded from ridiculous superstitions and calculations of the house's location that a possible dead body could still be inside, and its vengeful spirit is bent on seeking retribution for the plain injustice of their murder. Depressed souls would see it as the way to the end, Blank minds and torn hearts enter the house with nothing but one wish—death. The number of suicides that occurred in the house is a little over a hundred—one hundred and three spirits to be exact, nothing more, nothing less—loitering within its four walls. There were instances of teenagers stepping foot into the forbidden site with hopeful hearts for a thrill and a video camera in hand, seeking for juicy content to gain views and be the first to break the belief — the bunch of kids were reported missing on the news a few hours after. The statistics are somewhat the building blocks to the infamous reputation it holds today. When the police went inside to search for the families' missing loved ones, it did not work out at all. In fact, the number rebelliously increased, the police force losing yet another one of their colleagues.

That's when they decided that everyone is prohibited to enter, unless they carried a death wish. It is almost like the Suicide Forest in Japan, tarnishing those who visit with a conflicted soul. Even the authorities chose to not touch the house, claiming it was still on a long-term lease. And under whose name?

They would never reveal.

The house became something everyone refuses to lay finger on, or even talk about. The ominousness it contained drove humans miles away, like a sleeping dragon not wanting to be bothered the slightest bit. It's almost like a door to a parallel universe or something. You did your homework regarding the possessed piece of property. The internet's local ghostbuster website shares more about the rumours circulating the house.

You can't escape once you make it through the two front doors. This is as clear as day already, the number of missing bodies serving as solid evidence. Questions however, still bugged at your mind.

Why exactly is that? Were all the window sills locked? Or is the door just created to be one-way? Sometimes people are so caught up with their fantasies that they forget to look at things more logically.

A cannibal was living inside. This is just a mere speculation, but it was not impossible. It seemed like the most rational explanation one could provide to the disappearance of people. Leftover bones can be easily cremated, destroying all traces of the deceased. But you had rather resort to jumping off a cliff or simply overdosing to kill yourself—than to ferociously be feasted on by your own kind.

It was some kind of portal to another world. Although these kind of things were not scientifically proven, it was still a valid suspicion because nothing ever made sense about that creepy house. Maybe people went in and get sucked into another dimension or flung into hell. Maybe the books were right. As well as the shows and movies on television. Everybody was afraid, of what the gaunt and creaky relic held between its paint-flaked walls and dirt-smeared window panes, why people went in and never got out, why citizens were constantly missing—but the discovery couldn't be anything more valuable than a life. But you clearly cared a whole lot about yours, because you are not even batting a lash when you tell your friends that you were going to check the cursed place out. All you receive is the dropping of jaws and the heavy pleas for you to not go, because apparently ten years ago a man as bold as you executed the similar plan you had and- "Guess what Y/N," Woo-gi leaned across the table, the bowl of mashed potatoes shifting forward a little. "He died. Unnatural cause of death. His body was never found and the saddest thing is that the family couldn't even give him a proper burial or send him away in peace." Her attempted blazing eyes fixes on yours, and her fingers creep to the knife resting on the surface of the table cloth.

Woo-gi is making the best efforts to get you to empathise with the family of the deceased man, knowing that trick works perfect on your soft putty heart. Lifting the cutlery up, she brings it down and mercilessly stabs into the piece of char-grilled pork chop for effect. There is a shredding sound of the piece of meat being torn apart by your dear pal. The vegetables at the side jump up in shock. "Gone. Just like that."

Her voice is a cold, menacing one which intended effect worked perfectly on your rather timid self, the bumps on your skin appearing unwillingly.

Her gaze finally drifts to the dish plate and leaves yours, allowing you to ponder over her words. In her final attempt to scare you out of the hasty decision, you only chew on your corn salad nonchalantly. She was right, it was a deadly risk but you wished you treasured your life as much as a normal person would. You didn't have any care in the world, dead or alive. So why not make the reason of your death be 'died exploring a haunted house', how cool and mysterious would that be on the headlines? "Sounds like a dream come true for me," You sweep the coleslaw you have no interest in to one side, isolated from the rest of the dish. Gone forever, just like that? You have been spending the past few years of your life sinking into the mattress and hoping the blankets would swallow you whole and cease your existence—what made her think that you would be afraid of something like that? Then you realise that your friends have no clue about your disorder. In fact, no one did. In their eyes, you were this outgoing girl who cracked plenty of jokes and lived with a happy family. At times, you would go overboard with your imagination but that's something people who felt constrained and suffocated often possess. Their stale life is the cause of their fantasies and aspirations running too wild.

But nobody would understand. She shakes her head and sighs, exasperated. It was like there were no words in the dictionary that can come together to bandage the open wound in your heart, or get rid of the black sticky substance bugging your insides since day one—even as a close friend, the most she can do is to pray for the best for you. No one can really help you out of this sunken pit, the route is yours to take.

"I'm telling you one last time," Woo-gi lunges forward to grab both of your hands, eyes glistening with worry, trying yet again, her utmost best to stop you in your dangerous expedition. For the last time. "Don't go."

Life works in mysterious ways, and you're the kind of person who would stubbornly step on a freshly mopped floor and try walk across it despite having a bright yellow caution sign shoved in your face. Maybe this would be the turning point in your life. A life which encompasses of...well, nothing much. The world's too tiring of a place to live in. And that is also why, you are in said haunted house, face to face with an unexpected human being. "Hey," Every drop of blood in your body freezes. It's the first thing you hear before a piercing scream leaves your chest, rattling the window panes. The sudden call startles the shit out of the shivering mess you were, your body jumping backwards out of reflex. You shun away from the piercing light being aimed straight into your eyes, arms coming up to block the sudden encounter. Cannibal? Cannibal! You shrieked and jumped back further upon realisation, making a beeline for the doors. Both feet took you there as fast as they could, the wooden planks beneath your heavy stomps threatening to snap. Except when you reach for the handle, the first rumour is proven to be true. The doors wouldn't budge. You shake them with all your might, only left with creaks and a stubborn obstruction to your fleeing. Your heart pounds wildly against your chest, with the knowledge that the monster is a few feet away from your panic-stricken form. "Just give up." The low voice appears behind you, the hairs on your back shooting up and your hands frozen. Why were you even so afraid? You wanted to die anyways. Nothing is able to coherently come out of your parched throat, only able to quiver in fear. "Do I really look that ugly?" The tone is derisive, so human-like and you think you may have overreacted. Whipping around, you are only met with bright white as a beam of light is pointed directly to your face. You may have been mistaken. But that doesn't stop you from feeling threatened. "Put that away." You commanded and once the shining path of white is directed to the ground, your hands slowly descend from shielding your face. "Kim Taehyung?" "Y/F/N?" The both of you speak out in unison upon the recognition, despite the low lighting playing as an obstacle. It was dark, but you can almost make out the look of shock on his face as he takes a moment to register your existence right in front of him. As for you, relief overwhelmed the surprise you felt and for once, you were thankful to see Kim Taehyung. A fair bit of questions were going through your mind now, and your heart was close to jumping out of your mouth any time soon. But somehow you managed to stay relatively calm.

As long as Taehyung was standing there, looking at you with a face of confusion, you wanted to end your life faster to escape the interaction with this guy. Or to explain what in the world you were doing in a horrid place like here. God wouldn't let you die in peace, he had to let you bump into Taehyung minutes or hours—nobody knows—before your anticipated death. The only thing going through your mind is how you have to explain why you were inside the most forbidden house in town. Then, another thought flickers in your mind. What was he doing here then? It couldn't be... For some reason, he stands there, still astounded by your presence. Wait no, it had nothing to do with your presence. It was you. Just like how having a guest in here came off as no surprise to him, but the fact that it was you... You feel like you rendered him speechless, disbelief widening his eyes and parting his lips. He was acting strange. Just a few moments ago, he was telling you so confidently about the fate of the doors and now there was a 180 degree change in his vibe. He kept staring at you, the moonlight flaunting a light shimmer to his black orbs and you felt queasy under his relentless gaze—like he held some sort of power over your empty soul. You couldn't decipher just what is it in his eyes, your head hurt as you tried to think.

It was never the same case in school though. While you exuded an aura of confidence wherever you walked, leaving a trail of your floral scented shampoo and fruity perfume, Taehyung would keep his head low and try to blend in with the shadows. He didn't smell like anything, nor did he frequently speak.

To his pals, at the very least. The moment you hear the name Kim Taehyung, the first word that comes to mind is eccentric. You weren't exactly someone to judge people in this manner, but you know him barely—only to the extent where you can only think of an adjective like that to describe him. You've seen him more than a couple of times around in school—always carrying a vintage camera around—but have never spoken a word to him. For an obvious reason, he was located in the best class—the one where the top students are—while you are in just another average class.

He was just another schoolmate to you. The both of you have never interacted during your whole journey in high school, except for that one time. However, you have only heard things about him. Unpleasant things that make your blood boil a little, because you feel like everyone should be treated equally no matter the circumstance.

One would say, "Kim Taehyung? You mean the guy who sits in the garden for an hour after school, waiting for a butterfly to land on his pinky finger? I mean, who even does that?"

Another would comment, "He's constantly talking to himself and his polaroid films, if that is even possible. Other than that, he either talks to flowers or trees. Sometimes, he eats by himself and then he raises his spoonful of rice to feed the person sitting opposite him—only that there isn't anyone there. Some girls screamed and ran away, even their boyfriends were scared of such a person. That is mainly why they didn't do anything bad to him.”

You didn’t have much thoughts about the guy, but you admired how he could be himself without the fear of being excluded from the norms of this society. He could find the comfort in being alone, and that was the type of peace you wish you possessed.

That one day, things blew out of proportion. It was a normal Tuesday, nothing extraordinary but school and sleep. You were seated with your usual group of friends during lunch, when suddenly a yell breaks through the canteen, followed by several laughters induced with pure evil. Almost the entire cohort turns to the infamous corner—just a small turn into the back kitchen where the trash is taken out by the vendors—the place where many students are dragged in there and come out with a blue black to the eye and nasty purple patches all over their limbs.

The whole cafeteria slowly fills with hushed whispers and serious gossiping, heads turning to one another unable to drop the topic for now. Yoongi walks out from the corner, followed by a few of his friends of a milksop. Wussies, you silently remark on their terribly feigned outer strength and masks of bravery. Nothing but imbeciles, you curse them in your head. Yoongi and weaklings plop right next to you, the eyes from the surrounding tables discreetly catching up on the interaction between the both of you. "Y/N! You look gorgeous today." He tries to place his hand onto your waist but you quickly shun away from him. The small action itself caused the whole canteen to blanketed with silence, every pair of eyes now focusing on the drama that was about to unfold between the notorious gangster and his proclaimed girl. "Don't fucking touch me you disgusting piece of shit." You have had enough. The menacing words seem to pierce through every wall in the school, every person at the scene being informed of your opinion towards Yoongi all this while. You stand up, pointing a finger of accusation directly at his face—to which he flinches at, caught off-guard by your swift movement. If you had the opportunity to get away with it, you would have dug your nails into his eyeballs and gouge them out of his eye sockets, then feed one each to the weaklings by his side. Instead, you take a deep breath. Small gasps leave everyone's lips and he panics—ego bruised by your harsh rejection. Yoongi was your boyfriend. You've been tolerating him for quite some time now, all for the sake of your parents. Without this relationship, your dad would have never been able to clinch the business deal with his father. All it took was a couple of sweet phrases and fake smiles, you couldn't be bothered with the rest of him other than the profit he could bring to your company. Yoongi on the other hand, seems to interpret the relationship in a very different way. He seems to have grown fond of you and naively believed that love between the two of you is real. You never put a single thought or effort into the relationship with Yoongi, not wanting to mislead him any further but some guys just can't seem to get the message, despite the many obvious hints you've dropped. You never ask him out.

Or when he does, you would only politely decline. In school, most of the time you stick like glue to your friends and try to avoid him and his rambunctious clique at all costs. Your dear friends took empathy in you and helped you out of certain situations concerning Yoongi at times. Somehow your boyfriend's pleasant way of proving his worth was to step on the backs of people who seemed inferior to him to climb his own ladder of pride.

It was like after each time he nailed someone to the ground and kicked their guts out, Yoongi feels like he reached another level of achievement. It's sickening to the thought and you want to have nothing got to do with that narcissistic asshole. This behaviour of his begin not too long ago, a few days prior when he marked his first victim. You were puzzled, but you didn't probe. He bullies physically and mentally, using their screams and pleas to feed his ego and push himself higher up the ladder. He started torturing anyone who ticks him off or come in his way to no end, and you think you may just be next albeit being his supposed girlfriend.

The conduct only made you despise him even more. Come to the thought of it, the things you do for your parents include self-depreciation and the loss of any shame left in your skin. You can feel the anger slowly twisting in his veins, radiating off his now clenched fists. Contrary to his untamed anger building within him, his friends are slowly retreating from his side, trembling in fear at your spit of acid. You chuckled, almost despicably—both at the cowering of his tough underlings and the way he almost peed his pants at the mere fling of your index finger. He realises that you are mocking his fragility and there are a couple of muffled giggles ignited in the crowd—his temper starts to get the better of his mind as the emasculation finally dawns over him. Before he can lay a finger on you, you are already a step ahead of him—grabbing the cup of hot tea off the table and splashing the boiling liquid onto his uniform, scalding his body. You thought you had might as well went all out in punishing a rascal like him. Your friends reach for your arm, trying to hold you back from going any further in dealing with the jerk and you throw the cup onto the ground, causing it to shatter into fragments—the sound of the porcelain splitting and cracking into pieces haphazardly rings through their ears. You'd like to refer it as a clear warning to everybody witnessing the event—to simply not mess with you.

You wished to be left alone.

While he screams in agony at the possible second-degree burn, you waltz away from the commotion nonchalantly. You think that that scumbag ought to have a taste of his own medicine someday, and if no one else dare stuff it down his throat, you would more than gladly do so. You find yourself striding off—to the hidden corner behind the stalls. And there, you discovered the bloodied body of Taehyung. With a broken camera by his side. A boy like him deserved more than this, no human should ever be hurt as badly as this—especially for no reason at all but one's inability to control their emotions, and the poor decision to vent it out on others can make horrible things happen. You kneel down by his side, checking the wounds inflicted on him. Fishing out a packet of tissues you always keep in your pocket for emergencies, you wipe the blood stains off his abused skin. He's in too much pain to express his surprise at your assistance, grunting as you pressed the tissue against the wound. When the bleeding on a certain cut has stopped, you offer him the support of your arm to let him sit up straight. Taehyung holds onto your forearm and pulls himself up from the ground. He groans as he does so, his back clad with bruises and soreness.

You noticed that he was stunned into a daze, probably at the grasp of realisation that someone was actually helping him. But you ignored his feelings, just shifted your attention fully onto the fixing of his injury. You recall having a plaster tucked away in your purse and you quickly take it out as well, secretly laughing at its design—hot pink with Hello Kitty.

Taehyung doesn't miss the sound of light escaping your lips, and he himself bites down on his lip to hold back a chortle at the girlish visual of the bandaid—temporarily pushing the questions behind your intentions away. You actually felt glad you could bring a smile to his face with something like the childish print of a bandaid. Nonetheless, you peel it off and gently place it over the deep cut on his forearm as he tries to control his wincing. "Hey, it's alright. You can cry out for all you want," You smoothed the plaster flat and tight on his skin. When you lightly slap the face of the Hello Kitty to tease him, he lets out a yelp—something that sounds puzzlingly adorable coming from him. "Here, have this." You fish out a piece of candy from the other side of pocket, handing it over you the victim. The amount of surprise he shows never ceases. You let out a short laugh, "I know you're not a kid, but still..." You smile up at him. "Just take it as a form of apology for what I caused you to go through." Taehyung doesn't move a muscle, just sillily blinking at your actions. You take his hand and shove the sweet into his palm, closing his fingers around it.

For a brief moment, both your eyes meet.

There is an unexplainable exchange of thoughts running through each other's minds and it was close to feeling like the two of you shared something in common. Taehyung was ostracised in school and probably the life he had out there judging by his abstruse personality and unfathomable behaviour. He was a prisoner out here in the real world.

Freedom, but yet he can't truly express himself without being placed behind bars in the eyes of others.

You are guilty of doing so in the past, when he was nothing but a lingering, mystifying shadow that held no importance in your life. That's exactly what you did to him—judge and rule him out of the ordinary. All you feel for him is sympathy, and that isn't anywhere better than the culprits themselves if you weren't about to step out and lend him a helping hand. Regret washes over your system as his dark pupils venture into your soul.

You were not as innocent as others perceive you to be. Bystanders were the invisible strokes of support to the metal bars that locked him up. His hand, although held by you, was trying to cling onto your grasp and not wanting you to leave. You would consider yourself a lucky chap indeed, having born into this world with food and shelter, kin and kith. In fact, rather luckier than the rest to be able to own what you like and not solely what you need. Above all of the materials your parents could afford, you were trapped in incongruity of being a prisoner of your own. You didn't know what you were passionate about in life, and to live without passion is akin to being dead. You just did well in your studies because the society deems that degree certificate as a strong foundation in your job. But you truly did not know if you really enjoyed burning the midnight oil to continuously mug or if the elation of attaining a perfect score on your assessment is pure, or just for the sake of your insatiable parents. Education is key. Well definitely, to a certain extent and you have witnessed how far your own set of parents are willing to go as long as you achieved soaring colours of distinction.

Sleepless nights, wandering mind and a stagnant heart. Sometimes the urge to pretend to be ill to escape the torment of school. Sometimes the subconscious act of bringing the kitchen scissors to your wrist and slit... You want to collapse to the ground and never be able to wake up again. You wished a drunk driver would accidentally run you over and end everything for you. Then nobody would know about how tired you were of this pointless life. You were a prisoner of yourself too. With no doubt, you and Taehyung are definitely similar in many ways the world can't see. "See you...soon, I guess." A soft chuckle emits from you like that happening would be a miracle, but the expression does not reach your eyes. Your eyes that were blocked by a wall of defence to your vulnerability of an emptiness. She is broken. A whisper goes by his ear. She needs help. The raspy voice travelled to his other ear, making him shiver slightly but unnoticeably. Taehyung could feel it too but he was in no place to ask about your wellbeing. He could only stare and wonder. The eye contact was broken off, before your hand recedes from his, carefully. He catches the way a faint smile ghost on your features as quickly as it appeared. A bittersweet kind of happiness. But he doesn't say a word, even after your figure grows smaller with every step you take back to class. What you missed, is the shutter of the camera lens, floating in the air. "Hey, don't touch that!" He snatches the device back and winces at the stretch he feels in his back muscle.

"Y/N." The wooden planks beneath him cursed out loud, warning sirens of his voice turning stern. Besides his low voice and creaks of weak wood and nails, there is only a dripping sound from some leaking pipe. "What are you doing here?!" It is the second time he has raised the question to you, but you only keep silent, eyes searching the room for answers.

Why hadn't you disappeared or get eaten by some ferocious beast yet? Taehyung was only complicating your attempt of suicide. You tried to keep your head clear when you first pushed the rusty front door open, disallowing the memories to flow into your mind.

It was a blockage to all forms of happiness in your life, to prevent your pathetic self from backing out. But Taehyung, an actual human being, catching you in the act of wanting to kill yourself just shot a dose of reality into your numbing heart and racing thoughts.

"Uh..." You wet your lips.

"What about you? What are you doing here?" You turn the cameras back to him. It would not be shocking if he came here to take his life as well. Taehyung purses his lips in serious contemplation before candidly answering. "I can see ghosts," He looks down like it was something to be ashamed about.

That wasn't the case for you. You were completely taken aback by his confession but you found it extremely intriguing. "Oh—Wait what?" One thing about the revelation was that it for sure explained a lot about the way Taehyung acts. You trust his words, but you don't know how to link it to the fact that he was standing right in front of you in the living room of this damned house. Raising a brow at him, you wish for him to elaborate further. "I uh, heard r-rumours circulating around in school, that uh," He pinches his brows.

"You were going to come in here. So I kind of decided to see if it was true." You were amazed by his candidness.

"And it is." You mused.

It was heartwarming to see that someone actually bothered to risk their life to come look for you. Then again, Taehyung is a guy filled with secrets. God knows, but maybe he is the owner of this house. When his eyes capture yours for one more time, it drowned you into the whirlpool of emotions he was feeling.

Something like denial, frustration and lastly, regret. The eye contact is never broken. Like Taehyung was staring so hard at you to try and figure the different parts of you out, to evaluate every inch of you and you squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You croaked out, beginning to feel very creeped out despite the tinge of softness laced in his eyes. "You—Urm, you—! Argh!" He only hesitates even more, turning into a stuttering mess. You jump back in surprise at his reaction. Lost and confused as to how to provide you with a suitable reply, he yells and pulls at his locks of hair. It was when he proceeds to fall to the ground on his knees and seemingly begin whimpering into his palms, all surprise turned into worry for the guy. You kneeled down and called out to him. "Shit—Taehyung!"

"What do you seek, young man?" "Your whole point here is to know and advice me." Taehyung bites back. "Very well. An unsolved mystery, something concerning a girl and regarding the old house just down the street." He shuffles his cards and keep them away neatly. It seemed like those tools will not be of any use to Taehyung, and he clearly understood why the man's face have fallen drastically—it isn't a simple case a few cards can crack. You were not only beautiful, you were inculcated with kindness, you held a type of pureness lost by many as they grow up, you spoke in a manner that is highly respectable and the crowfeet that form at the side of your eyes whenever you laughed too hard couldn't get any more adorable. He shifts uncomfortably on the hard wooden seat, and gulps anxiously. "Was her body found?" Taehyung doesn't know.

He doesn't know where the hell you went or what the fuck you were doing, he only knows that when his eyes flew open, he felt the cold of the night stinging on his skin and an empty space next to him. You were no longer in his arms and the next moment he is springing up from the worn out couch and beginning his search for you. He looked every nook and cranny of the house for you but to no avail. The only resort left got him sitting across a renown psychic. But even the expertise in this region seems to find this case uncrackable. "No." He tilts his head, bringing out a rock of some sort. Taehyung sees it as a mere rock but not to him apparently. "This is the Magic Stone." His fingers fidget around with the purple coloured object. He does this continuously, causing Taehyung to perk an eyebrow up at his claim. The psychic burrows into deep concentration, a conclusion forming in his head. Then, all movement ceases. "Her soul has to bring you there herself."

The medium's advice sounded strained, like it was the hardest thing to come to a conclusion like that. It's a clear excuse when he says the reason of those teardrops rolling down his cheeks are caused by the wind.

You want to reach out and pat him on the back in hopes of alleviating his pain but you quickly retract it back as the muffled sobs through his fingers grow even louder. All you could wonder at that point in time was whether something bad was happening to Taehyung. Maybe the demons in this house were taking him away first.

Maybe he is really going to die. Then, with every drop of care drained from your exhausted body, you placed your hand on his clothed back with a strong determination to do your best and ease him (into the underworld most likely) without any pain. "Are you okay?" Only for his cries to stop abruptly when he feels your hand smoothing over his back. Hastily, Taehyung removes his hands from his face and turns around to look at you. His eyes were red and swollen from all the desperate weeping, saliva of sorrow pooled in his mouth as he watches you with a kind of anguish and concern. It mirrored the look you gave him when you saw him lying on the ground, beaten up. This is where the two of you are similar.

Prisoners, but of two entirely different reasons. You drifted your gaze to his elbow and notice the striking dash of pink. The band aid still being there was what solidified the certainty that this was all real. This wasn't some kind of twisted dream. And that would only mean one thing. Because your hand did not manage to rub his back, for the paleness casting over it only sank into his body, deep into his spine—only for his body to be in one piece as you fast to recede it like you had just touched a strong flame—unable to feel anything touching your palm even when you made that physical contact with him. "Taehyung... why..." You inspect your hands carefully. Your skin was never this white. All the hairs on your forearm had disappeared as well, your whole body lacking any hint of life. It felt surreal. Like something that would only occur in dreams.

"Why can't I touch you?" Maybe if you try pinching yourself, you would wake up. Maybe this was just one of your daily nightmares from stress. It was when you started aggressively pinching the pale skin on your arms, thighs, waist—you realised you could still feel yourself. The only difference being that it was so, so cold. It was similar to touching an ice pack, frosty and nothing much else.

Cold. That's how you feel and the perplexity that hit you all at once began transforming into larges beams of anger, sadness and helplessness. You wanted to cry as loud as you could for help. "Why do I feel so cold?!" You refused to believe anything your senses were telling you. Everything your naked eyes were showing you.

Lunging forward, you run your hands all over Taehyung again and hope to actually feel something tangible.

To your dismay, your fist only goes through his heart like he was made of air—no, like you were made of air.

You were the dead one here.

"The police have searched the whole compound of the town and spread the news of the missing school girl country wide. In the past two weeks of finding the teenage girl, Y/F/N is still unable to be located. If you have come across—Zap." Taehyung clicks the button on the remote control and flings it to the other end of the couch in frustration. He ruffles through his hair, hoping for hints of you to magically pop up in his head. The thing is, the both of you had barely spoken to one another. Plus, he had a tough time speaking to the people at his-and your-school. One week. One whole week since the disappearance of your body. The police are proven to be fucking useless and incompetently unreliable, he mentally notes. He figured that the fastest method to locate you, would require him to act out on his own. The list of things that can happen to your body goes down a long scroll that even Taehyung himself is unwilling to imagine. He wants you to at least, still be in one piece when he finds you. He uses the term body, because your soul is for sure loitering somewhere in town. It can't go too far from your body, a rule he remembers by heart. So, it wouldn't be entirely impossible to detect where your corpse would be. Think, think, think! He repeats like a mantra in his bursting head. Where would you go if you were this free, lingering spirit? And then he recalls.

"You're up here again."

He pushes himself up onto his usual spot—a high wall surrounding the perimeter of the rooftop, granting anyone up here a perfect view of the school field and vast blue sky. The job of the wall is to prevent any students from falling over and have their bodies crush to pulp when they plop to the ground floor. But Taehyung doesn't play by the rules. Where is the fun in that? He often questions anything that has to do with system and order. As a person who lives by pure intuition, Taehyung brings himself to the top floor for the second time after just doing so the day before. It could be the voices whispering encouragements for him to pay upstairs a visit, or maybe it had to do with a very strong gut feeling tugging at his chest. Nonetheless, he was here.

The boy from yesterday is situated at the exact place as before. His skin was terrifyingly pale—but not translucent—and the cracking of his bones could still be heard whenever he swinged his legs. He must have just died a few days ago, Taehyung concludes. The boy doesn't acknowledge Taehyung, nor does he reply.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung cranes his neck a little to face the boy properly—who in turn was staring at his feet with a strange amount of attention. Then upon following his line of sight, Taehyung realises how small and young the boy was—his own legs were almost twice as long as the kid's.

"My brother," He finally speaks, but only softly.

Taehyung digests his answer for a moment, before cautiously popping the second question. He knew better than to ask why the boy had died, it would probably even send the kid into a fury and then to hell, which was the last thing Taehyung wanted to happen to him. "If you don't mind me asking," He nervously grips the edge of wall.

The boy tipped his chin up slightly, intrigued by his words. His big round eyes came into view, leaving a heavy load to weigh at Taehyung's heart. His eyes, still freshly glistening and vibrant with blackness illustrated the bright and long road that awaited him in his life, only to be torn apart by whatever fatally tragic accident he was met with. It's a pity. It's a pity how some promising futures can be so easily robbed of in a blink of the eye. It is not a frequent occasion where tears pricked at Taehyung's eyes. He closes them for a second, before getting the question out. "Who is your brother?" The boy now turns to fully face him, legs still swinging regardless. His eyes looked way bigger and innocent than Taehyung had thought they would be. And it doubled the pain beneath his ribs.

It's suffering to bump into an innocent soul. He had rather someone who acted the way they deserved their death. The boy switches his stare on Taehyung now, silent while his orbs grow shinier. "I'm sorry in advance," The child looks like he was about to burst into tears. Taehyung felt the same. What was a sweet boy like him even apologetic for? "Min Yoongi." Taehyung blinks in surprise. The boy was gone. A series of giggles echoed in the stairway and without another thought, Taehyung hops down to hide himself from whoever was there. He does not recall any platform being built after the wall. He simply knows that if he falls over from such a risky position, he would die. He heaves a deep sigh of relief when the platform does not crumble into pieces under his full weight. He thinks it must be the doing of the boy. His smile is cut off when the footsteps and voices grow louder, noticeably two female students just hanging out. Unlike being rash as himself, they only prop their elbows on the wall, admiring the scene as that. Which he was grateful for, otherwise he would definitely get caught for loitering around carelessly. "Finally. Something great about this shit hole." Taehyung sticks onto the wall like a lizard, trying his best to be away from the edge. "Honestly, the perfect spot to take fresh breather," the other voice makes an appearance. "No one ever comes up here unless you want to be making a serious offence." A flock of birds crosses the sky and Taehyung secretly hopes they don't share the tiny space with him. "For peace and quiet, I'd give anything." The first voice replies. He silently nods in strong agreement. And he recognises it as yours, because of that one time you were called up to present a book review in Literature class. Your voice was distinct yet soft, you spoke with a sense of urgency to bring your point across and yet still manage to maintain your composure in your tone. He must say he’s never been this impressed by a presenter before.

And here he is, hearing the same voice again. This time, much quieter and lower compared to in class, but it leaves him beyond intrigued of the next content spilling out of your mouth. "Then, where are you going to get your dear peace and quiet after this semester?" The second girl with the higher pitched voice asks. "Hm, great question." The first girl ponders and probably stares into the horizon.

Then she replies, after the earth spins a full round. "Somewhere with sand and salt maybe." She answers seriously, after much consideration. "Can't you just say the beach? You idiot." "Whatever. Just checking if that peanut brain of yours is working." A gasp can be heard. "You better run before I catch you!" Their shoes leave heavy footsteps on the concrete and their voices gradually fade away.

Taehyung feels bad for eavesdropping onto their conversation, but it was something he couldn’t help even if he did not want to.

Speaking of which, Taehyung hasn’t thought about what he’d like to do during spring break. Maybe he’d bring some flowers and offerings for Yoongi’s brother and the others always by his side. Without being seen, that goes without saying.

They’d be over the moon to receive flowers because no one is really there for them. Or have simply forgotten about them. Taehyung wonders if anyone would bring him flowers when he passes on.

Still, Taehyung felt a seed of envy being planted inside of him, wishing that he could go to the beach or park during the season of blossoms with friends and genuinely have a good time. He has never gotten the opportunity to hang out with any normal human ever since birth. He told a friend he trusted about his ability of seeing things normal people couldn’t and the boy went about telling everybody about his confession which led to the beginning of his ostracisation

Weirdo. Freak. Those were the names he eventually got accustomed to being called as.

The seed of envy grows. The both of you are lucky enough to be discussing about where to head to for vacation, something he couldn’t do.

Lucky enough to be going on a vacation. Not everyone has that blessing.

He wish he could be like everyone else. Lead a normal life, have friends, and be wealthier. This way, he wouldn’t have to struggle so much.

For a moment, he wishes that he could replace the position and live the life of anyone else.

Like the girl who can play the violin.

Like the boy always sleeping in class.

Like the school’s janitor.

Like Yoongi.

Like you.

"Hey you! What are you doing up there?!" Someone like a security personnel yells at him from downstairs. Now, how the hell was he supposed to get back up there?

You must not be far. His feet dents the soaked sand beneath, leaving prints that queued in line to be washed up by the incoming waves. With the ends of his pants rolled up, he spins around aimlessly to search for you. It was fortunately a weekday, which allowed the beach to be emptier. And that would make the task of spotting you much easier. He strolls along the coast, patiently kindling his instincts to take him wherever you were to be. It feels almost surreal—the texture of the grainy sand rubbing against the sole of his feet, the gentle whispers of the arriving waves, the wind slicing through his thick hair, ruffling it like feathers—how peculiar it felt to realise that he is alive, being hyper aware of all five (or six) senses.

The tangibility of things would signal that he is actually a living human, but something intangible is missing in him and it makes the whole experience of being alive feel so...detached. Every part of his body felt like it didn't belong to him—it was his toes coming in contact with the sand and not him, it was his hair dancing with the wind and not him, it was his legs moving on their own accord and not Taehyung. This is what happens when you interact with supernatural beings for the whole of your life, he thinks.

"Hey watch your step!" A shout intrudes his thoughts. Taehyung pauses, retracting his feet back. The small kid carries on building her sandcastle with her companion. Watching their busy hands, Taehyung tries to figure out who exactly was the one who warned him. Regardless, he whips out his camera to take a shot of the girl building sandcastles. "Yay! It's done!" The girl pats the top of the castle and runs towards the benches shrieking in contentment, failing to withhold the excitement of breaking the news of the small achievement to her mother. The other girl however, only smiles at Taehyung and vanishes. He runs his eyes across the ground. Just below his toes, there laid a tiny baby turtle. It scurries, towards nowhere, seemingly unable to acquire the skill of waddling on the fine sand like all his other pals. A meter ahead, his friends totter in clusters towards the entrance of the sea. The poor buddy struggles hard to walk properly, let alone find the correct direction home. He suddenly grows conscious of the couple of seagulls chilling by the water. But he was too preoccupied with the aim to find you to bother about the weak creature. As he was just about to dismissively stroll away, something tells him to make a turn and save that baby animal. He should make a difference when he can. He definitely should. He could actually salvage a situation. A life that is. He jogs back faster than the predator birds could, quickly finding the turtle again and gently picked it up. The shell looked too big for its body and its two big ebony eyes popping out of its sockets gazing at Taehyung—are filled with gratitude. Or so he assumes. The creature makes some kind of fuzzy noise—of happiness—when it is put down onto the sea line to join its siblings. The rambunctious clique waddles their way into the ocean, gliding across and surging into the water, one by one, delightfully. The seagulls trots away, lunch stolen. He continues his trail. Slowly, a pier approaches. And similar to Yoongi's brother, a girl sits at the end of the wooden platform all by herself.

She radiates frozen, cold heat and as he gets closer, the temperature dives. He carefully crafts his steps towards the lone spirit, begging the planks to not creak too loudly in fears of scaring her away. With every inch he gets closer to the girl, the clouds present in the sky turns darker, accompanied with the flush of even more greyness which eventually overlays the initial coat of cyan. The familiarity of the uniform boosts the confidence in him to call out your name. "Y/N?" She stands up—indeed the girl reported missing—and Taehyung was glad it was you. The troubles fogging his mind seem to have cleared at the plain sight of you. He was relieved that he had at least found your soul. It was another thing to find your body though, and that is the main objective here. Connecting your body with your soul would be the final resort in sending you off in peace. He had a day left. Twenty four hours before you wouldn't be able to leave in peace. Before your pure soul would dissipate into a fiery pit of wrath, abandoned in the darkest abyss until you transform into a vengeful spirit. All the hatred, pain and misery would be instilled in your afterlife that is deadly inescapable. These overwhelming amount of negative emotions trapped in your soul would then leave you in this state, forever. The sight was inexplicably depressing. Just a few days ago, you were real to the touch. He could feel your fingers smoothing over the plaster on his arm. He could see the satisfaction radiating off the smile you flashed at him before, leaving. He could smell the light cherry blossom from your shampoo flowing in the air. He could hear the base of your sneakers hitting the floor as you paced your way to class. Yet now, the wood underneath wouldn't make a sound as you got up.

Your lips were chapped and your crusting skin was faded. Compare to a few days ago at the house, you looked much worse and haggard.

The corners of your mouth quivered, itching to bring forth expression but unable to do so. You couldn’t even smile. You couldn’t even cry if you wanted to.

Now you were toeing the line that crossed the real world and heaven apart.

Somehow he feels like it is partly his fault. Maybe if he had tugged onto your wrist and asked you to stay back a little longer. Maybe if he was quick enough to catch you after school. Maybe then, you wouldn't have had the chance to end your life. Caged by your fingers, was a head of pink.

"I heard that pink carnations stand for the remembrance of the dead,"

His brows furrows at your words. How is it that you were able to comfort him so easily, while he is here having a difficult time to even form words to express his grief. But he was sure that like him, you didn't crave for sympathy at all.

Maybe if he had clung onto the empty look in your eyes, thinking more than he should, stepping out of his comfort zone to care for you. Then perhaps, this situation would never take place. Then with a heaving chest, he clenches his teeth to embrace the fact that you are no longer existent in this real world. It was pointless to think about all the possibilities that could have dodged this situation.

"I hope someone remembers me."

Uncontrollably, a bead of tear seeps out and rolls down his cheek. His nostrils flare up as the sadness and realisation overtakes every cell in him that was fighting against the tide of sorrow. His heart feels like someone plunged their fist into his bare chest and ripped it out. Thrown onto the ground and stomped into pieces.

Lips quivering, Taehyung fights back the devastation and gathers the last scrapes of sensibility in his mind, using all the energy his rationality could afford—brings the camera looped around his neck up to his eyes, and snaps.

Through the lens, a pink carnation levitates above the pier, the ocean a transverse blue spread across the rectangular panel, accentuating the vibrant colour of the dainty flower.

The camera lowers, along with his head.

He was sobbing by now, all the while you gently hold the flower and stare at him with the same hollow eyes. “Why?!” He grits out between cries.

"Why..." The later one comes out in broken, incoherent snippets.

You are really not here anymore. With him.

"I'm weaker than you think," You breathed out with a faint smile following the confession. His heart clenches and twists into a tight knot, pulling at his conscience.

"And don't you worry, I will return to my body."

The fact that you were still trying your best to maintain cheery for him despite being dead twists his heart viciously. The world is too cruel to you, and to him. An angel like you deserves to seek your happiness in a better place like the skies above. The visage of you is becoming transparent, signalling your departure. Taehyung musters all that is left in him to take a step forward and press his palm softly to your face. He could not feel anything but his hand was just there, for support and consolation.

"I will remember you."

His words of affirmation sets your heart at ease. You finally understand how they would all say, that the true pain does not lie within the process of dying, but in truth lies within the witnessing of those who love and care for you, break down. After climbing out of your state of denial at your own death, you have come to terms with that fact and wish for nothing more than to end the whole suffering. It lurches at your heart seeing a guy like Taehyung who you were not even that close to, crying like he had just lost a precious belonging. Like the world had just lost a precious belonging. You hoped that people remember you. For all your hard work in this world, for all the full marks you attained, for all the certifications you achieved, for all the smiles you have bring and the band aids you have placed on others. You hope that when people think of you, it is nothing but filled with goodness. There were, no regrets to say the least.

Your body may not be in its best condition, but the accident pulled your death off pretty well. It left you with no second thoughts, no last words, just a brutal blow to your side and head. It killed you with perfection, leaving no hesitation and last words—just met with the end in a solid second. You're suddenly worried Taehyung gets into trouble again.

"If anything, I'll protect you alright?"

Taehyung chuckles unbelievably through sniffs.

"We'll meet again.”

Your final words splinters apart, the bottom half of your body already beginning to dissipate. You gradually dissolve into the thin air—the cold mist and you becoming one— and the skies clear up in no rush. The carnation drops to the wooden floor with a thud.

I will remember you.

It was a chilly night, an expected downpour to attack in about an hour. His curtains danced to the rhythm of the wind, flowing about violently. "The body of the missing school girl has been recovered after a hiker going for his morning exercise smells rotten flesh in the woods. The police suspect that the girl may have jumped off a cliff from above as an attempt of suicide." Taehyung shifts his attention back to the mac and cheese turning cold on his lap. At one point, the winds were so rough that the vase sitting on the top of his dresser wobbles in jeopardy before another ferocious blow arrives through his window and topples the glass over, onto the ground. Shattered into fragments. Water spills out and the pink carnation flows along on the liquid like a dead body in a river. He internally groans at the mess he has to clean up afterwards, but it is only for a short moment before his attention is snatched by the voice of news anchor on television once again. "However, the forensics department has confirmed with the backing of further detailed analysis of the crime scene, that there were skid marks indicated on the road at the edge of the cliff accompanied by scraps of car paint evident on the victim's clothes." The carnation on the ground blackens, curls up into a crushed stalk of wither.

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Summary: A comprehensive collection of online articles, magazine clippings, etc. documenting the dating history of pop stars, Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura.

(AU in which the K in Kpop means 'Konoha.')

Note: Possible anachronisms are my mistake, and I invoke artistic license for things that may get too unrealistic. Thanks!

All persons and companies are fictitious and any resemblance to existing persons and companies is purely coincidental. Kinda.

Special thanks to @lilmikomiko and @hobok!

ao3 link

2006

KAGE is Konoha’s New Exciting Boy Group

08/29/2006

Kage have emerged as an unstoppable force in the Konoha pop scene, and now the group is already on their way to take over the world. Its two main tracks, “Beasts” and “I’m on My Way” landed on the number 1 and 2 spots on all major music charts on Konoha and abroad, while the rest of the tracks on the album “Jutsu” are on the top 20. The group’s four music videos on their YouTube channel have already amassed nearly 200 million views and counting.

The five members—Hyuuga Neji, Sai, Inuzuka Kiba, Uchiha Sasuke, and Uzumaki Naruto—all helped write and produce the songs on their album.

Kage is KG Entertainment’s first idol group. The label previously specialized in hip-hop and more experimental soloists and groups, so the decision of debuting a pop group was met with either eyebrow-raising incredulity or feverish anticipation.

“There was certainly a huge amount of pressure from both sides—from the ones who anticipate because we don’t want to let them down, and from the ones rooting for us to fail because we want to prove them wrong,” said leader Hyuuga Neji. “But we simply channeled the anxiety and frustration into working hard to make an excellent debut.”

Kage’s debut also came at the most opportune time. Konoha’s pop music is on the rise and is being recognized all across the great nations. “I think it’s pretty cool that our music is reaching other countries! Kinda makes you realize what they say about music’s power to connect everybody,” shared Uzumaki Naruto, the mood-maker and the youngest of the group.

With a world tour currently planned, Kage really would be able to connect more with their fans. The group is set to visit 6 countries and play 30 shows. 500,000 people are expected to attend. Now, that’s something to look forward to.

In the meantime, see the profiles of the members below:

NEJI

Real Name: Hyuuga Neji Role: leader, lead vocals, visual Birth Date: 3 July Sign: Cancer Blood Type: O Height: 184 cm Instruments: Piano

SAI

Real Name: Anbu Sai Role: vocals Birth Date: 25 November Sign: Sagittarius Blood Type: A Height: 176 cm Instruments: Flute

KIBA

Real Name: Inuzuka Kiba Role: main dancer, vocals Birth Date: 7 July Sign: Cancer Blood Type: B Height: 173 cm Instruments: Guitar

SASUKE

Real Name: Uchiha Sasuke Role: rapper, songwriter, producer Birth Date: 23 July Sign: Leo Blood Type: AB Height: 182 cm Instruments: Piano, Bass Guitar

NARUTO

Real Name: Uzumaki Naruto Role: rapper Birth Date: 10 October Sign: Libra Blood Type: B Height: 180 cm Instruments: Drums

banana_dolphin · 8 years ago Nobody can rock a crop top like Sai does

KXGE · 8 years ago WORLDWIDE KINGS OF POP

uksem · 8 years ago sasuke put a shirt on. jk don’t

Vaccuum · 8 years ago I’m a dude but Neji is more beautiful than half the girls I dated

NaNaNa · 8 years ago NARUTO IS SO CUTE!!!!

crentist · 8 years ago Wonder what shampoo Neji uses

Catherine · 8 years ago Kiba is like a puppy who will bite you sometimes but it’s ok cuz u love him~

EMO_gee · 8 years ago I would die for Sasuke.

7 Facts You Didn’t Know About Uchiha Sasuke // PopFire

With the debut of KGE’s hot new boy group KAGE, you must be dying to learn more about the members! Let’s start off with the charismatic and dangerously sexy, Uchiha Sasuke. :*

Uchiha Itachi of the legendary 2nd generation group Akatsuki is his older brother. (Handsome bros <3)

He trained with Oto Entertainment for 2 years before transferring and debuting under KG.

The Sharingan Group is a conglomerate owned and founded by Uchiha Madara, Sasuke’s grandfather, making him an heir. (OMG!! Sounds like the beginning of a drama plot XD)

Sasuke’s family has also taken over the film industry through his cousins, Uchiha Obito, an up-and-coming film and music video director, and Uchiha Shisui, an actor known for his role in ‘Crows.’

He has said that if he wasn’t a singer, he would probably pursue a career in the arts. We may have an idea where this interest comes from. His mother, Uchiha Mikoto, is a renowned contemporary art curator and commissioner. (Probably a Mama’s boy ^^)

Despite his high-class background, according to interviews, his preferences are quite simple. His favorite food are tomatoes and fish flakes, and he loves camping.

He has also ventured in the underground rap scene in his teenage years under the name “Taka.” Among his colleagues are Sui, Juu5, and Karin who have appeared as contestants in popular rap competition “Show Me What You Got.”

2007

KUNOICHI’s Debut: New KG Girl Group Makes Major Moves on the Charts

It has only been a month since Kunoichi debuted but they’re already slaying the charts.

See also: Kage’s Uzumaki Naruto names Jiraiya and Killer B as his major influences in Video Star episode

The quartet—consisting of Sakura, Ino, TenTen, and Hinata—made their official debut with two singles, “Bloom” and “Mindblower.” Both tracks debut on World Digital Songs Chart at numbers 1 and 2 respectively.

Kunoichi is only the fourth Konoha act to hit number 1 on World Digital Songs Chart, joining Akatsuki, Tsunade, and Kage.

Get to know the girls behind the chart topper hits.

SAKURA

Birth name: Haruno Sakura Nickname: Forehead Girl Position: leader, main rapper, vocalist, songwriter Birthday: 28 March Zodiac Sign: Aries Birthplace: Konoha Height: 165 cm Weight: 45.4 kg Blood Type: O Some Facts about Sakura:

Trained for 5 years.

Signed as a trainee in KG the same year as Kage’s Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto.

Best friends with Ino.

Her favorite foods are syrup-coated anko dumplings, umeboshi, and anmitsu.

Sakura’s ideal type: someone really cool

INO

Birth name: Yamanaka Ino Nickname: Ino-pig Position: main vocalist Birthday: 23 September Zodiac Sign: Libra Birthplace: Konoha Height: 164 cm Weight: 46 kg Blood Type: B Some Facts about Ino:

Trained for 6 years, the longest in the group.

Best friends with Sakura.

Used to part-time in her family’s flower shop during summers.

Her favorite foods are pudding and cherry tomatoes.

Ino’s ideal type: the type to survive on a deserted island

TENTEN

Birth name: Ten Ten Nickname: 1010 Position: main dancer, rapper, sub-vocalist Birthday: 9 March Zodiac Sign: Pisces Birthplace: Konoha Height: 166 cm Weight: 47.3 kg Blood Type: B Some Facts about Tenten:

Trained for 3 years in KG.

Before training in KG, she has appeared in various dance competitions.

Likes fortune-telling.

Her favorite foods are sesame dumplings, Fire Country delicacies

Tenten’s ideal type: a mature, sensible man

HINATA

Birth name: Hyuuga Hinata Nickname: Hinata Position: visual, sub-vocalist Birthday: 27 December Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Birthplace: Konoha Height: 163 cm Weight: 45 kg Blood Type: A Some Facts about Hinata:

Trained for 6 months.

First cousin of Kage’s Hyuuga Neji.

Likes flower pressing.

Her favorite foods are zenzai and cinnamon rolls.

Hinata’s ideal type: nice and lively

alana 7 years ago OH MYGODDDDDD YAAAASSSS QUEENSSSS SLAAAYYY REPLY

Clau_Chi 7 years ago Ino can murder me and I’ll thank her REPLY

d-zine 7 years ago I can’t believe Sakura isn’t the visual cuz she’s so eye-catching with that stunning pretty face and that pink hair REPLY

pau_ 7 years ago tenten’s buns are adorable!!! so is her hair!!! lolol REPLY

SIS10 7 years ago MINDBLOWER IS THE BOP OF THE CENTURY REPLY

2008

KAGE Unveils Titles of First Two Singles of Comeback Album 04/04/2008

KAGE has finally unveiled the title of two tracks on their upcoming comeback album.

See also: Rock Lee on being the rookie to introduce trot music to the youth

To kick off their highly-anticipated return, it has been revealed that the group will be releasing “Will of Fire” and “Endure” this coming July 1, as seen in the brand new teaser posters for KAGE’s ROOTS PROJECT released earlier today.

Also indicated in the teaser posters are the personnel in the production of the tracks. KG Entertainment veteran Hatake Kakashi produce both tracks as he always does for Kage, while all the boys would take turns to write and compose, and the main rappers, Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto would pen their own verses. This time however, one of the writers of the second track “Endure” is none other than Kunoichi’s Haruno Sakura, alongside the group’s primary lyricist Uchiha Sasuke.

Kage leader Hyuuga Neji says of Sakura’s involvement in their album, “Sakura-san was kind enough to gift us a song, to which we are grateful. Its style is unlike anything we have done before and it gears towards a different but interesting direction for us as a group.” Neji adds, “We hope the fans who have supported us up until now will continue to let us show them Kage’s new colors.”

Meanwhile, Kage will be gearing up to start their world tour on October 10 at Konoha Memorial Stadium which would include the tracks from the new album in the setlist. They plan to visit 11 different countries, hold 50 performances, and meet 1.2 million fans.

[+2032, -159] Finally!!!! ㅠㅠ July 1 can’t come fast enough!!!!!!

[+1869, -324] KAGE!!!! ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I miss them. Can’t wait for the promotions.

[+1575, -197] Sakura must be really close with the boys or at least one of them ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Sasuke, maybe?

[+1187, -108] Which devil do I gotta summon and sell my soul to so I can listen to Endure right now

[+447, -321] Why does Sakura have to be involved? It’s a Kage album... Why not let the other members write instead?

‘Idols Weekly’ Kage Episode Highlights 08/05/2008

Hey, guys! KageYah here. The video for part 1 is already up but it hasn’t been subbed yet. For those of you who can’t wait, here are some highlights of the episode. (Spoiler alert?)

It’s Kage’s second time as guests and hosts Hashirama and Tobirama (mostly Hashi) pretend to be emotional because they say the boys have grown up so well and will probably be really chic and cold now after their international success.

To celebrate this momentous occasion, the hosts said they prepared a red carpet only for Kage.

Finally, the boys enter one by one in the studio driving a toy car on the red carpet.

Kiba tumbled off the car towards the end.

Sasuke was blank-faced the whole time and everyone was laughing.

Hashirama tells the editor to pause a few times for Neji’s footage to give viewers a chance to screenshot him on the car while wind blows on his hair.

After introductions were made, Tobirama asked them what has changed with them in the past two years besides being recognized more. Neji said nothing much and that they are the same. “Yeah, we never learn!” Naruto interjected. Hashi beamed at this saying he was gonna make them talk shit.

Sai: “I was specifically instructed by our CEO to ‘stop talking shit.’ … He didn’t like it when I said that he said he asks for malls to close so he can shop and that we have the same dermatologist among other things. He also didn’t like that I talk about peni—” The members had to cover his mouth for this, lol.

Hashi asked if they got themselves significant others in the past 2 years since they all claimed to be single last time. Neji said that it has gotten more difficult for them somehow because they’re so busy. “Speak for yourself!” Kiba said. He and Naruto were howling.

During a beat, Hashi asked Sasuke, “Sasuke-kun, how’s your grandfather?” Sasuke was all ‘what’??? [T/N: I don’t know either?? He asked this the last time, too.]

Naruto told Hashi to ask Sasuke if he has had a girlfriend. Sasuke replied no. Everyone in the room went crazy with this revelation. Sasuke said, “Nor have any of these guys. I don’t know why they’re celebrating.” [T/N: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!]

Sasuke: “I take relationships very seriously, so I won’t start anything with anyone unless I feel something very deeply towards them.”

Tobi: “...Damn, suddenly we can’t make fun of him anymore.” Everyone laughed.

Hashi: “You’ll never get married, Sasuke!!!” Sasuke shrugged comically.

Then it’s time for Dancing at Random, where the boys have to dance to their own songs played on shuffle. Whoever is the least synced with the other members by the end will be hit by a toy hammer in the head. The songs played are: Will of Fire, Beasts, Believe It!, and Illusions.

[T/N: I have to say, Kage is at the point of their career where they really don’t give a shit anymore. In other words, they couldn’t remember most of their choreography.]

Despite not remembering their choreography, Kage is still very much synchronized with their idiocy. Except Naruto, the King of the idiot line. The rest of the members wordlessly conspired to betray Naruto so he had to take the hammer in the end.

“I CAN DO THIS!!!” Naruto said as he bowed his head for the hammer. He looked like he was close to tears. “IT HURTS!!!!!!!!”

Hashi and Tobi felt sorry for him and decided to give them a chance to dance to one more song. The plot twist was that it wasn’t a Kage song--it was ‘Bloom’ by Kunoichi.

Another plot twist: everyone nailed the choreography.

Hashi: “This is… really something, you guys.” Tobi: “Naruto, maybe you should ask to be transferred to Kunoichi instead.”

Naruto: “Maybe I should!! Those girls will never betray me!” Naruto said Sasuke would join him if he transfers to Kunoichi not because they’re friends but because… Naruto never got to finish what he was saying because the camera caught Sasuke glaring challengingly which made everyone laugh.

PREVIEW FOR PART 2: apple game, jumping rope??? Sai shows off painting skills??? Why is everyone yelling and bleating like goats???

lightsaver 6 years ago THANK YOU!!! Sounds like a fun episode!! Will be looking forward to the subs. REPLY

TheConspiracy 6 years ago Kage knows Kunoichi choreography but not their own -- priorites, amirite REPLY

miko 6 years ago ^even Sasuke knew the steps to bloom??? what a time to be alive!!! REPLY

belieeeeeeeve 6 years ago Neji is so beautiful!! Soft and bouncy haaaaaair~~ REPLY

saleholic 6 years ago Kage rarely ever does variety but when they do it’s always a riot jdklajfaklfa REPLY

2009

SASUKE MAKES SOLO DEBUT WITH MV FOR BREATHING FIRE 2009-05-15

Uchiha Sasuke releases a brand new single to mark first solo project.

See Also: Dosu-3 drummer Abumi Zaku breaks both arms in an accident

Fresh from the success of his group’s Roots Project and rap subunit SN, with member Uzumaki Naruto, the Kage rapper who is known for the dexterity of his words and dry wit, ditches radio-ready pop for a more experimental raw rock-funk-hip-hop hybrid in his solo debut album “Revolution.”

“Breathing Fire” is about a man’s obsessive pursuit for power that it ends up burning him. The music video is a single take of the camera zooming out to show an empire slowly burning to dust, providing a stunning supplement to an already captivating track.

The release of this single also kicks off a series of shows that Sasuke will be doing around Fire Country and abroad. Tour dates to be announced soon so keep an eye out for them.

In addition to “Breathing Fire,” Sasuke is also set to release a music video tomorrow for “Heavenly Hand” which features a vocal line from Kunoichi member Haruno Sakura who is also busy preparing for her own full-length solo album tentatively set to be released later this year.

Until then, check out the MV for “Breathing Fire” below, and be sure to stick around for more updates on your favorite artists and idols.

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Source: KG Entertainment

All visual and audio media courtesy of KG Entertainment

Tags: Uchiha Sasuke, KAGE, Haruno Sakura, Revolution, Breathing Fire

usurat0nkach1 5 years ago WHAT AN AMAZING VIDEO!!!!! I consider it as art XD Hoe-kages are so proud of you sasu-chan!! REPLY

GirlType 5 years ago A Sakura feature!!! She seems to be working a lot with them huh. I’m glad she’ll be getting to do her own stuff..but knowing KG it’s probs gonna get delayed til next year. REPLY

TiraMisu 5 years ago this is so different from what he usually does in his group. makes me excited for what his solo album sounds like as a whole. REPLY

[4K] 090723 Sakura and Sasuke talk @ REVOLUTION Concert (+ENG SUB) 931,187 views

doraemin2 Published on July 25, 2009

Revolution concert held at Konoha Stadium Fancam by lala

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Here’s the transcript/translation. Enjoy!

Sasuke: Thank you. Sakura: Thank you, thank you. Ss: Introduce me to the audience. Sk: Everyone, this is Sasuke-kun. Please show him some love! Audience: (cheer) Ss: Thanks. Sk: Sasuke-kun! Ss: Yes. Sk: Do you remember this stage? Ss: Hmm… Sk: You don’t? Ss: Remind me. Sk: We did our first collab stage here. Don’t you remember? Ss: Is that so? Sk: We covered New Paths at the KGE concert! Sasuke-kun! Ss: Hmm… Sk: Gosh, I guess it was too boring that’s why you forgot… Ss: I’m kidding. Of course I remember. Audience: (laugh) Ss: I enjoyed it. Sk: Ah, I’m glad. Audience: (scream) Sk: Wow, this audience is so lively! And there’s so many of you! I’ve never performed in front of this many people. Ss: You’ll get used to it in no time. Sk: You would know, right? Ss: No, it’s my first time as a solo act, too. Sk: Really? You’re amazing. I mean— (inaudible) Audience: (scream) Ss: Not me, the audience. Sk: Both of you, then. Ss: You, too. Audience: (scream) Sk: Um, what else should we talk about... Ss: I should do the hosting since this is my show but it’s a skill I have yet to acquire. But you’re good at this, right? Sk: Well, I— What should I say? Ss: Just treat it as if it were your own. Sk: ‘What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine’ kind of deal… Ss: Aa. Audience: (screams) Sk: Everyone, what songs do you want to hear? Audience: (screams) Ss: Well, then. Since Sakura’s here, can we request one more song? Sk: I would love to. Audience: (screams) Ss: What song should we do? Sk: How about we do a Kage song? Ss: Which one? Sk: I can sing anything. I can do Naruto’s parts. Ss: Don’t. Sk: (laughs) Audience: (screams) Ss: Let’s just play one randomly. Sk: Yes! Let’s do it! REPLY 968

tuktuk · 5 years ago both of them…. LEGENDS. both got PAK in their own groups and now as soloists. talented…beautiful….amazing…singers…songwriters….that’s what fans need..=)) name a better duo ill wait..lol REPLY 290

iHartu · 8 months ago THE SEXUAL TENSION IS OFF THE CHARTS!!!!! REPLY 32

Eloise Mercy · 5 years ago both of them are my fave <3 your fancams are the best. thank you for your hardwork. REPLY 156

Adrienne · 3 years ago 1:56 Sasuke making a joke???? 3:47 ARE THEY REALLY FLIRTING OMG !!!!! 4:16 the proposal!??! Oh gosh these two are so cute i can’t REPLY 85

Woe Is You · 5 years ago HOW CAN A GUY BE SO AWKWARD YET SO SMOOTH AT HTE SAME TIMe?>.. gosh i can’t stop smiling.. REPLY 59

9:40 pm - 10/13/2009 JUST A QUICK BLIND ITEMS POST!!!

Top girl group member and rookie actress A is getting some criticism on her acting, with some fans attributing the drama’s failure to her lackluster performance. In addition, viewers are criticizing the circumstances of her debut, noting that while her other members trained for 4 years on average, her training period did not even exceed one year, which led fans to speculate that she was only able to debut due to her connections in her company.

Super boy group member B is rumored to be dating Top girl group member C. Since both are from the same company, their activities have overlapped in addition to having collaborations, leading to developments between the two. Reservations on making this relationship public stem from company pressure, and from B being very high profile, and C, despite being well-loved, is divisive and draws a lot of ire from the public, which could only worsen should the relationship become public.

There’s been a lot of controversy surrounding large company CEO D for trying to recruit already-established stars from other companies, even going as far as extortion.

Tags: blind item

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2010

[MV] Sakura _ Silently, Strongly (Feat. Sasuke) 58,381,034 views

KG Entertainment Published on March 27, 2010

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KitKat · 4 years ago The short hair suits her so well!! Looks pure REPLY 988

yangming · 4 years ago what an amazing collab! i’m gonna be looking forward to sakura’s solo stuff from now on <3 REPLY 875

Light L · 1 month ago WHO’S WATCHING THIS IN 2014 REPLY 32

Rawrr · 4 years ago Is it me or do thier voices blend well togetrer.? I think they can be a cutie couple XD REPLY 532

[INTERVIEW] 100923 KoKo Magazine: Sakura Throughout

We catch up with Haruno Sakura on her journey as an artist, and beyond.

Q: It’s very difficult to get an interview with you. We wanted to know more about you. Sakura: I like doing interviews but I don’t get that many opportunities to do them. Maybe it’s because my company thinks I thrive in easy-consumption type of media. (laughs)

Q: But you’ve been all around this year and prior. You released your first solo album, you’ve been featured in a few tracks by different artists, and you’ve gotten songwriting credit for a Kage track. What was that like? S: It was a mixture of tenacity and luck. Before debuting, I was insistent that I wanted to write or at least contribute to writing our own material, to the point where I think I annoyed our company. Our CEO said they would only agree if I made a song that they determined would be a hit. So I wrote and wrote every single day, two track ideas at least. Luckily, I got a few songs in and they allowed me. But then I’m left with a heap of material just waiting to be worked on, and counting! It was really just luck that I went to the KG Studios when Kage were throwing ideas around for their comeback. Naruto asked me—maybe as a joke, now that I think about it—if I had anything lying around, and I said I did. I’m just glad they liked it enough to work with it and took a risk even if it sounded different from what they did. That became a starting point where our company decided to take a chance and make me release my own album.

Q: Your album Love Throughout had really good reviews. What did you think about that? Were you expecting it? S: Not at all! I still couldn’t even believe that it exists sometimes, and that I was allowed to do it. I’m really thankful of the warm reception. It makes me want to work harder and better. I hope they’ll let me do it again.

Q: Your collaborations with Kage’s Uchiha Sasuke were also well-received. S: I was honored that Sasuke-kun asked me because ‘Heavenly Hand’ was a lovely song. He was nice enough to return the favor with ‘Silently, Strongly’ on my album. Next time, I’ll be the one to return the favor, and then this exchange will go on forever. Hopefully the fans won’t get tired. (laughs)

Q: What do you wish to do next? S: I would really like to try my hand at producing. I’m currently taking a few courses in music theory and production at KUA (Konoha University of the Arts) because I want to take this seriously. I’m not actually producing anything at the moment but I’ll be ready when it comes. (laughs) If it doesn’t, well, I’m having fun learning, at least.

Q: You seem to be a very disciplined person to manage studies in between activities. In what other ways are you strict towards yourself? S: In many aspects. As a public figure, I’m obligated to maintain an image so I watch my weight and take care of my hair and skin and all that. I’m most strict towards myself with making music. My pre-debut habit of making two song ideas before the day ends has carried on to this day. I have set high standards for myself. I’m pretty sure I have put off some people with how intense I am. (laughs) But I think of being here as a gift and that it’s my duty to work hard to show that I am grateful and worthy of it in return.

Q: Lastly, this question begs to be asked: any news on Kunoichi comeback? S: At the moment, we’re all very busy doing individual activities. I have promotional activities and school at the moment. Ino is working on her own solo album to be released next year which I’m looking forward to. Sprinting Sisters variety show has gotten even funnier since TenTen joined as a member. Hinata’s doing her drama. I still keep in touch with them, especially Ino, and they’re all really pleased with their accomplishments, as I am. We are all looking forward to come back as a group in the near future but in the meantime, we hope Kuchis will support us in our individual endeavors.

Source: KoKo Magazine

Flower Power Wow, she’s out of the KG dungeon for once. She doesn’t get enough interviews? That’s bullshit. She seems very smart and well-spoken. Like · Reply

Girly Tam Lovely, one of a kind gal...please come to Kumo.. Like · Reply

Koneko Nori I’ll never get tired of Sasuke/Sakura collabs!! Please keep them coming. Like · Reply

Kim Ame Thanks for sharing this!! Keep working hard Sakura-chan! We’ll support you! <3 Love, Kuchi Like · Reply

Azumi Kiyo It would be ridiculous of KG to not allow her to have another solo given the success of this one. But it seems she’s not confident of it happening again, which is too bad. Like · Reply

Hana Hime Probably an unpopular opinion, but I prefer Sakura solo than Kunoichi XD Like · Reply

DanDan Soi @Hana Hime no, i feel the same. Like · Reply

Uehara Yu love you.. Like · Reply

2011

Tsunade Talks About Experience Working with Sakura Thursday, 2011 May 20

In a recent interview with local news outlet K-Daily, Tsunade discussed her thoughts and feelings about working with Haruno Sakura (Kunoichi) on her much awaited comeback album after a 5-year hiatus following the death of her husband, Kato Dan.

See also: SuMu Siblings Wrap Up Music Video Shoot in Wind Country

When asked, “Is there a reason you decided to work with Sakura of all the more experienced producers?” the legendary singer commented, “I only met her personally last year but her career has been one of the few that I’ve truly followed and anticipated. When we met, she mentioned that she’s trying to branch out into producing so I invited her to work on my album, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

Tsunade also adds, “She is very comfortable to work with, and it didn’t feel like she was a beginner at all. She has a clear vision of what she wants, and puts her heart into achieving it.”

Even before her comeback, Tsunade’s first single, “Rebirth” got a lot of attention for being written by Kage’s Uchiha Sasuke and composed by Sakura herself. Regarding this, Tsunade reveals she initially didn’t know about the song’s origin when it was brought to the studio.

“I had no idea it was Uchiha’s track and only found out about the fact while working with Sakura. I told her I wanted to have a song that commands and has a lot of energy, the kind that makes you think, ‘Oh! The baddest bitch is back.’ Then when we returned to the studio the next day, she looked like she pulled an all-nighter, but she had the perfect song for me,” Tsunade reveals.

Tsunade says she has yet to meet Sasuke in person, “We haven’t met but the recordings would go back and forth, and he would give notes through Sakura on the kind of feeling that would go with so and so part.”

With the success of ‘Rebirth,’ Tsunade hopes to collaborate again with Sakura and Sasuke in the future.

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schwifty · 3 years ago rebirth was by sasuke?? i knew it had his style the moment i listened to it i felt it lol :P +5 | -0

KawaiiFemalePunk · 3 years ago Tsunade, “The baddest bitch is here.” OMG! Excited for this comeback~ +4 | -1

nuuie · 3 years ago sasuke and sakura pulling aan allnighter??? this is only fueling the dating rumors omg!! p.s. plz do more collabs!! +5 | -3

Anonymous · 1 year ago who the hell does sasuke think he is not coming to meet tsunade in person when she's like 20 years older than him ㅋㅋ you can smell his rotten personality from here. sakura jjang don't hang out w/ trash like him too much~ +1 | -8

FULL INTERVIEW: SASUKE TALKS CREATIVE PROCESS, FEATURES, BEING COMPARED WITH ITACHI + MORE 2011-11-14

Kage member Uchiha Sasuke is this month’s cover artist for K-D magazine. The editor sat down during the photoshoot for an in-depth interview. Check out the translation below.

Q: You look pretty tired even though it’s still morning. Is the photoshoot too early for you? Sasuke: No, it’s fine. I’m just a bit jet-lagged is all.

Q: This photoshoot is highlighting a different side of you—a softer, more natural concept than the ones we normally see you in. Does looking like an idol make you feel uncomfortable? S: No—well, I am an idol. This is the path I have chosen so I should be able to get past any sort of discomfort I would feel on my own. Also, I was told fans seem to enjoy this kind of thing.

Q: Tsunade’s ‘Rebirth’ which was released this year got a lot of positive feedback. What did you think about it, as the one who wrote it? S: It did? That’s great. Tsunade’s distinctive voice has been something that I regarded highly as I was growing up. The song wouldn’t have worked as well had it been sung by anyone else, in my opinion. It’s an honor to have my song sung by her.

Q: You said, “It did?” as though you don’t pay attention to charts. S: I don’t. Not about stuff I did myself at least. Or rather, when I was told that Tsunade liked it, and when I heard the results and was satisfied with it, then that’s all that matters. Not that it’s surprising that it did well; this is Tsunade after all.

Q: That was a cool thing to say... S: Anyway.

Q: You’ve always written your own stuff, and now, aside from collaborations, you’ve started writing songs for other people. How do you know which songs to give away, which songs to use for Kage, and which ones for your solos? S: They aren’t premeditated decisions. When I work on a project, I work with the mindset that I have at that moment so the output would come organically. Although, when I work with Kage, the decisions would be informed by the opinions of the members and mass appeal. When I’m on my own, as I said, I’m less concerned about whether it would chart or not, and more about releasing content that currently speaks to me, or that I’m curious about. There would always be ideas and tracks that wouldn’t work so they’d be put in the back burner until an opportunity arises, which was the case with ‘Rebirth.’ And then there would be songs that would never see the light of day—the ones I keep for myself or for certain people.

Q: Like a significant other? S: Sure.

Q: The last two years have been very eventful for you especially as a solo artist. I heard that not only did you produce your album, but you also participated in its visual concept and direction. What prompted that decision and what was it like? S: It seemed like a natural course of things since I wanted the album to show facets of myself I haven’t shown before. Up until then, we’ve been making decisions as a group and we’ve always trusted Neji’s aesthetic sensibilities in terms of the direction of our visual concepts. It was just something I wanted to try on my own. In working solo, I wasn’t so much worried about looking cool as I was about showing visuals that would effectively complement the tracks. It was like problem solving so I thought it was enjoyable.

Q: Also in the last two years, you have been a featured artist in various tracks from a whole range of artists—there’s ‘Retrieve’ with Shino A; and then there’s ‘Silently, Strongly’ with Sakura with whom you also collaborated on Tsunade’s ‘Rebirth;’ and then if you consider your subunit with Naruto— S: I don’t.

Q: Oh, alright. And then you’re also set to feature on a track on Troublesome’s new album. My question is, is there a reason you do all these features? S: You say it as if I have done so many, but it’s not nearly as much as the featuring offers I’ve gotten. I’m rather selective on which tracks I feature in. I would always consider if I can really be of help to make the song better, if my current mindset matches the tone of the song, and also if I can offer and learn something different from this collaboration. It must be a give-and-take, in my understanding. Shino has an interesting turn of phrase in his lyrics; Troublesome has a unique eclectic sound; Tsunade, I’ve already mentioned; and Sakura is incredibly talented and I’d be a complete idiot if I said no to her. It’s burdensome to turn people down but I’d rather be thorough than half-ass these things.

Q: You’re very particular about where you lend your talents to that’s why it always yields good results. Now I understand why people consider you a top idol rapper. Who do you think is your current competition? S: Naruto told me that if I were to encounter a question like this, I should answer his name. So my answer is no comment.

Q: Are you at all competitive? S: With rapping, not anymore. There’s a prejudice against idol rappers that they’re somehow less legitimate than those in the underground scene, so they’re upheld to a different standard anyway. It’s futile to compete. Frankly, I’m not interested in it. As it is now, rapping is just a means to an end for me. I’m more concerned about making good music that reflects who I am, what I care about.

Q: Ever since you debuted, you have been compared with your brother Itachi of Akatsuki. What is your opinion on this? S: I knew it would be inevitable from the start even if I tried to distance myself and debuted in a different company. The admiration I feel for my brother even from before he debuted remains, so I’m not resentful at all. But I think our directions are different. Itachi has surpassed being a musician to being an icon. His influence extends to fashion, lifestyle, art, business, and such. I’m just trying to make good music. I’m flattered by the comparison but I would prefer to be viewed in a different light.

Q: Lastly, any hopes for the next 2-3 years? S: Be more courageous.

Source: K-D

Tags: Uchiha Sasuke, KAGE

susan00 3 years ago Thanks for translating and sharing !! I got a copy of this issue on Konoha Airport but I haven’t read ;; Thanx so much !! ^^ REPLY

eyelids 3 years ago “Q: Like a significant other? S: Sure.” DID HE JUST??? ADMIT HE HAS A S/O???? REPLY

yacchaU 3 years ago ^maybe he was being sarcastic? I can never really tell with his tone….. REPLY

Fantasy 3 years ago I love how he doesn’t give a shit. REPLY

ROOT_BABY 3 years ago when he said he can’t say no to sakura,, XD REPLY

mandrake 3 years ago ^MAN SHUT THE FUCK UP REPLY

2012

KG Entertainment CEO Danzo laughs off Sasuke and Sakura dating rumors. 2012-02-15

Photos recently surfaced on various social media sites of what appears to be Uchiha Sasuke (Kage) and Haruno Sakura (Kunoichi) in a grocery mart, in an attempt to spark up dating rumors.

Despite the fact that these dating rumors would usually fizzle out after a few days, KG was quick to dismiss them with an incredulous scoff. CEO Shimura Danzo himself spoke to various news outlets: “It’s utterly ridiculous. The reports are merely unfounded rumors.”

A representative from the company spoke of the photos, “Kage went to Wave Country last year for a world tour and Sakura was a guest performer at the time. They had a free day and decided to go out as a group, including PD’s and managers. ” They added, “Our company prides itself in having talents that treat each other as they would their families and friends. Rumors like this would only hurt that.”

[+876, -681] Can’t these people go out without having everyone all up in their business? Gosh, let them be.

[+765, -469] KG was quick to dismiss the rumors. A little too quick if you ask me… ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[+519, -145] He seems to treat her like a younger sister. I doubt this is romantic. It’s probably weird for them to date within the company.

[+202, -347] Whatever, I still think they’d be cute together.

[+194, -431] Great! Now when is he gonna confirm NaruSasu ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[ARTICLE] What does KG mean to Sasuke?

“We’re a family… is what I’m supposed to say contractually. In reality, it’s just a workplace.”

SOURCE: KonohaAll via punnie

[+619, -13] I know Sasuke’s joking but it felt refreshing to me as a fan ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[+534, -19] Even if he was joking, you know what they say, jokes are half-meant

[+268, -8] I wonder if Sasuke being petty like this has anything to do with Danzo not letting him and Sakura date by dismissing those rumors immediately ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[+153, -3] KGE used to be nurturing with their artists but it became all business once Danzo became CEO

[+42, -5] Hul… Then just leave the company if you think it’s such a chore ㅋㅋㅋ not like you need the money since you already have your trustfund

Are Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke dating? August 21, 2012

Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke are longtime friends and songwriting partners, but could their relationship be blooming into something more?

Fans are determined to prove it.

KG representatives have previously denied the existence of this relationship which seemed to quiet the rumors down for a while, but they were sparked anew after Haruno Sakura uploaded a photo on her Instagram. The photo is taken in a park and featured a blurry man’s pair of legs. Seems innocuous, right? It could be anyone!

However, a few minutes later, Uchiha Sasuke uploaded a photo that looks like it was taken on the same park. Fans kept noting the similar bench, light posts, and trashcan, and deduced that they must be together. Some more meticulous fans even went as far as zooming in on one of the trashcans to reveal what was supposedly the reflection of two people who are believed to be Sasuke and Sakura. Almost immediately, Sasuke removed the picture which only added more fuel to the fire.

Back in March, Uchiha Sasuke discussed being in the middle of relationship rumors in an episode of Video Star: “There are pros and cons to admitting. Because I’m a celebrity, being in a relationship with me would potentially do more harm than good. Although the public has a right to know whether or not I’m dating someone, I have no obligation to disclose anything.”

So it looks like we won’t be able to have any kind of confirmation (affirmative or negative) anytime soon.

“There’s nothing to confirm because there’s nothing going on. If that blurry blob of whatever really was them, then so what? They could be just hanging out. It’s not impossible for a man and a woman to just be friends/workmates,” reasoned one K-netizen.

On the other camp, fans are going wild.

“ok am i thE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS THIS TO BE TRUE?!?!?!! i’ve seen their stages and i think they’d be a cute couple!!!! #confirmthisrelationship #please,” another K-netizen exclaimed.

More evidence? Back in 2011, when Sakura collapsed after Kunoichi’s concert in Konoha Arena, Kage were in the middle of promotional activities in Earth Country, but the day after, Sasuke (and Naruto) were already back in Konoha. Some people even claim spotting Sasuke bringing a pillow to Konoha General Hospital where Sakura was confined. In addition, recently Sakura has been spotted visiting the Leaf Gallery where Uchiha Mikoto (Sasuke’s mother) is a director. The two seem to be very friendly based on the photos Mikoto posted on her Instagram page.

But for all we know, this could all be just a huge coincidence and that they really are just friends.

What do you guys think?

lililala · August 21, 2012 I think people need to mind their own damn business.

TeaTime · August 21, 2012 obviously, the real reason as to why he took the post down is because it messes up his ig feed aesthetic.

Lee_Ann > TeaTime · August 21, 2012 lol tru!!

GumGum3x · August 21, 2012 This rumor has gone on for too long for it to not be true. But yeah, we need to leave them alone and let them confirm it if they ever decide to.

fabcat94 · August 21, 2012 WHAT NOOOOO!!!! SASUKE X NARUTO FOREVERR

avvkvvard · August 21, 2012 He wouldn’t have deleted it if it didn’t mean anything

FrannyZ · August 21, 2012 Still praying this is true tbh~

2013

REVIEW: Sakura’s Courage braves into more adventurous sounds, more intimate songwriting angles 31-Mar-2013

Up to this point, the Konoha pop scene has often been disregarded for producing fluff pieces that would always shy away from hard-cutting themes. Sakura’s appropriately titled sophomore offering Courage is a bold example of stepping up to the challenge by baring her doubts and vulnerabilities, and finding comfort in the person underneath it all. With the sonically diverse musical styles experimenting with folk, electronica, R&B, and classical music, Courage’s sound echoes the complexity of the artist within Sakura.

When Sakura softly sings, “Women have to be strong in order to survive,” on the title track Courage, even with a distinctive, almost tremulously emotive voice, it was no soft declaration, and it sets the tone for the rest of the album.

Having debuted as one-fourth of Kunoichi, KG Entertainment’s first girl group fresh after the overwhelming international success of its flagship group Kage, she has been thoroughly judged by the public through a microscope since she was 19. In the years following their debut, she was often mocked for her appearance and presentation, and their group’s success was often questioned as only riding on the coattails of the boy group before them. Moreover, she is involved in an ongoing “dating scandal” with a member of said boy group.

This preface is a necessary evil because as we now arrive with Courage, we recognize that Sakura’s declaration is no small feat. Sakura addresses the frankly, oddly obsessive level of hatred directed at her in the tongue-in-cheek and drone-like, “And all I do is cry, and all I do is cry, and all I do is cry” hook of Useless repeated ad nauseam, sandwiched in between verses that are a litany of her supposed faults. In addition, the chill-inducing restraint as she sings in a silky voice, “Smile to ease out of a situation / Even if it’s fake,” in Fake Smiles gives the audience a glimpse of what’s underneath the glitter and glamour of the star: a human, working through the anger and hurt all the while having to appear pristine and perfect.

Maturity is certainly a theme in Courage, and in the time between this and Sakura’s debut solo album Love Throughout, she has undergone relationship rumors and scandals. The veracity of these rumors notwithstanding, heartache can be found in Courage, specifically with the songs 181 and Maybe Next Time, about distance and pining. Softly sung with Sakura’s gentle and emotive voice, like a secret—they’re infinitely intriguing.

With Courage, Sakura isn’t afraid to show moments of self-doubt, insecurity, and loneliness. An album like this proves the importance to have musicians explore deeply into themselves and express themselves in compelling ways, to show the humanity underneath all the glossy production, and gorgeous visuals.

8.9/10

Watch: Sakura talks pre-debut + shares songwriting and life advice with a lucky fan

On the June 25 webisode of “The Road of Life,” Haruno Sakura visited a fan who has a dream of becoming a singer-songwriter.

See also: Shino A.’s much buzzed-about collab with indie band Troublesome already in the works

The episode began showing the daily routine of Moegi Kazamatsuri, the fan. Sakura surprised her with a basket of goodies that she handpicked herself, moving Moegi to tears.

Once she had calmed down with Sakura’s words, the two quickly became comfortable with each other, with Moegi saying that she’s usually shy around new people but she felt immediately at ease with Sakura. Moegi began to explain the inferiority complex she feels and how hard it is to break into the industry. “It’s like no matter how much I try to raise myself up, there’s always going to be another wall that I need to overcome,” Moegi said. “At the moment, that wall is the feeling of never having anything good or important to say. People who want to get in the industry all have unique voices and stories to tell. But I don’t even know what I’m trying to be, let alone who I am.”

Hearing Moegi’s words, Sakura empathized because she said she has felt that way at some point, and that she still does every now and then. She began to talk about the rejections she had faced before she was finally signed as a trainee. “I can’t even count how many companies I have tried to audition for,” she laughed. “It was definitely a lot for a 12-year-old. I kept wondering if there was something wrong with me, if maybe people who make it innately have something, and that perhaps I’ll never have it—whatever it is.”

Sakura added, “But performing and writing was something that I have always enjoyed. My mom says I’ve been making up songs ever since I learned how to speak. Being able to express my thoughts is a good release for me. I’m sure you know that feeling.” Moegi agreed.

“As for them being good or important, those standards are too ambiguous and arbitrary. You can never please everybody, so you might as well just do what you think is you—your thoughts, your experiences. You are the only one in the world who is you, so that alone makes you and whatever you say important. I think if there’s at least one person out there who listens and finds something compelling in what I do, then that’s how I know I’ve chosen the right path,” Sakura said.

The conversation took on a lighter note when Moegi started to ask Sakura about her creative process and how she finds inspiration. “I do try to write from experiences, although not in a literal sense,” Sakura explained. “I wrote about “Tearfully pleading in the middle of the night/ Don’t go” in my previous album, but I have never really experienced that when I wrote it. It was more about my hopes at that time. Not that I hope to tearfully plead to someone! (laughs) I mean, I guess I hoped to feel that kind of all-encompassing love towards someone.

“So while Love Throughout was about my hopes, I tried to be as genuine as I can in Courage. The songs here really are my own experiences and thoughts. I tried to be personal and vulnerable in this album, and then tried to find strength in that vulnerability. I think that’s what I was going for,” Sakura added.

This revelation prompted Moegi to ask if the story behind Sakura’s hit ballad “Maybe Next Time” from her latest album really happened to her. “Were you really in mutual pining with someone?” To this, Sakura blushed, “I guess I dug my own grave here! (laughs) It was a situation where we weren’t in the position to pursue anything even if we both wanted to, not at the moment at least.”

As the night ended, Sakura posed for a photo with Moegi before walking her home. The two shared a big warm hug before saying goodbye.

Watch the full webisode here: [LINK]

Hansum · 226 posts Posted 28 June 2013 - 4:08 AM just from the text, it seemed like a deep and insightful conversation especially from an idol. I love what she said about being good and important, speaks a lot abt her as a person :’>

nyaachu · 8,045 posts Posted 28 June 2013 - 4:10 AM (Edited by nyaachu 28 June 2013 - 4:29 AM) Sakura is Amazing. An Angel. Nation’s First Love. EDIT: who’s willing to bet she was talking about Sasuke in the end

uranusas · 156 posts Posted 28 June 2013 - 4:08 AM i always wonder how real is the road of life ? i mean how she can act surprised and not notice when she can see the camera all around the room . seems scripted ..

RockLeeLuvr29 · 3,101 posts Posted 28 June 2013 - 7:59 AM She’s so wise&mature,for someone her age.Hope that fan had a lot of fun w/ her ^^ @nyaachu, u think??

2014

Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura Caught Up in Dating Rumors Once Again + Affiliates Respond

Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura are caught up in dating rumors once again, and sources close to the two idols finally respond.

On an online community, one exchange student reported that Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura were spotted together in Snow Country. Haruno Sakura was there from February 9 to 12, while Uchiha Sasuke was seen on February 13. Some outlets reported seeing the two together in Kazahana, before returning to Konoha separately with a three-day gap between their flights.

On February 20, Haruno Sakura’s affiliates stated, “Haruno Sakura had promotional activities for the movie ‘The Strong 100’, where she is set to appear in. The schedule was tight and it would have been impossible to meet with Uchiha Sasuke. The two are not dating.”

Uchiha Sasuke’s camp also denied the rumors stating, “Mr. Uchiha went to Snow Country for a project, not to meet Ms. Haruno.”

This is not the first time that dating rumors about Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura have surfaced. However, while rumors in the past have been denied by their label KGE, this is the first time that sources from the two idols have outright denied it.

Source: (1) (2) (3)

theorem 1 month ago Well, there goes the dating rumors. I don’t think Sakura’s people would cover it up but they really outright denied it this time. REPLY

BINGOOO 1 month ago a project?? could it be *wedding bells* they only said they’re not dating because what if they’re actually already engaged lol XD i can dream right oTL REPLY

DoritoLocoLover 1 month ago Keep denying it and date in peace. REPLY

Mind-Blown 1 month ago maybe they really were dating all this time but then they broke up in Snow that’s why they announced that they weren’t dating anymore TT.TT REPLY

bitter_queen 1 month ago god, leave them alone. they should start suing whoever starts these rumors. REPLY

Pessimiss 1 month ago Still hoping it’s true… Silently and strongly… REPLY

BREAKING: UCHIHA SASUKE AND HARUNO SAKURA TO GET MARRIED LATER THIS YEAR

March 30, 2014

The two debuted as members of groups Kage and Kunoichi under KG Entertainment and have since gone on to work as solo artists.

Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura are to be married on November 5 later this year according to the statement released by their agency.

Below is the full translated statement:

“Greetings! This is KG Entertainment. We would like to extend our gratitude to the fans who have shown a lot of love for our own Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura. Moreover, we would like to ask for everyone’s understanding as we announce the news of their engagement. They will be having a wedding on the 5th of November this year and it will be a private affair between two families and some of the couple’s closest friends. The best gift we can offer the new couple in their upcoming union is to respect their wishes. As always, thank you for your understanding.”

The engagement has been a huge trending topic since it was announced yesterday. The two have since left messages on their respective fan pages.

Sakura writes: “I have known Sasuke-kun since we were young and even as trainees, I’ve carried such deep respect and admiration for him. It was a huge honor to grow alongside him, not only as a colleague but also as a friend after all these years, and it makes me look forward to spending the future together with him. As nervous as I am at the moment, I still hope your support and love for me up until now will extend to my soon-to-be husband—I still can’t get over the thrill of saying this—as well. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Sasuke writes: “The last five years have been the most tumultuous of my life, but Sakura has been there to ground me, as she always has. I have been wanting to speak about our relationship earlier but out of courtesy to Sakura and her family, I had to proceed with caution. It’s not just about me anymore, and there’s no one else I’d want to continue this journey with other than Sakura. With this news being made public, I trust everyone’s understanding and support, if not for me then for my future wife. Thank you.”

Twitter went wild with the news, making #SasuSakuCouple trend worldwide with happy reactions about the engagement.

Check out some of the best responses about the pair’s upcoming nuptials. Congratulations, Sasuke and Sakura!

Kimmy @gh0ulfriend When you expected a dating confirmation but you got a wedding confirmation #sasusakucouple 6:38 AM - March 30, 2014

cool anna @mrsucuzinu me: *logs into twitter* news: uchiha sasuke and haruno sakura are getting married me: *dies* 7:23 AM - March 30, 2014

Bad Little Girl @byungie I can’t believe Sasusaku invented Marriage and ended all idol couples :)))) 7:23 AM - March 30, 2014

sparrow @lyring THEY DENIED THEY WERE DATING LAST MONTH CUZ THEY TECHNICALLY WEREN’T DATING ANYMORE THEY WERE ALREADY ENGAGED DON’T TOUCH ME!!!!1 UNFOLLOW ME NOw!!11 7:44 AM - March 30, 2014

hayzzze @takataka I don’t even think i’m gonna be this excited for my own engagement 8:05 AM - March 30, 2014

kage_facts @KAGEFACTSS WE’RE ALL GETTING MARRIED!!!!! 8:12 AM - March 30, 2014

END

#fic poop #WHATEVER!!!!!!#sasusaku #ssfanfiction #kpop au

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LGBTQIA Education

The year is 2018 and we’re in a brave new world that in many ways still feels like the dark ages. (We have a president of the US that actively objectifies women and pokes fun at people living with disabilities and in the UK, we have Brexit and that pretty much speaks for itself really). Us millennial's are called ‘snow flakes’ when we stand up for equality or speak out about the scary world around us. Many of those shouting at us, missing what is happening in our world today…

In August of this year, 2018, a 9-year-old child in Colorado, USA committed suicide after being bullied because he was gay. A 9-year-old child.

In October of this year, Paris faced a spate of homophobic attacks. There were several attacks in the French capital were LGBTQIA identifying people were maliciously attacked.

In June 2016, 2 years ago, a gay night club in Florida, USA there was a shooting. A hate crime that killed 49 innocent people.

These are just a little of a very long list of the homophobic/transphobic hate crimes that have happened around the world recently.

In the past week the Scottish Government announced that they will introduce LGBTI education to the Scottish school curriculum (becoming the first country to do so). And for me personally the news is joyous. Even as I write this I feel emotional on a lot of levels; I feel proud, relief and confusion but not disbelief that it’s taken us this long to do so.

However, this week I also seen an article from the newspaper the Scotsman. It asked do you think LGBTI education should be embedded in the Scottish school curriculum? The results sway mostly to Yes with No not far behind. But I am deeply saddened (although not surprised) that this is even up for debate and was published by a newspaper with a big following.

Call me a snow flake millennial but I have a lot to express and a lot of anger and feelings to bring up on this and to those who doubt its importance and say no.

I’ve already shared my own story in my social media this week; I was brought up in a catholic household and sent to a catholic school from the age of 4-16, and my parents accepted my coming out with open arms and love, but I’m also very lucky. Catholic education was a very confusing time for me in my teens. When I was 15 in 2011/12 (not that long ago) I was told by my Religious Education teacher that I could be gay, but I couldn’t act upon it. That if I did, I was a product of sin and would go to hell. My being gay wasn’t wrong but my actions with men would be. When I was 16, I moved to a non-denominational school, there was LGBT+ posters, rainbow pride flags in classrooms, I was encouraged to bring my boyfriend to my prom, I was valid. And I was lucky.

Not every LGBT+ child is this lucky and doesn’t often find this support and outlet.

I can’t urge you to understand enough how important it is for this education to be brought forward and these conversations to be had and dictated in a positive manner. For some it’s a matter of life/death.

Even as I type this now my chest feels tight when I think about how much this education would have meant to me when I was 15 years old…

Coming out was one of the most terrifying things I have ever done. And the thing about it is, it’s in a lot of ways quite an unfair process. Typically speaking identifying as and being straight and cis-gendered there is no massive and difficult conversation that can lead to a loss of family, friends, colleagues and peers because of who you may fall in love with or the person you are. There’s no debate of whether you don’t know if you really are straight because have you tried a homosexual interaction? Or you are too young to know that etc. You fit into society’s ‘normal’ and therefore life is a little bit easier for you in that perspective.

But this is what this education is about; raising LGBTI awareness and allowing it to be part of the new ‘normal’. Fighting the stigma and making the acceptance easier for the upcoming generations. Coming out alone is terrifying; but there’s also a lot of other terrifying things that come along with being an LGBTI person.

What it’s also about is allowing children to feel safe in a school environment. Many kids at home may not have this education, support and love – and they spend most of their time at school. So, if their peers and the adults around them are dictating this open conversation in a positive manner it allows for growth of acceptance and love in our growing society.

When this education takes place, it may allow future LGBTI children to not go on such a dangerous and potentially harmful journey of self-discovery to find out who they are in already confusing time of their lives.

When I was 15 and in school and I was told that my being gay was essentially wrong by an adult of power and with other impressionable children in the classroom it sent me on a dark spiral downwards. Questioning why I was ‘made in this way’, I wondered what was wrong with me, whether I could be fixed, why I didn’t fit in or act like other boys did. Why did I have to be different?

And I thank the universe for my change in education and my amazing friends and family but as I have said before not every LGBTI child this lucky.

Yes, it’s 2018 and we have had changes in our times and acceptance, but the fight is far from over.

And if you are doubting this move by the Scottish government or you need more information the internet is a big place and not hard to learn more about LGBTQIA rights, people and stories.

I still face daily ignorance from adults of all walks of life who claim to be an ally of LGBTQIA lives and rights;

· Using the word gay as insult

· Poking fun at any activities I may do that can be deemed hetero-normative (simple things like choosing to drink a pint of beer – “do you want something more fruity?”)

· Forever being told by straight men “You’re actually ok for a gay guy”

This is a very small list of a large ignorant things that happen to myself and many others daily. It may seem funny at the time but this all part of the problem that can make people feel down for their differences rather than celebrating it. Jokes aren’t ok at someone else expense and because you have someone in your life who identifies as LGBTQIA – that doesn’t allow you the right to be part of the problem and automatically an ally.

My very long winded and genuinely heartfelt point is, we have come so far and we have done so well but we have to do better and this introduction of LGBTQIA education is a step in a long but positive direction to kill out the end of hate, ignorance, self-loathing, suicide, bullying and murder that still happens today.

#LGBTQIA #lgbti #education #scotland

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via Politics – FiveThirtyEight

The government shutdown appears to be over. It will have lasted less than one full weekday. Congressional Republicans and President Trump probably “won,” in the sense that the Senate approved a government funding bill that did not include any kind of policy along the lines of the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program, the Democrats’ primary demand. But the government is only funded through Feb. 8. So nothing is really resolved.

But let’s take a closer look at what (if anything) the shutdown changed:

On policy

GOP leaders in the Senate essentially agreed to hold a vote on immigration policy before Feb. 8. That isn’t nothing, since it wasn’t clear before the shutdown that there would ever be such a vote. But Republican leaders have not committed to what kind of bill will be considered. It could be a DACA replacement. Or it could be something else.

And no matter what happens in the Senate, everyone already knew that getting a DACA-like bill through the upper chamber was the easy part of this process. A bipartisan group of senators has already unveiled a bill that would offer legal status and a path to citizenship for DACA recipients, add some new funding for border security and apply immigration limits favored by conservatives. (Although, it’s not clear that legislation has 60 votes.)

If the Senate manages to pass that bill, or another like it, the real hurdle will be — and always has been — the House. So, here are the two big questions: First, is there a bill that at least some Senate Democrats will like that can also pass the House, where Speaker Paul Ryan is likely to insist that any bill have the support of a majority of House Republicans? (Remember, GOP members in the House are generally more conservative than their Senate counterparts.) And second, what kind of bill would Trump actually sign that would also have backing from Senate Democrats?

So, even with the shutdown over, it’s not clear if or how DACA policy will be resolved by March 5, when the program is scheduled to end.

On politics

My colleague Harry Enten described last week how the past two shutdown fights (two shutdowns in 1995-96 and one in 2013) turned the public mostly against congressional Republicans in the short term, according to polls, but that effect faded away after a few months. The GOP maintained control of both houses in 1996 and won the Senate from the Democrats in 2014.

With this very short shutdown, it’s hard to imagine even a short-term impact on the standing of Trump or the two parties. Could it reverse the small gains Trump has seen in his approval rating in the past few weeks? (It got up to around 40 percent.) Perhaps, but Trump’s numbers may have dipped again on their own regardless; his approval rating has mostly hovered around 37 percent since September, and it has inched down in the past few days.1

Will the shutdown hurt Democrats running for re-election this November in states Trump won? Again, maybe. The Democratic senators who voted against the funding bill (and therefore for a shutdown) on Friday night, like Florida’s Bill Nelson and Montana’s Jon Tester, could be worried. I’m sure their Republican opponents will cast those senators as voting against military spending to support undocumented immigrants. But I doubt this single vote will make the difference in those races.

What did matter about the shutdown

So I’m skeptical that the shutdown will have a major impact on policy or politics. That said, it did throw a few trends that were already emerging into sharper relief:

The Democratic base is getting more hardline and is pushing the party in that direction — I can’t say this for sure, but it’s hard to imagine even this brief shutdown happening without liberal groups like Indivisible and the hosts of the popular left-leaning Pod Save America imploring the party to take a strong stand on DACA. Pod Save America was carefully tracking whether Senate Democrats publicly committed to blocking the funding bill without DACA, and Massachusetts Sen. Elizabeth Warren tweeted Pod Save America’s hashtag #FightClub when she noted that she would oppose the legislation.

The Republicans are really divided on immigration policy — Virtually all Senate Republicans have said they would back some kind of DACA provision. In reality, though, many want a lot in return. Republican Tom Cotton of Arkansas, for example, said he wants numerous provisions to limit both illegal and legal immigration in exchange for approving a DACA-style law. Sens. Jeff Flake of Arizona and Lindsey Graham of South Carolina, meanwhile, would probably vote for a stand-alone DACA provision. Before and during the shutdown, Graham blasted both Cotton and Stephen Miller, a top White House adviser who is also very conservative on immigration issues. Flake and Graham aligned themselves essentially between the two parties on the issue, instead of just standing with their fellow Republicans.

The fault lines around immigration and race are hardening — Trump’s rhetoric has been, at times, very favorable toward DACA recipients, who are largely people brought to the U.S. by their parents. But while Trump has been hard to pin down during the shutdown fight (at least rhetorically), everyone else seems to be digging in. During the three-day shutdown, Republicans repeatedly attacked Democrats for putting the interests of “illegal immigrants” over those of U.S. citizens. Trump’s political operation released an ad suggesting that Democrats are “complicit in every murder committed by illegal immigrants.” For the Democratic Party, forcing even a short government shutdown to defend DACA recipients, who are overwhelmingly Latino, is likely to deepen the alliance between the party and the country’s second-largest ethnic group. Latino activist groups are even more likely to see the Democratic Party as their political ally, and Democratic politicians are likely to court the Latino vote even more in the future and cite the stance the party took on DACA.

#IFTTT #Politics – FiveThirtyEight #politics #538 #Perry Bacon Jr.

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www-suzannerichardsonwrites · 7 years ago

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On Connection, Disconnection, Memento Mori, and “In The Pines”

In my creative writing classes I use a text by Janet Burroway, Imaginative Writing. In this text there’s an entire section about fiction, and plot, but specifically stories being told through the concepts of connections and disconnection. Though I’ve taught this portion of the text many times, I’ve often confessed to my students that I was never fully convinced by the idea that connections and disconnections make for good stories or plots--or at least not in the way Burroway describes. She claims each moment in a story is a moment of connection or disconnection building towards a climax. She charts out Cinderella with certainty and quotes Claudia Johnson, “The conflict and surface events are like waves, but underneath is an emotional tide--the ebb and flow of human connection” (Burroway). Each time I’ve taught this section I have re-read it and tried to more deeply understand how periods of connection and disconnection make good stories and it hasn’t really made sense, until now.

It is safe to say I have been disconnected. I find myself single again at thirty-four and while it feels somewhat hopeful, it also feels like an overwhelming task. Each break-up I go through takes me back to the original break-up of my twenties, the place where all that pain lives pressed like dead flowers on display. I struggle with feeling like a failure. Feeling like a lonely failure. Feeling like I fought tooth and nail for something that I should have let go years ago. It feels a bit like being underwater while people breathe deeply and splash around on the surface. It feels a bit like being the party guest who wants to go home within five minutes of entering the party. It also feels like being a newborn--all this focus on me, my needs, my wants, what matters to me, is almost like I’ve grown a new set of eyes and I am seeing the world anew. I take long walks, I stop whenever I want. I get up in the middle of the night and eat citrus fruit or drink down gulps of grapefruit juice over the sink (some of my old single girl behavior). I shower in the dark sometimes--a fun game. Entering a gas station is like landing on a new planet--the thrum of the neon lights, the low growl of the refrigerators; rows and rows of cold beverages and I can drink any, or all of them. I have lots of choices; which is both freeing and scary. I wake up with answers to some of my own questions that I ask myself at night; it’s like my life is now one long, deep conversation with myself that I occasionally invite people to. I started dreaming again--something I was too stressed out and depressed to do for almost two years. I dream first about myself, looking in a mirror and I’m so interested in what I see, I take my shirt off and examine my naked breasts (like I’ve never seen them before). Next the women come rushing back; I dream about girlfriends I’ve been disconnected from. Stress dreams of one who just had a baby, two others who are both pregnant appear in a dream inviting me to sit down in the kitchen of our old apartment we shared in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I dream about circles and wonder what the universe is trying to tell me. Turn? Keep going? Roll? This is a cycle? I try to pay attention.

I find inspiration everywhere--tree bark, jewelry I haven’t worn for many years, parts of books I love that I revisit when I can’t sleep. I’m reminded of the fiction about vampires, how they grow fangs and begin to know a hunger they’ve never experienced before--I too am hungry. I think many emerge from heartbreak a little undead, a little closer to the coffin, a little more evil, a little more interested in feeding themselves than those around them.

But it isn’t just me. For months others are telling me their own stories of disconnection. This semester almost every person in an office left of me has disconnected, struggled, tried desperately to stay connected to the people they love, made sacrifices they never thought they’d have to make. I love them all, the way they have bent, twisting, contorting, drooping, so as not to break--the ones who break (like me) I love them even more. I love them for risking everything--risking all connection-- to burst into pieces alone. The ones who are about to break--I can see it in them, their eyes pooling. Is it a kind of insanity to want to break? During snowstorms in March, Rosie would wake me at 3,4,5 am to go out--so quiet then. Snow flakes the size of quarters traveled to the ground. The tulip tree in the front yard was doubled over. I kept waiting for it to break, every day, more, wet heavy snow, more pressure, the boughs and branches brought all the way to the ground. I walked around it looking for a breaking point. A shame to lose this much of a tree; I kept thinking. The nubs of its fuzzy buds glowed gray-green in the dark. The winter wouldn’t let up--unforgiving and snowing until the first week of May. But slowly spring came. First, I noticed the perfect circle of a bird’s nest; then I realized it was nestled in the part of the tree that had spent months on the ground and was now in the air; elastic; resilient; it gave; it gives. I want to learn more from this tree. It is teaching me. I am now drowning and drunk off the perfume of its blossoms. Passing the tree makes my circuits jump; the pink soft folds of the blooms; a deeply sensuous reward for such a bitter broken disconnected winter. I want to show my colleagues this tree-- proof of connection and disconnection making a good story so that in moments of pure doubt, when they ask themselves why they are bending, and breaking, they’ll know there’s an end to the suffering.

* * *

In April, on a trip to Rhode Island with students, I was lucky enough to view a pilgrim’s compass on display in a glass case. The tour guide had leaned over and casually pointed out the menento mori etched into the top of the compass.

“Sickos” he’d chuckled.

“Maybe it’s a comfort,” I’d retorted, standing up straight to meet his gaze.

“Ah, so you’re a sicko too,” he winked.

I thought about fear, all the fear I had inside me about being alone again. I thought about fear, all the fear a pilgrim might have in the woods not knowing if they should go north, or south, or east, or west, and how no matter what, death in every direction; always. How it makes the choice easier.

* * *

In Rhode Island we visit houses Edgar Allan Poe wrote in, lived in, loved in. In some of my darkest moments I always turn back to him. Later in life he was interested in philosophical dialogues between fictitious characters about the process of death and dying. In his piece, “The Colloquy of Monos and Una” he describes the end of bodily attachment and the deep sensual state of death where all who are dead gain a 6th sense, and all touch, and pleasure is enhanced ten-fold with no dull, dirty, body to process it. Both Monos and Una describe to one another the story of the end of the world (disconnection) and their deaths one by one (disconnection) then Una’s coffin is lowered onto Monos’ and the space around his body becomes the body--the idea of “being” is replaced with location, “perpetual place and time” --things with no form (disconnection). “For that which was not--for that which had no form--for that which was soulless, yet of which matter formed no portion--for all this nothingness, yet for all this immortality, the grave was still a home, and the corrosive hours, co-mates” (Poe). Ah, nothingness, still somehow a trap according to Poe (disconnection). I start to realize I have a habit of staying in relationships longer than I should for bodily comforts even though I start to spiritually suffer. Only when I reach a spiritual breaking point do I leave--

Back in school I lecture to my students about the haunting American folk song “In The Pines,” or “Black Girl,” or “The Longest Train,” or “Where Did You Sleep Last Night?” We are reading Rob Sheffield’s book Love is a Mixtape and he is lamenting that the only artist who is writing about and singing about marriage and its strange cultural link with death is Kurt Cobain. Sheffield talks about the strange and scary vows, how marriage is a death pact. He unpacks Cobain’s version of “In The Pines,” a wailing and warbling version that builds into a sorrowful howl. Before he plays, Kurt attributes his version as inspired by Leadbelly’s recording. All covers of this song seem to stem from two early recordings though the song has been dated back to the 1870′s. Either Leadbelly’s or Bill Monroe’s versions are inspiration for newer ones. It should be no surprise the country covers follow Bill, and the more emotionally charged blues versions follow Leadbelly. The song’s lyrics change slightly in every version I’ve heard--each singer adding to the narrative, or trying to make sense of what has remained true and real about the song. Sheffield is convinced it’s about a married couple; their married troubles. I don’t buy his interpretation--it feels very clouded by his own worldview. There’s something else that bothers me about interpretations of this song: it’s the fact there’s clearly a call and response, or a female voice that gets crunched into the main narrative--her story, her words are not separate from the man who is angry, wounded, and accusatory in both versions. My college boyfriend used to play Nirvana’s version for me. We would talk about the lyrics together.

If your lover isn’t sleeping with you, where are they? A chilling question for the ages. Is she dead? do “the pines” become a metaphor for a burial place? Is sleep death? Does she know she might as well be dead if she didn’t come home to her husband last night? Is her lover about to kill her? When did the song become one voice telling the story? This becomes the ghostly part for me--her answers become squelched into the story her lover is telling about her betrayal. Why can’t she tell it? What happened to her? She “would” shiver, as in, she can’t? In Leadbelly’s version a murder does take place, but it seems it’s possibly the man who is asking where his girl went. Someone is decapitated, their body never found...but how can that be if he’s telling the story?

This song is a story of disconnection; death, anger, questions unanswered.

Even in the country version it’s sad, though it opens with descriptions of trains from Georgia. By the end of the country version the singer is heartbroken, wants to know why a woman treated him so badly.

After a while, all the versions start to blend together; Nirvana, Leadbelly, Bill Monroe, Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, The Carter Sisters--whose version haunts Youtube. They sit, still as dolls with long crazy dresses adorned in bows and curls like they’re trapped in a cult reporting about it live on a country TV variety show. Their harmonies so sad it breaks you.

Both versions are love gone bad. One murderously bad. One just plain old ass out on the street, bad.

My recent ex climbs his anger like stairs, I want you to feel pain. Feel the pain you’ve made me feel. I want you to hurt. I rearrange these words: I want to hurt you. You want I to hurt. I think about a dream I had once where I was shaking a friend hard by the shoulders, but then halfway through, realized I was choking her and couldn’t stop. I. Hurt. You.

He rages at me. I almost want to laugh in his face--this idea that I’m not suffering at all. That I will never suffer like he does. Like his suffering should eclipse mine, show up and beat the shit out of me. That because he’s certain I’m not in pain, or not in enough pain it’s now his responsibility to make me feel it, a kind of justice in his mind to see me suffering. Is someone with you? Is someone there? Are you seeing someone else? (Where did you sleep last night?)

I don’t answer.

(Disconnection).

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rgarbo · 7 years ago

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My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent

and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.

He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.

My quietness has a number of naked selves,

so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves

from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons

and have murder in their heart!

though in winter

they are warm as roses, in the desert

taste of chilled anisette.

At times, withdrawn,

I rise into the cool skies

and gaze on at the imponderable world with the simple identification

of my colleagues, the mountains. Manfred climbs to my nape,

speaks, but I do not hear him,

I'm too blue.

An elephant takes up his trumpet,

money flutters from the windows of cries, silk stretching its mirror

across shoulder blades. A gun is "fired."

One of me rushes

to window #13 and one of me raises his whip and one of me

flutters up from the center of the track amidst the pink flamingoes,

and underneath their hooves as they round the last turn my lips

are scarred and brown, brushed by tails, masked in dirt's lust,

definition, open mouths gasping for the cries of the bettors for the lungs

of earth.

So many of my transparencies could not resist the race!

Terror in earth, dried mushrooms, pink feathers, tickets,

a flaking moon drifting across the muddied teeth,

the imperceptible moan of covered breathing,

love of the serpent!

I am underneath its leaves as the hunter crackles and pants

and bursts, as the barrage balloon drifts behind a cloud

and animal death whips out its flashlight,

whistling

and slipping the glove off the trigger hand. The serpent's eyes

redden at sight of those thorny fingernails, he is so smooth!

My transparent selves

flail about like vipers in a pail, writhing and hissing

without panic, with a certain justice of response

and presently the aquiline serpent comes to resemble the Medusa.

Frank O'Hara

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openlyandfreely · 6 years ago

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IN MEMORY OF MY FEELINGS My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets. He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals. My quietness has a number of naked selves, so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons and have murder in their heart! though in winter they are warm as roses, in the desert taste of chilled anisette. At times, withdrawn, I rise into the cool skies and gaze on at the imponderable world with the simple identification of my colleagues, the mountains. Manfred climbs to my nape, speaks, but I do not hear him, I'm too blue. An elephant takes up his trumpet, money flutters from the windows of cries, silk stretching its mirror across shoulder blades. A gun is "fired." One of me rushes to window #13 and one of me raises his whip and one of me flutters up from the center of the track amidst the pink flamingoes, and underneath their hooves as they round the last turn my lips are scarred and brown, brushed by tails, masked in dirt's lust, definition, open mouths gasping for the cries of the bettors for the lungs of earth. So many of my transparencies could not resist the race! Terror in earth, dried mushrooms, pink feathers, tickets, a flaking moon drifting across the muddied teeth, the imperceptible moan of covered breathing, love of the serpent! I am underneath its leaves as the hunter crackles and pants and bursts, as the barrage balloon drifts behind a cloud and animal death whips out its flashlight, whistling and slipping the glove off the trigger hand. The serpent's eyes redden at sight of those thorny fingernails, he is so smooth! My transparent selves flail about like vipers in a pail, writhing and hissing without panic, with a certain justice of response and presently the aquiline serpent comes to resemble the Medusa.

IN MEMORY OF MY FEELINGS by Frank O’Hara

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lawlight-week · 8 years ago

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Lawlight Week Exchange

Title: To Dust Name of creator: @shipaholic Created for: @archangelarts Prompt: L and Light having a taboo relationship as an angel and demon (you can choose who is which) Characters: Light, L, Mikami gets a mention Rating, warnings and no. of words (for fics): R; mild-ish gore/body horror, non-explicit sex; 2943

They meet on rooftops. The one in the suit and tie stands straight-backed as the wind pummels him. His hair and clothes do not move, or dampen when it rains. The one in the dingy coat, once green, now the colour of mud, hunches into the gale. Water runs down his face and out of his sleeves. It seems stronger around him, as if the sky is punishing him. When their meeting has concluded, they disappear, one sucked into the air, the other the ground. They leave behind a lightning scorch mark and a pile of wet ash on the concrete.

They meet in cafes. Nobody serves them, but the golden-skinned man sips black coffee while the pale one stuffs sugar packets up his sleeves. When they’re done, one melts into the air like mist, leaving a neat stack of napkins and his half of the table gleaming clean. The other vanishes in a pop. The electric light above his chair blows out, but no-one sees.

They meet at the back of lecture halls. One picks up a textbook by the corner and reads it suspended sideways in the air. His long grey finger traces the letters and obliterates them, oily blackness coating the page. The student he took it from doesn’t look at him. When they’ve gone, she picks it back up and stares with glazed eyes at the smears on the page.

—

This time, to be cruel, Light has them meet in a church.

—

L’s skin begins to peel as soon as he materialises next to Light in the pew. Light doesn’t look up, but his form is an illusion and his Eyes see everything in the room. They see the ghoulish pallor L chooses to cloak himself in blackening and flaking off onto his seat. The priest will have to sweep it up later.

L doesn’t speak. He rummages in his horrid little coat and extracts a paper bag. L opens it with disintegrating fingertips, and pulls out a wine gum.

“No thank you,” Light says, before L can offer. His sweet-munching is an annoying human affectation.

L pops the sweet in his mouth, then takes another two. “So. What brings you here.” Another wine gum is tucked into his cheek, like a squirrel. “Besides it being your natural habitat, I suppose.”

Light gives his most pleasant smile. “Atmosphere.”

“Ah.” L slurps on his mouthful of sweets. “Maybe we can make this a short one? I’m not sure how long this body will hold together.”

“If you will insist on walking around in a meat suit…”

“I do. I find it gives me insight into my work.”

“What insight is it providing now?”

L pauses his sucking. He looks at Light with his wide, blank eyes.

“Sweets are delicious, and having your skin fall off is unpleasant.”

Light doesn’t sigh, but he suspects he would if he, like L, had opted for a body that breathed. “Fascinating. Very well, let’s keep this short. What did you want to discuss?”

L digs out three sweets from the bag that have stuck together and slips them between his lips. Through the bulging shape of his tongue behind the skin, Light gathers he is shifting the entire half-chewed mass to one side of his mouth.

“Murder.”

Light blinks.

“Well, my side is against it,” he says.

“That’s the interesting part.”

Light does sigh at this. It’s an unsettling sensation, drawing incense-soured air into his mouth, releasing it like a smoker.

“To take a human life is an abomination. It is not ‘interesting’.”

“These ones are.”

The rest of the bag is tipped into L’s open mouth. Light sees the insides blistering before L closes his lips and resumes his loud chewing.

L says, through his stuffed-full mouth: “They weren’t committed by humans.”

For a moment, the church falls silent.

Light shakes his head as if to dislodge water from his ears. The usual background hum comes back.

“That’s nonsense. I would have heard about it.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on it yourself. Your observation and intellect are the equals of mine.”

“How could a murder - no, multiple murders - have been committed by one of your side without all of us being aware?”

“Who said it was my side?”

Light’s hand flies out and grips L’s arm. He twists just slightly, digs in a bit too hard. Bones light up through the back, knuckles shine white against his golden skin. L’s arm is long and thin under the weatherbeaten coat.

“You’re in bad shape already. Watch yourself before you blaspheme in a church.”

L’s eyes are coals, sitting dormant and dull in his pale face. But there is something in them, a spark threatening to light.

“Very well. I’ll continue my story on neutral turf. You’ll want to hear it, so don’t hide from me. Same time tomorrow? I’ll pick the place.”

He clambers down from the pew, shaking ash onto the wood floor.

“Wait,” Light says.

L steps into the nave, but goes no further. He gazes up at Light, a skinny, sloped figure in too-large clothes. Every part of him where skin is visible is now a horrorshow. Light doesn’t care, L can just go crawling back to Hell and bargain for a new body.

“Tell me now. You can choose another location, but we’ll go there immediately. I don’t have time to spend an extra day on you.”

L shrugs. “If you insist. Follow me.” He begins to trek up the centre of the church to the front doors.

Light follows. He passes the priest on the way, a tall, broad man. On impulse, Light ducks into the man’s shadow, leans close and places a hand on his shoulder. The priest falls still. A look of peaceful wonderment overtakes his features. Light whispers in his ear, a couple of basic rites. The priest rocks in place. His breath catches. His mouth forms a quivering smile, even as tears gush down the crags of his face. He dips his head and makes a sign of the cross with shaking hands, before falling into a reverent mumbled prayer.

Light glides to where L is waiting by the doors. L’s blank bug eyes are taking in the scene. Light smiles. It’s a smile for himself, but it doesn’t matter if L sees it.

“Very moving. Shall we?” L puts his hand on the door.

Light gives a final look back at the priest. Still in a reverie, the man is drifting down the aisle, praying feverishly.

Suddenly, he stops. He has reached the pew where Light and L were sitting. Light watches the man’s wrinkled hand reach over and pick something up. He holds it in the air, bushy white eyebrows scrunching together. It is L’s packet of wine gums.

Light clearly hears the man snap, “Jesus, not again.”

L coughs. “Oh dear. Anyway…” He pushes the door open.

Light aims a heavenly glare at his back. Sadly, no thunderbolt appears to incinerate him.

—

When they’re outside, L turns and grabs Light by the hand.

Light jumps. The sensation of a raw, flaking palm sliding into his own is not pleasant. He opens his mouth to protest, but already L is tugging him forward and the world around them is blurring as if it, and they, are being sucked down a funnel.

Light’s feet hit the floor and he shakes himself loose of L. They’re in a hotel room, it seems - the lamps are off, the TV is a black monolith on the desk. It’s still night. The open curtains let in a little light from office blocks.

Light stares at his palm. He expects to see charred flesh-marks, but there is only a faint outline of L’s slim hand, each long finger imprinted on Light’s palm in a wrap-around pattern. Light rubs over the marks, feeling somehow defiled all the same.

When he looks up, L is a mirror of him. One pale hand splays in mid air, turning over gently and then back. Light gets a jolt when he sees the marred skin is back to normal. L is studying it like a lab specimen.

“That went better than expected.”

L’s voice is a murmur. It’s the part of him that is least tainted with affected humanity. It makes Light shiver.

Light’s defences are down and he gets no warning when L suddenly crowds him and grips his head, one healed hand and one still burned black. Light has no time to yell before his mouth is smothered with the taste of ash. Something pulls out of him, a scream or a curse, but it gets lost inside the dark wet pressure that he now realises is L’s mouth, L’s kiss. Fury rises up inside him like a knife. He grabs L’s shoulders, summons heavenly power into his arms and shoves.

Pure white light sparks from their bodies. Every window in the buildings outside flickers and goes dark. Their hotel room is plunged into blackness. L sprawls back and Light wipes his mouth.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” he hisses.

L’s face glows pale in the dark. Light realises that it is smooth and unmarked.

“What did you take from me?” Light would throttle him if it wasn’t taboo.

“It is your fault I’m in this situation.” L sits on the end of the bed. His eyes are twin moons in the dark. “I’m going to need you to heal the rest of me.”

“What did you take?” Light looks around wildly for a mirror. He scrubs his mouth hard with the hand L did not grab.

“Nothing permanent. A bit of life force. You have plenty to spare, and it will replenish naturally. If you’re concerned about your appearance, don’t be. You’ll look like yourself, perhaps a little hungover, that’s all.”

Light stares at the figure crouched on the bed. “Tell me about the murders. If I decide you’re worth the effort, I’ll consider healing the rest of you.” He has no intention of doing so. Hopefully L knows nothing of value and he can use this as a pretext to refuse.

L bites the tip of his healed thumb. “I’m not handing over my one bargaining chip. Would you really prefer to hear this from somebody else? What if that very enthusiastic colleague of yours got the news before you did? Mikami, I believe…”

Light’s eyes narrow. This is grossly childish manipulation on L’s part. Mikami is not a threat, for all he considers himself Light’s rival.

“…Very well, I suppose I’ll have to trust you.” L tucks his feet up on the bed. He folds into his usual crouch, more like a gargoyle than ever in the dark. “Approximately one-hundred humans have suffered unscheduled heart attacks in the past week. All have died.”

Light bursts out laughing. The sound is slightly mad, and he lets it go on longer than he should. “So they’ve been murdered via natural causes? Remarkable. You know that we cannot see a human’s cause of death ahead of time. How have you determined that these heart attacks were unscheduled?”

“The victims had a few things in common. Most were middle-aged or younger. Below the expected age for heart failure.”

“Which, given that there are only a hundred of them, is not statistically remarkable.”

“And all of them departed the mortal world with a peculiar expression.”

Light pauses. “Humans often look most peculiar at the moment of death. It is a sensation beyond what they can handle. Fortunately they don’t have to handle it for very long.”

“It is common for a human’s face to freeze in a manner that I gather is distressing for the still-living, yes. These humans died with a look of overpowering wonderment.”

An alarm-bell goes off in Light’s head. He grits his teeth. “…That is also not unheard of. Brain chemicals do odd things when the brain is shutting down.”

“And they were all… good people.”

“…Pardon?”

“Mostly good. But not too good. That was the interesting part.”

Light folds his arms. He resists the urge to pace. “L, I’m going to need you to stop talking nonsense.”

L tilts his dark head to the side. Light feels pinned down under the weight of his outsized unblinking stare. “They were good, but they contained the potential to slide into bad. Upon their deaths, they will have gone to heaven. Had they been allowed to live out their natural lifespan… perhaps not.” L bites the tip of his healed thumb. “Lucky for them, in a way.”

“And from these broad coincidences, affecting a mere one hundred people on the entire planet, you have put together a theory of supernatural murder.” Light smiles. Good, L has nothing. “Clearly you are accusing my side of committing atrocities, sinning against God for the sake of an extra hundred souls. As if any of us would take the risk. Or be capable of that degree of moral decay. Your problem, L, is that you treat us as two sides in a chess game. In truth, you are bastardised versions of us. We are not like you, and we do not act as you do. But if you want to humiliate yourself, I recommend taking this theory higher up. Sorry - it’s lower down for you, isn’t it?”

L stares up at him, finger in his mouth.

“You talk too much, Light,” he says, mildly.

He hops back down onto the hotel carpet and draws himself up to his proper height. Without the slouching, he is a match for Light. He raises his hands, both ghoulishly skinny with thin, flexible wrists. The charred one flutters in the air; it’s the healthy one he uses to draw Light closer. Light has a moment, this time, to realise what is happening before their mouths meet.

He suspects that more kissing is not essential for L’s healing, but L seems to want it and Light is feeling generous after having it confirmed that L knows nothing dangerous. Now that he’s back in control, he can feel the flow of energy from himself to L, a harmless warmth. He pours lifeforce into L’s mouth, enjoying the way L grips him tightly. Yes, this is good. L needing him.

L’s clothes have to come off for the rest of it. Light ascertains quickly that his human form includes a sexual response function. Light hadn’t bothered with one; it had seemed unlikely he would need it. He feels a small tug of regret, watching L squirm on the mattress. He tells himself it is worth it to stay in command of this encounter. Besides, this way he isn’t breaking the taboo against angel and demon fornication.

Light uses his hands on the ruined parts of L’s body, then adds his mouth when things are proceeding too slowly. L makes it to completion twice by the time he is finished. Light helps him directly the third time. Just because he can, he pours a little angelic bliss into L, to make the final throes that much sweeter. The noises L makes are surprisingly pleasing to the ear. Light watches his shudders die away until he is limp and panting.

Light disentangles himself, stands and straightens his cuffs. He feels well, despite having just siphoned his life force into a demon. He spares a glance at the bed. L looks far less accusatory with his huge eyes half-lidded. He seems healthier than normal, better rested, his skin less grey. Light smirks. He must be good.

“I hope that was enough to tide you over.” Light runs his fingers through his hair. It feels like it usually does, sleek and soft.

“Mmmm. Thank you, Light. That was a unique experience.” L rolls out of bed, a bit slower and more wobbly than usual. He drifts over to his pile of clothes and begins pulling the horrible rags back on.

Light supposes this is it. For now. Obviously he’ll be watching L closely, see if he needs to intervene if L is thinking of making an investigation out of his stupid hunch. Maybe it’ll be worth making this type of encounter a regular thing. L might be distracted. Better still, addicted. Angels have driven themselves to ruin, overindulging in their own bliss. Demons could be just as corruptible.

“By the way,” L calls over. He has pulled on his baggy jeans, but his torso is still bare. With his back turned, Light can count the notches in his spine. “Is that how you killed them?”

Light freezes.

“It’s surprisingly perverted. I assume you gave them a stronger dose than me.” L shucks on his shapeless white shirt. “No, my mistake, it wouldn’t have been sexual. It would have been more like that priest back in the church. Yes? You needed them to come to Jesus before their deaths.”

Light’s hands have balled into fists. Maybe he could take L out from here. Pump him full of heaven’s light and watch him burn alive.

“Oh well. I suppose I can’t prove anything.” L turns around, swathed in his mangy coat once again. He is smiling. He takes a step forward and peers into Light’s face. His blank eyes are shining with something like triumph.

“Well, goodbye Light. Until next time. Thanks for the life force. Maybe someday I can return the favour.”

“Get back to Hell,” Light spits.

L’s smile widens. “I might see you there.”

He vanishes. A strong smell of ash is left behind.

Light clutches his head and howls, a horrible long note that vibrates every object in the room.

When he, too, vanishes, he is already plotting how to make L die.

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A Night with Alex

When you walk through a street, it’s relatively hard to figure out what exactly makes the city or town tick. Is it the cars that power through the roads, sounding off their horns in a vague attempt to get through a traffic jam? Is it the buildings themselves, reaching ever higher into the city and filled to the brim with people living in many apartments? Or perhaps it’s the people themselves, walking down the pavements, watching their walls update every five seconds in a hope that someone would like that picture that claims they looked ‘disgusting’. In all honesty, for the mind of Alex Edward, all three examples were both correct and entirely wrong at the same time.

He himself was standing in his own apartment, looking out over the city of ‘Daxten’. It was a fantastic city, almost as large as Manchester, but with the technical advantages of cities one would find in Japan. The apartment itself was remarkable, with a single wall placed on the right-hand side that stood solitary from any other, and the sole separation from the bedroom and the rest of the apartment, which consisted of the lounge, kitchen, and another room to the left-hand side of the entrance door. Inside that was the bathroom, and perhaps it was the only place in the apartment that had privacy. This was due to the colossal window that the apartment had, set on one side of the apartment, which stretched from one wall to the other, almost fifteen metres long. However, privacy itself was not exactly a problem, considering the apartment was near the penthouse suites of the complex, and was almost fifty stories tall.

The city was calm, which was a rarity, even if the day had receded into the night sky. The ocean that was on the south-end seemed to match the calmness the city had. It most certainly helped to add to the almost-silent nature Daxten had. He could see in the window the pale reflection of his own face and body, and noted the slight tiredness lingering in his brilliantly deep-blue eyes. The whites surrounding the irises were beginning to turn a veiny red, and around the eyes themselves there was a small hint of the skin sagging down, like bags beginning to form. He reached up to pull back the messy black hair, letting it curl around his fingers for a brief moment before his hand slumped back to his side. He was dressed in a loose pair of bottoms that was tied around his waist, and a tee that was both creased and was obviously worn through, with both articles of clothing a faint grey in colour. There was a print on the front of the tee, with the words ‘The University of Tokyo’ both in English and Kanji characters, underneath an image coloured yellow and blue, almost like they were images of rounded leaves. However, there was some flaking of the larger image here and there, again hinting towards the age of the tee and how long the male had had it. Obviously something he had bought in a charity shop, or some cheap clothing shop that had caught his eye one day. He couldn’t remember where exactly he’d picked it up from, but it was remarkably comfortable and loose on his frame, so he had no complaints about it there.

Alex turned around at that, waving a hand upward towards the sensor that was situated in the far upper corner of the room. A couple of moments later, a slight hum came from the window, and the whole glass pane began to tint into a dark hue. He had some work to get on with, and he did not want the beauty of the city to go ahead and distract him. The male walked over to the lounge area, and hopped over the back of the couch. He reached to the side to grab a loose keyboard, and then entered a couple of keys. Soon, the large TV that was situated on the wall opposite whirred into life, and on it, the display of his computer. This was his office, in the most basic of terms. His work wasn’t exactly clear-cut or even the typical office paperwork, but it was still important… to some people.

“Call ‘Yegor Sidorov’,” Alex said then, looking up at the TV monitor. His accent was distinctly foreign, totally unlike the southern Japanese accent that Daxten people had. It was more along the lines one would sound if they were British, which was true, considering Alex was actually Welsh. He’d moved to Daxten when he was sixteen, alone, and had stayed here since. He made himself a fair bit of money, and was now living a decent life way up in the skies of Daxten skyscrapers.

A few moments later, an icon in the top right corner formed, with a picture of a middle-aged, white-haired man inside. There was the sound of a ringing phone for a few seconds, and then it stopped as the call was answered.

“Yegor speaking,” said the voice, in Russian.

“Evening, Sid,” Alex answered, also in Russian. The male knew a fair number of languages, with English, Russian, Cantonese and Japanese in his repertoire, to name a few.

“Ah, Edward. A pleasure.” There was a small rustle from the other side of the phone, then stopped as Sid went on, this time in English. “What do I owe you this time?”

“Nothing. Can’t a friend call another to see how they’re doing without being suspected at least once?” There was a faint smirk of smugness on Alex’s lips as he spoke.

“Considering you, Edward, I very much doubt so.”

“Yeesh… Alright, whatever,” Alex said after a small grumble and shake of his head. “I wanted to see if you’ve finished with writing up that article?”

There was a small pause, presumably as Sid thought up an answer. “Indeed I have. But right now I’m not at the office to email it over. I’m… in the middle of some business.”

“What kind?” Alex asked, a degree of curiosity in his voice.

“Oh, just the usual… the occasional torture,” Sid said, with not a hint of sympathy or remorse in his voice. “Found a target, who, apparently, knows about a particularly hotheaded woman who may, or may not, have killed one of my men.”

“Oh, her,” Alex added, with an equal amount of nonchalance. Indeed, this was the work Alex dealt with, and the reason he was able to acquire a considerable amount of money in the six or so years since arriving in Daxten. The raven-haired male was a bounty hunter.

He could recall the time he was introduced into the bounty-hunting gig. He’d become acquaintances with a Chinese man by the name of Heng Wu, a few years older than him at the time. Alex was nineteen back then, having just finished his education and had come out with less-than-stellar grades. After a night of drinking together by chance in a nightclub, Heng had questioned Alex, on a whim, about what it meant to end the life of someone else. While the question had taken him by surprise, it was more surprising to Alex at least on how easily he was able to come up with an answer to the man.

“If he deserves to die, then he shall die. If not, then it simply means he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

After that, Heng took Alex to meet a few of his colleagues, and the young man was soon educated in multiple ways, from gun maintenance and firing, knife and melee combat, and charming his way into being able to kill someone in the middle of a crowd and not having anyone even notice the death. Six years would pass, and there one would find Alex sitting in his apartment, having a strangely morbid conversation with a Russian who was torturing someone as they spoke.

“Any news about her then?” Alex asked then, the cursor on the screen dragging up a couple of windows up onto the screen. One of which was a profile about the target Sid spoke of: a short-haired redhead with a sinister-looking glare on her face and holding an ID sign. Strange, considering how rare it was to see people use ID signs, but he guessed that those who wanted her didn’t care much of which picture they used. She had, after all, murdered a significant number of people across the world, including some of Sid’s men. He had a lot of connections with the Russian mafia, and even had some work under him as henchmen.

“Apart from things we already knew, no,” Sid answered. There was a small whimper from the other side of the phone, as if whoever was being beaten to hell was crying. “She’s a slippery thing, that’s for sure.”

“Was that someone crying?” Alex asked then, almost laughing at the sound.

“Oh, this poor thing here. I think Mister Kanorik went a little too ham-handed with the sledgehammer and the man’s poor balls.”

“Ow, ow, ow, and more damn ow’s,” Alex added, cringing at the thought. “Please… that’s enough information, thank you very much.”

He moved the cursor to bring up a word document at that, then another that showed a shared drive. It was a drive that was distributed amongst a fair number of bounty hunters, a group of sorts that Alex, Sid, and the aforementioned Heng Wu was a part of. They were called the ‘Judgers’, and had a notable reputation for being efficient, clean, and precise with their targets. Some, like Sid and a woman in England by the name of Emily Brooks, liked finding their targets using torture, both physical and psychological. Others, like Alex, preferred working alone and eliminating bounties through a firearm. However, the whole group, which numbered to about sixteen people, all shared their information with one another.

There was another cry of pain from the other side of the phone, and then a small grunt coming from Sid. “Sorry, Edward, I’ll have to hang up. Don’t worry; you’ll get that article by tomorrow morning.”

“No worries,” Alex said then, letting out a small sigh. “Try not to kill him.”

“I’ll certainly try,” Sid finished darkly, before the call was ended and the apartment was cast into silence.

Alex moved the profile of the redhead off to the side, along with the other windows he had pulled up. His eyes cast upward to the screen, as if hoping for his work to suddenly start writing itself, but to no avail.

When Alex wasn’t off killing people for money, he was actually writing up codes for different programs. His ‘official’ job was a freelance programmer, and he was a surprisingly talented coder, considering that prior to coming to Daxten he couldn’t even work a mobile phone without somehow breaking it.

It would be a good four hours later that Alex finished off his work. By that point, the messy hair had turned flat and almost sweaty against his head, and almost had a slimy feeling to it. It was as if he had been wearing a beanie the entire time and now it was clamped against his scalp. What white in his eyes had previously remained was now streaked with red, and there was an obvious pair of bags under the male’s eyes. He looked physically drained of energy, typing up code for four hours straight, and there was more than one yawn escaping his lips. In short, the young man looked dead on his feet. However, with a quick refreshing in the bathroom shower and put in pyjamas, he looked a fair shade better.

He returned to the lounge and sunk back down into the large chair. There were a couple of clicks from his wireless mouse and keyboard, and soon enough, a film was playing on the large monitor, full screen, for Alex’s amusement. It didn’t take long though for the tired young man to have fallen asleep, the film still playing in the background, snoring lightly into the night. While Alex had plenty more in his life to see and ponder, it would seem that, while resting in the city’s night, the city itself would protect the young man for one more day.

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