#nerima ward Tokyo

[amefuyuu]

I just got back from Japan and I’m so happy I had the opportunity to see モダンかアナーキー the night before I left! I went into the movie because I knew Murakami Nijirō was in it but I walked out of the small theater absolutely floored. While I saw some reviews complaining online about how some of the audio is quiet or not balanced, and that the lighting can be a bit too dim at points, I think all these choices really added to the atmosphere of the film!

While I do know some Japanese, the movie honestly relied a lot more on physical acting than dialogue and the dialogue that did occur (for the most part) was either whispered or too quick for me to pick up. I will say that even without understanding most of the dialogue, all the actors knocked it out of the park, their physical performances (especially the eyes of Yumi Kawai and Kaneko Daichi which somehow managed to take my breath away with how expressive they were). The final scene of the movie was especially haunting and made my jaw drop, a brutal few minutes of aragaki played by murakami nijiro broken and bloodied after jumping off a overpass stumbling up the stairs to jump off again and take his life after failing the first time.

The entire film was Kinetic in a way hard to describe in words, the dark nighttime streets of Nerima and the cluttered apartments of disillusioned youth painting a realistic and addicting picture. The way the story plays out, cutting back between after Aragaki’s death and to the events leading up to it, while perhaps unconventional, was a brilliant decision and had me on the edge of my seat.

I reached out to the official twitter account to inquire if they would ever consider releasing it digitally or physically on a DVD but they unfortunately said that they have no plans for that. While I’m disappointed since my love for this movie is overwhelming and I’d love to just watch it over and over again, there is something special about only being able to/having watched it at a small theater late at night in a foreign country that makes my experience even more special.

I did buy the pamphlet that was available for purchase, and it is a wonderful insight into the directors thoughts both on the movie, actors, and how the movie came to be. I especially love the art, both the front cover art, the page art, and the small portraits of each character. The colored pencil texture/style really works well with the tone of the movie and the emotions it brings out.

Modern or anarchy has instantly become one of my favorite movies, and I can’t wait to see more from the director Daichi Sugimoto!

[autobots-one-half]

the Nerima Wrecker Crews' Guide to Ranma Fandom for Newcomers

With the release this month of a brand new anime adaptation of the eighties manga Ranma ½, a lot of new fans are joining an older fandom that may leave them...confused about some details.

See, when the Ranma manga began in 1987, series creator Rumiko Takahashi was already solidly-established from her success with the runaway hit Urusei Yatsura. It only took two years for an anime adaptation to begin airing....for a mere eighteen episodes, before being canceled. If you go back to the '89 anime, you will almost certainly notice some drastic shifts in art style and tone from the first eighteen episodes to the remainder, and that's because only a single season was produced by Studio DEEN before production shifted to a new directorial crew, who dubbed the following season Ranma ½ Nettōhen (Fierce/Hot Battle Chapter).

The thing is, between the original eighteen episodes being made while the manga was still relatively early in its nine-year run, attempts to draw in better ratings by heavily promoting fan-favorite characters, a need for filler episodes to let the manga catch up to the pace of the anime's releases, and even the biases and friendships of the respective directors and writers...some things wound up being different.

And as a result, the Ranma ½ of the Eighties and Nineties is very different from what we're going to get with the 2024 anime. The 2024 series is based on a manga that had been finished for decades, and between the official releases so far and some unfortunate early leaks, it shows plenty of signs of being far more faithful to the original manga.

So, we of the Nerima Wreckers' Crew are here to introduce you to a few of the things you might run into as a new Ranma ½ fan exploring the existing fan content that has accrued over the past few decades!

Be aware: you're about to read spoilers for a four decades old manga. Questions about something that we don't cover in this post? Leave a comment asking for more, after the jump!

Something to get out of the way first: we're the NWC as an in-joke: as both Transformers and Ranma fans (and in some cases, fictive introjects), we wanted to combine the 'Wreckers' group name from Transformers with the English-language Ranma ½ fandom's nickname for the group of martial artists, students, teachers, monsters, and other characters who populate the series:

The Nerima Wrecking Crew.

The principal setting of Ranma ½ is Nerima, a ward of the metropolis of Tokyo. There are 23 special wards, and Nerima is a real-life one that is found in the northwest of Tokyo—in fact, it was the 23rd and final ward! In English-language communications, the local government identifies the ward as Nerima City, so that's how we'll speak of it here.

Nerima is a large city that still retains a very suburban, even exurban character stretching back to its history of farming. There are even still farms within the city limits, including at least one dairy farm last we checked! It's part of Tokyo, but it has a kid of old-fashioned peaceful character...that makes it the perfect place for anime characters to disrupt. That kind of disruption led the English-speaking fandom to dub our favorite crew of violent martial artists the "Wrecking Crew", presumably after their propensity to bust down walls and buildings.

A lot of anime and manga take place in Nerima. Takahashi's previous hit series Urusei Yatsura, the cat-robot classic All-Purpose Cultural Cat-Girl Nuku-Nuku, the anime adaptation of Stop!! Hibari-Kun, even Tokyo Ghoul...okay, some of these are not quite the same genre as the others.

This is often attributed to the large number of anime studios based in the city, but Ranma's adventures in Nerima have a special bond with the environment that seems to go beyond, stretching back to the original manga. Ranma is often seen walking along (or falling from) fencetops above canals just like the above image from Wikimedia, and scenes set in nearby parks map fairly well to specific ones in Nerima City, so we can generally assume that the neighborhood where the Tendō Dojo is found is roughly in the Ōizumi area along the Shirako River seen above.

More specifically, it's in an imaginary neighborhood somewhere nebulously within those boundaries, a neighborhood that parts of the older fandom know as Furinkan-chō, AKA "Furinkan Town", after the Furinkan High School that Ranma and Akane attend—drawing a connection to the more official identification of the cast of Urusei Yatsura as living in Tomobiki-chō and attending Tomobiki High School.

A sober, dignified edifice to education...populated by a bunch of martial arts lunatics.

Some of whom are probably going to be pretty different in the new anime!

Meet the principal of Furinkan High School. Yes, this is a native Japanese man. Yes, he has problems.

Principal, Headmaster, or in Japanese Kunō-kōchō (no given name provided) is, unfortunately, the unfortunate father of the equally unfortunate series mainstay Tatewaki Kunō. The Principal here visited the USA for a while in order to learn from our education methods and came back an even worse problem than he'd left, becoming obsessed with the trappings of Hawai'ian tourism and the English language. In the original Japanese, his dialogue is heavily peppered with random English words and phrases (and an obnoxious Woody Woodpecker-style laugh).

The thing is, it's hard to translate a character randomly speaking English...into English. So, the official English translations of the original manga and anime had the Principal badly pepper his speech with Hawai'ian Pidgin phrases. It's going to be a little while before he shows up in the new anime, so it's hard to say for sure how he'll be translated...but it probably won't be that. So, new fans: you're probably going to encounter a few fanworks where there's a random fake-Hawai'ian man threatening teenagers with bad haircuts.

Teenagers like Hikaru Gosunkugi.

This is Gosunkugi. You'll probably see him next season, because we're going to perform acts of supervillainy if they don't make a second season. He shows up pretty early on in the manga, and has an important role to play in a major storyline...but he didn't show up in the original anime for 94 episodes after he was supposed to appear.

What we got instead was Sasuke Sarugakure. There's some debate about exactly why the anime-only character Sasuke was added: a diminutive ninja with thick eyebrows, prominent whiskers, buck teeth, and a miserable lot in life as the Kunō family servant. Seemingly...the only servant. Sasuke's role in the original anime seemed to have been not only to fill in for Gosunkugi in an early storyline, but to act as a comedic foil to the overblown antics of the Kunō family—especially absurd since the anime took the already comical wealth of the Kunōs from the manga, and exaggerated it to an absurd degree that seems all the more ridiculous when you learn that Sasuke sleeps in the crawlspace and gets by on fewer than three meals a day.

Oddly, this characterization as a comically impoverished ninja is a recurring bit in Takahashi's stories: Urusei Yatsura featured the job-hunting missing-nin Kaede, and the last few volumes of the Ranma ½ manga introduced the threadbare kunoichi Konatsu.

Get used to this image. It's probably all you're going to see of Konatsu for a good few seasons...because the original anime never got to that part of the manga.

Konatsu is a thorny topic in the fandom due to matters of gender that aren't helped by the original anime never getting to those stories, and the original manga chapters taking forever to be available in English. What can definitely be said is that Konatsu A: identifies as a kunoichi, specifically a title for female ninja, and B: is AMAB.

But this is a series that's all about playing with gender.

For example...

The Girl. An anime-only episode of Nettōhen presented a story of Ranma taking a blow to the head, waking up not long after and insisting on actually being a girl—identifying her life as a boy as being something akin to a bad dream. This version of Ranma knows she was assigned male and turns back into a male body when splashed with hot water, but she demonstrates a visceral dysphoria about it that is painfully relatable. The episode's plot is concluded and the status quo is restored when the pacifistic girl is struck once more in the head at the end, restoring the Ranma who is a confident martial artist and self-identified man among men...but an increasing number of highly-rated fanworks reference this single-episode anime-only story.

This isn't the only time an anime-only episode touches on the idea of Ranma who is solely identified as a girl:

Ranma and the Evil Within starts off with Ranma joking about staying a girl forever, only for it to be taken seriously by the recurring problematic antagonist Happōsai (seriously, he's just the worst, and for some reason the original anime production team decided to make lots of anime-only episodes featuring him). A magic incense is brought into play, splitting off all the femnine 'yin' from Ranma's masculine 'yang'.

This split-off half is characterized as unbalanced, magically powerful, and a threat to Ranma's life. So of course, she looks sick as fuck. But just like The Girl, she's a one-off character. Don't worry: if the anime runs long enough to cover all the manga storylines, we'll still get a story about a female-only duplicate of Ranma. But it's going to be a little while.

Speaking of girls in Ranma ½, let's touch on Akane's female friends!

Mostly going unnamed in the manga, Akane has several female classmates and friends who received more prominent roles in the old anime.

(gif by @roseillith)

The two most notable of these are Yuka (lighter brown hair), and Sayuri (darker brown, often in a ponytail). These names do get called out in the old version of the anime, though they don't seem to have much personality beyond "girls who are friends with each other and Akane".

This role is sometimes filled by others in the old anime. It's much harder to find episodes where any other girls in the class are named, but due to two of them recurring, fanworks often bring them up as Akane's other friends:

Meet Asami (wavy shoulder-length hair) and Hiroko (short hair and freckles)...or is that Makoto and Shikako? Sources vary on these names, and English language websites disagree on which are the 'official' names. If anyone can track down an episode where either one is named on-screen, we'd appreciate it!

Akane isn't the only one with school friends: Ranma's got a few recurring acquaintances among the male students, as well.

In the old anime, these two are specifically named as Hiroshi (lighter colored hair and wider eyes) and Daisuke (dark hair and narrow eyes). They're often treated by both the source material and fanworks as Ranma's sole "normal" guy friends, and in general behave like stereotypical high school boys...including openly lusting after Ranma's girl form, even after they learn that she and the male Ranma are one and the same.

Hiroshi and Daisuke show up more consistently as a pair than Akane's friends in both the manga and the original anime, and fanworks often pair them romantically with Yuka and Sayuri. But even with how common Hiroshi, Daisuke, Yuka, and Sayuri are (down to their incredibly average names), they deserve mentioning for new fans...

...Because the new anime renamed them all! "Hiroshi" is now "Shingo" (しんご), "Daisuke" is now "Kiichi" (きいち), "Yuka" is now "Noriko" (のりこ), and "Sayuri" is now "Tomoyo" (ともよ).

That's it for now, because there's a brand new episode out that we haven't had a chance to watch while we wrap up this post on our lunch break. Until next time, this is the Nerima Wrecker Crew, signing off!

[alphyser]

HIII i have a question :))

Have you successfully shifted to haikyuu?? If you have, do yk whereabouts in tokyo are nekoma and fukurodani schools?

Hope this doesnt sound weird lmao

Thank youuuuu

THIS WAS 7 DAYS AGO, I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE LATE REPLY 😞

First off, Yes I have ‼️ Haikyuu was one of my first successful DRs

Secondly, as for the location of Fukurodani, I don't know unfortunately 😞 I've never been there in my DR. HOWEVER, NEKOMA. I DO KNOW.

Nekoma is located in the Nerima ward in Tokyo (this is about the only canon information we get), but in specifics to my DR, it's very near Hikarigaoka Park and the Shiki-no-kaori Rose garden, if I remember correctly from Karasuno we took the Akita Shinkansen until near Shirakawa and we transferred to the Tohoku shinkansen, till Omiya station then we took the bus to Ikebukuro station and then it's just a walk to the other end of Ikebukuro station then another ride to Nerima station... then we went through the north exit got picked up by Nekoma then just walked it, this is so muddled and confusing I apologize 😭

This 👆 might be very innacurate, i don't really memorize this. Also this is not weird at all thankyou for asking and I hope your endeavors on shifting may succeed ‼️‼️‼️

[myndless88]

Imagine if Kaneki had told Hide from the very beginning, and they become some type of vigilante duo or something.  Getting arrested on their first job (graffiti maybe), lol.

I was waffling between them being arrested by the CCG or the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Dept.  I decided to go with the latter.  They also got arrested the day before Kaneki's 19th birthday.  And Nerima is the name of the 20th ward in Tokyo.

[si-t-rda]

Nerima-Ward, Tokyo, Japan/2023

[vashtijoy]

fic excerpt: akechi at thirteen

Here's another excerpt from the unpublished fic mountain. Akechi is thirteen, and turning increasingly bad—on the inside. CW child abuse and neglect, obviously.

. . .

When Akechi is thirteen, he’s living with his uncle Hiro over a greengrocer’s in Nerima. Nerima is renowned for its beauty, for its sprawling parks and for the rows and rows of cherry blossom that line the river. But the older he gets, the less easy it is to distract Akechi with pretty trivia, like cherry blossoms and ice cream and stars. They’re just a gloss over the reality of the world.

Nerima borders Saitama Prefecture to the northwest; it gets its prettiness from being about as far from civilisation as is possible, within the twenty-three special wards of Tokyo. It’s also about as far as you can get from Akechi’s original middle school, the one he won the scholarship to. I’m not paying for you to ride the subway every day, his uncle had droned, in his horrible voice that drags itself along like a drunken bee. Do you think I’m made of money? You can use that time to work in the shop.

Akechi had bowed, of course, and said yes, sir. He’s an old hand at eating shit by now. There are always different things they want him to do, different perfections he has to embody—whether to protect himself, or to keep his place, though these days he’s not stupid enough to expect that. Or just for practice, to entertain himself. Who cares if his plans are in pieces at his feet? If his father will never notice a boy with a public school education? Before long Akechi will be back in the city, and his old school will take him back; they’ll have to. He was one of the best students they had.

So: school every day. Homework in his lunch hour, and self-study too, because he’s getting more and more behind; his uncle has cut his cram school days to two plus weekends, even though Akechi gets a subsidised place by now—what? you don’t need to go every day, who do you think you are?—because he wants him to work in the shop, even though the only thing Akechi wants to do with fruits, or vegetables, or the customers, for that matter, is to hurl them repeatedly at the wall until they stick.

It’s not like he has outlandish plans—be the best, get into the best high school he can, study law, go into politics, destroy his evil father. A whole lot of boys all across Japan have those ambitions—with the possible exception of the last; a whole lot of boys starting from a much higher place than he is.

But almost none of Akechi’s relatives understand that those things are important. They want him to stay quiet, stay out of the way. Work in the shop, clean the house or car, run errands—and when he does all those things with a smile, they ignore him, just like when he brings home perfect report cards. Eat less, like he’s not two years into puberty. Sleep less restlessly with the TV blaring and the family yelling at each other around him. Little things like that. And none of them have been interested in him at all. More like the money they can pull in, for fostering a child.

Isn’t it all that way, though? The teachers at school—aren’t they in it for what they can get, as well? Even the ones who encourage Akechi, who seem to care if he does well—they don’t care about him. They just get points for helping him. They’re graded on performance, like Akechi’s graded on his schoolwork. Like the customers who walk into the shop and smile at him in his green apron—so young, so cute, so well-turned-out!—while Akechi stands there bowing and irasshaimaseing, and he helps them with their purchases and tells them what’s in season (because of course he knows), when all he wants to do is tell them that they sound like toads, or that their children are ugly, or that he hopes the carrots and lotus roots he’s exquisitely bagging up give them cancer. Little things like that. Beautiful smile, best bow, hand them the bag with both hands, thinking to himself the whole time, I hope your faces rot off.

Eventually it becomes routine, like all the other roles he’s played, all the other boys his so-called family have expected him to be. He doesn’t know why they haven’t stuck him in a home. Shame, probably; his extended family continue to scrape by in various parts of the city, and some aunt or uncle or cousin can always be guilted into taking on the shameful burden he is. At least for a couple of weeks at a time. By now, Akechi is the best houseguest in the world.

.

He’s still top of the class, through his own refusal to give up and his year at a private school, more than through the hands of any god. He has his own space, the attic above the tiny flat above the shop; he’s cleaned it up as best he can, and propped his futon on pallets so nothing can get in his hair. It doesn’t matter that the attic is unheated; he only sleeps up there. Everything is under control.

By now, he quite enjoys working in the shop. You’re such a good boy, croons an old lady in the shop, seeing her feckless grandson, probably. And of course Akechi smiles and thanks her, he has a gift for bullshitting, he’s a born salesman; at this point he thinks half of these women only come in to talk to him. Just to offer him a few words of impersonal praise, and spend all their money on salad or fruit or mushrooms they don’t need.

They don’t know him. They don’t ask his name. He’s playing a role, again, an actor on a stage. But he feels warm when they praise him, when they talk about how hard he works. Even while he’s cursing them in his head, those curses have no power, because someone has noticed him. Just like when his teachers praise him, even though their praise means less than shit, and only the weight of numbers, accumulating week after week like grains of sand, means a damn thing.

He’s not allowed to use the front entrance to the shop. But when he passes it, he sees the sign: 八百屋, yaoya, “eight-hundred-things shop”: greengrocer. He remembers, dimly, reading it over and over, for a woman with long fingernails and no face, a cloud of perfume with legs.

.

At school, he has more friends than ever, at least in general terms. He’s friendly and makes jokes; he’s confident and laughs at himself; he draws a crowd and people like him, because if you don’t get good at making connections, when you constantly move from place to place, you drown. Of course, there are the few who really hate him, who glare when he passes and would push him just to see him fall. Akechi is friendly to them when necessary, like he is to everyone. But he marks them in his head to be wrecked, when the opportunity and the excuse arise. People with grudges are so easy. Mind you, he thinks that about everyone.

He doesn’t know what he’d be, if he couldn’t charm a crowd. Probably one of those scruffy animals who sulk at the edge of class, who get sent home for having their hair dyed blond or blue or pink, who scowl like they’re on to society, but too stupid to fight it. That will never be Akechi, just because he can lie with his whole face and body, and make people like him. If he’s polished, and cute, and accomplished; if he lies fluently and makes others feel good about themselves, they have no idea he’s some leader’s castoff child. They don’t know he’s parentless and unwanted, that he’s only ever had a mother. They accept him for what he seems to be, for what he puts out into the world. Indeed, if he’s a good enough liar, then what he says goes, doesn’t it? The stories he tells about himself decide the truth.

At least, until somebody asks for his papers. Which are registered at his grandparents’ house, the one place, sometimes, he thinks he has never stayed at, never visited. One child, mother only (deceased), no father: his existence is a stain not only on his missing father’s life, not only on his own life, but on his grandparents’ lives. His grandparents, that he’s never met. A stain that can’t be erased even if he dies. Because Japanese society is simply that rotten.

So if he wants to get off on a few worthless old ladies cooing over him, who gives a shit, exactly? Nobody knows about it, nobody can see through him because nobody sees. They see what they expect to see, they hear what they expect to hear, and if you understand that….

Well, you can do anything. Can’t you?

.

The thing is, Akechi is smart enough to know he’s not unique. But he’s also sure he has insights nobody else could possibly have. Nobody has ever wanted him; that’s just a fact. His mother must have wanted him, or she wouldn’t have kept him, but she also didn’t want him enough to stick around. All the family he’s been landed on—nothing he could do was ever enough for any of them. He’s exceptional, and he’s still never good enough to break through the wall of their indifference.

And it’s not even just his family. All of Japanese society is the problem. Lies and smiles and formal language, all hiding uninterest and self-interest. A fixation on blood children and propriety that means children like him rot, an empty box on a family register and a woman leaving home alone enough to tarnish a whole family for life. It’s all rotten to the core.

And nobody who didn’t live it would even notice. Because nobody cares about anything they don’t have to.

Even the lies he tells others are society’s fault. He hasn’t done anything wrong, has he? He’s great at being anyone at all, other than himself. A walking hall of mirrors and masks that’s sometimes labelled Akechi-kun, sometimes tenin-kun—“Master Shop Assistant”—far, far less frequently Goro-kun, and typically these days at home a curt Hey, you.

[kkanabel]

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march 3rd, 2020 ( chapter 1 , week 1 )

[ 9 : 24 am ]

After hearing about the Diamond Princess cruise ship fiasco last month, cruises weren't sounding so appealing anymore. 

Ironically, just a week before news broke that the Japanese government would start testing all 3,011 passengers on the Diamond Princess, you were looking at cruise ship websites and debating on whether or not to buy a weeklong getaway for yourself this upcoming spring.

"An influencer needs her beach photos," you thought. Of course, this was only an excuse to spend a filthy amount of money on a vacation.

You had brushed off the Coronavirus situation at first, but after the school closings, fear swirled in your stomach like a middle-aged lady's wine on a Tuesday morning. 

It's a little too easy to start worrying about your parents living in the Nerima Ward of Tokyo. Sure, there haven't been any cases in that particular ward yet, but older people are always at risk when it comes to sickness. You've already called them twice this morning. Once was to ensure that they had been disinfecting every single public surface they so much as breathe near; the second was to say "Never mind, just please don't go outside. I'll pay a person to send you groceries."

 Your parents scoffed and told you that they would be fine. In return, you scoffed and sent them a person for groceries anyway.

Of course, they later complained about "the freshness of the bean sprouts", but you could care less.

But for now, you brush your worries away. As businesses and schools are closing down, there's a very clear opportunity to grab more views and possibly grow your following.

You'll text the group chat about it.

-10 minutes later-

Businesses around Shinjuku were all closing down, and it included the local 7-Eleven that Hinata worked at and the sports store that Kageyama worked at. Because of this, you, Hinata, Kageyama, and Oikawa are all in the large apartment, lazing around.

You had previously been in the living room, but the bickering from Hinata and Kageyama got too annoying. Oikawa learned his lesson weeks ago when he had been caught up in the fighting between the two. The concussion he received took two weeks to heal. So, he enclosed himself in the master bedroom of the apartment shared between you four. 

Since all of you recently moved in, the bedroom in question had been a hot topic among your conversations with your current roommates. The room was oddly shaped--having acute and obtuse-angled corners instead of the usual ninety-degree corners that rooms tend to have. However, Oikawa being Oikawa, he was split between two things important to him: the biggest room or the normally-shaped room?

He would exclaim, "What kind of room is a triangle!?" between mutters of "What would I put in the corners?"

In the end, he decided on extravagance.

Inside the master bedroom contained the largest walk-in closet of the four bedroom apartment, which belonged to Hinata. While it seems confusing that a closet would belong to Hinata when the actual bedroom is Oikawa's... well, it is confusing, because Hinata put an entire extra-soft mattress into the walk-in closet and calls it his "room". He claims it is more comfortable, but also complains about hitting his head on the built-in shelves of the closet at night.

Anyway, you're currently sitting on your sheet-less bed, editing a video set to come out tomorrow. Because of coronavirus, you're planning on releasing double the amount of videos you normally do. The one coming out tomorrow is one for your vlog channel--sincerelyhoe. 

You'd only started your YouTube channel a couple years ago, so the entirety of it was still relatively new to you. Of course, you had down all the core steps of video and content creation, and you even had a built-in YouTuber friend group! But as you thought about it, you realized that you haven't really had the full experience of being a YouTuber yet. Things like going to VidCon, getting cancelled, moving to Los Angeles, becoming completely stuck-up, having forums dedicated to hate towards you, and having children only to fully integrate them into a vlogging YouTube channel while basically using them as a money-making machine haven't been checked off the list yet. 

Obviously, one of those things on that list is definitely preferred over all the others. But either way, the point is that you haven't had the full experience of YouTuber life.

But honestly, things are great the way they're going right now. You moved in with your best friends, you get free food, and you have extremely supportive and sweet subscribers. The place you live now is basically the best apartment anybody could dream of for someone in their early twenties. It wouldn't be horrible if you just lived your life like this until your eighties. 

You're able to take in the entirety of the Shibuya cityscape from your bedroom in the shared high-rise apartment. It was a good choice to live on the 21st floor. You quickly open up the window to take in a deep breath of air, and then you take a photo for Instagram like the basic bitch you are.

As lunch time rolled around, so did Osamu, carrying three extra-large tote bags filled to the brim over to your apartment. Osamu placed his bags on your kitchen counter and started washing vegetables.

You immediately got to work as well, grabbing the cutting board and peeling the potatoes and carrots. "So, you're finally fully moved-in? Took you long enough," Osamu mutters whilst cutting up the potatoes you'd just finished peeling.

Rolling your eyes at him, you scoffed. "Well, it's because the three other gremlins that live here kept distracting me when I supposed to be moving in. They insisted on going out to eat almost every day!"

Osamu placed the cut potatoes into a bowl to save them for later. "Pft, I guess they were really excited to have you move in. Maybe I should move in, too." The following sound of him chopping the carrots was crunchy and satisfying.

"There's enough guys here already. Plus, wouldn't Atsumu be lonely?" You grabbed a couple cloves of garlic to mince. 

Osamu, in response, sighed. "Today, that bitch kept whining because places are closing around town and he hasn't been able to book any photoshoots." 

After the garlic was fully minced, you placed them into a small bowl for Osamu to use later. "If you start living here, you're going to experience just as much chaos. Actually, I think it'll be worse. Shoyo-kun and Tobio-kun have at least three arguments on a good day." You look out the window across from your kitchen for a moment, thinking. "Well, if you move in, you could move into my second closet..."

"Your second closet?" Despite his shock, he continued chopping the veggies. 

"Yes, my second closet."

In your shared four-bedroom apartment, you had an entire room to yourself just for clothes.

Well, in actuality, the room was used for all sorts of your YouTuber needs. Both you and Oikawa filmed clothing videos in there, and Kageyama and Hinata occasionally used it as a new backdrop for their mukbangs.

But Osamu didn't question your second closet. When he saw your previous apartment, it was filled to the brim with clothes. It was all a mixture of the clothes you were designing yourself, clothes sent to you from different brands, and your personal collection from shopping. Your online name, "hoeforclothes" is named that way for a reason.

"...Does your second closet have any room for me to sleep there?" 

"If you want to sleep on top a couple dressers and clothing racks, yeah!"

The conversation cuts short when Osamu's phone gets assaulted by a large number of notifications.

When he picks it up and smiles while reading the texts, you start giving him the all-knowing smirk. "Ooooooh, did Osamu start talking to somebody?"

He flashes you a warning glare before looking back to his phone. "No, one of my friends is complaining about my brother."

-video of the week-

-meanwhile-

"Omi-Omi, please open the door!" Atsumu cries as he bangs his head against Sakusa's door.

As he says that, his phone pings with a notification.

From: Omi-Omi

Fuck no. Stay away you human germ. And wear a fucking mask.

directory/m.list ⇦ previous chapter - next chapter ⇨

(a/n): the amount that hinata, kageyama, and osamu make is actually supposed to be about 1 billion yen a year-- not 100 billion yen. it was a typo lol

but it was still intended that y/n would be exaggerating. in actuality, they make ¥550 million (~4.6 million USD), which is still a lot. they still split it between the three, though (depending on how much work each person has put into a video)

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Part Ⅴ Escape - Chapter 2.5

♘ A Detective Must Be Armed ♘

3,842 Words

Mori didn’t even bother trying to cover himself once he knew he was found out. “He is going to die sooner or later, Osamu, you must be ready for that. Why keep him from having a poetic death, from having the peace he so wants?”

“He can have that while he’s alive.”

“If he truly wanted it, he would’ve left it, left you, but no. He’s a coward, that’s why he doesn’t kill. Having an attachment to him will only drag you down. And it will get him killed, painfully, and you will lose him, and it will be your fault. He’ll never leave you, you’re using him. Let him go. Then he can be free.”

But Dazai is a selfish bastard. “No.”

“Alright then, have it as you wish.”

Two weeks later, Dazai has everything arranged. Burnt hats, drugged wine, a car bomb. All ready to go at a moment's notice. Secret files relating to the Tripartite Framework, the brainchild of a man named Nastume, the only piece missing, one to rule the day. This is what Dazai tells Oda when he takes him to a small coffee shop in Nerima, Tokyo’s 20th ward. They need to be far away where no one in the Port Mafia can listen in.

“This is good, but I don’t want you to do it for me, I want you to do it for yourself. You don’t really want to leave Nakahara-san, do you?” He looks concerned.

“I don’t know, I just . . .”

��And so suddenly, I thought you liked him a lot?”

“I do . . . but have you ever seen the statistics?”

“On what?”

“Teen relationships. They rarely last more than 2 years. It’s been a year. And I’m me, it’s a miracle we’ve made it this long. He’s just going to leave me sooner or later.”

“Where did you read something like that?”

“Very reliable sources.” Dazai proclaims, taking a suspiciously long sip of his coffee.

Oda raises an eyebrow, “If it has pop-up adverts, it doesn't count.”

“Hmph! Pop-up adverts don’t make the information any less correct.”

“Maybe, and perhaps that is true, but if anyone is the exception, it’s you and Nakahara-san. I don’t want you to leave a place where you’re happy just for my sake. And don’t you dare use me as an excuse for sabotaging your first happy relationship! I won’t have it.”

Dazai looks down, choosing to watch his reflection in his drink rather than face Oda’s piercing eyes. He’s much more observant than he gives himself credit for.

“The end is inevitable, Odasaku. Instead of suffering and crying about it, I’d like to help you fulfil your life’s dream. Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

Oda considers it, and seeing he won’t change the younger boy’s mind, he nods.

“Yes, on one condition.”

“Anything for Odasaku.”

“You bring the Akutagawas along with us.”

Dazai tenses, “Why? Ryuunosuke belongs with the mafia, it’s the only place for someone like him. What would we do with his gift, with his urge to kill?”

“The urge to kill that you gave him. You owe this to him, Dazai.”

“He had it long before me. He’s angry at the world and he needs a place to get out that anger.”

“Exactly, with this so-called detective agency you propose we can give him a safe place to actually work out some of his many issues.”

Dazai frowns. “He and I are different. I know neither right nor wrong, it’s all the same. He has a sense of morals and chooses to rip, tear, and kill anyhow. He’s too far gone for help or to be of any use to us.”

Oda continues, determined, persisting. “Admit it Dazai, you know you owe it to him. I understand if you don’t feel sorry, not even a little bit. I understand if you’d do all the same again if you could, but he’s just a boy, like you. Like I was. Don’t you wish I’d gotten another chance, a shot at something better? Something more. It may not seem like it to you, but after all my years, 16 is still a baby. He’s not done, we can still save him. I want to save him. Maybe because I think it’ll redeem me, and maybe that’s even more selfish than leaving him, but please Dazai. Help me. Help me do the right thing. The boy deserves a second chance, even if you don’t think that you do. Help me save him.”

Oda appeals to Dazai’s affection for him, and it’s working.

‘I’m selfish Odasaku, far more than you. Don’t even think of calling yourself that when I’m the one seriously considering leaving a child to the wolves. I want it to just be us, no one else, certainly not from the mafia. All they’d be is a liability.’

“And if I don’t.”

“Then he dies,” Oda says with finality, his normally lively blue eyes taking on a pensive shade of grey. “A gruesome death probably. You’re the only one who’s accepted him. He sees everything in you. You’re like a saviour to him. You can’t just undo that. When you’re gone, he’ll be eaten alive by a world that’s never wanted him.”

“Saviour?” Dazai scoffs, “I’m his abuser. I can’t help it. That’s how one gets better, by being ripped apart and reassembled again. It’s the same for any mafioso. I am successful because I have nothing left to lose or gain. Once I am gone from his life, he can be free, if he wants. Maybe he will still choose vengeance. Maybe he’ll fall behind in his training. Maybe that’s what you want. Maybe it will be better if he’s tamed his anger, but I promise you that he will never be tamed so long as he’s in my presence. He strives to improve, for more violence because of me. Happy people, people content with themselves do not kill. If you want him to be happy then you should want him as far from me as possible.”

“We should at least take Gin,” Oda says a little defeated, only poking at his food now. He knows Dazai has a point.

“No, their brother would never let them leave him. It’s both or neither.”

“Fair, but it has to be you asking, it won’t sound sincere otherwise.”

“ . . . Fine. I made you a promise. I intend to keep it. If this is what you want, I’ll ask, but you have to come with me, and if he doesn’t want to leave, we go alone.”

“Deal.”

-

The train ride back is quiet, the only event being a young spiky-haired boy knocking into Dazai and another young man, in a rush not to miss the train.

“Sorry, my big bro’s on here! I got lost and I can’t let him leave without me!”

A few minutes later a tall man with the same spiky hair brings back the boy to apologise to the people he disturbed, only to be waved away by the young blond man whom he knocked into Dazai. He scowls.

“I am studying. I have no time for your apologies, you’ve already put me a minute behind schedule.”

The big brother looks a bit shocked but says nothing, leading the boy away.

“What a big grumpy meanie!” Dazai hears the kid mutter.

-

They arrive back at the Port Mafia’s headquarters at 14:00. The afternoon is a stormy grey, the colour of Chuuya’s eyes. Dazai keeps his eyes on the ground. 

He and Oda find the siblings in the training room. They bow when they see Dazai, immediately wary.

“Akutagawa-kun, Gin-chan, do you like the Port Mafia? Honest answers only please~”

The siblings stare wide-eyed.

“W-what do you mean, Dazai-san?”

“I mean, do you truly enjoy your work here, how it makes you feel and what it does to others? Or are you only here because I brought you? If you answer yes to the former then my next question has no relevance.”

There’s a long beat of silence, a whole note, a measure, a song.

Dazai can see the questions in their eyes: ‘If we say no, will we be punished? Will it change how you treat us? Will it make you think us useless? Will you push us even harder? I’m not sure how much more I can take.’

“If you say yes, then you’ll never have to deal with me again.”

Oda looks at Dazai, shaking his head. Dazai knows exactly what he’s doing.

‘It’s a tempting offer . . . too tempting. There’s more to this. What isn’t he saying?’ Akutagawa narrows his eyes, thinking carefully over his answer. ‘I do like it here, it’s the closest thing to a home I’ll ever have after everything. I shouldn’t fear Dazai so much, he gave me all this. It’s ungrateful to want out, to fear for the life of my sibling, their purity. They can handle themselves doubting them is disrespectful but . . . I fear myself. I fear what I'll become without Dazai-san. I need a routine. I fear being weak. He is my solution. And I need him, what would I do without him. Without his training I’d be weak. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want him to leave. My reliance on him is weak. He can’t! . . . But what do I say to make him stay that won’t make him think I’m whiny and useless? . . . Gin! Gin should get another chance at least. They’ll hate me for speaking on their behalf, but . . .'

So he puts on a show, stomping his foot. ‘I will make Dazai-san stay! I will. But can I go without Gin?’

In all his life Akutagawa Ryuunosuke has never been elegant. There is nothing elegant about him, from his birth to his running away and joining the mafia. He could have been, yes, he has that air about him, and his uncle, a scholar, surely would have taught him if he had gotten the chance, but he didn’t. So now, he stands in front of the man he most wants to think well of him, almost more than his own mother, unsure of what to say. What are the right words? 

When Gin starts to speak their brother cuts them off. “I hate it here! I cry every night! I want to be good, but I stay because of Gin. They love it here!”

The words come out so intense, like hot coals, but even louder than his shout is what goes unsaid. The silent cry rings out through the space. ‘They don’t need you, they don’t need to see you ever again, but I do. Stay away from them! This is all I know. Please don’t leave me!’

‘Jesus, he’s just a boy. . . . What did you do to him, Dazai?’ Oda looks to the young executive, worrying what he’ll do next.

Dazai strides forward, grabbing Akutagawa’s chin, finger pressing too hard. “My, my, Akutagawa, still just as poor at deception as the day I found you eating rats in those woods.”

“Dazai.” Oda says the name in vain.

Dazai continues, his voice a soft sort of violence, a gently dangerous drawl in Akutagawa’s ear. “If you’re so pathetic at lying, just tell the truth. You want me to stay don’t you?”

Akutagawa makes no sound. In the 16-year-old’s eyes, Dazai sees someone even more familiar to him than himself. Mori Ougai. So human, so dark and twisted, a monster. Dazai strives to become inhuman and instead has become painfully, and brutally human, the worst kind. The kind that feels so deeply, the kind that feels so much, anger, rage, fear, (at himself), when all Dazai wants is to feel nothing at all.

He squeezes the boy’s chin until his finger quivers and his knuckles are white and Akutagawa’s eyes water. He hates himself. He hates that this boy has made him see himself, hates that he’s shown him that becoming inhuman is impossible. His reflection makes him nauseous.

He stops squeezing, hands aching and places his hands on Akutagawa’s shoulders instead, fighting the urge, the instinct he's not sure when he developed (inhuman things aren’t supposed to have instincts.) to dig his nails in.

“Why? Are you a masochist? Are you sick like me? Twisted like me? Have I done this to you? Why do you want me to stay when I only hurt you, push you, violently beat you with your own ability? If that's the case then you might be beyond saving, hmm?”

“Dazai.” But neither of the two hear Oda. Gin stares on without words. They’ve been training with Ozaki-san since they joined the mafia and have heard of Dazai’s tactics, but never seen them in person. 

‘Ozaki-san’s torture squad is one thing but this . . . Is this what my brother has endured silently for so long?’

Words are failing him again and Akutagawa hates it. “I-I . . . You taught me never to be weak . . . and without you . . . I am weak. I do not want to be weak!”

“Oh, so that’s it.” Dazai’s tone is empty. He knows and knows and knows.

“I want to train so I will not be weak, for that I need you.”

After a moment, Dazai says, “I’m glad you’ve finally admitted that. It seems you’ve finally unlocked your ambition. You’ve learnt the most important lesson. You are weak. You are from gutters, waste and ruin. You must have ambition, it is the only thing you have. Do not allow your sibling to take that away.”

“Dazai!”

“And you must never have pride. Pride limits your options, a mafioso must never have things he won’t do. Someone as lowly as you must learn how to get what you require any way you can, that includes begging, a skill you seem to suddenly have come upon. Begging does not make you weak, you cannot possibly get any weaker, it makes you cunning, and manipulative. Tell me Akutagawa-kun, . . . how does it feel to be as awful as me?”

Dazai drops his hands and walks to Gin. Akutagawa follows his movements with wide eyes. The words are cruel, Dazai knows, but he’s filled with so much hate, mostly for himself that the words bubble up like sticky tar.

‘This is what I wanted, isn’t it? So why does it feel so . . . heavy.’ Akutagawa finds his coat suddenly weighs a thousand pounds.

“Gin-chan, you don’t love it here, no?”

“I-” under the weight of Dazai’s gaze they have no choice but the truth. Just as it’s about to force its way painful up their throat, Oda smiles at them from behind Dazai. “I am lonely. I don’t know anyone but my brother. I don’t mind the training, and I do this because I am good at it, but I guess if I was good at something else then I would like that too. I would like some friends. I think I would like it more if I had friends and because this is probably all I’ll get to be good at since we’re all alone. I am loyal to the mafia, you don’t have to worry.”

(A/N: Not @ author-san with the Gin / Kyouka parallel. I had to edit this because I think I accidentally tagged someone when I was trying to refer to myself, the author, in a humourous way, so if I did sorry. This is sooo embarrasing 😳 ahhh social anxiety go brrr!)

In the face of their sincerity, their face painted by things they’ve had to do so young in life, the things they’ve lost, Dazai sees Chuuya. He wished Chuuya could’ve had something better. But Gin isn’t Chuuya, and helping them won’t help Chuuya. He struggles to find sympathy for them.

As he searches for the foreign feeling, everyone holds their breath. Fortunately, he is a better actor than Akutagawa. His deception makes him sick.

‘Like a pitcher plant, using sweet words to lure them in. At least Mori never lied about the awful side of things.’

He bends down, careful, too gentle and they’ll get spooked and scamper off into the darkness again. 

‘Oda should be doing this.’

“Are you afraid for your brother? What will become of him if I go? What he will do if I stay?”

Gin whispers out a small “Yes.”

“Hmm, then we have ourselves a conundrum. I cannot stay. I am bound by the dream of my friend, here, Odasaku-san, but I would hate to lose such a fine asset, one Mori-san hardly deserves.”

Gin looks wary, cringing away as Dazai describes her brother. Asset.

Dazai smiles, a patronising twist to his lips, but even that doesn’t hide the emptiness. “You see Mori is the one who set all of this up. He wants something called a special ability permit, and to get it he must prove his usefulness. The easiest way to do that was to eliminate mimic . . . using Odasaku, without a care for his or his children’s death. Luckily Oda survived, but that’s why we’re leaving. You may stay with the child slaughterer if you wish, it’s of no bearing to me. I’m sure I’ll find a fine replacement quickly enough.”

Both Akutagawas flinch at this. 

‘Leaving? Going where? Leaving us? To do what? Who will be his replacement!? Will we be replaced’ The eldest Akutagawa’s mind races.

“Leaving?” asks Gin, too stunned to make much sense of Dazai’s words.

“Yes, Dazai-san wishes to start a detective agency,” Oda explains, hoping to comfort the young teens who suddenly remind him so much of his orphans. “And he’s- I am asking you to be a part of it, a chance to get away from this dark, death-filled place.”

No one says a word. Oda grows more desperate as the silence stretches on.

When he speaks, his voice cracks with emotion, memories of childish laughter flash behind his closed lids, tears escaping and fleeing down his cheeks, “Please, come with us. I can’t let any more children die.”

“Well, there we have it! The perfect compromise, you get to leave the Port mafia but stay with me. Wonderful, isn’t it.” Dazai’s voice, akin to the hosts of those nauseating day-time game shows, is light but his expression is dark, gaze sharp enough to cut through Akutagawa and then some. “So, what do you say?”

Gin turns to their brother, knowing he will follow wherever they go, “I . . . must make this choice for you, brother. Dazai-san, if you are unhappy and my brother wishes to be where you are then I cannot allow myself to hold him back. I won’t. Ryuu, I am sorry. I know you think you’ve found a place here, so please forgive me, but I fear every day for your health and what Mother and Uncle will think of us when we reunite with them, so I will go. ”

The eldest Akutagawa stares at his sibling, the person who means the world to him. Looking into their eyes is as if a door to a long-forgotten world has been opened, light seeping through.

‘I had forgotten the possibility of ever seeing mother again. Is that what Gin was hanging onto all this time? . . . Hope? Is that what I am missing? But how can one have hope in a world like this? Gin was my world before the Port mafia was. I can be anywhere as long as they are happy. But can I trust this Oda-san to keep Dazai from hurting Gin? If this is what they want I have to, I have no choice but to follow. I must honour the promise I made to Uncle to protect my sibling. I will protect my sibling! For their sake . . . I will go.’

So holding a picture of Gin, healthy and smiling in his mind, he makes his choice. Not for Dazai, for his siblings.

“I will follow you anywhere, Dazai-san, no matter what! Even as you hurt me it only makes me stronger. I will not be weak, even if I have to beg for my last ounce of strength I will carry on under your teachings.”

‘Ugh, he’ll surely be a pain to get rid of. He’s going to follow me around like a puppy to keep me from thinking he only left because of Gin. I’d best leave him to Oda.’

“That’s it then. Pack. We leave at noon tomorrow?”

The siblings nod and scatter, their steps silent.

“Noon?” Oda asks when they’ve gone.

“Yes, in broad daylight Mori-san will have much greater difficulty sending his forces after us if he even bothers. But I don’t think he will. He knows how firm I am in my decisions. The only variable here is Nakahara-kun.”

“Nakahara-kun . . .” Oda is taken aback at the formal address of his senior’s (former?) boyfriend.

‘This must be his way of distancing himself, just as Ango-kun did. Poor kid. He can never have anything good, can he? Is all of this just pointless after all, what when bad fortune seems to follow him like a black cloud, forever chained to his side as if it doesn’t want to be with him either? An eternal bond that punishes both. Am I just setting us both up for failure by going along with this? I trust Dazai-san, of course, I do, but this may be beyond both of our control . . .’

Dazai shrugs noncommittally, pressing the button for the lift. “Yes. As predictable as he is, if he does decide to come after me himself, out of anger or . . . something else, then he could cause us quite a bit of trouble, giving away our location with his destructive tendencies at the very least.”

Oda offers no response, trying to think of the right thing to say in the odd situation, but Dazai continues anyway. “Ah . . . Nakahara-kun, always defying the odds.” he chuckles darkly, but with more humour than Oda has seen from him in the past week, “That’s why Ranpo finds him to be such a pain when he has to take an extra few seconds to account for all of Ch- Nakahara-kun’s potential actions. It sure would be nice to have Ranpo on hand, but alas he’d never betrayed The Silver Wolf.”

Oda listens silently as Dazai thinks aloud, a verbal display of crumbling love.

As the lift descends Dazai continues to ponder, “I wonder what Nakahara-kun will choose. Whatever he assumes will cause me the greatest pain, most likely. Vengeful dog. Attacking me or not following me at all. Either way, it hardly matters anymore. You needn’t worry Odasaku, I will have no second thoughts. There is nothing in the mafia for me anymore.”

“Nothing? What about the other executives, you’re close to them, right?”

“They’re all adults, they’ll be fine.”

“And Nakahara-san?”

“It’d be generous of me to call Nakahara-kun a fling, sure, it was fun to play with him, like a little toy dog but someone so short could never reach my heart.”

‘It’s barely been 14 days. All I heard from him was “Chuuya this” and “Chuuya that” for months before they got together, and after too. Who does “Mr. Demon-Prodigy” think he’s fooling?’

“And if he disagrees?”

“Don’t be stupid Odasaku. He feels the same as I do, and if not he will soon. I’ve made sure of it, can’t have him lingering around, that’s what the car bomb is for.”

‘There’s no winning this argument is there? Well, it’s not like Nakahara-san will come with us.’

The lift dings with finality and they step out, parting ways to make arrangements and pack their meagre belongings.

‘It’s as that old submarine captain in that movie said then, isn’t it? There’s no going back.’

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Je ne comprends pas certaines choses, mais...

Both Ranma 1/2 and Magic Kaito's manga started in 1984, and they both take place in the Nerima ward of Tokyo (Ekoda's on the edge of Nerima, but still in Nerima).

They're very easy to put together. Akako's magic and the magic of Pandora would fit right in in Ranma 1/2.

You know, a while ago I read a chapter in pivx of Kaito x Aoko where it was a semi-crossover story of Ranma 1/2 where Kaito knew that Aoko had been obsessed with the old anime and he didn't know why until he saw that one of the chapters Aoko's favorite is when Ranma tells Akane that she is cute when she smiles and there she realizes that Aoko likes that chapter because Ranma's voice is identical to Kaito's unfortunately I can't find the fanfic

But this made me imagine what the coexistence of the cast of Ranma 1/2 and Magic Kaito would be like? Would it be possible for them to live together at the same time? Because if I remember correctly, Ranma takes place in the 80s and Magic Kaito, well, I don't know if it's worth the same as in Detective Conan they adapted everything to the current time.

Quizás por uno de los artefactos mágicos del Maestro Happosai o por un hechizo de Akako o por una rara joya que Kaito ha robado del elenco de Ranma y medio viaje al mundo de Magia Kaito o al revés, pero ¿qué tan extraño será ver en la ciudad de Beika a un niño que se transforma en niña o a un hombre que se transforma en panda? ¿O qué tan extraño será ver en Nerima a un tipo extraño que puede imitar la cara de quien (si no tenemos en cuenta los capítulos no canónicos) robe una joya que da la inmortalidad?

Sabes que mientras escribo esto recordé un fanfic inacabado de hace años donde la madre de Aoko era estudiante de Genma Saotome y que había comprometido a Aoko con Ranma antes de nacer en esta historia si recuerdo correctamente Ginzo parece ser el único cuerdo y también parece estar divorciado de ella.

aaaaah it seems that since the Ranma 1/2 remake was released I haven't stopped comparing it and thinking about hypothetical situations related to magic Kaito

[heiseidominantation]

Heisei Dominantation 02 Author Notes and Special Illustration

Creator: ▶ Zips

It's Zips here.

Finally, the final episode has arrived…!

Everyone, please read it carefully…

Thank you very much!!

Written by: ▶ Kazuaki Emoto

I live in Nerima Ward, Tokyo.

My hobbies are traveling and playing port games.

The story is finally at its best.

Don't miss Haku and the others' choice!

[milky-mink]

Nanny

Yandere Izana with a Nanny Darling

Disclaimer: Middle-aged but DILF Izana

TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Drugging, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Mind Break

You anxiously looked over your wristwatch for the seventh time as you waited for the bus to stop at your place. “Come on, I don’t want to be late, '' you thought as you looked over again to the road. There was no vehicle in sight; you then grumbled under your breath. You’ve woken up early and got dressed and even set extra timers for this day. You really couldn’t afford to lose this job since it was the only one that offered excellent pay, and it had employment benefits such as vacation days, extra pay, and even dental plans, which is a far cry compare to your previous jobs, even those that had a decent salary but had a terrible working time and fewer employment benefits. But even then, you really can’t enjoy it because you have somehow gotten fired so suddenly by your employer.

Ever since you graduated from college, it's been hard to get a job or stay there for a long time. Hell, you’ve even tried to apply at a fast-food joint, but you still got rejected, saying that you were overqualified for the job and that it would be a hassle to pay you. That is why you are desperate to arrive on time for this job. Because of your bad luck with your employment, you had been struggling with your budget for months and if you bust this job, your landlord might as well kick you out due to your overdue payment in your apartment. 

And you feared that happening since you really didn’t have any family member to take you in, much less a close friend that would do it for you. If you couldn’t keep this job, you were surely going to be homeless next week. 

As you mulled over your terrible situation, you suddenly heard a bus coming your way, which snapped you out of your train of thought. “Oh, finally,” you thought as you waited for the bus to stop at your station. When the bus door opened, you quickly entered the vehicle and paid the toll on the machine near the bus driver. Seeing that you are the only one at the station, the bus driver quickly closed the door and drove off to the next bus stop. As you sit on the chair, you quickly pull up your phone and check again on the address that you were going to work at. The place is in Minato Ward in Tokyo, even though you are from Nerima, which is a little farther if you consider the distance of the wards. Despite that, a thirty-minute train ride would be a slight inconvenience to you compared to a lifetime of regret if you don’t take this job, which you desperately need right now. 

When the bus finally stopped at the train station, you swiftly exited the bus and entered the train station. You then pull out your phone, which had your IC card on its back, which thankfully still had some balance on it. You then quickly swipe it on the turnstile and run on the platform to wait for the train, to your luck is arriving shortly at the train station. When the train car’s doors open, you shoved yourself into the small crowd who are entering the train. Even though the train is quite packed with passengers, you thankfully found a spot to sit on and relax until you’ve arrived at your stop, which is about thirty minutes if you estimated the time. It would be very painful for your feet if you had to stand for half an hour in the same place.

 As you wait for your stop, you pull out your phone again and read the job that you are going to have. It is basically becoming a nanny for a single father that lived alone with his son. Apparently, your employer, Mister Kurokawa, wanted to hire a nanny who has a college degree that involves working with younger children. Luckily for you, you just got your degree in early childhood education last year. Honestly, it was god-sent when you found this job ad while scrolling down through countless job sites on your phone, and it was a miracle when you were quickly accepted by your employer after sending your application online for just a few hours of sending it to them. Honestly, you thought that your employer would not even look at your application. You were just a fresh college graduate with little experience. Don’t even ask about your job history, which is a mess itself. Your job requirement is simple really: take care of the child as best as you can while simultaneously stimulating his capacity for learning and mobility. Which is the usual requirement for most of your previous jobs already. Your employer also sent you information that involves his son. He’s eight months old and dubbed ‘high maintenance’ by his father endearingly. His baby is very dexterous for his age and drinks more milk than a normal baby.

The baby was also very touchy especially to those who they have bonded with the most, which was very usual for babies his age. Mister Kurokawa had also sent you a few pictures of his baby, which were very adorable. Some of them were his baby wearing various colorful onesies, while others were him getting fed by him or his baby doing baby things. It made you hopeful of staying on the job for a long time, or at least a few years, since you are going to teach and raise his baby for quite a long time, and you can finally use your degree in something that you are really passionate about, which was a win-win situation for you honestly. Even if your situation is finally looking up, dread still lingers in your mind, since you have a sequence of bad luck on jobs. What if this also applies to your current one? What if in less than a month, something would happen and your employer, just like your previous one, would sack you quickly because of a reason that is out of your control or was just a small mistake. That really made you nervous, making your palms sweat. 

But you shook away those thoughts, wanting to distract yourself from your past. Maybe that this would be different from your past employment since you can only focus on one person and have fewer demands compared to your previous jobs. And besides, you can now actually focus on a child instead of taking care of many without addressing their individual needs. Even though you love your previous experience with some of your previous jobs, it irked you that you can’t focus on a child’s problem without another one taking your attention, making the previous child feel ignored. You love the job really, but sometimes, it could get really demanding not only on your responsibilities but also the children that demand total attention from you. 

As you pondered more about your situation, your train stopped and announced that you’ve arrived at the station that is your stop. You got up and exited the train car before looking at the address on your phone; the place that you were going to work at is a little bit far away from the station, but nonetheless, you then swiftly walk towards the exit and walk to your destination. As you walk towards the place, you somehow got lost. It’s your first time in Minato since you’ve never been in this ward of Tokyo before. You bit your lip anxiously while looking again at Google Maps; you have somehow got lost and even an app that could provide your location and ways couldn’t even help you. How screwed up does your luck have to be when it comes to your employment? Just as when you are about to call your employer for directions, you suddenly bump into someone. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said in a concerned tone as you looked over at who you’ve bumped into. The man was shorter than you. He had healthy-looking tan skin and silky white hair. His eyes were a rare orchid shade, and his face looked like it belonged to one of those foreign models in magazines. His muscles are obvious as he wore a white turtleneck shirt and black baggy pants. “No worries, I’m okay - how about you?” he asked as he looked up at you, which made you lightly blush. 

You can’t help but look away in embarrassment. “A-ah, I’m alright, s-sorry for bumping into you,” you stutter, not looking down to meet his gaze. You heard him chuckle in amusement, which made you kind of embarrassed, to be honest. 

“Ah, are you lost? You seem anxious while looking down at your phone. Did something happen to you?” 

You hear him ask. 

You finally look back at him and shyly nod at his question, flustered by how obvious you are, but at the same time, flattered by the person’s concern for you. “U-uhm, it's actually kinda funny really, I have a new workplace at this ward and I- I don’t really know the place, so I use Google Maps and still I’m lost” you mumbled, ashamed of your current situation. As you twirled your fingers, trying to calm down, you saw the man then tilt his head for a moment but then smile at you, “I’m familiar with this place, so how about I point you in the right direction?” he offered, you then looked back at him, eyes widening in surprise. 

You thanked the man for his help and apologized again before showing him the address of the place. When you show it to him, to your surprise, he just giggles and then looks at you. “I never thought that I would bump into you, Miss (L/N).” 

Your eyes winded, realizing who he is. “M-mister Kurokawa, I-I’m sorry,” you hurriedly said and quickly gave him a low bow. As you looked down at the pavement, you heard an amused chuckle coming from him. 

“No worries, Miss (L/N), no need for bowing”. As you heard those words, you looked back at him. Straightening your posture, you smiled, “Thank you for your consideration, Mister Kurokawa, I’m sorry that I have to meet you this way.” 

He waved it off and offered to walk you back to his place, which you quickly agreed to. While walking together, you can’t help but to be embarrassed inside, why does it have to be this way to meet your boss? “Oh my god, I hope that he isn’t angry,” you thought as you thought about your earlier interaction. 

When the two of you arrived at a rather slick-looking building, it was one of the few skyscrapers in the area, and it looks like it was rather well guarded for some reason. As the two of you entered the building, various people in formal attire bowed down at Mister Kurokawa, welcoming him back. Their action made you nervous, terrible thoughts swirled in your mind as you realized what kind of person is your employer. Obviously, he was a very important person, maybe an owner of a large company or an heir, since he looks too young to be the owner. When the two of you entered the elevator, you kept a polite distance from him, not wanting to make yourself look unprofessional like your previous actions made you seem. You needed to show him just how capable you were to be hired for this job and your previous stuttering didn’t help you gain that image; you hoped that for the next few days, your image in his mind would improve once you’d shown your capabilities on handling your job. 

The elevator stopped and opened its doors, revealing a long hallway that led to an enormous door, which had a security camera in front of it. The two of you walked up to that door, which quickly opened once the camera recognized your employer’s face. After you entered the gate, the two of you walked into another hallway that had another elevator, which would most likely be the way towards Mister Kurokawa’s home. The two of you entered that elevator and waited for a few moments before finally arriving at his home, which is a penthouse above this building. 

“Oh wow,” you thought as you marveled at the view of the skyscraper. The place overlooked every building in Minato, even the other skyscrapers. You could also look down to see the Tokyo Tower, which was very fascinating. You snapped out of your wonder and looked back at your employer, who was walking around the main building of the penthouse. The two of you entered a glass door that slid open, welcoming you to his house. As you expected, everything looks meticulously placed and designed as if it catered to your boss’s taste, which is most likely the case. The two of you then walked down a hallway, passing by rooms and glass windows that overlooked the gardens and surprisingly a tea house surrounded by a stunning chaniwa garden. The two of you then walked up to a stair which led to the second floor of the house, there you could see that the place has fewer rooms, but it is evidently the most used floor since this would probably be the place where the baby and your boss’s room was located. 

The two of you then walked down to a door with a colorful out-of-place sign that said ‘Shinichiro’s Room’. Mister Kurokowa then opens the door, revealing an enormous room that is specifically made for a child. After he opened it, the two of you then heard a loud laughter of a baby, which quickly captured both of your attention. The two of you quickly walked up to the baby’s crib and saw him looking up at the two of you while playing with a small tiger toy. “Aw, your son is so cute Mr. Kurokawa,” you said as you looked at the baby, which is now confused as he focused his attention on you. “Please, call me Izana, Mister Kurokawa makes me feel old. " 

You looked at him. “Really? But you look like you're in your late twenties, surely you can’t be much older than that,” you said to him, confused by his statement. 

He looked at you for a moment but then let out a small titter. “Miss (L/N), I’m in my early forties, please don’t flatter me like this,” he said with a faint smile on his face. Your eyes winded, early forties? Holy hell, he looked so young!

“I-I meant it Mister- I mean Izana, you really looked younger compared to your actual age!” you exclaimed, bursting your words because of your nervousness. This caused your employer to giggle again before asking you to take a seat on the nearby chair to discuss your duties and responsibilities. The rules were simple really: take care of the child with great care, stimulate his mind and mobility as much as you can, feed him during a specific time period, and quickly change his diaper or clothes if there is even a small body fluid forming and most of all, don’t leave the penthouse without Izana coming back home.

“I assume that this would be simple for you, Miss (L/N)?” he asked, looking up at you. 

“Got it, sir,” you said while puffing up your chest, assuring him that you can do this, but this caused Izana to let out an amused smile at your behavior. 

Izana then looked at his wristwatch, “Oh, look at the time, it seems that I have work to do down in the building, Miss (L/N). If you need anything that is not available in this penthouse, just go down to the kitchen, and dial the landline phone and my assistant Kakucho will bring it to you,” he said, looking at his baby before he leaves. 

After he left, you looked at the baby and smiled. To your surprise, the baby smiled back and even started giggling, which made your heart burst because of his cute behavior. You quickly lifted him up and cradled him to your chest. Although Shinichiro was surprised by your action, he instinctively processed the situation, like he recognized it as someone comforting him. He then let out a gummy smile and babbled at you. You smiled at him. It seems Shinichiro is not that of a fussy baby at all. 

“Okay Shinichiro, let’s do some fun activities today, okay?” you said to the baby, the baby let out an excited gurgle as if he can understand your words. You giggled and looked at the clock that was in front of you - it seemed that it was his feeding time. “Okay, but let’s get you some milk first, okay?” you said as you walked towards the refrigerator in the room. The job is not that demanding, and the baby is really cute and not fussy. You just hope that your bad luck has disappeared because you are starting to love your job. 

Weeks passed as you continued to be employed by Mr. Kurokawa, or Izana, as he insisted on being referred to. It is really fun and fulfilling to be employed in this job and you are really thankful for it, even though most of your interactions are with the baby or sometimes, Izana himself. But compared to your previous jobs - this one is a piece of cake. Shinichiro is not only unfussy but actually a really playful and active baby, which was a welcomed surprise when you found out about it a few days ago. As you continue to be employed, days have also flown by like it's nothing; before you could exactly recall how many days you have been employed and even remember what your lunch had been at that time, but now?  You ertr too focused on caring for the baby to remember those redundant things. 

Those memories have been replaced by your activity during your job like how many bottles of milk Shinichiro drink that day or how Shinichiro got up and took one step before he fall down the mattress, which you then quickly take a pic and report back to your boss, even though he didn’t ask for it. This job was really rewarding and at the same time hassle-free for you, it's almost like it's not a job, but a part of your lifestyle by now, which was rare for many people to have, and you are glad that after all of that string of bad luck, you’ve finally found a job that not only makes you employed but also gave you a sense of purpose in life as if this is destined for you. 

“Okay Shinichiro, you can do it, come on,” you said to the baby as he warily looked at the floor. You have been encouraging Shinichiro to walk for more than a few steps. You want him to get used to walking and develop his mobility. 

“Ehw ah-” you heard him grumble, not wanting to let go of the leg of the green plastic table. 

“Shini~,” you playfully whined, wanting to encourage him. The baby looked up to you with a worried expression, still expressed on his face. You smiled in defeat as Shinichiro fell onto the padded floor and crawled towards you, wanting you to lift him up. 

“I guess you’re not ready yet, huh?” you said as you cradle the child in your arms, who was burying his head into you, wanting to comfort himself. You smiled at his behavior. You know that someday, Shinichiro would be ready to finally walk a few steps, but not this day. 

You sat on the nearby sofa and cradled Shinichiro to make him fall asleep and for you to clean up the place for the night. Just as you were about to place Shinichiro into his crib, you felt your phone then suddenly vibrate. You gently place Shinichiro in his crib and immediately took out your phone to see who was calling you, and as usual, its Mr. Kurokawa.

“Sorry sir for not answering the call quickly, I was just putting Shinichiro back to his crib,” you said to him, and you heard him let out a mirthful laugh. 

“It's okay Miss (L/N), and also, did I always tell you that you can call me Izana? No need for that sir nonsense” 

You blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry S- I mean Izana, I’m still not used to calling you so casually.” 

You heard him on the other line letting out a hum, which made you very nervous. Although he was satisfied with your performance and conduct, you still couldn't shake off your nervousness because of your past experiences- your previous history still lingered in your consciousness like a faint shadow, as if reminding you of your past every time you’ve made even a simple mistake. 

“Hmm, if you can’t get used to it, then can I call you (Y/N) instead? I think that it's unfair for me to call you Ms. (L/N) and me just Izana, and it could shake off that Mr. Kurokawa nonsense in your brain, so what do you say (Y/N), can I call you that?” 

Your eyes widened but let out an okay for an answer.

“Great, (Y/N), sorry for calling you at this hour, I just wanted to check in on my son if he fell asleep already, looks like I was right.” 

“I-is that all sir?” you asked, wanting to know if he wants to ask other questions related to Shinichiro, which you would gladly reply to.

“Ah no, I was also checking up on you, it's quite late and the last midnight train should be going a few minutes now.” Your eyes winded at his words and you looked at the time on your wristwatch. It's true, the midnight train would be in a few minutes and you are quite far away from the train station. “A-ah, I think I’ll just take a cab...” you replied, not wanting to agitate him due to your current situation. 

“No can do (Y/N), there are fewer cabs this time of night and I don’t think that it's safe for you to travel alone during this time, I suggest that you stay at the penthouse guest rooms.”His offer shocked you. You, staying at this place for a night? 

“A-are you sure Si- Izana? I do not want to cause you trouble,” you said, troubled at his generous offer. 

“It's alright! You’ve been an excellent nanny for Shinichiro, he is much better now compared to before, he even whines to me when you are not in there,” he said mirthfully, praising you for your excellent work. 

Shyly blushing at his declaration, you reluctantly agreed to his offer, not wanting to press things further.  “I-if you say so, Mis- Izana.” 

“Great, good night (Y/N) See you tomorrow.” 

He then quickly hung up the call, and you turned off the phone, looking out the glass window of the room. Even though you have been working for Mr. Kurokawa for months now, you still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike before, you now have a job that not only pays you well but also had such a gracious boss that even lets you stay at his house. It's so contrasting compared to your previous jobs and employers, even though some of them are really nice bosses. 

“Okay Shinichiro, I’m going to wash up now, be good okay?” you softly murmur as you look down at the baby in the crib. You always wonder who were the people that would care for Shinichiro while you’re gone. He has always been enthusiastic when you go back to your work, seemingly missing you while you were at home. “Oh god, I can’t leave him behind,” you thought as your mind started to fill with ideas about what is happening while you are gone, even though he is alright when you always see him in the morning, it doesn’t change you not knowing what is happening behind the scenes while you were gone made you nervous and even scared for Shinichiro. 

You shook off your worries and quickly went to the nearest bathroom, which is in the nearby guest room, to wash up yourself. Thankfully, the bathroom had adult clothing and bathrobes. The clothes were tailored for men, which was alright for you since you only wore baggy clothes in your sleep anyway. You took off your black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants, revealing you in your plain gray underwear, and quickly took those off too and washed for the night. When you were done, you looked at the clothes on the bathroom cabinet, although there were clothes in there, you just now noticed that there was no underwear, not even for men. This made you flustered and looked at the washed bra and panty that you have taken off earlier. You can’t wear those, you need to wash them to be dry in the morning. You looked down and blushed at yourself as you put on the baggy t-shirt and short pants that were a tad big for you to fit in, but you managed to make it work as you exited the bathroom and the guest room and quickly entered Shinichiro’s room. 

Thankfully, the baby was still sleeping, which means that you didn’t miss anything. You then sigh as you grab a few blankets and pillows and put them on the couch. You sat on the couch and looked at the time, it was almost two am in the morning, which means that you should really be sleeping by now. “Huh, I haven’t been up this late since college,” you thought as you put down your phone on the nearby coffee table and then lay on the couch. You then faced the couch’s cushion and bit by bit, your consciousness started to fade, which eventually puts you to sleep.

A few hours passed by, and you suddenly felt a strange tingling feeling running down your bottom, “Huh?” you mumbled as you felt a wet appendage trailing up to your soft cheeks and unto your clit, licking up a huge stripe. “W-what?” you thought groggily as you tried to look down to see if someone is touching you, but you couldn’t, as if you are paralyzed in your place. The now-identified tongue then started to twirl your clit around for a moment but then a pair of lips suddenly sucked it. “I- ah~ What’s happening?” you exclaimed as a feeling of pleasure then surged throughout your whole body. No, you can’t be feeling good about doing this, you need to get out of here with Shinichiro as fast as you can.

“Hyaa~!” you then mewled as you felt your ass and legs being lifted up by the person and finally tossed the short pants that were dangling on your foot earlier. You felt your assailant’s hot breath on your folds, which made you blush. You felt their fingers gripping your plush thighs as they then started to lick your folds. You wanted it to stop but you couldn’t do anything as the person licked and slurped your cunt as if they hadn't drank water for a long time. You can’t help but finally let out loud moans and mewls as they then finally put their tongue inside your vagina. You felt his hot tongue twirling and retracting it back and forth, fucking you with it. “Ah! Ah! St- Ah~” you moaned as you tried to get this person to stop and let go of you. They stopped, withdrawing their tongue, and finally diving out of your pussy, making you relieved at the moment. But that is proven short-lived as they then quickly shove two of their fingers, fucking you with them. As their fingers are reeling in and out of your pussy, you then hear familiar giggling, almost as if you knew who was doing this to you. The person then started to lap up your juices again, making you moan louder than before. 

Right now, you are a mess of a person, both inside and out. Moaning and panting as you felt their tongue and fingers explore your wet, tight insides. You had masturbated on several occasions and felt good every time you did it but the pleasure that you got from touching yourself wasn’t comparable to this one. This made your cunt hot, wet, and tight all at the same time as foreign appendages roamed your wet caverns and sucked on your now sore clit. The heat pooling on your stomach starts to get unbearable as you feel yourself start to come. “Oh no, I’m gonna I-I’m gonna ahh~” you mewled as you felt yourself cumming onto the person’s face. 

As you finally let out your cum, you just laid on the couch, panting, having no energy to move a single muscle as you felt the person lick and drink up your cum from your pussy and thighs. As you start to drift back to sleep, you felt the person crawling on top of you and whispering into your ear, feeling his hot breath on your skin. 

“Sweet dreams, sugar.” 

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. “M-Mr. Kurokawa?” you stuttered, not believing what you are hearing right now. You heard him hum and put his palm on your eyes, closing them gently. “Sleep (Y/N), you need energy for Shinichiro tomorrow,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath as he uttered those words. You slowly drifted into a mindless sleep, numbed by the orgasm you had earlier, feeling too tired to even open your eyes as you felt Izana gently cover you with a soft blanket and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

You let out a loud gasp and got up from your sleep as you then looked out of the clear glass window of the room. You then tossed the blanket out of your body and then looked down at your bottom. Thankfully, you are still fully clothed down there, panties and all. You sighed in relief and checked out your phone - it’s eight in the morning, two hours before your shift. Slumping back down the mattress, you thought about your dreams earlier. You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as you recalled the wet dream that involved your boss eating you out while you sleep. You just can’t believe that you just dreamt about your boss that way. Sure, he was a very desirable man, not only for his physique and attractive face but also for his behavior towards his child Shinichiro. But you couldn’t see your boss in that light! Hell, you can’t even see him even jokingly flirting at you in a friendly way, much less him being so possessive over you. 

You then sigh and rub your head. You have a job to do and you have an erotic dream that involved your boss is not going to be helpful. After rubbing your head, you then looked down on your lower half. Although you are sure that is just a dream, you can’t help but have a slight doubt about it because it was so vivid and felt too real. As if that dream of yours really happened. But you shook your head, surely, Mr. Kurokawa is not that type of person to do this. After all, he is so considerate and helpful whenever something has happened during your time at work and he even apologizes and pays you overtime time even though you just stayed more than an hour or so in your shift. Him assaulting you in your sleep is such an absurd thought that it's almost laughable, Mr. Kurokawa is anything but that kind of person. 

But you can’t help thinking, what if it's true? That he did just that while you are so vulnerable? You couldn’t help but shiver at that thought alone. He was such a kind and considerate person to you, and it's so horrifying to think that he would do such things to you. You shook your head in disgust, no, why would he do that to you? With only just his physique, he could attract many women who would willingly sleep with him, even if for just a few hours. Him doing something to you, especially eating you out is such a wild thought. 

While you are deep in your thoughts, Shinichiro let out a loud wail, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him blankly for a moment before slapping yourself out of it. That’s right- you were only here because you have a job to do, which is taking care of Shinichiro. You shake your head and sigh and quickly get up and walk to his crib. When Shinichiro saw you, he let out his adorable gummy smile, which melted away your dilemma earlier. Smiling, you gently grab Shinichiro and carry him. Mr. Kurokawa would never assault you while you were sleeping - after all, how can a person like that produce such a cute and adorable baby? 

It’s been a few weeks after the wet dream incident, but you still couldn’t shake it off your mind. Although you still do your job earnestly, it also affects your relationship with your boss. You really can’t help but to either freeze or flinch, every time he comes near you the flashes of that dream start to come into your mind like a tidal wave- of you being vulnerable under him, struggling to get him off you as you felt his tongue slithering inside your walls while massaging your clit, getting turned on by your whines and pleads. Which doesn’t help your amiable relationship with your boss as you unconsciously try to avoid him as much as possible while at work, which is not that hard considering he always came back after your shift is done. 

You really tried your best not to be avoidant of your boss, you really did. But you really can’t help but feel uncomfortable and even scared every time he either touches you or gets close to you. You always triedto rationalize it by thinking that he’s your boss and you are afraid that he is going to fire you anytime soon or any other excuses that you might think. But deep down - deep down, you know that it's because of that realistic dream you had, and deep inside, you are afraid that it might be true that Mr.Kurokawa had assaulted you while you slept that night. 

As you were tucking Shinichiro in for the night, you suddenly heard the door open. Looking back, you saw Mr.Kurokawa, who was wearing a dress-like black jumpsuit with silver necklaces and a loose belt. Although he looked so casual, you had a feeling that it's probably not - maybe he’s going out with his friends? 

“O-oh, Mr.Kurokawa! I was just tucking Shinichiro in, I’ll be gone in a minute now.” you said as you tried not to look away from him. 

Your boss just smiled at you.  “No worries Ms.(Y/N)! I was just checking up on my son!” he said in his usual carefree tone that he had. Although you doubted that, you just nodded and continued to tuck the baby into the crib as your boss eerily watched you from behind. When you are finally done, you look back at Mr.Kurokawa and apologize for how late you’ve stayed, and quickly try to get home. But before you do that,  Mr.Kurokawa stopped you and handed you some sort of card in your hand. Not wanting to displease him, you took it and looked at what it was. The curiosity turned into shock when you saw the content. 

M-Mr. Kuroawa! I can’t take this!” You said as you tried to give the card back to your boss, which shook his head, refusing to take it back. 

“You’ve worked for more than eight months in my house with no breaks every day, you deserve this,” he said as you look at him in disbelief. After all, the card that he gave to you is practically a meal pass to one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Tokyo, maybe even in the whole world. 

“Sir, I think that this is too much,” you said, trying to reason with your boss, but he just shook his head- insisting that you keep it. You tried to banter with your boss, trying to get the card back to him but he swiftly turned down your proposals and reasonings, and kept insisting that you keep it. In the end, you accepted the card reluctantly and thank your boss in embarrassment, after that you then say goodbye to him and head out of the penthouse and eventually the building. 

While walking down the streets of Minato, you looked at the card in both fascination and curiosity. It's an exclusive meal pass for Midori. One of the most exclusive restaurants in Tokyo, it's one of the few three-star Michelin restaurants in Tokyo but unlike the other restaurants, Midori operates for only three months in certain seasons, which makes it difficult for people to dine in or book a reservation for the restaurant. You even heard that the yearly customers of Midori could be counted with your fingers - which means that your boss gave you a card that can basically give you an instant pass to enter and eat for free in Midori just because you didn’t take your vacation leave for more than eight months. Which frankly to you is both very generous and simply ridiculous. You know that many rich people in Tokyo would give you a large sum of money just to get this card and some might even blackmail you for it. You sigh in frustration as you feel a headache building up in your head as you keep thinking about what you are going to do with the card.

Sell it?

No, people might think that it's a fake.

Throw it away?

You know that the guilt would eat at you for a very long time.

You kept thinking about what you were going to do about it until you completely gave up on thinking about it. “Fuck it, I’m just going to redeem this, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” you thought as you clutched the card and took out your phone- googling the location of Midori on google maps and quickly heading off to where it is. When you finally arrived at the building where the restaurant was located, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as the two doormen, who strangely recognized you, quickly welcomed you into the restaurant as if you were a very important person.  When you enter the restaurant, one of the waiters quickly walks up to you and asks if you have a reservation - to which you silently reply by giving them the card that Mr.Kurokawa gave to you. The waiter just smiled and gently took the card from your hand, as if they were worried that they might offend you. But you just shook your head, you are just overthinking things since this is your first time in an exclusive Michelin star restaurant, the nerves are maybe getting into you. 

When the waiter grabbed the card, another waiter popped up and guided you inside the restaurant. You followed the waiter to your seat, as you subtly looked around the restaurant. As expected it looked classy and fancy. The restaurant itself has a mix of modern and traditional Japanese architecture, although it is located in the middle of Tokyo, the restaurant has a ginormous Tsukiyama garden that can be seen in the whole restaurant, giving the restaurant a much more traditional touch. 

When you are finally seated by the waiter, You couldn’t help but feel awkward at the situation as you are the only one in the whole restaurant as there are practically no people in sight. You tried to find a positive outlook in the situation that you are in, hey, at least there are no snobby people that would judge you, right?

As you tried to assess your situation, the server quickly came back and gave you the tasting menu of the restaurant and explained some of the dishes that are written there, which made you nervous since you only knew a few of the items in the restaurant. You just decided to pick the strangest named dishes on the menu, hoping that the dishes that you’ve picked would taste good. The server then jolts down your order as you put the menu on the table. When they are done they cautiously take away the menu and then bowed, saying that your complimentary appetizer would be on its way. 

The eighteen-meal course came one by one as you started to eat, some are familiar dishes presented to you such as sushi and sashimi that you know came from expensive cuts of fish while others are western inspired dishes that you couldn’t figure out how to eat but just decided to wing it and eat it anyway. As expected, the dishes are fantastic, and sure, most of them could be eaten in just one bite but the whole course will make you full since the meal was an eighteen-meal course and not just the usual one dish or two that you usually buy when going out. While eating, there was something bothering you at the moment. There were no problems with the dishes since they were all fantastic and the servers were very professional, but there was an eerie feeling while you're eating in the restaurant, as if the servers were afraid of making a mistake or offending you in some way. You tried to comfort yourself by saying that it's just the nervousness of not only dining in a fancy restaurant but also being the only customer dining there but your gut says otherwise, as if something is going on. 

But still, you silently ate the dishes that the server explained before serving them to you, just wanting to enjoy the rare experience while ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut. When you finally ate the last dish, two servers appeared in front of you, one cleaning out the dirty utensils on the table while the other poured you a glass of wine.  The server who poured you the wine explained what wine it is and how old or what kind of fragrant and texture it has. Apparently, it's a 1968 Bruno Giacosa Collina Rionda wine from Italy, one of the finest wines that they have on their shelves right now.

When the server places the wine glass on the table, you then hold the stem of the glass and curiously sniff the wine, before taking a sip. But before you can finish the whole glass, you start to get dizzy - your vision blurring and you trying to hold on to the table, afraid of falling into the floor. But it's no use as your body slumps down on the ground, causing the half-sipped wine glass to break and it's content to spill into the ground. 

As your vision darkened, you saw two men, who were in suits walking toward your form, “Hurry up Rin, the boss would be angry if we took too much time,” you heard one of the men say while the other just hummed in response. You felt yourself being carried by one of them, you aren’t sure who is carrying you since you are barely strong enough to see. As you start to fall unconscious you hear a familiar person that made your blood freeze in fear. 

“Be careful with her, Izana wouldn’t want her to be injured.” 

“K-Kakucho?” That name was in your final thoughts as you slipped out of consciousness, not strong enough to fight it any longer. 

Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up with your head aching, and although you were awake, you still couldn’t really feel anything around you due to you being drugged earlier. As you started to get a grip of your consciousness, you couldn’t help but be shocked when you finally saw what was going on. 

“M-mister Kurokawa?” You looked up at him, grunting and moaning as you felt your cunt being penetrated by his dick, you can’t help but moan as he keeps pounding your pussy into oblivion. “Ah, (Y/N) you’re awake,” he said as he continued slamming his long dick into your tight walls, rhythmically keeping up his pace as your confused face contorted into pleasure. Although it felt pleasurable by his actions, you can’t help but feel betrayed and hurt as the person that you’ve looked up to did this to you. You should’ve listened to your guts and kept your distance from him as much as possible or even outright quit the job even if you struggled to find one. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept thinking about maybe’s or what-ifs, as his cock kept stretching your wet but tight pussy. “Princess, don’t cry, I’m here to make it better,” you heard him say as he wiped away your tears and kissed your lips, entering his tongue into your mouth as his pace feverishly started to get faster. While his tongue swirled with yours inside your mouth, twirling your tongue with his, you suddenly felt a sudden jolt down there- it seems that his dick hit a specific place that you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. 

When he heard your loud but unwilling moan, he stopped his movement and ended the kiss, which made you confused at first until he started to take his dick off of you until its tip is the only thing inside.  He then quickly buckled his hips and slammed his cock into your pussy all the way into its hilt. You couldn’t help but loudly moan as you felt him pounding you like an animal, his dick continuously hitting that spot. “Sh-shtop-” you slurred as you felt his dick getting bigger inside you. But he ignored your pleas as he quickly slammed his dick back into your pussy, making you flinch in pleasure while shutting you up in the process. 

“Ah~ (Y/N) your pussy is clenching my dick so hard,” he moaned as you felt his dick start to twitch while also feeling the heat and pleasure bubbling up inside you.

“S-top, please Mr.Kurokawa-”

You were cut off by your boss as his sharp gaze looked at you, and although his lilac eyes are soft, you couldn’t help but see another expression in his eyes. 

“Don’t call me that, call me Izana,” he said as he kept his eyes locked on yours. If this wasn’t an unwanted situation, you ought that this would have been very romantic, but right now - it's the opposite of that. 

“M-Mr, Haaah~” you moaned, not even saying his name as he pinched your sensitive clit.

“No, Mr.nonsense, just call me by my name,” he said, as you desperately looked up at him, wanting this to end. 

“I-Izana, s-s-top, I’m gonna -”

You saw him smile knowingly as he kept pounding in and out of your cunt. 

“Gonna what princess?” he teased.

You can’t help but cry in pleasure as you felt yourself cumming all over his dick as you clench his back for support, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. After your orgasm, you felt him start to quicken his pace, continuing that feverish phase from before. With a few strong and quick thrusts, he unloads his cum inside your tight walls, moaning in pleasure as your pussy milked his dick for all its worth while you lay there panting; your naked form twitching and convulsing in overstimulation due to the climax earlier. 

As he finished cumming inside you and pulling his dick out of your insides, you then looked up to him, tears rolling down your eyes. 

“P-please, l-let me go,” you said as you fruitlessly tried to get away from him. When he saw you trying to move away, he quickly grabbed both of your thighs and spread them, making your pussy, which was still twitching while oozing with his semen, visible to his view. 

“Look at you, after you milked my dick, your pussy still wants my cock so bad,” he said as he used his finger to push the semen back inside your cunt, making your toes curl due to your body being sensitive. 

“I- please Izana, I won’t tell anyone about this” you plead, wanting your boss to let you go. He stops as you look at his expression, his expression now turned dour by your words. “Or what (Y/N)? You will quit and go back fruitlessly trying to find a job?” your eyes widened in shock at his words. He let his finger out of your walls but kept his hands on your knees, still spreading your legs apart. 

“H-how did you know that?” you stuttered as he kept his gaze at your naked form, smiling at your question. 

“I run background checks on all of my employees (Y/N), especially for the one that would be taking care of my child,” he replied as you looked down in shame. 

He continued. “Do you want to go back to that lifestyle (Y/N)? On the verge of being homeless with no one to turn on or help you?” You tearfully looked away, feeling your heart clench, it's true, all of his words are true. Izana saw your forlorn expression and gently touched your cheeks making you look up at him again. “It doesn’t have to be that way (Y/N), you have Shinichiro and me, you don’t have to be lonely anymore,” he said as he gently hugged you. You couldn't help but start sobbing on his chiseled chest. “There, there,” you heard him mumble as he caressed your back trying to soothe you.

The two of you stayed there for a while until you felt his dick harden inside of you again. “(Y/N),” you looked up to Izana who was smiling at you. “Can I?” he asked as you felt his dick twitching inside your pussy. Without a care in the world, you nodded and then spread your cum filled pussy with both of your hands, worldlessly coercing him. As he starts to move again, he smiled and look at you. 

“I love you, (Y/N), I really do.” 

Your dull eyes looked at him, not minding the situation anymore. Smiling, you hugged his neck and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too Izana,” you replied earnestly. As you felt his hips start to move again, you can’t help but feel nothing anymore. He’s right, there is nothing for you out there, no family, friends and barely finding a job, who is the person that took you in? That’s right, It's Miste- no,  Izana. He’s the one that gave you every opportunity that you desperately needed and on top of that, Shinichiro gave you purpose again, he would be lonely without you. 

With that in mind, you tightened your grip as Izana bucked his hips down on you, pounding you into the mattress as your pussy started to clench tightly around his dick. It’s alright, as long as you have Izana and Shinichiro, it doesn’t bother you anymore. 

You finally have people that would be with you.

You are not alone anymore.

As you slip into pleasure once more, you couldn’t help but feel like something broke inside of you- no matter what it was, it's just a minor inconvenience anyway. 

[mrskodzuken]

Of Forts and Cards on a Rainy Night

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader (feat. Kuroo)

genre: fluff/crack (post timeskip characters, established relationship, domestic-ish fluff, implied but part of the "Kenma with a f!Filo!reader as s/o" au)

wc: 2.1k (word dump I'm sorry)

warnings: mild swearing

listen to: Hajimemashite by Earphones (MV with CC provided)

a/n: for both my "Ame no Ai/Rainy Love" and @smolla-than-a-bug's "Made For You" collabs (sorry if it's submitted almost a few days late). Thanks for beta reading this word dump (lol) @mitsuyaya @kentimestwo @krystalgaia @atsuminthe and @xmyshya! I love you all <3 Dedicated to @hq-girl-next-door (I scrapped the original wip and ended up with this. Hope you like this~) EDITED WITH THE FORGOTTEN KUROO PART ADDED I'M SORRY ; u ;

Bonus note: Kuroo (black, obviously), Kenma (red), reader (pink).

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[21:57. Kozume Residence.]

“Y/N, can I borrow your power bank for a bit? Need to charge—what are you doing?”

You turned around to see your boyfriend Kenma. He was standing still in the living room’s entryway with his phone’s flashlight beaming near you, mouth agape, golden cat-like eyes widened at the sight of you adjusting knots on the huge blanket for your makeshift fort.

“Ah! Since it’ll take a few hours before the power comes back, I decided to build a cozy fort for the both of us,” you happily told him, grabbing a pink throw pillow and firmly plumping it. Thirty minutes earlier, you were busy editing some video clips in your room. Thirty minutes earlier, Kenma was in the middle of an evening stream, playing some online games. Two hours prior to that, heavy rainstorms affected the entirety of Tokyo due to a tropical cyclone hitting Japan. Two hours and thirty-something minutes later, some loud lightning struck an electric tower near Nerima Ward, causing a power outage and damaging telephone lines throughout the area.

The fort you had made was beautifully well-made and stable, and big enough to house two to three people. Several lit candles were strategically placed around the living room area, far enough from the fort to avoid causing fire but near enough for ample lighting. Socked feet padded softly on the floor as Kenma approached you, turning the phone’s flashlight off and pocketing the device inside his front hoodie pocket. He sat comfortably on one of the throw pillows, stretching both his arms and legs, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind—eliciting a cute squeal from you. He smiled sheepishly. “This is a nice idea, kitten! Are you planning to camp out here through the night?”

You suddenly sat backwards and onto Kenma’s lap after he pulled you towards him, resting your back on his chest. “Mhmm… we are!” you said enthusiastically, leaning your head back, your cheek rubbing gently on his own. “Instead of sleeping in our bedroom as usual, why not sleep here in our beautiful fort? Perfect time for cuddling in the cold and rainy weather.”

You felt your gamer boyfriend’s embrace tighten, his lips peppering light kisses on your nape. “Yeah, it’s perfect… hmm~ so comfy, we could stay like this for as long as we want.”

You hummed in agreement, tracing small circles on Kenma’s knee with your fingertips. You heard him mumble, “Stop it, that tickles, Y/N!” but he didn’t swat your hand away, which made you chuckle softly.

“Ah, before I forget!” You untangled yourself from his arms and grabbed a worn-out box on the table near the both of you and opened the lid, carefully sliding a deck of playing cards and presenting it to him with a smile. “Wanna play some cards with me, Kenken?” You asked him, nimble hands shuffling the cards, distributing them evenly.

“What kind of card game are we playing tonight, hm?'' the former Nekoma setter asked, a puzzled expression evident on his face. “I… don’t mind playing a round or two with you, kitten.”

Your eyes widened like saucers and you beamed at him. “Great! Um, we’re playing a round of Crazy Eight—have you ever played that game before?”

Kenma shook his head, looking down with his eyebrows knitted in the middle and his lips forming a pout. “I’m familiar with the name and have an idea of the rules, but I haven’t played it before, I’m afraid.” He glanced at you sheepishly, tucking a lock of pudding-like hair back behind his ear. “Care to tell me the basics, kitten? Please?”

You stilled and suddenly clutched the front of your shirt, cheeks burning bright at the cute sight in front of you that is Kozume Kenma. How can my boyfriend look so… so freaking cute, pouting and all?!

You snapped from your daze and cleared out your throat. “Well… the rules in playing Crazy Eight are…,” you proceeded to tell Kenma all that he needed to know about playing the card game. “...I just want to know if I could also beat you like I’d beat both Tetsu and Shou-chan, that’s all,” you said modestly after cutting the deck in half before shuffling it again in a cute manner. Your doe eyes locked in with Kenma’s own golden eyes. “So, are you game?”

“You wanna beat me in a game of Crazy eight, huh? How bold...” Kenma chuckled, before cocking his head in a mocking manner. “Well, if that’s what my Y/N wants… Who am I to disagree? But...” He smirked, slowly crawling towards you like a lion targeting his prey, making you flustered and antsy, bringing his hand near your face before flicking his fingers over your forehead.

“Ow, it hurts…!” you cried, rubbing the stinging spot on your forehead.

Your boyfriend lightly pecked the tip of your nose, grinning. “...if you lose, you have to follow everything I say. Is that clear to you, kitten?”

Everything…? You gulped at the punishment given to you, a horde of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You brought your hand in salute, mumbling, “Y-yessir…!” and started dealing five cards each for the both of you before putting the rest of the deck in the middle of the futoned floor, all facing down.

Then you both decided on who goes first via janken. “Janken pon!” The two of you chanted while throwing your fists in the middle.

“Heh.” Kenma flashed you a somewhat Cheshire cat-like smile, in contrast to your scaredy-cat expression; the result: his ‘scissors’ won over your ‘paper'.

“AAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHH!!! Damnit, Kenma! You could’ve let me win though,” you whined, bringing your hands to your face, not letting him see your defeat. To be honest, Kenma knew you couldn’t really beat him in a game of janken, even after 10 tries. You sucked, still denying the fact that you really sucked.

“But I just wanna see that look on your face again after you tasted defeat, Y/N. It’s cute,” he confessed, crossing his arms to his chest and lips pouting again.

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance as your face had gone red. This guy… if I win this, I will kiss that pout away from your pretty setter lips. Just you wait! You smiled, half-faking, willing your flustered cheeks to dissipate, and reached to flip for the first card. “Okay, let’s see the top card first.”

GAME START!

Hajimemashite

Mazu wa koe ni dashite

Tsutawaranai tte?

Nara kami ni kaite

Te wo tataite

Ashibumi shite

Gikochinakute mo

Utaimasho

Top card played: 10 of Hearts.

Kenma looked closely at the cards he had, then glanced at you looking anxiously back at him. He slowly closed his eyes, chuckling to himself, and dropped a 10 of Spades.

“Your turn, kitten.”

You curtly nodded, before quickly picking a 5 of Spades and dropped it on the pile. You wiped the sweat on your right hand using the throw pillow perched on your lap. Two cards had been dealt but you were starting to get nervous. It’s not just your boyfriend who’s playing against you right now, it’s the Kozume Kenma who is Nekoma’s ‘brain’, whom Shou-chan played against in a difficult but exciting match at the Nationals during their high school volleyball days. You shuddered a bit; his golden eyes were observing you, analyzing your every move, every expression—

“6 of Spades,” he mumbled, interrupting your thoughts, dropping said card onto the pile. And he winked at you, making your cheeks flushed a bit. You quickly averted yourhis gaze, cursing internally. Bastard.

Freut mich

Kimi ni

Enchantee

Nante

Chūcì jiànmiàn

Tsutaete

Cheoeum boebgessseubnida

Ii ka

You peeked into your cards at hand—clearly you didn’t have a card with that number and that 10 of Spades was your only card under that suit. You clicked your tongue and reached to pick a card in the deck.

“Aha, lucky~!” You hummed happily, dropping onto the pile the 3 of Spades you had picked from the deck. Maybe you also did a little dance in your mind while seeing Kenma’s eyebrows pinched together, his eyes peering closely at his cards. His hand then reached to pick a card from the deck and tucked it alongside his other cards before dropping another card on the pile.

Tre agrable

Kono mune

Mucho gusto

Kitai to

Muito prazer

Fuan de

Ochen priyatno

Douka

Nari sou

Nari sou

Demo moshikashite kimi mo onaji kamo

Dakara

[22:50.]

Current top card playing: 7 of Diamonds (Y/N’s turn)

Even with the chilling rainy weather, you we’re still sweating profusely. You bit the inside of your cheek for the nth time and clicked your tongue again. You only had two cards left on your hand (a 4 of Spades and a 9 of Clubs), Kenma only one, and only three remaining cards from the deck left. There were some few possible scenarios forming in your head, one of them involving you dropping either one of your remaining cards, and—if you’re lucky—him taking another card from the deck and (probably) dropping (hopefully) a card with either suit.

“Prepare yourself for the incoming punishment later, Y/N,” Kenma told you sweetly, his observing cat-like orbs still watching you; a smirk hiding behind that sole playing card he was holding. Even through the dimly lit room, the gamer could still see your cheeks go flushed.

“I-I won’t lose!” you stuttered, gripping the upper-right corner of one of your cards tightly, ready to deal any minute.

So cute, Kenma thought as he saw you dropping, no, slamming a 9 of Clubs on the pile. Really cute.

“Heh. Checkmate.”

“Wait what—“

He dropped his only remaining card on the pile. A 5 of Clubs. You yelled and wept in horror.

“Let’s play another round, Kenma! Please?” you kneeled and pleaded in front of him, on your face an expression of anguish.

“No can do, kitten. You said one round, and that’s enough.” He looked at you with his golden lovesick eyes, smiling softly. He then brought his hand and cupped your chin before leaning towards you.

“Now, time to punish you with my kisses and cuddles, loser.”

Hajimemashite

Mazu wa koe ni dashite

Tsutawaranai tte?

Nara kami ni kaite

Te wo tataite

Ashibumi shite

Gikochinakute mo

Utaimasho

[07:19. Kozume Residence.]

“Kenma! Y/N! Kenma!” Kuroo Tetsurou kept on calling both your names while continuously knocking on the front door of your house, but got no response. “Oi…!” He sighed, fishing his phone out from his coat pocket before realizing he couldn’t contact you both, and cursed as he put it back inside. Telephone lines were still down, but the power supply’s back. The rain had somehow slowly ebbed a few hours earlier, the downpour stopping completely about an hour ago.

Kuroo sighed again and fished the spare house key Kenma gave to him years ago after the latter moved in from his parents’ house (“...as a last resort,” he said to the former Nekoma captain), inserting it into the key slot before turning the doorknob and letting himself inside.

“Kenma… Y/N…,” he hollered across the semi-dark and quiet hallway, noticing both your shoes neatly arranged in the entranceway while removing his own shoes and slipping into some fuzzy cat slippers. Kuroo shuffled his feet towards the hallway until he saw the door to the living room slide open.

“Oya oya? Lookit here…” The sports promoter’s eyes widened at what he saw inside the living room. Never in the years he had visited Kenma’s house did he see a simple yet beautifully-built fort, blankets and scattered throw pillows and all. There were a few long-snuffed candles all over the room far away from the fort, and—Kuroo found this one endearing—his childhood friend sleeping beside you, cuddling you like a koala, his face mushed into your chest. You, on the other hand, had your chin perched atop his head, your arms and left leg wrapped around Kenma also. Both of you looked so cute sleeping like this, a few soft snores and dreamy mumbles coming from you two.

Kuroo grinned at the scene and grabbed his phone again, opening the Camera app… and the shutter went off.

Bonus:

[A few hours later (communication lines are up)...]

“The two of you are so cute in here, Y/N, Kenma~”

“Geh! W-why do you…”

“Awwwwwwww~ Kenken sleeps like a baby here! (insert crying noises)”

“I know, right? (insert hyena laugh) You two don’t mind me sharing this to the Cats GC?”

“I don’t really mind, since this candid shot is so cute…”

“But I do, Y/N. Now, Kuro, don’t share that in the group chat… i-it’s embarrassing as is to me. Or else I’ll leave...”

“Aw~ why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Killjoy. Ne ne, can you send it to me, Tetsu, pleeeeeeease?”

“Sure! Aaaand… sent!”

“Kuro…”

“Yes, yes… I’ll delete it no—oops.”

“?”

“Unfortunately, my thumb slipped.”

“...”

“You fucking rooster.”

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[darlingsuperstition]

His sense of direction is completely absent. Dude will take a left in the Nerima ward of Tokyo and somehow end up in the middle of Lake Michigan

Ryoga Hibiki

Kinda? Like it's doing it for me a little bit?