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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

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“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin.

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?”

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another.

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you.

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked.

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!”

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!”

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you.

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry.

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused.

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.”

“Ayato~” you whimpered.

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where.

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat.

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human.

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.”

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips.

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon.

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free.

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards.

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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paganminiskirt · 2 years

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It may be just me, but people are weirdly harsh about their dislike of fc6 to the point where they cuss out anyone who asks them about it.

With the Far Cry games, I’ve found it helps to give the public opinion some extra time to form, but as things stand now I’d be willing to believe it’s not just you.

Far Cry 6, judged as a singular entity, is hardly a bad game. It sold well enough to be credited for one of Ubisoft’s best financial years ever, and it has most of the drawing points of a successful Far Cry property but on a much broader scale, with little more than the usual drawbacks installments in this franchise have.

If you want my opinion, I had a lot of fun with it. The scenery was lovely, the setting very intense, the characters entertaining if not exactly engaging. Even so, I found myself resenting the way they capitalized on Giancarlo Esposito’s success in their marketing only to turn around and give his character the short shrift when it came to number of appearances and quality of dialogue in the actual game. Anton is cool, his motivations are uncomfortably rational given the perspective he’s approaching from and he possesses a level of open pathos that’s always enjoyable in this series, but at the end of the day both he and his lieutenants were woefully half-baked. The people around him, especially Maria, needed more depth, and he needed more time to shine. (And they should’ve gotten rid of McKay altogether. Full stop. Like what was he even for.)

That said. Whatever Far Cry 6′s issues, it’s obviously not unplayable; note the aforementioned record sales. But at the same time, you are right, it seems like once people actually sat down and played Far Cry 6 they had a lot more vitriol to throw at it than they ever had for the last few installments.

And that vitriol, like most things Ubisoft-related, was a fairly predictable step in a long term pattern. When Far Cry 5 came out, it garnered more negative press than the previous two games combined, though it’s gotten a light redemption in recent years. (Remember what I said about giving the public opinion some extra time to form?) New Dawn’s sales numbers were absymal by any standard, it’s reviews much of the same. The Insanity DLC was well received, with reviews in the high seventies, but as the nostalgia of the old characters and the novelty of the roguelite formula wore off, that average slowly began to go down: Control’s reviews rounded out in the mid sixties, Collapse’s in the fifties. The three Rite of Passage comics were more or less ignored after Vaas left the building.

(Spoilers: it’s better that way. The first and third were little more than okay; the second was flat out subpar. Pagan Min got whitewashed, Yuma Lau was depicted as an adult wearing a full Kyrati military uniform in scenes where she was supposed to be living in China as a sixteen year old girl, and the already self-contradictory timeline of the Far Cry games grew messier by the page as Anton “leader of a functioning society that exists in conjunction with modern America” Castillo went around retelling the stories of characters who are supposed to have canonically witnessed the apocalypse. But I’ll get back to that later.)

That’s not to say that all of the backlash against Far Cry 6 has been reasonable. As you pointed out, the level of aggression people are willing to levy at anyone who does have a favorable view of Far Cry 6 is both completely uncalled for and symptomatic of one of those ravenous internet outrage machines that swarm around any game that draws sufficient ire. Part of the negativity about Far Cry 6 is, in essence, more shallow tripe than genuine criticism.

But that doesn't necessarily mean that Far Cry 6's poor reception lacks precedent. Over the past few years, the Far Cry series has started to lose it’s shine in the eyes of the public. Not because any one major installment in the series was, in and of itself, significantly worse than the others, but because the company producing this series refuses to deviate even slightly from the repetitive, masturbatory formula it’s been relying on for what’s now a decade.

If there are few parts of Far Cry 6 that are bad, there are even fewer parts that are original. This is the sixth major game in the series, and the biggest one to date, being released with a marketing campaign designed to generate as much hype as possible alongside supplementary content that revisits old games. And while that succeeded in fulfilling Ubisoft’s main objective - to make them a lot of money - the content that was actually waiting at the end of all that build up was tragically uninspired.

Anton’s character is a retread. His status as dictator is a retread. The DLCs are a retread. The fatherhood theme, the cost of war being dealt unto children theme, the nationalism theme, the animal symbolism, the jungle setting, the colonizer character, the torturer character, the hellbent-on-revenge character, the funny unconventional throwable, the drug trip mission, the crop burning mission, the casual misogynoir, the roadblocks, the vehicles and aircrafts and animal riding - hell, the scene where someone gets shot at the big bad’s opulent dinner table! All of this has been done at least once in the Far Cry games, if not two, three or four times by now.

Dani is easily the best protagonist this series has seen since Jason Brody, but like... Dani’s character is passable, but it isn’t especially good. Definitely not as good as Jason’s was, and definitely not good enough to stand out amongst other franchise’ protagonists. Even as this series serves up a rehash of a rehash - like the production company is just that confident that it will keep being satisfying time and time again - Far Cry 6 manages to meet neither the standards of it’s oh-so-similar predecessors or those of it’s competitors.

The story refuses to change, the quality of the animation has gone down. The lore is in complete and utter shambles, with each new addition answering zero questions and creating five new ones. This issue in particular makes the current timeline much more difficult to get invested in, when it’s not retroactively butchering the old ones. (Did you hear? Apparently, Mohan Ghale was raising Lakshmana Min as his own when he murdered her! No, this is not what the text of Far Cry 4 says happened, but that’s okay. The makers of Far Cry 6, who were responsible for the Control DLC, didn’t actually write Far Cry 4. Or play it. Or seem to know a lot of important stuff about it.)

I’ve noticed a phrase that’s been bandied about more and more since 6′s release: “Peak Ubisoft.” The notion that this company’s products (all of them, not just Far Cry) are reaching a breaking point in their ability to stretch across various different games with different narratives without really changing anything significant. The usage of a standardized formula for every new game means most of the old flaws are not only still present, but exaggerated to the point of new unbearableness after getting copied and recopied for years on end without any installment thinking to address them.

Far Cry 6 is a good game, it’s worth playing. But it’s also the target of a collective discontent that has been brewing since Far Cry 4 - a game which, while generally agreed upon to be great, was also noted as a bit too similar to it’s predecessor, a criticism which would later prove to be a bad omen. Ubisoft never changed, they just doubled down, and now, three games into this formula, whatever hopes may have been persisting that the company would fix this - the lore problem, the repetition problem, you name it - have dwindled enough that the community is a lot less forgiving than it was the last couple times around.

Which is discouraging to say the least. But hey, give it time. Like I said, these games often look better in hindsight. Far Cry 6 stands on it’s own two feet pretty well, and if it can do that, then there will probably come a time when it will be judged as an individual, instead of as the least attractive of a set of quadruplets. (Sextuplets? I don't know. Everyone seems to have silently agreed to ignore one and two.)

The YouTuber responsible for one of the best Far Cry 3 breakdowns to date, DJ Peach Cobbler, has made one full length review of Far Cry 6 (ignore the title.) I’d recommend it to anyone who’s interested, as well as another popular review of his where Far Cry 6 came up briefly as an example of a video game made by a company that’s suffering from stagnation. Neither video is accusatory, disparaging, or particularly brutal, which I appreciated.

#far cry 6 #anton castillo #asks #princess-sparklebutt

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yuriko-mukami · 3 years

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Eli-chan and Yuri-Yuri: Sweet Little Moments Part 1

Yuriko met Elizabeth at school. Girls ran each other when Yuriko was carrying a huge pile of books and accidentally hit Elizabeth with those. Eventually, they started to spend more time together and now they are besties.

Most of the scenarios are played with @elizabeth-virnien but in some cases there are other characters included.

~ The Beginning ~

01: The First Meeting

02: Yuriko Talks about Elizabeth to Her Father

03: Girls Eat Lunch Together

04: Girls Go for a Walk

05: When Ruki Kept Her up All Night | NSFW (A YuRuki fanfic written together with @/ruki--mukami , also @/dialovers-angelica is in story, based on an rp)

06: The Morning After (A YuRuki fanfic that is based on an rp with @/ruki--mukami and @elizabeth-virnien , edited by me, @/dialovers-angelica is mentioned)

07: Girls Build a Pillow Fort

~ Elizabeth Disappears and Comes Back~

08: Elizabeth Writes to Yuriko and Disappears

09: Yuriko Misses Elizabeth

10: Yuriko Writes a Letter to Elizabeth

11: Yuriko Writes a Second Letter to Elizabeth

12: Ruki and Yuriko Write a Letter to Elizabeth (written together with @ruki--mukami )

13: Elizabeth Comes Back

~ Holiday Fun ~

14: Yuriko Visits the School Doctor | A Holiday Event

15: Santa Costume Found | A Holiday Event

16: Elizabeth Gives a Christmas Gift to Yuriko

~ The Keisuke Issue ~

17: Yuriko Feels Lightheaded

18: Elizabeth Talks with Keisuke + Sequel

~ Girls Just Want to Have Fun ~

19: Girls’ New Year’s Party

20: Yuriko Takes Elizabeth’s Picture

21: The Ice Cream Party + Sequel

22: The Things Elizabeth Likes about Yuriko

23: A Mini Scenario with Elizabeth and Yuma

24: Yuriko Wants to Have a Pool Party + Sequel + Sequel 2

25: Elizabeth and Yuriko Talk about a Movie They Watched

26: Yuriko and Elizabeth Talk about Haruko

27: Elizabeth Draws Yuriko’s Picture

~ Yuriko’s Birthday ~

28: Elizabeth Gives Birthday Gifts to Yuriko

29: Elizabeth Arrange Fireworks Together with Maki (An ask from @wigman-san )

~ Valentine’s Day ~

30: Girls Plan to Make Valentine’s Day Chocolates

31: Yuriko Gives a Teddy Bear to Elizabeth

32: Yuriko Gives a Valentine’s Day Gift to Elizabeth

~ Elizabeth’s Birthday ~

33: Elizabeth’s Birthday

~ Shin Kidnaps Elizabeth ~

34: Shin and Yuriko Talk about Elizabeth (An rp with @ask---shin---tsukinami )

35: Maki and Yuriko Talk about Elizabeth (An rp with @wigman-san )

36: Eshita and Yuriko Talk about Elizabeth (An rp with @bobateasilverpearl )

37: The Pillow Fight at Tsukinami Manor

38: Girls Talk about April Fools

39: Elizabeth Asks if Yuriko Would Date Yasu or Nobu from Nana

40: Girls Talk about Nana 2

41: Yuriko Teases Elizabeth

42: Yuriko Tickles Elizabeth

43: Elizabeth Tickles Yuriko

44: Is Eli Getting Married?

45: Elizabeth Attempts to Style Yuriko’s Hair

46: Elizabeth Wants Book Recommendations

47: Elizabeth Is Nuts for Shin

48: Elizabeth Has a Fox Video!

49: Yuriko’s Thoughts After Visiting in Banmaded

50: Boba for You

~AU Story~

01: Conversation with Eli-chan and Yuuto

#elizabeth virnien #yuriko tsukino #interactions

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merryfortune · 2 years

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3 Heart of Heartland

Written for ZeXal Rare Pair Week

Day 3. Second Chances | Past Lives | Ten Years Later

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! ZeXal

Ship: Obaashipping | Haru/Yone

Rating: T

Word Count: 911

Tags: Angst, Missed Connections, Minor Character Death, Past/Referenced Relationships

They see each other less now.

It can’t be helped. Their lives went separate directions. They built up new families with new people that they met later in their lives. They became their own women, not each other’s insatiable, possessive half as teenage girls were prone to becoming to one another.

But when they did see each other, in privacy, not with others around. Certainly not with their children or their children’s children around as the bittersweet sparks were still there. That of the possibility if they hadn’t gone off the rails.

Haru could raucously revel in the highs and lows of what she and Yone had gotten up to in their youth. Yuma and Kotori thought they were sneaking around and were up to no good, neck deep in trouble. Well sure there were no aliens back in her and Yone’s day, but Haru was still certain that what they had done could quite easily trump what trouble their grandchildren got up to. She looked back on it fondly. The pranks and the hullaballoos, the sharing of laughter when they were all messy and copping detentions on the chin.

That first kiss in the summer, played off as another joke… Haru could still taste the strawberry and vanilla balm that Yone had worn, feeling like a refreshing meadow in the sun in her skin. Her heart fluttered even now, giving her pacemaker quite the warning.

But it wasn’t always in good nature, those whole-hearted times that were so long gone now. There had been abhorrent streaks of jealousy and pitches of possessiveness, treating one another poorly one minute and obsessively the next. Such were the highs and lows of adolescence. The strain was still present, even now, elderly and wrinkled, that many decades later. The cattiness and the claws, the half-lidded smiles so poisonous and yet so, so precious.

Haru recalled Yone’s husband’s funeral. The way flowers were dispensed, given to the man now incinerated. She couldn’t help but draw a parallel to their wedding. She had caught the bouquet and in the whiff of those snow white flowers, Haru, a single woman back then and maid of honour, wondered if maybe they should have been hers to toss. Not just at her own wedding but at her and Yone’s wedding.

Haru hugged onto that bouquet so hard, she wanted to squeeze out all her thoughts of jealousy or perhaps pining for the bride through it. Even then she was having regrets of what could have been. Closing her eyes, she saw flashes of what she wanted her own wedding dress to look like and what her own wedding cake would taste like. A gentleman not even in the picture of those imaginations

Haru was content in how her life had taken her but these wonderings would remain, fray her mind and make her spiral years back at a time until she could swear she smelt how the air had tasted when she was just fourteen.

She wondered what it would be like to kiss Yone again. Her eyes probed Yone as they spoke side by side, not overly acknowledging one another as they had company but Haru’s eyes, though dreary, remained. She caressed the wrinkles of Yone’s aged skin, her pock marks and her moles, the gnarls on her hands and her nails which shone so young still.

Yone probably tastes of rice or meal, Haru wanted to snicker to herself but it would not be situationally appropriate at this dinnertime. Not in this instance, at the very least. She played with her own hands in her thoughts as she spoke more with everyone else at the table.

It was good to see Yuma and Kotori getting along, that please Haru immensely. Always and always would. She stole another glance at Yone and such sweet musings shaded differently in the shadow of her profile. What a different relationship that pair would have had if she and Yone had gone a different course. One that had become so fraught, she would never wish that on her grandchildren, but at least lived experience had taught her that redemption waa possible.

Those moments of saying sorry in between it all, patching up and mending down. Getting on with life and trying to ignore the years that they had lost being somewhere between not friends and lovers and exes.

Haru felt her heart flutter again. Her misery began to dribble around her, like rain that won’t quite fall from a cloud. Again, that wedding that never was and funerals there could have been attended differently. Fights with reasons that were now lost to time and make-ups that were embedded dearly in her heart.

It was all another life now, Haru thought to herself. A life that could have been lived completely differently with all the twists and turns that would entail, spiralling outwards infinitely as possibility was a multi-pronged thing like that.

Haru surely knew, thinking of such things would bring her to an early grave so it was better not to dwell on the births and deaths of what could have been, now a past life entirely. All she could long for, instead, was what she had now before that autumnal twilight fell on both her and Yone, like their husbands before them, and enjoy the present life as fleeting as it was the older that they got. So, she encouraged the eating of seconds and a plate of dessert as well.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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“YES, I CAN HEAR YOU”

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: could you write something angsty with angel or coco?

Warning: a little angst.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif isn't mine. Also, I didn't study anything about Medicine, but I like drama.

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You didn't see the car, but you felt how you flew off the motorbike, falling into the wet ground. Last thing you saw were two girls screaming and running to you, covered by pain. The agonic kind you feel before die.

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“What happened?!” Coco shouts crying when he finds the doctor. He's being followed by the crew, and Letti being supported by Chucky. She can't even walk without falling down.

“Johnny Cruz?”

“Yes, what happened?!”

“A car crashed her motorbike. She has several bruses, three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and... we had to induce her into comma. The helmet saved her life”.

The world falls down to his feet. His legs trembled. Tranq forces him to have a seat, while the crying of Letti floods thr hallway. The faces of the guys talk for them. Coco is sobbing with his head between his arms, shaking it. No air in his lungs for a few seconds.

“Is gonna get better...?” Creeper asks with trembling voice, something they want and they don't want to know.

“We don't know”.

“What do ya' mean, uh?!” Coco jumps off his sit about to take him by the coat. Taza and Riz hold him apart, trying to calm the youngest.

“Next... hours... are crucial”. The doctor replies scared, walking back two steps.

“Can we... see her?” Letti talks, leaving away Chucky, with her eyes and cheeks covered in tears. The man nods pointing the room. She runs, her father too.

Their lives fall apart when they find you. You're laying in the bed with a tube in your mouth and a lot of cables around your body: connected to some fingers, another in your wrist, two in your nose. The girl has to cover her mouth before start crying loudly. Coco wrapped in his arms tightly, giving her a kiss on top of his head. Angel can't go to the room, he's not ready to see you and it hurts his chest too much.

You've been there for them the last five years, always helping the MC with whatever they asked you for. And Coco's daughter is your bestfriend since you met each other. It's painful can't do anything to help you when you most need them.

“Sometimes, they can listen”. The doctor says, holding your medical record between both hands. “I recommend you talk to her as normal as possible. I mean, talk about how were your day, what movie you saw on tv...”

“Stay with her, brother. I'm gonna do all the paperwork”. Bishop puts a hand on his shoulder, stretching it for a second. “The club will pay everything”.

“You don't ha...”

“She's one of us, Coco. Club decision”.

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Yes, you could hear them.

Members of Stockton, Yuma and Samcro went to visit you. They talked you about how was going everything and telling you that, when you came home, a big party would be waiting you. The longest one with the four charters together. And you would like to smile, to say that will be amazing, but you can't.

Bishop, Tranq and Taza visited you every night. They laugh about something funny happened that day. Maybe Chucky left the crane on and destroyed a car. Maybe Angel got slapped by one of Vicky's girl. Or the recurrent story in wich they tell you that a cat went inside the clubhouse and broke a whole box full of beers, before lick it from the floor.

Riz, Creeper and Gilly went often. Every three or four hour you heard them saying “hi, pequeña, we're here again to bother you”. Sometimes they argued about what tv show is better, or talk about they wanted a new tattoo and you should choose it when you're awake.

The Reyes family always went together. Felipe was the optimist one. He used to tell you about his childhood and adolescence. Funny stories of an old man. EZ and Angel are like your brothers, so seeing you in that kind of conditions was painful. But they were there too, telling you everything was gonna be ok and how much they were missing you.

Letti and Coco made the hospital their home. Bishop ‘gave a present’ to have a bigger room with comfy sofas where they could sleep better. The younger was forced to continue with the high-school, being picked up by Chuky to go back to the hospital. Coco never left you, holding your hand, kissing you all the time. He also cleaned your face every morning and every night. Brushed your hair and put some of his cologne in your pillow to make you felt like you were at home. When he wasn't reading you ‘Hamlet’, 'cause EZ told him was your favourite book, making a lot of additionals comments like ‘shit, baby, everybody dies here’ or ‘what the hell is happening’; he mostly was in silence, blaming himself for what happened that night.

It was raining. A rare storm installed on Santo Padre and the surroundings. You were mad because you came home and he wasn't there, even when he promised you to make dinner and have some free time of the chaos. You had the accident on your way to the clubhouse. Two young girls were driving a car without license. They skipped a red light, tripling the allowed speed. You were there. And, like the doctor said, the helmet Coco gave you for your last birthday saved your life. One of those with full structure wich covered your head, face and neck. But your cross motorbike broke into pieces. But this was the less important.

Because of the shock and the pain, you had a kind of respiratory failure. Your lungs couldn't work. You also broke the left wrist and dislocated the right shoulder. Three splintered ribs, bruises around your body and a lash on the neck. The good news were that you only would need three months of rehabilitation and one for rest, after it. The comma was something preventive.

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“Dammit, mami! You look good in this white pajama!” Coco gives you a kiss on the forehead, laying on the hospital bed, when the nurses have showered you. He puts an arm under your neck, carefully, holding you next to his body.

As the days goes by, you have less cables connected. You also don't need a mask to breathe better anymore and the analyzes show positive results. The crew, your family, are happy and feels better.

“You know, we talked about marriage and this... bullshit, and no following traditions, but white is definitely your color, baby”. He has a smile on his tired face, stroking your hair. “We've to marry, you hear me?”.

Tears running again down by his cheeks, pressing his lips against your temple with all the love he feels for you.

“You...” Your throat is dry and it hurts a little, but you're feeling like life is giving you a second chance. So you take it.

“(Y/N)?” Letti jumps off of the couch, Creeper and Gilly walks to the bed. Coco is looking at you with his eyes opened like never before. Everyone is having a heartattack.

“Fuc... Fucking crybaby”. With a lot of effort you smile being sleepy yet.

“Baby! Mami! Can 'hear me?”

You nod one time, drawing a painful gesture on your face. Everyone goes crazy. Creeper shouts calling the doctor, Letti hugs you and Gilly starts to call the crew by phone. You can feel Coco's hand narrowing yours, kissing your lips once and again desperately.

“Shit, mami, you scared me”. He laughs in tears, while you try to put an arm on Letti's back. “How 'feel? Need something?”

“Wa-Water, please...” You mutter clicking the tongue.

Letti, literally, runs to the table three meters away to take a small bottle. Carefully she offers you directly to your lips with soft sips. Oh, god, it feels like heaven when the liquid falls down by your throat till your stomach. The headache is gone, as the pain that involved your body the last two weeks. The plaster in your wrist is a little uncomfortable, taking a look of it raising the heavy hand in air. You look around confused and kinda anxious. It wasn't a dream. You're really there.

“What happened? Where's my bike?” You inquire, turning your face to Coco with your mouth almost open. By his gesture you know he hasn't any good to say. Licking your inner lip, you nod.

“Two crazy chicks ran you ove’, (Y/N)” He stucks both ankles on the mattress, taking your hand between his to gives you some kisses. He closes his eyes stroking one of his cheek with it. You can see the black shadows under his eyelids and the beard in the jaw.

Moving yourself all you can, you take his other cheek with the tiny fingers, inside the cast around your arm, and a wince, bowing to him. You press your lips against his, softly, in a warm way. You need to say ‘thank you for being my anchor’ without words, and Coco can feel it. You love him. You love him the most and nothing else matters. Hugging him, you start to cry. He couldn't felt the pain in every inch of your body, but you felt every day his. And it was horrible couldn't say you were ok, and you were hearing everything he said to you, hold his hand or move your head.

“This wasn't your fault”. You say, brushing his lips with yours. “Don't say that again. It was those girls, not you Coco. Even the storm has more fault on it”.

“Must have been home, baby... Making dinner, waitin' you”. He shakes his chin, closed eyes, noses lifting perfectly as a puzzle.

“Coco, stop”. You demand kissing him again, before be interrupted by the doctor.

“(Y/N), is good to see you awake. How you feel?”

“Like I learned to fly in the worst way”. Trying to laugh, coughs some times. Letti smiles laying next to you. She missed you too a lot and, by difference, she was who talked you the most. Even Gaby went to see you.

“Sense of humor is a good omen. Do you wan...”

“Oh, god, please don't. I heard it a thousand times”. You beg for a moment. “Wrist, ribs, shoulder, neck, blablabla... How many time do I have to stay here?”

“If everything goes as good as now, maybe in one or two weeks you'll be at home”.

“You hear' that, mami? You should have your meds and do whatever doc' says, to come home next week”. Coco sounds excited, smiling for the first time since one month ago. He kisses you again all over your face, holding you in his arms.

“Enjoying your holidays?” Angel's voice sounds agitated, stopping at the door till your eyes meet.

In two big steps he reaches the bed, while Coco gives you some space to be hugged for the man with a biggest smile in his face. The crew start to arrive too. Jokes, laughs and kisses flood the room. You can see some colorful flowers around, even two huge balloons are floating in a corner. That probably was Riz's idea. You're pretty sure.

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“You good, mami?”

Lights off and one of your legs on his waist. Coco has you between his arms, tightly and warmly. You're finally home, in your bed, smelling again like your favourite human being. Happiness isn't enough to explain how you feel, hidding your face under his chin.

“I always am when I'm with you, papi”. You say in a whisper, tangling your fingers in his shirt to put him closer. “Will you read me tomorrow a little more of ‘Hamlet’? It was my favourite part of the day”.

“'Course I'll do, baby. I'll do anythin' ya' ask me for”.

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wu-sisyphus-gang · 3 years

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Motion Sickness Chapter 44

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(Neo POV)

Jaune Arc was a bit like Roman. Not much but it was there. They both had a similarly loose moral code. One I found I'd be able to live inside of.

They were both smooth with their heists. Jaune Arc had proven that, in and out, nice and easy. He got what he needed. He got what information he needed. He got the job done.

Jaune Arc, or Cloud Strife if he prefered, it didn't matter to me, had shown that he knew the stakes when he tortured and killed people to get what he wanted. That proved he was trustworthy. He knew what the world was like.

It compelled me to follow him, more than the money had and as much as the promise of revenge against Cinder Fall, the woman who had set up my Roman Torchwick. Who got him arrested. Who undermined his authority. The list went on.

She'd set up Roman to die and for that I needed my vengeance. Cloud Strife got that. He understood. So even with this little detour if he still got me in a position to watch her die, then I could live with it. Hell, I'd even help with it. He made it sound important, even necessary. What with tales of how he was being mind controlled by Cinder's own boss.

There was always a bigger fish. Everyone always had a boss.

I watched him smoke. Roman Torchwick had been a heavy smoker, too. Nicotine, instead of Marijuana. Same-same but different.

What was with me and metrosexual men? Cloud Strife's piercings were as bad as Torchwick's mascara. It was a good look though. There was no denying that.

They both tried to control me. Which was fine, I guess. Cloud Strife played things fast and loose unlike Torchwick. Cloud was also a tad mad. He spouted about his mother controlling his thoughts. His mother being Cinder's boss. He was a touch insane, he rode sanity like a knife's edge and I wasn't sure whether he was going to end up cutting himself on it. He was on board with my more sadistic pleasures. He even, dare I say it, appreciated them. Roman never did that. Roman preferred to leave all the torture to me. Cloud got his hands dirty with it. It was like a change in scenery. In the end it was not so different.

I held close to him as he rode. The trees slowly went by to the steady beat of the horse's hooves.

Unlike Roman, Cloud Strife was a competent warrior. In fact, he was mostly a fighter first and a criminal second. It had been the reverse under Roman.

Cloud clicked his tongue and the horse came to a slow stop.

"And who are you little lady?"

I thought he was talking to me for a second. I peeked out around him. There was a little girl in the middle of the road. She might have been thirteen, maybe fifteen. What? I didn't know kids' ages. She was armed though. A massive shuriken in one hand and a sort of shield-gauntlet down the other arm. Her posture was one that indicated imminent violence.

"I'm a dust thief."

"I'm sorry," Cloud sounded bemused. "We don't use dust." I knew he had some pure crystals on him and that he knew how to use them. He was lying. He did so easily enough.

"Yeah right. A couple hunters like you. I bet you're loaded with it."

"You're mistaken, little lady."

"I'm not a lady."

Cloud tapped his pipe out and dismounted. He pocketed the pipe at his belt near the blue and gold lamp he carried. I watched from my seat, even this was giving me flashbacks to another little girl and another criminal mastermind. He took calm steps towards her with heavy boot falls. "You're a bandit, then?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"Couple a huntsman types like me are supposed to get rid of bandits like you. You got support in these trees?"

"No it's just me. I'm going to take your dust."

"Just you," I heard the frown in Cloud's voice. "I don't buy it."

"It doesn't matter. I'm robbing you!"

"Seriously, where's your back up? I'm not playing around, kid."

"Neither am I. I'm a huntress, I don't need back up."

Cloud rocked on his heels. "I'm being pranked."

She let out a battle cry and rushed him and he swiped her shuriken to the side and knocked her into the dirt. He didn't even draw his weapon.

Tan aura flared over the little girl when he swept her leg with one of his. I just watched from where I sat sidesaddle on the horse.

"Look kid I'm looking for a place called Wutai, you heard of it?"

She rose back to her feet with a fire. "Shut up. I'm not a kid. And of course I've heard of it."

"Good, you can lead us there."

"I'm not doing that. We-we're fighting!"

"At best I'm fighting you. And I feel bad the entire time I'm doing it."

"I bet you're scared of me!"

"I'm petrified."

"What?! I'll show you!"

She flung the shuriken at Cloud but he just spun so it bounced off his shield on his back. The little girl caught it again when it rebounded.

"Come on kid, I'm trying to take it easy on you. Don't make me get violent, now. What's a helpless kid like you doing this far from civilization? There could be bandits out here."

"I'm a bandit out here."

"You're really not," Cloud said, pityingly.

She tried to swing her shuriken at him but he stepped in and caught her by the arm. He kicked her legs out from underneath her again.

He ripped the shuriken out of her hands once she was on the ground.

"Hey! You spikey haired jerk!"

"Let me guess. You got aura so now you think you're invincible. You think you're hot shit." Cloud was teaching her a lesson it seemed. Well, he seemed sane enough for the moment. Cloud had moments where the crazy in him shone through. Moments where I wasn't sure he'd kill me just for the sheer pleasure of it.

"I have a semblance!"

"Everyone does."

She tried to rise and he put a heavy boot in the middle of her back.

"Hey-yuh!"

"Give it up, kid," Cloud said calmly. He watched her struggle for a few moments.

It was like watching a pinned ant. And I thought I was cruel.

I'd never tortured a little kid before. Some young people sure but never anyone as young as this girl seemed to be. I'd killed some pretty young people too but again not as young as her.

Not that what Cloud was doing was violent or even torture. He was just holding her down until she gave up. He was sparring her life because he was strong and she was weak.

"Neo," he called out. "Catch." He tossed me the shuriken. I caught it easily enough.

"Ugh! Fine!"

"What was that?"

"I said fine! You win or whatever!"

Cloud took his boot off her back. "You'll take us to Wutai, then."

"Um-" she glanced over at me where I held the weapon. My parasol was propped against my shoulder to ward off the sun. "Can I have my weapon back."

"Ask me nicely and I'll consider it."

"Ugh! Can I have it back, please?"

"After you take us to Wutai, sure. You can even think of it as payment."

Cloud walked over and grabbed the horse's reins. The whole confrontation had been so nonviolent the horse hadn't been disturbed.

He began to lead the horse beside the kid. "Well go on. Lead the way."

"It's not like it's far or anything. I'll show you."

The girl began to stride alongside Cloud.

"Have you been a hunter long?"

"Just a couple of years," Cloud answered her. I filed that information away. Cloud really hadn't been at this all too long. Some people's semblances and powers developed even more. Cloud's was definitely the type that was nebulous enough to do so.

I took the girl in now that she was closer.

She wore a white headband with a green sleeveless turtleneck which showed her stomach not unlike my new clothes. She wore orange fingerless gloves and bright orange shoes.

She watched me lash the shuriken to the horse's side. I wasn't going to carry it the whole time and Cloud didn't seem to mind in the slightest. He was pragmatic, like Roman.

"You're really strong. Like my father."

"Your father eh?"

"He's the leader of Wutai."

"It's a good thing I didn't rough you up too much, then. You got a name kid?"

"It's Yuma. Yuma Kisaragi. Not kid."

"Sorry Yuma. Well, you steal from hunters often?"

"Not really. I try and it never seems to work."

"Probably for the best."

"That's what my dad always says."

Unlike Roman, Cloud had a way with kids, it seemed. Some women liked that but I couldn't really get it.

"So what's your name?"

"I'm Cloud."

"And who's the lady with you?"

"This? Oh this is Neo. She doesn't talk much."

Ever. She doesn't talk ever.

"What kind of weapon do you use?"

"Just a sword and shield."

"That's pretty plain."

"I'm a pretty plain guy."

"I use that shuriken."

"I saw. You're not so bad with it."

"You really think so?"

Cloud nodded. "A few more years and you'll be in a pretty good place."

"That seems like forever."

"You'd be surprised how fast time goes. Keep at it."

"Ugh, you sound even more like my dad. Do you have a semblance.

Cloud gave her a slow nod. He seemed wary of talking about his semblance. That was wise of him. To prevent anyone from figuring out his weaknesses.

"Can you show me?"

"I wouldn't. It's pretty lackluster."

I snorted. Cloud had won the superpower lottery. Limit Breaker made him damn near unstoppable. I had yet to see him really use it in force. He beat me by standing still and his weapon had another form. I was sure of it though he had yet to use it against me.

"She doesn't seem to think so. I bet your semblance is pretty great."

"Well thank you kindly." Cloud did a southern Vale accent. "But you know a semblance is only as good as it's wielder."

"Then I'm going to have the best semblance."

"I thought you said you had it already."

"I well-" the kid stammered. "I haven't quite unlocked it yet."

She didn't have it, then. Didn't have a clue. Damn, kids were a bother.

"Bluffing, were ya?"

"Maybe a little.

The kid was annoying. I wish he'd dump her already. But I guess he must have some kind of plan in mind for her. Maybe for getting in the leader of Wutai's good graces.

"You ought to be more careful. If I was somebody else I might have hurt you."

"Yeah, yeah. I'd have managed some way or another. I'm a huntress," She repeated.

"Even hunters die."

"Hunters like my dad always seem so strong, though."

"Until they fight another hunter. The matchup could be bad for them and when they lose it's for keeps."

"Really?" She sounded like she couldn't believe it.

"Only all the time."

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"Dad, dad!" Yuma went running out into the village.

"Oi! I thought you wanted your weapon back!?" Cloud called out to her.

"Oh that's right."

Reminded, she came running back in those bright orange shoes for her shuriken. An elderly fellow came out from the largest house to see us. Middle-aged and with the gentle thrum of aura and nothing to prove.

Cloud handed her her weapon back, unstrapping it from beside the horse.

"Payment done. A pleasure doing business with you."

She beamed up at Cloud.

"Hail stranger. What are you doing with my daughter?"

"She tried to ambush us on the side of the road. Something about taking our dust. I'm not really sure." Cloud smiled easily.

"Yuma…" The man growled. He bought our story easily enough to make me wonder about the young girl's habits.

"Dad this is Cloud. He's a hunter. He's really strong!"

The kid didn't know the half of it. Cloud was cunning and he was brutal. I remembered him snapping that guy's fingers like pretzels. Plus he shattered aura and killed without hesitation. Roman wasn't like that.

"Hush now Yuma. I apologize for the trouble my daughter caused you."

She loudly humphed but did as her father bade.

"No harm, no fowl," Cloud replied easily.

"I appreciate you taking it easy on her. I am Godo Kisaragi."

"I'm just glad I found her before some bandits did," Cloud said, an easy smile on his lips. "I'm Cloud Strife. This is Neapolitan, just Neapolitan," he introduced us to the Dono of the town.

"I must ask since we don't often get strangers this way, what brings two young hunters out here?"

"I'm looking for Merlot's laboratory. Do you know of it? Do you know where it is?"

"I do. It's a place of true abominations. I must ask what ever for? No one has been out to see the laboratory in years. What business is it of yours?"

"He and I have unfinished business. I'm looking for him and I have to start somewhere. I got wind of this lab and made it a part of my agenda."

"What of the little miss on the horseback, Neapolitan was it?"

"Oh, she doesn't talk." Cloud went on with that same relaxed smile. I suppose he and Roman both had a way with people. "I've been her mouth piece, I suppose."

It was a good skill to have in our business.

"Indeed, you treated my daughter well. That's reason enough for me to like you. Why don't you come in for tea and we can discuss Merlot and his laboratory. Yuma, go get tea started for our young guests."

Cloud tied the horse off and helped me down off the horse's back like a gentleman. He left his weapon at the door meanwhile I folded my parasol neatly and attached it to my waist such that the blade of the sword-stick was in easy drawing distance. Cloud gave me a warning look but said nothing about it. No doubt he was slightly happier with one of us armed but he wanted me to start no trouble.

Fine by me.

Godo led the way inside and Yuma disappeared into a kitchen to put water on to boil.

"What do you intend to do with his laboratory?"

"Destroy it, probably. Along with the Grimm he left behind."

"No mean feat. There's a reason the laboratory is mostly abandoned and left alone by us. We tend to skirt the edges of it when we need to go near it at all."

"I take it he's no longer here, then."

"No one has seen him in months. It's likely he left some time ago, leaving only augmented monstrosities behind and a building."

"He augmented the Grimm?"

"Some. Others are vaguely human, creations of his laboratory that were deemed failures in his eyes. He set them loose on the landscape. We've been dealing with them for years now."

Cloud's eyes narrowed. Yuma came in with hot water and poured some tea.

"Sorry," she murmured after she spilled some. She wiped it down with a spare cloth she was using to hold the kettle.

"You're doing fine," Cloud returned.

I drank some of the sweet tea. It tasted fine, even if tea wasn't quite my, well- my cup of tea.

"I need to get in there and find out where he headed next," Cloud said. "Know thy enemy and all that jazz."

"Why? If you don't mind me asking."

"I- he hurt me. His work did me harm. It's a touch personal. He got some of my friends killed, it was in a roundabout way but he's still at fault."

"Ah- forgive me then."

"There's nothing to forgive." Cloud took a sip of his own tea. "It's good. You did well, Yuma."

She blushed like a school girl under his praise. Cloud was good looking I suppose. And he didn't even need Roman's makeup to pull off his looks. The earrings made him look a little effeminate but it was countered by his wide shoulders and arms. His frame simply wasn't that of a woman's. With wide shoulders and narrow hips.

He cut a dangerous figure.

"Well, I never thought hunters would come out to help us with our little problem."

"Don't get my motivation twisted."

"I shan't," Godo said. "You are out for vengeance. At least your motivation is understandable. And who better to be the target of your rage than Merlot? At least in my eyes. All the same, if you can remove this looming threat, I shall sleep better at night."

"I suppose. Tell me about the laboratory."

"It's built to withstand punishment. It's crawling with green Grimm. Modified by Dr. Merlot. The humanoid Grimm lurk deeper into their territory. They are fast with wicked claws and a sort of malicious intelligence."

"Are they self aware? Do they plan and communicate?"

"No. And not to my knowledge. Anything is possible with old Grimm but I do not see them as capable of such."

"Always good news. I'd hate to fight them if they were truly person-like."

"They are not. They are wretched, desperate things. Could you imagine a human Grimm?" Cloud took a long drink of tea. He'd mentioned the possibility that he had Grimm to his nature himself. Talk of this lab only seemed to back that up. Well, it certainly explained his psychosis. "Capable of walking amongst us? Of talking?"

"Terrifying," Cloud agreed. "It's what I had been afraid of when you mentioned human Grimm."

"They are nothing like that. Though they are dangerous. They are more like Grimm in the shape of a person rather than person-Grimm." Some Grimm took on attributes of the creatures they looked like. Cloud seemed content that this wasn't the case with these artificial Grimm.

"It sounds like they're monsters all the same. I can destroy them if that's all they are."

"I would warn you not to be arrogant but I can tell you are confident in your abilities. Many people have underestimated their speed and suffered for it. They occasionally make their way North here to the village."

"Just wandering? Or in real groups?"

"Sometimes one and the other."

"I can't promise to kill them all, just to cut a path through them to the lab."

"That's more than I could have asked a sane person for. I'm not as fit as I once was. I was slowly dwindling their number as they splayed out and little more. Your presence and assault will be a great boon to us. Wutai will be in your debt."

"I wouldn't sweat it. You don't have anything I want. Except those directions to the lab."

"Of course."

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lazyacey0224 · 4 years

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Yuma Birthday scenario (Demon AU)

I wrote this for celebration for our farmer boy’s birthday and I couldn’t help myself, so I did an AU and sort of part two to the other Demon AU I did with him. It is a smut, so it’s under cut, but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

Seeing the girl getting close and friendly with other humans whilst they were out spiked a familiar but unwanted feeling within himself. He was jealous, possessiveness spiking over his human.

"You made a pact with me. You're mine, no one else's." The rough touches left you moaning and breathless as you lay helpless on the bed. Yuma groping any skin he could, digging in his fingers and nails, scratching, biting, sucking, kissing, marking what was his, all while you could only let out your voice and grip at the sheets beneath you.

"Only I can make you feel this way. That expression is only for me. You should only look at me." Nearly much growling, shifting into his demon form, he immediately wrapped his tail around your thigh to keep you still and from escaping and held both your wrists in his one hand above your head.

"I'll show you that I'm the only one you need." Grinning, he ripped apart your clothes to give him access to more flesh. "Only I can do this to you." Feeling fingers stroke your folds through the material of your underwear, you began breathing heavier. A gasp was then elicited when your underwear was also ripped away, allowing skin on skin touch.

Two of his thick fingers plunged deep within you, causing you to throw your head back slightly and a few mewls to slip out as he begun to move them. Chuckling, Yuma kept his pace painfully slow, tormenting you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, before leaning down to attach his lips to your neck, sucking a mark harshly.

“Yuma please.” Your begging only got yourself a grin from the demon as he hovered over you once again, enjoying your expressions of desperation. Ignoring your longing, wearing a malicious smirk, Yuma took pleasure in your yearning, frustrated moans slipping from your lips. To indulge himself, Yuma met his lips to your neck once again, biting down your neck and across your collarbone, delivering harder bites every second one to mark your flesh.

“As much as I love seeing you desperate, I’m getting a bit impatient now.” Drawing himself away from your form, Yuma made quick work of removing his clothes before caging you back on the bed. “Let’s hope you can satisfy me and enough for me to forgive you.” Yuma spoke, voice low and malevolent, pumping himself, savouring your distressed look a little longer.

“Please Yuma. I need you.” Your voice was quiet as you lay there waiting, before finally feeling Yuma’s tip brush against your entrance. He only smirked as he thrust all in one go, bottoming out and watching you writhe under him, struggling to adjust from the sudden stretch. Wasting no time, gripping your hips securely, nails biting into the bare flesh, and tail curling and grasping around your middle, Yuma began delivering deep, harsh thrusts, albeit slower than expected.

“Open your mouth.” From Yuma’s demand, you did so, connecting in a hot, passionate kiss, tongue mingling, as the demon picked up the pace, keeping the hard plunges into your core. Along with the fleshy sounds from Yuma’s merciless thrusts, moans from yourself and grunts from Yuma filled the room, as you felt yourself slowly losing yourself, more and more. Pulling away from the kiss, Yuma gazed down at your form, eyes glassed over, pink staining your cheeks, chest heaving from your pants and hands clenching the sheets side your head, your form under the shadow created from his wings spread.

“Only I see this lewd display of your’s.” Pairing with the possessing words, Yuma’s movements seemed to quicken as much as was able, reaching your depths and stroking over that sensitive spot within. Head thrown back, your neck put on show the bright red marks Yuma had created, causing him to lean down and bite down again, sinking his sharp canines into the side of your neck. From that, a knot tightened within yourself as Yuma continued thrusting viciously, chasing his own release.

Your hands reached up and tangling themselves in Yuma’s hair, brushing against his horns, mewls growing louder signalling how close you were. Sensing this, rising up from your neck, Yuma grinned, tightening his tail around your abdomen and gave a few rough thrusts, throwing you over the edge, and taking great pleasure in seeing your expression.

While you were riding out your orgasm, your were beginning to be overstimulated as Yuma was still finding his own release. He paid no mind to you, instead enjoying the moans falling from your lips as you were dragged along for the ride. After several more ruthless thrusts, you felt Yuma’s warmth filling you, spilling out of you a little and you were left heavily panting beneath him on the bed.

“You did well.” He surprisingly praised you, one hand removing itself from your hip, forefinger collecting your mix of cum and slipping it into your mouth between parted lips. "Don't think I'm done with you. It's gonna be a long night for you.” Emphasising what he said, you felt his hips moving once again, and you could only let yourself fulfil his wants, not having the strength to oppose him.

#diabolik lovers #yuma mukami #mukami yuma #mukami brothers #smut #scenario #imagine #mature

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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what character of yours you like the most? well, a bit more, if all of them are "as equally loved"?

This is probably the first time someone ever asked me this, which is honestly pretty exciting? I'm really sorry, but I love rambling about my characters-

Well, I do see them pretty equally? Especially the oc pairs, ya know? The pair of oc delinquents, the pair of oc bullies, the pair of oc teacher, etc- I see them all in a pretty similar light, even if I can tell who is (probably) the most liked from the combo (like Jack is generally the more popular of the delinquent characters).

I really like Tatsumi in general, I was planning on adding his Bio but I didn't even start with his profile drawing yet ;-;. He is the one character with the personality I like the most, and his body type helps me play around with his clothing, since he is a plus size fashionista.

Ibu is the best boi in my opinion. And I like whenever someone asks for a Yuma headcanon, because they're simply filled with chaotic energy.

I love the twins because I try to make them go from anime bullies to bratty gremlins every 5 seconds.

It's easy to see that the teachers are the only kinda "okay" or "stable" characters. Like- They aren't as completely insane as everyone else.

Ingrid is new, yet I still really like her. And Abigail is an evil bitch that I love writing for.

The Collector is fine. But whenever he isn't transformed or disguising himself I laugh a little remembering how bizzare his true form is lol.

And then we have ghost boy, who is literally the outcast-

Sorry for rambling so much, but I love to imagine my characters fighting over who is the best boy/best girl? They all sass each other out and stuff, and ghost boy is sad because he is the most forgettable out of everyone.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

#a sweetheart asked:#yandere oc #yandere oc discussion #sheep's stuff

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mythicamagic · 5 years

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Diabolik Murder Mystery: Twoshot

Writing Commission for @s-e-kwan

AU: In Edwardian London, Detective Mukami Ruki pays a visit to Sakamaki manor after hearing the news of his late Benefactor’s murder. It soon becomes clear the culprit is one of the sons, or is it possibly Karl Heinz’s ward; miss Yui Komori?

Mystery/some romance

Rated T

10,100 words

Chapter Two - here

Diabolik Murder Mystery~

The grimy streets were quiet in the late evening, with street lamps illuminating dingy alleyways and cobblestone pavements in a gaudy orange.

A pale hand drew back a velvet curtain, looking out from within the carriage. Ruki Mukami’s lips lifted in a silent sneer, the curtain falling back into place.

He hated downtown. More for the reminder of what it had done to him in his youth.

But for his purposes, he needed to visit it and ignore the filth, poor and ghosts of proud little aristocrats weeping on street corners. He stepped out of the carriage once it reached a downtrodden pub, walking inside.

Yuma paused, a barrel hauled casually over his shoulder. “Hey, Ruki!” He greeted.

The other patrons paused in their drinks, looking at the man that stuck out like a sore thumb.

Tailored black clothes and tall top hats weren’t things usually seen around downtown. Ruki ignored them, padding to a table where two young men awaited him.

Yuma finished up setting the drinks barrel down, wiping the surface of the bar before joining them.

Kou smiled. “It’s been a little while since we were all together~”

“Mn…I’ve missed…you,” the youngest, Azusa murmured.

Ruki set his hat down, adjusting his collar and cuffs until they were loose, shedding his gentlemanly persona. There was no need for it now. “Yes. I apologise for being busy and that the reason for our meeting had to be so…grim.”

Yuma leaned his cheek on his palm. “Tch, we couldn’t exactly ignore it.”

Nodding, Ruki pulled out a newspaper from his jacket, setting it on the table.

‘MURDER AT SAKAMAKI MANOR.’ The headline read.

Azusa looked at the article, frowning softly at the name of the victim. “Karl…Heinz.”

“Indeed. Murdered in his sleep. Each of his children were in the house with him, and we’re all aware of his monetary status.”

Letting out an aggravated sigh, Yuma shook his head. “Here ya go again, playing detective.”

“It’s almost like it’s my job,” Ruki muttered dryly.

“Soo you’re going to investigate it without anyone hiring you?”

The eldest Mukami glanced at Kou, who observed him quietly. “I don’t have much of a choice. He adopted us, fed us and clothed us without anyone hiring him. It’s not clear if the motive was revenge, an act of wrath, or desire to obtain his full wealth, and I won’t know until I interview the family. I also need to find out the status of the Will.”

“We will…help you…Ruki,” Azusa nodded.

“Heh, don’t steal my line. Course’ we’ll help,” Yuma agreed, with Kou inspecting his pristine nails.

“If it doesn’t interfere with my singing.”

“Shaddap! He paid for your concert slots. Ya owe your fame to him!”

Ruki put a hand up, silencing the glaring brothers. “Thank you. I think it’s best we communicate by letter while this is going on. I’ll send you instructions.”

“Why?”

“The six Sakamaki children are wealthy. It wouldn’t surprise me if they assigned someone to follow me when I begin my investigation. They’ll want to know what I know. I can’t use you to spy on them if they know our connection.”

“Makes sense, you got any suspects yet?” Kou hummed.

Ruki threaded his fingers. Pale lips curve, blue-grey eyes darkening. “Not yet. Though I am thoroughly interested in meeting his ward.”

“Ah, I remember he got one. What’s her name again?”

“Miss Yui Komori.”

OOO

A young lady with blonde hair wandered out onto the balcony, airing out the laundry. The past few days had left her with a ghostly pallor, her eyes downcast. The black dress she wore signified her state of mourning.

Hurrying downstairs to go and help the servants in the kitchen with dinner, she almost bumped head first into someone. “O-oh, forgive me,” she curtseyed.

Subaru stilled, muscles tensing. With a tsk, he averted his eyes and stormed off. Yui straightened, her hand dipping into her pocket to squeeze the iron rosary within.

“You don’t have time to be dawdling, Komori.”

Raising her head, she met narrowed eyes. Reiji padded down the hallway. “Our guest will be arriving soon.”

“I don’t see why we should let a damn Detective into this house, much less feed him.” Ayato piped up on his way to go steal food from the kitchen.

“It’s true the police have already interviewed us. But if they’ve hired one, then we’ve no choice but to open our doors to him. I certainly don’t want to arouse suspicion…unless you’re worried he’ll find something you’re hiding,” Reiji uttered, lifting a brow.

“Tch, shut it Four Eyes. I’m not gonna hide the fact that I think whoever killed the Old man is a damn legend.” Ayato sneered, padding away.

Reiji folded his arms loosely. “Not the best strategy with dealing with an investigator,” he sighed. Glancing at Yui, who still lingered, her expression thoughtful, he frowned. “Unless you want a whipping, off with you, Komori.”

She jumped, squeaking and nodding as she hurried away.

OOO

The Mansion was as lavish as Ruki had expected, with finely trimmed hedges and vast, sprawling grounds. He and his brothers had never visited. They’d been kept a secret from Karl Heinz’s family, though why, Ruki had never known. It hadn’t been his place to ask.

Knocking on the door, Ruki was received by a servant, who took his hat and coat. Stepping inside, Ruki lifted his head to look at the stained glass skylight in the foyer. Another servant asked that he follow her to the drawing room, where seven people awaited him.

His children, Ruki thought, glancing at the only girl. And ward.

“Thank you for arriving on time,” Reiji walked forward, posture straight. He offered his hand, and Ruki shook it.

“I’m the one who owes thanks for being received. Having you all here at once makes my job easier.”

Ayato scoffed.

Turning, Reiji motioned to his siblings. “I’ll start by introducing us. That one sleeping on the couch so disgracefully is Shuu, the eldest. I am Reiji, second eldest. Next is Ayato, Kanato, Laito and Subaru,” he gestured to each one in turn.

Ruki nodded in greeting, before turning to the young woman.

“This is Yui Komori. My Father took her on as his ward,” Reiji muttered.

She curtseyed, bowing her head politely. Taking her petite hand, Ruki dipped low, raising it to his lips. From his peripheral vision, he noticed the youngest Sakamaki bristle.

Interesting, Ruki thought, straightening and looking into Yui’s eyes. “It’s a pleasure.”

He was soon shown to a seat, which he sank into, observing each of his technical half-brothers. “Now then, you know what business has brought me here,” he said softly. “Three days ago, your Father was murdered at around 1.00am, dying from multiple stab wounds.”

Pausing to gauge their reactions, it seemed only Yui was shaken by the gory details. The boys looked on plainly, almost seeming bored.

“…The report I gained from the autopsy showed that his left arm had suffered some burns. But from what was found, it stands to reason that he was burned after being killed.”

Luckily Azusa working in the morgue proved extremely useful.

Laito hummed, tapping his bottom lip. “That’s odd. A burn? Why would there be one?”

“Karl Heinz was found in a bed with unspoiled sheets. I therefore think the murderer knocked over the candelabra next to his bed shortly after the murder and singed the bodies arm. For some reason instead of leaving the blaze, the murderer must have snuffed it out and removed the burned and bloody bedsheets. They then changed them with clean ones.”

“That sounds like an awful amount of trouble to go to,” Reiji said flatly.

“Mn…” Ruki slid his gaze over them. “His body was found at 6.00am by the butler. That’s all I know about the incident itself. That, and the murder weapon.” He pulled out a single silver knife from inside his jacket, setting it down on the table.

Subaru swallowed. A few brothers directed their gazes at the floor or wall. A tactic Ruki knew well. They knew who it belonged to, but they didn’t want to rat them out.

“This was found discarded outside the house among the bushes. The blade matches the types of lacerations and wounds found on the body.” Ruki sat back, threading his fingers. “I’d now like to hear your alibis.”

“But surely you’ve already read the police report? Saying it again is tiresome,” Kanato sighed, squeezing teddy.

The Detective regarded him cooly. “I would like to hear it directly from you.”

So that he could see if anyone slipped up or looked as though they were rehearsing lines. Sometimes people even remembered things they’d forgotten.

Shuu revealed he’d been in his room, asleep when the incident happened.

Ayato had also been sound asleep in his room.

And Laito.

And Reiji.

And-

All of them. Not one of them had an alibi that could be proven by another person.

Ruki’s eyes narrowed when none of them wavered. Either they were telling the truth, or they were such strong liars that it was second nature not to flinch.

As Reiji went about making them all tea, Ruki inwardly went over what each of them did for a living, as he’d found from his own investigative work.

Shuu was the apathetic and lazy eldest son who remained jobless, he’d never worked a day in his life.

Reiji proved the exact opposite. As an accomplished scientist, he’d contributed much to the medical field.

The triplets ran some sort of high-end pub, which Ruki knew to be a secret brothel. He’d sent Yuma there himself just to make sure.

Yuma had not wanted to talk about it too much, apparently shaken. Naturally the Triplets denied all accusations in past Police inquires, not wanting to get arrested.

Subaru had little prospects and had become the grounds keeper of the estate.

And last of all was miss Komori, whom Karlheinz took under his wing after taking her from a convent. Why, exactly, Ruki didn’t know. She was a dedicated missionary worker, and a catholic who helped out with the churches, convents and orphanages.

Truly a saint. He sneered.

Accepting the tea, he levelled his gaze at Reiji. “If I’m not mistaken, you have different Mothers, correct?”

Ayato tensed, glaring. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Enough, Ayato. Yes, Shuu and I are from Karlheinz’s first wife, Beatrice. The Triplets are from his second, Cordelia. Subaru is from his…current wife, Christa.” Reiji explained.

Ruki feigned innocence. “And what happened to the first two?”

“They were murdered, their cases still unsolved,” Shuu drawled quietly, not opening his eyes.

“Fufufu, yes~ Father was referred to as Bluebeard for a while by the city folk. They thought he did it.”

Glancing at Laito, the detective lifted a brow. “You don’t?”

“Hm? Ohh who can say?” Green eyes glittered.

After taking a sip of his cup, Ruki looked up. Though there were plenty of lamps lit, the air was slightly chilly. Curiously, the brothers left the fireplace unlit. “I’d like to finally talk about the Will this evening, before going to see the scene of the murder.”

The brothers shifted and glanced at each other.

“I heard the details myself. Your Father certainly had a dark sense of humour,” he smiled slightly. “It said that his vast fortune and estate would go to the son who managed to kill him, is that not correct?”

Only Reiji nodded. The others wore unreadable expressions.

“What’s more, he went on to say that whoever did so would gain miss Komori’s hand in marriage.” Ruki’s sharp eyes slid to Yui, who lingered near the wall, hands drawn up to her chest like she were silently praying. “And curiously, you omitted yourself from the Will, didn’t you Subaru?”

All eyes turned to the youngest, who glared. “So what? I don’t want to be part of whatever sick and twisted game that man thought up! I don’t want his money!” He spat.

Thin lips curved up, blue-grey eyes assessing him. “Well it is a bit of a double-edged sword. Only the murderer can gain the money and miss Komori. And they’ll only get that fortune once they’ve turned themselves in or been caught.”

Silence descended on the room. A tense energy charged the already gloomy and quiet atmosphere.

A servant then interrupted the group, piping up that dinner was ready.

After eating their meals without much incident, Ruki mused to himself as he held the fine silver cutlery, that it looked just like the ones from his memory. From days of old, when he’d been living in his own fine, lavish mansion. Where servants had waited on him hand and foot and he’d thanked them with whips, knives and cruelty.

Ruki set down the silver spoon.

“Mr. Mukami, are you alright?” Yui murmured quietly, sitting beside him at the table.

Glancing at her, he wondered what kind of expression he’d been making. “Yes…fine thank you. I think I’d like to retire to bed after inspecting the murder scene, if that’s acceptable.”

“Oh, of course.” She nodded, smiling kindly.

“Don’t dally too long in showing him Father’s room, Yui.” Kanato sniffed. “You promised to fix Teddy’s stitching.”

“Ah, y-yes.”

“And help the servants tidy the kitchen.” Reiji snipped.

The Sakamaki’s watched them leave the table with narrow, slightly hostile gazes. Ruki almost found it refreshing they did nothing to hide their dislike of him.

He followed miss Komori up the stairs, who seemed to be in the habit of clutching a rosary to her.

“They treat you much like Livestock. A servant, instead of their equal as Karl Heinz’s ward.” Ruki mused, gliding his hand up the dark wooden handrail.

Yui stiffened. “Mn. I’ve become used to them though,” she admitted.

“Why exactly did Karl Heinz adopt you?”

“I don’t know honestly. When he visited my convent, he just requested to take me home. I thought at first he’d be doing something terrible or underhanded to me, but he was very pleasant and kind, if a little distant. I think…sometimes he did it so that his sons could talk to someone ordinary.” She said, reaching the top of the staircase and carrying on down a long hallway.

“Ordinary?”

“Mhm. They dismiss their servants, so of course they wouldn’t bother talking to them like regular people. But their pride and upbringing has made it difficult for them to even talk to other gentleman or ladies. I guess introducing me to them was a way of trying to make them lower their standards,” she gave a self-deprecating giggle, before it died in her throat. They’d reached Karl Heinz’s door.

“I wouldn’t say that, my Lady,” Ruki muttered, passing by her frozen figure and opening it.

Everything was silent within. He could see that the room looked a little bare, but knew various items had been confiscated for the police investigation. The double bed was large and fit for a King, the moonlight filtering in through the window.

Ruki stopped to take it in, before walking around the bed to its left side. Apparently that was where Karl had been laying when he was murdered. Sinking to one knee, he touched the wooden floorboard, finding part of it a darker colour. It was clearly charred.

Excess embers from the burns on Karl’s arm? This only confirmed to him the blaze had been an accident. A candelabra had been on the list of confiscated items, which had been found on the floor.

The thing that confused him was the changed sheets. If the murderer had killed Karl and managed to snuff out the blaze, why bother to wait around and change the bedding?

Unless…

Azusa had said there had been jagged, uneven cuts on Karl’s upper arm as well. Like someone had attempted amputation. The cuts had been made also after the victim had been deceased.

A cover up?

“M-Mr. Mukami. Is everything okay in there?” Came Yui’s voice.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Straightening, he took another look around the room, pulling out draws. He then re-joined Yui in the hallway, who seemed hesitant to go in.

“I suppose I should retire to bed.” He inclined his head.

“Yes, me too. Thank you for all your hard work so far.”

Nodding, Ruki spied movement out of the corner of his eye. The youngest Sakamaki again.

Deciding to test a theory, he stepped closer to the woman, who remained clueless. Ruki then crowded her back into the wall, setting his hand up near her head.

Yui’s cheeks flushed, eyes widening. “M-Mr. Mukami- what are you-“

“You’re like Eve in a den of snakes, so helpless and yet a singular existence amidst filth. There’s something very compelling about you, miss Komori.”

“I barely know you, sir!”

“Perhaps you should use my first name and it will deepen our familiarity then, Yui,” he purrs, mouth inches from her ear. From the angle however, it probably looked like he was kissing her neck.

“HEY!”

Before he was ripped off her, Ruki noticed a hickey she’d tried to hide under the lace of her collar.

Subaru stood between them, fist slamming into Ruki’s jaw. Yui cried out and grabbed the young man’s arm, tugging at him as Ruki staggered.

“Subaru! H-he didn’t hurt me, it’s alright.”

“HOW IS IT? OR ARE YOU FINE WITH OTHER MEN DOIN’ WHAT THEY WANT WITH YA?” Subaru roared, eyes blazing.

Yui dropped his arm. Ruki brushed a hand over his aching jaw.

“I didn’t say that,” she said quietly, averting her gaze. “I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, gentleman.”

Watching her figure retreat, hurrying down the hallway and obviously fighting tears, Ruki glanced at Subaru.

“You stay away from her!” He snapped.

Ruki rose a brow. “Why? Are you that protective of her as your sister? From what I know, she’s only been living here a year.”

The white-haired boy stiffened, caught.

Ruki smiled slightly. “I assume this is my room?” He gestured to an undecorated door, pointing to him that it was a guest bedroom.

“Piss off,” Subaru tossed his head, grouchily stomping away and leaving Ruki alone. Humming, the detective slipped inside his room.

Laying down for the night, he wearily fought away the usual nightmares.

OOO

The next few days, Ruki quietly observed the behaviours of each of the Sakamaki children during their day.

Shuu, predictably, slept.

Reiji worked from home in his study, which was strictly off limits. Ruki had peered in anyway, seeing the research and experiments on display. Karl’s system had no trace of poison, narcotics or any other type of tampering, so Ruki left him be.

He then wrote down instructions and passed them to a servant he’d paid off, who in turn happened to wander into the market and pass them to Yuma and Kou.

Yuma despaired in following the Triplets again to their place of work, but grimly did so.

Kou’s task was to follow the youngest Sakamaki.

He watched and kept his distance, having the uncanny ability to mix into any atmosphere and belong if he was in disguise. The singer raised a brow when Subaru visited the Mad House, however. Hanging back, Kou waited an hour outside before Subaru left, looking much paler with eyes downcast. A red mark was blooming on his cheek.

Kou wandered inside afterwards and just so happened to find out who he’d been visiting; His mother, Christa.

After passing back the information to Ruki via similar means, the eldest Mukami paused. He then showed the murder weapon to the servant he’d paid off, asking who it belonged to.

Soon after, he wrote in his notes – prime suspect: Subaru Sakamaki. Owner of silver knife.

Motive: His Mother suffered great pain at the hands of Karl Heinz, who had a terrible effect on her sanity.

He just needed a little more proof and it would be enough. Though…something didn’t add up to him, and he couldn’t figure out what. He therefore had Kou tail Subaru one extra day, tailing him to the East side of London.

Ooo

Following the ward himself, Ruki sat down in the church one afternoon. He wasn’t exactly one for praying, but he allowed Yui to stay as she was, hand’s clasped and head bowed. She took a few minutes more to finish up, before glancing at him guardedly.

“O-oh. Hello, Mr. Mukami.”

“You don’t have to be afraid, and Ruki is fine.” He smirked, standing when she did. “Off to do missionary work now?”

“Yes, I’m quite busy,” she murmured.

“And what sections of London do you usually visit? East side?”

“N-No. Just the local area. I don’t get out much or walk so far,” Yui held her prayer book, walking down the aisle.

“Lying in a church?” Ruki chuckled, causing her to freeze. He approached her from behind slowly. “It’s funny. Just the other day someone spotted you in East side, walking into a hotel famous for its sordid affairs and meetups for estranged lovers.”

Yui turned to face him, pale.

His lips curved cruelly. “You met Subaru in there just the other day, didn’t you?”

“How do you…know that was me? It could have been anyone.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, taking something out. “You left behind some damning evidence.”

A rosary dangled in front of her face. Yui gaped, patting down her pockets and finding them empty. Shuddering, she blinked the tears from her eyes.

“I knew it. He killed Karl to prevent anyone else from having you. He did it to protect you in his own twisted min-“

“No that’s not it!” Yui burst. “He was with me that night. We w-were together, making love. Please don’t tell anyone.”

At this, Ruki paused. “You lied to the police. Why go that far? You two are hardly doing anything illegal, you’re not fully adopted as his sister.”

“It’s not that…Subaru has a poor opinion of himself,” Yui said quietly, wiping away the stray tears that escaped. “He doesn’t want my virtue being called into question. He….thinks I should marry a gentleman. But I can’t do that if my reputation is ruined. So we keep it a secret.”

Ruki observes her quietly. “…You love him, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” Yui murmured, looking at him with a raised chin and determined eyes.

“Hm,” he smiled slightly, thinking her a rare find in a greedy, murderous mansion. What he didn’t say, however, was that her admission didn’t ease him. She could easily be lying to protect a lover. If he didn’t receive any more information to the contrary, then Sakamaki Subaru would likely be arrested for his father’s murder.

Ooo

A soiree was held on the fourth day, taking place in the evening. It was in incredibly poor taste to have one before the funeral, but it didn’t stop the guests from pouring in. Ruki wondered if the brothers were doing it just to spite him.

However, he decided to just observe the young men in their natural habitat. Shuu didn’t move as per usual, while the Triplets were laughing it up in the Game room. He noticed that Kanato was the more reserved one, not quite having the flair for conversation his two brothers had. The youngest triplet therefore quietly slipped out, and his presence wasn’t even missed.

Ayato had his arm around a busty brunette, grinning at her. “You know you’d work real well in a show we do.”

“Ohh, what kind of show?” She purred, playing with his loose tie as he tipped alcohol down his throat.

Subaru passed by their table, hands drawn into tight fists. He knocked a wine glass in his rush, tipping it over.

Laito cried out, “naaw! Subaru~ you ruined the table cloth. Reiji will be maad-“

“Indeed, I’m a little cross.” Reiji suddenly stormed up, glaring at the plume of red staining the crisp white cloth.

Subaru snarled. “Shut up! It wasn’t my fault!”

“Honestly, go bring me a fresh table cloth at the very least.”

“I don’t know where all that crap is!” He snarled, while Reiji sighed.

“Very well, I’ll do it. As per usual,” he snipped, walking out.

It was clear none of them got on. Ruki opened his mouth to say something- before a horrible, deafening yell came from the other room. Running to the living room, he found Shuu sat in the corner, knees drawn up and violently shaking, rocking back and forth as the curtains from the slightly open windows swayed.

“What happened?”

“He’s afraid of fire,” Subaru muttered, appearing at his side.

Glancing at the fireplace, Ruki noticed it was lit. Quickly grabbing the bucket next to it, which was usually always filled next to fire places for emergencies, he found it empty.

“Fill this with water, immediately.” He shoved it into a startled maid’s hands. She quickly rushed by the confused guests, who looked at the helpless man cowering in the corner. Subaru was at his side, awkwardly putting a hand on his shoulder and muttering quietly to him.

“W-we just lit the fire because it was chilly.” A man defended, looking slightly guilty.

The maid felt like she took an agonisingly slow time, but finally she returned. Ruki quickly grabbed the heavy bucket and threw the water onto the flames. They hissed on impact, charred wood going damp.

Shuu’s violent shudders slowly abated, breathing calming. Ruki exhaled, walking over and crouching before him.

“Mr. Sakamaki, are you alright?”

Shuu didn’t answer.

Clearing his throat, Subaru offered: “He uh…had a trauma as a kid.”

“What happened?”

“I dunno. He’s never told me. Only one of us who knows is Reiji.”

Ruki nodded, standing. He was about to collect his thoughts, when yet another scream rang out. This time, it was a woman’s voice.

“Someone come quickly! Help! Help!”

The word caught in Ruki’s ears and pushed him to run. He wasn’t even aware he was moving, sprinting up the lavish staircase. His heart thundered in his ears. Blood pumped rapidly through his burning veins.

The crying maid stood outside a bedroom, body wrecked with sobs. Ruki distantly heard the other Sakamakai’s joining him but didn’t stop, rushing into the room with pink wallpaper.

Yui sat in a chair, dressed in a beautiful black gown. She’d obviously tried to make the best of the mourning colour. He couldn’t remember seeing her at the party. Now he definitely wouldn’t.

Recovering from his moment of shock, he quickly padded over and pressed two fingers to her neck. Try as he might however, he couldn’t find a pulse. Her eyes were already closed.

Ruki then took note of the slight foam dripping down her chin from her mouth. Picking up the empty glass at her feet, he sniffed it. The scent was sharp. Not wine, and certainly not water.

Horrified noises of some stray guests came from the door. Ruki sharply turned. “There has been a murder. I ask that the doors be shut and all guests please remain in the house. Someone call the police!”

From out of the Sakamakis, Subaru stepped out, his eyes wide.

“Y…ui…”

He suddenly raced forward, knocking Ruki aside to grab at her clothes. “YUI!”

Ruki tried to seize him and tug him off- the body couldn’t be interfered with after all. Reiji joined him, pulling the distraught, crying man off his lover.

Blue-grey eyes shifted to Reiji, something clicking in his mind. Whatever had killed Yui, the circumstances of her murder seemed right up his ally.

OOO

In all his years of work, Ruki hadn’t had much time to really be affected by death. He didn’t mourn, or feel much of anything for the victims. They were just bodies.

Miss Yui Komori was different. Seeing her be put on a stretcher and then loaded into the back of an open wagon like anyone else…made his chest twinge.

Just a little.

She was covered by a white sheet, and then carted off down the cold cobblestone road.

Subaru was inconsolable. He sat on a leather couch, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. Ruki didn’t feel the need to interview him or Shuu just yet. The police naturally interviewed all the guests, something that stretched into the early hours of the morning.

Ruki however, kept a strict eye on the other Sakamakis. He entered Reiji’s study and pointed out the various chemicals held on site to the police, who went through each vile and confiscated them. In the days that followed, an expert was called to test the effects of each one, but none matched up to what Azusa pinpointed to be the fatal thing that had ended miss Komori’s life.

Deciding to write a letter to Kou and Yuma, Ruki gave them some strict instructions.

The six Sakamaki brothers sat in their drawing room one evening, sporting various tired or apathetic looks. Subaru’s face was ashen.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Ruki cleared his throat. “Gentleman. I have an announcement to make. New information has come to light concerning Yu- I mean miss Komori’s murder.”

The white-haired man’s head shot up, staring at him. “What is it?” He hissed.

Taking out a piece of parchment, Ruki unfolded it. “She was killed by a fatal dose of a type of poison extracted from a rare, exotic plant. It is very expensive, and very hard to come by. Only someone with considerable wealth could purchase such a thing, and only one merchant in London sells it.”

He turned the paper around, showing a merchants list of products and purchases. Reiji’s name was clearly written down.

The room was quiet, and Reiji didn’t react. He merely looked on calmly.

Subaru suddenly lunged for him- only to be caught by Shuu and held back. He snarled and kicked, struggling. “YOU BASTARD! WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO IT? SHE NEVER HURT ANYONE!”

Ruki put the list away. “…You’re the one who instructed the servants to open the windows the night of the soiree. That’s why a random guest innocently asked for the fire to be lit. You threw away the water ahead of time, knowing Shuu’s reaction would be a distraction enough for you to deliver the spiked drink to Yui in her room. What’s more the lack of water held us up further.”

Reiji remained quiet, hearing the sounds of carriages pulling up outside, no doubt police. He then smiled slightly. “Mn. Seems you’ve caught me, Detective.”

“Why?”

“Why do it?” He scoffed, adjusting his cuffs. “She was an eyesore. She never belonged in this prestigious family. That, and her reputation with Subaru would have reflected badly on this family if their secret got out. She was a whore for losing her innocence out of wedlock.”

Subaru cried out, shuddering and swiping at him. Shuu held fast.

“And you decide to do it now? While I’m still here? Not a very smart move.”

“Hm, yes well. I’d hoped you’d be distracted by Father’s case enough to not to solve this one. What’s more, I paid off that merchant to keep silent. You must have some substantial wealth yourself, Detective.”

Ruki avoided his eyes, heading to the door to allow the police in.

They led the second eldest Sakamaki away, and he went quietly, head held high, back straight. The Triplets watched with mild surprise, while Shuu remained solemn. Subaru, Ruki mused, bordered on hysterics.

Walking up to him, he reached into his pocket, pulling something out.

Red, hazy eyes refocused when something small and cool was placed into his palm. He blinked down at the rosary, glancing up at Ruki, who nodded.

“The morgue sent back this. I thought you should have it.”

Luckily Azusa had sent it when asked.

Subaru held the rosary close, bowing his head and trembling.

OOO

When it came time for Karl Heinz’s funeral, not one of his sons attended. Ruki stood with the servants and aristocrats, somewhat glad he had the excuse of the investigation to attend. His hand clenched into a fist at his side, blood racing hotly.

He knew Karl Heinz hadn’t been a perfect man. Or a perfect father. But those foolish sons could have at least come to pay their respects.

Without any other leads on top of this, his mood turned darker and darker, shuddering with frustration. He needed to do something to get results.

And fast.

OOO

Laito had been cornered when he’d happened to be alone down an ally, taking his usual shortcut into work. Laito made a noise as an arm covered his throat, pressing down and pinning him hard against the wall. Yuma loomed over him, eyes dark.

“What-“

“You’re going to start telling the truth, Mr. Sakamaki.” Quiet footsteps sounded out, before Ruki walked into view, adjusting his gloves. “We’re patient men, but our patience does have a limit.”

Laito smiled, chuckling weakly. “My, how scary~ Is this the part where you play good cop, bad co-“ the strong arm pressed harder, digging his skull into the brick behind him. Air rushed from Laito’s lungs and he squirmed, gripping the flesh and trying to pry it away. “Alright! Alright!” He wheezed.

Ruki rose a brow, waiting. “There’s something you haven’t told me about your Father’s death. You, or your brothers must have seen or heard a commotion. A small fire was started after all. Tell me.”

Coughing, Laito paused, weighing his options.

“Wouldn’t it be a pity, if say…your dear Brothel was uncovered by the police once and for all?” Ruki sighed with dismay.

Green eyes flickered. He then chuckled, swallowing. “We’d have noticed a Detective walking in.”

“Perhaps. But maybe you remember the gentleman holding you?” Ruki gestured to Yuma. “He knows where you hide the girls when there’s an inspection. He knows the ins and outs of the place very well. I’ll expose your business to everyone and you’ll be arrested right now if you don’t-“

“I saw Shuu,” Laito said quietly.

“What?”

“On the night of the murder, I saw Shuu leave Father’s bedroom. I was entertaining a lady friend you see, and she was to leave out the back door. I was seeing her off. When we crept out of my room together, we noticed him. He looked as though he’d been crying, shaking. The usual thing if he’s seen a fire. He had flecks of blood on his shirt if I’m not mistaken. She then left.”

Pausing, Ruki thought for a moment. “I’d like you to give me this woman’s details of where to find her. I’d like her to confirm.”

Laito nodded slightly. Yuma then backed off, causing the man to heave in quick breaths, clutching around his throat.

“One more thing. Was he holding the murder weapon or sheets at the time?”

“No, not that I remember.”

Ruki hummed, eyes narrowing. He then took Laito’s lover’s details to go follow up on a check, walking away with Yuma.

“Ya think it’s alright, being seen together?” Yuma muttered.

“It doesn’t matter if they know we’re working together now, Yuma. This case is nearly over by my estimation. I just need to find that shirt, if it still exists.”

OOO

Ruki searched the grounds with Yuma for a bloodied shirt. He opened draw after draw in Shuu’s room, unable to find one that looked newly scrubbed of stains. He asked the maids if Shuu was missing a shirt, or if they’d been asked to wash a bloodied one, but none of them knew anything.

He then sat down and thought for a while on a garden bench outside. The roses were truly beautiful. It was clear Subaru kept them maintained.

Ruki spied him cutting at a bush with some sheers, Yui’s rosary around his neck.

Yui…

Standing, Ruki’s eyes slightly widened. There was a place he hadn’t searched, out of respect for the dead. After all, Yui’s case was closed. No one would need to enter her room.

Hypothetically.

Hurrying inside, he took the stairs two at a time and burst into Miss Komori’s room, searching like a man possessed. He pulled out draws, opened wardrobes and shoe boxes, even going so far to pull up floorboards- when he finally found it.

Ruki lifted out a crisp white shirt covered in bloodstains.

Cornering a jittery maid outside the room, he demanded to know whose shirt it was- before a calm voice spoke up.

“It’s mine.”

Ruki turned. The narcoleptic blonde stared back listlessly, stifling a yawn.

“…You understand what that implies, don’t you?”

Shuu lifted a shoulder. “Mhm. Well, looks like you’ve found me out. Who told you about it?”

“Laito. It was a random choice. I just decided to target one of the Triplets to squeeze information out of.”

Listless blue eyes slid shut, and he hummed, leaning against the wall. It seemed as though his strength was leaving him.

“Why kill him? Karl Heinz…was no saint but-“

“He was going to kick me out of the house, because I refused to get a job.” Shuu drawled, loosely holding his arms.

Ruki stared. “That’s it? You murdered him for such a reason?”

Shuu shrugged, lapsing into silence. He was apparently done talking. It only boiled the detectives anger into a deep, seething resentment. The Mukami’s had been loyal sons till the end. But Karl’s flesh and blood treated him as such?

It blind sighted him.

“But your fear of fire- what of the blaze?”

“Ah, yeah that.” He sighed. “I knocked over the candelabra and freaked out. I wasn’t thinking clearly and changed the sheets. I wanted to remove any evidence of the fire cause I’d panicked and felt like it would point to me, but heard voices and left before I could-“

“Hack off his burned arm.” Ruki muttered, frowning. Something wasn’t adding up. Changing the sheets sounded very out of character for the lazy son, but then again, he didn’t look the murderous type either. He shook his head, trying to dispel the niggling questions in the back of his mind.

Sakamaki Shuu was arrested for the murder of Karl Heinz later that day.

The day after, Ruki Mukami packed his bags, preparing to leave Sakamaki manor.

“Feh, you finally off? Good riddance.” Ayato snipped, glaring at him from over the banister as Ruki carried his things downstairs.

The detective didn’t reply. He couldn’t help but think he was missing something. Something important.

“Ayato,” Kanato padded up to his brother, squeezing his teddy bear. “Where is Hilde? She has not tidied my room for several days now. I want her punished.”

Hilde. She had usually straightened Ruki’s bedding too. He’d figured they’d told her to stop attending to him. But it hardly mattered.

He picked up his bags and with the help of the butler, carried them out the door into a waiting carriage. While being carted away, Ruki glanced at the greenhouse, noticing Subaru working as usual inside. The youngest Sakamaki certainly had some lonely days ahead.

For some reason, Yui came to mind once more. Ruki leaned out of the carriage, calling to the driver their change of destination.

If he was saying goodbye to the case, it felt only right to bid her goodbye as well. And Azusa would always receive him warmly at the morgue downtown.

Ooo

Subaru Sakamaki barely noticed the carriage leaving, too caught up in his work. He needed to work now, more than anything. It was the only path left open to him to stop the turning of his mind as it scrambled and unhinged over and over again.

What if I’d just spent time with her at the party?

What if he hadn’t pushed her away?

What if-

Subaru slammed his fist into the glass, tears blurring his vision. Too late. Work wouldn’t help now. He stood on the precipice of despair. One little nudge and he’d fall on his own blade. His hand finds the rosary around his neck, squeezing so tight it shook.

“Yui…” he murmured, voice thin with disuse. “I’m…I’m so sorry.”

The tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat down amongst the flowers. He closed his eyes against the sting, before they peeled open and fate was cruel once more.

His beloved stood before him, and Subaru only cried harder, trembling. “Forgive me. Forgive me-“

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she said gently. The sun behind her caught the radiant blonde strands of her hair, making them shine like a golden halo.

Subaru shuddered, body pulsing with pain.

OOO

“Ah…hello Ruki,” Azusa smiled gently at him.

He nodded, feeling himself relax slightly. His brothers usually had that effect on him.

“What brings you… here?”

“I’d like to pay my respects to Yui Komori, if you still have her.”

Azusa nodded, gesturing to follow. “Mhm, she is…almost ready for her funeral. Come…”

Following the shorter man down the hallway, Ruki adjusted his clothes, hating how stifling the atmosphere felt. He didn’t much understand how Azusa could stomach the gloomy morgue.

They walked into a room with several storage units built into the walls, all made for housing bodies. Azusa opened one, pulling out a metal shelving unit. A lone body lay atop it, white sheet covering her from head to toe.

Ruki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t even know why I came here. It’s not like I know what to say.”

Azusa tilted his head. “Perhaps say…mn…you have been avenged?”

Taking a breath, Ruki leaned over the sheet slightly. “Yui. You can rest easy. Your murderer has been apprehended,” he said gently, peeling back the sheet to glimpse her face. “There’s no need for you to w-“

Ruki froze.

Looking between the two, Azusa blinked. “What’s wrong?”

OOO

Subaru stumbled to his feet, honestly uncaring if he fell on his sheers at this point. He padded towards Yui’s beautiful, angelic figure, his chapped lips curved up.

Finally, he collapsed into her arms.

Her very real, very physical arms. He turned his face into her neck, inhaling her scent as she make a noise of effort.

“S-subaru! You’re heavy!”

“Yeah well, you’re an angel. You should be able to hold my weight.” He mumbled.

Yui held his face then, kissing his lips and smiling gently. “I’m not an angel.”

Subaru frowned slightly, straightening. He then touched her cheek, patting it and stiffening. She felt warm. Real.

“You’re alive?!”

Yui giggled and nodded, taking his hand. “I am. But we have to go now.”

OOO

“What do you mean this isn’t Yui?”

Ruki turned to glare at Azusa, gesturing to the pale brunette girl. “This is Hilde. She was a maid at the Sakamaki Manor. I have to go- send word to Kou to go and observe Subaru Sakamaki. If she’s alive, she might get in contact with him. But it’s also possible Reiji is merely fucking with me.”

He grits his teeth, quickly storming out of the room. He couldn’t believe he’d been fooled! When had he switched them out? Was Yui dead or alive? Surely, she had to be dead! He’d checked her pulse himself. She’d looked just like any other body.

Taking one of the horses from the carriage, he set out alone, bidding it to gallop through the murky downtown streets. Fog lingered in the air. The horse’s hooves thundered on the cobblestone, passing pedestrians and nearly running them over.

Ruki panted, gripping the reins and urging the beast on. Soon enough, he swung his legs over and jumped from the saddle, racing inside the police station.

Ooo

Reiji happened to be enjoying a nice cup of tea in his cell when he was rudely interrupted.

“Where is she?” The detective snarled, looming outside the bars. “No more games. Where is miss Komori?” He demanded, voice quivering.

Raising a brow, Reiji shifted in his seat. “Ah, you’ve finally figured it out. Or was the swap something you stumbled across by accident?” He mocked.

“Tell me!” He snarled.

Reiji sighed, sipping from his cup. “Haven’t the faintest idea now. When I put her under, I allowed the police to take her away. But your undertaker isn’t the only staff who works there.” He smiles slightly. “Yes I know one of them is your brother. An Azusa Mukami correct? Next time you go undercover, you might want to change your last name. As it is, the undertaker I paid off snuck Yui out and placed another body in her place, as per my instruction.”

“So, you killed Hilde at the very least.”

He dismissed this. “She kept making basic mistakes and it was a necessary sacrifice.”

Ruki stopped. “Necessary? I don’t…understand.”

The Sakamaki chuckled, delighted. “I know. And it must enrage you. Don’t think me the romantic type, I didn’t do it for Yui or anyone. All this case has done is elevate me into the eyes of my peers in the world of science. You see, they refused to believe that I had made a chemically enhanced drink capable of rendering people into a corpse-like state. They wouldn’t allow me to demonstrate my findings, despite how surely amazing it is!” Red-wine eyes gleamed behind his glasses. “And now those fools and the public at large will now know that it can even fool a Detective. That is why I agreed to it. My work is out for all to see.”

“But Yui- why would she fake her death?” Ruki muttered to himself, thoughts racing to the blonde ward. But he could only think of her expression in the church, the desperation. “…For love,” he realised quietly. Somehow, it clicked.

Glancing up at the scientist, he noticed the man’s lips drawn into a slight sneer. “Indeed. You were getting too close to the truth. It was clear who you were going to arrest for Karl Heinz’s death. So, this was her idea to buy him time, enough for them to flee.”

Ruki’s eyes widened. “Subaru…Sakamaki.”

Reiji hummed, setting his chipped cup down on the less than adequate saucer. “Seems you’ve arrested the wrong man.”

“He…admitted to it though- it’s nonsensical if he didn’t-“ Ruki’s eyes widened, kicking the cell door. It rattled on its hinges. “That bastard. Shuu must have known his imprisonment would be temporary. That he’d be released as soon as I found out the culprit!”

“Who can say what that Good for Nothing thinks. He barely has a will to live. He probably doesn’t care if he’s set free.” Reiji drawls. “But you were somewhat right. Shuu was there in Karl’s room that night. And so was I. But Subaru got there first.”

Ruki pinched the bridge of his nose, heart racing. It had all been clear to see from the start. Such an easy case. Subaru’s forthright anger and somewhat lack of intelligence. The crime of passion- stabbing his father multiple times with his own knife because he was blind sighted by rage and didn’t have the foresight to plan a murder ahead.

And so it had fallen to his elder brothers to try and smooth things over.

“You’re the one who changed the sheets,” Ruki muttered.

“Mn, I arrived last. Shuu had followed Subaru to Father’s room and tried to stop the attack too late, but they foolishly started a small fire. Naturally the fool got hysterical. There was no water nearby so Subaru like the genius he is-“ Reiji cut his eyes to the ceiling. “Tried to cut Father’s burning arm off in order to get rid of it and calm Shuu. I heard the crying as I passed by and entered to complete mayhem. Changing the sheets was the only was to calm him down. Subaru discarded his shirt and the murder weapon and Shuu left. I destroyed the ruined sheet.”

“…The shirt I found in Yui’s room was Subaru’s not Shuu’s. He must have gone there after…” Ruki trailed off. Did Shuu truly care for his brother enough to take the fall for him?

Thinking back on the incident with the fireplace, he supposed so. And Yui had known everything from the start. Worked to protect her sweetheart.

Ruki shook his head. There was only one question left.

“Why kill Karl in the first place?”

Reiji adjusts his glasses. “That I do not know.”

It was possible his mother’s shaken sanity was enough of a reason, but he’d heard Christa had been taken mentally ill when Subaru was a child. It couldn’t be the reason or surely Subaru would have struck sooner.

“…Your actions were foolish. You’ll still be tried for murder.”

“Murder of a mere maid, not a Lady. But I hardly care. My life’s work will be acknowledged.”

Squeezing his eyes shut against the pounding of his temples, Ruki turned without a second glance. Kou would be tailing Subaru. Hopefully he’d made it in time. But he could need backup to apprehend the lovers if they’d made their escape.

So where would they go to leave?

He thought of a single pamphlet Ruki had found in Yui’s room when searching for the shirt. One advertising a new ship that could make the crossing to Germany three times faster than usual. Ruki had dismissed it as a girl’s fanciful dreaming to escape. But maybe that hadn’t been all it was.

Instincts rose up in Ruki’s chest, and he followed them to his horse, clicking his tongue to begin galloping anew.

OOO

The Port of London lay along the banks of the River Thames from the capital to the North Sea.

Unfortunately, it was one of the largest in the world.

Ruki didn’t have a clue where to start in order to find the vessel he wanted.

A ship known simply as Rotigenberg.

He’d told the police of the truth of the murderers and his hunch before he’d left but not even his reputation had gotten them to move based on no concrete evidence. The ships lining the docks were large and imposing, so numerous Ruki couldn’t keep track.

The horse trotted down the docks, and he kept track of the names of the ships as best he could. Seeing children suddenly rush by, he hissed and yanked the reins, halting just shy of hitting them.

“Careful!” He snapped.

The street urchins looked up at him, and Ruki stopped, his heart clenching.

“We’re sorry, sir-“

“It’s just that THE Kou Mukami is singing for free further ahead!” The little girl interrupted the older boy.

Ruki’s eyes widened. “He is?” That was good thinking. He quickly urged the horse around the children and urged it into a gallop, straining his ears for his brother’s distinct singing voice.

He found Kou soon enough, having attracted quite a crowd around him. Kou caught his eye and nodded, pointing at the ship opposite him.

Rotigenberg awaited.

Kou soon hopped down from the make-shift stage, ignoring the saddened crowd as he joined Ruki’s side. “I only took my eyes off them for a second- but I know they boarded this one. Mr. Subaru’s hair is too distinct,” he grinned.

“Well done Kou,” Ruki muttered, boarding the ship.

“Mhm~ so uh quick question though; how in the hell is miss Komori still alive? I thought I was seeing things when they got into a carriage together!”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later, once we’ve apprehended them.”

“Do you have a ticket, sir?” A stern looking man in a uniform stopped them at the end of the boardwalk.

Ruki opened his jacket, handing him stamped papers. “I’m here on an investigation, it won’t take long. Can you hold the ship to wait until we’re done?”

“You’d have to take that up with the Captain, not myself.” The man said flatly.

Kou cut his eyes to the heavens, but neither argued.

“That’s fine, but if passengers under the name Sakamaki attempt to leave this vessel, you will stop them. Failure to do so may result in the loss of your job if I inform the chief of police of your impediment of the case.” Ruki said breezily, walking by.

Kou held in a chuckle until they were further away. “Geeze, ruthless.” He teased.

The both of them soon hurried around the deck, searching for Subaru’s unmissable hair.

“What were they wearing?”

“Nothing too distinct. He was in a grey suit and darker grey coat that looked like it had seen better days. She was in a black dress and bonnet.” Kou hummed.

Still in mourning? Ruki thought. “We’ll search the lower decks- the boiler room if we have to. Start from the stern and open every cabin. I’ll work my way to you from the other direction after speaking with the Captain.”

Kou nodded and the two parted ways. The blonde hurried down the stairs, disappearing from sight and heading towards the lower-class rooms first.

Ruki padded up the iron stairs, holding onto the railing and jolting as a horn blew. To his surprise and annoyance, the ship started moving, departing from the harbour slowly.

Gritting his teeth, he took the steps two at a time towards the Captain’s wheelhouse, chancing a look at the ship departing next to theirs. It was a smaller vessel, with a humble green lettering on the side.

The Eden.

Ruki stopped dead.

OOO

Kou panted, opening door after door and disturbing people in various states of unpacking or dress. As he jogged down a hallway however, his heart leapt. A white-haired young man coupled with a small blonde woman were wandering away from him, dressed exactly as he remembered.

Rushing forward, Kou elbowed people out the way, grabbing Subaru’s shoulder and turning him.

Only for a man with blue eyes to blink back at him with confusion. He held his wig when it slipped.

Horror and humiliation welled up in Kou’s stomach. He suddenly grabbed the man’s collar. “Who the hell are you?!”

“P-please! W-we’re no one, we just wanted to sail somewhere,” the woman with brown eyes cried.

Kou could tell they were poor folk masquerading as grand. “Start talking! Now!”

“A-a pretty Lady approached us yesterday and gave us tickets to this ship. All we had to do was dress as she instructed and wear wigs. We picked her up with her lover t-today from her home in a carriage.”

The singer’s eyes widened. “W-what? When you got off…onto this ship…where did the Lady and her man go?”

OOO

There, on the opposite ship, standing at the railing together, was the couple he’d been searching for.

Subaru had pulled up a hood, his arms wrapped around the petite woman’s waist. She held onto him, eyes on Ruki.

It was as though he’d been suspended in a deep dark ocean. The waters flew up over Ruki’s head, making him slow to react. The ships were drifting further and further away.

He wanted to know why. Why a girl with such clear, bright eyes, would become complicit with murder. Why she embraced a man whose hands were tainted with the blood of his Father.

The strong breeze tugged at their hair and clothes. The distance between the ships might as well be oceans. Ruki thought of calling across to it. To make a commotion and point the murderer out.

Rose-pink eyes flashed, and Yui seemed to hold Subaru closer, clinging tight.

You’re determined to protect him, aren’t you miss Komori? Ruki stared back at her.

“Ruki- Ruki!” Kou called from down below, panting. “We’ve been had- urgh.” He wheezed. “They must have caught another ride. What do we do?”

The detective shifted, glancing back at The Eden. Only the lovers had disappeared into the crowd.

Ruki stood for a little while, feeling the ocean spray mingle with the salty sea air and fan over his cheeks, catching in his hair. Putting his hands into his pockets, pale lips curved, lashes lowering.

“I guess this is your win,” he muttered, padding down the stairs.

“Ruki?”

“We enjoy Germany, Kou.”

“Hah?!”

Ruki patted him on the shoulder in passing, walking to the railing and leaning on it. “My reputation as a Detective is probably ruined. I could use a holiday.”

Kou gaped, joining him. “But…why do you seem like you’re giving up?”

“There’s no giving up on a game you’ve already lost. It’s better to admit defeat gracefully,” he looked out at the ocean calmly, dark bangs fanning over his eyes briefly. “Besides, for some reason…I feel like our Father wouldn’t want any man to interfere with miss Komori’s wishes.”

“…Why?”

He lifted a shoulder. “A feeling. I’ve seen a lot of filth, lust, wrath and despair in my time on these cases. But I’ve never seen eyes so clear and innocent on an accomplice. Looking at her…I think I understand why he made her his ward. He wanted to obtain something pure.”

Kou stared at him like he was mad, and maybe he was, but Ruki didn’t much care. He had been the one to assign himself the case. Karl had never written him asking to expose his murderer should he be killed. And he’d been a very thorough man. There was still countless secrets Karl had taken to the grave with him that they’d never know.

“It seems Subaru Sakamaki was chosen as her Adam.”

“Huh?”

Ruki smiled wryly, closing his eyes.

“It’s nothing.”

OOO

“…Do you think he’ll come after us?” Subaru rumbled, leaning into Yui from behind.

“No, I don’t. Though I couldn’t say why,” she said gently, turning from the railing to look at him. She then gave a breath-taking smile.

Subaru stared at her, his heart thundering as a warm feeling flooded his veins. He didn’t know why she’d decided to remain at his side through everything. They couldn’t even say how or why the thing between them had started. Subaru had been simultaneously lonely and angry his entire life, but she’d kept approaching him, wanting to befriend him. She would sit in the garden for hours on end.

It had been ridiculously easy to love her. She had a presence that was gentle and kind.

Which was why on the day he’d removed himself from the will and he’d glimpsed the new terms- rage had seized him.

Whoever killed Father would gain Yui? Such a thing incensed him in a way nothing else had. What’s more, he’d seen the way his brothers looked at her. How their gazes lingered, thoughts strayed.

Don’t touch her!

So, he’d stuck that silver knife deep into Father’s chest- stabbing again and again- letting out years of pent up hatred.

When Shuu and Reiji arrived, they’d sent him away, and he’d stumbled in a daze into Yui’s waiting arms in her room. Though confused and horrified, she hadn’t screamed. She hadn’t said much of anything. She just held him.

In that same daze, he’d hidden his shirt and the murder weapon. It was only afterwards he’d realised how dirty his hands were. The blood had set in deep. He felt it in the scuffs of his coarse knuckles. He’d then resolved never to touch Yui again. With Father gone, she was free to choose who she wanted, he didn’t care if he hung for it.

But…

“Why did you choose me?” He grumbled, jumping at her touch.

Yui cupped his cheek, blushing slightly. The breeze playfully lifted her blonde locks up to dance in the breeze.

“You were just protecting me in your own way. A-and anyway…it’s because I love you, Subaru. I did all this because I wanted to protect you too.”

Subaru stared at her with wide eyes, before he tugged her closer, pressing his lips to hers.

“Idiot.”

OOO

After their impromptu holiday to Germany, Kou and Ruki Mukami returned to the shambles of the investigation they’d left behind.

Shuu Sakamaki was released from prison, not that he seemed to care.

The Triplets carried on with their shady business, unchanged by the experience.

Reiji’s full research was not made known to the public, but it was explored and hailed among his peers in the scientific community. Though he’d attended his court hearing and tried with murder- receiving the death sentence to be hung. Reiji had apparently taken his own life while in his cell.

Ruki had his own suspicions about that, but since he’d been let go from his position, he had no reason to investigate.

Instead, the former Detective had accepted the ridicule levelled at him, with many assuming he’d fallen prey to miss Komori’s ‘womanly charms’ which had impeded his logic and cost him the case. Despite this, he was considering becoming an information broker or Private Detective in the future, but for now he owned a book store and contented himself with reading.

His favourites were the ones involving mysteries, much like the ones he used to solve.

When asked by his brothers if he regretted his decision to let the lovers go, Ruki would dismiss their question. It did not escape their notice that he’d received something in the mail however, and sometimes he could be seen dipping his hand into his pocket, absentmindedly touching the rosary within.

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