#seiran shi

[shoujoseii]

[fridaraph]

Just a couple being cute on their date

Saiunkoku Monogatari

[minsarasarahair]

When a running gag is no longer a running gag lol I just find out his own big brother is his first love and his preference in men. No wonder I always feel something different about Ryuuki's strong affection toward his brother. Its more than platonic. Of course, its one sided feeling and they never sleep in that way. He don't sleep with someone he value after all. Shuurei is an exception though. Like Ryuuki don't probably mind not bearing an heir but Shuurei care too much about Ryuuki's king duties so yeah. That's like one of Shuurei's condition in marrying Ryuuki. It should be political marriage that will benefit Ryuuki and not only because Ryuuki love her because its easier for her to marry for politics than love.

[tracingdreams]

So I decided to rewatch Saiunkoku.

Having dug out some of my LN the other day and translated that scene, it put me in the mood to rewatch. It's been such a long time since the last time, but it still holds up well :D

May end up translating some more LN bits. But now I've gone down a rabbit-hole and dug out other LN and other stuff, including my Yuugi novels and a few others...

Still, gotta do something while we wait for season 4 of Daiya, right??

(And at this rate will be waiting forever for season 2 of Yona, so...)

[sabraeal]

Tenderness Like a Bruise, Chapter 2

[Read on AO3]

Took a small break from frantic bingo writing to make this for @puffdragongirl‘s birthday! Robin asked for MORE OD ANA, and since I had always meant to continue with this fic...I was happy to tack another chapter on!

The petal and wings of Wisteria may burst across this man’s throat, but he’s no royal messenger Od Ana’s ever seen. Too young, for one; his pale hair fluffs out from his scalp like a chick’s feathers, kind that shouldn’t be wandering so far out from under their mother’s nethers. His daemon’s been ridden hard too, her flanks heaving the way an experienced rider would never allow. 

Still, she’s got enough spirit in her to give Od Ana one of those wall-eyed stares, the kind that shows white all around. That’s what they get, having their reputation precede them like it does. The prince’s messenger and his witch daemon. Sometimes he’s got her so far away you can’t even see her. Can’t trust a man like that. 

They’re lucky that daemon doesn’t take more after a horse and balk for the shock of it.

Ah, but whatever she thinks of its bearer, the bad news is stamped with the royal seal all the same. “There’s the message. From the prince himself!”

There’s a certain amount of pomp to these things; the messenger holds it out, a little square that can’t have much more than a handful of lines scrawled on it, and bows like it’s some lordly edict. And for all that, Obi sits back in his hips and takes it, opening it with little more than a flick of his wrist.

There’s a trick to it, of course: apply the correct amount of force at the right angle and wax sheers from the sheet without even clipping the Wisteria wings. But messenger boy doesn’t know it; he just stands there gawping like he just fell off the wagon, impressed by nothing more than a party trick. Od Ana hopes for his sake he learns to hide it better. There’s plenty of thorns in Wistal’s garden that would enjoy having a bumpkin in their pocket. The king, for starters.

“Ah, but also...Sir Obi...on my way here...”

Od Ana glances up, claws flexing over collarbone, and, ah, she’s seen that wide-eyed gaze before, that starry shine. She may have no name to put to a face for him, but it looks like whatever reputation has wended its way back to Wistal has more in common with Hiro’s hero worship than city folk superstition.

The messenger’s reedy voice drops to a whisper. “I heard news about the string of attacks on noblemen.”

Obi glances up, the bristle of his hair brushing her feathers. “Oh yeah? A new development?”

“Well...” Under Obi’s direct attention, the boy shies the way young men do at a pretty girl’s doorstep. “They say that the lead suspect is, ah...”

Hisame Lugis. The name springs to her beak on reflex, instinct. She’s only seen the man once, malingering at the edges of a ballroom, but she’s heard enough about that little ladder-climber to know he’s the sort that wouldn’t be shy sharing a few knives to the back among friends. Especially if those lucky pals were thinking about putting their grubby paws on the same heiress of Seiran.

“...Sir Mitsuhide Lowen.”

The papers flutter to the cobbles, Obi’s hands boneless above them. “What?”

Obi might have a memory like a steel trap, but between the two of them, it’s Od Ana who reads faster. She hunches over his shoulder, skimming the prince’s sloping script, and still, she can’t put it all together, can’t make it make sense. The lords, the murders, Sereg, Mitsuhide. Maybe from a distance the edges blur into a big picture, like one of those fancy paintings in Wistal’s galleries, but from here, on the ground, she can’t see it. Can’t see how anyone would think a man like Mitsuhide Lowen would send another man to do his dirty work. Dust, that he’d have dirty work to begin with.

She’s got a hundred thoughts buzzing in her head, each more nasty than the last, but Obi doesn’t say a word, doesn’t do anything but lean over the stone and stare out over the plaza. Shirayuki’s down there right now, with Ryuu too, and neither of them know, neither of them could even suspect...

Her beak clicks, annoyance biting at her like mites. “You aren’t actually thinking of going.”

It’s not a question, it’s a hope. A blind one, flung out into the wind as an attempt to slow their descent. Because she already knows the answer: he is. And the longer he says silent, the more sure she becomes.

“Don’t.” It’s not in her to plead. Birds don’t have knees, she’d always say-- not where Shirayuki hear-- but, oh, Obi has enough for them both. What’d be nice is if he could stop getting on them. “Zen hasn’t even asked for you.”

“He has.” The words roll off his lips just like that first step he took in the forest. Playful, testing the edge of his limits, flirting with the promise of pain. The next one will be worse, she knows, and the next, all the way up to when it suddenly isn’t. To when it’s all gone. “There’s no other reason for Master to send another guard up here.”

Not unless he’s already expecting Obi to come sit at his heel. That’s how these Wisterias work, of course: everything written between the lines. Obi wouldn’t be sagging underneath his sir if he wasn’t fluent in it. If they both weren’t.

Doesn’t mean she has to like it.

“We have something good here.” And she’s not ready for that sting again, for the burning in her chest as another bond breaks, left to die somewhere out in snow. “Something real. There’s no reason to give that up to--”

“They need us.” One corner of his mouth lifts, helpless. “And if we turn our back on them now, on Mister...”

His shoulder lifts, and oh, she knows that hopeless look all too well. If we don’t go, his smile says, then we aren’t who she thinks we are.

The worst part is: he’s right.

“Shirayuki,” Suzu observes, far too mild. “Your flask is going to boil over.”

“What? Oh!” With a blink, the apparatus comes into focus, and ah, yes, that is too rigorous a roil when she’s looking for something just a hair above a simmer. “Ah, thank you.”

His shoulders shrug the way a hanger might, all wires and sharp edges, coat surviving through sheer hardiness of the fur. “Don’t mention it.”

And just like that, he walks away. No, ‘gee, Shirayuki, what’s got you so distracted?‘ or ‘is there something on your mind?’ Hermia gives a sympathetic blink,  but she doesn’t so much as croak to slow him down either, just sits on his shoulder like a moss does on a log while he wends around the lab, aimless.

Shirayuki sighs, turning the valve on her burner until the flame flickers at a much cheerier orange. Fiddles with the legs on her alembic’s stands for good measure too; anything to keep her mind from drifting back out to the market, to the stairs she’d watched for nearly half an hour before Suzu came to distract her with work. His work, specifically, but it had been better than sitting on cold stone and wondering.

“Worrying,” Perkunas hums, paws catching her around the ankle. “You’d been worrying. Like you are now.”

“I’m not,” she snips, because she isn’t, not at all. It’s just that Obi and Od Ana exchanged one of those glances of theirs before they left, the kind that came just before a blizzard blew down from the mountains, or before adopted brothers climbed up a balcony to steal her away to the mountains. The kind that said trouble was coming, and they’d have to put themselves right in its path.

Not that she’s been turning that over in her head all afternoon. She hasn’t. It’s just been there, tugging at her thoughts the same way Perkunas tugs at her patience, siphoning off gulps of her attention until--

Well, until things boil over. Which she’s half tempted to do as well, if Perkunas can’t leave her hem alone. “Oh, honestly,” she huffs, ducking down to glower at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be the wise one?”

He only stares back, all glossy eyes and innocence, as if one of his claws weren’t already caught around a stitch. If only she were Od Ana, she could click her beak right at him and let him know just how close he’s coming to her limit, and--

The lab door clanks against the shelves, her only warning before an all-too familiar voice calls out, “My Lady!”

It’s impossible to tell who cries “Obi!” first, but it’s Perkunas who trundles down the stairs so quick it yanks at their tether, hard enough that she hits a hip against the table trying to follow. She hobbles over to the top of the staircase just in time for his head to butt into Obi’s shin, and oh, she feels that all the way back in her mouth, molars jittering together with every descending step.

The hand that scritches behind Perkunas’s round little ears is thoughtless, a habit, but when Obi stops in front of her, smile stitched poorly into place, the space he leaves is purposeful. For a moment, she wishes he might reach for her, might catch her elbow in a palm, but instead he turns to a spooked Suzu and lilts, “Sorry about that. Mind if I whisk her away for a minute?”

“Uh?” Suzu glances between them, wide-eyed. “Go ahead.”

Hermia ruffles her feathers, all mouth when she adds, “Doubt we could stop you.”

It’s Od Ana’s place to click her beak, to drawl a clear, you got that right, but--

But she’s not here. And that, more than anything, makes her breath catch, makes her practically gasp out, “Lead the way.”

It’s strange to see Obi how the guards must, his back to the pillar and arms folded, all his usual warmth filed away for professionalism. Perkunas scampers after him, parking his round bottom right over one of his boots, and-- and it’s the sort of thing that might make her laugh, if he could meet her eyes.

“According to the messenger--” Obi’s voice echoes in the empty hall, a low, rasping thing made for grim conversations and even grimmer secrets “--the royal guard is sending a messenger to Sereg to basically put Mitsuhide under arrest.”

“That’s...” Her tongue plumbs the cavern of her mouth, suddenly strange with unfamiliar words. “That’s absurd. H-how? Why?”

One of his shoulders shrugs, the lazy sort he used to do back when he spent more time hanging down from trees than with his feet on the ground. From when she used to wonder if he had a daemon at all. “The decision is based on the testimony of this knight, Taws.”

And who is he? she wants to ask. How is his word worth so much more than a man like Mitsuhide’s?

All she manages is a strangled, “Mm.” Partially from the anger constricting her throat, and partially--

Ah, well, it’s distracting for Perkunas to paw at him like that, hopping around and bapping at his waist, enough that the wool scratches at her own hands. And when Obi bends down, scooping him up...

“Master didn’t mention any of it in his letter,” he grunts, arranging the chubby body over his shoulder. Perkunas trills, the round dome of his head bonking into Obi’s jaw once, twice, before he figures out how to fit beneath it, like a child who had long outgrown a lap but is loath to admit it. “So I guess he probably hasn’t heard. Yet.”

Shirayuki smooths a palm over her waist; it does nothing for the phantom press there, nor the one just behind her thigh, but, well, it’s hardly unpleasant. “Ah...”

His gaze meets hers over Perkunas’ head, and oh, it would be nice if she could fit as neatly, if only so she might be held when he says, “I’d better look into it.”

Perkunas grunts, annoyed. “Why?”

Obi’s mouth pulls thin. “Because I know for a fact what kind of person Mitsuhide is.”

That steadies her, makes her knees feel more solid than commissary jelly. “Yeah,” she breathes, giving her head a stiff nod. “So do I.”

“What about us?” Perkunas whines, wiggling in his arms. “Do you think they might come after us?”

Obi’s grip stiffens, eyes pulsing wide.

“I won’t let that happen,” he promises, pulling Perkunas closer. He gets another head butt for his troubles. “You just stay here in Lilias, the both of you.”

“But--”

“Okay.” It’s a betrayed look her daemon turns to her, his clownish face rumpled in a grimace, but she just stares at him, serious. “We’ll stay put, if that’s what will help.”

Obi lets out a sigh, his whole body slumping down the pillar in relief, Perkunas cradled tight against his chest. “Yeah, it sure will.”

His head lifts, and Perkunas wiggles again, squirming until his back half plops on the the ground, front paws still clinging to Obi’s shoulders. “Anyway, you little sausage,” he laughs, scrubbing him behind the ears. “If they were gonna threaten Master through you, it wouldn’t make sense to go round about it like this. No--” his brows tilt, thoughtful “--they’re after him and the aides. I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t like it.” It’s so easy for Perkunas to say those things, to play the petulant child when he’s all clumsy cuddles and funny faces. If she tried-- well, there’s a reason she doesn’t. “Couldn’t you just tell them...?”

“Nah, they’ve got enough on their plate. This is my job.” Obi presses his head to his, serious as he says, “So I gotta do it.”

Perkunas sits back, arms hanging sulkily over his belly. “All right,” he whuffs, put out. “If you gotta.”

“That’s the thing,” Obi says, smile too tight. “I really, really do.”

It’s easy to keep her head when it’s all just...logistics. Shikito still has to arrive from Wistal, and Obi has a handful of leads he can chase all from the leisure of his desk. Permissions to seek as well, not the least from Makiri, who won’t be happy to see one of his most experienced guards snatched out from under him right before inspections. The more she doesn’t think about dates or times, the further it seems, like that lunch she keeps promising Izuru or Suzu’s thesis defense.

But when he leaves her in that hall by herself, begging off to go send off a few notes before dinner, it’s--

It’s real. Too real. And much, much too close.

There’s a fluttering by the window, a golden shape taking form on the sill, and all it has to say is, “Shirayuki,” and--

And that’s enough. Her eyes blur, and with a single step she buries her face into Od Ana’s breast.

“I’m not crying,” she tells her, because she can’t be if feathers catch the tears before they ever fall. “It will all be fine. I know it will be.”

“Of course,” Od Ana agrees, beak nuzzling at her hair. “It can’t be anything else.”

And oh, how nice that would be, if only either of them believed it.

[animiconz]

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[charredbrie]

MO DAO ZU SHI JAPANESE AUDIO IS KILLING ME

LIKE JIANG CHENG’S VOICE ACTOR IS THE SAME AS

SHI SEIRAN (Saiunkoku Monogatari)

and fuking TAMAHOME (Fushigi Yuugi)

MAN HIS VOICE IS JUST SO SEXYY???

ALSO, LAN XICHEN’S SEIYUU IS ANOTHER HOT RAN???

Ran Shuuei (Saiunkoku Monogatari)

LOOK AT THE HOTNESS IN A PHOTO

ALSO JIN LING’S SEIYUU IS THE SAME AS HINATA SHOYOU (HAIKYUU)

CAN I GET A SHOUT PLS?

AND LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST, TATSUN AS WEI WUXIAN???? HFKJFKHGHD

SAME AS TAKAO KAZUNARI (Kuroko no Basuke)

AM I GETTING A WHOLE NEW SHIN-CHAN-TAKAO COMBO?

AND TACHIBANA MAKOTO (Free!!)

KJDXGKJKDKJ NO WONDER THIS AUDIO DRAMA IS GIVING ME SO MANY EARGASMS AND OVARY EXPLODING MOMENT OF SEXINESS????!!!!

[nktc95]

[frostfires-blog]

Happy Valentine's Day 💞Ship Edition: Part 2💞

Anime Ships Edition

-> Part 2

Ships featured:

•Ichigo Kurosaki x Rukia Kuchiki (ichiruki)

•Eren Yeager x Mikasa Ackerman (eremika)

•Boruto Uzumaki x Sarada Uchiha (borusara)

•Minato Namikaze x Kushina Uzumaki (minakushi)

•Shikamaru Nara xTemari (shikatema)

•Naruto Uzumaki x Hinata Hyuga (naruhina)

•Takumi Usui x Misaki Ayazawa

•Son Hak x Yona (hakyona)

•Shin Ah x Yona

•Kyo Sohma x Tohru Honda (kyoru)

•Asuma Mutsumi x Kae Serinuma

•Izumi Miyamura x Kyoko Hori (horimiya)

•Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn (WangXian)

•Reg x Riko

•Youming Ye x Yun Xi Qian

•Seiran Shi x Shuurei Kou

•Nene Yashiro x Amane Yugi | Hanako

•Chihiro x Haku

•Kou Tanaka | Kou Mabuchi x Futaba Yoshioka

•Zen Wistaria x Shirayuki (zenyuki)

•Obi x Shirayuki (obiyuki)

•Oodanna x Aoi Tsubaki

•Nicol Ascart x Catarina Claes

•Alan Stuart x Catarina Claes

•Taki Tachibana x Mitsuha Miyamizu

•Shouya Ishida x Shouko Nishimiya

•Hodaka Morishima x Hina Amano

•Kenma Kozume x Shouyo Hinata (kenhina)

•Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro

•Hitoshi Shinso x Denki Kaminari

•Konohamaru Sarutobi x Hanabi Hyuga

•Taro Kabakura x Hanako Koyanagi

•Naoya Nifuji x Kou Sakuragi

•Hirotaka Nifuji x Narumi Momose

Part 1:

[sabishi-tomo]

Mitsuhide's rejection: were there signs?

I recently finished rereading Akagami Volume 19 and 20, since the official English translations just came out. These volumes contained Mitsuhide's rejection of Kiki's proposal and the immediate aftermath. I had a lot of thoughts!

I know that a number of fans were upset with Sorata-sensei when MitsuKiki didn't happen, and also thought that she'd tricked them into believing it was a for sure thing. But sensei is a really good storyteller, and personally, I feel like she left hints on how Mitsuhide stood on things. There was definitely foreshadowing.

Exhibit A: Mitsuhide isn't comfortable with physical intimacy with Kiki.

Panels from Ch 44

In Chapter 44, when Mitsuhide and Kiki fight about Kiki not telling him about her deadline to leave the castle, there's a scene where Kiki naps on Mitsuhide. This is before Kiki announced to her dad she would propose when the time comes, and before she told Zen she was going to eventually propose to Mitsu. From Kiki's side, you see a hint of something beyond friendship. Clearly she's trying to initiate something here. But Mitsuhide's face isn't one that has romantic feelings for Kiki at this moment. He is a person that wears his heart on his sleeve, so it's not like he's hiding it or anything like that. If someone I liked was leaning against me like this, this is not the face I would wear. He seems uncomfortable and out of his depth.

It's not that Mitsuhide shies away from physical affection in general - we've seen him initiate hugs with Zen plenty of times. But with Kiki he'll only do it in a group (i.e. group hugging Zen and Kiki or Obi and Kiki).

We see how physically guarded he is with Kiki in the special Sereg chapter too. Hisame pulls a prank which forces Kiki and Mitsuhide to share a room. Instead of using it as an opportunity to get closer, Mitsuhide ultimately is so uncomfortable, he makes Hisame switch out with Kiki.

Panels from Ch 65.1

Mitsuhide is so conscious of trying to maintain his boundaries with Kiki, not wanting to treat her differently because she's a female knight, that he would rather share a room with Hisame, who at this point in canon Mitsuhide studiously tries to avoid. Mitsuhide not only suggests they call him, he actually looks relieved when Hisame shows up.

Exhibit B: He can be uncomfortable with emotional intimacy around Kiki as well.

Panels from Ch 26

It's not just about being physically guarded around her though, as we saw in Ch 44 and the Sereg special chapter. He can also be closed off emotionally. Here in this scene, Kiki is being sincere and thanking him for his concern, but he doesn't properly acknowledge her sincerity or her feelings at first. He did this with Kiki's proposal too in Ch 92. Hisame scolded him and then he had that other more candid convo with Kiki only after, where he properly explains to her why he turned her down.

Panels from Ch 93

Exhibit C: Mitsuhide's main priority has always been Zen

Mitsuhide has repeatedly told Kiki how his first priority is Zen. In fact, when Kiki and Mitsuhide had their fight in Chapter 44 about Kiki leaving the castle, Mitsuhide's first concern wasn't the fact that Kiki would eventually leave his side, but rather that she could no longer be by Zen's side.

Panels from Ch 31

Panels from Ch 44

I think this is what ultimately makes Kiki and Mitsuhide incompatible. Kiki has her own duties and dreams she wants to pursue in Seiran; serving Zen is part of that journey to become a better countess. She can't stay at Zen's side forever and her time to depart is getting closer and closer. While both Kiki and Zen are incredibly important to Mitsuhide and he loves them both, if he had to pick one of them, he would pick Zen. He does pick Zen, in the end.

[terrorweiler404]

[kendochick-moor]

April 2010 - SaiMono - Ryuuki/Shuurei, Kochou/Seiran - Modern Uni AU of some sort...

n      need to re-work this to make it fit into the Modern University/College AU with Ryuuren x Shuurei x Eigetsu family love/fluff

n      need to write at least 1-2 one-shots where Seiran is escorting/meeting Shuurei to walk her ‘home’ from her job (write one-shot explaining fully why she’s working there?...)

n      need to write one-shot where Seiran x Kouchou are together, explain/hint at their relationship?

n      Need to write one-shot that explores Ryuuki’s situation a bit (thrust into being head of business/capital? Is known by reputation only, is a loner, is lonely, doesn’t get to socialize much, finds Seiran by chance, hangs out with him when he can, as Seiran is only person who sees him as ‘Ryuuki’, not ‘Mr. Shi.”…)

n      Need to write/consider the police force / justice system, where other characters fit in.

n      Shouka? Ensei? Reishin? Kijin/Kou?

n      Kouyuu / Shuei / Shuei & Shusui?

n      Eiki. Three Grand Guardians (Shou Taishi, Sou Taifu, Sa Enjun)

n      Also, completely re-do Seiran-searching-for-Kouchou scenes, they are stupid, useless, fanservicey, and could be tons better if given more thought/originality.

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Word count: approx. 5,300 words

Genre: Modern AU, romance

Chars: Shuurei x Ryuuki, Seiran x Kouchou, Ensei

Summary: It takes a village to raise a… date?

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“Do you really think this is the right time?” the pale-haired young man looked back at his older brother as the latter gently—but firmly—guided him towards the door of his apartment.

“Everything will be fine,” assured Seiran with a confident, if tired, sigh. Really, if he didn’t get Ryuuki out the door soon then Shuurei would be left waiting by herself in the cold night outside the cram school where she tutored. The walk from the office building, where the cram school was located, to the bus stop was short but passed through a few unsavoury parts of the city before it connected with the main thoroughfare. Usually Seiran would ‘coincidentally’ meet her on his way home, make sure she made it as far as her connection to the subway, and then be on his way back to his apartment in the opposite direction. The subway was well-policed and brightly lit, and there was a stop just one intersection away from her dorm. The dorm that was located in one of the safest neighbourhoods in the city. He’d made sure of that, with a bit of help.

The after-hours habit had been that way for the better part of the past year, since she’d started working at the Learning Center to make the money she needed for her university tuition. Their routine would have continued that way (with Shuurei none the wiser to how  deliberate –and out of his way—his nightly detour truly was) if it hadn’t been for the fact that Seiran’s fiancée, Kochou, was due to return from her business trip that afternoon and he had promised to collect her from the airport. And she’d called him from the stop-over airport, early that morning, to relate to him that, wonder of wonders, she’d just run into their old friend Ensei, and wouldn’t it be fantastic if they all got together? She thought so—and had talked Ensei into re-arranging his plans so he could come back with her to Kiyou. Surely Seiran didn’t have a problem with that? Good, because she was sure everything would be fine and they’d see him by lunchtime.

The plane had now been delayed by several hours.

So far, Seiran hadn’t been able to reach Shuurei, or his fiancée, and while he knew both women were more than capable of taking care of themselves… he worried. He told himself that logically, nothing would happen, everything was fine, and he was just being a mother hen. That really, they were in safe places, surrounded by a ridiculous number of security cameras, and knew better than to wander off. (With Ensei, or random people who asked her for help, in Shuurei’s case.)

That of course the pair of intelligent women would stick to well-lit spaces, avoid talking to strangers, and stay out of trouble… With Ensei.

Unconsciously his right eyebrow twitched at the incongruity of his secret dream and the reality that faced him. Why were all the women he knew danger-magnets?

Well if he couldn’t be in two places at once, he’d at least make sure someone was.

And if he happened to have noticed his little brother making puppy dog eyes at Shuurei when he’d joined him on a few recent excursions, well, there were worse escorts.

At this, Ensei’s rakish grin sprang immediately to mind, accompanied by its usual companion, the Industrial-Grade Migraine.

His younger brother’s voice broke through the painful haze rapidly fogging his brain. “What’s wrong? Why are you angry? Did I do something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” rubbing a hand over his face to ease the tension that had clued his younger brother in to his mood, Seiran begged the powers that be for patience. Nothing is wrong, he repeated internally, nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong…

* - *

Ryuuki had parked at the subway station, ridden to the stop near Shuurei’s office, and walked the rest of the way in an outwardly calm manner, but his insides a nervous rush. He barely noticed his surroundings, except for one last errand…

The flower shops he’d passed were all closed – he’d wanted to get her flowers. But wait—would that be too formal? It wasn’t a ‘proper’ date, it was just collecting her, wasn’t it? Then he shouldn’t be trying so hard. Or should he? Should he be trying to impress her? What had his ani-ue said?!

“It’s ok,” he heard his brother’s voice in his head, “this is supposed to be casual. Kochou just wanted to have dinner together, so you go get Shuurei, and we’ll meet at the restaurant.”

Right, of course.

“Just be yourself,” Seiran had smiled at him, before patting him on the head and literally shoving him out the door.

The young man was convinced something was bothering his ani-ue by that point. And sending him off on his own to meet Shuurei? He’d never done that before!

“—uuki!”

And what if she didn’t like ‘himself’, he wondered slowly. What if she liked someone else? Was she seeing anyone else? He sped up, both his heartrate and his step, and doubt settled coldly into his belly.

“Ryuuki!”

The preoccupied man’s thoughts spiraled. He’d never had the confidence to ask her if she was involved, since he’d been so worried about the possibility of her answer being, “Yes, with the man of my dreams!”– and in his mind, how could someone like her not be seeing someone? Now he was terrified he may be rejected, and then what would they do for dinner?! This was a big night for his ani-ue and his fiancée, Kochou—what if he’d ruined it? Oh no, what if he ruined their entire relationship? His brother would never forgive him!

“Ryuuki! Is that you? Wait up!”

(A young woman’s voice rose in mounting concern, but the blond man’s focus was entirely inwards and he missed the repeated calls.)

The worried young man skidded to a stop at the thought that he’d just irreparably damaged the happiest part of his brother’s life.

It was all his fault--!

Suddenly he startled as someone grabbed his arm. 

“Ryuuki, slow down!” huffed Shuurei.

She leaned over her knees to catch her breath a moment before straightening up to look at him again, cheeks pinked. She pushed some of her loosened hair back behind her ear. “I just chased you for nearly a block –you looked so worried! Is something wrong? Can I help?”

Her beautiful dark eyes, large in her concern for him, shone in the darkness as she held on to him, refusing to let him go.

And his mouth went dry.

Then his brain fizzled out.

And he opened the former before the latter had re-engaged.

Whirling on her and grabbing her hands desperately in his, he pulled her to him (“Whu-Ryuuki! What’s going on-!”) and pleaded,

“You need to come to dinner! It’s the only way to save them!”

* * *

Shuurei paused, her eyebrows knit, and she remembered something Seiran had once mentioned to her about his little brother. “He always means well. But he can be a bit… impulsive.”

Ahhhhh… so ‘impulsive’ is Seiran-ese for ‘total spaz’, the young woman quickly deduced. It was so… Seiran… to try to put his little brother’s quirks, said brother being someone he cared deeply for, in a good light.

Actually…

Shuurei paused again…

Seiran’d been talking Ryuuki up to her quite a bit recently. Subtly, always subtly, but definitely a lot, for him. The pieces started clicking into place in her mind, and she controlled a reflexive eye twitch. Great. Her ‘big brother’ was playing matchmaker between her and his little brother. Spazzy little brother.

Oh, brother.

The aforementioned man’s face was inches from hers, still anxious. But noting how sincere he was, how determined he was to take care of his family, and how fiercely he gripped her hands—ow--, Shuurei stifled the urge to sigh and took a calming breath, hoping her escort had absorbed some of her pacifism.

“Ryuuki?” she repeated again patiently, cautiously, for she was sure it was at least the sixth time. She couldn’t help her voice pitching a bit high. She’d never appreciated how strong he was, or that he must work with his hands. The long, tapered fingers gripping hers were rougher than she’d expected. Not that she’d thought about him, or his hands, much. Really. Just once or twice, in passing. As she waved goodbye to him and Seiran, or as she went to bed alone in her dorm apartment. Wondering why she’d catch him looking at her from time to time on their way from her work to the subway…

“Hands,” she burst out, to reel herself back in from her distracting thoughts. She gave a faint tug, not actually trying to pull her hands from his warmth. Well, ok, now it was starting to hurt, but if he’d loosen his grip just a little bit, it wouldn’t be so bad. He had lovely hands, she noticed, the longer he held her, strong and competent, and wow, he must work out…

“Huh?”

This time, he truly looked at her; then down at their tightly clasped fingers; then understanding dawned on him when he became conscious of how white her trembling hands had become in his grip.

“I’m so sorry-!”

“Ah!” she shook her hands carefully, just a tiny bit, as he threw them away from him and stepped back a few inches to give her some space.

“Thank you,” she breathed and smiled at him.

“I didn’t mean to-!”

“-it’s ok!,” she sighed, covertly massaging her hands within the loose sleeves of her coat. That felt a bit better, and she refused to admit she felt even a touch disappointed. Already she missed his warmth. Just not the… enthusiasm. “So, Kochou and Seiran mentioned something about dinner tonight. Are we heading over to meet them?”

“I love you, please go out with me!” he wanted to exclaim, but wisely kept that part locked up behind the closed doors of his eager subconscious. He really didn’t need to scare her off with his desperate infatuation… yet.

“Yes,” he replied instead. One thing at a time, he reminded himself. Things had gotten off to a rocky start, but he just had to convince her he was worth her time, and that would help resolve any lingering misgivings. And he could always call his ani-ue to help him smooth things over if he really botched collecting Shuurei. He really hoped it wouldn’t come to that, though. He wanted to do this on his own. He’d liked her for months now, he just needed to get himself together and talk to her, without Kouchou or his ani-ue breaking the ice or ‘helping’ him out.

So far, though, she looked pretty… happy to see him, actually! His heart soared. Yes, tonight would be the night! He tried to keep his grin under wraps as his ‘date’ started speaking again.

Nodding brightly, Shuurei straightened her coat and tucked her now mittened-hands into her pockets. “Well, let’s go then. The battery on my cell died earlier this afternoon, so I didn’t get a chance to confirm things with Seiran. Do you know where we’re going?”

This time, he nodded at her and pointed back the way he’d come. “Kouchou-neesan chose it. I think we’ll have one of the private rooms for the night, so we can wait there for them. Her plane is late.”

Falling into step beside Shuurei, the young man heard her make a sympathetic sound in her throat. “And she’d been hoping to make it back early this time, too! She’s had so many business trips recently, she must be exhausted.”

“I’m sure my brother will take good care of her,” Ryuuki found the conversation came easily this time, and reveled in having Shuurei’s undivided attention. “So, how have you been?...” He held his breath. Well, gotta ask sometime, he thought. “Seeing anyone these days? Oh, are you ok!?”

“Oh, fine, thanks, sorry, tripped over my own feet, hahaha…” She straightened up, face definitely more red than pink now. Well, he hadn’t wasted time, she’d give him that…  “Uh, no, not… not seeing anyone…”

When she made to let go of his arm (which she’d grabbed when she stumbled), he tightened his hold and caught her arm between his elbow and side, not letting her go. While she bit her lip for a second, she didn’t protest. And after a few moments, she relaxed and hooked her arm properly through his. (Because it was more comfortable that way, she told herself, and didn’t look as ridiculous as being pulled along. That was all.) Of course, she had no idea that she was nearly beaming at him, just so sincerely flattered, when he glanced down at her.

For his part, Inner!Ryuuki cheered.

Yes, he could definitely get used to this now that he knew she didn’t have a boyfriend, the young man thought to himself.  (What a relief! Why did he wait so long again?) He could get used to it very easily. Hopefully, she would, too, he thought optimistically. Another peek at her profile, her eyes bright and happy, convinced him it might not be as difficult as he’d dreaded to win her over.

*- *

Forty-five minutes.

Seiran glanced again at the illuminated message board that listed the flights that had arrived and what gates they should pick up their baggage from, and he checked the nearby clock.

Her flight had arrived over an hour ago, and he’d been waiting there, just outside the baggage carousel’s security gate, for nearly forty-five minutes, and she wasn’t there. All the bags had been picked up; the information desk had confirmed everyone had left the plane; and no one had missed it leaving its last terminal in Kou province. It had been a full flight, no free seats.

Even in first class, where Seiran was sure Kouchou and Ensei would have been sitting. Together. Causing trouble…

The migraine flared and Seiran’s cheek twitched at the pain. Then he unclenched his jaw and tried to think again of where the pair would have disappeared to.

It was a random, though casual, scene, but as the tall young man turned to look around the terminal, his eyes caught on the sight of several tired pilots steering their baggage behind them as they headed to an escalator. They were laughing about their shift being “finally over!” for the night, and they “couldn’t wait to kick back & relax”.

The sign hanging above them indicated, “WINGNUTS à” .

Seiran felt his shoulders wilt a bit.

After depositing even more money into the parking meter, he trudged up the escalator to the increasingly raucous noise that welcomed one and all to the terminal’s beverage lounge…

*-*

“Anything yet?”

Ryuuki glanced at his phone. No missed calls, no voicemail, no text messages or e-mail. “Nothing. He hasn’t found her yet.”

“Hmmm… Maybe we should order some appetizers for ourselves?” Shuurei wondered aloud, leaning across the table to glance at the time illuminated on the front of Ryuuki’s cellphone before sitting back down her in seat again. “Oh no!” she exclaimed suddenly, her eyes fixed on the windows of the restaurant, just behind them.

Her company turned to look in her direction, and realized the problem.

“Was there supposed to be a blizzard today? I thought it was just a light snowfall!” he said, forgetting about the phone.

“That’s what I thought, too! Oh no, do you think they’re having problems landing?”

“Seiran would have called if that were the case,” he assured her. “More than likely they’re missing each other in the terminal. They just put the new addition on – maybe they’re still re-routing some passengers and flights?”

“Yes… Well…” her voice drifted off as she considered their situation. “How about we order and let Seiran know? We can always bring their food to them, and meet up for coffee at their place after dinner to chat.” Decision made, she looked to him for confirmation.

And that would mean a nice, private tete-a-tete dinner between the two of them….

“… no sense letting good food go to waste,” he agreed, and they signaled the waiter.

*-*

“Sure I saw them!”

Seiran nodded politely to the bartender to continue. It was the fourth bartender he’d spoken with. WINGNUTS apparently was a multi-level establishment, with different locations that catered to different clientele. Very particular clientele.

“I believe they were part of the conga line that went over to the Leather Fairy,” said the man, pointing helpfully at the bar two hops down the conveyor-belt walkway.

“Thank you,” the tired fiancé-turned-chauffeur roused himself from the stool he’d been leaning on and made his way over to the…

… ah, this one had a cross-dressing theme, he observed with another eye twitch…

… next bar.

Noting that it really shouldn’t have taken him 5 saloons to catch on that Kouchou and Ensei were leading him on a wild goose chase, Seiran sighed inside and soldiered on.

“Well helloooooo handsome! What can we do for you tonight?”

…. Why did it have to be a cross-dressing bar with a leather-or-feather dress code? And who’d allowed this kind of establishment to be built within an airport?! The last place had been a Tiki-styled family grill!

The Tiki had been Ensei, he mused dismally. The leather was definitely Kouchou.

As the greeter cheerfully offered up a leather vest or a fluffy boa to him before they’d allow him entrance, Seiran couldn’t help the heavy mantle of despair that slid onto his weary shoulders.

Oh wait, that was his new vinyl cape. (With matching fitted mask, it seemed, as he felt the elastic settling over his ears.) He sensed Ensei’s hand in this, somehow. The man had always had a fascination with capes…

Normally, he would never undergo this, he thought murderously, and wished he could set his glare to Maximum Punishment Beam. But his fiancé tended to tease him mercilessly about that. Or upstage him in that department. Not that he had much pride, (really, he didn’t), but he’d learned early on that that pride wasn’t worth the wrath of an angry Kouchou.

Speaking of, where was she—

The silver-haired man stopped short at the sight before him. Even through the mask, the form clad in glitter and spandex was unmistakable; the sashay in clear heels, the long, lustrous hair, the gown that was clearly more at home on a runway than an airport lounge.

And the 3-day old stubble confirmed it.

Oh hells…

“Ensei, if you come near me wearing that, I will not hesitate to defend myself.”

*-*

The weather that greeted Ryuuki & Shuurei outside the restaurant was nothing short of a white-out.

Ryuuki thanked someone on the phone, and returned to Shuurei’s side with a concerned grimace on his face.

“Any luck?”

“The taxi companies are all booked solid, and they have long waits since so many of the major roads are closed until the ploughs get through,” he informed her, helping her into her jacket.

Shuurei looked grimly at the frozen landscape, not liking their odds. “I haven’t seen a bus pass by since we noticed the heavy snowfall start, two hours ago. I think they’re sidelined, too.”

Which left them with few choices to get themselves home – and they weren’t dressed for the ‘trudging through sleet and snow’ option.

Well, not for very far, at least, admitted Ryuuki as he considered their alternatives. Unless she didn’t mind not going home…

“Do you think you could walk for 15 to 20 minutes in that?” he asked her, studying her reaction.

“Do you know someone nearby?” she asked hopefully. “I’m sure we can make it at least an hour! Better than building a fort in a snowbank…”

“Let me call Seiran to let him know we’re heading out…”

* * *

Kouchou smiled engagingly at the two men as she leaned comfortably back in her fetish chair.

“Really, you’d think you didn’t enjoy this. You should be smiling, you’re the most popular men in the bar at the moment!” she teased, sipping a cup of brandy through full, red lips. Her darkly painted and precisely manicured nails tapped the side of the glass from time to time, beating a slow, irregular rhythm.

“What about Ryuuki and Shuurei? They’re out in the storm, aren’t they?” asked Ensei, showing his usual concern for the young woman they all treated like family. He shifted subtly in his chair to relieve the stress certain parts of his attire were incurring on his person.

“Ah yes, they were to have dinner tonight with us, weren’t they? Did they meet up and find the restaurant all right?”

Seiran watched her feigned curiosity levelly. Then he knew.

“You set this up.”

“Did I? Really? I just thought it would be good for little Ryuuki to show a bit of initiative,” she corrected mildly, and held her glass out to the side for another refill as the waiter (waitress? wondered Seiran—it was hard to tell with the make-up) politely poured her another drink. “And he just called to say he was settling them into one of his hotels, didn’t he? My, my, darling… You taught him well, didn’t you?”

He refused to blush. Was she really insinuating his brother was following in his footsteps? If so… No, better not to follow that path of thought, he decided.

But, how had Kouchou known? He wondered briefly how long his beautiful, razor-witted fiancée had been aware of his brother’s attraction to Shuurei, and how long it had taken her to engineer this little rendez-vous between them (and timed it so exactly to the storm front’s snowfall), and felt a slight shiver on his spine. He was never, ever crossing this woman.

Loved her more than life itself, yes.

… but still, a little bit afraid of her, too.

* * *

“What a lucky break!” gushed Shuurei, gazing around their suite from their shared living room. “You know the owner of this hotel chain? Please tell them thank you so much the next time you meet!”

She unwrapped her scarf and held out her arms as Ryuuki helped her out of her coat, hanging it in the closet by the door. She glanced back at him curiously for a moment, surprised at his gentlemanly behaviour, then realized he’d been doing such little things for her all evening. Opening doors, pulling out her chair, arranging for a stay that night at the luxury hotel his ‘family friend’ owned…

“This place is very nice – please let me know how much it comes to, I’ll pay you back with my next paycheque.”

He bit back a reply of, “No need,” knowing she wouldn’t accept the generosity. So… he’d just have to ‘forget’ or ‘lose the receipt’ by the time she asked him for it. It was one of the business-class executive suites, one that was usually reserved for close family friends or when businessmen travelled for meetings, hence the living room. There were far more upscale ones in this particular hotel, but he knew she would have objected to staying in one of those… so this suited their purposes far better. And the fact the hotel itself was part of his own conglomerate (not that Shuurei knew that), well, that just ensured top level service from the staff. (Though he’d had to send Shuurei to sit in the lobby café a moment as he ‘arranged their room’ with the desk staff when they first arrived. The obvious fawning from the clerks and staff would have clued Shuurei in immediately to the situation, otherwise.)

“There are warmed robes in each of our bathrooms,” he took her through her room to show her, “and there are kettles with tea and coffee if you still need to warm up. Room service is complimentary,” (for us, he added internally), “so if you need anything during the night, don’t hesitate to let them know. Also, the staff said they’d be happy to launder our clothes for us overnight and have them ready for us in the morning.”

Shuurei just stared at him a moment, skeptically.

“And you know all this because?...”

Damnit, he’d said too much; she’d cottoned on.

“The front desk staff were very helpful.”

Still watching him for a moment, she raised an eyebrow but said nothing more.

“Breakfast will arrive around 8am. Is there anything I can do for you, before I go to my room? You look like you want to rest. You mentioned you had class in the morning… unless they’re cancelled, that is. Do they cancel university classes in bad weather?”

He was babbling, and shut up before he further embarrassed himself. He didn’t want to go; he wanted to sit with her, keep talking with her, and greedily draw her focus entirely to him. He hadn’t realized how fascinating she truly was, how intelligent, but he had a much better idea now, and was slowly coming to the conclusion that he’d like more than a simple relationship with her. He wanted more than the occasional rushed lunch or quick wave as they happened to pass each other; more than random conversation over dinner with friends; more than a ‘what if…’ look that passed between them from time to time. For now, it was a start, but he wanted to build on that with her. He wanted her to have everything she wanted, to achieve every goal she set for herself, to support her in her pursuits, and to help soften the blow if and when she fell—and he knew she would, she was just so idealistic and pragmatic, it would draw others to her to support and discourage her in equal measure, and he wanted nothing more than to banish those impediments from her path, except for the fact he knew she would resent him for his own interference. He wanted all of that for her, and he wanted to be a part of it with her. And knowing all this and what it meant, and how it might feel like he’d rushed into these conclusions but had in reality known her, been getting to know her through snatches of conversation and random encounters through his brother for months, it may have been a bit overwhelming... And he would admit, it was partly reckless, to want so much, after so little time actually spent solely in each other’s company. Was he perhaps obsessive, he wondered? To finally know someone who treated him as a person without wanting anything else from him in return (though he had a feeling his brother had not felt the need to inform her of his background, and it hadn’t come up explicitly between them yet, either…). That may change, of course, when she realized who he truly was; he would need to prepare for that eventuality. His soaring mood dampened a bit at that. From what he’d gathered from Shuurei’s disposition so far, she was from a family of scholars, formerly old money, but that had stopped pursuing knowledge for financial gain. She would figure him out soon enough, it was only a matter of time. Seiran had filled in the blanks surrounding her upbringing for him, when he’d made an occasional off-hand remark about Shuurei’s family. It seemed like she didn’t hold much regard for those of the ‘upper’ echelons of society. He hadn’t asked her outright, but there seemed to be something that had happened in the past that had soured her opinion of them. When they were just a bit more comfortable with each other, he would have to find a way to ask without giving himself away. (He had a feeling he’d be calling his brother for advice at some point in the near future…)

But she was so bright. Everything she did, she did with heart and determination. And he admired her for that. In a way, he wanted to be like her – to have that drive and boldness (even if he knew it was a pipe dream for himself in his position). Perhaps that was why he wanted to stay with her, to absorb her enthusiasm for life, her work and life ethic. But to ask for so much now from her would be ridiculous, presumptuous, avaricious; it would take time to build on their burgeoning trust, to see that trust into a warmer friendship, and then, if he was careful enough, more. She’d already shown she was comfortable with his company, to some extent, even trusting him enough to share a hotel suite with him – and he doubted he’d imagined it when she’d pulled closer to him as they vaulted over waist-high, ploughed banks of snow and ice (she’d insisted it was to keep their balance, but he didn’t think she would have blushed and nibbled at her bottom lip about keeping her balance). But he was well aware suggesting they cuddle together for warmth for the night would not go over well now that they weren’t shivering in thigh-high slush and sleet.

So much whirled through the young man’s mind as he watched Shuurei watching him thoughtfully in return. So much had been set in motion now that they had finally had an evening together, without the usual buffering from his brother or Kouchou. And now, thanks to the absence of their older ‘siblings’ and the opportunity to really start to ‘know’ the woman standing across from him, he wanted, finally, so much to start showing someone he was capable. To show her he was worth her rare, valuable time.

“I don’t have class until 10:30am tomorrow, actually,” she said finally, still watching him with a curious look. “And yes, with weather like this, the roads may be bad enough that they cancel classes for a day. Don’t you remember from your time in university?...”

“I didn’t get to go to university. I had to go to work,” to look after my father’s company, when his health failed, he thought. If he’d been born into a normal, regular family, he may have considered going to university – and if his older brothers hadn’t passed away (or vanished, in Seiran’s case), he may still have had the opportunity. But when he’d been the only one left, his choices had been revoked, his path decided.

And he hadn’t realized what his words had implied until he saw the expression on Shuurei’s face change.

“You didn’t get to… Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--. And all through tonight we were talking about my studies--.”

“It’s ok!” he rushed, and before he could think better of it, blurted out, “I was planning on talking to someone at the university and taking a few courses soon anyway, at night!”

Which wasn’t a lie, exactly, more along the lines of a half-truth; he’d be giving the class to the MBA students, not the other way around…

But it seemed to work in his favour – as Shuurei suddenly brightened enthusiastically and her mouth dropped open in happy surprise.

“I can take you around campus, if you want? Are you free on…”

And there it was once more, her generosity all over again. In spite of how busy her own schedule was, she wanted to help him so he would have the same opportunities she did.

But he told himself he wasn’t misleading her or abusing that generosity… just… accepting it and its benefits, as he smiled back at he and agreed yes, he’d love to meet up with her again…

* * *

The next day, Seiran shrugged awake in his bed – it had taken them hours to get home from the airport the night before, or more appropriately, until close to dawn that morning. He spied Kouchou slipping her cellphone back into her dressing gown pocket as she sat up in bed sipping her coffee.

The silver-haired man debated a moment whether or not to ask why she wore such a self-satisfied Cheshire grin.

Then, remembering the events of the night before, he closed his eyes and feigned sleep again.

From her position atop the pillows, the beautiful woman glanced down at him and smiled, not missing his strategic retreat.

[minsarasarahair]

Suou: Why your boobs are suddenly huge? Seiran: *hit Suou and whispers* You should have say you're beautiful or you're adorable. Shuurei: I can hear you Seiran. I can't help it! I'm a decoy! Suou: Fake or not. Every man prefer it big anyway- Seiran: *hit Suou again* What's wrong with small?! Its not my lady's fault! Suou: Shuurei, your family retainer is so rude! Shuurei: You're both rude!!

[hoarhsoyriz]

It’s been a while since the last tag game, but @midnight-falcon send me this and I don’t understand why I keep talking in English. Okay, then, I must name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things... but we all know I have neither consistency nor memory. And I love too much characters in one or another work. (And yes, I admit I have many fucking types.)

1. Nie Huaisang - Mo Dao Zu Shi

2. Link - The Legend of Zelda

3. Nakahara Chuuya - Bungou Stray Dogs

4. Ginko - Mushishi

5. Therion - Octopath Traveler

6. Marianne von Edmund - Fire Emblem Three Houses

7. Lio Fotia - Promare

8. Shulk - Xenoblade Chronicles

9. Kiki Seiran - Akagami no Shirayukihime

10. Todoroki Shouto - Boku no Hero Academia

[charredbrie]

Tag Game

Tagged by @akichan-th <3 Thank you so much bb! *cyber hug*

Rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different franchises and then tag 10 people

Sesshomaru-sama (Inuyasha)

Yukimura Seiichi (Prince of Tennis)

Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

Murasakibara Atsushi (Kuroko no Basuke)

Nuriko (Fushigi Yuugi)

Otani Atsushi (Lovely Complex)

Tsukimori Len (La Corda Doro Primo Passo)

Shi Seiran (Saiunkoku Monogatari)

Sakuragi Hanamichi (Slam Dunk)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Sorry, I just had to include number 10. You have no idea how upset I was when they removed Emily on it but thank goodness, due to popular demand, she came back.

Tagging! @vanilla-daydreams @tastytatsu @theuglycrybaby @fiftyshadesoftaiga @theweiwuxian @devildears @thebeautifulmacabre @kunimitsuchin @applemonstar89 @jafndaegur <3

[leenaevilin]

[Personal] ただいま (tadaima) ~ Leena is back in business

as some of you might have already realised... I’m back from my 6 weeks ‘break’ \(^_^)/

soooo... let’s reflect a bit on what I learned these past few weeks:

※ you can catch a f**king damn cold on a plane despite wearing a mask 😷 you just need to be on the one plane where every other single passenger is sick!!

(I actually came back 2 days ago but was so brain dead that I didn’t feel like writing any personal thoughts or being social... I only did my usual info posts because I didn’t actually have to use my brain笑)

※ if you are nice to the people you buy stuff directly from and give them sweets from your country → they give you free stuff O_O

(I got 2 CDs [CUBERS ~ Taka’s group] and several extra trading bromides [I had way more but already gave them to some friends^^])

※ Leena spends way more money on her №3 than on her №1 & №2 together O_O

possible reasons:

→ Channaka’s (№1) schedule never fits Leena's!!! (don’t announce a stage greeting on the same day as my birthday the day after I bought my ticket for Birthday @ DisneySea... grrrrr... and don’t stay in Kansai the whole time I’m in Tokyo!!!! ahhhhh, this guy makes me crazy!!!)

→ Leena could only see Channaka (№1) on screen 1x and Kei-chan (№2) on stage 1x this time... but Shin-chan (№3) on stage 4x & on screen 4x!!!!

→ Tsukipro knows exactly how to get Leena to spend her money on Shin-chan

♡ S.Q.S Epi4 ~ TSUKINO EMPIRE trading bromides: 15/16 [only missing 1 T^T]

♡ Gekijouban SOARA trading bromides: 14/23 [shuugou-shashin are a pain in the a**笑]

♡ Gekijouban SOARA sign bromides: 5/5 \(^_^)/

♡ Alive Stage~ Epi 2 trading bromides: 25/32 [again, shuugou-shashin are a pain in the a**笑] 

... and these are only the trading bromides!!! I got all badges + every Shin-chan/Ren related goods笑

→ after seeing how much weight Shin-chan lost since last year you simply wanna spend money on him so he can get himself a nice meal!!!

look at those thin legs O_O... he was always skinny but right now he really makes me worried!!! 

→ I’m always looking for rare and/or ‘old’ stage DVDs with my top 3 (~5) and this time I was really lucky with Shin-chan stuff!!!

♡ 舞台  アニドルカラーズ! キュアステージ (butai anidol colors! cure stage)

♡ 舞台 バグバスターズ ―Stage BLUE― (butai bugbusters -stage blue-)

♡ 舞台 STORM LOVER ~波打ち際の王子SUMMER!~ (butai storm lover ~namiuchigiwa no ouji summer!~)

♡ 舞台『君死ニタマフ事ナカレ 零_改』(butai kimi shi ni tamau koto nakare zero kai)

+  舞台 OZMAFIA!! (butai ozmafia!!) [thx to my partner in crime we were finally able to add it to our collection!!!]

※ when 7 foreigners attend the same show Japanese get confused  σ(^_^;)

(especially when those foreigners try to force themselves to ride an already full elevator and later the doors won’t open at the 1st floor)

→ watching Alive stage~ episode 2 seiran no shou shonichi with you guys was awesome^^ got fanservice from Kou~sama during kyakuseki-ori and made a bunch of girls around me really jealous... (Hide-kun... thx for staring about 30sec into my eyes but please give those other girls some attention, too 😂) 

※ Leena likes Kei-chan's new low voice!!!

I went to see the tousute (with deprofundisad) right before I went back home and OMG... I loved it!!! it’s soooooooooo different from all the previous once and I’m totally in love with the new style!! I was a bit worried about Kei-chan playing Hizen... but I totally changed my mind!!! he is the perfect choice for the role!!!! I love the sound of his voice (though he doesn’t talk as much as the rest of the cast... what is a good thing I think because I believe he is straining his voice a lot to get that low!!!)

ps: if you are one of the lucky persons who already saw it, please send me an ask about your thoughts/theory about a mysterious certain someone^^

※ Leena still loves meeting new friends!!!

I’m soo happy that I was finally able to meet Tina, Josie, Terri, Adeline, Momo and many more new friends!!! thx for spending time with me ~♡

AND PROBABLY THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I REALISED

※ Leena can’t live without her best friend!!!

spending almost 6 weeks at my best friend’s place (only a few days at my other friend's place) made me realise that I can’t live without her!!! she is the person I trust the most in my life and accepts me 100% for the way I am. I love her to the moon and back and I’m so glad that I can attend her wedding in January!!!