#sgrsweek

[kikuhikoo]

This dirty child had looked so beautiful the first time he saw him perform

Even if he was obviously inexperienced, he held tremendous talent

[xcherrywaltz]

#sgrsweek Day 2 - Act I: 青春 

SEISHUN →   Springtime of youth.

[kazimir29]

Pride Cold As Winter

you pride your skills to bring you through

to make a place for yourself on that stage

like neverending winter you feel so cold

frozen

[kumo-chan1]

Yakumo Yuurakutei/Kikuhiko/Bon

[decathinatorart-blog]

THE LAST EPISODE AAAHHHHHHH I FINALLY DREW THESE BABIES SOMEONE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT LAST EP OF SHOUWA GENROKU RAKUGO SHINJUU AND WE CAN ALL SCREAM AND CRY TOGETHER

[i-dedicate-this-kill-to-the-fans]

Ahhh, I'm really not good at working with inks ;_; Based on the opening! The curtain rises on the shinigami this season. For Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu week.

[male-k0]

(vía https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bMS72Gn_sE)

[juujinkan]

SGRS Week, Day #3: IKIGAI - RAISON D’ETRE. “Rakugo Family”. Past & Present. New generations following the path of two great masters.

[tumbler-dot-tumbler]

Jugemu is a classic Japanese story so I tried my best to relate the rakugo story from memory (with some of my own embellishments of course). Basically this is some second(or even third?)-rate rakugo from me to you because I love everything about rakugo and Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu has just finished <3

So here’s my surprise work for SGRS week in time for Day 3: I did my own rendition of Jugemu! Man, is it hard trying to pull off all those different characters but it was suuuuper fun! Hope you all enjoy.

[leena-galiffi]

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[xcherrywaltz]

#sgrsweek Day 1 ~ Prologue: 開幕

KAIMAKU →  The curtain rising before a performance.

“He was the person who gave colour to my dull world.”

[kazimir29]

Autumn Dusk

in a cold autumn afternoon

I sit by myself

holding my only memory

of you

[kumo-chan1]

Shinnosuke 

[koalala1031]

In Memory of Cherry Blossom

Part of #SGRSWeek – Day 6/Act V: 懐かしい (Natsukashii: Fondness and Nostalgia) (AO3)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 885

Genre: Family, Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Two weeks after he passed away. The cherry blossoms might have already been falling, but their memories of him will never fade.

Pairing(s): slight Yotarou x Konatsu

Warning: S2 episode 10-11 spoilers, major character death

“Yosh!!!” Yotarou clapped his hands as he prayed for Yakumo in front of his grave, followed by Konatsu and Shinnosuke.

As they finished praying, Yotaro and Shinnosuke bowed down to Yakumo’s grave, while Konatsu just stared at them, looking confused.

“Mommy~!” Shinnosuke begged her without changing his position. Being unable to refuse her adorable yet mischievous son, Konatsu simply sighed as she bowed down as well.

“Aight, Master,” Yotarou said. “Now we’d like to bid farewell to you.”

“Goodbye, Grandpa,” Shinnosuke followed his father. “We’ll never forget you, and we’ll always visit you in a regular basis.”

Konatsu opened her mouth, as she nervously muttered, “I... I, uh...”

“You also got somethin’ to say for Master, Sis?” Yotarou asked his wife. Konatsu anxiously nodded. Then she breathed in, and started talking, “I might have said this before but... thank you, for raising me instead of abandoning me. Thank you, for being a father to me. Thank you, for everything...”

Konatsu tried her best to hold her tears, and she continued her speech, “You still owe me one thing, you know? Remember when I asked you to be my student?” She muted for a second and continued again, “Even though that’s pretty much nothing compared to all the things you’ve already done to me. Yet I... I...”

Konatsu tried her best to hold her tears. Her husband however, wasn’t exactly doing as well as her. “Eh, Yota?!” Konatsu was surprised with his reaction. “Why are you the one crying?!”

Yotarou didn’t even answer, he was crying too hard to even listen to her question. He just straight up hugged her tight as his tears are flooding over her shoulder.

“Sig... there there,” Konatsu said as she patted his head to calm him down. After he cooled down a bit, he let her off of his grip. Konatsu then switched to her son, “Hey, Shin.”

“Hmm?” Shinnosuke responded to his mom.

“You might wanna hug your dad. He needs it. Like, really.”

Shinnosuke pulled his father’s trousers. In respond, Yotarou bent down so he’s in his tiny son’s reach. The little guy then spread his arms wide as his father embraced him in return, and then he continued crying.

Shinnosuke didn’t actually mind his father crying in his arms. As his mother taught him, it’s actually good for men to cry. Showing emotion is a completely acceptable thing to do for a human.

Konatsu then switched from the two boys crying together back to her foster father’s tombstone. After that, she put a bouquet of peace lilies in front of it.

“Yota and Shin are still doing just fine, don’t worry,” Konatsu said again. “And the little child too...” She smiled as she touched her slightly bigger stomach. “Anyway... we should probably go home right now. Yota still has some upcoming performances. That’s a busy rakugoka for you.”

The three then bowed down to Yakumo’s grave again as they said goodbye, and then they left together.

Konatsu glanced at the cherry blossom trees. The cherry blossoms have been falling from their trees. “It’s really sad, huh...” she murmured under her breath.

“Eh? What is it, Sis?” Yotarou reacted.

“The cherry blossom. Only two weeks ago, they just started blooming. But now...”

Neither of the two gentlemen spoke as they kept walking. The lady then continued, “Well, this kinda reminds me of him regretting not planting a cherry tree in the front garden when I was younger. If he did, then, the tree would already be tall by now.”

“But we already planted one, didn’t we?” Shinnosuke cheerfully asked. “Daddy said it’s better late than never.”

“Also it’s not like the cherry blossoms only blooms once in a lifetime!” Yotarou added. “There’s always next year!”

Konatsu simply chuckled as she smiled at the two most important men in her life now.

“So Daddy, what are you gonna perform in tonight’s radio show?” Shinnosuke changed the topic.

“Jugemu!”

“Yaaaaay!”

The father and son hugged each other while cheering and laughing together.

“I actually remembered Grandpa performing Jugemu once!”

“Wha... really?!”

“I had a dream about it. But I wasn’t the only one there. There was this little girl who kinda looks like Mommy, and also two other people I don’t really know.”

“Well, um...” Konatsu interrupted. The two then immediately stared at her. “The two other people there... are your other grandpa, and your grandma. And that little girl was me.”

“Wait Mommy, how did you know about that?”

“Because... I had a similar dream once. There were my parents. And you too. Oh, but before Yakumo’s Jugemu, my dad also did a performance before.”

“But then, how did you... How could we be in the same dream?”

“I don’t know either, to be honest. Anything can happen in a dream, after all.”

“Doesn’t matter, that’s still amazing anyways!” Yotarou changed the topic again. “To actually see the greatest masters perform live with your entire family... Well, almost entire family, but still!!!”

Konatsu giggled at her husband. Yotarou then embraced his family happily as they continued walking home.

“Yota, be careful with the baby!”

“Aaaaah, I’m sorry!”

April 10th, 1994. Two weeks after The Eighth Yurakutei Yakumo passed away.

The cherry blossoms might have already been falling, but his family’s memories of him will never fade.

Author’s note:

It was like midnight when I finished this I actually contribute something for #SGRSWeek I’m so proud of myself yayy. I was actually kinda unsure if this belongs in Day 3 (because there’s family here) or Day 6, but heck, turns out I was already late for Day 3, so never mind that.

So um, I kinda did a tad research on cherry blossoms in Japan, and according to this, they bloom for roughly two weeks in total. Plus I assume they live in Tokyo, since Yota kinda does the Eastern-style rakugo. Also I think Yakumo/Kiku died when the cherry blossom started blooming?? So I just made the date here is 1 week after Tokyo’s average full bloom. Regardless, please CMIIW :)

About the bowing down, I don’t really know if Japanese people really do that in real life. I just decided to include it because I thought it kinda fits Yota’s character......?

Welp, the AN turned out to be surprisingly long. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic and feel free to leave some comments ^^ not forcing btw

[i-dedicate-this-kill-to-the-fans]

Thank you for teaching me the meaning of love and life. 

For Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu week.

[classy-with-a-twist]

業火 - Gouka

My small contribution to Day 04 - GOUKA / Hell-Fire of the Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu Week. A short fanfic based on that scene between Konatsu and Kiku-san from S1E13, told from 5-year-old Konatsu’s perspective.

She missed her Daddy so, so much.

The setting sun on summer evenings had a strange, eerie way of tinging everything in red. The days in Tokyo didn't pass by like they did in the countryside. The evenings fell differently too, the horizon never going completely dark. The nights didn't smell the same.

Even a five-year-old Konatsu could tell the difference. As the sun turned scarlet and started inching closer to the horizon, the young girl lay down on the veranda of the huge house she had barely moved into, and curled herself up into a ball. She started to remember the countless, warm summer evenings she had spent staring at the sunset in Daddy’s lap, listening to his playful rakugo, laughing. The insects would buzz in the distance, the air would feel fresh, and though her stomach used to growl with hunger, she had been happy, then. They both had.

Konatsu hated the city and its stinky, dirty air. She missed Daddy.

As the words to Nozarashi started pouring out of her lips in a soft murmur, almost of their own volition, so came the tears, big drops rolling down her cheeks. "When that old bell rings, the incoming tide turns south. The crow pops out and la dee da..." Daddy was dead, and she was alone.

"Konatsu-san."

She started. No, she was not alone. He was there too.

The killer.

"Stop doing rakugo," his smooth storyteller's voice said, as his cold and distant eyes, that had been so warm a mere week ago, glared at her.

Looking up at his looming figure, Konatsu had never felt so small. Why had Daddy adored him so? She hated this old man!

"Shut up, moron!" she shouted at him, scowling right back at him through her tears, sticking her tongue out for good measure. Serves him right! He didn't scare her one bit! Her mop of red hair was a messy nest, and she looked like a wild animal. She felt like one.

Stooping down, he grabbed the back of her collar, stretching the fabric of a dress he had paid for. "Who taught you to be so nasty?" he asked with a sigh, sounding more annoyed than angry. Not dangerous.

"Daddy did!" Konatsu spat, turning away and squeezing her eyes shut to hold the tears in.

"If you want to do it, leave," the old man said emotionlessly, loosening his grip on her collar. "It won't get you anywhere. If you're doing it for fun, knock it off."

What? Who was he to tell her what to do? He wasn't her father! Now he was really making her mad… "You blockhead!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, startling him into letting go of her completely.

Annoying. Annoying. Annoying.

The old man stood back up from where he had been kneeling on the veranda, heaving a heavy, tired sigh. He was obviously fed up. Did I make him mad? Will he kick me out?

"Impudent child. I'm tired of all the noise. Leave me alone," was all he said. Dismissive. 

Die.

Konatsu's scowl deepened. She really hated him. Daddy's killer, bossing her around like that... After she had seen him, with Daddy's blood on his hands, on his face, on his shirt, on everything everywhere–

"What?" he asked in irritation, and she snapped back to the present.

No matter what. At any cost. Konatsu had decided.

She would have her revenge.

"Don't worry," she murmured softly, feeling more grown up than ever before. "I can't leave. Because some day, I'll kill you."

Kikuhiko-san's eyes widened for a split second in shock, almost too quick to catch, then softened.  His expression morphed into a bitter, pained one. "And who taught you to speak like that?" he asked, but Konatsu got the feeling he already knew the answer.

"My mother," she replied anyway, averting her gaze. She hated her too. It hurt thinking about her.

The old man shut his eyes, his thin face bathed in scarlet light. He looked like it hurt him too. Good.  

"Kill me, then," he ground out. "I'd feel much better." Turning on his heel, he left her there, standing alone in the vermilion sunset.

She had won. This was her victory. She should be feeling happy, elated–

Frustratingly, Konatsu felt anything but.

She belted out Nozarashi at the top of her lungs, her raw voice ringing out in the emptiness beyond the veranda.