#someone is sent to get Fushimi just so they can all leave

[ridiasfangirlings]

1/2) The former unnamed member of Homra learns that the Sarumi are dating and asks Yata WHY IS HE? What do you see in it? Is he an asshole!? And at this moment, he does not notice how the main part of Homra is trying to gesture to him that he should shut up. Yata says he's glad he asked, and pulls out of nowhere a 500-slide presentation "why Fushimi Saruhiko is so cool", two films, a theatrical production of a couple of books, and a bunch of other things.

Yata just has to explain to the uninitiated (also poor unnamed Homra guy, he probably properly hated Fushimi back when Yata was telling everyone what a total traitor asshole Fushimi was and then post-ROK hits and oops dating now). Like imagine this poor unnamed Homra guy who’s had a crush on Yata forever, he thinks Yata’s just super cool and strong and all that. Homra guy has been hesitant to actually admit to his crush though, because everyone knows that Yata is, uh, not the most experienced when it comes to love and all that. However the guy has been trying to bond with Yata when possible, and since Yata spends a lot of time complaining about that jerk traitor of course Homra guy also decides that Fushimi is indeed the worst most awful traitor. 

Then post-ROK Yata and Fushimi start dating and unnamed Homra guy is crushed, like he thought Yata hated Fushimi and now all of a sudden Yata’s dating him. One day Homra guy stops by the bar and it happens Yata’s waiting for Fushimi to get back from handling some Strain situation so they can go on a date and he’s chatting about it with Kusanagi. Unnamed guy can’t believe that after all this time Yata’s decided Fushimi is great and he can’t take it anymore, unrequited feelings and frustration welling up so he finally snaps what do you even see in that asshole, he’s just a skinny nerd who works for the Blues, you’ve really fallen Yata-san. Yata doesn’t even notice that he himself has been insulted as he’s like ‘eh? Ehhhh?’ and leans in really close, like he’s ready to fight. Homra guy clenches his fists but then Yata’s like let me tell you asshole Saruhiko is really fucking cool and around them the rest of the Homra guys sigh because Yata has launched into a tirade about Why Saruhiko Is The Coolest.

At some point a couple Homra alphabet boys sneak out of the bar to go help S4 handle the Strain issue so Fushimi can be freed to go get his boyfriend and the rest of them can be freed from hearing about how much Yata loves his boyfriend. Imagine Fushimi shows up just as Yata’s going over a list of all the amazing things Saruhiko has done and Fushimi just sighs and grabs Yata’s wrist like come on idiot you promised me a date right. Yata supposes he can let unnamed Homra guy off the hook now, Fushimi claims that Yata didn’t need to go so overboard but imagine there’s the slightest blush on his face.

[the-currian]

I don't know if you do requests, but I really loved your yandere winter troupe headcannons, they sent chills down my spine, and I was wondering if you'd be open to doing a yandere headcannons for autumn troupe?

I don’t really consider my blog a request blog, but I will accept most requests that are sent my way!! Ask, and you shall receive lol I hope you like this one, too!!

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A3! Autumn Troupe Yandere Headcanons

(No Azami because I’m only playing the English version and don’t have a good grasp of his character yet)

Banri Settsu

This guy is used to getting everything he wants – definitely a possessive-protective type.

Thus, unconsciously or not, he views you as his toy – a pretty little doll thing to do with as he pleases. Refers to you as his babydoll.

Intent on keeping his tough-guy image, but still with a need to keep you, his hand grips harshly against your waist when in public, his face contorted into a menacing scowl to let everyone know you belong to him. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, a growl will reverberate from him through your body, followed by some curses as he glares at the offender.

If the offender is particularly aggressive and refuses to be driven off, he throws back the aggression tenfold by a passionate and heated assault on your lips until the goddamn person gets the memo and leaves.

In private he’s much more openly affectionate. If you try to leave his embrace, he won’t relent, only allowing it to end on his terms, scoffing at you because did you forget who he is and what he is capable of?

Sakyo Furuichi

Probably the most dangerous of the whole troupe – if not the whole company.

Sakyo is busy with yakuza-related business but has the power and resources to watch over you. Through this, he is able to learn anything and everything he can about you.

He used this to give you gifts offhandedly, saying things like “It seemed like something you would like.” when giving you things that were exactly what you wanted. You find it intriguing at first, wondering how he always seems to know what’s exactly on your mind.

Really good at manipulation. “I know I can’t be with you that often, but I’m really trying here. Going into this relationship you told me you didn’t mind my profession. What’s changed? Are you disgusted by me now? About my lifestyle?”

Stages a kidnapping with his gang to make you become dependent on him. He takes you to a hideout secluded from your normal day-to-day life. Whenever you probe a bit too much, he brushes you off with “It’s just until the danger passes.” “It’s for your own safety.” “I don’t want to see you get hurt. I just love you so much.”

And it works. You believe him.

However, that doesn’t mean that you don’t get antsy while in seclusion, and you end up attempting some things that Sakyo would definitely not approve of. Somehow, your plans always get thwarted by one of Sakyo’s associates or Sakyo himself dropping by at inopportune times. To be honest, he finds it adorable that you think you can escape him.

Sakoda is the tattletale. He shadows you whenever Sakyo himself can’t. Doesn’t mind the Sakyo’s behavior at all; as long as the boss is happy, right? Is definitely Sakyo’s worst enabler.

Omi Fushimi

The two of you start out as friends. Gradually you spent more and more time together until you grew closer. Both of you became attached to one another but you hadn’t realized just how attached Omi would be.

He asks you to be the subject of his pictures for his photography club. His members sung their praises, but Omi didn’t care for them much as he realized he didn’t like that the other guys in the club were talking about you. When they ask him if you could be their subject he gives them a flat ‘no’, storming out of the club room.

((lol as soon I finished writing that bullet I realized it’s literally this but in a more sinister context:))

It becomes an insidious obsession for him. Having impromptu photo shoots with you, taking candids of you on dates, until one day…

When you get back home you discover pictures of you in some quite intimate situations when you were all by yourself. Sometimes, they are accompanied by notes on the back. Never let anyone else see you like this. You’re mine. You should be more careful with your windows, darling.

Does not tolerate admirers at all. Does not engage. Picks you up like a potato sack or a blushing bride, depending on his mood, to carry you away from those villains.

Treats you like a queen. Truly, madly in love with you. He sincerely just wants to love you. Showers you with love and affection.

He is incapable of blaming you for anything you say or do against him.

He’s usually calm and collected, but if you intentionally draw out his anger to the breaking point, he may just strike you (he’s not called the Mad Wolf for nothing)

After that incident he closes himself off from you for awhile, apologizing on a daily basis. Even when you reassure him that it’s alright and it wasn’t his fault - it was yours - he doesn’t accept that; it haunts him for a long time.

Taichi Nanao

 At first, Taichi is content with watching you from afar – watching from the sidelines. He never felt worthy enough for you. He’s always dreamed of romance and doesn’t want to screw it up.

That all changed one day when he noticed someone was taking up too much of your time for you to be comfortable, so he decides to confront them.

You just so happened to be passing by, stopping out of curiosity when you heard your name come up. You come across what seems to be Taichi reprimanding a guy that’s been approaching you a lot lately.

‘Serves him right,’ you think, ‘The poor guy doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.’

“Stay away! They’re mine, not yours! I love them, but even I wouldn’t dare take up too much of her time like that, you creep!”

In hindsight, perhaps you should have seen this coming.

Oblivious of the future to come, you break up the fight and pull Taichi aside, confessing your feelings for him, thanking him for standing up for you.

“R-really?” Taichi beams, tears coming to his eyes. “I promise to never let you go! You’ll see, I’ll become a man worthy of you!”

When you start dating he stops stalking you in favor of bombarding you with texts and calls – he always wants to know where you are, who you’re with, when he can see you next.

This boys craves attention – he’s like a puppy, really. He desperately seeks opportunities to be physically close to you.

Manipulates you into staying with him by sabotaging your image in public, causing a scene. (Hey, if he could sabotage the Autumn troupe, what’s stopping him with you?)

“That was really low of you to use me like that just so you could get in with the Mankai company.” “W-what are you talking about? I didn’t use you!” “Why would you do that? Am I not good enough?” Taichi chuckles ruefully. “Then again, I should’ve expected this, huh? I’m never good enough. It was sill of me to think that maybe you would be different–“ “Taichi, I do care! Please, please don’t say that!” “Really? Actions speak louder than words. You’re gonna have to do better than that. Show me.”

Juza Hyodo

Ordinarily chill. He just wants to see you happy. Whatever you need, he’ll go lengths for you. …Anything.

Physically rough with outsiders. If you’re ever threatened he will become ruthlessly protective. No amount of you pleading or crying will stop him from exacting revenge on the perpetrator. And at the end of it, he’ll pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, ignorant of the fact that he’s smearing blood in it because all that matters is that you’re safe.

He won’t restrict you from going outside but he makes sure that you’re firmly at his side, having you in his grip to keep you protected but more to let everyone know that you’re his.

Boy has a terrifying aura and he definitely knows how to use it.

If you ever confront him about his behavior, he’ll simply stare at you with a piercing gaze, getting you to drop it. If you are particularly persistent he’ll tug you into his embrace, hoping to distract you.

If you still refuse, pushing him away, he will give into his anger. Although he would never physically harm you, he’s not against threatening you into submission. His tall frame looms over you and he growls your name in a commanding voice as he traps you between a wall and his threatening stature, practically crushing you against it. Still, any crying or pleading from you is met with a threatening silence, and despite your stammers of fear he continues this until he is able to calm down.

[pyxisblue]

The Wolf’s Calm

“It’s a secret between the Crazy Wolf and I.”

|| A3!: Omi Fushimi // 2nd POV Yume (self-insert), Swearing/cursing, a bit of violence, mention of alcohol

You already knew about your boyfriend's drunk habit: his previous gangster personality comes out whenever he had too much to drink. And you couldn't say you're a fan.

That one particular night, drinking with his friends, had him reconsider about allowing himself too much alcohol. With it almost costing his friendship with his clubmates, it was something the two of you didn't really fancy.

Sure, it does bring out a very different side of him, which you loved to know about, but if it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, you included yourself in the list of people who wouldn't want that to happen again, him on the top of the list of course.

You thought he'd already learned his lesson after his friends didn't talk to him for a week due to that incident... well, he thought so too.

A call from one of his university friends was something you didn't expect in a late night. Drying your hair with a towel, you yawned before you answered the ringing phone.

"Ah. [Y/N]... can you help us out?" You can hear the repressed panic in the voice of the man over the phone. He was one of Omi's friends in the photography club.

"Uh. Sure. What's up?" A lot of possible reasons ran through your mind as to why he'd call you in an ungodly hour while he fumbled with words. But what he said next wasn't one of those you considered.

"It's Omi... I think... he had too much to drink."

The same friend led you to a small karaoke room where you found lots of empty bottles and cans all over. Plates of unfinished snacks covered most of the table. The mic lies silently on one of the long cushion seat while the t.v. displayed a repeating video of sceneries as colorful texts flashed over them saying "Insert Song".

In the middle of the other long seat, there's a familiar figure sitting motionless, had his head hanging in front of him as the tiny disco ball from the ceiling showers him with neon lights in the scarcely lit room.

A sigh escaped from your lips when you saw him alone, left by the friends who 'convinced' him to come along only to leave him to himself when they've met the consequences of their actions.

As much as you wanted to call them idiots for running with their tails between their legs after baiting out the wolf inside the actual sheep Omi could be, you couldn't entirely blame them.

No one could deal with Crazy Wolf Omi.

No one...

Except for you.

And that's exactly why one of them called you for rescue.

"Omi. It's time to go home," trying the amicable approach, you wished it'll be over just like that. But the way he scoffed after a glance at you when he lazily lifted his head... You instantly geared yourself for war.

"It's [Y/N], huh? You're here," he stated as if he knew a battle was coming. 

Well, he's damn right, you thought, because you're not about to be a prey... not tonight. You knew damn well that dealing with drunk Omi meant a lot of things. One of them is making sure you don't get overwhelmed by his rough attitude.

Another exasperated sigh came out of you before you sat beside him, hands clasped in front of you.

You saw a corner of his lips curved into a smirk when he realized you're not here to fool around, and somehow, this Omi was amused.

"Look. We don't have all night. Both you and I have stuff to do tomorrow. So, we better go home now," your voice came out in a business-like manner.

Whenever you talk to Omi, your tone is always endearing and full of love. What else would this caring man deserve? In order to fill the gaping hole of his insecurities, self-doubt, and guilt, you always made sure you’re able to relay how much you love him down to every part of his being.

But tonight, the man beside you is in his usual demeanor. So, you knew the situation required a different approach.

You weren't here to persuade him into coming with you. He caught the impression--the one you made sure was obvious-- that you're ready to drag him home if need be, but still you were willing to try and ask nicely.

That... that posed as a challenge for him, and this bold side of his was not about to back down easily.

"Oh, really?" In an instant, his handsome face was in front of yours, wearing a challenging smirk, after he guided your face closer to him with just his fingers on your jaw. "I think we have all the night."

You couldn't help but gulp. This view should already be something you're used to, but his fierce eyes boring into yours with tight brows over them made you feel... things. Not to mention, the scar on his jaw made his appeal more... heart-racing than you expected. The man in front of you was dangerously irresistible that you almost got lured into a kiss.

He's your boyfriend; there shouldn't be a problem with it, but the possible consequence this will bring had brought you to your senses. 

A punch in the gut made Omi double over, releasing you from his grip. 

"What the fuck?" He cursed with a deadly glare to your direction which you met with an unfazed one once you stood away from him.

"We will return to the dorms. Now." No more playing the nice guy, you thought. You turned to your heel to march away, hoping he'd get the message that you weren't asking nor suggesting this time.

But him catching your hand made you stop on your tracks. Just a look in his eyes, you already knew why he was once called “The Crazy Wolf”.

In those burning amber eyes, it was only you who was reflected.

You actually became worried you've provoked him further.

"There shouldn't be any problem, right? You're mine," he said in a low voice that sent a shiver down your spine just as his grip around your hand got tighter.

What he said is true, but there was something  bothering you that gave you courage to deny him.

As strong as he is, you've caught him off-guard when you shook your hand free. 

He thought he already intimidated you into submission like a sheep backed into a corner. But you're [Y/N]... you're no prey, even to the Crazy Wolf. Wasn't that what attracted him to you... your fiery wild heart that doesn't bow to anyone?

With a resolute voice, you told him, "You're right. I'm yours. But I don't want to do something with you that you're gonna regret afterwards because you thought you hurt me."

His eyes grew wide not only because of your words, but also because of the way there was pain in your eyes as they met his, foreseeing an expression you'll bear if you went with this, and he regrets everything once he's sober.

It pierced through him, and even with this intense personality... he still have the same heart that never wanted to see you with that pained expression.

You turned around once again to leave. You were ready to give him another jab in the gut after he took your hand again and pulled you to him... but you found yourself unable to fight back his embrace.

"Then, let me at least do this," his warm voice was still bearing a hint of his gangster persona as he held you like you're the most precious thing in the world. 

He grinned, amused and amazed about how you dealt with him with no fear.

The absence of his domineering attitude a minute ago made you blink in confusion twice.

Did he finally become sober?

"Thank you," his words were soft and gentle to your ear, making a warm pleasant feeling bloom in your chest.

You didn't know which side of Omi was speaking, but all you knew is that no matter how troublesome his drunken persona is... you knew it's still him, the man you fell hopelessly in love with.

The two of you stood there in the middle of the small space, disco lights glimmering with the silence of the bright karaoke machine. 

The setting was far from being romantic, yet you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming affection that made you hug him back. 

"Let's go home, Omi." This time, you said it like you were coaxing a child.

And in even in his drunken state he couldn't help but feel... 'Ah, I'm really no match for this woman.'

No other woman can beat you at what you do to him.

You weren't his prey. You were his calm... the breeze that chases away the madness of the wolf... the one strong presence in his life he'd never be willing to let go. 

When you thought he'd finally let go after you asked to go home, he didn't move an inch. Instead, you suddenly felt his heavy weight on you when he finally blacked out.

You struggled to support his large frame weighing over you as you reach for your phone to call Sakyo and the others for help.

Waiting for them to fetch you, you tried to bring your now asleep boyfriend back to the seat. It was no easy task, and you cursed yourself for not asking someone from the company to come with you.  You sat beside him and pulled his head gently to your shoulder.

His sleeping face looked so serene and gentle even under the multi-colored dancing lights. You giggled to yourself, finding it funny how it was a far cry from the expression he had a while ago.

A few minutes later, Sakyo and Banri arrived to witness the mess in the room whilst the two of you slept with your heads over the other. It was a sight that made the older man exasperatingly sigh and the younger one grin in amusement. Both were relieved they didn't come to a chaos, but the out-of-place image of two adults peacefully sleeping, leaning on each other, in a room where it's supposed to be booming with high energy was nothing they expected. 

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You yawned without a care as you ambled to the kitchen. There, you find Banri with a smirk as he shrugged and said, "You two were really getting it on when we arrived."

"We what??" The knife Omi had been using to cut the carrots fell to the chopping board. His eyes wide at Banri, shocked about the troupe leader's remark. 

Usually, he can easily ride this kind of conversation as he knows of Banri’s way of messing with other people. But the absence of his last night’s memories made him consider what the younger man is saying might have truth in it.

Unfortunately, Kazunari was also present, "Ooh. I didn't know you had it in you, Omimi. But then again, you were drunk. You said your old personality emerges when you're drunk, right?"

"Yeah. But I wasn't." All heads whipped to your direction at your sudden interruption.

Your boyfriend became even more flustered with your statement. A color of red appearing on his cheeks, his eyes grew even wider.

"Unlike someone, I knew what was happening, and I remember everything," you ambiguously said just to get back at him for what you went through last night.

He stood frozen by the kitchen counter, seemingly not breathing. Probably trying to recall scenes of last night...only to no avail.

"Oof. Omi.exe stopped working!" Exclaimed excitedly by the Summer troupe member.

This... this is the very reason you did not want something to happen when he's drunk. He'd be too flustered to deal with the aftermath. 

"So... something really happened, huh?" Banri was a bit surprised under the impression that he hit the nail right in the head. Though, he’d usually be really amused if that were the case, somehow, not this time. Probably because he only saw the two of you in your peaceful snoring last night.

He was met with your shrug as you approached Omi to make sure he was still breathing.

The curious pair had their brows raised as they tried to decipher what you just meant, not sure how to take it in if the 'something' they thought really did happen.

"Shouldn't you two be at the university by now?"

"Oh, shit," the two younger ones jumped and dashed away once they realized what the time was. 

You were relieved you didn't have to use the director's name to have their butt moving. Meanwhile, dealing with the man beside you was another story.

"I-- I... I didn't hurt you, did I?" You felt guilty as you were met with a heavily concerned expression. It wasn't worth keeping score if he's gonna be burdened with guilt.

You gave him a smile as you held his cheek, the side where his scar is, "No, you didn't. I was just trying to turn the tables on them."

He blinked at you with a bit of hope, "So... nothing really happened?"

"Well... something happened... but not what they were expecting."

"...?" He pulled that adorable expression he does when he's clueless, making you giggle.

"Don't worry. It's nothing to be concerned about."

"Then, can you tell me what went on?"

And to that, you grinned, "It's a secret between the Crazy Wolf and I.”

You left him in the kitchen with a wink as he stared at you in confusion and curiosity until you disappear from the room entirely.

"Why do I feel like I missed something big?" He whispered to no one as he unwillingly let it go and decided to ask the carrots on the cutting board instead.

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This was a self-indulgent one I had written when someone mentioned about a fun fact about Omi who has his gangster persona returned whenever he’s drunk.

I scoured A3! sources to confirm this and was able to read the backstage story about it. I wondered how he really was as Crazy Omi and if ever we’ll see it again when he’s drunk, so...

I have so much love for this man. He deserves all the love I can offer.

Hope you enjoyed~

[mankai-afterhours]

a helping hand - (IzuSakyo)

⚠️ very much smut ahead 18+ pls be aware this is just self indulgent filth wee woo wee woo ⚠️

Warnings: stripping clothes, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), tongue fucking (female receiving), and that's about it pretty straightforward it's just sakyo being a horny simp guys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Izumi chews her lip, hesitating only a moment before knocking on Sakyo's door.

"Come in." Sakyo's voice says, slightly muffled through the wood.

Izumi takes a deep breath. She's about to walk in there and possibly strip naked for a yakuza in order to settle a score and save their playwright's life. She tries not to think about it too much.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Izumi says jokingly, hoping to keep the mood light. Walking into Sakyo's room does feel a bit like being sent to the principal's office.

But Sakyo clearly isn't feeling it. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks angry, quiet. Simmering.

"So, uh..." Izumi clears her throat and shuts the door behind her. "Are we going with my plan?"

Sakyo says nothing. He just stares at her. Her eyes wander around his room awkwardly, and she wishes he would quit the tough guy act, especially considering what's about to happen.

"Look, Sakyo, if this is a bad idea, I can-"

"Tell me," Sakyo interrupts her, uncrossing his arms and letting them hang at his sides. He squints. "What do you see in Fushimi?"

Izumi groans in exasperation. "Oh, not this again, Sakyo! It was just a little fantasy, it has absolutely no bearing on real life." She rolls her eyes, embarrassed that they're even still having this conversation. "Omi's hands just happened to be what excited me that night, so it's-"

"I wonder what else excites you?" He asks, his voice a bit deeper than usual.

Izumi doesn't know what to make of this. She's starting to regret offering to do this in the first place, and it must show on her face, because Sakyo changes tacks.

"Look, are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asks, getting that look on his face that he has when triple checking whether Izumi has stayed under the budget.

She rolls her eyes. "If it'll prevent you from murdering my actors, then yes."

Her sass is ignored, and she can't help feeling like Sakyo's staring at her more than usual.

Being kept under his gaze like a specimen under a microscope sets her pulse up a few notches.

"So. Should I just...?" She starts to say, reaching for the buttons at her collar.

"No," Sakyo stops her, lifting his hand. "I... um, go sit down." He gestures towards his bed, and she hesitantly complies.

Once she's sitting, his hand covers his mouth, and she realizes he's analyzing her position. "Could you lay down?" He asks.

"What? Why?" She asks, suddenly feeling wary.

"I just want to recreate it as closely as possible. What Minagi saw," he replies.

Izumi feels herself flush. But she supposes that it's only fair, given the reason this is happening in the first place. Men can be so difficult sometimes.

She huffs another sigh and lays down with her head on Sakyo's pillow. It has a clean, musky scent, barely noticable, but still pleasant.

"Now can I take my clothes off?" She asks, with mock irritation.

Sakyo stares down at her from where he stands beside the bed, his expression unreadable.

"Could I do it?" His voice has a weird tone, almost gentle.

She laughs. "Yeah, sure. Very funny."

"I mean it, Izumi." His brows draw together. "Would you mind?"

She stares back at him, her heart skipping a beat at seeing him look so earnest. He's not joking, is he?

"I, um..." she looks away, trying to decide if she would mind. Does it matter whether she takes off her clothes or Sakyo takes them off for her? She'll be naked either way. "I guess not."

Sakyo's eyebrows lift ever so slightly. "Good."

He sits beside her on the bed, and at first he stays still, raking his eyes along her body. But before long, his hands start to move.

He traces them slowly up her arms, across her shoulders, his fingers coming together again at her collar to loosen the first few buttons.

Izumi doesn't know why her heart is pounding. It's not like this is the first time she's been undressed by someone. Maybe it's the duality of his gentle fingers and the searing gaze he's pinning her with.

"I wonder how Minagi felt..." Sakyo murmurs, so quietly, Izumi almost can't hear it. "Walking in to see you laying there."

His fingers glide lower and lower, soon he uncovers her chest, revealing her bra. She tries very hard to lay still, though his stare is making her feel naked already.

"Witnessing you in the throes of ecstacy... moaning, imagining strong hands-" At this, he slips his hands to either side of her waist and giving her a squeeze. "-pinning you down..."

She must be blushing now, she can feel it. "S-Sakyo..."

Sakyo removes his hands in an instant, as if they were never there, resuming his work on her buttons. "I would have liked to see it myself."

So he was jealous, after all. Staring up at him, Izumi can't imagine Sakyo having feelings at all, let alone for her.

But he did say his attraction was purely physical...

Soon enough, her buttons are done, and he parts her shirt like a curtain, drinking in the sight of her bare torso and bra.

She starts to fidget under his unwavering stare. "Sakyo. Do you want me to take it all the way off?"

He seems to take a moment to process what she said, but then he nods. She sits up a little and sheds the shirt, leaving her top half a bit chillier than before in only her bra.

"I can do this part, if you want." She says, hastily reaching behind herself to get the clasp, but Sakyo's fingers cover hers, brushing against her back and sending chills down her spine.

"Allow me." He leans forward a bit, and in a moment, he deftly flicks open the clasp with one hand.

Izumi tries to cover her shock and embarrassment as he slides the straps down her arms. "When did you learn to do that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," he replies, a smirk ghosting his lips.

Once her chest is bare, he fixes her body with that stare again, as if savoring the sight, and she feels herself start to get hot. But before she can remind him, his fingers are already working themselves on the fly of her jean shorts.

She lifts her hips while he pulls them down her legs and she carefully kicks them to the side, adding to her growing pile of clothes.

Sakyo then hooks his fingers on either side of her panties, and gives her another look, checking in again. "May I?"

For a yakuza, he's being unexpectedly respectful about this. She nods. "Go ahead."

He peels the thin fabric down her legs, and exhales upon seeing her cunt, completely exposed.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze unwavering as he takes in the sight before him.

Izumi can feel the heat pricking her cheeks and a spike of it goes straight to her core at the look he's giving her.

She doesn't want him to stop.

"You can, uh..." she tries to find her voice, but it comes out embarrassingly high. "You can keep going. If that'll help you feel less jealous."

She doesn't look at him, but she can feel that stare of his, boring straight through her like a laser.

"You want me to touch you?" He asks in disbelief, and she gives a halfhearted shrug, too shy to speak. "Izumi," He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger and coaxes her to look at him. "May I touch you?"

She nods.

Sakyo wastes not a moment before his hands cup each of her breasts, squeezing gently. He dips his head down to whisper in her ear, his breath fanning her cheek. "You're so beautiful... I'm unworthy of such a sight."

His voice is deeper than usual, gravelly, and it sends goosebumps down her arms.

"Sakyo," she whispers almost reprimandingly, skeptical of such flattery.

"It's true." His thumbs brush over her nipples, circling around the pert buds. "I am unworthy of even touching such a goddess..."

A goddess? Man, he's really laying it on thick. She shifts a bit, his hands and voice affecting her in ways she didn't know were possible.

"May I kiss you?" He asks in a breathless whisper. "Not on the lips, just... on your body."

The distinction has arousal shooting to her core. Is this how all yakuza express physical attraction?

"Sure, I guess so..." she mumbles, pressing her thighs together to prevent him from seeing how much she's okay with this.

His lips press first to her cheek, then down to her neck, sucking gently on her skin. She lets out a sigh while his hands roam from her breasts down overs her stomach to hold her hips.

"Izumi..." he whispers her name in a way she's never heard from anyone before. He dips a little lower and kisses along her collarbone almost reverently.

But then his hands brush her inner thigh and she can tell he felt the wetness gathering there. She looks anywhere else in the room as she feels him stop moving entirely.

He pulls back, taking his hands off of her, much to her disappointment.

"You're aroused by this?" He asks the obvious, and she lets out a small scoff.

"Anyone would be, with the way you're acting..." she says in her defence, but he seems to pay no mind to her sheepish reply.

Instead, a new proposition leaves his lips.

"Could I give you something to fantasize about for next time?"

Her head whips around to face him. "What?"

He adjusts his glasses. "If you let me help you out, I'll forget today ever happened. Minagi and Fushimi will be completely off the hook, and we'll never speak of this again."

She considers her options. She is pretty turned on at the moment, which makes it hard to think clearly, but if this is a one time thing... and he's been gentle so far... what's the harm in satisfying the burning ache between her thighs and Sakyo's burning temper at the same time?

"Sure, okay." She agrees, giving him a joking half-smile. "My body is yours."

Those words seem to spark something within Sakyo, and in moments, he's kneeling between her legs, parting her thighs to grant him access to her aching core.

"Beautiful..." he says again, and she doesn't even have time to blush before his face is buried between her thighs. He licks a stripe up her center that makes her back arch off the bed.

"S-Sakyo-!" She gasps, gripping the bedsheets in an effort to maintain her composure.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he replies, then begins to eat her out in earnest, his tongue and lips working beautifully together, causing a small gush of arousal to spill from her entrance.

He laps it up, bracing her legs steadily to keep her from squirming while he works relentlessly, deep throaty hums and moans escaping him while his tongue traces frenzied patterns against her swollen lips.

"Ah~! S-Sakyo..." she moans, unable to keep herself quiet as he sucks on her clit, licking up all of her juices.

She feels his finger circling around her entrance before carefully slipping inside, adding to her stimulation.

She's moaning too loudly, but she can't help it with the way his mouth is treating her. She grabs a spare pillow to press to her face, but Sakyo reaches up and bats it away. "I want to hear you." He insists before returning to her pussy, his lips and tongue writing sonnets on her clit.

She can't hold back as he adds a second finger inside her, pumping slowly in a stark contrast to his feverishly paced mouth.

She cards her fingers through his hair on instinct, tugging at him encouragingly, and he growls in response, working even harder to pull an orgasm from her.

He removes his fingers with an embarrassingly wet noise and replaces them with his tongue, easily reaching all the right places inside of her while his nose bumps hastily against her clit, sending a buzz through her with every brush.

She reaches down to help him out, circling two fingers around her clit while he fucks her with his tongue, and she feels herself throb desperately around him, her legs shaking.

"Sakyo, I... I'm close..." her voice wavers, her body arching, aching for release.

She wishes, fleetingly that he'd stick something else inside of her, but the thought is pushed aside by the building of her climax, and all too soon, her mind goes blank as she reaches her peak.

She cums on him with a drawn out cry of pleasure, feeling her walls pulse around his eagerly awaiting tongue.

Sakyo takes it all and sucks her dry, lapping up every last bit of her release with groans of his own. He doesn't let up until she finally comes down, and just when she starts to feel overstimulated, he pulls away with a parting kiss to her swollen lower lips.

"Well," Sakyo says, licking casually at his fingers. "We can consider the score settled."

Izumi huffs breathlessly, laying there seeing stars after such an intense orgasm, and is shocked at how easily he can switch to business, even with her arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

"Sure," she replies with a snort. "I'll just throw my clothes back on real quick, and be on my way, then."

Sakyo smirks. "Like it never even happened."

And that's pretty much how it goes. He carefully helps her to put her clothes back on, no trace of the desperate frenzy in his actions from only moments before.

"Give Minagi my regards," Sakyo says, seemingly back to his usual no-nonsense self.

Pretty soon, she's out his door, heading back to the lounge to help unwrap Tsuzuru, only slightly wobbly on her legs from what just happened.

If she didn't know better, she'd have thought it was all just a blissful dream.

[rubldus]

♡(ŐωŐ人) // i was obligated

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Fushimi x Yata (4/4)

Name: Fushimi Hana (伏見花)

Physical appearance: She has long, bright orange hair that she keeps pulled up in a ponytail, and sky blue eyes. She’s petite and wears reading glasses, and she can most always be seen wearing some shade of blue.

Personality: A very outgoing and easily excitable person (much like Misaki), Hana has a deep and very passionate love for what she cares about. From Saruhiko, she maintains an endless unquenchable curiosity. She’s protective of the ones she loves and strives to keep an air of happiness amongst her family and friends. 

That being said, she loves dearly her little family, all of them: but she’s daddy’s little princess. She loves her dad like nobody else, and he saves a soft spot just for her. Her big brothers are pretty up there too however, and she’s constantly being smothered by them. She’s very spoiled but is very careful not to take advantage of their tendency to spoil her, and doesn’t like using it to get what she wants. She’s her family’s god-sent little angel and if anything happened to ruin her innocence they might just kill a man. Not just her parents and brothers, but all of HOMRA and Scepter 4 too. They’re all very protective. 

She lacks patience for those she considers ‘bullies’ and is always the first one to jump on people who pick on others. Her admiration and adoration of ‘heroes’ create her views on certain things to be slightly warped. She doesn’t always understand things and looks at the world through rose colored lenses.

She’s a child prodigy and, if believable, is even smarter than Koji. She taught herself to read and was speaking in whole sentences before she was a year old, writing in full sentences by four, and reading war and peace by age five. 

The most prominent part of her personality, however, is her desperate longing to be part of Scepter 4. Her parents say NO to clan joining of any kind, but she thinks her dad is literally superman, and sees Scepter 4 as superheroes that protect and help people. She wants to be a part of that. It’s the one thing in the world she’s been told no to and won’t give up on or stop pursuing. In fact, it’s something she’s wanted from a very young age. She asked for a toy saber for the very first birthday she could comprehend doing so, and every one thereafter was a common theme- toy police stations, gymnastics, sword fighting lessons from Munakata, boxing with Kusanagi, blue clothes, etc. 

With continuous begging and pleading, Saruhiko eventually signed her up for fencing because he can’t say no to her, and her new favorite thing became training with him. He doesn’t go easy on her however, because he wants to deter her from wanting to join the blues. Even so, she was amazing at it right away (of course) considering whose daughter she is. She still hasn’t been able to beat her dad, but she’s managed to best Hidaka and Enemoto once or twice- which is pretty impressive considering they’re on the special squad. It’s hard for her dad to get irritated about it, because she gets so proud of herself and she always comes to tell him excitedly about what she’s learned and how many matches she’s won- always with the goal of getting to spar with him. But her dad is clever, and he makes getting to spar with him extremely challenging to try and prevent her getting to practice, and his rules are ‘only once she beats x person can she spar with him. And if she loses she’s gotta do it all again.’ She isn’t discouraged though- nothing can make her discouraged because she’s stubborn like her ‘mom’ and really wants to spar with her dad. 

Her parents tend to really beat themselves up because they screwed up so badly with the other kids. That’s why she’s their little angel. It’s not just because she’s their only girl, its because she’s a really good, sweet, kind hearted kid. Sure, they might’ve fucked up with the others, but then there’s Hana- who picked up only the good things, like her Misaki’s friendliness and excitability and high energy, and Saruhiko’s intelligence and sense of reading people and desire to watch over the people he cares about, and even his curiosity and desire to learn that Niki tried so hard to stomp out. She’s sweet to other people and good at socializing and she loves to help others. She’s their insurance that they have to be doing something right.

First love: Gojo Hibiki (五條響), eleven years old. The biological child of Mishakuji Yukari, left as an infant with one Sukuna Gojo who reluctantly kept and raised him. His father isn’t in the picture and his current whereabouts are unknown. He was named Hibiki- meaning ‘echo’- because that was how Sukuna felt about this child- just an echo of Yukari that he didn’t want, the fact only becoming more true as Hibiki grew older and proceeded to resemble his dad more and more. Hibiki sort of raised himself as a result, Sukuna making it a point to almost always be out of the house, put him in school/daycare/whatever until super late, and never really look directly at him. Therefore, Hibiki understood he wasn’t wanted from a very young age and now maintains that mindset as he moves through life, keeping almost completely to himself. He also goes to a not so great school with not so great kids, but it isn’t an issue for his guardian and frankly, for him either. 

He met Hana one day while walking home from school, when he saw a bunch of older kids ganging up on an old man. He was going to keep walking- but then this kid in blue came up behind him and started muttering about how ‘he had seen it too’, was ‘there to help’, etc. and ‘on three’ they would go. And then, before he could stop her, this tiny little girl with a bow in her hair bounded out and started smacking the boys with her bag. Stupefied for a moment, he told himself it wasn’t his problem..but then he saw one of the kids coming up behind her and, unable to stop himself, rushed forward and joined in. Eventually, the older kids left: but not before he and Hana were both beat up. He got up to leave but was shocked to see Hana laughing, and even more shocked when she grabbed his hand, smiled up at him, and introduced herself with a ‘good job’! The old man interrupted them, offering them some popsicles from his convenience store as payment, and Hibiki somehow managed to find himself sitting on the grass in one of the city’s parks- eating ice cream next to a strange girl whose eyes sparkled while she talked. 

She told him about herself, and her family, and how she wanted to join the blue clan. He sat quietly with her, and finally told her his own name. She replied with ‘that means echo, right?’ and his response was ‘because i’m only an echo of someone else.’ To which she looked at him, smiled, and declared all at once that the ‘ki’ in his name meant heart, so he must have had a big one, and she was going to call him that. He stared at her a moment before she asked him what he wanted to do with his life, using her popsicle stick to mimic sword fighting. Nonplussed, he told her he didn’t know quite WHAT he wanted to do. It was when she stood up and matter of factly stated that she was going to ask him ‘again tomorrow’ to see if he’d figured it out that he became interested in Fushimi Hana.

( Oh, and it should be mentioned that Saruhiko and Misaki are completely unaware of their friendship, but if they knew then there would be QUITE the issue. After all, both are quite #AntiHanaandAnybody and even more #AntiGreens and most of all #AntiSukunaandYukari )

Future: After a long while of some form of skinny love, the two ended up officially dating during their freshman year. Being the whiz she is, Hana kept burning through assignments levels above her grade with no issue, and was able to finish university by the time she was eighteen. Hibiki wasn’t stupid by any means, but he wasn’t the prodigy she was either. So he finished up school in the typical amount of time and opted out of higher education after high school. Instead, he and Hana- after lots of begging to her family on her part- eagerly joined Scepter 4 at nineteen as their simultaneously most enthusiastic and promising new recruits. Rare though it was for them to get field assignments, (Hana’s overprotective father worked in the same building, after all, and his prerogative was the utmost safety for his daughter. Anything beyond desk work and intel gathering through computers was intercepted as often as possible by him) once in awhile something slipped through and Hana and Ki approached it as partners and equals (Fushimi/Gojo, ready!) and made quite the reputation for themselves while doing so.

At twenty-three, after a close call involving a strain that left Hana partially blind in one eye and Ki lacking two fingers on one hand, relief and adrenaline brought forth a mutual decision for marriage and ‘the highest form of partnership, permanence!’ according to Hana. Her parents put up a huge fight in their disapproval, as did her brothers- but they were married all the same, a sweet outdoor winter ceremony in the snow, themed white and blue- which they and all their guests wore. All of their friends and family attended, and it was a beautifully simple event per the couple’s request. 

With twenty-seven came the unexpected arrival of their first and only child, a sweet little lilac haired boy called Yuki (ゆき), meaning ‘happiness’. 

[happythexceed]

Summary of K SEVEN STORIES Episode 1 「R：B ～BLAZE～」

Repost as I need ALL spoiler under the cut for edit later. The tumblr app isn’t helping exposing everything after I done a bit of text editing. Deleted the previous post. 

It’s finally here in cinema. The Idol K was shown as an appetizer and R:B ～BLAZE～ the main course after that.

Spoilers ahead. Pardon me for any errors. I tried to put in whatever I remembered.

The Idol K

Around 6 min. The scenes interchanged with normal (zoom in) and chibi (zoom out) forms of the characters throughout the mini episode.  

The setting was the same as K Project except that the characters are idols under Kokujouji Daikaku’s jurisdiction. The Silver Record was having a meeting about rice. Shiro decided to organise a charity event. Kuroh reminded him that they knew nothing about rice and agriculture and THEY ARE IDOLS. They are not suppose to deal with that. Shiro responded with “can’t they do that?” much to Kuroh’s dismay. Worse still, it was not kept among the Silver Record. Shiro wanted to involve the other entertainment companies much to Kuroh’s horror. Shiro would approach HOMRA Entertainment first and Kuroh warned him it would be very difficult to get them to agree to collaborate with them considering their passion. Neko claimed to be close with Anna (she would be easier to talk to). Kuroh highlighted that Anna and Totsuka Tatara were exception but it would be difficult to get the other HOMRA idols such as the one who just returned from America and that he is a walking furnace (hottest looking with his hair down) and an idol who was calculative (can’t remember the actual word used to describe Kusanagi).

But still since Shiro had decided, Kuroh would lend him a land and the scene ended with the three of them leaving for HOMRA.

Kiss kiss kiss was played as the ED.

R:B ～BLAZE～

Started off with a fighting between mafia and HOMRA.

Too much firepower. Bullets flying everywhere. Kamamoto must be an idiot to be running to the open and yelping over the bullets which missed him.

The Red King Suoh Mikoto melted it down. His Sword of Damocles appeared. It appeared to be in better condition obviously. He started to lose control and the sword started to crack like Shiro’s in S2. It was stopped when he heard someone called him, “King”. Totsuka made his appearance and Mikoto regained his sense.  

Discussion about the new Blue King who quickly rebuilt Scepter 4 and how impressive he is to be taking command at scene.

HOMRA has been expanding very fast since Scepter 4 disbanded. The newbies had been acting irresponsibly causing chaos under the name of HOMRA which was an issue. They will accept anyone who can pass Mikoto’s test.

The newbies had been causing troubles enough to gain Scepter 4 attention.

Kagustu Genji looks like this.

Habari Jin obviously will gain more fangirls. ^^

Mikoto had a dream of the previous Red King, Kagutsu Genji losing control and the former Blue King, Habari Jin trying to stop him and the scene of Damocles Down happened. Mikoto saw himself transforming into Berserker a monster and losing control before awakening in the room behind the bar. The HOMRA trio discussed about the newbies of HOMRA starting the fight with the mafia as someone wanted to deal with drugs. Mikoto started HOMRA as he wanted to oppose those who oppressed them.

Mikoto was frustrated as he was finding hard to suppress his power. He felt he was hopeless and want to go all out to have a blast and destroy himself.

He was in the park smoking when another person stood beside him for sometime (quietly) startling Mikoto.

Mikoto kept muttering he felt very hot.

Mikoto was feeling very hot (it was summer) and to see someone dressing in full uniform suit was unimaginable. He instantly realized he was the law abiding new Blue King, Munakata Reisi.

Mikoto was provoking him calling him newbie and he had come to greet him as a respect since he was a senior who became a King before him.

There was a short scene on the awakening of the new Blue King in a plane on fire with Awashima Seri onboard. They used to be ordinary civilians who didn’t know anything. Awashima has become his clansman since then and was helping him to train the new clansman to prepare for any clash with HOMRA. Munakata was wondering who he was and he only got it when he awakened as a King.

He came to Mikoto to ask for collaboration and Mikoto rejected as he didn’t want to follow anybody’s order. Mikoto wanted power to fight against those who oppressed them. Since when his power became a restriction.

Before Munakata left, he asked Mikoto his opinion about Kagutsu Genji. Mikoto merely replied he had not met him.

Mikoto and Munakata decided that they don’t see eye to eye with each other.

The slate kid had made an appearance.

Kusanagi leave Totsuka out to handle the newbie, Yamato Taichi (not Digimon) Yamata Daichi who just joined three months ago who was the source of the trouble.

Yata beaten a newbie up demanding for Yamata’s location. Fushimi was being sadistic. He threatened the newbie not to do anything and live like a corpse if not he would turn him into a corpse right there. Yata decided to take this on himself to find Yamata to teach him a lesson behind Kusanagi’s back. Fushimi agreed to be part of it. They did a knuckle bump.

They intended this movie to be a 2-part episode having the opening theme twice in the movie.

Next half of the movie started out with Yamata reminiscing on his past on his first encounter with HOMRA and Mikoto like Sarumi during their Middle School days. Think it was a reused scene of Mikoto and group walking in the street (Fushimi included).  

Mikoto spotted Totsuka in the street. Totsuka was looking for Yamata and Mikoto decided to stalk follow him.

Yata barged into a cafe (I think) where Yamata was and Scepter 4 arrived in the scene and Yamata escaped. Yamata didn’t understand why it turned out like that.

He was stopped by a butterfly flame and Totsuka appeared before him. He wanted to talk.

The newbies of HOMRA joined for the wrong reason. Mikoto reasoned this out with Yamata Daichi when he showed up behind Totsuka. Yamata was happy that Mikoto actually remembered him (how will you react if your idol remembers you?). A lot of trouble was caused under the name of HOMRA by this group of newbie. There was nothing wrong to bully people so he would not be bullied, to snatch people’s things so his would not be snatched but still, things he had taken from other would be taken from him one day for sure. Mikoto concluded that Yamata and the newbies joined HOMRA merely because of pride.

Mikoto wanted to disband HOMRA and Totsuka told him NO! His King who could not control his power need somewhere to dwell, somewhere to eat and sleep. Mikoto obviously couldn’t say no to him.

Scepter 4 arrived in the scene with Munakata Reisi. Munakara wanted Mikoto to hand Yamata custody over to ask some questions. Mikoto wouldn't budge in the name of he won’t follow anyone’s order. Mikoto decided to buy some time while Totsuka took Yamata and ran.

Munakata ordered Awashima to take the troop and run after Totsuka and Yamata while he would take Mikoto on.

Both Mikoto and Munakata underestimated each other’s ability or rather they were overconfident about themselves. It was a fight between two children granted with toys they shouldn’t have received.

Mikoto was thrown against a wall and he melted the wall down. Munakata insisted he would not unsheathe his sword and took him on. Mikoto stepped on Munakata’s sword which he used as a shield to block his kick declaring he would be on top. Munakata dodged and Mikoto was impressed by his movement.

Munakata noticed the damage their battle had caused and he “rationally” decided to retreat. He declared he would concede defeat to Mikoto leaving Yamata Daichi’s custody to him and thought he would like it. Mikoto was like “huh?”, “wtf?” and he got really pissed. They clashed again and Mikoto sent Munakata flying... Yes he went blasting off like a shooting star 😂😂😂. Awashima saw shooting star aka a man flying past up in the sky (it’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s her King. The whole cinema burst into laughter. Sorry, fans of Munakata) She came to Munakata who picked himself up leaving a dent on the wall of a building acting as though nothing happened when she asked him about the Red King. Munakata decided that he “would finish him off” with an straight face.

Yata and Fushimi had a run in with the alphabet boys of S4. They were saved from being arrested by Kusanagi as Totsuka called him. The alphabet boys retreated.

He made his way back to Mikoto by walking as though nothing happened to continue their battles. Mikoto wanted to make Munakata cry while Munakata wanted to make Mikoto grovel on the ground. This time they released both their Sword of Damocles and decided to go all out. Totsuka said he believed in his King. The fight went on until someone dropped a sword and stood on it to stop them. The man was Miwa Ichigen, the Colourless King. He was the mediator sent by Kokujouji Daikaku and he should have come to meet them earlier. Mikoto did not want to follow anybody’s order and expanded his sanctum but it was dispelled instantly by Ichigen and that gave him a shock. Munakata being a good boy put away his sword.

Mikoto and Munakata with their second-in-command had a family meeting with Kokujouji Daikaku and Miwa Ichigen. Kokujouji let them off this time. They were the chosen ones by the Slate and he would leave them to do what they wished as long as they abide to protocol 120 (he did not come up with that). Munakata asked him if they would be punished since they released their Sword of Damocles. Kokujouji suddenly clapped his hands and laughed to lighten up the mood much to Mikoto and Munakata’s surprise. (They did not expect the no-nonsense old man will make that kind of face a silly old man would make). They should make peace with each other.

Comment: When the two young kings met, it became a fight between two kids granted with powers they shouldn’t be receiving. Mikoto clashing on walls, Munataka blasting off into the sky *facepalm*. 

Mikoto’s facial expression can be more amusing.

Kokujouji clapped his hand laughing sheepishly like a certain younger Silver King to lighten the mood. Ok, Reisi is not getting any punishment from fighting with Mikoto today.

Ok they are all “OOC”.

I wish they could expand more on the incident with Kagutsu Genji. Perhaps we will get more insight about it in Episode 2 「SIDE-BLUE ～天狼の如く～」when it gets released.

[mistleto-3]

Awakening: Part 10

When another crisis looms, Mikoto has to learn to navigate a world of Kings as a regular man.

AU in which Mikoto and Tatara survived the Colourless King incident.

Pairing: Mikoto/Tatara

3,255 words. CW for canon-typical violence, mentions of depression and other mental health issues. CW especially for anxiety attacks/PTSD in this chapter.

Apologies for the delay in updating - I was busy with Mikototsu week, and then busy over Christmas, and then January deadline season was kicking my ass.

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AO3 | Ko-Fi

It hadn’t been long since Anna’s birthday, but it felt like all of a sudden, the lull after the opposition to Homra reforming had shattered, and it seemed there was some new commotion every few hours. Rumours were that the Blue clan had it worse, but the change of pace had still been somewhat jarring. At the moment, though, there was a brief period of calm, and the Red clansmen had gathered to chill out in the bar as they had done so often before Homra had dissolved. Being busy was kind of nice, though - things almost felt like they were getting back to how they’d been before Homra dissolved.

“Hey, Yata-san… Looks like Anna and Tatara fell asleep,” Rikio pointed out. The two of were curled up together on one of the couches in the bar, with Anna’s head resting on Tatara’s arm.

“Guys, don’t just stand there, put a blanket on the little lady,” Yō interjected, picking one up to drape it over the sleeping pair.

“Yeah, it is getting pretty chilly these days,” Masaomi agreed.

“Chitose… I heard you and Dewa had a scuffle with the Blues last night,” Misaki asked.

Yō rested his arm on his friend’s shoulder, clasping a cigarette between his lips as Masaomi pulled out a lighter to ignite it for him.

“Oh, that was just a run-in with the pretty Lieutenant,” Yō explained.

“I guess they wanted to save face. But they were on our turf so we couldn’t back down. In the end, Kusanagi-san stepped in to bring things under control,” Masaomi added.

“I see.”

“Eric and I also came close to clashing with the Blues,” Kosuke interjected from the other side of the room. “At least it didn’t blow up into something bigger.”

“Those Blues had been on constant alert lately and keep poking around,” Eric said.

“You guys too?!” Misaki cried, exasperated.

Meanwhile, Shouhei turned to Saburouta, leaning over him and resting his hand on his shoulder to peer at the screen of the laptop he appeared to be concentrating intently on. “Hey, San-chan, what’re you up to?”

“Hmm? I’ve been noticing a lot of activity on the net…” Before he could elaborate on what exactly he meant, something appeared to catch Saburouta’s attention, and his brow furrowed. “Hey, what’s this?!”

Shouhei leaned forward, staring at the screen as he made a noise of apparent shock.

“What is it, Shouhei?” Misaki asked.

Whatever it was, it seemed to have him deeply perturbed. “Take a look…” he said, and the rest of the clan gathered around the screen of the laptop, muttering. They fell silent at the sight of the video on the screen, though.

Pixelated text reading “Homra is over” unravelled across the screen, then vanished, replaced by a Homra insignia, once again in a pixelated style, as though it was from some retro games console. It was accompanied by almost eerily cheerful-sounding chiptune music. Over the top, brightly coloured writing reading “the end of Homra” rose from the bottom of the screen, and then the screen turned briefly black once more. Immediately after, a short, video-game style animation played, showing the sprite of Tatara on the roof of a building, being shot by another sprite who was clearly supposed to be the Colourless King. Misaki glanced back over his shoulder at Tatara, who was blessedly still asleep.

“The weakest clansman really was the weakest…” the text appeared across the top of the video, and then the image changed once more to a sprite of Mikoto wearing a crown, approached once more by the Colourless King’s sprite. There was a flash and the Colourless King vanished, and Mikoto’s sprite flickered and got smaller like a character in a game who’d lost a life. The crown was gone from atop his head.

More text reading: “…But the foolish King became even weaker!”

The screen went black again, and large blue lettering reading: “KING HAS FALLEN, HOMRA IS DEAD” appeared, followed by the text: “GAME OVER.” The video finished on that screen.

There was a moment of quiet after the clip ended as the clan collectively seethed, almost too angry to speak.

Rikio was the first to break the silence, pulling out his phone and dialling Izumo. “Someone should go tell Mikoto-san,” he said as the phone rang.

When Izumo picked up, Rikio put him on speaker. “Kusanagi-san, we came across something…”

“Was it the video?” Izumo cut in.

“How did you know?”

“It was just broadcast across the city.”

“It was what?!” Misaki cried.

“Yata-san, you’ll wake…” Rikio started chiding, but as he turned to face the pair napping on the couch, he saw Tatara was already sitting up, and Anna’s eyes were open.

“Why does everyone have such serious expressions?” Tatara asked, still drowsy.

“Come see…” Rikio said gravely, and the two of them got to their feet and headed over to the screen of the laptop that Rikio was gesturing at. Saburouta hit play once more.

“I’m on my way back now, get Bandou on trying to track where the signal is being broadcast from,” Izumo said.

“On it,” Saburouta replied, waiting for Anna and Tatara to finish watching the video.

“Don’t do anything until I get back; we need to work out how to respond to this.”

The video’s end screen flashed up on the monitor as the clip finished its second playthrough, and Tatara sighed lightly, as though it was nothing more than a minor annoyance. “It seems like they’re just trying to get under our skin, like they want to provoke us. I agree, we should figure out how to deal with this in a measured way, otherwise we’re just playing into their hands. Does Mikoto know?”

As if on cue, the door that led upstairs to the apartment above the bar opened, and Mikoto stepped through. “Know what?” His hair was somewhat fluffy, like it’d just been blow dried, and it hadn’t yet been styled.

“Have you seen the video?” Tatara asked.

“It came on the TV.” There was a tension in his posture that betrayed his irritation with the situation.

Misaki, who appeared to have been stewing in his anger, finally reached bursting point and blurted: “We can’t just let them walk all over us! People have tried to make us mad before, and we’ve shown them that it’s a mistake, because when we get mad it ends badly for them, not for us!”

“It could be a trap,” Rikio pointed out.

“Our actions are up to Anna,” Tatara said gently.

She nodded, having remained in pensive silence since the video ended. “They want to provoke us, and we shouldn’t do what they want. We’ll pay them back for their disrespect, but we should wait for Izumo and decide what to do. We shouldn’t play into their hands.”

“I have the location,” Saburouta cut in. “It was really easy to find.”

“Isn’t that a bad sign? Do you think they’re trying to lure us into a trap?” Kosuke asked.

“It could be,” Akagi replied.

At that moment, Izumo opened the door, looking slightly harried, obviously having rushed to get there. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve located the source of the feed, but it was suspiciously easy,” Tatara said.

“Depending on who it’s comin’ from, it’s either a trap or they’re just sloppy. My instinct’s the former,” Izumo said. “I doubt it’s from any o’ the smaller scale resistance we got when we first started reforming. They don’t have the resources for this kinda thing, and they’ve quietened down since we taught ‘em a lesson.”

“Who else could it be?” Eric asked.

“Jungle, maybe. Sceptre 4’s Lieutenant says they’ve been having issues with the Greens. If it’s them, it’s almost certainly a trap.”

“Well, it’s the only lead we have…” Tatara pointed out.

“Anna, what do you want to do?” Izumo asked.

“We can’t ignore the lead. We should send a scout ahead,” she said, looking at Misaki. “But the rest of us shouldn’t be far behind, so we have the manpower to fight if it is a trap. Show them we’re too strong to be messed with, and if they provoke us, it will only end up burning them.”

“I can do that,” Misaki replied enthusiastically.

Anna nodded her consent, and he rushed to grab his skateboard as Saburouta sent him the address, and then she glanced up at Mikoto, as though to ask if he approved of her actions. He gave her a small nod of endorsement, and the clan prepared to leave.

As they headed through the doors of the bar, Mikoto said quietly to Anna: “Ya don’t need my approval for everything. You’re your own King. Even if you do things differently, maybe that’s better.”

“Okay.”

“…You’re doin’ a good job,” he added.

Anna smiled faintly. “Thank you.” She paused, then added. “You aren’t weak.”

He lay his hand on her shoulder affectionately, and what could have been the ghost of a smile flickered over his lips.

When the clan arrived at the location, it seemed Saruhiko had also been sent ahead of Sceptre 4, and predictably, he and Misaki were already locked in a heated scuffle.

“Yata, that’s enough!” Izumo called as they entered the building, and at almost the same time, Seri’s voice rang from the opposite side of the foyer as Sceptre 4’s special forces squad arrived.

“Fushimi! Stand down!”

The two disengaged with discontented grumbles, and re-joined their respective clans. As they did so, Tatara noticed Mikoto looking around out of the corner of his eye.

“What?”

“We’ve been here before. While you were in hospital,” he explained.

“My my, you all seem quite upset, aren’t you, Homra?” Reisi said from the other side of the room, adjusting his glasses.

“Damn right!” Misaki shouted. “Mikoto-san and Totsuka-san were slandered. We’ll make ‘em pay!”

“Kusanagi Izumo, we want you to back down,” Seri said. “We will deal with the Green Clan.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant Awashima, but Yata’s right. Those idiots have to find out the hard way that messing with any of us means getting burned. And I mean literally,” he replied, pulling his lighter out of his pocket and toying with it between his fingers. “That’s the only way Homra will be satisfied.”

“If you put it that way, we’ve been taken for fools too,” Reisi reasoned. “This choice of place is no coincidence, don’t you think?”

Mikoto chuckled humourlessly.

Suddenly, Anna tensed. “They’re here!”

Reisi rested a hand on the hilt of his sword. “Don’t watch from behind the lines; show yourself.”

As he spoke dozens of figures stepped forward, looming from the balconies higher in the building – the upper floors were teeming with men in black and green masks, who seemed to outnumber Homra and Sceptre 4 put together 4 to 1. Most of them held PDAs in their hands.

“The bait was so obvious, and you took it!” an electronic-sounding voice called down to them.

The ambush began muttering excitedly amongst themselves, something about points, and the names of Red and Blue clansmen drifted down to them. The two clans in the foyer prickled with mistrust, anticipating a fight.

Another distorted voice broke through the mumbling with a gleeful shout: "So anyway, we have nothing against you guys, but it's all for the points! So die for us, will ya?"

The masked men were laughing, almost jubilant, as they pulled what looked like green parrot plushies from their pockets. It was eerie how eager they seemed to try to kill dozens of complete strangers, all for the sake of points on some phone game? The realisation of just how twisted Jungle's philosophy was settled uneasily over the two clans in the foyer as the Greens threw the parrot toys down onto them. As they hit the ground, they swelled as though they were about to burst, but before any harm could be done, the Blue aura swept outwards to envelop the members of both clans, knocking the toys away and forming a protective cocoon around the clansmen. Dozens of ear-splitting bangs echoed through the room as the toys exploded, seeming to shake the very air in the building, and clouds of thick, grey smoke obscured everything outside of the protective bubble of the Blue aura.

The smoke cleared with a rush of air, and the Greens looked down in shock to see the two groups of clansmen standing unharmed.

"What's going on?"

"Why aren't they dead?!"

"Such a vile and disgusting sedition," Reisi said gravely. "Our lock-up is not what you would call comfortable. I hope you're prepared."

"I can vouch for that," Mikoto added.

"You said Homra is dead? Don't you know? We have a new King. A strong King who rivals Mikoto," Izumo announced as Anna stepped forward, holding her head high.

"You disrespected and laughed at my family." As she spoke, her aura blazed around her, filling the room with crimson light. Her Sword of Damocles rose into the sky above the glass roof of the building, just as Mikoto's had all that time ago. "I won't forgive you."

The sight of her gave Tatara chills.

"Shall we begin then? For our cause is pure!" Reisi announced, and behind him, Seri cried out:

"Men, draw your swords!"

As each of the Blue clansmen raised their blades with a flourish and their aura sparked upwards from their feet, Izumo said: "Time for us too."

"Don't let those Blues get all the credit!" Misaki cried.

The rest of Homra didn't need telling twice. As the Red aura swirling around them burned hotter still, they raised their fists and stomped their feet against the tiles.

"No blood! No bone! No ash! No blood! No bone! No ash!" The chorus of shouts echoed preternaturally through the building.

Mikoto normally didn't take part in the chant as King, but Tatara noticed this time, he was joining in - he didn't stamp and punch the air like the others, but he murmured the words along with them. Something about the gesture was heartening.

"Do not let the Red clan outshine us!" Seri cried, directing her men forwards. The sound shook Tatara from his thoughts.

"Leave this to me!" Misaki shouted, running forwards to initiate the counterattack.

Meanwhile, the Greens had recovered from their initial shock and were preparing their plan B, pulling sub-machine guns from their backpacks and taking aim at the clans below.

Tatara had just enough time to freeze up at the sight of the weapons before the deafening chatter of gunfire began. After a second, he felt Mikoto’s arms wrap around him, pulling him in tightly against his chest, but the sensation was hazy, like Tatara had been out in the cold and his skin was beginning to go numb. He felt cold; the terror that the sound, so loud and so close, instilled in him was like ice water dumped over him, seeping into his veins. His legs crumpled beneath him, until Mikoto’s strength was all that was keeping him from slumping onto the floor. He was vaguely aware of an aura surrounding the two of them, but not whose or even what colour, and its presence brought him no comfort. The scar on his ribcage ached, and the fear was suffocating him, and he was hyperventilating and felt like he couldn’t breathe all at the same time. He was more afraid than he’d been that night on the rooftop when he thought he was dying, because then he’d been resigned to it, but now…

I don’t want to die I don’t want to leave them there’s so much I still want to do I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die

The panicked, half-coherent thoughts were almost drowned out by the gunfire.

Tatara only barely registered the fact that he was suddenly outside, evidently having been ushered out of the building by Mikoto. He was only alerted to the change of scenery by the way the wind made the tears on his cheeks feel cold.

“You’re safe. You’re safe,” he vaguely heard Mikoto reassuring him, but it didn’t quite register beneath the clatter of the bullets that Tatara barely even noticed subsiding as, one by one, the Greens abandoned their mission as a lost cause, spooked by the way the auras of the other clans rendered their weapons ineffective. It wasn’t until the echo of the shots ringing in his ears finally subsided completely that Tatara really understood what was being said to him.

“Breathe,” Mikoto said.

It took a while, but Tatara slowly forced his aching lungs to inhale and exhale in time with Mikoto.

“I’m… s-sorry…” was the first thing he managed to say.

“It’s okay.”

“I e-embarrassed… Anna…” Tatara’s voice hitched on his tears every other syllable. “They th-think Homra’s weak… I proved them r-right…”

“They’re running scared in there. They don’t think Homra’s weak.”

Tatara sniffled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. His hands trembled as he did so.

“Do you want me to stop carrying a gun?” Mikoto asked softly.

“I can’t ask you to…”

“Yes you can.”

Reluctantly, Tatara nodded.

“I f-feel… stupid…”

“It’s not your fault.” As Mikoto spoke, he rubbed Tatara’s arm comfortingly. Somehow, the tenderness of his voice and his touch was helping to soothe Tatara’s racing heartbeat now that the gunfire had ceased. There was something about the way someone normally so gruff and frightening as Mikoto handled him with such gentleness that was deeply comforting. Still, Tatara didn’t know if he quite believed what Mikoto said about him not embarrassing his clan. He was embarrassed with himself, at least – it was rare the rest of Homra ever saw him upset. He was so careful to keep up appearances as a cheerful and carefree person, but it seemed like he’d broken down in front of everyone more times in the last few weeks than he had in all the years since the clan formed put together. It was endlessly frustrating, and Tatara didn’t know why he was struggling so much to keep it all in.

After a moment, the door opened and Izumo emerged.

“Totsuka, you okay?” To Tatara’s relief, Izumo only sounded concerned – there was no disappointment or anger in his voice.

Tatara managed a shaky nod.

“How did it go?” Mikoto asked.

“They turned tail ‘n’ ran as soon as they realised their weapons didn’t work against auras, didn’t even get a chance to fight ‘em. They disappeared with their tails between their legs before we could even get up to the higher floors of the building. Couple o’ the clansmen are giving chase to see if we can catch any of ‘em and interrogate them, and I think the Blues managed to round up a handful.” As Izumo spoke, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Tatara. “No one blames you, ya know. I figure I’d’a reacted the same if I’d been through what you had.”

Tatara nodded slowly, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose. Somehow, hearing the confirmation come from someone other than Mikoto was more reassuring – after all, Mikoto was biased.

“Mikoto, there’s somethin’ else you should know,” Izumo continued.

“What?”

Izumo gestured upwards at the two Swords of Damocles circling above the building, and the debris slowly crumbling away from Reisi’s. Mikoto’s brow furrowed.

“I figure you should talk to him about that,” Izumo said.

Mikoto grunted in agreement, a troubled look on his face as he watched the dust float down from the cracks in the blue Sword.

[x0401x]

Gakuen K: Vorspiel

Raw version here. Please message me about any corrections.

Gakuen K ~Wonderful School Days~ Vorspiel –Prelude–

In the afternoon of the day before, a report had been sent in stating that “an unidentified Strain infiltrated the island”.

Super Ashinaka Academy was a consistent school that went from kindergarten to university. The community where said academy situated in was that very island. The details of every Strain born there and enrolled in the academy were registered into a database the moment their abilities were confirmed.

No exceptions. All of them. Without a doubt.

Even so, that one was not there. Meaning that Strain was not born on the island. However, a Strain being born anywhere else was something unheard of until that moment.

“Fushimi-kun. What do you think?”

The special club, Blue Club – also named “Scepter 4” –, had an old French Renaissance-style construction at its disposal as a relocated club building. In one of its rooms, the club president, Munakata Reishi, smiled as the orange sunlight coming from the window hit his back.

Fushimi Saruhiko inhaled, then immediately shook his head. “I have no interest in this.”

“Oya. Wasn’t it Fushimi-kun who reported, ‘it was stated that a transfer student was coming tomorrow, so maybe the unidentified Strain is this transfer student’?”

“That was because the people getting worked up and making a fuss over just an unidentified Strain were being too noisy.”

“Doesn’t that pique your curiosity? A Strain born somewhere else – a unique existence.”

“Not really. It has nothing to do with me.” Fushimi answered, without so much as moving one eyebrow.

“Even though it might become a threat that will disturb the academy’s order?”

“If that time comes, we can move on by eliminating it.” He spoke plainly, as if he seriously thought so, and Munakata narrowed his eyes at him as though finding it amusing. “I’m done with my work, so I take my leave.”

“Good job. See you... tomorrow.”

“Hey, Fushimi.”

As Fushimi had suddenly recalled a commitment and had come back to the school’s main building, his face distorted at a voice echoing from behind him. He clicked his tongue while turning around, and the one standing there with a grin was Totsuka Tatara. He was a second-year member of the Red Club.

“Are you doing well?”

“I’m normal.”

“How’s the club? Is it going fine?”

“We’re doing what we have to.”

“Kusanagi-san was worried about whether you’ve been eating properly.”

Did he still intend to play “family”?

“Is that so?” Fushimi muttered quietly, somehow managing to suppress what he had really wanted to say. “If you have no business with me, I’ll be going now!”

“Yata, too, was worried.”

Those were instantaneous words that seemed to say “turn to face me already”.

Clicking his tongue, Fushimi scowled directly at Totsuka. “So annoying. Don’t say pointless stuff as if you care.”

“Right. Sorry. It was unnecessary.” Totsuka smiled gently. “But, y’know, I think I shouldn’t judge people just because they’re from the Blue or Red club. That goes for quarreling too. Because, whether we are part of the Blue Club or the Red Club, you are you, and I am me.”

“Aren’t you the only one who thinks that way?”

“That may be. Still, one day...” As if riding on something, Totsuka narrowed his eyes while staring at the already growingly dim scenery out the window. “One day... I think... that perhaps someone who will break that ‘border’ will show up...”

“Whatever you believe in has nothing to do with me.” After coldly saying so, Fushimi quickly turned on his heels.

He did not know what Totsuka was pursuing, nor did he want to.

Rosy petals danced amidst the mild darkness. The road of cherry blossom trees was already no longer popular.

As Fushimi returned to the dormitory in a hurry, he suddenly noticed the silhouette of a person ahead and stopped. Her soft-looking hair swayed in the wind. Was she crying? Her slender fingers roughly rubbed her eyes. Her lips were tightly shut. Her profile was familiar.

Is that... the transfer student?

That was it. The transfer student in the photo within the information that he had peeked on the night before had that face.

She stood close to a tree, staring at the pink flowers. However, she had a gloomy look on, and did not seem to be appreciating their beauty. Her expression was also rigid and filled with unease. Was she cold? The person clad in a blue brand-new uniform appeared to be trembling pointedly.

A “threat”? That?

It was almost as if he could not see her that way. Rather, even now, she looked erratic, as if she was about to break, and fickle. Yes! To the point of making one unintentionally want to protect her.

As she started whipping her tears again, Fushimi silently clicked his tongue and leaned his body against the dark side of the tree. I see. She has her own circumstances, huh?

If she was really a Strain, he felt that he understood the reason behind her tears and her excessive restlessness. It was because she was “different” even upon coming to that academy island.

From the very beginning, he did not have any intention of investigating her. It had nothing to do with him, he exhaled, observing the indigo sky. He had merely thought it would have been tasteless to just ignore her and pass by. He had simply decided to wait until she felt better and her desire to cry was gone.

“It has... nothing to do with me...” As Fushimi whispered lowly, he inclined forward from the tree and closed his eyes.

Right. Even though... I had thought that—

Yata’s fist – his flames – overturned the knifes that Fushimi had thrown. For an instant, a scream rose. The transfer student, who had turned around, had her eyes wide-open, and at the same time, her slim arms were pulling along the person that was with her.

He had been in a world of who knows how many seconds of slight comma. Yet, Fushimi had definitely been shuddering. And then, he reached his hand out. That might have been the first time he had ever prayed to God—

A pure white light took over the courtyard.

[hit-and-write-blog]

Don’t Curse - (K Project Imagine)

Mr. Suoh laid his head down after handing us some of Ms. Awashima’s notes. I rolled my eyes when I realized he had passed out as soon as his eyes had closed. My body turned in my seat as I glanced over to the boy who was smarter than most of the other students in the room.

“Hey, Saruhiko?” I asked. He peeked to the side, and I took that as I could speak to him. “Well, I was wondering if you could help me on problem three,” my eyes shined with hope.

“Look at your notes,” he dismissed me. I sighed and tried to ask the male next to me. His face was already red because he knew this is how it usually went.

“Misaki, I could really use some help,” I watched him. He hadn’t started his own work, and he acted like he couldn’t hear my pleads of help. My body slumped in my seat and Saruhiko slid his sheet over to me. “Really?” I clasped my hands around his clothed arm. He slowly brushed my ice hands off and nodded his head. “Thank you,” I smiled. I began to scribble the answers down, and I felt a poke on my arm. “What?” I questioned without glancing up.

“I was wondering if you’d like to do a little science experiment together after school. Turn the lights off and see what happens when our bodies--” I cut Chitose off.

“You’re literally disgusting. Where do you come up with stuff like this and why do you have to tell me about it? So gross,” I shivered. It wasn’t a good shiver either. Chitose turned back around and I finished copying down the answers. “Thanks,” my hand slid the sheet back over to Fushimi. He merely nodded and tucked it into his folders. “Hey, Misaki. Here are the answers. I got them from Fushimi. If they’re wrong, it’s not my fault,” I let him use my paper.

“Really?” Fushimi asked. I sheepishly nodded and chuckled at the situation.

“I need to stretch my legs. I’m all cramped up,” Shohei whined from the front of the room. Bando rolled his eyes and a random elder woman poked her head in the classroom.

“Bando, no glasses indoors. How many times do we have to go over this?”

“How many times are you going to prove you don’t have anything better to do except telling me what to do?” Bando countered back. The lady was astonished and Bando stared at her with an emotionless face. She glanced at Mr. Suoh and gave him a weird look.

“Mr. Suoh?” She called. He had his eyes closed, and she gave him a disapproving look. “I don’t know why they hired him. He’s not teaching the material.”

“Maybe because they needed a teacher without a stick up their ass,” a male said from the center of the room. “Can you just leave? This isn’t even your classroom.”

“Don’t talk to me like that! Principal’s office!” She shouted. Chitose leaned back and smirked at the situation.

“Make him,” he joined in on the argument. Her face twisted in anger and Fushimi sighed.

“Lady, get lost. No one wants you here. Why do you think your husband is happy when you go to work? Because he gets some time away from you. Now, how about you show us the same hospitality and walk out the door,” Eric sighed. I heard Chitose whistle and everyone hooted at his comment.

“Solt! Principal’s office!” Her finger pointed at him.

“Ooh, not the principal’s office. What’s the worst that could happen? He gets suspended? You’d be helping anyone doing that. No one wants to be in this hell hole,” I spoke. She sent me a surprised look and Chitose gave me a high-five.

“(Y/N)! Don’t curse!”

“Hell,” Bando smirked.

“Bitch,” Chitose leaned on his elbows.

“Shit,” Shohei joined in the conversation. Bando laughed at his friend.

“I can’t handle this anymore!” She stormed out of the room. We all snickered at everyone’s comments and suddenly someone was walking down the hallway. Our mouths zipped shut as Mr. Munakata stepped inside the room.

“Do we have a problem in here?” His voice was stern. We innocently shook our heads and stared to the snitch. “Who needs to leave the room?” He sounded bored now.

“Bando, Chitose, Shohei, Eric, and (Y/N),” she smirked.

“You heard her. Principal’s office. Now,” he pointed toward the head master’s room. We all groaned as we grabbed our things and stood. “Don’t act aggravated. You did it to yourselves.”

“Have a good day,” I smiled at her. The boys started laughing at me as I walked with them.

“She’s so dumb.”

[words-are-like-colors]

Title: Tattooed To Misaki {4} “Why Should I Apologize? I Didn’t Really Mean to do Anything Wrong”

Originally Posted On: August 5, 2016

Word count: 

Rating: M

Relationship: M/M

Parts: 4/11

Tags: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki, Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Mikoto Suoh, Tatara Totsuka, Tenkei Iwafune, Nagare Hisui, Tattoo, Saruhiko is a tattoo artist, AU, Misaki is part of Homra gang, Jungle, Fluff, Cathedral, Slowish Build

Summary for Chapter 4: Stuff goes down in this chapter. Sorry in advance for people who love Misaki’s happiness. [if you haven't realized, I'm not good at writing summaries.] This chapter is mostly in Saruhiko’s POV. Enjoy.

Notes: At the end due to spoilers. 

Fushimi didn't even turn around, knowing exactly who was at the door—it was the three regulars who were constantly demanding that he give them free stuff. The men always seemed to think that it was easy to pick on Fushimi, just like Hikawa did.

“Fushimi. We're back.”

“Go away.” He finished the transfer for the money and glanced at the men. “I've already told you no. Can't you just stop?”

Misaki had stopped spinning. “Oi! Who are you guys?” He jumped out of the chair, ready for a fight.

The men were impressively tall, taller than Fushimi. The one in the middle stepped forward, tilting his head. “Oh? You don't know us, punk?” He towered over Misaki, putting him in an impressive shadow, but the shorter man didn't even flinch.

Fushimi put his hand under his coat, his fingers closing around a few knives. “Get out! Now! I have no business for you.”

The other two faced the artist and smirked. “That doesn't mean we don’t have business for you.” Both men surged forward. Fushimi swiped his hand up out of his coat. Light glinted off of the three blades as they glided into the air and right into the left man’s arm. Fushimi was reaching to grab another knife when a hand closed around his throat. Shit. He desperately tried to pull the blade out before his hand was roughly grabbed and pinned next to his head. Fuck. His other hand was busy grasping at the hand around his neck, his nails digging into the flesh.

This was his nightmare. His nightmare were always the same thing.

One day, little 13 year old Fushimi had gotten pissed off at the world. He hadn’t known what he was doing, but he had destroyed some of his father’s most prized possessions. He had instantly regretted his actions and hid, but Niki had found out quickly. That was the angriest he has ever seen his father. Niki had always worn a smirk and acted quite cruelly, but he had never looked so livid—or beaten his son. When he found out, he had screamed himself hoarse at Fushimi and pinned him to the wall, rendering him useless while he ranted about how he was “worthless” and “just a monkey that always gets in the way.” The whole time he had been holding onto Fushimi’s throat, his grip getting tighter and tighter, not letting him take a single breath….

“Saruhiko!” A scream snapped him out of his daze. Luckily, the man holding his throat had also turned around to find the source of the noise. Fushimi took his chance and kicked his leg up. He hit the man right in the hip, knocking him off balance. The artist ripped the hand off of his neck and took a breath of air.

A red flame appeared behind the man, making him only a silhouette. Misaki lifted up his skateboard and hit the guy in the side of the head with a loud crack. The guy fell like a rock, revealing a fuming Misaki. His aura was on full force, lighting up the whole room. Misaki swore and kicked the guy in the head, as if to make sure he was knocked out.

Fushimi slowly sank to the floor. He didn't know why, but he was trembling. His heart beat wildly as if it was bursting out of his chest. Fuck.

Misaki killed his aura and dropped down next to Fushimi. “Hey? You okay? You’re shaking really badly.”

“No shit,” he spat, his eyes now wandering around the room, taking in the damage. The three guys laid unconscious on the ground. Eric was pulling out the knives from one of them. The whole place was now a mess.

“Yeah….” Misaki turned to look at Eric too. “Eric? Can you bring the guys outside? The floors are hardwood and they’ll be stained.”

“Alright. I can do that.” Eric started to drag them out.

Misaki turned his attention back to Fushimi. “Are you okay?” he asked again. “Did he hurt you?” He reached up and gently pulled down Fushimi’s collar a little to see if he was injured.

The artist slapped his hand away. “I'm fine.” He shakily stood up and walked over to the bloody knives.

“No. You're not. Come home with me,” Misaki said stubbornly. “Obviously, the guy holding you against the wall isn’t the whole problem. I don't think you should go home alone to—”

“I'm not a child Misaki. I don't need your coddling.” Fushimi rounded on him. “Got it?”

“I know you're not a child.”

“Then don't treat me like one. I can defend myself.”

“No you can't.”

Fushimi gripped his knives tightly in his hand. “Shut the fuck up. I can.” Knowing better than to keep holding them and accidentally hurt Misaki, he put them away.

“He could have crushed your throat and killed you just now. How about that? How do you think I'd feel if you died?” Misaki pointed to his chest.

Fushimi raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? You’d really care if I died? Why do you even care? Or a better question—why do you even like me?”

“No reason.” Misaki shrugged.

Fushimi took a step forward. “Liar.”

“I'm not a—”

“You're a liar. It's quite obvious that you like me. Do you really think that I'll like you back? You probably thought a lonely tattoo artist would be a perfect boyfriend. Well, you're wrong. Do you even think about what I might be feeling? Hell, do you even realize how annoying you are, bouncing off the walls at the mere whisper of my name? Do you think I want a boyfriend like that?” Fushimi let out a growl, now unable to stop whatever shit was coming of out of his mouth. “Do you really think that I liked that phone call last night? ‘I like the sound of you breathing.’ Yeah. I don’t want a boyfriend that thinks creepy stuff like that. You probably listened to your dad breathe and thought the same thing.”

Misaki’s eyes went wide. “FUCK YOU,” Misaki screamed, his aura flaming up again. “YOU KNOW NOTHING.” The normally cute, smiling face of Misaki was suddenly full of rage.

For some odd reason this made Fushimi smirk with glee, adrenaline back in his blood. “Oh? Try me.”

Misaki whipped his hand, creating a line of flame that lashed out at Fushimi. He ducked and threw a knife at him; it flew through the air, breaking the line of flame. Misaki kicked the knife into the air and caught it.

Fushimi’s heart was beating fast and hard. He was reaching for more knives when someone jumped between them. “Yata, stop. Fushimi, you stop as well.”

“Tch.” Fushimi didn't put his knives away but watched as Misaki’s aura died down.

“I'm leaving.” Misaki roughly pushed past Eric and walked out of the door, grabbing his skateboard off of the ground. Eric shot Fushimi a glare before following. They left the artist standing alone in the middle of the messed up shop.

Fushimi started to shake violently. What had just happened finally started sinking in as the adrenaline and excitement wore off. He had messed up. He had hurt Misaki. All of the memories that had resurfaced during the fight had shaken him up so badly that he had just snapped. All of it was a lie… just a lie meant to push Misaki away. He had hurt him so badly, and it was only to get him to leave Fushimi alone. And then to fight him, after saying all those awful things. He really looked like an asshole now--an asshole who doesn't give a single shit about anything or anyone.

“Shit,” Fushimi said aloud. “Shit,” he muttered again, collapsing to the ground. His chest heaved and he looked around. For the first time in his life he didn't know what to do. He reached for his PDA laying on the ground next to him and opened it up. He at least had to tell someone what had happened to the three men outside and get them taken care of.

He clicked on the JUNGLE app and it opened up. There was only one person he had contact with other than Misaki. It was Mikoto. He quickly sent a message.

King. Come to [address]. Don't let Misaki know.

He shoved the PDA into his pocket and sat there for a moment, catching his breath before standing up and heading over to a mirror to see if he really was hurt. He squinted at his reflection. No injury, that was good. A bruise was already starting to form on his neck, but it didn't look too serious.

Fushimi went to go clean up when he did a double take at the mirror. A familiar face was staring back at him. His father was staring back at him, his hair styled the same way as Fushimi’s. Niki smirked and fear tingled down Fushimi’s spine. “Fuck you,” he growled at the mirror, before he heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around to see Mikoto standing at the doorway, lazily smoking a cigarette.

“What you need?” Mikoto glanced around, someone else appearing behind him.

“What's up King?” A skinny boy stood next to him. His tan hair and earring glinted in the glare of the store lights.

Fushimi looked at both of them. He didn't really know what to say, so he just told them about the three men who had beat him up, leaving out the part about Misaki getting pissed.

Mikoto raised an eyebrow. “Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“Someone got upset after the fight.” Mikoto leaned against the wall. “I can tell.”

Fushimi sat down in the discarded rolling chair. “Misaki and I got into a fight. It's nothing.”

The kid was looking around and picking stuff up as the other two talked. He perked up when he heard about the fight. “You guys got into a fight? What was it about?” The artist clamped his mouth shut. Nobody needed to know about what he had said and done. The kid seemed to understand, so he nodded. “You can tell us later. Everything will be alright.”

Mikoto had stepped outside.

Fushimi didn't know why he was sitting on the couch at Homra bar. Everything about last night was a mess. The fight, Mikoto coming over. He remembered that the kid—Tatara Totsuka was his name—had dragged him here, saying that he should rest up.

Totsuka had pushed him into the spare bedroom upstairs and told him to try to sleep. He assured Fushimi that he and Mikoto would clean up what had happened, and Fushimi had actually gotten sleep for once. He had woken up remembering a dream, (one he’d rather not talk about to preserve the little bit of pride that he had left) but it had been all about Misaki’s smiles and the smell and taste of his food.

So now Fushimi sat on the couch downstairs, the blanket he had dragged down wrapped about him, waiting for the two gang members to wake up.

“Fushimi? You down here?” The light voice of Totsuka sounded as he walked down the stairs. He hopped down the last two steps before walking into the bar area. “Oh. You're here.” Fushimi shrugged a little. The man smiled, seeming to not mind that the artist was seeing him in just his boxers and a four-sizes-too-big T-shirt. He turned and called up the stairs, “King, found him.”

A rough grunt came from above, making Totsuka laugh softly. “So…. Fushimi.”

“What?” He looked at him. Early rays of sunlight shone through the window, sending streaks across the ground and over Totsuka’s face.

“Do you want to talk about what happened last night?” He sat down next to him, pulling his knees up to his chest before slipped his T-shirt over his skinny legs to keep himself warm.

Fushimi frowned and pulled the blanket around him more. He didn't answer at first, then said quietly, “I got pissed off at him because I didn't want him taking care of me. I was fine the way I was.” The artist didn't look at the gang member, but being near him gave Fushimi an odd calming feeling so he kept talking. “I said some mean things to him. Asking why he even likes me and if he really thought that he could.”

Totsuka nodded. “By the looks of your shop and what you told us, I don't think it's your fault that you got mad at him. You were pretty shaken up. It's not like you could really think straight at the time.” He continued, “Is anything else bothering you?”

Fushimi glanced at him; Totsuka was looking at him like he could tell that something was wrong. This gang is messed up, he thought, considering the fact that 1- there was a little girl with them, 2- their leader was named King, 3- everyone seemed to be able to tell that Fushimi was hiding stuff from them, and 4- one of their members was much too cute (he blushed inwardly at the thought) and happy to be in a gang. It would be surprising if they had never been told they were weird. Once again he tried to hold back, but let what he was thinking spill. “I hate how I look. I also hate Niki.”

“How so?”

“I look like my father, Niki.”

“Oh….” Totsuka went quiet for a moment and said, “I don't know how to help you with that, but I think you should apologize to Yata.”

“Why should I apologize? I didn't really mean to do anything wrong,” Fushimi countered.

Totsuka sighed and sat back, letting his legs out of the shirt so that his feet landed on the floor. “I mean, you don't have to directly apologize to him. Maybe do something for him, or take him out for lunch or something. Just do something that he’ll like and he might forgive you. Some kind of an apology might work, even if it's only an ‘I'm sorry’. Yata isn't the kind of person who would stay mad unless you had hurt him really badly. From what you said, he’ll forgive you.” Fushimi looked at him doubtfully, so he added. “Everything will be alright. You guys’ll work things out.”

“Yeah….” Fushimi looked up to see Mikoto coming down the stairs. He was carrying a pair of pants and he tossed them in Totsuka’s lap when he passed them to get into the kitchen.  

Fushimi stood up. “I'm going to get going now.” He flew up the stairs before Totsuka could tell him to stay. He pulled on his knife harness and coat before heading back down, and was going to walk out the door when a hand clapped down on his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” the deep voice of Mikoto sounded over his shoulder.

Though the artist’s senses were telling him to run as far away from Mikoto as possible he stayed put, masking his fear and unease with a straight face. “To my apartment—”

Mikoto cut him off. “Totsuka, we’re taking Fushimi home.”

“—alone,” he mumbled as Totsuka bounded over, sliding his jacket on so that he looked halfway decent.

During the walk back to his apartment, Fushimi asked a question that had been bothering him since yesterday. “Mikoto?”

“Hm?”

“You messaged me on JUNGLE. Why?” Fushimi looked at him.

The stronger man shrugged. “Why not?”

Fushimi stopped walking, causing Totsuka to bump into him. “Could you at least answer this, the both of you? Why does everyone at Homra want Misaki to be with me?”

Mikoto took out a cigarette and lit it. “It's obvious.”

Totsuka smiled. “Yeah. It is kind of obvious. He likes you—shouldn't that be enough? If he wants this then we are going to encourage it. It's not like it's a bad thing. He's happy. And…” Totsuka’s smile fell a little bit. “He's been a little off lately. Yata hasn't been himself. Probably since… ” he paused, then continued, “... since I almost died.”

Fushimi looked at him, confused. He looked rather healthy, so he couldn't possibly of nearly died from illness unless it was something genetic. Mikoto spotted his confused look and clarified. “The Mari Shootings. You might of heard about it.”

Fushimi did remember it. Last year, a girl named Mari Isana had gone on a shooting spree, killing dozens of people. When the police found her, she had killed herself after proclaiming that she was the “Colorless King”. Afterwards, there was a video sent out that had spammed every PDA and TV in the city. The video was of the girl shooting a man who had just been trying to look at the stars. Later that night, a report went out talking about Mari. Apparently she was a mental patient who had been in the hospital her whole life due to some kind of illness.

“... You were the one in the video.” The artist connected the dots. “And she is Yashiro Isana’s sister.”

Totsuka shrugged a little. “Yeah. I was the one in the video. Thankfully, I lived but… it really hurt some people. Yata was the first one to get to me. I think it broke him a little.”

“But something good came out of it.” Mikoto exhaled some smoke and grabbed Totsuka’s hand with his free one. On both of their hands there were matching rings that shone in the sunlight.

“This didn’t come out of that. It was going to happen anyways.” Totsuka rolled his eyes and took his hand back. He glanced at Fushimi. “Engagement rings.”

Fushimi looked at the both of them. Mikoto’s cheeks reddened a little; he grabbed his fiancé’s hand and started to walk again. “Fushimi needs to get home.” He was clearly embarrassed but trying not to show it.

The evening light shown down on the skater and his friend. A light breeze skimmed over the air, making Yata’s hair move slightly in its wake.

Yata angrily sipped his juice box, crushing the box a little in his hand. He had been in a pissed-off mood ever since last night.

“Yata. Could you calm down a little?” Kamamoto sighed. “What's bothering you? You've been like this all day.”

“Nothing.” Yata let out a huff and tossed the empty box into the trash can. “I'm fine.” He dropped his skateboard and hopped on it.

The fatty frowned. “Oh, come on.”

“I'm perfectly fine,” he said again, kicking off the ground a few times to get into a walking pace.

Kamamoto walked next to him. “Why don't we see that friend of yours?”

“He's not my friend.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We got into a fight, okay? I'm fine, so stop asking. I don't want to see him anymore.” Yata kicked off the ground again, putting space between him and Kamamoto.

Kamamoto frowned, but kept following him. “Well…. you like video games, so do you want to go to your place and play some? Would that help?”

The skater thought for a moment but shook his head no. “I need to find a new job.”

After some silence, Kamamoto said, “There's a coffee shop that just opened. It's an Internet café so it's always open and probably looking for some jobs.”

“Take me there.”

Kamamoto lead Yata to the café. “You want me to leave?”

“If you want.” Yata picked up his skateboard and headed inside. He glanced around. The place was mostly quiet and didn't look half bad. The front of the café looked like a regular coffee shop, but instead of talking amongst themselves, most of the people were minding their own business on newspapers and laptops. The back room had a few rows of computers. “This isn't bad,” muttered Yata as he headed to the front counter.

A man stood behind the counter, scowling at the coffee machine. Yata watched him for a second before saying a soft “excuse me.” The man noticed that he was at the counter and walked over. “Hello. What can I get you?”

“I was just wondering if you guys had any jobs open.”

The man grinned. “Yeah. I have some papers—” he bent down and grabbed some from under the counter— “right here. Just sign and you’ll be ready.”

Yata looked at him in surprise. “You don't need background checks or anything?”

“There are only a few people working here so every person helps. You want a background check?” He leaned on the counter.

“No, sir.” Yata grabbed a pen and, sitting down at one of the desks, started to fill out the paperwork.

Halfway through, his PDAWatch buzzed. “What do you want?” he asked under his breath, and glanced at the name. Saruhiko. “Nope.” He swiped away the text without even reading it and went back to the paperwork.

His PDAWatch buzzed again. Another text from Saruhiko popped up. Yata glared at the watch for a moment before looking at the messages.

Meet me at Homra at 11:00am.

Or I'll get you myself.

Yata ignored the texts.

Yata didn't go to the bar the next day. He didn't want to see Saruhiko, yet he still wanted to know what the texts meant.

A sudden knocking made the skater jump. He glanced at the time and saw that it was noon. He flipped off the door and picked up his game controller. He didn't need this guy’s bullshit. Obviously he didn't give two shits about Yata or his feelings.

“Mi~sa~ki. I know you're in there.”

“Stalker!” Yata yelled at the door.

“You know your door is unlocked,” the voice on the other side of the door said bluntly.

“No it isn—” The door swung open to reveal a smirking Saru. “Get out of my house!” Yata leapt to his feet and grabbed the baseball bat from next to the couch.

“I'm not in it,” he said shortly again, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Saruhiko was, in fact, not in his house, just standing right outside of it. Yata rolled his eyes. “Just leave me alone, okay? I don't want to see you anymore.”

“Well, I wanted to see you.” Yata watched as pink spread across his cheeks. “And I'm gonna take you somewhere.”

Yata was suddenly interested, his hands now loose on the bat. “Where?”

“You wanted to do to the JUNGLE party, so we’re going to go.”

The bat hit the floor as Yata’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” All traces of his past grudge seemed to disappear. “But it isn't until like a week or so.”

“Doesn't mean we can't get ready.” The taller man scratched the back of his neck embarrassedly.

Yata smiled brightly. “Thank you Saru!”

“I'm not doing this for you,” Saru mumbled.

Yata didn't care. He quickly grabbed his jacket from the coat rack and slipped his shoes on before bouncing out of the house and locking the door.

Notes: Hello! I can tell that you all are wondering who Mari is. No, she is not an OC or an made up character (kinda). If you remember in episode 2, Shiro lies to Koruh that he has a sister named Mari Isana that has been hospitalized for her whole life due to illness. Ok. Yes she isn't a real character in [K] but I didn't want to get into the mess with the Colorless King so I remembered that he had a “sister” and I decided to play on that since they could’ve looked alike if she was real. This is not a fanfic that goes on the same plot as the manga/anime but I'm incorporating events/facts that happened in the real [K]. Also, sorry for people who don't ship Mikototsu. I'm not going to put too much of them together into this because I know not a lot of people ship it. Mikototsu is happy but very sad concerning that he died in the anime.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Seeing that ask where some guy wants to buy Saruhiko's virginity, the first comment you made specifically. I just imagined Yata smashing his hand down the table with all his life savings in case he had to pay for something he needed, and he needs Saruhiko's virginity that must be the only way to shut him up about Yata being a virgin.

Imagine this in like a similar scenario to how that one went, where it’s during the time Fushimi’s with jungle and something comes up that he has to like auction off his virginity, and even though he plans on bouncing before he actually has to do it Yata spots him and goes to put in a bid to ‘save’ Saruhiko. Like Fushimi has to convince some underworld bigwig to ally with jungle, the guy is being shady though and makes it clear if he’s going to agree there needs to be something in it for him. As it happens he and his buddies have put together a little ‘auction,’ for wealthy creeps to bid on both rare items and even people, and the guy jokes that a pretty boy like Fushimi would be perfect, plenty of people would want to bid on his virginity. Fushimi just gives this deadpan ‘fine’ and the guy is surprised but pretty pleased and decides Fushimi will be the jewel of his auction in exchange for helping jungle.

Fushimi agrees and is planning to stab his way out of the situation if need be, but he does need to at least let himself be auctioned. Meanwhile Homra’s found out about this shady underworld auction that may have connections to jungle and Yata goes to check it out. He’s just supposed to keep a low profile (which admittedly is hard for Yata, maybe everyone else was busy) and report back. Yata’s pretty disgusted seeing all these guys bidding, probably itching to just bust the place and beat them all up. That’s when the auctioneer announces ‘a special gift from jungle,’ Yata immediately looks up because this sounds like what Homra was waiting for. The auctioneer states that they are auctioning off ‘a jungle member’s virginity’ and a very unimpressed Fushimi takes the stage. Yata just chokes as a couple guys chuckle and start bidding. 

Yata’s immediately panicking, like he’s relieved to see Saruhiko alive but he can’t believe that jungle is making Fushimi do this. He doesn’t know what to do, there are too many people for him to just fight everyone to help Fushimi but he can’t just stand there and let some creepy guys take Saruhiko’s virginity. Someone else bids and the price is getting a little higher, and imagine Yata just impulsively yelling out a bid. Fushimi’s expression doesn’t change but his fingers twitch. A couple guys turn to look at Yata but no one realizes he’s a Homra member, they think he’s just some gang representative sent here. Someone else bids and imagine Yata pulling up his bank account info on his watch, trying to figure out how much he has in his savings and will it be enough, he’s been saving up for a better apartment and trip fees for skateboard competitions but this is more important. Yata finally slaps down a bid and a couple guys look like they’re considering outbidding him but no one does, they all find it funny that here’s this young guy so determined to buy himself a one night stand.

As soon as Yata gets his ‘prize’ he’s trying to ask Fushimi what’s going on, Fushimi just calls him an idiot and turns to leave. Yata’s like wait a sec why did you go to jungle what are they making you do, appalled that Fushimi almost had his virginity bought by some stranger, and Fushimi rolls his eyes and says he can’t believe Yata really thought he was seriously selling himself. He tells Yata too bad that he wasted his money, can a virgin even buy someone else’s virginity, and Yata’s like you don’t get to call me a virgin when you were literally selling your own virginity. He realizes he’s let himself get distracted and tries to change the subject to Fushimi and jungle but Fushimi just blows him off, telling Yata he’s too trusting and shouldn’t have wasted money on his enemy.

Jump ahead and imagine post-ROK and they’re dating. One day they’re making out on Yata’s couch and Fushimi unzips Yata’s pants, Yata immediately gets all red. Fushimi teases him for being a virgin and Yata’s like wait but you are too — and now that he thinks of it, didn’t he buy Saruhiko’s virginity. Fushimi can’t believe Yata is still going on about that and Yata’s like no way, you don’t get to call me a virgin when I own your virginity. Fushimi leans up for a kiss and imagine him whispering in Yata’s ear that if Yata owns Fushimi’s virginity, what does Yata plan to do with it? Yata gets all red and swallows hard, Fushimi starts to laugh and call him a virgin again but suddenly Fushimi’s finding himself pinned to the couch with Yata leaning over him like I guess I better collect my winnings then, you cost me my whole life savings you know. Fushimi gives him a serious look and grumbles that it wasn’t worth it, Yata shakes his head and is like yeah it was, and I’d pay it again for you. Fushimi looks up at him, Yata’s face all red and nervous but his eyes totally open and honest, and he leans up for another kiss as he guides Yata’s hand down to undo his belt.

[withgentleheart]

For my goldfish brain. talk with @hiddenweaponuserkun and our upcoming A.A verse. 

R: OH. it could work with the first iteration of fushimi's aa verse i had with zoe's edgeworth. fushimi was just s substitute detective from another precinct sent to help edgeworth out while gumshoe is absent(edited)GDI why u do this

E: Lenora did work with the police until she moved to the private sector....she could have met him when she stopped by to visit. although how would be bond?..........because i love rinshimi.............

R: The aa-brand ridiculousness of fushimi being the detective in charge of investigation when rin is finally accused of being a murderer lol

E: YESi kinda of want her to be accused of murdering an ex boyfriend or something?  either that or one of her tennis students parents

R: im laughing so much we need to build this case. fushimi getting pissed about how there even is a case with how obvious it is that rin is innocent, and the investigation phase turning into them somehow maybe laughing together at how stupid it all is

E: honestly the fact that sunshine rin is accused of murder is ridiculous but i want it to happen so much

R: im quoting you on that

skip over some memes 

E: Rin: an apple a day- Fushimi: will keep anyone away as long as you throw it hard enough.

R: Fushimi: for example. [demonstrates by drop kicking an apple in larry's direction]

E: Rin:......that's fair

R: lenora would be constantly side-eying them(edited)

E:maybe it's cause i just watched a flashback episode in the AA anime, but I really want Rin and Fushimi to have gone to school together, even for just a little bit so they can have a little history. kinda a throw back to the verse where rin has flower shop and school yard rin stands up to fushimi's bully for him and then maybe he moves away so they don't really becomes friends until her murder trial but that's just another reason he knows she didn't do it. it's cheesy and ridiculous (and a lot like phoenix and edgeworth) BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK

R: !!!!! i love it??? like, it doesn't matter in what way. i want little rin to have saved little fushimi in some way, and i can already see one of the secrets behind fushimi's psyche locks being how he knew from the start rin wouldn't do anything even remotely bad because she was a hero to him

E: fuck. i love them so much. my heart so there was this boy in my eight grade english class who like, never talked and i made it my goal to say hi to him every day when i walked into class. so every day i would walk in and be like "hi nathan" and he's get a little shy but he'd only wave at first and after about a month he's actually respond with a "hi" too and a cute shy smile and that's how i imagine rin and fuhsimi in grade school together...kinda

R: YES!! oh god i can see little fushimi clinging to that. like, he wouldn't smile or feel shy, but he'd nod or sometimes greet her back and it's just. the highlight of his day, one of his classmates treating him like he's just another person, not avoiding him or putting him on a weird pedestal.just. the impact of something so simple.

E: and she'd never take it personally that he wouldn't respond. she just wanted to make him smile, even of it's inwardly.

R: imagine the greater impact if like, fushimi's dad is openly convicted of a crime, and he's ostracized even further and rin just doesn't change the way she still treats him.

E: rin really wouldn't care at all.

R: I LOVE THIS

E: she probably wouldn't win any points but like, she doesn''t put much stock in fathers. Her's is an asshole and left before she was born.ME TOOrin would walk up to anyone making fun of fushimi because of his dad and be like "fathers don't make a person good or bad, and if they do, then your dad is the worst"

R: THAT FIRST PART OF WHAT SHE SAID IS GONNA FOLLOW FUSHIMI FOREVER. one of his constant struggles would be the possibility of him turning into a person like niki, but then he'd remember that one kid's words, and he'd just hang on for a while longerit'd be what eventually leds him to studying criminology. i also love the parallelism with edgeworth of how 'it's thanks to his dad', but with still contrasting rationales

E: god, i love this. it's so cute and sweet. i will go down with this ship

R: how are they so perfect and convincing in all aus

enter us gushing about these two cause they are fucking cute

E: I still don't know all aa canon, but i am fucking down for it!canonically i think the wedding happens after phoenix is disbarred and gets his badge back but i'm a ways away from seeing that but HIT ME WITH IT

R: ah, but actually, because i only have the ds games, i've only gotten to apollo justice where he's disbarred djekf. i haven't played the two(?) latest games with simon, athena, nahyuta et al

E: WE WILL JUST MAKE IT UP BECAUSE FUCK ITthat's what wiki articles are for yo

R: gdi now i'll really have to go back to the tumbls

E: you don't have to if you don't want to. we can write on here if you are more comfortable with that.i don't wanna make you write on a platform you don't wanna use. I just love writing with you

R: nah, i'll try! it's not that i don't want to write on tumblr. i am just a lazy writing boye

little skip

E: okay ^^ it's gonna surprise lanna that i've actually started AA. I've been saying i would for like a year and never did. i'm trying to surprise her. rin's history is basically the same since it's just her sister verse with lenora, but she will be surprised when I give her Rin's murder chargei'm gonna have to think about this murder

R: ah, yes!! run it by me when you're done so i can intertwine fushimi a bit with certain details

E: i've got to decide first if it'll be someone she's like, emotionally attached to in some way, or should it be one of her employers?

R: the former because u love pain

E: that's true. although....with her clients are all very rich, so any murders in one of those families would be SUPER high profile.  So....i'm thinking....Ex-Boyfriend she reconnected with recently and was the last person to see alive  OR Father of student who she's accused of having an affair with and murdering when he wouldn't leave his wife.

R: the latter. it's spicy and ridiculous

E: OKAY! She "Murdered" a client. It's definitely going to be a frame job by the wife who is the actual one having the affair

R: i love it. it's in the AA spirit

E: man, i always forget how few adult characters are in anime/mangaFOUND HIM!

The murder victim!

R:  wow. a hotshot who keeps ''subtly'' hitting on rin

E: yup. he's definitely the kind to think "i pay you so i can do what i want" Help me pick a wife!

more pictures of anime adults

R: OPTION TWO

(this is option two)

E: ...i really wanna rewatching the anime i'm getting these characters from.But option two it is! Now I have to think of names and backgrounds

R:time 2 Get Punny

E: yup. i was trying to look for their kid, rin's student, but it's getting late and i should probably head to bed soon

R: oh wow. 3 am right? you definitely should sleep now

insert rin kidnapping some kid she found in the internet and fushimi telling her to put him back

E: Rin's student. Still haven't thought of any name

random personal stuff

E: okay, but random question for you, is Monet with or without é?

R: withoutand i get by with just watching the lives cluelessly, then looking for twitter translations

E: okay, that's what i thought but i wanted to be sure. it's AA important

R: AA important. i am sure

E: Monet kinda sounds like Money, so it's the person she "killed" last name

R: I LOVE IT

E: Michael "Mike" Monet (sounds vaguely like Make Money), Marian Monet (Marry In Money) and Penny Monet (Penny is a kind of money)these are the tentative names I've picked out so far

R: im calling the aa localization team and recommending you

E: haha, i just know how to use my resources well. ^^but i'm glad you seem to like themalso i just found out that if i have this murder happen after the phoenix/lenora wedding rin will be thirty! i didn't realize rin would be that old by the time the get married ><

R: i love them! and if it's any consolation, lenora and phoenix are still older??

E: yeah they are 35.i'm just not sure rin would still be a tennis instructor at age 30but i guess serena williams is 37 so it would happen

R: it's rin. she can make it happen

E: "Today, 30 Year old Rin Love is accused of murdering her employer Michael Monet, Chief Operating Officer of ___ in his Beverly Park home Monday night. Ms. Love was the live in tennis coach for Monet’s 10 year old daughter, Penny, and the police now suspect the two were conducting an affair which turned south. " I'm writing the news article right now, this is as far as I've gotten.  I don't know what company he works for yet

[foggyinjapan-blog]

31st Oct. Last Day of the Month

I woke up early this morning so I can cruise down to Fushimi Inari Shrine and complete the 2 hour hike. I wanted to do this last time but again, not enough time. I wear my active wear today because it’s going to be huge. I’m ready for this!

Jump on ya bike, and I think it’s going to take about an hour to get there… I set off and I’m already hungry. A coffee and banana just doesn’t cut it. Stop at 7/11 for sushi break, oishii!!

I make it to around Kyoto Station area and see a 2nd street, hmmm so tempted but maybe on the way back! About 5 minutes down the road there’s another one, it’s a sign and I must go into this glorious op shop! I have a look around and it’s all pretty spenny. There’s a pair of shoe for about $400 AUD. Wow that is huge! The cheapest thing I found was about $20. Nah i cant be bothered, I need a bargin in my life. Miho sent me an email yesterday with some 2nd hand shops near my accommodation so I’m really keen to check it out, maybe tomorrow.

It takes about 2 hours to get to the shrine! Not exactly what I expected haha, I’m already tired. I walk in and there’s soooo many people! If there’s one thing I’ve learnt while being in Japan, it’s that I absolutely hate big groups of people. Who would’ve thought!? It stresses me out so much and I tend to be a fast walker so get stuck behind a lot of people. I don’t know how the fuck people dawdle all the time.. it must take them 3 times as long to get to places! I head up the passageway and through the red structures of Fushimi Inari Shrine (the most popular of Inari because it sits at the base of the mountain). It truly is amazing but it’s so loud and everyone has forgotten how to walk. If 1 person stops for a photo, then we all have to stop apparently. I wonder how many photos I photo bombed!! I’m sick of it! Let me get higher up where none of you fools want to climb!

Finally bliss. The people are slowly dying off because I am climbing higher and higher. There’s still a few around and we are all just as happy to not see so many people. This is what I came to see!! I reach a section where there is a beautiful view of the whole of Kyoto! Amazing! I carry on and jeez I’m working up a sweat. I haven’t done this much exercise since Adelaide, this is killing me… No-one is overtaking me so I think I’m going really fast. Stoked on efficiency. I reach the top and wonder through the shrines. They’re incredible. At the very top I notice 3 candles burning and next to it a huge, scary spider staring into my soul. If you think Aussie spiders are scary you need to look at this… it was black with yellow stripes and red on it. I wonder if it’s deadly? I buy myself 2 postcards from the store as a memoir. There are many shrines as you walk up the mountain, and at each shrine there is a store I couldn’t even begin to imagine walking that much of an incline to get to work every day! I guess we have it pretty lucky in a ski town where we only have to walk 20 minutes.

I head down and I am charging down. I can hear the muscles in my legs cry for help haha. I need coffee. Real coffee. There is a cafe almost near the bottom which I remember from last time. It is owned by an English man and they have a real coffee machine there! The excitement is killing me! None of this automatic bullshit! I order a cappuccino and a chicken, hummus sanga. Delicious and the coffee was like home.

At the bottom of the shrine there is a street market full of food stalls. Just a quick look of everything and I order some pork dumplings! Delicious, yum! Quick Google of where I want to go next. Maybe the Nanzen-ji temple.

On my way I get a little lost,I reach a dead buuuut pretty sure there’s supposed to be a road here not a train track!! Thank God I have the electric assist on my bike! I arrive at the base of Jojuin temple. The streets around here are pedestrians only and they are lined with souvenir, food, chopstick and many more shops. Lots of people again… I hate it and I’m leaving! I don’t even go in the temple because I’m so overwhelmed. I went there last year though so I don’t feel too bad. I was there with my mum and dad and we were lucky enough to see the most amazing performance of a dragon festival. It was truly incredible.

I find my bike and make my way up to Nanzenji temple. I have to make my way through a massive group of school kids, there’s maybe 100 of 10 year old kids. They were very cute and every now and then one of them would shout out HELLO! Haha bless, they must’ve just learned that in school. In amongst this chaos I take the wrong turn. The sign back where the school kids were said 300m and I have done maybe 1km since then. I take the next right towards the mountains and hope for the best. I happen to stumble across a temple named Eikando Zenrin-ji. At first I was a sceptic because it cost a little more to enter than other ones I have visited. I walk in and I am speechless. The colours of the trees are incredible. I take my shoes off and walk in the temple. First is a Zen garden which then leads you in a beautifully unique, wooden walk way. As I am walking I can hear someone singing. It sounds like a ceremony is in progress, it’s getting louder. I walk through the passage way and around a beautifully structured building. The doors are open and tourists are welcome to come in and watch the ceremony take place. This man’s voice is incredible! He manages to make a tone that I can’t even begin to describe. I sit and watch for a while and as it’s wrapping up I walk out and keep following the passage. The next building along had amazing art work on the wooden fixtures outside. I’ll put a photo up. So bright and colourful! Make me happy looking at it. The next along the passage are some stairs. They are very steep and I can see some elderly people struggle with them. I climb up and the view is amazing! I can see parts of Kyoto with a temple in the foreground. Lovely. After the temple I explore the garden. It truly is amazing, the colours are so vibrant. Some trees are even a very golden yellow. Everyone is getting a photo in front of one particular one so I give it a miss. There’s a restaurant that overlooks the lake and there’s an island in the lake connected by a bridge. Imagine living and owning this garden! Autumn is definitely the right time of year to come!

After leaving Eikando Zenrin-ji absolutely amazed, I make my way down to the Nanzen-ji temple. First stop is the Zen garden which was a highlight of the last trip. Still amazing, I sit alone with my thoughts for a while. The temple itself was great as well, it showed different parts of a home with many unique art works within the walls, gold being the primary colour. It has a rock garden too, I wonder if the rocks were there originally or if someone moved them? Their shape is so defined and different, someone must’ve sourced them from the mountains. The whole place looks so different in autumn. I was here last at the end of winter/beginning of spring which meant no leaves and barely any flowering (did see some cherry blossoms though which was incredible)!

I am bloody exhausted. It feels like I’ve done so much exercise today and my butt is so sore from the bicycle. Back home for me. It take ages making my way across the city and trying to dodge so people. I take the longest shower in the world because I have deserved it!! I’ll even try not to pass out of the floor. Then the bloody water turns freezing cold ahhhh! With the shower coins you only get a certain amount of litres to use and then it shuts the hot water off… brilliant! I’m not too worried though because unfortunately I’m used to Nissen showers in Falls Creek and they are so bipolar!!

Considering going out for dinner but I think my legs have stopped working all together. Shit I’m not going anywhere i am so dead!! Noodles and chuhai, hai! Night!

Ps. I hope my body can function tomorrow! 

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Sarumi AU where Saruhiko is a pro gamer who plays online games all day in his computer and only drinks coffee for his dinner. One time Saruhiko ended up inside his computer in the game he was playing (he was playing some fighting game) That's where he saw and met Misaki

Yup, that’s how you get isekaied all right. Imagine Fushimi who almost never leaves his house and makes money as a pro gamer, he enters random tournaments and never shows his face because even that is a pain. He only does single player PvP too, every so often other gamers will reach out to him and try to get him to join a team for a pro league and Fushimi just deletes their emails. He doesn’t see any point in interacting with the rest of the world, as far as he’s concerned it’s just a pain to deal with other people and he would rather be alone living off coffee and Caloriemate. One day he receives a mysterious game in the mail which claims to be a free trial that was sent out to multiple gamers. Normally Fushimi would be suspicious of such a thing but he’s been feeling unwell lately and he figures playing a new game will give him something else to focus on, and anyway he’s received advance game copies before. He starts the game up and it’s a fighting game, Fushimi finds the character selection screen a little underwhelming. Like look at this one fighter, some short redhead with a bat even though it’s a fantasy setting, how stupid. 

He starts playing but begins to feel dizzy, he puts his controller down and goes to get an aspirin but ends up passing out. He wakes up to someone shaking him, Fushimi grumbles ‘annoying’ and puts out a hand to wave them away, accidentally smacking the person in the face. The guy who was trying to wake him up squawks indignantly and Fushimi opens his eyes, sitting up and asking why someone else is in his apartment. The guy beside him is like uh what are you talking about and Fushimi realizes he’s outside, in some kind of stadium. Next to him is a short redhead with a bat and imagine Fushimi just giving this flat look like ‘really’ because he’s played his fair share of isekai games and this has to be a stupid dream. The guy introduces himself as Yata and Fushimi grumbles ‘I know’ before he can stop himself, Yata’s all flattered because to think he’s just started in ‘the Games’ and he already has a fan. Fushimi’s like I’m not your fan Misaki and Yata’s like wait how did you know my first name I don’t tell that to anyone. Fushimi mutters ‘the character selection screen,’ Yata has no idea what he’s talking about but Fushimi doesn’t look well so Yata figures he should take Fushimi to the med tent to check on him.

As he’s being looked over Fushimi realizes that he really did get isekaied, and even worse he’s wearing a wristband that proclaims him as a contestant in these battle games. Fushimi decides he’ll have to survive this to escape the game and figures that Yata seems stupid and gullible so Fushimi will just use him to learn all about the games and how to beat them. Yata doesn’t know what’s up with this weird skinny guy who somehow joined the games but he’s always happy to help and explains how the whole thing is like a big gladiator-style fighting ring and whoever wins gets a big prize. Imagine Yata thinks Fushimi should probably drop out because he seems pretty weak but then in his first fight Fushimi wins by using knives and strategy and now Yata thinks that this Saruhiko guy is amazing. Fushimi is determined to just use Yata to win his way up the ranks but when Misaki says ‘amazing’ it makes his heart skip a beat and as they spend more time together he realizes something horrible: he actually likes Misaki, and he doesn’t want to go back to the world where Misaki doesn’t exist. But at the same time he doesn’t know what will happen if he loses here either, and part of him is aware that as Yata keeps winning too they might have to eventually face each other.

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I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you have any cute headcanons for 15yo saru X 19yo misaki interactions? or 19saruX15misa? they're my fave 👉👈

I assume we’re just talking situation where the younger version is sent to the future/older character sent to the past rather than just AU with age gap? Imagine gloomy 15 year old Fushimi following 19 year old Yata around and being vaguely suspicious of everything because he doesn’t understand why Yata keeps badly lying every time Fushimi asks if he’s part of Homra too. I feel like any scenario pre-reconciliation where Yata meets past Fushimi he would be kinda protective and wanting Fushimi to stay by his side, maybe trying to find any hints as to why Fushimi left but since Yata sucks a at subtlety Fushimi ends up on high alert instead. It would be particularly interesting if this is 15 year old Fushimi from before they joined Homra, so he doesn’t really know anything about Mikoto or the others and Yata’s just kinda trying to downplay it because maybe he’s worried if Fushimi knows more he might leave again. Instead Yata takes Fushimi back to his place and tries to be cheerful and spend time with him, and even this Fushimi still beats him at video games. Yata makes him some hot pot with pineapple and sighs about how Fushimi needs to eat his vegetables, Fushimi clicks his tongue and complains and for Yata this is so nostalgic but also kinda sad because he missed just sitting around a table with Fushimi. 

On the opposite end, imagine wide-eyed 15 year old Misaki following Fushimi around S4 thinking that everything is so cool and Saruhiko is so cool and Fushimi is trying very hard not to want this. Yata doesn’t know anything about Homra or betrayal or anything like that, he’s still this excited kid who only looks at Fushimi with shining eyes and even though Fushimi knows this is fleeting he’s really just drinking it up like someone who found an oasis in the desert. I think he would try to keep this Yata from meeting Mikoto and he’s probably even hesitant to let Yata meet Munakata because who knows how Yata is with Kings (also Munakata keeps giving Fushimi these knowing smiles every time Yata calls Fushimi cool and it’s irritating). Yata’s all excited to hang out in Fushimi’s dorm and talk and this is probably the most interaction Fushimi’s had with another human since he left Homra. I imagine he’s initially trying to be aloof because he knows how quickly Yata’s affection can change and Yata’s just going to leave eventually so there’s no reason to get attached, but at the same time he is just so weak to this Yata, who smiles at him without any anger and calls him amazing.

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Highschool au. Munakata has gotten himself a letter from a secret admirer. There's no name on the letters and they're randomly found on Munakata's school items (desk, lockers, his bag after lunch/gym). He's curious as to who it is and Fushimi suggest asking around cause someone must've seen and Awashima volunteered to do the asking but Munakata declined cause he thinks it would be fun to investigate and figure it out himself. (wouldn't it be funny if it was Mikoto though can he be this sneaky?)

Somehow I feel like if it was Mikoto it’s a least 50-50 ‘actually wanting to confess to Munakata’ versus ‘absolutely just fucking with Munakata for the fun of it’ XD Imagine proper student council president Munakata and he’s probably used to getting the occasional admirer letter, he’s so regal and inspiring that plenty of people are leaving letters in his locker and wanting to confess to him and all that. It’s well known in school not to even bother trying the secret admirer route though, because Munakata will always immediately figure out exactly who sent him the letter anyway (I can just imagine Fushimi muttering something about how isn’t that a sign of a bad personality and Munakata smiles brilliantly and says he simply enjoys the thrill of discovery). 

One day though he finds a letter in his locker that he doesn’t recognize at all, there’s no hints in the letter itself or anywhere around his locker to suggest to him who left this. Even so, Munakata is certain he will discover the identity of this secret admirer. He starts receiving more letters randomly, left on his shoes or by his lunch, all with very short messages like ‘thinking about sitting beside you in silence’ and ‘I want to press my hand against your face’ (Fushimi: ‘…doesn’t that just mean ‘shut up’ and ‘I want to punch you?’). Munakata says whoever has left such messages must be extremely skilled, like a ninja. Fushimi clicks his tongue and is like just ask if anyone was seen by your things, Awashima immediately offers to request security camera footage from the school. Munakata shakes his head, glasses shining as he says this AUs a mystery for him to solve on his own.

As Munakata goes to check his locker he happens to spot the school delinquent, Suoh Mikoto, leaning against his locker and having a smoke. Munakata scolds him for skipping class to smoke, Mikoto shrugs and asks what a goody two shoes like Munakata is going to do about it. Munakata hasn’t got time for this, he has to check his locker and indeed there is a letter. Mikoto leans over Munakata’s shoulder and says a love letter huh, and Munakata pulls away with a huff as he tries to determine how long this letter has been here — the bell has only just rung, but if his admirer had a nearby class they could have made it to this locker and back. Munakata of course isn’t going to bother asking Mikoto if he saw anyone nearby, it’s not like such a person would ever notice small details, though thanks to Mikoto’s proximity the letter only smells of cigarette smoke and Munakata can’t try and detect any perfumes. Despite Mikoto’s interference though Munakata doesn’t intend to give up so easily, telling Mikoto that he currently has more important things to do than spend time lecturing a barbarian on proper etiquette. Mikoto watches Munakata go, grinning because he figured that guy would be too stuffy to even consider that Mikoto was smoking by his locker precisely so Mikoto could disguise the smoke smell on the letter he already put in there (and it’s not like Mikoto admires Munakata or any shit like that, but watching him run around dealing with a puzzle he can’t solve is pretty funny and Mikoto’s starting to enjoy it, maybe he’ll even give that guy a hint if he feels generous enough later).