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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.2: Mukami Kou [Track 7+8]

Original title: 堕落した証 & いらいらする

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 2: Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Oh boy oh boy. I should have kept my mouth shut during the last few tracks because these two tracks had me wriggle around in my seat as my stomach turned upside down. > < Those of you who have been around since last year might recall how I struggled with Shuu’s D-S Kyuuketsu CD because of the ‘bodily gore’ noises when he cuts the MC with a knife and then stirs his fingers around in the open wounds. KOU DOES THE EXACT SAME THING GDI. I had to pause several times because I got nauseous. :’’) Please no more of this Rejet.

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 7: Proof of Corruption

“Well then, where should I bite you next...~? Both your neck and arm are already dyed a bright crimson from your blood. Fufu~ While I’m at it, I guess I should make you even more red...Perhaps that’ll improve your looks a little.”

*Rustle*

[00:25] “Hmー Such slender wrists...Fufu, I could probably twist them with ease. If I were to plunge my fangs in, they might just pierce right through, don’t you think? Come on, show me your hand.”

*Rustle*

“Hm...These marks are still fresh. Hmー They weren’t left behind by me, which means they belong to one of those guys? Heeeh...Now what a lovely decoration you have here. You really are a maso-kitty, aren’t you? I sort of get now that you’re not doing all of this on purpose. Which means...is someone controlling you behind the scenes?”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:18] “Take flowers, for example. They don’t particularly wish to bloom beautifully, do they? However, some larger force in nature is ordering them to do so to lure in birds and insects. So perhaps you were put together by someone with the specific goal to seduce us Vampires? If not, a plain girl such as yourself couldn’t even dream of having someone like me suck you, not even out of pity. Fufufu...~”

*Rustle rustle*

He digs his finger inside your skin.

[01:59] “Ah-aaah...Since the wound hadn’t fully healed yet, my finger sank in the moment I pressed down. Does it hurt? Fufu~ I’m digging my nail into the open wound after all~ I bet it hurts...Then suffer more...Scream...! Nobody will hear you here. This place has been equipped to ensure that they won’t find you.”

*Rustle*

“But...Well...If they did know you were here, I wonder if they would come and get you? These guys who seem to be oh-so obsessed with you, I mean~”

Kou continues to stir up the wound with his nails.

“Are you writhing in pain? Ah-aaah...Your ugly face only became even more hideous. Should I say it has a certain charm to it? I’m incapable of loving you while you look like that though. However...”

*Rustle*

[02:57] “In regards to these wounds, I feel a strange sense of attachment. I wonder why? Perhaps it’s just fun to compete with other Vampires over a prey such as yourself? Hahaha...But in that case, I have to leave behind my own marks as well or it’s no fun, right? ...I’ll leave my mark on top of these wounds, as if to overwrite them. It’ll be perfect proof of how thoroughly corrupted you’ve become.”

*Rustle*

Kou bites you.

*Gulp*

“Mmh...*

*Gulp gulp*

“ーーHah!”

*Gulp*

[03:50] “Mmh...Haah...I can smell them from here...It pisses me off...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah, haah...It makes me want to just rip up your whole arm with my fangs...”

*Gulp*

“Fufu...This must be the taste of hatred...~ Exactly...I can’t forgive them...Never! That’s whyーー”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...”

*Rustle*

[04:38] “I won’t return you to them. You’re basically mine now. Offer both your body and soul to me...And go mad. Fufu...Damn~ What’s wrong with me? Am I being spurred on by you? Uwaah...This is a first for me. Fufu~ I truly got my hands on a nifty toy. I was just going to have a little taste before handing you over to Ruki...but I might not want to let you go again.”

*Rustle*

[05:22] “Haah...Let me suck more...Your blood is messing with my head...as I find myself wishing you would offer more of that delicious blood pumping through your veins to me and me only.”

*Rustle*

“Oi. I bet you have other marks left behind by them as well, don’t you? Tell me. I’ll make you go through those painful memories again. Come on, hurry up and fess up.”

*Rustle*

[06:00] “Hey? Are you listening? If you space out like that, I’ll do something much, much more painful and rough?”

You muster a response.

“Hm? Your belly? Eeeh~? Now where could they be...~?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ah, you must be talking about these. Marks spotted~ They really don’t hold back when devouring you, do they?”

He licks the marks.

“Oh, this one smells different. So, tell me. Did you have them bite you from head to toe? Hah! What a slut you are.”

You protest.

[06:46] “Hm? You didn’t wish for any of this to happen? ...Che. Why are you giving me that defiant look? Do I have to repeat myself a million times before your idiotic brain gets it? I was reminded once more the moment I sucked your blood. You’ve been tampered with in some way to lure in Vampires. I wonder who could be behind it...~? Fufu...Somehow that piques my interest...”

*Rustle*

“But for now, I’ll cover you with my marks. So I’ll thrust my fangs inside these wounds as well...”

Kou digs his nails into your skin once more as you flinch.

[07:31] “Aren’t you happy? I’m the one saying these things after all. ..Aaah-aah, such filthy marks. I’ll erase them right away.”

He bites you again.

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...This stench is persistent...It won’t disappear...Ugh, it pisses me off. If I can’t get rid of it with my fangs...It just makes me want to mess you up as a whole...”

*Rustle*

“Haah...Guess I’ll just have to sink them in deeper and deeper...Like thisーー!”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Nnh...”

You cry out.

[08:41] “Ah...It hurts? Look at you gushing blood all over the place. You really have no shame, do you? But you shouldn’t be able to feel the pain, you know? My fangs have already made it so you perceive everything as pleasure. Fufufu...”

*Rustle*

“I can tell you want me, so try and voice it out loud? Beg for me with a cute tone. Come on, hurry...Ask me to make you feel ever better~”

You whimper.

[09:24] “Hmm~~? I can’t hear you...~ You’re going to have to speak a little louder. Also, don’t forget to sound cute, okay?”

You repeat it.

“Fufu...~ Exactly, like that. Just be honest with yourself...Perhaps then I’ll be able to feel a little affection for someone as ugly as yourself.”

You beg again.

“Mm~ Good. You managed to beg for it cutely, so I’ll love on you in return. ...With these fangs of mine, that is.”

Kou bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hahn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[10:14] “...Hah...! ...Hm? ...’More’? ...You can crave it more. I kind of like it when people yearn for me. ...I’ll plunge them inside even deeper than before...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...Ugh...Haah...I guess the smell is starting to fade a little?”

You moan.

“Fufu...Seems like you’re feeling rather good as well. Your body has completely given in to the pleasure, it feels as if your blood has become sweeter as well.”

Track 8: Irritation

Kou inspects your body.

*Rustle*

“Where else have they bitten you...? ー Ah, don’t tell me. I’ll try finding it myself this time...~ After the stomach, it has to be...The legs, right~?”

*Rustle*

[00:18] “Yes, I got it right! ...They sure love going for the risqué spots, don’t they? Hah! Right near your crotch (1) ...How lewd. On top of that, you can tell they’ve sucked from here repeatedly...Very dirty! I wonder what kind of expression you made as they sucked from here? Perhaps you didn’t realize it yourself, but they pretty much got a full view of aaaall your embarrassing places.”

You squeak.

“How embarrassing, gosh! ...But I’m sure you love that sorta stuff, don’t you? After all, I can see a glint of anticipation in your eyes. Or am I just imagining things? Is it because I’m the one doing this to you? ...Well, I guess I’ll figure out the answer to my own question once I bite you. Well then...”

*Rustle*

“Where should I leave my mark? ...Right here. I’ve settled on this spot.”

He bites you again.

*Gulp*

[01:28] “Mmh...Hah...Haha! What a lovely view...Fufu...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Seems like it’s making you weak as well...Look at you twist and turn your body like that...What a dirty girl you are.”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“ ーーHah! We’re still nowhere near done...Let me suck more and more...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Hah...”

*Gulp*

[02:11] “Haah...Fuck...Could this be a trap of some sorts...? Fufu...I feel as if your blood is leading me straight to my own demise...Well, I guess that’s fine. As long as it feels good...whether it’s a trap or whatever, I’m not scared. Perhaps the person who set you up this way predicted this all along? ...Say.”

*Rustle*

[02:44] “I bet they knew that we would try and snatch you away like that. Guess we’re being mocked, huh? That pisses me off. ...You seem to be feigning ignorance but you’re part of the whole scheme, aren’t you? ...If you think this will all pass as long as you just obediently spread your legs, you’re gravely mistaken. I’ll give you something much, much, much more painful, you’d find yourself wishing you’d be dead instead...!”

*Thud*

Your eyes widen in horror.

“Hehe...”

*Gulp gulp*

[03:26] “...Heh. Does it feel good? Lucky you! I think you might be the first human who has gotten the honor to receive this much pleasure from me. Well, under normal circumstances, one bite is plenty to make any human ascend to Heaven, but in your case, the more I have, the more delicious your blood becomes and on top of that...You dare oppose me. It pisses me off. ...Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“...Hm? There’s marks on your thighs as well!”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:06] “I have to engrave my own mark here as well. ...Geez, I wonder what they find so appealing about these stick legs? I can’t relate, but I don’t like the idea of there being marks from someone other than me. ...Mmh..”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...”

*Gulp gulp*

[04:37] “...Hah...Ah...Haah...~ I feel sluggish for some reason...Have I been numbed? In that case, your blood is to blame. ...This is bad...Fufufu~ I just don’t understand how I want to keep an ugly girl such as yourself all to myself...Makes no sense, does it? I feel irritated by it myself but...I also just can’t help it. This strong desire for you keeps on welling up inside of me...What is happening to me? Geez...Honestly, it pisses me off! I’ve never felt this strongly attached to anything or anyone before!?”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...ー Hah!”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Haah, haah...I can’t get enough...Do you want me more? ...So do I.”

*Gulp gulp*

[05:57] “Hah...Yearn for me more and more...You just need to keep your eyes on me. ...You belong to me now. Happy? Of course you are. If you continue to writhe around like that, I’ll give you never-ending pleasure.”

*Rustle*

“Mmh...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nnh...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, haah...!”

*Gulp*

[06:37] “Haah...! I can’t...I still haven’t had enough...Hm. I still refuse to give you up. I’ll make you forget about those other guys in no time. I’m obsessing over you, so it only makes sense. ...Unlike those guys, I won’t call you prey either. You’re mine after all. ...Doesn’t that make you happy? I’m a gentleman after all~ I know how to make a girl happy. I’m sure you didn’t like being degraded by having them call you ‘prey’ either, right? Fufu...~”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 足の付け根 or ‘ashi no tsukene’ is the root/base of the leg where it connects to the hips.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers more blood #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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shinygoldstar · 4 years ago

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Midnight Snack

DannyMay Day 11: Midnight

(Also DannyMay Shadow, Scars, Power, Nature, Seasons, Teeth can you find them all?)

Word Count: 2271 (not beta’d. experimental writing)

Warning: mentions of ghost cannibalism, nothing explicit

@floralflowerpower – for that ghost cannibalism post

(it’s 1 am so i’m gonna sleep now. might post on AO3 later)

Edit: AO3 Added!

It was mid-October. The leaves are starting to turn yellow heralding the approaching autumn. Danny was happy because that meant the unusually hot weather is almost over. It wasn’t that he’s melting from the heat- quite the opposite, he’s probably the only person in Amity that isn’t sweltering under the sun with his cold core. But due to this exact same reason, his cooler body temperature also drew in water vapor which condenses on his skin, pooling into beads of water dripping down his shirt, making him appear extra sweaty. He can’t wait for the temperature to be cool enough to not change clothes every few hours. Good thing his clothes are purchased by the dozen; no one really noticed him wearing new sets of clothes throughout the day.

It was the contaminated fridge foods that disappeared first. No one missed them. At least until they can’t find the mutated turkeys for their annual Thanksgiving hunting event.

Danny yawned as he and his friends entered Fenton Works. Autumn is comfy. Just the right temperature where he can wear loose clothing and not be stared at for being underdressed for the weather. No ‘sweating’ either. His mouth closed with a click, a bit too fast on his new fangs. Danny winced. The fangs seemed to have grown longer overnight again. At this rate Danny won’t be able to pass them off as normal pointy canine teeth for much longer. It didn’t hurt but the itch is annoying. Danny took a detour to the fridge, grabbing an ice cube from the freezer and popped it into his mouth, absentmindedly chewing on the cubes to take the edge off the itch as they walked down to the basement lab. His parents are at a paranormal convention at a nearby city and won’t be back until tomorrow. Danny and his friends gladly took the opportunity to do their ‘Danny’s quarterly fitness test’.

Danny flipped on the light switch and walked to the center of the lab, transforming into his ghost form. “Okay I’m ready. What’s first on the list?”

Tucker dropped his bag and took out a piece of notebook paper, “Okay, first we gotta do the baseline measurements. Height, weight, temperature, and the ecto reading.” Sam dug through her sports bag, pulling out the measurement tape. She held it against Danny, eyes scanning the tape measurement numbers. “Still the same height.”

Tucker nodded, noting down the measurement in Danny’s health notebook. “Next, weight.” Danny stood over the scale. “Yup, still the same weight too.”

Then it was the ecto-samples that Jack misplaced in the kitchen fridge. Jack warned everyone a few days later (everyone knows to avoid glowing food on normal basis so the delayed warning is mostly just courtesy), but no one could find where it went and assumed it grew legs to join the other tiny ecto-samples lurking as their equivalent of household pests. (No matter how often Maddie tried to patch up the mouse hole it keeps reappearing in the same shape but in a different part of the house as if the original mouse hole got transplanted from its original location)

“Lunch Lady’s right. You need to eat more. You’re still as skinny as ever.” Sam remarked as Danny took the thermometer out of his mouth. “76 F. The ghosts keep attacking me all day and night. You’d think my parents would notice when a ghost sneaks pass them while they work in the lab but I triggered all their ghost alarms just by being in the house so they deactivated the system when I’m around. They must’ve kept it turned off during the day too.”

“Tough luck dude. Ecto scan next.” Tucker passed the scanner to Sam while Danny stood still for her to scan. The machine beeped, “Wow 6.8, that’s quite a jump from last quarter’s 5.1”

“Maybe it was from all the ghost fighting I did over the summer?”

As the leaves began to fall from the branches, ghost attacks lessened in frequency. Not looking the gift horse in the mouth Danny happily enjoyed the lack of ghost attacks to focus more on his studies. If he did well enough, he might even get Bs for his efforts. He also managed to avoid getting detention for the entire week much to the relief of everyone involved.

Two days before Thanksgiving, the Fentons finally remembered their turkeys. But by then it was gone. In a rush, they quickly purchased a pre-made turkey instead. While Danny enjoyed the fact that they’re having a normal family dinner for once, he can’t help but feel like there’s something off about the chicken. As if it’s missing a particular tangy or zingy flavor that would’ve made it richer in flavor. ‘Must’ve been because it’s overcooked.’

"Honey? Have you seen the new ecto-samples I placed in the basement lab fridge?" “Again Jack? This is the third time this month. Have you checked the upstairs fridge?” “I-ah was pretty sure I placed them in the correct fridge this time. Must be some no-good thievin’ ghost.” “I’ll set up the ecto-anti-theft, that’ll get ‘em good! No ghost can escape Jack Fenton for long!”

*Intruder Alert* *Intruder Alert*

Red lights peppered with robotic voice and alarm noises lurched Maddie into full alert mode. She quickly took stock of her surroundings and tried to wake Jack up. But Jack had his earplugs on and continued to snore blissfully. A loud knock on the door caught her attention. “What’s going on mom?” Jazz’s voice floated through the door. Maddie quickly rose to open the bedroom door, swiftly pulled Jazz in and locked the door. “Jazz dear, try to wake your dad up. I’ll go check on the intruder.” Maddie strode quietly to the door then paused, “Have you checked on Danny?” Jazz bit her lips and looked away for a moment “-ah yeah! Danny’s snoring so loud he can’t hear the alarm.” Maddie twisted the doorknob but paused, hesitating. “He’s fine mom.” Jazz reassures her. “If Danny wakes up, he’ll come here first. I’ll let him know what’s going on.”

The alarm rang loudly in her ears as she walked down the stairs to the basement lab, its loud ringing noise effectively covering up the sound of her footsteps. Reaching the basement floor, Maddie quickly crept over to hide behind the shelf on her left, eyes scanning the lab for the intruder.

The glass jars clinked as a shadow moved about the fridge. A very familiar shadow. That didn’t glow. Maddie turned on the lab lights. “Danny?” she started, carefully walking over to face him, her eyes still scanning him to check if he’s really her Danny. The faint, barely noticeable scar on his eyebrow from his attempt to fly off the tree when he was five is there confirming his identity.

“What are you doing down here-?” Maddie noticed the glowing jar in his hand, “and what exactly are you doing?” Danny hazily stared at her; eyes half-lidded. Maddie snapped her fingers to get his attention. Danny didn’t blink. “He's still not awake, Danny come on wake up!”, she shook his shoulders. “Huh? Wuzzat?” Danny groggily woke up. He blinked in confusion.

Finally aware of his surroundings, Danny looked down at his right hand that still held the glowing sample. “Aah!” Danny yelped dropping the sample, then realizing he dropped the sample, tries to catch the jar, fumbling clumsily. Maddie would’ve laughed if it was anywhere else but in this situation. “Danny, do you remember what you were doing?”

“I was doing my homework and was craving for a good cheeseburger?”

---

“And the half-opened jar of ectoplasm?”

“Pickles?”

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“Dude are you for real? That was priceless!” Tucker crowed with laughter. Sam leaned away from Tucker to avoid the meat spittle, “Urgh! Gross Tucker! Swallow it before you speak!”

Danny grumbled into his glass of milkshake, “’s not funny Tuck. you didn't see her face. She was about ready to scan me for signs of ecto-possession. Good thing my lie about craving cheeseburger and opening the wrong fridge worked. Otherwise I’d be in big trouble if she scanned me now with my latest ecto-reading. Anyways I'm banned from the lab now.” Danny bit into his burger.

“So what really happened there dude? Did you seriously sleepwalk into the basement lab?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember anything before Mom found me in the lab. Only that I was feeling a bit hungry.”

The ghosts stopped coming. Everyone in Amity held their breath when there were no ghost attacks for two weeks straight, then a month. Then two months, three. No ghosts. They let out their collective breath. It might be too soon to hope but for now they will enjoy their ghost-free, perfectly ordinary life. It feels a bit strange to not have ghost related interruptions as part of their daily routine but they didn’t miss the ghost-related reconstruction expenses. The local insurance company employees received a nice bonus for the ghost-free month.

By the time March rolled in, Danny is restless. “Guys, there's definitely something big going on.”, he waved his hands for emphasis. “The Fenton portal is still open yet no ghost came through? Not even Boxy since the North District warehouse thing last month. There’s definitely something big going on. I've been taking the ghost-free break for granted for a while now and it helped save my grades but this is too big to ignore.”

“Dude, maybe it’s because you’re much more powerful now? Your latest reading last week is 8.2. None of the ghosts we’ve met so far is above 6 except for Vlad and the Ghost King.” Tucker suggested.

“You might have a point there, Tucker. We haven’t seen any of the ghosts bothering Vlad so far and he’s definitely higher than 6.” Sam added.

Danny frowned, “Maybe you’re right but I just have this nagging feeling that that’s not quite it.”

Danny entered the Zone with little fanfare. The area around the Fenton portal looked normal enough, the usual rocks and clouds of debris are still floating around in their usual areas. Danny aimlessly passed through the nooks and crannies, ducking under the endless spiral staircase, not entirely sure of what to look for. The Zone felt a bit quiet today but Danny haven’t been to the Zone that frequently to be certain about it.

The Ghost Zone, while still filled with random bits of odds and ends felt empty somehow. It wasn't until he sighted Skulker that he realized he hasn't seen any of the tiny blog ghosts nor the occasional passerby ghosts through his trip.

Luckily or unluckily, Danny quickly spotted someone he knew in the distance. As if called, Skulker turned his head towards Danny, then veered sharply to the left and flew fast in Danny's opposite direction, a first for the self-proclaimed hunter to not hunt his favorite prey. ‘Something's not right and Skulker definitely knows something.’ Danny thought.

Danny quickly chased after him; Skulker could never beat Danny at speed chase even at his best, and he won't be winning today's unplanned race either. “Hey Skulker! What’s going on?” Danny yelled over the gap between them but Skulker gave no reply, diving down deep into the reddish forest ravines of the island below. Not to be deterred, Danny did a quick aerial flip, adjusting his flight angle to follow down Skulker’s path. Danny soon caught up to Skulker and launched him into a nearby rock with sticky ectoplasm to hold him still long enough to talk. Skulker ejected from his metal suit but Danny was faster and caught the real ghost before he can escape.

(Why is Skulker fleeing?)

"Hey Skulker, not hunting me for once?" Danny asked teasingly.

Skulker paled (Danny never knew ghosts can turn pale) and squirmed even more. Danny's smile dropped.

"What’s going on Skulker?" he asked worriedly. “None of the ghosts have appeared in the human world and the Zone looks empty somehow”

Skulker squirmed a bit more but realizing he’s stuck finally said, “Ghost Child, haven’t you ever wondered why the Infinite Realms is never overcrowded?”

Danny frowned, puzzled as to where this leads to. “How is this related to this situation?” Skulker stared at Danny stunned.

“What?” Danny asked, suddenly self-conscious, “-was there something I was supposed to know about?”

Skulker sighed, unconsciously loosening a bit of his tension, “You’re so young. So very young. We Ghosts don’t fade as fast as Newcomers arrive from your world. In the Realms, there's a natural system that keeps the population under control. An ecosystem. There's predator and there's prey. And then there's the Apex Predator. There's a reason why Dark was feared. It wasn't just for his harsh rule. It was because he was the Apex Predator.”

Danny struck at the odd wording, "’Was’? Was that because he got sealed?” Danny paused, “But wait- if he's sealed, he would still be the Apex predator. So how-? Wait. Did I?"

Skulker nodded, "Good you're catching on fast. By defeating Pariah Dark, you have proven to the Realms that you're the best candidate for the Apex Predator. And with the new status comes sets of conducts, one your body instincts know well. You've been culling down the uncontrolled excess from Pariah Dark's sleep quite fast. Your hunger would settle down soon of course once balance has been re-established in the Realms."

“But- How- Wait- What-?” Danny looked down at his hand “Hey Skulker--!” but his hand is bare.

Danny’s lips tasted oddly tangy, energized.

-----

(Skulker might've slipped out of Danny's slack hand while Danny is in shock. Danny might've bit his lips hard enough to bleed. It's not that hard with his new fangs. But this is just speculation...)

#midnight snack au #danny phantom #dannymay2021 #DP ghost cannibalism #goldpost #Skulker BS'd on the spot and I took it as worldbuilding material #the added last part is the original ending #interpretation of the final ending is now up to you #😏😏😏

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x0401x · 4 years ago

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #6

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Moonstone’s Charity

“The moon is beautiful, huh!”

By the time that we exited the Shiseido Parlor, it was already completely dark outside. The moon loomed a faint blue, as if overlooking the night view of Ginza. Putting his coat back on, Richard silently averted his eyes when I looked back at him with an “isn’t it”. At any rate, I had gotten wholly used to eating out with this guy on Saturdays after work. It was worth making him puddings as payback, I thought.

“Speaking of which, the stone you sold to today’s customers was a ‘stone of the moon’, wasn’t it?”

“Please call it ‘moonstone’. There are other rock specimens that are referred to as ‘stones of the moon’. Confusing the meaning of the words is deplorable.”

“Is that so?! Aight, I’ll take it to heart.”

Today’s customers were the parents of a naïve young lady, and the goods they bought were a moonstone jewelry set for her. It seemed that the young lady, who still had childish facial traits, was going to get married, so her parents ordered a necklace from Etranger for her to take along when the time came. Bearing a rainbow light over a milky blue color, the cabochon-cut moonstone was combined with white diamonds for the necklace and bracelet. It overflowed with a soulful beauty, almost as if it had borrowed the glow of an aurora from a Scandinavian sky.

Apparently, the moonstone, which was also one of the June birthstones, had been familiarized as a power stone since the distant past, and was renowned especially as a stone that celebrated the well-being and fortune of women. Having the commemorative jewelry delivered to her as a surprise, the young lady had cried until her eyes were bright red, but she recovered by way of a sweet royal milk tea, expressing gratitude to her parents with a sniffling nose. I believed that there were several forms of joy depending on each person, and what I had witnessed today was unmistakably one of them.

Even as we headed to the parking lot where Richard’s jaguar was, the moon followed us from the gaps between the buildings. As I walked while looking up and repeating, “It’s really pretty, so pretty”, Richard seemed exasperated.

“‘The moon is beautiful’, huh. Are college students not familiar with anecdotes of their own country’s literary figures nowadays?”

“Don’t they read that stuff? I’m in the faculty of economics, so there’s lots of people with names written in horizontal characters on our textbooks. Like Marx Weber or Mankiw.”

“What about Futabatei Shimei or Natsume Souseki?”

“I’ll ask you back: have you read them?”

“Yes.”

Uwah. As I cried out, the gorgeous jeweler sighed. “Honestly, today’s youths,” he said.

I ended up laughing at him without thinking.

“What is it?”

“You say ‘youths’ but you’re pretty young yourself.”

“I merely disagree with the worldwide trend of thinking that classical literature is an enjoyment for old age. The world, matured by the various interpretations of our ancestors, is deep and wide-ranging, as well as something that envelopes our hearts, just like stones.”

“Feels like the part where stones come up is ‘just as expected of Richard-san’.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“I am complimenting you. I have the feeling that I get smarter when we talk.”

“For you to be the kind who is satisfied with just ‘having a feeling’, my existence must be a harmful one.”

“I shall take this to heart... Aah, by the way, in sociology or some other class, I heard that the phrase ‘had a feeling’ has increased too much in pop music. Why is that? I guess it’s because, when they assert, ‘I can be strong!’ instead of, ‘I have the feeling I can be strong, I find myself inwardly wanting to retort with a, ‘Nope, nope, it’s not like that’ and the mood cools off.”

“Unfortunately, I have not studied the trends of modern Japan’s younglings. But if we are to speak of such things, even the power invoked by stones is a matter of ‘having a feeling’.”

“Is it okay for a jeweler to be saying that?”

“We are already out of business hours. Besides, this is not a negative subject in particular.”

Having arrived at the parking lot, Richard glanced at me and folded his arms lightly. He was a beautiful man from the top of his head to the tips of his toenails, like a doll made of moonlight. I was used to looking at his figure, but beautiful things will be beautiful. I could look at him without ever getting tired and it would put me in a good mood, just like the moon.

“W-What? What’s up?”

“I mean that people can become strong just from ‘having a feeling’. The power of belief is namely the force of human beings who seek hope even in a small gleam. Is that not a wonderful thing? On nights like these, when we ‘have the feeling’ that we are being protected by the light of the moon, people are sure to be in some sort of calm mood.” Saying this, as if to copy me or something, Richard looked up at the night sky above the buildings of Ginza and murmured, “The moon is truly beautiful.” He then smoothly got on the jaguar’s driver seat. I followed him on the passenger seat.

Still, this car’s seat base did an exquisite inclination no matter how many times I sat on it. It felt like a chair sticking to your body.

“Well, are you okay with dropping off at Takadanobaba?”

“Thank you. By the way, should I reply with the ‘I could die now’ already?”

Richard’s face at that moment was a spectacle. His mouth and beautiful eyebrows distorted as if to say, “Haah?”. His eyes stared dangerously at me.

“I mean, isn’t that the context? Futabate Shimei and Natsume Souseki, right?”

“I love you”.

Apparently, the literary masters of the Meiji Era had racked their brains about to how to translate a sentence that didn’t originally exist in the Japanese language. This would be a standard drinking party talk. Well, I didn’t know if there was a standard for all kinds of drinking parties, but just recently, during a drinking party we held with a group of men from the Department of Letter’s Faculty of Japanese Literature, we got fired-up over that topic. “Girls like this kind of talk, so you guys from the Faculty of Economics should also keep it in mind every once in a while,” they told us. Futabate Shimei used “I could die now” as a code for “I am yours” and Natsume Souseki used the anecdote “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it” as what was claimed to be a good anecdote for “I love you”. We were thankful for the trivia. That being said, none of the members who attended the drinking party had girlfriends, so I had thought there would be no opportunity to use this trivia, but to my surprise...

Richard, who had been stiff for a moment, exhaled with a loud “haaah” and turned the engine key. The body of the iron machine shuddered.

“That was terrifying.”

“So even you got freaked out! I can say some Japanese-like things too.”

“I will proceed to kick you if you say the same thing again. Be quiet for the time being.” Richard pulled the car out of the parking lot from backward, and as he stepped onto the accelerator and we got out into the street, the car trundled on with us in silence for a while. After we had passed four or five buildings, the beautiful jeweler opened his mouth again, “These words are not meant to be spoken lightly. A sentence taken out of context is like a lonely stone removed from a bracelet. In what kind of situation did people say, ‘The moon is beautiful’ or under what circumstances did they think, ‘I could die now’? What matters is the process until things arrived to that point, and not scraps of words. In the past, during the times when the people of this country were not as filled with imported mentalities as they are now, they probably understood this very well.”

“Hey, why’d you think of reading Natsume Souseki?”

Richard didn’t respond. I’d known for a while now that there were lots of things this guy didn’t want to answer, but his silence at the question was unexpected. Was something up?

Something related to moments when he might feel like saying things such as “the moon is beautiful” or “I could die now”.

It was clearly not a topic that I should pry too much about. Pretending to have found something interesting out the window, I put on a smile with no particular connotation. Leaning my body against the window, I looked up at the sky. “Ah, I can still see the moon.”

“You do not say. Is it beautiful?”

“Yup, but you’re more beautiful.”

Richard’s hand instantaneously glided in a swift motion. He pressed the car stereo switch. What played at an explosively loud volume wasn’t the Finnish rock that I had listened to before. It was a sutra in an ethnic-sounding female voice. That was all I could say. What was this? As I asked in a loud voice what language that song was in, he said it was Bengali. Was it an Indian song then? I couldn’t talk to him unless I shouted in one breath.

“HEY! IF I PISSED YOU OFF, SERIOUSLY, I’M SORRY!”

Richard’s mouth moved in the form of an “I cannot hear you”. It seemed he wasn’t in the mood for conversation. But he didn’t look angry. The corners of his lips were smiling just slightly. Like he wanted to say that this was so stupid it made him laugh. He appeared a lot more relaxed than when listing up the names of those literary figures, so I became kinda happy.

When I got out of the car, the southern country atmosphere was gone at once. At the roundabout in Takadanobaba, Richard took off with the jaguar as soon as he said goodbye. As the same old habit, for whatever reason, I ended up watching him off until I couldn’t see him anymore.

As I looked up the blue moon was floating in the black sky, unchanged. This was also a matter of “having a feeling”, but this emotion I was feeling today at this moment was a definite form of happiness too.

Honestly, the moon was beautiful tonight.

#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei #housekishou richard #jeweler richard #the case files of jeweler richard #richard #nakata seigi #richard ranashinghe de vulpian #richard ranashinha de vulpian #jr short story collection #tsujimura nanako #yukihiro utako #novel #my translation

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Lunatic Parade Reiji Sakamaki– (Chapter 02)

For @diafan4eversakakmaki and others who requested. ♡

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Place: Rubean Canal / ルビーン運河

Reiji: Fu~ I have heard that the cafe along the coasts of canals are popular but...it seemed like those rumors are true.

Yui: Fufu~ Even though it is an open beach but it was really delicious.

Reiji: Yeah, The seasoning of the soup was also perfect. Anyway, talking about today’s plan....at first, let’s search the butler of that castle.

This morning, I realized that the familiars disappeared who used to fly around the castle.

Yui: Huh? Well then where...

Reiji: Similarly, familiars were also flying around the street but, apparently they are also visiting all the shops everyday.

Let’s go around the conspicuous shops and find out the Butler that we are searching for.

The Butler just is pretending and hiding his real identity and he is just having fake conversations with other people there.

Yui: I see.

(As expected of him. I would have put him in trouble if he wouldn’t tell me the whole situation.)

Reiji: Okay then, after finishing our meal, let’s go as soon as possible.

Yui: Yes!

Place: グリンマーストリート表通り / Glimmer street Main Street

Yui: (Umm, there is a lot of crowd as usual. I do not think that I will be able to find him.)

Reiji: ......He is here.

Yui: What?

Reiji: Sh! ...That person just turned around. I will follow him.

Yui: (It is te-terrible...)

Place: タルト • グリンマーストリート店 / Tart • Glimmer Street Shop

Reiji: Hm. I see. Looks like he is arranging tea-cakes.

Yui: Yes, he is.

(Oh. He takes a small bat-shaped bag from the luggage and then, he flies away.)

Reiji: Looks like...he will be continuing shopping for a while because he hasn’t taken the luggage with him.

Yui: That’s true….

Reiji: Let’s talk with him, since it looks like he has a lot of time.

Yui: I got it.

Place: グリンマーストリート表通りワゴン前 / Glimmer Street Front of Wagon Street

Reiji: Hm? That Butler is staring at the stalls with such greedy eyes.

Yui: Perhaps, he has stopped by here because he is in the middle of some business …..?

Reiji: Hah! You...which of these you want to eat?

Yui: *Face red* I-I...I am...nothing..

Reiji: You are so bad at telling lies. You just have swallowed for your appetite, do you think that I haven't noticed?

Yui: I am so-sorry. Actually the pretzels were smelling so good…

Reiji: What a pain. It can’t be helped. Which flavour do you like?

Yui: Really? Is it okay?

Reiji: Well, it will be a trouble if I do not agree because the insects in your stomach are being so loud.

Yui: Uuh...I am so sorry.

(It’s embarrassing but I am so glad because it’s Reiji San after all.)

Place: アクセサリーショップ / Accessory shop

Reiji: One thing after another….he is such a busy person. It’s hard to follow him like this.

Yui: That’s true...Huh?

Reiji San, Butler San get out from here without looking at any stuff.

Reiji: …..It’s bad. He was able to notice us.

Yui: Really?

Reiji: I have to chase after him as soon as possible. If he gets out of our sight now, we will have to suffer even more than before.

Yes: Ye-yes!

Place: ドレスショップ / Dress Shop

Yui: (We were going after him...but looks like he is not anywhere.)

Reiji: Ugh!...Damn it....!

Yui: Certainly, I have seen him entering this shop.

Reiji: There is a possibility….You...come here. Don’t leave my side.

Yui: Of course I won't!

Reiji: Fu~These words of you are very reassuring. I am on my way then!

Yui: (Huh? There….!)

Place: 試着窖 / Dress Trial Room

Reiji: Show yourself! It’s useless even though you hide because you cannot get away from my eyes.

*Screen shocked/shaked*

Butler: Ugh…! ….aah! You have finally found me huh?

Yui: (No way! He was hiding inside the trial room, and I haven’t noticed.)

Butler: I was doing this because you were following me so diligently. I was so worried that what do you really want from me?

*Reiji is speaking very very formally. Usually, this class of Japanese is used by the president, in the airport or News reporter.*

Reiji: The truth is that, we wanted a favour from you. We want to meet with Earl Walter.

Butler: I guessed that you would ask me this. However, I can’t do that.

Yui: Umn...We want to meet with him but there is a good reason behind this. Can you please listen to us?

Butler: No. Even though there are good reasons behind this, it has nothing to do with my manager. Please accept this fact.

Reiji: Aah! I am so annoyed! I never thought that the assistant of Earl Walter would be such a mad person.

Butler: Say whatever you want. However, my manager’s orders are absolute and it has to be followed.

Reiji: Orders? Actually what kind of orders are they?

Butler: I cannot let anyone enter inside the castle. It is the command.

Reiji: I got it. However, there is some news that I really want Earl Walter to hear.

The treasure I have…..I want that person to appraise it’s value.

Butler: Appraise?

Reiji: Yeah. I got it from a certain source. You can’t really understand the value of that thing.

Butler: My manager's an expert judge in rating but he finds a little difficulty in volunteering I think.

Reiji: Of course, I am also thinking about the presentation. I hope you will give us a satisfactory value instead of that.

[鑑定 — means appraisal or rating. It’s very difficult to translate for me, but I tried my best to put it as much as I could. Here, by appraisal / rating, Reiji and Butler meant that how will they actually exchange the value or pay the value in exchange of the treasures of each other.]

Butler: I see... …

Yui: (Wonderful... It was like I didn't have the ears to understand this conversation, but I'm gradually engaging myself into the story.)

Butler: I am sorry but I can’t invite you into the castle. In somewhere else….

Reiji: No. I refuse because it will be a trouble for me. My treasure is not something that you can easily publish outside.

Someone has already seen that….

Butler: Someone has seen that…...?

Reiji: …...I cannot tell you more than that.

So, what would you like to do?

Butler: Let’s not raise questions about it. Then, excuse me.

Yui: (Aaa!..Um...I have something that I must have to say.)

Selection—

時計の秘密を匂わせる。/ Give a hint about the secret of the watch.

お城について聞く。/ Ask about the castle. (+ Correct)

Yui: (How can I get attention….?)

Yui: Umn..On the other day, we saw the castle from the Ferris Wheel. It was so beautiful.

Butler: Thank you so much for saying that.

Yui: That garden of the castle was also pretty. Butler San, do you take care of that garden?

Butler: Yeah! I am very strict to my familiars and give them command and familiarize them, so it’s true.

Yui: Oh, that’s how it is……!

Reiji: As I thought, you are a wonderful owner of the garden. As expected, this is why Earl has left everything up to you.

Yui: (Ah! I was able to join the conversation. I hope I can support Reiji San.)

Reiji: She is also saying this. Of course, we also want to see that garden directly.

Butler: I see. So you want to see that garden. But I can’t decide on my own.

Yui: (Nope. He is a very tough person. But I think the expression of his face is a little softer than before.)

Reiji: If it is so, then, I have a suggestion.

Butler: What is it?

Reiji: It’s fine even if we don’t enter inside the castle. Atleast, let us enter the gate, so that the people will not notice my treasure.

Butler: But….

Reiji: If we miss this opportunity, you too, me too and also Earl will have to be sorry for that.

It’s because I will never come up or offer such a thing in the future after all.

Yui: Me too! I am also requesting you.

The treasure of Reiji San is really amazing!

Butler: I understand. Okay, I agree.

I will take two of you front of the castle gate. And, from there everything depends on the Earl.

If Earl is interested to talk with you, then I will leave you alone there with Earl.

Yui: Thank you so much!

Reiji: Fufu~ Then, let’s go.

Yui: (I am so glad…! Looks like we are one step closer to success.)

Place:ベルンシュタイン城城門前 / Bernstaein Casle front of castle gate

Yui: (Wow...if I look at the castle closely, it's a very luxurious and gorgeous castle.)

Butler: For now, is it okay if you wait in the front gate?

Reiji: Yes of course. But….

Yui: (Ah! It’s raining…? No it’s not. This is…)

Reiji: The lights are flying taking water inside of it, as a result, the water is swelling while light is flying….it’s very beautiful scenery.

Yui: ( The amount of water discharge is unbelievable. Is it a part of the parade show?)

Butler: Looks like we are in trouble. At this rate, we are going to get wet.

Reiji: Looks like we have to pass the time like this for a while. Look, it’s written in the sign board.

Yui: (Could it be that Reiji San has also researched it…..!)

Butler: You are right. I usually stay inside the castle, so I forgot about it.

We got no other choice. Please come inside.

Reiji: I am apologizing. It will be a great help.

Yui: Tha-Thank you so much…!

(Oh, yes!...We can gradually enter inside the Castle!)

Place:ベルンシュタイン城玉座の間 / Bernstein Castle The Throne

Yui: (Huh? Nobody is here. I wonder where Earl is.)

Reiji: As expected. Looks like our opponent doesn’t want to show up.

Yui: What?

Reiji: You didn’t realize anything? This strange atmosphere…..

*Earl’s common appearing Music Starts*

???: *Fake coughing* Uhm, Uhm…I am Walter. What the heck do you want, huh?

Reiji: At first I will want to see you. I can’t see your appearance from here.

Earl Walter: Good grief...it’s because you enter the caste of other people without any contract. It can’t be helped.

Reiji: Come to think of it. You can pretty much guess what we want right?

Yui: As I thought, this voice….I think this voice is somehow similar to the voice that I have heard in my dream…)

Reiji: Let me say it clearly. I want you to give her heart back.

Earl Walter: Fufu~ What kind of conversation if this.

Reiji: I see your point. Before that, shall we look at this thing here?

Yui: (The watch…)

Earl Walter: What the heck is that?

Reiji: I have received it for a certain reason. It’s a valuable item… ...the pocket watch of the time-end. (/ dimension) [終焉の懐時計] (1)

It’s said that only those who see it know the end of the time and they despair and go crazy...it’s a bad taste.

Earl Walter: It sounds very interesting only if your words are true.

Reiji: So, I am going to hand it over to you. ….Be careful at the moment you’ll open it.

Seems like Earl is not intending to show your appearance. Therefore, we will leave this watch here and go back.

Buttler: Understood. I’ll keep it in a specific place.

Reiji: Then, I’ll excuse myself. You, we are leaving.

Yui: Y-yes. But is it okay to leave the watch here?

Reiji: Don’t worry about it. It’s our chance to get to the treasure house to search your heart…

Yui: (I feel anxious but...let’s hurry as he said…)

Place: ベルンシュタイン城バルコニー / Bernstein Castle Balcony

Yui: (I ran following him but...Where’s the treasure house?)

(Entering to the Castle is not that easy like he said.)

Reiji: Perhaps it’s the other side of that door.

Yui: Is that so?

Reiji: According to my research information, yes.

Yui: (I knew he’s wonderful…)

But it's a treasure house after all...It depends how strict they are.

Reiji: Wrong, It seems to be a password, and it’s already being obtained.

Yui: Eh? Before anyone even noticed…?

Reiji: Fufu~ The road of snakes are only snakes, right? Leave it to me.

Yui: (Uuh...Reiji San is having so much for these facts but...I am rather worried…)

It’s unexpected that they had set a password for security.

Reiji: Yeah...it’s awkward not knowing what kind of trick it is.

There’s also a possibility that the guard will come to know we are invaders in this castle.

Yui: That’s…

Reiji: Oh my Oh my, don’t make such a pathetic face.

Since, you can trust me.

Yui: Yes...that’s right.

Reiji: Let’s enter…?

Yui: (Hm? Somehow his face looks a little depressed…)

Um...what’s the password?

**HAHAHA HE is blushing**

Reiji: I will. I will tell you but...let me take mental preparation.

Yui: I don’t mind it though…

Reiji: Good grief, what a bad sensation…

Yui: That’s...if you would like that I will say it instead of you?

Reiji: No, I won’t give you permission to —

Yui: (Wh—What kind of password is that actually?)

Reiji: It’s time we will go ——

Earl Walter: Oh my, are you already done saying it. This password is something lewd to get heard by your cute lover after, right?

Hahahah! However you managed to know that password pretty well. As expected from....Reiji Sakamaki. (Sakamaki Reiji)

Yui: Eh, do you know his name?

Earl Walter: Hahahah. Not only the name, I know everything about your future planning.

Unfortunate...Her heart is not here.

Reiji: Tch...You can see through everything, huh.

Yui: Then...where is my —!?

Earl Walter: Well, don’t get panicked and calm down. You came here to talk to me, right?

Reiji: Wh—!...You are right. Seems like you can give us time, so I am requesting it.

I will offer you that pocket watch. Therefore, ...I want you to give her heart back anyways.

Earl Walter: The truth is that this ‘pocket watch of demise’ is interesting...Once I lose it, I’ll never get a chance to get it back again.

But...Sakamaki Reiji. It suits you that you are the owner of this pocket watch...so, I am confused.

Reiji: What do you mean?

Earl Walter: I am not collecting treasures just because I want it.

If it comes out that the owner is not suitable for this watch, then I will receive it.

This watch was passed to you by your important person. Even though I am hesitating, I have gained enough qualities to achieve it.

For all of these, I can’t accept this from you. That was bad luck….Here, I will give it back.

Reiji: —Ugh...Understood.

Yui: (Then, does it mean that I am not appropriate to possess by heart?)

(Certainly I had to face many situations over time, but...I always think that I can overcome anything if Reiji San is with me…)

(I am proud of that…)

Reiji: It’s an honor to be complimented but…

But she is the perfect one to have that heart inside of her. ...Even a little, I think that.

Yui: Reiji San —!

Earl Walter: However, I can’t get convinced with just your words.

Reiji: Then Earl. If I convince you she’s the appropriate one, then will you give her heart back?

Earl Walter: You get the point.

Yui: But, saying it has to be ‘appropriate’...What should we basically do then? Won’t you give us any clue?

Earl Walter: Huh, I can’t give any clue. You have to behave that way so that it seems wonderful from many perspectives.

Yui: (Uuh...I haven’t understood like I should have supposed to understand.)

Reiji: I can’t agree with your deal at all. I told you, didn’t I? To me, she is the appropriate owner of the heart.

But Earl. You just tell something wrong. At this rate, we are just like opposites as parallel lines.

Earl Walter: Certainly you are right. … ...Well then, it’s a task that I assign to you.

Yui: If we clear that task, then will I get my heart?

Earl Walter: Yes, I promise. First, you have to help a person who is in trouble. Second, correct a person’s mistakes out there.

Earl Walter: Third is to win over an animal.

Yui: Is that all…?

Reiji: I don’t know why you want these, but...I agree. We will do it.

But, it will be good if we clear the second task, right?

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: Her willingness to help that vampire child who was troubled in the ferris wheel. ….You know it pretty well, am I wrong, Earl?

Earl Walter: Hmph…

Yui: But it was the incident before he promised, right? So, we can’t count that….

Reiji: No, it’s counted. At that time, Earl was watching our actions.

Yui: Ehh?

(Oh, it was mentioned that Earl was observing us. Was that his familiars or something?)

Earl Walter: Hahah. I see...You are so sharp. Yes, that’s correct.

Reiji: Not too fast. If the child who fell, then the surrounding people would be gathered.

It means that it goes far beyond the fact that it has prevented others from getting in trouble.

As a result, I flew and helped him out, but if she wouldn’t notice and took any action, I would have overlooked that child for sure.

Earl Walter: I got it, I got it. You have cleared the 1st task.

Yui: Ah...Thank you so much!

Reiji: Honestly, even though your heart was snatched, you often say such a ‘thank you’.

Yui: Uh..that’s right…

Earl Walter: Hahah, then, I am looking forward to it.

Reiji: We’ll try to finish and return back to you quickly.

Place: ディアマンテの泉 / Diamante Fountain

Yui: (We could think about Bernstein castle later, but…)

*Reiji comes by running*

Reiji: …….*Sighs*

Yui: (Since then, we are targeting task 2, and searching everywhere, but...looks like we have bad eye-sight.)

By the way, how did you notice that we have been observed by Earl in the ferris wheel?

Reiji: I had to bluff.

Yui: Eeh!?

Reiji: Doing naughty like following us or something, it’s only Earl’s job, right?

Yui: (That’s how it was but...it was good that he did manage to win.) *Blushing*

Reiji: We should speed up and clear up the tasks , then we’ll be able to enjoy our parade freely.

Yui: Y-yes —!

Reiji: Oh my, oh my. Knowing that we will have after hereafter, you are making such a childish face…. I am shocked though.

Yui: (But I’ll be with Reiji san all the time so,it’s obvious... Hm?)

Ah...the surroundings are so crowded but there’s only one place which is quiet…

Reiji: Maybe, it’s now our chance to catch the people who are doing bad things.

Yui: (Uh...There’s a possibility but I have a bad feeling about it.)

Reiji: Let us go. Fufu~ I wonder what kind of evil we’re going to meet.

Place: ザータンの口 / Zatan’s mouth

Yui: (It gets creepier if you get closer. It has a kinda human face…)

Reiji: “If you put your hand inside the mouth, it will answer your questions or doubts or tell you the truth”...I see.

Yui: It sounds quite interesting!

Reiji: Haa...only a carefree head can think that this is interesting, it’s likely you.

Yui: Uuh...it’s awful.

Reiji: Kuku~ What about putting your hands there. I hope those hands will be properly attached, so you can’t pull it out.

Yui: Oh, don’t make me frightened anymore…

Reiji: I am not. It's a demon world after all, so it’s not a surprise if such things happen.

Yui: (I am scared but...by any chance, we may get hints about our tasks.)

(More importantly…)

If you are with me, then I am gonna be fine, right?

*Reiji Blushing*

Reiji: Yes...that will be enough…

Yes: Fufu~ yes!

*After a while*

Yui: (I have put my hand but...what question shall I ask?)

Um...Where can we find evil people?

Reiji: Haah...what a foolish question it is.

Yui: Uuh, but I got no other cho—

Zatan’ mouth: Let’s see...It’s main street.

Yui: Kyaa—

(Inside the mouth...it’s holding my hands?)

Zatan’s mouth: Aah! I can see! In the dress shop, there’s a very evil guy!

Yui: R-really—?

Zatan’s mouth: Yes, that right! That’s why, just run and catch him there!!

Yui: (Ah...he just released my hand. Could it be that he has sensed something from my hand by using his fortune-telling power?)

I’m saying it but...shall we go there?

Reiji: You...please put your hand there one more time.

Yui: Eh, but…

Reiji: Something gets stuck inside it. Just do what I say!

Yui: Yes—!

*Yui placed her hand inside the mouth*

Yui: Excuse me...where can we find evil people?

Zatan’s mouth: Let’s see...it’s Saint Honore Park.

Yui: Eh?

Zatan’s mouth: The guy who’s riding the 3rd from the front in the roller-coaster!

Hurry up —Hurry up —! Catch him!!

Yui: (It’s completely different from what he said right ago...what should I do?)

Reiji: Kukuku~ I find him, the evil guy.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: Evil person who pretends to give appropriate information but misleads people in reality, he is right there.

Yui: Ah…

(He’s not good but...he still hasn't got that far to be called evil, right?)

Reiji: By the way, at the time you put your hand there, did you feel something?

Yui: I am not sure but something squeezed my hand tightly. That hand was big and probably a male’s hand.

Reiji: ….And you were quietly obedient there, huh?

Yui: Y-yes!

Reiji: Too defenseless...good grief. It was my fault to count on you.

*Reiji holds Yui’s hand*

Reiji: 1st of all, we’ll get out of here and move into an open space. Then, explain everything to me.

Yui: Y-yes!

(Uuh, it hurts! He’s squeezing my hand tightly!)

Reiji: Oh my, looks like I can’t let away this hand, not even for an instant.

Yui: (But I think...it makes me happy) *Blushing*

Place: ディアマンテの泉 / Diamante Fountain

Yui: Nh...this ice-cream looks delicious.

(Eating ice-cream while sitting in front of the fountain, it somehow sounds like everyone’s dating, it feels so good.)

Reiji: I see...at least, I am feeling refreshed.

Certainly the owner of the ice-cream had so much useful information, but I got tired hearing too many useless stories.

I had to cut out the conversation for the ice-cream, but if I wouldn’t do it, then I would still be there.

Yui: Th-thank you for trouble….

Reiji: Therefore, appreciate it.

Yui: Eh?

*Reiji is touching Yui*

Yui: (H-he’s holding my wrist —)

Reiji: Um…*licks her ice-cream*

It’s taste is so good. Seems like his ice-creams get sold not only for shop-keeper’s art of conversation, but also it’s taste.

Yui: Y-yes!

(Indirect kiss...Uuh...I am nervous…) *Blushing*

Reiji: Eat it quickly or it will melt. Do you want to spoil my efforts?

Yui: I- I will eat…!

Reiji: Oh my oh my, you're a very fidgety person. By the way, that Zatan’s mouth’s place.

Yui: Yes?

Reiji: According to that romor lover shopkeeper, in that society, there’s a time when people stop working from the very early morning.

I am sure that the people who were there at that time, are now out and absent in that society.

Yui: I see…

Reiji: At the moment of enter and exiting in the Zatan’s mouth, we’ll catch him.

But...we’re having some free time, shall we go back to the hotel at once?

Yui: ...Let’s go!

Place: ホテル•モーントシュタインバルコニー / Hotel • Mortstein Balcony

Yui: (I took a refreshing bath. And then all I do now is to feel the night breeze and go to bed.)

Reiji: What’re you doing here? You’ll catch a cold.

Yui: I’ll be fine! And look at the canal, it’s so pretty!

Reiji: You are right. It’s a beautiful scenery.

Yui: (I want to immerse myself into this night view, but I have my worries about tomorrow…)

(We have to catch that guy in the Zatan’s mouth and ask why did he lie?)

(Also tell him not to confuse people’s hearts like this…)

(I hope everything will go well, but it’s not going to be easy…)

Reiji: You are wrinkling your eyebrows. It’s okay to have worries in your head, but right now, relax yourself a little.

And at the same time, it won’t make sense if you don’t relax your shoulders a little.

Yui: I see...I am sorry.

Reiji: Wait a little…

Yui: (Eh?)

*Fades to CG*

Reiji: I think we should cheers, as we’re having a rare night view.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: It is called Vampire Juice. I don’t know if it tastes delicious to a human like you.

But...it’s a cheers with you, so...cheers.

*Cheers sound of glass*

Yui: Cheers. ….Thank you for today, Reiji San…

Reiji: Yeah! I had to get involved in many things, so I had wasted so much energy.

Yui: (Fufu~ Exchanging glass with Reiji San like this is a surprise. Looks like we both have grown-up.) ((Yui used the word “otona” means getting adult or grown-up))

Reiji: *Drinks* N...nh..ah...It’s better than usual. Is that because it’s of parade?

Yui: (But...to me, it tastes like usual juice.)

Reiji: *Drinking* ...Nh..nh...nh..

Yui: Reiji san, you don’t have to drink all at once…!

Reiji: Ah...I’m sorry but...I can’t stop..*drinks more* nh..n...

Yui: (He finished the whole glass in no time...somehow Reiji san’s behaving is becoming strange—)

Reiji: Fufu~ I am feeling great. It’s Vampire juice after all.

Yui: (Actually, what is the effect of drinking this juice?)

Reiji: ...Yui

Yui: Yes….!?

Reiji: Now...stay like this.

Yui: ...y-yes!...

Reiji: Not only now, but forever, stay inside my arms like this. Okay?

Yui: (I am happy but...it’s so embarrassing that I can’t say a thing)

Reiji: Kuku~ You are very lovely…*kiss*

Yui: Nh..!?

Reiji: What’s wrong? You can raise those voices even more…*kiss* nh

Yui: Re-Reiji San!?—

Reiji: Fufu~...I am not in the mood to let you go yet. Prepare yourself.

Yui: (Reiji San is somehow...different than usual…!)

(I want to enjoy this night view but...I am so nervous that I can’t help it…)

(But...it feels comfortable the way he wrapped arms around me...I am so happy…)

(Just like this, two of us in the future. And also tomorrow, we have to do our best)

—𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝟮

#Diabolik lovers #diabolik overs translations #lunatic parade reiji sakamaki #reiji sakamaki lunatic parade #lunatic parade reiji sakamaki chapter 2 #reiji sakamaki #lunatic parade #diabolik lovers lunatic parade

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 5 years ago

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Vlog 001

This is a rush job. I’m sorry in advance for all the typos and mistakes. I just had to do something to exorcise showering Rhett from my mind.

This was initially inspired by @galacticnocturne‘s addition to this post but as I wrote it, it kinda morphed a bit. So it’s not exactly that.

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“First of all, you’re gonna want to...”

“I can figure out how to shower!” Rhett snaps. It’s more for the entertainment value than from actual annoyance, but there is a bit of that too.

“Ok, fine! Fine,” Link says, smirking at Rhett from behind the see-through partition wall.

“I’m a man. I stay at hotels all the time,” Rhett adds before turning to inspect Link’s shower. He jiggles a knob and mutters, “That doesn’t do anything...” Suddenly, freezing cold water splashes onto his back, making him jump and yelp. He swallows down a curse and scrambles to adjust the temperature.

Link cackles, shaking the tripod he’s holding.

“Told you,” he says with a smug smile that is designed to make Rhett’s blood boil.

“Whatever,” Rhett mutters, looking at his own phone propped up on the famous shower window’s sill. “I bet he did that on purpose.”

Link laughs again, confirming Rhett’s suspicions.

He pushes down the faint feeling of annoyance. It’s good content. The fans will love it. That was how he was cajoled into this whole charade in the first place.

I really think you should come and take a shower at my house. The fans would eat that shit right up. Those had been Link’s exact words. Rhett had barely put up a fight. Link had been talking about his shower for too long. It had been fun at first—the whole saga of he and his neighbor—but it was getting old and Rhett knew he wouldn’t let it go until Rhett came over. And if they could monetize that, all the better.

But now that he is actually standing inside Link’s shower, he isn’t so sure anymore. He feels strangely exposed—vulnerable. Nowadays, when they film there is always a flurry of people around them. Rhett has grown used to it. There is safety in numbers. Now there are just the two of them, all alone, in Link’s bathroom. It feels different, more intimate. And then there’s the fact that he is almost naked—apart from the speedos he’d worn—and Link is fully clothed.

“I think you should’ve stripped too,” Rhett says. He’s finally managed to get the water to turn nice and warm and ducks his head under the showerhead. “Just out of solidarity.”

“Yeah? And then I would’ve gone outside in my undies and walked up my neighbor’s driveway? Sure, Rhett. Sounds like a great plan,” Link says and shakes his head.

Rhett shrugs and rubs his chest theatrically while stretching his back. The water feels nice. If he closes his eyes, he can almost forget he’s being watched. A deep satisfied sigh slips from his lips.

“Good, yeah?” Link asks. His voice is lower than before, almost breathless. Curious to see where Link is going with this angle, Rhett peeks from under his lids. The partition separating them is getting misty and wet, hard to see through, but Rhett can still tell that Link’s stepped closer.

“You gotta do the thing,” Link continues.

“The thing?”

“The routine. My routine,” Link answers. He’s getting impatient. Rhett can see it in the way he’s balancing on the balls of his feet, swaying forwards and backwards.

Rhett chuckles. “What, like this?” He takes a bottle of conditioner and squirts a big dollop of it on his palm.

“Wait, that’s—!” Link tries to stop him but it’s too late. Rhett’s already rubbing it all over his hair. He’s making a show of it, closing his eyes and twirling his fingers in his curls. Since he’s already here, he might as well give the fans a show.

Fans. Mmhmm, yeah right... Keep telling yourself that.

Rhett ignores the small voice at the back of his mind. He’s good at ignoring that voice. A master at it by this point, after doing it for the past 30-ish years.

“Rhett, what the fuck? That was conditioner!” Link whines.

“Oh no, was it not yet time for the ner-ner?” Rhett asks mockingly, winking at his phone camera.

“This is not what we talked about. Do it properly!”

“Just an honest mistake. Let me wash it off,” Rhett says with a crooked smile. “I use this to wash my body, right?” he confirms just to annoy Link further and runs his palms down his chest.

“Rhett!” Link snaps. He sounds properly distressed but that only seems to spur Rhett on. His hands dip lower, traveling slowly over his stomach, rubbing the run-off of the conditioner into his skin. For a beat, he gets lost in it, lost in the warm flowing water and the feel of his palms against the slick skin.

There’s a faint sound and Rhett peeks at Link from the corner of his eyes. Did Link just whimper? No, he must have heard wrong. The pipes must be making strange noises. Link’s eyes are wide and his hand is trembling. There is no way anything he’s filming right now will be usable.

Rhett continues down his legs, taking the time to thoroughly wash his thighs and calves before finally, bending all the way down to rub his toes. He doesn’t see from this angle but he knows Link is still watching him. He can feel it.

“Rhett, please... Just—” Link whispers as Rhett’s hands drag up his legs. Rhett feels warm all over. Must be the water. The fact that the warmth seems to be concentrated around his groin means nothing.

Rhett’s hands climb back up and as a joke, he lets his fingers graze his nipples. He shouldn’t be surprised to find them perked up and sensitive, but he is, and he can’t stop the small gasp that escapes him. He should feel ashamed, embarrassed, flustered. And he is. He surely he is. But somehow that just makes it better. Makes him keep touching himself like this.

Link’s gone quiet. All Rhett can hear is his breathing—heavy, ragged breathing. Rhett screws his eyes closed and lets his hands move down again. His belly is soft and still a bit slippery from the conditioner. He doesn’t mind the little bit of tummy he still has despite his new vigorous gym routine. It’s nice. Absentmindedly he wonders if Link thinks it’s nice too. Nevertheless, he rubs it appreciatingly in small circles that inch closer and closer to his waistline.

Rhett’s fingers slip under the waistband of his speedos.

A loud slam startles him from his dreamlike state and his head whips towards Link. Link’s palm is pressed against the steam-covered glass. Rhett stares at the hand, feeling confused. Did he hit it? Link’s other hand is hanging limply on his side. The camera and the tripod are on the floor.

“Rhett,” Link murmurs and presses his forehead against the glass wall, as well. His voice is strained—he almost sounds like he’s in pain. His eyes flutter closed for a moment but then he opens them and licks his lips. His gaze is piercing. He’s staring at Rhett who is still standing under the streaming water, hand halfway down his pants. The blue of Link’s eyes shines through the misty glass and he speaks again. It’s so quiet, Rhett almost doesn’t hear it. But it’s there. The faintest of pleas. “Can I?”

The rush of power Rhett feels is almost overwhelming.

“Can you what?” he asks, voice low, and dips his hand further into his wet pants. Link’s gaze is trained on his crotch and the deeper Rhett goes the more Link’s mouth opens. He doesn’t say anything, he just pants into the glass, puffing warm air onto it, misting it further.

“How did it go? Your shower instruction. If it hides...?” Rhett coaxes.

“...expose it,” Link says the words as if he’s been enchanted.

“Aah, that’s right,” Rhett murmurs and yanks down his speedo. It’s been thoroughly drenched, so it’s tight and barely moves down. But the few inches he manages is enough. Rhett’s swollen cock bounces free and Link lets out a whimper. This time Rhett doesn’t suspect it’s the pipes. Link’s hand no longer hangs free, it’s pressed against the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

Looking Link right in the eyes, Rhett yanks the speedo down his thighs and steps out of it, letting it hit the shower floor with a wet plop.

“And then? If it flops...?” Rhett asks swaying his hips just enough to make his dick bop slightly between his legs. Link swallows so hard, Rhett can almost see a cartoon-like ‘gulp’ written on the steam next to his flushed face.

“...lift it,” Link gasps.

“Like this?” Rhett confirms and grabs his cock, lifting it towards his stomach as he strokes it slowly. The groan that spills from his lips is drowned out not by the rushing water but Link’s needy growl.

“Mmh,” Rhett moans, keeping his hand moving. “I don’t think it’s clean enough yet. Any suggestions?”

The rush of movement startles Rhett and he almost slips. His head dips under the water and for a moment, he’s blinded by the shower. When he gets his bearings, the place where Link stood is empty, except for his jacket, that lays crumpled on the floor next to the tripod.

Link’s in the shower. Rhett’s breath catches. Link’s on his knees in the shower.

“I can help,” he says staring up at Rhett. Water is bouncing off of Rhett’s body, raining down on Link. His blue t-shirt is slowly getting drenched. Rhett reaches for Link’s face and his knees almost buckle from the way Link lifts his chin and leans into Rhett’s touch.

“Yeah? You wanna show me how it’s done?”

“Please,” Link whimpers. Rhett takes hold of his chin and pulls his mouth open. Link’s tongue slips out of his mouth and settles against his bottom lip. He looks up at Rhett, eyes fluttering. Water running down his face is making his eyelashes stick together. He looks like he stepped right out of Rhett’s favorite porn. He looks filthy. Gorgeous. Fuckable and sweet. All at the same time.

“So, fucking sexy,” Rhett murmurs and presses his thumb on Link’s tongue. There’s a glottal throat sound that makes Rhett’s cock twitch and his legs tremble. He rubs Link’s tongue with his finger and reaches with his other hand to snatch his glasses and sets them on the window sill. He sees the phone, realizes it’s still recording but does nothing to stop it. It’s only from the chest up after all. And he definitely will want to relive what’s about to happen.

“Show me how you work that mouth, boy.”

#rhink #rhink fic #Appa writes fic #lemon #a bit #goddamn Rhett #and his goddamn thirst trapping shower scene #ajffljdsflg #I will not survive tomorrow

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bpro-cardstories · 5 years ago

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Yuta Ashu SR

2019 ー Copy Cat [真似っこ]

“Wrong~, that’s not it…. I also want to be caressed by Tsubasa-chan while falling asleep ♪″

『 Event: Doki Doki!? Winter Romance (16th - 23rd January 2019) 』

Part 1

Tatsuhiro: ‘Quite the snow storm tonight, too, huh…’

Yuta: ‘Will the shooting be alright tomorrow? The staff seems to have it tough everyday.’

Tsubasa: ‘That is true. According to the weather forecast this evening, tomorrow morning it will brighten up, so I think it will be fine but…’

Yuta: ‘Really? Then it’s safe but if that’s the case it might be a bit disappointing…’

Tomohisa: ‘Disappointing? That surely is a surprising response. Yuta, didn’t you say you want be outside for longer?’

Yuta: ‘Yeah, that’s right however.... This situation where you can’t see the snow storm outside might be fun as well to be honest.’

Haruhi: ‘Ah, I get you! It’s a feeling you can’t experience in Tokyo!!’

Yuta: ‘Right, right! Is this what you call “unusual”?’

Yuta: ‘Besides, when you are in a pension in the snowy mountains and a snow storm is outside, in animes and movies, something definitely happens, right!’

Tomohisa: ‘Now that you mention it, you two spoke about this as well yesterday.’

Yuta: ‘Because even in a two hour drama such situation is common. Due to the snow storm you can neither escape nor call for help, it’s a convenient situation for the criminal!’

Haruhi: ‘I also saw that in dramas! In such situations it’s already too late, everyone in the house is suspicious so you slowly become suspicious of everything.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘That works in fiction but the reality is different.’

Yuta: ‘You’re right! But still, the feeling of 「Something might happen」is a bit thrillingーー’

Right in that moment they hear a loud noise.

Yuta: ‘Aah…!! Did you hear that just now!?’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Yeah, that was kind of loud.’

Tomohisa: ‘I wonder if something might have fallen down because of the strong wind… Should we go and take a look?’

Tsubasa: ‘Then I will go. Everyone, please stay here.’

Yuta: ‘What are you saying, Tsubasa-chan! You can’t let girls do such dangerous thing!!’

Tsubasa: ‘But…’

Yuta: ‘Leave it to me! I played through all kinds of simulations!’

Part 2

Tsubasa: ‘...Yuta-kun is taking long.’

Tomohisa: ‘It takes quite some time to just take a look, huh.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Was it bad to let him go alone, since he was awfully enthusiastic….’

Haruhi: ‘I’m a bit worried after this talk. I’ll go take a loーー’

When he is about to go out, they are acquainted with someone or rather, something.

Haruhi: ‘Uwaah!?’

Tomohisa: ‘Haruhi….!’

Haruhi: ‘....Eh? A c-cat…? What’s a cat doing here…’

Yuta: ‘Ah! There it is! Sorry, I held it in my arms but it escaped...Guuhh!’

Tsubasa: ‘Yuta-kun, are you fine? Wah...Your hands are bright red and cold…!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Could it be, you were outside the whole time?’

Yuta: ‘Ehehe… When I looked outside from the glass window in the entry hall I saw this little one walking around in the snow. It looked like it tried to get inside the pension by scratching at various places. Since the skis fell down nearby, that must have been the sound from earlier.’

Tomohisa: ‘To have been outside in this snow storm… It’s good that Yuta found it.’

Yuta: ‘Yep. Though when it was inside, the cat ran from place to place, it was really difficult.’

Haruhi: ‘I’m glad Yuta-kun is all safe. You took so long, so we got worried. I was about to go looking for you.’

Yuta: ‘Is that so? Hehe, I’m sorry. And thanks.’

Tomohisa: ‘Speaking of which, Yuta found another cat before, right. I wonder if this was fated to happen?’

This small comment makes Yuta happy, and makes him blush.

Yuta: ‘Ah~, that might be true! Earlier Tomo-kun consulted me about that.’

Haruhi: ‘Eh... This little one doesn’t seem to be fine. It might be hungry.’

Tsubasa: ‘That is true, if it is milk we still have some, I think… Shall we give it some?’

Yuta: ‘Hmm, milk… It seems that there are cats that aren’t good with milk, it destroys their stomach.’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh, that is no good…! I’m very sorry, I did not know…!’

Yuta: ‘Don’t be! Me too, I had the image of milk when speaking of cats. I remembered that I learned about various things about food when I tried to keep a cat. It’s fine to give them boiled eggs or chicken fillets.’

Tsubasa: ‘I see. If it is eggs, we have a lot here. Shall we make boiled eggs for the time being? Let us take a look at other ingredients as well.’

Yuta: ‘Thanks, Tsubasa-chan! Can I go with you?’

Tsubasa: ‘Of course.’

Yuta: ‘Hm?’

Yuta: ‘....You will wait here obediently, right? We will make you yummy food and bring it you.’

Yuta: ‘Yep, yep, that’s a good answer!’

Part 3

Some time passed after Yuta found the cat and it already feels comfortable with him. He is very happy about this development.

Tomohisa: ‘ーーAt first it always tried to escape when someone approached it but now it seems to have become completely attached to Yuta.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘The cat’s docile and let’s him caress it. Doesn’t it like Yuta.’

Yuta: ‘Ehehe, if that’s so then I’m happy. Now that it ate the cat probably feels safe.’

Haruhi: Moreover… Where in the world does this little one come from? Since it’s wearing a collar it can’t be a stray cat.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘There’s another pension nearby, maybe it’s coming from there? Or a tourist brought it along?’

Tsubasa: ‘I will try to talk to the manager tomorrow morning. ...You surely want to see your owner again, right?’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, how cute. But, you seem to be sleepy. You are a good one…’

Yuta: ‘Waah, how nice. I’m jealous~!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Jealous you say, but didn’t you caress it until a second ago.’

Yuta: ‘Wrong~, that’s not it…. I also want to be caressed by Tsubasa-chan while falling asleep ♪’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh?’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Ha?’

Tomohisa: ‘Yuta….?’

That comment brings out different reactions from everyone. While Tsubasa and Tomohisa are visibly perplexed, Tatsuhiro has to blush at those direct words.

Yuta: ‘Because it looks to feel good! Is it no good?’

Tsubasa: ‘Ehm, how should I say….’

Yuta: ‘Then, it’s alright! Come on, Tsubasa-chan, think of me as a cat from now on, meow ♪’

Haruhi: ‘Yuta-kun, how mean! It looks interesting so I wanna join too, meow!’

Tsubasa: ‘E-Eh, you two…!?’

Yuta: ‘Purr, purr ~’

Haruhi: ‘Meow, meow~’

Yuta: ‘Ah, isn’t it better to make the hands rounder? More like a cat, meow?’

Haruhi: ‘Oh, like this, meow?’

Their little imitation game finds a sudden end when a staff member comes in unexpectedly. Both are very embarrassed by it and try to cover it up somehow.

Staff: ‘Everyone, good joーb.’

Yuta: ‘!?’

Staff: ‘....Yuta-kun and Haruhi-kun, what are two doing?’

Yuta: ‘Ehm~, this is...a punishment game!’

Haruhi: ‘R-Right! You have to imitate a cat!’

Staff: ‘Ahaha, I see. Interesting as always, huhー’

Staff: ‘Ah, right, we are happy to have a meeting with you tomorrow before the shooting. Ok then, until tomorrow!’

Yuta: ‘Haa~, that surprised me just now…’

Haruhi: ‘They didn’t think of us as weird, right!?’

Tatsuhiro: ‘No, rather than weird, more like weird as usual.’

Yuta: ‘But, I didn’t think a staff member would just come in.’

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu. Perhaps, in this situation you were able to deceive them skillfully.’

Tomohisa: ‘However, because it will trouble Tsubasa, shall we stop with the pranks, Yuta.’

Yuta: ‘Yeーs, I’m sorry!!’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, but you two were cute with your cat imitation.’

Yuta is incredibly happy to hear those words from her, with a deep blush he suggests another idea.

Yuta: ‘Really!? Then, next time, let’s do it together, just the two of us!’

Haruhi: ‘Then me too!!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Geez… Don’t get carried away.’

Yuta: ‘Ehehe, it was cute, so it’s alright!’

END

#b project #b-project #yuta ashu #thrive #myps #card:2019

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dongboner2999 · 6 years ago

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Strangers ch. 26

You see Xiumin again, and the drama is off to an interesting start.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff

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Yoongi freezes. “Wh-what?”

His bewilderment is so adorable that you can’t possibly keep from laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, oh my god.”

Yoongi exhales loudly, as though he had been holding his breath. “Dumbass, you scared me.”

You pout. “Is the idea of kissing me that terrifying?” You’re joking, of course.

When Yoongi speaks his voice is low, half strangled.

“I mean, we’ll both only be acting, right?”

You blink once, twice. “Right, only acting...” you scratch your head, chuckling weakly. His flat tone is off-putting somehow. “Man, once this drama starts your fans are gonna keep going off–”

“Keep?”

Uh-oh. You instantly realize your mistake, backpedaling clumsily.

“I mean, I just meant, uh... you know, I guess ARMYs can be kind of... harsh? I’m only assuming,” you rush to add.

“Y/n... have you been getting hate from our fans?”

You gulp. Yoongi doesn’t follow you on Twitter, since he’s only online with the BTS account. If he hears the type of comments you’ve been receiving, he’ll worry, and his dorky ass might actually try to do something about it.

“Are you kidding? Of course not. I’d tell you if anything was bothering me,” you laugh, booping his nose playfully. The falsehood tugs at you, wrestling with your conscience, but you refuse to let it get to you. Of every lie you’ve told, this one isn’t bad.

“Anyways, I have hella homework and now that I have, you know, my own bed again...” you shift your weight from side to side. “Thanks again for letting me stay with you by the way.” I was in a bad place, the worst place, and you gave me everything. “I really appreciate it.”

Yoongi reaches out and rubs his thumb against the Starry Night bead resting at the hollow of your throat. “Of course, y/n, what are friends for?”

“Nerd.” You smile widely before shoving your hands in your coat pockets. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah.”

Too jittery to ask for a ride, you turn and begin walking the familiar road back home.

“Y/n, wait!” You feel Yoongi grip your elbow and when you turn around, you very suddenly find your face an inch from his, his eyes devouring you, and his lips so, so, close...

Yoongi smirks. “Kidding. Catch you later, y/n.”

You swallow. “Right. Later.”

You spin on your heel and hightail it back to your apartment. What was that? Did he try to kiss you? Was he getting you back for teasing him earlier? And why, oh why did some very small part of you really want to kiss him, want to press your lips against his and–

Idiot. No. No no no no. If anyone in the whole wide world is off limits, then it’s him. Yoongi. The man with the big “DO NOT TOUCH” on his heart, so to speak. You can’t like him, never ever, and certainly not now, at the peak of his career.

Besides, you only felt that way because he was an idol, right? Right? Up until you met the guy, all you wanted was to marry him. And, of course, after acting out that scene for the audition– it’s only natural.

You shake your head, remembering the shiver that ran down your spine when his lips neared yours. What was happening to you? As you lie in bed, half asleep, your thoughts drift to what your life has become.

“Bitch.”

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Talentless, worthless, pathetic.”

The voices swirl around you, the insults flying like gusts of wind, and they tear at your frame, shoving you, forcing you to your knees and when you try to speak it feels like your words are sucked straight out of your lungs.

“Stop it!” You try to scream, but no noise leaves your mouth. “I didn’t do anything wrong! Stop it!”

“You touched him.”

“You talked to him.”

“You kissed him.”

“He’s ours!”

“Ours, ours, ours, ours, o-”

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

“Aah!” You bolt upwards, chest heaving, your forehead damp with sweat. You reach for your phone to shut off the alarm– your neighbors probably hate you by now.

Ugh, you’re sleepy, but you’ve got things to do. What else is new? It’s been... what, the third day in a row that you’ve gotten four hours of sleep? As you stand up, you feel a sudden dizziness. A few seconds later it passes, and you can go about your day.

And by day, you mean coffee. After you quit working at the cafe, your daily dose of caffeine had become more expensive– to the point where you finally gave in and bought a cheap coffee machine. Which, of course, has suddenly decided to stop working.

You watch the machine sputter and gasp, resulting in two drops of coffee and one headache. Great. You start filming for Moon Over the Sea today and you really can’t afford any mishaps. Especially if you’re filming with Yoongi.

No mishaps means caffeine. Caffeine means cafe. Cafe means...

Xiumin.

You shake your head and breathe deeply– you’re going to have to see your ex eventually, and your old cafe is on the way to the studio. It’s the only place you can stop if you want to get there on time.

The familiar bell jingles and you’re once more drawn into your old life– a life before you met Min Yoongi; a life when your love of BTS stemmed from music videos and interviews, not games and banter; a life when you were only an overworked acting student and not despised by thousands of ARMYs. A life when Xiumin was nothing more than a friendly coworker.

You walk to the counter, where a painfully familiar head of hair is making a drink.

“Hi, can I help y- oh.” His voice makes your heart stutter, because it’s Xiumin, he made you breakfast and visited you in the hospital and cheated on you with a girl he called beautiful...

In your head you’re punching him. Out loud, you merely steel yourself– “Hi, can I get a double espresso?” No please. He doesn’t deserve a please.

“Uh...” Xiumin swallows nervously, and you feel a small rush of satisfaction. “Yeah. It’s been a while, huh?”

Your smile remains frozen on your face. “My double espresso?”

Xiumin doesn’t move. “Y/n, come on, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My espresso would be nice though.”

“I miss you.”

At his words you expect pain, you expect longing– you expect to want him back. And yet...

Your mind wanders to Yoongi. When you told him what happened with Xiumin, you saw his face: pure rage was reflected in those dark eyes.

“You deserve better,” he’d said during one of your long winded, alcohol-fueled rants.

He was right; you did deserve better. Is that why, now, you don’t feel a twinge in your heart on seeing your ex?

“Y/n, please, come back to me. Things can be just like how they were.”

His voice shakes you from your stupor, and your careful grip on your emotions loosens.

“How they were? Tell me, Xiumin, how exactly were things? Because I seem to recall a supposedly monogamous relationship in which we told each other everything, and I’m guessing you only recall how desperate you were to get your dick wet.”

Xiumin opens his mouth and you raise your eyebrows in response. “Answer me, I dare you.”

“You know, I could sue you for my birds,” he growls finally. “And my car. That’s property damage. I could sue you for every penny you’ve made from those ads, and that music video.”

You pause. What is he talking about? “Property damage?”

He scoffs. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You ruined my car!”

Delusional. “Whatever you say, Xiumin. Can you actually do your job and give me my coffee now?”

With an icy glare, he thrusts your espresso into your hands. As you saunter out, you turn and call to him: “Enjoy losing the one person in your life who could actually remember your name!”

He flips you off in response and, with that weight off your shoulders, your gait turns sprightly as you make your way to the studio. You arrive at 8am on the dot, and spy a familiar figure among the many milling around and awaiting direction.

You approach and tap him on the shoulder. “Yoongles~”

“Huh?” He turns around and it’s not him, it’s a face that’s very much not your Yoongi, it’s someone else, and you called him Yoongles–

“Oh! I’m, uh, sorry!” You turn and scuttle, cheeks flaming; you just bothered what must have been Yoongi’s body double, you’re such an idiot.

“You too, hm?” You hear a low chuckle and notice the real Yoongi leaning against a wall. “You’re the fifth person who thought he was me. Shit, I was confused when I saw the guy!”

You laugh with embarrassment. “Some friend I am.”

“Hey,” Yoongi leans forward and boops your nose. “You’re a good friend. Really.”

You blush. A world famous idol thinks you’re a good friend, even when all you’ve done is lie and pretend. How did you get so lucky? “Shut your face hole, nerd,” you reply, poking him before you get too sappy.

Yoongi opens his mouth to reply when you hear two loud claps echoing through the loud studio.

“Okay! Hello, cast and crew of Moon Over the Sea! I’m your director, Avery.” An elegant women with a curious accent speaks over the general chatter.

“You may notice I have an accent– that’s because I was raised in America. Now, we’re on a tight schedule so I expect all of you to work hard and productively for the next for months to make this drama the best it can be!”

The present company claps politely. “She seems nice,” you whisper.

“Here’s to hoping,” Yoongi murmurs in reply.

Avery consults a clipboard. “Now, for the scenes today I will need the following actors.” She reads aloud a list of names and you only tune in at “...Min Yoongi, and l/n y/n. The rest of the cast may go home– we’ll need everyone tomorrow, so be here bright and early.”

The studio empties out and the hair and makeup crews retreat to their respective areas. There are several extras and about a dozen named actors left after the movement ceases. Some of them you even recognize. You feel more than a little starstruck– you’re definitely the least attractive person here.

“As you know, this drama is inspired by the time-honored classic of Pride and Prejudice,” Avery continues. “Our leads will be played by Park Bo-young and Park Hyung-sik–” she nods at the familiar-looking actors and you blink hard, half blinded by the physical perfection. “– but the rest of you still have important stories to tell.”

You nod along, enraptured, and you see Yoongi smirk at you. He’s probably used to all the glitz and glam, but you’re savoring it– who knows how long it’ll last?

“For that reason, we’re filming Kim Ji-woo and Moon Sung-min first.” You jump at the summons of your character. “The scene is set for their first meeting, at the Sung family ball. I expect all actors and extras to be in costume and in character in the next half-hour. Go!”

Half an hour later you find yourself well dressed and slightly out of breath in a very realistic studio ballroom. Yoongi, infinitely more well dressed and not at all out of breath, nudges you.

“You look pretty,” he whispers.

“Not in comparison to literally everyone else,” you reply.

Yoongi looks like he’s about to say something when Avery approaches, barking orders at extras. “You and you, there. You, go there. Bo-young, you play Hyeon, and you’re y/n’s younger sister, so stand a bit behind her. You know your lines, yes? Good. Let’s start with Bo-young’s line. Ready, and... action!”

There’s a clap and the cameras begin rolling. In the grandly decorated ballroom, the extras talk quietly amongst themselves. You and Bo-young stand tall in your dresses.

“I do believe Moon Sung-min is looking at you, sister,” Bo-young says teasingly.

You glance up momentarily and catch Yoongi’s eye. He’s gazing at you intensely, eyes alight with interest.

You quickly blush and look away. “You’re mistaken. He’s far above us–”

“Which is why you should talk to him. Imagine the look on Mother’s face when she sees you with one of the wealthiest men here.”

“Hyeon!” you laugh. “Please, I could never!”

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going to have a choice, Ji-woo. He’s coming over~” Bo-young sings. “I’m going to go dance with the others. Have fun!”

“Sister–”

It’s too late, the fake crowd has swallowed her whole, and suddenly Yoongi is right in front of you and every cell in your body feels tense, nervous, as if it really is your first time meeting him.

“Hello. Miss Kim, yes?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his voice.

“Y-yes,” you reply, sweeping your skirts in a deep curtsy. “And you must be Mr. Moon Sung-min. Are you enjoying the ball?”

Yoongi’s voice dips low, laced with longing. “Much more now, I think.”

“Cut! Great, guys.” Avery’s voice draws you back to reality, back to a world where the man in front of you isn’t meant for you. “Let’s take it from the top– that chemistry was crackling. I’m sure we’ll get it perfect in the next few takes.”

Suddenly an assistant holding a buzzing phone scurries up to Avery and hands it to her. With a nod of apology to the cast, she answers.

“Hello? Yes, this is she... What? Hang on, we have that area scheduled for filming on those dates. Who–” Avery’s voice turns icy. “I understand. What other times are available...? Oh, you’re kidding. Okay. Okay. Yes, crystal clear. Thank you, goodbye.”

As she hangs up she sighs deeply. “This is gonna mean a lot of emails.”

“What happened?” You ask.

“We have a number of outdoor scenes scheduled in a few weeks and we reserved an area for filming, but someone bought out the space. They can move our time, but... it’s a pain. We’ll have to redraw the filming schedule and move those scenes forward.”

“How forward?”

Avery grimaces. “Starting tomorrow. Congrats, Yoongi, y/n– we’re filming your first kiss tomorrow. Alright everyone, let’s get back to work!”

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vianna-orchidia · 5 years ago

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Day 27 - Save Me

Inktober Day 27: Coat

The wind was particularly cold tonight.

Kaoru hugged his body in order to seek warmth, but the movement only brought pain on the bruises covering his body. For a second he wondered if there's any broken bones inside there—but then he laughed it off. He's going to die anyway. It didn't matter.

If only he could ask those heretics to finish him off right away, he wouldn't need to deal with this prolonged pain and cold weather. As weakened as he was now, Kaoru knew it would take more than a night of cold weather and empty stomach to kill him. If he's lucky, maybe three more days? How troublesome. There's also the possibility of being an easy target to a wild beast, in which he might see his end a lot earlier but also a lot more painfully.

Even though one of his lifetime wish was to die beautifully like his mother. In the sea, if possible.

Kaoru slowly closed his eyes. Ah, was that a flash of his life he could see behind his eyelids? That was when he got sent to the monastery right after his mother's death, after his magic powers went wild under the emotional stress. That was when he finished the exorcist education and got his first badge. That was when he flirted with the ladies in his first expedition. That was when he chose to save the injured demon lady instead of killing her, which led to a series of punishment from the church. That was when the higher-ups finally decided he had violated too many laws and sent him to the land of anti-church faction, telling him to 'take care of the group' while in truth they just wanted to get rid of him.

He had gone through a lot, huh?

Would life had been easier if he had just obeyed all the rules and laws?

The breath that left his lips as he laughed was shaking.

Kaoru's consciousness was starting to fade away when all of a sudden, he could hear footsteps. It brought him back to a state of awareness, but he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be unconscious.

"Wha— Oi! There's someone here!"

A loud voice, followed by more footsteps. Two... No, three people in total. Kaoru tried to keep his heart from beating too loud, but something nagged at the back of his mind. He recognized this scent.

The scent of darkness. These people are demons.

Kaoru cursed his unluckiness—he had considered the possibility of getting eaten by a beast, but demons? That was way out of his prediction. He's clearly not in a condition to fight one, much less three demons at once. He could only hope they'd leave him alone, which might be possible since he couldn't feel any animosity from these demons.

"Someone from the church? What is he doing here?"

"Hmm..."

One of the demons crouched down near Kaoru. Kaoru's eyes snapped open, just a second before he felt long fingers brushing his bangs aside. Those fingertips were slightly cold to touch, even through the gloves, but the movement itself was gentle. And those red eyes, glowing under the moonlight, were as gentle as his hand.

"Aah, I see you're awake," the demon said. "Your injuries are serious. Do you know where your companies are? Can you speak?"

What a beautiful voice. Kaoru quickly realized this demon was the type that didn't fancy waging useless war against humans. The type he'd usually ignore, despite orders from the council.

Not really trusting his voice to work, Kaoru shook his head. "There's no company," he whispered. "They sent me here to die."

"Haa?!" the other demon, the one who found him first, suddenly yelled in anger. "I thought ya'll one hell of an organization!"

"Wanko," the red-eyed demon sighed. "Let's not make a ruckus. We don't need any more trouble here, understood?"

"...tch."

Hmm. So this red-eyed demon was of higher position than the other two, Kaoru concluded in his mind.

"Sakuma-senpai, what should we do? We can't leave him like this," the last demon, one with rough and deep voice, finally spoke up. There was palpable concern in his tone and honestly it felt weird to Kaoru. Actually, yes, they could leave him like that. He's just some troublesome stranger to them.

The demon called Sakuma was silent for a while. His ruby eyes bore down onto Kaoru's grey ones, as if looking for the answer there—but before Kaoru could say something about that, the demon took his coat off and draped it on Kaoru's body. He then slid his arms under Kaoru's body to pick him up. The whole movement was so smooth and graceful that Kaoru wondered if his body really weighed anything to this demon.

Wait. Why was he carrying him?

"Adonis-kun is right," Sakuma smiled down at Kaoru. He must have noticed the question bubbling in him. "Let's take this one home."

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shuu Dark [Epilogue]

ー The scene starts with the night sky

Yui: ...

...It’s a little late for that, Shuu-san.

Please don’t tell me we’d be better off without each other after we’ve come so far...

Shuu: ...

Yui: I like you, Shuu-san. Therefore...I want to be by your side.

It’s...as simple as that.

Shuu: ...Then.

ー He kisses her

Shuu: Nn...

Yui: ...

Shuu: ...What exactly is it you like so much about me?

Yui: What, you ask...?

( He wants me to tell him, right? It’s embarrassing to admit it up-front though... )

Shuu: Cat got your tongue?

Yui: ...It’s just one example but how you’re surprisingly dependable?

Shuu: Hm...What else?

Yui: Also...Despite what you may say, you’re properly looking after your siblings from the sidelines (1), maybe?

Ah, I also like your love for music.

Shuu: What’s with that weird reason...?

Yui: I mean, you just look so happy whenever you’re listening to music. I like watching you make a pleased expression.

Shuu: ...What more?

Yui: Furthermore...

( It’s a little embarrassing to admit this but... )

Shuu: Don’t go quiet on me. Tell me everything.

Yui: ...I don’t dislike being treated roughly...every now and then.

Shuu: ...You actually liked that sorta stuff, didn’t you?

Yui: O-Of course, that was only because you were the one doing it, okay!?

Besides...Even if you force yourself on me, when you kiss me, it’s always gentle like just now...

Shuu: ...

...It’s rare for you to be this straightforward.

Usually you stubbornly refuse because you find it too embarrassing.

Yui: It’s still embarrassing even now but...If I don’t make myself clear, I thought my feelings wouldn’t convey to you...

( I want him to understand, because I love him. )

Shuu: ...I see.

I guess I might not have known if you didn’t make yourself clear.

But now you got the message across clearly. Your body can no longer live without me, can it?

Yui: ...

( I can’t deny it, but when he puts it like that, it’s kind of difficult to nod my head as well... )

Shuu: Being straightforward about ones feelings, huh? That just isn’t my cup of tea.

I guess that’s why you say things like before.

Yui: Like before...?

Shuu: That you didn’t quite know how I feel about you.

...I have things on my mind. However, this doesn’t convey to others because I won’t voice my thoughts out loud. That’s basically it, no?

Yui: Yeah...Probably.

( They won’t tell me. They won’t talk to me...Those are the kind of things that makes one grow anxious, right? )

Shuu: I won’t deny that I rarely ever speak my mind. However, insteadーー

I’ve always tried to show it with my actions. Like this ーー Nn...

Yui: Nn...

( Shuu-san’s kisses really are gentle... )

Shuu: Nn...

It’s no different...when I suck your blood. To be capable of driving me this crazy with just your blood aloneーー Nn...

ー He bites her

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You were honest about your feelings towards me. Therefore, it’s only fair I give you a response this way, no? Haha...”

“If you like me that much, don’t let go of this arm. If you won’t, then I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

Shuu: Nn...Phew...!

Yui: Shuu-sa...

Shuu: ...No, it’s not just your blood.

With those expressions and sounds of yours...You’re the only one capable of making me feel this way.

Nn, nn...

Haah...See? It’s much easier to express myself through actions like this, rather than wasting a bunch of words on it.

Do you not understand?

Yui: ...No.

( I don’t believe I’m irrelevant to Shuu-san. That part is very clear...However. )

I’m sure it’d be difficult to convey...To anyone but me.

Shuu: Most likely. I wouldn’t do this to any other person after all.

Yui: That’s why I think it’s still important to be straightforward about the things which must be said...

Shuu: ...I know.

I realize that I often don’t say the things I should because it becomes a bother at some point in my thought process.

I’m pretty sure the fact I had to spend an awful long time with a rather bothersome younger brother plays a part in it as well but...I guess I shouldn’t still be blaming it on him.

In the end, it’s still my personal issue. I’m aware of that.

I get this irritated, exactly because I know my own faults.

I’m at a loss what I should do myself as well. That’s probably why I never spoke a word of it to you either.

Not because I don’t trust you or anything.

Yui: Shuu-san...

...Thank you very much.

Shuu: Hah. Where does that come from?

Yui: I’m happy. That you talked about yourself to me...

( Hearing him speak so openly about himself, reminded me once more. That I...really do love Shuu-san. )

( I fell for him as he is, so I should have probably figured that trying to force him to act a certain way would be seen as meddling. )

( Shuu-san was trying to figure things out on his own, so I should have minded my own business instead of attempting to mediate the relationship between him and Reiji as well. )

( I still want to support Shuu-san. )

( However, I’ll stop doing things Shuu-san did not wish for himself. )

Shuu-san, what are you going to do next?

Shuu: Who knows...Guess I’ll return to the human world for now.

If I return to the castle without a proper solution, I’m sure I’ll just get stuck in the same vicious circle. I should take a step back and go clear my head.

Yui: ...Are you sure?

Shuu: Are you asking me if I’m really that reluctant to go back?

Yui: I-I didn’t mean it like that...!

But isn’t it dangerous? If you go back to the manor, you might be attacked by wolves again...

Shuu: Wolves...Aah, speaking of which, that sorta thing happened, didn’t it?

I’ve already got something in mind for that. Don’t worry.

Yui: ( I’m still worried regardless... )

( However, that is what Shuu-san wants to do, right? In that case, I won’t stop him against his own will either. )

( What I can do isーー )

Shuu-san, I will come with you.

Shuu: You too...? You’re gonna follow me even though you’re the one who said it’s dangerous?

Yui: I’m aware of the risks involved. However, I want to be by your side. ...Can I?

Shuu: ...Be my guest.

If you want to come with me, then hurry up. I’ll leave you behind if you take too long.

Yui: Ah, yes.

Shuu: ...Oi, give me your hand.

Yui: My hand?

Shuu: I can already picture you’d wander off somewhere on your own the moment I take my eyes off you.

So I’ll chain you to my side like this. You could say it’s a makeshift collar.

Yui: ( ...It’s not always easy to understand, but he really is the kind of guy who speaks with actions rather than words, huh...? )

Shuu: Let’s go.

Yui: Yes.

ー They walk away

???: ...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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(1) Yui uses the term さりげなく or ‘sarigenaku’ which means to do something in a nonchalant or casual manner.

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the-ash0 · 6 years ago

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surviving paradise ch 29 venison

For three consecutive days she ambushes me on my way to bed, and for three consecutive days I try out her massage. I’ll admit it feels good. Not just during, but after as well. As for any advantages in training, I’m less convinced. The following morning it is harder to pull myself out of bed, harder still to drag myself to the GR and bury myself in the intense gravity. When I take a break for meals I always catch myself procrastinating after taking my fill, like something buried deep within me thinks doing nothing is the best thing ever.

It could just be that nagging voice in the back of my head counting down the days. Telling me I’m running out of time, and if I have failed to achieve Super Saiyan when I’ve trained for over a year while Kakarot did it in little over a week... I never will. Yet thinking that way is counterproductive. So, I’m going to blame the woman and her crazy methods instead.

Sadly, my giving in has not dampened her enthusiasm at all, and when I tell her ‘no’ on the fourth night, she argues at my door until early morning. I’m not sure what she’s trying to achieve; if I didn't know any better I’d think she’s the one fighting for her birthright here. Her tenacity is annoying, stupid, and completely impervious to reason. It makes me sick with anger.

No; I’ve humored her long enough, and I’m definitely done being pushed around. Though in all honesty, I’m lost on how to fight something that I cannot... fight? I’m well aware that one good shove would kill her, and where would that leave me? On a spaceship with my tail between my legs, back to that familiar vacuum. And yet, not so long ago I would have counted any outcome with me alive at the end of the day a victory. It is strange but right now, I’m not sure I could stomach it.

In a last effort at decency, I return to my room in the cover of early morning light for my blanket and mattress and resolve to sleep in the GR instead. It gets a little chilly in the morning hours, but now I only need to leave for food and a shower. As for cleansing facilities, there are several scattered across the compound, and I can easily chose a different one if I sense her lurking about. I’ve taken to eating my meals with the family because, foodtime is sacred even with you humans, and so as a rule the bitch only starts nagging at me when she has cleared her plate.

It should not come as a surprise that the woman thinks up a different sort of trap the next week. I suspected something was up when those silly little trees started popping up all around the house. It seems as if every room is required to have one. Next, the contraptions were decorated with all sorts of junk and flashing lights. When I asked why, I was told that everyone does it, and it’s a tradition. You people must really hate pine trees to cut off their roots and dress them up as they slowly wither and die.

I can smell the trap the moment I walk into the kitchen; there are too many places set at the table, and the family is too well dressed. Again, the timing is perfect. In the millisecond it takes me to debate grabbing a plate before beating a hasty retreat, the mother has enveloped my arm. She steers me to a seat right next to the smelly little tree, because even the kitchen apparently needed one. At least there are no flashing lights on this one.

The mother explains. “Here’s your place right at the corner, Vegeta! Right next to my Bulma, you lucky devil!”

The ditzy thing sits opposite to me and serves me a plate filled with chunks of sweet smelling venison and more. The food is even more luxurious than usual. My mouth starts to water when she suggests I start early because I must be famished. She’s right, of course. And why should I retreat when such a meal is presented? No, I will not. The woman can go fuck herself. I do resolve to eat fast, and then go back to training. I’d like to avoid whatever the Briefs are getting their panties twisted in a bunch over, but this food here is mine.

I’m only three bites in when she sits down next to me, wearing a short little black dress despite the bad weather. Bulma plops down on her chair hard, boxing me in at the table. I’m sick of the stalking, and I cannot help but wonder if she somehow forgot what she is chasing after. For I know this is no mistake; no coincidence. I glare at her while I finish my plate.

My warning slides off of her like water, an uneven grin on her face as she leans an elbow on the table then pours me a glass of bubbly liquid. “Have some champagne, Vegeta! It’s time to celebrate.” She laughs at my confused frown, spills a few drops. I can smell the drink on her breath already, imbibed and fearless. How I hate her.

I’m sick of it. Sick of her, and her games. I’ve been a good, courteous guest.. or as well as can be expected of me. I’ve bend to her wishes, but it seems the woman has decided to push harder every time. Seems like she’s wondering just how far she can push before I snap. Well, how about I push back a little? Just a little shove. I raise my left hand, I’m so tempted... Yet some instinct stops me, and I shove the glass back at her instead as I continue to eat. She scowls at me, no doubt with some nasty observation on her lips, but does not get beyond a frustrated sound.

“Bulma!” It’s the bald little thing, the one that keeps dressing up like Kakarot, although the clown-suit he’s now in would probably even make that third-class blanch. The gnome comes walking right into my kitchen. Or at least, hers. -No; I’m eating here. I have a claim. Comes walking in with a wide grin, smooths down its weird black suit, perhaps somewhat aware of how ridiculous it looks. “Merry Christmas. I’m afraid Goku and Gohan won’t be making it —training hard, I guess.”

“Oh, Goku is hiding is he? Can you imagine that, Vegeta? A Saiyan, hiding?”

I stop mid-chew. What is she implying and why does she try to pull me into her inane banter with this hairless midget? I snarl; and the gnome at least has a working brain cell, because it yelps then jumps behind Bulma’s mother.

The bald imp tries to cover its reaction with another laugh. “But I did bring someone desperate to get out of the house!” It grins too widely over Panchy’s shoulder as Kakarot’s banshee wife enters, all decked out like she’s part of a circus parade.

I click my tongue for a moment at the odd exchange between Bulma, her mother and the woman. Somehow, all three end up apologising for the food, showing up, and generally existing. Why are these guests here, apart from annoying me? The gnome I can understand; he’s a decently proficient fighter for a human, but what is the purpose of bringing the witch? Insurance? Pathetic; I suppose killing this Chi-chi woman might cause me a headache in the form of her husband, but any more of one than if I just blasted Bulma? I’d think Kakarot would show up fast enough either way. Maybe annoyance, in and of itself, is the goal. The banshee is loud and whiny enough for it.

“Yamcha's not coming either?” Kakarot’s wife turns in her seat at the far end towards Bulma with an air of sympathy, her ornate hairstyle swinging. Apparently the pair had hoped for even more guests at the table. But with the parents, Bulma, the midget, and the banshee, that’s five other people at the table and the cacophony drains my appetite. Seriously, I’ve eaten at larger gatherings, but usually those present knew to shut up as long as there was food in front of them.

Next to me, the blue minx throws herself back in her chair with an uncaring shrug. “One of those cleansing journeys of his. He’s not answering any phone calls or messages, so I guess he’s busy too. Or maybe he’s running. I don't know; what do you think, Vegeta?”

I chew, then swallow. Pause, then take my next bite. Bulma keeps looking at me so I glare right back. Running and hiding? Oh yes, I can hear her accusation. I’m so fucking sick of her games, her useless theories, and this entire planet. I’m just about ready to end her, consequences be damned. In the silence, the atmosphere cools, and the conversations stutter to a halt.

“Never mind, Bulma, who needs them anyway. Men, right?” It’s Kakarot’s wife, she seems a little too pleased about Scarface not showing. Then her face darkens. “My Goku is always like that. Disappearing. Not showing up when he promised. And all this while we all agreed this would be the last chance to celebrate Christmas together, because next year will be too close to the androids arriving. Fah. Men.”

Across from me, the midget laughs weakly “We’re right here…” He trails off and looks my way with a near-hopeful expression.

Well, I don’t give a fuck, you gnome. I’m just here to take what I want, and get the fuck out. I’m not fucking hiding or running. Screw you all. To illustrate my point, I shove my empty dish out of the way and pull an ornate plated bird towards me. I know it’s meant as a shared meal, but I dare anyone to say anything. They don't. No one would dare. Except Bulma, and she’s ignoring me now as she listens to the wife’s animated rant.

I cannot help but listen in between mouthfuls. The banshee puts Kakarot down at every turn. I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s kind of nice to hear someone hate on him for a change, and one cannot deny her spunk is entertaining. Yet I’m pretty sure mates are supposed to have your back, and it sounds like this woman would rather that Kakarot never fight again, but instead work in a field like some common laborer. She mews about the only job fit for a Saiyan like it’s something bad. “It’s been awful, Bulma! Training, it’s all he talks about, all he does. Except for eating. He’s even pushing Gohan to fight, and I told him school is more important...”

The midget coughs. “Aah, there is that thing where we all die if we cannot beat the androids... ma’am.” The little thing seems to regret speaking up. He turns to Dr. Briefs at the far end, who seems wisely preoccupied by his meal. The monk swallows again, before turning my way. “How’s your training going, Vegeta? It’s got to be going better than mine, right?”

Training is the last thing I want to talk about. The last thing I want to think about… I snarl, but the woman answers for me, touches my knee as she does, patting it. Her overstepping her bounds—in public, no less— shocks me into silence. I hear that misplaced conviction in her voice again.

“We’re getting somewhere, I know we are. It’s slow going, and frustrating. But we’re getting there, mark my words.”

Oh yeah. We are definitely going somewhere: a highway to hell, that’s where. I turn a nasty smirk at them both. “Remind me why I should help you humans again? Killing the androids might be fun, but orbiting the planet and watching from space as you all get murdered might be even better…”

The smirk turns into a full leer as I turn from the midget to the woman. The only sound in the room now comes from Dr. Briefs cutting his meat as he continues his meal undisturbed. I can feel the accusational stares from the others. All except the mother, who keeps her happy expression blank and beyond any understanding. Yes, how would that feel? I really could run. I have no fucking honor anyway. No pride, no birthright. Screwing you all over would be worth it. Maybe. Surviving another failure might not be.

The midget laughs weakly again to cover up the uncomfortable silence. “There’s only sixteen months left, and not even Goku’s thinks he’s progressed enough to win. The mystery boy said we’d need to be much stronger than he was... We’re all going to die, aren’t we..?”

Sixteen months. That’s how much time is left? Fuck, that little time’s all that’s left? I swallow, I knew that. I had kept count somewhere in the back of my mind. But to hear it out loud... You’re all going to die in sixteen months, human. Oh, I know you’re not worried. Kakarot will save you all, but it doesn't really matter to me because by that time I need to be off planet either way. After the androids come, there is no longer any reason to stay. Actually, if I do not become Super Saiyan soon there never was a good reason... Now that we’ve passed the halfway point this seems very likely indeed. I should run. I should hide. And yet the idea leaves a dirty taste in my mouth. Somehow, throwing myself at those androids even if it means certain death is more appealing.

I could, theoretically. It’s a comforting thought, for what it’s worth. At least, it is to me. Fucking people over, turning tail at the first chance I could find has been my goal for so long. But once upon a time, I believed warriors didn't run... didn’t hide... and it’s not like I have much to live for. I could do that. I could, if I wanted. It’s my life, I can waste it any way I damn well please.

Or, I could fuck you lot over, and abandon Earth at the last moment. I think I’ll leave it up in the air, keep this lot on their toes. The woman does get particularly weird at the thought of me getting hurt, after all.

An uncomfortable silence has settled in, but I just keep smiling. Good. Finally things are as they should be, with them uncomfortable and unsure and me fucking with them. Very good. I’ve gotten the initiative back. Turned the table on them, so to speak. Yes, very satisfying.

“That reminds me, Vegeta.” Bulma casually places a hand on her chin to lean on as she turns my way a little unsteadily. “It might be a little early to start with the gifts, but this is for you. Merry Christmas.” She digs down her cleavage with her free hand, and with a triumphant sound fishes something out. I’m loathe to touch it, because I know where it came from. Yet she pushes the little thing towards me, held between her thumb and index finger, until I either take it or have it shoved in my eye.

It’s a capsule. A rather big one, I notice. Intrigued, I shake it.

“It’s your own spaceship. With GR, of course.”

I freeze and nearly drop the capsule in my hand. I cannot help but stand and bend over her with what I hope passes as a grin. “Oh? How thoughtful. What made you think I’d need it?”

She blinks up at me lazily, then sits back so she can keep her eyes focused on me. “So you can, you know, dump us and run away without having to steal my shit.”

There is a collective intake of breath. Kakarot’s banshee is wide-eyed and frozen. The dwarf has hidden behind the father, who finally has abandoned his meal. Even the mother is shocked, hand over her mouth in a silent gesture.

Only Bulma remains calm. She stares at me with one eyebrow raised, challenging me. Fuck her. Hey, you know what? Maybe I won't become a Super Saiyan. That doesn't mean I can’t raise havoc. I’m fucking death incarnate! So, hey. Maybe I should take her up on this? Yeah, it’s on. I’m going to ride this pony for all it’s worth. And then, when the time comes, I’ll disappear somewhere among the vast reaches of space. Don't you dare think I have nowhere to go. I can go anywhere.

“A heartwarming gesture.” I toss the capsule into the air, then catch it. Then, I start to squeeze. It groans, more loudly than such a small thing should, and makes loud pops that push back against my hand. Yet I push harder, further, balling my fist until it fizzles out. I toss the smoking ruin in my still-filled champagne glass. “I won't be needing it, though.” As I turn, I grab the nuisance of a woman under her armpits and hoist her up until she’s at eye-level. “Because I aim to take whatever’s yours when I feel like it.”

With that, I lift her up higher and shove her butt onto the table so I can pass. Without deigning to acknowledge the rest, I leave, ready for some serious training.

The Krill-thing laughs again. “Yeah, we’re all going to die.”

Oh, he’s right. He’s definitely right. But I won't be pushed around. I’d rather die. I’d rather kill her.

rest is on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15338988/chapters/35590152

#surviving paradise #vegeta #fanfic #dbz #dragonball #dragon ball z #fanfiction

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hopeonthedrop-blog · 6 years ago

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The Promise

Word Length: 1361

Genre: Horror

Pairing/s: OT7 x Reader

Prompts: "I'm sorry, it's really not funny. It's just that.. you're dead." + Cabin in the woods + Magic

Summary: Be careful what you ask for and trust your instincts // Seven times, you've invited someone dear to you to spend the eve of Halloween with you. Six times the person didn't show. One time they did at the same time.

"Don't—don't stay there!!" You squeak, burying half of your face into a couch pillow. "He's right behind you! What are you doing? Run, you idiot!" The protagonist doesn't comply, choosing to close and bar the door, not knowing the killer was inside the room with her. "He's—he's coming! Grab something sharp—oh God, really? The 'Shaky hands and dropping important object' trope? Seriousl—AAH!" You jump when the antagonist delivers the creepiest you've ever seen in your life (props to the actor. damn) and proceeds to bring a sharp machete down for one swift, quick kill. You don't wait to see if they make it—you lunge straight for the plug and pull, rushing up to your room to bury yourself in the blankets.

You've only managed to stop shaking when the doorbell rings. Must be Joon, you think hollowly, the latest he's been yet. You dread the extremely short trip from your bed to your porch to open the door, until you notice something moving just outside the window and decide to dash like a madman. You trip over the way to your door multiple times.

Your hair is disarray when you present yourself to him, breathing in shallow puffs of air and an panicked smile on your face. "Namjoon!" You exclaim, breathy and excited, "Happy Halloween! Did you get the popcorn in town?"

He doesn't smile like he usually does; with his eyes morphing into quarters of the moon, and his dimples being its craters. Doesn't scoop you up in a bear hug. Doesn't stride in. Just stares.

He stares. You don't think he's breathing, either.

Chuckling nervously, you reach over slowly, "Joon? Are you spacing out again?" you ask, hand resting on his forearm. Once your skin touches, he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, and exhaling in a sharp hiss You frantically retract your arm. You're temples are starting to sweat now; fear creeping up your spine and making you shiver.

"Joon? Say something? You're freaking me out. Please breathe, at least."

For a moment, both of you stand still like that; with you slowly cowering back inside your cabin and him staring at you with a face as stoic and cold as stone.

Then, in a span of a split second, he doubles over laughing. "Got you!" He finally speaks.

But the voice isn't his.

When he notices, his jaw sets. He clears his throat, shaking his head violently as if trying to wake himself up. Then, speaks again.

"Sorry about that," his voice is normal again; deep, soft, soothing, "my throat's been killing me for a while."

Slowly, cautiously, you nod and step aside so he can enter. How silly of you. Just because you've been seeing horror movies in every channel for the past month, doesn't mean you were going to be the protagonist of one.

Yanking yourself out of your thoughts, you are brought back to Namjoon standing idly outside your front door.

"Um," his hand moves to rub at his nape as he shyly murmurs, "remember when you told me I was welcome to bring people? I have a few friends that might come and want to get inside."

Interesting choice of wording, a more alert side of your head drawls out sarcastically. You brush it off.

"Sure. They can come in when they arrive too! It's way too lonely here. I don't know why I offered to watch over this cabin in this season. The woods can be so creepy—wait, i'm rambling." You shake your head at yourself, stepping right back inside.

Namjoon's eyes ("That's not his gaze!" Something inside you cries, and you ignore it for the sake of your sanity) curve once you turn around, colors changing in different shades of brown. You would've recognized them if you saw.

The door shuts behind you, as silent as a drop of a single hair strand, and you keep walking towards the living room to turn the television back on again.

"You know how to make yourself comfortable!" You clap your hands together, rubbing them in an attempt to seem excited—maybe in an attempt to get that feeling back.

He nods, turning to sit on the couch. He's too tense, like he's waiting for something, instinct whispers conspiratorially and you ignore. Such wild imagination, Y/N, you shake your head, stop scaring yourself.

When you return with snacks, he is standing in front of the biggest window in the room, his back to you. His hands are clasped behind his back as he whistles to himself.

"Joon..?" You call uneasily, your heart starting to pound a mile a minute. If this was some prank, he better brace himself for the repercussions; you didn't like this at all.

He keeps whistling.

"Namjoon-ah, take a seat if you want. I'll put in Hocus Pocu—"

There is a sudden voice on the other side of your door and you jump back in surprise.

Actually, there's two. And you recognize them immediately.

"Seokjin? Taehyung?" You whisper shakily, putting down the tray on the coffee table and slowly walking to the door.

"My friends are here Y/N." Is the only thing Namjoon says.

"Why didn't they knock?" You mutter to yourself. "Have they been there long and I just didn't hear from the kitchen?"

Namjoon continues whistling.

There are three voices now. Whenever you take a step near, there is another voice added.

When you reach the door, there are six distinct voices; loud and clear, as if they're talking just behind you.

(They are.)

"Tae?" You croak out, not opening the door yet, a bewildered chuckle escaping your lips. His voice quiets. "Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, it's really not funny. It's just..you're dead. Right?" Your hands are gripping the knob so tightly, the metal digging into your palm and your knuckles turn white. "I knew it. They couldn't identify your body. I always knew that wasn't you. You've met Jungkook?" Tears are freely running down your face now, but your skin is crawling, goosebumps getting more intense as Namjoon slowly, very, very slowly, walks towards you. You don't hear.

You swing open the door, all reason about how suspicious this was is thrown out the window.

You are met with nothing and you gasp, spinning around to turn to Namjoon to ask if you were just hearing things and is met with his hard chest. His arms encircle your waist in a tight grip.

You let out a small scream, startled and creeped out beyond belief. You feel like crying in fright.

"Namjoon." You voice wavers. The reasonable voices in your head that had warned you sigh defeatedly as you come to terms with your situation. Hard as it was, you force your eyes to meet his and you see his manic expression. "Where are your friends?"

He opens his mouth and seven voices speak at the same time, "Here."

You scream.

There is suddenly bright lightning flashing outside the window and the power goes out.

After thunder, there is lightning again. The brief flash of light is welcome, but you don't see Namjoon's face in front of you. You see Taehyung's.

You're trying to claw your way out of his arms now, crying loudly and desperately. You hope in vain that you're loud enough for someone to hear.

"Come on, now." Seokjin's voice murmurs in your ear, but instead of warmth, you are frozen in terror, "now, now. Shh. Just listen. You'll understand." It's Hoseok's voice this time, and you feel one hand trailing up to your nape, drawing an invisible pattern there. Yoongi used to do that to you.

"I told you, didn't I?" All seven voices whispers affectionately at once, "i'll come over during Halloween to protect you."

You shake your head frantically, repeatedly hitting the arms that are keeping you captive. "Please," you whimper, "please." Please, if that's really you, stop scaring me.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But we need the final ingredient of the spell to separate us. We want our bodies back."

You don't ask why, you don't ask what. But they answer, anyway.

"And that's you."

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whattimeisitintokyo · 7 years ago

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Somos Familia Ch 21

Chapter 21: My First Dia de Muertos! (Part 2)

As Imelda opened the double doors into the courtyard, Coco whisked her way in at top speed carrying a bowl full of strawberries, panting as she slowed down to a halt. “Made it!”

“Barely.” Imelda said with a raised brow. “I was about ready to go over there and drag you back by your braids.” Then she smiled. “So, did Rosita like your food?”

“Mamá, please.” Coco looked away while blushing. “I know you know who it was really for, so stop teasing me.”

“Oh, mija.” Imelda cooed and gave her embarrassed daughter a hug. “I meant no harm. I went through the exact same thing that you are going through right now. Did I ever tell you about the first time I realized that I loved your Papá?”

Coco rolled her eyes. “When you and he sang La Llorona at the creek.”

“No, that’s when your Papá fell in love with me.” Imelda said. “I fell in love with him much later, at my quinceañera in fact. You see the year before that your Papá was much shorter than me, so short that I could rest my arm on his head like an armrest. But during that year your Papá grew thirteen inches.”

Coco’s eyes widened. “In one year?! That’s impossible!”

“It’s true, you can ask him about it! Poor boy, he had such painful aches and terrible fevers as his body grew uncontrollably. You can still faintly see the stretchmarks on his shoulders if you look closely. But anyway, on my quinceañera the nuns dressed me in this disgustingly ugly blue dress, despite my wishes for a purple one. During the party I was by the snack table and your Papá made his way over to get something to eat.”

“Then he tripped on himself, not used to his long gangly limbs, and fell straight into the table. The sangria bowl flew off the table, flipped in the air, and then the bowl fell down on me, spilling all over my head and that hideous dress. I was furious and humiliated! I looked down at that stupid boy, ready to give him a thrashing he would never forget. He looked up at me in horror, covered with cake and other snacks, before he cracked the goofiest, most infuriating grin ever and said-”

“Well, at least your dress is purple now, diosa!”

Imelda smiled at the memory. “I looked down and sure enough the sangria had stained my dress into a lovely shade of purple. My anger immediately vanished and I laughed so hard my stomach hurt and I couldn’t breathe. And that’s when realized that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, so we could laugh and play and sing together forever.”

Coco looked over at her father, who was standing on a chair as he hung up papel picado across the courtyard, and giggled. “Papá is so silly.” She sighed mournfully. “But Julio… as sweet as he is I don’t think he’s ever going to get much taller.”

Imelda laughed. “Maybe not thirteen inches, but we can always hope.” She clapped her hands together. “Now then, go put those strawberries on the ofrenda! The food is ready, the offerings are put up, and we are all here. It’s official: Dia de Muertos has begun!”

As if that was their cue, three glowing orange spirits rushed passed the doors as well, stopping in the middle of the courtyard and pulling air into their phantom lungs. Gaspar straightened up and laughed. “Ha! Did you hear that? We made it just in time! That’s a new record for us Mirasol, less than a millisecond to spare!”

“Congratulations, mi amor.” Mirasol said as she watched Leti while smiling.

“Mamá!” Leti cried out as she flung her arms around her mother and hugged her. “Mamá, I’ve missed you so much! I have so many things to-aah!” Leti jerked back in surprise as Imelda walked through her with no resistance, leaving a weird tingling feeling in her bones. Her smile faltered a little until she saw Héctor. “Papá! Papá, you’re hanging up the papel picado? I made the one with the star on it two years ago. Ah, there it is! Papá…” Héctor hopped off the chair and walked away, leaving his daughter alone. As Coco came out of the ofrenda room Leti tried to get her attention as well, but to no avail and her shoulders sagged in defeat.

Mirasol came over to her granddaughter and gave her a hug. “I’m sorry, Leticia. They can’t see us.”

Leti crossed her arms. “This is stupid. What’s the point of even coming here if they can’t see or feel us?”

“Now now…” Gaspar walked up and patted Leti’s head. “Just because they can’t see us doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking of us. That’s what this day is all about: Being remembered and honored by those who loved us. In fact, why don’t we take a peek into the ofrenda room and see what they left for us?”

“Okay.” Leti said as she let her grandparents guide her into the ofrenda room. As usual the back wall was set up with a table filled with cempazuchitl flowers, candles and a giant cross on the top tier. Mirasol and Gaspar’s wedding picture, the only foto that Imelda had of them, was on display, but what Leti saw left her in awe.

There were a dozen pictures of Leti on every tier of the table display, from when she was a newborn baby wearing her tio’s infant sized steel toe boots, to her first day of school with Matty in their brand new uniforms, and the family group picture on that wonderful day when they all performed at Mariachi plaza. At the center of the table was a large glamour shot of Leti that her Papá had specially done, with a soft glow around her and her hair done up just like her Mamá’s. She had felt like a true princess that day and it was her favorite picture of herself. Then she saw the offerings.

“My accordion!” she squealed as she ran up to the ofrenda. “I’ve missed playing it! And strawberries from Rosita’s garden! She always grows the best strawberries, they’re as big as the palm of your hand!”

“Go ahead, mija. Pick them up!” Mirasol said.

“Pick them- really?” Leti looked at her accordion for a moment before placing a finger on it. It felt solid under her touch. She placed her hands on either side of it, making sure she had a good grip on it, and lifted it up with ease. Sort of. The accordion stayed in place on the ofrenda, but in her hands she held an exact copy of the instrument, glowing as orange and as translucent as she was. “Whoa…” She stretched out the bellows, listening as it musically inhaled, before pumping out a familiar oompah pah and swaying to the music. Her smile and excitement had returned. “Que padre! What did you guys get?”

“Looks like the usual. Pan de muerte, of course. Ooh, a very expensive bottle of tequila. Gracias, yerno. Aha, and best of all! ” Gaspar exclaimed as he held up a copy of a large bowl of seeds. “Pepitas! And lots of them too!” This was how Gaspar made his living both in Santa Cecilia and the Land of the Dead. He was renowned for his green thumb and grew the best vegetables and gourds around, but his specialty was pumpkins. His pumpkins always grew big and fat and were never quick to spoil, and Mirasol would always make wonderful food with the products they didn’t sell. Pumpkin soup, candied pumpkins, pumpkin empanadas, and plain roasted pepitas with a hint of salt.

“Some of my happiest memories with mi hija were just sitting on the front porch with her while we ate roasted pepitas and enjoyed each other’s company.” He let the pumpkin seeds run through his fingers as he looked fondly at them. “She always leaves me a bowl of them every year. It’s my favorite offering.” Mirasol wrapped an arm around Gaspar and he leant into her embrace while Leti smiled at them. “This is what Dia de Muertos is all about, Leticia. Seeing how much we are still loved by our living family because they remember the good times with us.”

“Mi amor, there’s another offering for you.” Mirasol pointed out.

“Eh?” Gaspar looked back at the ofrenda, and sure enough next to the pepitas was a paper envelope. He picked up a copy of it and looked inside. What he saw inside made him smile and he looked at Leti. “Strawberry roots.”

Mirasol gasped and smiled at Leti. “Dios mio. They must know that we’re looking after you! Oh, our daughter is so clever, and so thoughtful!”

Leti smiled. “Abuelito, you can grow me some strawberries?”

Gaspar harrumphed arrogantly. “I can grow anything if I set my mind to it, even from bedrock! Just you wait mija. I’ll grow you strawberries twice as big, twice as sweet, twice as juicy, twice as-”

“Matty…”

Leti stared at the doorway to the room, where there stood her beloved twin brother. Gaspar and Mirasol looked at their grandson and then at Leti. “We’ll leave you two alone, mija.” Mirasol said as she and Gaspar went back outside.

It was just the two of them now. Leti set down her accordion and waited as Matty walked over to the ofrenda and placed a thick envelope in front of Leti’s portrait. Her name was written on it in careful cursive letters, and she assumed that he had just learned how to write that way in school. Leti walked up to her brother and smiled. “Hola Matty… I know you can’t see me or hear me, but… I’ve missed you so so much! These past ten months all I’ve been thinking of was how you were doing.”

“I’m doing fine.”

Leti gave a startled gasp when Matty spoke. “Wh- Matty?! Y-you can hear-”

“In case you were wondering.” Matty continued.

Leti’s hopes dropped back down. He hadn’t heard her, he was just speaking out loud. It was pure coincidence that he was seemingly talking with her. Still she let him speak.

“I hope that you’re doing okay too. Mamá says that you’re with our abuelos in Heaven, so I hope they’re treating you well. You deserve it after everything you went through. I’m so sorry you got so sick and were in so much pain. For a long time I wished it was me instead of you that got sick, but you’d probably smack me on the back of the head for saying that.” Matty laughed, not feeling a skeletal hand pass through him as Leti tried to do just that.

“It still hurts Leti. Papá says it’ll get better, and it has, but it still hurts really bad. Your bed is still in our room, and I make sure that it’s always made and your stuffed animals are in the right spots, but… It doesn’t smell like you anymore. It’s like you’re slowly fading away and I can’t stop it. Pretty soon I’ll forget what your voice sounds like. All that’s left of you is in here.” He pointed to his head. “I don’t ever want that to fade away. I want to be back with you so badly, but… I guess I’ll just have to wait. Until then I’ll write you letters every Dia de Muertos so you’ll know what I’ve been doing all year. It’s okay that you can’t write me back. I know you’re okay now. I love you, hermana…”

His face crumpled and a soft cry escaped his lips as he scrubbed at his eyes. If she could Leti would have cried with him. Instead she stepped over to him and gave him a ghostly kiss on the forehead. “You feel better, Matty.”

As if he could feel it, Matty sniffed one last time and gazed at Leti’s picture on the ofrenda, smiling at it as he touched his forehead. Then he leant over and gave a kiss on her picture’s forehead as well. Leti was elated. Even though they were separated by death, their bond was still as strong as ever.

The peaceful moment was interrupted however when another figure came into the ofrenda room. Leti looked over and gasped in alarm. It was Barto! Why was one of Sergio’s goons at their house?! Despite there being little that she could do Leti still stood in front of her brother, providing a defensive barrier. “Gordo Barto! What are you doing here?! Don’t you dare-”

“Hola, Matty.” Barto said cheerfully. “Sorry I’m late.”

To Leti’s surprise Matty turned around and smiled when he saw the other boy. “Hey Barto! Wow, I’m actually surprised you’re this early. Weren’t you and your family going to the cemetary?”

Barto waved a hand. “Eh, we’re done already. Mi Papá’s way of celebrating Dia de Muertos is ‘Hola Abuela. Here’s some galletas. Adios Abuela.’ It basically takes about five minutes and then we just do whatever we want for the rest of the evening. Besides…” He took a large jar out of his knapsack and handed it to Matty. “I wanted to leave this for your family’s ofrenda. For Leti.”

Matty gasped as he took the jar. “You filled up a whole jar with strawberry hard candies?! How many bags did you have to buy to fill it?!”

“Ten.” Barto said proudly.

“What about the other flavors?” Matty asked. As Barto looked at the ground guiltily Matty laughed. “En serio?!”

“They don’t call me Gordo Barto for nothing.” Barto laughed back as he pulled out a small paper sack and handed it to Matty. “I didn’t eat all of it though, I saved you some mango ones. Good thing too, I was about to throw up from all the sugar.”

“Well gracias, amigo.” Matty said as he put the jar on the ofrenda. “Are you going to stay and eat with us?”

“No, Mamá has dinner waiting for me. But I suppose I could eat a little before I go home.” Barto wrapped an arm around Matty’s shoulder and they walked outside. “Luis and I passed the spelling test, by the way. Thanks to you…”

Leti was stunned at what she was witnessing. Matty and Barto were friends now?! It looked like they were enjoying each other’s company, and she detected no malice in Barto’s words. Things must have really changed since she had left. Now she was definitely going to read Matty’s letter when she got back to the Land of The Dead! Still she smiled as she took a copy of the jar and placed it in her knapsack. It seemed she didn’t have to worry about Matty at all. He was strong and he had a long, full life ahead of him. She wasn’t sure how long it would be, but she knew she would at least be there for him once a year until they met again.

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Three empty chairs had been set out for the deceased and the three ghosts sat down in them, pulling copies of plates and bowls of food towards them when it was time to eat. Dinner was delicious, though that wasn’t a surprise, and Gaspar had managed to stuff himself full to the point that he was left moaning and slouched in his chair. Leti had to wonder how it was possible for a skeleton to get indigestion, but Mirasol said that some things just couldn’t be explained in the Land of the Dead as she rubbed her husband’s back.

As the living family ate they also told stories about Gaspar, Mirasol and Leti. Matty told Barto about the time he and Leti had snuck into Héctor’s liquor cabinet in the middle of the night when they were five, wanting to taste some of Papá’s special grownup drinks. They both managed to knock down three shots each before they stumbled drunkenly into their parent’s bedroom, vomiting and crying as the world wouldn’t stop tilting and swirling. Leti hid her face in her hands as her grandfather nudged her and laughed, but soon she was the one laughing when Imelda told them all of the time Gaspar got bucked off a donkey and thrown into a huge dung heap.

“Why is it always the embarrassing stories?” Gaspar grumbled.

“Because those are the best kind! The most memorable!” Leti said brightly, and Gaspar couldn’t help but smile back.

After dinner the family made their way to Santa Cecilia’s cemetery and Leti got her first good look at her gravestone. It felt a little weird looking at it, knowing that her remains were buried in that crypt. “Can I go inside it? I wanna see if my skull has these same markings.”

Mirasol grabbed her granddaughter as she made a move to dive in. “Atata. No mija. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.” She glanced and shook her head at Gaspar, who shuddered at the memory of when he had done the very same thing to his own grave.

Candles were lit at each gravestone and the living family prayed for the wellbeing of their dearly departed. Then they gathered on the hill by the church to watch the fireworks, and Leti was reminded of her Tio Nesto and wishing he was there with them. Maybe next year.

Hours had passed and the three dead Riveras were still at the house even after the living family had all gone to bed, simply watching their loved ones sleep. Leti kissed her parents, her tios, and Coco goodnight, saving Matty for last. She had watched him sleep the longest out of everyone else, but soon she heard Mirasol calling out for her. It was almost sunrise and it was time to go. She leant over and gave Matty a kiss on the cheek, and just like before it seemed as if he had felt it as he snuggled deeper into sleep with a smile. “Adios Matty. See you next year. I love you too.”

And so the three skeletons went back across the Marigold Bridge and into the Land of the Dead, with Mirasol and Gaspar swaying side to side as Leti skipped and played on her accordion the whole way there.

#somos familia #pixar coco #coco pixar #Hector Rivera #Hector #mama imelda #mama coco #imelda rivera #coco fanfiction

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Update time! So my date with Gym coach had to be postponed a week so most of the swelling in my foot could go down. Which was fine, actually it gave me a chance to have the much-needed conversation about her "forwardness." Long story short, she understands my need for slow going and it's been much better. We went to the movies and saw Christopher Robin. It was an adorable movie, not spectacular but we both liked it. Over all it was a good first date. (TBC)

*LOUD INHALE*

BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

*GLOMPS*

BG BUDDY HEWWO!!!! ( ˙꒳˙ )♡

BG buddy, I am so, so, so profoundly sory for taking so long!! The first days I didn’t have much energy, and then, in all honesty, I forgot!! I usually don’t let personal asks pile under fandom-related ones, so whenever I scrolled in my inbox, as soon as I saw the fandom-related ones, I assumed there wasn’t a personal one underneath, so I forgot!! I am so sorry, my dear friend, I AM AN AWFUL RACCOONIE AND YOU CAN SMACK ME WITH A NEWSPAPER :’’C

But I just want you to know that I’m SO HAPPY, SO SO SO SO SO HYPER HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN AND TO BE ANSWERING TO YOU FINALLY!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! o(>ω

Let us continue under a cut, okay, buddy? c:

First of all

*sQUEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*

BG BUDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, IT’S SO WONDERFUL TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN, I’M ALWAYS SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU DROP BY!!! *RUBS AGAINST YOUR LEG*

I’m so happy to read from you again, BG buddy, it’s always wonderful talking with you :3

Now as about the ask as itself

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY, UPDATE TIME!!! Thank you so much for dropping by just to give an update, alskdjfgkldgj lakdjf adljga, I was curious as to what had happened regarding Gym Coach! Thanks for sharing this, buddy, it’s nice to know how things went!!

It’s still so bad that the gym thing had to happen, but I’m happy that it had a positive effect on all this; I was thinking that maybe it could “ruin” things, in whatever way, but I see you took it positively and to your vantage and made something good out of it! What with the much needed conversation about her being too forwards and whatnot.

The best part of it all is that eeverything went fine!! Like, you took the effort of talking with her about it; something that many wouldn’t dare do for fear of coming off as annoying or something? I’ve always thought that communication is the best thing that could happen in any relationship of any kind, instead of just expecting the other person to just read your mind or something, so that you gave that first step to start talking about it, that takes something and it’s GREAT!! Congrats about that BG buddy, that speaks of a mature person! :D

And what’s even greater is that she reacted so nicely about it!! So many people would be garbage about it and just dump you and be rude, or try to get on the defensive for no reason, so the fact that she took it so nicely speaks SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO amazingly about her!! That’s another mature person, I tell you, this is FANTASTIC!! HJASFJDKLGJ AKLDFJALKDGJDA

It’s almost satisfying to me, ahahaha. I love people that talk about what’s bothering them with others and when others react so nicely and accept whatever mistake they made and everything is good and peaceful. Hnnhfgnhg. It’s like a very exquisite snack to me but better, SO SATISFYING AKLSDJJD (っ˘ω˘ς )

Seriously, I’m super happy that you both talked about it and that she took it nicely, and that everything’s gotten better since then!! THIS IS SO DELIGHTFUL, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY ASKLDJKL AFKJDG KJLJADG, NOTHING BETTER THAN A GOOD DOSE OF COMMUNICATION AND MATURE PEOPLE TALKING THINGS OUT AKSJLDDAKLG JAKLDJ ADKGL

I’m so happy it’s gotten better about her forwardness and such, BG buddy!! Hooray for that!! ٩(◕‿◕)۶

GASPS

CHRISTOPHER ROBIN!?!?!?

I AIN’T GONNA WATCH THAT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT’S GOING TO MAKE ME CRY A LOT.

But I’m SO HAPPEH to know that you both liked it!! ( ´ ▽ ` ) Besides feeling like it would make me cry, it does look like a heartwarming and cute movie. The photography job it has (?) makes it look cozy, like giving you a sensation of home, so I don’t doubt that it is indeed adorable. :3 Sad to know it’s nothing spectacular, but what matters is that you both liked it and think nicely about it!!

Reading you write it was a “good first day” made me go all KALSJDFLKDJG LKAJF KLAS JFAKLDGJ inside, buddy, aaaah!! That is…so ABSURDLY CUTE hngfnhfg I am so weak for this aaah. It was a first date and it was good and I DIE!! ♡ ～(‘▽^人)

*CLUTCHES CHEST*

SHE NAMED THAT ANGEL OF THE BLIND KITTY JELLO.

THAT IS….SO HORRIBLY CUTE- A-AAH… ;A;

Hnhgfngf- my heart…feels so warm and so happy right now, HAPPEH LIL ANGEL OF THAT BLIND KITTY HAS A HOME NOW AND A NAME AND HIS NAME IS JELLO AND THAT MAKES ME ABSURDLY HAPPEH OH MY GAWD I’M SO WEAK FOR PRECIOUS LITLE PETS, I LOVE JELLO SO MUCH, I WANT HIM TO KNOW HE’S SPECTACULAR AND I LOVE HIM ;____;

It’s so, so, so, so heartwarming to know that precious angel Jello has settled in well with her!! THAT IS SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH PRECIOUS TINY LIL FLUFFBALL OF AN ANGEL DESERVES THAT GOOD HOME AND ALL THE LOVE AND OF COURSE HE’D SETTLE IN WELL WITH HER, SHE MUST TREAT HIM SO GOOD AND NICELY AND MY /gWADs/ THIS IS TEARING ME APART IN SUCH A LOVELY WAY, IT’S JUST- BLIND KITTY HAS A HOME AND A FRIEND AND I’M WEAK AASJDFLKGJADG DA ;A;

*SOBS*

AND COCTURA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;A; I GOT NEWS OF THAT PRECIOUS TINY WONDERFUL MARVELOUS LITTLE FLUFFY ANGEL, THAT SWEET LITTLE THING,T HAT CUTE LITTLE PIE, THAT PRECIOUS KITTY MADE OF SPONGEY SQUISHINESS ALSKJDKFKDJG KLAD JFKLDAGJADKJ

I AM

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY THAT SHE’S MADE HERSELF AT HOME NOW OH MY GWAD THIS HITS ME IN FRAGILE HEARTSTRINGS TOO AHAH SJKGHADKJHFA, I’m just…so weak for precious adopted pets finding a home where they’re treated nicely, it’s my weakness and I die and hngfnhg it’s- all so pure aaah ;A;

I’m so happy for both that tiny thing and for you to know that it’s all gone well and that she feels at home with you. It brings a lot of funny shenanigans, I guess, but it’s still so sweet and dear. Aaah, this is ENDING ME, it’s too sweet kalsjdlakj glkdagj akldjf alksjf lajg

So happy that precious lil Coctura found the very best home with a wonderful and responsible person that takes care of her and loves her so dearly and nicely. And so happy for you to have that wonderful friend home!! :’)

GASPS

Aaaaah! Ahahahahah, Coctura! No eating the cast, silly girl!! BG buddy needs it, am I right, BG buddy? Poor Coctura. I imagine her trying to nyom at the cast but her teeth, while sharp as all kitties have, are still too small for such a hard thing like a cast, ahahaha. But still trying and trying, with a paw on it, and getting frustrated because SHE WANTS TO NYOM WHY WON’T THING LET ME NYOM!? Hnhgfhnfhnjnfg, the adorable little thing o(>ω

And she stole half your sushi!?!?!? AH Ahahahahahha!!! COCTURA!!! Nooooo, you silly little bad girl, you don’t snatch your hooman’s food!! KLAJSFG DKLAJF AKLJFAKLDJG DKGA, I’M SO SORRY SHE DID THAT AND SORRY TO REACT LIKE THIS BUT HONESTLY THAT’S JUST ADORABLE KALSJDAKLDG o(>ω

I hope she liked the sushi, and that you didn’t stay hungry, BG buddy!!

“just thought I would drop in with some updates bc I know you were curious”

*dorky laugh*

AH HAH (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

Was I too obvious? (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄

Ahahahaha, aah, but seriously, I’m surprised you could tell I was curious!! I did react a bit too much when you first told me about Gym Coach…and second time too, so I guess it’s only obvious that I was, indeed, sorta curious askldjfjagd :3 Still,that was sharp of you, BG buddy!!

*gently and shyly squeaking*

Thank you so much for that, ahahaha. It made me smile a lot and also made me sorta shy, I was curious but too shy to ask!!! So gods bless you knew I was curious and thank you for dropping by with updates yourself… (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

ANYWAYS

BUDDY

How have you been!? I think this ask is from last week? So I’m wondering how you’re doing! How is your foot recovering? What about Gym Coach? Lil Coctura doing fine? And you, I want to know more about you and know if everything’s been okay!! :3

*LOUD SIGH*

AH~

BUDDY

THANK YOU :3

Thank you so so so much for dropping by to say hi!!! As always, it’s my pleasure and joy to read you and reply, it’s great to talk with you, buddy!! Thank you so much for taking the time and effort to drop by just to say hi, and for dropping in updates as to how you’ve been doing and everything! :3

Thank you for saying hi, buddy, I’m so happy to be talking with you again!

ANYWAYS,

my regards for beautiful lil Coctura!! I hope you two are having fun and that lil Coctura isn’t being too stubborn about wanting to eat the cast, ahaha :3

I hope you’re having a MOST FANTASTIC day or night, BG buddy!! Maccoonie hugs for you!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

#breakfast girl #coonreplies

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