#why would pee kill the carp!?!?

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7. Bad guy | Hinata Shōyō

Disclaimer: All of the characters belongs to Haruichi Furudate, they’re not mine.

Warnings: description of vomit and burping, a bit of diarrhea.

Name: Bad guy.

This came to my mind recently, so I thought it would be fun to write it since it’s a different character and not Tsumu! So I really hope you enjoy and don’t forget to request in the ask box that is OPEN, see ya in the next one!💘

Hinata sighed without any relief, as he flushed the toilet for like the third time. His belly was cramping and doing angry gurgles since after dinner, and he thought it was something like indigestion but no, it felt kind of different. Everything felt cold but at the same time warm, it was a strange feeling.

“No, not again.” he muttered, grabbing his middle with both arms, as he felt something warning to get out from his tiny ass.

He did “that” again and flushed the toilet a fourth time, sighing with relief while he washed his hands. Then, he got out of the bathroom and walked to his room, where Kageyama was waiting impatiently for him.

“You took your time, stupid.” he was clearly pissed off, as Hinata sat down on his bed next to the chair where Kageyama was. “The match started already and you missed the amazing jumps and spikes of Romero, asshole.”

“Ahhh?! It started?! When?!” Hinata was surprised, but not so conviced. He knew he was late and why.

“When you leaved to the bathroom, Hinata-boke!” Kageyama was pissed off with him, but he calmed when he stared at the screen again. Not giving a damn about it.

Hinata did not say a thing about it, either. He just watched the TV, with one hand rubbing his belly. He felt strange and his stomach was doing cramps still. He felt bloated and full, like he had eaten something he didn’t have to, and Hinata didn’t know what it was.

Kageyama seemed fine, so he couldn’t blame dinner. Maybe he was nervous, but why? It doesn’t make sense.

The two first years of Karasuno planned this a few weeks ago, both of them wanted to see the match, so Hinata offered his house for it. Since Kageyama doesn’t like the idea of having Hinata doing stupid things in his own house, like breaking a glass or something. And he had went to Hinata’s house so many times that it wasn’t a problem for him to pass the night there. This wasn’t nerves, he felt sick and queasy, and he had a bit of diarrhea too.

Geez.

Hinata sighed again and leaned back on his bed, still watching the screen as he rubbed his stomach up and down to ease the feeling. He was so queasy and sweaty that he couldn’t pay much attention to the game but still he tried. Kageyama was fascinated with it, what a sick of a Volleyball person he was.

“Ahhh, damn it! To the left! I told you to pass it to the left!” the dark haired boy seemed very mad with the setter and he yelled to the screen, moving his hands too.

“Kageyama, do you know he can’t listen to you?”

“Shut up, Hinata-boke!” Kageyama turned around just to yell at him, and then he turned back again to watch angrily at the screen. “Why he doesn’t use the left?! It’s clearly open, damn it!”

Hinata felt something rising up his throat and he burped on his fist. His face turned a bit red because of it but Kageyama didn’t noticed, or maybe he didn’t mind. He was so fascinated and mad with the TV that maybe he had even forgot that Hinata was there, it was a possibility.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Hinata said after a few minutes, when he felt like he needed to use it. Kageyama turned to see him, a little confused and mad. “I’ll be right back.”

“Again?”

“I took too much water before! Don’t blame my poor bladder!” Hinata yelled in defense, and Kageyama frowned with a face that had “i’m going to kill you boke” writen in his eyes.

“You need to learn to control your sphincters, you’re not a kid.” Kageyama said, clearly mad at him.

“Ahhh?! I can control them! But this time I need to go! Who are you, the maths teacher?!” Hinata yelled back, and winced a little as he felt a gas about to come. “I’ll be right back!”

“Don’t escape from me, you boke!”

It was late, because Hinata was already running fast to the bathroom. When he got there, he slammed the door in front of Kageyama’s face and sitted in the toilet just in time. The dark haired boy was now thinking how to murder a tangerine’s volleyball player.

“I’m going to kill you, you stupid! How do you suppose to improve yourself if you miss half the game?!”

“Don’t say it like that! I just wanted to pee! What’s the problem with that?!” Hinata lied, but only for his own good.

“Ok!” Kageyama exhaled with frustrarion. “This time you win! But when you leave the bathroom i’m going to kill you!”

“Ahhhh?? It’s not fair, Kageyama!” now Hinata was pissed off, already flushing the toilet. “Are you still there?”

“Yes.”

“Leave!!”

“No.”

“It’s my privacy you know?!”

Hinata shivered a little, and went rapidly to wash his hands. This time he looked at the mirror he had in front, and hell. He really looked bad, like a dead zombie or something similar because he was paller than before, and he felt chills. Hinata even felt sweat running down his back and forehead, but it wasn’t warm sweat.

How could Kageyama not notice this?

The small boy sighed in a shaky and queasy breath before he opened the door, expecting the worst. However, when he got out Kageyama wasn’t there. Hinata sighed in relief, because the last thing he wanted was a fight with Kageyama.

“Good...”

He muttered, still rubbing his upsed stomach as he walked back to his room. When he got there he saw Kageyama on the chair he was before, almost hugging the TV as he watched the players doing his job. Hinata, for his part, he leaned on his bed and gave out a tiny airy burp. His body needed to, he already knew that.

Geez, what’s the matter with me?

Shouyou burped again, and again. Kageyama didn’t protest about it, so it wasn’t really a problem. The problem started when Hinata noticed the taste of the upcoming burps, they were wetter and came up with an acidic taste, one he disliked a lot. After that, a wave of nausea shock his entire body and he felt chills again. He couldn’t help it when he gave out a tiny whine. God, he didn’t felt good. He felt so sick.

“Hinata, you’re grossing me out.” Kageyama finally said, without lookig at him.

Hinata felt more queasy now, and he sat up on his bed because the nausea was overwhelming him, and his middle was revolving itself. He could feel the foul-tasting saliva filling up on his mouth too and the room spinning. Geez, maybe he needed the bathroom again.

He was going to throw up.

The small boy tried to stand up when he realized, but he couldn’t. He belched again, with a choked sound at the end of it as he covered his mouth with his hand. Finally, Kageyama turned around to yell angrily at him, but when he saw him bending and grabbing his stomach shakily, he almost freaked out.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, not trying to touch him or get near him but he stood up. He didn’t know how to treat sick people. “Hinata, what’s wrong? Why are you like that?”

“I d-don’t feel good, Kageyama.” he hiccuped and put more force in the hand that was covering his mouth.

“Damn it.” Kageyama said, too anxious to say something more and he got a bit more close to him. “Is okay if I bring your mom here?”

Hinata shook his head and Kageyama took that as a “no”. However, Hinata was trying not to throw up on his carpet by convincing himself of not doing it until he get to the bathroom. His ears were pounding and he could feel warm liquid rising up his esophagus. He had no time but he couldn’t stand up.

The trash can, he needed the trash can.

“Hey, you’re not gonna puke, are you?��� Hinata nodded with his head as he pointed to the trash can. “Damn it.” Kageyama didn’t knew what to do even if he was told, so he tried to stand him up to bring him to the bathroom. He was so anxious, and Hinata didn’t judge him.

Hinata was shaking his head with both eyes closed as Kageyama stood him. The world was spinning and he was in a losing battle, his whole body was shivering and he jerked a little on Kageyama’s Jersey with a dry gag.

No, he needed to get away.

“Kag-”

His whole body yerked forward as a rush of pale brown liquid splashed in front of his carped with a sickening sound. In that moment, Kageyama was so damn glad that Hinata pushed him away before he could soil Kageyama’s jersey. However, now he was petrified as he watched him barf again on the carpet. The pool he had in front was disgusting and smelled pretty bad.

Hinata coughed hard and gagged again, bringing out more undigested food on the carped and a little bit on the floor. He heaved hard and tried to catch his breath, this time blewing his nose as he felt it itching because of the puke that came out from there too.

Kageyama swallowed saliva, as he jumped the pool on his feet to bring the trash can. Then, he putted it in front of Hinata’s face, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

“You- uhm...” Kageyama didn’t know what to say after, it was the first time seeing him like this. Actually, throwing up from sickness and not from nerves. “You done?”

Hinata shook his head and belched sickly into the trash can, jerking forward as more vomit poured from his mouth and nose. He couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to and he felt so sick. His bowels were cramping hard too, but he couldn’t go to the bathroom now because he was like a water hose at this point.

Round after round of vomit, without any break at the moment. Kageyama started to get worried, and a bit nauseous himself because of the smell and sounds of him retching.

“I’m going to- I’ll bring your mom.” Kageyama jumped the pool on his feet again and went to the door. Hinata whined, coughing hard as he retched again. “I-I’ll be right back.”

“Wait.” Hinata barely said, and Kageyama stopped there. “Don’t leave me.” he sounded like if it was a dying puppy asking for help. “Stay.”

Kageyama was about to get out and ignore him, but he wasn’t that bad to let him all alone when he asked him to stay. Hinata’s mother was maybe sleeping on her own bedroom. It wouldn’t take him more than 10 minutes to get her, but he stayed.

“Okay.” Kageyama said, trying to get close to him without touching the pool of putrid vomit. “Tell me when you’re done. I’ll stay.”

Hinata was about to answer when he got a break of vomiting, but he farted instead and Kageyama wrinkled his nose in disgust. Hinata blushed immediately because of it and just buried his head on the soiled trash can, as his bowels did angry and sickly sounds.

“What did you eat?” Kageyama asked, wincing. “It looks like you’re exploding yourself and we ate the same thing.”

Hinata coughed a bit of bile and inhaled strongly, trying to calm his stomach a little. He didn’t poop himself, at least that was a win for him.

“I don’t know.” Hinata gagged more bile and saliva, and then he looked at Kageyama. “Maybe you’re the next one, Kageyama. It’s called Karma.”

“Ahhh??” He looked too much worried, and Hinata smirked a little, coughing the last wave of yellow bile. “Don't put your superstitions on me, you boke.”

“Thank you, Kageyama.” Hinata said, after blewing his nose on the trash can. Kageyama looked confused, because he did nothing for him. He didn’t even put a hand on his back or something because he would soil his shoes. Why was he saying that? “You stayed when I ask you, sorry about that. I just... feel so sick.” Hinata burped slightly on his fist. “You can bring my mom now.”

Oh, that... makes sense.

“You- uhm... sure?” Kageyama asks, a bit unsure. “You emptied yourself?”

Hinata nodded, breathing shakily as he leaned back on the bed again. He felt so lethargic and sick, geez, he needed to clean his nose too.

“Don’t use your sleeve! You dirty pig!” Kageyama yelled, when he saw what Hinata was about to do with his own jersey, and he stopped. “I’ll be right back with toilet paper and your mom, so wait a little bit you stupid and impatient flea.”

Hinata couldn’t even answer, because Kageyama ran fast enough out of the room before he could say something or argue about it. Hinata felt really bad, his entire body was cramping but he felt a little bit relieved after vomiting, so he smiled and closed his eyes.

No, Kageyama isn’t a bad guy.

[chaos0pikachu]

I agree def with the fish out of water and this episode emphasized it narratively and metaphorically. 

I don’t know if I see Porsche as necessarily depressed or overly compromising his morals. Porsche doesn’t want to kidnap or kill people perhaps, but he’s not against violence for monetary sake. I think his morals - at least as we’ve seen them thus far - are more flexible than people think. I mean, he knocked Macau on his ass into a pond without a second thought and the kid is like, what Chay’s age? He was being a brat but Porsche said ‘fuck them kids’ without a second thought lmao

(That said, I’d be interested in why folks think Porsche is depressed in canon to see what I missed and I love hearing about how other folks interpret canon)

I think what the episode emphasized was the specific class difference between Porsche and Kinn. Porsche would never think about not peeing in a pond b/c of prized fancy carp b/c who the fuck owns prized fancy carp except bougie ass rich people? He scoffs at Kinn, Te, and Time because he finds them to be rich assholes. 

Porsche is adjusting to a different lifestyle on many levels; and I’m surprised people thought he’d be well-adjusted to start off. Yes Porsche agreed to the job, but that doesn’t mean he’d be good at it. Kinn even says fighting well doesn’t translate to being a bodyguard (and he’s right!). Porsche is there b/c Korn wants him to be, and it’s financially beneficial to be there. 

Tell me y’all haven’t half-assed a job you don’t even wanna be at lmao

Porsche IS a fish out of water. That's the point. He isn't going to try at the job because he never wanted it. That's the point. Did you guys miss the whole "I know you didn't want to be here but I would like for you to be happy" "What's happiness?"

I respect different opinion. Lawd knows I'm rarely on the same page with others. However, I'm going to go ahead and say that if you don't understand why Porsche is acting and behaving the way he is. You are never going to get him and are not going to enjoy this series.

He is fully capable, which if you've been paying attention, you'd know. He's depressed though, he has taken a job that goes against his morals. He has left a family member that he raised and is responsible for taking care of and doesn't know if he'll be needed. He can't contact any of his friends. He's surrounded by unfamiliar lands and hostile people. He is capable of everything they are asking him to do. However, he is depressed and can't think straight and no, he isn't going to even try.

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✰ * º ❛ you’re the worst sentence starters. ❜

‘  who knows their own address?  ’ ‘  are we feminists? is this feminism?  ’ ‘  i’m not a sidekick! i’m beyonce, not kelly rowland.  ’ ‘  your cockaholism may just be about the least important thing in the world to me right now.  ’ ‘  i wouldn’t call 10 a.m. ‘really early’.  ’ ‘  cool! let’s add cocaine to the butt stuff.  ’ ‘  you can’t leave! i love you!  ’ ‘  do you even know what love means?  ’ ‘  now go make me some bagel bites.  ’ ‘  love isn’t about having somebody get you things. love is putting someone else’s feelings above your own. do you think you could ever do that? honestly?  ’ ‘  do i look like a fitbit? i don’t give a shit about your sleep.  ’ ‘  why are you yelling at me? what are you doing in my house?  ’ ‘  i need you to act like a human person and pick up your damn phone when i call your skank ass!  ’ ‘  you know, after i cleaned the fries off your face and put you to bed, you said something to me that was pretty dark.  ’ ‘  did you wear your booby shirt?  ’ ‘  if i don’t get a night off soon, i think my liver is gonna slide out of my body.  ’ ‘  i’m peeing blood and i briefly forgot the word for telephone.  ’ ‘  you’re right. she’s gonna hate me.  ’ ‘  you think i’m an unfriendly treacherous mountain?  ’ ‘  we’re adults! we can do this ourselves.  ’ ‘  you’re losing your hair.  ’ ‘  practicing what? dying alone?  ’ ‘  i told the spice girls i was dying in order to get free concert tickets.  ’ ‘  i learned blue balls were a myth when i was 12.  ’ ‘  i’m not much of a cleaner.  ’ ‘  you’re not much of a human!  ’ ‘  did you slither out of your mothers cooch yesterday?  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i finally made a new friend and i tried to bang her the first time we hung out.  ’ ‘  no offense, but you’re kind of making my skin crawl.  ’ ‘  i’m not comfortable about feelings.  ’ ‘  aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink?  ’ ‘  i’m glad this is a one-night thing so we can reveal all this awful shit about ourselves.  ’ ‘  what do you mean you watch tv on your computer?  ’ ‘  i don’t know what i’m doing here. i’m not even attracted to you.  ’ ‘  you two are poison people. this is gonna end so badly.  ’ ‘  if you wanna go, just go.  ’ ‘  why can’t you just let this be over?  ’ ‘  you and i, we’re inevitable.  ’ ‘  move in with me.  ’ ‘  i just humiliated myself by accepting your non-marriage proposal, i cannot now move in with you.  ’ ‘  you’re just doing this as a hail mary because you know you’re about to lose me for good.  ’ ‘  what i have finally realized is that the worst possible draft of my life is the one without you in it. i hate it, but you goddamn floor me.  ’ ‘  oh shit... we’re gonna do this even though we know there is only one way this ends. whether in a week or twenty years, there is horrible sadness and pain coming in and we’re inviting it.  ’ ‘  she stayed! you say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a person on this planet who’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. she stayed and that means something whether you wanna admit it or not.  ’ ‘  i’m not doing anything... i’m crying in my car.  ’ ‘  don’t start keeping secrets now.  ’ ‘  the only thing i need from you is to not make a big deal with it and be okay with how i am and the fact that you can’t fix me.  ’ ‘  no, i’m mad at you because you think you can fix me! you can’t fix me! i don’t need to be fixed!  ’ ‘  it’s like you have amnesia. every day you think things are gonna be different.  ’ ‘  maybe you can understand this: i feel nothing.  ’ ‘  i’ll be back in a couple of days.  ’ ‘  you stayed? ...you stayed!  ’ ‘  you just said ‘boyfriend.’  ’ ‘  i understand that my actions could lead you to feel a bit unwelcome and i’ll work on not being such a control freak.  ’ ‘  i’m done comparing this to what normal people do.  ’ ‘  normal people are terrible.  ’ ‘  when i look at you, i swear i can see years years into the future with you.  ’ ‘  ...i love you too.  ’ ‘  i’ve just heard that you’re the worst.  ’ ‘  i tricked him into giving me back rubs, saying it made me horny.  ’ ‘  obviously, i thought it was, like, boring as shit.  ’ ‘  clearly you used to jack off to hemingway in high school.  ’ ‘  i’m an irresponsible monster who burned down her apartment with a vibrator.  ’ ‘  if there is even a remote possibility of breakfast and you don’t wake me up, i will never touch your dick again with any part of my body.  ’ ‘  jokes on you, dummy, i’m already horny.  ’ ‘  oh my god! that is so sexist and mansplain-y.  ’ ‘  if ‘i love you’ is like a promise, it’s just a promise to try real hard. doesn’t mean you can’t fail.  ’ ‘  i shit myself earlier and that is only the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me today.  ’ ‘  you knew who i was, you don’t get to act surprised now.  ’ ‘  bam! carpe those diems!  ’ ‘  i have to gone girl myself and start over where nobody knows me.  ’ ‘  i’m going to have a baby.  ’ ‘  i just want my kids to be sad when i die.  ’ ‘  i didn’t want to kill him. i just snapped!  ’ ‘  i feel guilty because of how much he suffered... and because you stabbed him on purpose.  ’ ‘  you’re so getting murdered.  ’ ‘  i can’t tell him my brain is broken.  ’ ‘  don’t stalk me again because you suck at it.  ’ ‘  back off, bitch.  ’ ‘  don’t go.  ’ ‘  i got your back, always.  ’ ‘  you might not be useful in the radish sense, but you’re a good friend and you make people happy.  ’ ‘  when i get back, you’re going to take me to a real bar and feed me cheap whiskey until i forget about that time i stopped being able to have sex with my boyfriend ever again because he took me to a bar that only served water!  ’ ‘  so, would you say it’s a... problem-free philosophy? it’s like... no worries for the rest of your days?  ’ ‘  did you just quote the lion king to me?  ’ ‘  hey, um, so listen... i think you’re funny and cute and i’d like to take you on  a date with me for a date.  ’ ‘  why did you put a murder tour on your list?  ’ ‘  you even quit a rewards club because you couldn’t handle the commitment.  ’ ‘  wear your stains on the outsides of your clothes.  ’ ‘  see? dogs eat nachos.  ’ ‘  hey, that’s your best garbage bag. you going somewhere?  ’ ‘  i’ll be out by the time you get back. have fun, you deserve it... whoever she is.  ’ ‘  red licorice vodka?  ’ ‘  send money, loser!  ’ ‘  and you date him... willingly.  ’ ‘  my heart is a dumb dumb.  ’ ‘  i’ve always been able to flip myself back over eventually, but... i ran out of times. this is how i am now and it’s not okay with you, nor should it be.  ’ ‘  i suppose it’s good that this happened now, instead of like, ten years down the line.  ’ ‘  the world is absolutely lousy with people and i hate them all. i hate everyone but you.  ’ ‘  what the hell is wrong with us?  ’ ‘  let’s make a pact never to feel anything around each other ever again.  ’ ‘   i’ve never eaten a blueberry.  ’ ‘   i’ve always had one foot out the door. with everything. especially with us.  ’ ‘   so, you might just suddenly bounce out of here?  ’ ‘  can we just... bail?  ’ ‘  you’ve had a little too much to drink, didn’t you, buddy?  ’

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Just Fishin’--Chapter 1

If you recognize it, it ain’t mine.

Rated M for bad language and sexy stuff later.

Chapter 1           

            It was about 4 when I rolled out of my bed, my head pounding with too much to drink last night while I was hanging out with my ‘friends’. Those girls have not a clue how to drink. They were drinking all sorts of frou-frou girlie drinks and there I sat with my Jack and Coke (heavy on the Jack).

           The more we drank, the louder they got, the less booze Des put in their drinks. I love going to bug Des at Bad Weather. He’s sweet and young, but very married. Been there, done that, ain’t gonna do it again.

           When I got there, he gave me a hug and said, “Hey, Sugar. I heard about the Pink Party tonight. Any special requests?”

           I smiled, “Yeah. Start me out with a Jungle juice then switch to TriWhiskey’s. After two of those, switch me to Fat Jack’s .And PLEASE, don’t use anything stronger than 100 proof for their shit.  Really don’t wanna have to carry them home. As it is, I am gonna pickle my liver. Have I told you I fuckin’ hate pink.”

           He laughed, “Sure have. Want me to sneak ya out, Sug,” and went to mix my drink.

           Before I could nod, the girls all came in. of course they had to put a sash and shit on me. Don’t even want to know where they found the crown that said ‘SINGLE’. I guess it’s the drawl back of being the only divorcee in our little group. That’s another sticking point. They can never understand why I hunt and fish…or why I always put in for out of state tags and go back to my hometown in Illinois for two weeks a year. The last time I went, he went off on me and tried to kill me. I let him have it. I’s finally done with his shit after 2 years of it.

           These citified girls were the only friends I was allowed to have. He pushed out all my hunting and fishing buddies. Still don’t understand why he was afraid of Charlie. Charlie is my brother Cody’s husband. I taught him how to make the world’s best stink bait and Charlie taught me the right way to clean an Asian Carp. I could always count on Charlie.

           Then it hits me why. Aw, fuck. Now I really gotta get up. Not only do I need to pee, but I need to clean my brain out. I showered, downed an aspirin, got my coffee, and looked out the window; it was kinda overcast and drizzly today-perfect fishin’ weather. After eating a couple pieces of toasted homemade bread and homemade blackberry jam, I grabbed my phone. No doubt my quasi adopted dad was awake, and if I was gonna surprise Red today, I’d need to clear it with Pop. I dialed him up and hit the send button before I could stop myself.

           “Jessie, this had better be good.”

           “Um. Hi, Pop. Can I surprise Red with fishin’ today? It’s perfect weather for it. I understand if there is something you want him to… ,” I was cut off by his reply.

           “Jessalyn!”

           “Yes, Sir,” I immediately countered.

           “It is fine with me. And, Jessalyn, how many times have I told you not to call me Sir.”

           “Too many to count, Pop. Sorry, Pop.”

           “Better, Jessie. When should I expect you?”

           “20 minutes, tops.”

           “See you then, my dear.”

             I hung up and headed to the extra room where my gear was stored. After 5 minutes of rummaging, I gathered up my chest waders and my rods. I made sure to lock my door on the way out as my ex had gotten in a few times. My tackle box and stink bait were always in the tool box in my truck. I stopped at the only bodega in Manhattan that carried chicken livers and grabbed a box. Just after I got down into the sewers, I stopped to throw on my chest waders.  

           Two minutes after I started toward the lair, I was met out in the sewers by a very groggy and grumpy Leo.

           “I don’t like you at the moment,” he grumbled and looked at my waders confused.  “What the hell are you wearing?”

           “Chest waders,” I smiled as I snapped the top of them. “Takin’ Red fishin’ wit me taday.”

           “For what?”

           “It depends on what’s biting.”

           “Not surprised. It’s you and fishing.”

           “Yet ya never complain when I hunt and tag out.”

           “Hell no. That is a shit ton of fresh game. I don’t think any of us would complain,” he paused. “Hey, do you remember that log of elk salami I hid?”

           “Yeah. Why?”

           “Mikey found it. I caught him merle-ing it like a cigarette.”

           All I could do was laugh. The mental image of Mikey with a log of salami hanging out the corner of his mouth while he was playing video games was just too funny. Soon, Leo’s chuckle was added to my belly laugh.

           When we got there, I snuck into Raph’s room and kicked the end of the bed. “Get up, Raph. WE are going fishin’.”

           He peeked back over one heavily muscled shoulder and grumbled, “Fuck you, I’m sleepin’.” Then, he proceeded to bury his head under his pillow.

           I noted that one massive bare foot was hanging out of the blankets. In retaliation, I smiled and barely grazed my nails along the sole. It was funny as shit to watch him jump.

           “Stop that,” he half whined as he jerked his foot back under the blanket.

           I moved up next to him and sat down, then laid back over his shell. “Come on, Raph! The weather is perfect and the fishies is bitin’,” I said in a half sing-song voice.

           “Stupid fish,” he growled from under his pillow.

           I slid off of him and down to the floor. I leaned over the edge of the bed by his muscled arm and whispered, “Get up. Get up. Get up.”

           After a few seconds, one bronze eye rolled open. In its grumpy depths, there was exasperation, mixed with a good bit of curiosity, and the barest hint of mirth.

           I grinned. “You love me!”

                         Raph’s POV

           The second I caught sight of those blue green eyes shining I knew I was done.

           “Unfortunately,” I growled and rolled over, pulling the blankets back up over my head.

           Inside, I was secretly fangirling over those eyes. They start out darker blue green around the edge and they have flecks of yellow and brown all the way to the pupil. The color turns to a pretty spring green the closer ya get to the pupil, too. All of that is encased in that amazing almond shape with naturally long lashes. Her pretty eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles. I have never seen her fake one yet. But when she smiles, those dimples come out and I have an awful time trying to act like a tough guy; she turns me into a puddle.

           In less than a second, she had somehow wedged herself between me and the wall. She sat there, hanging on to my arm and half shaking me and nearly sobbing that the fish are gonna go back to sleep if we don’t get moving.

           I couldn’t help it, I started laughing. “Alright. I’m up. Stop it, Woman.”

           Before I could blink she was in the door way. “C’mon, Raph, we’re burnin’ daylight!”

           “Ah, Babe, it’s still dark out.”

           “Yep.”

           “Then…Nevermind.”

           “We leave in five minutes!”

           In four minutes, I was waiting for her to finish going to the bathroom so we could go. As we got closer to the truck, I could smell the stink bait. I know it’s her great granddads recipe, but it reeks. The stench alone could probably take the finish off of a Buick. However, I am lucky in that even though my snout is slightly more sensitive, I live with Mikey, so terrible smells come with the territory.

           I had a good laugh watching her climb up in that jacked up old Chevy Scottsdale. This thing is sweet. It has a lift kit and super knobby tires. It also has a snorkel package and a brush guard. I thought it was dirty, but when I got closer I realized it was painted to look like Realtree camouflage.

A/N--Inspired by Maddie and Tae’s ‘Shut Up and Fish’

[ohsokey]

Carpe Noctem Finale Part 2

All things must come to an end. People must die. You must make a choice. The future depends on it.

Genre: Angst/Action

Word Count: 2.8k

Written by: M.L. Johnson; D. Garcia

Plot by: D. Garcia

- Two Days Earlier -

“Namjoon. Nice of you to get a hold of me.”

Jungkook was standing in the middle of the room as if he was waiting for Namjoon all day. Namjoon could see deep anger and hatred in Jungkook’s eyes. The last time Namjoon saw him this way was two years ago.

“Thanks for meetin-.”

“Cut the bullshit,” Jungkook interrupts. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

“I propose a deal.” Namjoon looks at the floor, barely holding himself up. He hated himself for the proposition he was about to do. “I’ll give myself up to you if you promise that (Y/N) will be safe. From all of this.”

Jungkook’s face lights up.

“Deal.”

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-Present Day-

Flushhhhhhhhh

Finally. It’s been way too long. You finally went pee. Good thing Jungkook’s warehouse had a few bathrooms laying about. But now it was time to get down to business.

You run around looking for stairs or ladders that could lead to the roof. There didn’t seem to be any exits that aren't sealed, so you figured going up was your next best bet.

At last, you see some stairs in a dark corner. You run up them and find a door, locked with various wheels and levers. Fidgeting around with the mechanisms, you start to give up.

You walk down the stairs, scanning the openness as you descend. You can see that there’s a control panel on the wall next to the stairs that had a few buttons and levers, but it isn’t obvious what their function is. As you approach the panel, you see one lever, in particular, stand out. It was large and painted red, looking straight out of a Frankenstein story.

You hesitate, but curiosity gets the best out of you.

You pull the lever.

And with a thundering CLUNK…

...everything goes dark. And quiet, except for the sounds of various things shutting down.

But one sound comes from above you. It came from the door. You stumble your way through the darkness and crawl up the stairs to approach the door. You feel hot steam coming out from the seams. You reach for the lever, and to your surprise, the door slowly opens.

A faint light emanates from the room opened in front of you. It’s roughly the size of a bedroom, and inside in the middle is a small table. And on the table is a smartphone.

You rush to the phone to see if it has any battery life.

8%

You quickly get to the dial function and put in Jin’s number (you were always good at memorizing numbers). The call fails to connect, however, and you see that the phone has no service. Desperate for signal, you stand on the table and lift the phone in the air. You wave the phone back and forth, but it still doesn’t come through.

Defeated, you hoist yourself back down and start to walk out the room and down the stairs, using the phone as a flashlight. Halfway down the stairs, however, it starts to ring. Staring at the screen, you see a number you recognize.

Hoseok.

Hesitating, you decide to answer it.

“H-hello?” you answer.

“(Y/N)?” replies Hoseok. “Why did you answer Jungkook’s business phone?”

“Hoseok? Is Namjoon there?! You have to put him on!”

“Namjoon? No, first you answer me. Where’s Jungkook? Why do you have his phon-”

You hear a bit of commotion coming from Hoseok’s end.

“Hello?”

It was Namjoon’s voice.

“Namjoon?! It’s me! I’m trapped in a large warehouse behind… well, I don’t know where it is. But I think it’s near the old airport!” you plead to him.

“What are you even talking abou-”

Once more, commotion.

Hoseok returns. “Okay, (Y/N), I know where you are. Hang tight. We’ll be there.”

The phone hangs up. You panic once you realize that Hoseok is coming for you. He’s done nothing but set you up, time after time. A rescue from him can mean nothing good.

You check the battery.

3%

You see that signal has once more gone away from the phone, but you have one more thing you have to try. You bring up messaging and try Jin once more.

You: Jin! Come to a large abandoned warehouse near the old airport! I NEED HELP NOW!

Send.

And then darkness. The phone had died, and now you are stuck in darkness once more.

Making your way down the rest of the stairs, you try to feel for the control panel with the levers. You find the large one you switched off from before and put it back into position. The room starts to pulse with life, and you can hear the noises from hundreds of computers clicking on and booting up. You scan the room, looking for something (anything) you can use to defend yourself with.

A chair? A stapler? A broom?

Actually, you think to yourself, the broom wouldn’t be too bad. Assuming you break it and use it as a spear. You find a broom in some corner and break it over your knee like the badass you are. Now, equipped with your newfound badass spear, you make your way to the door that Jungkook originally dumped you in. You hide next to the wall and wait.

Someone was bound to show up soon.

And low and behold, moments later you hear the door start to creak open. Your heart starts pounding as you hold the spear into position, ready to pounce on your prey. You see the moonlight peek inside, illuminating the silhouette of the figure stepping in.

It was Jungkook.

This was your chance.

You lunge forward, bringing the spear down, but he sees you and quickly dives out of the way. You go at him, swinging and lunging, but he expertly dodges every attack.

“(Y/N)! Stop this! I’ll fucking kill you if I have to!” he yells at you. “You know I can!”

“You have to die. Here and now. This madness has to end. I won’t allow you to kill everyone in the world!” you scream back, still throwing attacks at him.

“I don’t want to kill everybody. Only those too weak to survive in the coming age. Those who will slow down the progress of a new humanity!”

Not buying into his bullshit, you manage to catch him in a corner. Jungkook’s back to the wall, you step forward and lift the shattered broom, preparing for the kill.

“Any last words?” you ask him, as a smile comes across your face.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says back with a smile. “Backup.”

Confused, you go to lunge into him anyway. But suddenly you feel the spear stop. Glancing over you see a hand. Turning a bit more reveals Hoseok, gripping the broom handle. Hoseok looks you in the eyes and then shoves you to the ground with a kick, taking control of the broom as you fall.

“Glad you could come, Hoseok,” says Jungkook. “But how did you know I would need you here?”

Hoseok looks at you and winks. You get up and rush at him, but as you do you notice that Namjoon and Taehyung had just walked into the room.

“(Y/N!” yells out Namjoon. He starts running to you, and you instinctively run towards him, out of Hoseok’s way.

Hoseok, however, doesn’t heed any attention towards you. He stares at Jungkook instead and points the spear his direction.

“You think I came here to help you, Jungkook?” asks Hoseok. “I came here because I finally have to the opportunity to capitalize on my plans. Everything I’ve been setting up comes together here. Now.”

Jungkook looks at Hoseok with a bit of sadness and confusion.

“So, you really did betray me then? You weren’t just pretending so that you could bring (Y/N) to me?” asks Jungkook.

“Betrayal requires there to be someone to betray.” Hoseok steps closer. “And you aren’t someone. You are no one. Nothing. And now I get to kill you myself.”

“Hoseok! Stop!” cries out Taehyung, who had just finished running up to him. Taehyung grabs the spear and looks into Hoseok’s eyes. “If you kill him, you’re no better than him!”

“I don’t have time for silly idioms and sentiments. We all know that Jungkook is an evil that the world would be better without. Jungkook?” Hoseok turns towards Jungkook, who now looks like he’s accepted his fate. “In the other warehouse where I told you of (Y/N)’s plans, I was lying to you. When I sent you pictures and memos saying that I had (Y/N) by the tail, I was lying to you. And when I said that I would follow you to Earth’s end, I was lying to you.”

Hoseok lifts the spear. Taehyung backs off and looks in horror. Jungkook stares at the floor. You get to Namjoon and he pulls you into a hug, trying to shield you from the sight. He whispers a shhh into your ear.

BANG.

A gunshot goes off glass falls from the ceiling. One of the lights was shot out and everyone’s attention turns to the man now standing in the doorway.

Jin. With a smoking pistol.

“(Y/N)! Here! Now!” Jin screams to you. “RUN!”

Jin keeps his gun pointed around the room and beckons for you to escape out the door. You look into Namjoon’s eyes and tug for him to come with. Namjoon looks towards Hoseok, who was now running to take cover behind a desk. Namjoon then looks at you and shakes his head. He runs further into the warehouse, towards Hoseok.

Devastated once more, you run towards the exit. You make it past Jin and get outside, but then someone steps into your path once you do.

“Where do you think you’re going?” questions Yoongi. He punches you, making you recoil backward with the pain.

Jin points the gun at Yoongi, but as he goes to pull the trigger, Jin feels a stabbing in his leg. Jungkook had come out of the warehouse and somehow had gotten control of the broken broom. Jin cries out in pain and hits the floor, his pistol falling a few feet from him. You see the gun and jump for it, but so does Yoongi.

Yoongi’s hand grabs it first, but you pin his hand down and wrestle for it. The two of you rumble and tumble, rolling through concrete and gravel. You feel yourself being pulled apart, though, and see Namjoon tearing you away.

But now you have the gun.

Yoongi gets up and takes a step back. You look around and see that Jungkook was approaching you, holding the spear. He seems determined to get revenge on somebody, so you point the gun at him. He stops in his tracks and drops the broomstick.

“Jungkook! Get back here!”

You turn to look and see Hoseok and Taehyung running towards the forming group. Both are limping in their attempt to gain distance. Jungkook must’ve put up a good fight against them.

With the sound of screeching tires, you see Hoseok and Taehyung jump out of the way of an oncoming vehicle. The car comes to a halt, and Jimin peels out of the car.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Jin! Get in!” Jimin yells out. Jimin then sees a bloody Jin laying on the ground, however, and runs to go get him up.

Hoseok catches up to Jimin, though, and tackles him to the ground.

“Hoseok! What are you doing? We’re just here for Jungkook!” yells Namjoon, confused by Hoseok’s actions.

“Fuck Jungkook! We have to take out all who stand in our way! Any who aid our enemies are our enemies themselves! And Jin is an enemy.” Hoseok punches Jimin. “(Y/N) is an enemy.” Hoseok punches Jimin again. Hoseok lifts his fist high, preparing for a devastating blow. “And even Jimin is an enemy!”

Hoseok brings down his fist, but he becomes surprised when Jimin catches the punch and throws Hoseok off of him. A bloody Jimin gets on Hoseok and starts to choke Hoseok with both of his hands clenched to his neck. Namjoon runs over and kneels down to Hoseok.

“You promised me a future. You said you could give me redemption. Make my actions matter and to atone for my sins. But, Hoseok, I realize now that you are not the great man that you painted yourself to be,” Namjoon says to him. “Jimin, do what you have to do.”

Namjoon stands back up and walks back towards you. Jimin clenches tighter to Hoseok’s throat but is kicked off by Taehyung, who has just now gained strength to enter the fight again.

You look over and see Jin has been crawling towards you.

“(Y/N)! If I counted right, there’s one more in that chamber! You have to make a decision!” Jin yells to you.

At the sound of Jin saying this, everybody at once turns their attention to you. Jin struggles but manages to stand back up in front of you. Jimin shakes off Taehyung and rushes to go help support Jin. Taehyung helps Hoseok up and tries to help get him to get out of there, but Hoseok tugs for Taehyung to help him towards you instead.

“We have to get out of here, though!” Taehyung says to Hoseok.

“We don’t leave until Jungkook is dead,” he replies.

You wave the gun in every direction, keeping everyone at bay. Taehyung and Hoseok join the forming circle, and now you have everyone surrounding you. Your mind races, sweat pours from your face. You have one bullet. One chance to end one person’s life. You look into everyone’s face.

Jin.

Jimin.

Taehyung.

Hoseok.

Yoongi.

Jungkook.

Namjoon.

The choice wasn’t as obvious as you would have wanted it. But now you had the clear shot. You knew you wouldn’t miss. Worry fills everyone’s face. Nobody here wants to die. But after everything you’ve been through this past week, you think that you’ve made your decision.

You know who you want to kill.

You raise the gun.

You point.

At yourself.

“NO!”

Namjoon rushes towards you and grabs your arm, pulling the barrel away from you. You struggle to keep it away.

“You can’t do this! Don’t take yourself away from me!” Namjoon screams, tears rolling down his face.

In the struggle of both your arms going back and forth, you hear, and feel a BANG.

Namjoon staggers backward, letting go.

He looks down at himself, and you see what he sees. Namjoon’s shirt was filling with blood, right near his heart. Namjoon looks up to your face, and your eyes start filling with water.

“Thank you.”

And with his final send off, Namjoon falls.

Everyone stares. Nobody dares make a move, nor make a sound. Namjoon’s body lays there, blood pouring out onto the ground.

You drop to your knees, drop the gun, and bring your hands to your face. You weep.

Jungkook breaks the silence.

“You know, (Y/N), this was avoidable. If you had stayed loyal to me, Namjoon would still be alive. I would have kept everyone you wanted safe and alive. Namjoon’s death is on you, and you alone.”

Jungkook steps forward and smirks.

“I still have those loyal to me, though,” he continues. He turns to look at Yoongi, and hands him the spear from the ground. “Yoongi, take this. Kill Hoseok first. Then kill (Y/N). The rest can die in any order.”

Yoongi takes the spear but then looks at Jungkook. He looks back at Hoseok from over his shoulder. Hoseok gives him a smile out of the side of his face. Then Yoongi looks back at Jungkook once more.

“I don’t work for you.”

Yoongi suddenly stabs Jungkook through the abdomen. Jungkook looks down in shock and pain. Yoongi peels the spear back out and pins the sharp end up below Jungkook’s chin.

Jungkook lifts his head slowly and looks at Yoongi. He starts to laugh.

“Kill me now, but know this. The plan is already in motion. Humanity will be revived from the ashes, and it will be stronger! The world will be a place where those who are strong enough wil-”

And with a swift motion, Yoongi brings the spear up through Jungkook’s head. Yoongi releases his grip and steps back. Jungkook falls to the floor.

Hoseok and Taehyung walk towards Jungkook, while Jin and Jimin make their way toward you. Jimin helps you to your feet.

“What do we do now?” Jimin asks, looking back and forth from you and Jin.

“We fight the new enemy,” you answer. The three of you look at the other group.

Hoseok looks back, puts his arms around Taehyung and Yoongi, then smiles.

Jin, Jimin, and yourself.

Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok.

War is coming.

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Back inside the warehouse, one lone computer sitting in darkness boots on. A green screen pops up runs a script. Some text then appears, as well as a countdown.

Operation Final Liquidation commencing in 3…. 2… 1…

END CARPE NOCTEM.

More adventure awaits with The Dulce Periculum Saga, coming soon!