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among the trees of aokgahara lived a witch. he lived his life surrounded by death & decay, spending his time in the company of the spirits that decided to take their lives on his lands. while god punished those who commit suicide, he welcomed them with open arms. many of the souls of the dead were reincarnated into the animals of the land, joining yamaguchi in peace. while they may become something new, the personality of each & everyone still showed through no matter how much they changed physically.

if you asked yamaguchi how long he’d been there, he didn’t know. he had no way to record time — it could have been decades, or it could have been centuries. the only things that were immediately noticeable was the difference between day & night — the concept of seconds, minutes, and hours had no place here. inside of the witch’s cabin, there was no electricity, candles had to be lit every night if he wished to read, or he sat under the moonlight. the room was orderly, but still very packed. there was an abundance of books & bottles, containers containing different ingredients, as well as two separete altars, one dedicated to the moon and the other the sun. his bed was nothing too grand, and his kitchen even less so. for the most part, he stuck to a vegan diet — only eating what plants & berries that he knew were safe for consumption.

the bounds of aokigahara were unknown to all who visited, many feared venturing too far in because of superstition. whether it truly was magic, or uncanny luck, yamaguchi never had an issue finding his way around the forest. there was an intuition built into his mind ( likely from the many, many years he’d lived there ) that let him find his way, no matter the destination.

the clothes that yamaguchi were nothing special, lots of black, at night he blended into the trees almost perfectly. on his hands & wrists he wore an obscene amount of jewelry, each made to represent & house a different type of gemstone. his face was painted in few places, mainly underneath of his eyes — the rest was covered in hundreds of freckles.

just about every person that encountered the witch in the forest never returned from the forest — they were all broken souls, tired of life & looking for an escape. because of this, many began to tell legends of a witch that led anyone that entered the forest to their death. yamaguchi didn’t believe that it was his place to try & make people change their minds. all he could do was be sure to care for them afterwards. interfering would mean changing fates that were not his to change. playing god would only get him into trouble. if he wished to live peacefully in the forest, he couldn’t allow himself to offset the balance of the world.

while he was searching for herbs, he felt something off. each time someone new entered the forest, he felt something in the back of his head — something telling him of their arrival. he never thought much of it. after all, it was quite useful. heading in that direction, yamaguchi felt a familiar presence. the crow that had startled the stranger landed atop the witch’s shoulder. it was a familiar bird; he once was a tall, dark - haired man, riddled with depression & hopelessness. now he followed him around as if he were a familiar. staring down at the new stranger, the crow & the witch’s beady eyes stabbed at the blue - haired boy. it made him wonder why such a fearful person stepped into the forest. with his mouth pressed in a straight line, he awaited an explanation from him.

Incantation | Witch!AU

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It may have been the most insane thing he ever did in his life (or at least one of them), but Kishigami Komari was convinced that he’d find his true self while walking into the cursed Aokigahara.

Usually, people would come to this place in order to end their lives in an instant, quickly, mercilessly, yet courageously. The thick growth in these parts of Japan, at the foot of mount Fuji itself, they were said to be the perfect grounds for spirits, demons and creatures of the likes to roam around and mislead lost souls into their own demise, if not to lure them into a death wise stronger than any human could resist. Some even say that a witch was guarding the woods like a deity — but Komari was neither scared nor baffled, he merely thought that the closer he would get to nature, the closer he would actually come to a paranormal or inhuman encounter, the more clear his third eye would become in order to see what mortals couldn’t. 

He was not suicidal, neither was he trying to be unthankful; he had a good life, he lived with his mother, who took good care of him and encouraged him to become a doctor in order to help people. However, his only interest in medicine so far was in order to get his satisfaction for the flesh. His need – no – urge to touch a human body and to feel the muscles contract in ways, it was the only way for him to actually feel alive – to feel as if there was some human desire inside his sick mind. And he had to conceal, wrap it up – wrap it up – just wrap it up tightly, hidden away from the eyes of his loving mother, hidden away from the judgemental looks of strangers. Unhinged. That’s what he truly was —- or at least he thought so —- but how would he know what the real Kishigami Komari was like if he had to act upon other people’s expectations?! That’s exactly why he was entering this godforsaken place in the first place. 

The darker it had gotten around him, the harder it was to see – his imagination running wild, the turquoise-haired boy was not sure anymore whether or not these were trees and branches he saw or actual figures moving in the darkness. Each and every time that he heard something move behind him, around him, above him, he stood still in his tracks and trying to understand just what made these noises. Glancing over his shoulder shortly, he gulped hard before moving onwards on his trail, despite not seeing a path at all anymore for he had long passed the public areas of this place.

“Raccoon and Fox, you won’t trick me, Raccoon and Fox, you won’t trick me…” The effeminate person sing-songed to himself in a rather superstition that his mother taught him: whenever something odd was happening, it must’ve been the fox or the raccoon attempting to trick you, right?! Therefore, telling them upfront that he was not believing in their backhanded traits, it would fend them off. 

Though, that’s when he heard a screech right next to himself and before he realised that it was a crow rising from the ground to take off and fly away, he had already stumbled backwards onto his rear, absolutely terrified. 

If he had ever believed in a God, it would be right now: hopefully a merciful one who’d help him out of this misery and will send him towards the right path instantly.

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it wasn’t very rare for yamaguchi’s mental state to get him into loads of trouble, the kind that he was miraculously never caught for. whether it was talent, or just a streak of luck was for someone else to decide. his position in the yakuza wasn’t anything noble, he didn’t have the sort of name that people could place a face to immediately. he worked in the shadows of everyone else, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. going to meeting and keeping face with important figures was not his forte, he’d much rather do the dirty work on the side & never have to negotiate with some strange foreign leader in a room that was far too grand to house criminals. though, despite being in the yakuza under a leader, he was considered to be a wild card. there wasn’t many people who could keep him in check -- though, he was considered to be the perfect kind of crazy to fit the bill as a glorified murderer. 

there was times where he simply couldn’t control his own psychosis & it would lead him to doing things without the normal empathy that one who functioned properly could. he would often mistake people for those that he been killed before ( or those who wanted to kill him ), or he would swear he heard a voice that told him to do it. other times, yamaguchi was simply convinced that he had an uncontrollable lust for blood -- he knew that he was losing it, but he couldn’t control his own emotions. 

every time he fell victim to his own psychosis, he would come back to a bloody mess. it wasn’t until the victim was dead that he could see they were no enemy of his. he couldn’t be bothered to feel guilty -- even civil casualties had their own uses. he could give the bodies off to people that specialized in removing organs to be sold for a very high price. money was not a key motivator in his head, but it was something that made him appear useful. the moment he stopped being useful to his organization, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. perhaps kill himself? he wasn’t sure what would come next if things took a turn for the worse. 

yamaguchi couldn’t remember what had occurred that night, but when his head became somewhat clear, he recognized the all too familiar smell of death. he could taste the iron in his mouth, blood dripping down his own face. he must have hit a artery in the stranger’s neck -- he was showered in blood. calm as ever, he place the body off to the side, covering it with any debris he could find it the ally -- though not before he took a picture on his phone of the corpse. noting where he left the body, he would be sure to share the location with komari within the next day.

stumbling out into the street, it was already completely dark outside. it made his appearance a bit less visible to anyone that may pass by, which would have been surprising at this time of night. many of those that he was able to find at this time of night were street scum or prostitutes. squinting at the street sign, he realized that this area was closer to komari’s apartment than his own. why not just pay him a visit now? it would have been much easier than walking around with nothing but the dead to keep him company. in the back of his head he heard the softest whispers, enough to drive anyone mad. it didn’t matter if he covered his ears or played music, they would always be there to torment him. 

it was an easy task for him to pick the lock on komari’s door, he’d done it many times before. usually a yakuza member would have far more security, but perhaps the man was just being kind to yamaguchi by keeping it simple. kicking off his bloodied shoes, he walked over to the couch & collapsed onto it -- letting his head slam against the back rest. putting his hands over his ears, it was a fruitless effort, but he couldn’t help but find comfort in trying to save himself. he wasn’t able to hear the door open, leaning back with hands over his ears & his eyes shut. if he kept them closed, he didn’t have to see them. 

it wasn’t until he heard a familiar voice that he lowered his hands slowly, opening his eyes to look at the man. “can you tell them to shut up, it’s making my head hurt.” he babbled underneath his breath. “shut up--” letting out a sigh, yamaguchi felt for his phone in his pocket. everything was still wet from the blood, but he managed to pull his blood - smeared phone from his front pocket. he had all intents to show komari the photo he took earlier -- but once the other ( with a semi - sane mindset ) saw his appearance, he would likely force the freckled man into clean clothes & a bath.

Duo di Morte | Yakuza!AU

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Komari never really fit in entirely; usually, the Yakuza was known for their rather racist tendencies towards anyone who was not Japanese or semi-Japanese – gaijin was usually the term used – and the man was one of the lucky few who had Italian ancestors mixed in his gene pool. Certainly, it gave him some advantage once they were working together with the Mafia brothers (that was a cool nickname he came up with, initially it was Fratelli della Mafia, but nobody really caught on to that, therefore he switched it up), however people weren’t trusting him as much as expected. Surely, he did not understand how any of them could trust someone who was working the brothels, or the casinos, let alone an assassin ring —- but he also did not judge them for tiptoeing around him at all times.

His department was not any less cruel, but boy, it brought in the big cash. Kishigami handled the black market for organs and anything that the human body could provide. Sometimes, he was trying to get deals done with Arakita and his men, in case they killed someone for their boss to make sure to let him and his boys know, so they could just exploit a dead body for what it was. And surely, it was not a shocker anymore to anyone that the first thing Komari thought of when anyone brought up the next victims that fell under the murderous impulses of the Yakuza was to save what’s left to save and sell the organs at the highest bidding price. 

Just what exactly was it that would make someone leave med school in order to pursue a rather dark job and more so ending their possibility and chances at climbing the ladder of society? Nobody really understood how someone with such splendid and almost marvelous future ahead of them, wealthy family, intelligence, good grades, best manners would ditch all of that simply to become a Yakuza —- some even speculated that he was simply a thrill-seeker and wanted to test his limits at full speed until he’d crash against the next best tree, dead. But Kishigami merely interpreted his change of paths in a manner that confused everyone: “Some flowers don’t bloom in the warm rays of sunlight – some flourish in the dark, only then finding their true beautiful form.” And perhaps that sentence made some believe that they were dealing more so with a lunatic than anything else.

At the dead of night, the turquoise haired male arrived at his apartment complex, while unlocking the door to his penthouse at the very top, loosening up his tie as he exhaled deeply; he really could need a nice glass of whiskey on ice right now, but alas he also still had to do some paper work for their boss, so he wasn’t all too sure about intoxicating himself like that. 

Once he stepped into the apartment, he kicked off his shoes and made way into the apartment, though before he turned on the light, he could tell that somebody has been in there —- was that one of Arakita’s lapdogs who intended to kill him off? Well, even so, their boss would be dissatisfied with such a result – after all, Komari’s department was practically the money maker machine, right up there with the casino. And his gut feeling told him that whoever it was to intrude his privacy like that was not here for harm – perhaps even one of his own underlings…

“I don’t really like playing hide-and-seek much. It’s really rude to just make yourself home at someone else’s apartment like that.” The man finally turned on the lights and looked around, making sure to keep one hand at his fire weapon in case this was a burglar. However, once he entered the vast living room, he was met with a familiar face – Yamaguchi sitting on the couch. Was the man in trouble? Was he looking for a hideout? Was he bringing good or bad news? Kishigami was not sure how to feel about this late night visit. “Ah… Yamaguchi-san… よ・か・た・ねぇー…” Exhaling then as he put one hand onto his chest, slumping his frail shoulders. “You gave me a fright there~ aha…” 

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      Unaware of Yamguchi’s thoughts of how cute he found Komari’s despair and weird actions, he just rambled on and on, until the other would finally speak up for himself and clarify what was worrying the first year so much.

            Though, his heart skipped several beats probably as soon as he heard him out, staring at him both shocked and surprised – pleasantly so. With pursed, trembling lips, Komari attempted to find words to return to his, but found himself tongue-tied – how odd, it felt rather weird! His stomach felt light and he swore, he might’ve thrown up just now if he didn’t feel so good about it – like an army of bugs or flying insects making their way inside his intestines, what a very strange feeling! Nontheless the tingling sensation was somewhat icky too, but he wouldn’t complain.

      This sensation however was about to be replaced with a more unpleasant shock when the other referred to him as disgusting – only to state that it was a joke. After his eyes had widened, he glared a little, playfully so, puffing his cheeks into a pout and smacking the other’s arm with his fist. ”Senpai! That’s not funny!“ Admittedly, though – he thought it was just as dorky as he wanted the freckled male to be, so it wasn’t that bad; it was just funny to mock him back, and slap him every now and then. Still, it made him flush just the faintest tint of pink when Noriyuki decided to touch his hair, something he wouldn’t allow just anyone to do – certainly not! – and whenever his upperclassman did so, Kishigami felt content all of a sudden.

                  In all honesty, at this point the assistant couldn’t even stay mad at the other, no matter how upset he had been just minutes ago – right now, he just felt too flattered, too flustered and too pleased to even speak up. People usually didn’t affect him – neither negatively nor positively – but this boy… he was so weird, so awful and so… different to him. Invading his innermost feelings with his monotonous ways, making Komari feel like he lost any ground underneath his feet, because he didn’t know what to make out of him – or what to make out of his own feelings. Yes, he knew he wanted him and him alone and he knew he loved this stupid person more than he had imagined he could love anyone in his entire life – weird, he just thought of himself as a level-headed, cold-hearted personality, but here he was being squirmy and excited while he was showered with those compliments, when usually he’d avoid people who did these things to him.

            Reaching out then with both his hands, he took Yama’s into his own palms, squeezing a little as he leaned forward to rest his tired head against the boy’s chest. "It’s weird how you can like me so much even though I’m so difficult. I’m– uh– sorry… for being so jealous and possessive. And all over unhealthy with my attitude.” That kind of apology wasn’t only rare, but also sounding so weird coming out of his own mouth, gulping hard as he tried to figure what else to say. Burying his face tighter and closer to the other male, he let out a muffled “I love you.”, while feeling weird if he had said this openly and without a filter.

while a part of him found the other’s reactions adorable, he wouldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. he wasn’t the kind of person to receive compliments ever, so he wasn’t quite aware of the impact that such meaningless words could have on someone else. many of his thoughts swirled within his head, never to be shared with anyone else. 

the amount of emotions that komari shifted to was surprising to the other. he was a very mild personality, not the type to get worked up over small things -- though, yamaguchi couldn’t quite settle on who was more abnormal in terms of expression. komari for showing a lot, or himself for showing none. it was strange to watch the other’s face change so easily depending on what words came out of his mouth. he’d never had such an effect on another person before -- even tsuji was monotone like him to a certain extent. the freckled boy’s eyes stayed glued on his counterpart’s face, trying to read just what was going through his head. for once, the blue - haired boy was completely silent, seemingly at a loss for words. that worried him. perhaps he’d been too blunt with his words? all he could do was stand there helpless and wait for komari to tell him what he was feeling, because he couldn’t understand otherwise. 

it was a good idea to clarify that what he was saying was a joke, because otherwise . . . he’d already seen the look of shock on the first - year’s face. though, once he explained it to be a joke ( clearly not a very funny one ), the other’s face quickly turned playful & for once, he felt relieved about that. yamaguchi constantly fucked things up because of his lack of emotions, so even if it was just once that he could do something right, he considered it a small victory. 

pulling his hand back rather quickly, he wasn’t sure if he crossed a line that he shouldn’t have by touching his hair. komari was always just as aloof as he was, but in a far less approachable manner. while he was just plain strange, the other had an air of arrogance around him to the point where he seemed to be disgusted by all other humans ( minus the small sum of those he deemed good enough to be seen with ). “sorry, your hair looked like a mess.” yamaguchi said, trying to explain the reasoning behind his gesture -- the lack of tact in his explantation would have been enough to earn him a slap from any girl. sensitivity was not something he excelled in. 

once komari took his hand & leaned in close to him, he suddenly felt stupid for having to explain his own act of intimacy. he could feel himself sweating out of anxiety, not enough to be noticeable to anyone but himself. he was careful to keep his breathing steady, because he was positive that if he started to breathe any heavier, the first - year would notice. it was hard to hide embarrassing reactions when so close to someone else. “it’s weird how you can like me when i’m so awkward.” he let out a soft sight following the last word, continuing to explain immediately after. “i don’t really know how to interact with other people well, so it’s nice that you can be so patient and understanding with me.” while komari did get angry with his mistake rather often, he was also quick to forgive the freckled nerd. those sort of interactions only helped yamaguchi realize what was socially acceptable & what wasn’t. when it came to loving someone else & showing it, he was completely clueless. he was disconnected from the world as it was, but to try and show such confusing affections to someone else . . . it was often that he would trip up. looking up to the ceiling, he awkwardly brought his freehand up to gently stroke the back of the other’s head, feeling his well - cared - for locks. “i l -- love you too.” 

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      He did take note of that attempt that sounded like a compliment – though it was hard to figure due to the other muttering so badly and not even finishing up his sentence. Smiling up brightly, he tended his head cutely, not getting into mentioning anything about it, not because he was polite and wanted to soothe the freckle face, but more so because he wanted him to spell it out properly, acting like he did not hear him – but still blushing lightly over his nicely shaped cheekbones.

            "Aha~ what? He still needs to sleep with his big brother to feel safe from ghosts? Oh no, how silly.” Gesturing slightly as he spoke up, giggling at the thought of Noriyuki being troubled to share a bed with his younger brother. “Guess that means you won’t get your alone time to jack your meat?” The first year added with such a sweet tone to his voice, almost making those filthy words sound innocent and adorable, though his shifty looks spoke a whole other language, just trying to taunt the other – or getting him out of his comfort zone – for teasing matters, obviously, because he just loved to pick on that adorable boy all the time every now and then. “Right, right! Let’s go.”

                  Following up to the taller male, he did not mind if he were to cross paths with either of the family members – Kishigami knew his good points, those were being polite and making people like him within a second. Doubtlessly, he would be able to pull that with Yama’s mother – needless to say that it’s due to his splendid relationship with his own mom. He might be insecure about the two siblings and his father, but he guess he was able to do it nonetheless.

            If anything, the boy did not expect his upperclassman to be so… tidy. Certainly, Komari had his own quirks about cleanliness – for one other reason probably – but he had seen the sprinter as a slob more than anything else… a nice surprise, though. “Does your mom clean up your room?” He asked quietly just to make sure he was right about his presumptions, but he’d see once he’s going to receive a reply. Without another word he flopped down onto the boy’s bed, leaning against the wall to which it was situated, hugging his legs to take up as little space as possible, sighing as he watched the other prepare their movie. “I brought snacks, too. They’re in my bag… I hope you’ll like at least one of them.” Honestly, he was clueless about what kind of things the other liked – mostly because it was so hard to read that quiet and stoic teen. For now, though, he was just looking forward to lean against Noriyuki and pretend to be scared – maybe even cuddle up, who knows.

bringing a teammate into his own home was definitely a foreign feeling to yamaguchi. the only person from school that was allowed to step foot in his house up till this point was tsuji -- though, they had somewhat of a complicated relationship. it was much different than the ones he had with mizuta or ihara. komari on the other hand was someone that he hadn’t spent very much time around, not compared to the rest of the team ( sans midousuji ). he wasn’t ashamed of the house that he lived in, or his family acting funny either -- he simply wasn’t the kind of person to easily allow others into his personal life. while he was friends with quite a few people, tsuji was the only one who knew details about him that he didn’t care to let anyone else know. 

     plugging his dvd player into the back of his tv, he replied to komari without as much as a glance over his shoulder. “yea, he’s five.” while some people would find such a young brother as an annoyance, yamaguchi didn’t mind. at times, it was relieving to have an innocent companion that followed him around, even thinking that he was cool. he wanted to cherish it while he could, because in six or seven years, he knew that admiration wouldn’t last. as soon as his younger brother would realize his older brother is an oddball & a little bit off the edge, he was sure to be just as ashamed of it as his parents. it was very important to his family that he wasn’t open about his condition -- they didn’t even know that tsuji knew. “you’re gr-- . . . weird.” he quickly caught himself, not wanting to sound like a certain captain. once the tv was set up, he placed the dvd inside & walked to his bed with a remote in his hand.

when the other tried to get him riled up with innocent teasing, yamaguchi didn’t fall into the trap -- not the way that others would. when he was asked if his mother clean his room, he simply replied with a monotone, single - word answer. “no.” it was just like komari to try & pick at people ( even if it was playful ). he liked to think that it was a habit that the other picked up from midousuji. though . . . it was much less vicious when coming from the first-year. 

skipping through the commercials, the freckled boy gave a side glance to komari. it was a good thing that he was so prepared, because it hadn’t even occurred to yamaguchi to prepare snacks for both of them. he was a little air-headed at times -- or rather, he was awkward. social interactions weren’t his strong suite, and his family rarely had guests to accommodate. he wasn’t a picky person when it came to food, so he wasn’t worried that the other brought snacks that he wouldn’t like. even if he did, yamaguchi was the kind of person to sit there & eat them with a neutral expression, it didn’t matter how much he hated the taste of them. settling himself into the bed next to komari, he clicked play once the film was on the main menu. there wasn’t many horror movies that he hadn’t seen before & this was no exception. however, he wouldn’t complain. watching movies over and over again was something he did often, especially if he liked them. “it’s fine. i didn’t think to get any snacks.” it was poor hospitality on his part, but he was almost positive that komari’s standards for him were very low. he certainly never made the impression of being reliable.

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unlike the lone wolves’ leader, who had a habit of showing his emotions like an open book . . . yamaguchi was a man that struggle with emotions. he lacked the feelings necessary to change his facial expression -- he hardy smiled, cried, or blushed. it just simply was how he lived, the same straight - laced lips plastered across sullen features. he wasn’t one for leaving the base in search of trouble, surely he had plenty of reading that he could be doing, but midousuji always made sure that he had handfuls of work to keep him busy each second of the day. it was nice to have something to do -- but on the other hand, he was exhausted from being overworked all of the time. it wasn’t as if he was handed simple jobs either, he wasn’t just thieving or collecting debts. he was stuck with missions that were far more complex, ones that required stealth & cunning -- and more often than not, bloodshed. unlike the likes of the gang, he wasn’t woozy at the sight of blood. like always, he was dead pan about it.

standing over his handiwork, yamaguchi was caked in blood -- his hands, jackets . . . even his face were splattered with the viscous liquid. it was an all - too familiar feeling, to have such a sin displayed on his body. it wasn’t like anyone that saw him would be shocked . . . while the wild fangs had their gambling, lizard hell had their murder. it was just the things that groups were known for. no one would be surprised by a man in a lizard hell jacket with blood splattered across his person. 

flicking his knife closed, the freckled man stuffed it into an inside pocket of his jacket. so long as he didn’t display his weapon openly, he doubted that anyone would try to get involved with him. the body wasn’t necessarily a problem . . . he had to leave it at a specified spot & someone else would pick it up and dispose of it for him. it was the perks of being in such a large, organized group. if he was the one to kill someone, he never had to worry about the clean up. despite hearing someone yelling out to him, yamaguchi remained clam -- continuing to move the body by it’s arms to the designated spot ( located off to the side, in the shadows of the alleyway ). 

finally, he would turn to face the lone wolves’ member, hearing them yell something about territory -- of course, midousuji didn’t respect the laws of territory. if someone was on his hit list, he’d send someone else, no matter whose grounds the mess was made on. staring at the opposing member with a look of surprise in his eyes . . . he immediately recognized the face as the leader of the lone wolves. it was only his luck to run into such trouble -- surely the man was going to be ridiculously angry about this . . . 

“i’m done here. pardon the intrusion.” the smaller said politely, trying to keep their speaking to a minimum. he was never exactly good at talking to people -- and to a gang leader nonetheless.

ヒットマンナンバー4 | Bōsōzoku!AU

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Sometimes, he had to agree with that airhead Ashikiba: long walks in the middle of the night surely had something about them to clear the mind. For a change, the Lone Wolf was not cruising on his beloved motorcycle around town to cause some ruckus and mayhem. It was one of these nights when he just wanted to clear his mind and understand things more properly. It wasn’t as if he had been depressed or as if something was bothering him and his thoughts to cause sleepless nights. In fact, it was just his solemn nature that was showing every now and then. Despite his rather loud attitude, Arakita was actually quite the thoughtful man. Maybe he was one of those individuals who thought so much about everything and anything, that he consumed the emotions of all these things so deeply, like a sponge, to make him feel really exhausted at times —- to cause him to react with emotional outbursts in order to get rid of all these things he took in too deeply and didn’t know how to express them otherwise. It was lonely nights like these that were a nice change for once, to give some peace and quiet to the man’s rush of a life.

As he wandered through the city and paths which were barely lit by any street lights, he took note of a figure in a dark alley. Side-eyeing at first, he eventually stood still and turned his head all the way to look at them more obviously. Their back was turned towards Yasutomo, so he couldn’t get a good look on them —- but one thing stood out instantly. The leather jacket on which a huge pattern was imprinted that clearly said ‘Lizard Hell’. 

His face froze, unsure how to feel about it. Unsure to make sure, whom he was dealing with. He was good friends with Tsuji and Ishigaki —- but that man looked nothing like them, not even from behind – he was a little smaller than Ishigaki, and certainly not as creepy as Tsuji… but then again, he had a weird aura about him. It couldn’t have been Mizuta, that brat probably was fast asleep in bed like a little middle schooler already. And Midousuji, well, he rarely was seen outside of the base, living the haughty leader life, a leader who rarely did anything by himself except for ordering around. So… who the hell was that!?

“OI… LIZARD HELL.”

Shouting out towards the figure, he was not frightened to walk over to them, approaching them closer and loser. “The hell you’re doing there? This is the Lone Wolf territory if we go by gang code. All y’all wannabes don’t follow the fucking code anymore, it pisses me off!!!” 

As the taller inched closer, he squinted his eyes, getting irritated with the man. “OI, I’M TALKING TO YOU, don’t turn your ass to the leader of the Lone Wolves, show me your fucking face, idiot!!”

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      "Like hell it counted…” Komari then pouted, sticking out his tongue as soon as he was finished wiping his mouth, finding that feeling so disgusting – he guessed, eyeball licking was more of a Midousuji-thing and not his…

            Though he was taken aback from the suggestion – despite the monotonous voice, he was surprised that the freckled male would suggest something like that at all. It wasn’t like Noriyuki had the heart for those affectionate things, which left Kishigami a bit saddened, more so because he wasn’t asking for affection from anyone else – and he would be find without it – but it was different with someone he liked.

                  “It’s no surprise when we have a do-over…” He sulked, sticking his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “…I really wanted to see your stupid face when you didn’t expect something…" 

      Pausing then, he looked back at the third year, standing close to him, playfully kicking against his foot. "Besides, I’m the one kissing you 90% of the time, so I don’t really care now. Just… yeah… Happy Valentine’s Day…”

he figured that the other wouldn’t agree that the kiss still counted. it was surely a surprise, but not the kind that komari was expecting to give him. yamaguchi wasn’t much of a romantic, so for him it was good enough -- but these kinds of things held weight for the other. leave it to the freckled boy to fuck up something that was intended to be romantic. though . . . his boyfriend should have expected such when he metaphorically signed up to date the man. he wasn’t the most gracefully & certainly had very little experience with other people, let alone dating someone.

    it seemed that his suggestion of having a do - over wasn’t going to fly either. simply by the pout on the other’s face, it was clear that the idea didn’t resonate with him. he knew why -- it just wouldn’t be the same. it was meant to be a cute surprise, he wasn’t dense enough to look past where komari was going with this. there wasn’t anything he could exactly do to fix it, but he still wanted to make sure that their first valentine’s day together wasn’t complete shit. 

“i mean -- i was still pretty surprised.” it was meant to be a light - hearted joke, but in his monotonous voice, it didn’t sound as funny as he had hoped. “i know it wasn’t the kind you were . . . intending . . .” what else could he say? sometimes things just didn’t go as planned? explaining that to komari however -- would only make the situation worse.

“it’s not like this is going to be our only valentine’s day, you know?” it happened to be a holiday that happened yearly -- but he supposed that this was their first. ugh -- there just really was no fixing the stupid mistake that he made.

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hikiniku:

      If anything, Komari expected the other to turn his face away the moment he actually returned those kisses – but he was rather surprised, dumbfounded even to realise how Yama was taking advantage of the situation and keeping close – if not closer – to the smaller male, without much hesitation he obliged to the hand that pushed his jaw ever so gently, trying to experience this as passively as possible – mostly because he was always the one to give and give so much towards the freckled third year, and this was a first timer to have it the other way around.

            Without a doubt, this left the usual articulate boy speechless, to the point that he kept in position even though Noriyuki had moved away to inhale already – he certainly forgot how to breathe just then and there – but soon he realised that he could move and stop standing there, mouth agape – it looked like he was waiting for this kind of intimacy to continue, how silly. His face flushed a darker shade of red, fumbling with his fingers and hands around before he touched his lips with one finger awkwardly.

                  ”E—-Eh?“ Komari then asked a bit confused, staring at the other’s sudden sass attack – oh, the third year was walking on thin ice…

            With a big grin then, he eyed the other, not really minding the monotone sound of his voice as he bent closer. "I can’t believe you actually did as I told you to do. You’re such a cute pet!” The boy then replied – though his voice was a lot more endearing than the other times when he decided to tease the other – but he guessed, it was alright when the other started that kind of taunting. Tiptoeing then, in rush though, he grabbed the other’s shoulder to push himself up and smooching the boy’s cheek, before he moved away. “That’s why I love you, Yamaguchi-senpai.”

he wasn’t sure if his gestures would frazzle the boy in the way that he wanted them to, but it was worth the effort. he knew that komari thought that he was rather cowardly & not capable of taking control of situations -- but he was entirely wrong there. with ishigaki gone, he was the one asked to take control of the team, in the inevitable case that midousuji would give up on them. sure, he used to be a push over, but with the help of his senpai, he was able to become a much stronger person -- strong enough, that he wouldn’t let even komari push him around. 

     waiting for a reaction from the other, he found that his kiss left the blue - haired boy speechless -- maybe he had more power than he thought . . . either that, or komari wasn’t as strong as he let on to be. yamaguchi still considered the other to be equally as awkward as him, but in a much more graceful way, so letting him be the one left wordless for once was quite a feat. it was usually the freckled boy to be the first to choke up. he had to commend him however -- no matter how awkward they both may be, komari had a much bigger history in dealing with midousuji. befriending him even? that alone made him a stronger person in the eyes of . . . well, everyone. 

once the boy broke out into a grin, he knew that he was attempting to cover up the fact that yamaguchi, quiet, short, BORING yamaguchi, just caused him to be tongue - tied, even if only for a few moments. he wouldn’t kill komari’s spirit. if he wanted to be in charge & act as if he had this under control, he would allow him to think that he believed that -- only for the sake of the boy’s ego. “is that so? be careful how soon you say those words, it could mean bad luck.” he said -- his expression was equally as monotone as he always had been. 

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every day, it felt as if midousuji was working him & poor tsuji to the bone. mizuta was hardly given any sort of responsibility, but honestly . . .  who would that be surprising to? the moment that he got home, yamaguchi made a dead bolt to the bathroom, determined to take a shower before anyone else. he wanted to blood caked beneath his finger nails & across his torso to be gone. simply showing his hands to anyone in line for the shower was enough to make them cringe back a spot so that he could have his turn. it was common knowledge to the rest of the men that tsuji & yamaguchi were a duo out for blood, and that while one of the two seemed to be empty -- he was still not to be messed with. he & tsuji both had the looks to not be messed with, but for some reason, yamaguchi emitted this aura that he seemed easy to push around. however -- it was entirely false. beneath that quiet, distant aura, was a man as cruel as his senpai. 

after his shower, he walked out only in the ripped jeans & cut off shirt he generally wore beneath his leather jacket. keeping the jacket slung over his shoulder, he made sure to mumble a little word of thanks to the man that allowed him to go first. his bare arms now represented the reason that no one would truly mess with the man. demonic symbols littered the entirety of his arms, displaying his occultist hobbies. it wasn’t just something that scared others, it was his religion. he hated to get too much into detail with people that didn’t agree with his beliefs. 

on his way back to his room, yamaguchi was careful not to run into midousuji. he hated dealing with that retched woman. any chance to escape her disgusting presence, he would certainly take. even if he had to walk all sorts of back hallways just to get to his room, he wouldn’t mind the extra walk in order to avoid their boss . . . & mizuta while he was at it. 

when he finally came to his room, he noticed that the door was open -- even if it was just slightly. someone was in his room? it was worrying to think that someone like mizuta was poking around his own room, but even more worrying to think that someone not in their own gang could be in there. while he didn’t have anything useful to take in his room, yamaguchi was definitely a memorable member of lizard hell. he was the one, next to tsuji, most often seen with blood on his hands -- a prime target for anyone that didn’t like the gang as a whole. stepping silently as he got closer to the door, the freckled man snapped open his pocket knife, making sure to keep it close to his person. working in a gang like lizard hell made him more of a paranoid person than he ever was in his entire life. when the gang belonged to ishigaki, he never imagined someone breaking into their base -- but with all of the enemies that midousuji loved to make, he couldn’t be so sure anymore. 

pushing the door open ever so slowly, he walked in quickly -- pointing the knife at whoever it was. freezing at the sight of a familiar face, yamaguchi snapped the knife closed and shoved it back into the pocket of his jeans. “miss onoda --” he said, clearly taken by surprise with her presence. she wasn’t unwelcome in his room, but he felt foolish for not considering the chance that she could have been the person in his room. it was somewhat of a gang rule that they were to watch out for her -- though, it wasn’t a rule that had to be enforced. once you meet the small, rabbit - hearted girl, you were immediately filled with the want to protect her. for someone as heartless as he, it was difficult to feel guilty for pulling a knife on a woman -- but somehow onoda managed to fill him to the brim with guilt. his face wouldn’t show it, but it was still there. 

looking at the books & whatnot that she was snooping about in, he asks. “are you familiar with ouija boards?” it definitely didn’t seem like something that a cute, anime - loving girl like he would be into . . . but people could surprise you. many people had a secret love for the occult, despite yamaguchi being very open in his lifestyle. even his room was littered with posters of symbols & statues representing gods & the likes. his room was rather frightening to anyone that didn’t know what occult was -- & even then it could still be terrifying. 

shifting his gaze to the side, he tried to forget about pulling a knife out on the woman -- but, even when trying to change the subject he still felt bad. “sorry for before . . . “ he muttered awkwardly, not wanting to admit what he had done. while giving a bullshit apology, yamaguchi sat down in front of his book shelf next to the small woman. 

ゾゾ | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

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It was quite interesting, that gang base of theirs. Lizard Hell, to be more specific. Onoda never really understood how they truly worked, and neither did she want to know. As long as Midousuji and her would get along and she would not be on her bad side, it was alright. Some things just were beyond her: such as wanting to live life on the edge on the daily… it was quite a shocker. She was already so mentally exhausted seeing shady people at the diner, but actually getting involved with them like these guys (and a girl, of course)? It was nerve-wrecking to say the least. 

While she hung around at the gang’s base, she waited patiently for the members to return solely because she had become something like a little mascot hamster that needed protection from evil men at night. She thought that she was being a hassle to the men and their female leader, but honestly, it was as if they needed such a bright goofball around to keep the mood humane and refreshing; it was as if they willingly wanted her around and wouldn’t mind walking her around to her home, solely to recharge on the girl’s bright appearance.

But the curiosity went both ways, even if she was not trying to be too nosy. Who could blame a girl that was bored out of her wits when waiting for hours and hours at an empty place she could barely call home.

As much as all of them were rather interesting personalities with fascinating personalities, none of them was as mysterious as Yamaguchi. While Mizuta was pretty much open about his intentions with her (and she would shut him up quickly with her remarks, despite feeling quite bad about them afterwards, but some men needed to learn it the hard way), Tsuji was not so open, but clearly behaved like an older brother who only meant to make sure that she was okay. Ishigaki was actually really polite and (without a doubt) pretty similar to Sakamichi herself – both very happy-go-lucky characters who tried their best to stay positive despite the situation. Now, Yamaguchi… he didn’t smile often, nor did he laugh. He wasn’t exactly a serious type like Akihisa, nor was he a ‘clown’ like Nobuyuki… but she was not sure if he was simply shy or humble, if he was bored or observing. While the bespectacled girl could pretty much sense how each and every one of them were working and how they were thinking (or at least as much as she could know by sheer observation of everything at hand), it seemed as if none of her instincts were working on the freckled member of the gang.

Roaming around, she knew exactly which of these doors was the one leading to the man’s room; was it wrong to snoop around unasked, entering another person’s bedroom while they weren’t even present in order to decline or accept the offer to see it? Of course, it was! Her heart was racing just thinking about getting caught – but all she meant to do was to understand that mysterious Noriyuki a little better and try and get along with him just as well as with the others. The moment she stood in front of the door, she hesitated though; wondering if she shouldn’t just turn back and wait at Akira’s room as she had promised. Shaky hands moved closer and closer towards the handle before she held it tightly, knuckles turning white. She could feel her heartbeat thrusting against her throat, making her dizzy, nauseous. Though, curiosity got the better out of her and she simply opened the door, slowly, but steadily, peeking inside.

The room sure smelled stuffy, but that was probably due to the man not opening his windows to let some fresh air in. Therefore, the girl moved slowly towards a window and opened it while she was in there – it couldn’t be healthy to sleep with such little oxygen, right?! Her blue hues scanned through the room, not touching anything, as much as she was curious about the man, she really did not want to cross the line (at least not too much, it was quite the rude thing to do just… being there). As she stopped before an array of books, she merely read the back of them without moving them out of place —- satanism, occult, paranormal, spiritualism, summoning… Yamaguchi sure loved these kind of dark topics, huh? She would keep that in mind next time she wanted to start a conversation with him. 

As scary as these things were, she would not ridicule the other for being so fascinated (almost passionate) about it. Everyone had their quirks; while she couldn’t stop talking about anime and idols, Noriyuki surely would start bubbling a little more if she mentioned his favourite topics. While some would call her otaku, she would not do the same and throw labels at the quiet Lizard Hell member. 

That’s when her eyes roamed further and spotted an odd thing beside his bed, leaning against the night stand —- it looked like a board to play with, but she doubted that he was into board games like Monopoly. Despite the fact that she did not mean to touch anything whatsoever, she would inch closer and kneel down onto the ground, pulling out the item, blinking at it for a few moments. “Oui… ja… huh…” She mumbled, tending her head lightly as she sat on the floor, analysing it properly. Being clueless as how to play it, she did notice the latin alphabet aligned in a manner, as if this was some instrument to use for communication. All the while she was trying to decipher the meaning behind this ‘game’, she was way too consumed by it to notice that anyone could’ve returned back to base —- let alone catching her red-handed while being impatient to wait for anyone to return.

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hikiniku:

            Side-eyeing the flames that appeared on top of the ouija, Komari’s attention was drawn back to the item, sitting up in his bed and watching in disbelief. As soon as a figure formed out of the fire, he got so excited – only to be… somewhat disappointed. That demon didn’t look… all too scary? Not at all? Nubby horns, tiny even – scales all over his face, like freckles, just… more massive, bigger, taking up a lot of space on his skin. Frowning a bit, he tended his head, trying to take this seriously though he honestly couldn’t.

      “Pardon me? Japanese, do you speak it? I don’t talk demon.” The turquoise-haired male then retorted, unaware of the Latin roots in the words the other entity just spoke, though minding to watch him closely once he moved around his room.

            Kishigami wasn’t afraid of this situation – even though he should probably be. Demons weren’t to be joked around with, not to mention summoning one might be idiotic to no end. But this one looked so harmless, it almost caused to feel pity for that poor being. Almost.

                  Once the other had started to pick up things and ogle at them, the boy was a little unpleasant about it. Looking was one thing, but touching was something else. Simply walking up to the other, he stood beside him, fetching whatever item he had just groped into his own palm, shooting him a glare, though smiling nicely – just in case, being polite was still something the teenager hold onto. “How about we don’t touch everything, don’t you think that’s a little rude? Use your eyes to see, not your grabby hands…”

            Putting the item down to its respective place, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking over the slightly taller figure as he pondered. “You want souls, don’t you? I can give you one. Not mine. But I can feed you souls. Plenty! All meaty and tasty!!! You like meat, right?! A-Anyway, u–uhm… you do the wish thing, right? You’re able to fulfill wishes in exhange for a soul, right? How does that whole thing work… uh– d-demon… without a name.” He realised how silly he must sound – wondering if his counterpart was even able to understand him, unaware of how casually he must sound about this whole procedure —- probably something rare among humans, to be so nonchalantly about evil beings such as demons. “You’ve got a name? Or shall I call you scales? Or nubby horns?”

the other was clearly a human, he didn’t need the sass to understand that much. from the poorly accented latin, to the simple appearance. humans didn’t have the attributes of a demon, or an angel for that matter, so it was hardly a challenge to differentiate. the entire time he scanned his summoner’s features, he could feel a similar gaze on himself. it was only natural to be curious of each other after such a strange meeting. summoning demons at a shitty party was one thing, but trying to summon them alone in your bedroom was another. 

   “oh, you don’t? you seemed to be speaking demon just fine before.” he of course is referring to the summoning. it wasn’t a surprise when people pretended to know the language in order to speak to demons. he just didn’t see the point of it. it was unwise to call upon those who you could not understand.

despite his poor appearance, yamaguchi had some kick to him. would he show it to the other simply for calling upon him? unlikely. if anything, the other might have an even bigger interest in him if he knew the things he was capable of. there was nothing here that caused him the need to be fearsome. 

touching the things in the other’s room was his own way to learn what each and every thing was . . . what it felt like. the demon world was incredibly bare compared to this, so touching small items -- statues? -- was a new feeling. when he heard a complaint from the other about his snooping, he didn’t put down what was in his hands. he simply held onto it as he spoke -- a kind of mini rebellious act towards his summoner. “you invited me in, did you not?” he teased. surely, this boy did not know the words that he was speaking when he invited the demon into his space. 

when the item was snatched from him, yamaguchi took absolutely no offense to it. he simply looked at the other with his hollow, black eyes -- even the whites of his eyes were nonexistent ( another way to tell a demon from a human ). his expression twitched in disgust, muttering. “don’t describe souls like that or i will never have an appetite again. of course, i am capable of granting wishes in exchange. depending on the wish.” he wanted to force himself back into the underworld at the other’s next comment. how could he summon a demon and not know the name of said demon. it was pathetic. “the japanese call me noriyuki.” he replies, trying to hide his disgust in the other’s ignorance. 

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internally, yamaguchi wondered ‘ why does EVERYONE think i’m tsuji ‘. with his reserved attitude, he was more than cautious not to say something so bold & short-tempered out-loud. “no.” he replies, quick to deny & quick to try and avoid conversation. 

not only did this guy seem incredibly clumsy, but he was a giant. a big, clumsy giant. what a contrast to midousuji. 

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“I am not sure if Arakita-san meant you with ‘gloomykid’ or someone else… but you do look gloomy… huh… are you KyoFushi’s climber by any chance?!”

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hikiniku:

“You’re very, very welcome.” Komari sing-songed cutely, giggling at the end of his phrase. “I’m sure, you have some bravery inside of you… hidden away. Perhaps, you want to trick others to believe that you’re an average guy? Perhaps, that’s your strength? To be a decoy?” Spilling his thoughts uncensored, he shrugged then.

“Now, now, I want to know your opinion too, please~! Where do you think I would belong best?” Slytherin. He already knew that this was what Noriyuki would think of him —- what everyone basically thought of him! But this was nothing bad: he is ambitious and cunning, knows what he wants and goes for it. Was that a bad thing? “I’m sooo curious, senpai…”

even the tone of komari’s voice made him think that he was simply being joked about -- he didn’t really think that he was brave. that was absolutely not the case. “where do you get these ideas from?” it seemed that his underclassman had assumptions made about him -- which were absolutely not correct, for the record -- that he was some kind of secretly strong person underneath the introverted exterior that he put up. 

there was an obvious answer to the other’s question, knowing that anyone would blurt out the words slytherin without a second thought. unfortunately, yamaguchi knew him better than that. by no means would he think that komari was easily categorized into a house viewed as bad. “i think you’d be a ravenclaw.” he doesn’t give much explanation to his choice. to be fair, he wasn’t much of a harry potter fan. if there was anything that he remembered, it was that slytherin was bad, hufflepuff was weak, gryffindor was good, and ravenclaw was full of smart students. 

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hikiniku:

Aware of the lack of hospitality towards Midousuji and his ‘friends’ – or however you want to call those who are in cahoots with the new gang leader – Komari was not hurt in the slightest. He deemed that kind of reaction to be very sentimental and… honest. Surely, none of the others liked Komari much (with exception for Mizuta perhaps, cause that guy honestly asked him “Are you a boy or a girl?” the other day, presuming that the blond was simply really eager to flirt with a girl, and Ishigaki of course – he was just too polite and kind for his own good), but it didn’t change that Kishigami caught himself being curious about the freckled male. Ever since he saw glimpses of his occult desires and whatnot, the medical student wanted to approach him more and more. Of course, that would be a hard task, considering that he was not liked much. Almost like a thorn in everyone’s eyes. 

Being faced with cold facts day in and day out, having an outlet into the paranormal was quite… thrilling. To talk to a demon? To sacrifice something – or someone – to Satan? To explore haunted buildings? It sounded like something that would give Komari the option to see the world from a different view than the usual —- that is, if Yamaguchi wanted him around, if he wanted to become his friend and such. But that was out of question. So… what other choice did the turquoise-haired guy have than to stalk him? Aside from actually start a conversation, of course – but today was different anyway.

“Ufufu… concerned about me? I doubt so. Let me enjoy a smoke while I watch a church being burnt down, Yamaguchi-san…” The boy retorted with a chuckle, inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke. It was not hard to get that the freckled gang member did not buy any of his words – but he would see eventually that he meant his word. “We are playing on the same team, even if you don’t want me on the team. I am not shooting myself in the own foot. I’m an informant, yes, but I only answer questions Midousuji-kun has posed to me. What he doesn’t know, he won’t ask about, therefore, I won’t have reason to report any of this. Besides – I only give information in exchange for money. I highly doubt he’d pay me for information on his own gang.” They’re all his zakus, so they’re not worth the while to that guy. And certainly not worth the money.

Tending his head slightly, he shrugged his shoulders. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that.” Pausing some, he giggled sweetly, almost bashfully as he thought about his wording. “I actually really wanted to spend some time with you, you know? All of those creepy things you do – the rituals, the spirit talking, the… uhm… occult, and all… it’s really cool to me. I rarely get to hear or see these things at college and… I rarely get to talk to many people. Actually. Only talk to Midousuji-kun… so I wasn’t sure, how to approach you about it.“ Aside from the fact that Yamaguchi clearly didn’t want Komari’s company? Yeah… “Either way, aside from the babbling, heh… I would love to learn all these things from you… senpai.” Teasingly referring to the other as a senior simply to show him that he was ready to learn new things from him – ready to become friends and spend time together. But he also did not expect this to actually work that way…

Blinking at the other at first, he then smiled and chuckled. “Well, I was not sure. You seem eager to die for your Lord Satan, therefore, I wanted to make sure… but I won’t stop you from burning down that building.” Once he was warned to step back, he did so obediently of course, waiting for the man to have his way and starting the fire – only for Komari to toss his barely used cigarette into the fire as well, watching the flames with admiration in his eyes; that Yamaguchi Noriyuki, seemingly bland and boring, was so much cooler than expected. It almost made his heart skip a beat – well, almost. Clapping his hands cheerfully, he hummed in the depth of his throat. “Good job, senpai.” He cheered happily, morbidly so when thinking about the matter at hand; but to be so ballsy and to actually burn down an entire church —- Komari certainly was seeing Yama in new colours…

As they gazed at the flame, Kishigami caught himself side-eyeing the other every now and then, almost in admiration. Though he stopped himself from that, instead turning his attention to the sirens in the far distance, moving back a litte as his eyes averted back and forth to the distance and towards Noriyuki, eventually seeing that he, too, moved towards his bike, therefore following suit instantly and hopping onto the man’s vehicle without thinking twice; Komari didn’t try to push his luck and see if the other would wait up on him – there was actually no doubt in his mind that he would’ve been left at the crime scene with glee in the satanist’s eyes. But that would cause more trouble for both of them, considering that if Midousuji had to bail Komari out (if, was the key word), there would be a lot of explaining required for the med student. And part of him would want to call out Yamaguchi in that situation, part of him wouldn’t want to.

Either way, as he was saddled on the bike, he held tightly onto the freckled man, ready for him to take off and escape as quickly as possible; there were a few things he wanted to address, things he wanted to share with Yamaguchi, but perhaps he did not want to hear them —- so instead, he would be quiet. Silence seemed to have been one of Noriyuki’s favourite things anyway.

if he had to make a comment on thoughts that he had on the other . . .  prior to this small, strange interaction -- well, he hardly had any. he wasn’t one to gossip on others, nor did he care much to the reformation that was going on in their group. as long as he interacted with those few original members that still stuck around, as well as had his own private room for his own endeavors -- it didn’t matter what was going on outside his own field. yamaguchi was sure that he should have been far more concerned about what midousuji was doing, but he wasn’t the most strong - willed. whatever midousuji was doing, he was going to do whether yamaguchi had something to say about it or not. stressing about it would only cause ill - thoughts to plague him when it a futile to begin with. he wouldn’t consider it giving up, he was simply a neutral force within the group. 

what he could not bring himself to understand was the interest that this blue - haired male took in him -- enough so to follow him all the way to a church? that kind of interest was just not something that he would ever bring himself to understand. yamaguchi just did not chase; not the way that this man did for him. he considered himself just as bland & boring as he was perceived at first glance. while many may turn around and take an interest in him once they see what lies beneath his sullen eyes, he simply did not see the interest in his lifestyle. no matter what he did, he still believed that he was as plain as anyone else. all that the gang gaze him was a sense of identity. at least if he surrounded himself with strong people & personalities, maybe he would appear far more interesting than he saw himself to be.

concerned? the word caused his nose to scrunch up. as far as he knew, concern was not an emotion that he could feel towards another human being. “ you’re mistaken. “ he says, not considering the fact that komari may have simply been joking around with him. yamaguchi didin’t quite understand the concept of them playing on the same team -- while they were in the same group, lizard hell had a clear division between it’s members. it was a line that cut right between him & komari. yamaguchi was very much team ishigaki and komari was undoubtedly team midousuji. he didn’t consider that the same team at all. “ if you’re looking to do it for personal gain, don’t. that’s all i am saying. “ even if he didn’t work for free, a personal grudge was definitely something worthwhile -- priceless compared to cash. 

as komari gushed about his interest in yamaguchi’s personal endeavors, he simply stared with an open - mouth; a dumbfounded expression blatantly showing his confusion with the other’s curiosity. what about it made it so interesting to him in the first place? brushing off the other, he turned his back & mumbled. “ there’s books for that you know? “ he was knowledgable on the subject, but by no means was he a walking encyclopedia. despite pretending to be dense to the other’s interest in him, he was fully aware that this was komari’s nonchalant ( but totally obvious way ) of hinting at his want to hang out with yamaguchi past this accidental interaction. whether he knew or not, the freckled man was not one to quickly invite people into his circle. even tsuji took years to get through to him, & the rest even longer. he wouldn’t welcome company with open arms, but he wouldn’t actively shove someone away without giving them a chance. hell, even mizuta became tolerable after some time. 

“even if that’s what i was doing, it wouldn’t affect you.” now he is just being stubborn about the subject. bringing up his religion in negative lights ( despite the obvious negativity ) made him sour. of course, if he was trying to sacrifice himself, it would certainly affect komari in a number of ways -- specifically, the entire gang. there wasn’t many willing to do the dirty work he & tsuji would. noriyuki’s brows furrowed in confusion as the other clapped their hands with glee -- what was so exciting to him about this? it made him wonder just how into all of this gang business a student was after all. it was no secret that komari wasn’t an open member of the gang, but he’d assumed that komari had seen something like this at least once or twice. arson made for easy clean up after all.

without a doubt, he would have ditched the boy in an instant had he not reacted just as quickly. yamaguchi was quick to hit the gas, the whole bike tilting upwards as the engine roared. without hesitation, he speed off towards the gang’s hangout. thankfully, it seemed that the cops were a little more concerned with the building at the moment, hardly considering that it could have been an arson. in a church, the candles could easily be the start of a fire -- whether it was purposely or a simple mishap. the two didn’t have time to obey stop signs as yamaguchi dodged in & out of traffic, knowing that he was being as careful as possible. all that mattered was their arrival was timely. 

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continued / @hikiniku

naturally, yamaguchi was not happy about the other’s presence. anyone who was in the original group -- ishigaki’s group -- didn’t take very well to the men midousuji brought into their new group. already apathetic to being on a ‘team’ of some sorts, he really didn’t care for the blue haired man. especially not in this moment -- the last thing that he needed was a little snitch watching his crimes. he would certainly hold this over his head whenever it was convenient. though . . . if he tried that, the church wouldn’t be the only thing lit up tonight. 

     he didn’t believe it for a second when the other said he was concerned about him getting in trouble. his gaze stayed fixed, blankly staring at the gas can instead of giving the other an ounce of his attention. picking it up once more, he started to pour it on the steps, slowly making his way to the side of the church. “ watch the cigarette if you’re so worried. “ he certainly wasn’t concerned about the other’s safety -- he simply didn’t want the job to be half assed. if he didn’t do it correctly, he might end up only damaging a HALF the church. he wanted the whole thing gone. 

“ don’t ever follow me again, or else you’ll end up getting yourself into things you’re not ready for. “ to yamaguchi, komari was hardly even a real gang member. he was just some unfortunate guy trying to pay his way throughout college. while he could completely understand the need for money -- he wasn’t sure if the other was making a smart decision working under midousuji’s wing. not even yamaguchi did that. he was still loyal to ishigaki & secondly to tsuji. there was no room for midousuji’s in his heart -- & not for any of his second - rate lackeys either. 

he wasn’t sure just how much he could trust that the other was willing to keep this between the two of them. telling midousuji seemed like a good way to keep him pressed further underneath the man’s heel. “ how do i know that? “ finally, after a few minutes, he decided he would drop the topic. it wasn’t important anyways, he was far too deep into this to simply walk away without dropping a match in his tracks. continuing to pour the gasoline in a line around the front of the building, he suddenly stopped -- tilting the canister up so fast that the remaining liquid sloshed around violently within. “ what? “  suicide? oh -- it seemed there was far more than one misunderstanding here. a soft snort came from the man, his shoulders trembling ever - so - slightly in silent laughter. turning around to face the other after his silent laughing fit, a gave a crooked grin. “ i’m not trying to kill myself. what a bold assumption. “ hardly giving more of an explanation than that, he continued to spread the flammable liquid around. 

once he felt he did well enough dousing the area in gasoline, he stood next to the man & looked at the building one last time. it was nothing sentimental -- just simply a last look. “ step back. “ yamaguchi warned, pulling a match out of the pack & began to strike it. looking back to make sure that komari listened to him, he then threw the lit match to the gasoline -- watching as the building was rapidly engulfed in flames. 

he knew that they could only sit & admire for mere moments -- had they stuck around too long, the authorities would arrive with them still on the scene. it didn’t seem to take long, hearing sirens in the distance shook him out of his blissful moment. “ we have to go. “ starting off towards his bike -- he looked back at komari. if he didn’t follow quick enough? well, that wouldn’t be yamaguchi’s problem.