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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Subaru Sakamaki (Story 10)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

Monologue

After successfully leaving the cave, Subaru-kun and I were able to safely reach the Scarlet mansion.

Fortunately, we came this far without having to start a fight, and without burdening the already injured Subaru-kun even more.

But even so, I’m worried.

It’s about how Carla-san and everyone else haven’t noticed us moving here yet.

And then it also worries me that the Scarlet family should surely be aware of outsiders suddenly wandering around their mansion.

But yet none of Scarlet’s members have taken any actions, despite probably knowing we’re approaching them.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Outside

Subaru: ...Doesn’t this... somehow feel weird?

Yui: Yes, we ended up coming here easier than I expected, don’t you think?

Subaru: I thought it wouldn’t be possible for an enemy to get this close to Reiji’s mansion without dying first...

Yui: Shouldn’t we return then?

Subaru: We’ve come this far already, so we can’t turn back now. We will meet Reiji.

Yui: Alright, then let’s try to ring the bell at the entrance. This way we could reveal we’re not enemies.

Subaru: Well, we can’t hesitate now. —Hm? Hey, be quiet. Someone’s coming out.

Yui: Ah…

*Reiji opens door*

Reiji: Welcome to the Scarlet mansion.

Yui: Reiji-san… !

Reiji: We are honored to welcome you two. Please come inside.

Subaru: …..

Yui: …..

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Reiji: Here, have some tea. With this, you will be able to calm down a bit.

Yui: Thank you, Reiji-san.

Subaru: Hey, why are you serving us tea?

Reiji: Because the two of you appeared rather exhausted after your exile.

Subaru: But we’re supposed to be enemies. You shouldn’t welcome us like this either. What are you scheming?

Reiji: Your movements were merely reported to me by our familiar, which flew around the mansion.

It is just my style to simply treat my guests in a rather polite way. I prefer not to cause any difficulties to begin with.

Subaru: ...So you saw through everything after all.

Reiji: Of course. For example, I am aware that Violet’s members are currently looking for you and Eve , with bloodshot eyes.

Yui: You do, huh… ?

(With bloodshot eyes, he said… seems as if Carla-san is extremely angry)

Subaru: …..

Reiji: What happened there?

Yui: Subaru-kun… if we discuss this with Reiji-san together, maybe he’ll get a better understanding of the situation.

Subaru: Y-Yes.

Say, Reiji. Are you also aiming to become the supreme ruler?

Reiji: Yes, I am. It is part of my assigned mission after all.

Subaru: ...But do you even know why it’s your goal to even become the supreme ruler?

Reiji: What did you just say?

Subaru: I’m just saying that you should probably think of what kind of reason you have for this.

Reiji: You are saying quite ridiculous things. I do not need any reasons for this matter, this is simply one of my living purposes.

Subaru: Cut the crap. You can’t seriously call that a motive, right?

Reiji: As I said, I do not need a reason. Because I am more than assured that I will become the supreme leader.

Subaru: ...Tch. It’s useless.

Yui: (I wonder if anything we just tried to address triggered something in Reiji-san’s memory…)

(What’s another possible trigger other than becoming the next supreme leader?)

Ah, Reiji-san. Shu-san is also part of the Scarlet mansion, isn’t he?

Reiji: Exactly. He is one of my younger brothers.

Yui: Younger, eh… ? Is that really the case though?

Subaru: Say, doesn’t it feel a bit uncomfortable to treat Shu like your younger brother all of the sudden?

Reiji: ...Both of you have only spread quite the nonsense since entering.

May I ask what in the world are you trying to slowly set up with the current conversation we are having?

Yui: …..

Subaru: Reiji, believe what I’ll say now or not, but I’m actually one of your real brothers.

Reiji: Oh? That is a very interesting comment indeed. Why would someone like you, from the Violet family, be associated with me as a younger brother, while I am Scarlet’s leader?

Subaru: Everything’s strange about this situation in the first place. The Scarlet and Violet family, the overload story, Eve, the folklore and everything else.

Literally everything here is full of shit.

We still don’t know the cause, but our memory changed and we’re trying to kill each other in this place.

All of us had these strange memories about wanting to become the supreme leader like you, and we fight for this title for no meaning.

In the end, this is all a big and useless competition for Eve to make one of us the supreme ruler...

But she’s my, you know… my lover! And I can’t and won’t give her to anyone.

Reiji: I see. However, I highly doubt Carla would approve of this statement. He will most definitely keep on looking for a way to become king.

Subaru: Yeah, you’re right. Carla’s the kind of person to even ask others to find a way for him to become the king.

I even tried to explain to him what I told you now. But he didn’t even try to listen to what I said.

Reiji: No wonder he did not. To be honest, I am also merely listening half-convinced to your current story.

I would not think the hard-headed Carla himself would listen to such a story like I am.

Subaru: …..

Reiji: ...Ah, I see. So that is the reason you both ran away from Carla. And now you have arrived here, right?

Subaru: Yeah. As soon as we told him about it, he insisted on treating us like complete traitors.

Reiji: I understand. So what? In the end, what do you, Subaru, want to do from now?

Subaru: I...

I want to keep on protecting her. That’s why I want you to lend me your strength, Reiji.

I’m sorry to suddenly beg someone else out of pity to help me. But I can’t do anything with my own strength only.

I can’t protect her with just my willpower anymore.

So please, help me. I beg you. I’m unable to do anything without depending on my real brothers here.

Yui: Subaru-kun…

Reiji: …..

If that is so, then please feel free to use this mansion. Let's keep this as a secret between us.

Yui: ...Are you sure!?

Reiji: It is no problem. We will discuss more concrete strategies about this matter from now on in the future.

Please take a rest here tonight.

Yui: Thank you very much!

Yay, we did it. Subaru-kun!

Subaru: ...Yes.

Hey, Reiji. Do you really believe in what we said after all?

Reiji: …..

I will prepare a room for you this instant. I promise for you to have a comfortable stay.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Unacoppied room

Yuma: Here, this is the room. Don’t be sloppy with it.

Yui: We won’t. Thank you, Yuma-kun.

(So Yuma-kun is supposed to be Reiji-san’s younger brother here, right?)

(It’s just so strange to see Yuma-kun act under Reiji-san’s instructions all of the sudden)

Yuma: If something happens, just call out for somebody. Even though it’ll only come to me if something happens.

Yui: Alright. If something happens, we’ll call for you then, Yuma-kun.

Yuma: Yeah, laters.

*Yuma leaves*

Yui: I’m so happy, Subaru-kun! At least we’re safe here for the time being.

Subaru: Yes, you’re right.

Yui: And it’s all thanks to you, Subaru-kun. Because you were the one persuading Reiji-san.

(On top of that, I’m more than happy about Subaru-kun’s real feelings and how he only wants to protect me)

Even if he doesn’t remember, your brother is still a gentleman as always, right?

Subaru: What the, what’s with that grin?

Yui: It’s because I’m really, really happy that Reiji-san ended up helping us out…

Subaru: ...Well, I guess I do have to thank him for hiding us.

But don’t let your guard down because of that. We still don’t know if Reiji really believed in our story.

Yui: Fufu, aren’t you also a bit reassured at the end, can’t you at least say that much?

Subaru: S-Shut up.

Yui: Fufu. I really hope Reiji-san’s memory will come back soon, and then we all could look for clues together to find a way out of here.

Subaru: I hope so too. It would be best to have more manpower anyway.

Yui: Yes…

(And if we don’t have to go against his brothers anymore, it would be the best for all of us. But Subaru-kun…)

For the time being, let’s go to bed already, okay? I know we have a lot to think about, but I’m also worried about the injury you got, Subaru-kun.

Subaru: Ah? ...Isn’t it a bit too early to go to bed already?

Yui: Eh?

*Subaru gets closer*

Subaru: We’re finally all alone in this long-awaited place. So I guess I can go ahead and touch you a bit.

Yui: (He said that in my ear… !)

W-We can’t do that! No matter how friendly he looked, we still don’t know if Reiji-san is supporting us.

We can’t lose focus now of all time...

Subaru: So you want to say that you don’t want me to spoil you after what happened today?

Yui: T-That’s, um...

(Subaru-kun is so sly… if he says it like that, I don’t want to deny)

Subaru: Heh, your ears turned bright red. I can’t get tired of that face no matter how many times I see it.

But that’s not the case this time.

Yui: (That surprised me! Was he joking just now… ?)

Subaru: We’re still in enemy territory, and this might be our last-minute bet for now. But can we really trust them just like that?

*time passes*

Yui: Are you feeling better? By the way, were you the one who turned off the light?

Subaru: Ah, I’m good.

*door opens and dagger flies*

Subaru: Get down!

Yui: Eh!?

(A dagger suddenly started flying across the room and now sticks in the wall… !)

Subaru: ...Tch, that was close!

Yui: Eh, what!? What’s happening right now!?

Subaru: Damn, he set us up! We have to get out of the window!

Yui: Ehhh… !?

Choices

1) Sudden inability to move (black)

2) Believe in Subaru and run (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

— Sudden inability to move

Yui: (Subaru-kun, why so suddenly… ?)

Subaru: Hey, how long are you going to stand there!? Open the window already!

Yui: B-But… ! Why would I do this so suddenly…

Subaru: Stop uselessly thinking about that! Just believe me and do it quickly!

Yui: ...Y-Yes!

— Believe in Subaru and run ♡

Subaru: We don’t have time, open the window now!

Yui: (I don’t know what Subaru-kun’s thinking right now)

(But he must have a proper plan if we do this, right?)

...Okay, Subaru-kun!

end Choices

Yui: (But even so… they threw a dagger at us, didn’t they?)

For that kind of thing...

(Did they throw the knife, knowing that we were sleeping there a few moments ago?)

Subaru: Come out, you guys. Stop hiding and face me!

*door opens*

Reiji: There is no way you avoided that hit. I truly admire how fast you acted in this moment.

Shu: I think he only managed to avoid it because the person who threw it sucks.

Kino: Yuma, I told you that you suck at throwing them.

Yuma: It wasn’t even me who threw it. Don’t rub your shit on others!

Yui: (Reiji-san, Shu-san, Yuma-kun and… even that boy they call Kino, are here)

Kino: I guess you’re right. I wonder if my arm became less capable after this long time?

Reiji: And that is precisely why I kept on telling you to keep practicing and not to slack off instead.

Shu: It’s always the moments that count that you’re useless in.

Kino: Meanie! Show at least some respect for me, you two.

Subaru: Hey, you guys. Don’t you have something to say? Didn’t you say you’d not want to trouble your visitors and comfort them instead?

Yuma: There’s no way you’re actually as dumb as you act. Both of you aren’t our guests anymore.

It already made things easier for us that you brought Eve along with you here. Now we just have to take her.

Subaru: So that’s it. In other words, you have the same motive.

Yui: That’s… ! But we believed in you...

Shu: You can’t seriously believe the enemy would let you approach and then voluntarily help you. If you have some grudge against someone, have it against your own stupidity.

Yuma: Hey, never mind that and hand over Eve already.

If not, we won’t miss next time trying to hit you.

Subaru: Stop fucking around! Who do you think would listen to you!?

Hey! We don’t have time to think about it anymore. I’ll hold you and then get out of the window, understood?

*lifts her*

Yui: ...Uwah!?

Subaru: Let’s go! Hold on tightly!

Reiji: Wait right there… !

Place: Scarlet mansion — Outside

Yui: ...Kyaa… Ngh!?

Subaru: Shut it!

*keeps running*

Subaru: We don’t have any other choice but to only think about running away from Reiji for now!

Yui: Yes…

Subaru: ...Fuck, you really can’t trust anyone in here… !

Yui: (Subaru-kun looks hurt… but that’s only natural. He was betrayed by someone he thought he could trust after all…)

But you’re not alone, Subaru-kun. I’ll always be by your side, no matter what’s going to happen.

(This may not be too big of a relief for him now, but I felt as if I had to tell him)

Subaru: ...Yeah, that’s right. As long as I have you with me.

As long as you’re there—

Monologue

We are all alone and without any help in this world.

However, we haven’t yet lost the things most important to each other.

And that’s the only current salvation for us in this crazy world.

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connect!universe extra

⚬ pairing: cyborg!hansol x reader | future!au ⚬ word count: 6482 ⚬ warnings: alcohol consumption ⚬ genres: angst, heavy fluff, mutual pining, elements of a futuristic/dystopian society

✧✎ synopsis: hansol is the first cyborg you’ve ever met. he seems human enough, but clearly a little damaged on the inside, and you wonder if he’s ever known what it’s like to be loved.

✧✎ a/n: can you BELIEVE that this is only my second vern fic? he’s one of those members where i can think of multiple plotlines for him, but struggle in writing all. i’ve wanted to try a cyborg/futurey au since like three yrs ago lol, so i hope this came out well ,,,,

You poked the plastic spoon further into the cold cup, trying to search for a small chunk of strawberry buried under the soft, vanilla peaks. In actuality, you already purged all the strawberries out from the ice cream; you were only pretending to look occupied so that you could escape the awkward aura of being next to this cyborg you met an hour ago, the two of you sat on a ridiculously uncomfortable curb outside a dessert parlor, beneath the midnight sky. It was an unorthodox situation. You wondered where your friends went.

From the tentative corner of your eye, you glanced at Hansol’s half-emptied cup of cookie dough ice cream. The parlor behind you had closed down, though the night street still flooded with a twinkling, neon spectacle, the additional hovercraft humming high above as they travelled along the aerial space-paths. You continued staring at Hansol’s cookie dough. If it had been Changkyun or Yoojung sitting next to you, then you would have already dipped in your spoon and tasted each other’s ice cream as tradition. It would be too weird to ask Hansol.

Scraping some vanilla ice cream onto your tongue, you swallowed thickly and decided to initiate conversation again, even if it was just prevaricated nonsense to beat the time.

“Is cookie dough your favourite flavour?” You questioned Hansol, though stared at the loose laces on your sneakers rather than him.

Hansol started shaking his leg as he shrugged. “I like chocolate too. And cheesecake.”

“So you have a sweet tooth?”

“I guess, yeah.”

Okay – well that was officially the dying spark of another conversation. You were uncertain if he was anxious, shy, perhaps socially awkward, or maybe he was attempting to signal that he just didn’t like you. It was quite rare to encounter a cyborg. Ever since you could remember, they had an uncordial notion of being dangerous, sinister. They were meant to be contained in laboratories as a government order, so technologists could perform their invasive studies. You didn’t know if Hansol was an escapee or a discarded project, nor was it your place to ask.

The strawberry ice cream was beginning to melt into pink and white puddles the more you stirred. One last time, you attempted to maintain some sort of conversation with the cyborg.

“So where do you live? I’ve never seen you around before.”

That time, you made the effort to stare at him, a hazy and violet light bathing the sharp side of the boy’s face and igniting features you hadn’t noticed beforehand. His eyelashes were long, resembling gentle fern leaves, and he had a very strictly cut line defining his jaw. Through the coarse layers of his dark brown hair, you noted small, inked numbers were tattooed just in front of his ear, though you pretended you hadn’t been looking there when he faced you.

“I don’t have a place.” Hansol said nonchalantly, poking the spoon into his cookie dough. “I’m kind of a floater.”

Your eyes widened, though you couldn’t help it.

“Really? But you do have a job. You’ve never tried renting a motel room or something?”

He shook his head and shoved a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. From what Yoojung had told you, Hansol worked with her at her dad’s auto-repair business, prompting you to wonder if she knew the boy was homeless. Knowing he wasn’t surrounded by the comfort of a family had already caused a pulsing ache in your heart, and you felt somewhat obliged to help.

“Does Yoojung know?”

Hansol hesitated slightly, licking the sweet taste of the ice cream from his lips.

“No.” He finally answered in a torpid manner.

There was a stiff bit of silence, and then the boy was looking directly at you, his knee and elbow so close to yours that they kept bumping together. His eyes, which were usually as brown as a square of dark chocolate, were suddenly beaming in a shade of ice blue. You had never seen such a thing before, and yet you could sense the anxiety rippling from him in invisible waves.

“You aren’t going to tell her, right?”

Your throat felt incredibly dry as you shook your head, heightening your desire to stick a large spoonful of softening strawberry swirl in your mouth for some form of moisture.

“If you haven’t told her then I won’t either.” You replied, making sure to maintain eye contact.

Immediately, Hansol relaxed, the ice blue that glowed from his gaze slowly fading away until the familiar brown replaced it. Even though you assured Hansol his secret was safe, it didn’t thwart your disquieting feelings from echoing throughout your chest, though you attempted to swallow them with the pink dessert that just liquidized onto your tongue. You two continued eating in silence underneath the white stars, Changkyun and Yoojung still nowhere in sight.

“Y’know,” you began quietly, “we just met and all that… but I definitely wouldn’t mind if you stayed at my place for a few days. And I wouldn’t let Yoojung know a thing.”

For the first time that night, you saw the faint beginnings of a smile pull at the boy’s lips, and despite him staring straight at his sneakers you managed to catch a glimpse of rose light emanating from his eyes. He didn’t look at you until the pretty hue completely died away.

“I don’t want to bother you.” Hansol admitted, his gaze tracing your warm expression.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t. It’s just me and a powder puff cactus I bought last month.”

It took a couple of seconds or so, but the boy eventually nodded, and an immense relief toiled away the discomfort that earlier plagued your chest. The air no longer felt so awkward, in which you had been pointlessly scavenging for strawberry slices in your ice cream just to feign some degree of distraction. In fact, you made an offer you would have never anticipated when your night with the cyborg first began: you asked Hansol if he wanted to try your strawberry swirl.

“Okay,” he obliged, “wanna taste some cookie explosion?”

You switched cups and scooped some of his cookie dough ice cream. There weren’t any cookie chunks left amongst the chocolate-vanilla mixture, and you wanted to laugh upon thinking that he must have been doing the same as you.

“You’re walking home with him? Are you sure…? Are you sure that’s like, a good idea?”

Your face quickly warped into an expression of bewilderment as you stood across from Changkyun, who was clearly apprehensive to have Hansol walk you home. That was the fake story you told your friends, and you had expected it to pass with flying colours, though you came to a roadblock due to your ex-boyfriend seeming petulant. Yoojung was close with Hansol therefore she depicted no air of disagreement. She gave Changkyun a steely side-eye and partly stepped on his foot.

Folding your arms over your chest, you cocked your head. “What are you implying, Changkyun?”

The young man dug his hands into the deep pockets of his coat and gave a casual shrug, his gaze following a distant hovercraft that whirred quietly in the skies above.

“I’m just saying that—”

“He’s saying I’m not safe.” Hansol cut in, though not with any contempt or bitterness. “I understand. Not the first time I’ve heard it.”

The rebut locked onto your tongue was instantly forgotten, to which you glanced at Hansol with a soft sympathy. He was awfully calm, not upset, not angry, just calm.

Yoojung groaned loudly, throwing her head back. “Oh, for crying out loud. Changkyun, he’s not some lump of artificial intelligence that got thrown together by a mad scientist and now he’s out to obliterate mankind. He’s a good kid with some bionics in his arm. Get over it, would you?”

A scarlet colour mottled in the apples of Changkyun’s cheeks and he dragged a hand through his slick black hair, disrupting its style. You looked to Yoojung appreciatively, who was already beginning to wind her arm around Changkyun’s elbow so that you could be on your separate ways. It was an hour past midnight, a thick drowsiness resting just behind your eyelids, blurring the purple-blue neon lights. A part of you still loved Changkyun, yet the other often festered in uncertainty.

“Goodnight guys.” Yoojung said with a tired smile.

“Night.” You and Hansol murmured in unison.

When Changkyun remained silent, Yoojung stepped on his foot again with her red sneaker.

“G-Goodnight.” He was forced to mumble. Changkyun then looked at you, nodding at the slim cellphone tucked in your hand. “Text me when you get home.”

“Okay.” You replied in a small, plain voice, chewing on your bottom lip while watching them walk away down the street together.

The guilt was bubbling like a disastrous magma beneath your skin, continuously growing hotter as you introduced Hansol to the couch in your living room. Changkyun certainly didn’t represent your own morality, and you were still a little overwhelmed that he would make such a piteous remark, especially to Hansol’s face. Maybe it came from a place of care, affection, perhaps even jealousy. The person who made that comment wasn’t the Changkyun you knew, the Changkyun you loved, and you felt obliged to apologize on his behalf, despite knowing it should come him rather than you.

Hansol sat down on the couch while observing curiously around the room. You couldn’t help but think he was adorable, and you wondered if Yoojung was telling the truth about the bionics in his arm. For his eyes to adapt sensory colours, you knew he must have a chip implant too.

“Sorry, no extra clothes.” You told Hansol after handing him a fleece blanket and a pillow.

As he fluffed the pillow out against the arm of the couch, you sat down on the coffee table.

“I just want to apologize… For what Changkyun said. He’s not that type of person, I think he made a comment like that because it’s still a bit weird between us, and he wasn’t using his head.”

Hansol’s indifferent countenance made it difficult for you to read if he was truly offended. He seemed like the easygoing type, one who doesn’t ruminate or tend toward conflict.

“Yoojung kind of filled me in about you guys,” he admitted, shaking his knee, “Changkyun still worries about you. I get it.”

You stared into the clasped hands on your lap, noting that you’d been unconsciously playing with the gems on your bracelet. It seemed like you both had your nervous ticks.

“Breakups are weird,” you sighed, “I don’t know if we should have stayed friends.”

Out of the blue your body grew rigid, and you wished to retract the words back into your mouth. Your relationship dilemmas weren’t something that should be pushed onto Hansol, a boy you just met, especially a matter so individualistic and personal. Rubbing the bleariness from your eyes, you let out a sleepy laugh, shaking your head in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that – It’s getting too late for my brain I guess.”

Hansol shrugged. “It’s fine. I should tell you I have to get up early tomorrow, for work.”

Conveniently, the auto-repair shop was within walking distance. You were happy that Hansol had been able to find employment, that Yoojung’s dad was kind enough to hire a cyborg, even when they were ultimately spurned for being metal projects and safety hazards.

You stopped tugging on your bracelet and looked at Hansol fondly. “Mr. Choi is so nice, right? He fixed my electro-board when I was little.”

Hansol sprouted in a timid smile. “He’s great. He’s the one who always fixes the circuit panel in my arm when it bugs. I couldn’t control it if it weren’t for him.”

Undeniably you were curious about what sort of bionics had been installed in Hansol’s body. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence to meet a cyborg, though you frequently heard tales about the different technology the laboratories were practicing. Androids were also in maintenance; however, they were a very clandestine operation, and people were known to disappear completely if they leaked information from inside the core. Still, it only fuelled your intrigue.

“Let me guess,” Hansol said, “you want to see my arm, don’t you?”

“Um…” Heat pricked into your cheeks and you failed to meet the boy’s knowing glance. “Only if you want to show me.” You responded bashfully.

“I don’t care,” Hansol huffed while he pulled his hoodie above his head, letting the fabric drop into a ball beside him on the couch, “you’re nice about it.”

Hansol placed the underside of his arm atop his leg, revealing that underneath the thin, synthetic layer of skin, there were bright circuit pathways glowing in different colours. You could see small signals blipping through them, passing onto other networks which travelled up his muscle until they disappeared under his shirt sleeve. Never had you witnessed anything so mesmerizing, so unparalleled, and you stared at Hansol’s arm in a childlike wonder.

Leaning forward slightly, you murmured, “how hard it is? Can I touch?”

“Yeah.” Hansol replied, regarding you with a gentle smile as your fingers pressed down cautiously on his forearm.

His skin was soft, warm, just like ordinary flesh, but then you immediately felt the metal bionic installed beneath and you became somewhat frightened of pressing too hard. There was one particular circuit that started at his wrist, which glowed in a pale lavender hue. You saw a tiny current fire from its sensory orb, and gently, with your fingertip, you traced the signal overtop Hansol’s skin until it faded away at the crease of his elbow. You sat back in awe and smiled.

“That’s amazing. They’re like veins.”

“Yeah, I thought that too.” He agreed.

The boy’s eyes were ignited in a sweet, bubblegum pink. You could only assume that pink had something to do with being flustered, or maybe a fast heartbeat. When you giggled, his cheeks flushed rosy like a cherub’s and Hansol stared straight down into his lap.

“I love how your eyes change colour,” you reassured him delicately, “you shouldn’t hide it.”

Hansol thanked you in a quiet voice, to which you could sense that he was nonetheless embarrassed.

“How does Yoojung’s dad get access to the panel?” You asked, changing the subject.

“I have to open it for him, like this.”

You jolted backward on the coffee table when a translucent, blue screen suddenly projected from the boy’s eyes. It was lined with unintelligible runes and peculiar symbols you had never seen before, some of which flickered by so quickly you didn’t get the opportunity to differentiate them. Somehow, Hansol was navigating his way through the code by controlling a box that highlighted certain text. Upon selecting the correct sequence, there was a tiny beep.

A rectangular section of Hansol’s forearm was outlined in red. Like a safe door, it automatically swung open, uncovering a dense and intricate network of wiring, panels, and metallic instruments that made you feel anxious just looking at them. You couldn’t fathom something so complex was resting beneath Hansol’s synthetic flesh, even as you stared into the thick of it. He didn’t keep the panel exposed for long, and in the next minute Hansol’s arm was restored.

It felt like someone had just crushed your brain between their hands.

“What do people say when you show them that?” You chuckled.

Hansol grabbed the fleece blanket and started pulling it over his lap. He paused for a second, biting his bottom lip.

“I’ve never shown anyone else, apart from you and Mr. Choi.”

However, he didn’t seem interested in delving further on what just happened. Instead, Hansol thanked you for letting him stay for a few days, then wished you goodnight as he got comfortable on the couch. Once you were tucked into bed, you grabbed your phone off its doc station and started texting Changkyun to announce that you made it home safely. Afterward, you slowly dozed off with a strange feeling in your chest and tummy, sort of like butterflies.

Except they weren’t because of Changkyun.

With Yoojung’s arm wound firmly around your lower back, she helped walk you to the front porch, ensuring that your ankle wouldn’t suddenly capsize as she prevented you from haphazardly stumbling in your drunken haze. It was Changkyun’s birthday, and to celebrate, a large congregation had swarmed the downtown club, marking a night that was already beginning to fizzle from your memory. Yoojung never drank alcohol. She had always been the one at your side to nurture any incoming hangovers, though she wouldn’t be available for the weekend.

Instead, she had a Maglev train to catch bright and early the next morning. Her parents lived apart, and for the whole month she’d be away at her mother’s house.

Yoojung grabbed the spare key you kept under a flowerpot to unlock the door.

“Text me tomorrow.” She advised. “Tell me if you’ve puked your guts out or not.”

“G’night, sexy.” Your words spilt out in a jumble. You still felt like you were floating.

Pressing your hand against the wall, you fumbled to remove your shoes. You deserted your jacket in a clump that sat on the foyer floor and proceeded to stagger into the living room. Hansol occupied the couch, scribbling in his notebook. In the beginning, the boy was only supposed to stay for a few days. Two weeks had passed and he was still with you. For some reason, you didn’t possess the heart to see him go, and while you knew he felt guilty extending his welcome, you believed his presence was becoming an integral part of your life.

Changkyun had invited him to the club, though Hansol politely declined, instead wishing him a happy birthday over the phone. Whenever the boy wasn’t working at the auto-repair garage, he was extremely attached to a black, faux leather notebook with sallow-stained pages. You never asked what he wrote about, thinking it might be something like a personal journal. Upon seeing you at the threshold to the room, Hansol bloomed into his usual faint grin. There was still a thorough concoction of liquor in your blood and a black raspberry flavour burned your throat.

You wobbled toward the couch, mumbling in your garbled vernacular about how elated you were to see him after such a tiresome and long night.

Collapsing next to him, you rubbed tightly into your eyes and started humming.

“Need me to get you anything?” Hansol offered kindly.

Cracking one eye open, you glanced at the boy before bursting into intoxicated giggling.

“Oh, nonono, dn’worry about it. M’fine, Hansol. So, so, so fine.”

“You’re smashed. You should get some rest.” He suggested the most logical option, staring at you slumped deep into the cushions from over his shoulder.

But then you sat up, stretching your arms high into the air until you felt the muscles shake. Your hand fell on the boy’s shoulder, and you looked through your clouded gaze into the beautiful, rich earth of Hansol’s eyes. He tensed ever so slightly at being in such a new proximity to you, probably smelling the tangy alcohol straight from your clothing.

Placing your forehead on his shoulder, you slurred, “y’know, you’re r-right. I need to sleep.”

“I can help walk you to your ro—”

Hansol’s suggestion was merely cut in half as you raised your head from his shoulder, pressing your mouth to his in a soft, short kiss. He blinked like a clueless fawn, eyes rounded and glistering, unable to formulate a single thought let alone a sentence. If your veins weren’t engorged with fiery alcohol, then you certainly wouldn’t have kissed him, but in that heart-fluttering and completely sense-devoid moment, you didn’t have your rationality to guide you. His eyes quickly warmed to their adorable rose tint as you rested your head on his lap.

“Dn’wanna go to my room. M’gonna sleep here.” You purred, nuzzling into his thigh.

The boy completely froze. He didn’t know what course of action to take. Settling his notepad and pen on the arm of the couch, he saw you were already falling asleep.

“You’re so comfy…” you sighed, sensing the blackness pull you deeper.

Hansol gulped tensely, “y-you really don’t want your bed?”

“No.” Your brow slanted, and you glanced up at the boy with a misty, intoxicated film in your eyes, your cheek smudged rather cutely against his firm thigh. “Just want to lay here, w’you. Please, Sollie? Do you not want me?”

Hansol’s gaze had never shone such a vivid shade of pink.

“N-No, I do— I mean! I-I don’t mind,” he tripped over his words and ran a nervous hand through his hair, “you can stay there. It’s fine.”

You chuckled in a tipsy, bubbly adoration upon watching Hansol falter. “Y’re soso cute.”

“Do you want the blanket?” He quickly worked to change the subject. “So you don’t get too cold.”

“Yes please.” You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut while the boy grabbed the fleece blanket from the back of the couch.

The material was light yet warm as it was draped gently over your body, prompting you to curl into a ball with Hansol’s thigh pretending to be your pillow. You slurred a polite goodnight, feeling the boy’s gaze roam freely across your face. One of the last things you recalled hearing was a goodnight whispered back to you, though it was very quiet, sincere, alongside the scribbling of Hansol’s pen in his black notebook.

You dreamt that he was writing about you.

“Are you really sure? I feel like I can’t… It’s been a month already.”

Hansol wouldn’t stop fretting about his stay at your house, how he felt undeserving to be living with you, that it was eating him up inside knowing he was taking away a degree of your privacy. He was so inclined to confess his concerns that he hardly touched his warm cinnamon toast or slices of bacon, and you could hear the rapid motion of his leg shaking underneath the table. It hurt to see him like this. Neither Yoojung or Changkyun knew he was living with you, but if you truly wanted the boy to stay, then you would need to be completely candor and voice the reality.

Scaping the last bits of oatmeal from your bowl, you shook your head.

“This is working out, isn’t it? You’re so much safer with me. And I love your company.”

The boy leaned back in his chair, shoulders slumped with uncertainty and his eyes seeming distracted by antagonizing thoughts. You couldn’t help but think that Hansol wasn’t used to someone caring about him in the manner that you did.

“It would be awesome if you stayed.” You made another attempt to mitigate his worries. “The only thing is we would have to tell Yoojung and Changkyun.”

Hansol looked at you, the morning light that pierced through the cloth curtains igniting a golden flare in his eyes, and powdering his long lashes. Your cheeks started prickling just from staring at him. You always wanted to tell Hansol how beautiful he was, but you were too shy.

“I know.” He sighed, reaching for his glass of apple juice.

“Yoojung probably won’t care,” you knew that was a fact, “I’m not sure about Changkyun, though.”

Hansol would leave for work at the auto-repair within the next fifteen minutes, while you made plans the night before to help Changkyun shop for his new apartment. You weren’t exactly sure where you stood with Changkyun, or the direction your heart leaned toward. Whenever you were alone with him, he became the most endearing, sweetest version of himself – a complete charmer, engendering you to laugh so ridiculously hard that you’d choke on your own saliva or playing such a smooth move you’d feel your pulse quicken. He utterly confused your emotions.

To make the matter more conflicting, you still hadn’t forgotten your drunk kiss with Hansol.

He played the incident off casually, in a frivolous nature that helped erode the viscid layers of poignancy you were swathed in the next morning. Almost every night you thought about the kiss, addicted to the butterflies and the cottony feeling that would overwhelm your stomach.

“I should get going now.” You announced, slipping your jacket off the back of the chair.

A small, fainthearted grin appeared on Hansol’s mouth.

Underneath the table, you set your hand on the boy’s jumping knee. He instantly cemented, looking to you with still-water eyes.

“I just want you to know that I’m really glad you’re here. Seriously. You make my life better.”

Your heart was rippling like a kite caught between a harsh wind. After giving the boy’s knee a gentle squeeze, you rose from the table, left your bowl and utensils in the sink, and texted Changkyun to meet you at the hovercraft port next to Grand Station. Small, pearled tears were slipping down your cheeks as you kept a brisk pace along the sidewalk, though you hastily wiped them away with the sleeve of your jacket, pretending they had never fallen.

You were starting to think you were in love with Hansol.

A menacing and wrathful thunderstorm had developed overtop the city throughout the day, the cinder clouds completely swallowing any sunlight as they thickened and grew rotund with water vapour. The bullet rain didn’t start falling until the evening, and the booming reverberations of the thunder made it seem as though the sky was splitting itself apart. Your mother used to say it was the angels bowling, and it thundered each time they hit a strike.

Around ten-thirty at night, you grabbed a quick glass of water from the kitchen and wandered into the living room, wanting to see Hansol before you went to bed. However, he didn’t pay any attention to you. He was looking out the rain-splattered windows and into the darkness, where the thunder still roared barbarously. When you sat next to him on the couch, he sensed how the cushions slightly dipped, the boy jerking in surprise upon noting your presence.

Taking a drink of water, you mumbled a muffled “are you okay?” while eyeing him skeptically over the rim.

He shivered, brushing his own arm. “I dunno, I hate thunderstorms.”

Suddenly, there was a harsh, almost deafening crack that echoed from the sky. The lights flickered for a transient moment until the aftershock faded away.

“S-See what I mean?” Hansol stuttered, his eyes glowing in a lambent, soft-tinged blue.

Your heart immediately pined for him, and you experienced an urge to tuck him away in your pocket so he couldn’t be harmed. After setting your water glass on the coffee table, you offered a tenacious solace that made your palms dot with moisture.

“If you want, you can sleep with me in my bed—I mean! not like, sleep with me, but just—we’re both sleeping and nothing else, is what I’m trying to say…”

You internally wilted and admonished yourself for making the request so painfully awkward. To your relief, Hansol chuckled innocuously at you.

“I didn’t think you meant it like that,” he admitted, his eyes flitting from blue to an orchid pink, “If it’s okay, then I’ll do it.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. “It’s completely okay.”

At first, neither of you could fall asleep, instead staring blankly at the shadows of the popcorn ceiling while raindrops pelted against the glass. You two attempted keeping as much space as possible between you, for even the slightest brush of your leg or arm rendered you both to instantly recoil and spew apologies. At a little past eleven o’clock, your eyes were fluttering open in response to a particular sound. It was Hansol’s leg again, shaking beneath the covers.

Turning your cheek into the pillow, you faced him with aid from your alarm clock light.

“Your leg is going like crazy. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Hansol looked at you, gulping tautly.

“My leg does this all the time. I-I can’t help it. It’s harder to control the bionics there.”

“You have bionics in your leg too?”

“Yeah, mostly in my knee, some in my shin.” His expression was apologetic. “I’m sorry, you can’t sleep because of it, right?”

Hansol held his breath when you grabbed his hand beneath the covers.

“I don’t care.” You promised him, calmly stroking the ridges of his knuckles.

A few moments passed where you simply observed the dark slopes and outlines belonging to each other’s faces, your breaths slowly beginning to synchronize as the raindrops softened against the window. Tentatively, you touched the side of Hansol’s cheek, your thumb running just below the warm, silk skin of his eye, treating him akin to a fragile art piece. You could sense the rigidity within him dissipate like mist, especially as he moved closer to you, pushing his head into your chest. An intense fluttering sensation immediately consumed your lower-tummy.

“Will you please hold me?” He mumbled in his husky, tired voice, his ear settled right over your thumping heart. “I always sleep better when I think about you holding me.”

“O-Of course.” You stuttered, rather taken aback.

That was the first time he had ever been so forward with you.

You fleshed your fingers deep through the boy’s brown locks, feeling the thick, velvet-like strands wrap around each digit and tickle your skin. Continuing to softly coax down his scalp, you brushed against a hard, plastic slit near the back of his nape, and realized it must be the area where Hansol’s sensory chip had originally been inserted. His leg was no longer shaking, and you felt the rhythmic pattern of his breaths against your chest. In the darkness, you could properly see the small circuits that dimly glowed beneath his eye and ran across his cheek.

Under your breath you murmured, “you’re so pretty.”

Almost immediately, the circuits lit up in a deep shade of fuchsia, and you could just see the boy’s mouth twitch coyly. Your entire body, head to toe, flushed with warmth as Hansol only turned his face further into your chest, attempting to hide the sappy blush staining his cheeks. He was inexplicably more than just pretty, Hansol was precious, and you wished to keep him pressed against your side so that the cruel world may never wrap its hands around him.

About a week later, you met with Yoojung at the internet coffeeshop. She had recently returned from her stay at the opposite side of the city with her mother. You two picked a window seat at the front house, using the translucent screen in front of you to select your orders. As soon as you were finished, the screen blipped off, revealing the bustling city street.

“Changkyun wanted to come too,” Yoojung said, fiddling with a sugar packet, “but his aerospace class is going on a tour of the Sky Hub… He won’t stop talking about you, y’know?”

You cringed slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Yoojung.

She couldn’t repress her laughter. “What’s that about? You hate him now?”

“I don’t hate him.” You also grabbed a sugar packet and started pushing around the granules inside, using it as an excuse not to face her directly. “It’s weird being only friends.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Yoojung frowned.

“I thought that was what I wanted. I feel like… I kept him as a friend because I was too afraid to lose him completely. But now…” You heaved a sigh and chewed pensively into your bottom lip.

“You’ve moved on.” Yoojung acknowledged. “But with who?”

Taking in a breath to relax your pulse, you looked at Yoojung seriously and admitted: “Hansol.”

“Hansol?” Her jaw almost fell off the bone. “What the hell! How come you never told me you were in love with the hot cyborg? When did this happen?”

There was a silver disc on the far side of the table that automatically slid open, and a tray pushed up that contained Yoojung’s coffee and your honey tea. Once you took the tray, the silver disc closed.

“Like two months ago,” you confessed, handing Yoojung her coffee mug and the small pitcher of cream, “he’s living with me.”

“I had no idea.” She sounded in complete awe. “But now that I think of it, you two always seemed to connect really well.”

You felt an unbridled smile pull at the corners of your mouth, but tried not to make your giddiness too obvious.

“Can you please not tell Changkyun? If he finds out, I want it to be through me.”

“I won’t say anything.” Yoojung promised, drawing a cross over her chest with her finger.

After you spent a few minutes blowing at your tea, you swallowed coarsely and asked Yoojung about a matter that had always allured your curiosity.

“What are those numbers by Hansol’s ear? I’ve never asked him.”

“I don’t know really,” Yoojung replied, shrugging, “my dad said it’s like a barcode that they use in laboratories.”

“Do you think Hansol was an experiment of some sort?”

Yoojung poured a dash of cream into her coffee and stirred it. “Most likely. I think that’s why he writes in that notebook all the time. My dad told me that the laboratories are evil. They do cruel experiments, and a lot of the cyborgs need a mental escape. Apparently, they’re allowed to write or paint. Ever since my dad found Hansol, he’s had that notebook.”

Her expression turned sorrowful and the contours of her face filled with gloom. “I don’t think Hansol is used to being treated like a human. Just because he has bionic parts, that doesn’t mean he’s emotionless, like some android. He can walk and breathe and laugh, like any of us.”

You stared into the golden, swirling colours of your tea and nodded solemnly.

“He can love too,” Yoojung hummed, “he just needs to be shown it first.”

Ivory rays of moonlight followed you home, until you slipped through the door and quietly clicked it shut. You hadn’t expected to stay out so long with Yoojung, though you weren’t entirely surprised considering her month-long absence.

Hansol was sitting on the couch, the lamp aglow on the side table as he scribbled into that faux, black leather notebook, a few stray locks of hair tickling his eyes. Your expression couldn’t help but split into one of firm ardour and love, a contented smile decorating your mouth while you opened the fridge to look for a quick snack.

You pulled out a container of sliced strawberries, washed your hands, and ate nearly half the sweet summer fruit. After wiping off your fingers with a paper towel, you sat next to Hansol on the couch and rested your chin on his shoulder. His writing was crooked, rather messy, and you couldn’t quite read anything from the paper, though you held a moment of silence, continuing to watch him make his scribbles. Eventually you set a hand on his bicep, squeezing gently and feeling the hard, metal component beneath.

“Did you have a nice day, Sollie?” You asked him, mindlessly stroking his arm.

He turned his head slightly and caught your curious eye. Never had you yearned to kiss someone else so badly, and you were forced to squash the notion that moving your head just an inch forward would have your lips to his.

“It was fine.” Hansol replied, his gaze tenderly studying your face. “You?”

“I saw Yoojung today, so we caught up on some things...” tracing circles against his strong arm, you added shyly, “I thought about you a lot too.”

The edges of Hansol’s lips fluttered into a smile. “Yeah? Nice.”

“What are you writing about?” You hummed, simultaneously reaching into a pocket on your jacket, pulling out a lip balm.

Hansol chuckled, “you can’t read it?”

You pressed the smooth end of the stick against your lips and shook your head.

“No,” you scoffed lightheartedly in response, staring into the boy’s brown eyes, “not saying you have bad hand writing. It’s just… a little indiscernible.”

He examined the paper again, and his countenance became timid, even a mixture of anxious.

“Good.” Hansol huffed, his leg starting to shake.

“Why good? C’mon, I want to know at least the topic.” You shoved away your fruity lip balm with a large pout.

“If you don’t have a clue now then you’ll never have one.” Hansol teased.

Scratching your arm, you said the first thing that came to mind. “Is it about me?”

Hansol didn’t say anything, he just pressed his lips together in a small, sheepish smile while that familiar rose tint flickered in his eyes. He nodded, then set his book and pen on the side table.

“Do you think that’s weird?”

“What?” You questioned him. “That you write about me? I don’t think it’s weird.”

You expected him to appear more relieved, but Hansol’s face only filled with new shadows of uncertainty and doubt. He peered into his lap again, and you could see a very prominent circuit on his neck fire a multitude of luminous, twinkling signals. Something clearly wasn’t right with him; something was still causing him pain. Carefully, your fingers grazed Hansol’s sharp jaw, turning his head so that he could look at you forwardly. You swept away the tresses that were touching his long lashes, a deep concern shifting the once chipper nature to your face.

“What’s wrong, Hansol?” Your brow furrowed, knuckles stroking softly along his jawline. “You can tell me anything.”

“W-Would—,” he stumbled, and you saw how his irises faded into a beautiful aurora of ice blue, “would you love me more if I weren’t who I am?”

Immediately you tensed, and your eyes widened. Your hand fell from the boy’s jaw while a thorough shock bottomed out in your gut. Hansol looked at you so purely, so intimately.

“Because I’m in love with you,” his gritty voice trembled slightly, becoming as thin as the paper attached to his notebook, “and I can’t stop thinking about you, or writing about you. When you touch me, I feel the sensors in my body light up like crazy, and when you say my name, I replay it over and over again in my head. I’ve never felt this way before. But… I’m not like Changkyun, or Yoojung, or you. I can never be human in the way that you all are. ”

You shook your head, the inside of your mouth feeling horrendously parched and your heart aching tight against your ribs. Pulling the boy’s hand into your lap, you interlaced your fingers.

“Don’t say that,” you pleaded, a surge of hot, liquid salt lining your eyes, “those bionics in your body don’t take away from the fact you can feel real emotion. I don’t care if you had circuits in every part of you, or none of you. You still have a heart that feels pain, and love, a brain that helps you rationalize your emotions and thoughts. That alone makes you human enough, Hansol. I’ll love you no matter what.”

His cheeks were rubescent, eyes developing a thin film of teary gloss.

“Do you promise?” He croaked between a small sniffle.

You cupped his face in your enveloping palms and pressed a deep, calming kiss to his mouth.

“I promise.” You assured him, resting your forehead against his. “I love you, Hansol.”

The boy was unmarred by hesitance. Delicately, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck to gently push your lips against his, slightly angling his head so that he could better coordinate with your movement. The kiss was slow, but blooming with passion, and you felt the heat pool in the pit of your lower tummy as Hansol started guiding you to lay on your back. Your lips never separated, and the contact only grew more fervent upon tasting the mild fruit of your own chapstick from Hansol’s pink mouth. While your fingers tangled through his dark brown hair, pulling softly at the strong roots, his hands crept underneath your t-shirt.

He squeezed tenderly along your waist, the rough callouses gorged into his large palms turning your insides to a warm puddle. As the boy pressed open-mouth kisses beneath your jaw, one hand reached for his bicep, feeling the hard metal underneath upon digging in your fingertips. By the time Hansol reached the crook of your shoulder, he was panting faintly, to which you let the boy adjust his weight as he wriggled himself against your side, sleepy and overwhelmed with how the night unfolded.

He nuzzled into your neck and tucked an arm around your stomach, attempting to keep you as close as possible, like you could disappear into thin air.

“Goodnight, Sol.” You murmured, gently scratching the top of his head.

His breath tickled the sensitive flesh of your neck, his rough voice already heavy with remnants of his incoming slumber as he repeated the phrase back to you. Just before you shut your eyes, your lips kissed the barcode tattooed to the sweet spot just in front of his ear.

I’ll love you no matter what.

✧✎ a/n: :-) hope u liked it! hearing ur thoughts is always appreciated!! i was actually supposed to post seokmin’s prince!au next, but that one is like 12k and since my mingyu purge fic was also really long, i just wanted to write smth short and sweet in between. maybe some of u would not consider 6k “short” lol but to me who physically CANNOT shorten my writing this is actually an improvement! anywho, i like writing hansol as a BIG SOFTIE!!!!

#seventeen scenarios #vernon scenarios #hansol scenarios #seventeen vernon #hansol x reader #vernon x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt vernon #seventeen angst

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[fanfic] Desired Disobedience: Chapter 3 [end]

"Did you find anything interesting?" Lucifer asked as his image appeared in Desire's sphere. Ryou kept himself quiet; he wasn't sure yet of what Desire had in mind. Better to observe until he knew more and possibly could do more - if he ever could.

"Oh, I did indeed. And you're going to love this," Desire chuckled. He grabbed Ryou by the back of his neck and dragged him to where he could be seen. "First, I've located the vampire."

Lucifer regarded Ryou for a few seconds before he looked back at Desire. "Someone used sigil magic? Haou isn't going to like this.”

"It gets even better. It's Vail. He thinks he can use Hell Kaiser to drain Haou dry."

The two Fallen Angels regarded one another in silence for a few moments, then both laughed uproariously. Desire shook his head, dropping Ryou back onto the bed and returning his full attention to his brother. "If I'm reading the sigils right, though, it's going to be difficult to get the collar off him. It's designed so only someone of the blood of Light can do it."

Lucifer frowned. "That's not even possible. I made sure of that. The Blood of Creation has been extinct for over twenty years."

"I know." Desire shrugged. "There might be someone around with enough of Hope in them to be useful? Does anyone even know what happened to that family line?"

"Not that I know of. Hope likes to stay out of sight and pop up when one least expects it." Lucifer considered. "I'll pass this along to Haou-sama. How long are you going to stay there?"

"I think until he releases Hell Kaiser to go feed on Haou. Someone should keep an eye on him. Vail thinks I don't like having to serve you and Haou." Desire snickered. "How little he knows."

Ryou shifted position quietly. He knew exactly why Desire wanted to stay here and it had nothing to do with keeping an eye on Vail. Or at least, it wasn't just because of him. Desire lived his name, after all.

"I'll see you next week, then. Do amuse yourself. I know how you can be when you get bored." Lucifer smirked before the sphere's magic faded, and Desire tucked it back to wherever it had come from. He turned his full attention to Ryou.

"Have you missed me?" Desire murmured, sliding his helmet off and his armor fading away. "I've certainly been looking forward to seeing you again."

Ryou turned his head away. The sigils had been slightly altered so that they didn't drag him down as much so if he'd wanted to, he could have answered. But he doubted Desire actually wanted to hear him speak. At least not in words.

Desire tucked one hand under Ryou's chin and turned him so that their eyes met. Desire's eyes were nothing like Yuusuke's - not a sweet violet, filled with shadows and mystery. They were a brilliant scarlet, matching his wings, just like his hair, and shone with a rich form of life that made Ryou shudder. He knew this look so very well.

"Did you know Haou promised you to me for an entire month if I brought back interesting word about your whereabouts? I think this qualifies. I look forward to that month - and to the rest of this week. You really were born to be someone else's property, weren't you?"

Ryou's eyes sharpened as he tried to pull himself back and found that he couldn't - bound by both the sigils and Haou's standing command to allow Desire to do as he willed that didn't interfere with any other commands. "No!" He could at least say that. Regardless of how it seemed true sometimes. He might not have been meant to be a tool, but plenty of people treated him like that.

Desire only chuckled and pulled him closer. "You were born to be used - and reborn to make it easier. You should stop fighting it."

And after that, Desire lived up to his name.

Vail had too much to do to spy on whatever it was Desire and Hell Kaiser were doing. He knew exactly what it was, after all. Desire made no bones about what he enjoyed doing. So instead of doing what he might have if it had been anyone else taking their pleasure with the vampire, he researched exactly what he would do after he'd had his pet vampire kill Haou.

It wouldn't be easy to do that, he knew. That was why he'd had the sigil-crafted collar made, to override Camula's control. Camula herself could override it if she stood there, but he'd seen to her. As tempting as it was to have her killed, doing so would release Hell Kaiser from her control, and he wanted nothing of that. A vampire needed to be controlled and used. They were undead beasts who pretended to life. Not at all like him. His pulse had never stopped. He'd never stopped drawing breath. He didn't need human blood - he just needed their souls.

I should have a good meal or two before I go to sleep. He needed normal food as much as anyone else did; his dining upon human souls merely kept him from dying. He considered his options, then had his guards bring him one of the captives he kept for just this purpose. Really, he would have to imprison more people for whatever crimes he could, if both he and Hell Kaiser were to feed off of them. He didn't need a good soul-meal as often as a vampire needed blood but unfortunately, it wasn't possible to share kills. Otherwise, the meals would have gone on farther.

Though he'd never actually tried to take someone's soul as they were being drained by his vampire. It might be worth testing out. He knew the perfect test subject as well - Haou himself. Just what would it be like to take the soul of the incarnate form of Dark Destruction? Vail licked his lips just at the thought of it.

He prodded his shock collars and pondered exactly who he should have Hell Kaiser duel. He had more than one option; it would all depend on who he thought was the most interesting. He had so many plans that pruning them down to the ones that had the best chance of success could take most of the coming week.

What matters most is finishing Haou off. After all this time, he doubted that Haou even remembered what he'd done to earn Vail's ire. Would he even remember how he'd come to be Brron's chief gladiator? Or did it remain on the dustheap of memory alongside everyone else that he'd murdered over the years.

Vail cheerfully admitted to himself that he didn't remember how many people he'd ended up killing himself. It all blended together after a while. He didn't think it mattered that much. Not when he would always need to kill more. The count would keep rising. Why keep track of it?

Lucifer put away the sphere and considered his options before he shook his head. As much as he would like to, now wasn't the time to inform Haou. By this time of evening, Haou would be in his bed, savoring the sweetness of his consort.

Something strange about that one, Lucifer mused, as he so often had since he'd first seen Johan Andersen in person. He couldn't quite put a finger on what made him strange, only that he was, and it felt oddly familiar, in a way that he'd not encountered in quite some time. It confused him and Lucifer didn't like to be confused.

But he would figure it out another time. It wasn't as if he could do anything to hurt Haou. Haou - Juudai - had gone out of his way to ensure that Johan had been broken quite thoroughly. He knew that his purpose wasn't to lead a rebellion or fight against Haou. He served to kill those whom Haou wished dead and to provide intimate pleasure for his master.

Truly, Juudai quite took after him. Lucifer approved thoroughly. He'd done much the same thing to Zerato so many years earlier. He remained a good, obedient servant as well, currently taking care of Lucifer's home castle.

When morning rolled around, Lucifer made a point to arrive in front of Haou as soon as he settled himself on his throne. He would have delivered the news at breakfast, but Haou never enjoyed doing business while he ate. So he'd kept himself confined to simply pleasantries during the meal.

"Lucifer?" Haou asked, eyebrow quirked up. "You have information?"

"Oh, I do. I heard from Desire last night. I didn't think it wise to interfere with your night, though." Lucifer chuckled softly, his wings twitching in pleasure. "It seems that Vail thinks he can use your vampire to take you out."

Haou remained where he was for a few moments, head tilted very lightly to one side. Finally he spoke. "Are you serous?"

"Very. Even better, so is he. He currently has collared Hell Kaiser and used sigil magic to keep him under control. Desire is going to stay there and keep an eye on him until next week, when Vail will send him back with orders to kill you."

Haou's lips twitched, eyes glittering golden. "Really."

"This is the most interesting part." Lucifer gestured briefly. "It seems he's crafted both collar and sigils so that only someone from a very specific family can break the collar. One that he believes no longer exists - and one that doesn't exist. I should know, I made sure to wipe it out myself."

He wasn't surprised to see acknowledgment dawning in Haou's eyes. He'd always been a bright one. "The Light of Creation."

"Exactly. Though Hope could do so as well. No one knows where that family line is right now." Lucifer shrugged. "Though knowing them, I'd not be surprised to find them in the rebellion."

Haous' fingers tightened on his throne for a few seconds before he turned to where Johan knelt, head down, awaiting for when his master needed him. He started to open his mouth, then shook his head.

"You wouldn't remember, would you?" He murmured, fingers going through Johan's hair for a few seconds. "You don't remember anything about the rebellion.”

"They're your enemies, and your enemies are my enemies," Johan replied at once, tilting his head a little, but not enough to move Haou's hand from his hair. "Is there anything else that I should know, Haou-sama?"

Haou smiled down at him, hand caressing the side of Johan's face. "Not at all. Don't worry yourself about it. I'll deal with it."

Lucifer didn't take his eyes off of Johan the entire time. The more he regarded Haou's consort, the more that strange sensation crept over him. The longer he looked, the more something began to look familiar. He'd never noticed it before, but now he began to suspect that was because he'd never truly looked at Johan with this in mind.

It had been a long time since he'd seen the features of someone who carried the Blood of the Light of Creation. He'd certainly not expected to see them kneeling at Haou's feet.

Slowly, he began to smile. "Haou-sama. I think I have some interesting news."

Awareness crept back over Ryou. He opened his eyes and saw Desire's wing remained tucked over him. He closed his eyes again and wondered if he would be allowed to feed today or not. Vail at least made sure that he didn't get too hungry, but it was getting so very close to the "celebration" when he'd be sent back to kill Haou. That meant food would be withheld so he'd be completely dry.

Desire's hand crept up his chest. "Awake, are we?" He murmured, sounding quite sated and pleased. He usually sounded like that after their activities earlier.

"Yes." Ryou knew if he didn't answer, Desire and Vail both would take pleasure in dragging the words out of him. He would at least not give them that satisfaction.

He wasn't surprised that Desire chuckled at that. His fingers sank into Ryou's hair and he tugged the vampire closer to him. "We'll be going back to Haou-sama soon. Won't that be amusing." That wasn't a question, so Ryou didn't have to answer it.

But he had been thinking about it regardless. He considered before he said anything. "Killing Haou isn't going to be that easy. He has Lucifer-sama and Johan - at the least. There's also the Death Duelists to consider." He chose his next words carefully. "Vail-sama thinks I can just be pointed at him, released, and no one will defend Haou-sama."

"I know he does. And that's what's going to make it even more amusing." Desire made himself quite comfortable, wing still folded around Ryou. "I've heard from Lucifer and Haou-sama. They're well aware of what's going on."

Ryou didn't find any comfort in that. He suspected that Haou's manner of dealing with this might well just be to bind him out in the sunlight or slam a wooden stake between his ribs. Or perhaps he could find a way to destroy the collar regardless of not being of the line of Light. He was Destruction, after all.

Desire nudged at him. "But they don't want me to tell you what they're planning. You'll find out when we return."

Of course. Not only were both of them overly dramatic, but it wouldn't be safe to let him know, since he would pass it on to Vail if he were asked. He did wonder if Vail would ever ask, but that might mean the dark sorcerer considered him capable of giving useful information. He doubted that would happen any time soon.

When they joined Vail in his favored chamber, Vail gestured towards Ryou. "Tomorrow night you're going to start back so you can kill Haou. Make it as painful as you can. I want to hear him scream - and I will be there to hear him scream."

Ryou made no gestures of acknowledgment but Vail continued as if he had. "Swallow every drop of his blood. Don't stop until he's dead. I'm going to take his soul at the same time."

Where Ryou knelt, he could see Desire. The Fallen Angel had restored his helmet and armor and when Vail said that, Ryou could see him twitch. Someone else would be laughing hysterically. Ryou thought he would have done the same thing.

He didn't want to trust Haou. He didn't have any reason to trust Haou. But he didn't have any choice. Haou knew he was coming and knew that Vail wanted to kill him. Haou wasn't the type to just die. Ryou's life wasn't that good. Or his undeath. Whatever.

By the time Vail looked up again, Desire composed himself perfectly. Ryou wouldn't have been surprised if he had a smirk on under the helmet, but it wasn't possible to tell.

"Would you join me?" Vail wanted to know. "I'm certain I can find a use for you once I've claimed Haou's realm for my own."

"I don't doubt it for a moment," Desire replied, voice absolutely calm. "And I would be quite honored to see this."

Ryou closed his eyes. He hadn't been looking forward to this 'celebration' at all. This wasn't making it any better.

The trip back to Haou's castle was indeed different from the trip out. Ryou couldn't travel as quickly as he did on his own, nor did Desire. Vail loaded them both into his personal carriage and they all rattled along ill-kept roads. The carriage had been enchanted to not only have all the necessary room, but to keep the sunlight out during the day. This allowed them to travel when normally they would have to rest. No horses or oxen pulled the carriage, but it rumbled along all on its own. There was a coachman at the front who guided them along the road with gestures of his hands but nothing more.

Ryou appreciated one thing about this trip - it meant Desire wasn't going to have the chance to bed him again. He suspected if Vail wanted to, they could have stopped somewhere, taken rooms at an inn, and matters would proceed as they normally did when Desire was around. Thankfully Vail didn't do that. They did take short breaks for Desire and Vail to spread out a blanket in a sunny area, feasting on the supplies Vail brought along, while Ryou remained in the carriage by himself. That didn't bother him. He enjoyed the time by himself.

Being in the carriage alone also allowed for Cyber Dragon to be there with him. Now that they'd begun to speak again, the spirit stayed close by no matter what. Ryou couldn't say much; he didn't want Vail or Desire to figure out what he was doing and prevent him from having that tiny connection. He didn't want to think about what Haou might do when - not if - he ever found out. But he took the time to enjoy it while he could.

Great silver scales snuggled close to him, Cyber Dragon's head resting next to his. He didn't close his eyes, not wanting to miss a moment of this. He didn't think he'd been this comfortable in years - three of them, in fact. Probably more. He'd certainly never been comfortable during his living torment by Haou.

We will be there for you, Cyber Dragon reassured him. Do you trust us?

Ryou tilted his head. He kept most of his responses to gestures when he could; much better than to risk being heard. Cyber Dragon pressed harder against him.

Good. Cyber Dragon sounded extremely satisfied before fading out of sight. Moments later the door to the carriage swung open and Desire entered, followed by Vail. Desire glanced at Ryou, and while his expression couldn't be seen, Ryou wondered if he'd somehow become aware of Cyber Dragon's presence. If he was, he said nothing about it as he settled beside Ryou, tucking one scarlet wing around him.

Ryou fell back into total silence, wondering what the Cyber Dragons and Cyberdarks had in mind. He couldn't do much else. The sigils on the collar made that impossible. The sigils that had first bound him weren't in effect now. Vail apparently didn't think them worth the effort, not with Desire there to keep Ryou in check as well.

None of Haou's guards seemed to think there was anything to worry about when Vail's carriage arrived at the palace. The celebration already seemed to be in full swing as they entered, with music and feasting filling the air. Ryou could feel the nervous tension in the air regardless - something wasn't right somewhere and he didn't know what it was.

Desire pressed his fingers onto his shoulder, hard enough that it would have left bruises in mortal flesh. "Let's go. The show is about to begin."

Unable to stop himself, Ryou moved forward, just slightly behind Vail as the other strutted his way to where Haou sat on his throne. Johan knelt in his usual place beside him and Lucifer stood to one side. Ryou noticed a fading bruise on Johan's cheek and wondered if Haou had been more enthusiastic than usual. He didn't usually bruise Johan these days, though Ryou had heard that during Johan's initial training, he'd been covered with them.

"Haou," Vail addressed the name with mockery edging his voice. "It has been a very long time since I saw you last. You've come up quite far in the word since then."

"Vail." Haou uttered the word calmly. "Or I suppose I could call you Saruyama." He said it in a way that shaped the word as a weapon. Vail hissed ever so softly.

"I would prefer if you didn't." Vail waved one hand. "But we can discuss names some other time. I've quite enjoyed having the vampire with me the last few days. So did Fallen Angel Desire, in fact."

Haou snorted. "I don't doubt that at all. Now if you intend to attend, then step aside, remove that rather admittedly attractive collar from my vampire, and go get something to eat. You have five seconds to comply before I lose my patience."

Vail stared until he started to laugh, shaking his head. "You don't even understand. You're still the same foolish boy that you were all those years ago. Let me demonstrate what I can do. Hell Kaiser Marufuji Ryou, fulfill the orders that I have given you." He stepped aside with a flourish of his black cape, and Ryou started to take a step forward. He hadn't fed in a day and a half by now and while he still had some control over his mind, he remained aware that there was blood not that far away and he only needed to reach it to have it.

He shifted the weight off of his feet and flitted forward as quick as he could, despite the inner scream that told him his target was Haou-sama, that he couldn't do this, his body wasn't allowed to hurt his master, and at the same time he couldn't stop himself.

The roar came from his deck. Cyber End Dragon and Cyberdark Dragon flashed out, Cyber End coiling all around Ryou and holding him into place, so that he couldn't take another step towards Haou. Cyberdark Dragon lashed their tail at Vail, knocking him down and then coiling their dark-scaled tail around him, wings spread and fangs snapping threateningly.

Cyber End raised all three heads towards Haou. "Even we cannot hold him forever, so long as the collar binds him. Find a way to remove it!"

"I already have." Haou replied, far more pleasure in his voice than Ryou would have wanted to hear under any other circumstances. He tapped Johan on the shoulder. "Do it."

Ryou had no idea of what Haou had in mind, until Johan stood up and walked over to him. He barely even seemed to notice the spirits holding Ryou into place. He did step around Cyber End Dragon's tail carefully but he didn't look the metallic dragon in the faces. All of his attention was on Ryou. He reached up and laid the tips of his fingers on the collar, then slid them under the lock and tugged a little. The lock came open at once, and Johan pulled the collar away, going back over to Haou.

Slowly Cyber End Dragon released Ryou, taking a position up by him. Cyberdark didn't move from where they held Vail, and no matter how he struggled, with Cyber Phoenix hovering overhead, there wasn't anything that he could do to stop them. Ryou didn't need to breathe but he took a deep one regardless. He'd never thought he would be so grateful to Haou, let alone to Johan as he was now.

Haou took the collar and examined it as Johan sank back down to his knees, clearly pleased that he'd satisfied his master's orders. Haou rewarded him with a hand on his head for a few moments, then tightened his other hand around the collar. A column of thick darkness rose up from his hand around it, and with a tiny snap only dust and ashes remained.

"An amusing trick, but did you really think that I couldn’t counter this?" Haou turned his attention to Vail, who looked fit to explode from rage. "I could have told you - my vampire belongs to me. He cannot harm me, even if he wanted to."

Ryou hated to think of how true that was. He also hated the thought of the Cyber Dragons having to live under Haou's rule as he did now. But he could feel all of them not caring.

"Now, what to do with you," Haou mused. Vail thrashed in Cyberdark Dragon's grip and snapped towards Desire.

"You would serve me!? Then destroy them! Destroy all of them! Now! I command it!"

Desire didn't so much as twitch a wing. Instead, he turned to Haou. "Lucifer informed me that if I provided interesting information as to Hell Kaiser's whereabouts, I'd have him in my bed for a month. Is this true?"

"Of course." Haou waved one hand. "Starting after the celebration, you may do with him as you please."

That didn't surprise Ryou. At this point in his undeath, not much would have. He didn't care that much. He had the spirits of his deck back. That mattered a great deal more than anything that might happen to his body.

But now Haou regarded Vail carefully. Ryou noticed his attention also slipped around to Cyber End Dragon and Cyberdark Dragon. But most of his focus remained on Vail. Finally he spoke.

"Hell Kaiser."

At once Ryou straightened up. He knew that tone - he was about to feed. He knew who he'd feed on; he knew far too much about Haou thought.

"Haou-sama." After the last week, he uttered the title with just a trifle more pleasure than he ever had any time he'd addressed Vail.

"How often did Vail allow you to feed this past week?" Haou raised one hand before Ryou spoke. "In fact, tell me everything that happened this entire week."

Ryou at once started to talk. He related about how he'd gone there to kill Vail in the first place and had intended to bring some of Vail's treasure to Haou as the gift he'd wanted. He told about the sigils binding him and exactly what Vail did until Desire showed up, and afterward. He left nothing at all out.

"Desire?" Haou asked, one eyebrow quirked upward. "Is this all true?"

"Yes, it is," Desire agreed, admiring the spread of his own wings. "Though I could go into more detail on exactly what we did. If you'd like, of course." Ryou suspected one of those insufferably smug grins existed under his helmet.

"I'll consider that for another time," Haou decided before looking back to Ryou. "Drain him dry. Make it as painful as you possibly can for him. I want to hear his screams. I want everyone to hear his screams. That is the treasure I desire."

Ryou didn't hesitate for a moment. Cyberdark Dragon dragged Vail over to him and held him in place as Ryou grabbed onto the dark sorcerer's shoulders. The other babbled, but none of it made any sense. It seldom did when Ryou fed. He sank his fangs deep into Vail's neck, the sweet taste of the blood coursing down his throat. His grip tightened on the shoulders and Cyberdark Dragon slowly released Vail as Ryou fed and Vail's strength failed him. The sorcerer batted at Ryou's hands feebly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could do nothing. The screams that echoed off of the walls soon faded away, and Ryou continued to feed, fulfilling the command - not a single drop of blood to be left.

He didn't normally feed that much off of one person. Feeding smaller amounts off of many different people kept deaths to a minimum. So when he bled someone dry, it was usually because Haou wanted him to do so. He kept on sucking, finally stopping and letting the body drop to the floor.

"I had intended for you to feed off of the captives that my Death Duelists brought back," Haou said, once Ryou had recovered enough from his feeding to focus on what was being said. He gestured to a corner where five people huddled, wrapped in chains, terrified expressions plain. Ryou glanced from one of them to another, checking.

Not his brother. Not Shou.

Not his friend. Not Fubuki.

Not his lover. Not Yuusuke.

Not Edo or Saiou or Asuka or anyone else that he knew from the rebellion. If these were rebels - and he couldn't even be sure that they were - then they weren't ones that he'd known. The way they existed in small cells of ten or twenty in each enclave helped with that. But he returned his attention to Haou, who smiled a devil's smile.

"A little much for you right now, though. So you'll feed off of them once a night until they've given you all that they can - and until I have no further use for them."

Ryou nodded. A small flicker of gratitude existed that no one he cared for was in this bunch. He would have preferred it if it consisted of people more like Vail than innocents, but when he couldn't choose his own prey, then he had to deal with what he was allowed.

Haou glanced at Lucifer. "Is the army ready to move in?"

"Of course." Lucifer nodded. "Would you like me to deal with it?"

"Yes. Let me know when you've taken it all." Haou dismissed him with a wave of one hand and Lucifer headed out quickly. He smiled in satisfaction, leaning back on his throne, before he looked at Ryou again. "Vail's realm will now belong to me. Lucifer is taking in my army to deal with any resistance.

That made horrible sense. Ryou suspected there would be people who fled there and went on to join the rebellion. It happened like that everywhere. Haou moved in and those who didn't want him as their lord fled to join those who fought against him. Some of them ended up as his dinner or as Haou's slaves or who knew what else.

None of that seemed to matter to Haou right now. He watched as other servants carried the body away, and Cyberdark Dragon joined Cyber End Dragon beside Ryou.

"How pleasant to see you all again," Haou said, this time addressing the spirits directly. "I thought you would have abandoned Hell Kaiser when he died."

"We would never do that." Cyberdark Dragon hissed, dark scales gleaming in the enchanted light, tail twitching. "He did not call for us. We must be called."

Haou's lips quirked. "Of course. I should have known." He rested one hand under his chin, the other playing with Johan's hair. "I might allow him to duel again. And I believe Vail had something interesting in those shock collars - I might have to check into those."

Ryou didn't look forward to that. Something else had his attention regardless. He shifted briefly and Haou glanced at him, one eyebrow cocking.

"You have something to say, Hell Kaiser?" Haou wanted to know.

"How did Johan get the collar off me?" Ryou wanted to know. "Only the blood of the Light could do it." The sigils had been very clear. Even worse, Vail had been very smug about that fact. It shouldn't have been possible.

Haou's hand didn't leave Johan's head. "Because it seems that my precious toy here is of the Blood of the Creation's Light. He never knew himself. But it seems when Lucifer destroyed Norbu all those years ago, he and his siblings were taken away to be kept safe." Haou chuckled a little. "How fascinating that he ended up with me. And his siblings are still out there somewhere."

He kept on stroking slowly. Johan closed his eyes and keened, a low pleasure-filled sound. "That is going to be one of your tasks - to find Yubel and Rune Andersen, and bring them here to me. Unharmed."

Ryou nodded. He wondered how he was going to do that. Before he could ask for any further information, Haou waved a hand towards Desire, who'd patiently waited all this time.

"Feel free to retire and enjoy yourself," he told the Fallen Angel. "He won't be on duty until the month is over with, except for feeding."

Desire had one arm around Ryou's shoulders a breath later. Cyber End Dragon and Cyberdark Dragon both faded from view, though Ryou could feel them watching. He wanted them to know that it didn't matter; he'd dealt with this before. Cyberdark didn't seem very happy about it regardless. But they said nothing else. It seemed Haou would allow them to remain.

"Thank you, Haou-sama." Desire guided Ryou away, and Ryou wondered if his spirits could take a message to Yuusuke, or bring one back. No, probably not. He wasn't allowed to communicate in any way with the rebellion. At least not deliberately. Accidents could happen. But sending his spirits out deliberately wasn't allowed.

But thinking about Yuusuke made what came over the next month, and what came after, much more bearable.

The End

Notes: There are other scenes I could have put in here but they didn’t quite fit with everything. Remember, Johan will only be bruised if Haou decides that he will be. So why is Johan bruised? Exactly what happened between Lucifer, Juudai, and Johan? I know. And one day, I’ll tell you.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #ygo gx #marufuji ryou #yuuki juudai #chapters: desired disobedience #au: reversal

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araingirl · 3 years

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Remnants

The night was calm, and cool-just it had been before six summers. The sky was coated with the layers of black clouds who were busy in confining the moon. Thus, the night queen couldn’t appear to enlighten the ink-smeared environs. Compelled in a way or another, the yellow-golden sodium lamps guarding both sides of the narrow streets of Bakuten were fulfilling the duty on behalf of her, yet, not succeeding completely. Under the old breeze, the ever-pacifying river was flowing like a serpent. The liquid black crystal was shimmering-even in the blinding darkness. Two leaves trembled in the soothing, yet, ruthless late spring breeze, others were asleep. The atmosphere was obscure, soundless, empty…well, really?

“Huh…”

The 21-year-old neko-jin threw his golden orbs to the boundless, limitless blue-inked in murk as a little amount of white smoke touched it-coming out through his exhalations, belonging to the half-burnt cigar held in his hand. His lips were turning dark, nostrils were burning, he was feeling as if any volcano had been placed there. The vapors were getting invisible by each passing moment which felt like an eternity to him. The taste of nicotine wasn’t too delicious to his tongue. Rather, it seemed poisonous to his taste buds-well, it really was. Nonetheless, unknowingly, he couldn’t drop it on the ground and pass by. Mysterious the attraction…no no, the addiction was.

With another puff, he took a look at his wristwatch. 11.00 pm, she should have come by then. At least, the text sent in the afternoon had said so. Only for her, he’d crossed miles after miles and reached here. Since he was in solitude, the piece of cigarette was accompanying him. It couldn’t be said that he was enjoying the company of the cigar but it was better than being lonely on the old bridge of Bakuten, wrapped with many bittersweet memories. He’d met her at first at the edge of the river, on the greeneries. She’d smiled like a rose, leaving her own color in his heart. They had got to know each other on the same bridge. He recalled another event when he’d slept while waiting for her but she hadn’t come. His soul dried. Would she….

“Honk!”

Startled, the raven-haired neko-jin looked back, carefully holding the cigarette. A pair of golden headlights shown in the darkness like the eyes of a tigress, waiting silently for its prey. Pulling the door of the black wagon which was almost invisible due to the excessive and strange depth of the night, she came out. Just like that night, he was surprised. Though he was waiting for her, he actually didn’t expect her to appear there. She pushed the door of her car back as it retreated, producing a shrill. Her black heel-worn feet walked towards him, her eyes were somewhere else.

No smile bloomed in his lips. Of course, she’d changed a lot during these years. Her hair wasn’t spiky anymore, blood tresses were straight, smooth, unbound-crossing her slender waist. He couldn’t differentiate between those kohl-streaked bumblebee eyes and the mysterious, passing night. Skin tone in black and dark-violet fitting outfits bloomed like the moon confined in the four walls of the dense nocturnal clouds, along with her hourglass figure and a slight portion of her cleavage. Wine-shaded lips became a bit thick but it only added intoxication to her features. Smirk didn’t rise there too. Seeing her appearance, Ray felt to fall in love with her once again, but couldn’t. Just couldn’t.

With a glimpse, Salima examined Ray. She must have admitted, Ray had grown up too. He was always attractive-it just got enhanced during these seasons. Beefy triceps were visible under the half-sleeves of his white collared T-shirt. Well-built, delicious collar bones could clearly be seen because two buttons at the neckline were undone. Eyes were shinier than the sodium street lamps, the perfume emitted from his body was exotic, erotic. Recently, he’d got a haircut but the black yin-yang bandana was present, wrapped around his forehead. He was looking like a seductive gentleman right now with the cigar. Salima praised him inwardly but didn’t utter a single word. Smiting the concrete surface of the bridge with her heels, she moved towards him.

He was waiting for her, enthralled, speechless-yet, his expressions were blank. But at the last second, she turned back, only displaying her back to him. He screwed his brows, not understanding what actually was wrong with her. To his horror, she slid her hand into the pocket of her jeans, hauling it out with a packet of cherry mond cigarettes and a lighter. Putting one on the flame of the navy-blue pocket ignitor, she simply tucked it between her scarlet-painted lips as if it had never been a big deal to her at all. While doing the entire task, she hadn’t looked back at Ray for once, ignoring his existence on that bridge.

The unexpected boldness of the girl who had been a sweetheart once upon a time shook the neko-jin. He was so awestruck that he didn’t even notice that the cigar between the two fingers of his right hand was decaying. The intoxicating fragrance of cherry and nicotine hovered around him. Then, he noticed that his cigarette was on the verge of dying. Quickly turning back, he puffed it, emitting the vapors in the air. The innocent but inebriating aroma of cherries and the dark but desperate stench of clear red wine got dissolved in each other and created a new flavor, hitting both their nostrils.

“What will happen consuming too many cigarettes?” Surprising the man, the woman pronounced first, “You have already started smelling like a pink rose.”

“And you smell like a blue lotus,” He smirked, puffing a bit of smoke, “No worries, when the intoxication will be over, you’ll also be gone.”

“So will you.” Salima voiced, “By the way, I’m getting married in the next month.”

“So am I, in the next week,” Ray breathed, “Needed a bit of celebration.”

“Independent celebration, huh?” The redhead cocked a brow, not facing the neko-jin, “Sure, continue. I’m doing the same. Coz after it, instead of cherry monds, I’ll get to quench blue lagoon.”

“And I’ll guzzle strawberry milkshake.”

“Here I thought you are a man,” The scarlet chuckled, “However, my addiction for coke is no more. It’s harmful to health, you know. I’ve realized it.”

“Am I still addicted to red wine?” Whether the neko-jin questioned the cyber-princess or himself couldn’t be guessed when he sneered, “Whatever, I think I should break the bottles returning home. They can only increase the pain inside the chest.”

Right at the same time, they tossed the residuals of their cigarettes back. Cherry collided with wine and landed on the ground-not a millisecond before or after each other. When their flames met, it lit more brightly. But they didn’t notice it. Their eyes were burning; they didn’t know whether it was for the side-effect of the cigars or something else. Before tears could have blinded them, they straightly walk towards the respective vehicles, rode them and closed the doors. Not even looking back for seeing each other for one last time, they started their cars, they moved towards at 180-degree, pulsating the spring flurries more and more.

Only the remnants to a pair of cigarettes remained on the bridge, hugging each other, smothered, yet the smokes coming out from them implied that love took place here, once upon a time.

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Now now...tell me....should I publish this on ffn? xD

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dradelcra · 4 years

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What the hell is in HJ-7???

(or possibly as close as an amateur can get)(Re-Upload)

(pt 1, because figuring fictional science is actually hard)

I apologize, this was originally colour coded for easier reading but adding the ‘keep reading tab’ only exists on the laptop and it neutralizes the lovely colours. I had highlighted important elements, chemicals and sections of the chemical’s reaction.

Nonsense below:

Now we already know that this chemical concoction is practically a thing of magic. Now whatever the heck that salt Dr. Jekyll was using is surely important because it’s state of purity is what makes or breaks the man.

Salts, in chemistry, are electrically neutral ionic compounds of oppositely charged ions. What does that mean? Opposites do attract (or in this case ying and yang it out). That probs explains why the salt ingredient is so important (lmao, cause y'know hyde (-) and jekyll (+). Anyways, we aren’t on that rn. We are on chemistry not philosophy.

There are a bunch of ‘white’ salts (irl), and since Robert (author) himself doesn’t know how the 'potion’ worked, we can assume that it’s something of some fiction monstrosity of something that actually exists. Might just be table salt.

Sorry, just had to pause this to say that, in my curse of events:

EVEN IN FICTIONS SOMETHING EITHER HAPPENS BEFORE OR AFTER MY DAY OF BIRTH. IT’S A CURSE I AM TELLING YOU!

Anyways, back to the analysis (i will be saying this often because this is being typed with my train of thought).

The thing that all salts have in common, is as I forementioned, the opposite ions (+ and -) which cancel each other,making it neutral and that it occurs in a solid state. (bookmark this because we’ll be needing her later in the text).

There are also some powders and a phial- i don’t major in chemistry, what the hell is a phial?

Ah okay, so you have the audacity to make me feel dumb by using alt names but can’t name your chemicals, huh ROBERT??

wait, phial glass? Is that how it’s spelt? I always heard the term but-

Anyways,

HJ-7 consists of phosphorus at least, being mixed with other contents, causing it to be red and pungent (Please note that phosphorus can be naturally (or as natural as it can get through heating) red.

Also (if it is red phosphorus):

This shit is not made for human consumption, no wonder Jekyll felt like he was dying.

It typically doesn’t dissolve in most liquids. It does, however, combine with halogens…

But, when we go further in text to 'colour change’, then it likely isn’t red phosphorus.

Phosphorus, also comes in a purple form (known as scarlet/violet phosphorus) but that’s derived from white phosphorus dissolved in carbon disulfide (and low-key being evaporated by the sun), but here Hyde jumps straight from a red liquid to a violet one.

That could possibly mean white phosphorus was in the red liquid, and was possibly mixed with carbon disulfide (and something to simulate the radiation of solar energy) to turn it purple. (being generous and assuming that the mixture changed because of phosphorus being the main element and not something else).

Crystals, I’m guessing refers to the salt, brightened the red mixture and caused witchy bubbly (effervescence).

Me: Proceeds to low-key cry.

I should also mention that carbon disulfide (contaminated with impurites, which is basically whatever isn’t it) gives off a foul-odur, or how you say pungent.

Bubbly or effervescence, presented in the text, is usually due to a chemical reaction producing oxygen (as far as I know).

Okay, bringing back the salt tab. I think it may be Sodium Bisulfate, one, because it’s chemical formula contains oxygen (NaHSO4), two, it is white, three, it is formed by partial neutralization of sulfuric acid by a sodium base (yes table salt can be used), and four, it is a stable and dry granular (crystal) product, thereby fitting the description of the white salt Jekyll used.

Now, why did I highlight neutralization? Because it can go wrong. (If I’m right, purity means that it’s the chemical compound of the item alone with no other additives, so say if my sodium bisulfate somehow had remains of sodium chloride during the neutralization process, then it is deemed impure).

The oxygen within the formula could possibly be released when reacting with the red phosphorus mixture, causing the effervescence, because when phosphorus reacts with oxygen it literally catches fire.

Hey, bubbles!

OH FUCK

REMEMBER THE CHEMICAL CHANGE I SPOKE OF EARLIER THAT NEEDED RADIATION.

GUESS WHAT ALSO RADIATES HEAT!!!!

FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

and being supposedly compressed in a small phial (because who needs lab safety), small, whatever consistency this thing is right now, slosh would heat up rather quickly. Dare I say, very hot.

Okay, turns out Dr. Jekyll likely used a Bunsen burner instead of relying on chemical reactions to explode heat the elements. Good to know, wish Lanyon mentioned that. Forget what I said about the fire.

Please note: Phosphorus glows this colour (green).

Another addition: How do we combine the Phosphorus, remember that I said it dissolves in?

That’s right, Halogens.

And you know what’s a halogen? Bromine.

WHAT COLOUR IS BROMINE?????

FUCKING

RED

(blood-red even)

But, now we have a problem.

I don’t entirely know how everything reacts with everything but I do know this: white phosphorus+bromine makes phosphorus bromide…

and that’s clear…as in clear in colour.

At least it fumes that fits a description.

I should also mention that Phosphorus reacts a bit…explosively…with it’s solvents and sadly, it does not fit the description of Jekyll’s calm and cool sliquid (solid-liquid) creation.

Unless, boil and smoke meant, sort of blew up lab, but I survived and it’s okay.

And also, it turns out that sodium bisulfate removes halogens…yeah, our phosphorus dissolvent.

DAMNIT, IT’S FALLING APART!

So close…why couldn’t the real life chemicals react similar to the fictional unnamed chemicals??

Sadly, i’m not a quitter.

Bruh

It explodes with everythinnnnggggg!!!!

Now I know how Dr. Jekyll felt…

Alright,

slight good news.

if Jekyll somehow is able to slowly add bromine to phosphorus bromide (which violently reacted before) in an environment of 0°C followed by a slow addition of water then it shouldn’t explode and becomes phosphoryl bromide.

This is pale orange and reacts with carbon disulfide, but we aren’t doing that yet.

Slapping more water on it’s liquid form turns it into Phosphoric acid and hydrobromic acid.

Now, you may be asking…

You just wasted my time, why didn’t you just start with Phosphoric acid???

Well to be fair…it hadn’t occured to me and-

“Phosphorus is an essential part of life. When combined with oxygen to make phosphates, it holds our DNA together, makes our bones strong and carries out fundamental chemical reactions within our cells” - The Guardian

So logically…I started with it.

Alright, so Phosphorus is therefore very important in doing it’s Hyde thing.

We have (white phosphorus + bromine; assuming, pre-made outside with proper fire safety) Phosphoric acid + carbon disulfide* + ???? (red liquid) + sodium bisulfate (our salt) + heat= ????.

*I’m taking out carbon disulfide because our Phosphorus is now Phosphoric acid and we don’t need it. It will also kill if they are combined.

-End of Day 1-

Status: Failed

(What do you guys think will work? I’ll wait a bit before starting Day 2 to hear your responses).

(I’m thinking Phosphoric acid and Potassium Hydroxide since it has both phosphorus and becomes a red liquid. We can also bring back carbon disulfide if we do).

#the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #HJ7 #theory #HJ& analysis #science fiction #gothic literature #lil talks #lil texts

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decembercamiecherries · 5 years

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Lilacs

Did I ever tell you guys I started to write a hanahaki au fic with Gon getting the disease instead of Killua? XD

This isn’t anywhere close to being completed or even being edited properly, but idk when I’ll actually complete it soooooooo here you go! Hope you enjoy!

-o0o-

It starts off as a tickle in the back of Gon's throat, something he really doesn't pay attention to because he /can't/--he's a college student and being sick in college is almost equivalent to the death sentence considering how much work he'd have to make up.

Not that Killua would ever let him fall that far behind, but. Still.

That tickle soon turns into a cough. That cough doesn't go away, and every once and a while Gon finds himself running out of club meetings or some lecture to hack his lungs out in the hallway. These fits grow and start happening so often that even one of Gon's professors--Bisky--pulls him aside to ask what was wrong.

But it isn't until he's being shaken awake from a dream by a very pale and very terrified-looking Killua that he realizes this cough might be a lot more serious than he ever thought.

"There's blood," Killua says, horrified, with wide blue eyes that almost look purple in the darkness of their shared bedroom. "Gon, /look--"/

And there, on his pillow are three violet petals splattered in his own scarlet blood.

"It's a disease called Hanahaki," the doctor tells him hours later in the emergency wing of the closest hospital to their school. "Flowers start growing in a patient's lungs, and eventually suffocate the victim."

"You mean he's going to die," Killua says sharply. He's scowling, leaning up against a bleached white wall and glaring daggers at the man like it's /his fault/ Gon is sick. Gon wishes he could rub the frown lines out of Killua's face; he's so much prettier when he's smiling.

"...eventually. Yes."

"Are there any treatments for this thing?" Killua asks--no /demands./ Gon can feel his best friend's fury rolling off him in waves, even though they're on opposite sides of the room.

"Well, Hanahaki is caused by /feelings./ Unrequited feelings. If Mister Freecss can confess these feelings, and have them returned, the flower will die." He pauses. "If those feelings are /not/ returned...we will be having a very different discussion very soon."

"You can tell me who it is, you know."

Gon looks over at Killua. His best friend is curled into himself in a pile of blankets, his astronomy textbook laying open in his lap. He's not paying any attention to it, though; he's just staring, hard-eyed, at Gon.

Gon swallows thickly. He feels hot suddenly, and he has to kick off his own blankets. "Tell you what?" he mumbles, and Killua makes an exasperated sound in the back of his throat.

"You can tell me who you /like,/ dumb-ass. I won't judge you or anything. You like who you like, it's not something you can exactly control."

Gon frowns down at his crossed legs. His bed is messy, unmade. After staying up till 4:32 in the morning at the hospital, both he and Killua had decided to skip class for the day. But he's not sure if it's worth it, with the way Killua's been staring holes into his head for the last few hours.

"That's the problem." Gon's frown deepens, his hands curling into his green blanket. "I don't know /who/ I like."

Killua blinks. Then blinks again. /"What?!/ Gon, you--you are /dying/ because you like someone! How could you not know who it is?! How are we going to cure you if you don't know!"

Something must have shown on his face, because Killua quickly backpedals. He slides off his own bed and moves over to Gon, sliding his hands around Gon's and holding on tight. The painful knot in Gon's chest loosens just a bit at the feeling of those long, smooth fingers that can only belong to his best friend.

"Hey," Killua says, softer this time. He looks up at Gon through thick white lashes and squeezes their intertwined hands. "Hey. I'm sorry, that was--bad. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just...I'm scared, Gon." Killua's nose scrunches up as a pink blush spreads over snowy-white cheeks. "I don't want to loose you."

Now /Gon's/ face is starting to warm. He tightens his hold on Killua's hands, pressing them close to his chest. "I don't want to loose you either! We...We're supposed to stay together. Forever. We promised each other that freshman year."

Killua's smile looks painful. It's like he's trying to smile when all he wants to do is cry. But his voice is steady when he says, "Yeah, we did. And that's why we're going to beat this thing. We're gonna get to the bottom of this, Gon. I promise."

"But--how?" Gon swallows down the nervous anxiety crawling up his throat. The tickle is still there, too. The death flower. "If I don't know who I like, then--"

"Then we'll figure it out using what we /do/ know," Killua says stubbornly and his eyes flash like blue fire.

"What do you mean?"

"I /mean/ that we know what the doctor said! That those flowers you're coughing up mean something. Ninety percent of the time people have Hanahaki the flowers are symbolic to the person you love. So I'm going find out what that flower is in your lungs, and we can try to match it to this mystery person of yours."

"Oh." Gon's mouth falls open. "Killua, that's brilliant!"

Killua flushes. He tugs his hands out of Gon's but Gon can tell it's more out of embarrassment than a lack of wanting to comfort him anymore.

"St-Stupid," Killua grumbles. He walks off towards Gon's desk before Gon can get another word in, and throws a notebook in Gon's direction. Gon catches it--ungracefully--and then grabs the pen Killua tosses his way a second later.

"What're these for?" he asks, confused.

Killua rolls his eyes. "You're going to write down a list of anyone you might have feelings for, idiot. We have to narrow this down somehow."

"They're lilacs," Killua tells him bluntly a few days later.

Gon blinks up at him, confused. "Huh?"

/"Lilacs!"/ Killua slams a book down onto the table, sending pencils and notebooks into the air. Gon jumps back, startled.

Killua pushes the opened book towards Gon and stabs a page with is pointer finger. "The flowers. /Your/ flowers. They're lilacs, Gon."

Gon's eyes widen. He scrambles back towards the table and stands up to hover over the book.

Purple and blue and violet flowers stare back at him. The petals are small, delicate-looking. They grow together in bunches until there's so many flowers that they block out their green stems.

Gon reaches out, touches the flowers with the tips of his fingers. "They're pretty..."

Killua scoffs. "They won't look so pretty when you're coughing them out of your lungs." He looks at Gon, his state turning into something scrutinizing. "So? Are these the flowers? Do they look familiar?"

Gon's gaze drops back down to the book. He hasn't coughed up a whole flower before. Just bits of petals here and there, just large enough to make breathing uncomfortable.

The only petals he'd always seen were covered in blood.

Gon raises his eyes to Killua's. Bright blue blinks back at him and Gon's breath catches in his throat.

"Y-Yeah," he says, sounding winded as Killua stares him down. "This is it. Lilacs."

#dc writes #hanahaki au #killugon #hunterxhunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #modern au #lilacs #college au

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toast-connoisseur · 4 years

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all the colors!

Answered these earlier so I’ll repost☺️

zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please! -I’m exhausted. Working and home life are draining. The current state of the world also has so much going on and I so desperately wish I could instantly fix everything at the same time.

cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind? -Laughter

lemon; what’s your comfort food? -It depends on my mood tbh but usually something chocolatey

hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song? -I don’t consider any of my music worth being called a guilty pleasure but I do like the song titled Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship

yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of! -Straight Line Stitch

naples yellow; where do you feel most at home? -Right now I can’t really say I have a place. Used to be Disneyland.

raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home? -My best friends

golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend. -I’m lucky to have several close friends and each relationship is very different but ultimately we can speak our minds with each other and laugh about random stupidities for hours.

golden deep; what’s your favorite season? -Fall

cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off? -See my friends usually, but now I mostly sleep.

orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad? -Yes. I hate doing that though. I don’t want others to feel sad because I’m sad and I don’t like bothering people.

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings? -Relaxing evenings. Mornings stress me out no matter what.

shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything? -No, I already finished the newest season of Queer Eye.

red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)? -I am both for sure and I think anyone that knows me would agree.

burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it? -I’m not good with memorizing the names of paintings. While I have had this experience before, I don’t recall what they’re all named.

english red; what animal do you relate to most? -A puppy. Always learning new info and has too much energy at times.

vermilion; what’s your favorite accent? -It’s a tie between a Cuban accent (looove speaking Spanish with Cubans) and an Australian accent.

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other? -I think so? I guess my type is someone who can keep up with me and make me laugh so hard I cry.

scarlet; describe your current crush/es. -Nonexistent.

ruby; what does your ideal first date look like? -Honestly just sitting somewhere quiet, like the beach, and talking nonsense about anything and everything.

carmine; what does your ideal second date look like? -Maybe something fun like a bar/club or even going to the movies (I find that very fun)

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date? -Yes. As long as it feels right, I’ll always accept a kiss.

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now? -I graduated college! But that’s dying down so I’ll have to find something new soon.

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to? -The world being a safer place in every aspect of the word.

violet rose; what does your dream house look like? -I like open spaces and lots of rooms to decorate yet do nothing with.

violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down? -I’d love to stay in the LA area but it’s a big bitch money-wise.

blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down? -I think I be done it already. I’d love to have my dream job but I wouldn’t mind settling down whilst looking for that too.

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to? -Multnomah Falls

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it? -I was getting ready to see my friends.

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember? -Last night I dreamt that I went back in time to meet myself as a child but I encountered everyone else but me.

bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each? -I’d love a big family. Wife and as many kids as we can comfortable afford, preferably 4 maybe? A dog, maybe an aquarium?

blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could? -I don’t really care for my name but I wouldn’t even know what to change it to tbh. I tried when I became a US citizen but it didn’t work out.

prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent? -Anything clean or the smell of fresh baked goods.

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any? -I don’t like tea.

turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant? -I actually had this thought the other day and I want a garden so bad I feel like I’d plant whatever I could get my hands on and easily manage.

cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog? -Maybe. Sounds super fun to do without viewers but I wouldn’t want to deal with the mean people/comments. Ruins the fun.

glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives. -Curvaceous.

yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario? -Birds chirping, butterflies flying around, a slight breeze that’s not too chilly yet saves me from the heat of the sun on my face.

green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better? -Not really. I require more stability than what is being offered to me at the moment but it’s really expensive to be out on my own here.

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them? -I could name them all and know I probably won’t get around to many. Life is messy and expensive. France and Greece sound nice though.

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn? -Spanish. Both English and Spanish are basically my native languages and I speak both fluently and most times people don’t know which is my primary language.

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book? -Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin

olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far? -Nothing at the moment.

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh? -Saved!

burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself? -Take a fat nap.

umber; have you drank enough water today? -It’s 6AM so, no.

voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent? -Selena

sepia; name five things that always make you happy. -My best friends, Disneyland, food, coloring, watching movies, and drinking

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received? -When people tell them I make them feel safe enough to tell me anything.

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic? -I honestly think it varies on a day to day basis but mostly like retro I guess?

black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!

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talk-geek-to-me · 4 years

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All the ones you didn't do in the last ask!

So I’m finally getting around to doing this. and you fUCKING HATE ME. This is gonna be hella long. (she asked for all of them)

This is for the WaterColor asks that I posted last night

Zinc White: how are you really feeling today? I’m very tired tbh like all i wanna do today is sleep rn. very tired

Cadmium Yellow: When you think of the word “happy” what's the first thing that comes to mind? ummmmm probably my boyfriend and the very funny moments you and i share

Lemon: What’s your comfort food? Ben and Jerry’s Brownie Batter Core Ice cream. that shit makes me feel better immediately

Hansa Yellow: What’s your guilty pleasure song? honestly idk, but i will tell you the song that I cant get enough of and its All Time Low by Jon Bellion. like i honestly cant get enough of it rn

Yellow Ochre: Name an artist/band whom you just discovered and cant get enough of. right now its the song that I just said in the last ask. but the band? shit ummmmmm, idk but i’ve been listening to anything in my liked playlist from spotify. so it varies

Naples Yellow: where do you feel most at home? uh, i dont really know. I moved to Idaho so i haven’t figured that most yet

Raw Sienna: with whom do you feel most at home? my boyfriend. I miss him so much and I honestly cant wait till i see him next

Golden Ochre: describe the relationship with your closest friend. JESS *insert random thing that im currently screaming about*

Golden Deep: what’s your favorite season? fall, i can wear converse and hoodies and be comfortable

Cadmiun orange: What do you like to do on your days off? i love to do things that have to get done. like today, i did more homework than i thought i was gonna do and cleaned my bathroom. it’s been a good day.

Orange lake: do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad? I listen to music and not do my homework, just focus on me

Titans: do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings? tbh i think i prefer slow mornings cause im not a morning person so that gives me time to sleep in

Shaknazaryan Red: are you currently binge watching anything? CRIMINAL MINDS

red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)? i think i’m a bit of both

burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it? not really theres a picture i really like tho. here’s the link! https://www.pinterest.com/pin/46865652355803785/

english red; what animal do you relate to most? honestly, a raven

vermilion; what’s your favorite accent? british, like tom holland and tom hiddleston british

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other? ....jess you know. but for those of you who don’t know, its the bad boy type... seriously, bucky barnes, loki, and according to jess its the dark-haired, chiseled features, built af, don’t worry, she made a point, like all the famous people im attracted to... all contain the same things that my boyfriend contains. my boyfriend is dark haired, chiseled features, thicc

scarlet; describe your current crush/es. DARK HAIR, CHISELED FEATURES, BAD BOY TYPE BOYFRIEND

ruby; what does your ideal first date look like? honestly, i dont have one

carmine; what does your ideal second date look like? dont have one

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date? considering i kissed my boyfriend within the first hour of meeting him, sure

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now? im actually keeping up with school rn and im fairly proud of myself

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to? sleep

violet rose; what does your dream house look like? windows. so many windows big kitchen, comfortable

violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down? not really, i’d settle down anywhere as long as im with the man i love

blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down? traveling

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to? honestly, i havent been there yet

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it? ummmm, im kinda always in a good mood?

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember? [redacted] [redacted] [redeacted] [redacted] [redacted]

bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each? 2 or 3 kids, 2 dogs and hopefully a cat. married to my boyfriend

blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could? NO it’s too common, its why i prefer people call me meg or megs. i hate my name.

prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent? vanilla

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any? lipton pure leaf raspberry tea, and it has to be cold

turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant? literally anything that i could water every once in a while and it still be alive

cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog? no, my life is really boring

glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives. curves, well built, purple red hair. honestly, im super comfortable with my body

yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario? ya know that scene in vampire dairies when Damon is comforting Rose as she’s dying? yea it looks like that

green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better? im pretty comfortable with it, just wish my boyfriend was with me

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them? ready? you’re gonna laugh jess, Romania, Ireland, England

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn? so my mom is from Chile, and she’s native in spanish, but im native in english and cant speak a lick of spanish, but i have been doing the duolingo spanish lessons and its like my latina side has woken up, but i cant speak spanish, i can read it and hear it and probably translate it for you

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book? Stalking Jack The Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco

olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far? no, im too busy with school and work that i dont have time to read anything and its making me sad. but i always have a book in my backpack just incase

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh? the first Avengers

burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself? clean my fucking greasy ass face

umber; have you drank enough water today? nope, thank you for reminding me tho

voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent? you, cause you always provide the best advice and make me feel like my emotions matter to you too

sepia; name five things that always make you happy. Superheroes, music, my boyfriend, my friends, and books, etc

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received? today, i was sitting in my car ordering my drink from dutch bros and someone told me that they liked my hair even tho he couldnt really see the color of it. But i get a lot of compliments from my boyfriend about my eyes

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic? shit, uhhhh, superhero murderer?

black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful! I’m gonna share with you the one that has my boyfriend going crazy

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tournesolia · 5 years

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Chaos Lineage Azusa Chapter 11 Translation

Place : Violet mansion – Living room and dining room

Yui : (Since then, no families showed any important movements. I wonder how is Kanato-kun doing)

(Besides, Carla-san started to be suspicious as expected...)

Carla : Several days passed after Eve woke up and her blood is still not ripe ?

Azusa : Y-Yes... Looks like it

Carla : That means something is lacking. What is missing in order to become the supreme ruler... ?

Azusa : What is missing, huh...

Carla : … How about killing the vampires from the other families and offer them as sacrifices to Eve ?

Yui : … !

Azusa : T-That's...

Carla : I'm not going to rush things yet for now. But if she doesn't shows any signs of waking up--

I'll employ all available means

Yui : Carla-san...

(At this rate, if we keep waiting, Carla-san will kill everyone...)

(But I have no idea what to do next...)

Scene change : Violet mansion – Azusa's room

Azusa : It's a matter of time before Carla starts making moves...

Yui : Yes... What should we do now ? What happened next during the seven previous times ?

Azusa : It's the first time I see this development, so I don't know...

Yui : Eh ? Is that so ?

Azusa : Yeah. As I thought, things are changing little by little... So what I experienced so far won't be useful

Usually, at this point, everyone was fighting and getting injured every days

Yui : … I see...

(It must have been difficult for Azusa-kun...)

It's not the case this time. I'm sure it's changing in the right direction

Azusa : That's right. I hope so

Yui : Kanato-kun regained his memories but we haven't seen any changes with Subaru-kun who was with us

Who would be the next person likely to remember ?

Azusa : Hmm... Personally, I want to make Kou remember, but... It's difficult after all

Even though we're so close, he doesn't show any signs of remembering

Yui : I see...

(Ruki-kun and Yuma-kun are likely to fight us the moment we meet them in the first place)

(Besides... I have this bad feeling for a long time that won't disappear. I wonder why)

Azusa : Your face is clouded... Did I make you feel anxious ?

Yui : Eh !? No, I'm fine

Azusa : But I'm worried, so--

Yui : Wah-- !

*Azusa hugs her

Azusa : I'll hug you until you calm down, okay... ?

Yui : Thank you...

(I'm relaxing in Azusa-kun's arms... But I keep thinking about various things...)

Azusa : You still look anxious... How can I make you feel better ?

Yui : I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm just a bit lost in thought so I'm fine

Azusa : I see. Then, you shouldn't have to think... *kisses her

Yui : Hmm... !?

Y-You suddenly kissed me, what's wrong ?

Azusa : When I do that, you always can't think of anything else, right ?

I don't want you to make a gloomy face, so... *kisses her

Yui : Hmm... Azusa-kun...

(I was surprised but this is also Azusa-kun's kindness)

(The bottom of my heart is getting warm. If we can stay like this a little more--)

*sound of someone running

Yui : Eh-- ?

Azusa : … ? It suddenly became noisy, is something happening... ?

I'll check the situation, so can you stay here ?

Yui : Wait, I'll go as well

Azusa : But...

Yui : I feel too uneasy, somehow... Please

Azusa : … Alright. Let's go together

Scene change : Violet mansion – Entrance hall

Laito : Hmm, that was quicker than I thought

Carla : Let's just ambush them if they come

Subaru : Then, shouldn't it be better to call the others as well ?

Yui : (Huh ? They all gathered at the entrance hall...)

Azusa : What’s happening... ?

Kou : Ah, you two ! You came just at the right time !

I was patrolling around the mansion and I saw all the Scarlets coming toward us !

Azusa : Eh... ? That can't be...

Yui : (Azusa-kun is perturbed... Didn't this plot happened until now...?)

Carla : Don't let those guys get their hands on Eve. They won't steal her no matter what

Laito : So, Azusa-kun ? That's a big responsibility you have

Azusa : Don't worry. I absolutely won't hand Eve over...

Yui : (Azusa-kun...)

Subaru : Hey, they're coming. Right in front of us !

Yui : … !

*door knocking

Reiji : Pardon me for the sudden visit. Do you mind if I interrupt you ?

Yui : Eh... ?

(It was Reiji-san's voice just now. I wonder if he'll break into)

Kou : I can't believe they're at the front door !

Subaru : What are those dudes thinking ?

Laito : Are they so confident ? What will you do, Carla ?

Carla : … Azusa, Kou, stay near Eve and step back

Azusa : Alright...

Kou : Eve, this way

Yui : Y-Yes...

Carla : Laito, Subaru, open the door

Laito : Okaaaaay

Subaru : Tch, got it

Yui : (Reiji-san, why... ? For him to directly visit us in a dignified manner...)

(… Somehow, my heart is beating faster)

Laito : Well then, let's open it

*Laito and Subaru open the door and the Scarlets come in

Reiji : Well well. A meeting with all the Violet members gathered. What an honor

Yui : (Reiji-san and the others really all came)

Yuma : …

Azusa : Yuma...

Carla : … State your business

Reiji : I'm here to pick Eve up who is actually in your hands

Yui : … !

Subaru : Tch, I thought you would say that. Eve's not yours !

Carla : If you're only here to spit nonsense, leave this place at once

Reiji : Hehe, we can't afford to do that when we just have a chance

Subaru : Haa ? The hell are you--

*glass breaking

Yui : Kyaaa !?

Subaru : Wha--

Laito : Behind you !

Yui : (The window is broken !? No way...!)

Shin : Eve doesn't go together with you guys. Shouldn't you hand her over obediently ?

Yui : Shin-kun... !

Kou : You two, step back !

Yui : Kou-kun !?

Azusa : Eve, this way... !

Yui : Ah--

Shin : Out of my way !

*Shin crosses swords with Kou

Kou : Guh...

Shin : Heeeh, you did it even though I took you by surprise ?

Kou : Shaddup !

*Kou fights back

Shin : Woops !

Ruki : Shin, I told you to not meddle in recklessly

Shin : Sorry, big brother. He looked defenseless

Ayato : It's finally a riot ? I've been waiting for it

Yui : (The Oranges came from behind... Why !?)

Carla : I see... So you joined forces

Reiji : That's right. I would never underestimate you

It is courtesy to attack with appropriate strategies and forces, right ?

Carla : Hmph. Smooth words make smooth ways

Reiji : Now, that's all of our little talk. Shu, Yuma, Kino, go !

Kino : Hehe, who is gonna be my opponent ?

Shu : … I'm tired

Yuma : Shu, stop standing around ! Let's go !

Ruki : We're going as well

Shin : Yeeeah !

Ayato : Let's go !

Yui : No way...

(Everyone is going to fight--)

*Laito and Shu are fighting

Laito : Guh... Heeh, you're pretty good for someone who's usually day dreaming...

Shu : It’s because if I don't act, Reiji's gonna be noisy

Subaru : Take that... !

*Subaru attacks Shin

Shin : Woops... Phew, that was close. You're pretty fast

Subaru : Shut up !

Azusa : … Eve, stay behind me

Yui : B-But at this rate... !

*more fighting

Yuma : Tch... You're restless... !

Laito : Guh... As expected, the difference in strength makes it hard...

Ayato : Ugh... You bastard, you're in it now !

Yui : (They all cross swords with each other...)

Carla : Hmph--

*Carla attacks Ruki

Ruki : Guh...

Carla : Is that all ?

Ruki : That's my line. Kino !

Kino : Your back is vulnerable !

Carla : Tch...

Yui : (Why... ? Why everyone has to kill each other...?)

(Why.....--!?)

*flashback

Yui : – Ugh...

(Again... That... dizziness from... that time...)

(Everyone... covered in blood and... lying on top of one another...)

(The whole area dyed red with blood, and--)

*end of flashback

Azusa : Eve... !

Yui : Azusa... kun... ?

Azusa : Are you okay... !? Hang on to me...

Yui : … Thank... you...

*the fight still keeps going

Carla : Guh... As one would expect, we're at a disadvantage

Azusa !

Azusa : Eh... ? Ah...

Carla : You know what to do. Hurry up

Azusa : Y-Yes...

Yui : What's... the matter... ?

Azusa : I have to take you out of here... Carla told me about it in advance, just in cases like this

Yui : Eh... ? But everyone are...

Azusa : What's most important is to protect you...

Yui : (No way, we can't stop this situation ? At this rate, everyone will...)

Ugh.... !

(My head is... My senses are starting to go away)

Carla : What are you doing ? Hurry up. I can't last much longer

Azusa : Okay...

… A-Ahem !

Carla... san... You're also my precious brother so far...

So, don't die...

Carla : Of course I won't

Kou : Azusa-kun, Subaru-kun and I will open the way !

Subaru : Run while you can !

Azusa : Yes... !

Eve... Hold on to me...

Yui : Okay...

Ayato : Heh ! I won't let you run !

*Laito stops Ayato

Laito : Hop, I can't let you go !

Kou : Azusa-kun, hurry !

Azusa : Let's go... !

*Azusa break through the window with Yui

Scene change : Violet mansion – Garden

Azusa : Ugh... Eve, are you okay... ?

Yui : Hm... sort of...

Azusa : Good... We'll keep running away so hold on tight...

Yui : (I can hear the fighting sounds...)

(Please god, make sure that no one gets hurt anymore...!)

Scene change : Forest

Azusa : Haa... Haa... We came all the way here... Are we alright... ?

Yui : (We're pretty far from the mansion. I can't hear the sound of swords crossing anymore...)

Azusa : Are you okay... ?

Yui : Yes... My dizziness quiet down. But the persons in the mansion are...

Azusa : Yes... It wasn't like this until now...

Everyone crossing swords like this... as if they hate each other...

Could it be I... made a mistake again... ?

*Azusa hugs Yui

Yui : Ah...

(His hands on my back are shaking...)

Azusa : This time, you regained your memories, Kanato-san remembered as well...

I thought that since everything was going well, no one would end up getting hurt...

And yet... I was too optimistic. The same thing may repeat this time as well...

Yui : (That's right... My suffering is nothing much compared to his)

(Azusa-kun saw everyone killing each other again and again--)

(And he has been blaming himself for failing again and again...)

Choice 1 : It's alright (white roses)

Yui : (Azusa-kun didn’t do anything wrong)

(And yet, he's still blaming himself...)

*Yui hugs back

Yui : It's alright. The future isn't determined yet. There's definitely something we can do

Azusa : Eve...

Yui : Besides, you said it before, didn't you ? I'm not alone

And you're not alone either. You have me

So let's find out what we can do together

Azusa : Yes... Thank you...

You're warm... When we stay like this, I calm down...

Choice 2 : Don't lose courage (black roses)

Yui : You shouldn't lose courage. You worked hard to come this far

Whether you made a mistake or know, we don't know yet until we'll go to the end, right ?

Azusa : I... guess so...

Yui : More importantly, let's find out what we can do now. I believe there's still time

Azusa : Eve...

– End of choices

Azusa : That's right... I must not... give up yet...

… Thank you

Yui : No problem...

*Azusa moves back

Azusa : There's just the two of us, huh...

Yui : Yes...

We can't go back to the mansion. Even if we have to hide somewhere, where should we go... ?

*rustling sound

Yui : … !?

(There's something hidden in the grass ?)

Azusa : No way, we're pursued... ? Eve, don't leave my side

Yui : O-Okay...

(They're coming closer...!)

Kanato : What are you doing in such a place ?

Yui : Ka... Kanato-kun !?

Chapter 11 : End

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 07)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Monologue

It seems as if Shu-san’s memories can be regained, but one step still seems to be beyond reach.

While I was scorched by such frustration, the fight for Eve was intensifying.

The tense air had flowed out of each other since the attack on Violet the other day.

Back then we were defeated by surprise.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Yui: Eh!? I-Is that true?

Yuma: Yea, that’s a piece of information I saw with my own eyes. Ruki and Carla were really fightin’

Yui: Ruki-kun, Carla-san…

(Even though there were rumors that they might join hands, what exactly happened there?)

Kino: Obviously the war also included their brothers. One even had a dying serious injury. I guess it was Azusa from Violet.

Yui: Azusa-kun got seriously injured… ?

Reiji: This surely was unexpected.

I was certainly sure that Carla had reached an agreement with Ruki, but the truth seemed to be different.

Yuma: The winner of this was Ruki, seems as if Carla had no chance against his strategy plans.

But Ruki was hesitatin’ to stab and end it all at the end.

Yui: (Yuma-kun… Ruki-kun still injured Azusa-kun…)

Yuma-kun, when you would hear of their death, would you care about it… ?

Yuma: Hah? There wouldn’t be anythin’ necessary to care about.

Yui: Nn… such…

(Yuma-kun doesn’t remember how much he actually treasures his own brothers)

(He has nobody from the Mukami family who he could be close to right now...)

Reiji: We should be careful about Ruki’s next steps. It is only a matter of time that we are holding Eve in our hands.

If you will not get any clues on how to become the supreme ruler any time soon…

Yuma and Kino will continue to gather informations and also prepare to fight at any time possible.

And Shu will continue to keep his eyes on Eve.

Shu: I know that without you reminding me.

Yui: (Someday, if this situation continues, Shu-san might also will…)

…Nn

(No… I can’t start crying in front of everyone now…)

Pardon me… I’ll go back to my room for now!

Reiji: Nn… Eve! Please wait!

*Yui runs off*

Reiji: I was in the middle of talking… Shu, you are aware of your escort role, right?

Shu: Haa… guess I’ll go after her again.

*Shu leaves*

Place: Scarlet mansion — Shu’s bedroom

Yui: (If the fighting continues, serious injuries will occur just like on Azusa-kun)

(If Shu-san would pass by his brothers, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill any of them)

(And even if not, there may be a day when Ayato-kun might end up killing him)

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: Do they need Eve? Is it because they want to become the king? Just what is… that for a kind of reason…

No one would get hurt… if they would… just…

*someone enters*

Shu: Hey, you. Don’t just run away.

Yui: (..... ! Shu-san… I don’t want him… to see me crying)

Shu: I’ll be troubled if you move freely on your own.

Yui: (I want to stop. But the tears won’t stop even if I try to…)

Shu: Can’t you even look at me? Geez, just come here.

*Shu pulls Yui closer*

Shu: ….. !

Shu: You… why are you crying… ?

Yui: I-I’m sorry. It’s nothing…

Shu: Tell me. Why are you crying?

Yui: … I know you won’t believe me even if I told you. But it’s so painful keeping this all for myself…

There is no actual reason for all of this after all. There is just no need for everyone to fight over this…

Someone has been tampering and even locking us in this place, with also confusing our memories... but I can’t do anything against it on my own.

Shu: Hey… just now, what are you saying... ?

Yui: I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you properly until now... but as things are now…

Everyone gets hurt… Shu-san might also end up being killed by someone...

If someone could stop this nightmare, it is me who is the only one who regained their memories yet…

Shu: …..

Choices

1) Apologize (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) Take deep breath (black)

— Apologize ♡

Yui: (Shu-san is probably annoyed by me saying such incoherent things. I have to stop crying…)

Nn… I suddenly ran off to come to your room, I’m sorry. I’m alright now…

I’m always such a burden to you, I’m so sorry for my behavior.

Shu: …You just stupidly apologized a while ago.

— Take deep breath

Yui: (No… we might get in trouble. Let’s take a deep breath and settle down for now)

… I’m sorry. I was a little surprised and distraught.

I’m alright now.

Shu: Is your complexion really okay? If you’re lying, wait until you calm down.

end Choices

Shu: I don’t exactly know what you’re talking about. It’s serious pain to understand it too.

Yui: Yes, that’s probably right…

Shu: … But there is also something I want to tell you. That’s why you should listen closely now.

I will not die that easily.

Yui: ….. !

Shu: I don’t know how important it is to you that I don’t die. But I'll promise to you that I won’t.

*Shu wips off Yui’s tears*

Shu: Don’t think that I’ll die. If you have time to worry about such silly things, save your delicious blood for me instead.

Yui: Shu-san…

(He whipped away my tears… he acts as if he doesn’t care at all, but he actually does care about me)

(Yes… there is no need to cry. No more focusing on stopping the fight before someone gets hurt)

Um, Shu-san. Please don’t go anywhere for now… could you please stay with me?

Shu: Yes, I won’t leave. That’s why you don’t need to stay away from me either.

Yui: Yes… I know. I’ll never leave.

*Shu pulls Yui closer*

Yui: (Ah… I was attracted. He is probably going to suck my blood…)

Shu: This will be the proof our promise. I’ll let my fangs sink it firmly… Ahh… Nn…

Yui: … Nn… Shu-san…

Shu: Haa… like this, you’ll feel my fangs directly on your skin, don’t you?

This will surely proof that I won’t leave you… Nn…

*Shu kisses Yui*

Yui: (My lips and skin are burning in heat. Everything seems to be fine for now…)

(But I also feel my uneasy and shy feelings fading away at the same time)

Shu: Fufu… where did that crying face from before just go?

Right now you just look so greedy for my fangs to pierce your skin.

Shu: I’ll give you more of my fangs if that’s what you want. Just don’t lose your mind because it might be too good, alright?

Nn… Nn…

Yui: Nn, Ah... Ahh...

(If I’m allowed, I want to forget about everything and just drown in the pleasure of Shu-san’s fangs)

*strange noise*

Shu: Ngh… !? Nh…

Yui: Shu-san… !? When you drink my blood, do you still gets these headaches… ?

Shu: Ngh… yes, but let’s keep going.

Yui: But… !

Shu: That’s probably just because your blood is so good. I don’t care about the strange sights or headaches now.

Let yourself drown in them.

Yui: Shu-san…

(The eyes which are currently staring at me aren’t those of my lover)

(But even if he currently sees me as Eve, I won’t complain about it)

Shu: You really are begging for it. Why are you so desperate about them…

Yui: … Let’s just stop thinking about this for now, okay?

I don’t know the answer to it… but why don’t we just drown together?

*Shu blushes*

Shu: … Heh… that probably is the best invitation I’ve ever received.

Yui: (There are still lots of things I have to think about and do)

(But for now I just want to forget everything and drown in this pleasure. Just for now, everything’s perfect—)

Monologue

Then a few days passed.

The Orange family led by Ruki didn’t make any significant movements until then.

But it’s all about operations now. We know that there may be a storm coming.

Watching the opponent’s movements, while they gradually become impatient themselves.

Supper always performed on time. The storm broke out when everyone came to the living room.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

*glass breaks*

Yui: ….. !? What was that sound!?

Kino: If you hear those flashy destruction sounds, it’s almost perpeption.

Yuma: That bastard Ruki is seriously trying to attack us now.

Yui: Nn, Ruki-kun…

(The Orange family led by Ruki-kun has four members, who are Shin, Ayato and Kanato-kun…)

(And everyone of them is in this mansion… !?)

???: The defense of this mansion seriously sucks. I just came in here while breaking your windows!

Yui: This voice… no way

Ayato: Found you! The legendary Eve!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Shu: Ngh… !? You are…

*strange noise*

Shu: Nh…

Yui: Nh, what happened!?

Shu: Shit… not… now…

Yui: (Did looking at Ayato-kun shake his memories? But at such a time… !)

Reiji: This man can seriously not be used in an emergency. Kino! Evacuate Eve to a safe place!

Kino: Understood! This way, Eve!

*Kino grabs Yui*

Yui: But Shu-san… !

Kino: He’ll be alright, hurry!

*they run off*

Ayato: Shit, you can’t escape!

Yuma: Your opponent is me now! Show me what you got.

Ayato: Heh, fine! It will be easy for yours truly to kick some small fish like you.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Corridor

Yui: (This is not the first time Shu-san got these headaches without sucking my blood before)

(But if this happens in such a dangerous time like this, the same thing will happen just like with Laito-kun—)

(What should I do!? If something would happen to Shu-san…)

Kino-kun, we need to go back and save Shu-san!

Kino: Hah? What are you talking about? You should worry about yourself first now.

Yui: But… !

Kanato: I’ve found you.

Yui: Kanato-kun… !

Kanato: If I will be able to capture both of you, I can get the double of treats I usually get. Now please surrender.

*Kanato pulls sword*

Kino: Snacks are a good reward. But I will not hand Eve over so easily.

*Kino pulls sword*

Monologue

Kino-kun was picking up a fight with Kanato-kun who suddenly stood in front of us.

Kino-kun, who first lightly swung his dagger, appears to be somehow annoyed.

The two silver blades which were placed for battles made clear sounds.

The dagger was knocked out of Kino-kun´s hand, and also his sword was now blown away.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Corridor

Kino: Ngh… shit…

Kanato: Why do you need to disturb me? Do you hate me so much? Is that it!?

I’ve got enough of you. I’ll mess you up before I’ll take Eve with me.

Yui: Kino-kun!

Kino: Run to the basement! If you get caught, all of our effort would be useless! Hurry up!!

Yui: Nn…

(Kino-kun’s protecting me. But if I stay here he might get injured—)

Alright, thank you Kino-kun!

(Kino-kun… please stay safe too… !)

Kanato: It is pretty naughty to escape from me without my given permission.

Kino: Fufu… I apologize for that. But don’t you think that just made everything more interesting?

Kanato: Hah? What are you talking about?

Kino: Come on. Let’s start talking about the serious killing part, alright?

*time skipped*

Yui: Haa, Haa, Haa… Haa

Yui: (This was the way to the basement, wasn’t it?)

(Because Kino-kun didn’t show me around properly, I have to guess it somehow… Nh!)

???: Yes, over here.

Yui: ….. !?

(Ruki-kun and Shin-kun… !?)

Shin: It’s ridiculous for them to let Eve run along by herself, right Nii-san?

Ruki: In such an unexpected situation, we made it impossible for you to judge it normally, even if you did have a good defensive.

Yui: (That can’t be... even though we had a defensive, the mansion was completely invaded... ?)

Ruki: Don’t look that surprised. Did you not notice that you were lured here?

Yui: T-Then Ayato-kun was just a deflection for me to escape...

Shin: Everything was already planned through my brothers strategy.

Well, I’m surprised that those nuisances Shu and Kino let you go around alone that easily.

Yui: (That was all an accordance to Ruki-kun’s tactics… it was probably planned that I‘d be alone by myself too...)

Ruki: Now, Eve. Come with me.

Yui: (What should I do against these two now… !?)

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