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mamasbakeria · 3 years

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four months

summary: love like yours is undoubtedly eternal, but when you haven’t seen your boyfriend in 4 months, it's easy to think twice.

word count: 4.8 k

pairing(s): akaashi keiji x reader

genre | includes: sfw, poc-friendly reader, fem!reader, established relationship, long-distance relationship, lots of swearing (i couldn’t help myself), reader has a step-father (and he sucks), minor violence (people just get slapped it’s nothing crazy)

author’s note: i spent like 3 weeks on this and it ended up only being 4k words im gonna cry- anyway i’ve had this idea for a long time so i’m happy its out of my head. it’s based off of some hc that i read a really long time ago, but i wanted to expand on it and add my own little twists. i wrote this for the climax and proceeded to avoid writing the climax for as long as humanly possible. please ignore if the formatting looks a little funky in the beginning, i’ve been wrestling with html for 3 hours now and i’m a little tired. enough talking, enjoy!

Bokuto-san, are you sure this is okay You; 5:53pm

Yes im sure! I asked the coaches and everything Plus i owe u for tutoring me in english last year Bokuto K.; 5:54pm

I told you that you don’t have to pay me back. You did most of the work. You’re very intelligent Bokuto-san But I’m glad it’s okay. That's one less thing to worry about You; 5:56pm

THANKS (L/N)! I think Akaashi’s smartness has been rubbing off on me But what else r u worried abt? Bokuto K.; 5:57pm

It’s nothing You; 5:57pm

I don’t think its nothing (l/n). I want to help if i can Bokuto K.; 5:58pm

I guess I’m just worried that Keiji doesn’t want to see me It’s stupid, I know You; 6:01pm

I don’t think that’s stupid at all!! But you should see how sad Akaashi is without you He doesn’t smile a lot, but when he does, it’s almost always because of you HEY! Send a message to him right now and you’ll see Bokuto K.; 6:03pm

Okay..? You; 6:03pm

[Attachment: 1 Image] See!!! Bokuto K.; 6:04pm

Thank you, Bokuto-san Really You; 6:07pm

Of course! It’s my job as ur senpai to make sure ur ok Did I do a good job??? Bokuto K.; 6:08pm

Yes, Bokuto-san. You really did You; 6:08pm

Of course I did!! Break’s over! I gotta go. See ya soon (l/n) And I promise not to spill the secret!!! Bokuto K.; 6:10pm

Pinky promise? You; 6:10pm

Pinky promise!! Bokuto K.; 6:10pm

Alright, have fun! You; 6:11pm

You scrolled back up to the picture Bokuto had just sent you with a small smile on your face. The image was blurryㅡobviously rushed as if Bokuto was trying not to get caughtㅡbut it was perfect for you. The gym's fluorescent lighting cast a halo in the gaps between your boyfriend’s unruly hair and danced in the gunmetal undertones of the eye you could see. Just as your upperclassman promised, the smallest smileㅡinvisible to the untrained eyeㅡsat comfortably on his lips. The photo was taken from the side, so you only saw the tenderness in his left eye, but you couldn’t stop your heart from swelling 3 times its size knowing you were the cause of such a fulfilling gaze. Who knew the most beautiful man in your life could get more beautiful? And all because you’d sent him a simple heart.

Maybe Bokuto was right. Keiji would be excited to see you.

But maybe he was wrong. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in almost 4 months. Don’t ask. It was messy, it was stupid, it was super fucking annoying.

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You scratched the skin just below your skirt while waiting for the vending machine to process the numbers you punched in. Everyone at Fukuroudani knew that this was the best and worst machine on campus. It carried the best drinks in the largest sizes, but was near impossible to operate. Depending on the time of day, day of the week, and phase of the moon you could get your drink within 3 minutes or 15. The moon was obviously not in a favorable position, because, not including the 4 times your 1000 yen had been spat back into your hands, you’d been waiting in front of the machine for 8 minutes and 37 seconds… 38… 39…

Saved from your agony, the machine began to hum and push your drink forward. Finally. You spoke too soon, you realized, as your purchase got caught in between the racks and the glass. You knew exactly what you had to do, but had no energy to do so. A quick glance at the clock showed how little time you had left of your lunchㅡwas it worth it? Remembering that the price of this same drink was almost double at the konbini near your house, you decided it was. With fierce determination behind your eyes, you shifted your weight and swung every ounce of strength into a strategically placed kick on the machine’s side. Okay so maybe I should start stretching again. That should not have hurt as much as it did. I might have actually pulled a muscle. Rubbing at your leg again, you crouched to grab your drink from the slot and straightened immediately when you heard high-pitched whistles come from behind you. You didn’t have to turn, but you did anyway if only to glare at the group of 3rd years trying to rile you up.

“Aren’t all of you 18? Are you trying to catch a case by catcalling a first year? That’s what I thought. Respectfully, go fuck yourselves,” you seethed as you snatched your drink, popped the tab, and left the scene before a wandering teacher tried to reprimand you for cursing out your seniors.

Sore, irritated, and drink acquired at the expense of most of your lunch break, you stormed back to your classroom knowing you could air your grievances to Keiji about the occurrences of the 15 minutes since you’d seen him last. Thank God you were eating with him today. Not a day goes by that you aren’t grateful for how reliable your boyfriend is. You could count on him to say what you needed to hear whenever you needed it.

What you weren’t counting on was sliding open the classroom doors to find some girl leaning onto your desk and into Keiji’s personal space. His eyes shot to you when he heard the door connect with the wall and you could almost hear his plea for help. His eyes widened ever so slightly and he gave you a near indiscernible inclination of the head, your shared sign language’s way of saying, “I don’t know how I found myself in this situation, but I want to leave.” It was normally reserved for nosy neighborhood aunties trying to introduce their nieces and nephews to the both of you, but the wordless communication you both had been building since you were young was just as effective now.

If you weren’t angry before (you were), you were beyond agitated now. Was this not Japan? Was everyone not taught respect at a young age? Did you wake up this morning in an alternate nightmare universe where everything was ever-so-slightly more inconvenient than what your emotional reserves for the day were willing to handle? You didn’t realize you were clenching your fists until some of your drink dribbled onto the back of your hand. You also didn’t realize your feet were moving until you were right in front of the pair.

“Keiji, baby, who’s this?” Akaashi winced at the sickly sweetness in your tone, this was the side of you he avoided at all costs: the affectionately titled, Overworked And Underpayed Customer Service Employee Meets Pissed Off Soccer Mom. In less coded words, the side of you that used politeness as the final barrier between you and righteous fury. For anyone that knew you, it was a terrifying place to be. But for you, this stage was rather cathartic. It was a neat segue that allowed you to welcome the rage that flushed your system clean of any of your usual friendliness and settled on top of your bones like molten rock over the side of a volcano. The look in your eyes read danger and the mystery girl ignored all the signs.

“Oh don’t mind me. I won’t be relevant to you much longer. You can call me Yasunobu, but Keiji here can call me Naoko,” an offending hand rested on Akaashi’s bicep as she giggled. I’m too young to get my blood pressure monitored, but I just might have to after this. You felt your eye twitch.

“Yasunobu-san, I don’t think my boyfriend likes you clinging to him like that. Please let him go,” if this was the Disney movie Inside Out, the little emotion people in your brain would be celebrating and shaking hands like they were at NASA coordinating a successful moon landing. You managed to talk without cursing her entire bloodline, that was impressive.

“I think it’s fine, he isn’t saying anything,” Yasunobu leaned in further and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. What the fuck this is literal harassment- “but don’t worry. I’ll get out of your hair. Don’t forget to text me, Keiji.” Her now devilish smile stretched wider when your brow furrowed. Yasunobu’s eyes roved over your boyfriend once more, before she pushed off your desk and adjusted her clothes dramatically.

“Move it, whore,” Akaashi just barely stood from his seat in time to catch you. Did she just fucking shove me? It took you no time to regain your balance.

“Run that by me again. I don’t think I heard you correctly,” our words were louder than you’d intended and soon everyone in the room was looking at the 3 of you, eager to soak up the drama for this week. Especially because you were involved. Now, don’t misunderstand, you have a great reputation. Abrasive at times, but only when asserting yourself. When you weren’t, you were respectful and generous. Compassionate and hardworking, “a pleasure to have in class” as teachers say. But everyone knew that you were a ticking time bomb. Not quite hotheaded, but definitely not slow to anger. Normally, you could catch yourself when your self-control was about to slip, but stories spread like forestfire of the minor incidents in which staggered breathing didn’t do its due diligence. Very rarely did anyone step out of line enough for you to put them in their place, but now that it was happening, everyone wanted to see it firsthand.

“I said you should get out of my way. You’re deaf and ugly too? No wonder your boyfriend wasn’t pushing me away. Everyone knows he’s too good for you,” the silence in the room was suffocating.

Your boyfriend’s grip on your arm tightened just enough to pull you back from the spiraling thoughts he knew you had lost yourself to. The worst part is that she’s not wrong. Keiji is too good for m-

“(Y/n) just sit, she’s not worth your energy.”

“I know.”

Full of rage, yet somehow numb to the core, you sat. You picked up your drink (it splashed when she pushed you and now the sides were sticky) and took a long sip, nearly draining the entire can. Before you could set it down, it was coming back up to your face, spilling the contents over your nose and cheeks and dripping onto your uniform. You knew the spot between your eyebrows would be sore from the impact the next day. Okay she’s trying to make a statement and humiliate me, cool. Did she have to smack the metal can into my fucking forehead?

“Yasunobu-san I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but you’ve clearly gone too far. I’m not breaking up with (y/n) to date you. Even if I were going to date someone else, you are the last person I’d choose. All you’ve done is show how ugly your personality is,” Akaashi’s voice was ice as he did he best to dry you off. His focus was no longer on the girl who was now flushed red at her plan blowing up in her face.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m proud of you for not losing your temper,” Akaashi had no clue how things had gotten so out of control. He was just glad it was over. Lunch was going to end soon and the teacher would come and make sure Yasunobu got the discipline she deserved.

That would be too easy though.

Before Akaashi knew what was happening, you were pushing past him and grabbing the girl’s quickly descending hand.

“First you flirt with him, then you try to slap him? Are you crazy?” you seethed. This would go down as your worst lunch break in high school history. It didn’t get much worse than this. This was a textbook American high school movie conflict, and you were driving the bus straight into Regina George.

“Don’t touch me,” Yasunobu hissed as she snatched her hand away and sent it flying back at your face in full force. Gasps went around the room and you distantly acknowledged someone running out of the room in search of a teacher. She smirked in victory as you stared at the floor and held your cheek. She just fucking slapped me.

“That actually almost hurt a little,” you mumbled. There was a pregnant pause as the whole room held its breath. This was the type of out-of-line behavior that would unleash the side of you no one was previously dumb enough to intentionally provoke. The only question now was: what were you going to do?

You didn’t keep anyone waiting long. Your hand descended in a swift arc onto the girl’s face. It was no ordinary slap. It was the deafening kind. Your palm was cupped as it clapped against her ear and sent her tumbling to the floor. You knew it was a one and done ordeal; nobody took a slap like the one you dealt out without being knocked off their equilibrium for a while.

“Someone take her to the nurse’s office, she’ll need to lie down for a bit,” was what you wanted to say, but before you could open your mouth, 3 teachers burst into the room. All they saw was a girl sobbing hysterically on the floor (when did she start crying?) and you standing over her.

“(l/n), you’re with me. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Well, shit.

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It was worse than you thought. A lot worse. That fact didn’t dawn on you until you sat with your mother and step-father on the opposite side of the table from Yasunobu and her parents. The three of them were dressed to the teeth with name brand clothing and clutching their bags like you were going to rob them. Her stuck-up parents shifted haughtily and narrowed their eyes whenever you glanced in their direction, so you kept your eyes glued to the wall behind them. Apparently the nasty behavior was hereditary. The teacher who dragged you out of the classroom, Suzuki-sensei, a third year science teacher, alongside the principal entered the silent room to debrief both sets of parents on the situation and dole out the consequences. You were expecting a severe scolding and extra cleaning duties at the worst. Suzuki-sensei was on your side, as were many othersㅡeye-witness accounts all reported much of the same thing, it was obvious what the truth was, but the Yasunobu family was one of the largest benefactors of the academy. As long as Naoko continued with her crocodile tears, Fukuroudani was at risk.

Suzuki-sensei pulled your family aside, promising to do everything in his power to ensure Yasunobu didn’t get off scot-free. As for your punishment, there was nothing you could do. Trust me, your mother tried. Funding was far more important than a single student, no matter how promising of a student you were.

So one formal, written apology and a lot of screaming matches later, you were temporarily unenrolled from Fukuroudani Academy and shipped off to an all-girls etiquette school. Your mother, bless her heart, tried to reason with your step-father, but he wasn’t having it. He’d been looking for any reason to send you away and make room in the house for his children and wasn’t keen on letting this opportunity slip away (that was another can of worms for another day).

“She’s too volatile.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you for months that she has an attitude problem.”

“Assault over a boy? I told you he was bad news.”

“It’s for the best.”

Even if it wasn’t, you found yourself stuck in a correctional environment to manage behavior that you didn’t have. Cut off from your friends, your mother, and the love of your life, you were miserable. There was only so much a phone call could do. Skype calls were hard to coordinate with your momㅡshe was working when you were free, you were asleep when she was on breakㅡand the rare face-to-face visits you had were all too short for your liking.

The only hope you clung to was the promise of it only lasting one semester.

And you made it. Nothing would ever compare to the 4 months in hell you experienced, but now you were on the other side, shaking near imperceptibly on the train towards Shinzen High School. Shortly after school let out for the summer, you met with your mother to celebrate. She was the one who planted the idea you were now carrying out into your head.

“(y/n), why don’t you surprise Keiji at training camp? He doesn’t expect to see you until he gets back. I think it would make his day. His mother told me he’s been miserable without you,” You knew your genius came from your mom, moments like this only solidified it.

It was a great idea, you wouldn’t be 6 stops (oh my god 6 stops) away from the high school if it wasn’t. You were just scared. 4 months was a long time. Naoko could have sunk her claws into Keiji in that time. Of course, he wouldn’t have texted you every waking moment of the day and called you late into the night if that was the case, but it was still a possibility. Even if it wasn’t, he could have changed. You could have changed. That was the entire point of your absence anyway. You were miraculously stubborn, but there was only so much you could reject. The lifestyle you’d been forced into was not easily ignored. What if the things he loved most about you were gone? What if when he saw you, his eyes didn’t widen then crinkle at the corners when he smiled? Would he pull his large, loving hands out of your own and neglect to fidget with them in the way he knew you loved?

What if the Akaashi Keiji waiting for you at Shinzen High wasn’t yours?

You couldn’t take that heartbreak.

It was impossible to envision a life without Keiji, you couldn’t remember a time before him. Your life has been intricately intertwined with his since before you could walk. He did life with you. Before any of your friends, you showed him when you first learned how to tie your shoes. He taught you the kanji for beautiful and wrote it on the back of your hand everyday in second grade. Even though you sucked, you helped him practice volleyball on Sundays in middle school. You opened your Fukuroudani acceptance letters together and swore on your hearts that you’d never tell another soul how hard you both cried. His growing pains were your own. If he was gone, who would tutor Bokuto-san with you? Who would joke about your mother loving him more than you? Who would remind you that you were never too flawed to be loved?

An announcement over the train’s speaker scared you out of your thoughts. Your attention shifted to the monitor overhead, but you couldn’t make out the map through the mistiness of your eyes. Stupid Keiji making you love him enough to cry in public. If you told him about this he’d laugh at you, so he’ll just never know. Bringing a sweaty palm to wipe your face, your breath hitched at the now clear map in front of you. 2 stops to go. You could just get off at the next stop and take the next train going in the opposite direction. It’s not like Keiji is going to die. You’ll see him when he gets back from camp. That might be easier.

But you’re (l/n) (y/n), self-proclaimed baddest bitch alive. Bad bitches don’t go back on their word. Besides, you’d already bothered Bokuto-san and the coaches to allow you to stay for the rest of the week. It would be rude to not show up last minute, especially after all the time they’d spent trying to accommodate you. Were you going to waste their time over some silly doubt? No way. The most loving boy on the planet was (unknowingly) waiting for you and he would be happy to see you. You missed him and he missed you too. You wouldn’t have to scroll very far in your texts to prove it. You could do this. You were going to do this.

With your mind made up, you exhaled deeply and shook all the bad thoughts out of your head. As if the universe was encouraging you to move before you changed your mind, the train screeched to a stop as it pulled into the station closest to the high school. Duffel bag hanging securely over your shoulder, you broke through the commuters moving too slowly for your liking and inhaled the fresh summer air that you’d been denied in the stuffy train compartment.

You pulled up the GPS on your phone and punched in the address for Shinzen High school with surprisingly stable fingers. A smile grew on your face as you looked at your ETA; in less than 20 minutes you’d be reunited with Keiji. You couldn’t wait.

But in the meantime, you had to plan how you were going to scare the shit out of him.

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The configuration of Shinzen wasn’t all that different from that of Fukuroudani. You could navigate the empty school grounds with little difficulty, letting intuition guide you. You hummed a song with no rhythm as you moved, two-stepping and spinning to the cicada orchestra filling in the background with soft miin-miins.

Boisterous laughter cut through the previously still air and you knew immediately that you were in the right place. The smell of meat and overlapping chatter lead you behind the gyms where you found a large group of, unsurprisingly, ravished-looking, disheveled boys making excited conversation as the managers (you assume because you recognize Yukie and Kaori) buzz around the grill. Hoping to find your boyfriend or one of his teammates, you shuffled a little closer to the scene and elevated yourself on the tips of your toes. Your nose wrinkled in displeasure as you realized they all look the same: tall, athletic, sweaty teenage boys.

A cluster of blue caught your attention from the corner of your eye and you locked on to the two-toned hair of your school’s captain. Bingo. Just as you were going to step in the direction of the Fukuroudani team, you were stopped by another familiar face.

“Ah, Kuroo-san! It’s been a while,” a large grin spread across your features as you leaned in for a side hug. He got under your skin so easily, but you were proud to call Kuroo a friend. He was one of the few people that could set off your hair trigger and live to tell the tale. You were getting soft. You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes how many times Bokuto came crashing into Keiji’s house with Kuroo at his side. Very rarely did movie dates stay as just the two of you. Knowing Kuroo Tetsurou the way you did, this hug would end with his knuckles digging into your scalp and your elbow in his gut.

“Yes it has, (L/N). You know, I was expecting a more formal greeting. A 90 degree bow, a western-style curtsy even? Did you truly learn nothing from your time away?” As if on cue, he began to tug you into his sweaty (ew) torso and push your head around.

“Oi let me go, you menace,” you grumbled as you tried to push him off of you, “Etiquette school was just housewife training with calculus. I’m not going to worship the ground you walk on.” Finally breaking free, the two of you held a childish glare before relaxing into soft peals of laughter.

“Bokuto already told me that you were coming. Don’t worry, I’m the only one who knows. He's actually kept his mouth shut aside from that,” Kuroo placated the worry that filled your eyes for a brief moment before pointing in the direction you were heading before, “Akaashi should be down there. Go get your mopey little boyfriend.”

Kuroo pushed you lightly, not giving you the chance to say something snarky. At the call of your name you turn back around and are greeted with a look of sincerity not often acquainted with Kuroo Tetsurou’s face, “It’s good to have you back, honestly. It hasn’t been the same without you.”

“It’s good to be back.”

Mission back in mind, you set back off to find Keiji. Your quickened steps were filled with a giddiness that you knew had flooded every cell of your body. Though your worry and doubt were shed long before you set foot on campus, you couldn’t help but notice the effervescent fluttering in your stomach as it lept to your throat and back several times over. Less than a minute now.

Head on a swivel, you must have looked lost or insane staring into groups of unfamiliar people and muttering in mild irritation when you couldn’t find what you were looking for.

“I could have sworn I just saw them? How does a group of 15 people just disappear?”

So focused on your task, you didn’t notice the eyes and whispers following you. Who were you? Didn’t they have this area reserved? What were you looking for? Should they tell a coach? Speculations bloomed in every conversation trying to place a story on you. None the wiser, you pressed on.

“I swear to God, if he’s in the bathroom or something- oh,” there, sitting demurely at the table full of your schoolmates, facing away from you, was Keiji. His hair was messier than usual and from behind you could tell he was just about ready to sink into the bench beneath him. The only thing holding him up was the arm he propped on the table and the palm he rested his cheek on. You understood. Training camp was no joke. No text message could properly convey the amount of work everyone put in this week. You could practically hear his inner monologue begging whatever deity took pity on him to send a shot of espresso from the sky. You weren’t coffee, but you could deliver an equally effective shock to his system.

In a swift motion, the bag on your shoulder was sailing through the air and colliding with his back. He was slow to react from exhaustion and you almost felt bad, but it would pay off in 5...4...3...2…

“Bokuto-san, it’s been a long day, please don’t throw things at me. There are easier ways to get my attention…” Keiji exhaled deeply as he turned around to scold Bokuto only to remember the captain was sitting right across from him. His confused eyes blinked dumbly when they finally saw you. All was silent as the surrounding players watched with bated breath.

Holding back a chuckle was proving more and more difficult as realization slid onto your boyfriend’s face, so you settled for a smirk and a lifted brow. It didn’t last long because the recognition on his face softened into something akin to fondness, to love, to coming home. The look was deeper than the crinkling of eyelids that normally translated into Keiji’s nonverbal love. It was a look you weren’t ready for, but something you couldn’t have gone another second without. You found quickly that you couldn’t keep your smirk up much longer and it was replaced with trembling lips. Amber rays of the setting sun honeyed the gaze you both shared; it was at times like this that you wished you were able to draw because you dreaded the day when every detail of this moment was lost in your memory.

(Little did you know, you would find yourself locked in a similar gaze less than 10 years from now, right after your wedding veil was lifted over your eyes.)

Akaashi Keiji is known as an ethereal being to those who don’t know him, if only they could see him now, scrambling to his feet and over the bench, barely stopping himself from face-planting into the grass. Gone was the poise that followed his every movementㅡhis only focus was pulling you into his chest and burying his face into the crook of your neck. The pull of your arms around his neck was automatic; your body had not forgotten how right it felt to be slotted with his. You could have stood there, wrapped in his embrace until you both became one with the grass below your feet. Instead you squeezed him tighter and relished in the chance to feel him again.

“I missed you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

4 months was a long time, but in comparison to the eternity you were going to love Keiji for, it was nothing at all.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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Heyy!! 💙 Selena here! Would It be posible yo request a scenario, please? So its a normal day at school and suddenly the reader overhear a conversation of her current boyfriend with one of his friends in which he confesses that he's just dating the reader to win a bet of 1.000 yens? Completely crushed she doesn't know how to react but she was not the only one accidentally listening.Noya who has a huge Crush on reader was also there... ¿ What would he do now? Nsfw included please! Enjoy!

It would be possible!! This turned out really fluffy instead of nsfw content just because I like to have a build-up of things, I hope that’s alright<3 🥺

And my inbox has been flooded with need for more Noya so🥰

On the Line. (Nishinoya Yu x Reader)

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“Noya, you’re drooling again.”

The libero wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, shooting a glare at a grinning Ennoshita, who casted a glance at your laughing figure a few seats away as his grin widens. Before Nishinoya Yu could completely deny that assumption, he stills in his seat when your eyes flit over to his brown ones, your lips stretching out in a warm smile as you offer a timid wave.

God, why did you have to smile like that?

Blinking out of a trance, the libero turns away from your direction abruptly as Ennoshita continues to sip his box of strawberry juice, somewhat used to his friend’s odd behavior when it came to you as the second year hums, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Considering the amount of girls you’re known to fawn over-”

“excUSE ME-”

“Y/N’s been kind of a long term thing, no?” Ennoshita questions casually, flipping a page in his manga he had open throughout the lunch period as Noya goes to defend himself- only to open his mouth and shut it again quickly, for he had no defense to that statement.

“Don’t kid yourself, Y/N’s just a close friend.” Noya chuckles somewhat forcibly as Ennoshita’s eyes lift from his page to arch a challenging brow. “Besides-”

Brown eyes soften, voice cracking a tad bit as he watches your boyfriend poke his head into the classroom door as a smile- a smile that wasn’t for him- brightens your features more than when you looked at him did.

“Close friends shouldn’t cross lines when they’re obviously drawn.” Noya finishes, and Ennoshita’s eyes fall back down to his manga, his wrist flicking to throw the empty juice carton at his friend’s head as Noya catches it with a glare.

“Stick with drooling over Kiyoko- you’re scarier when you say serious stuff.”

“I’ll have you know- wait, scarier?”

“Dude, have you met yourself?”

Before a snarky retort can be made about Ennoshita’s lack of empathy, Noya quiets down to realize you were no longer in the classroom, and Ennoshita had successfully distracted the libero from watching you leave with your boyfriend.

“I don’t know whether to thank you or punch you.”

“The former would be great, thanks.”

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“uGH practice is such a pain.” Noya whines as Tanaka whistles lowly in agreement from next to him, the iconic duo feeling lucky practice was delayed for the day due to Ukai’s tardiness, the coach getting held back by a prior engagement.

“I’ll meet you in the gym later?” Tanaka questions after Noya had released a groan after the realization that his notebook had been left behind- a notebook that held at least a dozen late homework assignments that needed to be in by tomorrow.

“Yeah, man- Tell Daddy Dai I’ll be there in a few.”

“Still can’t believe he lets you call him that.”

“Oh he doesn’t- on second thought he does. Tanaka, if you love me you’ll call him that when you see him.”

“Who the hell loves you?” His best friend sneers as Noya puts up a peace sign accompanied by a wide grin as he walks off, his smile lessening when his back turns again to his lonely trek in the mostly empty hallways of Karasuno.

Yeah, who would?

Before he can stifle it, your face popped up into his mind along with a tug at his heartstrings as Noya continues his slow walk back to his classroom, a glazed look taking over his eyes as he wonders if you made it home safely with that asshat of a boyfriend-

Until he saw it.

Noya pauses mid-step, the glazed look being blinked away as he saw you standing outside a classroom that wasn’t yours, the door open slightly ajar as your hair skewed the image of your face. An excited smile spreads on the libero’s face at the thought of an unexpected conservation with you, his pace picking up until he sees something that made his breath hitch in his throat as he stands two steps away from you.

Your eyes were brimmed with unshed, shining tears that seemed to threaten to spill over at any moment, and before Noya can ask you why on instinct, you had grabbed his arm in a tight grip, putting a weak finger to your lips as you signal him to stay quiet.

With furrowed brows, the libero complies, leaning against the wall next to you as he remains focused on your grip on his arm, an involuntary blush rising to his cheeks at the situation at hand-

but it didn’t last very long.

Noya’s ears perk up at the sound of a very familiar voice- a voice that he dreaded hearing call your name every day during break times.

“...yeah, man- I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

He felt your grip seem to loosen on his arm.

“With Y/N? Dude, I don’t know why you would go so far for 1000 yen-”

He watched a painful expression cross your face as your eyes widened in absolute disbelief.

“Right? I thought it would be easy, but she looks at me like I’m the best thing to ever happen to her, what would you do in my situation?”

But the instigating factor?

“Dump her. You agreed because she seemed cute and easy, right?”

When the tears tipped over the eyes he loved, his vision turned into a blurry fit of rage, shoving off the wall before ripping his arm from your grasp as you attempt to keep him next to you. Noya stops for a second when your hand reaches out to grab at the back of his shirt material, your reddened eyes widening when the libero smiles a closed-eye grin at you, mouthing the words you needed to hear most.

It’ll be okay. I’ll be back.

“1000 yen richer, I guess. Anyways, I wonder where that airhead-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a fist collided with his cheek, Nishinoya seething so angrily he hardly spared a glance at the friend that made a dash for the exit at the arrival of the school’s known-troublemaker.

All those days watching you be with him. A hidden part wishing he was him. The convincing of himself that he was happy you were happy-

Noya’s eyes mimicked the ones in which he was on the court, eyes spinning dangerously serious as brown eyes narrowed, a fist grabbing at your boyfriend’s collar from where he now laid with a slightly cracked lip.

When this was how things were all along?

“What the hell are you doing?!”

A humorless chuckle. “What does it look like? A fucking tea party?”

When his fist reels back again, he stops when he feels a hand rest gently on the back of his elbow, Noya just knowing from the touch that it was you as his tense muscles relax almost immediately.

“N-Noya...”

At the sound of your cracked, stuttering voice, the libero releases a heavy sigh, releasing your now ex-boyfriend’s shirt so that at least his head hits the classroom floor as Noya stands protectively in front of you.

“Bastard...you think you’ll get away with something like this?” Your ex seems to chuckle a tad deliriously as Noya ignores him, shuffling through his pockets before dropping a few crumpled bills at his feet, your ex finally taking notice of you with widened eyes.

“I don’t care. I just get suspended again, but you?” Noya sneers, kicking the bills towards what he had always considered not good enough for you. “You fucked with the wrong person, asshole. Here’s 4300 yen (about 40 USD), whatever shitty bet you had going on is off, don’t even look her way anymore. Not like you deserved it in the first place anyway.”

With that, Noya spun on his heel to grab your hand hastily, adrenaline running through his veins before he feels you freeze at the sound of his voice.

“Y-Y/N, baby please-”

“I don’t know if he didn’t make it clear enough,” You glance at him once more, etching the image into your mind before mentally discarding it. “But we’re through. If there was any we to begin with.”

Noya’s brows reach towards his airline before he releases a low whistle at you’re words, surprised when you’re the one to lead him out of the class, stopping only when you reach the exit of the school.

“Y/N-”

“Have anywhere I can maybe, I don’t know, cry?”

Noya’s eyes widen as a million thoughts flit through his head as he takes a chance. Slowly, he turns your figure so you’re facing him fully, gently prying the hands that covered the features you now deemed ugly away before tucking your face into his chest-

the libero determined to make you feel as beautiful as he saw you as, feeling the sobs wreck through your body as your hands tightened at the shirt material on his chest.

Looks like he’ll be missing practice today.

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“You didn’t have to go that far.”

You smile a little at Noya’s look of seriously? from his place in the kitchen, causing you to giggle a little from underneath the blanket he had given you as you relaxed a bit more into his couch. The smile dwindles as you wonder how you had gotten here, puffy-eyed and broken-hearted in the house of someone you deemed as a close friend-

but why had your heart beat picked up when his back was to you in that classroom as he faced your ex? Why did that smile he casted to you before rushing in to defend your dignity make you loosen your grip on his shirt as a newfound feeling emerged in your stomach?

Had he always been there? Just in that little pocket in the back of your mind, waiting to be seen, as someone simply stood in front of him?

“I left my homework at school for you. I’m expecting my payment in m&ms.”

You shake your head of those thoughts just as Noya sets down a steaming mug of hot tea in front of you, and your eyes widen before you subconsiously raise a hand to his hair, retort falling silent.

Noya blushes, eyes narrowing at the small giggle that slips your lips as he occupies the couch seat next to you. “What?”

“Your hair’s not being held up by like, three different products of hair gel.” You observe, genuinely interested in his soft locks as the heat in the libero’s cheeks deepen before he scoffs.

“Two actually, imagine being uneducated.”

“Imagine assaulting someone because of a childish bet.”

“It was self-defense.”

“In what way?” You find yourself laughing as Noya turns fully towards you, a lopsided grin on his lips that had your laugh dying down at the pounding in your chest.

“You’re pretty when you laugh.”

Embarrassed, you retract your hand from his hair hastily before picking up the mug and taking a deep sip, flinching at the heat as Noya calms his nerves at the girl he’s been in love with acting so cute next to him.

The mug hits the table gently as you set it down, a far-off look in your eyes as Noya takes his share of the blanket, wondering if you were uncomfortable with the proximity before you relax into his side, your head leaning on his shoulder.

“I have to wonder...if all I was had been a game all along.”

“Apparently the no sad talk rule I put in place before we entered my domain was ignored, and it shows.”

You go to swat him playfully before Noya catches your wrist, brown eyes soft and looking at you as if he were afraid you would break at any moment.

“Y/N, you’re literally the prettiest, nicest girl in the grade- it’s not your fault you decided to make the worst possible choice.”

A pink dusts across your cheeks at the compliments before you pout. “But it kinda is.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Oh yeah?” You laugh into your mug, not realizing Noya had been watching you with a gaze you were used to catching in the middle of breaks or class. “And who would be a better choice?”

“Are you joking?”

You blink at the deadpan of Noya’s voice before he scoffs as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Ennoshita. Are you dumb?”

“I was thinking more you, but yeah I could totally-”

The couch is soft against your back as the blanket drapes over Noya’s back as you find yourself sandwiched between him and the couch, his hands placed firmly next to your head to support himself as he keeps his weight off of you. Your eyes trace over his features as his brown eyes seem to seriously stare into yours, your faces inches apart.

“You can’t take it back.”

You melt into the feel of his lips upon yours, smiling into it as something in you just feels so right in this moment, pushing him back a little as soon as his hand trails down to your waist.

“Noya, I just got out of the worst day of my life-”

“Then I’ll make every day better than the last.”

“It’s not too soon?” You ask worriedly as Noya digs his face into your neck, and you blush when his lips move against your neck.

“Nothing’s too soon when I’ve been waiting this long, babe.”

Noya smirks when your skin seems to heat under his touch, feeling you squirm when his hands move to rest on your waist gently as he peppers your neck in kisses.

“How long have you been waiting?” You pout, pulling Noya out of your neck as the libero scoffs, his lips moving to trace up your jawline before making his way across your cheek sweetly, stopping only when his lips hover over yours.

“Too long, apparently.”

“C-Can I kiss you?”

Rolling his eyes, Noya cups your face gently as his thumb traces your cheek, speaking against your lips as he feels your lips curl upwards into it.

“I don’t know if I have to make this clear- but you don’t have to ask your boyfriend for permission, babe.”

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The Freedom of Expression - Ep 36 The banning of snacks and sweet drinks displays from next to cash registers.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome. Ok, today lets get straight on with it. Joe could you please...

J: Yes, lets have a look at this news. Snack and sweet drinks displays next to cash registers banned in Berkeley, California, USA. In the university city of Berkeley, northern California, a law has been passed this week banning the sale of junk food next to cash registers in supermarkets. According to local media, this is the first of its kind in America. The law, unanimously voted for by Berkeley City council, targets cheap, unhealthy products next to cash registers which 'encourage impulse buying, and burden parents of children who want them', with the aim of promoting healthy lifestyles. Products with over 5g of added sugar or 250mg of added sodium, and drinks containg a lot of sugar or artificial sweetners have been banned from sale next to cash registers. The ban will come into effect from next March. In the city of 120,000 people it will be imposed in 25 large scale supermarkets. The progressive city Berkeley, on the outskirts of San Francisco has been taking health initiatives before now. In 2014 they imposed a tax on soft drinks, and according to a survey from last year, consumption of soft drinks had halved by 2017.

K: Its true though, the cash registers over there have so many snacks near them.

J: They do, don't they?! They are really colourful. But banning it by law is really stepping in, isn't it?

T: Yeah.

J: The supermarkets aren't stopping it through self-restraint, its been forbidden by law, so if they do it will they be penalised?

T: Yeah, wow.

J: I think this is a warning that in America this kind of health damage caused by excessive additives and sugar in food is becoming a serious problem.

K: Yeah, people just end up picking it up.

J: When im waiting in line at the supermarket, its the same in Japan...in the convenience store in Japan, I wait till the last moment and always end up picking up those little Tirol chocolate squares.

K: Oh yeh, they have those out, don't they?

J: They do! Don't those chocolates just call out to you at the last minute? I always end up buying a few.

T: I buy 'Bikkuriman'. For the sticker.

J: Oh yeh. Still?

T: I just sometimes get the feeling like I want to open it. I reminds me off old times, haha. I throw it away straight away though.

J: Kaoru, what about you?

K: I don't buy that stuff.

J: Oh, you don't?

K: No, I just buy what I was intending to buy before I went. If Im walking around the store and I see an interesting new product or something, I might buy it, but the stuff near the cash register seems more like left over produce to me.

J: Ah, close to expiring?

K: Yeh, it looks like they really want you to buy it, so they put it there. I don't really feel like picking it up.

T: Ah, I see.

K: But in supermarkets they have gum and stuff near the registers, don't they?

J: Yeah.

K: I do buy gum.

J: Ahh, yeh...Kami? What do you think?

Kami: I pick all of it up.

T: Nice, Kami.

Kami: I get tonnes. 1000yen worth.

T: Haha

Kami: Maybe 500yen, not 1000.

K: Do you like sweets, Kami?

Kami: Yeh, i do. I pick them up straight away. Um, there's often drinks on display too, right?

J: Yeah.

Kami: If there's cola or fanta, I will buy both.

T: Haha

Kami: If I go to buy tea, I will buy all that.

K: You like sweet stuff, right?

J: Yeah.

Kami: No, its not that. Its just that it all looks delicious. It makes you forget *1

T: I see, yeh.

J: In that sense, its part of the store's strategy.

T: Yeh, Kami seems like he would hate that kind of strategy, but he still falls for it.

J: Yeh, he seems like he would be opposed to it, but he still buys tonnes, right Kami?

Kami: Yeh, I really jump on the bandwagon.

K: This stuff must sell a lot.

J: Yeh, I think so. This kind of food looks visually fun, right? Colourful and stuff. Kids get pulled in by it. Like, 'I wanna eat this!'. Its pretty amazing to pass a law in this. That would be impossible in Japan, right?

T: I feel like Japan has more freedom. I had the image since I was small that America is the country of freedom, but recently if you look at America, there is ban after ban...it seems like life there is getting more restricted. And in Japan, even with covid we can still go outside, or go to restaurants and stuff. It made me think Japan is quite free. Its a weird feeling.

J: Ahh, the rules in America are stricter?

K: Overseas, they were quite strict about indoors. Japan is only just getting like that recently, right?

J: Yeh, America was a lot quicker to regulate indoor smoking.

T: Its like that with alcohol too. When one of my best friends was in America during his student days, he once wore a Budweiser tshirt and he was told, 'Its illegal', and he had to change it. I thought that was pretty strict when I heard.

K: You can't carry it around with you either, can you?

J: Yeah, you have to put it in a bag.

K: I stepped outside a venue without knowing this while I was holding a beer can once, and I was told that isn't allowed.

J: Yeh, yeh, yeh. Well, it does depend on how you look at it. Its often said that in Japan, rather than having rules...well, in America there is a kind of society that is governed by rules, but in Japan its more about community, so rather than having rules, peer presure is very strong. People worry about what others think. Its very Japanese, 'other people are saying this, so...', or 'other people are doing this, so...'. People adapt themselves to that first of all.

T: I wonder which style is better?

J: Yeah. They are both different.

T: Its not nice being told by the government to stop something, is it? I understand the reasons though.

K: Well, people do protest that kind of thing.

Kami: But I think this law is good.

J: It is good.

Kami: I think its really good, because you can finish up without buying stuff.

K: Well, it is good.

Kami: Its really good. I thoroughly agree with it.

K: Kids won't pine for sweets either.

J: Yeh.

Kami: I do think its good to buy sweets for kids though.

J: Oh really?

K: Yeh, but just not there, right?

Kami: I wanted sweets when I was a kid.

K: Me too.

T: Yeh, me too.

Kami: I really wanted all those sweets by the register when I was a kid, but I never got them.

K: There are those socks full of snacks at Christmas, right? I wanted one of those.

T: Yeh, me too.

J: If you think about what made you excited as a kid, basically its the sweet shop, right?

K: Yeh, I used to go there.

J: Whenever I ate sour plums and stuff from the sweet shop, my tongue went bright red *2

K: They were crunchy, right?

J: Yeh! I would drink up all the syrup.

K: Haha.

J: I bet that would be no good under that tax in Berkeley.

T: Yeah.

K: Ahh, sweet shops...

T:???

J:???*3

K: I still feel like eating those kind of sweets sometimes.

J: Yeah. There aren't many sweet shops around these days, in the Tokyo area.

T: Yeah, there aren't.

K: But there are sections in other shops that sell those kinds of sweets.

T: A long time ago there was an izakaya in Sangenjaya that only served sweets as beer snacks.

K: Oh, there was, wasn't there?!

T: Yeh. I went a couple of times, cause its unusual, but sweets...

K: You can't withstand it?

J: After you become an adult, right? At first you are like, 'Woah, so nostalgic', but ..

T: Yeh, it gets boring.

J: You start to think halfway, 'this needs to be more tasteful!' Uh, in the precincts of Kishibojin there is apparently Japan's oldest sweet shop or something still there. Its a famous old man, or old woman who runs it.

K: I recently went to Kawagoe.

T: Oh, Little Edo!

K: Yeh, there is a sweet shop street there. The people there were amazing. Well, I mean they were all wearing yukatas and stuff, and eating.

T: Its made me want to go to a sweet shop!

J: Ah, there is a tonne of good places to eat there, isn't there?

K: Oh, is there? In Kawagoe?

J: Yeh.

K: As for sweet shops, the ones that have a downtown feeling are the best.

J: Yeah.

K: Its nostalgic, going to the sweet shop in the evening, and getting those colourful squeezy things to drink...

J: Yeh!

K: And eating sweets at the same time.

J: Which was your favourite sweet, Kaoru? From the sweet shop?

K: From the sweet shop? I liked Curry rice-crackers, and 5yen chocolate, and those gummy type things in a box, that you pick up with a little stick.

J: Oh yeh.

K: I used to eat that kinda stuff.

T: What about you, Joe?

J: I liked plum jam, I sandwiched it between those kinda soft rice-crackers. And I liked the Castella.

T: Oh yeh, they had those small ones.

J: Yeh, they were on a skewer. I used to eat them a lot.

K: Tasai?

T: I used to get those squeezy things too. And wasn't there always like a 10yen game outside sweet shops? I would win more sweets with that.

K: You won?? More sweets came out of the game?

T: It was like a 30yen ticket, right?

J, K: Ehh?

J: I never saw that.

T: Didn't you? Like, where you try to get the ball in the hole for ten yen? And if you win, you get a ticket?

K: Ah, I remember something like that where you can win, but I don't remember tickets coming out. It was little freebies. Ah, its nostalgic. Should we try going to a sweet shop on this show?

J: A sweet shop?? Should we??

K: Yeh.

T: Thats a good idea. With 100yen in change.

K: Actually, that place in Kawagoe was closed.

J: Haha, really?

K: I went all the way there, but..

J: Just for that?

K: Yeh.

J: Really?

K: Well, lets go to one on this show.

J: Yeh, lets do it! Film on location!

K: Ok, lets plan something. Lets fill ourselves with unhealthy snacks.

J: Ah, but it won't be that much.

K: Well, yeh.

J: It'll be limited to what you can get at the sweet shop.

T: Sounds good.

K: Is this ok? Us ending up talking about this?

T: Its ok, it feels good to talk about it.

J: It does, haha.

K: Ok, well, we'll finish here. Please subscribe. Thank you very much.

*1, 2 Difficult to hear, but i think its this.

*3 Couldn't catch.

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fantastic-rambles · 3 years

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Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Shindo Ainosuke (Adam), Sakurayashiki Kaoru (Cherry Blossom), Nanjo Kojiro (Joe), Kikuchi Tadashi (Snake), Hasegawa Langa (Snow), Hasegawa Nanako (mentioned)

Warnings: Yakuza/Mafia/Gang, Mild Language

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Yakuza AU. When Langa is tricked by Nanjo into running up a huge bill at a club, Boss Shindo steps in to deal with it. Which means competing with Boss Sakurayashiki in a poker game. [NOTE: All characters are aged up by ~5 years. Mostly so Langa can drink and gamble. xD] [Part 1 mostly focuses on Adam and Joe. Part 2 (to come later, maybe on Day 8?) will mostly focus on Adam and Cherry.] [S Founder Trio Festival | Day 2: Gang]

When Ainosuke's phone vibrated, he glanced at the screen and the unregistered number before leaning back in his chair and picking up the call.

"Hey. How have you been?" he asked, his voice gentle. But an unfamiliar cackle emitted from the speaker, and he pulled the phone away from his ear, double-checking the number on the screen.

"Who is this? How did you get this phone? Ainosuke demanded after he replaced it to his ear. Of course, it was possible that there was a simple explanation for all of this: perhaps the phone had been dropped, and a Good Samaritan was calling a number in the contacts to try to return it. But in his line of business, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

"Yo, Shindo-san! We've got something here that we think is yours, so maybe you'd like to come pick it up? Here, gimme a sec. Can you see us?"

Ainosuke froze as he recognized the voice. With his heart sinking, he lowered his phone again, staring at the video being displayed on the screen.

A large, buff man in a white suit was sitting on a couch, his arm extending out of frame showing that he was the one taking the video. But his other arm was draped around a younger man in casual clothing. His companion didn't seem to be hurt or in any particular distress, but Ainosuke's hand clenched into a fist as he recognized him.

"So, yeah, see this kid?" Nanjo continued, unnecessarily dragging the phone closer to frame the other man better. "He ran up a pretty big bill and then tried to run off without paying. 400,000 yen! So of course we had to stop him, and he mentioned that he knew you, so I figured, well, maybe you could help him out?"

"Langa. Are you alright?" Ainosuke ignored Nanjo's blathering, his eyes fixed on Langa's through the screen.

"Huh? Yeah. Sorry about this, Ai," Langa replied, as unaffected as always. "I'm not sure what happened, though."

"Hey, did you hear me?" Nanjo interrupted, turning the screen away from Langa to focus on himself. "Who's going to take responsibility for this, Shindo-san? We run a business here, you know. If it was just a couple thousand yen, we could swallow the cost, but it's 400,000! 400,000!"

"I heard you the first time," Ainosuke snapped, irritated. He pulled his cigarette case from the pocket of his jacket, extracting one of the thin sticks and lighting up. The first lungful of smoke helped to settle the worst of his anger before he turned his attention back to the screen, scowling.

"And what I heard is that you trapped a katagi1 with bottakuri2, you swindler. How is one person going to run up a tab that high unless you're playing dirty tricks?"

But Nanjo just scoffed. "Don't try to take the moral high ground here, Shindo. You do the same thing in your shops. Besides, how can he be katagi if he's involved with you? So are you going to do anything about this, or are we gonna get the money out of this brat, one way or another?"

"You know I'm coming. Where the fuck are you?"

"I'm heading over to the main office now, with the kid. See you there!" Nanjo winked, and then the call cut off. With a snarl, Ainosuke slammed his fist down on his table next to the phone, but the heavy wood barely moved.

With sharp, jerky movements, Ainosuke replaced his phone in his pocket and straightened his tie before leaving the office, barely glancing at Tadashi as he bowed to the boss.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Forget about that," Ainosuke snapped. "I need a ride to the Sakurayashiki main office."

Crisply, he began walking down the hallway as his wakagashira3 fell in step beside him. There was a faint trace of concern on Tadashi's usually expressionless face as he asked, "Should I call up some of our men?"

"No. It's not a raid. Just picking up something that belongs to me," Ainosuke replied with a scowl. Tadashi nodded, calling ahead to have a car prepared, though he slid into the driver's seat himself once they'd stepped out onto the street. As the city passed by outside his window, Ainosuke glared at it without seeing it, his mind working through what must have happened.

A girl--or a man, he supposed--grabbing Langa and dragging him into a club. Perhaps they'd even been told to keep an eye out for the young man with the pale blue hair, just to put Ainosuke in this situation. Keeping him there as they drank around him and tried to ply him with drinks--though Langa seemed sober enough on the call--and then presenting him with an exorbitant bill when he tried to leave.

It was a common enough scam, certainly, but Nanjo was wrong: Ainosuke didn't tolerate it in his clubs. At least, not anymore. The yakuza's power was waning, and as tourism increased, the police were beginning to crack down on that sort of behavior so that the area wouldn't gain a bad reputation. And it probably wouldn't be long until Sakurayashiki followed suit: his rival took a highly analytical and practical approach to business. He'd soon realize that dealing with the police wasn't worth the extra money the trick occasionally brought in when some of his clubs started getting investigated for extortion.

"We're here."

Ainosuke looked up as Tadashi slid smoothly into a space by the curb, waiting for the other man to open the door for him before he stepped out, straightening his suit jacket. Sighing, he looked up at the nondescript office building before walking inside with Tadashi on his heels.

At this hour, it seemed like most of the members were gone, which was fortunate. He didn't have to deal with all the macho posturing that typically came with stepping into someone else's territory, even though he'd been issued an invitation. Even so, his anger simmered silently below the surface as they stepped into the sleek, mirrored elevators and pressed the button for the top floor.

And then his shoes were clicking against the immaculately polished floor as he strode down the hallway, pushing open a pair of chrome and glass doors. His eyes flicked around the room quickly, taking in the pink-haired man sitting behind a fancy, futuristic-looking desk, his green-haired goon standing just behind him, and Langa, sitting on a couch against the wall.

"Alright, I'm here to settle that damn bill," he snapped at Nanjo as he raised his arm outward and slightly to the side. At the unspoken invitation, Langa slid off the couch to stand next to him, allowing Ainosuke to drape an arm over his shoulders possessively.

"About that." Sakurayashiki was frowning slightly, and Ainosuke turned his gaze toward the other boss.

"Nanjo was wrong to do what he did, but it still stands that the costs for the drinks were incurred. I don't want any bad blood between us, so I'd like to at least offer you a chance to cancel this debt."

Ainosuke's eyes narrowed, but he nodded his head slightly. "Go on."

"You see, there's a small poker tournament in Macau next week. It's nothing serious, just a social gathering for my group. The buy-in is just 1000 HKD, or about 14,000 yen. Whichever of us gets knocked out first will shoulder the bill, sound fair?"

Ainosuke considered it for half a second. "No. I'm not going to play with your family. Here's my offer. We go to Macau and agree on a table when we get there. We'll settle it honestly, or Langa can just go to the police to report Nanjo's business."

Sakurayashiki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, I got it. Next Saturday, then? Call me when you get there."

Ainosuke nodded, then turned on his heel to leave, steering Langa out with him as Tadashi followed them silently.

"Sorry, Ai," Langa apologized again once the transparent doors had closed behind them, but Ainosuke shook his head.

"It isn't your fault. I didn't think they'd use you to try to get to me. You don't feel weird or anything, right?"

"I'm fine."

"That's good. I'll see you home anyways. Your mother must be worried."

Although he tried to present a calm facade so as not to worry Langa, inside, Ainosuke was furious. He'd intentionally decided not to marry Nanako to try to protect her and her son from this side of his life, and yet, Nanjo had so easily stepped over the line between the legal and illegal. Of course, they'd all been aware of the risks of the relationship, but he didn't tell them anything about his work when he visited them so that they would hopefully be left alone. And this was so incredibly petty: it wasn't like there was a territorial dispute or the need to compensate for a killing where a hostage might be useful. No, just to harass him, they'd involved someone innocent.

"Ai?"

He realized that his arm around Langa's shoulders was holding the boy too tightly, and he forced himself to relax as they walked out of the building and to the car.

"So, are you interested in seeing Macau?" he asked as he held the door open for the boy to get in.

1katagi: non-yakuza 2bottakuri: bait-and-switch 3wakagashira: first lieutenant

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Lakmé

Summary: Is this not the closest I’ve ever been to living? The Kurosaki Family invites Rukia along with them to the Opera. Ichiruki/Rukia-centric one-shot inspired by the opera scene in Moonstruck. Set a little bit after FB arc.

PS: It’s a pretty famous song but if you haven’t heard Flower Duet before, I highly rec you give this rendition a listen, it’s breathtaking! : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9NK-EbUAao

“ICHIGOOOOOOO! RUKI-CHAAAAAN!”

SMACK!

A day in the Kurosaki household was not complete without at least one collision between Isshin’s face and either Ichigo’s foot or fist.

“I don't know how many times I have to tell you, old man: QUIT DOING THAT!” Ichigo roared, swiftly kicking his father back to the other side of the living room.

Rukia waited patiently for Isshin to complete this strange ritual, a fond smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Oh, Masaki!” Isshin sobbed, throwing himself upon his poster. “H-how cruel, how unloving our son has become! And Rukia at his side, so pure and lovely! W-we truly have here a beauty and the beast!”

“SHUT IT!”

The dark-haired shinigami watched them butt heads and felt a vague sense of nostalgia swirl inside her. I didn’t realize how much I…missed this, she silently admitted to herself. Seventeen months had passed and Rukia kept herself busy with work--very busy. Too busy to stop and realize just how much she missed life in Karakura. But now that she was back, the realization was sudden and overwhelming; she missed late night hollow-hunting, the bustling hallways at Karakura High, she missed Keigo, Mizuiro, Tatsuki, she missed indulging in her schoolgirl act, pretending that she was human and truly one of them. But most of all, she missed him. That was a realization that had set Rukia very much on edge. Ichigo was a comrade, a partner, a friend. A friend she found herself pining for in those seventeen months. She recalled a saying she learned in the human world, something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder”.

Absence had only made Rukia’s heart confused as hell.

Though almost two years had passed, her relationship with Ichigo picked up almost right where they left off. They bickered, laughed, they understood each other without need for words. But…now there was something new. No, not new; it had always been there. But now....now it was loud. And hard to ignore. It was something that Rukia couldn’t quite name, but its presence was undeniable. It wasn’t uncomfortable...but… but it was there.

“What do you say, Rukia-chan? Oh, please say you’ll be joining us?”

Isshin’s question snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Eh? I-I’m sorry?” she asked, startled.

“THE OPERA! An old buddy and colleague of mine has season tickets to the opera house here in Karakura. He’s away on a business trip so he gave me tickets to tomorrow’s show. We haven’t seen you in so long, the girls would just love if you came! SAY YOU’LL JOIN US!”

“Don’t push her, Dad!” Ichigo said irritably. He turned to Rukia but didn’t meet her gaze. “Seriously, y-you don’t have to go. It’s really boring, the last time I went I wanted to die-”

“OH, BUT THAT’S NOT TRUE,” Isshin cut off gleefully, shoving Ichigo out of the way and putting an arm around Rukia. “The last time we went, Ichigo was but a boy. Though only eight at the time, he was so moved by the performance that he wept and blubbered all night long--”

“HEY! N-NO I DIDN’T!”

“Yes, you did!” Karin called boredly from the kitchen.

Ichigo hunched up his shoulders and scowled, his ears and cheeks an angry shade of red.

“I’d be delighted to attend this...this ‘op-ohr-a’, Mr. Kurosaki!” Rukia declared, a cheerful and sparkly smile on her face. “Excellent! Come tomorrow evening at 7, and dress your very best, my dear! The opera is a most formal event,” Isshin beamed.

“Whatever. And get your arm off her!” Ichigo grumbled, yanking Rukia away from his father and up the stairs to his room.

“Ah, young love,” Isshin sighed after them. “Eager to get her to your bedroom, I see? Yes, yes, I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do, if you catch my drift--”

“SHUT UP!” Ichigo screamed over his shoulder. He hurried Rukia inside his room and slammed the door shut.

“Nice to see the family dynamic hasn’t changed,” Rukia said, a sly smile on her face. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall alongside his bed.

“1000 Yen says my dad’s got an ear pressed up to the door right now,” Ichigo replied. He sounded annoyed but there was a humorous glint in his eye. He looked up and met her gaze. They both dissolved into a quiet, gentle chuckle.

“Feel free to sit, you know,” Ichigo said, gesturing towards the bed. “I know it’s been a while but time’s never stopped you from acting like you own this place.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m fine here,” Rukia responded, cursing herself for answering him a little too vehemently. Ichigo looked at her questioningly, and Rukia could have sworn she saw a very, very faint blush creep on his cheeks. A moment of silence passed.

Tension. That’s what it was.

“So what is this opera thing, anyway? I just realized I agreed to something I know nothing about,” Rukia asked, eager to change the subject and genuinely curious about this “most formal event” that moved a young Ichigo to tears.

“It’s, uh, like a play. But with only singing. Really loud, annoying singing. And fancy costumes. And they usually end in tragedy.” Ichigo said, scratching the back of his head.

Her amusement at his fumbling explanation made Rukia forget her discomfort earlier. She smirked and flopped onto his bed. “Sounds like fun. So this loud, annoying play moved you to tears, eh?”

“IT DID NOT-Hmph, *ahem*, It did not move me to tears, I told you already that I found it boring. And I SAID YOU COULD SIT ON MY BED, NOT LIE ON IT!”

“Oh, Daddy, th-they’re on his bed already! They certainly are fast, aren’t they?” a muffled voice that sounded suspiciously like Yuzu’s could be heard saying from the other side of the door.

Ichigo’s left eye twitched.

He swung the door open and Isshin and Yuzu tumbled onto the floor. “SCRAM!” He roared, shaking his fist as they hurriedly fled the scene.

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Giant, crystal chandeliers hung over the U-shaped hall, twinkling prettily in the warm, golden light. The house was packed with many well-dressed and well-to-do people. The euphony of various conversations and chatter rang pleasantly in the air. If Ichigo had been moved to tears by the place alone, Rukia would understand; it was truly, truly beautiful. She tilted her head back, taking in the glittering chandeliers and intricate paintings of flowers and stars on the ceiling. She must have looked visibly awestruck, for she turned to her side to find Ichigo looking back at her, an odd, almost tender smile on his face. She gave him a sharp elbow in the ribs. “What? What’s with that dumb look?” She snapped.

“AGH! What the hell, Rukia?” He glared, letting out a sharp exhale before putting on another smile, this one more teasing. “N-nothing, I was just thinking...the last time I was here as a kid, I remember looking up at the paintings on the ceiling and counting all the stars as a way to pass the time. I guess I was just wondering if you were doing the same.”

Rukia blinked. It was rare for Ichigo to divulge….well, really anything about his past and his memories. To share this random little anecdote felt oddly intimate. She felt her cheeks warm slightly and turned away. “Heh, no I wasn’t counting, I was just...admiring. She looked back up and couldn’t help but laugh. “Ichigo, there are hundreds of stars, up there! Did you really count them all?” He looked up too and smiled wryly, shaking his head. “Nah, the show always started and the lights would go off before I ever finished. But...I like that I don’t know. It’s this weird, unfinished mystery that just...stays up there on the ceiling, y’know?”

His amber eyes and fiery-orange hair glowed in the warm light of the hall. He glowed. Does he even know how handsome he looks in that stupid tux? Rukia thought, torn between feeling endeared and annoyed. And spewing out weird, lovely musings like that, too. What an idiot.

She looked down at the program in her lap. In intricate, gold cursive, the words Lakmé: Opera en 3 Actes shone smack dab in the middle. “Is...is this in French?” she asked. “Yeah, but it’s okay; you see those black screens above the curtains up there? They’ll have translations…”

The lights began to dim.

Quickly, stealthily, Ichigo stole one last look at Rukia in full light. She was already a beautiful woman but tonight she practically glowed. With the help of Yuzu and Karin, she had parted her cropped hair to one side and teased it into elegant waves. She had reluctantly let them put makeup on her, too, and Ichigo had a hard time keeping his eyes away from her lips, soft and painted red like a pomegranate. She was wearing a dress that Ishida had surprised her with a few weeks ago, a wine-colored sleeveless piece that gently hugged her form and flowed past her knees. Yeah. She glowed. It was annoying.

Y’know, I bet she knows exactly how good she looks and is only pretending to be oblivious. He thought. What an idiot.

The red velvet curtains pulled back to reveal what looked like a stone courtyard on stage, adorned with all sorts of plants and exotic flowers. But the set was nothing compared to the music that emanated from the pit in front of the stage. She’d never heard anything like this. Not on the streets of Rukongai, nor in the banquets and gatherings in Seireitei. What was it Ichigo had called them? An orchestra. An orchestra, an orchestra, an orchestra. She had to remember that word. How so many voices, so many different strange and wonderful-looking instruments, could come together and create a sound so unified and sweet amazed her.

A procession of people dressed in long, unstitched garments came onto the stage, singing words Rukia could not understand. A big man, clad in a costume beard and yellow robe, opened his mouth and began to sing a solo.

Rukia froze.

It was obvious what he was doing required much skill, but….he sounded...funny? Rukia narrowed her eyes and fought a smile, trying to reason with this deep voice that shook with such a fervent vibrato.

She heard a snicker two chairs away from her, and turned to see Karin in the dim light, her face contorted humorously. Rukia was about to join her before Isshin turned to his daughter with a glare so scary and dangerous that any humor at all in both Karin and Rukia was effectively vanquished.

So entranced was she by the costumes and lights and flutes and cellos that the dark-haired shinigami found herself forgetting to glance up at the translations above the stage. She looked just enough times to gather that this was set in a temple in which rites were being performed. The ritual ended, and as smoothly as they glided in, the singers drifted back off the stage, leaving behind two women.

The women, arm in arm, walked down to the “river” on stage to gather flowers. The one dressed in red turned to her companion and began to sing:

Viens, Mallika, les lianes en fleurs

Jettent déjà leur ombre

Sur le ruisseau sacré

qui coule, calme et sombre,

Eveillé par le chant des oiseaux tapageurs.

Rukia froze once more. This time, there was no urge to laugh. Goosebumps rose on her arms. Her ears tingled. What, Rukia thought shakily. What is this?

The other, dressed in a simpler, sun-colored dress answered her friend in a voice just as haunting and sweet:

Oh! maîtresse, c'est l'heure

où je te vois sourire,

L'heure bénie où je puis lire

Dans le coeur toujours fermé

De Lakmé!

Rukia clenched her teeth, maintaining a stone-cold Kuchiki expression while her soul inside shook and quaked.

What is this?

Dôme épais le jasmin

Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin

Like flowers landing on the surface of a pond, their voices floated, glided, rippled through the hall, lighter than air.

À la rose s'assemble

The melody seemed to follow some invisible wave that drifted down, then up, then down, and down again. It was elegantly unpredictable, like the path a feather takes on the way to the ground.

Rukia’s throat caught. The swelling in her chest bewildered and almost angered her. This...this beauty was almost cruel. Her eyes felt hot. Her face remained expressionless.

Rive en fleurs, frais matin,

Sur la rive en fleurs, riant au matin,

I never did get the chance to understand what it is to live, Rukia thought. She had, in fact, died when she was only a baby.

I....could see traces of what life was in the youth and excitement of Ichigo and his friends...the sound of their laughter, their chatter about the future.

Nous appellent ensemble.

Viens, descendons ensemble.

With each rise and fall of their voices, Rukia felt as though her soul was expanding. The singers’ figures became blurry behind the tears that began to well in her eyes.

But this…this swelling in my chest, and the goosebumps on my skin. My throat...feels tight.

A tear broke free and began to trickle down her cheek.

Is this not the closest I’ve ever been to living?

Ichigo gazed steadily at the stage, letting himself float and drift with the melody. It was no wonder the Flower Duet was such a famous song, even to those unfamiliar with opera. He cleared his throat as quietly as he could and turned to check on Rukia. His jaw clenched.

Ah! glissons en suivant

Doucement glissons; De son flot charmant

She stood absolutely still, upright, her small, pale hands clenched into fists on her lap. She did not look at him. He watched with well-hidden astonishment as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She stared solemnly at the women on stage, blinking slowly. Her amethyst eyes glistened with the water and salt that filled them.

Le courant fuyant

Suivons le courant fuyant

A lump began to form in Ichigo’s throat. He turned away, back to the stage. He couldn’t put into words what she was feeling, but he felt he understood it. He didn’t want to intrude on her moment, but he also wanted to let her know that she was not alone. Even when they were worlds apart, he’d find a way to reach her. Slowly, his hand moved towards hers.

His fingertips lightly brushed her wrist, and traveled up towards the back of her hand.

Rukia kept her eyes fixed on the singers. She gave no indication that she even noticed his hand on hers. A twinge of disappointment and embarrassment stung him. I...probably ruined her moment. I shouldn’t have-

His heart stopped. Silently, suddenly, the slender, cold hand seized his own. She intertwined her fingers with his and squeezed lightly. She did not look at him.

Dans l'onde frémissante,

Dans l’onde frémissante

To this day Ichigo couldn’t say what the hell compelled him to do what he did next. Maybe it was the nearly two years of separation, or the swelling music and stupid, glittering, chandeliers messing with his head, or the way she gripped his fingers with such a quiet and loving intensity, or a mix of all of those things. Slowly, he raised her hand up, off her lap.

D'une main nonchalante,

D’une main nonchalante,

Rukia stirred, tilting her head slightly towards him. He brought her hand up to his face and slowly, gently, firmly, pressed his lips against her knuckles. Rukia’s eyes flashed wide open, and now she turned to look at him. Another tear rolled silently down her otherwise stoic face. Ichigo opened his eyes and looked back at her.

Dôme épais, blanc jasmin,

Sous le dôme épais, Sous le blanc jasmin,

Nothing was said, but a thousand words were exchanged between them. Ichigo lowered her hand but did not let go. They held their gaze for a moment longer, then turned their heads back towards the stage.

Nous appellent ensemble!

Ah! descendons ensemble!

#ichiruki #lakme #sooo sappy hehe opera makes me WEAK #im literally frasier #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #ichiruki fanfiction #deathberry

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mexican-owlgal · 3 years

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I just had to point out something I was wondering about.

Tenya Iida has what 3 shelves of glasses above his desk right ??

And 6 on each shelf?

And obviously he spends a lot of money on eye wear ( cause I know for a fact that eye wear is expensive )

But what I was wondering is - How much does he spend????

Take into account the type of frames he uses. Which is wire half frames right? Just the frames alone cost some where between $35 to $90 (also taking into account he is on the rich side of society he could be getting them from some place more expensive)Let’s just say he is on the expensive end and do about $50 cause they are probably steel that already is… 6x3= 18 18x50= 900. … The frames alone are about $1000

And then we add prescription lenses -_- Prescriptions cost some where ranging from $125 to $250 and that may or may not alreday include the anti-glare and blue light filter etc. Again he is on the rich side and from what I remember he kinda has bad eye sight (same) on each pair I’d say he spends may about $200 to $250 (and for the sake of calculating we’ll go with the highest number)

So then 18x250= 4,500 (@0@). Now first I’m just gonna round up to 5,000. Then we’ll add 5,000+1,000 = 6,000. There is about $6,000 worth of glasses in his dorm room!!!!!!!

Let’s go back to just one pair for a sec - 250+50 =300. One pair is $300. If he goes though like about 2-3 pairs of glasses let’s say in a month (trust me that is reasonable) 12x3= 36 and rounding up 40 he goes through about 40 pairs a year! (Okay, okay. May be not but just for the sake of this post lest just say he does) And If he starts with 20 pairs at the beginning of the year and only begins to buy more when he’s at 2 or so left. Around June is when he’ll start to buy more. I think he’d just stalk back up just in case. Cause if he goes through 3 or so a month he’d might as well stalk back up all the way better safe than sorry cause as a fellow glasses wearer I know how much it SUCKS to not have glasses when you use them daily. Okay let’s get back to the calculations - He has about 40 glasses a year so then. 40x300=12,000 Tenya Iida (maybe) spends about $12,000 a year on glasses!!!!!!! Ooohhh an here’s the kicker he is Japanese so hopefully it’s about the same cost so 12,000 converted into yen is - (@0@) 1,263,468 million yen!!!!!!!!!!

#wth is this #boku no hero academia #bnha tenya #tenya iida #this is in no way accurate #you can totally ignore this #or you can totally and are welcome to correct me #I got really curious okay???#im sorry #shitpost

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j--meat-hook--j · 4 years

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A Trip to the Mainland (Taiyuu cooking event) (?)

@taiyuu-high-oct

A Train from Taiyuu Island to Mainland Japan took a couple hours, hours of ocean, boredom and more ocean. Staring at the TV, Zeke remembered a time before Taiyuu, before Japan even.

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A small town on the coast of Germany, a large building, a small apartment.

A teenager enters, around 17 years old, wiping his feet and looking around, the clock reads 8pm. He spotted his younger brother in the living “room” by himself watching cartoons. The younger one couldn’t be older than 9.

“Hey, kiddo. Where’s Mum?”

“She got called into work.”

Frustrated in his mother’s irresponsibility and lack of note, the older brother tried to keep the conversation going as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Watchin TV.”

“Oh, so you found the remote?” “No.” Flick. The channel changed.

Opening the pantry the older brother found… half a loaf of bread and a whole lot of empty space.

“Have you had anything to eat yet?”

“No. Mum was gonna get groceries but she got called into work.”

Biting his fist in frustration, the older brother pounded the pantry door with his head. Silently seething in anger the older brother put on a happy face, the older brother came out and sat next to the younger brother.

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight, just you and me.” “Won’t Mum and Dad get angry?” “They’ll never know, I got a little extra money from work today.”

“I mean… sure.”

“Alright, get your stuff ready and we’ll leave in a few.” The older brother wrote a note for their Mother, if she returned home tonight.

When the two got ready and were almost out the door, the younger brother stopped.

“Umm... Schlaut?”

“What’s up Zeke?”

“Are you sure Mum and Dad won’t find out?”

“Hey, we’ll leave our trash in a public bin, they’ll never know.”

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Finally on the Mainland of Japan Zeke had a couple trips to make.

The first stop for today was to withdraw money, but look like a cool guy, Sunglasses on. Wandering around the Whatever City, Zeke can’t remember what it’s called, he started to get his bearings.

‘Alright, grocery shop’s there, post office’s there and-’

Zeke felt a rumble down to his core.

‘It’s going to be a thunderstorm tonight.’

Finally finding an ATM in Whatever City, that took forever. Taking his “Credit” Card out Zeke approached the ATM, noone was nearby anyway but he still felt he had to play the part.

Feeling the ATM Zeke felt all the different compartments, searching for the most used 4, Zeke found what he needed.

Trying the first one: Whirr, Zzzt And Dispense. 1000 Yen, not quite what he needed.

Next compartment: Whirr, Zzzt and Dispense. 5000 Yen, close but not the notes he needed.

The Third compartment: Whirr, Zzzt and Dispense. 10,000, exactly what Zeke needed.

Grabbing an extra 13 10k Yen bills Zeke had enough to pay for his tuition, with some left over.

That wasn’t right, only take what you need. Zeke remembered when this all became second nature to him, why quickly searching these machines became so easy.

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“That’d be 50 Euros sir.” A cashier lady, in a large mall grocery store.

“I’m really sorry, can you wave it just this once?” Schlaut, now at the age of 19, pleaded to the cashier holding a 20 Euro note.

“I’m sorry sir, if you couldn’t afford it you shouldn’t have picked it up.”

“But this is all we have for the week, we’ll go hungry without this food.” Schlaut

“Then get 20 Euros worth of food or get out of the store.”

“Fine. C’mon Zeke we’re outta here.” Zeke, now 11 years old, followed his brother out of the store.

“What’s the plan now Schlaut?”

“I dunno kiddo, we’ll figure something out.”

It wasn’t long into the usual walk home when they walked past an ATM, it’s screen illuminating the sidewalk. The screen flickered strange colours, reds, blues even a neon green. Schlaut paused, did a slow turn on his feet and paced to the ATM.

“Zeke?” “Yeah Schlaut?”

“Are you doing that?”

Zeke’s stiffened and he turned his face away from his brother.

“Zeke look at me.”

Zeke reluctantly looked at his Older Brother, the pupils of his brown eyes glowing a slight blue.

“Did I do something wrong?” Zeke was looking at the ground in shame.

“No no no no nononono nono, no Zeke. You did something very, very right.” Schlaut hadn’t felt this excited in a while.

“Let’s play a game Zeke, see if you can find some paper in this machine.” Schlaut pointed to the ATM.

“You mean money, isn’t that stealing?” Zeke was willing to do this, but he wasn’t very happy about it.

“Hey, we’re only going to take what we need ok? No more. We’re not villains, we’re survivors. See if you can find a 20 note and a 10 note.” Zeke had found a way to save us!

“Ok. I’ll try.”

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Returning back to the present Zeke held about 2000 Yen too much in his hands. The fridge at Taiyuu was running low, this money seems appropriate for everyone to use.

Zeke went to that small grocery store he passed by earlier. Fresh fruits and vegetables, that’s what Taiyuu needed, none of that instant shit. Apples, carrots, broccoli and one pack of the cheapest Cup Noodles he could find.

‘How would the others at Taiyuu react? I don’t think Sako or Spellman would be particularly fond of me anymore. Ah well, they won’t find out. All the years of pulling this same stunt we were only found out once.’

Zeke paid a total of 1962 yen.

“Have a good day.”

“Yeah, you too.”

‘Only found out once.’

Supermarket (Schlauts Quirk)

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“How’s that Zeke, just enough to get us through this week. Mum should have the day off tomorrow so we’ll cook a whole bunch then.” Schlaut, now 21, said to his brother Zeke, now 13.

“Yeah, maybe Dad’d have time to help as well.”

“I doubt it kiddo.”

RUUUUUUMMMBBBBBLEEE

“We should get going before it rains, seems like a storm is brewing.

Off they were on the usual walk home, Through an empty courtyard, groceries in hand. Not too much, just enough to get by.

“Hey Asshole!”

Schlaut turned, almost like he was expecting this.

“Yes, Gregory?”

A potbellied man, more of a sphere than a man, called out to the two.

“You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.”

“Us?” Zeke panicked.

“There’s about 4 of them, stay behind me Zeke.”

“What, who are you talking about, how do you know these people?”

“It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

3 other men came up from behind the Sphere Man. One looked too long to be normal, another looked like a leaf man, the last one had spines coming out of his back.

“Yeah, not so tough are ya now there’s more of us.” Sphere man said, he sounded like he was from New York, which is weird because this is Germany.

“Huh, Good one boss.” The Leaf Man said, he had a very deep voice.

“Yeah, good one boss.” The Spine Man said, he had a very snively voice.

“Hehehe, heheh hehehe hehehe” The Long Man said, he had a very creepy laugh.

“You made it easier for me.” Schlaut butted in, sounding far too confident for a 4 on 1 fight.

RUUUUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLEEEEE

Long Man reached over and punched Sphere Man in the face.

“Aaaah, Tony, whaddya doin? Hit him not me!” Sphere Man was both confused and angry

“Heheheh, heheh, Hehehehhe!” The Long Man’s laugh seemed very panicked and confused.

Leaf Man punched Spine Man, Spine Man grabbed Long Man. It was a free for all, none of the assorted goons and henchmen ever came near Schlaut and Zeke, Zeke leaned over Schlauts shoulder.

“What are they doing Schlaut? Why are they here?” Schlaut looked back at his younger brother. “Don’t worry, Zeke, they’re taking care of it themselves.” Schlaut looked at Zeke for a moment, just one moment was all it took for Zeke to notice the slight red glow from his brother's pupils.

It wasn’t too long before the four strangers were all on the ground unconscious. Not once did the 4 even take a step towards the Funkee brothers.

“Let’s go Zeke, it’s all taken care of.” “But… but-” “Let’s GO Zeke.”

RUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEE

They turned to continue on their way home, when Zeke heard skidding. No. Rolling? Turning around in curiosity Zeke saw Sphere Man rolling towards them, like a ball. A very angry ball.

“Schlaut, look out!” Zeke jumped, panicked and….

FLASH

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

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Not done for the day yet, still gotta send a letter off to Mum back in Germany, quick visit to the Posty and back to Taiyuu. Card, letter, shipping. Totaling 300 yen, that is cheap!

Hey Mum,

Taiyous Taiyuus going great, i think im really hitting it off with everybody here. This place seems more my style than uA anyway. Theres a whole bunch of really weird people here. One person can even shapeshit shapeshift!

Anyway hows things with you, hows the new job in France?

Has Schlaut come back yet?

Love,

Zeke

“Just one letter, wouldn’t a text be better?” The teller was confused.

“It’s just a little tradition we have. Notes and written things are easier to keep anyway.”

Zeke made his way back to Taiyuu, hours on the train, again. The news reports were going on about a villain by the name “The King”. Luckily Taiyuu covered the costs of going back to Mainland Japan. Making his way back to the kitchen area Zeke deposited the fruits and veggies into the communal fridge. However, Zeke kept the Noodle Cup.

Zeke set the kettle to boil and thought of the day everything changed, the day Schlaut left. There was no bang, there was no warning. Around when Zeke was 13 Schlaut just, poof, gone. The whole family thought he was dead for months until Zeke’s 14th birthday, where Zeke got an RC car, brand new and very high end. It came with a note.

Hey Kiddo, Happy Birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there this year

Noone ever really bothered Zeke again, of course Zeke still had his friends but noone bullied, assaulted or even annoyed him again. The icecream place even gave him a discount. Teachers were a whole lot nicer, even recommending him to hero courses like UA: LA, Shiketsu and Seijin. That was 2 years ago.

The screech of the kettle brought Zeke out of his thoughts. Filling his Cup Noodles with boiling water Zeke had made a shitty meal at Taiyuu.

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.”

Maybe not.

#taiyuu oct #Zeke Funkee #round 2 #cooking event

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wkngsnds · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope’s Peak High School Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko/Pekoyama Peko Characters: Pekoyama Peko, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko Additional Tags: Super late valentine day fic, this was going to be so much darker than before with other characters, but I though focusing on Peko for this would have been better Summary: Maybe coming to Hope’s Peak Academy was exactly what they needed to fix sixteen years of miscommunication and things left in silence

 Here is a very very late Valentine’s Day fic that I meant to post way earlier, but school. Hopefully, White Day will be on time or not as late.

Peko had arrived from Baiso* twenty minutes ago, but had stared intensely at the items laid out before her for the last fifteen minutes. This particular convenience store had student discounts given its location to Hope’s Peak, thus out of her 2,000 yen monthly stipend* she managed to save 1000 yen. It was enough to cover “bodily maintenance”, and given that she always managed to save from the month prior any quick emergencies were covered for.

In front of her, there were two small bags of dairy-free chocolate melts: one brown and the other white. Next to those was an all inclusive kit filled with: a bunny patterned silicone mold, two filling pipers, and two decorating pipers. In reality, there were a variety of molds presented in the store— above all else, there were hearts to every degree that they all but exploded across the wall. Those were immediately out of the question, of course. Below those were adorable animal shaped ones: bunnies, kittens, puppies, and the like; unfortunately, she lost this battle of self-control and gave into the demon of impulse, thus purchasing the aforementioned bunny set. For a moment in the store, she wondered if getting the more sophisticated mold kit would have been better. IF (and that was an incredibly large if) he had accepted her chocolates, Peko did not want him to feel as though she were emasculating him.

Quite the opposite really. She wanted to give him something that she enjoyed making for him.

Up until now, she had simply given him giri choco* along side a small, simplistic ‘thank you note’; one time she ‘changed things up’ and wrote ‘thank you’ in calligraphy rather than using a 0.5mm pen. Devoid of all personal attachment, it was professional and straight to the point: a token of her appreciation for allowing her to stay by his side after all these years. She knows she was a cause of stress for him, and she reckons she’s partly to blame for his severe insecurities, but he hasn’t forsaken her yet, and to that she’s grateful. She’s grateful to him for a lot of things. That being said, with their time at Hope’s Peak, Pekoyama now found the gesture inaccurate— that is, saying ‘thank you’ was lacking; it did not entirely encompass what she wanted to express. She was not certain what it was that she did want to express, but she knew it was far more than ‘thank you’. It’s why she had met with Hajime Hinata, the ex reserve course student who transferred along side Lady Natsumi, in secret, to start brainstorming. Granted, the idea of psychoanalysis outside the field of torture was pointless to her; Peko thought there was not much of her to ‘analyze’ in the first place. Yes, it can be said that she ‘passed’ the psychological assessment the school administered (by law) for freshmen, but those were simple yes or no answers that anyone could fib. Which she did. However, now she wanted to be honest with him…and with herself.

That’s right. Pekoyama Peko the Tool was going to confess her desire to be equals with her young master.

Even now, with no turning back, she was consumed with second thoughts: the kind that reached deep into her abdomen, and twisted her intestines, but she could only squirm in response (she’s familiar with the action because she’s done it to other people). If she went through with this—no, when she went through with this their relationship would change regardless of his answer. Peko understands what he has told her for the last… since they could speak, so the probability of him rejecting the notion is unlikely. But it’s not a 100% acceptance, either. If on the off chance he says no, that he has an epiphany overnight, and recognizes his role in the family (and thus hers to him) he could very well kill her on the spot if he so pleases. If he rejects her request but does not kill her, then their relationship would continue to strain. He might grow paranoid of her new attitude, thinking she might launch an attack on him, so he would have to have her killed and replaced.

The notion was as ridiculous as it was impossible; not him killing her, mind you, but her betraying him.

The swordswoman poured another cup of ginger tea from her electric kettle. ‘A good kind of nervousness’, was how Hajime described it: the kind of excitement that could easily be confused for dread— a fighting spirit clashing with a ten foot concrete wall.

“You definitely don’t look like a pushover, Pekoyama, but you do keep to yourself, right? So then you’re not the type to ask for much, but because of that something like this is even more nerve wrecking for you.”

“I suppose that makes sense. However, this is something he’s wanted for a long time, and now that I recognize it as something…that I want too, I do not understand why I am so nervous.”

“It’s okay to feel that way, Pekoyama. Even if you’re ready for it, not knowing exactly how things will turn out makes anyone nervous. It’s okay to feel that way, you have every right to.”

But was it really okay to tap into her emotions? Emotions clouded judgements, made some hesitate, and others get killed. Of course, it would be a lie to say she felt nothing at all in the years, but now she actually has deal with her feelings instead of running from them at her convenience. You see, suppressing her feelings had became a such a messy crutch while growing up, and it was one she didn’t realize she’d been using until she began to properly think for herself during her time at the school. It rationalized the deep rooted loneliness— convinced herself that she would only ever be “the other” in the room. It justified her murders of men and women whom she had only been told deserved to die. It made the dimly lit cellar (the one with the cage, two chairs, and a medical cart) which was layers below the estate bearable. Sometimes, it yielded her jealousy (Envy? Both?) of the pretty convenience store clerk whose face did not scare others and whose eyes were not monstrous like her own.

Above all, she feels a visceral reaction to the thought of being anything but a tool. Though, it was more that possessing a will of her own greatly unnerved her. And how could it not? The idea that she could make decisions for herself, possess her own morals, express her own preferences, care about herself beyond…basic maintenance of her body was completely foreign to her. Now, to search for those jaded fragments of herself without anyone’s permission but her own made her head pound. Peko sighed. Perhaps she should just leave the chocolates with a quick note in his locker early in the morning. What if her face became too intense and she scared him, again? Like she always did when they were younger. There was also the option of running up to him, all but shoving the chocolates into his hands, and running off to the school’s dojo to distract herself with training.

But that was the way of a coward, was it not?

If the kendo athlete wanted to cheap out, she would have just bought a generic chocolate set from the store. No, almost every action of hers was carefully planned out— with the exception of the mold choice, of course. Peko needed to do this, not just for him, but for herself. It was a battle unlike any she had faced before: that is, the fight for her own humanity.

Inhale.

Exhale.

One thing at a time, just like Hajime told her. For now, she retrieved the remaining tools— filling a small pot with water to create a Bain Marie on the hot plate. Beginning with the brown chocolate, she opens the bag carefully so as to not make an entire mess. Given the size of the bag, she would not have needed all its contents; however, with all of Hajime’s help she felt inclined to make a small batch for him as well. Granted, they were not to be specially molded as his were, and she’d only give him the brown one, but he was the first person she could truly call a friend. That, Peko thought, most certainly warranted homemade chocolate. It was funny, she’d spent her whole life with him, but they never connected the same way her and Hajime did.

Yet, she does not find herself discouraged by this fact. In a small way, she did feel guilty: information that he always asked for was given so willfully to a stranger who was only just assigned his title a few months prior. But, after tomorrow, it did not have to be that way. Mind you, Peko was still navigating in the dark— no she could navigate in the dark without her glasses on. She was navigating a battlefield without her sword at her hand, humongous warriors clashed all around her, there was torrential downpour with horrendous winds, and she didn’t have her glasses on. Yes, that was a better analogy. Point is, she still had no idea how to manage human relationships beyond a superficial level; even with Hinata’s bond, things were completely different with him. The bodyguard knows him; not everything about him (she gave him his privacy when she could), but they were as close as two non related humans could be. It was a closeness different from his with Lady Natsumi, that much is obvious.

Peko ponders for a moment. Did everything have to be different with him? That was the whole point of everything she’s done up until now, wasn’t it? That she wanted things to be different between them, but only to the extent in which the walls between them would be torn down. Maybe, like in her fashion, she was overthinking things again: taking them to an extreme rather than taking a moment to breathe. She would have to check the school’s roster for an Ultimate Yoga Instructor. Then, with the idea of finding one’s inner peace through slow movements, it clicks.

Honesty.

She just has to start by being honest with him, little by little. Even if she did not want bother him with her feelings, keeping them to herself will, no doubt, continue to worsen his trust in her. She wouldn’t start confessing her life, but small, in the moment conversations she thinks she can handle. Maybe, it could encourage him to open up to her as well. Like her, he was blunt with his words, but hardly honest with himself. He could come to her, as a trusted comrade to discuss his problems or plans without telling her not to worry about it or that he could handle it on his own. Hell, they could just talk about anything. They could talk like regular people.

The chocolates were finished, by the way; the small boxes were separated by receiver, and ready to accept their respective sweets. She is sure to distinguish the two by grabbing a post it note, writing “Thank you for all your hard work” upon it, and sticking it onto Hinata’s box.

Fuyuhiko’s box didn’t need a note. Her words would have to be enough.

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No amount of kendo tournaments, sessions with Hajime, nor appointed ‘jobs’ could have prepared Peko for the sheer terror she felt at the moment: sitting in front of the fountain, waiting for him. She first intertwined her hands to yield their incessant tapping from her knees, but her thumbs begin to fidget. Then, she decided to sit on them, but of course her legs began to bounce hard enough that the tap tap tap of her heels began to irritate herself. Finally, she stood up and began to circle the fountain with a controlled speed in hopes of calming her heart. What good would it do if she couldn’t even get her words out? It was a miracle the swordswoman managed to invite him here in the first place.

She took a deep breath, ‘Excuse me, Ku-Kuzuryu?’ They we’re still in class, so she had to whisper less Mioda overheard even though she was currently in conversation.

‘Huh? What’s up?’ He responds just as quietly, but he doesn’t turn all the way to face her. For that she’s grateful.

‘I…I need to speak with you. May we please meet at the fountain after school?’

‘O-Oh, sure. Everything good?’

‘Yes!’ She answered good quickly, ‘That is to say, there is nothing to be concerned about. Well, there is something, b-but it does not endanger your safety.’

‘…Okay? After school, fountain. Got it.’

In hindsight, she should have shut up after ‘yes’, but her nerves had been on edge since she woke up. Although no drama-like hijinxs occurred, Pekoyama hadn’t realized how intense her gaze was until Hajime pointed it out when she delivered his chocolates. She doubly thanked him for calling her out, least she scarred him off. After the Ultimate Counselor bid her good luck, Peko all but sped walked to the fountain, and even managed to leave class four minutes earlier.

It’s not until her fourth turn around the fountain that Pekoyama sees him through the gushing water. Maybe it was the angle of the sunset, but he looked particularly handsome in this light. Walking back to the bench with her bag, she quickly greets him as per usual.

“So, what’s up?”

It was now or never.

“Ha-Happy Valentines D-Day, Fuyu…hiko.” Having taken out the chocolates from her bag, she bows with her arms extended towards him.

“Did you just…?” For a moment, she begins to panic; she was still bowed, so she could not see the look of utter of shock on his face— not mortified or disgusted, like she thinks, just…surprised. Not knowing this, she tenses, but this time in fear of disrespecting him; he already had been at the estate, and she didn’t want to join the lot that did. Peko tried her hardest not grip the box too tightly in her hands, but her heart pounded in her throat while seconds felt like hours awaiting his response.

But then, her hands feel light as he takes the box from her. She straightens up immediately with an eagerness to see his reaction.

“D-Did you make these? Just for me?”

“Yes!” But that wasn’t entirely honest, “I did give chocolates to Hinata, but only with what I had left, a-as a thank you for being…a friend to me. But yes…I made them with you in mind.”

“It’s okay, Peko, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” She watches the way his fingers linger over the box cover, “Can I…is it okay if I try one now?”

The setting sun reflects its red lights upon his cheeks, or so she assumes. Nevertheless she urges him to do so while letting him know they were dairy free, and so safe for him. He takes it upon himself to sit down when opening the box (his hands were shaking too), and she could only stand there gawking like an idiot until he tells her sit down as well. She doesn’t sit immediately next to him, but the gap is not as wide as it was months ago. In fact, the physical gap between them hadn’t been so wide for the past few weeks— however, whether that was intentional or not was an entirely different discussion.

“That’s right…” He says, smiling down at the chocolates, “You try to hide it, but you like cute things like this, don’t you?”

“That’s…”

His grin widens at her heated face, “Fluffy things, the color black, and cute crap are the stuff you like best, yeah? Hey! Don’t act so surprised; I know you more than you think I do.”

In the moment, Peko hadn’t known her heart could pound against her ribs without performing a highly intensive workout. She wasn’t one for many words, but even now it was particularly difficult to do so. Part of her wants to remain silent, watching him take his first bite in some irrational hope that he suddenly developed telepathy and thus could read her thoughts. That way, he could understand exactly what she wanted to say to him without her tongue twisting in some foolish manner. There would be no more miscommunication or ‘almost spoken things’ between.

But, nothing in life were that easy. So, she forces herself to speak,

“How….are they? Does it agree with your stomach?”

“Perfect.” Though, she does not know that even if they were horrible, he still would have eaten if only because she made. Unfortunately, he was always bad with words as she was.

“Really?” Her eyes lit up, “I am…glad you enjoy them.”

“Yeah, they are. I’m so used to you just leaving some store bought ones on my desk, so when I only saw Natsumi’s karinto I-I got a little worried you weren’t going to give me some this year.” He covers the box just as carefully as he opened it, “But then I realized it was unmanly and, frankly, shitty for me to just assume you’d give me something.”

“N-No no, it isn’t. It’s only logical to expect chocolates after years of receiving them. I simply wanted to make them this year.” She takes a deep breath this time, feeling a sense of chills drowning her, “However, the chocolates are not…the only reason I asked to meet with you.”

“O-Oh, yeah? Why, uh, why else did you want to see me?”

“I….please forgive me, but to say something like this…I do not know if my words will come out correctly.”

“T-There’s no way to know if you don’t say it.” Unbeknownst to her, his heart also felt like it would explode at the moment even when he tries to slouch to appear more casual. Yet, he also sits up to let her know he was most definitely listening to her, “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Right, well th-that is…” She places a hand on her chest, trying and hoping to calm her erratic beating, “I think,” She breathes again, “No, I have reached the conclusion, on my own, that I do not…” Remember to look at him, “I do not want to be your tool anymore.”

“…Peko?”

But she can’t handle the way he stares back at her, not with repugnance nor detestation, but completely flabbergasted. Truthfully, meeting the gaze of his widened golden eyes (the same eyes which pulled her through on so many occasions) is too much for her right now.

“Y-You needn’t worry, of course. I do not intend to cease my efforts in keeping you safe. Protecting you is something that is incredibly important to me, and it always will be!” It’s the only thing she can say confidently, “However, now it is because I…I care about you. Because I want to care about you.”

Surprisingly, the more she spoke the less dread she felt,

“I realize now that these feelings are not of obligation, but a result of my…h-human self. There are still things I do not know, things that I do not remember, and things I do not comprehend when it comes to being a person. To be honest, ‘being myself’ is an…overwhelming goal to achieve, and I do not really know where to begin. However, I do know that from today onwards I want stay by your side out of my own fee will. I want to see the same horizons you do, to fight along side you.” Finally, with furrowed brows, she looks at him, “I-Is that okay? Is…is it wrong?”

15 seconds….34 seconds…1 minute…

“How could that ever be wrong?” He finally responds to her, “I’ve told you time after time, but I guess I was too much of an impatient asshole, and just needed to let you figure it out for yourself. I’m sorry for that, Peko.”

“Does this mean…you’ll accept me as I am? To be along side you?”

Peko is caught off guard when he takes her closest to him into both of his: not squeezing, but holding it between his own. She’s sure he can feel her erratic pulse, the way he thumbed over her wrist as held her. She doesn’t pull away from him— she never wanted to, and now she doesn’t have to. At least, when they were like this.

“If that’s what you really want, then there’s no way I’d ever stop you.” He stops petting her hand for a moment, “But…you have to let me protect you too.”

Huh?

“I do not entirely understand.”

His grasp tightens and his gaze does not waver, “You said that you care about me, right? W-Well it’s the same for me, too, ya know? I don’t order you around, because I didn’t want you to think I only thought of you as a tool for me. I never did. I also didn’t want to put your life in danger even if the old man thinks otherwise. I know you’re strong, much stronger than me, and you’re perfectly capable of taking care yourself, but I…I still want to defend you. I know I have a ways to go myself, but I want to be a man that you can readily rely on, a confidant, your friend, and maybe e-even…” He trails off after that, the red on his cheeks deepening as he removed one hand to adjust his tie; it was a nervous tick of his she knew well.

Without realizing, she’s smiling gently at him. For once, Peko allows herself to be in the moment. She let’s herself be.

“Well then, I am in your care, Fuyuhiko.”

#kuzupeko #posted here if you can’t access ao3

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lunawings · 5 years

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I completed the ultimate journey to prove my love for Ruby Kurosawa (1/19/2019)

Or maybe the ultimate journey would have been to go to Numazu just to eat that giant Ruby birthday parfait at the Sun! Sun! Sunshine cafe, but I never got to do that and I think I have successfully atoned with this.

I’m going to describe this in like... excruciating detail just so that a record remains for anyone else looking into embarking on this same journey.

So basically, if you visit Numazu there are unique stamps and sometimes badges of Aqours members you can collect at different businesses around town. The hardest one of all I believe, is a Ruby badge. (Tied with a Kanan badge in the same area.) See below:

The red circle is the main Numazu city area, the blue circle is Uchiura area where a lot of the anime took place, and the pink circle... is Ose Cape (大瀬崎) where I had to go for the Ruby badge.

Every time I have ever been to Numazu, I always left whining that I could not get that one holy grail of a badge.... until now.

There are only two buses leaving from Numazu city which go all the way out to Ose Cape on the weekend (many buses go in that direction but not all the way) and they are at 10:25 and 16:35. (Also 6:35 am but only on weekdays.)

However, the last bus back From Ose Cape on weekends is at 12:09.

So basically what this means is, if you take that 16:35 bus from Numazu on the weekend... you ain’t getting back. So the only option on the weekend is to take the 10:25 there, which takes over an hour and gets in at around 11:40, and from there then you have about 30 minutes to make sure as hell you get that badge and get back on the bus.

Admittedly it is easier on weekdays, as there is a bus back at 18:15, but I hope you like looking at the ocean because unless you plan on diving or something that’s what you’ll be doing for the next six hours until the next bus comes....

So I decided to try for that 10:25 to 12:09 run. Before getting on the bus, I agreed with myself that if I missed the 12:09 bus back I would be fine with walking 3 hours back to Uchiura if that’s what I had to do. But on the way there I soon realized that would not be possible. Not because of the distance, but because of the roads: The farther you get from the center of Numazu, the thinner the roads get and there is no sidewalk.

On one side a mountain, on the other a drop down into the abyss.

By the way this has nothing to do with this story but on the way you pass by this abandoned bus....

It’s a “bus restaurant bar” and looks like it still has alcohol bottles inside... it also says “Yokohama Bay City” on it, which is nowhere near Numazu, so damn I would love to know the story how it ended up here.

But anyway.

So I got to Ose Cape and left the bus in quite a panic because I felt I just could not afford miss that 12:09 bus back.

I must have looked it, or at least looked very out of place, because a man came out of a diving shop and said “Can I help you?”

So I was like “Um umm um.... where can I buy a Ruby badge....”

And he was like oh, follow me. So I followed him to the gift shop next door which he opened for me and sold me a badge. Whether it was actually open at this time or he opened it just for me, I’m not sure. But at this point I was so embarrassed I ended up just buying one badge because I couldn’t bring myself to ask for more. BUT YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE I WILL TREASURE IT.

The display they had in the gift shop:

The badge:

The huge mob of divers on the beach:

And thus finally completed my Numazu Ruby badge collection! (....Or at least, that’s what I would have said if I didn’t double check only to realize there was a new one I didn’t have yet, but luckily that one was in a MUCH easier place.)

At this point I didn’t even want to risk getting lost to find the Kanan badge that is also supposed to be here somewhere and just headed back to the bus stop.

This is where our story should end and would have ended if wasn’t A COMPLETE IDIOT. But I actually ended up walking back part of the way even though I did make the bus.

For the sake of helping anyone else that may find themself in this situation (or perhaps just for your amusement more likely...) I will continue the story for anyone who wants to read....

I got back on the bus so quickly I didn’t notice that I actually didn’t have money for it. Buses in Numazu don’t take IC cards like the buses in bigger cities usually do, and you can only pay with exact change. There is a machine to make change on the bus but it can’t take anything over a 1000 yen bill. I only had a 5000 yen bill, which I could not break down, and about 600 yen in change. I knew 600 yen wasn’t enough to get me back to Numazu or even the Uchiura area, but if I rode the bus longer than 600 yen I would have to pay 5000 yen without getting any change back.

So I rode for about 600 yen, got off the bus and was like... Lol K now what.

I wasn’t too panicked though. It was a beautiful frikkin day and I still had six hours to make it back to Numazu before the CYaRon live viewing show I was planning to go to that evening.

I decided to just try walking the remaining 1-2 hours back to Uchiura where there is much more civilization, but soon re-realized that wasn’t possible. After walking for about 20-30 minutes the road just got too narrow with no visibility and I decided it was just too dangerous to risk it.

Luckily I made it far enough to be back in an area with more buses though, and I did technically have money for the bus, but just not the right kind of money. So I started looking around for some type of business where I could buy something and get change for 5000. I saw nothing. One side of the road was houses, on the other was the ocean and Mount Fuji.

So I was like... OK... my options are a.) Risk getting hit by a car, b.) Knock on the door of some random house and beg for change, c.) Call a taxi? But even if I did I wouldn’t know how to tell them where I was (....between a house and Mount Fuji) and if even I did then I might as well just spend 5000 yen to take the bus anyway.

Still, I wasn’t too panicked because after all it wasn’t raining, it wasn’t hot, and I was in one of my fucking favorite places in the whole world. There are much worse situations to get stuck in.

So I took out my phone again and started looking for some kind of business in the area.

I found... and I still can’t believe how lucky I was... a mandarin orange warehouse. But attached to that mandarin orange warehouse was an agricultural bank... which was not open on weekends but BUT!! It had an ATM which was open AND SOMEHOW accepted my out of prefecture bank card!! So I was able to get some 1000 yen bills to take the bus. PHEW!!!

So I walked back to that nearest bus stop between the house and Mount Fuji. There I took the below photo (Fuji just visible in the top right) and sat for about an hour waiting for the next bus to come.

But I did not mind in the slightest.

When the bus finally came I took it back to Uchiura where I went to the seafood restaurant that had the actual final Ruby badge. Then waited at that bus stop for another hour to get back to Numazu. I took this photo of my bag then with, finally, the complete set (for now anyway) of seven badges in it:

I got back to Numazu in plenty of time for that CYaRon viewing and that’s the story.

So if you’re ever going to visit the Numazu area and want some advice hit me up!

Or maybe don’t, re-reading this catastrophe....

But it did all work out fine in the end and I think I succeeded in proving my love for Ruby.

Kicked off of the bus For not quite enough money It’s snowing on Mt. Fuji

#ruby kurosawa #numazu #love live!#llss #love live! sunshine!!#love live sunshine #love live

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princessesofauradon · 6 years

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Lana: Isle vs Auradon

a/n yes it is I, Bianca, aka @darlingsteveharrington , back from the dead and ready to write for Descendants again. So I posted these a while back and I have since revamped them and I am so much happier with these. My babies have been reborn!!!! I’m so happy to be writing for them again I missed them so much anywho (also requests anyone?)

also shoutout to @askhaylieooc I saw your ask and I have no clue what happened but it’s not there anymore :( I did see it though and thank you 1000 times over for showing interest in my OC's and inadvertently helping me start writing for them again <3

Lana on the Isle

All through her childhood Lana never once stepped foot on the Isle. She was raised in the Underworld by her father. The closest she ever got to it was her father’s restaurant and even that place was nothing compared to what was outside its walls. Her mother died on the Isle of the Lost and, despite what most people thought about him, Hades was almost overprotective of Lana.

She has on occasion visited Mount Olympus though. It was always when there was a meeting of the Gods. Her father, being the God of the Underworld, was invited to them (albeit a little reluctantly). The Gods were different than the people down on Auradon. Staging a failed coup wasn’t the worst thing one of them had done and so they always greeted Lana with open arms. It was during one of those visits when she met Kellan wandering around the gardens.

That was the first time Lana had had a living friend. A few days later Yen Sid delivered a letter to the restaurant. Kellan had sent it to her from Auradon. They exchanged letters back and forth and Yen Sid soon became her designated messenger, not that he minded much.

Hades was quite possibly the only parent on the Isle who genuinely cared about his kid. He had a temper, for sure. More times than one he banished people’s souls but still, that was tame compared to some of the more…spirited villains. It was part of the reason why Hades had avoided sending her to both Dragon Hall and Serpent Prep. Instead, he sent her to Elysium three times a week to be taught by some of the better ancient philosophers. “C’mon Lana, who doesn’t want to be taught by some dead guy who everyone thinks is so great”

Hades actually tried to talk Lana out of finally heading up to the Isle. “Lana, those people are crazy. Trust me, you don’t want to be around them” “Can’t be any crazier than the ones down here” After a lot of arguing Lana finally convinced him to let her see the Isle. They compromised and he armed her with a dagger that was said to be able to rip the soul straight out of your body.

Lana was a bit of an urban legend around the Isle so there was a lot of talk when she finally left the Underworld. Mal and Jay were the first ones to approach her. “It’d be in your best interest to fall in line with us. I’ll even teach you everything you have to know about his place personally” “Sorry, I don’t fall in line very well”

That day she went to Yen Sid to pick up her letter and that was when she was approached again. “Your Hades’ kid?” “Who’s asking?” “He came to the Chip Shop a few days ago and told us you’d be heading up soon. Recommended we take you under our wing” “Did he? And who might you be?” “Uma”

Uma and her pirate crew adopted Lana almost immediately. They called her ‘the purest thing on the Isle’. Lana hadn’t been exposed to enough of the chaos to become as corrupted as the rest of them and it had made her more than a little naive. She was trained to defend herself by Uma’s best, Harry and Gil.

It wasn’t long before she ran into Evie in the markets. Lana caught her trying to take some fabric from one of the little shops. “You really should get better at that, you know” They talked for hours and eventually somehow ended up in Evie’s castle looking at all her designs. They exchange some scraps they had gotten ahold of and at the end of the night they’ve successfully made each other a new outfit. Lana becomes almost as close with Evie as she was with Uma and the crew.

Lana told Evie about her single encounter with Mal and she laughed. Ultimately she did convince Lana to talk to her one more time to try and fix things. Reluctantly, Lana followed Evie to Mal’s loft and although she didn’t think she was the best, at least they were on speaking terms. Jay she thinks is pretty okay. Besides Evie, Carlos is her favorite.

She watches him tinker with whatever objects he can find. Eventually, she develops a habit of stealing items from the pile of things that had been confiscated from the new souls. She takes whatever she thinks Carlos will like and gives them to him. They have a lot of surprisingly meaningful talks late at night as he’s messing with whatever object she’s brought him.

The more time Lana spent up on the Isle, the more she realized why everybody, didn’t matter where they were from, looked towards Auradon with longing. It was just out of arms reach, taunting them every single day and she too grew tired of it quickly.

Two guards, each with the symbol of the palace, found Lana one day and handed her two letters. She recognized the one from Kellan and opened it immediately. You’re going to love it here, Lana. I convinced Ben to let you come along and I’m already making a list of everything you have to see first. Lana protested going to Auradon all the way back to the Chip Shop.

“There’s no way I’m going off to Auradon while all of you stay here” “You’re going Lana” “No I’m not. Good luck making me” “You can’t just turn down the prince of Auradon” “I can and I will” “No you won’t” “I’m not leaving you all behind. You’re all more deserving of that place than I am” “Then go and you can help get us there next”

It took hours of convincing before Lana agreed to consider going. She went back to the Underworld to talk to her dad about it. She was more than a little surprised by his answer. “Take the chance to leave while they’re giving it to you” “But what about you?” “I’m gonna be fine, Lana. Besides I got Cerberus to keep me company”

Lana watched the Isle disappear from the back window, almost melancholy.

Lana in Auradon

Lana’s foul mood disappeared quickly once she saw Auradon up close for the first time. She stepped out of the limo that was sent to pick them up and immediately more whispers started. Everybody had a good feeling about who she was for two reasons. One, she was obviously not completely human: the children of the Gods were always exceptionally radiant in a way no one could quite put their finger on. Two, Kellan hadn’t stopped talking about her.

Kellan wasted no time in rushing through everybody, running past Ben and Audrey (almost knocking over Fairy Godmother in the process) and practically tackling Lana as he shouted her name repeatedly. The two of them talk animatedly back and forth for a few minutes, not paying any attention at all to what Ben is saying. It’s not until he clears his throat, telling them he’s about to start the tour that they pay him any attention. Kellan literally begs Ben to let him take Lana. “Come on, babe! I promise I’ll bring her to you in one piece later. (Ben agrees, mostly because he is almost incapable of saying no to him)

Lana takes to Auradon immediately. By the end of the day, she’s caught on to plenty of things and talking to dozens of people. She even talked to Chad for a while, whether it was completely civil is up for debate. As promised, Kellan takes Lana to Ben and needless to say she had a lot of things to say to him. Ben had never been so intrigued by somebody the way he was with Lana at that moment.

It doesn’t take very long for Fairy Godmother to realize that Lana is way ahead of the others academically. “Please, the schools on the Isle are a joke. Maybe if you spent more time trying to educate people other than the royal kids we would have genuinely reformed villains kids” Her constant remarks are what land her in Remedial Goodness 101 with Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Mal.

Lana spends a lot of time learning the politics of everything and what the best way to get her friends off the Isle would be. She asks Ben a lot of questions, after all, who better to ask than the future king? More than a few times she’s been found sitting where ever faces the Isle, a guilt-ridden look on her face.

Lana quickly becomes a huge fan of tourney. Kellan drags her to practice one day and she gets probably way too into it. After one practice Kellan offers to show her the ropes and she quickly finds out she’s terrible at it. Nonetheless, she still enjoys watching and a couple Friday nights later she starts getting way too into the games.

After Jay, Carlos, Evie, and Mal get a call with their parents Lana gets one with her dad. They spend a good hour or two talking and only stop when Kellan joins them. “Oh hey Uncle Hades” “Kid, I’m not your uncle” “You kind of are though”

The longer she spends in Auradon, the better Lana gets at hiding how mischievous she really is. She’s able to talk her way out of whatever trouble she gets into. Usually anyway. Ben is the only one she just can’t seem to convince and it drives her insane.

Speaking of, she hates the fact that Mal opted to use a love potion on him. True love is a big concept on Auradon and although Lana didn’t quite believe in it herself it wasn’t fair to be manipulating it. It causes a huge rift in her already rocky friendship with Mal. “Oh come on, your dad is a villain just like our parents. Don’t act like you don’t want what we do” “Of course I do but manipulating somebody into thinking they love you just to use them to do your bidding is terrible on a whole other level!”

She may not agree with Mal’s method but she still takes her side after the whole incident on family day. Lana was easily the one who had fit in on Auradon the fastest and easiest. Her father had been declared a villain and so that made her a villain’s kid, despite people’s opinions that she ‘didn’t count’.

Later that day is the first time Lana’s hair turns to flames. Some snide comments from more than a few people set her off. She starts screaming profanities, her eyes go dark, and her hair turns to blue flames. She ends up being dragged away from the scene by Jay. It takes close to four hours for the flames to die down.

She has to be carefully guarded until everything dies down. It means Kellan gets into a lot of fights that week. At one point it’s the about the twelfth time he’s late to class and Lana has had enough. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m defending you” “I can handle myself, thank you very much” “Yeah well it’s been proven that you’re scary when you’re angry so trust me, getting punched by me is the better option”

Evie requests Lana’s help in getting their coronation outfits ready and the two of them have the time of their lives. One conversation leads to another and somehow they decide to create their own label if all goes well.

Lana’s thrown off by the entire coronation. She quickly comes to the realization that she doesn’t like the spotlight. A lot of her time is spent beside her family who all came down just for Ben’s coronation. She spends it mainly with Persephone, who reminds her of a lot of home and her father.

She’s a little bit surprised after the whole fiasco that happened at the coronation. But she can’t deny that the second Maleficent shows up she begins plotting how to get her friends off of the Isle. Her attention is taken, however, by Mal insisting that she wants to change. If she’s honest, she had no idea that was going to happen. But still, she helps defeat Maleficent and watches as everybody comes to again. “What was that?” “That was me taking into account what you said. Turns out you were right, Lana”

Lana and Evie offer to make Adelaide and Eva outfits for some event they both have to go to and they love them. Soon the two of them are getting commissions from most of the girls in school. They send Kellan and Jay on runs to get more materials for them and they quickly establish a system that works near perfectly.

Two months after the coronation Lana starts spending a suspicious amount of time with Ben. Suspicious in the sense that he always seems to be around, whether it’s while she’s hiding in Kellan’s room or running into him in the most random of places.

It works to her advantage eventually. Even as time passes she doesn’t forget about trying to get her friends off of the Isle of the Lost. She has her fair share of arguments with Ben about laws and proclamations and such. “It’s not as simple as you make it seem” “Isn’t it though? I’ve been through countless pages of documents and there’s not much standing in your way. You’re the King of Auradon, Ben!” “You are insufferable you know that?” “Likewise”

There is so much tension between the two of them and everybody starts noticing it. It isn’t until a conversation Lana has with Mal one day that she realizes it herself though. “You know even while under that love spell, which is one of the most powerful, mind you, Ben always found a way to bring you up” “No he didn’t” “Oh I can assure you, he did”

Lana is the most stubborn person and so the next day she very begrudgingly asks Ben if he wants to go to some postseason party Kellan is throwing with her because “everyone says we have tension and I kind of think they’re right so here I am embarrassing myself and I get-” “It took you long enough” They’re officially dating the next morning.

Lana finally draws up a proposal that both Ben and his committee agree on and not even a week later Uma, Harry, Gil, and the rest of the crew are on Auradon. She is so excited and literally will not leave them alone. It’s then that she understands Kellan’s enthusiasm when she first arrived. “Lana that’s the fourth bathroom you’ve shown us, I think we’re okay for now”

Exactly a day later she’s causing trouble with them again and it’s like she never left them. Lana also may or may not have gotten a little emotional. “You said you’d get us here and you did” “How could I possibly leave you guys behind?”

#lana has so much potential #i'm excited to get to write more!#also i need to revamp my tags lmao #lana #lana elsie #daughter of hades #my ocs #my oc #lana headcanons

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yaboylevi · 6 years

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Today I finally went to the SnK exhibit at the IG Store. I've been meaning to go since it opened but didn't have the time until now. You've probably already seen dozens of photos about it, just like I did, but I wasn't ready for what this little exhibit really is. Mainly because you can't take photos or videos of the Real Deal. As you can see, behind that gorgeous Levi stand, the real-life reproduction of the 3DMG and the poster for Season 3, there are some artworks.

In the case at the center of the room, a total of 24 Levi's iconic moments from Season 1 and 2 make an appearance. Truly magnificent.

On the far wall, there are 25 of the best scenes from Season 2 right next to their sketched versions, with little annotations from animators.

A really nice touch was the Original Soundtrack playing in the background. (It's almost obvious because, at every Shingeki exhibit/event I go, music from the anime is always playing one way or another, but from the photos, you can't tell and you probably didn't know. It's so nice!)

A few close-ups.

This man is so gorgeous, who gave him the right, I'm so mad!!! Okay, jokes aside, at the bottom there is a little plaque that says "Taking photos is OK. Touching him is OK, too." and wow...THEY KNOW. But, no, I didn't touch him. I wanted to, don't get me wrong. But I am not worthy of touching this angel. (The truth is: I was sure that if I did it, I wouldn't have been able to suppress a squeal.)

Pretty cool, but I had already seen it at the Skytree Exhibit, although it was in a glass case and I couldn't take a proper photo at the time.

And then, on the far left, there was what I like to call, The Shrine. I want to kiss whoever made this, really. On top of this, a wall of messages from fans for Levi's birthday. Every message was so full of love, Levi come back soon please we miss you.

"Captain Levi, Happy Birthday!!" (Forgive the bad quality of the photo above, I was happy and excited...)

There was also a pile of leaflets advertising the next gatcha in the Chain Puzzle game. The Shiganshina Trio is truly adorable, dressed up to celebrate the new year!

And that's it for the exhibit part. After that, I went to the actual store and bought Levi's tea (again), which contains only 5 tea bags, but the metal box makes up for the price, and the official anime illustrations book, which is massive, I did not expect that! And the artworks in it are amazing. I wasn't sure about it but turns out I really love it, I definitely recommend it if you have 15$ to waste on merch!

A close-up of the tea box:

And finally, Levi's postcards. 1 for free every 1000 yen. This man is a masterpiece.

#my very long post about the IG experience #in which I definitely don't lose my pants for levi #levi ackerman #snk #mine #there was a 40yo woman with his husband and they were gushing about Levi. adorable.#I love levi.........where are you???

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hawkogurl · 6 years

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um hi, so for the asagao prompt thing, i was wondering if you could do caddimoose with prompt 3. “get over it, pussy” please and thank

All I know is that it escalated quickly

Its under the thing obviously.

Caddy really didn’t know how he thought he could beat Ian at Dumblidoom´s Revenge. He had decided that today was when he was going to make a move on his crush, and apparently, one Hidden Block Party, and a ton of cheap soda later, his brain had decided that making a move included betting his crush 1000 yen that Caddy could beat him at his own hecking game.

And several minutes later he was 1000 yen poorer, but regretting buying that case less. It did its job and his phone had not broken when Caddy had thrown it across the room. So, that was a plus.

So, as curfew neared and Hidden Block left the clubroom, (and Caddy was still raging about his loss,) Caddy really had not expected Ian to grab him by the shoulders and say, ¨Get over it, pussy. If it’s really that big of a deal, then we can settle this at my dorm. Now.¨ (To be fair, Caddy really wasn’t sure what he expected Ian to do)

As the rest of Hidden Block let out cries of ¨Kinkyyyyyyyyyyy!¨ behind them, he and Ian headed to the latters dorm.

2 enraging hours of Nario Kart later, the two boys found themselves at a tie breaking round. And then Caddy found himself in first place. Which was one way to show off to your crush. Beat ´em in Nario Kart.

One blue shell later, Caddy was no longer in first. And his brain had died and was rotting away in his skull, leaving Caddy´s sugar high body to do whatever the heck it thought was a good idea.

And apparently rage-kissing Moosey was filed under a ¨good idea¨ at that time. Great. He subconsciously decided full blown kissing his crush rival on the lips was a good idea. Great.

Also, he seriously had better things to think about than that he had seriously enjoyed that. Gosh dangit rotting brain. A good example of the above would be how mortified Ian looked at the moment. Greeeeeeeeat.

He heard Ian drop his controller. And then he felt Ian slap him across the face.

Yeah, Caddy probably deserved that.

Wait. Why had he just grabbed Caddy by the shoulder. Wait. Why was he cupping his hand around Caddys cheek. Wait. Why was Ians face this close. Wait. Why were they kissing again. What was happening.

Ian pulled away for a moment, to mutter, ¨I like you too, douchebag.¨ and pull him back into the kiss.

Well, okay then. Caddy regretted the first kiss no longer.

#caddimoose #asks #prompts #requests

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swamijigems · 3 years

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GLIMPSES OF NITHYANANDA SATSANGH || 23 FEB 2021 23 FEBRUARY 2021, TUESDAY (IST)8:01 AM - SPH APPEARANCE SHAKTI PADA AND SHAKTINI PADA WITH THE LIVE DARSHAN OF THE SUPREME PONTIFF OF HINDUISM (SPH), JAGATGURU MAHASANNIDHANAM (JGM), HIS DIVINE HOLINESS (HDH) BHAGAVAN NITHYANANDA PARAMASHIVAM. TODAY IS THE SEVENTH DAY OF THE RAJARAJESHWARI BRAHMOTSAVAM. DEVI RAJARAJESHWARI IS GRACING US IN SARVA ALANKARA IN SWARNA HAMSA VAHANA. THE UTSAVA VIGRAHA (DEITY) OF THE SPH IS GRACING AS MAHESHWARI (FROM THE SIXTH DAY’S ALANKAR).*08:16 AM TO 09:40 AM IST - NITHYANANDA SATSANG*PARAMASHIVA’S MESSAGE DIRECTLY FROM KAILASA:*THIS ROYAL SACRED SECRET SCIENCE OF KAYAKALPA, IS THE BEST METHODOLOGY TO HAVE SUPERCONSCIOUS BREAKTHROUGH.

*IT DOES NOT REQUIRE HARD WORK. IT REQUIRES JUST SINCERE WORK.*STEP BY STEP I WILL REVEAL THIS SCIENCE. YESTERDAY, I WAS SHARING THE INITIAL INTRODUCTION / SECRET OF KAYAKALPA SCIENCE.*NOW I WILL START SHARING MORE DETAILS.

*LISTEN TO THIS ONE WORD: ‘EXPANDING YOUR ABILITY TO COGNISE.’

*ARUNAGIRI YOGISHWARA WILL ALWAYS INSIST THAT I EXPERIENCE VAST SPACE.

*KAILASA IS INSIDE THE ARUNACHALA HILL. PARAMASHIVA HIMSELF RESIDES THERE UNDER THE BANYAN TREE AND TEACHES THIS GREAT SCIENCE TO ALL THE GREAT RISHIS AND ADMINISTERS THIS UNIVERSE FROM THERE.

*FROM THE MAIN ARUNACHALESHWARA TEMPLE, TO GO TO KAILASA, THERE ARE MANY SECRET CAVES.*WHENEVER HE TAKES ME TO KAILASA, HE WILL ALWAYS INSIST THAT I JUST LIE DOWN ON THE GROUND THERE AND GAZE AT THE UNIVERSE AND MERGE WITH IT.

*WHENEVER IT IS POSSIBLE, SLEEP UNDER THE OPEN SKY AND GAZE AT THE SKY AS MUCH AS YOU CAN AND FALL ASLEEP.

*THIS WILL HELP YOUR BRAIN'S ABILITY TO GRASP LARGER VISUALISATIONS, LARGER VISIONS / IDEAS / TRUTHS.*ABILITY TO COGNISE LARGER VISUALIZATIONS, DEEPER VERBALISATIONS, IS MATURITY OF THE MIND.

*MATURITY OF THE MIND IS MANDATORY FOR MATURITY OF CONSCIOUSNESS.*THIS WHOLE SCIENCE WAS GIVEN TO ME BY ARUNAGIRI YOGISHWARA - MY GURU, PARAMASHIVA HIMSELF.*MY GURUS’ IN THE PHYSICAL PLANE ARE MATA VIBHUTANANDA PURI, YOGI YOGANANDAPURI, ISAKKI SWAMIGAL - THE GREAT BRAHMA RISHI. I HAVE A LONG LIST OF THEM WHO CONTRIBUTED TO MY LIFE AND BELONGED TO THAT ECOSYSTEM, I CANNOT MISS THEIR NAME...

*SOMETIMES THIS ANTI-HINDU GANG - ENEMIES OF HINDUISM AND TRAITORS OF HINDUISM - BOTH GANGS ACCUSE ME: “WHY IS HE TAKING SO MANY PEOPLE AS HIS GURUS? GURU SHOULD BE ONLY ONE PERSON.” NO!

*IF YOU ARE GOING TO MASTER ONE FIELD OF HINDUISM AND ACHIEVE ENLIGHTENMENT, THEN ONE GURU IS ENOUGH.*A PERSON LIKE ME WHO IS SUPPOSED TO NOT ONLY ACHIEVE ENLIGHTENMENT BUT ENRICH THE WHOLE WORLD, I NEED TO BE TRAINED IN MULTIPLE DISCIPLINES, FIELDS, BRANCHES, DIMENSIONS, ASPECTS OF HINDUISM. SO FOR EACH FIELD I HAD A GURU / MASTER / TEACHER / GUIDE WHO MADE ME MASTER THAT FIELD BY THEIR SINCERE AND HARD WORK.

*SO I WILL LIST ALL OF THEM. I AM GOING TO MAKE A BEAUTIFUL MEMORIAL FOR ALL OF THEM IN TIRUVANNAMALAI.

*I AM SO HAPPY, MA GURUCHARANA HAS TAKEN UP TIRUVANNAMALAI ASHRAM. I AM GIVING ALL MY BLESSINGS TO MA GURUCHARANA.*I WANTED TO TELL THIS AND PUT THIS ON RECORD.

*I WANTED MY GURUS’ SAMADHIS TO BE BUILT IN A BIG WAY. BUT I DIDN'T HAVE ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN TO ME.*THE DAY MA GURUCHARANA WENT THERE, I KNOW SHE WILL DO IT FOR ME.

*IT TOOK ONLY 24 HOURS. SHE STARTED ALREADY BUILDING MY GURU MATA VIBHUTANANDA PURI’S SAMADHI.

*I SAID, ‘O GOD, SHE BROUGHT THE BEST JOY TO MY LIFE WHEN SHE STARTED DOING THE FOUNDATION WORK FOR MY GURU’S SAMADHI.’*I WANT TO TELL ALL MY DISCIPLES: ‘IF YOU WANT MY GRACE, IF YOU WANT ME TO FEEL GRATEFUL TO YOU, IF YOU CELEBRATE MY GURUS, THE SAME GRATITUDE I HAVE FOR MY GURUS, I WILL HAVE FOR YOU.’

*WE LOST MANY SAMADHIS - NARAYANASAMY THATHA’S SAMADHI, PANDURANGANAR - MY SHAIVA SIDDHANTA ACHARYA, HIS SAMADHI, MY OWN GRANDFATHER’S SAMADHI BUT WE HAVE FEW SAMADHIS STILL IN OUR HANDS LIKE YOGI YOGANANDA PURI’S SAMADHI, KUPPAMMAL’S SAMADHI, ISAKKI SWAMI’S SAMADHI.*THE EXTREME AND SINCERE WORK THEY HAVE DONE.

*WHEN MA GURUCHARANA SENT ME THE PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE FOUNDATION STONE FOR MY GURU’S SAMADHI, I LITERALLY HAD TEARS IN MY EYES.

*SO LONG I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE A LARGE SAMADHI / TEMPLE FOR BOTH OF THEM.

*I DIDN’T HAVE ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN TO ME AND DO IT SINCERELY.

*THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE WITH A LOT OF SINCERITY / MICROMANAGING / SPENDING LOVE / WITH NICE DESIGN.*I WANT EACH PILLAR TO NARRATE AN INCIDENT IN THEIR LIFE. IT SHOULD BE DONE LIKE A MUSEUM FOR THEIR TYAGA / SACRIFICE.*I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU ONE INCIDENT: THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURU KUPPAMMAL. SHE WILL DO ALL THE DIFFERENT AUSHADHAS TO DETOX ME, TO REMOVE THE PARASITES / MICROBES FROM MY BODY.

*SHE USED TO INSIST: A CLEAN BODY WITHOUT NEGATIVE PARASITES AND MICROBES IS LITERALLY LIVING ENLIGHTENMENT, MANIFESTING POWERS.

*SHE WILL SAY, ‘ANY POWER YOU ARE UNABLE TO MANIFEST, THE REASON IS PARASITES IN YOUR STOMACH.

*SO SHE WILL MAKE DIFFERENT AUSHADHAS TO DETOX / CLEANSE MY BODY - THE MUSCLE MEMORY AND BIOMEMORY.

*I USED TO ASK HER: ‘YOU ARE SAYING I AM AN INCARNATION. WHY DO I HAVE PARASITES?’SHE WILL SAY, ‘YOU ARE EATING NORMAL FOOD EVEN THOUGH IT IS ORGANIC. THE PURITY NEEDED FOR POWER MANIFESTING IS VERY HIGH STANDARD PURITY. FOR THAT PURITY YOU NEED TO BE DETOXED.’

*SHE WILL GET DIFFERENT HERBS, BOIL THEM, FILTER IT, MAKE ME DRINK, CLEANSE MY STOMACH, MY BODY.

*ONCE, SHE GAVE ME AN AUSHADHA AND I STARTED FEELING LIKE RUSHING TO THE RESTROOM.

*IN HER GURUKUL WHERE SHE TRAINED ME - IT IS LIKE 2-3 HOUSES TOGETHER WHERE SHE AND ISAKKI SWAMIGAL WERE LIVING - DIFFERENT PORTIONS OF THE SAME HOUSE.

*ONLY I USED TO BE LIVING THERE WITH THEM.

*SHE HAD A WESTERN TOILET. BUT SHE JUST LOCKED THE TOILET AND TOLD ME THAT THE KEY IS MISSING, SO I HAVE TO USE THE OPEN BACKYARD GARDEN.

*I AM A VERY ORTHODOX PERSON. FROM CHILDHOOD THE WAY MY GRANDFATHER BROUGHT ME UP, I NEED 5 BUCKETS OF WATER EVEN TO GO FOR ‘ONE’!*NUMBER ‘2’ MEANS LITERALLY I WILL HAVE A FULL BATH!

*I WILL NEVER USE THE WASHROOM IN SCHOOL.

*THE MOMENT I COME BACK FROM SCHOOL WE WILL HAVE TO DROP ALL MY CLOTHES INCLUDING THE INNER, HAVE BATH, AND ONLY THEN WE CAN TOUCH ANYONE - HIGH ORTHODOX UPBRINGING .

*SO I WILL NOT USE THE OPEN PLACE TO CLEAN MY BOWELS.

*EVEN WHEN I LIVED AS A BEGGAR, MY PERSONAL CLEANLINESS WAS TOO IMPORTANT FOR ME.

*IF YOU ARE A DEVOTEE OR DISCIPLE WHO HOSTED ME, YOU CAN REMEMBER, I WON’T BOTHER ABOUT FOOD, KITCHEN...I WILL ONLY ASK ABOUT THE WASHROOM AND 5 BUCKETS OF WATER. I WILL NOT USE TAP WATER AND NO QUESTION OF TOILET PAPER!

*VERY ORTHODOX HYGIENE LIFE. YOU CAN EVEN CALL ME ‘WASHING MANIA.’ I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM!

*WHETHER MY CLOTHES OR MYSELF, EXTREME ORTHODOX LIFESTYLE.

*SO I WAS SCREAMING: ‘I WILL NOT GO TO OPEN GARDEN! YOU BREAK THIS LOCK AND ALLOW ME TO USE THIS TOILET!’*SHE WAS ACTING AS IF SHE WAS TRYING TO GET A HAMMER TO BREAK THE LOCK.

*FINALLY I SCREAMED AT HER AND RAN TO THE BACKYARD AND EMPTIED MY BOWELS.

*WHEN I CAME BACK, SHE OPENED THE TOILET AND SHE GAVE THE TOILET TO WASH MYSELF AND I CAME AND SAT IN THE HALL AFTER WASHING MYSELF.*SHE AND ISAKKI SWAMIGAL WENT TO THE BACKYARD WITH A STICK AND OBSERVED IF THE WORMS FROM MY STOMACH HAD COME OUT.*THEY WERE NOT JUST GURUS, THEY WERE MY DOCTORS, GRANDFATHER, GRANDMOTHER - EXTREME SINCERELY.

*NOT ONLY THEY GAVE ME AUSHADHA FOR CLEANSING MY STOMACH, NOT ONLY THEY MADE SURE I DRANK THE AUSHSHA AND DETOXED MYSELF, THEY MADE SURE THOSE WORMS / MICROBES / PARASITES HAVE LEFT MY BODY!*IN THE MODERN DAY, EVEN MOTHERS ARE VERY RELUCTANT TO TAKE CARE OF THEIR KIDS TO THIS LEVEL.

*HERE, I HAVE NOT GIVEN ANYTHING TO THEM AND THEY KNOW THEY ARE NOT GOING TO BE IN THE BODY TO ENJOY THIS GREAT KAILASA I AM BUILDING. THEY ARE MAHASIDDHAS; THEY KNOW WHEN THEY ARE GOING TO LEAVE THE BODY - BUT HOW SINCERELY THEY TOOK THEIR RESPONSIBILITY.

*IT IS NOT A SMALL JOKE THAT YOU GO TO THE SH*T OF YOUR DISCIPLE TO MAKE SURE THAT THE WORMS / MICROBES / PARASITES HAVE LEFT HIS BODY, AND HIS STOMACH IS CLEAN - THE EXTREME SINCERITY…

*SOMETIMES SHE WILL WALK FOUR / FIVE HOURS INTO TIRUVANNAMALAI FOREST AND PROCURE ALL THE MEDICINES NEEDED, TIE IT IN HER SAREE IN THE HIP, COME BACK AND SIT WITH ISAKKI SWAMIGAL AND DO THE PROCESSING.

*THEN SHE WILL CALL NARAYANASAMY THATHA AND HE WILL COME. HE USED TO BE CALLED ‘THOTTAKKARA THATHA’ ( ROUGH TRANSLATION: THE FARMING GRANDFATHER) BECAUSE HE WILL BE ALWAYS IN THE FOREST / TEMPLE / GARDENS, COLLECTING THE HERBS.

*EXTREME SINCERITY I HAVE SEEN IN MY GURUS.

*I CAN GIVE YOU 1000S OF SUCH INCIDENTS.

*ONLY WHEN I AM WORKING WITH MY DISCIPLES AND THEY DON'T LISTEN TO ME, I REMEMBER HOW MUCH I TORTURED MY GURUS WITH MY DISOBEDIENCE.

*SHE WILL WORK ALMOST 4-5 HOURS AND MAKE THAT AUSHADHA. IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKEN WHEN IT IS HOT. I WILL TAKE FEW SIPS AND THROW TANTRUM, ‘OH! IT IS TOO HOT AND YOU ARE FORCING ME TO DRINK THIS!’

*THE GOOD THING IS, I CAN’T RUN AWAY FROM THEM. SHE WILL SLAP ME AND ISAKKI SWAMIGAL WILL HOLD MY MOUTH AND NARAYANASWAMY THATHA WILL POUR IT IN MY MOUTH!

*NEITHER I CAN RUN AWAY, ESCAPE FROM THEM, NOR MY PARENTS WILL ALLOW IT.

*EVEN THE IDEA DOES NOT EXIST FOR ME THAT I CAN RUN AWAY FROM THEM.*SHE IS MY GRANDMOTHER ALSO IN A WAY, SHE IS MY RELATIVE.

*I FEEL BLESSED I HAVE GURUS WHO HAD COMPLETE POWER / AUTHORITY OVER ME.*அண்ணாமலையனே! பிறவாமை வேண்டும். ஒரு வேளை பிறந்தால் உன்னை மறவாமை வேண்டும். இது போல் என் மீது முழு உரிமையும் கொண்டு என்னை முழுமையாக்குகின்ற ஞான குருமார்கள் அடி வாழ வேண்டும். (ANNAMALAYANE! PIRAVAAMAI VENDUM. ORU VELAI PIRANDAAL UNAI MARAVAAMAI VENDUM. IDU POL YEN MEETHU MUZHU URIMAYUM KONDU YENNAI MUZHUMAYAAKKUGINDRA JNAANA GRURUMARGAL ADI VAAZHA VENDUM)

*THE KIND OF RIGHT THEY HAD OVER ME…

*I WILL NEVER UTTER A WORD ABOUT ARUNACHALA AND ITS ECOSYSTEM BECAUSE MAHADEVA IS VERY POSSESSIVE OVER IT, BUT IN OTHER PLACES, I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY DISCIPLES HAVE THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT TO THE GURU; NOT ONLY THE DISCIPLE BUT THE DISCIPLE’S FAMILY ALSO.

*NOT ONLY ME, MY PARENTS WERE ALSO ABSOLUTELY COMMITTED TO MY GURUS.

*THE WHOLE ECOSYSTEM WAS COMMITTED.

*IT IS THE ORIGINAL INDIA. BEFORE THIS ANTIHINDU TERRORIST COULD DESTROY THE GURUKUL LIFESTYLE USING ALL KINDS OF DEFAMATION, LAW, EVERYTHING.*HINDUISM DID NOT DIE WHEN THE TEMPLES WERE DESTROYED / WHEN ALL THE WEALTH WAS ROBBED, TAKEN TO ENGLAND. BUT HINDUISM IS GETTING DESTROYED WHEN THE GURUKUL SYSTEM IS GETTING DESTROYED.

*LET ME PUT THIS ON RECORD: IF I HAD MY OWN FREEDOM, THE STUPID ‘CHOICES ARE FREEDOM’ IDEA, I WOULD HAVE RUN AWAY FROM MY GURUS 10,000 TIMES.

*BUT, THE ARUNACHALA ECOSYSTEM IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY FLOWERING.

*IF I AM SITTING NOW ALIVE AFTER BEING POISONED SO MANY TIMES BY THE ANITHINDU INTERNATIONAL TERRORIST MAFIA GANGS, IT IS JUST BECAUSE OF THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURUS, FORCIBLY POURING THE AUSHADHA, MEDICINES, CLEANSING MY BODY, KEEPING IT HIGHLY POWERFUL, PURE, INTENSE, SELF-PURIFYING.*EXTREME SINCERE WORK...

*ACTUALLY, LIFE DOES NOT NEED HARD WORK. YOU SHOULD NOT BE AFRAID OF HARD WORK. BUT LIFE DEMANDS ONLY SINCERE WORK.

*THE OTHER DAY I WAS DOING THE VIJAYA YATRA, THE DIGITAL VIJAYA YATRA TO KAILASA IN LOS ANGELES.

*I FOUND THAT THE LOS ANGELES TEMPLE NEEDED SINCERE WORK, NOT HARD WORK.

*THE GREAT PAINTINGS I DID ARE LYING IN THE GODOWN AND ALL THE BROKEN DEITIES THAT ARE TO BE KEPT IN THE GODOWN ARE IN DISPLAY.

*KEEP WHAT IS TO BE DISPLAYED IN DISPLAY AND WHAT IS TO BE KEPT IN THE GODOWN IN GODOWN.

*IN EVERY LEVEL, THE SINCERITY MY GURUS HAVE SHOWN…*THIS KAILASA MANIFESTING, IS THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURUS: FROM ARUNAGIRI YOGISHWARA - PARAMASHIVA HIMSELF, THE WHOLE GURU PARAMPARA.

*MY AGAMA SHAIVA SIDDHANTA ACHARYA - PANDURANGANAR...HIS SON IS STILL ALIVE AND ALL OF THEM ARE VERY WELL CONNECTED TO US. HE IS ALSO MY GRANDFATHER - MY PRE-MONASTIC RELATIVE AND ACHARYA, BOTH.

*IN TIRUVANNAMALAI, IT IS A TIGHT KNIT FAMILY. KUPPAMMAL IS RELATED TO ME IN 6-7 WAYS - FROM MOTHER’S SIDE, FATHER’S SIDE, GRANDMOTHER’S SIDE!*MY FATHER AND MOTHER ARE RELATED TO EACH OTHER IN 3-4 WAYS.MY FATHER’S MOTHER AND MOTHER’S FATHER ARE BROTHER AND SISTER.*FEW 100 FAMILIES ARE THERE AND EVERYONE WILL BE RELATED IN MULTIPLE WAYS TO EACH OTHER.

*PANDURANGANAR WILL BUY BOOKS TO TEACH ME. IN THOSE DAYS, ALL BOOKS WILL BE SOLD IN TWO RATES: SAATHA BINDU (ORDINARY BINDING) - 2 RUPEES, 2 ANA AND KALIKO BOUND (HARD BINDING) - 4 RUPEES, 3 ANA. FOR HIM HE WILL ALWAYS BUY ORDINARY BINDING AND FOR ME HE WILL ALWAYS BUY THE HARD BINDING - COSTLY, BUT IT WILL LAST FOREVER.*I WILL ASK HIM, ‘WHY DON’T YOU BUY THE SAME THING WHICH YOU ARE BUYING FOR YOU FOR ME ALSO.’

*HE WILL SAY: ‘THE BOOK I AM READING IS JUST TO TEACH YOU, BUT THE BOOKS YOU ARE GOING TO BE USING WILL BE KEPT IN THE MUSEUM FOREVER, FOR AGES, FOR ALL YOUR DISCIPLES TO READ.’

*THESE WORDS WILL LOOK TOO BIG FOR ME AT THAT TIME. I WAS AN ORDINARY BOY - 10 YEARS.. 12 YEARS...

*ALL THE MONEY HE EARNED, HE SPENT ON ME TO BUY BOOKS FOR ME.

*THONDAIMANDALA AADHEENAM IS THE BODY THAT CONSISTS OF 140 MUTTS. IN 140 DIFFERENT SHAIVITE VILLAGES THERE WILL BE A MUTT THAT RUNS THAT TEMPLE. IT IS NOT ONLY A RELIGIOUS STRUCTURE, IT IS A POLITICAL STRUCTURE ALSO, BECAUSE THE WHOLE VILLAGE WILL BE ADMINISTERED BY THAT. IN THOSE DAYS, THE TEMPLE AND GOVERNMENT WAS ONE AND THE SAME. THROUGH THE TEMPLE THE WHOLE VILLAGE WILL BE ADMINISTERED.

*THE HEAD OF THE TEMPLE WILL BE THE HEAD OF THE STATE. RELIGIOUS AND POLITICAL HEAD WILL BE THE SAME.

*HE USED TO BE THE HEAD OF THE MUTT.*IT IS CALLED APPAR SAMY MADAM WHICH USED TO BE INSIDE THE ARUNACHALESHWARA TEMPLE DURING THE VIJAYANAGARA EMPIRE. THEN THEY BUILT IT OUTSIDE AND MADE THAT MUTT THE 1000-PILLARED HALL. I AM TALKING 1000S OF YEARS OF HISTORY.

*MY ACHARYA PANDURANGANAR USED TO BE THE HEAD, DECISION MAKER. HE IS THE LAST GENERATION WHO WAS STILL HAVING THAT KIND OF A COMMAND AND CHARISMA, RUNNING / ADMINISTERING EVERYTHING.

*HE USED TO BE LITERALLY LIKE A JUDGE FOR ALL LOCAL ISSUES, PROBLEMS.

*HE AND MY FATHER’S MOTHER ANUSYA AMMAL WILL SIT LIKE A JUDGE AND SOLVE THE LEGAL CASES IN TIRUVANNAMALAI.

*THEY WILL SIT IN THE TEMPLE AND HAVE THEIR OWN COURT WHERE PEOPLE WILL COME AND TELL THEIR PROBLEMS: MARRIAGE ISSUES, PROPERTY, EXTRAMARITAL AFFAIRS. THEY USED TO HEAR BOTH SIDE ARGUMENTS AND NEGOTIATE AND GIVE JUDGEMENTS AND IT USED TO BE ACCEPTED BY ALL THE SIDES.

*THE EXTREME SINCERE WORK I HAVE SEEN IN MY GURUS LIFE...

*I WILL REVIVE THAT IN KAILASA. THAT IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN GIVE MY GRATITUDE TO ARUNACHALA. * WILL REVIVE IT EVEN IN TIRUVANNAMALAI.

*IT IS NOT DEAD IN TIRUVANNAMALAI. IT CANNOT DIE BECAUSE ARUNAGIRI YOGISHWARA IS KEEPING IT ALIVE. IT HAS TO BE REVIVED AND REKINDLED AND REJUVENATED THAT'S ALL.

*THIS KAYAKALPA SCIENCE, IT JUST NEEDS SINCERE WORK, NOT HARD WORK.

*EITHER YOU DO SINCERE WORK OR YOU HAVE A GURU AND SURRENDER TO HIM COMPLETELY TO DO THE SINCERE WORK FOR YOU.

*FORTUNATELY I HAD AMAZING GURUS WHO DID EXTREME SINCERE WORK ON ME.

*TODAY, IF I AM SITTING LIKE THIS AND TALKING HOURS TOGETHER, ALL THESE GREAT SACRED SECRETS, AND REVIVING THIS KAILASA, THE WHOLE CREDIT GOES TO MY GURUS.

*IN INDIAN VILLAGES, WHEN THE KIDS THROW TANTRUM, THEY WILL MAKE THE KIDS SIT ON THE DINING TABLE. THE DINING TABLE WILL BE THE TALLEST FURNITURE IN ALL MIDDLE CLASS HOMES.

*THE KID WON'T BE ABLE TO JUMP DOWN. SO HE WILL KEEP QUIET AND SIT POLITELY ON THE TABLE.

*SAME WAY, JUST GAVE ME LITTLE BIT OF FRUITS AND JUICE AND PUT ME IN THIS SEAT - LIKE THE CHILD ON THE DINING TABLE, I WILL SIT AND GO ON REVEALING ALL THE SACRED SECRET SCIENCE OF VEDAGAMIC SCRIPTURES FOR HOURS TOGETHER!

*NEITHER I WILL GET TIRED OR BORED OR FRUSTRATED OR BOTHER ABOUT, ‘O! I SPENT 10 YEARS ON SOMEBODY AND TRAINED HIM AND HE RAN AWAY BEFORE HE FLOWERED…’

*WHETHER SOMEONE STAYS WITH ME OR RUNS AWAY, JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE RAN AWAY AFTER I SPENT 20 YEARS ON THEM, IT WILL NOT STOP ME FROM PUTTING MY LIFE, TIME, TALENT, TREASURE, ON ANOTHER PERSON AND START TRAINING.

*I WILL CONTINUE TO DO THIS WORK, NOT TILL THE END OF MY LIFE, TILL THE END OF THIS UNIVERSE. BECAUSE EVEN AFTER I LEAVE THIS BODY, I AM GOING TO BE AVAILABLE TO KAILASA THROUGH THIS BODY FROM WHERE IT IS KEPT IN JEEVA SAMADHI.

*THE BODY WHICH DOES NOT GET TIRED, WHICH DOES NOT KNOW SOMETHING CALLED SICKNESS, THE MIND WHICH DOES NOT GET BORED, WHICH DOES NOT KNOW SOMETHING CALLED FRUSTRATION, WHICH IS CONSTANTLY INTENSELY EXCITED, JOYFUL, RADIATING, FULLY ALIVE WITH HIGHEST POSSIBLE VISUALISATION, WHICH HAS THE CAPACITY TO INFUSE ENERGY INTO ANY BEING…ALL THIS IS THE RESULT OF THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURUS.

*I CAN VERY COMFORTABLY FROM MY MEMORY REPEAT ATLEAST 10,000 TAMIL VERSES FROM VINAYAGAR AGAVAL, THEVARAM, TIRUVASAGAM, MANY OF THE PATHIGAMS, TIRUPPUGAZH, ARUNAGIRI ANTHATHI, SIDDHAR PAADALGAL, BHOGAR YEZHAAYIRAM, AGATHIYAR MOOVAAYIRAM, KARUKKIDAI NIGANDU...

*THE CREDIT GOES TO THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURUS.

*PANDURANGANAR, MY GURU, USED TO LIVE IN KEEZHNATHUR. FROM THAT PLACE TO THE MAIN TEMPLE IS 3 KM BY WALK. EVERYDAY MORNING AND EVENING, HE WILL BE THERE, SHARP ON TIME IN THE TEMPLE TO CONDUCT THESE CLASSES.

*ALMOST I AM THE ONLY PERSON WHO WILL COME EVERYDAY.

*A FEW OTHERS ALSO WERE ATTENDING, BUT IRREGULAR.

*IF I DON'T COME FOR ONE DAY, HE WILL COME TO MY HOUSE (HE IS MY GRANDFATHER ALSO), CALL ME, TAKE ME TO THE TEMPLE AND START TEACHING. SUCH EXTREME SINCERITY.*THE TEMPLE HAD A LOUDSPEAKER SYSTEM ALSO IN WHICH HE WILL CHANT ALL THE THEVARAM AND TIRUVASAGAM. IT WAS CALLED ‘SIVA SIVA OLI MANAPAM’. ON THE VALLALA MAHARAJA TOWER THE LOUDSPEAKER USED TO BE THERE.

*BY THE TIME HE ENDS THE CHANTING, I SHOULD BE THERE FOR THE CLASS. AFTER THE LOUDSPEAKER CHANTING, HE WILL TAKE CLASS FOR ME.

*IF HE DOES NOT SEE ME STANDING, HE WILL ANNOUNCE THROUGH THE LOUDSPEAKER ITSELF, ‘AYE WHERE ARE YOU?’ MY GRANDMOTHER WILL SAY, ‘GRANDFATHER IS TELLING OVER THE SPEAKER, GO FOR CLASS!’’

*SINCERE WORK!

*I CAN CHANT 1000 VERSES AT LEAST IN SANSKRIT - FROM THE UPANISHAD, BHAGAVAD GITA, CHANDI, BRAHMASUTRA, ALL THE MAJOR VEDANTIC SCRIPTURE LIKE VIVEKACHOODAMANI…*THIS IS ALL THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURUS, FOR HOURS TOGETHER, SITTING AND MAKING ME CHANT, RECITE….

*EVEN IF THEY TAUGHT ME THE SCIENCE OF DOWNLOADING, THEY WILL MAKE ME READ THE BOOK AND SEE IF MY DOWNLOADING AND THESE VERSES ARE MATCHING.

*WHEN I START TALKING ABOUT MY GURUS AND THEIR SINCERITY, I WILL GO ON FOR HOURS AND DAYS…

*I AM SO HAPPY MY GURUS’ SAMADHIS ARE GETTING BEAUTIFULLY DONE. I HAVE BUILT IT IN A SMALL WAY. I WANTED IT TO BUILD IN A BIG WAY LIKE A TEMPLE.

*TO BUILD AN ASHRAM FOR ME, I KNOW THEY WENT FROM SHOP TO SHOP, HOUSE TO HOUSE, LITERALLY BEGGED AND BUILT THE FIRST ASHRAM FOR ME.

*BUT I DON'T NEED TO BEG. THEY HAVE SHOWERED ME WITH WEALTH / POWERS / KNOWLEDGE. THEY MADE SURE I LEARN THE SCIENCE OF MAKING AN ORGANISATION.

*THERE IS SO MUCH WEALTH ALL OF YOU HAVE GIVEN ME. SO I SHOULD BUILD A DECENT LEVEL MEMORIAL FOR ALL OF THEM.*THE TYAGA AND SINCERE WORK NEEDS TO BE REMEMBERED.*THE WHOLE WORLD SHOULD REMEMBER.

*I AM SO HAPPY. GURUCHARANA WILL DO IT.

*I AM THE RESULT OF AROUND 100 PEOPLE’S HARD WORK, SINCERE WORK.

*I WILL ADD ALL THEIR PHOTOGRAPHS, RELICS, PUSHPA SAMADHI. I WILL IMMORTALISE THEM BEAUTIFULLY IN TIRUVANNAMALAI ASHRAM. I WILL BUILD THEIR SAMADHIS. THIS IS THE SMALL WAY I CAN GIVE MY GRATITUDE TO THEM.

*THE WHOLE ECOSYSTEM OF ARUNACHALA SHOULD BE REMEMBERED, CELEBRATED.

*I CELEBRATE MY MOTHER BECAUSE SHE WAS FEROCIOUS WITH ME.

*DON'T THINK SHE IS A POWERLESS WOMAN. SHE MAY BE SILENT BUT WHEN IT COMES TO TRAINING ME, MY GURUS ARE THE ABSOLUTE AUTHORITIES. NEITHER SHE WILL INTERFERE NOT DISRESPECT THEM. SHE WILL NOT EVEN LISTEN TO MY COMPLAINTS TO HER ABOUT MY GURUS.

*THE MOMENT I START TELLING, ‘RAGHUPATI YOGI IS MAKING ME DO 1008 SURYA NAMASKARAS,’ SHE WILL START DOING HER COOKING. TILL THEN SHE WILL BE TALKING TO ME NICELY. I USED TO BE A CUDDLY BOY - ALL THE TIME CUDDLING HER AND HAVING MY HANDS ON HER SHOULDER OR HOLDING HER PALLU - I USED TO BE A MOM’S BOY.

*THE MOMENT I TRY TO COMPLAIN ABOUT MY GURUS, SHE WILL JUST TURN HER HEAD AND START COOKING. I KNOW I HAVE TO KEEP QUIET!

*SHE WILL NEVER BOTHER TO SEND ME TO SCHOOL. SHE KNOWS I CHEAT AND I NEVER GO TO SCHOOL. THE TEACHERS WILL COME AND TELL HER, ‘HE IS NOT COMING TO SCHOOL.’

*MY PROGRESS REPORT IN SCHOOL...WILL COME WITH 00...I NEVER ATTENDED EXAMS. MY FATHER WILL TELL, ‘YOU YOURSELF SIGN. WHAT IS THERE FOR ME TO SIGN?’

*I USED TO TELL, ‘I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT SIGNATURE.’

*HE WILL NOT LOOK AT ANY OF THE MARKS. HE WILL LOOK AT THE COLUMN WHERE HE HAS TO SIGN, SIGN AND TELL, ‘TAKE IT AND GO.’

*BUT MY MOTHER WILL NEVER MISS EVEN ONE DAY OF MY CLASS WITH MY GURUS.

*SHE HAD AN AMAZING UNDERSTANDING ABOUT WHAT I AM GOING TO BECOME.

*SHE IS THE WITNESS FOR ALL THE TRAINING I WENT THROUGH WITH MY GURUS, THE SINCERE WORK OF MY GURUS.

*AND I KNOW BY THE TIME I WAS 10-12, I STARTED REALISING THAT SHE AND MY GURUS WERE HAND-IN-HAND. THEY HAD A GOOD UNDERSTANDING ABOUT EACH OTHER MORE THAN ME. I UNDERSTOOD THAT SHE IS NOT GOING TO LISTEN EVEN IF I TELL.

*THE EXTREME SINCERITY OF MY GURUS…

*THE WAY THEY NEVER GAVE UP, NEVER COMPROMISED, NEVER REDUCED THE INTENSITY OF THEIR TRAINING…

*FROM TODAY I WANT TO TRAIN ALL OF YOU FOR THIS PACCHAI PATTINI VRATAM.

*FEW MINUTES, ALL OF YOU SIT. KEEP YOUR ATMALINGA AND THE DICE (MANIFESTING POWER OF CONSCIOUSNESS OVER PROBABILITIES). WE CAN DO BOTH.

*I CAN TRAIN YOU FOR KAYAKALPA AND INITIATE YOU INTO THE POWERS MANIFESTING ON PROBABILITIES.

*INTENSELY CHANT ‘OM’ FROM YOUR NAVEL. YOUR MANIPURAKA SHOULD VIBRATE WITH IT.

*START THE CHANTING.

*’OM’...

*BLESSINGS TO ALL OF YOU. WE WILL PREPARE OURSELVES FOR KAYAKALPA AND ENRICH AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE FOR PACCHAI PATTINI VRATAM.

*PEOPLE FROM COUNTRIES WHERE WE DON’T HAVE ASHRAMS, YOU CAN DO PACCHAI PATTINI VRATAM ON YOUR OWN IN YOUR HOUSE ITSELF.

*EVEN IN USA AND CANADA, TEMPLES AND ASHRAMS WILL NOT BE OPEN FOR PACCHAI PATTINI VRATAM. PEOPLE HAVE TO DO IT ON YOUR OWN IN YOUR HOMES. AND ALSO CONSULT YOUR DOCTORS IF IT IS OKAY FOR YOUR HEALTH TO DO PACCHAI PATTINI VRATAM. (TO REGISTER: https://events.kailaasa.org/kayakalpa/ppv-with-sph/ ) *IN INDIA, ALL ASHRAMS OTHER THAN ADI KAILASA WILL BE OPEN FOR PACCHAI PATTINI VRATAM. (TO REGISTER : https://events.kailaasa.org/kayakalpa/ppv-with-sph/ ) *I BLESS YOU ALL.

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