#i had a lot of Mahiru Thoughts but it took a bit of fiddling to make them fit together
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Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.
Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!
Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...
I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm
Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.
Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.
“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.
She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store.
Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore.
“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.
It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”
She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath.
Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.
She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.
Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her.
So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death.
“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno.
“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying.
At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”
Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.
“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”
The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.
But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.
Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well?
At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe.
“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”
#milgram#mahiru shiina#yuno kashiki#amane and fuuta mentioned#i dont know how well this all fits in with your vision of the au but i had a ton of fun with this lmao sorry 😂#oh hey if anyone knows any japanese superstitions like those in the beginning lmk#i was trying to research them but i kept getting lucky symbols/words - not necessarily actions like that#anyway thank you so much for this!! it was a really interesting moment to capture >:0#drabbles that take me way too long to combine my three brain cells but im really pleased with the end result#i had a lot of Mahiru Thoughts but it took a bit of fiddling to make them fit together#the superstitiousness - the focus on one's presence - the parallels with his bf - what she's dealing with from the voices#im glad it came together semi-smoothly in the end asdfsd#i didnt mean for mahiru t break the fourth wall or anything --#i always saw her as a master at picking up on social changes/cues so she can tell when things are most tense/kotoko is fully prepared#but she doesnt consciously know it -- she just knows that things feel Off#not only do the attacks confirm mahirus fear that shes cursed - but yunos involvement confirms her belief that shes extra lucky#i wonder if shed still end up spending all her time with yuno now that she thought she was such a protective person...#i couldnt articulate it right since the end was wrapping up so nicely - but mahiru starts to wonder if most people are fine being left alon#and *shes* the odd one out for craving company#then she feels isolated because by getting what she wants shes dooming someone else#i mean... if everyone you try to get close to starts getting hurt... wouldnt you worry about the same...?#AHAHAHAHA hope you enjoyed 🙃#*posts this then retreats back into the void for a bit*#drabbles
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Order of Attack (part 8)
Sorry for the wait. I've been too consumed by other things to work on the "voice drama", and it's still in progress. The "preface" is long enough to be its own chapter, though, so I will make it so.
I might add more to it before I post it on AO3.
Cw for Amane's cult mindset.
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Amane stood over Fuuta again, waiting for the moment he would wake up. The sooner she could begin her speech, the better.
She fiddled with her eyepatch. The texture was annoying, and she could feel the powers that be looking down at her scornfully for breaking their rules. But keeping it on was essential since Shidou wouldn't let her near Fuuta without it. If disobeying her doctrines for a brief time meant saving Fuuta's soul, it would be worth it.
Perhaps he would be more open to her speech this time.
"Fuuta Kajiyama."
Fuuta looked up at her with an even more pained face than before.
"How has your condition been lately?"
He just groaned in response.
"I hope you'll heed my warning this time. You're treading on dangerous ground. If you keep relying on medicine, you'll wither away, both body and soul. Some spiritual guidance can really help you. Break free from the temptation of numbness and-"
"Shut up," he huffed. "That numbness… is all I want."
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"They called for a… a cease-fire, was it?" Haruka explained. "So, um, Kotoko-san won't be hurting anyone anymore. Ah, I-I do feel bad for Fuuta-kun… but you said he… he wasn't forgivable, so i-it… it can't be helped?"
Es took a moment to process Haruka's words. "I thought you were friends with Fuuta."
"Yes." Silence.
"…Aren't you being a bit nonchalant about this?"
"Non… non-cha… um…?"
"You're taking this strangely well."
"Is there any- any other way to take this? This is- this is just the way things are, right?"
Es could have sworn Haruka sounded like Muu. And did he avoid mentioning Amane on purpose?
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“I heard you’re a hero.”
Yuno raised an eyebrow at what Es just said. “‘Hero,’ is that right? I only happened to be in an important place when it mattered. I’d love nothing more than to excuse myself from this mess, but who am I to ignore someone in need?” She fiddled with the tag on her wrist. “That day, Mahiru-san came to me, hoping to get a load off. The forgiven prisoners didn’t understand her inner turmoil, and the other unforgiven prisoners were in no state to hear her out. So I did. And then… you know.” Her expression fell. "An important place… depending on who you ask, it was the right place or the wrong place."
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Es stood outside Shidou's cell, staring at the ground, waiting for the go-ahead. This was where they would interrogate Fuuta. What had Kotoko done to him so that he couldn't even leave the cell?
"Head lacerations. Partial thoracic fracture."
"Huh?" Es tilted their head up and saw Shidou standing in front of them. How did they get so lost in thought that they didn't notice the very person they were waiting for?
"Left anterior compression fracture. Sprained neck. Fractured ribs. Fractures in the radius and ulna in the left arm. Sprained left ankle."
"Fuuta…"
"Kajiyama-kun is stable for now, but if anything else happens…"
"He'll die…"
"Es-kun, why won't you let me stay in the room?"
"Interrogations are confidential. I'm sure there are a lot of things Fuuta wouldn't want you to hear."
"Then I'll wait out here. Please let me know immediately if he needs medical attention."
"I will."
#milgram#amane momose#fuuta kajiyama#haruka sakurai#yuno kashiki#shidou kirisaki#milgram es#es milgram#cw cults#fic#bad things happen to amane
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Thank you for doing my 'summoning ancestor' request for the V3 cast, they were great. Could you do one for the girls of sdr2, please? If you don't want to do another one, then I completely understand and I'm sorry for bothering you.
Summoning An Ancestor With Goodbye Despair Girls!
No problem, anon. I enjoy making them, even though it takes hours xD
Akane Owari
•She thinks summoning an ancestor sound really cool! Do you have to offer food? She'll have to ask Teruteru then. An excuse so she can eat even just half of it. Nonetheless, very excited to do it with you.
•She suggested that you do it on the shore so it's wide open. But it was too wide open and very bright, so you performed it in the building beside Mirai Hotel.
•The event hall was quiet. Looks like you were the only people there. She then asks how you'd do this ritual and you presented her with all of the tools. "Aren't these too dangerous to have around?" Nevertheless, she helped you and did what she can.
•She got bored of waiting for 8 seconds. She walked away, picking her ears and saying something about having Teru cook her food. That is until something ascended from where you performed your ritual. She quickly posed in a defensive way, emphasizing her "claws" and all that. She was ready.
•She stood there standing. She was curiously eyeing the spirit. She's a bit bored though, so she'd pick her ears every so often. She was mostly quiet the whole time. She wanted to take your time and she doesn't want to disturb you. Escaping this killing game was the top priority.
•When you finished, she helped you gather all the things you used. She was talking about how it was pretty enjoyable, and she won't hesitate to join you again if there is a next time. For now, though, you should eat. The whole session was tiring!
Chiaki Nanami
•Summoning an ancestor? Well, that's new. What for? She's pretty chill about it. She actually likes to see how it would play out. It was intriguing but a bit creepy at the same time. But given the number of games she played, she's probably already used to this.
•And as expected, she blabbered about similar experiences in games. Does the ritual even come close to those of the games? When you arrived, she was low-key surprised by the tools you had. Sure, there were familiar ones, but also tools that she didn't know about. But still, she helped you on how to properly handle those things and how to do the ritual properly.
•She wondered why the spirit hadn't shown up yet. Did you use something wrong? Did you mess the order up? She approached where the spirit is supposed to pop up. But then stopped when the spirit really did appear. Shock. She slowly backed up and positioned herself just a bit behind you. No, she wasn't afraid.
•She joined the conversation between you and your ancestor. She helped you ask important questions. The spirit wasn't bothered at all, it's actually curious. And thanks to her, you got a lot more than expected.
•Tells you that you did a great job and that she would join yoi again if there's a next time. For now, though, she needs to rest. So why don't you join her and cuddle? Hm?
Ibuki Mioda
•Eh?! A summoning?! Sounds kinda scary... But I guess it'll totally rock! Still doubting whether she should join you. But if it's her S/O and one of their special moments in life, she won't hesitate to join. The ghost part is still a bit creepy though.
•She was anxious, asking you all the things you'd do while you were on your way to the summoning area. She thinks the tools are quite bizarre and she's a little bit freaked out. She tries her best to help you though.
•She was actually relieved and ready to go out when suddenly your ancestor's spirit appeared. She immediately hid behind your back, eyes still on the spirit.
•She was fiddling with her fingers the whole time you tried to communicate. If she did have something to ask, she'd whisper it to your ear. Too afraid to ask the spirit directly. And plus! It's your ancestor, how can she meddle?
•By the end of the session, she took a relieved sigh, thankful that the event was over. She had to admit, the experience was terrifying. But maybe she'd get used to it the next time you do it again.
Mahiru Koizumi
•She thinks it's too dangerous, but worth it at the same time. You could get information about this supposed killing game and end this as soon as possible. It took time for her to think about it, and finally, she agreed.
•She is always watchful of you handling all the tools. She's ready whenever you're injured or something. And she does her best in helping you too!
•She was patient enough to wait for the spirit. This is probably the first time she's seen one since fear and anxiety were evident on her face. Still, she fought the urge to run away. And instead, firmly stood by your side. This is important in solving this killing game, after all.
•She was the most questions asked. She eventually got accustomed to it. And honestly, the ghost had no complaints. It thought that Mahiru was entertaining.
•When it finally disappeared, she sighed in relief. Damn, that was nerve-wracking! She probably got carried away by adrenaline, but she did such a beautiful job, you just had to hug and thank her. She said that she can accompany you again, but she won't go overboard next time.
Mikan Tsumiki
•Poor girl was actually terrified. But if it's for her S/O she guesses that she can't back off. Maybe it'll be like talking to people you've known for the first time. Except that it wasn't a person, but a ghost. An ancestor.
•Mikan was Science all the way, so she really hoped that doesn't happen later. Rather it would happen when she's finally mentally prepared. The tools you had all laid out reminded her of the tools she used. But of course, it was very different from the ones she maneuvers. She helped you as much as she can. She made little mess-ups but it's all fine, you assure her.
•She was ready to tell you to leave now. Until the spirit appeared anyway. She squeaked at the sight of it. Impossible... She felt like she could faint, but she tried her best not to.
•She was standing beside you the whole time, timid and making herself small. She was once again startled when the spirit called her. She swore to God that she won't commit anything sinful next time just don't let this phantom murder her. /j
•It was quite a frightful experience. She tells you that you did a good job. And that she'll do her very best the next time you do this.
Peko Pekoyama
•She sweatdropped at the statement. Sumonning an ancestor? Isn't it dangerous and a bit odd? Maybe you shouldn't do it... Oh, it's for the killing game? I'll accompany you and do what I can.
•She wanted to know all the details about this so that she knows what to do. She knows that she can't attack a translucent creature, but who knows what'll happen, right? She's impressed with the items you had. She warns you that those are dangerous but you assure her that it's all fine. No need to worry.
•She stood there, patiently waiting for your so-called ancestor to come out. Once it did, she didn't feel any fear. But she was indeed alarmed. His hand shot up to her sword on her back, attempting to grasp defense. But before she can grab it, the phantom warned her that it meant no harm. No need for hostility. She calmed down.
•She was beside you, arms crossed and eyes intently at the ghost. Never letting her guard down. She would slip in questions randomly which was a big help. And the ancestor didn't hesitate to answer truthfully.
•She's thankful that no trouble appeared while you were doing the session. She had to thank the ghost for that at least. You got a lot of information, so she hopes that this happens again.
Sonia Nevermind
•You thought she would never in a million years, but she's actually excited! She can't stop talking about it to others. Thinks of potential scenarios that could happen. It's a bit odd, but it's a new experience, so why not?
•She talked about what she knew about summonings from the books she read. It was helpful to have someone know a lot about this. But unfortunately, among the tools you had laid out, only 2 of them were familiar to her. You presented her with the book you had. No wonder she doesn't know how to use the others, she hadn't read this yet! Helped in every way she could though.
•She panicked at the first appearance of your ancestor. It was more frightening and menacing than she expected. She hid behind you for a short time and only came out when she gathered enough courage to.
•She asked relevant questions too, but some of them are the origin of the spirit. The phantom was weirded out but answered nonetheless. You had to apologize for her.
•She obviously enjoyed the whole session; she had fun. She had to admit, it was quite scary, but what an experience! Wouldn't hesitate to join you again next time.
Eeeeeeee sorry this took so long, anon!! I hope you like it though, thank you for requesting!
-Mod Toko
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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu X Reader
There wasn’t even that much blood.
The deadly trickle from the throat was light. Fuyuhiko had seen worse in his life.
He had seen so much worse.
If that was the case, then why did he feel like throwing up?
There, lashed to the pillar of the music venue, was you, (Y\N) (Y\L\N), the Ultimate Therapist. Your head lolled to one side, and your face held a certain sadness to it, a sadness that made the boy want to throw himself at your feet weeping.
Not another one, not again. Fuyuhiko though desperately. Not them.
Why did it have to be you?
. . . . .
“It’s my fault,” the blond gangster said quietly. Fuyuhiko scoffed at himself. “That’s what’s funny about all this: it’s all my fucking fault. It’s my fault that Mahiru is dead, and it’s my fault that Peko took the punishment.”
“Let me ask you something.” You leaned back in your cushioned armchair, folding your arms across your chest. “Why are you so insistent on making yourself miserable?”
“Huh?”
“You keep blaming yourself. You keep revisiting Peko’s death. You’re just making yourself feel worse.” You sighed softly, and looked at your patient with sorry eyes. “I can’t help you if you just don’t want to be helped.”
“I do wanna be helped!” The Fuyuhiko protested.
“Then you need to let go.” You locked eyes with the young yakuza. “I understand that this is very difficult for you, and that you’re in a lot of pain right now. I know that this is a hard thing to ask of you, but if you wish to improve your life then I’m going to need less blaming, and more listening from you.”
Fuyuhiko’s stomach flipped when you held his gaze. It was as if your kind eyes had pierced his soul.
“Okay,” he nodded slowly, feeling his face heat up. “Okay.”
. . . . .
Ding dong dong ding
The monitor in the music venue flickered to life. Monokuma, sitting in his little chair and drinking his little drink appeared on the screen.
“A body has been discovered!” He announced, as if Fuyuhiko wasn’t staring at your suspended body. “Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!”
Fuyuhiko wasn’t even listening as the message played a second time. He barely looked at the hung body over the stage. You were all he could see. You, with your sad face and bloodied neck.
“What... w-what is this?” Mikan shrieked, stumbling backwards.
“(Y\N)... no no no no no,” Fuyuhiko placed his head in his hands.
“Could it be? Two victims?” Chiaki’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Who could be the one in the hemp bag?”
They lowered the hanged body, and pulled the bag off of the victim’s head, to reveal Ibuki.
Fuyuhiko hardly noticed, though. He hardly moved.
He couldn’t stop staring at you.
He couldn’t stop the prickling at the back of his eyes.
. . . . .
“Hey, Fuyu!” You chirped, as you waved him into your cottage. Come on, sit down. I think I’ve found a way to help you make better progress.
“Oh yeah?” The blond teenager sat down on your bed as you made yourself comfy in your armchair. “And that is?”
You leaned over to your bedside table, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You pulled out a small green cardboard box, and a hand-held nerf gun.
“Uh, what the hell are those for?”
“Therapy.” You answer simply, placing the box in your lap, and fiddling with the nerf gun. “They’re counseling tools. I used them quite often, trust me. They’ll do the trick.”
The small boy raised his eyebrow skeptically, his mouth pulled into a tight line.
“Now, anyway, have you been doing that mind-clearing exercise we talked about a few days ago?”
“I-I’ve been trying.” Fuyuhiko sighed, and rubbed a hand on the back of his head. “Every time I close my eyes and try to not think... I just see Peko. I see her body. There’s blood everywhere.”
“Hmm,” You leaned back in your chair.
“And it’s fucking annoying as hell because I’m supposed to be getting over this shit, y’know?” He sighed explosively and dropped his head into his hands. “God, it’s so fuckin’ stupid. I’m so stupid. I-”
Suddenly, a nerf bullet hit the yakuza’s leg with a soft thwap.
“The hell?” Fuyuhiko spluttered. He glared in confusion at you, who had the gun trained on his leg. “Why’d you do that?”
“I’m correcting you.” You said cooly.
“Correcting me-!”
“Please continue. Now, how does it make you feel when you can’t successfully clear your mind?”
“I told you,” the gangster snapped, peeved “I feel stupid, and helpless-”
Thwap. Another nerf bullet, this time on his upper left arm.
“Is that so?” You pointed the nerf gun at Fuyuhiko’s torso. You want to rethink that answer and give it again?
The blond frowned slightly at you, then bit his lip in thought. “Um. Yeah, uh, it’s not stupid, but I still feel frustrated when I can’t do it.”
“Why?”
“Because- because I want to get better, and I trust you and I think that being able to clear my mind will help me.”
You nodded in approval. No bullets.
“Then in that case, I recommend that you keep trying it.”
“Y-yeah, okay.” Fuyuhiko nodded, smiling a little.
. . . . .
The small yakuza excused himself from the investigation. He couldn’t do it. Not this time. Not again. Not ever.
Not with you.
Not with you gone.
Fuyuhiko laid on his bed, clutching a pillow to his chest. He closed his eyes, as if he could find some sort of comfort in the darkness. As if he could escape from this cold, gripping reality.
Instead there was so comfort, only more sorrow.
Nothing but sorrow.
. . . . .
“Alright, can we try clearing our minds now?” You asked, adjusting your seat.
“Now?” Fuyuhiko furrowed his brows. “I really don’t think I can-”
Thwap. His other arm.
“Shit! Okay, okay, I’ll try!” The blond grumbled, pulling the nerf bullet off of his arm and tossing it to the floor.
“Excellent! I’ll do it with you.” You set the gun back on the table. “Let’s go for two minutes, ok?”
“Yeah, sure,”
The pair closed their eyes. Fuyuhiko had to remind himself to keep his breathing steady. He encouraged all the horrible thoughts out of his head. He forced all the terrible memories to leave. He quieted all the voices screaming at him.
Byakuya.
Teruteru.
Mahiru.
Peko.
Another deep breath in, another shaky breath out.
Young master...
Nope, get the hell out of my head.
Young master...
Shut up. You’re not real.
Deep breath in. Shaky breath out.
“Try to keep your breathing steady.” You whispered.
Deep breath in, slightly less shaky breath out.
Young master...
Another deep breath in, another deep breath out.
“You’re doing great, Fuyu.” You breathed. “Another minute, bud.”
Young mast-
Shut up.
The silence that followed was oddly comforting. Fuyuhiko usually didn’t like being alone his thoughts. They were always too loud, and he had never been able to effectively clear his mind before.
“You can open your eyes.”
The small blond blinked, and then flinched when he saw you staring directly at him, an easy grin painted across your face.
“How was it?” You asked ecxpectedly.
“Not bad, surprisingly.” He placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Good, actually. It took a minute to get my brain to shut up, but it quieted down eventually.”
“You quieted yourself down, bud.” Your lips pulled into an even more dazzling smile. “And I’m very proud of you.”
You reached your fingers into the green box, and tossed something small and colorful at Fuyuhiko, who caught it with ease.
“What is this?” The boy asked examining it.
“A Mik & Ike.” You replied, popping one into your own mouth. “I shoot you when I don’t like your progress, and I give you candy when I do like it.”
“O-Okay.” Fuyuhiko smiled softly, turning the candy over in his fingers. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one of these before.”
“Wait, seriously?!”
“Yeah, I don’t eat candy, usually.” He shrugged.
You plopped down on the bed next to Fuyuhiko, box of Mik & Ikes in hand. “Okay, forget therapy. We’re taking a candy break.”
“Is that even a thing?” The yakuza raised both eyebrows into his hair.
“Is now.” You grabbed his wrist and flattened his hand, shaking more candy into it.
Fuyuhiko eyed you oddly, his cheeks turning pink, but placed a Mik & Ike in his mouth. “Hey, this is pretty good.”
“Hell yeah it is.” You smirked at him. “These are my favorites.”
“Hmm.” The blond looked up at you, watching you chew happily. “Hey, (Y/N)? Thanks for helping me out. I...I really appreciate it.”
“Of course, Fuyu!” You smiled softly at him. “I’ll always be there for you.”
. . . . .
Fuyuhiko stood apart from his remaining classmates as they made their way to the courtroom. He barely acknowledged the air of unease. He had gotten used to it by now.
He filed into the elevator with everyone else, and tucked himself into a corner. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.
(Y/N). I miss you. I never got to tell you this, but I think I care a lot more about you then I care to admit. I promise that I’ll find the bastard who did this to you.
He could almost hear their voice.
Breath, you fool. You’re not going to get anything done if you don’t.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Fuyuhiko’s mind would’ve been blank, if not for your smiling face.
You got this, bud. I never left you, and I never will. Now please, get out of this hellhole, and live.
#danganronpa#danganronpa 2#danganronpa fanfiction#danganronpa x reader#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#fuyuhiko x reader#fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader#fanfiction#goodbye despair
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Title: Fortune’s Flower Shop
Author: @thatsrightdollface
For: @namsuuuuuuu
Rating/Warnings: G – except for language, which might make it a T?
Prompt: komaeda owns a flower shop and hinata comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “how do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?“
Author’s Notes: Hello again!!! Aw, this was fun to write. Gift two out of three for you, this Komahina exchange! This is around 1,800 words. I hope you’re having a wonderful day~
Nagito Komaeda was slumped behind the flower shop counter just then, bandaging his hand. It’d been an accident with some clippers and an extremely persistent branch, this time… All Komaeda’s regular customers knew he was unusually — almost ridiculously — accident-prone, so everybody was mostly just surprised he’d managed to keep all his fingers attached. Even the ones on his latest prosthetic, so far! Komaeda normally went through prosthetic arms so quickly. Dealing with accidents took a hefty dent out of his inheritance — pretty lucky he could afford the shop at all, right?
Komaeda’s shop offered flowers and little potted trees, gardening equipment and fresh fruit from a greenhouse out back. He’d tried keeping the whole thing afloat by himself for a few months, but after the third time all his greenhouse plants met untimely, impossible-to-predict deaths… Hm. Komaeda had hired a couple employees to balance out his own natural calamity, then. Don’t worry — he gave them both plenty of warnings before signing them on, of course. Nobody’d died yet, anyway! … Thank goodness.
Komaeda thought it was one of those employees back from a coffee and sickly-sweet-little-cakes run, when the door swung open, actually. The shop was technically closed for lunch, so it would’ve made sense. Komaeda’d called out that he would lock the door all cheerfully, but… Ah, he must have forgotten. Maybe that was when he’d realized he was bleeding through all those old bandages?
Komaeda said, “Togami, do you know if we have any more bandages in greenhouse storage?” without even looking up, though, first thing. He knew — or thought he knew? — that the actual Byakuya Togami couldn’t be working at any old modest flower shop. But… He also knew this Togami was earnest and hard-working, gentle to everything in the greenhouse. Komaeda would pay him however he asked to be paid, for now, and trust that someday… Maybe… He would open up and explain what was going on.
Anyway, Togami was way better at knowing where stuff was than Komaeda, generally, and he hadn’t laughed off Komaeda’s warnings about what working with him could be like. He’d studied Komaeda’s hazy dark eyes and ran a glance over his scars and fresh bruises. He’d folded his arms over his own ample midsection and said it looked like Komaeda could use someone reliable around. And so, someone reliable he would have.
It wasn’t Togami at the door this time, though. It wasn’t even Komaeda’s other — currently unscheduled — employee, Mahiru Koizumi. Komaeda jumped a little when the scowling, pointy-haired stranger slapped some money down on his counter. For a second, he thought the shop’s ceiling was caving in again, honestly.
“How would I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flowers?” the guy demanded. His eyes were tired, and his voice sounded like it was marching around behind a row of serious-business shields. Like Roman soldiers, maybe. It felt as if Komaeda knew him from somewhere, but he couldn’t quite pin down where.
Komaeda blinked. Thought over his stock — what was fresh and worth this furious guy’s money? “It’ll look like a sunset,” he said after a second. “Unless, of course, you want to say ‘fuck you’ with a handful of mangled stems? That wouldn’t necessarily be ‘passive-aggressive,’ I guess.”
It was gratifying — weirdly gratifying — when the guy barked a laugh at that. For some reason, Komaeda found himself hoping he could string the right words together to make him laugh again. To see what his honest smile looked like before he left the store.
Komaeda strapped the bandage he’d been working on over his thumb and eased out from behind the counter. Geez, this guy had intense eyes, didn’t he? He also had a snappy suit on, with a name tag by the lapel. Hinata. He was called “Hinata,” and apparently he was somebody at the infamous Kuzuryuu Law Firm’s personal assistant. Hinata was maybe Komaeda’s age… He had a sharp, determined awake-ness about him Komaeda didn’t think it would be possible to fake.
“I guess, if it were me, I’d start with a few yellow carnations,” Komaeda told Hinata. He drifted over and gathered a handful of the nicest flowers from the carnation display, checking the delicate petals for damage as he went. Lifting them carefully with his prosthetic fingers. “They symbolize rejection, you know?”
“I guess I know that now,” Hinata said.
“And then, maybe we’ll add a little texture. Do you like orange lilies?”
Hinata shrugged.
“They symbolize hatred and pride.”
A smirk, then. “Perfect,” Hinata said. Of course Komaeda wanted to ask what had happened… Who these “fuck you” flowers were actually for. But something stopped him. It was a little like how Komaeda didn’t press Togami for his origin story, so long as his paychecks could — apparently? — go through okay, and a little like how he never tried to peek at Koizumi’s photography school projects until she explicitly shared them with him. Things tended to sway unknowingly into “disastrous” all too often in Komaeda’s life, anyway, even when he didn’t go around looking for trouble.
“And this is what I meant by a sunset —“ Komaeda continued, “ — you have all these yellows and oranges, a little striped red… And now, petunias? That deep purple-y night creeping in. They represent resentment, I’ve heard. Do you think… I mean, is this alright, sir? I’ll wrap some tight ribbons around the base, too. Something strangling.”
Hinata nodded, and Komaeda fiddled with the bouquet, and when Hinata took a shaky, watery breath Komaeda wondered if it would be too forward to offer him some tissues. In the end, he just tapped the box gently across the counter. There if they were needed, but not the sort of thing he’d make a big show about.
A little while after that, Hinata started talking. A dull mutter, at first, more to himself than anything… But soon enough he was meeting Komaeda’s eyes as he tangled some black ribbon around the gathered flowers and selected a clear dark-glass vase from behind the counter. He… Whoa. He probably told Komaeda everything? Pretty much?
That didn’t generally happen. Normally there was something about Komaeda that knocked people off-balance without him meaning it to, it seemed. “You remind people of a ghost,” Koizumi had said once. “I mean… When I take pictures of you, even, they come out blurry every time.” And, “It’s not your fault, just… So you know…”— that was from Togami, there. “However people treat you. However you were born. It’s not your fault at all, and we, your friends, we’ll support you.”
But Hinata seemed comfortable enough with Komaeda, just a couple minutes in. Komaeda brought a chair over to the other side of the counter for him and got some lemonade out of the staff fridge in the back of the store. He scrambled his way through pretty much the whole conversation, always certain he was saying the wrong thing. Tripping over his tongue. Chanting, “… Shit, shit, shit…” in his head.
When was Hinata going to realize who exactly he was confessing so much about his ex’s upcoming engagement party to?! When was he going to frown at Komaeda and ask why he hadn’t been offered his change back yet?
Hinata wasn’t jealous of his ex’s new life, it seemed — but he was furious he’d gotten an invitation to this damn party at all, given everything that’d happened between them. Shouldn’t he just be allowed to move on, or whatever? Komaeda said he understood, though actually… Actually he’d never even kissed anyone, not yet. He bound the ribbons tighter around Hinata’s hate-bouquet, so maybe his ex would feel appropriately smothered looking at them. They were going to drape down the sides of the vase, a little like reaching arms.
Hinata was just going to drop these flowers off in the happy couple’s gift pile, and then get the hell out of there. Komaeda said that sounded like an excellent plan. It wasn’t like Hinata didn’t have other things to do with his life, right? Right. He had work, for one thing. Obviously, because of his name tag? And he had to have hobbies — hobbies Komaeda resisted asking about, for now. He did learn that Hinata had a cat waiting at home, at the very least. Her name was Chiaki, after a childhood friend who had died young.
Komaeda didn’t say this next bit, but he thought that story about the cat was sort of sweet. Hinata’s name meant “Sunflower,” after all… And sunflowers represented loyalty, didn’t they? Maybe Hinata would’ve thought that was neat. Possibly not, though. A lot of people acted like Komaeda’s observations were weird, so he kept his mouth shut. He realized he was smiling after a minute, and that he probably shouldn’t grin after hearing about this handsome customer’s dead friend. Komaeda bit down the edges of his smile, forcefully.
It sounded like Hinata agreed with Komaeda’s points, though, anyway. Appreciated the pep-talk, somewhat. He said yeah, yeah, and he had stuff to do after the engagement party, too! It wasn’t like he could stand around all day pretending to like everybody’s clothes. There were some friends he was supposed to meet for dinner. To catch up, after a long time. And hey, he could even swing back here on the way! Tell Komaeda how it went, or something.
Hinata asked how late the shop would be open, and Komaeda was so, so tempted to say, “However late you need.” He didn’t, though. He said six-thirty, because that was true. It was on the sign by the door, after all. Just under the note announcing that the shop was closed for lunch.
Hinata thought that through and said he’d be back soon. He slammed his hand down on the table as he said it, too — maybe dramatic exclamations were sort of a thing with him?
When he got back from his coffee run, Togami set an unflavored latte next to Komaeda’s hand — a silent gift, even though Togami couldn’t understand why Komaeda didn’t like sweet things — and asked why his face was folded down into his arms like that. Why his shoulders were shaking with such ominous laughter. Did he have to emergency-rescue any of the plants, again? Did Komaeda need a ride to the hospital, or something?
When Komaeda told him what had actually happened, Togami double-checked that the door was really, truly locked this time. Then, he flopped down in Hinata’s abandoned chair and they talked through how they’d play it cool… Or, as cool as they could, likely as not… When Hinata came by again.
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Some Danganronpa babes confessing to their long-time crushes
Holy shit, I've been very inactive! I'm super-duper sorry! I've been very, very busy, and now that summer is finally here I'll be more active, yay! So, as an apology, I'm going to post my second scenario, and I hope that at least one person actually reads through it! Hopefully, the Danganronpa community isn't dead yet!
Makoto Naegi-
♣Although he had planned for this for weeks, he was still anxiety-filled.
♣This could go two ways, assuming his luck didn't play into it as well. A simple yes or no, it wouldn't hurt him too much, right?
♣Wrong. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you said no, nor if you said yes.
♣He wanted to do it the classic way- confessing to you after school behind a cherry-tree. It had worked for all of those anime characters, why not him?
♣He was observing the tree when you arrived, so his back was to you. He turned around-
♣He tripped, abort mission
♣After a bit of laughing, you helped him back up, and asked him why he wanted to talk, although you thought you knew already.
♣After a bit of stuttering, he managed to get it out.
♣”Y/N, you've been one of my best friends for a long time. No matter what my luck manages to do, you're always there with me to help me up, quite literally! I've liked you for such a long time, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out?” He said, in a very fast pace. You could barely understand him.
♣Whether or not you said yes was up to you, but he hoped that his luck would finally work it's magic.
Byakuya Togami-
♕Honestly, he wasn't too concerned. He figured that his money could help buy you over, since his wealth was clearly one of his best attributes.
♕But, he was too aloof to just ask you in person. And, since he clearly couldn't write his feelings for himself, he asked for help.
♕Specifically, he asked Naegi for help, which in retrospect wasn't the best choice for him.
♕After successfully obtaining the note from Naegi, he sealed it up and signed his name on it.
♕The next day at school, just before class started, he slipped it into your locker, which was convieniently close to his.
♕During class, he was a bit quieter than usual, not bothering to shoo Touko, as his mind was completely focused on you, and how you'd respond.
♕Of course, he hoped you would accept, but he did also realize that he could easily replace you if you said no, though it would pain him a bit.
♕After class was over, you went to your locker to grab your books. A letter fell out.
♕You opened it, and read it through.
♕It read- ‘Dear Y/N. My heart has found its way to you with all my love. I want you and no one else because you mean everything to me. I think we should try and make this work. I hope you know you're the one and only one that I want. You're the perfect friend, and I hope we can and will grow to be more. I could never ask for better than what we already have. I hope you're feeling the same way because my heart is set on you and only you.’
♕You already knew it wasn't in his own words, but you were touched nonetheless. It took you awhile to think about it, but you soon had your answer.
Kyouko Kirigiri-
♢You two had been close for a while, and you had managed to be one of the few lucky people to get to know her.
♢She adored everything about you for quite a while, though it never showed.
♢Since she had recently found out that you both enjoyed the same book series, she figured she could confess through that.
♢You were on the second book, almost done and ready to go onto the third.
♢She had checked it out before you, though, and paid the librarian for the damages she would cause, although small.
♢She flipped through the pages until she found the last one, in which the main character confessed to the love-interest. She underlined the words the character had said, and opened to an empty page which was right after the end. She grabbed a purple ballpoint pen.
♢’Y/N, I’d greatly enjoy it if the two of us could be as close as protagonists in this book. I'm hoping you already know who I am, so you can come and speak with me.’
♢She closed the book and went back to return it.
♢A few days later, you went to go check out that exact book, and in a week you managed to finish it.
♢However, what caught your attention was the bold underline on the confession. You flipped to the last page and read the note, which was addressed to you, surprisingly.
♢Knowing fully well who it was, you decided to go confront it about her, your answer completely clear to you now.
Hajime Hinata-
☞He was a bit afraid to tell you how he felt. What if you didn't like him back because he was too plain? What if he messed up?
☞So, he asked Chiaki to help him, and she delivered, like any good friend would.
☞After a while of her rambling about a hard dating sim she had heard about, she tried giving him advice.
☞”Well, in dating sims they usually ask them out on a date to their favorite place. Do you know Y/N’s favorite place?”
☞”Their house?” He asked. As if that was a good place to go on a first date.
☞”No, like a restaurant or something.” Chiaki sighed, already getting too tired to deal with this love-retarded boy.
☞”I mean, they like to go to that one park with all the cherry blossom trees..” He thought.
☞After talking to Chiaki for a while, he agreed on asking you out to said park.
☞So, after school one day, he pulled you aside. You looked confused. Your best friend, Mahiru, was waiting for you, since you always walked home together.
☞”Hey, Y/N, I like you a lot, and I was wondering if you'd like to go to the park with me tomorrow?” He silently prayed you said yes.
☞Though it was short, your heart warmed a bit after hearing the confession. You had to give him your decision quick, or Mahiru would get angry, so you thought for a second and spoke.
Nagito Komaeda-
♧He knew you'd say no, it's just that some kids from his class had been pressuring him into telling you.
♧He liked you a lot, and hoped you could be more, but he knew it wouldn't happen because who would love trash like him?
♧Nekomaru had given him a pep talk before he went to tell you, hilariously enough. It mainly consisted of him making Komaeda yell his (and your) name. It embarrassed him even further, his face already tinted red.
♧So, after class one day, he tapped your shoulder in an attempt to get your attention.
♧However, his luck had decided to strike, and once you turned around someone pushed you into his chest, officially making the both of you red faced.
♧He pulled back quickly, and apologized profusely.
♧”Bro, it's okay, it wasn't your fault anyways.” You giggled.
♧”Anyways, there's something I'd like to tell you.” he began, nervously fiddling with his thumbs.
♧”Y/N, I've found myself liking you with a passion that friends shouldn’t have. I know you'll say no, since it's impossible for someone to like trash, but I'd like to ask if you want to go out?”
♧You didn't hesitate to respond, since you've already been thinking about how you'd respond to something like this, and because your second class was about to start. Hopefully you don't put this boy into despair.
Chiaki Nanami-
(Some clarification in this- You're the ultimate game designer in Chiaki’s scenarios)
🎮Sure, Chiaki was good at video games. But there's one genre that's hard for her.
🎮Dating sims. And, because of this, she wasn't too sure about how well she’d be able to confess.
🎮Taking it upon herself to study a bit more, she downloaded a dating sim labeled as ‘Mildly easy’.
🎮After a day or two of attempting to beat it, she stumbled upon a character that eerily resembled you. It's name was (Your name but with some letters swapped). She decided that she had to go that route, since she figured it would help her confess.
🎮It took her about fourteen hours to finish, but the confession at the end made it all worthwhile..
🎮It read, ‘(Your name but with some letters swapped), Ever since I met you I've been endeared to you. From your looks to your personality, I like it all. You're all that I want, and I hope you feel that way too?’
🎮And, from the way the character responded, Chiaki supposed that the exact same confession should work for you.
🎮So, Chiaki decided to tell you immediately at school tomorrow.
🎮You were walking through the halls until Chiaki walked up to you, looking determined as ever.
🎮She recited the confession, using your name instead of the character’s, and your response was a short, simple giggle.
🎮”Nanami, did you find my dating sim? I knew you'd play it someday!” You smiled, although the girl in front of you was very, very confused.
🎮After having a short laugh, you gave Chiaki your answer, either letting her down immensely or making her day even better.
Shuichi Saihara-
🔎He may or may not have cried while thinking about how you'd respond.
🔎He was obviously too shy to tell you in person, even after Kaede’s inspiring pep-talk.
🔎So, he wrote a letter that conveyed all of his emotions, though it might be a bit long.
🔎It read, ‘Dear Y/N. Every word you confide in me, every wonderful and terrible moment you share with me, melts me inside.
You let yourself be vulnerable with me and trust me beyond my comprehension. I never imagined I would truly find another who I would want to spend so much time with, who could truly touch my life the way you have, even without trying. I look forward to many more special moments together. When I see you, I see my future. This is not just talk. It truly comes from the heart. I am consumed by the desire to be with you, to talk to you and to feel you near me. I want to hold you, talk to you, laugh with you, cry with you. I want to play, walk, dance and just be one with you. I think you could become my everything. I know I want to be everything to you. I love you, Y/N L/N.’ And he signed it at the bottom.
🔎But, last second, he chickened out, leading to Kokichi stealing the letter, reading it and laughing. And Shuichi’s ego deflated even more, if possible.
🔎Kokichi ran up to your locker and put it in for the other boy.
🔎Y’see, Kokichi was a hardcore shipper of you two, and wanted to help-
🔎And so, after class you opened your locker and read it. It made your heartbeat pick up its pace, and your face turn red.
🔎You confronted Shuichi immediately.
🔎If you say yes, he’ll probably cry. If you say no, he’ll probably cry AND become depressed. Good luck.
Kokichi Ouma-
♖He isn’t nervous at all. He was SURE you'd like him back.
♖But that's a lie, of course. He was scared. There's a small chance of you liking an asshole like him, so he only had a small amount of certainty.
♖He's not necessarily shy, so he decided to do it in person, since that's the most head-on way to do it.
♖So, like most of the others, he chose to tell you after class.
♖You were walking out of class when you were caught off-guard by him jumping on you.
♖And you fell over, as a result, and you ended up in a weird position in which he was straddling you, and his hands were on your stomach.
♖At this point, there's absolutely NO going back. So, in a state of rushed panic, he suddenly yells out-
♖”Y/N, I LIKE YOU A LOT”
♖And now you're both blushing a deep red.
♖Before you could answer, he gets up and runs away, which surprised you immensely.
♖Now you need to go find a flustered boy and tell him if you like him or not. Good luck with that, and don't die.
Kaede Akamatsu-
♬She was DETERMINED.
♬Nothing could stop her now. She was literally on her way to your house right now to go and confess to you.
♬At 2 AM.
♬On a Sunday.
♬But she didn't even care. True love was worth it, right?
♬So, when she burst through your window, effectively breaking the glass and ripping the curtains, you were surprised, to say the least.
♬”Kaede what the FUCK are you doing in my house at 2 AM?”
♬”Y/N I’M HERE TO PROCLAIM MY LOVE FOR YOU”
♬On comes a long, and passion-filled confession. It was so early that you weren't thinking when you responded. You either made a decision that would literally keep you bound to her for life, or make her day horrible and make her gross sob to Shuichi. It all depends on how your dreary form at 2 AM responded.
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Summary: Mahiru has to marry someone she doesn’t want to. (KuroMahi, Fantasy AU, Fem Mahiru)
Mahiru was wearing a wedding dress but it still felt surreal to her. Her maids clipped a long veil into hair and draped it over her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and she almost didn’t recognize herself. While she was dressed as a bride, she certainly wasn’t a happy one. Her kingdom’s leaders had arranged the marriage and she reluctantly agreed to it.
Werewolves had been attacking the kingdom’s border and Mahiru wanted to end the conflict quickly. She was one of the land’s strongest sorcerers and she hoped she could help the negotiation with her magic. Mahiru never expected the werewolves would ask for an alliance bound by marriage. But here she was in a wedding dress.
She glanced out the window and she noticed a cluster of apple blossoms tucked against the wooden frame. She stepped away from the mirror and asked her maids: “May I have a moment alone? There is still time before the ceremony and I would like to collect my thoughts. I know this marriage is important so I have no plans of running away. You need not to worry about that. I only need ten minutes.”
From their expressions, she could see that they were hesitant. Mahiru was glad that they agreed and left her alone in the room. She listened to their footsteps until she knew that they were down the hall. After she locked the door, she immediately went to the window. She picked up the flowers and twirled the branch between her fingertips. She could guess who left the flowers for her.
Mahiru opened the window and leaned out slightly to find Kuro. He was standing guard next to her window like the loyal guard he was. She sat on the window sill and raised the blossom to her nose. It was sweet. She wanted to thank him for picking the flowers for her. Yet, she couldn’t find any words when this could be their last chance to speak.
Kuro was the one who broke the silence. “Can you see anything through that veil?”
“Yes, but not very well.” She chuckled and lifted the veil from her face. There was a sad smile on her face. Mahiru tried to hide it behind the flowers but he already saw it. This conversation could be the last time they talk. After she made her vows, she would be taken to the werewolf’s kingdom. Kuro was her guard but he couldn’t go with her. He had other responsibilities as the leader of the vampires.
“Wrath said that you were sad you couldn’t go apple picking yesterday. The apples won’t be ready to harvest until next week and by then you’ll be…” Kuro’s voice trailed off when he saw regret pass over her face. “She said these apple blossoms might cheer you up so I brought you some.”
“Thank you, Kuro, these are beautiful. Please tell Wrath and your siblings that I’m going to miss them.” Mahiru knew that she would miss Kuro most. Since he was her guard, they spent a lot of time together. They grew so close that Mahiru didn’t think of their jobs whenever they were together. “Thank you for always protecting me. I hope we can see each other again.”
“Me too. Even if you made my job difficult by running into every dangerous situation you could find.” He chuckled when he thought of the adventures they went on. Mahiru smiled as well. She spread out her arms to give Kuro a hug. She leaned forward a little too much and she began to slip off the window sill. Instinctively, he reached out to save her.
Her white dress hit him as he caught her in his arms. She laughed when she saw him struggle with the frills and she smoothed them down with her hands. After she tamed the layers of ruffles, Mahiru smiled up at him. “It looks like you saved me again. I’m not used to wearing such a large dress.”
Kuro carefully placed Mahiru on the ground. His hands lingered on her hips even after she was on her feet. She didn’t push his hands away and she actually moved closer to him. She thought his warm hands were comforting. Mahiru brushed her fingers over the bows decorating her dress and then she fiddled with the veil in her brown hair. “Do I look weird?”
“No,” He answered her. Kuro couldn’t tell her how he thought she looked stunning in her wedding dress. Even if she was wearing a simple dress, he would find her beautiful. It wasn’t clothes that made her gorgeous to Kuro but her smile. Whenever Mahiru smiled, her eyes shined and her cheeks glowed. Her personality and kindness was even more beautiful.
Mahiru picked up the apple blossom branch she dropped when she fell. Regret made her heart feel heavy and she whispered, “I wish we can go to Wrath’s apple farm one last time. Even if I can’t pick apples, I can see the apple blossoms.”
“Then, why don’t you two go and have some fun together?” They jumped apart once they heard the voice. Mahiru looked over her shoulder and saw Tsurugi approach them. He was smiling brightly and she had to question what he had planned. She reminded him that the ceremony would start soon but he merely shrugged. Tsurugi said, “That’s still an hour you have to yourself.”
He climbed through the open window and faced them. He patted Mahiru’s shoulder brotherly. “I’ll keep people from coming in and finding out you’re gone. So, you two can go and have fun at the farm. My horse is waiting over there. As long as you come back in time, everything should be fine.”
“I would like to see the apple blossoms even if I can’t pick apples. Thank you so much, Tsurugi.” She stood on her toes to hug him. Mahiru thought of Tsurugi as a brother and she was thankful for his support. She let go of him and took Kuro’s hand. She tugged him towards the horse waiting nearby. Kuro knew they shouldn’t go but he found himself running with her. How could he not when she looked so happy?
Mahiru stopped in front of the white horse and gave it a pet. She tried to climb onto its back but it was difficult when she was wearing a fluffy dress. Kuro placed his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the horse. He climbed onto the horse behind her and reached around her to take the reins. He glanced around them to see if anyone could see them before he steered the horse towards the forest.
The farm was near the castle so the trip wouldn’t take very long. She leaned back against Kuro and let herself enjoy his presence. Mahiru looked up at him and admired how the wind played through his light hair. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that they were visiting the farm on an ordinary, sunny day. For the next hour, she didn’t have to think about her arranged marriage.
Kuro slowed their horse when they neared the farm. He chose to take them to a secluded part of his sister’s farm so they wouldn’t be found. Mahiru slid off the horse before it could stop completely. She picked up her skirt and climbed over the fence. She stopped beneath the tree branches and tilted her head back to stare at the apple blossoms.
“They’re simple but still beautiful.” Mahiru plucked a flower from a branch and placed it on Kuro’s jacket. Its light colour stood out against the dark fabric. “Five years ago, I wouldn’t have guessed that vampires were the ones who ran this apple farm.”
“We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” He stood beside her. The farm held a special place in her heart because it was where she first met Kuro. When they first met, he was shocked that Mahiru didn’t try to chase him out of the kingdom. He eventually learned that she was kind and openminded. She helped him and his people by negotiating an alliance between the vampires and sorcerers.
Kuro took off his jacket and held it out to her. “You should put this on before your dress gets dirty. There’s already dirt on the hem of your dress.”
“I can remove the dirt with magic later.” Mahiru said but she slipped the jacket on. Then she picked up her skirt and shook the leaves from it. She didn’t look up from her feet and let out a heavy sigh. She tightened her hands in the white frills of her skirt. “I was able to make an alliance with angels and vampires. Yet, with werewolves, we have to resort to this old tradition.”
“You’re the strongest person I know, Mahiru. I’m certain Licht will help you fight them. My family will support you too.” He didn’t like the idea of Mahiru sacrificing herself to stop the werewolf attacks. Kuro wished that there was something he could do for her. They argued over solutions for weeks but Mahiru insisted that she couldn’t involve her friends in a fight with werewolves.
“We talked about this, Kuro. A war with werewolves will lead to more people dying. Their prince has made it clear that he wants a bride with powerful magic to strengthen their bloodline.” Mahiru bit her lip. Her stomach turned at the thought of starting a family with someone she didn’t love. “If I don’t marry their prince, they will continue to attack our borders and kidnap girls.”
She wished that there was another solution where no one was hurt. Mahiru stood on her toes and kissed Kuro’s cheek. “Thank you for bringing me here one last time.”
Mahiru stood at the start of the aisle and took a shaky breath. She reminded herself that the wedding would help protect her friends. She forced herself to stare forward and take a step. Her eyes met Kuro’s and her heart squeezed. He stood next to the groom with the other guards. She thought of the conversation they shared earlier and how he called her strong.
Her steps became more certain as she walked towards Kuro. She reached the end of the aisle where the king handed her to her fiancé. The preacher told them to step onto the platform and face each other. Yet her feet were rooted in place. Mahiru found that she couldn’t look away from Kuro. She heard hushed whispers behind her while she stood as still as a statue.
Her fiancé persistently tugged on her arm but that only made her dig in her feet. She couldn’t go through with the wedding. The entire time she walked down the aisle, she stared at Kuro because he was the person she wanted to be with. Her heart was arguing with her logic and she didn’t know what she should do. The groom shook her roughly and began to yell.
Anger flared in Kuro’s eyes when he saw him hurt her. He instinctively stepped forward to help her. At the same time, Mahiru wretched her arm out of the man’s grip and picked up her heavy skirt. She darted to Kuro and threw her arms around him. She immediately felt calmer when he circled her in his warmth. “I can’t do this, Kuro.”
“I won’t let them take you.” He vowed. Kuro could feel several people glare daggers at them and placed a hand on her hair. Several werewolves stood but he was prepared to fight them to protect Mahiru. He gripped his sword on his belt. He was surprised when Mahiru stopped him. She didn’t say a word but he could read her thoughts. Even now, she was wary of a conflict with werewolves.
Mahiru turned in his arms and faced the werewolf prince. She stood in front of Kuro as she addressed the prince. Her eyes narrowed when he reached for his sword. With a spell, she encased his sword in ice so he couldn’t unsheathe it. “I’m sorry. I thought I could go through with this wedding but I can’t agree to a political marriage. Can we try to negotiate another solution?”
“You already agreed to this marriage. You cannot go back on your word!” Mahiru wished she refused the proposal sooner but she wouldn’t regret her choice. She reached behind her and took Kuro’s hand. He lightly squeezed her fingers in return. Her back straightened when the prince rushed forward to attack them. She was prepared to defend Kuro.
Tsurugi stepped between them and restrained the prince with black ropes. “Mahiru has made her decision. She has the support of her people as well. I would suggest you take Mahiru’s suggestion and sit down to negotiate another treaty.”
Mahiru immediately ran out of the room to speak with Kuro once the meeting was over. From her beaming smile, he knew that it went well. She hugged him tightly for a moment. She leaned away from him but she didn’t let him go. Her hands cupped his face. She explained the meeting too quickly for him to understand the politics but that wasn’t what mattered to him.
She didn’t have to marry someone else and leave.
Kuro threaded his fingers through her hair. That action loosened the apple blossoms woven into her hair. He caught them before it could fall to the ground. He held out the delicate flowers to her. Mahiru smiled and cupped his hands around the flowers. “The apples should be ready to harvest now. I’m not wearing a wedding dress so we can apple picking. Can you take me to the apple farm?”
He nodded and took her hands. The warmth from his hand spread to her heart and made Mahiru smile. She promised that the next time she wore a wedding dress, it would be for Kuro.
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KuroMahi Week || Day 01: Reunion/Farewell
I didn’t know if I would participate in KuroMahi week because I’ve been busy lately. I started working on this fanfic yesterday and realized that it fit the theme well enough so stayed up all night to finish it on time. This might be the only day I contribute.
“Here, Kuro, try these and tell me if you can taste the cinnamon. They’re fresh. Just be careful because it’s hot.” Mahiru warned his friend as he set a tray of freshly made muffins in front of him. It was hot in the bakery and Mahiru wiped his sweat from his forehead with his apron. His shirt rose slightly as he did so and Kuro caught himself staring. He pulled his eyes away and ate a muffin.
He went back to the old stone oven to put out the flames. Without the fire blazing, it became cooler. From the corner of his eyes, Mahiru watched Kuro finish the muffins like a starving man. He giggled slightly to himself and he was happy to see Kuro enjoy his food. He continued to clean the bakery as he spoke idle with him. Mahiru enjoyed their light conversation and he couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you for keeping me company while I close the bakery. I shouldn’t take too long.”
They were neighbours and Mahiru couldn’t remember a time they didn’t know each other. Kuro was two years older than him so Mahiru would follow him like a little duckling when they were children. Over the years, they grew closer and he was now his best friend. His heart would make little flips whenever he saw him but Mahiru didn’t realize what it meant yet. He thought it was simpler to live in the moment with Kuro. After all, he couldn’t imagine a future they weren’t together.
“This is the last batch.” Mahiru placed the muffins in a basket and covered it with a cloth. They walked out of the bakery and Kuro watched the road carefully. It was late and they didn’t have much beside the moonlight to guide them. He didn’t say a word but Mahiru could see that he was slightly tense. If Kuro wasn’t with him, Mahiru was certain that he would be afraid as well.
He lightly touched his arm. With a warm smile, Mahiru said: “We should hurry home. People have been disappearing at night and it’s dangerous. Thank you for always walking me home.”
“The bakery is on my way home and I get to rest my legs there. Walking is troublesome.” Kuro said and Mahiru nodded wearily. “You pay me in food too.”
Mahiru knew that Kuro had a kind heart and that was the reason he walked him home. He glanced at his hand and thought of how strong they were. A part of him wanted to hold his hand but he stopped himself. He absentmindedly fiddled with his brown hair to keep his hands busy. “You’re always taking care of me, aren’t you? When I hurt my leg on our fishing trip, you carried me back to the village.”
“I couldn’t leave you.” Kuro mumbled the confession. He wanted to protect Mahiru’s smile because it was precious to him. He thought of another excuse so Mahiru wouldn’t know the feelings behind his actions. “Who else is going to bake me cookies?”
“Well, baking and science are very similar so maybe you can try it with Sensei.” At the mention of his father, Kuro became deathly quiet and a shadow crossed his face. Mahiru bit his lip, wondering if he should’ve mentioned his father. He had seen the family grow distant over the past three months and he wished he could do something to help. “Maybe I can give you two a baking class.”
“Baking and science are very different.” Kuro sighed heavily at his suggestion. The sweets Mahiru created in his bakery were quaint and warm. He couldn’t say the same for his father’s experiment. He looked to Mahiru again and his heart quivered. “Can you make me a promise?”
“Why the sudden question?” Mahiru tilted his head in confusion. But he didn’t question him before he nodded to him. “I’ll do anything for you, Kuro.”
“Just… Please, be careful at night. I might be busy next week and I won’t be able to walk you home. If someone strange approaches you, run. Go to the bakery or your friend’s house.” Kuro said. There was a tinge of desperation in his voice that puzzled Mahiru. Villagers had been disappearing mysteriously but something told him that Kuro’s fear ran deeper than rumours. “Promise me, Mahiru.”
“I promise I’ll be careful.” He stopped walking and stood in front of Kuro. He reached up to cup his cheek in his hand. Mahiru tried to read the emotions in his blue eyes but they were guarded for the first time since he knew Kuro. “Is something troubling you, Kuro? You can talk to me about it. The entire village is afraid but I’m not because I know we’ll protect each other.”
Mahiru took off his long, blue cloak and draped it over Kuro’s shoulders. He hoped that it would keep him warm and comfort him when they couldn’t be together. “I made a promise to you and I want you to give me one too. Will you lean on me when you need help?”
“You take on a lot of responsibilities already.” Mahiru was disappointed by his answer. He felt Kuro’s hand on the top of his head and warmth swelled in Mahiru’s chest in reaction. His hand fell away and he took a step back from him. He whispered, “We’re home. Remember to lock your doors and windows. Goodnight, Mahiru.”
“Goodnight, Kuro.” He said softly back to him. He wished he could spend more time with Kuro but it was already late. Mahiru stood in his doorway and watched Kuro walk to his home next door. Once they were certain that the other was safe, they waved to each other and then went into their home.
The door creaked loudly as Kuro closed the door behind him. His hand clutched over the blue fabric of Mahiru’s cloak. Kuro thought of the promise Mahiru wanted him to make. How could he promise to lean on him when he already made a vow to protect him? He refused to endanger Mahiru by pulling him into the terrible world he knew. Kuro groaned and ran his hand through his hair.
He walked down the steps to the basement where he knew his father was working. His father no longer tried to hide his experiments from him and Kuro missed the days he was blissfully ignorant. He entered his lab and found his father toying with a cat doll. Its broken movement sent a chill down Kuro’s back. He did his best to ignore it and avoid acknowledging the demon.
His father only noticed that he was in the room once he knocked on the table. Kuro dropped a small bag next to the doll. “I collected the stones you asked me to. Can’t you buy them yourself? I told you I don’t want to be involved with these experiments. It’s impossible to make someone immortal so this research is pointless. I don’t want to see people I care for die!”
“There is one thing that is immortal: people’s sins. Sloth, pride, envy, wrath, greed, gluttony, lust and melancholy. That energy is eternal. If I can use people’s sin to create a powerful creature, I will be closer to my goal. It will be my immortal servant. All I need is a better host than this doll.” His father went on but Kuro had stopped listening to him long ago.
Kuro didn’t agree with his father’s goals but there was little he could do to stop him. If he told others about the experiments, they would execute his father. He was a teenager and he didn’t know if he could defy his father. He felt a mixture of fear and loyalty towards the man who raised him. Another sigh escaped Kuro and he started to leave.
His father’s voice stopped him. “You don’t invite your friend Mahiru here anymore.”
“You’re creating vampires in our basement! What if that thing escapes and attacks Mahiru? I want to keep him as far from this as possible.” He turned back and faced his father. He gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles became white. “Don’t hurt him. I’m certain he has never committed a sin that you can use for your experiments.”
“I won’t kill your friend. A human would be a better host for this power than a doll though.” He mused to himself. “Of course, if that human isn’t strong enough, this power could kill him.”
“Stay away from Mahiru!” Kuro hit the doll off the table in his anger. His father barely reacted to his outburst and merely went on to write in his notebook. He snarled at the man but he knew that it was impossible to stop his father once he thought of an experiment. He couldn’t count the number of times he begged his father to stop before he gave up.
Mahiru’s soft smile appeared in his mind. He was trusting and kind hearted, which his father would take advantage. Kuro thought there were nothing he could do to stop his father but maybe he could protect Mahiru. He took a shaky breath and faced his father.
“If your experiment fails and something happens to Mahiru, people will immediately suspect our family. He isn’t like the others you’ve taken. His uncle loves him and he will tear apart this village to find him. I will help him as well.” He strengthened his resolve and went on. “If you want a test subject, use me. You can tell the village I ran away if anything happens and they’ll believe you.”
“For months, you had been against this but you suddenly want to be a part of it now?” He raised a brow at him.
“On the condition that you stay away from Mahiru.”
Mahiru made his way down the street to the shoe cobbler shop Kuro worked at. Lately, Kuro had been acting strange and he was growing more concerned each day. He noticed that he was weaker and had bruises on his arm. He asked him who caused the bruises but Kuro refused to tell him. Even if he wouldn’t tell him, he wanted to do whatever he could for him. He looked down at the lunch he packed for Kuro. Hopefully, he could make him open up while they ate together.
The bell chimed when Mahiru opened the door. He didn’t see Kuro immediately so he walked to the desk where the shop owner was polishing a shoe. Mahiru tapped his shoulder and said: “Excuses me, is Kuro having lunch in the backroom? I made him lunch and I was hoping that I could eat with him. I brought a scone for you as well, Sir.”
“Kuro didn’t come in today. I haven’t heard from him either.” The shop owner told him and Mahiru’s brows drew together in worry. He knew Kuro could be lazy but he wouldn’t skip work without telling someone. Also, Kuro told him he wanted to save money to buy his own home. Mahiru remembered the bruises Kuro had and his imagination began to race. What if something had happened to him?
“I’ll go to his house and check on him!” He told the man. Mahiru ran out of the shop without waiting to hear his reply. He needed to see if Kuro was safe and well. Since they were children, Kuro would take care of him and he wanted to do the same for him. He raced down the street and he was certain the other villagers thought he was mad.
He ignored their stares. The only thing on his mind was Kuro as he raced to his home. He hoped that Kuro had merely lost track of time and he was sleeping in bed. Mahiru reached his door and knocked frantically. Even though he knew it was rude, he didn’t stop knocking until someone opened the door. To his disappointment, it was Kuro’s father who appeared in the doorway.
“Good afternoon, Sensei. Is Kuro here?” Mahiru tried to look behind the man to see if he was in the house. “May I come in? I’m worried about Kuro and I really need to see him.”
“Kuro isn’t here.” Sensei told him. “He left the village. I don’t know where he intends to go.”
“You’re lying,” He couldn’t believe that Kuro would simply leave without telling him or saying goodbye. He knew that he intended to buy a house for himself but he didn’t think he would leave their tiny village. Mahiru pushed his way into the house and stormed to Kuro’s room. He needed to find his friend. He called his name and his voice echoed through the narrow hall.
Mahiru entered his room but it was empty. He bit his lip and he could only stare at the messy room. He scanned the room for any hint of where Kuro could be. On the bed, he found bloodied bandages and Mahiru’s fears worsened. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned sharply. Kuro’s father stood in the doorway.
“You should leave, Mahiru. Kuro isn’t here and I don’t think he wants to see you again.”
His voice was cold but his words implied that Kuro was still alive. Mahiru clung to that hope. “I want to see him though! I will find him again even if I have to search for him by myself. Nothing will make me give up on him.”
Kuro did his best not to fidget as Mahiru drew him in his sketchpad. It was still unbelievable to him that his best friend was sitting across from him. A thousand lonely years had passed since he was turned into a vampire and he missed Mahiru. He didn’t know if the person before him was a reincarnation or an ancestor of the Mahiru he knew when he was a human.
“Can I move now? It’s awkward sitting here with you staring at me like that.” He asked with a slight blush. Mahiru nodded to him and put down his pencil. Then, he hopped off his chair to sit on the couch next to Kuro. He leaned against his arm and tilted his sketchbook towards him.
“Thank you for letting me draw you for my art class. I’m not a great artist but I think this is my best one yet. Once I finish colouring this, I can get started on those muffins for the bake sale. You can taste test some as a reward for being my model.” Mahiru offered. He stretched his arm to grab his pencil case on the table because he didn’t want to move from Kuro’s side.
Kuro grabbed the case from him and placed it on his lap. He thanked him with a warm smile and that simple act made him flustered. Mahiru was oblivious to the effect he had on him and went on to colour his drawing. He picked up a blue colour pencil to shade his light hair. His eyes would drift back to Kuro and admire the unique colour of his hair.
He felt Kuro rest his cheek on his head and he knew that he was likely dozing off. He smiled to himself as he pictured the peaceful expression he had while he slept. At first, his lazy nature would annoy him but he grew to love his quirks. They were oddly familiar and comforting. Kuro felt like home to him even when they only first met.
Mahiru lightly stroked his blue hair before he returned to his homework. Unconsciously, he went to colour his eyes with the same turquoise. He stared at the drawing he made for a moment. He felt like the world start to spin around him and he closed his eyes. Memories that had long ago faded started to come back to Mahiru.
He stood and his colour pencils scattered over the ground. His sudden movement startled Kuro and he was confused. Mahiru’s eyes appeared dazed and far away. He took his hands and tried to pull him back. Kuro tilted his face up until their eyes met. “Are you okay, Mahiru? What happened?”
“… You disappeared.” His voice was small and it was almost a whisper. Mahiru brushed his bangs aside so he could see his red eyes better. They appeared blue for a moment and everything became clear to him. His own brown eyes began to fill with tears and they blurred his vision. Kuro tenderly wiped away his tears with his sleeve.
“What do you mean I disappeared? I’m right here.” Kuro kissed his forehead.
He was shocked by how Mahiru gripped his jacket. His hands were trembling as he yelled, “I promised to be careful when you asked me to. You couldn’t do the same when I asked you to lean on me. Then you vanished without telling me goodbye! Now you’ve come back to me a thousand years later as a vampire. Was the reason you left our village because of your father? I searched for you until I… died.”
“Oh God, Mahiru, do remember…” Kuro couldn’t finish because the implications were far too surreal to him. But Mahiru nodded. He had recovered his memories from when they were both human. Guilt fell onto his shoulder because he knew that leaving him must’ve hurt Mahiru. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you that I became a vampire. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“So, it was better for me to wonder if you were dead?” His retort cut Kuro far deeper than Mahiru intended. “Do you know how scared I was for you? I thought I lost my best friend— the person I loved! We’ve known each other for years but you believed that I would reject you for being a vampire? I never stopped looking for you, even after I died.”
“You never learned how to give up.” Kuro chuckled painfully and hugged Mahiru tightly against his chest. He decided not to tell him about the deal he made with his father because he knew Mahiru would blame himself. He kissed his brown hair and rubbed his back. “We’re together now and I won’t leave you again. I promise.”
“Can you make me another promise?” He tilted his face up to him. Mahiru once again asked, “Will you lean on me when you need help?”
“Of course, you’re my partner now.”
Ya’ll can thank @choc0bunnyqueen for the reincarnation ending or else this would be all angst.
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