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One Night Stand; Part 5
Pairings: Simon x Reader
Warnings: Hospitals
A/n: Heres another sub par part, im sorry... I feel like im losing motivation to write this story, but im gonna keep going in hopes that it kinda just hits me like a freight train. Might take a break from this and do a few oneshots.
Word Count: 3309
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Your lungs ache.
A dull creeping ache that wouldn't go away. Air was forced into your lungs, and you sputter and cough. One hand reaching up to try and bat away the intrusion, to make the air that forces your lungs to expand painfully go away.
“Easy, Love. You need to leave that on,” A gruff voice next to you soothes. The words float over you like warm water. A blam to soothe the raw nerve endings exposed over your entire body. Slowly the world starts to come into focus, the steady hiss of an oxygen machine. The quiet beeping of a heart rate monitor, and a second faster paced one that echos it. The harsh smell of disinfectant, and the scratchy sheets on your raw skin.
“Simon…” You mumble, your voice so hoarse you barely recognize it. Talking hurts. Breathing hurts. At this point you weren't sure there was a single thing you could do that didn't hurt.
“I’m here Love,” Simon’s voice is soft, muffled. His large warm hand taking one of yours, a small whimper passing your lips as the heat from his hand causes the raw skin of your hand to burn. Simon quickly lets go, opting to instead brush a strand of your hair back from your face. “Sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you..” he whispers.
“S’okay…” you mumble, finally finding the strength to open your eyes. His dark brown eyes meet yours, a torrent of emotion swirling behind them. His browns pulled tight behind the black and white skull mask that covers his mouth and nose. You can’t help the small smirk that plays on your lips as you see it. Finally it made sense for him to be wearing one, you just wished you weren’t the reason he was wearing it in the correct setting.
“What's so funny?” Simon grunts, his brows furrowed even more.
“The mask…” you cough and rasp, “finally wearing it in the correct setting.”
Simon makes a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. Your eyes flickering around the bright white room. It was set up like any other hospital room, although this one seemed nicer. There was no curtain separating the room in half so another person could be in the room. It was just you and Simon, the TV on, the soundless news flashing across the screen.
“What happened?” You rasp, sucking in a pained breath as the oxygen machine forces more air into your lungs.
“Your apartment building caught on fire.. I found you on the stairs..” he leans forward in his chair, resting his forearms on his thighs. Your eyes trail down to his arms and you notice the soot and ash that still clings to the fabric of his shirt. The small holes that burnt through the thin fabric, revealing the smallest parts of his tattoo.
“How did you find me..” you mumble, your eyes burning like someone scraped them with sandpaper.
“I was already on my way when I saw the smoke, one of your neighbors said she hadn’t seen you. The fire truck was still a few minutes out… I’ve run into worse things than burning buildings.”
“That’s stupid of you….”
“It’s part of my job, love,” he laughs slightly, “although you should sue your landlord. Bloody bastard didn’t even have a working fire system.”
Silence settles over the room, the machines offering white noise. You allow your eyes to close, the burning becoming too much to ignore. As you lay there, listening to the sounds of the machines and Simon’s breathing, the soft whooshing sound catches your attention.
You force your sore eyes open once more and turn to look at Simon, his head resting on his palm. His elbow propped up on his knee. “Is… is that the baby’s heartbeat?” You ask softly, Simon’s brown eyes meeting yours over the fabric of his mask.
“Yeah.. they wanted to monitor them… make sure the smoke inhalation didn't hurt them at all,” he whispers, behind the mask you can tell he's smiling. The way his eyes crinkle around the edges, and the way the mask moves ever so slightly.
“I still can’t get over the fact that there's an actual baby…” you mumble, dry eyes sliding closed again.
“Me either, Love, me either…” Simon murmurs, allowing the steady whooshing sound to fill the room again. As you laid on the bed, you started to take inventory of your injuries. Nothing felt too burnt, your skin aches like a bad sunburn, and a spot on your shoulder stung. Your lungs burned with each breath but it wasn't unmanageable. Your throat felt raw and dry, and your eyes felt like you had walked into a sandstorm with them wide open.
A soft knock on the door draws your attention back to the room. Blinking slowly the room comes back into focus, a woman stands at the door. A white coat adoring her, as she pokes her head in. Her kind blue eyes reminded you of Soap’s, as she steps into the room. Her heels clicking on the tile.
“Hi, I'm Dr. Rykes. How are you feeling?” She asks softly, coming to stand at the foot of the bed, grabbing the metal clipboard that hangs there. She looks it over for a few minutes, flipping the pages back and forth, her brows pulled together.
“I’m okay…” you mumble, as Simon shifts in his seat. His hand comes to rest on your hand again, this time you're prepared for the slight sting of his body heat on your hand so you don't flinch. You just subtly turn your hand over so his hand rests against the less sensitive skin of your palm.
“You’re probably going to feel like you have a sunburn for a few days, the intense heat from the fire can make your skin sensitive. You’ll also have some discomfort breathing and swallowing. But you made it out relatively okay, you did sustain a second degree burn on your shoulder, which will need to be redressed a few times a day,” she smiles, and looks up at you.
“When can she go home?” Simon’s voice startles her, and she looks over.
“In a few hours. I just want to monitor the baby and her oxygen stats,” she sets the clipboard back on the edge of the rail. “Do you have someplace to go?” She looks at me, her blue eyes filling with sympathy.
“Oh-”
“She’ll be staying with me,” Simon cuts you off.
You look over at him, your brows pulled together, “Simon.. I can’t ju-”
“Shh, you’ll stay with me until we can find you a new apartment,” His tone cuts off any argument that starts to form. After a few more questions and the doctor telling you that you need to take it easy and if you have any change in your breathing you are to come back immediately, she leaves.
“Simon.. I can't just crash at your apartment.. I can get a hotel,” you turn towards him, his hand still on yours.
“You can, and you will,” Simon's fingers tighten around yours. The warmth from his palm sends tingles over your skin. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms to make all the anxiety that was bubbling under the surface of your skin disappear.
“Bu-”
“No,” Simon deadpans, “You will be staying with me, I’m not going to let you live in a hotel and then take the first available flat you find. You’ll stay with me until we can find you a nice flat, with plenty of room for you and the baby.”
You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, and chew on it. You didn't want to have to rely on Simon, but you also didn't have much of a choice. You lost everything, not that there was anything of importance in the apartment. But your laptop was gone which was your main source of income. Your eyes flicker over Simon’s face, he leans back in the chair. His arms crossed across his chest as he looked at you. His brown eyes are full of determination.
“Okay.. fine.”
A smile creeps across his lips under his mask, his eyes shining slightly, “good girl.”
Warmth spreads through your chest at his praise, your cheeks heating as he watches you. For the next few hours you doze off, waking up every once in a while to hear Simon on the phone with someone. Eventually the doctor comes in with your discharge papers and gives you the okay to go to Simons, with instructions to follow up with your primary care in a few days.
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Simon pushes open the door to his place, the warm yellow lights a stark contrast from the bright LED lighting in the hospital. Simon's hands rest on your waist, his fingers pressing softly into the flesh of your hips as he guides you towards his couch. You pause as you take in the state of the living room, the entire floor is covered in shopping bags from various stores. Even a few boxes filled with unbuilt furniture, the faint sound of shuffling comes from the bedroom.
“W-what is all this?” You look over your shoulder at Simon who removes his mask, tossing it onto the counter behind him.
“I had Soap and Gaz pick up a few things for you,” Simon grunts, pulling you over to the couch and making you sit.
“You didn't have to do that…” You mumble as he bends, picking up a few of the bags and taking the clothes from them.
“You need clothes..” Simon states, as he holds the items of clothing in his hands. They look small in his large hands, as he folds them neatly placing them in piles on the arm of the couch next to you. “If you don't like something we can return it and get you something you like.”
“Oi! Ouch!” A thick Scottish accent calls from the bedroom, a moment later Soap emerges from the bedroom rubbing the side of his head. His bright blue eyes land on you and a smile breaks out on his face. “Lass!” He calls as he comes over and wraps his arms around you.
“Hi, Soap,” you mumble into the fabric of his shirt.
“I was worried about you, I just put up some shelves in LT’s closet for ya,” he smiles as he pulls back slightly, his hands resting on your upper arms. He looks you over for a few moments, shaking his head as he takes a step back. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Me too,” you smile, “we both are.” You place your hand over your lower stomach, and Soap smiles wide.
“Well, I'll leave you two to get settled,” he turns towards Simon, “I’ll come by tomorrow to help you put together the rest of the stuff, but I think both of you need some rest after the night you had.”
“Thank you, Johnny,” Simon nods as Soap gathers his things and heads for the door.
As the door closes behind Soap, you look over at Simon. “You really didn't have to do all this..” You trail off, looking at all the bags again. Tears prick in your eyes as you take in the sheer quantity of stuff Simon had bought for you. There were at least a dozen bags of clothes and shoes, a few filled with bathroom products that you never even thought of using. Soaps, Shampoos, and bath oils of different scents. The last time someone did something like this for you was when your mother bought you stuff for your house when you bought it.
Your mom.
The memory knocks the air out of your lungs. She would’ve been so excited to be a grandmother. She was always telling you how she couldn't wait to spoil her grandkids. How she wanted to make so many new traditions with them. Shower them in love like she did you and your siblings. But now she would never know what it was like to hold her first grandchild. She would never experience the joy of hearing their heartbeat. She wouldn't be able to be there for their birth, to hold your hand and coach you through it.
She was gone, buried 6 feet under the ground. Alongside your brother and sister, the only family you ever had. Tears spill down your cheeks, leaving streams of tears that burn like fire on your sensitive skin. Your throat feels tight with emotion as you pull your hands up to your face to try and hold back the emotions bubbling over.
You lost your family, your first house, and now your apartment in the span of a year. You had to start over again.
The couch next to you dips, as Simon settles on it. His large arm wraps around you as he pulls you into his chest. His hand is careful of the burn on your shoulder, as he puts his other hand on the back of your hair, pressing your face gently into his chest. Your shoulders shake as the silent tears turn into heartbreaking sobs. Your fists clutching the fabric of his shirt as he holds you gently.
“You’re okay…” He murmurs into your hair, his hands gently ghosting across your back.
Simon holds you in his arms as you shake, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he takes in your distressed state. He expected you to be upset, you had just lost your apartment, but the way you’re breaking down in his arms makes his gut twist. This was something more than losing an apartment, more than losing a few items in a fire.
The cries that echo around the apartment in the early morning light were filled with something deeper. They were full of pain, the type of pain you feel when your entire life is ripped away. The kind of pain he felt when he found his family murdered after being buried alive and tricked by a brainwashed Sparks. Simons hands ghost along your sensitive skin as he tries to comfort you. His lips pressed against your hair that still smells of smoke, as he murmurs soft words to you.
You look so small in his arms, your entire body shaking with emotion you are desperately trying to contain. If he really wanted to, Simon is sure he could break you in half with one squeeze. Your small frame was no match for his strength, one strong wind seemed like it could blow you over. He knew that the cries that bubbled up from your chest weren’t meant for his ears. In the short time he's known you, he's noticed how you guarded yourself despite the apparent anxiety that seems to plague you. It took a lot of courage to seek him out after finding out you were pregnant, and he admired the strength it took. But beneath the walls you put up to protect yourself there was clearly someone who had witnessed something terrible and was no longer comfortable in the world they lived in.
As your sobs quiet into small hiccups, Simon looks at you, your eyes puffy from crying. Your cheeks flushed, lips parted as you pulled air into your aching lungs. You were still as breathtaking as you were in the alley behind the bar, even with your tear stained cheeks. Your eyes meet Simons as he looks down at you, as you look at each other Simon swears he can see the walls going back up. In a matter of moments the lost, hurt look in your eyes is replaced with the carefully constructed facade you built to fool the people around you that you were okay.
But Simon saw through it. He could see through the fake happiness you put on for everyone else, he could see through the mirage of ‘i’m fine and i’m okay’. He could see that behind those walls you put up to protect yourself you were broken and scared.
But it didn't matter to Simon, because in the moments were breaking down in his arms, when your face was streaked with tears, and you were gasping for air. You were the most beautiful, because in those moments, you were honest. That's when he found you the most beautiful, because despite all the pain, you were still here. You were still going, and that kind of strength that no one could take away from you.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, gently wiping your cheeks with your hands despite the burning sensation.
“Don't apologize,” Simon’s arms are wrapped around you, blanketing you in warmth.
“I don't usually.. Just break down like that,” you mumble, “I was just.. Its been a long time since someone has done something like this for me.”
“You don't have to explain it to me.”
You shift slightly so you’re sitting a little further from him, his thigh pressed against yours. His body heat seeping through the fabric of his jeans into yours, as you clear your throat. Simon leans forward his elbows resting on his thighs as he rubs a hand across his face. In the dim lighting of his flat you notice just how tired he looks. The bags under his eyes are darker, and his eyes lack the shine that they normally have.
“Why.. why don't we go through this stuff after a few hours of sleep, yeah?”
Simon looks over at you, and nods. “That sounds like a good idea, we both need some sleep,” he stands, holding his hand out to you.
“Are you okay with sharing the bed for tonight?” he asks, “I just don't have the energy to convert the couch to a bed right now.”
A blush creeps up your cheeks,”oh, yeah of course.”
Simon smiles, and leads you into his bedroom. It looks exactly as it did when the night you fell into bed with him. The bed is neatly made, the walls still bare of personalization, but there's a small stack of books on the nightstand. The laundry basket in the corner has a few new blankets piled on top of it to be washed. Simon walks to his closet and pulls out a shirt and pair of sweatpants, holding them out to you.
“Here, you can wear these tonight,”
You take the items and smile, the scent of simons cologne clings to them as you head towards the bathroom. After you close the door you press them to your nose, inhaling his comforting scent for a moment before changing. As you peel off your shirt you take in the thick white bandage that covers your shoulder blade. The skin around it is slightly pink, the tape holding the bandage in place pulling your skin taught. You carefully slide the oversized shirt over your upper body and tuck the front of it into the waistband of the rolled up sweatpants.
When you emerge from the bathroom Simon is already laying on the bed, the blankets pulled up to his waist, his chest bare. His tattooed forearm slung over his eyes, as he lays against the pillows. His breathing is soft and slow as he sleeps. Your eyes trail down his chest and stomach, before you force yourself to look away. You climb into the bed, it dips under your body weight and you turn onto your side. Your arm under your pillow, your injured shoulder off the mattress as you reach over and turn off the small bedside lamp.
As you pull the blanket up over yourself, Simon rolls over in his sleep, his arm coming to wrap around your waist. He tugs you backwards to fit against his chest, his hand resting over your lower stomach. His breath tickles the back of your neck as your own heavy eyes fall closed and sleep pulls you under.
Next: Part 6
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Kitty (part 9)
Parts 1-8 here.
Rei x (afab) reader, usual fluff but also...
Warnings: Implied gun violence, kidnapping, blood, panic attacks
This chapter is suuuper long, so buckle up!
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Kazuki and Rei get assigned some reconnaissance work from Kyu that takes place over the weekend and into the early week. You reassure the blonde you’re perfectly happy to watch over Miri whilst they’re out, keeping her entertained and fed as they spend the next three days on the job. They’re up early and back late, but Rei sends you sweet text messages to check in whenever he can.
It’s now early Tuesday afternoon – Kazuki dropped off the information to Kyu this morning, and you’re working on the breakfast and lunch dishes with Kazuki. Rei is tackling the folding of the laundry, though Kazuki is keeping a close eye.
As you dip a pan in the hot, soapy water, a sharp pain shoots through your head and you let go, instinctively rubbing the side of your head when you flinch – it’s the telltale beginning of a headache.
“You okay there, Kitty?” Kazuki questions, a cloth in hand as he dries. You nod your head, continuing the therapeutic scrubbing of the pans but he’s leaning forward now, trying to get a good look at you. “You’re looking a little flush.”
The back of his hand is suddenly pressed on your forehead. “Huh, you’re feeling a little bit warm too.”
“A fever?” Rei questions over his shoulder.
You shake your head, “No, I f-feel okay,” but another pain twinges through your head, ruining your performance. The two men stare at you. “OK, maybe m-my head hurts a l-little, b-but it’s f-fine.”
Kazuki side-steps between you and the sink now and hands you a cloth to dry off your hands. “Go sit down. I’ll get the thermometer.”
You nod, walking around the counter to go sit on the couch, unsure why but it’s obvious that Kazuki isn’t going to let you bluff your way out of it. You’d always worked through illnesses in the past, he was hardly going to give you a day off.
Moments later, Kazuki is kneeling down in front of you, asking you to stick the thermometer under your tongue. There’s a beep and he muses over the results, Rei hovering over his shoulder. “Temperature’s running a little high, but only a little. I still think it’s the beginning of a fever. It must be something from daycare, Ms Anna warned there was something going around.”
“Should we go to hospital?”
Kazuki smiles at his room-mate’s concern. “It’s just a bug, no need for that.” The blonde gets to his feet, clearing a path in front of you. “Go on, to bed with you. I’ll send Rei up with some medication in a minute, okay?”
“B-bed?”
“Yep – you need to rest. Go on.”
“B-but I can finish the d-dishes first…” You frowned at the counter.
“You’re sick.” Kazuki stressed. “Pyjamas on, in bed, rest.”
“Go on, Kitty. I can do them.” Rei nods, hoping that might encourage you to listen.
“Okay. Just f-for a b-bit.” You hold the railing as you go up the stairs, knowing that every step is being scrutinized.
By the time you’ve changed into your pyjamas – an activity that seems to make you feel more warm than anything else – and got in the bed, Rei arrives with a tray in hand, balancing a glass, pitcher of water and a box of medication, looking concerned. “Kazuki says to take two of these – that’ll it help with the temperature and the headache.” He places it down on the bedside table before removing the tablets from the box, popping out two and holding them out to you.
You’d be skeptical of taking them if it wasn’t Rei offering them to you. You pop them in your mouth and wash them down with water, leaning back into the pillows.
“I r-really don’t f-feel that bad…”
When Rei was young and sick, Boss made him run. Sweat it out, boy. All he’d wanted to do was sleep, but he wasn’t permitted a day off training for such a trivial thing as a fever. He has a job to do, it’s not going to wait, and Boss said working through it would only strengthen his immune system. He’d been sick once soon after Kazuki had moved in – he’d blamed the blonde for bringing his germs in – and Kazuki had manhandled him into his actual bed, got him to drink some disgusting medicine, put a wet cloth on his forehead – he had to admit that bit had been nice - and promised him unlimited ramen cups if he’d remain in the bed the rest of the day and night. Hell, the man had even stayed besides him, switching over the cloths periodically, getting him to drink more medicine, watching him like a hawk.
The next day he had felt much better, he had to admit.
“I know,” Rei kneels down besides the bed, “but better to be cautious. Just rest a bit - for me, okay?”
You’ve been getting better at saying no, but how can you say no to that face?
“Okay,” you mumble, shuffling down in the bed a little. “Are y-you r-really going to w-wash the dishes?”
“Kazuki started doing them as soon as I headed up here. Said we still need to work on a ‘proper scrubbing technique’, apparently.” Rei huffs. “Why are you so worried about the dishes?”
“I’m n-not,” you avoid eye contact, staring at the bed covers.
“Kitty…”
“I w-want to e-earn m-m-my place.”
“Earn?” He frowns.
“Y-yeah. I d-don’t h-have a-any m-m-money or a j-job and I k-k-know Zuki is a-always k-keeping a c-close eye on the b-b-budget and I’m an ad-ad-added ex-expense”, you’re growing flustered, your breath catches in your throat and your stutter is out of control. You dig your nails into your palms, “so the l-least I c-can d-do is c-clean a-and…”
Rei’s hand is now on your cheek, tilting your head to face him. “Breathe,” he reminds, gently. Looking in his eyes grounds you for a moment and you nod, inhaling deeply and purposefully.
“You don’t need to earn anything here. What’s mine is yours, okay? I don’t even need to ask Kazuki to know he’d say the same. Plus, he’s the original couch crasher, so that position’s already taken.” He jokes.
“I w-want to b-be useful, h-have a p-p-purpose…”
“You are and you do, and we can figure out some things when you’re feeling better. But, for right now, I just need you to rest. Please?”
You nod, a little shakily, before laying down fully. It is nice to be lying down.
“Thank you.” He gets up to his feet and pulls the blinds down, blocking out the early afternoon sun.
“C-can you s-stay f-for a bit?”
“Of course.” He returns to the space besides the bed, leaning up against the bedside table. “Close your eyes, I’ll be here.” He lays his hand on top of yours, gently before he withdraws his phone with his other hand, muting the volume and loading up a game. You close your eyes – your head hurts less so with the darkened room. You could just lay like this for a while, right? Then the headache will pass and you can get up and get on with the housework, just lay there for a little longer, listening to Rei tap away at the phone screen…
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“Come on,” Kazuki whispers. “We haven’t picked Miri up together in a while. Kitty’ll be fine – she’ll probably sleep better without you hovering over her.”
Rei nods, getting up from his vigil. He hadn’t wanted to leave you really in case you needed anything, but Kazuki is probably right. It isn’t a long trip to the daycare, at least, and you do seem pretty asleep now. He leans over you to brush some hair out of your eyes, noting you still feel a little clammy. He grabs hold of the lion he got you from the zoo – it’s lived in your bed ever since – and tucks it into your arms.
“I’ll be back soon, okay?” He murmurs, before leaving the room quietly and pulling the door to behind him.
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You wake up a few hours later, a dull pain in your head but nothing as bad as earlier. You sit up and reach over to the bedside table, taking a swig of water from the glass, before getting to your feet. The alarm clock suggests you’ve been asleep for over three hours and Miri should be home from daycare and you get to your feet, hoping Kazuki and Rei will deem that enough of a rest to let you help out with the evening activities. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar and you hear Miri squeal – she’s usually quite excited when she first gets home but this level seems new. You wince, the noise sending a sharp pain through your head as you approach the door.
You then hear a distinctly female voice, followed by Kazuki. That’s different. Unexpected. There’s a short sentence that you recognize as Rei, then Miri giggling. You push the door shut, softly, unsure what to do. You think hard, trying to remember any female friend that they’ve mentioned before, but nothing springs to mind. You’re also not sure what rules there are, if any, around guests. They’d never had guests before. He always had guests – don’t talk unless spoken to (that one soon became unnecessary), show them respect, serve them as you would him. You turn and climb back into the bed and wait.
Downstairs, the little girl clocks your absence.
“Papas, where’s Kitty?” Miri frowns.
“You have a cat?” Misaki asks, politely.
“No.” Kazuki grunts. “She’s… a guest. Kitty wasn’t feeling very well, Miri, she’s resting in bed.”
“Oh, poor Kitty.” Miri frowns. But then her attention span drifts as she sees her pile of drawings, dragging her mother over to look.
“I should go check on her.” Rei suggests, getting up from the sofa but Kazuki grabs hold of his arm as he tries to walk past and pulls him back, hissing in his ear, “You are not leaving me alone with this woman, who knows what I’ll do?! I’ll go, you stay.” Rei pouts a little. He doesn’t want to be left alone either.
Kazuki knocks on the door gently and he finds you sitting up in the bed, looking nervous.
“H-hi.”
“How are you feeling?” He steps in and closes the door. You can tell his mind is preoccupied though.
“A l-little b-b-better, thanks.” You lie. “I w-would’ve come down b-but I heard so-somebody e-else and…” You don’t finish, feeling a little cowardly.
“Mm. Yeah, we have a ‘guest’. She’s called Misaki and she’s… Well, she’s Miri’s mother.”
You frown. “I t-t-thought…”
“Me too.” Kazuki sighs, leaning against the closed door. “Misaki seems to have had a change of heart. She wants to take Miri back.”
“Oh.”
“Can she do that? It’s been nearly a year. She just… She let her travel across the whole city on her own with nothing but a letter and an envelope of photos. She can’t just demand to take her back, can she?”
“I… I’m n-not sure.” You wish you could comfort Kazuki better. “You’ll n-need to s-sit and t-talk p-properly.”
“I know, I just don’t want to.” He sighs. “Do you feel up for coming downstairs? Miri was asking for you.”
You don’t really want to, but you do for Miri and Kazuki’s sake. You nod, getting out of the bed, grab the black zip up hoody and pull it over your pyjamas, following the blonde out the bedroom door.
When you get downstairs Misaki is nowhere to be seen, but Miri is delighted to see you, cuddling up against your legs. “Kitty, Mama’s here! Well, she was here, but she’s coming back. She’s going to make us dinner!”
“T-that’s exciting.” You smile, warmly.
“Are you feeling any better?” Rei stands besides you, scrutinizing your face.
You nod, give him a smile and lower your voice. “Is Z-Zuki okay?”
“Not particularly.” He shrugs. “We need to keep calm in front of Miri though. Are you sure you’re feeling better? Come on, sit down.”
A little while later, the buzzer goes.
“Do I have to let her back in?” Kazuki grumbles, but Miri has already sprinted to the front door and is jumping up and down, waiting for Kazuki to let her mama back in. He frowns as he sees her laden with shopping bags in hand, informing that she’s going to make Miri’s favourite dinner.
“Oh…” She smiles at you, unsure, looking you up and down. You wish you’d got changed out of your pyjamas. “Hello, I’m Misaki.”
“Mama, this is Kitty!” Miri beams, giddy with excitement to have all her favourite adults in one place.
“Oh, yes, the, er, guest?”
“Yes. H-h-hi.” There’s the look – the one you always get when you stutter. “N-nice to m-meet y-you.”
“What’s all this?” Kazuki asks, gesturing to the plastic bags in Misaki’s hands - thankfully ending this awkward interaction.
“Oh, well, I’m going to make Hamburg steak. I’m afraid I’ll have to use your kitchen…”
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Dinner is awkward. There isn’t enough steak for everyone – Misaki only buying four – but that’s okay, you reassure, your appetite is a little off and you’re happy with rice and vegetables. Then there’s not enough chairs at the table, so you offer to sit elsewhere. Kazuki mutters that Misaki should offer to sit elsewhere, like in her own home for one, she’s the one imposing…
You can hear the stilted conversation - Kazuki getting upset as both Miri and Rei compliment the store-bought steak, but Miri is happy to have her papas and mama all together. You’re knelt down besides the coffee table with your dinner, trying your best to not feel excluded. You’d ate worse places and you’d offered, after all…
Rei comes and sits with you on the sofa after dinner, asking if you’re okay, squeezing your hand. You nod – it’s not like Misaki is moving in, you reason in your head, you’ll get your place back. Kazuki is mumbling angrily under his breath as he wipes the dining table, Miri and Misaki working together on the dishes. Miri is telling her mother about how they’re going to sing Silent Night at the daycare’s Christmas party. It’s clear how much Miri loves her mama, but you’ve seen how much the little girl adores Kazuki and Rei too. Not long after the dishes are complete, Miri jumps up besides you on the sofa with a loud yawn when Misaki visits the bathroom and in the time it takes her to return, Miri is snoring happily away. Seeing this, Kazuki takes his chance.
“Talk.” The blonde orders, sitting down at the table and pointing at a chair for Misaki to take.
“Can we do it in, er, private?” She asks, sitting down. You look down at Miri – maybe she hasn’t realized she’s asleep? But when you look up to clarify, you realize she’s looking at you.
“Kitty stays, she’s part of this family too.” Rei replies in a tense tone. You avert your eyes again, looking back at Miri sleeping peacefully on the couch. You’re not sure how this conversation is going to go – you know Kazuki is finding it difficult already and maybe tempers will fray. Miri is a solid sleeper… but, still, you’d hate for her to wake up to find her mama and papas having heated words.
“It’s o-o-okay. I’m f-f-feeling a l-l-little t-tired, so w-why don’t I t-t-take Miri up t-to b-bed?” You suggest. What would you add to the discussion anyway? You worry that you being there will give Misaki ammo, somehow. What are you exposing my daughter to?
“Are you sure?” Kazuki asks and you nod, perhaps a little too eagerly. “Okay, thank you.”
You gently pick the little girl up and she unconsciously snuggles into your arms. Three pairs of eyes of eyes linger on you as you walk up the spiral stairs, padding into Miri’s room and tucking her into her own bed. When you exit, you can hear Kazuki finding it difficult to contain his anger, but you head straight into your room, closing the door to behind you and climbing into bed, cuddling your lion to your chest.
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“Run!” A voice demands. “Run…!” It’s your father, of course that’s your father’s voice – how could you have forgotten? He repeats it again, but this time, he says your name, or what you think is your name. The thing is, it’s muffled, almost as you’re underwater – you can’t make it out but you know that’s what he’s saying. Why can’t your brain comprehend it?
“Run!”
You know, somehow, he doesn’t mean out the front door, so you head to the one at the rear of the property – the one that overlooks the woodland. There’s screeching tyres from the front but you don’t look back. The ground is unsteady and you stumble over roots, branches scratching at your legs. It’s muddy – it’s not ideal for running and your shoes are getting stuck in the mud, you’re clumsy, you’re causing a racket. Why are you running? Where are you running to?
You trip, crashing into the ground, mud splatters up on your face. You know there’s no time to waste – your father’s tone had been desperate - so you grasp above you head blindly, trying to find purchase on a branch or a trunk or a rock. You manage to get back up to your feet, but there’s a sharp twinge in your ankle – you must’ve twisted it in the fall. You stagger forward but it’s useless, you’ve lost your momentum, you’ve lost the little bearings you’ve had, but still you limp forward. There’s a racket growing behind you and you try to increase your pace. Your ankle burns with every step, the mud seems to be grow stickier, pulling back at your feet every time you lift them. Pathetic. An arm grabs you around the waist, and you elbow back, demanding they get off you but you know it’s over then. They’re so much stronger – your elbows don’t even make them flinch.
Your wrists are pulled tightly behind your back, feeling like they’re trying to pull your shoulders out of their sockets. Something’s looped around them – a zip tie? – and tightened until it feels like it’s cutting deep into your skin. You’re span round and you get a glimpse of a face – not one you recognize - before you’re thrown over your assailant’s shoulder. They grumble at the state of you, the mud from your fall now sullying their suit.
You struggle but it’s pointless. Fingers pinch into your thighs as they begin to walk back to the house with you, or at least you think they are. It’s hard to tell, the way you’re being held means you can see nothing but the back of your captor. He’s looped an arm through your bound arms to keep you snug against him, and every jostle the restraints cut into your skin more. You know you’re not screaming – you know there’s no-one around here for miles.
You’re back inside the house now, but the room smells different – tangy, bloody…
You’re dropped down on the floor, opposite your father. His nose is bloody, his eye is blackening rapidly. You stare at him but you don’t say a word. Someone new enters the room and you look down at the ground.
“Aktomi, please.” Your father pleads, “If you just give me a little more time…”
“I’ve given you plenty of time.” He replies. “You haven’t even begun to scrape the surface. I need to collect today.” A pair of well-polished shoes appear in your view and the newcomer crouches down in front of you. A hand grasps your chin and tilts it up so you have to make eye contact and you try and swallow back down your fear. “And when I came to collect, you sent the most valuable thing you have running out the door.”
“Please, sir, I beg of you. My mistakes are nothing to do with her. She has her whole life ahead of her…” Your father is on the verge of tears.
He’s still holding you by the chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he twists your face side to side. You don’t what to think what he’s looking for.
“How old is she?”
“19, sir. She’s a dutiful daughter. Ever since her mother died, she’s been so good to me. I don’t deserve her…”
“No, you don’t,” he lets go at last, seeming happy with his findings and gets to his feet. “Put her in the car.”
“What?” You gasp, but you’re hoisted roughly off the ground, an arm looped through your bound wrists again, a hand grips hold of the back of your neck and forces your head down as you’re dragged out. You can’t get purchase on the ground to make a step, tripping over your own feet as they half-carry you. “Father!” You cry out, but it’s useless – you’re already out the door and up the footpath to the dirt road. Every step further they take you, you can hear your father plead and plead and plead… until there’s a solitary gunshot and you know.
There’s the sound of a door being opened and your neck is released, only for you then to be swept off your feet and dropped into the trunk of a car. You try and sit up but a hand pushes your shoulders firmly back down, causing your head to bang against the side console, making your vision swim. Then he appears, smiling at you.
“Enjoy the ride, sweetheart. I’ll decide how you can pay your father’s debts once we’re home.”
The world goes black.
Your eyes shoot open as you sit up, your breath already caught in your throat, covered in a cold sweat. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust – you’re in bed, you’re in Rei’s bedroom, you’re not in a car, you’re not back there… You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine - you try to reassure yourself but you have the sickening feeling once more of your breaths not being enough.
“Kitty?” The voice to your side startles you and you’re hyperventilating now, tears trickling down your cheeks and you’re gripping the bedsheet with both hands – willing yourself to just breathe but you can’t. Your head is trying to remember what Kazuki told you, breathing in and out for so many seconds, but you lose count and maybe you’re not breathing deep enough? Did it feel deeper last time? It’s not getting in.
Misaki had left a little while ago. Kazuki had stormed off to bed, but Rei couldn’t sleep. He wanted to see you, make sure you were okay, talk about what had occurred. The bedroom door had been slightly ajar when he’d got upstairs, so he’d poked his head in to find you tossing and turning in the sheets. He’d just made it to your side when you’d shot bolt-right up in the bed, panting.
He’s kneeling besides the bed now, pulling your hand from the bedsheet and gripping it tightly. He’s saying something but all you can hear is the pounding of your heart in your ears – why’s it so loud? Rei is panicking too - should he get Kazuki? No, he doesn’t want to leave you on your own, not even for a moment. If he shouts for him, that’ll wake Miri too, surely. He takes a breath himself and tries to repeat what Kazuki told him but it’s soon clear you’re not focusing on him at all, staring blankly ahead of you as your eyes are damp with tears. He thinks back to his training – his instructor used to put his hand over his to adjust his positioning on various weapons, so maybe that could work here too. Could he get you to feel how he’s breathing? He gets to his feet and climbs behind you in the bed. His long legs are now either side of you and he reaches forward, grabbing your hands in each of his. He pulls you back and into his chest and he squeezes your hand one, two, three, four times as you feel him inhale behind you, his chest expanding. He’s exaggerating the movements, hoping to get through to you. One, two, three, four, he counts with a squeeze as he holds the breath. Another one, two, three, four as he releases the breath and starts the sequence again. You close your eyes and just try and focus on the rise and fall of his chest, mimicking the motion, and on the squeezes of his hands on yours. You don’t know how long it takes – minutes, hours? – but your breaths become deeper and calmer once more, returning to almost normal as Rei continues holding you tight, squeezing and breathing.
“Feeling better?” His voice murmurs in your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
You nod. “T-thank y-you.”
“No problem.” He hesitates briefly, before letting go of your hands. You immediately grab hold of his left arm, pulling it around your stomach. He tenses for a second but relaxes soon after.
“D-don’t g-g-go. P-please.”
“I won’t.” He soothes, “I’ll stay as long as you need me to, okay?”
You squeeze his hand, taking a shuddering breath. “N-ni-nightmare.” You confide before Rei can ask. He leans his head on your shoulder, wrapping his other arm around you without prompt, leaning back into the pillows. “A-about t-the n-n-night my f-father died. F-father, he… H-he was s-saying m-my n-n-name but I c-couldn’t h-hear it.”
“That must be frustrating. I’m sorry.”
You sit for a few moments, enjoying the grounding feeling of being wrapped in his arms as you continue to breathe in sync. As your thoughts begin to rationalize, you remember what had occurred before you’d fallen asleep.
“W-what happened with M-Misaki?”
“She’s got cancer. She doesn’t think she has long left to live.”
“Oh, t-that’s aw-awful.”
“Mm. She wants to live out the rest of her life with Miri, live her life now for Miri.” A pause. “She said she knows about our line of work, and that if we truly care about Miri, then we’d do what’s best for her.”
“T-that’s not f-fair.” Rei doesn’t reply, musing over it in his head. “What d-does Zuki t-think?”
“He didn’t say much – he just went to bed. I don’t know what we should do.”
You wish you knew the right thing to say, but you don’t. You know Kazuki and Rei love and adore Miri, they’ve done nothing but good for her. You don’t know much about Misaki’s life, but Miri obviously adored her so she can’t have been a terrible mother. Then again, how could a mother send their little girl out alone…?
“S-sleep on it.” You suggest. “Everyone’s e-emotions a-are high. S-sleep w-will help.”
You feel him nod on your shoulder. “And you, will you be able to sleep?”
“I… I d-don’t k-know.” You bite your lip. “I… I don’t want you to go.”
“I won’t go. I told you, I’ll stay as long as you need me.”
You close your eyes.
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The first conscious thought is there’s a sharp burst vibration on his right leg. It’s signaling a text. The second is he has his arms wrapped around you, spooning you into the wall and he’s in your bed. It’s pleasant – your breathing is steady and you feel so soft and warm… There’s another vibration against his leg. He carefully removes his arm from around you to retrieve his phone – his other one will have to remain trapped under your sleeping form for now.
He turns away as he unlocks the device, not wanting the light from it to cast on your face. It’s a number he doesn’t have saved, which makes his gut sink because it can only mean one thing.
Boss wants to see you – immediately.
It’s a little after 6am – Boss has always been an early riser. It hasn’t been that long since he last saw him on his birthday, but so much has happened in that time. He was meant to be tying up loose ends, but then you came along and… Well, dominated his thoughts.
Rei slides his arm out from under you but you abruptly turn, mumbling in your sleep. He freezes, he doesn’t want to wake you up because of the Boss of all things. He spots the plush lion and presses it under your arm. You sigh, squeezing it and your breathing returns to its steady state.
He know he’s stealthy – it was a large part of his training, after all - but it doesn’t feel right to get changed whilst you’re in the room. He gathers up the necessary pieces of his suit and heads towards the door, pausing briefly to glance back at you and smile.
He dresses in the bathroom, checking his appearance in the mirror as he ties up his hair. He puts a change of clothes in a bag – the suit’s been feeling more constrictive recently, and not due to Kazuki’s cooking, so he doesn’t want to wear it longer than necessary. He’s halfway to the front door when he turns back, finds a scrap of paper and leaves a note on the dining table.
Taken the car. Back later – Rei.
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EDIT: Part 10 here.
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do you happen to have any fic recs? 👀
honestly i constantly need fic recs as well but yes here are couple off the top of my head !!
The Hating Game (E | 48k) - i never thought i'd see an enemies to lovers coworkers au be pulled off for klaine but this fic delightfully—and very humorously—proved me wrong... kicked my feet and twirled my hair reading this <3
Careful what you wish for (T | 31k) - speaking of enemies to lovers, this is a pre-relationship klaine college au body swap fic with elements of enemies to lovers. normally i stay away from body swap aus but this one had wacky early 2000s modern sci-fi movie vibes and i loved it !!
Spinning Out (E | 56k) - something about klaine makes me read tropes i normally don't read ^_^ klaine friends with benefits college au whose humor & banter was so fun to read !! cw MISCOMMUNICATION + explicit nsfw as the trope always entails
Above All Things (M | 51k) - i'm absolutely not surprised that klaine moulin rouge aus exist. i've yet to decide if this pairing + au even works but i just love this movie 😭
Once Upon (E | 53k) - speaking of movie aus... klaine enchanted au where blaine is the darling prince and kurt is the slightly jaded new yorker! what perfect casting...
Karaoke Curiosities (E | 15k) - this new york au klaine fic satisfies a very specific part of my heart that loves the almost non-existent blaine & santana friendship. i love how effortless the writing style of this is + blaine is a little clueless in this fic LOL
Carry Me Home (M | 8k) - one of my favorite types of fics is character studies and this one explores blaine's relationship with Relationships™, and kurt's too tangentially
but just maybe (T | 5k) - this is a s2/3? canon-divergent blam fic but this genuinely. TRULY. rattled me to the CORE when i read it for the first time. even just the fic summary (I’m sixteen, he thinks, and wonders if anyone else holds onto their age like a mantra.) is SUCH a punch to the gut and i literally felt disoriented after finishing it
i'll tell you the truth (but never goodbye) (G | 11k) - another blam fic that's a s4 canon-divergent fake dating au that's just generally really sweet ^_^
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Soulmate AU |Tsukishima Kei X M! Reader| ☁️
Im writing these at random until I can figure out how to make a request section on my page.
Trigger Warning: Cursing
Word Count: 1,306
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Soulmates.
You didn't understand the concept of a soulmate. Sure, you understood what it was, but not why it existed. Soulmates are supposed to be your destined partner or something cheesy like that. At a young age, you were overflowing with excitement when your words first appeared. You were four and grasped what a soulmate was quick. Your parents gushed about it almost daily, saying how beautiful the experience was for them and how they just knew your destined one would be the perfect match for their baby.
16 long years later you stood at the entrance of Karasuno High. You awed at the two-story building and high gates before you were tackled by an orange blur.
"(Y/n)! You beat me here!" Shoyo screamed, hugging your body tightly. Hinata Shoyo had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You had helped him train for volleyball when his other friends declined to, mostly out of pity. But soon, you came to enjoy the sport, though you never joined the middle school team, to Shoyo's dismay. You still played with him (And alone) in your free time.
"Where else would I be? Nekoma?" You chuckled, ruffling his curly mane.
"Isn't that in Hiroshima?" He tilted his head like a confused puppy. You facepalmed at your friends' stupidity.
"Tokyo, Shoyo. It's in Tokyo." You sighed, looking up at him slightly. You were only an inch or so shorter than the hyperactive ball, so you were both often confused for middle, or elementary, schoolers, to your frustration.
"Hey, (Y/n), are you going to join the volleyball team?" He asked as he picked up his fallen bike from the dirt. You shrugged carelessly.
"I mean, I'll see what type of people are in it, but I make no promises." You said. Shoyo was bouncing excitedly, a wide grin on his childish features.
"I hope you join," He said, looking ahead. "Why's that?" You curiously muttered. Shoyo took a second to answer.
"Because it'll be nice having a friendly face on the court," He looked at you hopefully. You were taken back for a moment before a soft, content smile spread across your face.
"I bet.."
"Plus, you're like, super cool playing."
You raised your eyebrows. He continued.
"Your sets and receives are amazing! And your spikes are like 'Woosh!' then 'Blam!' It's so cool!" He bounced on the balls of his feet, his contagious grin stretching ear to ear.
"You're incredible too, Shoyo," You chuckled. "You're super fast and you go like, uh.." You paused. "'Zoom'?" You nodded. "Your jump is breathtaking! You can jump higher than me!" You remembered his last match of his middle school career. You were dragged to the game, though you would've gone willingly, and witnessed Shoyo's remarkable speed and jump first hand in a serious match.
It stunned you into an awed state of admiration for the boy. Although he had lost, he seemed to have another troubling thought on his mind. As you rode back to your school he kept rubbing his wrist, staring blankly out the window. After a while of dreadful silence, he told you that the guy he lost to, the King of the Court, was his soulmate.
Eventually, you both had to part at the school bell. You promised the ball of sunshine you'd go to the gym that the Volleyball team occupied after school. You were also very positive he had memorized your final class to pick you up in case you decided to run.
While Shoyo was athletically skilled, his brain was far behind. His grades have only gone down (or up if he knew the topic for once) since you've known him. You ended up learning twice the amount of classes you were assigned that year to help Shoyo pass with at least a D.
You even started carrying around candy rewards for a passing grade. It motivated the boy, so you never minded totting them around.
The day was painfully boring, each class doing an introduction that took up a majority of the period. The teachers did a huge slideshow and pretty much gave their life story and gave the students a total of ten minutes to say their name and an interesting fact about themselves. You didn't mind. You hated public speaking anyway.
Your final class came to an end as you internally leaped for the skies. You reminded yourself to treat Shoyo for getting through the long day.
"(Y/n)!"
Speak of the devil, you giggled. You turned to see Shoyo sprinting at you, full speed. You stepped back, avoiding his deadly collision, and gripped the white hoodie he wore under his uniform.
"Walk," You reminded him. "The gym won't run away, I promise."
Shoyo pouted. "But! Let's go! We're wasting precious time!" He begged pitifully. Sighing, you caved.
"Here," You held out an orange-flavored lollipop. "For surviving."
The ginger looked into your eyes gravely.
"It was a long and difficult battle. I barely made it out alive."
You snorted. "Good job, soldier."
You finally made it to the gym and Shoyo wasted no time in leaping into the empty space. Well Almost... empty. He froze, staring at someone.
"Shoyo?" you peeked in and quickly understood.
Kageyama Tobio.
You honestly zoned out during a majority of their childish banter, only snapping back when Shoyo and Kageyama were tossed out the gym like strays then all eyes fell on you.
You pushed yourself off the wall, nervously waving at the group.
A tanned guy spoke first. "I'm Sawamura Daichi, a third-year and captain. A pleasure to meet you...?" He trailed.
"Oh, uh, I'm (L/n) (Y/n), first-year. Pleasures mine," You bowed respectfully. "Just call me (Y/n)," You smiled softly.
A pale-haired male popped up, grinning. He had a cute mole under one of his honey eyes. "I'm Sugawara Koushi! Vice-Captain and third year." He gave a small bow that you returned.
Gradually everyone introduced themselves with a pause from two more characters entering the gym.
An adorable boy with green-tinted hair and freckles cheeks caught your attention first, then your eyes trailed up the tall figure beside him. You swallowed quietly as you took in his appearance. Short, blonde hair fell above his taunting, golden eyes. A white pair of headphones were wrapped around his neck. He gave you a pointed look before giving a short introduction.
Yamaguchi Tadashi and Tsukishima Kei.
Somehow Kageyama and Shoyo ended up in a 3v3 volleyball match set for a later date. You were easily confused and frankly, too many people made you anxious, and your stomach to act up. You reminded yourself of Shoyo before matches.
You made a quick escape to the other set of doors across the gym, sitting on the cold stairs and allowing the wind to brush your hair aside. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting a colorful pattern to paint the sky. You adored sunsets. You loved the colors, the gradual change from day to night as the stars peeked out while the sun was changed to the bright, white moon.
"Are you okay?" Yamaguchi asked worriedly, sliding next to you. You nodded, smiling.
"Yeah, lots of sound and people make me feel sick," You sounded pathetic, but you didn't want to lie either.
"Aw, the shrimp can't handle a few people? How unfortunate." A low, taunting voice said behind you. Your eyes shot open, taking a slow breath in. You whipped your head around to the Tsukishima smirking down at your hunched figure. You froze, recognizing those words from anywhere. You've read them over a thousand times, after all. You forced back a deep blush, instead deciding to lift your middle finger and grinned mockingly at him, saying the series of words you knew were inked into his flesh.
"Suck my dick, you crusty, dusty dinosaur."
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Coward
“... So what will it be, boy? Are you going to stop me?”
“I...!”
It was in forest at night, a path which not many people take, much less fly over.
A young kitsune boy, battered and bruised, stood his ground before his opponent. An insignificant boy, fighting before a woman who has slain youkai, demon, and monsters alike.
“Too slow!”
POW!
A quick yet painful kick was delivered onto the boy’s face, as he then flew a fair bit of distance away from her. In retaliation, the boy gritted his teeth and extended his hand towards his opponent, shooting a blue flame towards her.
A blue streak of fire, easily able to burn the human skin. That is... if it made contact. However, it missed.
Another shot was fired. But that too, missed.
And another. And a few more at once. But all of them, missed.
The woman was barely dodging them, not to mention his attacks were really easy to read too. After all, he was aiming for non-vital parts, like the forearm, the bicep, and even her hands in attempt to disarm his enemy. However, none of his attempts had worked.
... It didn’t take long for his enemy to be in front of him, before she crouched down and looked at him in the eyes.
“What’s wrong? Too afraid to fight back? Come on, hit me.”
Slapping the boy in the face hard, I’d expect some kind of attack in return, but... he didn’t fight back at all, but just covered his wounds instead.
“That’s... not how Miss Sakuya fights at all.”
Or even acts, sounds like, or her anatomy, blah blah. I heard this argument so many times from him, it’s already annoying. Hmph. Perfectionists.
With a snap of my fingers, the illusion I created has been dissolved into mist, leaving strands of my own hair behind.
Illusion magic. While still able to be used on it’s own, it’s most effective when a kitsune such as myself use a catalyst to create them.
“... Do I look like I care? What’s important is that you failed the test. Again.”
“Ngh...”
I’m Yuri Tomori. A powerful, yet beautiful six tailed kitsune. I met this two-tailed boy, Eri, for months now, and while he is extraordinarily gifted in the art of shapeshifting and acting, he is still a failure of a kitsune, much less a youkai.
“You’re not a human, Eri. You’re a kitsune. A youkai. A monster feared by many. One of the kami’s mistakes who were meant to be conquered by humans. As I mentioned, nobody’s going to hold your hand and have a tea party with you, no. You have to fight your way out, or die.”
“But... there’s always a way to reason with them... right?”
“Why would the strong hear the pleas of the weak? If you want to reason with people, at least be stronger than them first.”
All I could do was bite my lower lip over his words. I used to think like that. Most of us did. But the moment you show mercy, people won’t hesitate to turn their blade against you. A common story which all have experienced, really. But...
“I... don’t want to fight at all, if possible. Besides, danmaku is non-lethal, so... I-I’m sure I could challenge them to that instead...”
... his whining is making me hurl inside. He has been doing that for the past hour. Complaining, whining, trying to be a pacifist...
“And what happens when your friends aren’t around? What if you have to fend for yourself? What if you’re alone? Just die like that? Your prized acting and shapeshifting will be useless when your enemy knows who you are.“
... Nothing but silence from him. It was the truth, and he knows it.
This is why kitsunes have multiple tricks up their sleeves. Shapeshifting, Possession. Illusions. Kitsune fire. Learning only one skill out of many will cause more harm than good in the long run.
And shapeshifting... Shapeshifting is by far the worst skill to excel in. See, if you turn into someone, you will have the chance of being found out, while possession already inhabits an existing identity which people already trust. Years of shapeshifting practice is nothing compared to just a year of possession practice.
At best, it’s a nice party trick. Other than that? Not really much else.
...
If Miyu were still around, he would have easily wiped the floor with him. He’ll be a much better kitsune around his age, and he won’t be as timid as this... this... failiure.
“... Miss Yuri, I know you offered to help me, but......”
... But of course, it’s a waste of time. Still, he couldn’t think of anything else to say, still laying beaten on the ground. Not that I’m expecting any other excuse from him at this point. Who knows what’s going on in his head, but whatever reason he gives won’t be enough, and he knows that.
Well. I guess I might as well give him one last chance. Walking a few steps away from him, I looked at him in the eye as I adjusted my hair.
“... I’m going to give you one last chance, Eri. Shoot me. Right in the middle. No ‘disarming’, no ‘slowing down’. Put every single ounce of your magic into dealing a single, fatal blow. As hard as you can. Are we clear?“
“Miss Yuri...”
“I said ‘Are we clear’?”
“... Okay.”
Standing up on his feet, he looked right at me. Watching him take a few deep breaths, before he extended his hand forward.
... I could feel the energy around the forest gathering pulling towards him, although it was faint. The direction of the wind changed slightly, and what started as a small, blue flame on his extended palm, soon became a fireball in the size of a fist.
Even I knew how dangerous that looked. It was an attack which could fatally wound me should it hit directly. Eyeing the boy’s attack, I quickly muttered a spell under my breath.
“ᛋᚺᛁᛖᛚᛞ - ᚱᛖᛁᚾᚠᛟᚱᚲᛖ.”
And with that, a transparent layer of magic surrounded my body, protecting me from harm.
A bit of a spell with the kitsune tongue, but it would hopefully be enough. And just as I have done with my spell, Eri was done with his too.
“Get ready, Miss Yuri... fire!”
His blue flame was the size of a soccer ball. It looked like even he had trouble containing it, and if he didn’t let go right now, his own attack could kill him.
And so, he released it, as if he was shooting a gun.
Flying towards me as if someone threw a giant blue ball towards my face, it was definitely a fatal attack which could topple even one such as myself.
And it went closer... and closer....
BLAM!
...
......?
Nothing. I braced for an attack, but there was... nothing.
In fact, there was an explosion of flame, just right behind me. Thankfully, we were in this ‘Forest of Magic’, so it’s not like the forest could catch on fire, so the flames quickly dissipated.
It took me a few seconds before I realized what was going on.
“Tch!”
The boy missed. Again. His last attack has not hit me, but a tree instead. Even when I was standing still, he hesitated at the last second!
Watching Eri collapse on the floor, I finally snapped and turned away.
“Well then! That was a complete waste of time! Forget I took pity on you by giving you lessons, boy! Call me surprised if you manage to survive long enough to grow a tail!”
“M-Miss Yuri!”
“Good luck, coward.”
And all that was left there were the sound of the wind, and the cryings of a boy.
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I HAD AN IDEA ABOUT ANTENNAE AGAIN!!! Ok so imagine Zim managed to piss off his reader somehow, and he decides for once to suck it up and apologize. So here you have Zim, with his head down, holding out a flower to his human, with his antennae laid back behind his head. But then when his human accepts the flower and apology, they shoot right up and wiggle a little bit because he’s very happy to have them back!
YES! OMG! THIS SOUNDS SO CUTE?
Be warned: There might be a few feels up ahead! While there will absolutely be a happy ending, I’d advise you to have some tissues just in case.
You were absolutely furious with Zim! Dib had the misfortune of being chosen as your partner for a skool project and Zim sabotaged the entire thing! You nor Dib had the time to make another project! There went your straight A record!
You were so mad you couldn’t even think straight. When you got home you slammed your bedroom door shut.
BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!
Your wrist communicator bracelet started going off.
You knew damn well the caller was Zim. He was the one who made the bracelet for you!
You growled and threw the bracelet across the room.
BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!
The bracelet continued to ring so you decided to silence it by slapping your pillow over it.
Meanwhile, Zim begun to panic.
“Why isn’t Y/N picking up?!” Zim growled as he frantically shook his communicator.
Zim tapped the ‘Emergency call” button on his communicator. He hopped he would never have to use it but unfortunately, there’s a first time for everything.
BEEEEP!
“Y/N?! Y/N?! Y/N?! IT’S ME! ZIM! RESPOND! PLEASE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! HELLO?! Y/N?! Y/N?! Y/N?! ARE YOU ALIVE?! Y/N?! Y/N?! Y/N?!” Zim screeched as tears begun to form in his eyes.
You let out a startled yelp as you heard Zim’s screaming from under your pillow.
“Y/N?! Y/N WHAT’S GOING ON?! ARE YOU IN DANGER?! HELLO?!” Zim’s screams became louder and louder as he grew more and more frantic.
“Shut up! I’m alive! I just don’t want to talk to you!” You snapped as you cut the call.
Zim felt like he had just been stabbed. How could you not want to talk to him?! He thought you loved him! What was going on?! This had to be Dib’s fault! Zim was sure of it!
Wasting no time, Zim threw on his disguise and stormed off to confront Dib.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Zim slammed his fist against Dib’s front door.
The moment Dib opened it
FWOOSH!
Zim shoved Dib into the wall and caged him in with his spider legs.
“What have you done to my sweet Y/N?” Zim’s voice was cold and venomous as he spoke.
“What are you talking about?! I didn’t do anything! You’re the one who ruined our-”
“SILENCE DIB-STINK!” Zim roared as he grabbed Dib by the shirt.
Sweat begun to pour down Dib’s face. He had never seen Zim so angry before!
“Y/N is refusing to speak to me! They’ve been ignoring my calls! Ignoring Zim! You were the last one Y/N spent time with! This is your fault!” Zim ranted as he forced Dib to look him in the eye.
“Now then. What have you done to my Y/N?” Zim let out a low growl as the icy tone in his voice returned.
Dib tried to open his mouth to speak but fear had robbed him of his voice. All he could do was whimper as Zim’s eyes pierced through his soul.
“ANSWER ME, FOOL!”
“Hey, dumbass! Keep it down!” Gaz grumbled as she emerged from her room.
"This conversation doesn’t concern you, Dib-Sister!” Zim growled as he turned to face Gaz.
“This conversation does concern me! Your screaming is ruining my high score!” Gaz grunted as she folded her arms.
“Well your filthy stink brother ruined my Y/N!” Zim sneered.
“Well, maybe Y/N’s pissed at you because you ruined their skool project? Did you ever think of that?” Gaz growled as she shot Zim a glare.
“YOU ARE FULL OF LIES! Zim did not ruin Y/N’s project! Zim ruined Dib’s project!” Zim corrected as he folded his arms.
“You do realize that by ruining Dib’s part you’re ruining Y/N’s part too right?” Gaz mentioned as she opened an eye.
“Eh?”
“Skool projects are a group effort. If you turn in only one part then you fail. Everyone knows that.” Gaz explained as she put her hands on her hips.
“Oh...”
“That’s what I was trying to te-” Dib began.
“SILENCE STINK BEAST!” Zim interjected.
“Look, as much as I’d like to see Dib get beat up, this isn’t gonna make them like you again.” Gaz noted.
“Then what will?! TELL ME!” Zim demanded as he snapped a finger in her face.
“I don’t know! Maybe get them some flowers or something?” Gaz suggested as she swatted Zim’s hand away.
“Flowers? Very well. If this will get my Y/N to forgive me, then I shall get them these flowers.” Zim announced.
“Will you stop screaming now?!” Gaz growled.
“Yes. Very well. You have been spared just this once, miserable human but the next time I catch you anywhere near my Y/N...I will annihilate you down to your every last cell.” Zim’s words dripped with venom as he turned his attention back to Dib.
All Dib could do was nod meekly.
“Good. Now, I shall hunt down these flowers!” Zim announced dramatically as he released Dib and ran out the door.
“Thanks Gaz! I-ACK!” Dib was cut off by Gaz kicking his shin.
Zim rushed pff and stole bought the biggest bouquet of flowers he could get his tiny hands on.
However, the moment he tried to walk up to your front door,
FWHUMP!
Zim tripped on a large rock and fell flat on his face. The impact from the fall caused his wig and contacts to fall right off.
Zim groaned as he peeled himself off the ground. He coughed up some dirt as he slowly got up. Zim wiped the dirt off of himself as best as he could before anxiously ringing your doorbell.
You were home alone and were expecting a pizza.
DING DONG!
Assuming it was the Pizza man, you got up and opened the door.
You let out a startled gasp when you saw Zim standing there without his disguise!
“M-My sweet Y/N! I have come bringing flowers to...to...apologize.” Zim stuttered as he held out the flowers
“Apologize for what?” You urged as you folded your arms
“I have come to apologize for ruining your project! I thought I was just ruining the Dib-Stink’s part but I have been informed that I have also ruined yours! So I’m s- I’m sorry.” Zim confessed as his antennas laid back behind his head.
You sighed and playfully shook your head.
“Alright. I accept your apology.” You smiled as you gently took the flowers from him.
“Really? You forgive me?” Zim’s antennas sprung straight up.
“Of course. I just can’t stay mad at you, Zim. Now you better come inside before someone sees you without your disguise.” You chuckled.
“Eh? But I’m wearing my-” Zim let out a gasp as he realized his disguise was missing.
“It’s no big deal, Zim. Just come on in and I’ll take care of it ok?” You explained as you gestured for Zim to come inside.
“Ok! Phew! I am so glad you’ve forgiven me!” Zim chirped as his antennas wiggled a bit.
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The Old Boyband On the Bed
One-Shot. Just what the title said. Takes place before “Safety First”.
“So here how it goes, okay?” Melissa showed him a few moves in a student film they directed called ‘The Old Man on the Bench.’ Once Zack memorized them, he could give some better directions for the actors. Since they were both directors.
“Um… the script is fine but I still need more context,” Zack said while getting near to his partner. “Mind to do an act right now?”
“I… don’t know,” the ginger teased him and smirked confidently. “You sure you can handle the old man?”
“Of course I can! I’m the Old Boyband, if you will!” he stated.
“Okay, here we go… A 1, 2 and 3,” she announced.
The act started when they both sat on Zack’s bed in his bedroom of the Underwood residence. The boyband started the narration – a speech from Blake’s thought..
“Struggling…
Helpless…
Weak…
That’s how I feel about my life, Motilda.
Seeing you got hurt I just…
Is the Domino effect real?”
“Blake, I want to know your feelings…” Melissa finally filled her role. Zack then noticed she used the doe eyes. Such cuteness tortured him and he couldn’t focus. “But you’re like a clam, that has been left in the ice for too long.”
“Okay, I’ll tell alright!” it wasn’t a line from the film. That was the result from Melissa’s tease. His scream couldn’t help but make she grinned even more wider.
“Zack, you’re the old boyband,” she whispered.
“I know! But this was supposed to be a flashback of the old man, which makes me have the right to blam you for my ouf-of-characterness.”
Melissa tilted her head. While Zack was having his blame and couldn’t get relaxed on the bed, she kept smiling like she had had her own victory over him, “Oh come on, my doe eyes are unresistable.”
“It’s freakin’ cute, I get it,” Zack rolled his eyes. “But don’t you think we should start again. I was confused just then.”
He sat down and accepted a redo. Melissa could be hard to play along but Zack accepted that. After all, they should do their best for their first student film together.
“But I thought you knew the concept…” she wondered why Zack insisted her to do the test act. She held his hand and realized two things hiding inside it: the usual warmth and the sweat from having written the script along with her the day earlier.
“Because I’ll make it… with you.”
His sentence had much of her surprise. One of his hand Melissa just held and the other one slid to her shoulder instead. She had to lean back a bit, and Zack couldn’t eye anywhere else but her beautiful white face. They then accepted for a hug. Not that she wasn’t comfortable about it. In fact, it gave them a new idea for their student film.
“You know what, old boyband, you just put a good show out there,” she said seductively and put both hands on his neck to pull her back to the normal position.
“I think this is when Blake tells his feelings,” Zack smiled.
They put themselves together and followed their scripts one more time. Their film was a romance type, but it also had a bit of supernatural and humor spreading here and there.
“With that guy’s magic, I can go to the zebra land where the only thing who can here my thought is… Kevin…” the boyband was acting as Blake. Melissa giggled at that line, especially since she had the zebra part. They both thought of the name… Kevin.
“Pine cones for sale! Pine cones to help an old woman!” she acted that line and they both laughed at it. It was then she realized Zack’s method had actually worked. Not only they could figure out the moves and entertain themselves, but also they could put the good stuff ‘here’ and all the bad stuff ‘there.’ They worked hard on that script, but nobody gave a care what they just thought.
“You do have potential to be a director, Zack!”
He objected this however, “Nah, I’m just doing my best. Back to when I was in the Lumberzacks, we had a director and they gave us directions to do stuffs. We learned it pretty quick.”
“For real?” Melissa replied. “Well, if you can’t stand the heat, stay outta the kitchen!”
“Never trying too hard, aren’t ya?”
“M-hm.”
As soon as they finished the last check of the script, the two lied immidiately on Zack’s bed right away. Zack’s hand touched her belly while Melissa’s touched his neck, but it was simultanenously and they weren’t aware of it.
Melissa’s phone buzzed. It was the Chop ringtone, we all knew that.
“Milo? You prepare the magic kit for tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yeah, just finished the rest of the tools,” Milo said and Zack could hear it through the speaker. “Am I on the speaker?”
“No…” she lied. “Why did you say that?”
“Because I feel like you and Zack have been tired after a whole day. I think I heard Zack’s giggiling.”
He tried to laugh but also had to resist himself for Melissa’ lie.
She blushed then quickly dropped the call, “Alright, Milo, see you tomorrow bye.”
“You know, after the student film, we might want to do the whole acting again, even if it failed. I’m just saying,” Zack stated.
“Yes…” she whispered while breathing near her partner’s nose. “Yes we will.”
Meanwhile, from Milo’s room, the Murphy boy was packing all the buckets of paints. Those were used to decorate the tools inside the magic kit.
“Oh… she must be soooo cuddling with Zack,” he reviewed to the call.
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My Review of Zombieland Saga
#anime review#zombieland saga#kotaro tatsumi#sakura minamoto#lily hoshikawa#saki nikaido#junko konno#tae yamada#yugiri#ai mizuno
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If You’re Still Breathing
This story involves Michael, Mutt, Jeff, a main original character and some minor original background people. It attempts to fill in some of what happened between the Apocalypse and Michael’s arrival at Outpost 3. I’m a fan of being inspired by music, so each chapter (and IYSB) are named based on what I was listening to when I wrote it. There is also smut, but it’s pretty soft, I think. This is not complete, needing at least 2 more unwritten chapters to resolve the story.
Characters: Michael Langdon, Mutt Nutter, Jeff Pfister, mention of Ms. Mead. Original main character because I don’t like first-person.
Tag requests: @thelangdoncooperative , @ccodyfern
Word count: 5,073
Chapters 1-4
Warnings: some sexual content, blood, gore, death.
Chapter 1: “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid”
Outpost 2 was easily the largest, most technologically advanced of the bunch. The inhabitants wanted for nothing. Expanded from the historic Greenbrier Bunker in White Sulphur Springs, Outpost 2 had private rooms for 25, and dorm rooms for another 50. There were two 250,000-gallon water tanks, and 2 50,000-gallon diesel fuel tanks. All ventilation had radioactive particle filters and clean air circulators, plus there was water filtration, bunker to surface vault doors that needed 50 pounds of pressure just to unlock, and even recording and broadcasting equipment. The upgrades from the 60’s included hydroponic agriculture & livestock annexes, solar power, hydroelectric power, an armory, and for some reason a bowling alley. You name it and they had it.
Unfortunately, it had a little too much of some things. And by things, I mean people. And by people, I mean two individuals in particular. Mutt Nutter and Jeff Pfister. They were the outpost designers, and they never let any of the inhabitants forget that they were alive because of them.
“You want me to what?! Check the irrigation drains under the northwest crops? I don’t need to do anything; those fucking freeloaders can do it. I already saved humanity once!”
They weren’t any better with each other. “You see this coffee, asshole? Tanzanian Golden Black Sky Desert Roast! If it wasn’t for me, you’d be eating nutrient cubes back in California!”
“You’re the one who fucked up and put us here after I SPECIFICALLY said to put us in the Bahamas! I should be balls deep in Jennifer Lawrence right now, but instead we’re trapped with these fucking gremlins!”
And that was just banter over breakfast. The others chalked it up to the price for surviving in splendor, and left them to their drugs and robots.
The Outpost was light on entertainment personalities, but heavy on scientists, politicians and inventors. Many of the people who were meant to be there hadn’t made it, but certain people, mostly Cooperative members, had been given a heads up, and were already underground when the bombs hit. Grace had been one of the first people to arrive, but she wasn’t in the Cooperative or a billionaire. She was just a special education therapist who’d moved to White Sulphur Springs from California 3 years ago.
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There at the base of the stairs, Grace smiled. “I thought it had to be you. You sent me the card with the Cooperative ID, didn’t you?”
“I did. I wish I could have collected you myself.”
“But why?”
“I needed you. There wasn’t time then, but there is now.” Grace watched his eyes. The bright blue she’d grown so accustomed to now looked like moonlight on an ocean.
“What’s happened to you? Are you okay? Where’s Ms. Mead? Did she… oh no. She didn’t make it did she?”
“No.” He stared straight ahead, pretending he didn’t feel; a move she’d seen before when he was trying to not cry. A tear slipped out and she watched it roll down his newly chiseled features. She reached out her hand to wipe it away then stopped. He had never liked surprise touching. In a soft voice she said, “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask first. I won’t touch you without your permission again, I promise.”
But he wasn’t the same boy next door she remembered that was full of anger, swinging from sweet to vicious with no warning. Surprisingly, he stepped closer and enveloped her in his arms. Suddenly buried in his cloak, she relished the embrace. It felt good to be held, and it felt good to know that Michael had become more comfortable with touching. There, in the folds of his cape, she breathed him in, inhaling the scent of burnt wood mixed with something metallic. Electric. Grace realized he smelled like a battery tasted. She had to fight the urge to lick him to see if her tongue tingled. Instead, she laid her cheek on his chest and sank into the hug.
Then her former boy next door leaned in and whispered, “But you want to touch me, don’t you?” His lips brushed against her ear and she reeled, feeling like she’d just been sucker punched in the libido. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she could barely restrain herself from grabbing at him, pushing him to the floor, wrapping herself around him and eating him alive. Her hands tightened on him for a moment, threatening to tear his skin right through his clothes. Then she forcefully pushed him away, succeeding only in pushing herself back against the stairs.
What was happening here? Grace thought she might faint from her sudden need for him, but he simply stood and observed her. It was clear that he was relishing the sight of her feeling so many things at once, her former role of protector wrestling with her baser instincts. She was literally clinging to the banister for support when he ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of his upper lip. With the cool nonchalance of tossing a valet the car keys, he cocked an eyebrow and said, “You have my permission”, then turned and walked into the conference room.
Shocked, she ran scurrying down the hall like a mouse chased by a cat. She could almost hear Michael’s laughter following her. Once she had reached her room and locked the door behind her, she collapsed on the bed and whispered to herself, “What the fucking fuck was that?!!” She replayed the reunion in her mind. Instead of finding answers, she found herself reliving the moment his lips touched her ear, over and over again.
Without even realizing it, she had pulled up her dress and begun touching herself. Her body ached for more, and Grace obliged, putting one, then two fingers inside herself, thrusting and rubbing, involuntarily moaning, “Oh yes, please, please, more!” Her hips squirmed, and the memory of Michael sent a spasm through her, pushing her over the edge into climax. Unaware of anything existing but Michael’s touch, she cried out with pleasure and release. “Oh! Oh fuck! Oh my god! yes! Yes! OH FUCK YES!!!!” She brought herself to orgasm over and over again until she lay on her bed drained, unable to move, aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through her in waves as she fell asleep on her bed, half undressed and limp like a doll.
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The meeting with Mutt and Jeff was predictable. Them being overly solicitous to Michael with just enough questioning and doubt to show they still thought they knew better. This had been coming for a while.
“So, what’s going on out there, dude?”
“Most people are dead, the ones that aren’t are mutating and dying. Outpost One has been overrun and destroyed.”
“What?! No way, man. New York had a great defense system. Almost as good as this one!”
“Apparently not good enough.”
“Shit. So, what do we need to do to keep it from happening here?”
“There’s nothing you can do except… are you prepared to fight?”
Jeff started making Pew! Pew! Blam! noises and pulled a gun out of his waistband. “Oh, we’re ready. POW!”
Michael looked at Mutt. “I need to report back to the rest of the Cooperative of course. Why don’t you show me around so I can get an idea of where we stand supply-wise?”
Clearly uncomfortable, he said, “Oh, sure. But, uh maybe we should stay here, make sure everything’s ready for your dinner.”
Jeff chimed in, “We’re doing a special dinner to celebrate your arrival, man. Like, top of the line.”
Michael observed them both, having expected nothing less than avoidance. “M-mm, I see. Of course. Shall I just, wander about on my own then? See what I can find?”
Jeff gave a panicked, “No!” then added, “What I mean is, you wouldn’t want to miss anything important. You should totally have a guide. You want your special friend to take you around?” He exchanged a knowing look with Mutt.
Michael’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“You know, the nobody who you put in here with us, the one with no money or special talents who had a priority entry clearance? Come on, dude. We’re not stupid. Obviously, she’s somebody special to you. I didn’t even know the Son of Satan could have personal attachments. Beyond the Battlea…. Ms. Mead, I mean. So, what’s the deal, you two getting it on? Did you save her to be like, your post-apocalyptic sex slave, or what?” Michael’s eyes grew black, and the lights flickered. “That’s not your concern.”
Mutt looked around nervously. “Okay, we were just curious. So, you don’t want her to show you around? We can find…”
“It will be fine.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ve got some... stuff to take care of.” Before Michael could even leave the room, the boys made a beeline for the drink cabinet, and opened it to reveal a giant crystal skull half full of cocaine, several syringes, and the bar sink full of robotic arms clutching bottles of alcohol. As the door shut behind him, Michael heard a gunshot and a round of hysterical giggling. He put his hand over his face and sighed.
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Chapter 2: "The Distance”
The intercom in Grace’s room buzzed, startling her from her unplanned nap. Once she got her bearings, she went over to the speaker. “This is Grace, what is it?”
“Got a job for you, sweetheart.” Ugh, it was Jeff. Grace rolled her eyes at the intercom and prayed it wouldn’t be something humiliating.“What kind of job?”
“Langdon wants a tour of the bunker.”
The butterflies started in her stomach, and lower down her parts clenched in an agonizing ache. “Can’t Josie or Henry do that? I’m kind of busy right now.”
Mutt chimed in, “Nope. It’s gotta be you babe. Try not to have too much fun. We need him back for the big dinner at 6.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. He just left the conference room so get your ass up here pronto.” Grace hurriedly changed out of the rest of her clothes and into jeans, a t-shirt, and work boots. A full tour would include the livestock pens, and she didn’t want to look seductive anyway. She grabbed a hair tie on her way out the door and pulled her hair into a ponytail as she hurried down the hall. She rehearsed in her head giving a firm “no” if he tried touching or whispering to her again. But she also couldn’t help imagining what could happen if she didn’t.
As she rounded the corner, she saw Michael once again standing at the bottom of the steps, writing something in a small black notebook. Not knowing what to expect, nervous with anticipation, she walked up to him and tried a casual, “Hi.” Her voice came out hoarse and she began to cough. She thought back to all the screaming she’d been doing recently and grew warm with the thought. She hoped she wasn’t blushing.
“Sorry about that. Air gets pretty dry in here.”
Michael tucked the notebook into his jacket, then looked at her coolly. “Please lead on. We have a lot to see.”
“Okay, well you’ve seen the decontamination entrance and the overview/conference room, so let’s go down to the big stuff at the back.” As they walked down the corridor, Grace kept talking. She told herself it was because he would want to know as much as possible but truthfully, she was just trying to avoid thinking about what happened earlier. Michael either didn’t notice or chose to ignore her, as his only contribution to her running dialogue was the occasional, “Interesting.”
She pushed open a set of glass double doors. “This is the ER.” They walked past hospital beds and Michael peered into one of the operating rooms. There was everything a regular operating room would have: bone saws, ventilators, shock paddles, EKG machine, IV drips, and so on. “You’re quite prepared.”
“Mostly. And here’s the pharmacy. We have everything one needs for typical stuff, we even have a setup for chemo. But they went heavy on the painkillers and didn’t stock a lot of long-term meds, which I think was a mistake.”
They took a walk through the pharmacy rows, and as Grace talked, Michael would occasionally pick up a bottle or package. “If you have questions about any of these, we’ve got a basic guide and I still remember a lot from school so you can always ask.”
“These aren’t locked up? Anyone can access them?”
They’re unlocked now because I’m showing it to you. There’s a code on the room and on the shelves, plus the cameras are simply everywhere.” She pointed up and waved to the camera. “Josh is probably on camera duty tonight. Hi Josh!”
Michael glared at the camera, and in the observation room, Josh grabbed his heart and collapsed to the floor.
They left the medical area and walked down to the power room. Keying in another code, Grace opened the heavy door and they were greeted with a wall of noise. “They’re pretty loud. Sorry.” She flipped a few switches and the actual size of the room became apparent. “These are the diesel generators and tanks. We actually don’t use them much since gas is a finite resource, but the sky isn’t very bright some days thanks to the fallout, so… yeah. See these two tanks with the staircases attached? That’s all of our fuel.”
“And how full are they now?”
“What?”
He leaned in closer. “How full are they now?!”
“One hasn’t been touched at all, and the other has...” She walked over to the tanks. “This one’s at 89%.”
“And where’s your water source?”
“Oh, most of that is filtered and recycled. This was a great place to build a bunker because there’s also a naturally occurring deep spring underneath. The radiation levels for that are still holding, but we predict they’ll eventually succumb to runoff from the surface. The good news is even contaminated water can run a hydroelectric generator in a pinch.”
“You know a lot about this. Special interest?” Grace raised an eyebrow and smirked, “You mean survival? Yeah, I’m pretty interested in that. It’s in the best interest of the group that we all know as much as possible. We’ve got experts in certain areas, like the two chuckleheads and their robotics…”
“You mean Nutter and Pfister?”
“Oh, no offense, I know you three work pretty closely.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well… you saw them alone in the conference room, and they talk all the time about how they’re very influential with the Cooperative leader. That’s you, right? The leader? What’s the deal with The Cooperative? What’s the common goal?”
Michael hesitated, trying to avoid the topic
“Look, if you can’t talk about it, I understand, but how did that happen? Leading the Cooperative is a long way from lessons in my basement. I’m glad for you, I always knew you were too strong willed to let anything hold you back but…”
Michael rushed in and closed the gap between them pinning her against the tank. “You have no idea.” Then he kissed her, roughly. His lips mashed up against hers and she never even had a choice. She opened her mouth to him, nipping at his bottom lip, hungry and uncontrolled. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and they fought, her need matched by his hunger. Her hands ran through his long golden curls, grasping and tugging, trying to bring him closer. The kiss broke, and she sighed as he bent down to kiss her neck, licking and biting his way from her collarbone to her ear and back again. His hands roamed over her body, her skin burned hot wherever he touched her. It was too much for Grace, and she had to cry out, “Stop!, I can’t! I... Please, it’s too much!” Tears leaked from her eyes, not because she was in pain, but because she’d never wanted something so much in her life and for some reason, she couldn’t just let it happen.
Michael looked at her, glassy eyed and drunk on her need. He watched her hands opening and closing, grasping at the air instead of him. She wanted this. She needed this. This was rich, thick desire that he could taste and hear and smell and feel. The tension between them made the air shimmer with heat. Like magnets, they could only get so close to each other before they touched out of sheer force. He experimented, raising his hand to her waist and bringing it closer and closer until he felt the pull, breaking free only to do it again. She held her breath, afraid of what she might do if he touched her again.
A door alarm blared at the end of the hall, breaking the spell. Michael clenched his fist, ready to set ablaze the person who interrupted them, but remembered where he was and restrained himself to avoid an incident. Surprisingly, it was Grace who composed herself first and suggested, “Shall we move on?”
They walked through the kitchen, avoiding the hot pans and sharp knives, chopping and slicing, sizzling and flashing. The kitchen crew couldn’t help but stare as Michael strolled through with his blonde shoulder-length hair and elegant black clothes, nodding approvingly at one thing or another. He dipped his finger into the creamy mushroom soup and tasted it, saying simply, “Not bad”, giving a rare glimpse of his full-wattage smile. With that, he could have stabbed every member of the crew with their own knives and they would have thanked him for the privilege of dying by his hand. Grace was impressed. He had come a very long way.
She chimed in to say, “Almost everything you’ll have tonight was grown right here. The animals aren’t ready for breeding, but when they are, we’ll have fresh meat as well.”
“What kinds of animals do you have now?”
“Oh, you know, chickens, a cow and a steer, a pair of pigs… It’s like Noah’s Ark down there. But not all the animals are for eating. Come on, I’ll show you.” They walked through the green mist of the hydroponic vegetables and herbs, past the fruit trees in pots, past the composting, and entered the husbandry through an honest to god split-rail fence.
The animals came crowding around and at first Grace thought it was for her, but then she realized that they had all gone to Michael instead. And the oddest part was that they weren’t crowding him, they all just… sat there, as if in a trance. “Like they’re asking to be spared” ran through her mind. What a strange idea.
“You’ve got a way with animals.”
He looked a little uncomfortable. “Not really, I think they’re just interested in me because I’m new.”
“That must be it.” Grace knew better, but if Michael didn’t want to talk about this particular weirdness, that was okay. “But you haven’t seen the best part.”
“Am I going to have to walk through more mud?” His fancy Louboutin boots were looking quite muddy.
“Mud, no. Dirt, probably.”
Michael seemed to stop and consider his options. He sighed, “Fine.”
She led him around the side of the enclosure and whistled. Two beautiful black horses came trotting up. “Aren’t they amazing? Do you want to feed them?”
“Why?”
“Why? Because it will make them happy.” Michael seemed a little confused by the idea of making an animal happy, but took the shiny red apples that Grace gave him and held one in each hand for the two beauties. They gently nuzzled his hands and then methodically chomped away on them until there was nothing left. “Huh.”
“Good babies”, cooed Grace. And to Michael, “You see? That wasn’t so bad. Oh!” She suddenly beamed. “I forgot, check this out!” She led Michael into the enclosure and waved her hands dramatically. “Ta-da!” There stood a black carriage, like the ones you’d see in old movies. His eyebrows raised in quiet approval. Wooden wheels, curtains on the windows. He peeked inside. Leather seats, too. “What’s this for?”
“Well, Henry’s logic was that if the day came where we needed to venture out for supplies, that having a carriage would make much more sense than a car because we wouldn’t need to carry gas for it or rely on finding any later. If the horses can eat what we eat…” She was interrupted by an announcement blaring from the speaker in the ceiling. It was fucking Jeff again.
“Ladies and gentlemen! The time is now 5:00 and in an hour we will be having a celebratory feast in honor of Mr. Langdon. Please make sure you are tastefully attired and on time! Over and out!”
Grace and Michael shared a look.
“I guess the tour’s over.”
“We’ll finish it later.”
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Chapter 3: “Belief In God Is So Adorable”
The dinner was unnecessary, but Michael had learned that these kinds of things were easier to get through than call off. And besides, it would give him a chance to try an experiment. He looked around the table at the scientists, intellectuals and politicians and military men. He stood and raised his glass in a toast.
“Fellow Cooperative members, as you may have heard, Outpost One is gone.” People nodded their heads and tried to look broken up about it. “But let us not ignore the fact that we are still here.” More thoughtful nodding. “I would like to raise my glass to Outpost two, and your efficient and sustainable colony.”
Mutt and Jeff let out a “Yeah! Damn right!” and stood up to chest bump each other. Then they stepped away from the table to do a few lines and argue about which bottle of wine to open. Everyone else applauded politely, raised their glasses in return and drank.
Individual bowls of soup were being placed before each person. “What do we have here?” asked Michael. The person serving said, “Mushroom soup, sir. Made from mushrooms grown right here. And fresh cream, too.”
“Well, it looks delicious.” He winked at the server, who from that moment on would have gladly cut his own eyes out with rusty razor wire then sautéed them with rosemary and eaten them if Michael had asked him to. Michael dipped his spoon into the bowl and brought it to his lips then stopped, putting his spoon down and simply sitting while he watched the guests eat every last spoonful while they talked about some garden pests or fortifying a support girder or something else equally pointless.
Michael frowned. It hadn’t worked. He wondered if it was a dosage problem or if it was the rate the pills dissolved in hot soup. But then, Henry started to drift. He looked so tired. Then Josie, then Doris too. They could barely hold their heads up. The three senators soon followed suit, then the General. The other diners were slumping in their seats and Michael began to smile. “Good to know”, he whispered to himself.
Mutt and Jeff continued to argue in the corner, oblivious to anyone else’s condition. Michael sighed internally. No one appreciated subtlety anymore. Once everyone had succumbed and was face down in their soup or puddled on the floor, Michael stood up. “Gentlemen, since our companions seem to resting, I wonder if you could help me with something.”
“Yeah, sure. Whoa, what happened? Are they going to be okay?”
“Oh, yes. They’ll be fine. Just… napping. I still need a tour of the armory and I wanted you two to take me since I know it’s your area of…” Michael hesitated, barely able to say the word, “…expertise.”
“What? Oh dude! Absolutely! Let’s go!”Jeff whooped and hollered the whole way there, Mutt egging him on. They unlocked the shooting range and took Michael to the armory.
“We’ve got everything you need, man.”
“I don’t need anything, I just need to know what you have.”
“Oh. Well, you mind if we shoot off a few rounds first?” Michael waved his hand at them, “Of course.” He sat back in a green plastic chair, putting his feet up on the rail. He knew what was coming.
“So, uh, let’s just do a few lines first, ok?” They opened up yet another unimaginative cocaine stash inside a target dummy then laid out a pile and bulldozed their faces through it. As they brought their heads up, they realized something was off. Weird.
“Dude, you feel that?”
“Like, that buzzing? What the fuck is that? OW!” Blood began to run out of Jeff’s nose. He turned to look at Mutt, who had sunk to the floor holding his head in his hands. He turned to Michael and yelled, “What is happening?!”
Michael gave the most sardonic of smiles and said, “Oh, it’s quite simple really. My father has revoked your privileges.”
Jeff’s eyes bugged in disbelief. He screamed hysterically, “What do you mean fucking revoked? We paid our dues man! We sold our souls!” Behind him Mutt began to rhythmically beat his head on the floor.
“Yes, you did. But you haven’t exactly upheld your end of things, have you? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
“Auuugh! Fuck!” The nosebleed was hemorrhaging, leaving Jeff soaked in his own blood, woozy and thick-headed. “Wouldn’t know what?!?!! We gave you the apocalypse, dude!”
Michael stood up, clasping his hands behind his back and cocking his head to one side. Speaking in a voice that was all gravel and bitterness he said, “You lied to me. You tried to manipulate me.” Jeff fell to the floor next to Mutt, trying to stand but slipping in the blood that was spreading around them. Michael continued, “You programmed Ms. Mead to say what you wanted to say. You used her. You took away her memories and gave her ones that you liked better. You changed her. And in doing so you worked against me.”
He slowly walked his way over to the miserable pair.
“You.”
He looked at Mutt, who had slammed his head into the floor so many times that his eyes had rolled back into his head and pieces of his brain were flapping idly at the edges of his skull.
He stepped closer, hand clenched.
“Used.”
He watched Jeff try to hold his head up, blood now flowing from his ears, eyes, and skin.
He stepped closer, clenching the other hand.
“Me!”
He threw his hands open and they held roaring fire, flames licking and jumping in anticipation.
“And my...”
His face went ghostly white, black holes where his features should be. His voice boomed so powerful and angry it could have toppled mountains.
“…MS. MEAD!!!”
The flames shot to the ceiling and curved back down, igniting Mutt and Jeff. They wailed and screamed, slowly and painfully burning to a blackened crisp. Michael snapped his hands shut and stood stone faced, watching the ashes swirl across the floor. He casually brushed a stray lock of hair off his face and straightened his jacket. One last loose end to tie up.
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Beginning of Chapter 4: “I Am a Rock”
Grace thought back to when she first met Michael. When a boy of 16 comes knocking at your door and he isn’t selling something for school, one gets nervous. And here was this boy, all ripped black jeans and combat boots, unsure of how to say hello to a stranger. He stood there on her doorstep, just looking at her, as if she was supposed to just know what he needed. “Where’s your mo…Ms. Mead?” she asked, looking around.
The tall boy with icy eyes and curls like an angel looked around too. “I don’t know, I mean she was here, but now she’s not and the car’s not here…” The boy was clearly not comfortable being alone, and seemed anxious.
“Is there someone I should call?”
He looked sheepish and said, “Can I just wait here?”
“Sure. We can do that. Let’s wait outside so we can see her car when she gets back.” And she thought to herself, “And so Ms. Mead doesn’t skin me alive for having her boy in my house unsupervised.”
“Okay. Thank you. May I have some water?”
Grace brought out some water for the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. He flinched, swatting at her hand. She took a step back then sat down on the steps at a respectful distance, putting the glass of water in the space between them.
“Sorry, I’ll ask permission next time, okay?”
Michael stayed silent, looking doubtful.
“I will ask permission before I touch you. I promise.”
They sat awkwardly until he finished the water. He handed it to her saying, “Here’s your glass. I’m finished.”
“Thank you… I don’t know your name. What should I call you?”
“Michael. Michael Langdon.”
“How old are you Michael?”
“16.”
“And where do you go to school?”
“I don’t like these questions.”
Dammit, she had pushed too hard again. In her head, she admonished herself. “Listening skills, Grace! Come on!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want to talk? Just wait?”
“Just wait.”
Grace was trained in working with special needs kids, and this young man Michael, with his specific ways and rigid preferences, acting a little younger than his age would suggest, seemed to have some delays. She wondered if there was some kind of developmental disability there. She desperately wanted to ask more, but there was no point pushing him. They sat and watched the cars pass and listened to the summer insects buzzing.
Michael broke the silence. “Why are you always playing music and hitting things?”
“What? Oh, I’m practicing. Practicing martial arts.”
“You listen to music for that?”
“Well, I do. It helps keep me motivated. It’s not too loud is it? I don’t want to bother anyone.”
“No, it’s not loud. Well, Ms. Mead doesn’t like it but I think she just doesn’t like that kind of music.”
“Well, it’s not for everybody. I’ll try to keep it quieter so she doesn’t have to listen.”
“You practice fighting? Can you teach me fighting?”
Grace had an inspirational idea, but it would require some coordinated effort and planning. “That… would be up to Ms. Mead. If she says it’s okay, then I can certainly try.”
“She’ll say okay.”
And just like that, her car came pulling into the driveway.Michael’s face lit up, and he ran off, calling out over his shoulder, “Bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow?” Grace thought, “Oh, boy.”
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Yonezu x wowaka(Hitorie) MUSICA Interview March 2015
Yonezu Kenshi and wowaka - Through 2009~2011, a span of about 2 years, they went under the name “Hachi” and “wowaka” as VOCALOID producers, dominating a vast amount of impact and overwhelming popularity. And they didn’t stop there, now they’re challenging the next stage by singing and creating their own music by themselves. Surely there are a lot of people, who held the talks of these two in their hearts. And actually, when I announced on Twitter that I had done this interview, the reaction was amazing. I myself had wanted to do this for a long time I just was waiting for the opportunity; so I thought that “now” was the time. Yonezu Kenshi is welcoming and accepting other people, from his marvelous second album “YANKEE”, to his long-awaited first live show, and now to his his newly released song “Flowerwall”. wowaka, who has formed Hitorie, is cracking open his shell, through live shows he’s exposing himself in his music, learning how to put it all together, and at the end of the line they have drastically improved the way they make music, now they’ve released the album that’s their true first album, “WONDER and WONDER”. In other words, Yonezu Kenshi and wowaka have newly found out who they want to be as artists, so I thought this was the perfect time for them to sit down and talk to each other. The second generation of Vocaloid that wowaka and Hachi (Yonezu) represent, is different from the first generation full of characters, and different from the third generation full of entertainment. It’s a generation that brought out countless artists who desired to express themselves, who could drain that self-expression into an alternative rock band sound of music. That’s exactly why, I think it was inevitable that wowaka and Yonezu ended up choosing to sing their own music. Of irreplaceable rivals who hold each other as sworn friends, this is the long-awaited interview that talks about what they have done from then until now, please give it a read.
wowaka: “I’m surprised by how long it’s been.”
Yonezu: “Well we haven’t seen each other for about two years.”
Yet, you used to go to events together, so you would see each other a lot.
Yonezu: “But probably, to say we saw each other a lot is misleading. A normal person would say that we didn’t see each other that much.”
wowaka: “Hahahaha, that’s true. But we did open a stand together at one event, and such.”
- Didn’t you do a panel discussion together also?
wowaka: “We did do that (laughing).”
Yonezu: “It feels like so long ago (laughing).”
wowaka: “Wasn’t it like 4 years ago?”
- I think you two did it for the release of “diorama”, so probably about less than 3 years ago?
wowaka: “That’s right, we had done an event at ‘Loft Plus One’ (laughing).”
- When did you two meet, what was it like?
wowaka: “We had both started posting our songs on Nico Douga in 2009. So probably around that time.”
Yonezu: “Yeah, right around then.”
wowaka: “When you’re uploading your own songs, you start to get curious as to what other people are posting. So as I was listening, I started to get conscious of how other people were writing really good songs, getting crazy amounts of hits. That was around the time of “WORLD’S END UMBRELLA” and “Qualia”, so like the summer of 2009. But, it wasn’t until afterwards that we actually got in contact?”
Yonezu: “That’s right. I’m pretty sure that we got together at ‘THE VOC@LOID M@STER’ in the beginning of that next year. We had chatted on Twitter before but, that was the first time we met.”
- When did you first learn of wowaka, Yonezu?
Yonezu: “It was literally the exact same time for me too. It was around that summer when ‘Two-Faced Lovers’ was gaining an amazing amount of hits. The fact that such amazing people were around was becoming a big deal. It was around the same time that we both started getting a lot of hits, wasn’t it? I think wowaka-san was a bit faster than me but.”
wowaka: “Hachi-kun was faster. I have a vivid memory of thinking ‘This guy pisses me off’ (laughing).”
Yonezu: “Hahahahahaha”
wowaka: “Because I was jealous (laughing).”
Yonezu: “Producers of the same time period as you, these colleagues really do get you crazy curious. Producers that came before you feel like a senpai and they’re amazing in they’re own way but, they don’t get you curious. wowaka-san is a raw colleague so there was a lot of influence between us, or, he was provocative to me.”
wowaka: “Well, just from listening I would get the sense that Hachi-kun was thinking about me as he wrote his songs, And vise-versa. Also always from the absolute first time I listened to them, I’ve thought that his melodies are just so good. They’re crazy catchy but there’s also a uniqueness to them or, just by listening to the melody for 5 seconds you could tell that it’s his song. That’s always left an impression on me. I genuinely felt that there’s an amazing person out there. I have trouble writing melodies. So he played a huge role in making me conscious of that.”
Yonezu: “I think that the melodies of wowaka-san’s songs are really good. I’m someone who finds melodies to be the most important thing, I make my songs with an attitude of like a ‘melody-supremacist’. Yet the melodies of wowaka-san’s songs were like nothing I had heard before, it was like music that was way out of my capacity. ‘So there’s even stuff like this out there…’ I thought. His sense of rhythm is even special too… The first time I listened to his songs, they had such an impact on me that I felt like I was punched blam in the head.”
- Was there any time when your songs influenced each other’s songs?
Yonezu: “There was a lot for me. For example, his sense of rhythm; wowaka-san has a lot of really fast songs, doesn’t he. I had never heard such rhythms before, or such way of attaching lyrics to beats, so I would interpret it in my own way, and ponder as to how I could counter it. Especially ‘World’s End Dancehall’ had-“
wowaka: “I feel I’ve just been praised incredibly (laughing).”
Yonezu: “That had enough impact that it overthrew me. Even though we’re allies, it felt like you were a virtual enemy standing in the middle of the road stopping me, it made me think I don’t wanna lose. I have memories of spending days and nights thinking until my brain fried, as to how it’s possible to even make such a song.”
wowaka: “I have them too. Hachi-kun was the one who made me realize how important it is to make the melody and the words work together. (Hachi-kun was the one who gave birth to my consciousness, on how to take care of melody and the words together.)”
- My image of the NicoNico Douga Vocaloid culture back then was, that there was various individual creators influencing and pushing each other, so much that it led to music evolving as a whole, but..?
wowaka: “I think that’s really exactly it. It felt like everyone was close and we had a relationship, but at the same time it was sort of creepy that we couldn’t see each other’s faces (laughing). There was this sort of exquisite sense of distance among the whole fandom. That’s just why you would get conscious of it, why it sort of seemed like we were meddling with underground music. Off the back of that, there were people getting a lot of hits and there were others getting conscious of it too…. Thinking about it now, that whole scene was amazing back then, huh (laughing).”
Yonezu: “Different people were doing different things as they pleased, and we all naturally converged into one place, it was that sort of atmosphere. I remember it as a really fun time.”
wowaka: “It was fun. Really fun.”
Yonezu: “Fufufufufufu”
- It’s true that when Yonezu and wowaka were around in 2009 to 2011, it was special. It was different from how it felt before, or even after.
wowaka: “Ah, I really think that too.”
- From my perspective, I was surprised by how the Vocaloid fandom was able to take expressions in from the typical rock context, and bring them out in a more sharp and thick form. Yonezu and wowaka’s time was full of people who were bringing their forms of expressions to the table through the music called Vocaloid. That’s just why this much interesting talent had surfaced. It became a breeding ground for abnormally creative music. That’s what I feel.
wowaka: “Well, people were flooding in because of the culture that the prior generation had made, so halfway through 2009 was when a bunch of interesting people were popping up. I really think that was some kind of miracle.”
Yonezu: “That’s right. I think that too.”
- So, then you and other creators came together under the independent label ‘balloom’. If you two think of each other as rivals, how did it come to you two working as allies there?
Yonezu: “I actually don’t know much about how balloom started...”
- Is that so?
Yonezu: “Furukawa Honpo had asked me if I wanted to join in, because wowaka-san was there. The reason I signed on with balloom was actually because those two were there. To me, it was just that people I liked were there. So, I didn’t think too much about it.
wowaka: “I probably know more than Hachi-kun. On what I said before, I felt that balloom was something that brought all the events from 2009 together, in a thick and concise way. I felt happy that I could be a part of that. My album was balloom’s very first release-“
- ‘Unhappy Refrain’ right.
wowaka: “Yes. I remember that when I was making it, I was thinking about how happy I was, just be able to make something that was going to be released all over the country.”
- Between Furukawa Honpo and Nanou, balloom has since graduated from Vocaloid and gotten a lot of artists who make new original music though.
Yonezu: “How did that happen, anyway?”
wowaka: “I think it just started to happen naturally, everyone going off to do their own thing… In the end, maybe everyone was just really too assertive of themselves (laughing). I think there were so many people that were pains to deal with.”
- So when you got together to do panel discussions and such, did it feel like just annoying people were saying annoying things?
Yonezu: “I think that was a pain in itself (laughing). At the after-parties everyone would be having fun, yet by halfway through there would often be two people fighting for the rest of the time (laughing).”
wowaka: “I remember having a drink and falling asleep (laughing).”
Yonezu: “But, it’s like we were fighting in the same ring or- It’s not as if we were flocks of the same feather but, we all had felt as if it was that way. We all have our different means of music but, we all came together as this cult called Vocaloid. ...Thinking back, it was really appealing wasn’t it.”
wowaka: “Surely because of all the people of that moment, did it become that sort of place. I seriously do think that it was the meeting of a miracle.”
- So then on May 2011, under said balloom, you wowaka released ’Unhappy Refrain’, and exactly a year after that on May 2012, Yonezu released ‘diorama’. Both of those got ranked 6th on the Oricon Weekly Rankings. I think that this was an amazing moment. You emergeged from the internet with your own strength, and from a label that started from an independent gathering, you had such a large impact on Japan’s music scene. I was excited that something new had just begun but, how did the people in question actually feel?
Yonezu: “Though, it didn’t feel as if I was doing anything new. I really was just doing it because it was interesting. I jumped into Vocaloid because I thought “It’s fun here!”, I was just sort of going “This is fun, this is fun.”, until I suddenly got there. That’s how I felt.”
*wowaka: “It’s not as if the road just naturally continued on that way, it felt like that place was just a part of what we were doing, and the place it reached was just our album releases. That’s why I don’t feel as if I was thinking ‘Let’s do something new’ or anything either.“
- Then, did it feel as if it was the product of all your passion for pure fun and impulse?
Yonezu: “I think so.“
wowaka: “Forget as to whether it was new or not, I thought it was really fun that interesting people were putting all these things together. Maybe that part itself felt as if it had a newness to it.”
Yonezu: “But I think that what wowaka-san left behind has had such an impact that it’s immeasurable. Of course in the current Vocaloid world too but, I think that the ‘wowaka essence’ is definitely always lurking around somewhere. That is amazing.”
- Your lyrics to your melodies to your sense of rhythm are like an invention. It’s true, that the shape of music changed after you.
Yonezu: “That’s why Hitorie is called out for sounding like Vocaloid too, isn’t it. Whenever I hear that I think ‘It’s the opposite, it’s the opposite!’. There really is a feel that wowaka-san is the one who created Vocaloid.”
wowaka: “… This is embarrassing ssu (laughing). Thank you. But on the topic of impact, isn’t Hachi-kun way stronger.”
Yonezu: “No no no, your ratio is absolutely bigger than mine, if you think about who impacted Vocaloid.”
wowaka: “No, Hachi-kun was amazing too?”
- …What the hell is this (laughing).
wowaka and Yonezu: “Hahahahahaha.”
- So after all that, now you two are both starting to sing your own songs with your own voice, at the same time as each other. Yonezu released ‘diorama’ in May 2011 but, I hear that this is because ‘diorama’ took about 2 years to produce-.
wowaka: “What, you spent 2 whole years working?!”
Yonezu: “Yes (laughing). But it was only that I had been hypothesizing designs for diorama for 2 years, it’s not as if I spent 2 years actually working on it. I was considering a lot as I was making it, and it ended up taking longer. “
wowaka: “I see (laughing). “
- Then 2012 was when wowaka formed Hitorie and started to have live shows.
wowaka: “That’s right. I brought it up near the end of 2011, and I think the first time we had a show was in the January of 2012. “
Yonezu: “I’ve actually been in a band with Hitorie’s drummer Yumao and bassist ygarshy, it was for literally one second but. “
- What, is that true?
wowaka: “That was around the beginning of 2011, wasn’t it.“
- Why did you start a band?
Yonezu: “There was an event going on so they invited me. When I said that even if I went up on stage I’d have no idea what to do, they said ‘Then why don’t we make a band together?’. So I was introduced to those guys, and we did our one time show.“
- Why did you end it after one?
Yonezu: “Well, we originally were only a band for that event, and once the event was over then we were over.”
wowaka: "That was one mystery of an event wasn’t it.”
Yonezu: "Really, that event was a disaster for me. .... I think that I might have even picked up my fear of live shows from it.
wowaka: “Well, you did feel daunted by it, and talked about how ‘I didn’t have any fun’ so (laughing).”
Yonezu: “That just couldn’t be helped. I didn’t even know how to be in a band, and we were supposed to get together and jump on stage in front of 2000 people right off the bat. What was I supposed to do.”
- Ahh, that definitely sounds like a difficult situation to be in. Did wowaka appear in that event too?
wowaka: “I didn’t but, there was a rehearsal for that Hachiband. I went there as a member of the audience to hang out. That’s where I first met ygarshy. I had known Yumao already but. I saw what they were capable of from that rehearsal, and that might have been a big piece towards forming Hitorie.”
- So a fateful encounter like that happened, huh.
- Do you think the fact that both of you are advancing to the next stage simultaneously, is also because you’re synchronized in some way?
wowaka: “But, I do remember going out for a drink with Hachi-kun somewhere in Akihabara… I don’t remember us specifically saying that we both want to sing but, we did talk about how we both wanted to do something like this.”
Yonezu: “That’s right, I definitely have a feeling that we talked about that.”
wowaka: “Is that when I learned that you were working on diorama? When did I find out, anyway?”
Yonezu: “You came over to where I live once, didn’t you.”
wowaka: “Ah, I did I did.”
Yonezu: “I remember that we talked about it then. I remember saying ‘I have about 5 songs finished’.”
wowaka: “Right. I released Unhappy, and after that I completely became an empty shell, there was a time back there when I was useless for about 3~4 months. During that time I savagely contemplated, wracked my brain, and in the end I decided that ‘Alright, I’m gonna sing and perform myself! I’m gonna make a band which will do live shows!.’ Still, the reason I reached that conclusion, I think, is because I had Hachi-kun to talk to when I was depressed. You absolutely made me concious.”
Yonezu: “I remember that when I first heard that wowaka-san was going to do a band, I was really happy.”
- Why is that?
Yonezu: “Because I too have admired bands. I may not be a band in form but, spiritually I do mean to be doing the same thing. That’s why I think I felt happiness in knowing that wowaka-san was thinking the same thing too.”
- Yonezu, you made diorama alone, then you started recording together with people, and now you’ve gone up the stairs further choosing to do even more live shows in the last year. On the other hand, wowaka has suddenly thrown himself into doing live shows as a band.
wowaka: “The fact that I used to be in a band a long time ago is also part of it, but, because of what I had felt back then and, because of how I’ve always had an admiration for bands, did I think that this step of action was an absolute necessity for me. When you say that I threw myself in, well that’s really exactly it… For me, maybe the biggest reason I made a band was because I wanted to play live shows. I really wanted to play live shows. So, I couldn’t have done that alone.”
- Did you two ever meet up after you took these next steps? Besides now.
wowaka: “…Only replying to each other on Twitter like every 3 months (laughing).”
Yonezu: “Yes (laughing). We would never meet up but, I was constantly curious as to ‘What’s he’s up to?’”
wowaka: “I‘m the one who’s constantly nonstop curious! I‘m always thinking “He definitely does make good songs, doesn’t he”.
Yonezu: “That’s already mutual.”
- So you do get curious about each other like that.
wowaka: “Ughhh, I do!”
Yonezu: “We really do. We breathed in the same air at the same time, while looking at the same things, and we both reached here. I don’t think there’s anyone else quite like that for us.”
wowaka: “The fact that we both began with Vocaloid and are now singing with our own voices, for me there’s no one but Hachi-kun who can understand this. So honestly, I think I’m more conscious of him than anyone else in the world.”
Yonezu: “Of course that’s how it is, it’s the same me.”
- Though I feel that this is a really healthy way for rival musicians to be, because you’re able to set off sparks in each other while still following your own path of music. It’s rare to meet a partner like that.
wowaka & Yonezu: “It is, isn’t it.“
- When you look at Kenshi Yonezu’s work, and you look at Hitorie’s work, what do you think?
wowaka: “I’ve always thought ‘Do a live already.’ (laughing).”
Yonezu: “Yeah, he’s invited me to live shows often.”
wowaka: “I’m always telling him ’You have so so many good songs, I want to see them live’. Also, I bought ‘YANKEE’ and I listened to it, and I thought about how you’re able to make music with other people now and-“
Yonezu: “Hahahahahahahaha”
wowaka: “It’s definitely so much better than your ’diorama’ era work. I was so happy over that, but I did also feel a bit ashamed.”
Yonezu: “I said this before as well but, when wowaka-san first formed a band, back when they didn’t go by ‘Hitorie’ but by ‘Hitori-Atelier’, first off I felt jealous. Because wowaka-san was able to do what I had always wanted to do but was never able to. That’s why I was jealous and upset. While wowaka-san was able to gradually work his way up through live shows, I was the complete opposite. My approach was to make a recording, and then slowly take it from there. So in even just looking at the shapes of our works, I felt as if I was going in the opposite direction. Yet even so, thoughts such as ‘What’s wowaka-san doing?’ ‘How is Hitorie coming along?’ were always in my head, so I had a feeling somewhere that we would surely unite again one day. There was a part of me that was looking forward to when that would be.”
wowaka: “So today is pretty much our fated day, isn’t it.”
Yonezu: “It is, it is.”
wowaka: “I was insanely happy when this came up.”
Yonezu: “I was really happy too.”
- Fufufu. Now Yonezu has released ‘YANKEE’ and also has performed a live show. While wowaka has become a true band with Hitorie and presented that to the world with their first full album. Is why I thought that this is the time to have this interview. If I were to borrow Yonezu’s words, you both took opposite approaches and climbed to the next level, and now is when you’ve both established your new selves.
wowaka: “That’s right. You did do a live show after all.”
Yonezu: “Yeah, and I am going to continue doing them after all.”
wowaka: “I’m truly glad that you did.”
Yonezu: “Once I did it, it was fun.”
- On the day of your first show, after it ended Yonezu was exceedingly elated and overflowing with excitement, wasn’t he.
Yonezu: In that moment, I felt like I was exorcised of everything that was possessing me.
wowaka: “For whatever time was spent not doing live shows, you were burdened with other things. So, I absolutely think that when it ended, it all fell on top of you."
- In that sense, what did you, wowaka, feel when you first started doing live shows?
wowaka: “Singing my own music with my own voice, the audience reacting and moving their bodies for me, that was fun at an instinctive level. So, I always felt from the start that if I continued to properly face this challenge, that maybe then could I too feel the same amazing pleasure. There are still times when it doesn’t go well, because we’re a band of 4 people, after all. There’s times among us when one of us will say ‘I’m not having fun right now.’ but. Still, in retrospect, it really makes me think that I want to try to have more fun, that I want to feel good, more, even more. I feel that I’m always chasing after such.“
- After taking your new steps, do you think that anything changed about the way you make music?
wowaka: “Mine certainly did. When I do live shows it happens just as I said: an instinctive enjoyment and my primal self come bursting out. As a person I tend to suppress myself in my daily life. Yet, in a live show I feel all thay weight taken off my shoulders. Enjoyment, and my primal self come out… It’s just that after that happens then, when I start making songs they start to come out different. So, for a while I couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or not. There was one period where I became completely unable to make any song. Like, I started to hate everything I did.”
Yonezu: “I heard about that. I had thought that must have been such a disaster. “
wowaka: “It was a disaster. That said, I was able to discharge from that, and because I felt that way was I able to create the album that I did. The way I make songs has changed.”
- You’re making more songs that have a strong band feel to them and, more than anything, there’s more songs where a girl doesn’t appear. In other words, you’re not pushing it through a filter, it’s become music that is more direct with wowaka, that’s confronting the listeners and the rest of the world. That transformation was really big.
wowaka: “It’s true that it’s being displayed as a transformation in my work. It was really big.”
- Yonezu, what about you?
Yonezu: “I certainly had a transformation too. Just, for me it was more because I had a strong sense that I had to change.”
wowaka: “Hachi-kun, you’re always burdening a sense of responsibility, aren’t you.”
Yonezu: “Is that so? (laughing).”
wowaka: “After listening to you talk and reading magazines, I think that you impose a lot onto yourself (laughing).”
Yonezu: “I personally don’t see it as a sense of responsibility but, it’s more like I feel that I have to do these things or else, or I have a strong sense that there’s nothing else I can do. From a bunch of options, choosing one path and seeing what would happen, placing that all on my desk is how I think things out. Yet when I do that, there’s not even one option that I want to choose. Looking back at my past and the environments I was in, there’s countless roads that aren’t even left. That’s why, I had no choice but to do such, I had no choice but to change, I’ve always strongly felt that way. “
- I’ve been watching from the start and, Yonezu, you have a lot of potential with music, I think someone like you could choose as many paths as you want. Even so, you do still think “I can only choose one”?
Yonezu: “It’s true that from another’s perspective it seems as if ‘You have this option too, you don’t only have one’ but, if you look at it through my eyes… The others are not there, definitely. I was raised like this. When I chose this, then this changes, so next time I’ll choose this and change it this way. That’s how I think-“
- I see. So you understand your own reasoning huh.
Yonezu: “That’s right, there’s a reason, and from all my branching paths I have even made a decision tree. I really have faith in my tree of decisions, so, no matter what happens, I end up making the decision it tells me to.”
- However, wouldn’t that mean that it’s not exactly a negative decision. Because you strive for that one decision with a positive will and faith.
Yonezu: “That’s true, it’s positive. The sense that if I’m going to live my strongest then, what decision do I have to make? And once I find what that is, then I feel like there’s nothing left for me but that. “
wowaka: “I think the fact that he’s able to balance those out, his ‘I have no choice stuff, and his ‘I’ll aggressively face it myself’ positive stuff, is in a way his talent. There’s parts of it that I don’t understand and it’s really mysterious to me, but… “
- What is it like for you wowaka?
wowaka: “I, on the other hand, think about balance when I make my decisions. I base it on balancing out what I find fun, what I admire, and what the objective side is. That’s probably how I figure things out. That’s what I did when I was producing Vocaloid songs. ...I feel like that’s probably what separates Hachi-kun and I. It’s the same when I listen to his work, and as I listen to his words now, I still think so. I feel that I’m keeping a balance.”
- When I listen to both of your music, I feel that you do have a common ground though. That you both are taking your thoughts and your ways of life, then putting them into your songs with high-density. That you’re both the type of artists who feel as if you have to express yourself in them. What do you think about that?
wowaka: “I realized years ago, that whatever I feel completely shows up in my music. The rest of Hitorie often say it too. Like “You were in a bad mood then, so you made this sort of song huh. (laughing).”
Yonezu: “Hahahahaha.”
wowaka: “So I think about how that’s who I am as I make songs, that I’m alright like this. I did it with my last album [WONDER&WONDER], but I wasn’t consistent with it. The parts that I was trying to keep balanced, and the parts where my own self would selfishly come out, were clashing. It was bothering me. Yet, since I finished that album and tour, now I’m in a situation where I’ve learned how to do this well, I feel.”
Yonezu: “Me too, I really think, that no matter what, I seem to put something like my sins into my songs. Yet recently, while I’m writing, I’ve been trying my best to erase my karma and personal thoughts, I’ve been really thinking about how to make universal pop music, that could become anyone’s song, but still, it’s not going well no matter what I do... No matter what I do there’s parts where my mood and my personality seem to get on board. That goes for the parts that I’m aware of, and for the parts that I’m not; it’s probably coming from my deep roots. Yet, for everything you lose, you gain, and I think that such is a blessing.. Yet I also think that it is karma, for me too.”
wowaka: “Still, I think there’s surely an element of excitement to be had, in the fact that our karma always pops up. I think that our listeners think so, at least.“
Yonezu: “Still, recently, on one hand I think that ‘I must change’, but on the other hand, I think that I might always be this way, at the roots. To now, from even before I did Vocaloid, from when I made songs in middle school, I’ve still been the same person at the roots. I was changing for a while but, recently I feel like the songs I’ve been writing are coming out like the songs I made in middle school. I’m still not sure what changed my state of mind but.
- Is it something like innocence? Or are you completely in the same state of mind as that time?”
Yonezu: “I think it might be innocence. I used to nonchalantly write music, I really was writing for nothing but the amusement, so they were completely untwisted innocent songs. Hence recently I’ve been able to make songs like that again.”
- Were you released from something?
Yonezu: “Maybe that’s it. Before I had a theory in my head that ‘If I do this it will turn out like this, if I do that it’ll be like this.’, and I was loyal to it, but then I thought that maybe I should just forget about it for once. To not think too hard and say ‘This feels good, so isn’t this fine?’. Why not! I’ve been doing that recently and I’m happy with it. “
wowaka: “Actually, I also felt that last year, that I should just feel happy as I create. Wouldn’t that be good for me, I realized (laughing). So I really really understand what Hachi-kun feels... I think that everyone who writes music has the tendency to make theories in their head and stick to them. Your way of creating music definitely starts changing, as you become able to do more things, and when the people around you and your relationships change. So as the result of the change, does your core self show it’s true colors. I went through such a transformation last year when I was making my album [WONDER&WONDER]. So, for me, now that I’ve gotten through another tour, I’ve been changing since then. Now I’m in the ‘I’ll do whatever feels good’ mode, and at the same time I’m in the mode where I want to try constructing new things. I think it will be interesting this way. The fact that I’ve been able to properly show off my interesting traits, is a turning point for me as a living person, and as a musician.”
Yonezu: “I see... wowaka is there any times where you hate your band?”
wowaka: “There is. There completely is (laughing).
Yonezu: “What do you do when that happens?”
wowaka: “Hmmm, most of the time I have a drink. I have a drink and put myself into a helpless state, I sacrifice the next day to do nothing but laze around, I take a bath and I sleep once again. After that it’s usually all better (laughing).”
- This may be a weird way to say but, it’s pretty important in a band to enjoy the painful moments.
wowaka: “Ahh, that’s true, I do think that.“
Yonezu: “For four people to steer themselves in same direction and to hold an equal relationship amongst each other: it’s quite the ordeal, isn’t it. If you couldn’t do that then you would’ve been doing your work alone, after all. All the bands in the world are like this, but still, I really respect that.”
wowaka: “It can feel like a hassle, though. However, in producing, and creating one product together, while using live shows as an output, there’s absolutely moments when even considering the hassle, I can love it. And I know that this moment is going to come, so I don’t even pray for it, I just continue. Hachi-kun is now arranging by himself, and you’re having other people play your songs for you, right? Do you make a finished demo for them?”
Yonezu: “Yes, first I make a finished demo that I can agree with, then I throw that at them and they play it for me. Also recently I’ve been starting to permit more things with them.”
wowaka: “With the playing and such?”
Yonezu: “Yeah. It’s because I started to think, ’Let me tolerate’“.
wowaka: “This isn’t exactly the same as your decision talk from earlier but, you’ve chosen the path of “tolerating” haven’t you.”
Yonezu: “It’s surely because I decided ‘I want to tolerate things’ that I’m tolerating it but. If this was the me as from when I wrote diorama, I think I would have said ‘I’ll do it myself!’, Or have blurted ‘Why can’t you do this like the demo?’ at them (laughing). However, recently I haven’t been doing that as much. My partners do respect the demo, after all. I’m happy about that. Of course I will say ‘You have to play it like this here’ on the important parts, there’s still that but, my permitted grounds are becoming much more open... I may be becoming more free recently. “
- When you do that, do you think that your music becomes more open, or more deep?”
Yonezu: “I think so. If it was just me playing there would be so much that I wouldn’t be able to do. I can’t do it alone, so I need other people, and I have to tolerate them. It might be obvious out of the obvious but, for me I never had that obviousness, I was a human who had always rejected it, so at this late stage in life I’m understanding it fresh. Surely this is something that normal people experience the first time they’re in a band, in middle or high school, but I feel like I’m experiencing it for the first time now.”
wowaka: “I’m the same with that. Since last year when I was unable to write anything, the way I write has changed immensely. I came to realize the greatness in everyone else’s originality. I’ve started to pick up and use what the other members write… Especially because last year I hated myself, so I did have no choice but to pick up what they displayed for me (laughing). As a result I was able to get closer with them, as a band. The moment we finished our album [WONDER and WONDER], I finally felt ‘So this it what it means to make something together…!’, I was reborn.“
- Like someone’s music is in there, besides your own.
wowaka: “That’s it, Hitorie started as something that was going to just play my phrases for me. Yet, after getting through those turmoils of last year, we’re able to write songs together now. I realized that it’s much better this way. That was a really big experience for me.“
- Nevertheless, both are you are weirdly synchronized again.
Yonezu: “Seriously, even since before, wowaka and I have always weirdly synchronized like this. We have entered the same phases at the same time before too, but… There was also one time when wowaka took out his wallet for something, and it turned out he had the same wallet as me (laughing).
wowaka: Hahahahaha, that seriously surprised me! Hachi-kun’s was the flap wallet and mine was the zip wallet but, they were the same design. Also, actually the shoes Hachi-kun is wearing today…”
Yonezu: “What, don’t tell me…”
wowaka: “I have the same ones in a different color.“
Yonezu: “Are you for real!?”
- Hahaha, are you sure you’re not lovers from another life? It might be a bit unnatural for people to synchronize this much (laughing)
wowaka & Yonezu: “(Hysterical laughing).”
- For my last question I’m going to ask something a bit abstract. How do both of you think you’re going to be sending your music out to the world going forwards?
wowaka: “Even though I’m on the premise of pop music, I’m always striving to be a counter.”
- A counter to what?
wowaka: “…To popular people and such? (Laughing). I think it’s probably part of being human but, it’s still definitely a part of me. To get people involved, to get weak people involved, and to together find happiness, I aim to make the sort of music that can do just that. I’m always conscious of that, and even when I’m not conscious, I think it’s absolutely a part of the way I think. “
Yonezu: “The way I make music as a counter, is probably in that sense more weak than wowaka’s but. Just, to me the ultimate proposition, or if you ask me what I do the most is… If I seriously say this straightforward, it is that I want to help the weak or. To make a long story short, I think it may just be that. To say that I want to guide them may be a bad choice of words but… If someone were to compare themselves before and after they listened to my music, I would say that I want them to grow from it, even if just a bit. If the people who listen are to become able to choose just the optimistic way out of all of their life choices, I’d be happy, I feel like I think about that as I write.”
*Yonezu: “To make music as a counter; my music is probably weaker than wowaka’s in that sense but. Just, my ultimate proposition, or when you ask me what I want to do the most… That I want to help the weak. Bluntly, I think it may just be that. To say that I want to guide them may be a bad choice of words but… If someone were to compare themselves before and after they listened to my music, I would say that I want them to grow from it, even if just a bit. If the people who listen become stronger, and are then able to choose the optimistic way out of all of their life choices, I’d be happy. I feel I think about that as I write.”
- Music can be a heart’s salvation, For people who feel weak and pain and solitude, it can be an escape, it can be like a soft hug, it can be encouragement that gives you a push on the back, it’s such an existence. I feel such from Yonezu and Hitorie’s current music, and I strongly felt that when I met the music of the Vocaloid producers Hachi and wowaka. The rock bands of this country are supported because of their earnest expression, people will like something when it’s born from instincts. Yet I realized that true communication wasn’t really in the popular band scene back then, it was in the Vocaloid scene. At the time that had a strong impact on me.
Yonezu: “Fufufu. Though Niconico Douga is a place for weak people to come together after all.”
wowaka: “This is true (laughing).”
- That really is true. But now since you two have now gotten more sublimated, does the Niconico culture of that time, and the Vocaloid scene, change it’s shape, I wonder.”
wowaka: “Ahh, I think it may.“
- Today was extremely enjoyable for me. How was it for you two, talking for the first time in a while?
Yonezu: “I had a lot of fun.”
wowaka: “Me too. I think Hachi-kun and I will be like this for the rest of our lives, surely. Because no matter when, Hachi-kun is definitely always at least at the very corners of my conscious. Im really happy that I have someone like that for me.”
Yonezu: “I completely feel the same way too.”
- I kind of want to do an interview like this once every few years.
Yonezu: “Oh, that sounds good.”
wowaka: “How much were we on each other’s mind in that time?, or, we can ask questions like that (laughing). Though seriously, I want to do this again. We don’t seem to ask to hang out by ourselves, after all (laughing).”
Yonezu: “We don’t we don’t. We’ll talk on Twitter and say ‘Let’s go out for a drink’, but that seems to be as far as we get.”
wowaka: “That happens a lot (laughing).”
- I’ll set it up, so until then!
wowaka & Yonezu: “Please!”
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F[ahrenheit] 32° at 7 3/4 hard frost and fine morn[in]g – out at 8 35/.. - walk[e]d to the étole bet[ween] the nuette
gate and Boulogne - h[a]d tak[e]n Le Temps - r[ea]d all th[a]t w[a]s interest[in]g – the 1st artic[le] beaut[ifull]y writ[ten] on the
gen[era]l state and feel[in]g of Fr[an]ce - ho[me] at 11 10/.. - br[eak]f[a]st – my apt hon[e]y (miel d’apt) done yest[erday] –
dress[e]d – sat 1/4 h[ou]r talk[in]g to my a[un]t then pap[e]rs at 12 1/2 in 25 min[ute]s – out (alone) at 1 3/4 – sat
1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th Mrs. Hamilton –ask[e]d h[e]r to introd[uce] me to L[ad]y Granville – she s[ai]d I h[a]d bet[ter] leave my card –
then wh[o]m L[ad]y G- [Granville] ask[e]d who I w[a]s she (Mrs. H- [Hamilton]) w[oul]d say, she sh[oul]d be hap[py] to pres[en]t whenev[e]r L[ad]y G- [Granville] lik[e]d –
Mrs. H- [Hamilton] and I are very good friends - then dr[ove] to the de Noés - M[ada]me de N- [Noé] just go[in]g to ch[ur]ch – sat 1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th the
2 M[ademois]ells de N- [Noé] and c[om]te de N- [Noé] ver[y] civ[i]l – the v[icom]te will call and introd[uce] his bride - then call[e]d on L[ad]y S- [Stuart] de
R- [Rothesay] (r[ue] d’Angoulême n°16) out – left my card - then en pass[an]t left my card for L[ad]y Granville, and
ho[me] at 3 50/.. – my a[un]t ready in 10 min[ute]s - dr[ove] al[on]g the boulev[ar]ds to the Eleph[an]t, and b[a]ck at 5 20/.. –
Cam[ero]n ask[e]d to go and see Mrs. Meakén (L[ad]y S- [Stuart] de R-‘s [Rothesay] m[ai]d) w[oul]d get the porter to go w[i]th h[e]r – asleep till
din[ner] at 6 1/4 –no pap[e]r so ca[me] to my r[oo]m at 7 1/2 and wr[ote] the ab[ov]e of today - speak[in]g M[ada]me de Bourke
and h[e]r niece h[a]d call[e]d - ca[me] in to my a[un]t and s[a]t w[i]th h[e]r 10 min[ute]s or 1/4 h[ou]r – made ver[y] agreeab[le]
and my a[un]t w[a]s m[u]ch pleas[e]d w[i]th th[ei]r vis[i]t – M. Audoin (too) h[a]d call[e]d and left his card and the two first n[umer]os
of Cuviers’ lect[ure]s - speak[in]g of the ex-minist[e]rs today at the de N[oé]s, the c[om]te s[ai]d Polignac expect[e]d to be acquitt[e]d - s[ai]d they w[oul]d send h[i]m out of the count[r]y b[u]t th[a]t w[a]s all they c[oul]d do – his wife and fam[il]y go[in]g to Ham to be w[i]th h[i]m –
I blam[e]d Peyronnet the m[o]st as he w[a]s clev[e]r man – yes! b[u]t they s[ai]d he w[a]s cow[ar]d when he w[oul]d n[o]t sign –
he told the k[in]g th[e]re w[a]s de quoi perdre la tête – the k[in]g s[ai]d j’y mettrai la mienne - w[oul]d gi[ve] his
when they demand[e]d Peyronnets’, and poor P- [Peyronnet] sign[e]d, and Ch[arle]s x g[o]t off as he c[oul]d and nev[e]r exert[e]d an[y]
infl[uen]ce to save his minist[e]rs nor wr[ite] b[u]t th[a]t one let[ter] w[hi]ch the peers w[oul]d n[o]t allow to be r[ea]d for it w[oul]d
on[l]y ha[ve] made matt[e]rs worse – 2 gent[lemen] ca[me] in – one wh[o]se son-in-law h[a]d just h[a]d his large fabrique
manufac[or]y of sucre de betterave burnt d[o]wn by so[me] incend[iar]y at Lyons - part[l]y sav[e]d b[u]t half destroy[e]d and 40000 fr[ancs]
of dam[a]ge done – besides th[i]s 14 houses burnt d[o]wn in Lyons – incend[iare]s th[e]re and in the who[le] of the depart[men]t de l’Aube[rge]
terrible – I wonder when I shall hear more of Lady Granville when she will fix for Mrs. H- [Hamilton] to introduce
me - ask[e]d Messrs. Fiévré et Leclerq th[i]s morn[in]g – they ca[me] th[i]s ev[enin]g at 9 20/.. (I h[a]d h[a]d coff[ee] just bef[ore])
and st[ai]d till 11 3/4 – M. F- [Fiévré] is really a ver[y] clev[e]r clear-head[e]d person – sat up talk[in]g to my a[un]t till
and then ov[e]r the fire warm[in]g my f[ee]t and having my hair curled till ca[me] to my r[oo]m at 12 1/2 at w[hi]ch h[ou]r
F[ahrenheit] 36° and fine night –ver[y] fine day -
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campaign 2 episode 25: I am Kiri
(congrats to the baileyhams!!)
BABYHAM
I missed everything after "the baby happened" bc I was flailing at my boyfriend
"you just had a baby! emotionally."
matt: YOU WANNA HEAR ME DO JESTER'S ACCENT I'MMA FUCKING DO JESTER'S ACCENT
none of them are here tonight
does sam's flask say "mazel tov baby blam"
it's a fucking dwarven centurion
dude as soon as she can get out of bed she's gonna kill you
mala: matthew "it's fine" mercer
nooooo save the babies
they need percy
discord: he's a gnome, matt, all of his hands are short
the contents of of caleb's pockets are exciting
nott don't peer pressure the gnome
matt's fjord is just mccree and it keeps making me doubletake
(make him say high noon)
this is a psychonauts level
tal has pushed his hand through his hair a lot today ask me how I know
eww, hot tar smell
"if I had to know things, I feel like that would ruin me" mood
nott: that's rough buddy
aww, he got that tall lady some flowers
quick throw ball bearings at it
she heard me!
"kick it in the ball!" samuel
"hex ma'am" I don't know who said that but I'm gonna fight them
pew pew motherfucker
[turret voice] are you still there?
"singing dear theodosia" no fuck you
(wait does that mean a girl)
"I just want to stun something!"
rip liam
NEGA SNITCH
WE HAD A PLAN, COMMANDER, WE COULD HAVE WALKED ANTONIO RIGHT OUT OF THE CITY
mala: MjcCjree
beau smooth af
"we never understand anything that's going on either" mood
"they're being kept safe by a tiny bird with a dagger"
KIRI IS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE MIGHTY NEIN YOU CAN'T LEAVE HER
"that's just mean" AGREED
kiri's gonna be like vex and vax's sister. by which I mean matt's gonna use her for maximum emotional pain during the final bossfight
"that explains why your face is doing that thing" my face is also doing the thing
"can we keep each other straight" not possible
my brain just played the persona 4 social link noise
goddammit liam
nott your scanlan is showing
s a m
mattholomew mercer what are you doing
mala: HEY MATT. TURN ON YOUR LOCATION. I JUST WANNA TALK
I've had the screaming-without-sound dreams
xhorastian??? (I almost definitely spelled that wrong)
IS IT TRENT
discord: they're going to skyrim
vinnie jones
HEY MATT. LOCATION. WANNA TALK.
and no game next weeeeeeeek I'm gonna die
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The End. [unfortunately for mafia soldier, non-canon. apologies, mafia soldier.]
[yeah, i decided to write about a possibility of how and when mafia soldier completes his mission. enjoy.]
[Awakening. Oh, the pain. StreeaAAAAAUGH FUCK--... intense stretching pain. Bones and joints, popping and cracking. On your feet, soldier, you've got a group of people to interrogate. Out the room... and down the steps.]
[Doctor]: Hey, Solly!
[Ah, Dr. [name redacted for privacy]. An exceptional master of the organic arts. Not a master in Soldier's eyes, unfortunately, they haven't done much yet. Accepting this, he holds a wave.]
mafia soldier: At ease, Doc. What's the situation?
[Doctor]: Well... not many of us are left. [Vigilante], [Messenger], [Hunter], and [Detective] are all gone.
mafia soldier: And who would be left, if I may ask?
[Doctor]: You, me, [Cupid], [x4 Vanilla Townies], [x2 Mafia Goons], [Mafia JOAT], and [Town JOAT].
mafia soldier: [Quick maths on his achey fingers... plus one.] That leaves... 11 people left. Who died in the worst way, then?
[Doctor]: Well, [Detective] was gunned down in the golf course, so... maybe her? I'm not sure.
mafia soldier: Mmm. If I may, fetch everyone into the living room.
[Doctor]: Alright. I'll be a bit.
mafia soldier: Affirmative.
[Waypoint in the kitchen. Bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, wait in the living room. Crunch, wait... crunch. Repeat, until the living room is at full capacity. Get to it.]
mafia soldier: Friends, these are the facts as I understand them. One: three of you are not my friends. Two: four of us have died in gruesome ways. Three: If one of you has knowledge about which three of you are not my friends, report to me ASAP. Dismissed.
[Back to functioning at minimum power. Everything hurts, as it does. The remainder begin conversations with one another. Not that much happens for a couple hours.]
[Rolenames will be switched to initials, followed by their roles upon their first appearance (then it'll just be initials), starting now.]
[[T: Cupid] approaches. Request an answer.]
mafia soldier: [T].
[T]: Soldier. I might know the identity of one of the mafia goons.
mafia soldier: Permission to speak.
[T]: What if... I watched [C: Mafia Goon] kill someone?
mafia soldier: Well, do you have proof? I don't want to kill an innocent, now, do I?
[C is beyond the door, briefly.]
[T]: Good point, but... I-I'm not sure, okay? I, they- [ahem] I might have been on the turret while [M: Detective] got gunned down, and I might have seen a lock of [C]'s hair... at the crime scene.
mafia soldier: Thank you for reporting to me. Now, if you die next, I know who to bring down. Much appreciated. [T].
[T]: Don't fret. You've already got a bunch on your plate, being our drill sargeant and a good friend. I only hope you're able to protect us when the time is right.
mafia soldier: I'll definitely do my best... which, well.
[T]: I'm sure you'll do fine. Good luck.
[Vacating the premises. Left alone. Again. Bah, humbug. Pillow igloo has a television. Watch some Transformers while you wait.]
[A few hours later.]
[T is having trouble breathing. Slowly wake up. Bones popping again. Lift helmet. Suspicions were right.]
[C]: Did you hairbrained idiots forget to kill off the pathetic war hero again?
[c: Mafia Goon]: What, no! I'm sure he's dead!
[C]: WHY ELSE WOULD HIS BONES BE POPPING?!
[c]: Good point... [W: Mafia JOAT]? Can you check if Soldier's dead?
[W]: If you're gonna be so lazy about it, I guess I will.
[A wild [W] appears. Completely motionless. Unsuspected.]
[W]: He's dead.
[C]: I guess I'm going insane, then.
[c]: I wouldn't put it past you. Anyways... what about [T], here?
[C]: Put him down.
[T]: Wait, wait! I can at least tell you if Soldier's ACTUALLY still alive! PLEASE!
[W]: ...god, I must be deaf. Say again?
[T]: He... he's still alive. He's probably laughing at you from the comfort of his igloo. Go search again!
[W]: And here I was, betting on [C] being insane. Sigh.
[[W] is by the igloo again. Nowhere to be found.]
[W]: ...there's a bit of disturbed blankets. [She ruffles through them.] He's not here!
[C]: [T], as you are of no further use to me, I'll say this now. Thanks for the info.
[T]: WAI-
[Pow. Thump. The Cupid is no more. Insufferable rage. Should've known.]
[...realization. Why isn't anyone awake from the gunshot? Check everyone's rooms.]
[[A: Doctor] is the only one awake, and wide awake at that, from the gunshot.]
[A]: Soldier?
mafia soldier: shhshhshshh! I'm gonna hide in the closet, and [C], [c], and [W] are gonna come in. Don't tell them I'm here. Please.
[A]: ...I understand.
[Get hidden. Get waiting. Don't wait for too long, they're here.]
[W]: [A], where's Soldier?
[A]: Not sure, dude. I've only just woken up... also, what was the gunshot?
[C]: Search the house. I don't want him to live again. Prolong his suffering, if you will.
[A]: ...you know about his illness?
[C]: Who doesn't? He's the only one that I've seen on the Memento Mori, as well as here, twice. We've even shot him down from retaliation. He's nothing to us but a toy to break.
[c]: I mean... that's not quite how I would put it, but... yeah. We know.
[A]: Oh. I, uhm... don't know how to respond.
[W]: Don't? You're hella annoying anyways, haha.
[C]: Rude. Bring her hostage, into the living room. Find Soldier, bring him too.
[c], [W]: On it.
[...]
[Appear from under the bed.]
mafia soldier: ...freaks of nature. all of you.
[Bring the noise. Ol' Faithful's not starved, perfect. Arrive in the nick of time.]
[C]: Ah, Soldier. What wakes you? [[C] cocks the hammer of her revolver.]
mafia soldier: Let's say... [CHHK-CHHK. Rack the first of eight shells.] I have some issues with your methods of interrogation, MAGGOT.
[C]: Ah, you've gotten cocky, have y-
[BLAM. [C] falls to the ground, in critical condition.]
mafia soldier: You're not going anywhere. [A], how are you?
[A]: Scarred for life, bu-
[Pow. F U C K !]
[W]: Heyyy, big boi! Hands where I can see 'em... or what's left of em, at least!
mafia soldier: [G r i m a c e .]
[W]: Quite the mandibles you've got left.
mafia soldier: I've been on this gravestone of a planet for longer than you have, and I'm not about to let anyone else die to your hands. [CHHK-CHHK. Second of eight.] You're not the Grim Reaper, she's hotter than you are. Drop the Smith 'n' Wesson.
[W]: ...hmph.
[[W] drops her revolver, so it may join her confidence in the Lost 'n' Found bin.]
mafia soldier: That's a good pard'ner.
[[c] walks in on the situation.]
mafia soldier: [c]. Drop your .357.
[c]: Are you one of us...?
mafia soldier: Absolutely not. I've been trying to kill creeps like you since I was in the Badlands.
[c]: M... my apologies. [[c] also drops her revolver.]
[W]: grr. [c], come on. You coulda taken him easily.
[c]: He knows his way around a hostage situation, man!
[W]: Not when he gets ambushed, you sksks-lookin' ass motherfucker!
[c]: I mean...
[W]: DO YOU NOW?
[The end of the mission, or another baittrap? Look at the disappointments. Look to the Doctor. Unhealable injuries. Stomp on the injured fool's neck. Mourn the Doctor for the time being.]
[c]: Wh--! HEY! Please, don't kill us!
[W]: STOP TRYING TO-!
[BLAM. [W]'s a goner.]
[c], on the verge of crying: [quick breaths]
[Staring down the barrel. [CHHK-CHHK]. Third of eight. Haven't missed yet. Evaluate.]
mafia soldier: List your reasons or perish. I'm not going to walk in on another goddamn crime scene unless I make it myself, do you hear me?
[[c] begins to sob.] [c]: I haven't even been able to shoot anyone yet! I'm effectively a pacifist! Please! Don't do this to me!
mafia soldier: Let me tell you about pacifism, [c]. Even if you haven't shot anyone, that doesn't exclude you from being a tormentor. Example. The Memento Mori. The Doctor aboard accused me of being a FREAK like you, because I was poking a corpse with a stick. He threw me out of the train, into a tree, and thus under the train. I am going to give you five seconds to list another reason. Go.
[c]: I... I-I... I don't want to die...
mafia soldier: Well, [c], I'm sorry to say this, but I do. You're the last one left in this place, and if I kill you now, I'll finally see my mercenary pals again. [c], do you have any last words?
[c]: [sobbing] please tell my friends i loved them like a family...
mafia soldier: Affirmative. See you in Hell.
[BLAM. Down with [c]. Reconcile.]
[Realization. It's finally over. Ol' Faithful trips onto the floor. Ol' Faithful is gonna need to be adopted. Call the Machine from Heaven, possibly? Think about it later. Ow, my knees. Hiccup... finally. I... it's done.]
[Red mist fizzles out of Mafia Soldier's skin pores... or what's left of them.]
[A situation walks in.]
[D: Vanilla Townie]: Soldier??
[m: Vanilla Townie]: I... dude?
mafia soldier: I'm sorry, guys. They were a part of the Mafia, I had to. And now...
[Tears fall like rain.]
mafia soldier: I'm finally gonna see Tavish and the lads again. [hic]
[m]: No, wait! You gotta think about this shit, dude! What about us?!
mafia soldier: You're safe now. That's all that matters.
[The mist dissipates. A sack of potatoes, as it were. A smile plastered across the Tormented One's face. A final breath, and...]
[D]: ...he's gone.
[m]: let's go home, [D].
[Mission complete. A bright light, 'n'... Tavish.]
Demoman: Jane!
Soldier: TAVISH!!!
[Bear-hug.]
Heavy: Hello, Soldier. Welcome back.
Scout: Hey, Solly!
Soldier: [giggling] Hey, guys!
-
[Thus marks the (unfortunately non-canon) end of the Mafia Soldier. Battered, bruised... worth the struggles faced. Rest in peace.]
-
[alright. i hope y'all enjoyed that. i sure as hell did. i hope the poor guy doesn't realize that this one's non-canon, though. he's gonna get real sour. see you next post!]
#mafia soldier#The End (non canon)#nsfw: blood warning#nsfw: guns warning#nsfw: terrible situations warning#this was fun! can't wait for this to become canon in the future! :)
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Blues Mothers
Part 15 - The Gastown Boys
If these guys had been going to a hoedown in a military S&M club, they wouldn’t have been turned away at the door.
Their vehicle was more spiky than the usual kind of Winnebago.
And the portly man who stepped out of the driver’s side – well, Val had never seen a check shirt strategically ripped to reveal nipple rings before. And she’d seen a lot of check shirts that night.
The Winnebago emptied out its cargo of shirtless dudes in dungarees, cowboys hats, gas masks and utility pants weighed down with belts.
Fury stepped forward. “Excuse me. Are you the Gastown Boys?”
“That's right” replied Nipple Rings. “I'm Tucker McElroy, lead singer, driver of the Winnebago. I’d like to talk to you, but we're running very late.” He moved to go past but Fury took a step forward.
“I'm Jessica Stein, American Federation of Musicians Union, Local 200.” She flicked a flattened smokes pack at him. “I’ve been sent here to see if you’re carrying your permits.”
“Our WHAT?” Nipple Rings grinned incredulously.
“Your union cards. May I see your cards, please?”
Nipple Rings frowned momentarily, then reverted to his smirk. “Suppose we ain't got no union cards, and we go in and start playing anyway? What you gonna do about that?”
Fury’s lip twitched. She did love taking the piss out of assholes like this guy.
“You gonna stop us? Stein?” Nipple Rings sneered. “‘Cause you’ll be needing those dark glasses when I’m finished with you.”
“Listen, let me talk to Bob, the owner” Fury put a hand on his shoulder confidingly. “See if we can put your band on contract waivers for tonight. I don't want you to move from this spot. Just let me handle this.”
Fury nodded authoritatively and walked off, leaving Nipple Rings fuming.
Val paused to smile reassuringly. “We'll talk to Bob.”
Just as she caught up with Fury, here came Bob the Hat. Must’ve got tired waiting. He looked like was spoiling for a fight.
“Get in the car and start her up” Fury muttered, then clapped her hands together and shimmied up to Bob like an old friend.
“You know you girls owe me a lot of money for that beer you drank, goddammit - ” Bob greeted her uncertainly, a little disarmed by her cheerful demeanour.
“Bob, we LOVED playing here tonight. My sister’s writing out an American Express traveller's check to cover the bar tab.” Fury began to back away towards the car.
“Ah sure would appreciate it.” Bob was doing that toothy grin again.
“I'd better check up, see how she's doing. I have to sign it too. I usually sit in the car and write it out on the glove compartment lid.” She mimed writing and patted her pockets. “Need a pencil.”
Val started the engine.
*
They didn’t exactly see what went on after that, reason being they were tearing up the dirt out of there. But Val did glimpse the meeting of Bob and Nipple Ring in her rear view. She imagined it went something like this -
“Were them girls from the union?” Nipple Ring would ask, pointing after the departing Bluesmobile.
Bob would shout “What the hell, ‘Union’? Those folks skipped out of here owing me a lot of money for beer!”, then look Nipple Ring up and down and ask – “What the hell are you guys all dressed up for?”
“We're the Gastown Boys!”
“YOU’RE the Gastown Boys?”
*
Oh how they did chuckle. It was short-lived, however. It always is.
Blam! Their rear window shattered. Shotgun!
Val slammed down on the gas and prayed. “Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, don't fail me now!”
Good job they didn’t run into any cops on the road. The old Bluesmobile took the next couple miles like a rocket. Val was proud of that Dodge. They lost ‘em too.
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M.E.G.A Chronicles 3 Special: The Search For Suzuki's Parents
M.E.G.A Chronicles 3 Special: The Search For Suzuki's Parents
By: Roninhunt0987
the search for Suzuki The Cat's parents and introducing Suzuki's biological parents for the very first time... :3 enjoy the special folks
Characters(C)belongs to their rightful owners
-Kato/Prower residence-
Suzuki: -sitting down on the couch barepawed and in Her pajamas as its the anniversary of when she was adopted by Master Splinter and her brothers wondering if her biological parents is still alive-
Leo: -here for a week with his brothers and master splinter since its snowing in New York of having a snowstorm and such and worried about Suzuki-
Raph: -sees Jared come downstairs in his winter gear- huh?? hey why ya in your winter gear??
Mikey: something up??
Donnie: ?
Gen'ichi: hu??
Master Splinter: Jared-san what is it up??
Jared: I had a dream... felt so real.... like someone calling me for help I need to investigate this stat..
Raph: be careful out there
Jared: right.. -heads on out-
Donnie: hey try not to get into too much trouble
Jared: heh... aren't I always -heads on out-
Donnie: .w. sigh... why does he always say that
Title: M.e.g.a Chronicles 3 special: The Search For Suzuki's parents
By: Roninhunt0987
- -
-Tokyo, Japan-
Jared: -just warped in via electric warp as he has gear on along with protection as his HUD goes active as he walks into the abandoned Village where Suzuki used to live to find some clues- hmmmm... -walks and goes into the main hut as scans for clue and sees foot prints and checks and sees its very fresh- someone's been here -uses his scanner to scan the footprints and sees it belongs to Suzuki's parent which means they been here and continues to walk in some small woods and of course walks and sees fresh robots destroyed which belongs to Omelette and Classic Eggman-
Robots: X-x
Jared: wait... this is where I was called for help -walks and sees a halofeed left behind and sees it belongs to Suzuki's parents as he has a look see and eyes widens as he takes off his mask- Suzuki's parents are alive... but where are they taken to I wonder... -sees the final part of the feed that its at Classic Eggman and Omelette's HQ somewhere in Megaville city- I see... they were searching for Suzuki and getting prepared for it well.. time to pay those morons a visit -warps out-
-at the enemy base-
Orbot and Cubot: -watching detail of eggbots bringing Suzuki's parents=
Classic Eggman: heh you two are so hard to find eh
Omelette: :3
Sharpklaw The Cat: -spits at em- your time will come when someone comes to our rescue scumbag
Aki The Cat: -scared not to mention having an injured arm-
Classic Eggman: now then to-
Alarms: -goes off-
Omelette: oh now what
Flashbang: -thrown in-
Classic Eggman and Omelette: oh sh-
Flashbang: BLAM!!!
Classic Eggman and Omelette: WHAT THE HELL!!! -gets knocked out cold-
Eggbots: -gets blown up from heavy machine guns-
Orbot and Cubot: -knocked cold-
Sharpklaw: uggh -laying on the floor with Aki- wha,.
Aki: ugggh... hu??
Jared: -removes his mask and smiles- Suzuki's parents I assume
Sharpklaw: hu?? wait ya know our daughter??
Aki: Suzuki's alive how-
Jared: she's been alive for a while in fact she has been raised by a rat name Splinter along with 4 turtles and a kitsune... I heard ya call for help... i'm here to rescue you
Sharpklaw: thanks for the rescue uhh...
Jared: Jared... Jared Amadeus Prower at your service sir
Aki: thank you young man... please.. can ya take us to our daughter
Jared: -smiles- can do follow me -gets going as he gets on out of here-
Sharpklaw and Aki: -follows-
-moments later-
Classic Eggman: ugggh... what the hell -gets up to see the entire base got blown up and surprising still alive as he gets out of the crushed rubble-
Omelette: ._.;;;;; -looks to classic eggman-
Classic Eggman: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY FRIGGIN BASE!!!
Vice: .w.;;;
Nicron: .w. -points at the wall still standing that says Deadpool wuz here with a drawn pic of deadpool flipping the bird- ._. I really hate that freak
Deadpool: -pops in- SURPRISE MOTHERF**KER!!! -kicks Nicron in the nuts- KICKCRACK!!
Nicron: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHH!!!! -on the floor-
Deadpool: XD enjoy rebuilding -runs off while doing the woop woop woop thing-
Classic Eggman: =w= I hate that deadpool
-at the house-
Suzuki: -channel flipping-
-insert Different World by Alan Walker Feat. Sofia Carson, K-391 and Corsak: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-PJmmvyP10 -
Jared: -walks in and smiles-
Suzuki: hu??
Sharpklaw The Cat and Aki The Cat: -walks in and smiles-
Suzuki: -tears up- DAD... MOM!! -runs and hugs and starts to cry as she hugs them-
Appalo: -smiles and watches this moment-
Appalia Hamato, Haru Hamato and Penny Foxwolf Hamato: -smiles-
Splinter: -smiles-
Leo and Donnie: -smiles-
Mikey: -smiles-
Sharpklaw and Aki The Cat: -hugging their daughter-
Suzuki: -hugging-
Raph: -sheds a tear-
Gen'ichi: heh
Suzuki: I saw that big guy
Raph: uhm uhh... just something in my eye uh... okay so I am not made of stone... heh
Gen'ichi: -chuckles-
Suzuki: -smiles- everyone... this is my biological parents... Sharpklaw and Aki...
Aki The Cat: -looks to Splinter- thank you so much for raising our daughter now we can live together as one
Splinter: agreed
Suzuki: -hugs Jared- Thank you so much for finding my parents... I knew they were alive somehow... how did ya find them
Jared: well in a nutshell Classic Eggman and Omelette was involved somehow so I knew they had something to do with this... at the end I had deadpool deal with them by blowing their base his way
Suzuki: XD hehe typical deadpool
Sharpklaw: who??
Jared: an associtate of ours who happens to mess with the bad guys
Deadpool: -pops in- XD also very hilarious too -looks to the viewers- :3 right guys
Raph: .w. who are ya talking to??
Deadpool: uhh nothing in particular so yea hehe welp off to get some mexican food -gets going as he smashes wario's car and plants it on stupid mario of using stupid mario's baseball bat-
Wario: -walks over and sees his car smashed- WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIGGIN CAR!!!
Stupid Mario: hu?? -gets his baseball bat-
Wario: WHY YOU!!!
Stupid Mario: AHHHH!!!
Wario: -starts smash his face in with a crowbar-
Sharpklaw: -blinks- uhhhhh
Aki The Cat: who on earth is that
Jared and Suzuki: -facepalm- stupid mario...
Sharpklaw: hey wait a minute I know him now he's the jerk that ate my food when ya mother and I were trying to find you
Jared and Suzuki: -facepalm- oh brother
Raph: .w. man he really doesn't know how to leave things well along huh??
Jared: .w. nope
Raph: ._.;;;;
Mikey: X3 hey lets play some X-box
Jared and Suzuki: ^^ okay
Mikey: hehe -starts it-
X-box 360: -starts up but gets a red ring of death-
-scene pans outside the house-
Mikey: ahhhh Shell!!!
Scene: -does a small fart noise of blacking out-
TFS Nappa: :3 the end... Hey Vegeta
Vegeta: what??
TFS Nappa: -plays Little birdie legs from Battlefield friends: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSaZq0kbZZw -
TFS Vegeta: -facepalm- goddammit nappa...
-XD END XD-
-RH0987 PRODUCTIONS 2021-
@otakuneko-lotus to read
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