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demifiendrsa · 2 years

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Like a Dragon: Ishin! - State of Play Sep 2022 Announcement Trailer

Like a Dragon: Ishin! remake will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, and PC via Steam and Microsoft Store in February 2023 worldwide.

Ryū ga Gotoku Ishin! first launched for PlayStation 4 and PlayStation 3 on February 22, 2014 only in Japan.

First details via PlayStation Blog:

Hello everyone! Today is a very special day. Not just for Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio, the masterminds behind Yakuza: Like a Dragon, but for all our fans worldwide who have been eagerly awaiting the most legendary lost chapter from the creators of the Like a Dragon series. We’ve read your Twitter comments, seen your fan content, and are beyond excited to announce that the action-packed samurai title of legend, Like a Dragon: Ishin!, will launch globally in February 2023.

A Hero of Japanese History Brings About the Samurai’s End

Like a Dragon: Ishin! is an action-adventure historical thriller set uniquely in 1860s Kyo, a fictionalized version of Kyoto. While other games tell earlier stories in Japanese history, Like a Dragon: Ishin! lets you experience the story of how the iconic samurai era vanished. Our hero, Sakamoto Ryoma, is a true historical figure largely credited with overthrowing the shogunate and taking Japan into a radical reformation.

Like a Dragon: Ishin brings in familiar faces to tell this epic historical tale. Fans will recognize our protagonist as Kazuma Kiryu from earlier entries in the franchise. In Like a Dragon: Ishin!, Kiryu is cast as Sakamoto Ryoma and brings the rest of his crew along too. Goro Majima and other Yakuza celebrities join Ryoma as friends and foes in this fictional world that trades the flashy streets of Tokyo for the chaotic bustle of 1860s Kyo. These new character dynamics are as thrilling as they are unexpected, with a series of mind-blowing twists and turns in a story only Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio can tell.

Four Killer Combat Styles and Riveting Heat Actions

In Like a Dragon: Ishin!, you can slash through foes with a lethal blade using the Swordsman style or sharpshoot your enemies with a revolver using the Gunman style. Better yet, wield both a gun and sword and enter a fury with the Wild Dancer style. And when you’re feeling extra brutal, smash some skulls with your bare fists using the Brawler style.

But that’s not all. It wouldn’t be an Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio title without epically absurd heat actions. Summon a tiger to maul your foes, shove pickled plums down your enemies’ throats, and wield a whole cannon to blow down opponents. The heat actions in Like a Dragon: Ishin! will leave you itching to uncover new moves at every stage of the game.

On Unreal Engine 4 for the First Time

Like a Dragon: Ishin is the first title from Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio to be built on Unreal Engine 4, bringing astounding graphical quality to the Like a Dragon franchise. Developing on Unreal Engine 4 has unlocked new textures and other graphical details that make Like a Dragon: Ishin!‘s gripping story one of the most cinematic tales in Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio history.

And More…

There’s a lot more to come regarding Like a Dragon: Ishin and we can’t wait to share further details. From exquisite minigame content to unique in-game features that immerse you in the historically accurate world of Kyo, the best is yet to come. Like a Dragon: Ishin! will be available in February 2023. Follow us on socials to get immediate updates, and tune into our livestream on September 14 at 3:00 a.m. PT / 6:00 a.m. ET for a special surprise! The stream will be available online afterwards as well.

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 2 years

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Hellooo well can i have rengoku with a female hashira s/o whose on there bloody time of the month? Cuz it's killing me rn ;-; it's completely okay if your uncomfortable with this request, I understand. :)

Hi there anon! Thank you so much for requesting ( ^ ---- ^ ) Honestly that time of the month always kills me too!

So painful and I always get really sad too? Like, I just cry alot.....

I hope you can get through it ok! Make sure to look after yourself and keep yourself warm especially cause of the cramps!

Rengoku Kyojuro comforting his (FEM) Hashira S/O on her time of the month:

Warnings: Talk of periods + blood + comfort - please don’t read if that’s something you don’t like

One-shot

Wordcount: 1280 words

I really hope you enjoy this anon! I’ve re-wrote it a couple of times cause I wanted it to be fluffy and warm!

Your morning hadn’t started off great, in fact the sun hadn’t even shone through the curtain when you were woken up rather rudely by the tell-tale sign of cramps twisting your insides.

The slight feeling of wetness between your thighs were the next thing.

A groan fell out of your lips.

You didn’t even want to get up, just knowing that gravity wasn’t gonna be on your side either as soon as you sat up already anticipating the awful feeling of rushing warm liquid.

Then the cramps twisted again, and a rather undignified noise crawled up from the back of your throat,

“Goddam it,” You whined, sucking in your lips as you rested a hand on your tummy “Why did it have to start today of all days?”

Like a gust of wind, the last remnants of sleep quickly slipped out of your brain as another squeezing of your insides jolted you into getting out of bed, ignoring the awful feeling of spilling + gushing from between your thighs as the ache fully settled into your skin.

You pretty much went into autopilot as soon as you entered the bathroom.

Cleaning yourself up, blinking languidly at the blood that dripped – when you were younger you can remember crying whenever you saw your own blood coating your skin – simply wiping it up and going through the motions of changing into clothes and making sure you didn’t bleed through.

You went through the motions of daily routine, now with the added effect of cramps, and you were in the midst of taking some painkillers – helpfully provided by Shinobu who you were going to thank the next time you saw her - when the tell-tale knock of a certain someone echoed through the hall. It funnily enough wasn’t just any knock, but rather, the knock of your fellow hashira turned partner – aka. Boyfriend - Kyojuro Rengoku.

So, to the door you went - a particular step definitely making something squish out – with a hissed noise you made the choice to just call out, leaning up against the kitchen’s doorframe,

“It’s open Kyojuro!”

Somehow the couple of seconds after you called out you end up in his arms, blonde hair tickles your face as soft lips kiss your cheek an calloused hands hold yours.

“(Y/N)! My love!” Kyojuro chirped, pulling back with a bright aura “Good Morning! Hope you’re ready for the meeting later”

“Huh? Is that today??”

Kyojuro’s boisterous laughter reverberated through you, and a potted plant that happened to be next to you in the doorway shook slightly – you gave it a side glance to make sure it was ok.

If you weren’t in pain his enthusiasm would have been infectious…

“Of course!” Kyojuro shouted enthusiastically “I just thought I’d come over early however to see my beautiful partner!”

He ended his sentence with a blindingly beautiful smile.

At the same time your body decided that it needed to act out as a twinge of pain throbbed in your stomach and your head, sharp and cutting that it made you wince. Eyes fluttering closed as a particular mean cramp slithered your insides together.

“Ack!”

“(Y/N)! My love! Are you alright?”Kyojuro’s worried tones caused you to wince out a murmured reply as you gripped his hands “Let’s get you sat down….”

“I’d like that Kyo…”

Which is how you found yourself a couple of minutes later, sat down on one of your rickety chairs in the kitchen a cup of warm tea placed in front of you by a warm hand before Kyojuro busied his way around your kitchen, tidying things away and pulling other things out before making his way to the seat next to you.

Something worried in his eyes as he reached over to clasp your hand.

“Anything else I can do to help my love?” Kyojuro asked so lovingly, tone warm and worried as his eyes scanned your form “Do I need to get you anything? Food? Medicine?”

“I’ll be ok Kyo,” You managed to murmur out “It’s just that time of the month…. I’ll be ok”

“Hmmm,” He hummed, a hand resting thoughtfully under his chin, head slightly tilting to the side in contemplation

You had to stop yourself from “awing” at how cute he looked tilting his head to the side.

“Honestly Kyo its fine,” You said with a wave of your hand “I’ve dealt with these for years, so you don’t have to do anything.”

“Absolutely not!”

You paused, blinking in a way that no doubt looked stupid as Kyojuro gripped your shoulders and stared intently at your face – eyes staring at you with such an intensity that you honestly didn’t think you could move from your spot.

How did he mange to move so quickly?

“Excuse me?” You managed to get out before being interrupted

“How can I stand by when my partner is in pain?”

You blinked a couple more times, a small smile tilted the corner of your lips up before you gently cupped Kyojuro’s face,

“Alright then”

He perked up.

“If I tell you what I would like you to do, to help me then we can go to the meeting,” You said simply “Ok?”

A particularly bright look erupted across his face, tiny stars twirling in his eyes as his lips pulled back into his beautiful smile,

“Ok! I’ll do anything you want that’ll make you feel better”

You had to giggle, ignoring the throbbing ache that pulsed underneath your skin.

“I want a hug”

Kyojurou’s head tilted again, an eyebrow raised in question,

“Just a hug? Nothing else?”

“Well……” You murmured, looking away “If you could maybe, rub my stomach? It’s just to help sooth!”

Kyojuro just smiled, holding out his hand to you as he stood up,

“Come on,” He said “Lets get you some sun too, it’ll help”

And you followed; letting him lead you to the engawa that ran around the back of your house that overlooked the garden, almost sighing when sunlight hit your skin – it smelled like the beginning of summer – Kyojuro stopped simply observing the area before gently tugging you to a particular sunny spot.

You paused, a particular twinge of pain shooting up you as you watched kyojuro sit, his legs spread wide and planted firmly before his smiling face turned to you – like a sunflower turning toward the sun – a loving and sympathetic smile on his face as he patted the space between his legs.

You smiled, moving towards him and just sitting.

But as soon as you sat you couldn’t help but sag back into him, body almost limp in-between his thighs, back to chest, already soaking in his warmth and comfort that he freely provided.

Resting your hands atop his thighs, provided you with the chance to rest against + on him and you were more aware of the powerful muscle of his thigh and his warmth that ran higher than any normal persons.

But Kyojuro’s warm hands gently rested on your clothed hips, bringing you back from your random train of thoughts, calloused fingers and palms moving slowly in circles in a comforting motion, before moving up to your tummy were he then started to softly knead – like a cat or kitten.

You sighed, eyelashes fluttering against the apple of your cheek as you rested your head back against the junction of Kyojuro’s neck and shoulder.

He smells nice, you thought Like burning wood and sunflowers…

Kyojuro’s warm hands continued to sooth your aching insides, the sun continuing to heat the both of you up slowly and you honestly couldn’t help the sleep that took over your poor aching body.

Neither of you got to the hashira meeting on time….

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kumeko · 4 years

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Title: umeboshi

A/N: For @pinkthespianlesbian, for the Fruits Basket SS held by @lgbtfurubanet. I don’t think I managed to fit all of your prompts together (and Momiji realizes she’s trans in this fic a bit earlier than your headcanon because I missed that line about 3rd year. XD), but I hope you enjoy this anyways!

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“It’s a romantic story,” Momiji chirped, leaning back on the school steps. It was a cloudless, warm spring day and she was happy they were finally in their summer uniforms. Kicking her feet in front of her, Momiji leaned back and stared at the bright blue sky. “My parents met in Germany, when they were students.”

“Oh.” Tohru clapped her hands excitedly. On another person, this would seem sarcastic, but every action she did was always painfully earnest. Her eyes were bright as she leaned eagerly toward Momiji, already knowing how the story will go and still wanting to hear about it. “Was it love at first sight?”

“Da!” Tohru was infectious and Momiji’s smile grew even wider. She leaned closer to Tohru, until their shoulders bumped. There was something thrilling about being this close to Tohru, about this casual nearness that she could have that almost none of the other zodiacs could have. She felt a brief pang of pity for Kyo and Yuki.

“Oooohhh!” Tohru’s hand pressed against the steps as she steadied herself, her hand overlapping Momiji’s slightly.

A jolt of electricity ran through Momiji and she swallowed. It was a very brief pang of pity for her rivals. As they said, all’s fair in love and war. Gathering herself, Momiji continued, using the story as an excuse to hold Tohru’s hand entirely. “The second their hands touched, writing appeared on their arms like vines! They were soulmates! They didn’t let go of each other once, not even when they ate.”

Tohru stared at their clasped hands and squealed. “Awww, that’s so cute!”

Momiji would practically see the hearts flying off her. She nodded sagely. “It gets better! They used the words as their wedding vows.”

“Awwwwwww.” Tohru hummed, almost bouncing as she thought about it all. She didn’t let go, her hand radiating warmth that shot straight to Momiji’s core. “That’s such a cute story. Mom never found her soulmate but she and Dad were very happy anyways. Actually, right after they got married, Mom dragged Dad to the tattoo parlor and forced him to tattoo her name on his wrist.” She chuckled. “They got their own versions of the soulmate words.”

“Really?” Momiji blinked. She liked that idea. Liked it a lot. The control it gave, the ability to chose, she liked everything about it. Breaking into laughter, she reached around with her other arm and hugged Tohru, careful not to let go of their clasped hands. “That sounds just like her.”

“That’s what Uo-chan and Hana-chan said too,” Tohru said proudly, wrapping an arm around Momiji. “Though Mom told me the tattoos hurt more than expected and they both spent the week crying.”

Momiji snorted. “Somehow, that also sounds like her.”

ii.

A less romantic story, one that Momiji was reluctant to tell Tohru, was how her mother rejected her at a hug. How her mother had gone mad until the only solution was erasing her memories and erasing Momiji’s place in them.

It was funny, now, that her mother’s touch would no longer transform her. That it was her father instead who turned her into a rabbit. Would her mother have kept her memories if she’d known this would happen? Or would she have seen that as another failure, another mark against her monster of a child?

Not that it mattered either way. Her mother would never know. Instead, Momiji would wear her dresses and pad her chest and grow out her hair, each change making her look more and more like her mother. It was hard to hide it now; her father wouldn’t let her hang out at the company anymore.

All that she had left was her name, Momiji, the only link to a family that no longer existed. Maybe she should change. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

iii.

The school was brimming with life, the school fair bringing students and visitors through each of the classrooms and hallways. It was a dangerous time for a Sohma and Kyo was already hiding on the roof, both scared and angry with the horde that invaded his home. Not that it helped much, considering the mob of cats that swarmed the roof, catching everyone’s eyes.

At least that made things a little easier for the others. Yuki didn’t have to hide in the back of every classroom even and Haru didn’t have to destroy everyone he bumped shoulders with and Momiji…

Well, Momiji got to enjoy a date with Tohru. A kinda one-sided date, for now, but a date nonetheless. She bounced forward as she and Tohru strolled through the halls, taking in the other class’s events. “What do you want to see first?”

“I don’t know.” Tohru smiled happily, her eyes jumping from one door to the next. There was a haunted house, a café, an art gallery—the possibilities were endless. And overwhelming. “They all look so fun! What do you want to do?”

“Me?” Momiji slowed down her pace till she was walking side by side with Tohru. Her arms hung at her side, her hands barely brushing Tohru’s as they walked. A jolt of electricity ran through her at each touch and she swallowed. “Maybe we could do the haunted house first?”

“T-t-the h-h-haunted h-h-house?” Tohru stuttered, her expression freezing. Stiffly, she squared her shoulders and marched toward it. “S-s-sure.”

It was cute. Too cute. Momiji tried not to laugh too much and offered, “If you’re too scared, we can do something else.”

“N-n-no, I’m f-f-f-fine.” Tohru smiled once more but it came out more a grimace than anything else. She looked like a robot as she moved, her knees and elbows locked into position. “L-let’s g-go.”

Well, if Tohru was going to be so brave, Momiji couldn’t slack off either. Nodding, she reached out and grabbed Tohru’s hand. No more of that brushing nonsense. Her skin felt like it was on fire and Momiji was certain her ears were turning several different shades of red, but she’d done it.

She’d grabbed Tohru’s hand. And if Tohru didn’t pull away, was still smiling at her brightly, she could take that as a victory, right?

iv.

Momiji washed her hands, letting the cool water soak into her skin. They still burned, even now, hours after Tohru let go, hours after they’d parted.

Ok, it was about time she’d admitted it. To herself, at least, if to no one else.

This wasn’t just a crush anymore. No, this was love. Momiji was in love with Tohru.

She sighed softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead on the bathroom mirror. After all those months of teasing Yuki and Kyo for being dense, this all felt highly ironic. Momiji wasn’t even sure if she was going to confess to Tohru (sorry for calling you a coward, Kyo) and even worse, there was Akito to deal with.

Maybe Akito wouldn’t care as much. He’d hated it when Momiji had started transitioning but then it’d became a new cage for him to keep her in, a new barrage of insults to hurt her with. Suddenly, she’d realized just how much harder it was for Kisa and Rin.

How much harder it would be for her, going forward.

The cool glass didn’t make it any easier to think and Momiji’s hands were still burning like they’d been seared. Like Tohru was imprinted on them. Maybe she was. Lifting her hands, she stared at them blankly, taking in the small ridges on her knuckles, and the growing thickness of her fingers. The lines on her palm that turned into words, wrapping around her wrist—

Words.

Momiji blinked. There were words tattooed on her wrist. Her soulmate marks. She rolled back her sleeves frantically, trying to read the characters engraved on her skin. How had she missed this earlier? Had she bumped into someone at the fair? U-m-e-b-o-s-h-I, it said.

Umeboshi.

There was only one person that could mean, only one person whose soulmate words could be that.

“Tohru,” she murmured to her skin, kissing the mark softly. Momiji’s heart leapt to her mouth and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. Her soulmate was Tohru.

She could fight Akito, if it was for Tohru.

She could fight anyone, if it was Tohru.

They were soulmates and Momiji would one day tell their adopted kids, It was a romantic story, a story about two people who stayed together and never forgot anything, even the bad things.

Or it would have been a romantic tale, if not for Tohru’s extremely puzzled look as Momiji asked her if she’d gotten her soulmate writing. She’d waited as long as she could, waited for class to end, for her bodyguards to go home (Kyo was harder to force away than Yuki), waited for them to finally be alone and sitting at their usual spot on the school step, before asking.

All in vain, it seemed.

“My soulmate marks?” Tohru blinked, confused. She glanced around as though to make sure no one else was around. “Me?”

She’d almost forgotten how dense Tohru was. “Yes.” Momiji nodded eagerly, taking Tohru’s hands into her own. Rubbing her thumb against Tohru’s wrists, she was slightly disappointed the marks hadn’t appeared in the same place, but that was fine. It was rare enough to find one’s soulmate, let alone to find one with an identical mark. Her parents had been lucky. Quieting her mind, Momiji peered up at Tohru’s eyes and asked again, “Have you found any words on you?”

Tohru frowned, thinking heavily on it. She twisted her lips, her expression growing sterner and sterner with each moment that passed. The moment she turned into a hardboiled detective, she sighed and shook her head. “Not one.”

“Really?” Momiji’s heart plummeted to her shoes and she almost dropped Tohru’s hands in surprise. Was it possible to have a one-sided soulmate?

“Yes.” Tohru nodded solemnly. “It would be wonderful to have a soulmate but I’m not sure I have one.” She chuckled sadly. “It might be too wonderful for me to have.”

And maybe Tohru didn’t have the mark and maybe the umeboshi meant some other kind do-gooder or some guy with an obsession with pickles, but that didn’t matter. Momiji was used to life not going her way. Was used to having to choose her own path.

Kyoko had made her own soulmate.

Momiji could do the same.

“You have a soulmate, Tohru,” Momiji answered softly, leaning closer.

“I do?” Tohru’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who?”

“Me.”

She’d make sure to not tell their kids how awkward their first kiss was, how they’d bumped noses and laughed about it after.

vi.

“And that’s how your grandmas fell in love,” Mitsuru murmured, ruffling the hair of her son. “It’s a romantic story, isn’t it?”

Aki bit his cheek, taking it all in. He swayed side to side as he came up with his question. Because there was always a question with him; at four, there was still too many things he didn’t know. Mitsuru knew that, knew that she’d done the same to Momiji and Torhu when she was little, but that didn’t make it any easier.

After a few minutes, he finally asked, “Granny didn’t have a mark?”

“Actually…” Mitsuru laughed awkwardly. Leaning closer, she stage-whispered to her son, “It turned out, Grandma Tohru did have a mark.”

“She did?” His mouth fell open in surprise.

“Her face looked just like yours when she found out.” Mitsuru nodded. Reaching around, she patted her son on the middle of his back. “Right there. Just where the umeboshi in a onigiri is, that was where her mark was. So of course she didn’t see it herself—Grandma Momiji was the one who spotted it and told her.”

“Umeboshi?” Aki jumped up and down. “Just like in her stories!”

Mitsuru nodded. “Yeah, just like in her stories.”

There was something fitting about that, when all was said and done.

#fruits basket #tohru honda #momiji sohma #tohru x momiji #trans!momiji #fanfic #did I write this whole fic around the title #yes #yes I did

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misaki-ffxiv · 6 years

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Entry #2: Elysian

FFxiv 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt #2: Synthetic

Snow crunched beneath the legionary’s heavy boots as he patrolled the perimeter of the Garlean estate. He was weary and somehow cold even in his armor, but the last time his commanding officer had seen him so much as slouch, he’d been properly rung out for it. So, the young legionary kept a straight back and his head straight with his hand upon the hilt of his sword - or, at least, he had tried to keep his head straight.

Three stories up in the lavish manor was a figure he had seen several times before, though never quite as clearly as he did then. The woman stood in front of the window with her back to it, hip length black hair falling in a sheet as she tossed it over her shoulder. The legionary found his footsteps slowing despite his better judgement, watching with a slack jaw as the creature in the window moved. Her back arched as she finished sliding out of a ruby red silk robe. It gathered at her shoulders before dropping to a pile at her feet. Her skin was bared, and she turned to face the window, slender fingertips reaching for the heavy red curtains to cover it. The legionary’s eyes met with hers, and his breath caught some in his throat.

He had heard stories about his commander’s special project - a geisha girl, given up to the Garlean forces by a Doman gang - but he had never seen her before. Even from a distance, she was breathtaking. It was like seeing an angel silhouetted by crimson velvet, all hips and hair and porcelain doll features. For a moment, he swore she even smiled at him before slowly drawing her curtains. The legionary’s steps faltered before he snapped himself back to attention, forcing himself to control his patrol - but the need to see the angel in the window again would not diminish any time soon. Behind her smile had been sadness, a plea for help. He knew little of what was happening to her, but he was confident that he could save her from it, with the right tools.

By that time, Misaki knew the soldier’s route. He would cross past her window every day when the sun was beginning to set. She knew the legionaries were all curious about their officer’s special prize. This one seemed particularly young, often fumbling with his sword or nervously straightening his bracers as he performed his perimeter check. He was a weak link, unsure of his position on Garlemald’s ladder, unsure of the mission of his own people. Getting what she wanted from him would be simple. It was just a matter of fabrication.

When he snuck his way up to her one night, she feigned surprise, even anger. He took his helmet off to reveal a shock of white-blond hair in springy curls and wide, watery blue eyes. His skin was pale, an almost sickly pallor about him. Misaki had been lounging in a mahogany bed, donned in flowing silks to cover up how much weight she’d lost since becoming a captive.

“I saw you,” the legionary said, breathless, “up in the window I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to intrude, b-but the m-maid let me up... She s-said you wanted to speak with m-me, even.”

The maid was another Misaki had beneath her thumb. She had pleaded her case to the woman with tears overflowing in her eyes, begging her for her help. The woman’s heart had been softened by another of Misaki’s synthetic weaknesses - fabricated, created, carefully hand-tailored to each person she thought she could twist into helping her. The maid had become a useful tool in getting information out of the manor itself.

Slowly, the creature clad in silks rose to her feet and slid her glass of wine from the bedside table. The rich red drink stained her lips as she took a sip before she found herself in front of the legionary. He stood stock-still, though it looked like a less disciplined version of himself may have started trembling when she touched his jawline.

“Cassius,” she whispered, keeping her gaze trained on his. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

He tingled when she spoke his name in her accented voice, and he nodded slowly, hypnotized by the young woman in front of him. Her monolidded eyes were dark and rich in hue, her features delicate and exquisite. She was small, but somehow she made herself look taller than she was. Cassius was barely aware of how much he was craning his neck down to look at her.

“Cassius,” Misaki repeated. “My friend Augusta... she said you might be able to help me. You’re friends with some of the conscripted soldiers from Doma, no?”

“Yes,” he breathed without even thinking. “Yes, there are s-several... I work alongside with...” He closed his eyes and shuddered with delight as her fingers caressed his jawline again, tender and cool and soft.

“Would you deliver a present for me?” she whispered. “To one of them. My brother... Kyo. He’s one of the ones in your legion. It’s nearly his nameday.”

Cassius had agreed eagerly and without any question about what he was even to deliver. Misaki handed him a package wrapped in brown paper with Doman writing - coded, so that even those fluent in it might have difficulty in deciphering it - written on a piece of parchment inside. The package was delivered to Misaki’s ‘brother’ - in reality, a resistance fighter within the ranks of a Garlean legion - with information vital to her liberation from the officer’s home. Cassius hadn’t even thought to open it. Misaki had promised to let him come visit her again if he performed this task for her, and he was already falling at the feet of a woman with sad eyes and a tragic tale.

These carefully synthesized relationships she created were few and far between. Getting too cozy with anyone Garlean was a risk, and so Misaki used them until their use had run out. Cassius was never permitted to her chambers again, and was punished when it was discovered by the officer that he had been there in the first place. To Misaki, these people were disposable - a means to an end, just as her people had been to them.

#FFxivwrite2017 #ahhh this one was a little harder but it's all gucci fam #writing #ffxiv

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