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MHA Chapter 370 spoilers translations
This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.
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1 死ねバケモノ‼︎ しねバケモノ‼︎ shine BAKEMONO!! "Die, monster!!"
tagline 1 降りかかる心ない言葉… ふりかかるこころないことば… furi kakaru kokoro nai kotoba... Heartless words falling down [upon him]...
tagline 2 No.370 HIStory  堀越耕平 ナンバー370 ヒストリー  ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 370 HISUTORII   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 370 HIStory   Kouhei Horikoshi
2 イギョーは家から出てくるな! イギョーはいえからでてくるな! IGYOU wa ie kara dete kuruna! "As for the grotesque, don't come out of your houses!"
3 まさか忌み血だったとは… まさかいみちだったとは… masaka imi chi datta to wa... "Unthinkable that you have abominable blood..."
4 おまえ達には騙された おまえたちにはだまされた omae-tachi ni wa damasareta "You all deceived us."
5 土地が穢れる とちがけがれる tochi ga kegareru "The land is being defiled."
6 出ていけ でていけ dete ike "Get out of here."
7 時代がどう進もうと じだいがどうすすもうと jidai ga dou susumou to "No matter how much time progresses,"
8 我々はその血を受け入れることはない われわれはそのちをうけいれることはない wareware wa sono chi wo uke ireru koto wa nai "we will never accept that blood [of yours]."
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1 少し遡る すこしさかのぼる sukoshi sakanoboru Going back a little,
2 荼毘確保の報が戦場を駆け巡った後 だびかくほのしらせがせんじょうをかけめぐったあと Dabi kakuho no shirase ga senjou wo kake megutta ato after the news that Dabi had been secured had circulated the battlefield,
3 セントラル病院前 セントラルびょういんまえ SENTORARU byouin mae in front of Central Hospital
4 鹵獲された黒義を奪還シロ‼︎ ろかくされたくろぎりをだっかんシロ‼︎ rokaku sareta Kurogiri wo dakkan SHIRO!! Rescue the captured Kurogiri!!
5 "改人脳無シリーズ"マスターピースに最も近づいたハイエンド黒義 "かいじんのうむシリーズ"マスターピースにもっともちかづいたハイエンドくろぎり “kaijin noumu SHIRIIZU” MASTAAPIISU ni motto mo chikadzuita HAIENDO Kurogiri Kurogiri, the High-End closest to a masterpiece of the "Bioengineered Noumu Series"
6 ソレが病院にある事をつき止めたAFOは ソレがここにあることをつきとめたオール・フォー・ワンは SORE ga koko (kanji: byouin) ni aru koto wo tsuki tometa OORU FOO WAN wa AFO found out that is here (read as: hospital)
7 超常解放戦線幹部スピナー率いる ちょうじょうかいほうせんせんかんぶスピナーひきいる choujou kaihou sensen kanbu SUPINAA hikiiru Officer Spinner is leading the Paranormal Liberation Front
8 残党 レムナンツ REMUNANTSU (kanji: zantou) The remnants
9 及び および oyobi as well as
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1-2 残党に「賛同」する"一般市民" かれらに「さんどう」する"いっぱんしみん" karera (kanji: zantou) ni 「sandou」 suru “ippan shimin” the "ordinary citizens" who 'agree' with them (read as: the remnants)
3 計 けい kei In total
4 およそ一万五千の勢力を向かわせていた およそいちまんごせんのせいりょくをむかわせていた oyoso ichi man go sen no seiryoku wo mukawasete ita a force of approximately 15,000 were sent in.
5 どけぇ‼︎ dokee!! "Move!!"
6 行け いけ ike "Go"
7 通せ とおせ taose "Let us through
8 囲め囲め かこめかこめ kakome kakome "Surround them, surround them"
9 ラインを下げるな! ラインをさげるな! RAIN wo sageruna! "Don't break the line!"
10 道開けろ みちあけろ michi akero "Open a path"
11 迎え撃つは残存ヒーロー・残存警官隊 むかえうつはざんぞんヒーロー・ざんぞんけいかんたい mukae utsu wa zanzon HIIROO・zanzon keikantai The counterattacking force of remaining heroes and remaining police
12 およそ二百…! およそにひゃく…! oyoso ni hyaku...! were about 200...!
13 人気になったもんだな"白雲"…‼︎ にんきになったもんだな"しらくも"…‼︎ ninki ni natta mon da na “Shirakumo”...!! "You've become popular, Shirakumo...!"
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1-2 ラウドアウトシャウト‼︎ RAUDO AUTO SHAUTO!! Loud Out Shout!!
3 肉壁だとぉ!!? にくかべだとぉ!!? niku kabe da too!!? A wall of flesh!!? (Note: Basically a meat shield.)
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1 先生 大丈夫⁉︎ せんせい だいじょうぶ⁉︎ sensei daijoubu!? "Teacher, you all right!?"
2 サンキュアニマ SANKYUU ANIMA "Thank you, Anima"
3 テンタコルは⁉︎ TENTAKORU wa!? "Where's Tentacole!?"
4 戦ってる内にはぐれちゃった…! たたかってるうちにはぐれちゃった…! tatakatteru uchi ni hagure chatta...! "I lost him while we were fighting...!"
5 課長!数が多すぎます増援をーー! かちょう!かずがおおすぎますぞうえんをーー! kachou! kazu ga oo sugimasu zouen wo--! "Boss! Their numbers are too many, we need reinforcements--!"
6 いねンだよンなもん! ineNda yoNna mon! "We don't have any!"
7 テイザーシールドで押し返せ テイザーシールドでおしかえせ! TEIZAA SHIIRUDO de oshi kaese! "Push them back with your taser shields!"
8 くそっ!ただでさえ足りねェ人員を分断・孤立させるよう動いてやがる! くそっ!ただでさえたりねェじんいんをぶんだん・こりつさせるよううごいてやがる! kuso! tada de sae tarineE jin’in wo bundan・koritsu saseru you ugoite yagaru! "Damn it! They're moving to divide and isolate our already-insufficient personnel!"
9 寄せ集めの暴徒だろ よせあつめのぼうとだろ yose atsume no houto daro "Isn't this a ragtag mob?"
10 何でこんな統率力が…! なんでこんなとうそつりょくが…! nande konna tousotsuryoku ga...! "What's with this leadership...!"
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1 黙れうるさい‼︎ だまれうるさい‼︎ damare urusai!! "Shut up, you're noisy!!"
2 縛れ しばれ shibare "Tie them up"
3 もういい! mou ii! "Enough already!"
4 暴徒じゃねぇ ぼうとじゃねぇ bouto ja nee "We're not a mob"
5 手だ手 てだて te da te "The hands, the hands!"
6 おまえらいつもそれだ omaera itsumo sore da "You people are always like that."
7 人間の顔した奴には にんげんのかおしたやつには ningen no kao shita yatsu ni wa "Those who have human faces"
8 わかんねぇべ‼︎ wakannee be!! "don't understand!!"
9 ぶっ倒せ ぶったおせ buttaose "Crush them"
10 どけぇ dokee "Move"
11 道を開け みちをあけ michi wo ake "Open a path"
12 通せ‼︎ とおせ‼︎ toose!! "Let us through!!"
13 どけ! doke! "Move!"
14 邪魔すンな! じゃますンな! jama suNna! "Don't get in the way!"
15 どいてな! doite na! "Get out of the way!"
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1 やめっ… yame... "Sto...."
2 なんっ…!何でこんな事っやめましょう⁉︎ なんっ…!なんでこんなことっやめましょう⁉︎ nan...! nande konna koto yamemashou!? "Why...! Why would you do something like this, can't we stop!?"
3 都会育ちか? とかいそだちか? tokai sodachi ka? "Did you grow up in the city?"
4 こんっ… kon... "You..."
5 裏切り者が! うらぎりもんが! uragiri mon ga! "you damn traitor!
 6 いけ! ike! "Go!"
7 道つくれ みちつくれ michi tsukure "Make a path"
8 開けろォ あけろォ akeroO "Open [the way]"
9 通すんだ とおすんだ toosunda "Let us through"
10 代弁者を だいべんしゃを daibensha wo "Our representative"
11 通せ とおせ toose "Get through"
12 俺たちの方が強い おれたちのほうがつよい ore-tachi no hou ga tsuyoi "We are stronger"
13 解放だべ! かいほうだべ! kaihou da be! "Free him!"
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1 怒れ人民‼︎ おこれじんみん‼︎ okore jinmen!! "Get angry, people!!"
2 今日が解放日だ! きょうがかいほうびだ! kyou ga kaihou bi da! "Today is Liberation Day!"
3 "個性"カウンセリング!"個性"教育! "こせい"カウンセリング!"こせい"きょういく! “kosei” KAUNSERINGU! “kosei” kyoiku! "Quirk counseling! Quirk education!"
4 これが贋である事を! これがまやかしであることを! kore ga mayakashi (kanji: nise) de aru koto wo! "These things are deceptions!"
5 我々は"形"を持って知っている! われわれは"かたち"をもってしっている! wareware wa “katachi” wo motte shitte iru! "We're well aware we have these 'forms'!"
6 どいてろ doitero "Out of the way"
7 道つくれ みちつくれ michi tsukure "Make a path"
8 通せ! とおせ! toose! "Let us through!"
9 どけぇ dokee "Move"
10 代弁者が通るぞ だいべんしゃがとおるぞ daibensha ga tooru zo "Our representative is coming through"
11 倒せ たおせ taose "Defeat them"
12 「六・六事件」 「ろく・ろくじけん」 「roku・roku jiken」 "Incident 66"
13 「ジェダの大粛清」 「ジェダのだいじゅくせい」 「JEDA no daijukusei」 "The Great Purge of Jeda"
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1 「超常」とは 「ちょうじょう」とは 「choujou」 to wa "'Paranormal' refers to"
2 "異なる形"迫害の歴史だ! "ことなるかたち"はくがいのれきしだ! “kotonaru katachi” hakugai no rekishi da! "the history of persecution of those with 'different forms'!"
3 虐殺に加担した男はその理由を「気味が悪かった」の一言で片付けた! ぎゃくさつにかたんしたおとこはそのワケを「きみがわるかった」のひとことでかたづけた! gyakusatsu ni katan shita otoko wa sono WAKE (kanji: riyuu) wo 「kimi ga warukatta」 no hitokoto de katadzuketa! "The men who took part in that massacre gave their reasoning in a nutshell as 'Because they creep us out.'"
4 そして現在世界は反省したーー そしていませかいははんせいしたーー soshite ima sekai wa hansei shita--- "And then the current word reflected [on that]---"
5 ーーフリをしている‼︎ ---FURI wo shite iru!! "--[or rather] it's just pretending to!!"
6 人口蜜集!多様の坩堝に育った者は じんこうみつしゅう!たようのるつぼにそだったものは jinkou mitsushuu! tayou no rutsubo ni sodatta mono wa "Gather a large crowd! Those who grew up in the crucible of diversity"
7 ああ!教育の賜物!分け隔てる事などないのだろう! ああ!きょういくのたまもの!わけへだてることなどないのだろう! aa! kyouiku no tamamono! wake hedateru koto nado nai no darou! "Yes! The gift of education! There shall be nothing like discrimination, right?!"
8 だが街を出てみろ!そこにあるのはーーー だがまちをでてみろ!そこにあるのはーーー daga machi wo dete miro! soko ni aru no wa--- "But try leaving the cities! What [you'll find] there is---"
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1-2 「気味が悪かった」だ 「きみがわるかった」だ 「kimi ga warukatta」 da "'You creep us out.'"
3 どれ程強い光もそれ一つで全ては照らせない‼︎ どれほどつよいひかりもそれひとつですべてはてらせない‼︎ dore hodo tsuyoi hikari mo sore hitotsu de subete wa terasenai!! "No matter how strong a light is, it can't illuminate everything by itself!"
4 ここに集ったのは照らされなかった者たちだ‼︎ ここにとどったのはてらされなかったものたちだ‼︎ koko ni todotta no wa terasarenakatta mono-tachi da!! "Gathered here are those people who were not illuminated!!"
5 我々は自分自身で己を照らす! われわれはじぶんじしんでおのれをてらす! wareware wa jibun jishin de onore wo terasu! "We will use ourselves to illuminate you!"
6 通せえ とおせえ toosee "Let us through"
7 俺たちには必要ない おれたちにはひつようない ore-tachi ni wa hitsuyou nai "We don't need you"
8 おまえらじゃない omaera ja nai "It's not [about] you"
9 どけぇ‼︎ dokee!! "Move!!"
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1 「この"個性"じゃなければ」‼︎一度でも思った事はあるか⁉︎ 「この"こせい"じゃなければ」‼︎いちどでもおもったことはあるか⁉︎ 「kono "kosei" ja nakereba」!! ichido demo omotta koto wa aru ka!? "'If not for this quirk!!' Have you thought that even once!?"
2 道を開けろ みちをあけろ michi wo akero "Open a path"
3 通せ とおせ toose "Let us through"
4 彼を かれを kare wo "Him"
5 彼を通すんだ‼︎ かれをとおすんだ‼︎ kare wo toosunda!! "Let him through!!"
flag スピナーは代弁者である スピナーはだいべんしゃである SUPINAA wa daibensha de aru Spinner is [our] representative
6 我々のヒーローはおまえ達じゃない! われわれのヒーローはおまえたちじゃない! warewareno HIIROO wa omae-tachi ja nai! "You people aren't our heroes!"
7 彼こそが かれこそが kare koso ga "Only he can..."
8 勝つぞ かつぞ katsu zo "We'll win"
9 勝てばいいんだ‼︎ かてばいいんだ‼︎ kateba iinda!! "If we win, that'll be enough!!"
10 代弁者の道を開けろ! だいべんしゃのみちをあけろ! daibensha no michi wo akero! "Make a path for [our] representative!"
11 我々を社会の中心に導く!!! われわれをしゃかいのちゅうしんにみちびく!!! wareware wo shakai no chuushin ni michibiku!!! "...lead us to the center of society!!!"
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1 何 言ッテル ノか ワカン ネ ええ なに いッテル ノか ワカン ネ ええ nani iTTERU NO ka WAKAN NE ee What ARE you saYING, I dON'T UNDERSTAaand
2 AFO!  力 貰っテカラ 頭ガ ドンドン 白クーーー… オール・フォー・ワン!  ちから もらっ���カラ あたまガ ドンドン しろクーーー… OORU FOO WAN! chikara moratTE KARA atama GA DONDON shiroKU---... All For One! BECAUSE HE GAve me power, my head IS GOING blANK---... (Note: Literally he's saying his head is gettinng "whiter.")
3 おい代弁者 おいだいべんしゃ oi daibensha "Hey, Representative!"
4 マあ MAa WEll
5 イや Iya WAIt no
6 俺は おれは ore wa I'm
7 黒義ヲ くろぎりヲ Kurogiri WO "GeT Kurogiri"
8 言われた 通りニ いわれた とおりニ iwareta toori NI [doing] just aS hE said
9 奪還シロぉ!!! だっかんシロぉ!!! dakkan SHIROo!!! "Rescue HImm!!"
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1 オクト OKUTO OCTO
2 ブロー‼︎ BUROO!! BLOW!!
3 代弁者‼︎ スピナー‼︎ SUPINAA (kanji: daibensha)!! "Spinner (read as: Representative)!!"
4 こぉの野郎がてめっ‼︎ こぉのやろうがてめっ‼︎ koono yarou ga teme!! "This damn bastard!!"
5 裏切者だ殺せっ‼︎ うらぎりものだころせっ‼︎ uragirimono da korose!! "He's a traitor, kill him!!"
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1 死ねバケモノ! しねバケモノ! shine BAKEMONO! Die, monster!
2 それが sore ga "[What does] that"
3 今 病院を襲う事とどう関係ある…? いま びょういんをおそうこととどうかんけいある…? ima byouin wo osou koto to dou kankei aru...!? "have to do with attacking a hospital right now...!?"
4 蛇腔でヒーローはまずっ じゃくうでヒーローはまずっ Jakuu de HIIROO wa mazu "At Jakuu, [it seems] the heroes first"
5 入院患者や関係者の……安全確保に動いたそうだがっ にゅういんかんじゃやかんけいしゃの……あんぜんかくほにうごいたそうだがっ nyuuinkanja ya kankeisha no......anzen kakuho ni ugoita sou da ga "moved to ensure the safety of...those like the inpatients and others involved."
6 どうなんだ…⁉︎おまえたちは…っ dou nanda...!? omae-tachi wa... "So what about you...!? You people..."
7 考えはあるのか⁉︎ かんがえはあるのか⁉︎ kangae wa aru no ka!? "did [that] thought occur to you!?"
8 時代がどう進もうと じ���いがどうすすもうと jidai ga dou susumou to "No matter how much time progresses,"
9 我々はその血を受け入れることはない われわれはそのちをうけいれることはない wareware wa sono chi wo uke ireru koto wa nai "we will never accept that blood [of yours]."
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1 あると言え…‼︎ あるといえ…‼︎ aru to ie...! “If it did, then speak...!”
2 じゃなきゃ ja nakya “If not,”
3 俺はおまえたちを許さない! おれはおまえたちをゆるさない! ore wa omae-tachi wo yurusanai! “I won’t forgive you all!”
tagline 闇 吹き荒び、少年は叫ぶ。 やみ ふきすさび、しょうねんはさけぶ。 yami fukisusabi, shounen wa sakebu. The darkness blows in, the young man shouts.
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kyracanwrite · 2 years
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Yandere! Class 1 a x f! Reader head canons
(Side note; I’m gonna make another version of this, but separate head canons where you’re in a relationship with them. And what kind of yandere they are.)
Remember, rebloging always helps! ^^
WARNINGS: Yanderes, NSFW-ISH TINGS, possessive and controlling behavior, stalking, murder, sugar coating, sweet talking, poly?, lesbian relationships.
Word Count; unknown
Not proof read.
Now playing——————> || Yandere by Jazmin Bean
Up next;
Saccharine -Jazmin Bean
High enough -Kflay
Swimming pool -Marie Madeleine
High school sweethearts -Melanie Martinez
Numbers -Melanie Martinez
I wanna be your boyfriend -Hot Freaks
Oblivion -Grimes
Desire -Meg Myers
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♡✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿Obsessed✿✿✿✿✿✿✿♡︎
When you first entered U.A, you were a very distant and closed off person.
Nobody knew anything about you.
And it pissed them off to an extent.
Some were determined to know everything about you, even if that means stalking closely watching you.
At first you thought they hated you, so you kept your distance.
Until, Mina decided to gain some balls for the class and started talking to you, gaining your friendship.
“Hey! L/n, right? You’re really pretty!” She gushed, making you get flustered.
She internally squealed at your blushing face.
That was the start of your complicated friendship.
She’d come over to your dorm almost every night and hang out with you. (She did it to tell the others to not even bother, she already claimed you, but they aren’t gonna give up that easily.)
You also cuddle with her, especially when it’s cold.
The next person to befriend you was Bakugou.
Bakugou would come to your dorm to study, play games, or just to hang out with you.
You’d also sit in his lap while he did these things.
The next two people to befriend you were Todoroki and Momo.
They were already in a relationship, but they thought you’d be a perfect addition.
They helped you loosen up a bit, and let you know that it was okay to have actual human feelings.
They also watched you closely, making sure you didn’t get in trouble or hurt.
The next person was Denki.
It started off with small and innocent compliments, but then progressed into sexual flirting.
(He also saw ur boobs once and got a boner 😶)
He’s perverted, but he also makes sure you’re comfortable.
He won’t do anything if you’re not okay with it.
He would never purposely make his precious darling uncomfortable.
Then it was Shoji and Tokoyami.
They came off more calm and subtle, but they are watchers and protectors.
They watch your every move. (kinda)
They just want you safe, though.
If their baby got hurt, they’d tear the world apart.
Next, we have Kirishima.
He just started hanging out with you one day.
He takes you out for lunch on the weekends.
He also gives anyone who looks at you deathstares.
Only HE should be able to look at his darling.
Next was Sero.
He would place your things high up so you’d have to ask him for help.
And when you did he’d feel so good about himself, because you asked him. And not anyone else.
The next person was Jirou.
She introduced you to her favorite music, and often plays her guitar for you.
Especially if you come to her after having a bad dream.
Next up we have Tsu, Oijirou and Hakagure.
They were already in a poly relationship when they met you, each of them falling for you and going absolutely feral for you.
They even almost killed someone for you!
Someone decided it would be funny to dump water on you, while you were wearing a WHITE shirt!
Well it turned see through and they were very angry.
Next was Deku.
He came up to you, writing in the little book about heroes, and asked you about your quirk.
You told him everything he wanted to know.
Let’s just say, he also wrote a lot of more personal….. stuff about you in a separate journal.
Next was uraraka.
She would gift you with small cute little plushies that reminded her of you.
Which was a lot because she thinks about you all the time.
Like seriously, your closet and bed are filled with plushies from her.
Not that you were complaining, though. ;)
Now it was Iida’s turn.
He would lay off of you, being less strict with you.
Still strict, but less.
He would also give you notes in the classes you were having troubles with.
He would also tutor you.
Overall just helping you get through the school year.
Next was Aoyama.
He would give you cheese that he thought was the best.
(My lactose intolerant ass is sobbing)
And he would also give you fashion advice, in the nicest way possible.
Which actually helped you a lot because you took his advice and looked like a total baddie-
The next person was Sato.
He’d make you your favorite dishes whenever you asked him.
He was your main food provider.
He made the best food (besides Katsuki) so you made sure to try and go to him every time, knowing Bakugou would make you work for the food.
Next was Kota.
He would tell the animals to watch you closely, and protect you at all costs.
You always wonder why there’s a bird outside your window every morning.
🤔 hm
At first you thought your classmates were just protective over you.
But then it got weird.
Things of yours would go missing.
You’d often feel eyes on you.
And some of your classmates demanded to know where you were going when you left and who you’d be with.
“Oh, we just wanna make sure you’re safe!”
They would say.
And for a while, you believed them.
Until you didn’t have any freedom, at all.
They always made someone go with you when going out.
They always made you give them your location.
“Oh we just care about you! We don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all.”
You stopped believing them, but you knew that they were crazy, so you acted like you didn’t care.
You even tried to escape, but Momo caught you.
You mentally cursed yourself for getting caught, and tried to make an excuse as to why you were leaving in such a hurry.
“Oh I was just going to the park.” You’d say, nervously laughing and scratching your neck.
“Oh. Well why didn’t you tell someone, sweetie!? We just want what’s best for you.” She’d smile, believing your lies. Or so you thought.
You sighed, letting a breath of relief, but your stomach dropped when she said
“Why don’t me and Todoroki come with you?” She smiled.
“I don’t know-“
“Todoroki! Come here!” She shouted out.
Todoroki came, hearing his name.
“Yes, Love?”
“Wanna go to the park with me and Y/n?”
“I’d love to.”
Momo smiled, grabbing your hand.
She gave you such a sickly sweet smile that read.
‘You can’t escape our love.’
You were stuck.
There was nothing you could do about it.
You were theirs and they were never letting you go.
;)
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prince-honeypaw · 3 years
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Lol I love the BakuSquad + little Shoji trend going on here (its rare, its underrated and I love it-) 🤣 I wonder how the boys of the squad (Kiri, Sero and Kami) would act when they end up taking care of a fussy Shoji because he misses Mama Mina 🧐🤔🤔
♡ Gosh, I'll only be able to do Sero and Kaminari with him since I can't do requests bigger than three.
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♡ The only reason that Mina would ask Hanta to watch her little squiddy is if she could not, for whatever reason, get Katsuki or Eijirou to watch him.
♡ Now, don't get her wrong, she trusts Hanta with her LIFE.
♡ But, with Mezo, she's a bit more of a worrier. He's just so small! And he needs someone that makes him feel as small as she sees him.
♡ But, you never know until you try, right? And she doesn't have many options with Bakugou and Kirishima going hiking.
♡ So, Mina is going to visit her family over the weekend for a birthday, and asks if Hanta can keep an eye on Mezo while she's gone.
♡ He agrees because he's a good friend and clearly Mina's worried about her little dude being alone for the weekend.
♡ Denki is there for emotional support.
♡ She says her goodbyes and kisses her baby on his precious snout before she leaves, and it's quiet for awhile after.
♡ Too quiet in Hanta's opinion. Denki tries to tell him that it's probably not that big of a shock since Mezo's just a quiet guy, so he's probably just a quiet little!
♡ But, Hanta's an older brother. He knows better.
♡ He shoves Kaminari off his lap, (And dodges the house slipper that gets beaned at the back of his head), and heads up to see what Shoji could possibly be doing so quietly.
♡ The answer: Sitting outside Mina's door and sulking with Clump, this awful looking octopus that Tsuyu and Ochaco got him.
♡ Kaminari suggests trying to do something to take his mind off of Ashido not being there! Sero agrees because it does seem like it'd be a good idea.
♡ But, Shoji won't budge.
♡ So, Denki scrambles off to get his iPad- Because you know he has one. They sit on either side of Mezo outside Mina's empty room and get deep into watching Denki play Cut the Rope.
♡ But, no matter how many times Om Nom eats that little candy, Shoji always seems to be staring off into space.
♡ Sero remembers that when he'd start to get too in his own head, Ashido would lean him into her side to apply that good, grounding pressure he needs.
♡ So, he links an arm around Mezo's shoulders and tugs him in for a side hug... It's welcomed with a stuttered purr. Hanta and Denki share the doofiest smiles over his head.
♡ They get him back to Earth and suggest going to watch a movie in the common rooms. He's hesitant... But, it'd be nicer than sitting miserably in the hall.
♡ They let him pick the movie and end up falling asleep halfway through Finding Dory.
♡ Shoji is still awake because he will NOT disrespect Finding Dory like that... But with friends like this watching out for him? He thinks he can make it to Sunday just fine.
♡ Six hours later, Mina FaceTimes him while Hanta and Denki wonder how neither of them thought of that first.
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hunni-pen · 4 years
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MHA CHARACTERS: CAN THEY SING HEADCANNONS
I saw a post talking about if your characters could sing, so I thought maybe I could try it out for MHA, just to put some of my writing out there. (I’m currently editing a Bakugou x Reader oneshot I wrote, so please sit tight for that.)
CLASS 1-A boys
Izuku Midoriya
Yes
But hearing his voice is very rare
It’s like a “I’m listening to music and studying and this song just makes me want to sing.” Kind of moment
I think since his voice is already higher pitched, he has a voice like Cavetown.
It just makes your heart melt❤️
What a precious baby
Shoto Todoroki
Again yes
And also very rare
Hearing Todoroki sing is like a whole cultural reset.
It’s soft, and makes you kind of sleepy
Sort of in the middle of deep and high, like a tenor range.
Like a Wallows or Oh Wonder kind of voice.
Tenya Iida
Definitely has kind of an untrained voice.
Something that’s overall up to your opinion.
He may not be able to sing as well, but this man can make a whole crowd fall asleep humming a lullaby.
Yes, my baby! He makes me so soft
Definitely deeper voice range.
There’s no one I could think of at the moment, if you could think of someone, then, yes.
Imagine him just hugging you and humming softly in your ear. Maybe cause your stressed or something. I’m getting carried away
Minoru Mineta
No.
This child is like😒
I just needed to get him out the way.
Let’s fix the energy here
Yuga Aoyama
Yes definitely
A high range tenor
Opera singer
I would even go as far to say a soprano
But real talk, trained voice.
In another world, he’s probably a choir student.
Mezo Shoji
I can’t grasp his character enough
I feel like he’s totally the type to just not sing at all.
If he did, it’s would probably be very scratchy
Low maybe.
I’m not sure, give him more time!!!!
Koji Koda
Again, doesn’t sing much
Totally hums
A higher pitched voice like Izuku.
He just hums softly and pets his rabbit
What a sweet bean.
If he does sing, I’m thinking like, Winter Aid.
Soft, sleepy, not very showy, just perfect.
Again, I love him.
Rikido Sato
No
My decision is based on science not opinion though.
I do appreciate this man
But sugar is not good for your vocal chords.
It causes inflammation in the body. Throat included, thus meaning Sato probably doesn’t sing as well as you’d expect.
He probably clears his throat a lot. That stuff builds up and oof.
Mashiro Ojiro
I literally have no idea
I’m thinking a voice that could totally sing traditional songs, with lots of training.
An acquired taste.
He also does not get enough screen time for me to know for sure.
Why did they make him so plain?
Fumikage Tokoyami
Yes
He has like an alternative style voice
That perfect mix of high and low
Actual art👌
Kinda like The Neighborhood
This is my headcanon
Tokoyami stans please rise
Ejiro Kirishima
My baby yes
Like a voice you would hear in a rock song
Maybe something by like 3 days grace
Or IDLES- Never Fight a Man With a Perm
Yes, it all makes sense
Hanta Sero
He gives off big Indie/Alternative boy vibes
Like totally Grouplove period.
Is this based of pure bias? Maybe
But him driving with you at 3 in the morning singing Tongue Tied and holding your hand. 🥺
I’m thinking maybe Mr. Brightside too.
Who knows.
Denki Kaminari
My good boy.
Someone on tik tok said he totally has indie garage concert band vibes.
I agree
I’m talking Swing Lynn by Harmless vibes
Mayhaps Safe and Sound by capital cities
Can you tell I’m a Bakusquad Stan?
Katsuki Bakugou
Ngl I was gonna say no.
With all that yelling he does, I thought no way.
Then I thought perhaps, Can you Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon?
He has a very limited range
To the point where when asked if he could sing, he just says something like “why would I waste my time seranading losers like you?”
Or on a good day, “these extras couldn’t handle my voice.”
I’m pretty sure he was the last. I hope you liked this. If you have anymore headcanon ideas please lmk. I’d be happy to write them. There will be a part two with the girls
I’ll also do another one including teachers, students from other schools or classes too. Doing one from heroes and villains would also be fun.
Drop suggestions of what you think characters sound like when they sing. I’ll try to incorporate that too.
Also if someone else has already done a post like this, and they look the same, it is purely coincidental. I know I’m not the first to think of something like this. 
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lively-lizard · 5 years
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Bnha light novel translations part 2
Update:(Sorry, I’ve been sick for half a day)(this was added later because this was in my draft), sorry. Even though @meroko26us requested me to do the translation on the first novel, I think it’s better for me to finished translate this chapter first, please understand that my motivation can be easily broken. So please wait patiently for me to finish this chapter’s translations first.
Please check out @peachingboy‘s translations on their translations on the earlier chapters
well without further problems here’s the translations
As the bus shakes a bit after it starts it’s engine, It slowly moves forward. After the bus speed starts to speed up, the scenery from outside started to fade as well as Aizawa’s words started to lose it’s effect.
“Let’s play some songs! It needs to have summer’s vibe! Play TUBE, play TUBE!”
“Idiot, if we’re talking about summer then of course we have to play CAROL’s The End of Summer!” (i’m just translating this directly)
“Is it going to end already?”
Sitting at the first rows are Kaminari and Kirishima who are using one hand to hold their smartphones to text leisurely, the row sitting beside them are Ashido and Hagakure Tooru playing shirotori. ( japanese or chinese word games where you use the verb from the end the word, then use it for the start of the word, it’s quite fun, i still play it with my friends sometimes)
“Shiritori’s (尻取り) [ ri ]!”
“RESONA bank(銀行) [ ginkou ]!”
“[ U ]! Un, ten million yen!” (i’m not sure about this either, it’s just like this)
The atmosphere inside the bus is just like little kids going on a long trip, full of excitement and bustling.
“........”
Aizawa is sitting in front of Hagakure’s seat, facing the student’s over exciting behavior with impatience. At that time, with the identity of the class president’s Iida stood up and loudly said something. His seat is behind Kaminari, beside him is Izuku.
“Excuse me, everyone! Didn’t the training camp’s notice had stated it! No matter where you are you must never forget yourself as a UA high school student, whatever you do you must follow the rules......!”
Even so, his voice was completely drown out by the rowdy atmosphere. Izuku was pitying him as he comforts him:
“It’s fine Iida-kun don’t be angry. Standing up is pretty dangerous, it’s better for you to sit down.”
“Oh, for gods sake!” (he didn’t actually say that but translating it directly doesn’t make any sense)
(Oh well.....)
Aizawa gave up on trying to warn the students, he closes his eyes, as he decides to sleep a bit. He already knew that no matter how many times he warns them, the noise will just come back again. For the next week, he needs to eat and sleep together with these hyperactive students. Right now is not the time to be uselessly wasting energy.
Plus, the students can only have this time to be noisy anyway.
As Aizawa shuts his eyes to sleep, Tsuyu takes out a thin long red box to Ochako.
“Ochako-chan, do you want to eat some Pocky?”
“I want!”
“Give me Pocky.”
“I also brought some candy along, here it is for you!”
“Thank you.”
“Hey, give me Pocky!”
Aoyama Yuga says as he pop his head up from in front of Ochako’s seat. Aoyama’s seat is behind Hagakure’s, beside him is Todoroki.
“Oh wow, Aoyama-kun!”
“Aoyama-chan, i see you also really like Pocky huh?”
Aoyama gave a “Merci”, as he takes a Pocky from them, he then meaninglessly brushed his hair aside and said: (aoyama being fabulous again i guess)
“I prepared my luggage until it was really late yesterday, and i accidentally overslept. I didn’t have time to eat breaskfast, that’s why I can at least eat some Pocky to feel better ☆“
“Can at least eat some Pocky, this way of saying is kinda disrespecting the Pocky you know, as it is made out of spiced salt biscuit sticks and chocolate mix together into a wonderful flavor.” (she protecc) (this part was really hard to translate because there are specific words that are not my level at all, oh who am i kidding my chinese sucks anyway)
As Ochako always save more and spends less, she tries hard to protect the delicious yet expensive biscuit. As she reminded herself, all the junk food was sent from her home. (she protecc again)
“Ok, I understand, Lady.”
As Aoyama ate finished his Pocky, he took out his mirror that was decorated with shiny and glittering decorations, and checks his face and uniform in different angles. (aoyama being precious)
“........So bright.”
Beside him, Todoroki who is sleepy, seems to be flashed by the reflected sunlight from the mirror, as his face crumples up. But Aoyama only said a “Sorry☆”, as he continues to look at the mirror beside the window, refuses to keep the mirror. (let my sleepy son sleep please ;-;)
“Ahh, me brighter than the dawn sun☆“ (bright boi)
“.......Aoyama-kun sure doesn’t give up that easily huh”
“That’s true, in some cases, it does looks cool.”
Ochako and Tsuyu are having a serious face while nodding. The seats behind them are Bakugou and Tokoyami Fumikage, who seems to not care about the rowdy atmosphere, they close their eyes like Aizawa. Bakugou is sleeping, while Tokoyami calmed his breathing, closes his eyes and rest. (i’m not sure about this part as well but just gonna go with it) Ojiro and Sero’s seats are at the most back part of the bus. Beside them are Mineta and Sato.
“Even if we can’t compete with Ashido, but trying something daring does sound exciting! Making loud noises to scare people also seems like fun.” (i supposed he meant that Ashido was always the person to try something daring)
“If it’s making loud noises, what about groping boobs from behind also seems like fun!” (fuck off mineta, we don’t need to talk about boobs stuff here)
“No, that’s just committing a crime.”
Ojiro was showing an uncomfortable expression while complaining (?) Sero who was talking away with Mineta. (precious ojiro) Beside Mineta was Sato, who’s opening a cute packaging. (for the word 吐槽, it still quite a new word, so i couldn’t find anything on the dictionary)
“Hey, you guys want some cotton candy? There’s vanilla, cocoa and strawberry flavors.” (precious sugar man as well)
“What, cotton candy boobs!?” (god i hate him so much)
Mineta’s brain seems to always mix things up with sex. Sitting in front of him are Shoji Mezo and Koda Koji, both of them aren’t talking much, so both of them are just really quite. Then, Shoji asked:
“Koda.”
“.......Do you want to sit beside the window?”
“Ah, there’s no need, it’s ok......”
“Well ok.”
Both of them went silent again. Then again, Bakugou and Tokoyami are also in the same row, that’s why that row is unexpectedly quite. (awkward beans)
“Yaoyorozu, do you want to listen to this? This song was an old song and was newly arranged for an instrumental music. I’m only listening to their songs these days.”
“Sure, I’m also interested .”
“Well let’s listen to it together then.”
In front of Shoji and Koda are Jiro and Yaoyorozu, both of them are listening music while sharing a pair of earphones. (cute)
I really like the interactions between the students, that’s why i feel a little disappointed that people didn’t translate the whole thing, and i’ll translate the part where they played shiritori (which is a japanese or chinese word game because we played it too, it just using the words last verb and use it in the start of the word or noun). there is a part i will not translate unless you people really wish to know because it was mineta’s part of the story, and i feel uncomfortable to even read it, i’ll make an exception if you guys really want to know the whole thing that happened.
i’ll have to leave inktober behind a bit for now, hopefully i can resume back after i’m done with these translations.
It seems that i can’t put links in here anymore because it won’t appear in the search, so if you guys want to search for the other parts you have to look in my blog
this is part 2 
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Title: The City of Nightless Blossoms // Chapter III
Series: Owari no Seraph Pairing: Hyakuya Mikaela x Hyakuya Yuuichirou Rating: M (18+) Summary: The year is 1814. Isolated from the rest of the world, and under the strict military rule of the Tokugawa Shogunate, Japan successfully enters a period of social and economic stability, ending the political upheavals from centuries past. Even so, beneath the veneer of peace lies corruption amongst the ranks of government, excess and decadence, and the threads of the established social order slowly beginning to unravel.
Hyakuya Yuuichirou is a young samurai from the daimyo house of Hiiragi, a powerful vassal to the current shogun. Vowing his allegiance to the master who had taken him in as a child, Yuuichirou soon finds his loyalties torn when the childhood friend he’s been searching for abruptly turns up…as a member of a rebel group looking to dismantle the current regime.
AO3
Shimogyou-ku, Kyoto, Japan
May 1814 (Bunka 11)
When the first rays of the rising sun delicately landed on his face through the open window, azure eyes blinked awake in gradual alertness, lifting a hand to brush away the strands of golden hair that had draped over his line of vision. The covers of the futon he currently lain in had long twisted away from the rough and tumble of lovemaking, eventually making its way onto the cold tatami mats. His smooth legs exposed to the chill of the morning hours, the blond couldn't help but shiver, drawing his legs close together so he could maintain what little warmth his thin yukata provided.
At his side, the torn remnants of his black and gold obi were crumpled in a sad heap, and he made a mental note to inform the okami later that day to add the replacement charges onto his patron's next bill; that sash alone had cost him a fortune, and he wasn't about to let this clumsy oaf of a man he had called "husband" last night get away with his brutishness.
Mikaela bit his lip in contemplation, massaging his temples while his eyes remained sharp with sternness and precision mentally calculating how much he should suggest to the okami in regards to charging interest, clicking his tongue when he came up with a reasonable sum. Along with the fact that the cloth was no longer salvageable, and really—just for the way he was crudely manhandled last night when his patron had pulled at his clothes in a drunken stupor, nothing less than triple the original cost would do.
With a nod and a quiet, satisfied sigh, his gaze absentmindedly wandered around the luxurious, tawdry room, taking in the velvet tapestries of red and orange that hung on the far wall. At the sight, his nose wrinkled in disapproval; despite his cultured tastes with fine clothes and beauty products, he was nothing if not a traditionalist at heart. He much preferred the simplicity of a home with minimal furnishings and the warmth of a hearth, rather than the inept way at which these idiotic merchants tried to display their money.    
Turning his head away, his eyes drifted to a serene painting of pelicans roaming across elegantly textured hills hanging next to the window. Somewhat surprised at seeing a painting so out of place within the room, the picture inexplicably lifted his spirits, enough to make him smile and forget about his annoyance with the torn sash.  
Letting out a quiet yawn, Mikaela tried to sit up, but instead immediately noticed the sickeningly sweet scent of bean paste and sake on his client's breath, soft snores blowing through his ear drums as the older man's arms abruptly wrapped themselves around his torso, his rough fingers pulling him into a tight embrace. Spooned against his burly chest, Mika had no choice but to lay still for a moment, rolling his eyes in impatience.
Closing his eyes, he brought a hand to gently caress his client's forearms, softly calling out to the other man, nudging him awake. "Lord Goshi, it's morning. Wouldn't you like to eat something for breakfast and start the day?"
His voice was soft and tender, full of artificial concern and attentiveness; a true actor in every sense of the word, he'd liked to think. Regardless, Mikaela willed himself to believe it, if only for the sake of maintaining his act and keeping his patron satisfied. This was, after all, a falsehood of his own making, a fantasy that he'd weaved expertly with his body and his words and his allures, all of it for his client's pleasure, with himself as the center of said dream world.
"Who are you supposed to be, my mother?" the other man grumbled, half in playful banter and the other half in seriousness (although Mika feigned innocence at that).
Mikaela lowered his eyes, his expression pensive. With his back pressed against the man's chest and his face turned away, the blond found that there was no need to hide the apathetic grimace of his mouth, that if he were allowed to be blunt with himself at that very moment, all he wanted was to shove the other man away from him so he could have the chance to gather his things together and get ready to leave.
Goshi Norito's allotted time with him had only been until midnight, and that was eight hours ago. Mika was in no mood to be giving away handouts, not when he could be doing other, more productive things with his time, instead of lazing about in this gaudy room. More than this, he wanted to go home and eat something more substantial than the food they'd fed him last night, which consisted of nothing more than cheap sweet buns soaked in sake and cold tea afterwards.
The servants who attended to them last night had given him unwelcoming looks, their displeasure at having to serve someone whom they thought was far beneath their station as apparent on their faces as his client's arousal was when the blond had finally discarded his robes, to parade himself in all his nakedness when it was time for his temporary husband to claim what he'd paid for.
For which case, Mika knew to himself that he couldn't entirely blame them. While the kind and gracious mistress of their household was away visiting her parents, their master was bedding whores left and right, his desire to rut as insatiable as a dog's.
He chewed his lip, trying not to scoff out loud in exasperation. The more his thoughts dwelled on the events of last night, the more he became increasingly indignant at the entire situation; he did not sacrifice years and years of training to be an established tayuu, of the precious time he could have spent living in peace with his family—only to be treated as a common prostitute in the end.
There was a vicious vindictiveness inside of him that wanted to be let out, desiring some sort of retribution to be paid to him for having endured the servants' disdain, if only to satisfy his own pettiness. He may be a whore, but he had his own pride to uphold, not just as a tayuu, but as a samurai. He would never allow himself to lower his eyes to the ground in deference just because he used his looks and his body for monetary gain.
Inwardly though, he sighed, knowing to himself that his stubbornness would get him nowhere in his current predicament. As a "wife" to this man, he expected complete obedience from him, a perfect copy of his real spouse in terms of her daintiness and mannerisms; Mika was more than aware of the fact that in order to keep on his good side, he would have to continue the farce of submissiveness.
So he kept the facade on for just awhile longer, until the servants could arrive and they've been given the go-ahead to serve their master his morning meal, in which case, he planned to make his escape then.    
"Of course not, my lord," Mika charmingly replied with practiced ease, lifting a hand to run his fingers over the other man's stubble, allowing for the latter to brush his lips past his wrist and towards his elbow. "But as your wife, it is my duty to—"
Before he could continue with whatever clever response he had on the tip of his tongue however, a loud knock was heard through the wooden shoji, and Goshi let out a frustrated sigh for having had what seemed like a promising banter with the blond interrupted, signaling for the servant on the other side to come in. The door slid open to reveal a maid holding two stacked trays of their breakfast, her eyes narrowed in an unreadable expression while she addressed her master, ignoring the other man in the room.
Not missing the glare that the maid had sent his way as soon as she opened the door, Mikaela dropped his hand to his lap as decorum demanded, hiding the amusement in his eyes while he lowered his gaze in acquiescence to her barging in on them.
His compensation for last night was given to him after all, Mika thought with some contentment. Of course, he was nothing if not fiendish for finding some level of diversion at watching the servant's evident unease with the level of intimacy that was so obvious between him and her master, but just this once, he allowed himself to indulge.
"Lord Goshi, I've brought you your meal," she stated in a somewhat passive tone, as if she were merely addressing a common farmer out in the streets. "The lady Mikaela's—that is, your guest's escort home had also arrived about an hour ago and is waiting by the front gate."
"Oh, it's you, Shigure. I didn't expect you to show your face this early," Goshi replied nonchalantly, scratching his chin as he made a move to sit up on the futon, adjusting his yukata so that he looked somewhat decent in front of his hired help.
"Not at all, sir. The mistress is due back from her parents' house in about two hours; I merely thought to remind you of it, so that you may be ready to welcome her home."
Mika's smile only grew wider, bringing the sleeve of his robe to cover his mouth, for which neither Goshi nor the servant named Shigure allowed to go unnoticed. While the master of the house tried to hide his own amusement, the latter's face could only turn red at having brought on an awkward silence between the three of them.
From the corner of his eyes, the blond noticed how the young servant had bitten her lip in embarrassment, without a doubt cursing Mikaela in the privacy of her mind.
Indeed, her timing couldn't be welcome at any other time. Mika nodded his head, turning his attention back to his patron. "Well then, my dear, it seems we will have to continue this another time then."    
He made a move to stand, letting the yukata he wore fall to his shoulders, so that it would be entirely clear to the one who had interrupted their moment that by no means was he a woman, but rather all male—his flat stomach chiseled and slim, his muscles broad and smooth, diligently earned through routine physical activity, but mostly hidden beneath folds of satin and silk on a daily basis.
This time, Shigure couldn't keep the shock from appearing on her face, and she let out a loud cough, turning her head away as she bowed to Mika in begrudging deference, her hands gripping the tray so tightly she may very well have been on the verge of getting ready to hurl the food across the hall.
Mikaela tried with all his might to keep from chuckling too loudly, lightly bowing to the servant in return as he moved away from the futon and proceeded to pick up his robes and hair accessories that littered the floor, leaving her to go about finally serving her master his breakfast.
When he had finally stepped out of the gate and strode near the waiting palanquin, the bearers who would bring him home crudely whistled towards his direction upon the sight of him approaching, their expressions coy and lustful, eyeing him up and down as if he were a piece of meat for all of them to feast on. Giving them the full onslaught of his glare however, they immediately muttered their apologies, assisting him while he crouched down to climb onto the lone seat. Silently, he pulled the worn curtain across the small opening of the cart and knocked on the shutters once to let them know that they could start making their way back.
The last thing he needed was to unintentionally let these fools think that they could make catcalls at him, and that he would give them so much as an acknowledgement for unwanted "flattery." He made a move to open his coin purse and threw them all a silver coin each to keep their mouths shut, hollering at them not to dawdle.
Afterwards, he pulled out the rest of the pins and combs that had been hastily clipped together in his hair while he'd prepared for his trip back to the tea house, loosening his robes while he rolled his shoulders to let out the tension that had gathered from last night's activities. Somewhat indifferently, he dumped the handful of hair accessories on the other side of the palanquin, letting his hair hang loose for a moment, before he pulled out a silk cord from his sleeve, tying his hair together in a low tail.
As he crossed his arms in an effort to relax and ease his mind after having had to deal with a rough morning with his patron and the insufferable bearers, the gentle lull of the rocking cart eventually made him feel drowsy, and soon, his eyes had drifted closed, his breathing even and relaxed while he tried to look forward to the warm bath that would be waiting for him as soon as he arrived.
Before he could fully doze off to sleep however, he heard the heavy stomp of footsteps coming closer from outside, and he jolted awake, his annoyance coming back at full force. Letting out a loud scoff, Mika gritted his teeth, parting the curtains halfway to see the source of the noise, the ire in his eyes obvious.
Just as he'd slid the cloth away, his gaze landed on the profile of a young woman with auburn-colored hair, the emblem of the Goshi family painted exquisitely on the side of her palanquin.
She looked refined and solemn, her cinnamon-tinted eyes distant as she watched the road ahead of her, the polished gleam of her hair clip catching the sun, while the kimono she wore was of a vibrant blue silk, stitched with green lilies. She was as noble as any high-born lady was, the features of her face feminine with a heart-shaped chin and rosy cheeks, brimming with subservience.
And yet, it was but a brief moment, their carts artlessly passing by one another just as quickly as they had met in the middle of the road, the moment of the atrocious almost-meeting between wife and lover fleeting all too quickly.
Mikaela's eyes had widened in surprise, before a mixed look of curiosity and contemplation settled on his face, reflecting back on the somber lady he'd seen.
So that was Goshi Sayuri, the wife of his bed partner from last night.
Rumor has it that the Lady Sayuri had not been Goshi's first choice of a wife when he had come of age to marry eight years ago; he had been helplessly in love with another woman, a servant of his household at that, and had planned to elope with her. As a means to survive while they searched for a place to settle down, he had taken a number of priceless jade and pearls from the family treasury, along with a large bundle of silk. He hadn't been very thorough about his spoils however, so it didn't take long for his family to figure out the clumsy heist.
Eventually, his father quickly found out about the sordid affair. As punishment for his son's reckless actions, he had the servant badly beaten and thrown out of the estate, without even the wages that were still owed to her.
She had not been seen since then.
The marriage between Goshi and the Lady Sayuri's family was arranged three months after the incident, apparently as a means to quell the rumors going around town. Still, it's the nature of gossip to circulate, like a weed of sorts, no matter what the circumstances. Despite the Hanayori family's trepidations about giving their daughter to the louse of a man like Goshi Norito, the pre-offered court position that was presented to Lady Sayuri's brother by the Goshi patriarch, as well as the coveted connection with a direct link to the Emperor's family, was too hard to pass up; in the end, they had sacrificed their daughter in order to cement their social standing.
And last night, while Goshi Norito's wife was away visiting her family, her husband was having an expensive dalliance with none other than himself.
He bit his lip at the last thought, feeling only the slightest ounce of regret shadow over his heart temporarily, before he shook the guilt away, casually flinging the concern out of his mind as if it were some insignificant consequence, burying it with other trivial matters.
As a loyal and paying customer, Goshi Norito was no different from the other handful of men and women he'd been with in the tenure of his career as a tayuu. So long as they had the gold and silver to pay for his services, therefore ensuring his place within the tea house, and in turn, his family's continued safety and well-being back in Edo, he had no scruples in sleeping with married spouses. In which case, it was none of his business anyhow; whatever marital problems the Lady Sayuri and her husband had, it was no concern of his whatsoever.
In the back of his mind however, he couldn't help but feel that his childhood friend would have probably reprimanded him for such a heartless outlook. Again, he shook his head fervently, letting out a weary, tired sigh.
'One day, it would all have been worth it, Yuu-chan. I promise...' he thought with earnest, almost fanatical hope, summoning the beautiful green eyes he so dearly loved inside his mind, remembering his innocent smile. 'Just awhile longer, and we'll be together again soon.'
For the rest of the way, the journey was quiet and uneventful, just the way he'd preferred it, without the fanfare that accompanied him to Goshi Norito's estate last night. The loud procession the okami of their tea house insisted on every time he was asked to make a house call grated on his nerves, the way the onlookers stared at him with either an awed look or cruel expression on their faces, his outward appearance enough to have some of the men's wives giving him chilling death glares.
While he had no problem sleeping with married clients, by no means was he trying to encourage adulterous affairs either. On the contrary, he trained himself from the beginning not to have much preference regarding his clientele. While he had his high standards, of course, the stature of their marital circumstances were of no consequence to him (although to anyone else who would have listened to his rationale, this was probably hard to believe).
Regardless, it was no use thinking of such things, when all was said and done. Shaking his head, he let out another loud yawn, and crossed his arms once more, letting the rocking of the palanquin soothe and quiet his mind and within minutes, drifted off to sleep, thankfully that time, uninterrupted.
The tea house was in a flutter of activity when he finally arrived, dismissively waving off the bearers to help themselves to some snacks and refreshments in the kitchens. While the loud plucks of shamisens by the new trainees echoed throughout the thin walls of the large estate, several of the maids were running to and fro past him, carrying bundles of folded kimonos, boxes of makeup, and hair accessories, assisting the courtesans who were due for their appointments soon with clients.
Still, it was rare for everyone in the house to be up and about, and wondering as to why there was so much commotion, wandered into his shared quarters with another tayuu, his brows lifting in surprise when he saw the petite young woman expertly gliding her hands through her long, pink tresses in front of the bronze mirror, weaving them in intricate loops through the patterned head piece she wore. The purple shawl wrapped around her back accentuated her slim figure, her posture elegantly arched while her feet were tucked beneath her, not the slightest hint of fatigue.
"You usually let the servants do your hair, Kururu. What's the special occasion?" the blond asked pleasantly enough, sliding the shoji door closed before he settled himself beside her, helping her braid a section that was already parted.
"You mean you don't know, or you're just being coy?" the small lady asked, giving him a skeptical smile for a moment, before turning her attention back to her head piece. "That has always been one of your many talents, Mika. You know how to play naive...whenever the occasion calls for it anyway."
When the tea house had first accepted him as a member of their household, they had all been taken aback that the small, foreigner child standing in front of them was actually a boy, fluent in their language and mannerisms. They had been fascinated with him, as if he were some creature from a menagerie, the women especially jealous of his smooth skin, the ethereal countenance of his looks.
The okami however, had been a different story, instantly recognizing his worth and upon inspection, immediately set about beginning his lessons, first with dancing and the shamisen, then his reading and writing, the art of conversation and body language. Spending his time day by day in this brothel, he learned the arts and techniques required to successfully seduce a worthy lord or mistress he deemed suitable to his tastes, and much more, of course, if they had the money to line his pockets.
Two years his senior, Kururu too was a foreigner, with her crimson eyes and her hair the color of ripe plums, hailing from the distant Balkan lands in the West, some aspects of her culture very close to his native Russia, at least from what he could still remember of it. Like his father and himself, she had also been stranded on the islands as a young child, along with her brother; she had been on a ship bound for the Raj when a sudden storm had taken the vessel off course, and she found herself washed ashore months later on exotic, Oriental lands.
Sharing that connection, she had taken him under her wing, teaching her newfound friend of the unspoken rules that were the absolute creed within the tea house, advised him of the deep-seated rivalries that went on behind closed doors between the men and women here, and about those who could be bribed easily for leads on new clients and information.  
In turn, the blond helped her with her studies, guiding her through the subjects that came more easily to him (reading and writing, no surprise), especially the numerous Chinese characters she needed to know in order to properly write and correspond her letters to her preferred clients.
It was a relationship founded on an equal need for one's own basic survival, one that eventually blossomed into a genuine reliance and indeed—respect for each other's talents. In a gilded world such as theirs where favor and gold coins were of equal weight and value, they both wisely recognized that merely being jealous of each other's strengths would achieve nothing and simply put, be detrimental to their goals.
Mikaela merely let out a smile in response to her tart remark, picking up a dark violet-colored ribbon to entwine within the delicate braid, looping it through one of the holes on the headpiece when he was finished. Standing up for a moment, he moved on the other side of her and picked up another section of her hair, casually continuing their conversation. "For once, I'll beg ignorance. I haven't seen you in a couple of days, so I honestly thought you decided to elope somewhere."
For a split second, Mikaela swore that he saw the latter's eyes darken in such a prospect, as if she'd been tempted by the Devil himself, but the look vanished as soon as it had appeared, replaced by a playful gaze, one full of amusement while the tassels pinned to her hair jiggled as she let out a snort and a chortle, although the blond couldn't tell whether she'd just taken him seriously or not. "Don't be so foolish. The okami would have my head for a large bounty if that ever happened."
Still, Mika went along with it, gently probing her a little more. "So where were you then? And where are you going now? I'm curious," he said with a more persuasive tone, giving her one of his charming, seductive smiles, one she'd personally taught him to employ more often.
She gave him one of her own sultry smiles in return, staring at his reflection for a moment, before finally answering his question—part of it anyway. "To your first inquiry, my lips are sealed. For your second question..."
She paused, the expression on her face becoming somber, unusually subdued. This time, she let out a slow, uneasy expression, bringing a hand to cover his own and lightly squeezing it, speaking once more after she'd let out an uneven sigh. "As to who I'm visiting tonight...it is none other than the Lord Hiiragi Kureto himself."
Mikaela's eyes widened at hearing the man's name, before his shoulders slumped, nodding his head in sympathy. "I see...in which case, I do hope you'll be careful then."
Kururu nodded her head and said nothing more, weaving the last of her hair through the metal band, her eyes concentrated on the reflection before her. For awhile, neither one of them said another word, while Mikaela watched her movements with appreciation; one of these days, he'll have to ask her if he can borrow the head piece, and try on the hair pattern for himself.
He stood up from where he sat, moving closer to the window to gaze out towards the streets, the throng of afternoon activity at full swing down below, geisha and street performers walking along with the crowds, the savory scent of fried squid and boiled dumplings making his stomach grumble with hunger. Perhaps in a little while, he'll go down to the kitchen and see if he can pilfer a riceball or two. While he had been invited to a private dinner with one of his clients later that tonight, and would no doubt be well-fed this time around, going with only a half-empty stomach was probably still the safer choice, in the event they chose to shortchange him too.
Nonchalantly, his thoughts drifted to Hiiragi Kureto, discreetly looking over his shoulder, his eyes quietly watching as the pink-haired woman began to apply her makeup, abruptly picking up a bell and ringing it loudly so that a servant came rushing into the room within minutes to assist her.
While he's never actually entertained the powerful lord himself, the rumors in Shimabara were rampant about the aforementioned man, half of them believable, but none of them especially reassuring. As the first son and heir to the noble family Hiiragi, he had all the wealth and privilege afforded his rank, but none of the restrictions (that was reserved for his half-sister, the yamato nadeshiko, Mahiru). A man of otherworldly tastes, he bedded both men and women, whoever had the occasion to strike his fancy. On the surface, he was a natural gentleman, charismatically mysterious and charitable to those lucky enough to earn his favor.
But there were other, seedier rumors as well; many often whispered that he was a secret spy for his family, and whatever dirt he had on someone, noble or commoner, were usually more than enough for his father, the noble Lord Tenri, to make a move against them. And to the oiran population of Kyoto, this was notably troubling, considering the fact that they have all entertained more than their fair share of the Emperor's and shogun's officials and could just as easily be incriminated, should they ever be caught in a scandal with their clients.
Many often called him the Snake of Kyoto, a dark, perplexing persona that no man or woman would ever be able to handle. And as much as it pained him to admit it, the thought of his own vulnerability against said man made him lurch with uneasiness, knowing that all that he'd ever sacrificed and worked for, could easily be overturned by his rumored shrewdness.
If he remembered correctly however, this would be Kururu's third time entertaining the Lord Kureto. While he's never had the occasion to broach the subject with her, he licked his lips uneasily, waiting for the servant to finish up her task of lining Kururu's eyes with gold paint, before he decided to carefully broach the topic.
"Are you fond of him...?" Mikaela asked quietly, moving into a corner of the room and sitting himself comfortably against the tatami once more, his eyes following the movement of her hands as she swept the brush of rouge against her lips.
"I'm as fond of him as I am with all my other clients," she replied in a monotone voice, one that the blond couldn't help but chuckle at. She tilted her gaze towards his direction, pouting when he just continued to giggle to himself.
"And what do you find so funny?"
"You," he replied without a second thought, straightening out his shoulders, folding his hands within the sleeve as he met her gaze. "You told me earlier that my talent lies at knowing how to be coy, but thinking about it now...you were my teacher, after all."
She looked thoughtful for a moment, before she laid down the brush and let out an annoyed sigh. She stood up and walked over to her chests, pretending to mull over which comb would look best with her head piece. "What did you honestly expect me to say? I neither hate him nor like him, he's quite frankly the same as all the rest."
"But is he kind to you? Is he...a good lover?" he probed a little bit deeper, refusing to turn away when she turned her head sharply towards his direction, her hair whipping, her eyes as sharp as the kunai he kept hidden in his chests.
"What are you trying to imply? That I can't satisfy him enough to satisfy me in return?"
"Nothing of the sort," Mikaela shrugged, giving her another smile of his, holding up his hands to defend himself. "I don't mean to imply anything like that. Only that...I hope you will keep yourself on your guard, for all of our sakes here."
"That goes without saying, doesn't it?"
"Of course. I know it does," Mikaela replied with playfulness in his voice, moving close to her once more and leading her back to her mirror and paints. Encouraging her to relax, he grabbed the small brush and lifted his hand to tilt her chin upwards, stroking her cheekbones with a flourish of color, the magenta rouge creating a pretty gradient with her light skin. When he was finished, he closed the case of powders and moved away, letting her do the finishing touches on her own.
After a little while, she stood and moved to tie the large sash in front of her kimono, making sure that were no blemishes or imperfections to her makeup, tightening the pins curled around her hair. She licked her lips, making the paint glisten and luscious enough to kiss.
Then she spoke, quietly this time, but all the same startling him from his reverie.
"He is kind..." she began, finally answering his question from earlier. She continued to inspect herself in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, a certain aura of vainness emanating from her desirable, haughty expression. "As kind as any man could be who chooses to openly bed a whore, while it's generally known that he's engaged to another woman."
This piqued the blond's interest, and his eyebrows lifted in response to her comment, for which she deftly ignored and continued on.
"Didn't you know, my dear Mika?"
"No, I couldn't say I do. Who's the lucky lady?" His voice was full of sarcasm, the biting wit ready to leap from the tip of his tongue.
She looked around for a moment, making sure that no servants or maids lurked outside their room, before she walked over to where the blond sat, crouching low so she could whisper in his ear. "Well...here's some piece of news you don't hear every day: in public, he's known to be engaged to the Lady Sangu Aoi."
Mikaela blinked in confusion, turning his head to look into her eyes, peering into their depths. "'In public'...? What's the purpose of a sham engagement?"
"The answer is simple enough," she giggled, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her outfit. "To hide something, obviously, for what other purpose could it have?"
"What in the world could they possibly hide behind a fake pledge of marriage, it doesn't make any sense."
"It doesn't...unless..." she paused, waiting for the other man to figure it out on his own, her face not bothering to hide the fact that she was having fun with their little guessing game of intrigue. Moving behind him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her chin on his shoulder. "You're a lot smarter than this Mika. Surely you can figure it out."
The blond ignored the way the other woman made circular motions with her index finger on his chest, bringing a hand instead to his chin, his eyes concentrated on a spot on the tatami mat while he tried to wrack his brain for an answer to a situation he found very odd indeed.
Nothing in his mind could really justify anything that could be well-concealed behind a fake pledge; to be brutally honest, marriage in general was as fickle as the direction of the wind. Faithfulness in one was like trying to locate a needle in a hay stack, a thing of such rarity as to be almost considered myth in their society. If anything, a sham engagement wouldn't really be able to hide anything of value and in and of itself, could simply be a camouflage for—
He lifted his head abruptly, letting out a small gasp as his eyes widened in understanding, turning to look over his shoulder as he voiced his suspicions. "In public, he's engaged to Lady Aoi, but in reality...he's engaged to someone else."
It wasn't a question coming from his lips, but rather a confirmation. "The engagement to Lady Aoi is a front for his real marriage plans."
Kururu nodded in giddiness, twirling a lock of Mikaela's hair between her fingers. "Yes, that's right. He actually plans to marry his other half-sister, the Lady Shinoa."
Mikaela's mouth curled in disgust for a moment, before he remembered himself, letting out a loud cough while his cheeks turned red at the prospect of such a foreign idea to him; even now, there are still such things that confounded him about this island country's unusual ways. "His own flesh and blood in matrimony...it's quite difficult to imagine. Given his reputation however, it's not difficult why he'd make such a decision for himself."
Kururu giggled once more, running her hands down his chest, but before she could pry open his gi, her fingers were politely stopped by his own, and she gave him a sour expression, before moving away, her pride slightly injured. Regardless, she ignored it, her voice coming out as distant, if not somewhat impressed. "Once you've caught on, it doesn't take long for you to fit the pieces together. How enviable a talent that is."
"You flatter me, but as always, it's hard to take it to heart."
Kururu turned to look over her shoulder, her voice as seductive as the scent of her perfume. "I flatter for flattery's sake, that is all. In the end, it's up to you to take it or leave it."
Mikaela shrugged at her words, choosing instead to appreciate the color combination of her kimono, making a mental note to himself to copy it for another time.
"Well...I think it's about time for me to go and entertain my dearest Lord Kureto," she announced, ringing the bell to summon a servant to fetch the bearers and the okami. "What do you think, Mikaela? Do I look beautiful today?"
The blond nodded his head in agreement, giving her his approval. "Very much so. I imagine that when you step outside the gate and into the streets, all the jealous women will want to gouge your eyes out before you have the chance to ensnare anybody, let alone the Lord Kureto himself."
Kururu couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, her voice echoing outside their room for anyone to hear her. "Then by all means, I am ready."
The bamboo forest behind the large tea house provided him with the perfect sanctuary he personally found much more preferable to a local dojo while he practiced his kata. The air was crisp and clear here, the wind rustling through the smooth leaves, the scent of fresh grass and greenery comfortably blanketing his environment. There was not a cloud in sight, and the large grove provided a wonderful shade so that it was relatively cool, and thus, there was no need to worry that his skin would gain any unsightly sunspots from prolonged activity outdoors.
Effortlessly, he posed in a traditional fighting stance, the sheath of his katana and wakizashi secured perfectly on his hip, sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he slashed his way through imaginary enemies, his senses fully alert.
He expertly cut through the air, the sounds of his swords' movements gratifying in his ears, his strikes ringing like faraway bells. Though Guren had granted him his genpuku gifts months ago through his future brother-in-law, the Lord Shinya, by no means would he allow himself to become lackluster in the art of the sword, merely because he'd finally earned the coveted title of "samurai."
A code of honor, Mikaela liked to think to himself, to live by. And though the sword and the daily practice of mastering a killing weapon was inherently different from his life as a tayuu, a strange contrast to his penchant for makeup and fine cloths, the blond nonetheless loved the vigorous activity of training. It was comical, in its own way; while many knew his gender as a trained courtesan, there were only a few souls outside the tea house who knew that he was also a swordsman (though there were even less people, both in and out of the estate, who knew he fought in the name of Ichinose and their main standard).
Besides, his daily regimen of performing his kata out in the woods was something he genuinely looked forward to, away from the intrigues and resentments of the tea house where he had a few blessed hours to himself. Here in this forest, he could clear his thoughts, and let his mind wander away, and within this privacy he created in the world of the bamboo forest, he could indulge himself with thoughts of his family, the hope burning in his heart kept alive with his fervent desire to reunite with them soon.
'Akane may be getting married soon,' he thought fondly to himself; Guren had sent him a missive about a month ago that another man under his tutelage, one who went by the name of Saotome Yoichi, had been taken in with his adopted sister and that they were currently courting. While they've only had a brief exchange of letters here and there, he distantly remembered Shinya describing the younger man to him: gentle, playful, and somewhat proficient with a bow and arrow.
Whether the courtship would come to anything or not, he hoped that Akane would nonetheless be happy with the prospects of a potential husband. She'd always had a nurturing nature, deeply instilled in her as the eldest female of their family; having a child of her own would be a blessing for her, indeed.
And yet, despite his quiet, well-wishes for her, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of melancholy cloud over his meditations.
At this point in time, he was more than ready to admit that contrary to what Shinya has often commented about his cool, seemingly nonchalant attitude in response to having to live away from his loved ones, it wasn't that he didn't miss them. Far from it; only that, he has fought with himself so many times not to give into his anguish at having to live apart from them that the loneliness he felt had gradually become a familiar companion.
In other words, he was used to it.
Even still, though he was not there to share in his family's lives in these ten years, it was a sacrifice Mika was willing to painfully abide by, if it meant keeping them safe and secure. His bargain with Guren, always hanging as a dark cloud in the back of his mind, sometimes drove him to fits of despair, but thankfully, they never lasted long, the inner willpower he'd strengthened in these long, lonely years becoming a pillar of support to his heart.
So long as he had his periodic messages from his family's benefactor, his mind was at ease, for the most part, and he could focus on his end of the deal: maintain the pretense of a popular, but simple tayuu, while also acting as a spy on Guren's behest. In turn for keeping his family safe and under his wing, with the protection of the Ichinose name to guard them, Mika will be his eyes and ears, his secret agent specifically here in Shimabara, in which the red-light district was increasingly becoming the center of political intrigue.
His sword cut through a lose clump of leaves, his breath heaving in short pants while he continued his swordplay, the quick movement of his feet incredible to anyone who would have chosen to watch him.
He heard the distant rumbling of thunder far away, spotting the foreboding clouds. In the corner of his eye, the glossy sheen of a bamboo leaf caught itself under the sun's glare, creating a surreal color full of life, like the Tsar of his homeland's crown jewels, glistening so vividly. Glancing towards the leaf's direction, he let out a small smile, as if in remembrance.
There was one other reason he loved this grove so much, and he often thought to himself that if he could, he wouldn't have minded living his life here, surrounded by peaceful vegetation.
The lovely shades of leaves reminded him of Yuuichirou's unforgettable, vibrant eyes, his headstrong nature, the kindness in which he'd shown him when they first met. It was the memories of those short few years when they had lived together that kept his loneliness at bay, giving Mika the strength he needed to keep holding onto his hopes for the future.
"I miss you so much, Yuu-chan..." he murmured to himself as he stood up straight, lifting his face towards the sky as he took in the looming clouds up ahead, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. He took a deep breath, letting the fresh onslaught of rain wash away the grime of his training, the stain of dirt that had splattered from the intensity of his movements. The cool sensation of moisture surrounding him helped ease the tensions on his shoulders, and without a single care, brought a hand to pull the cord that held his long hair together, letting the strands of golden yellow fall on his back.
It had been Yuuichirou's birthday some days ago, and Mikaela had celebrated in his own way by writing a letter to him (unsent, of course), to wish him well on his coming of age, how he longed to see him, and as soon as his mission here in Shimabara was finished and over with, his Yuu-chan would be the first person he would set out to look for.
The letter was full of embarrassing, if not gaudy sentiments, as if he were some lovesick lover waiting for their lord and master. But the blond liked to think that he was a little more than a man with a crush on his best friend; the feelings had always been there, ever since they were young, but he had kept it secretly within the crevices of his heart, cherishing and nurturing it carefully, his own personal beacon of light.
He often wondered to himself how Yuuichirou was doing; in fact, perhaps it wasn't so farfetched to say that he was a little more than obsessed with him. Was he eating well? How was his training going with Guren? Did he love practicing with the sword as much as he did?  Mayhaps they can even be sparring partners in the future, the blond would so dearly love that.
...did Yuuichirou miss him, as much as Mika missed his best friend?
Mikaela's breath hitched, his chest aching for a few seconds before he calmed himself down, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, letting out deep breaths, counting slowly in his mind.
It was this accursed sort of thinking he often fought off, days at a time, afraid as he was to entertain such silly thoughts, or so he persuaded himself, for his Yuu-chan had always been a kind and sentimental boy, and he wouldn't be so cruel as to forget him...would he?
He closed his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he breathed in and out slowly, his concentration turned inwards to calm the beating of his chest, to find his balance once more.
Soon...so very soon, he would see him again. It was only a matter of waiting, really. And for these past ten years, that is all Mikaela has ever done. The waiting, the doubts and fears, the desolation that ebbed away at the edges of his sanity...they were all his companions for this weighty sacrifice he chose to burden himself with.
Mikaela let out an uneasy smile, barely registering the heavy rain that soaked him to the bone.
Yes...the waiting, for all the morbidity his situation encapsulated, has become something akin to a dear companion for him. For what it was worth, he could afford to wait just a little more.
It was mid-afternoon when he entered through the back gates of the tea house, his clothes dripping wet that for a moment as soon as he'd walked in, the servants had simply gawked at him, before they made their customary greetings, swiftly handing him some fresh towels to dry himself off with. While he gave them instructions to immediately prepare his robes for his evening appointment, he made a mental note to himself to be more careful in the future with the timing of his return from his training sessions.
Not many people ventured out into the bamboo groves all that often, but it wouldn't do good for some careless servant to accidentally walk in on him and suddenly find themselves watching while he trained. Besides that, the sight of a man with a weapon at his side was never really a welcoming sight to any of the attendants who knew nothing of the tea house's other functions.
Best not to frighten them, in any case.
Changing into a fresh yukata, he unrolled the futon that sat idly by the corner, letting his eyes drift off, taking advantage of the momentary peace and quiet he's been given before he needed to get ready for later that evening.
Just as he was about to give himself up into the throes of sleep however, he heard the flapping of wings by the open window, the sound of a pigeon's soft coos brushing away the remnants of his drowsiness. Rubbing his eyes, he walked over to the window where the bird stood patiently, especially trained to recognize Mika's location, tilting his head this way and that.
Petting the pigeon's head fondly, Mikaela took the small piece of parchment attached on the animal's left ankle, noting the distinct stamp of Guren's name. 'What does this old man want?'
He unrolled the scrap piece of paper and began to read:
'Yuuichirou will be arriving in Kyoto shortly. Prepare yourself.'
He blinked, not knowing what to think at first.
He paused, then took a deep breath, pausing again, before his eyes read the words once more; as if in a crazed, mindless state, he briefly wondered if he didn't hallucinate them, or perhaps he had died and this was a message sent to his spirit by the gods. When the words finally registered in his mind moments later, he let out a couple, disbelieving gasps, his eyes unblinking.
Lowering the note, he looked up at the ceiling, his expression still filled with an insupportable amount of shock.
He is coming here. To Kyoto.
His eyes brimming with astonishment, his mouth slowly stretched into a hopeful, buoyant smile, and he brought the note to his lips, kissing it lightly with what could only be described as devout elation.
So it would seem the years of endless, dreary waiting were finally coming to an end, at last.
'Yuu-chan.'
If you made it this far, thanks so much for reading! If you can spare a minute or two, I'd love to hear what you guys thought of the chapter!
Just a small note this time! :3
Tayuu - Although the term "oiran" meant that these group of male/female courtesans were considered upper class within the red-light districts of Japan, "tayuu" was considered the top dog title within the classification of "oiran". Tayuu had the luxury of picking their clients, and even rejecting them, if they so wished. Their services were usually four or five times higher than what a regular oiran charged and when they slept with their customers, they would temporarily gain the status of a "spouse." It was customary for clients to remain loyal to only a single tayuu, in order to avoid rivalries amongst the often too-prideful entertainers.
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