#naoya would lose his mind even if he knows you’re fucking with him
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can’t stop thinking about being assigned a new mission and when the elders tell you that you’re partnered with zen’in naoya for it, you plaster a confused look on your face and say “who’s that?” just to watch him throw a fit
#bee chats#naoya would lose his mind even if he knows you’re fucking with him#this man has absolutely zero chill#cannot stand you not acknowledging his prestige within the community#whether or not you fuck it out with him is up to you#(i would)#this man is trash but ig i’m dumpster diving for him 😭
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Loved You Then, Love You Now- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 1: Zenin Clan/Meeting)
TW: drinking, abuse, blood
3/31/07:
It’s pitch black outside. You’re struggling to make your way back to the Zenin estate. You’re coming back from a mission, one that was too difficult for you to handle as a grade 2 sorcerer yet you were forced to go regardless of that.
Growing up in a place as wretched as the Zenin Clan is already draining on its own, but being the sister of Naoya Zenin makes it even worse on top of the fact that you’re not a typical sorcerer. You specialize in the areas of RCT healing and martial arts. But what sets you aside from other healers is you’re able to regenerate larger parts of the body in a shorter amount of time. So naturally, you’re not qualified enough to be sent on missions meant for grades 1 or higher.
The mission went horribly. It was a semi grade 1 cursed spirit lurking in a nearby hospital. You took multiple blows, almost losing consciousness a few times. The only reason you managed to make it out was because you put every last ounce of strength and willpower into a single hit.
You’re almost crawling back to the estate, nearly falling to the ground from how much blood you’re losing, buckets of red staining the surface beneath you. There are numerous open wounds and multiple fractured bones. You’ve used RCT to heal minor injuries, but you’re losing an impeccable amount of blood with a large gash across your stomach, making it difficult to concentrate on healing yourself.
You’re hoping that nobody’s awake at the moment. You would never be able to live this down. You’re already belittled every day by the horrid men you’ve been forced to be around for the last 17 years. Thankfully, your father, Naobito allowed you to enroll to Jujutsu Tech after months of begging. You leave tomorrow.
Much to your demise, the lights in the large mansion are on and shuffling can be heard from the inside.
Your body can’t handle it anymore, you’re starting to see specks of white. Nothing feels real. You can’t even feel the clothes on your body anymore, only the blood soaking through them. You collapse on the grass, lying in a pool of your own blood.
The door is swung open and a voice you know and dread all too well hits your ears.
“You can’t take one simple fucking cursed spirit? You really are useless. I should’ve killed you the moment mom gave birth to you.” That voice only made you shake in fear. You could recognize it from miles away as none other than your nefarious older brother.
You can’t spout back a response, only coughing up blood. His degradation is humiliating. Your heart gets heavier with every word that leaves his mouth. He never fails to make you question your ability as a sorcerer.
He begins walking down the stairs, closer to where you are.
Each sound of his feet slapping against the concrete makes your blood run cold.
No, no, no ,no.
That’s the only thing running through your mind.
“Look at you. Nearly passed out like the weak bitch you are. You're good for nothing. You won’t make it out there.” His tone is piercing, full of disappointment and mockery. He finds it pathetic how hard you try again and again to prove yourself.
He kneels in front of you and grabs an angry fistful of your hair, yanking your head up. You can feel your brain banging against the side of your skull, causing you to groan out in pain.
He’s looking at you with nothing but hatred. He sees you as lower than scum, worthless with no purpose. To him, you’re just a waste of space.
“How can you call yourself a healer but can’t even save yourself? How will you save others? One day, you’ll watch the most important person in your life die right in front of you and it’ll be all your fault. Nobody told you to be fucking useless.”
He spits in your face and slams your head down on the ground which sends a painful shock throughout your entire body.
“Stop, Naoya! Stop it!” Your vocal cords feel like they’re tearing. It’s the first and last thing you’re able to scream at him before coughing up more blood, nearly throwing up your insides.
He releases his grip on your hair and stands up. For a moment, you begin to think he’s finally done tormenting you, but you couldn’t be more wrong. This wasn’t enough for him. He wants to see your soul crush and wither in front of his eyes.
He stares at your helpless body, about to beg him for help because you’re desperate to make it out of this alive, but he doesn’t care.
“Don’t open your mouth. Nobody’s going to help you. When will you realize you’re not wanted by anyone here? You’re lucky dad is sending you off to that stupid jujutsu school. He probably just wants to get rid of you. The only thing you can do is cook and fold laundry. Even so, you still don’t know your place in the clan or the world. You’re a woman. That’s all you’ll ever be. You won’t be desired for who you are because you're nobody. If you get lucky, a man might keep you around as a house pet to do his chores.”
Disgust, hatred, disappointment, anger.
They’re the only things he’s ever spoken to you with ever since you were little. The older you grew, the more he resented you. The slaps and pinches turned into kicks and blows to the face, smashing your head against the wall whenever he got the chance.
You can’t do anything but stare right back up at him, barely being able to make out the scowled expression on his face due to your hazy vision. Tears spill from your eyes, mixing with the dirt smeared on your cheeks.
He kicks you once.
Twice.
Three times.
Stepping on your broken ribs, he watches your face contort into one of pure pain and misery, unable to cry or shout because your throat is filled with nothing but blood.
“You’d better have your shit packed. I want you out of the house by noon sharp tomorrow. If you aren’t, I’ll make sure the rest of your life is a living hell.” He walks away, slamming the door of the estate, leaving you to rot outside.
He means his words and you know it. There isn’t an ounce of a lie in there.
Your body feels sore all over. There are stabbing sensations, burning, and aches in every part of you. You almost feel disappointed in yourself. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you are useless. Look at you, dissolving in your blood, sweat, and tears.
You push your feeble body off the ground and crawl towards the stairs. Every limb in your body is screaming at you to stop and lay down, but you refuse.
…
After an agonizing 10 minutes, you get to the door. You reach up towards the doorknob and twist it open with your nimble fingers. Instantly, you’re hit with the smell of alcohol. It makes you nauseous and your nose twitches at the strong scent.
You look to your side to find your dad knocked out. There’s beer bottles everywhere, some of it spilling on the floor. He never changes. You doubt he ever will.
You wonder if Naoya’s right. Is your dad sending you to Jujutsu Tech for the sole purpose of getting rid of you? He never particularly expressed any hatred towards you, but he wasn’t there for you either. Everytime Naoya would torment you, your father would simply watch with empty eyes, like the sight of his young daughter being tossed around by her older brother didn’t bother him. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe he was too drunk out of his mind to care. Maybe he just didn’t love you. Naoya is the one he cares about, not you.
Sometimes you wish you could be loved by others too.
Am I unlovable?
You’ve been asking yourself that for as long as you can remember.
You were getting lost in your thoughts, staring at the sight of your passed out drunk father, silently asking him to love you until a sharp pain was felt in your abdomen. You wince out in pain and have to hold back the scream bubbling in your throat.
You’re still laying on the floor in a crawling position when you look back and see the trail of blood from the front door to where you are in the living room.
The sight makes you dizzy, you had never seen or lost so much blood.
You try as hard as you can to make it to the bathroom and when you do, it’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
You lean into the bathtub, turning the water on before stripping off your blood soaked clothes. You could wring it out and it’d be enough to fill gallons.
You look in the mirror and examine your body. A gash across your stomach, black eye, bruised lip, cuts and scabs make its way from your head to your toes. You look almost unrecognizable, a whole new person. You’d prefer it if you were. You want to be anyone but yourself right now. It’s pitiful in the worst way possible.
The entire estate is silent, everyone’s asleep. The only sound heard is the water filling up the tub.
The moonlight directly hits the bathroom window, shining down on your body and highlighting the things you wish you could erase.
The scar Naoya left on your body all those years ago won’t go away no matter how hard you try to remove it from both your body and your memory. It’s imprinted into your skin, a sign of weakness and a constant reminder that your brother never has and never will love you.
*Flashback*
It was the summer of 1995. You were 5 years old, Naoya was 14.
It was hot, too hot to stay inside all day. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the usually dark mansion. Summer was your favorite season, but now you think, no, you’re sure it’s your least.
Being the naive 5 year old you were, you had the idea to ask your “beloved” older brother to spend some time with you. Nobody else gave you attention. Who in the Zenin Clan would pay attention to the little girl who couldn’t do anything besides heal a couple cuts and small animals? You were too young and dumb to realize Naoya thought the same way.
“Naoya! Naoya! Let’s go play outside!” You eagerly opened his door to find him lying in bed, air conditioner set to the max whilst he aimlessly read a book on how to get stronger.
“No, you’re annoying. Go away.” His response was plain and blunt, but being as persistent as ever, you didn’t give up. You were dying to spend time with someone, talk to someone who wasn’t yourself.
“Please, please, please! It’s so hot outside! We can play with water balloons!”
Your whining and feet stopping on the wooden floor almost made a vein pop out of his head. Everything you did irked him.
“No! Stop talking to me! Go find something else to do with your pathetic life instead of bothering me! Make some fake food in the kitchen. It’s all you’re decent at.”
You grumble and walk further into his room, trying to find a way to get him to change his mind.
He glares at you, unwilling to cooperate or put up with this any longer.
Your stupid big eyes, and short h/c hair that barely passed your shoulders, unknowing to all the shit people said about you to your face and behind your back. You were only a kid, but that didn’t stop them. In their book, if you weren’t strong from birth and/or lacked a “real” cursed technique, you were useless. You, unfortunately fit into those categories.
You were clueless, only staring back at those who dehumanized you with a smile on your face, happy that you were receiving some sort of attention even if it was negative.
You had a doll in one hand and a teacup in the other. You were more than likely playing by yourself in your room before barging into his.
“What are you doing?” He asks, but you don’t respond. You were now sitting on his bed, stirring up a way to convince him into going with you. Bribery? Annoyance? Whining? Nothing would work on him. He was dead set on keeping you away from him as far as possible. So far, he wouldn’t be able to sense your presence within a 15 mile radius.
“Who said you could sit on my bed? Get the hell off!” He pushes you with his foot with enough force to knock you off, landing straight on the floor.
You let out a “hmph” and climb back on, arms folded over your chest.
“Why won’t you just play with me? I wouldn’t be sitting on your bed if you did.” You whined, a big pout replacing your previous expression.
“Because I hate you.” He said the words so casually, his eyes boring into your soul.
You blinked at him, unfamiliar with the newfound feeling of dread and sadness. Instead of just smiling back like you normally would, you began to cry. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, landing onto his bed. Hearing those words come from him hurt more than it did from anyone else. You knew what the word “hate” meant, and having it thrown at you by the one you looked up to most hurt your small, fragile heart.
He didn’t console you, nor did he apologize. Instead, He grabbed your arm and pinched you with all his might, the flesh instantly bruising.
You only continued to cry more, dropping your things on the ground, the teacup shattering as water spilled out and onto his bedroom floor. It made him angrier. He pushed you out of his room and into a glass table in the dining room, shoving you into it. The table broke on impact from the amount of sheer force he was handling you with. A piece got stuck in the area where he pinched you. Blood trickled down your arm as your cries turned into wails. You sat on the floor, surrounded by glass as your high pitched voice could be heard throughout the entire estate, but nobody came to check on you. They didn’t care enough to do so.
You were looking up at Naoya, clutching your arm, expecting an apology, but it never came. He landed a harsh slap across your face before going back into his room.
You sat in disbelief. It was the most hurtful thing anyone did to you.
*End Flashback*
And here you stood, 12 years later, examining that same mark that’s forever ingrained into you.
You hate it, you hate this life, you hate it here, you hate Naoya.
You wish you could crawl out of your skin and bury yourself away in a hole.
The more you look at your face in the mirror, the more distorted your reflection becomes. You’ve lost complete sense of yourself. Who even are you? Can you call yourself a sorcerer? When was the last time you saved someone? Will this twisted fate of being unable to help those around you follow you throughout your life?
You have no one to go to, no one to confide in, no one to open up to. It’s been like this your whole existence. You, alone, isolated. You hope this won’t last forever. You’ll get on your knees and beg the Heavens above to give you some sort of mercy if you have to. Take away your suffering, your pain, the thoughts that consume you entirely from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep. You deserve to get what you want. You crave and desire genuine connection. Someone to love and someone to love you back just as much or maybe even more.
Haven’t you been through enough?
…
You hastily step inside the bathtub, watching as the water turns a shade of red due to the blood seeping from your body.
You skin into the warm water, slightly hissing at the feeling, but your muscles immediately loosen. You let the water envelope you, your head being the only thing above it.
You trace your fingers over the cuts, some deeper than others. Slowly, you gently run the palm of your hand over your injuries, using RCT to heal yourself.
Negative energy, multiply that against itself, resulting in positive energy. Reverse cursed technique, something not many sorcerers can do. It’s a blessing and a curse.
You stare up at the bathroom ceiling, letting your mind wander to what your life will turn out to be like once you finally make it to Jujutsu Tech tomorrow afternoon. Anything would surely be better than the life you’re currently living.
…
You finish taking your bath, making sure to wash away every grime collected on your body. Quietly, you step out of the shower and dry yourself off before making your way to your room, tip-toeing so as to not wake anyone up. Your dad is still slumped over the kitchen counter and everyone else is in their respective rooms. It’s a miracle nobody had gotten up.
Your room is the furthest down the estate, a deliberate decision made by Naoya to continue your suffrage in the most mundane ways possible.
Water droplets slide down your body, making contact with the floor.
Drip
Drip
Drip
It was as if any miniscule noise would cause the estate to crumble into nothing.
You pull open the creaky door and hurry inside, quickly closing it. You walk over to your bed and toss your body onto it. A breath of relief escapes your lips the second you make contact with the soft mattress.
You get under the covers, not bothering to fully dry yourself off before drifting into a deep sleep, hoping for a better tomorrow.
4/1/07:
It’s currently 4:36am, the sun is barely out yet. You made sure to get up bright and early in order to catch the first train and to avoid bumping into any of the other Zenin’s.
You’re already dressed, wearing the uniform that came in the mail not too long ago. A perfect fit. Your suitcase is packed and ready to go. You’ve never been happier. It’s the first time in a while you’ve found excitement in your days.
You say goodbye to your room, parting ways with the place you spent most of your time in. Playing dolls, watching movies, talking to yourself, consoling yourself as you cried time and time again.
It’s bittersweet.
But you suck up a breath and make your way out, going down the hall.
All the doors are shut, indicating that everyone is still asleep.
Besides your father who’s waiting at the front door. You can’t decipher the expression on his face. He doesn’t look angry, drunk, or annoyed.
You stand across from him, not knowing what to say. For a second, you’re worried he’s going to stop you from leaving.
You open your mouth, ready to argue with all your might, but his next words surprise you.
“Good luck.” They’re simple, but speak volumes.
Growing up, you didn’t speak much to your dad. He was either busy or drunk. It didn’t leave much opening to communicate with him. It’s not like he wanted to either. Sometimes, it seemed he’d intentionally avoid you like you were some sort of plague that would infect him if he got too close.
So, standing here, face to face with the man who failed you as a father while he tells you good luck with your new life means more than he’ll know.
You nod, a small smile creeping onto your face as your eyes crinkle the tiniest bit.
He takes a step towards you, patting your shoulder and moving aside from the door, giving you the green light to go on and find yourself in the new world, one where you won’t be abused, belittled, or doubted.
And so you do, running out the door and officially leaving everything in the past.
You take one last look behind you, watching as the scenery gets smaller and smaller, fading away into the distance. One you hope you won’t ever have to come back to.
Your smile grows wider as the sounds of the wheels on your luggage rolling against the concrete fills your ears. Another reminder that this is reality and not a dream you’ll have to eventually wake up from.
You navigate the streets of Tokyo, not as busy as they normally would be due to your early rising.
You head towards the train station, waiting for the train to arrive.
To get from Koganei to Jujutsu Tech takes about 2 hours. Despite both locations being in Tokyo, you’ve heard the school is in the far outskirts, surrounded by trees and mountains.
The thought of it all is enough to make your adrenaline rush and heart pump with anticipation.
…
After impatiently waiting for 30 minutes, the train finally arrives and you’re the first to get on, grabbing a seat in the far back of the train.
It’s pretty much empty aside from 2 boys wearing the same uniform who look to be about a year younger than you. One had blonde hair, keeping a stoic demeanor while the other was the complete opposite. Brown hair with the widest smile as he rambles on to the other boy.
You pay no mind, not wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Instead, you put in your headphones and decide to listen to music on the way there. There’s not much else to do.
…
The train is silent for the most part aside from the occasional blabber and laughter coming from the brown haired boy from earlier. You could hear him through your headphones, but you couldn’t be bothered since you were nearly dozing off, eyelids threatening to shut. You didn’t get much sleep last night. Three hours at most.
Right when you fully slumped against the seat, taking in a breath and closing your eyes, you felt something or rather, someone poking you.
You take out an earbud and to no surprise, it’s the same boy. He’s made himself comfortable next to you while the blonde one reads a book, seemingly wanting to be left in peace.
“Hi!” He beams, his cheery voice echoing throughout the train.
“Hello?” You reply, slightly confused at his antics.
“I noticed we’re heading to the same place and was wondering if you wanted to sit with us! My name is Yu Haibara and that one over there is Nanami! But he’s rather grumpy today.” He leaned in closer and whispered the last part, thinking he was being discrete, but even his whispers were loud and full of energy, earning a groan from the blonde who you’ve discovered goes by Nanami.
You let out a chuckle at his excitement to be talking to a stranger on a train.
“My name's y/n.” You smile and hold out your hand which he happily shakes.
“Cool! What year are you going into?”
“Third.” You reply, holding up a 3 with your fingers.
“Aw, that's a bummer. We’re first years.” You watch as his expression quickly falls into a frown, disappointed that he won’t be in the same grade as the pretty girl he met only 5 minutes ago.
“It’s okay, I’m sure we’ll see each other around!” You give him a thumbs up in which he blushes and reciprocates. Nanami pays no attention to either of you, immersed in whatever he’s reading.
The train suddenly comes to a stop and you look out the window, your eyes glimmering at the sight. It’s beautiful. You’ve never seen trees this green or mountains this huge. It’s not like you ever went outside the central city anyway unless it were for a mission. Even then, nothing compared to this.
You hurriedly rush out of the train and Haibara follows fast behind while Nanami takes his time.
“Wow! This is great! But how do we get to the school building?” You ask, confusion laced in your tone. Is there another bus?
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe we’re supposed to wait down here until a teacher gets us?”
You both stand there like idiots, hands on your hips as you examine the unfamiliar area, pondering on how you’re possibly going to get to your desired destination.
Nanami sighs and rolls his eyes, in disbelief at how two teenagers could be so senseless.
“We clearly have to walk up it.”
You and Haibara let out dramatic gasps, hands slapped over your foreheads.
“Are you kidding me?!” You’re exasperated. You figured that coming to a fancy, rich, Jujutsu Tech school meant you’d have some sort of transportation to get up there.
“Yeah, that’s way too much!” Haibara pouts and crosses his arms over his chest, but Nanami is already too far ahead to hear either of you complain. He thinks he’s gonna die if he has to listen to you two talk any longer.
You and Haibara both give each other a look, shaking your heads in disappointment before following behind Nanami, running as fast as you can before he gets too far ahead. You’d definitely lose yourself trying to get around this place.
…
You and Haibara are practically panting the more you walk up the bone killing mountains while Nanami barely breaks a sweat.
“How is he able to be so composed?” You ask yourself.
Thankfully, the three of you made it after not much longer. Your jaw drops at how nice the campus is. It’s even better than you could've imagine.
Gawking over the gorgeous architecture, you see three other students out in the distance. Haibara wastes no time running up to them, introducing himself like he did with you.
You quietly follow him, curious to meet the other students.
There’s a girl with short brown hair and a cigarette in between her lips, a beauty mark nicely decorates her cheek. She’s talking to two other boys who seem to be arguing over something.
“I'm saying you need to be more humble and polite. You haven’t even greeted the new students yet.” The quiet voice came from one of the two boys. He has sleek black hair and a liquid smooth tone.
“Huh?! What are you talking about? Let loose a little. It won't kill you.”
The moment you look up to see who was speaking, heat rushes into your cheeks. Fluffy white hair, the most sparkling blue eyes, a jaw sharp enough to cut paper and beautifully striking features. His eyes are so captivating. It’s like you’re standing in the presence of an angel.
“Hello? Helloooo?” The white haired boy is directly in front of your face, leaning down to make direct eye level contact with you.
“Are you there? Cat got your tongue?” He teases before stepping back, giving you some room to breathe.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You breathe out, a shaky chuckle escaping your lips.
“Nervous, yeah? Why?” The same one replies, taking out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth.
The black haired boy chimes in. “Don’t listen to him. There’s no need to be nervous. I’m assuming you’re a first year?"
“No.. I’m a third year.” You stammer over your words, nearly choking on your own saliva. You were never the type to get butterflies around guys, but this is unreal.
You watch as both men quirk their eyebrows, surprised at your answer.
“Third year? That means you’re with us. I’m Suguru, this is Satoru, and she’s Shoko.” What an attractive friend group. It seems like they’ve known each other for a while.
“I’m y/n..”
“Y/n. A pretty name for an even prettier girl. Since it’s your first time here, we’ll give you a tour.” Satoru says, giving you a wink as his lips curl into a charming smirk.
You look around and see that Haibara’s nowhere to be found. You were at least comfortable with him. Now, you’re stuck with people you can hardly speak around, including a freakishly handsome blue eyed boy who, unknowingly to you, has had his sights on you from the moment you made your way up the mountain.
Little does he know, his best friend has the same intentions.
#gojo satoru#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo fanfic#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x y/n#jjk angst#rambles#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#geto x reader#suguru x reader
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❈ 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
“At your limit already, pretty boy?”, you coo and run a hand down his stomach, feeling him twitch inside you violently, so desperate for release. Naoya grits his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets of the futon next to your head. He’s breathing heavily, his sharp eyes finally catching your gaze. He hates losing his composure like that, especially while he’s on top of you.
or: where you take the virginity of the Zen'in heir
a/n: this was supposed to be a collection with short drabbles of various characters with this prompt but somehow i got possessed by my usual Zen'in fuckery and here we are. Naoya is such an asshole, i love him dearly. shoutout to my friends who let me yap about him day in, day out, you're the best ♡
contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, "pussy" & "cunt" used to describe genitalia), Naoya Zen'in being his own warning, loss of virginity, mention of reader fucking Naobito (yes, his dad), dirty talk, degradation (again, it's Naoya...), breeding kink (no pregnancy mention), possessive Naoya, penetrative sex, rough making out, fingering, cum play, Naoya being a bit pathetic and whimpering too to balance it all out
word count: 1.3k
“Well, are you gonna fuck me or…?”
“Shut up,” he growls, one hand spreading apart your thighs, the other pumping his cock. Naoya never looked prettier, with his cheeks flushed, his hair sticking to his forehead while small beads of sweat run down his neck. His brows are furrowed, the pink tip of his tongue poking out between his lips while he has his gaze fixated on your dripping cunt, exposed to him on a silver platter underneath him.
“Hng… ‘m gonna breed you,” he huffs, rubbing his cock between your folds. “Gonna stuff you so full of my cum, you’re gonna feel it dripping out of your poor hole for days.”
Always such a big talker, but his voice wavers slightly, his breath flat. He’s so focused on not cuming before he even sticks it in, it’s almost adorable.
Looking back, it had been inevitable that you two ended up like this; you with your kimono hastily hiked up over your hips, your tits exposed, laying on his futon where he graciously pushed you down instead of the cold wooden floor. Naoya’s clothes laid cluttered around the room, peeled off in a rush; almost as if he was afraid you were gonna change your mind about letting him fuck you. Little did he know that you weren’t picky; you’ve found enjoyment in tasting the various fruits the Zen’ins had to offer—you made sure to moan extra loud when fucking his father the other day, hoping Naoya would hear it and fuck his fist to the sounds of it.
“Gonna make you my bitch”, he murmurs, the grip on your thighs tightening. “Gonna get you addicted to my cock till you beg me for it with your whore mouth.” You can feel the slight trembling of his hands, his other still holding his length, running the tip up and down between your folds, but not pushing in. There was something about a virgin like him being this cocky, desperately trying to gloss over his nervousness. You were sure you could feel his heart fluttering in his chest if you were to lay a hand on it. Instead you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of his pitiful fumbling.
“Sure, hon’, can’t wait”, you reply sweetly and smile at him, making him dig his nails a little deeper in your flesh. He didn’t like the pet name, but he was too focused to snap back at you. Only when you reach with one hand for his cock and guide him to where you want to feel him, he takes in a sharp breath. You raise your hips slightly to welcome him into the warmth of your throbbing cunt, feeling his tip, glistening with precum, finally nudging at your entrance.
“Didn’t say you could—oh, fuck,” the Zen’in heir hisses, a small whimper falling from his mouth the moment your cunt clenches around his cock when he sinks into you. Once he’s bottomed out fully, he freezes, taking deep breaths with eyes pinned to the ceiling. So cute, you think to yourself and bite your bottom lip. Part of you wants to ruin him, wants to hear him whine and beg, wants to see him completely falling apart, too pussydrunk to function. You swallow a giggle in the back of your throat and wrap your legs around his hips to hinder him from pulling out–not that he would dare to do so.
“At your limit already, pretty boy?”, you coo and run a hand down his stomach, feeling him twitch inside you violently, so desperate for release. Naoya grits his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets of the futon next to your head. He’s breathing heavily, his sharp eyes finally catching your gaze. He hates losing his composure like that, especially while he’s on top of you.
“Quiet,” he growls, a vein popping on his neck. “Know your place.” He rolls his hips slightly, a faint moan escaping his lips. Your walls felt too good around his cock, he could barely function. If he could, he would keep you stuffed with his cock forever, till your insides are molded after the shape of him, till his cum is leaking from your pussy with every step you take. It’s like you’ve awakened something primal in him the moment you guided him inside of you and he would not let it go to waste.
“Fuck me then,” you dare him in a voice sweet and dripping as honey, arching your back a little more. The sassy smile on your lips only provoked him more. You are not taking him seriously and he hated it. “Or do you want me to crawl back to your daddy’s cock?”
The sight that follows your words is one to remember; Naoya’s golden eyes widening before he grabs your wrists and pins them down above your head. It seems like you finally pushed the right buttons within him. He leans down until his face is so close to yours, you can feel his breath hot and heavy on your skin. Then his lips meet yours, crashing against each other in a heated kiss; he growls again when you bite down hard enough on his lips to draw blood, but he doesn’t pull away. Naoya is finally fucking you like he means it, your body being pushed deeper into the futon with every thrust of his.
“Stupid bitch,” he rumbles from deep within his chest, “Do I need to fuck some sense into you?” His hips stutter and he lets out a small whimper. He wants to cum so badly, wants to get milked by your throbbing cunt till he sees stars, but he needs to teach you a lesson, right? He was the future heir of his clan, he couldn’t tolerate this kind of behavior from someone below him. But fuck, you feel so, so good...
“From now on you’re gonna be mine,” he hisses and hides his face in the crook of your neck, taking a sharp inhale with every thrust of his hips, with every sound of his flesh slapping against yours. He’s whining and moaning, sounding utterly desperate. “Understood? Mine to breed, mine to fill, mine to—”
He can’t hold back anymore, his thrusts getting even sloppier, before he pushes himself as deep as he can inside of you, seeking the warmth of your cunt that’s been fluttering around his cock nonstop. His load is thick and hot, and he’s not pulling out, but slumps down on top of you, pinning you down with his whole body, positively exhausted and trembling. You let out a small chuckle and let your fingers run down his spine while he keeps on whimpering and moaning quietly into your neck, teeth brushing over your skin. This flavor of Zen’in sure was to your liking.
“You know, I might stick around…”, you muse while playing with his hair, your voice a little singsong. It was a bit cute how needy he got after losing his virginity a minute ago. “If you manage to make me cum as well next time…”
Naoya grunts, biting down on your neck slightly before finally pulling out of you. He sits back down on his heels, eyes pinned where his cum is dripping out of cunt, almost mesmerized by it. His eyes are glossy, his cheeks rosy and his hair an utter mess. You spread your legs a little further apart to invite him in once again, letting out a quiet moan when his long fingers shove his load back inside, his thumb nearing your poor, neglected clit.
You take that as a Yes.
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#naoya x reader#naoya zen'in x reader#naoya x you#jjk reader insert#jjk x you#jjk imagines#jjk scenarios#naoya zenin
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My thoughts on Mai is probably so irrelevant right now but i love thinking about the wasted potential in exploring Megumi’s dynamic with the Zenin Clan because he had to have some contact with them over the course of his childhood, meaning that Mai had to interact with the kid at some point (which she did I think it’s canon) and for Mai to instantly know that Megumi is a little child genius/prodigy. Also for Mai to have a little crush on Megumi (I know most find this disgusting seeing that those two are family but I think everyone forgets that the Zenin is built on incest)
Mai putting her hopes into Megumi of him somewhat changing the Zenin when he becomes Clan Head only for those hopes to be crushed bc Megumi fucked off? I find that so depressing because she probably didn’t understand (or fully comprehend) the reasoning behind Megumi cutting off contact. I know it probably hurt her for a while because she genuinely wanted to be close to him seeing as he was the only boy (i’m assuming) that was ever truly kind to her and her sister.
I’m clinging onto that Mai tag for dear life because I’m really interested in seeing her thoughts on Megumi. Admittedly, she probably grew out of the hero worship she had for him. Maybe it was replaced with some bitterness seeing as he wouldn’t be the Clan Head now unless something happens to Gojo, so Megumi won’t be her hope in that clan. She’s stuck with Naoya who probably wants her as a wife.
NAOYA. God my thoughts on his dynamic with Megumi…it could be something so complex. Like Naoya could see Toji in the boy, who he has an obsession with but he also see Gojo, and he also see the little brat who may fear him on some level but is not afraid to stand up to him which pisses him off. He also sees his replacement, a boy who has the potential to rival Gojo, making him the potential heir. I could see him being like the only one out of the Zenin who wants that kid gone, out of sight and out of mind. Like everyone else abuses him to make him become something great. Naoya would do it to take out his anger on the kid who is everything he always wanted to be and he doesn’t even know it.
Naobito. I have no thoughts on the old drunk. I do find it interesting how Kamo said something about how Megumi is either more useful or more suitable than Naobito. I forgot the wording. I can see Naobito truly caring for Megumi though in his own fucked up way because Megumi is everything he wanted in a heir. But that care doesn’t really stop him from hurting Megumi.
Maki. Well. Best aunt/nephew duo. If the Zenin ever had a family dinner or get together, those two are definitely the ones who sits in the corner and talks shit. They definitely try and fuck shit up in the house. You would find them in the kitchen spitting in Naoya’s food. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong? I dare you. All in all, they see a sibling in each other. Especially after losing Tsumiki/Mai. Megumi if definitely her favorite kouhai. Some may argue it’s Nobara. But listen. SEE THE VISION. Megumi has the family pass. Megumi gets Maki in a way that most don’t. But Megumi is still Yuta’s boy though. Maki sometimes fight for custody however.
Excuse my rambling guys. I was just in a silly mood thinking about Gege and his….questionable writing decisions lately.
This has been sitting half answered in my asks for like a month. If you have an ask that never got answered please know that it’s probably in my drafts haunting me.
Oh Gege’s sure. Made some decisions recently. And they’re uh. They sure are decisions. That he made. For some reason.
Maki and Megumi are the bio family dream team to me. I simply love their bond. They have identical resting bitch faces. They’re always on the same bullshit. Both are completely insane in the same way. The bio family they each always wanted but never had. Megumi is Yuuta’s Boy but that doesn’t stop Maki from making her own play for the title.
Mai’s entire thing with having a crush on Megumi becomes a little bit more comfortable if it’s framed like “he was the best option.” The Zenin do practice incest, so her entire dating pool was likely framed to her as blood family from the start. She also is the only female (other than Maki) born to that bloodline around clan leadership that we know of, so she was probably viewed as a “desirable” spouse. Marriage was probably used as a means of navigating social status, so her parents are probably planning to use her as a chip for their own political games now that their own future has sort of stagnated. After all, both their kids are sort of failures by Zenin standards, and they don’t have any other kids incoming that could do better. This is basically canon to me—they did try to make a marriage contract with Naoya, who’s very high in the clans leadership and the only other contender for clan head other than Megumi himself. She’s probably spent her entire life knowing that her parents would try for marry her off to the person in the clan with the highest status, and that’s probably been considered Naoya or one of his brothers for a long time.
There’s Naobito, the actual clan head, who appears to have had all sons. Toji appears to be Naobito’s nephew, meaning his father or mother was directly from that same line, and Megumi’s its continuation. And Naobito’s brother is Maki and Mai’s father, who produced the only girls.
The Zenin clan values power above all else, so we can assume that the line that is leading the clan tends to have a lot of cursed energy and skill. Mai and Maki didn’t get that, but they are still close tie to the line.
Mai was never supposed to be a jujutsu sorcerer. She didn’t have enough cursed energy for it. She only ended up going to the Kyoto school because Maki fucked off and the Zenin wanted to make a point. But we know how the Zenin treats women—since she didn’t have enough potential to be a sorcerer but was a member of a powerful bloodline who had cursed energy herself, she was probably viewed as a prime candidate to continue the family line, as seen with them trying to marry her off to fucking Naoya, who was a pretty high candidate for heir to the clan.
Of course, Megumi inherited the Ten Shadows. He actually did beat out Naoya for the position of heir without having put any effort or involvement into the position. He likely would have instantly shot to the top of the list for clan heir the second they knew he existed. Like, he was still installed as clan head when he actively had nothing to do with the clan. When he was a kid, and everyone was assuming they’d be able to bring him back into the clan and raise him as Zenin? It would probably be considered as close to an absolute as anything gets to them.
I could see Mai kind of romanticizing the idea of Megumi as a result, especially when she was younger Naoya was actively abusive to her and had the personality of a used gym sock dipped in shit and left on highway to rot. Megumi 1) wasn’t raised with them, so felt the least like her family 2) was actually nice to her, the one time she got to spend time with him and 3) was nice to Maki. And as bad as it was for Mai, Maki was the least accepted member of the clan at the time. She was a girl and she had little to no cursed energy. Mai canonically idolised her sister as a young girl and probably hated to see how everyone mistreated her.
Megumi intervening on her behalf when Naoya targeted her would have been monumental to her. It would have been the ultimate way of saying “everything will be okay” when she just didn’t have that sense of the future growing up.
For one thing, Megumi was guaranteed to have a position of extreme authority within the clan itself as he got older. But when he intervened on her behalf, he didn’t.
He didn’t save Mai with his own authority within the clan. He didn’t extend his protection over her, because he didn’t have any protection. When they finally all got caught, the first thing Naoya did was strike him across the face hard enough to knock him over.
They all got beaten horribly for that stunt. And they all expected it from the start, because that’s what their family did.
Megumi stuck his neck out for her. He took a beating because he didn’t like Naoya bullying her around. He intervened for Mai when it was to his own direct detriment, and she never forgot it. Her own parents weren’t doing that.
Which meant that she sort of hoped that when Megumi got older and became an authority in the clan, people would stop hurting her entirely.
Megumi didn’t have the authority as a little kid to just order Naoya to fuck off, but he was pretty much guaranteed to have it one day. There had always been people in the clan where, if you had their favor, no one could touch you. Mai had just never had anyone’s favor before. But Megumi was the Ten Shadows, and he was practically cosmically ordained as the most important person in their clan in five hundred years, and he was kind to her, and he said they could be friends. He said they’d stay friends.
It cost Megumi a lot to protect her as kids. It gave her a lot of very real hope that he’d keep doing it when it cost him nothing, and that there would come a day where it would just stop hurting so much.
And it wasn’t just her. It was also a future where Maki could maybe be happy.
One of the central facets of Mai’s character is that she desperately wishes for a world where Maki would have stayed in the clan with her. She wanted Maki to keep her promise. She wanted Maki to just be content doing a few chores and keeping her head down.
At this time, Maki hadn’t broken her promise yet, but I think that Mai still wanted that as their future. Her and Maki together, with Maki never leaving her, and both of them safe in the compound from the curses that terrified Mai.
Even if Megumi was nice to her, there should have been the lingering doubt as to whether he would also make the clan safe for Maki, but that fear got shattered when she joined them in Mai’s hideout.
He didn’t treat her like garbage. He said that they could be friends too. Maki bossed him around while they played, and the most he did was grumble at her. He treated Maki better than their own parents were treating them, and he did it without a thought.
So yeah. Mai had a lot of hopes pinned on Megumi when she was a very young girl. And I think if she had any feelings for him, it was more trying to force herself to have those feelings, because the world he offered was by far the one she wanted the most. Whether she was in love with him was almost the least important consideration.
If Mai was going to be married off to the heir to the clan, better Fushiguro “respect women” Megumi than Zenin “if she breathes she’s a thot” Naoya. He made her see a future she and Maki could be happy in for once, and then it all got ripped away.
I definitely see Mai as having a lot of bitterness towards Megumi leaving the clan, but I don’t think it was initially against him. I think she was initially bitter as hell against gojo. She was a little kid buying into the propaganda, which is that it wasn’t their Ten Shadows rejecting them, no, it was gojo stealing him away. That’s definitely changed and developed over the years, but I won’t say how.
#sea glass gardens#see the thing is that I don’t think romantic love was every proffered to her as important growing up#the Zenin clan married to have kids and further political games#love wouldn’t have factored into it or every been posed to her as a major consideration#megumi was the only person she’s ever wanted to marry and to her that might as well be love#it had less to do with anything as to who he is as a person and more because she had two options and one was a misogynistic wife beater who#had ten years on her and whose personality was ass#the other was about her age and respected women and intervened to make sure she wasn’t hurt#there was. no competition. yes please let’s go the path that means her and her sister won’t be beat their entire lives#also I have a backlog of about 90ish asks right now so please know if you sent me a message I’m not ignoring you I just am working through#them still. I saw the message and loved it. it was great and made my day.#I tend to write long answers to asks too which means there’s a lot that just end up half finished or take a long time to get out
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CHAPTER 31 WAS SO,,, DELICIOUS,,
they're on a date! the worst date in the world, but its a date! good(?) for them?
naoya in the parking garage trying to flirt and failing so so miserably is so... truly incredible. in any other scenario it really would've been sweet and fairly good flirting but with the full context its so. he's really oblivious here.
THE CROSSWALK?? HELLO?? HE'S JUST NOT GOING TO SAY ANYTHING?? like firstly y/n go OFF thats RIGHT fucking GET HIS ASS "don't fucking touch me" is completely appropriate-- but then also he just. he doesn't say anything. i was fully expecting it to come up again but he just doesn't??? can he just not process that without his entire psyche crumbling down around him or is he gonna bring that one up again later
the poor waitress. she deserved a 500% tip for dealing with them. poor lady. once again i understand why naoya is worried-- yeah, she hasn't eaten like all day! she probably looks pale and shaky as hell (this is because of you, naoya, but he wouldn't know that). totally understandable to try to insist she eats something- but there's just no way that him trying to force her to do anything is going to help at all.
also.. the zenin's would cancel his credit card/access to the bank account if he did something wrong? fucked up and pretty indicative he's on thin ice here too even though he's (undeniably) doing better than y/n. i'd imagine that's not helping put him in a good headspace for self-reflection if he knows straying too far from what his family approves of could mean losing a lot of personal freedoms (including the ability to even leave the estate, recalling what he said about replacing the car in chapter 29...)
THE LITTLE GIRL W THE BUTTERFLIES WAS SO CUTE,,, and then naoya has to swing in like "i think you're pretty too 🥺" and give her a whole traumatic flashback like. man. just be quiet. you could salvage so many of these situations by just being quiet.
and they FINALLY,, had a CONVERSATION,,, even if it was something mundane like the records!! they talked to each other without snapping or insulting or being sexist!!! we're winning so hard rn-- and is she about to drop backstory for him too?? and about the parents?? now thats a BIG step i'm so excited for them (<- is about to get emotionally devastated by the next chapter)
another beautiful chapter of my favorite horribly misfunctional couple <3 thank you for the wonderful writing and i hope you have fun on your break!!
HELLO!!!
I’m so happy you enjoyed the meal 😈
I love hyping the fact that they’re on a date, and yet, it couldn’t be any further from the truth 😂 It’s like a car crash you just can’t stop looking at ahahahah
I think it’s pretty obvious by this point that Naoya does not know how to socialize without looking completely creepy/frightening. And I can’t blame him, he’s either venerated as a god, or completely dismissed and berated 💀 STILL FIXABLE AMIRITE?
The crosswalk scene… I can literally hear Y/N’s voice and the way it broke… I feel bad for her damn why am I making all characters suffer?? Who is the one character that is happy??? No one. That’s who lol not even Haruko who is like the most cheerful of them all is happy all the time. 😭
And he did bring it up in a way 🤭, with the stupid question of “Do you speak to Naoaki like that?” omg please Naoya… take that man out from your mind hahaha it seems like you’re in love with him I s2g 😭😂 but as I said, Naoya doesn’t it have in himself to do anything like that anymore, as much as he wants to yell and whatnot, he knows very well that if he does that thing he’ll just push her away—definitely. And in a way, I want him to do that, leave Y/N alone!! (yes, even if she has to eat, leave her!! She’s not going to eat with you PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)
Also, for the credit card… I just thought it would make sense hahaha for a family as rich as theirs, I just felt like that’s the next thing they would do 🤔 I don’t recall stating Naoya to be some kind of big spender (He might be... let's be real), but I do think that the Zen’in have spent a lot of money on their wedding and all the formalities that followed suit, so for them to consistently bring problems… well, I’m sure Naobito has thought many times to just leave his son without anything to really teach him a lesson—but stopped because he doesn’t want to deal with his whiny son any more than necessary lol, but Naoya doesn’t know that 👀 so he’s out there living in the suspense of having to be careful with his actions, less he wants to lose more. Gee… HOW DOES THAT FEEL NAOYA? HMMM???
I LOVED THE LITTLE GIRL, I was so happy that happened lol I think Y/N answered to her because she reminded her of Mai and Maki 🤭 which Naoya had to obviously ruin by his unrequited comment lmao. Even if he meant it like something genuine, why… couldn’t he see how painful that memory was for her? Omg is she even his wife???????? You’re right, he could do so much better if he just kept quiet 😭
Their conversation is something else that I was looking forward too :> and while it’s from something a bit… well, different from the elephant of the room, I share your sentiment by saying it was refreshing to see them interact with one another like actual human beings… I want them to be together, HAPPY I MEAN. Oh well… if that won’t happen, we have Naoaki lol
As for the backstory, yes, she’ll also share it with him :> Although I intended it to be a combination of a “reader exclusive” + “what’s she’s willing to share with Naoya” kind of perspective, if that makes sense, I’ll try my best to define it so while writing the next chapter 🤭. And even if this isn’t as emotionally impactful, I think the ending will have you a bit like “oof, that’s rough buddy” HHAHHAHAH
Thank you so much for your support and kind words 🥺❤ I’m so happy you’re liking the shenanigans between the couple of the moment lol (dysfunctional is like an understatement for them tbh they're beyond that 😂😂😂😂😂) and it kind of pains me to have to leave, but gotta do what I gotta do… haha
I’ll do my best to have fun :>!! Which I doubt I won’t have, I’m super excited!!!
Once again, thank you so much for your continuous support 😭❤❤❤❤ Can’t wait for you to read the next chapters!! (Specifically that one…. Jkahgakskjgv) Have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!
#ask#ask series: first it hurts—#naoya zenin#naoya zen'in#naoya x reader#naoya zenin x reader#naoya zenin x your#jjk naoya#naoya zen'in x reader
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ON THE SACRED BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD.
synopsis; choso may be their beloved frat brother, but he’ll always be your brother first. (for the frat au collab.)
pairing; frat boy! choso x f! reader
contains; stepcest, dubcon (reader is under the influence but having a good time), extensive descriptions of knife play and blood play, marking (choso carves his name into you), oral (f! receiving), borderline yandere/possessive choso (he loves you A Lot), choso goes from mean to Soft, consumption and romanticization of drugs and alcohol, (1) use of ‘angel’, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns, this is essentially all foreplay and ends before the fucking because i got tired, minors do not interact or perish
word count; 6.5k
the yard outside is clean, well-kept. there’s talk that the house’s landlord is a retired gardener who receives great joy from keeping up the hydrangeas and peonies along the sidewalk. it’s certainly award-winning, that front yard, with its colorful blossoms and plush bees circling the mailbox.
they’re so lucky, students bemoan on their way to and from class. i can’t believe the frat boys get to live there. i bet they don’t even know how lucky they are.
it’s a seemingly kind house from the outside – recently renovated with navy blue paint and white trimming, a large front porch and a few inviting windows. the place that omega lambda now calls home is, simply put, a dream. it sits just a few minutes from campus and it tells the street proudly, fondly, that there is no better place to be than here.
it’s true, in some respects, that omega lambda likes to see themselves as above the sweat and grime of their fellow frat brothers. they don’t spend their weekends “fucking and drinking” and tracking dirt across the carpet like animals. their fun is calm, refined: to be invited to a night with omega lambda means a night of smoke curling into the air, of gossip over olive-colored couches, of pills under tongues, of ease and relaxation.
it’s slower than the others, they say in the back of monday morning lectures, but no less extreme, no matter what those boys try and tell you.
i think i was tripping for days, the girl from psychology 101 boasted. whatever the fuck yuuji gets is strong.
such stories amaze you: and even as you stand on the sidewalk outside the perfect blue house, petunias curling inward with the evening breeze, you cannot believe they are real. it’s hard to imagine the face of your beloved stepbrother tied to these antics. it’s hard to imagine that the boy who used to come home every winter and summer with bloodshot eyes and a beat-up skateboard also swore a loyal, unbreakable oath of brotherhood to a band of boys you’ve never met.
it’s hard to imagine that your own stepbrother, choso, the one who taught you how to ride a bike and how to apply eyeliner and how to kiss without teeth, quite literally runs what has been dubbed the chillest fraternity on campus.
but yet, here you are, new to university, fresh-faced and eager, cowering outside the door of the omega lambda residence. your favorite skirt hovers around your thighs and you tug at the collar of your shirt, fiddle with the charm of the necklace choso gave you for your birthday a few years ago.
he’d invited you here almost immediately after learning that you and your roommate had tried your hand at partying with beta pi epsilon. naoya is trash, choso’s fervent texts read the next morning. absolute dick – don’t trust him. come hang out with us instead. he’d attached the address of the blue house along with a reminder to have a snack and take some medicine for your godforsaken hangover.
the message had taken you a little by surprise. choso’s always been sweet to you – doting, even, if you wanted a better word for it – but you hadn’t been sure how he’d handle attending the same university. your other friends all complain that they’d rather die than see their families; twins separate after orientation, brothers and sisters look the other way if they pass each other in the quad. you feared choso would be the same, that the omnipotent attention he gave you at home would completely dissipate the moment you moved into your dorm.
but his text reaffirms you, if anything. and although your roommate had opted to be wined and dined by the boy from calculus this evening, you don’t mind attending alone. her absence from your side only means you will be able to see your stepbrother without a distraction.
the music buzzes through the door as you knock and wring your fingers on the doorstep. should you just walk in? should you text choso and wait for him to fetch you? the ins-and-outs of frat etiquette cloud your mind until the door swings open and you’re met, face-to-face, with a young pink-haired man dangling a blunt from one hand and his phone, opened to his spotify playlist, from the other.
“hi,” you say, words foreign in your throat. “choso invited me?”
“oh, cool,” itadori yuuji says, shrugging his shoulders like he never would have questioned it. “come on in. you can put your shoes over there.”
while omega lambda is not packed from wall to wall as your night at beta pi epsilon had been, the various couches propped against the walls and surrounding the living room coffee table are nearly packed to the brim with the frat brothers and their guests. the air, hazy with smoke and desire and drinking, shifts and swirls as it curls around purple LED lights before fogging up the windows and disappearing up the stairs. it is warm here, easy, like dropping into the depths of a pleasurable dream.
“there’s drinks in the kitchen,” yuuji is saying, voice thick with his high, “and we’ve got some other stuff on the table, although you’ll have to pay yuuta for those–”
yuuji’s narration is cut off as a familiar figure crashes into yours, sweeping you into a hug so tight you fear your bones will snap from the pressure. choso smells like the cologne you bought him for his birthday, like fresh laundry and comfort; you breathe him in, deeply, and let yourself relax into the soft cotton of his black t-shirt.
“glad you could make it,” choso mumbles into your skin. he draws back slightly, drinks you in, your little skirt and your dainty socks that he’s always been partial to. he looks from you to yuuji, still vibing to the side with his playlist, and his eyes crinkle in what must be mirth.
“it’s good to see you,” you say.
“you saw me at lunch with mom last week.” choso smiles, the black line across his nose crinkling when his eyes light up.
“you get what i mean.” you tap his shoulder, lightly, as emphasis. the anxiety dissolves; it’s you, and him, like it’s always been. it’s your stepbrother choso who watches your shadow and wraps you up to keep the rest of the world at bay.
but the tender moment is broken when someone, a tall blonde girl with the aura of a lioness, calls out to choso to ask him for assistance. he looks at you, a bit forlorn, before telling yuuji to help you get settled in and making his way to the other end of the living room.
“yes, this way!” yuuji grabs your arm and drags you across the floor like you’ve known each other forever. “i make some fucking good drinks if i do say so myself.”
which, consequently enough, is how you find yourself losing your mind within the walls of omega lambda.
it’s not that you’re a virgin to the world of cocktails and lime and pills: it’s that you’re too sweet to know when to stop. it’s hard to tell yuuji no more, thanks when his face is so bright, when he and the strange, blue-haired frat brother mahito are asking you to try this and try that and to let us know what you think.
so you let yourself sway through the house, from couch to couch, listening to this mahito boy tell you about his latest philosophy courses as he dances cold fingers across your shoulders, listening to yuuji explain the very serious business of pulling an all-nighter without coffee, watching the LED lights shift from purple to blue and back again.
(you’re not sure where choso is. perhaps, in your altered state, he’s sitting just across from you and you don’t even know it. but you don’t mind, because his brothers get along with you just as well. you don’t mind, because you’re too drunk or too high to know any better.)
“and how are you doing?” a dark-haired man slides into the empty couch space next to you. arms littered with various tattoos and dark hair pulled back into a casual half-bun, he could have been your beloved choso had he not exuded such finesse, such arrogance, which choso could never be capable of doing.
“i’m alright,” you say, but you’re more than alright. the room is so warm and your brain is so fuzzy that you might melt into the couch if someone looked away for even a minute. “i don’t think we’ve met before? i’m choso’s stepsister.”
he simpers, a humid thing, one that coils around your eyelids and sets your insides alight. “ah! i’ve heard a lot about you. it’s nice to meet you.” he holds out a manicured hand; black nail polish glimmers in the dim light. “geto. i’m one of choso’s frat brothers.”
his handshake might take your soul with it. his hands are smooth, refined. you swear he can feel your quickening pulse as you introduce yourself. he watches you like you might be the only person in the room, like you might be the sweetest thing to have ever crossed the threshold. and filled with rum and liqueur and confidence you take it, gladly, because you’re young and the thought of university still puts stars in your eyes.
“so what are you studying?” geto is saying, prying you apart, picking through your history. he’s in his final year and you’re in your first and he knows all there is to know while you still have nothing. you latch onto him because he gets it, because he’s handsome, because you’re silly and desperate and drunk. somewhere along the way your thighs touch and his hand greets your shoulder and you think that you finally made it into his lap because mahito complained that the couch was too full.
geto smells like expensive cologne. you smell vaguely of lemons and shampoo. yuuji jokes with you from across the table and you like it, the way these brothers’ eyes fall on you.
so you spiral, further and further, into a daze you cannot escape from. you barely react to geto’s firm hand snaking up your bare thigh because you are too busy trying yuuji’s latest creation and asking mahito for more of whatever he gave you. it’s fun, it’s weightless; you feel beautiful, supreme, like the kind of college girl you’re supposed to be. you’re desirable, cute. you’re the girl to be in love with, the one who sets the scene.
those rumors were right. the party is certainly slower than the other frats you’ve visited, with more emphasis on sitting and vibing than on dancing and drinking games, but no less extreme. you’re so far out of your brain that you wonder briefly if it will ever be possible to come back down. maybe you’ll be her, on monday morning, the girl who’s still tripping.
“you know,” geto is saying, his breath eerily close to your pulse, a moment away from pressing a kiss to your cheek, your neck, “you should stop by more often.”
“yeah?” you hope you sound sexier than you are. “i’d love to–”
“excuse me,” choso’s voice cuts through your lazy fantasy like the sharp fall of a guillotine. “i’d prefer if you didn’t hit on my sister, geto.”
geto’s laugh reverberates against your back, your ears. his grip on you lightens immediately, and whatever words he’d saved for you die away. “i’m not,” he says, but his voice is too easy to be honest. “just keeping her company. right, sweetheart?”
you’re finding it hard to see straight. caught in this game of cat and mouse you find you can do nothing but sit lamely in geto’s lap and watch choso’s favorite necklace reflect the purple light. it’s only after a revolution around the sun you realize you haven’t spoken, that you’ve done nothing but hover, a lot of drunk and a little high and a little nervous, between one man and the other. you mumble a yes in affirmation but it’s clear from the tension that choso doesn’t believe it.
“oh, for fuck’s sake,” choso sighs. “come on, then. you’ve had enough for one night.” familiar arms lift you off the couch and you stumble, much like a baby gazelle, into the safety of choso’s chest. the room spins with the sudden change; you cling to him like a lifeline as you abandon the party to head upstairs.
of course, bedazzled out of your mind, you do not question when choso leads you to the end of the hallway and over the threshold of his bedroom. it feels expected in a way, safe, as if the party had always been meaning to end here. as if there was no other place you should be.
“so?” choso asks, casually, shutting the door behind him with a damning click. “did you enjoy being a little whore with my brothers?”
his words take a long moment to settle in your ears. you’re caught in the swirl of euphoria in your brain, the black t-shirts scattered across the floor, the small houseplant you once bought him seated on the windowsill. it warms your heart to see it there, after all this time.
“well?” choso demands your attention. he takes your jaw in his hand and lifts your eyes to meet his gaze. his silver rings, imposing and cool on slender fingers, burn into your heated flesh like embers. his eyes swim with distaste and you know it’s your fault, somehow, but when the walls tilt and your rationality fogs over, you can’t quite pinpoint why.
“i–” your words catch in your throat. it’s clear, from the darkness in his eyes, from the way his nails dig into the soft flesh of your jawline, that anything you say to defend yourself will be futile. it’s choso’s world, you’ve always known, and even now, you’re merely living in it.
“i invite my sister to see me, because i miss her,” choso’s words nestle themselves deep into your bloodstream, settling amongst the brandy and wine, “and she chooses to spend the night bending over for my brothers. how do you think that makes me feel?”
it’s a look you know: a look that has haunted you for hours and days, a look that you know better than any other. it’s the look that guides the hand between your legs at night and the look you recreate in your mind’s eye when your vibrator just isn’t enough. you’re crumbling already, like sand beneath his touch.
“i’m sorry,” you say to him, but the words are soft and whispered things, shy beneath the weight of your own guilt and disappointment. “i didn’t mean to–”
“no,” choso admonishes. he steps closer, guiding you backwards until his bedsheets brush the backs of your knees. “of course you didn’t. you’re still too dumb to know what you’re doing.” his voice, evenly condescending, hardly matches the gentle brush of his fingers as he moves to cup your cheeks. you close your eyes against it, savoring the shivers he sends across you body with every heartbeat, every movement. “still need your big brother to keep you in check.”
you do not respond: he does not intend for you too. instead choso presses you back until you fall onto his bed, crawling over you to cage your body beneath him like a predator and its prey. your brain falters with the sudden movement, with the lateness of the hour and the depravity of your position, but you can do nothing but look at him with your helpless doe-eyes while something saccharine pools in your belly.
“look at you,” choso says. “high out of your damn mind. good thing i caught you when i did. who knows what would have happened.”
you believe him, you do, especially when choso dips his head to kiss you and demands your subservience. his tongue licks the aftermath of your cocktails from your lips and claims the expanse of your mouth, your teeth, your sanity. you let him take you, body and soul, even when you’re clamoring for air and freedom. there is no safety but choso’s lips, flavored with his cinnamon chapstick, no sacred home but the warmth of his mouth.
“there’s my girl,” choso breathes, nose brushing against yours as he pulls back for air. “going to be good for me now? going to make it up to your big brother?”
he doesn’t wait for a response; fingers dance along the silk of your blouse as he undoes each button, one by one, letting his fingers dip slyly against the newly exposed expanse of your collarbone and your chest and your stomach. you make no move to stop him, caught somewhere between choso’s aura and reality and time.
(and maybe in another life you would have stopped him. maybe in another life you would have been ashamed. but it’s choso, your sworn protector and god among men, and you would be a fool to try and stop the one who knows best. he is safety, protection. who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t taken you away when he did.)
“is this new?” choso asks, studying the curve of your bra as he rests against your hips. “who are you trying to impress?”
it’s thin lavender lace, choso’s favorite. your face warms at the observation and you turn your head away, nestling among the sheets, as if you could escape choso’s eyes: but his fingers still trace the material and you can still hear him breathing and you know he will never look away.
“i just got it,” you answer, humbled and mildly humiliated and certainly a little fucked up. the words are slow and imprecise as you stumble over your own tongue. “i wanted to…treat myself.”
choso’s exploratory hands move from your bra to the waistband of your skirt. “could’ve just asked me,” he says earnestly, intently. “i would’ve gotten it for you.”
your affirmative hum is lost when choso mindfully pulls your skirt down your legs and discards it somewhere in the shadows of the room. he says nothing of it, of the thin fabric or the way it flattered you just right. perhaps he is jealous of it. perhaps he does not want to remember the way his brothers looked at you when you wore it, the way geto’s hands caressed the places no other man should go.
“they match, i see,” choso gestures towards your underwear. terrified and knowing and aware that you’re growing damper with each passing minute, you press your thighs together. “they’re cute.”
“t-thank you,” you whisper. “i… i got them for you. your favorite color.”
he smiles, a precious and glorious thing, a smile that causes flowers to grow and birds to sing. you electrify at the sight of it, blissful only when he is.
“i’d hope so,” choso says, “because i don’t think i could take it if this was meant for someone else.”
he reaches over to the nightstand while his words claw through you. choso smells like cinnamon and safety and pleasure; your heartbeat quickens as his t-shirt brushes against you, as your world collapses into nothing but choso’s profile, his butterfly hair-clips and his glowing skin and his power.
when choso settles back over you, resting against your thighs until you think you might die of it, something silver and shiny rests in his palm. you’d recognize it even if your eyes were closed, if the room were so dark that you couldn’t see if you tried. a searing and insatiable sensation lodges itself in your veins; it is fear personified, it is anticipation of a behavior you cannot even name.
choso twirls his beloved switchblade deftly between his well-manicured fingertips. it reflects the low-light of the room. it calls out to you, the beautiful and dangerous thing, a siren’s song that promises both your misery and your fortune. choso’s face is relaxed, serene, as the envy and the fury seemingly melts away from him and leaves only a disinterested vessel behind.
he lets you study it, lets you study him, and you know he’s pleased when he can feel your thighs tense, when you try so damn hard not to let choso know just how affected you really are. he shifts, grinding gently against your pelvis as he moves, causing you to bite your lip in a desperate attempt to surpress the gentlest of moans.
“well,” choso says, disregarding the state he’s slowly working you into. he shifts down your body and runs a lackluster hand across the lacy expanse of your underwear. shivers pierce your navel, silver rings poison your skin. it’s all you can do to watch him, his heartless eyes and his casual form, as his thumb prods at the place where you underwear crosses your hip. “let’s get these off. i’d hate to have anyone else see you in them.”
you feel the blade before you see it. cold, unfriendly, it rests against the gentle skin of your hip, a killer ready to take a life. a humiliatingly choked whine is out of your mouth before you can swallow it; your gasp reverberates throughout the room, the sound of one who knows they’ve lost a fight.
“choso–” you breathe, but you don’t know quite what it is you’re asking him for.
he doesn’t answer immediately, opting instead to tease you further with the blade as he presses it against you until goosebumps rise in chorus. your fingers curl in on themselves, desperate for purchase, while fear and longing hum everywhere in your being.
“don’t worry,” choso says. “i’ll buy you more. now be good and stay still.”
you want to writhe, to lash out and squirm beneath the intensity of the moment, but you fear choso’s disappointment more than you crave such release. your big brother choso has never been afraid to hurt you: to pierce the skin where it hurts, to draw blood where he means it. if you move, the blade will move with you. you know this as you know every scar choso has left behind.
it’s agonizing, this pace. choso’s tongue peeks out from between his teeth as he works with the ease of a great master. it’s like watching paint dry, like waiting for grass to grow or continents to shift. he cuts away at the expensive lingerie you bought just last weekend like he has all the time in the world, like he does not care if the sun rises and you are still crying beneath him.
(and he does it, you know, because you’ve never been one to be patient.)
“choso,” you whine, drawing his name out, long and frustrated, as if in song. “go faster.” your legs twitch in protest and the blade comes ever closer.
“no.” choso does not even spare the kindness to look at you, his beloved little sister. “stop whining.”
the rest of your complaints lodge in your throat. you fear disobeying him, so you grip the comforter like a lifeline, exasperated tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as the blade cuts through your clothes and ghosts across the bare skin beneath. it’s embarrassing, really, the way you can feel yourself becoming more and more desperate the further choso drifts away from you, the more he refuses to indulge.
you wonder if he can sense the arousal on you, feel it, smell it, even, like you’re nothing but his own little plaything in heat.
after an eternity, the blade finally cuts through your panties with a satisfying rip. the torn fabric sits pitifully against your hips, a reminder of your own subservience, until choso peels it away from you with enough condescension to move you to tears. the cool air of the room hits your thighs, your cunt, like a ghost who’s taken up residence beside you.
blissfully unaware of your feelings, choso studies the remains of your ruined underwear, the thin fabric and the obvious stain of your arousal. locking eyes with you, he bring it to his nose for a brief and pleasurable inhale before he discards it somewhere on the other side of the room.
“there we are,” he says, as if he hadn’t just smelled yourself in front of you. “now no one will ever know about it but me.”
“choso,” you whimper, hot. it’s a gift and a humiliation to be beneath him like this, to shake with need and yet to be denied it, to ask for something, for anything, in a voice so unabashedly loud that anyone who passes by the door might hear it.
he ignores you, again, and turns his attention to your bra as it flutters against your fervent chest. you watch with wide eyes as the blade comes closer, closer, dancing against your ribcage and sending ice into your lungs until it slices through the front of your bra, down the center of your chest, like the thin fabric was made of nothing but water.
“get rid of this,” he says; you listen. with quick and quivering fingertips you shimmy your way out of the delicate material and toss it over the side of the bed faster than the speed of sound. choso, pleased with your obedience, intently traces the curve of your breasts, thumbing your nipples until you find yourself arching into his touch.
(choso, you mumble, eyes falling shut at the feeling. still, as always, he does not listen. he draws his hands away.)
it kills you, the way choso’s eyes possess you, own you, dictate the movement in your bloodstream. it’s akin to being pulled along on marionette strings, a puppet of choso’s own design, made to dance for him and him alone.
it’s the prize he deserves, your big brother, to own you and protect you, body and soul.
it’s that very intensity which moves you to misty tears, which causes your hands to fly out to meet him against your better judgement. choso lets you pleasure yourself for a moment with the texture of his t-shirt and the outline of his shoulders before brushing your hands away like unnecessary flies.
“did you whore yourself out like this when you went to naoya’s?” choso prods. the patronization lies beneath feigned and genuine curiosity. there are no inflections, no signs of anger. this is how your big brother gets you, every time: it’s the neglect, the disinterest, that breeds your guilt. “are you really so easy for every boy that comes your way?”
you shake your head and wish you could bury yourself further into the bedsheets. no, never. try as you might the first-year college boys here just haven’t been enough, the older ones too preoccupied with better cunts to look your way.
“just because those guys are my brothers,” choso continues, shifting further and further down your body, spreading your legs until he can fit himself comfortably between them, “doesn’t mean i have to share everything with them.”
“i’m sorry, choso,” you try again, “i’m sorry. i don’t want anyone else–”
“that’s right,” choso interrupts. “you don’t need anyone else. no one is ever going to love you the way i do.”
the way your big brother does, his eyes say, but he doesn’t have to voice it. you already know. it’s true that no one knows you better than choso does. no one understands your limits and your desires the way your brother has for as long as you’ve known him. no one knows how to caress you when you cry, how to run their tongue across your lips to silence you when you’re too eager. it’s always choso. it’s always been choso; but sometimes you’re just too much of a fool to see it.
the blade, cool and demanding, presses against the soft flesh of your thigh, just below the hip. you twitch in surprise at the sensation and curl your toes to quell the ache in your cunt. it’s slick, weeping; you can feel it, the arousal, as it pools and pools and drips quietly onto the comforter.
“choso, what are you–” you ask, breathily, pitifully, but choso’s quick glare reduces you into obedient silence.
he licks the cinnamon chapstick on his lips. a stray hair falls across his eyes and kisses the dark line across his nose. he is love and danger, a cocktail of possession and surrender. “i think,” choso says, the words slow and thoughtful, “you need a reminder of who loves you the most.”
a strangled cry escapes your lips when the blade pierces your skin just enough to draw blood. the sting travels up through your spine and fogs up your senses, causes your cunt to weep in horrible anticipation. it hurts, it does, the first cut, but still you find yourself waiting for more of it, more, in terror and lust and love.
“choso–” you cry, a misty tear escaping out of the corner of your eye, but the call is met by another stroke, longer this time, drawn out, until your knuckles clutch the bedsheets so tensely they might as well turn to stone.
“stay still,” choso admonishes amidst the burn of it. “you’ll hurt yourself.”
as if you were the one in control. but you listen, obediently as always, and the alcohol from earlier combined with the need in your chest mixes together until your body is as taut as a desperate wire, until you no longer have control of yourself or your limbs. the knife cuts easily, choso’s hands as steady and precise as ever. you can feel the blood dripping onto his sheets like a series of hot tears.
it’s too much, all at once. it is a fire which destroys you, which renders every coherent thought into ash and causes you to sob nothing but drawn-out cries and pleads of choso’s name into the dark bedroom. he has you just where he wants you: pliant, dumb, obedient. if he asked you to fetch him a star, you would have asked him which one he needed.
choso’s tongue darts between his teeth as a steady hand continues its masterpiece. you sob unabashedly in reply with every stroke, with every flex of his fingers as he works his blade against your tender skin. and yet, as the pain grows, so does your need for something, for anything, for release; with every aching minute your cunt grows hotter and lonelier and emptier between your thighs.
you crave something, anything, choso, perhaps even more than you wish for air.
“there you go,” choso says, just as you release another cry so piercing there’s no way even yuuji wouldn’t have heard it. “all done.”
you sit up on your elbows to peer down at the masterpiece below your hip. smeared with blood, aching and raw from the blade, the word CHOSO spreads across your upper thigh in an uneven but heartfelt script. it makes you dizzy, this marking, this sign that no one owns you better than your sacred brother does. you wonder if it will leave a scar, if it will heal; and even more so, you wonder if choso will merely rewrite it, again and again, until every cell in your body knows that you are nothing without him.
you say nothing; a whine escapes your lips as your eyes flit from the mark to choso’s eyes, dark and possessive, as he looks back at you.
“you like it?” he asks, once again the sweet thing, the doting one.
“yes,” you whisper back, never one to lie to your perfect big brother.
but you cannot hide the insatiability. choso notices the way your thighs twitch from the intensity, the way your cunt drools and your eyebrows furrow because you cannot relieve this ache on your own. you’re helpless, entirely at his mercy. choso tilts his head with a soft and unreadable simper at the sight.
“you’re really worked up, huh?” he pretends your distress is not blatantly obvious. he twirls the bloodstained knife between his fingertips for a moment before bringing the flat edge of the blade against his lips in a somber kiss. “this little thing’s got you down bad, i see.” he flashes the switchblade at you like a diamond. you watch, entranced, as choso slides his tongue across the metal until any traces of your blood disappear into his mouth.
your belly’s on fire. the switchblade shines with choso’s spit and he smiles, your blood on his tongue, while he prods your legs apart, further, until you’re entirely open for him with nothing to hide. you whine lowly as choso’s eyes flicker between your eyes, dazed and helpless, and the slick on the bedsheets.
“choso,” you repeat. “please, help me.” your eyes are wide and your voice is small and you crumble beneath the weight of your own needing, of your own body working of its own volition, of the high that collapses all over you.
perhaps it’s the way you call for him, your big brother, in your time of need. perhaps it’s the way choso can never really deny you, even when he feigns disappointment or rage or neglect. he’s bound to you, your protector, and you can see in the way his eyes soften ever so slightly that choso will not deny you this request.
“sure thing, angel. let me clean this up for you.” choso’s voice is generous as he bows his face towards your hips with the reverence of one before the altar. he leaves no room for your answer. an eager tongue swipes across your thigh and laps at the blood which pools there. his movements are indulgent, refined, as he holds your legs open with intimidating palms and drinks you in like medicine.
“choso–” you gasp, unable to look away. his eyes flit back to meet yours in reply but he continues his ministrations, slow, teasing, as he ignores your cunt entirely and licks at the fresh wound until it’s finally, sacredly, clean. your newly beloved CHOSO glimmers with his spit when he pulls away. he smiles at you then, praying over your hips, lips stained red with your blood, with your being.
“i may be their brother,” choso gestures towards the door, to the party which must still rage below, “but i’m your brother first, and now you’ll never forget it.”
the words are followed by his tongue on your inner thigh, fervent this time, as he travels downwards, downwards from his name on your leg until his nose is a breath away from your clit. you thrust your hips towards him impatiently and he accepts it, gratefully, burying his face deep into your cunt like he’s searching for gold. choso lavishes your clit with plump lips and an eager tongue, drawing the bud into his mouth and kissing it until you cry, until your legs tremble as they ensnare him in your garden.
“choso–” you’re crying, voice transcendent throughout the frat house, his favorite song. there’s a tongue prodding against your hole and a silver ring on your clit and you lose yourself within it, within choso’s breath on your folds and the fire which erupts into chaos.
when it comes to pleasing you, choso does not require air. he refuses to resurface as his tongue explores every inch, as he laps away at you with the passionate abandon only an older brother can provide. what you need, he needs, and what you desire most, choso is always willing to provide. he holds you steady as he works so you cannot escape him. he forces you into stillness as he abuses every sacred inch of your cunt, as he works you into a frenzy with his fingers and his tongue until you can think of nothing but wanting to cum.
and then, then, at the precipice of pleasure, choso pulls away. you pause as you catch your breath, heartbeat like an earthquake, and recollect your shock. why has he stopped? where has he gone? you’re about to sit up, to feign sobriety, to demand what the matter is, when something cool and smooth presses against your clit.
choso’s cheek rests against your inner thigh as he presses the flat edge of the switchblade against your cunt. it’s cold and dangerous and sublime and you cannot help but think of the way it could ruin you, that if you shifted or choso wanted it everything could end here, now, forever. and it is this fear, coupled with the coolness of the blade suffocating your clit, with the alcohol in your bloodstream, that sends you into a place from which you may never return.
the orgasm is as violent as a hurricane. the moment you tense and begin to quake with a strangled sob choso replaces the blade with his tongue and rides you through it, coating his lips with your cum and swallowing the vibrations and heightening the sensation until you are tortured by it, by the sting of pleasure and overstimulation and want.
(“that’s it,” you think he says into your skin, but your ears ring too loudly to know. “cum for me, just like that.”)
it takes some time for the waves to recede and for your body to become still again. with a head comprised of of jelly and limbs made of water you lie still, panting, as choso nonchalantly licks your slick from the switchblade with a hum and gingerly sets it back down on his dresser. you watch as he slides the belt out of his jeans and tosses it into the dark room, as he hovers above you like an angel and its lover.
“better now?” he asks against your parted lips. you nod. he kisses you, deeply, a kiss made of iron and cum and blood, tongue swiping across your teeth before he draws the air from your lungs. your vision swims when he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, between your eyebrows. he plants his love until there is nowhere left untouched, until you are buzzing with the security only your brother choso can give you.
“yeah,” you mumble back to him, content, satisfied. even the sting of his name on your body is a pleasantry now.
“good.” choso wipes the perspiration from your brow. his jeans scratch against your pelvis, and it is only then that you finally register his cock, hard and eager, waiting patiently for its turn. it is only then that you realize choso’s lesson is not yet over, that your brother’s desperate need has only begun.
“now,” he purrs, gently, lovingly, “can you show me how much you love me?”
(as always, forever, you do. you show him your love, endlessly, even when the party ends and the house falls eerily silent. you show choso everything, all of it, loyally, just as he asks, with an only you, choso, and a no one else loves me like you.
because although choso offers his love to the brothers downstairs, he will always, forever, be your brother first, til death do you part.)
#tw incest#tw dubcon#tw knife play#tw blood play#tw marking#tw yandere#choso smut#choso.#it's dark in here#it's hot in here
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Omg soft Naoya, like yes I know hes trash but he is handsome trash and I would like to be said trash’s little housewife. He soft about you in the most roundabout way with patronizing praise and backhanded compliments. He could be talking down women (their place is on their backs idk) with someone and they’d be like yeah and bring up his wife how she knows her place real good and he’d probably choke the shit out of the person right then and there saying if he EVER mentions his wife again he’d end them. He cares but he doesn’t but like if anything ever happened to you he’d lose his mind kinda vibe and I will die by this fantasy
HFDSKAJLAHS FROTHING JUST FROTHING TY NONNIE HOLY FUCK-
warnings: misogyny, violence, possessiveness, mentions of blood, yandere themes
Naoya Zen’in who carelessly jokes at the expense of others all day long, spouting filth at the ‘disrespectful’ and ‘improper’ women around him as he passes by - only to return to you, his perfect and prized little wife that he looks upon with a certain content. In the chaos that is the modern world, infested with unworthy and weak individuals, he’s managed to find a small reprieve that is you. While Naoya still hasn’t fully figured out his feelings for you, a task too bothersome for a man like him, it hasn’t stopped him from immediately claiming you as his.
It certainly doesn’t stop him from crushing anyone under his boot who chooses to slander your good image as his wife. Any comment really, malicious or not won’t go unpunished. Because who gave them the right to even think of you without Naoya’s permission. Rarely is he too seething to be unable to laugh at such a preposterous assumption, but nothing makes his blood boil more than the thought of someone other than him taking pleasure in your mere existence.
His heart is beating a mile a minute right up until the moment he lays his eyes on you upon returning home, seeing you wrapped in the finest silks while reading by the window.
You instantly perk up in hearing his arrival, setting the novel aside in favour of approaching him with a warm smile on your face.
The crease between his brow softens slightly as your hands, much smaller and more delicate, holds his. Like a transfer of worry, now you’re the one with a pained expression in examining his bloody and bruised knuckles.
Yet, you already know the reason for his injuries. Past incidents fresh in your memory, confirmed by the darkened and raw look of possessiveness in his eyes as you meet his gaze properly.
He’s done his duty, and now it’s time for you to do yours.
You don’t miss the gentle squeeze he gives your hand as you tend to his wounds. Carefully dabbing at the blood, applying ointment and bandaging what needs more attention. Though your focus is trained on tending to the cuts littering his skin, you know well that his remains solely on you.
As you bring your lips to press light and feathered kisses atop his knuckles, you can’t miss the twitch of Naoya’s lips, upturning into a smile that nobody has seen but you.
Naoya provides for you - in return you give him a reprieve like no other. And every time he comes home, bloodied and bruised or not, you swear the air grows thicker with desire to protect what’s his, for better or for worse.
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More crack headcons lol
I was gonna make like something about how the dirty talk or something, but my brain is just garbage.
pairings: Naoya Zenin x reader
Gojo Satoru x reader
warning: crack nsfw
Gojo Satoru
I just know Gojo has like two brain cells and no one can convince me otherwise.
Sometimes he is just bored during sex or feeling extra goofy, and he'd just say any stupid shit that comes to his mind and or just does anything. He sometimes just stops functioning and has the half a brain cell, that he shares with a 15-year-old.
The type of guy talk to about "The turkeys not the only thing getting stuffed tonight." during Thanksgiving. Probably talked about cooking you per railing you or slapping you like those ridiculous chicken slapping videos.
What kind of dirty talk, sex mindset is that??? I don't know??
Remember when I said he is also the kind of guy who would stop and eat the lube for fun??? Yeah, he literally would stop for a moment and try to guess what flavor it reminds him off "Oh my god babe this lube tastes like the strawberry syrup I ate as a kid, you wanna try?"
He wouldn't even do it any sexy way like licking it of his fingers or your body, now this guy just straight up squirts the bottle into his mouth like he is drinking chocolate syrup out of a bottle or eating straight spray cream.
Low-key would disgust you, who the hell eats lube for fun...?
As hot and sexy as this man is, it's almost impossible to get in some kind of sexy mood or mindest during these times, just haha funny railing.
Absolutely loses it when you tell him it feels hot.
"awww my lube glazed chicken nugget gonna get cooked by this cock?? Gonna stuff you and give you a filling pretty♡"
LUBE GLAZED CHICKEN NUGGET??
"Slap you tender?" Gojo holds back from hitting too hard, but you can truly feel how strong he actually is. Fuck, did his slaps burn and hurt, in a good way of course!
This man is impossible, probably laughed about it so hard, he hurt himself laughing. Probably has a super ugly hyena laugh mixed with some choked chicken, but it only comes out when things are hilarious to him (his jokes.)
He will take any chance to call you his little stuffed turkey or his little chicken nugget. Probably took you and the kids to McDonald's to dramatically gasp when someone ordered chicken nuggets talking about considering your poor feelings and cannibalism.
The worst thing might be when it actually flusters you, his dumbass is talking about chicken nuggets and stuffing to his students, why the fuck are you blushing.
"What are you thinking about?" Gojo smirks.
Naoya Zenin
Noaya has some accent, if I understand correctly. I don't quite understand what his accent is or what kind of accent it is, but from what I understand it's an almost more traditional Japanese. Imma just compare it with being American and British English.
Sometimes you just don't understand what he is saying. The difference between some words he uses is just so confusing to you.
It doesn't bother you that much since usually you can fill in the gaps and learn, but Naoya just straight up doesn't speak standard anymore when he fucks you.
His voice sounds even harsher with the dialect somewhat, somehow hotter if you just listen to his voice and the way he speaks. You could have sworn he blamed it on your dumbification kink, being too stupid to even understand him, because usually you can.
It doesn't bother him, he says whatever he wants, and you're too stupid to understand him. Though sometimes he does like to say hurtful things, and there it does bother him when he calls you a whore differently it would usually be described, and you just look at him with those doe eyes. Telling him his voice sounds pretty, his accent makes him speak in an almost melodic way, it's harsh yet pretty and soothing.
What the fuck do you mean his voice is pretty? He just called you a dumb whore who isn't good at anything but taking his cock. He is telling you to shut the hell up, to open up only when you're sucking him off.
Maybe it's better and more enjoyable for you if you just don't understand some of his harmful words.
It's probably some old man dialect, that a young man such as him should rarely speak, yet he dirty talks you or degrades you in it. He probably grew up speaking it, so it's just his most natural state.
Once said something along the lines of breaking you, and you almost cried because in his dialect broken would be translated to be thrown out or thrown away.
"Hell are yer crying about, I ain't done nothing yet?"
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w-what if I did actual hc about what I think they'd say and do
#gojo satoru#gojo x you#gojo saturo x reader#gojo smut#gojo imagine#naoya zenin x reader#naoya x reader#noaya zenin
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SAINT, THIS IS THE PREVIOUS BRITISH ANON AGAIN AND OMG
MATE, I WAS RIGHT. SHE WAS THE PREGGO. SHE IS THE PREGANTE. AHHHH THE LEMON BARS, I KNEW IT
Okay, so sorry about that. But I AM SCREAMING.
Anyways, onto my notes:
- I absolutely loved how you seemingly “humanized” S*ra by adding her brother into the story. It adds so much more depth than just being a hateful person towards her parents. Her only redeeming quality right now is that she cares about her siblings. However, she is so socially unaware it makes me want to cry. For fuck’s sake, you’re not the Queen, Her Majesty, but a lowly peasant and shouldn’t demand a literal funeral to be the stage for your drama.
- Toji came in clutch so much. I love that man. Yeah, get rid of the trash. We stan as always. No more comments for him. ✨Perfection✨, as expected.
- But Naoya.... BAHAHAHAAH he fools around with stupid women even though he hates it. Eula is not subtle at all and it’s unreal (she needs to get her nasty hands off of him). No wonder Naoya is so uncomfortable with that lady around. But omg - what will he do with S*ra as his “girlfriend?” (The poor lad, but this is also self-inflicted so I can’t feel proper sympathy for him). Which brings me onto the next point...
- GEN, MY GODDESS. S*ra really had the audacity to call her outfit simple when she showed up in tweed like she’s in Clueless or Peaky Blinders. Anyways, I hope Gen with all of her brains knows that something is up because why would Naoya ‘date’ someone like S*ra? Because S*ra is stanky. Frankly, I also believe that Gen knows when Toji is lying to cover stuff up. He ain’t slick, Gen knows all. I hope Gen ruins that snake’s life since she’s been hyped up so much and I can’t wait to see her at full power 😈
- I’m so happy that you’ve given Satoru a redemption arc in some aspects. I know you receive a lot of people complaining about how you control YOUR story. But I do appreciate it because we love character development. ESPECIALLY, with the mum. It genuinely brings me joy that he’s giving her a chance. It’s just another way of showing his growth as a person and how much he’s willing to try for Y/N; because I remember when Y/N wanted him to at least treat his mum with respect.
- I’m also very concerned for Y/N, not just for the fainting part but also because I don’t want her to give in to Satoru just yet? If that makes any sense?? You make me worry about her as if she’s real haha. While I love that she’s having small moments of happiness, like Satoru sticking up for her, I also now hope it’s not just the hormones messing with her lol. However, regarding her development, I really hope that Satoru helps Y/N by just keeping S*ra as humanly far away as possible. Plus, I’d love for her to design more clothes, because it’d be a great time for her to focus on what she loves.
- So, back to the pregnancy 👀 Istg, what if the baby is in danger now??? Like- I don’t want Y/N to bear the pain of losing a child, because I know how hard it can be on the body and mind. Also, I’d love to see how the baby influences the story (not even born yet and already plays a big role, so proud). Will the baby prompt Y/N to stay with Satoru? Or will it be all the more reason for her to divorce? Will this make Dadjo more pleased with his son because there’s an heir in the picture? He’s a sleaze, so most likely.
Anyways, take care of yourself! Have a cup of tea and some sleep. You’re doing great as always, love! 💕
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I actually really liked the moment Sera had with her brother. It made her seem more human and less like a delusional demon. LMA0. Also loved that this is how Gojo finds out about YN’s condition AND pregnancy because I just couldn’t see her finding the “right” time to tell him about her heart problems or pregnancy had she known about it. I feel like he’s happy about starting a family with YN but also super worried about how it’ll effect her health and if she’d even want to keep it (I feel like she would want to keep it but Gojo knows she wouldn’t be as happy as she should considering the state of their marriage) I also think he’d feel like she’s settling for him because of the child and not because she’s genuinely choosing him. Idk, Gojo seems like he truly understood why YN initially wanted the divorce in this chapter, his growth has been amazing and he’s been extremely vulnerable with YN lately, but I believe he knows a baby won’t fix their marriage and that a baby shouldn’t be the main reason YN stays. So I think I can picture him still trying to discuss the divorce with YN? Or like at least entertaining “a break” for her sake. I feel like YNs feelings about the pregnancy will be all over the place, and Gojo will just try to be reassuring about whatever YN decides. Either way I still very much want them to be end game. 💓🥺 I was born a hopeless romantic and I’m for sure going to die one. 🤣 Happy Gojo & his mom made up, and I hope Eula’s bitch ass gets caught up, I feel like the guilt is going to eat away at her son so he’ll slip up eventually & that’ll be her downfall. I wonder how YN is going to explain the whole divorce stuff to their families if she decides to stay? Anywho thank you for the chapter, my whole family & I have covid so this definitely brightened my day! Take care of yourself! Your writing is amazing as always! ❤️❤️❤️ -🧶anon
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Naoya's a smart guy, he has to be suspecting something for him to have been even uncomfortable at the mention of Eula's name regardless of the setting. I'm sure he has worries that something might come out that could reveal him as a confidant to Eula as well as implicate his family's reputation.
I also just hated Eula so much this chapter. She has absolutely no right to be putting Gojo and Yuuta through this much turmoil just because of her selfish mistakes. Dadjo was already a POS, but having made it so that the dad wouldn't even spare his own son a chance to explain? It's cruel. Her entire act disgusts me. I hope Yuuta and caregiver can somehow bring Nana justice.
Also Sera's younger siblings 😭 They deserve the world. Sucks that Sera has to be the way that she is. Wish she would just pour her energy into the people who should matter more in her life.
Perhaps, dying in your sleep would be better than suffering in a hospital bed fighting for your life.
Is this foreshadowing? I'm scared 😭 You mentioned one last 3am scene that would be heartbreaking for Gojo.. or perhaps the child?
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first off i just wanna praise you again for being soooo good at this. like srsly. what the fuck.
second, idk where to begin. but i’ll just mention the main points i rlly appreciated abt this chapter:
i just looove how you wrote sera’s pov esp when she got home. this entire chapter was a rollercoaster istg from sera appearing at the funeral home, to introducing herself to satoru’s mom, and toji intervening at the right moments (toji’s a godsend i swear, also when toji said that sera was naoya’s gf i cackled). but i really like how you wrote sera’s conversation with her brother. i went from hating sera in the funeral home scene to actually crying when she said that her siblings will always be her priority, and also when her brother said that when they’re grown up, sera will also be their priority 🥲 idk what else her role will be in the story, but i sincerely hope this is the turning point where she finally gives up on satoru and focuses her love on her siblings. she’s done many horrible things, and idk i may be too nice abt this lmao, but i genuinely think she deserves this love she’s getting from them. she deserves to be happy with them. it’s time for her to actually look around at what she has.
ok so next. what the hell was that plot twist 😭😭 that last part was just 📈📈📉📉📈📉📈📉📈📈📈 i knew that as soon as i saw the fluffy parts i shouldn’t have let my guard down!!! /j shsjsjkssk but fr tho this was like the most shocking way for us (and for satoru??) to find out abt everything, like the angina and the pregnancy???? i was fr NOT expecting the pregnancy (tho maybe a few weeks ago i did consider that y/n might end up preggo eventually). but like, we rlly found out at the exact same moment satoru found out abt y/n’s heart condition huh 😭 ngl it was an immersive experience bc like, damn this must be what satoru feels atm. whenever i read SN i try my best to be quiet bc my parents are up already by the time it’s posted but fuuuck i was screeching like a mad chicken at the last part 💀
anyways! like always i hope you had a great weekend and pls rest! don’t feel guilty abt taking that week off bc you honestly deserve it!! thanks again for the wonderful chapter saint! 🤍 also tbh this might be my new fave chapter aaaaaaa
hey guys i hope you don’t mind me compiling bc the messages have the same trail of thought. adding sera’s scene w her siblings was somehow cathartic for me bc i’ve always wanted to show her other side. as one reader pointed out, not all characters are black and white — they have layers which makes their characterization even more interesting. this doesn’t mean sera’s actions are forgivable tho but at least you can see that she’s still human. as for naoya, yes we love our master manipulator 💀 he’s been uncomfy around eula tho and that says a lot bc honestly naoya has always been able to control his emotions but not as much this time.
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Final Hours pt. 2: The Illusion
synopsis: Living life at the House of the Children of the Star is supposed to be safe and comforting. So why can’t you shake this feeling that you’re not even close to being safe?
word count: 1808
tw: rough sex, breeding, curse words, nsfw
a/n: I absolutely lied. I’m not done writing for Geto. I’ve got about ten years of silence and material I can work off of. Well, that implies... that I don’t hop on the Naoya train.
You turn your head at the sound of water splashing in the bathtub, listening to a babbling Renji and Suguru playing around in the bubble-water. It was undoubtedly adorable seeing the soft side Renji pulled out of the curse user these days, especially now that he was wanted and - in an effort to protect what he had built - ruthless.
But even his lack of tenderness with those outside of his small circle (you, Renji, Mimiko, and Nanako) had a purpose. This purpose would be re-explained to you every so often, whispered to Renji when he was asleep, and seared into the brains of those who followed him. You saw the countless evenings he spent thinking, in meetings, consuming curses… You originally thought it would wear him down faster than Jujutsu Tech had, but he only seemed to grow more powerful with every passing day.
“All done,” Suguru announces, producing a towel-wrapped Renji with a wide smile. “Now we can get you settled in for bed.” Fatherhood is good for him, you think before smiling back and holding your arms out for the giggling child. Mimiko and Nanako could be heard playing around in the hallways, no doubt testing each other’s patience with a game of tag. But you don’t mind. Nothing really bothers you anymore. At least, that’s the way you wished it were.
When you place Renji down in the crib littered with beautiful blankets and stuffed animals, the nagging feeling returns. This is all an illusion, something whispers to you, but you push the feeling away. You've gotten better at doing that lately: ignoring the sinking feeling in your gut at dinner or the tiny twinge of fear you felt at night when everyone was asleep. After you tuck Renji in, you turn to Suguru, who waited patiently for you to join him in your shared bedroom.
When he swipes a hand over your shoulder and presses his thumbs into your upper back, you relax into his touch, allowing him to strip you of the tension in your body. “It’s perfect…” he whispers behind you, and you desperately want to agree; you really do. But you keep your mouth shut, knowing that any argument would be lost the moment he set his lips to your skin or smoothed his hands over your hips. “I love it here.”
“I know,” you answer softly, and his hands still on your back.
“Do you… like it?” The hurt in his voice is evident.
“I love it,” you lie easily, trying to convince yourself that you do love it here; the children are safe, you’re safe, and no one would dare cross Suguru to get to either you or the children.
Except Satoru and Shoko. The remembrance of the two sorcerers puts you on edge again, and a shudder passes through you. You don’t even step foot out of the House for fear of them finding you and taking a sledgehammer to what Suguru carefully crafted as a safe haven.
“And I love you,” Suguru whispers, bringing you back to the present. “Mother of my children, tune to my song, blood in my veins…”
“You’re only waxing poetic because you want something from me.” The observation earns a low chuckle from him, and he smooths his fingers over your hips, making them jerk forward a little. “Just say it.”
“I want another child with you,” he murmurs, fingers splayed across your belly. “I want to have a family full of sorcerer--”
“Will this family get rid of all the non-sorcerers in the world?” The thought that any child of yours would have the capacity - of be forced - to murder makes you sick to your stomach. “Is that why you want so many children?” You’re not sure what caused you to snap, but it’s obviously caught Suguru off guard.
“Watch your mouth.” The command is emphasized by one of his hands grabbing your chin from behind. “Do you think I won’t have completed my goal before we grow our family? I have enough power to do this without their help. Our children won’t have to lift a single finger,” he hisses into your ear, taking care to lower his voice so as to not disturb Renji.
“You really see me as some sort of breeding cow, don’t you?” Suguru lets go of your chin and shuts the door to your room, and you prepare for an argument. But instead of turning to you and pointing a finger before beginning to raise his voice, he grabs your chin again, and walks you back against the wall. You stare him down, not one to back down from a fight. But he doesn’t say a word when he presses his lips against yours, roughly pushing a hand under your shirt and grabbing a breast.
“You think I see you as a cow, hmm?” You exhale shakily, daring to jut your chin out a little in defiance. You knew this game: he would soften you up with a show of dominance, tease out your submissive side, and you’d crumble into his arms and give him just what he wanted. But tonight, you won’t go down without a fight.
Yes, of course you want to give in. You want him to touch you and drive you senseless, but not at the cost of bodily autonomy.
“Yeah,” you answer confidently, feeling his fingers slip down your stomach.
“You’d be sorely mistaken, then.” His lips press against your cheek and heat pools between your legs. Fuck. You curse yourself mentally, angry your body was reacting exactly how you knew it would. “I worship you, kitten. Shit, your body is a mere fraction of what I see when I look at you.” The admission makes you look into his eyes, but you see no trickery there. His grip on your chin slackens, and that same hand falls to your waist as he trails his lips down your neck, pausing to suck on the tender flesh. “You’re more than just a mother, y/n… You know that,” he murmurs against your shoulder, and you shiver under his touch.
Suguru hoists you up easily and takes you to the bed, pinning you underneath him as he presses his lips against yours once more. “Do I have permission to make love to you?” The request is whispered against one of your wrists, and you shiver again as his lips press against that spot, too. Your throat dries up and you swallow hard, trying to form the words you want to say, and when his black eyes flick down to yours, his gaze is hard and unwavering like a stone. “Or should I fuck you like the cow you assume I see you as?”
“Fuck me,” you blurt, and Suguru’s hands instantly duck beneath the hem of your long skirt, pushing it up around your waist. Without warning, he tears at your underwear - another pair gone - and pushes your knees back forcefully.
It isn’t long before you see his pants drop over the side of the bed and feel his fingers probe angrily at your entrance. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks breathily, extending one of your legs back sharply. The question is rhetorical; he’s obviously going to fuck you regardless. You nod anyways, and he presses into you. The pain is sharp and undeniable, but as you open your mouth to cry out, Suguru pushes a hand against it. “Shut the fuck up.” You feel the urge to struggle as he moves inside of you as you’re not wet enough. But he stops mid-stroke and lubricates himself with a trail of spit before working himself back into you. “That’s a good girl… lay there and take it.”
You whimper around his hand, but he doesn’t relent while he pushes into you with force. Suguru seems to be enjoying the view, but you aren’t allowed to lay on your back for much longer. When his cock slips free and his hand comes off of your mouth, there’s a moment where the air rushes into you, but that’s quickly overshadowed by Suguru moving you sideways across the bed, your head dangling off the edge precariously.
“Open,” he commands, and you obediently open your mouth for him to insert his rock hard cock. You can’t take much upside-down, but Suguru definitely tries to shove his entire length down your throat. When you reach your limit, you slap a hand against his thigh, trying to push him off, but he grunts and removes your fingers easily. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He places his large hands on your tits as an anchor before moving back and forth and fucking your face.
You don’t know how to cope. While he invades your mouth, the sorcerer above you takes your ankle and stretches your other leg back, placing your big toe in his mouth. His tongue wraps around the digit with ease before he moves to the other toes, sucking on them without a care in the world. You want to yell, scream at him that it’s all too much, but you can’t. Not with his cock stuffed in your mouth. And when his other hand comes off of your breast to play with your cunt, you’re done for.
You practically lose yourself as all of the sensations come to a head, damn near evaporating into the air. When it’s over, though, his mouth lifts off of your foot, his cock slides out of your mouth, and his fingers leave you. You pant eagerly, wanting more, but he moves to the other side of the bed, pressing a knee against the mattress and pulling you to the other side.
When he enters you again, you claw at his back, still sensitive from your orgasm. “Su, my god!”
“Hush,” he claps a hand over your mouth again, raising a brow at your exclamation while he ruts into you. “I won’t have you waking Renji. If you wake him…” He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. You know whatever it is won’t be good.
Suguru continues to pump into you at an increasing speed, his face scrunching up like he’s about to cum. “Su, please…” you whine against his palm and that’s all it takes for him.
“Fuck!” The exclamation is followed by a warm feeling in your pussy that flows out as he continues to move inside of you, not stopping for a second to catch his breath. Somehow, he still has the stamina to continue moving as he pushes cum out of you. Then he picks up his speed again, moaning louder than before and removing his hand from your mouth. You whimper, and he looks down at you instantly. “We’re not even close to finished, y/n. You want me to fuck you like a cow? That’s exactly what I’m about to fucking do.”
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Worlds Away / Chapter 40 - One in the Same 🔞
w/c - 6,476
“Love…”.
As Satoru positions himself back on the bed with a heavy heart, he wonders how long he’ll be without her voice. Elska lies there unconscious, in her own queen-sized bed a few feet away from Naoya who is also in the same condition but in a separate bed. The room Satoru mentioned to everyone before has become their new quarters but with his own personal flare. The five walls are a deep blue-grey, the trim a dark red, all decorative furnishings either that same red or a bright light blue. The sheets both of the sleepers are wrapped in resemble the color of love. This was all designed and put together as a surprise but things haven’t exactly gone as planned.
As he situates himself next to her, Gojo finds that he desires the comfort of her heartbeat. Laying his head on her chest, he relives the horrors of when he and Choso arrived to find them. He’s weighted with guilt, having become too distracted by his mother to focus that day. ‘What did they have to go through?’, he can only imagine having seen the scene himself. Although he wasn’t particularly bothered by the gore, Choso’s reaction said it all as normal people would easily have been mortified. Gojo’s heart also sinks from the sin of dealing with the woman who gave birth to him, even if she was monstrous herself.
“My love…”, his voice is broken from emotion as he whispers to her caringly, “Please come back to me.”. He’s been informed by Nanami and the others that Toji once found her in this same state, taking 6 days to wake up previously. This information doesn’t comfort him however after perceiving the devastation her, Naoya and Toji must have experienced. ‘…and we still haven’t found him yet.’. Satoru knows for a fact that if she wasn’t mentally compromised from the attack, not having Toji will certainly destroy her.
He positions her arms to lay over him, as if she’s wrapping them around his own. Gojo is still reeling from his own experiences that day on top of everything else. The heartache that dwells within him after killing his mother plagues him as if she still existed, only differently. “Love, I didn’t know it would hurt.”. A tear spills from each of his darkened eyes, remembering the vexation that woman caused him for his entire life. There certainly wasn’t any love lost between them but a piece of him died with her and he can’t explain why. In this moment, he only needs to be held by his love. As he listens to the rhythm in which her heart pumps, he feels like he’s brought to a point of necessary, although temporary ease. Bringing her even closer lowers him deeper into security, feeling safe and nurtured by her touch alone. Her and Naoya have only been out for roughly 18 hours at this point, leaving him to also dread how much time he’ll be without her.
**KNOCK, KNOCK**
Without moving at all, Satoru calls for them to enter and sighs as he feels close to losing his composure. He decides to not hide his despair for lack of current ability.
Choso quietly strolls in and takes in Satoru’s depression. He’s apprehensive about how unstable Gojo’s been since coming back to the academy but appreciates how much the man is going through. A slight grin appears across Choso’s face though as he looks over Gojo’s clothes, they’re both wearing their group-matching pajamas. Upon approaching Naoya, Choso pulls back the covers to further evaluate him, wanting to be sure all wounds were healed. He says to his friend, “You are one fortunate man…”, and pulls the sheets up with a smile. He then takes Naoya’s hand with relief on mind, understanding that Naoya will likely be happy at the fact that he was turned. Choso has reservations about this but they’re not strong enough for him to speak on.
Megumi now enters and walks straight over to Elska, on the opposite side from Gojo. He’s still in a state of shock after being filled in on the aftermath. He’s in a foul disposition not knowing where Toji is and is even further upset with how messed her and Naoya looked upon being retrieved. When he reaches out to take up Elska’s hand, his is swatted away, causing him to lower deeper into his anger.
“Leave her alone.”, Gojo growls from Elska’s chest. He immediately feels bad for snapping at Megumi but that was the only warning he was capable of. The hurt displayed on his former student’s face that he catches out of the corner of his eyes prompts him to sit up a little. “I’m sorry Megs, I just… she’s mine.”.
Megumi is feeling disheartened by his current fears on his father’s whereabouts and feels almost completely alone as he drowns in his thoughts. The territorial stance made on Elska causes him to snap, “She is her own person, you’re fucking delusional!”. As his breath catches in his throat, he waits for Satoru to respond maliciously but becomes confused when he doesn’t. ‘I just want to make sure she’s ok…’.
Choso walks over to Megumi and speaks with purpose, “Please let Gojo have time with her, he’s been through a lot…”, and nods as if to reiterate there still are things Megumi is unaware of. Choso sees the discontent on Megumi’s face and can feel the boy’s presence fluctuating so he continues, “And we will find Toji, I promise you. He loves you, you know…”. He watches Megumi’s eyes become glossy as he tries to fend off the tears so Choso hugs him. “I’m sure he’s ok, we just have to get to him…”.
Megumi usually wouldn’t accept the embrace but he feels so incredibly small and useless. He finds Choso’s need to comfort him endearing and wishes he’d been kinder to the being in the past, knowing now how well he means. “I…I miss my dad…”, he meant for it to be a statement but the clarification is muddled by the sorrow in his voice and it only strengthens as Choso continues to try and soothe him.
“Just come back later Megs…I know you’re worried too…”, Satoru doesn’t make eye contact but his voice is genuine. “I just need to be with her right now…”. He now curls back up into Elska and sighs deeply. “She would be angry if I kept everyone from her…”, and Satoru knows this is a fact but is still not budging on the current meeting.
Megumi wasn’t expecting Gojo to offer time up so he doesn’t know how to respond. With a fake scoff he replies, “I will then.”, and heads towards the door. Before leaving he stops and turns around to face them once more, “Shoko is awake now and she wants to see you Gojo.”, then shuts it behind him.
Satoru is aware that they have a prisoner underneath the school and Shoko likely has important information to give to him, he just hasn’t the motivation to move. He buries his face into Elska further, wanting to escape his current duties and pretend they’re just napping together. “Please come back.”.
After a few seconds, Choso exhales, “I’m glad Shoko’s alright.”. After being teleported to Elska’s location, he had to carry her back through his portal while Gojo grabbed Naoya. Choso immediately began to heal Naoya after they returned to the academy but they were soon met with Nanami who requested him to see to Shoko’s head injuries as well. Choso recalls that while he was navigating through his shadow realm that Elska’s energy once again lingered behind them and even seemed to stain some of the surroundings. He’s always been curious as to why hers behaves differently than everyone else. While lost in his thoughts, he’s jolted back to the present as Gojo begins to cry next to Elska.
“Gojo…”, Choso was caught off guard but feels he needs to allow privacy as he doesn’t know what to do. The terrifying Silver Shaman condenses before him, leaving a new wave of misery within his very being. Choso’s still shaken up by the events that took place with everyone and has yet to properly deal with the emotions flowing through him. He glances over to Naoya for a second and then internally declares he will return later. He hears Gojo plead for him to wait so he turns around and utilizes patience as Satoru collects himself.
“We…We have to find Toji.”, Satoru finds himself worried with the possibilities that could be his friend’s fate. Choso nods so he says, “Please, please search for him.”. Gojo looks down at Elska who has yet to show signs of waking, “For both of their sakes, we need to get him back.”. Now darting cold eyes to back to Choso, “I will kill whoever I need to. I will fucking explode every last one of them. This is what they deserve.”. Satoru’s eyes narrow as he thinks of who this Genghis is and how that man is likely responsible for organizing the horrific event. ‘He at least helped Getou…’.
Choso felt a chill crawl down his spine while listening to Gojo. ‘He very well means it.’, crosses his mind but he’s actually reinforced by the statement because he has his own revenge that occupies the same goal. He straightens himself while looking at Satoru, “We will find them and we will end them.”. Choso now brings his gaze to Elska for the first time and finds his dark thoughts fading, beginning to feel consumed by irrational emotions that stem from her condition as well. He has this completely visceral knot that tells him to remain near her but he can’t justify why so he thinks its best not go far at least. “I’m going to try some mapping but I’ll be nearby if needed…”, Choso now reluctantly opens the door and leaves.
Snuggling back into Elska, Satoru closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing. “Everything’s so fucked up, love.”, he regretfully informs her as she sleeps. Wanting to be even closer to her, he now takes her right leg and hoists it over himself. He pulls down the front of her slip but only so he can her skin against his cheek. “They will pay for this…”, he seethes as he thinks about the new trauma her and Naoya had to live through at the hands of the Titers. “Genghis and Getou…”, his partnered enemies. He opens his eyes to slight movement. “Love?”. Slowly she begins to stir more, moving her legs and arms to in an attempt to regain awareness. Satoru hurriedly sits up and looks down to her with endearing hope.
Elska is coming to already and smiles sweetly once she opens her eyes to see Satoru. “My sweet Sati…”, she raises her arm to hold his cheek, only now detecting his anxieties. This realization triggers her though as the ominous memories play back in her mind. She instantly screams at the top of her lungs and is sent into a hysterical state once again. She doesn’t know that she’s flailing around during this until she feels Satoru anchor his body around her to prevent her from harming herself. She struggles against him though as she continues to wail. “THE CHILDREN!”, rips through the room and Satoru understands kids must have been present in the attack.
Satoru whimpers regrettably and holds her while her heart breaks. As her cries echo the otherwise silent room, he feels his heart responding, “My love, I’m so sorry…”. He rests his chin above her head as she begins to settle, although her sobs are still incredibly fierce. Her breath can be felt against his chest and neck as she heaves air in this dismantled state. He squeezes her tighter and reminds her, “I’m here love, I’m here. You’re safe now…”. He begins to tear up too as her voice goes silent and strains to make a high-pitched, fading squeak, the fact that she’s as broken as he assumed absolutely wrecking his confidence on the matter but he repeats, “You’re safe now.”, and kisses the top of her head. Satoru notices how strong her presence is and thinks that the whole campus should be aware of her waking.
Choso heard and felt her so he runs back into the room. “ELSKA!”, he continues his pace to the side of the bed where Megumi was and sits down. The sounds that leave her compel him to place a hand on her side as she’s still overlapped by Gojo. She seems to respond to him and calms down slightly but with wide and teary eyes he looks to Gojo who’s just as unnerved by the situation. He hears her say, “They made Toji…kill. They crushed…Getou…he crushed the children…”, and to these words, a tear falls from the beings face. ‘Getou has no qualms with killing innocents…’, but he keeps this information to himself while deciding he should share the tragedy of his brothers eventually.
Elska is slowly comprehending that the horrible sights behind her eyes are of the past but is still riddled with mourning. Understanding that the men have no idea of what all happened she forces herself to compose the best she can and tries to sit up. Satoru only took a second to understand so he is soon helping her. She remembers everything from the attack, which is different than how it’s happened in the past. With weary and swollen eyes, she looks at the two before her and says, “They tried to kill Naoya…”, she glances between Satoru and Choso, “His heart actually stopped.”, the fear of her prince dying reclaims its stance. “He blocked the spear meant for me…”, she looks over and sees him there laying motionlessly and begins to panic.
Choso can see her apprehension as her eyes drift to Naoya and says, “He’s right there Elska”, and grabs her hand as he can only imagine how awful that was, “He is stable and with new energy.”. Her eyes light up but then become watery again as she quietly speaks, “But they took Toji with t…them couldn’t protect both…”, and feels his lips quiver as she deteriorates before them again. Choso’s hand is now on her leg so he brushes the spot to provide additional security. “Knowing that helps, I will find him Elska.”.
Satoru feels Megumi and Itadori approaching the room so he yells, “NOT RIGHT NOW!”, and becomes satisfied when they stop. Looking back to Elska he grabs her shoulders and kisses her forehead, “Love I am going to fix all of this.”. He lifts her chin to him and with complete determination radiating from his eyes, “Everything is going to be ok. I will show no mercy.”, and she seems to be consoled by the darkness exuding him. He kisses her cheek and whispers, “We will paint the city with their blood.”.
Elska feels like his dark nature is nurturing her very soul. In a strange wave of reassurance, the calamity within her lessens so she finally begins to settle into him. While closing her eyes and taking a deep but jagged breath however, the familiar voice ricochets through her.
‘FEED FROM THE HYBRID’
Her eyes jolt open and she slowly turns her head towards Choso who’s still sympathetically rubbing her leg. She questions if she should but understands there is a reason she’s being prompted to do so.
‘YOU WILL SOON BE WHOLE’
With a mousey voice, “Sati?”, she feels through his chest, his “Yes my love?”, and pulls away from him, “I need to feed from Choso.”.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea love, why would you say that?”, Satoru is afraid that she will repeat history and is adamant about making things better not worse. He looks over to Choso who shares his reluctance and eyes him in a way to warn that it isn’t going to happen. “Love what if you lose control?”, he doesn’t understand what she could be thinking but fears it doesn’t matter as her eyes begin to glow. “Love…”.
Elska adjusts herself to her knees and holds her own body, “I think the other me is me.”. When she looks up to them both she can tell they’re confused by that but she proceeds, “I have to do it.”. She launches herself over top Choso and pins his arms down, “Choso I’m so sorry!”. She sees that Satoru has warped to that side of the bed in an attempt to reach her so she growls. He seems to be hurt by this so she adds, “JUST TRUST ME!”, and feels less anxious as he slowly pulls his hands away from her.
Choso’s in shock beneath her, not being sure as to why this is happening or if he should fight her or not. He darts his scared eyes to Gojo fearing that this won’t go over well but is confused as the Silver Shaman seems to retract. He now looks at Elska and can tell she’s not liking how she placed him in this position and suddenly feels at ease. ‘Was this why I wanted to stay?’. He nods to her and lays back down into the bed as her fangs pierce him shortly afterwards. Choso instantly moans and latches onto her, feeling one of his bent legs touching the floor kick out reflexively. She whimpers near his ear and it causes him to melt in place while she pulls from him. After a few seconds her left hand laces into his hair and grips the strands to pull his head more to the side, him closing his eyes and complying. She soon is grinding against him, exuding pleasurable noises which would have been his main focus if her presence wasn’t darkening so rapidly.
Gojo is cautiously monitoring the situation and feels he should stop it when her gestures turn sexual. Hearing her moan seductively into Choso leaves a bad taste in his mouth but remembers he chose to trust her. He knows this is the other Elska now but her words haunt him, “I think the other me is me.”, bringing him into a new state of contradiction as he thinks about how he’ll handle this if shit hits the fan. As he watches her free hand sail from Choso’s chest to underneath her he can’t help himself, “LOVE!”.
Elska grabs Choso’s member and squeezes it. She hears him quietly yelp and hums to his growing as she begins to fondle him further but eventually stops and closes the being’s puncture marks. ‘FOCUS’. Sitting herself over him she inhales deeply before looking down, “It’s incredible, how arousing your blood is…”, and manically looks down to his flushed expression, “…but it makes sense.”. She can tell Satoru reaching out behind her so she quickly grabs his wrist and flings him overhead and onto the bed next to Choso. She relishes in the shaman’s surprise to her strength and chooses to say in the lowly voice, “My favorite human…”, and grinds on Choso again instinctively, meaning the gesticulation for Satoru. Before either of them can say anything she continues, “She is right, we are one in the same…”. Still feeling overcome with desire she takes Satoru’s left hand and forces it upon her breast and whimpers when he grabs it. ‘FOCUS’, cascading through her mind. “They took my beloved but I believe they were meaning for me. I became too confident and played with the Titers, I was having fun.”. She feels the anger race across her expression as the failure surges within her again. “When the mind was repressed, we split into two in order to salvage as much as possible.”, she looks to Satoru with devious eyes, “We would’ve slowly gone mad otherwise.”. Neither of them are speaking, giving her the floor so she turns her glowing gaze to Choso, “You and I are almost exact in product, we were just born differently…I am half curse as well.”.
Choso’s eyes widen to this immensely as many pieces fall into place. Her energy that lingers, her ability to sense the darkness within him, the fact that his blood fuels her. He breaks his gaze with Elska to turn to Satoru who seems to be thinking but isn’t overly sharing his true feelings on the matter. Her presence increases rapidly again so he quickly looks back to her and becomes afraid as she licks her lips at him. She says, “If Sati wasn’t here, I’d take you right now…”, and he feels her hand caress the side of his face but holds his breath not knowing what that exactly meant. ‘Does she mean…’, and looks down at his lap as she sinks her weight into him. He cries out, “Elska NO!”, but feels himself being pinned by her again.
“Elska…”, Satoru is not sure as to what is going on but knows he should tread lightly with his disgust of her harboring secret desires for Choso. She looks to him expressionlessly but the attention was enough, “…Love, I’m sorry for doing this to you.”, he feels the shame in his heart and almost as if she could read his mind she says, “This was a war waged far before you were born sweet Sati. My ancestors and those of the Zenin and Titer clans started this centuries ago. A tragic love story…”. While still remaining her eyes on Satoru, “A Zenin once loved a woman from the Oda clan but their union was rejected for her clan’s lack of status. Oda’s were not inherently shaman and suffered in servitude to the major clans for this and many other reasons. An intelligent and unusually empathetic curse heard their plight and decided to offer them a deal. The Oda’s would evolve, allowing them capabilities of harnessing cursed energy. The heartbroken woman accepted without understanding what would be waged allowing the curse to manifest itself into fragments to take form in every Oda. The Titers, who were then one of the major clans, saw this as a threat and manipulated the time continuum to relocate the Oda’s to a place where they would not have to fear their dark powers.” She exhales, “The curse’s stipulations were for the Oda’s to end humanity by turning them into similar but lesser beings which would eventually allow the curse to take physical form once again.”. Gojo is left in awe by this explanation. ‘A Zenin?’, and turns his head to Naoya and contemplates on the unexplainable connection Elska and Naoya have always had. He realizes something and tells her, “The Zenin’s want you apart of their clan this time…”, his eyes unfasten completely, “…The Titers do too now.”, he thinks of his mother’s words that confirmed they want to breed with her.
“Yes but they foolishly misunderstand their place. The Titers never have and never will be able to control me. Their thoughts otherwise on this are contrived.”. Elska now thinks of Suguru. “I drank from Getou and learned a great deal, he’s merely their powerful puppet. I believe I placed enough doubt in his mind though, if he’s worth anything he will realize his own will.”. Choso and Gojo both wear expressions of mortification that she ignores, “If he ends up agreeing with his clan then I’ll be forced to act however.”, She grins frenziedly, “They do not properly comprehend that their fate rests on my whims.” Her eerie smile fades, “What they’ve done however, I will require lives to pay for it.”. She looks over to Naoya and winces to the reminder that he suffered greatly, “My prince will soon awaken. His DNA synthesis rapidly took course and it was unlike anything we’ve ever seen…”. Merely gazing upon her blonde lover quells her strength, “He has an adverse effect on my existence, he drains me of my ability to stay in this form…”, she looks back to Choso, “…which is why I need to become whole. You can make this possible.”.
Gojo is trying to make sense of this new information and is categorizing his brain for this purpose. When her eyes meet his own again she grins and says, “I will have you too when the time is right. You’re a variable in all of this, the Gojo’s have never had a turned amongst their ranks and with your innate power, I am hesitant to expose you to this needlessly. In theory I will be your master but your soul particularly is already so darkened that I am forced to question what your nature will be.”. Satoru has never discussed becoming like her but a small part of his heart is mended knowing that he’s not left out of her collection. “Love, I would be willing if you saw fit.”, he removes his hand from her breast and brings it to her face. She seems to like being addressed this way which cements the fact for him that they really both are Elska. ‘She refers to me as Sati too.’.
Elska abruptly dips back down into Choso’s neck and bites him again. His cursed blood reanimates through her veins and feels herself growing even stronger. The thought of wiping out the Titers and rescuing her beloved mix with the sensations the being gives her causing her to moan deeply. She feels him growing more underneath her again and smiles into him and wishes that she didn’t need his permission to turn him.
‘HE IS NOT READY YET’
Despite her current ecstasy, she yanks her head up and huffs with annoyance before closing the wounds. “Sometimes I grow fucking tired of your voice.”.
‘Who is she talking to?’, Choso feels his brow furrow as he recalls the other times she seemed to speak to no one. He’s reading that she’s now agitated and wonders if he shouldn’t make a break for it soon. He thinks about Naoya and Toji, how they would be losing their shit if they were witnessing this and doesn’t want to be at the receiving end of Gojo’s wrath either.
“You need not run…”, Elska sighs to the obvious hesitation from Choso and maneuvers herself off of him and stands. “I will not turn either of you right now for our efforts should be placed into retrieving my beloved.”. Gojo warps behind her and spins her around and she feels his arms embrace her. With confusion she asks, “Do you not fear me, Sati?”.
Satoru chuckles into her hair, “Oh I fear you…I just love you as well.”, and is surprised when this dark Elska relaxes into him. ‘She loves monsters because she is one too…’. He knows this thought would likely terrify anyone else but he feels a new bond has been created between them in this moment and reminds her, “I know you feared me but you also never let me go.”. He inhales her scent begins to sway them, “You’re my love.”. He wonders as well who she meant that random statement to but doesn’t feel the need to press her for more information as he’s still working through what was just laid out.
Being so close to Satoru, feeling his body heat and breath brings Elska back to her arousal she’s been fighting for the sake of communication. She bites his chest through his shirt and rakes her nails down his back as he whimpers. She can taste his own excitement and decides that enough was said.
Gojo feels himself being pushed onto the bed and watches Choso jump up to standing. Elska straddles him and tears her slip open before glaring down and demanding, “Remove your shirt.”. He hastily does as he’s told while admiring how frightening her mannerisms are. When she leans down to kiss him, she lifts her weight from his lap and growls, “Your clothing is still in the way.”, to which he shimmies the waistband to his thighs, allowing his hardened flesh to make contact with her bare skin. He quickly finds Choso who is standing a few feet away with his jaw slacked open, “Cho-…”, she covers his lips and aligns herself with Satoru’s erection and says, “Do not concern yourself with him whilst I fuck you.”. He then feels her wet warmth slide down his shaft and groans loudly into her palm as she felt amazing. She pins his arms over his head against the mattress and proceeds to thrust herself into him passionately. When she gasps to using him, he feels a long-forgotten desire to tame her. Suddenly Gojo experiences his own switch as she continues to bounce herself on him. He breaks an arm free and sends his hand to her throat, squeezing it as he pulls her face down to his. When she bites her lip with arrogant eyes, he understands that she’s hoping he’ll fight back for dominance and whispers into her lips, “I will have you begging me to stop.”.
Elska grins to the confirmation but all of the sudden finds Satoru is no longer below her. “Try your best, you will not break me.”, she teases in her lowly voice as she recognizes his presence behind her. She hears Gojo say, “Choso, find me something to tie her up with.”. She looks to Choso who seems to not understand why so she smiles, “Do as he says.”. Satoru now wraps a hand around her throat again and pulls her back to where she’s on her knees and feels his erection rubbing against her. She tries to angle herself so she could feel him again but fails. She huffs disapprovingly but is soon met with his grith spreading her, leaving her crying out in lust. He leans down by her ear while he seats himself completely, “Love, is that what you wanted?”, and snickers as he rams her a few times.
Choso is finding the request made of him to be completely outlandish. ‘She shouldn’t be tied up!’, he now hears Satoru thrusting into her and feels uncomfortable with witnessing it in person. What he cannot ignore though is his own throbbing while he scurries to find anything that can be used for restraints. While searching through the drawers he comes across a scarf and quickly throws it over to Gojo without looking at them. His eyes take to Naoya in the other bed and he frowns to the situation at hand but knows there’s nothing he can really do to stop Elska. It was clear to him that she initiated and wanted to further down this adventure with Satoru. He looks over to them finally and looses his breath as he’s met with her alluring eyes. ‘Does she want me to stay?’, he questions internally hoping he was wrong. “Elska?”, he asks in a small voice, becoming mesmerized with how she’s staring into him.
Gojo pushes Elska down into the bed and brings her arms to fold neatly behind her back. “Like old times…”, he teases wantonly as he secures the scarf around her forearms and wrists. He nudges her body forward so he can sit on his knees behind her and admires her body as he postures himself over her legs. With his left hand he grabs himself up to rub into her folds, moaning to the visible evidence that he’s going to be able to go wild. He notices Choso run out of the room and chuckles while gliding into her fully, “I guess he didn’t want to watch. Smart move.”, and begins pound into her relentlessly as she moans into the sheets. He grabs her throat again with his right hand to pull her back towards him and says, “That’s right love, you will take this dick and you will fucking like it.”, and slaps her ass with his left. “I am going to conquer you all over again…”, he hisses as he pulls on her waist to make sure there’s not a single inch of him missing out. She cries out, “YES!”, which causes him to tighten his grasp on her throat from the rush it sent through him while he delivers deep thrusts. He whimpers to how she feels contracting around him and takes notice to her body’s response as he continues through her orgasm. “Already, huh?”, the accomplishment fills him with pride and he expresses it by still crashing into her as she falls apart. After a harsh few minutes, he slows down in an attempt to caress her internally. “Mmmm…”, he hums to how slippery her walls have become as she pants in front of him. “Perhaps my love wants to be controlled?”, he slaps her rear again with his left hand before regaining his grip on her hip. She lowly gasps, “Please try!”, which makes him say, “I am going to destroy you…”. He decides to warp in front of her and watches her body fall into the mattress. He grabs her hair and assists her in lifting her head while tilting his chin to the side and mocking, “The scary little Elska…”, she opens her mouth so he sends himself down her throat, “…gagging on my dick.”. He works his hips into her as expected tears roll down her face. When he removes himself to allow her air, he sighs to her saliva coating her breasts, causing them to glisten every so often. To his surprise she seductively moans and challenges, “Is that all you’ve got?”, which causes him to grunt as he traces her lips with his tip. He replies, “You should know me better than that.”, and proceeds to thrust into her mouth again. When she chokes on him, he throws his head back and furrows his brow while gasping, “My sexy little Elska…”.
Feeling his grip in her hair as he harshly stretches her throat fills her with exhilaration. There are reasons as to why he is so special to her and this depravity he harbors is one of them since it mirrors a part of her nature. She looks up to him the best she can as her muscles convulse to his motions and loves the dominating way in which he treats her. ‘Nobody has ever been so brave.’, she thinks as she gags. He removes himself from her mouth again but drags his member along her face which makes her whimper with anticipation. He says, “I can’t finish until I’ve opened everything.”, and she shivers to his voice as it was chilling, knowing he’s going to take her in every way he can. He warps behind her again but is maneuvering her to lay on her left side. She tries to adjust in a way that makes her arms more comfortable but he slaps her thigh and says, “Don’t squirm now love, it’s too late for that.”.
Satoru bends her legs up towards her chest so he could have unobstructed access. Spreading his kneeing stance, he leans over her to grab her throat again while he begins to nudge her second entrance. “You are mine to fuck and so is this ass.”, and groans down to her as he feels himself slowly making progress. He loves how her face morphs into pleasure the deeper he goes and wonders, ‘Has she liked this all along?’, but is soon taken out of thought as she gasps to being further parted. He releases her throat to lean back and stabilize himself with her hip, wanting to watch himself submerge into her. “Look at you love, taking me so well…”, she cries out heatedly and he bites his lip as he backs out to start the process over. He drops some of his own saliva down where they meet and works himself in deeper, becoming completely swallowed by her. “Such a good girl…”, he breathlessly whines as their eyes meet. “…Take it all…”, and begins to set a rhythm. As he increases his force she cries out “YES SATI”, and smiles with parted lips as she’s forced to endure him. He’s watching her skin ripple and wave out from his impact and it nearly makes him come undone having the knowledge that she’s enjoying this. He pulls out of her to take in the sight of her mess and rolls her onto her stomach. After making his way back in, he leans his body to hover over hers while he continues to pound through her.
Elska is completely under his control but is rather thrilled by how rough he is being. Through her moans she tries to tell him that it’s coming but before she can, the pheromones release into the room. She turns her head and sees Satoru’s face next to hers as he fills his lungs and moans, his motions halting while he does. She hears him say, “You must love it when I fuck you like this…”, and picks up his pace again. While gasping she’s able to say, “I want more!”, and her eyes roll back when gives her exactly that. She can tell by his breathing that he’s nearing his end so she arches her back underneath him as if to present she was ready to be a pretty display. His thrusts after that became full and deep with each stroke until she feels him twitch and begin to settle. He opens her legs to guide her onto her back while remaining inside of her. The look on his face is breathtaking and she can sense his relief as he slowly nudges through her a few more times.
While holding her ankles and leaning his hips into her, he brings his gaze from her face to where they’re connected and grunts to how pleasing the sight is. He leans down to kiss her feverishly as he comes to terms with his affections for Elska as a whole and says, “I love all sides of you…”, into her lips. He leans back up so he can watch his contents spill from her after he pulls out and moans when it’s even more beautiful than he imagined. Rolling her back onto her stomach he reaches down to undo her binds and finds their lips meeting as soon as she was free.
She slides her tongue into his mouth passionately and they moan into each other again. When she breaks away she says in her lowly voice, “I don’t have much time left like this but one day I will be whole. Let’s see if you can overpower me then.”, and brushes her thumbs across his cheeks. “I will be a blend of all attributes but I can promise I’ll want more of this.”. Her eyes feel heavy now as she feels her state diminishing, “I will have to sleep again but I will return to normal when I wake. Will you…”, she hesitates, “…will you bring me to sleep next to Naoya?”. She’s taken back by his kind smile as he lifts her up into his arms. They sway as he uses his knees to bring them to the edge of the bed and they nearly fall over as he works to swing his legs out to the floor.
They laugh together as he awkwardly finds his balance but he feels her sincerity as he walks them over to Naoya. “You can rest easy love and I’ll clean you up…”, he tells her as he lowers her down next to the sleeping Zenin. Her eyes are quickly losing their glow as she lays there and wraps her arms around Naoya’s left one, so he knows she’s going to be out here soon. “Love?”, she brings her hazy gaze to him, “We will find Toji, I swear it’s my priority.”. She smiles and thanks him before saying, “I’m glad to know he’s important to you as well Sati. Please, locate my beloved…he needs me…”. While he was forming his next words she closes her eyes and falls asleep instantaneously. “Love, I will make this world work for you…”, and leans down to kiss her once more. He stands upright again to find something to wash their wonderful experience with. After wiping her down he crawls in the bed and uses the slightest bit of space given to make his own spot, wanting to be next to her. He ponders on what she said earlier about the curse’s will to replace humanity and smiles into her neck, “I don’t much care for humans either…whatever your endgame is, we will succeed.”.
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Decided to post one of my OC’s on here, so I hope y’all like her
( the devil's match ) ┊ ❛ ya know, being a dick will not make yours any bigger, so can we skip that step and get to the part where I break your neck? ❜
character name . . kyomi tausa'afia ka'uhane.
title / ring name . . ms. ka'uhane / 'the goddess of volcanoes and destruction, pele!'
meaning of names . .
kyomi: "pure and beautiful, to cleanse." named after her paternal grandmother, it was one handed down every few generations to those who seemed to shine bright with purity from birth, which was exactly what she appeared to have done. as she grew, she always had a shining glint in her eye, though many would say it's one of mischief while others see differently.
tausa'afia: " pleasant, lovable " in the first few days of her life, she didn't have a middle name as their family reserved it for when their personality began to shine through, that way they had a name that fit them that emerged later on. kyomi was a sweet and adorable baby, capturing the hearts of anyone who held or even looked at her, hence why her middle names meaning reflects just that.
ka'uhane : " soul, spirit " the surname is from her father's family line, having been derived 1500 years ago to distinguish his family's martial arts as users of spirit and soul, versus just muscle and occasional mind.
nicknames . .
" i can't believe you'd put yourself in danger like this, kyo, do you thrive on getting your head kicked in that badly? " — wakatsuki takeshi, seething, after winning her battle against saw paing but sustaining major injuries.
" pele, you'd better not fucking lose, fuck him up! " — adam dudley and cosmo imai yelling at her from the stands during her match.
" the strength of your spirit never ceases to amaze me, tausa, but remember, even the strong need to rest sometimes, and you need to realize that doesn't make you weak. rest now, get your revenge when you're healed. " — sawada keizaburo, attempting to comfort his best friend after being unsure of whether her unborn child will survive due to being forced to fight in the kengan annihilation matches despite her condition.
" you still haven't figured it out yet, 'omi? you cannot love both of us and act like it's fine and dandy. fucking pick or i'll kill him right now. " — ohma tokita confronting kyomi after finding out that she's been sharing a bed with Ichiro Nakata as well as him, ready to kill the supposed 'superman'.
age . . kyomi is is twenty years of age
gender . . she was born of the female gender.
height/weight . . she stands at 5'2'' while weighing 155lbs of pure muscle.
appearance . . " oh, but that's the irony, broken people like her are not fragile. "
kengan match records . . 46 wins, 0 loses.
physical scent . . kyomi's natural scent is one of the saltwater and sandalwood, with hints of plumeria flower.
sexual orientation . . she is bisexual, biromantic.
marital status . . currently not married.
" i can't believe your sweet-tempered father was reincarnated into that girl. she's tough as nails. "
occupation . . kengan fighter, personal body guard / assassin, head of the ka'uhane clan with the inherited abilities of her ancestors. *
personality type . . enfj-t — the protagonist.
[ positive ]
‣ motivational, inspirational; bring out the best in others
‣ very perceptive about people's thoughts and motives
‣ fun to be with - lively sense of humor, dramatic, energetic, optimistic
‣ strive for "win-win" situation
‣ loyal and committed
‣ warmly affectionate and affirming
[ negative ]
‣ tendency to be smothering and over-protective/manipulative and controlling
‣ doesn't pay enough attention to her own needs
‣ critical of opinions and attitudes which don't match her own/sometimes unaware of social appropriateness or protocol
‣ extremely sensitive to conflict, with a tendency to sweep things under the rug as an avoidance tactic/blames herself when things go wrong, and not give themselves credit when things go right
‣ her sharply defined value systems make her unbending in some areas/she may be so attuned to what is socially accepted or expected that she's unable to assess whether something is "right" or "wrong" outside of what her social circle expects
personality description . . ❛ part of her mystery is how she is calm in the storm and anxious in the quiet. ❜
‣ kyomi is a typically bright, energetic and friendly individual, radiating warmth and acceptance to all those who come in contact with her. her kindness is talked of in abundance with her people, as well as her humor that can at times have the entire tribe rolling about with laughter. exceptionally considerate of others feelings, she will often force hers down to where she no longer has to deal with them so she can focus on the tasks/needs of others at hand. despite all of this, she is a skilled warrior who’s talents outshine those who are double her age and trained every moment of the time, leading to her confidence in her abilities to border on cocky. with these abilities however, she is able to defend her tribe and grow an ever expanding bodyguard service from those she’s trained, hiring them out to the highest bidder with these skills. her intelligence is what helped her launch the idea, her mistrust and misjudgement will end up being her downfall; getting her into situations where she’s forced to be the compeditor for Omni Air International, who threatened to level her village if she didn’t comply. over her family and fellow villagers she is fiercely protective and thoughtful, willing to lay down her life if need be for them so they could continue to live in peace. aside from that, she at times can be extremely angry and resentful of the hand she had been dealt, knowing that it was beyond her control and that was what bothered her the most. in competition, she is a blood thirsty and calculating competitor, who would rather break necks than ask or answer any questions directed at her. when pushed to it, she will shut down the side that everyone knows and loves entirely, revealing a murdeous monster who would tear down anyone in her path.
likes . . relaxing in the sun, training, eating exotic and new foods, spending time with her twin children.
dislikes . . being told what to do/forced into situations where she has no control, arrogant people, disloyalty, early mornings.
skills . . healing by meditation, knive throwing, rock/ice climbing, cooking, drawing/painting, ballet, hula dance.
any flaws . . she can be very critical of others with no real cause, her jealousy is out of control, she’s got a large scar on her back, left hip and left thigh from when she was attacked by a shark at the age of 12.
personal phobias . . deep bodies of water, dark spaces, being alone,
habits . . nail biting, smoking, constantly triple checking her surroundings, self isolation when feeling vulnerable.
weapons . . seismic senescing through her hands and feet, pressure point and medical knowledge, garrote, knive throwing, judo, kenpo, jujitsu, grappling, wrestling.
family or blood relatives . . — akela ka’uhane | father, 39 years old | alive | intermediate chief along side his wife in his daughters absence/guardian of his grandchildren.
— makani ka’uhane | mother, 37 years old | alive | intermediate chieftess alongside her husband in her daughters absence/guardian of her granddaughter/healer
— noe olina ka’uhane | daughter, 3 years old | alive | living with her grandparents while her mother is away, training in meditation and energy control with her grandfather.
—- kanoa haikili ka’uhane | son, 3 years old | alive | living with his grandparents while his mother is away, training in meditation and energy control with his grandfather.
affiliated company / empoleeyer . . omni air international
friends . . — miyuki dotokayashi | best friend | alive | daughter of naga dotokayashi, ceo of Omni air international
— sawada keizaburo | best friend/unofficial bodyguard & uncle to her children | alive | kengan fighter/employed by murder music.
— wakatsuki takashi | best friend/father figure | alive | kengan fighter/empoyed by furumi pharmaceuticals.
— saw paing yoroizuka | close friend | alive | kengan fighter/employed by village of the dawn.
— adam dudley | close friend | alive | kengan fighter/employed by boss burger.
— imai cosmo | close friend/brother figure | alive | kengan fighter / employed by nishihonji security services.
— okubo naoya | close friend/ex-lover | alive | kengan fighter.
— himuro ryo | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.
— kaneda suekichi | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.
— gaolang wongsawat | close friend | alive | kengan fighter.
romantic interest(s) . . ohma tokita & ichiro 'lihito' nakata — ❛ you’re selfish, is what you are. making us both love you and then refusing to choose, what the fuck is your game? ❜
— ohma 'the ashura' tokita : my, oh my. the relationship between ohma and kyomi began when they first encountered each other during her first trip to japan 2 years prior, representing Omni Air International and winning 27 consecutive matches before the annihilation tournament took place. they met in a coffee shop, he decided to stop in and devour whatever pastries they had on display for the day, and due to his large, intimidating frame, most people were afraid of him and kept his distance; not kyomi. she found his seemingly brooding and potentially aggressive nature comical in contrast to the sweet treats he was eating, so she being the outgoing individual she was, went up to him and asked him how the desserts tasted now that he'd robbed everyone else of the chance. her boldness and confidence in the way she carried herself was enough to catch his attention and intrigue, so he invited her to sit with him and try the remains of what he hadn't inhaled just yet. it was in that sit down, taste testing the different assortments that laid in front of them, that a bond was formed and only grew with the more time they spent together, finding more commonalities than initially suspected. as close as they got, there was still a wall put up between the two of them, set up unintentionally by both parties to refrain from either getting hurt. this didn't stop jealousy and possessiveness to overwhelm the 'relationship' that they had developed, resulting in it's momentary end in an explosive way. now, two months later, they met once again at the kengan annihilation tournament representing their respective companies, which was a shock to them both, especially on her end. the greatest shock for ohma was when the new 'superhuman' he had been introduced to a little while prior to this, was now following around his woman like a puppy, only sparking the killer instinct within him that lie just beneath the surface. that, and the hickies and love marks that covered her body in the most obvious and infuriating places. now aggressive and hostile toward the woman who somehow held a vice grip on his heart, he couldn't help but blame himself at the same time for allowing her to slip through his fingers, however he will be damned if he lets 'lihito' steal what's his. with kyomi seeming to decide that she was fine with loving the both of them, fucking the both of the, that was when he snapped and would become a much more outwardly angry person than his usual calm demeanor, lashing out at any person who happened to make the wrong comment in his presence. despite his feelings of rage and hostility toward the situation, he couldn't help the fact that he loved her, and he would continue to love her even if he hated the choices that she was making, and the fact that even though he knew her for two years time now, it still felt as though she was hiding a part of herself from him, which was frustrating for the fighter, because in their long nights together, he had spilled his guts to her, given her every part of him, and he was met with this.
— ichiro ‘lihito’ nakata : meeting this goddess was a complete accident, one that ichiro was more grateful for than he cared to admit out loud- scratch that, he'd happily yell it from whatever roof top she requested. having met after he was observing his competition for the next few matches, he quickly took notice of the seemingly unbeatable 'pele', swiftly deciding two things: that she would soon be his, and he did not want to fight her in any upcoming matches, because he knew he would get his ass handed to him, and that wasn't something the self proclaimed superhuman could afford to his ego or image. after she mopped the floor with her opponent, he approached her and asked if she would like to get something to eat, explaining he knew just how strenuous and appetite increasing these matches could be, it didn't take much pressure to get her to agree. the two went to an authentic japanese ramen shop, as she had never been before and had only been in japan for a few days, which was mostly spent fighting or training, this being the first time she actually had a moment to herself to breath. they ate bowl after bowl, stacking the piles high as they could go before ichiro realized that this woman had not only stolen his heart, but emptied his wallet as well, not that he minded. her smile and full belly was all he cared about at that moment. over the next few months, the two became closer and closer, though there was weeks where she would pull away and disappear, for reasons he did not know of; come to find out much later, she was spending the other parts of her time with the infamous ohma tokita, his self decided rival in the kengan matches. this discovery once they had arrived at the tournament only fueled ichiro's rage and desire to win, to prove that he was the better man, the stronger man, the one for her. though the two decided amongst themselves that they would compete for her heart, they were infuriated to see that she decided that it was fine to simply love them both, which wouldn't have been too terrible for him if it wasn't for the fact that ohma made it abundantly clear that he wasn't okay with that, and would repeatedly threaten ichiro's life, which was met with the response of 'try it' every single time. the relationship that they have is a rather lax and easy going one, though at times he can be a bit smothering and over-protective, that's only because he doesn't want to lose out on what he sees as his one chance at happiness.
backstory . . kyomi was born the only child to a long line of renowned martial artists, one that had developed it's own style that included many aspects that weren't included in the traditional way of teaching. over 1500 years ago, her ancestors figured out how to manipulate matter and atoms, giving them partial manipulation over their surroundings as well as a physical power up. they also figured out the ability to heal themselves faster through the power of meditation, which came in handy for those who chose to be warriors, such as kyo. the longer the line, the more ancestors that could be called upon for assistance in a fight, using their knowledge and own distinct styles of fighting, the stronger the power up, making kyomi at the time, the strongest ever of her line, surpassing that of her past life and previous tribal chief by what seemed like miles. from a young age, she displayed strong discipline and technique, mastering things thrown at her within a few days time and leaving her teachers in absolute awe, as well as her parents, though they also beamed with happiness. the ancestral spirit didn't manifest in every generation, it only happened when the current host dies, so it can be passed to the new one, which so happened to be a feisty, strong-willed and opinionated young woman who was more than willing to kill for her goals and those she cares for. at the age of 16, she made the mistake of getting too attached to a tourist visiting one of the vacation spots on the main parts of her island, resulting in her losing her virginity and discovering she was pregnant a few months later. with the support of her family and village, she had her children and would not have been able to handle it without the backing that she had. as chieftess in training, her father and mother handled most things for her while she focused on her own children, but also growing up still given she had them so young. it was during this time that it became apparent that she was suffering from post-partum-rage, which was honed and harnessed into a deadly weapon to add precision and greater force behind her strikes. at the age of 18, she was brought to omni air international headquarters by her best friend, being told that her father wanted someone strong to represent his company in what was known as the kengan matches in japan. this didn't appeal to her too much, initially she refused, but when her home and tribe were threatened with extinction, her own children who were innocent, she had no choice but to comply. her best friend had no knowledge of this, and was unable to stop her father from forcing her companions hand, but it was no use, he would not budge on his decision. she was the strongest by far that he had come across, and he wouldn't let her slip through his fingers when he had the power to bend her to his will, no matter the rage and resentment he was building within his fighter. after saying her goodbyes to her one and a half year olds, her parents and her village, she set off to japan, where she found it hard to adjust to the culture and the language, resulting in many fights and brawls due to misunderstandings. it was during this time that she met several people who would become close friends and mentors to her, the relationships forming due to their close proximity from the kengan matches, as they were all participants in some way or another. the romantic relationships she did not plan for, and being the privileged person that she was, assumed that she would just be able to have both of the people who had captured her heart, not taking their feelings into consideration whatsoever. this was a result of no one taking hers into consideration for bringing her there in the first place, forcing her to fight for the lives of her people and not being allowed to lose no matter what. she cared very little for what people viewed as 'fair', even if she did love them.
extra . . — kyomi is ambidextrous, though the punches from her left hand hurt far more than the ones from her right, she believes most of her past lives were prodominantly left handed, which she finds awesome as hell.
— even after two years, the people closest to her, aside from sawada and wakatsuki, known nothing about her life back in hawaii, which is something that she prefers to keep due to her not knowing who she can truly trust anymore.
— though both ohma tokita and ichiro nakata have perminent places in her heart, if she was forced to choose, she would have to drop them both because she couldn't bear hurting one by choosing the other
— sawada interestingly enough knew kyomi before she came to japan, having met her a few times when he and his employer made trips to hawaii to open new stores there for murder music, as he was her body guard as well as fighter. the two clicked while she was pregnant, he was very kind and thoughtful when interacting with her, never once judged her and was there when her twins were born. he's a brother that she never had, acting as her protector and best friend all at the same time; the relationship she has with lihito makes him sick to his stomach but it's her life, and he refuses to say anything for fear of getting his face kicked in.
— she and raian have an unspoken rivalry, due to them both having destructive power, and her being referred to as 'the devil's match'. kyomi finds his blood lust entertaining and would love to fight him, him feeling the same with her, but having a bordering obsession with her as well, having to keep constant tabs on her and be aware of where she is at all times, something he does his best to keep hidden from everyone, including those in the kure clan. If anyone is going to beat her for good it would be him.
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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 104
more monte cristo stuff and the agency gains a new member!
[[cont from part 103]]
Francesca: *looking at photos on the walls* <...I see where you get your eyes.> *points to one photo of a child with Valentine's grandparents--who are also much younger in the photo*
valentine: ^///^; aww...
Francesca: *sad smile* <Sorry. I know you didn't...>
valentine: it's fine, fran, really.
Francesca: "..." *shudders, holding onto herself*
valentine:...fran? are you ok?
Francesca: *shakes her head* <I-I see how well you get along with them...and I miss him...>
valentine:....*hugs*
{*a little girl smiles as her father enters...he's in a military uniform*}
{Fran: <Daddy!>}
{fran's father: *hugs her* <hello, sunshine.> ^^}
{Fran: <Hee hee...Daddy hasn't shaved!>}
{fran's father: <oh my, seems i forgot> ^^; }
{Fran: <Go shave before Mommy gets upset!>}
{fran's father: <ok, sunshine, i will.>}
Francesca: <...> *holds onto Valentine*
-elsewhere-
Joker: *smoking on the roof, looking out at Amaterasu*
nana: .....
Joker: *points* "Don't go near that place..."
nana: ....someone died there, didnt they?
Joker: "..." *nods* "Lot of people..."
nana:.....do you remember your mom and dad?.....i only remember my mom....she left and never came back for me....it's because of what i am, wasnt it?
Joker: "...Beats me what happened to my parents. But given what I know of the Shadows, I wouldn't blame your mom...If she came back, the Shadows wouldn't let her have you."
nana:.......i wish she would....but i know she wont....
Joker: "...Sorry."
nana: ....if i wasnt born romani, i wouldnt be here....
Joker: "It's not fair, is it?"
nana: *sniff*
Joker: "..." *pat on shoulder* "I'm sorry, kid..."
nana: 7~7
Joker: "Just let it out..."
nana: *gross crying*
Joker: "..." *hug*
nana: !!!!
Joker: "I'm so sorry for what they put you through..."
nana: ........
Joker: "It can get better..."
nana: how?
Joker: "Find something you want to do to make this world better."
nana:....
-elsewhere-
stocking: *enters, looking exhausted*
Kid: "Welcome home...Tired?"
stocking: *walks past him and flops face first onto the bed, groaning into the mattress*
Kid: ._.; "..." *sits on the side of the bed, rubs her lower back gently*
stocking: *pleased groan*
Kid: "Rough day?"
stocking: *responsive grunt*
Kid: "I'm sorry...Just rest. Can I get you anything?"
stocking: i demand cuddles. =3=
Kid: "..." *lies down, holds her*
stocking: *purrs* can i lay my head on your lap?
Kid: ^^; *sits up, letting her head rest on his lap*
stocking: =///w///= *purrs*
Kid: *strokes her head* "So cute~"
stocking: hehe~<3 u/////u
Kid: *hums*
-elsewhere-
heloise: ......
Villeforte: <You took your time getting home...>
heloise: ...<traffic was terrible.>
Villeforte: *spots her shopping bag* <But not so bad to waste more money on cosmetics...>
heloise: <is that so wrong?>
Villeforte: <...Valentine is at her grandparents tonight. Did you put down Edourard for his nap?>
heloise: <of course i did!>
Villeforte: <?! ...Thank you. I have some work to finish...> *turns away on his cane*
heloise: ......*glares* *heading upstairs to her room* ......*unpacking her bag and looking at one bottle*
*it looks like a liquid...labeled 'brucide'*
heloise:....
{Fawkes: <Brucide?>
{heloise: <yes. i can offer you any ammount of money you'll take for it.>}
{Fawkes: <...What do I need money for? Besides, it's a common enough medicine--I'm sure a physician could write you a prescription...>}
{heloise: ..... }
{*behind Fawkes are different insects in glass cages*}
{heloise: !!! <what are those ghastly things?!> }
{Fawkes: <...Bugs. You know? Insects?>}
{*one seems to be on fire...*}
{heloise: ?! }
{Fawkes: *sighs* <These things--> *taps the glass* <--may clue us into why humans are blowing up.>
{heloise: <these?>}
{Fawkes: <Yes, these...Between you and me, I think they turn humans into those Infernals.>}
{heloise:.....<how dreadful...>}
{Fawkes: <Indeed...That's why we need to learn how they can cause that in humans...to stop it, of course...> *turns his back to her, while he adjusts something on the cages...*
{heloise:.... *glances at a bottle* }
{Fawkes: *still turned away from her...*}
{heloise:....*takes the bottle*}
{Fawkes: "..." *smiling while she's not able to see him*}
heloise: (im amazed how i managed to get away with it so easily... oh think of what i can do with that money. vacations in milan, penthouse in new york, and then....) *thinking about wilmore* =w= hehehehe.....
{Wilmore: *strokes her face* <Such soft skin...>}
heloise: *drooling*
-elsewhere-
Dumas: *shudders*
marquis: ?? <is something wrong?>
Dumas: O~O; <...Did someone leave the window open? I felt a chill...>
-elsewhere-
Aizawa: "...This means keeping the location secret even more important..."
nezu: indeed.
Aizawa: "You briefed Kan yet?"
nezu: indeed i have. the buses will take different routes to the location.
Aizawa: "What did background checks on the bus drivers turn up?"
-elsewhere-
Twice: "Okay, so, according to the Internet, a typical human can lose 3 pints of blood before dying..."
himiko: take two pints, got it.
Dabi: -_-# "They only take _1 pint_ when you _donate it_..."
himiko:....one and a half pints, got it.
Twice: *slides the panel on the door* "Hello! Please put your arm through here!"
Queen: *curled up in the corner* "..."
himiko: queeeeeeeniiiiiiie~ we'll give you a cookie if you doooooo~
Queen: "..."
himiko: owo want me to come on in? OK! *goes in* wanna talk about crushes? OwO
Queen: *gets up, back to the wall, assuming a fighting pose*
himiko: aww, she wants to play! ^^
Dabi: "We're not supposed to cause undue harm..." *takes out a rag* "Let's just knock her out..."
-elsewhere-
Stevi: *still 'wearing' Reina's face* "No luck finding her...Damn...They hide in public, no one spotting them...Inside person...Spies...Whole plan they have going..." *mutter mutter...*
reina: ._.;;;;
Stevi: "...I made it awkward..." *reverts, to their faceless appearance* *their voice seems to come out of nowhere* <Is this better?>
reina: ^^;
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: "Wash up."
sonia: ok papa.
miyuri: ok! ....how do you wash dishes? owo;
Chuuya: "..." *gets the step-stool*
miyuri: *watching*
Chuuya: "First, use a fork or paper towel to brush the big food off into the trash can..."
miyuri: *nods*
Chuuya: "Then we take one drop of dish soap...to scrub the plate clean."
miyuri: ooooh!
sonia: ...*smile*
Chuuya: "Right...Make sure to scrub the rough greasy spot..."
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: "Be careful."
gin: we will.
Tachihara: "I promise, nothing bad will happen to me."
naoya: i got you guys covered. ^^
Akutagawa: *nods* "Thank you...Give them hell."
-elsewhere-
Mantis: -^- "At least he paid us...but that Church fiasco..."
nailfile: no shit.
izzy:....
Lust oni: "What's wrong, Izzy?"
izzy: just...still annoyed is all.
Lust oni: "D'aw, that's too bad, sweetie...That clown man bother you?"
izzy: not him....it's burns that's pissing me off....
Lust oni: "??? The Church?"
izzy: he went full name basis on me. and THEN he had to bring up those fucks from haijima. like, FUCK, let me live my damn life in peace already!
Lust oni: "You're right--it's not fair...Want to kidnap him?"
izzy: nah, it aint really worth it.
Lust: >w> "...Could I~?"
izzy: ....
-gunshots from outside-
izzy: the fuck?
Mantis: "?!" *grabs a knife...*
-silence-
-the door then is shot into the room at high force-
izzy: !??!
nailfile: what the hell?!
hirotsu: good evening. i hope you dont mind us dropping in.
Tachihara: "We're just in for the drink special..."
hirotsu: and i believe you're in our seats.
izzy: tch- _your_ seats? just who the hell are you anyway?
Tachihara: "The people who control this bar, this port--" *aims his pistol at Izzy's head* "--and soon this town..."
izzy: *whistle* well arent you cocky.
Tachihara: "I don't like to brag..." *wink*
Lust oni: o\\\w\\\o
Mantis: "Nuts to that! We're the Hell Blaze Gang!"
hirotsu: so we've heard. tell you what, we'll give you two options, the first being leave now without any troubles.
izzy: and if we refuse?
hirotsu: then it wont be pleasant for you.
Gin: "..."
Mantis: *bug hiss*
izzy: really....well then gramps....*holds up her dice* wanna gamble with fate?
Gin: "???"
izzy: *drops the dice, which releases a smoke screen*
Gin: -_-;
Tachihara: *covers his mouth...*
izzy: *PUNCH*
Tachihara: *knocked down* "OW, MY NOSE!"
Gin: "?!" *aims...tosses--*
Mantis: *catches*
Gin: "?!!"
Mantis: *throws--*
Gin: *dodges, leaps behind overturned table*
Waitress: "FUCK THIS! THE TIPS AREN'T WORTH IT!" >~<
Tachihara: *shooting at their table*
Mantis: *sneaking on Tachihara through the smoke...tackles Tachihara, dragging him into the smoke*
Tachihara: "SHIT!"
hirotsu: !!!
nailfile: *lunches*
hirotsu: *dodges and grabs her by the arm and throws her*
nailfile: GAH!
Gin: *pulls out something from her jacket*
naoya: BEHIND YOU!
Gin: *tosses the kunai over her shoulder, and the bomb at their table*
-FWSSHHHH-
Lust oni: *coughing* "Ugh!"
Gin: "Naoya, close the exit..."
naoya: got it!
Lust oni: *frowns* "Oh, no you don't!" *stiffens their body--which becomes engulfed in flames*
naoya: !!!!!
Lust oni: *runs at Naoya*
Gin: "Naoya!" *finds the extinguisher ball, tosses--*
-nice catch-
-TOSS-
*sonic vibrations shake around Lust, their flames going out as they cover their ears*
Izzy: mantis, get in there!
*from the lingering smoke, Mantis's blade flies out--it pins Gin to the wall by her sleeve*
Gin "?!" *ripping at the sleeve*
*looks like Mantis is emerging from the smoke behind Izzy*
izzy: took you long enough-
*a sound of the safety being taken off a gun is heard, its muzzle at the back of Izzy's head, and a knife put in front of her neck from behind*
izzy: ?!?!
???: "Now, then...How 'bout giving us back our table?"
*Tachihara, wearing Mantis's clothes, stands behind Izzy*
izzy: you little shit...
Mantis: *punched, collapsed without his clothes on the floor* X~X
Tachihara: "Hee hee..."
-elsewhere-
Kid: "Zzz..."
stocking: *snuggles*
Kid: =w= *sleep snuggle*
stocking: love you kiddo~
Kid: "Love you, Stocking..."
-morning-
naho: =~=;;;
Sakuya: "What's wrong?"
naho: just got into a ship war with some person online last night. =3= kinda in a sour mood.
tsubaki: want us to call your friends over?
naho: *nods*
Sakuya: "That should be fun..."
Black Star: "..."
naho: yeah, i know maki's wisdom and naomin's open-mindedness will cheer me up!
Black Star: "Good attitude!"
-elsewhere-
Gin: "One torn sleeve...Not terrible."
higuchi: im just glad you didnt get hurt to bad. *sewing the sleeve*
Gin: "Likewise. Now to be ready for their inevitable counter-attack..."
higuchi: yeah....im still worried about the rats to be honest....
Gin: *nods* "Even with the pardon, they could be anywhere...We'll need new security."
higuchi: and allies...
-elsewhere-
Lucy: *doing push-ups*
kirako: *reading the paper*
-more ability users appearing from the woodwork! could it be the fallout of the death city mist incident?-
Tanizaki: "Scary stuff..."
kirako: i guess those abilities had to go _somewhere_ if not to their original owners...
Lucy: *finishes* *pants* "But...could you imagine that? Like, if my Anne went to someone else? Or if Tanizaki's did?"
Tanizaki: "..." ("Or if I got mine...")
kirako: it would be quite scary.
Lucy: "Y-Yeah..."
Tanizaki: *looking dour*
yosano: or if i got some other ability entirely.
Dazai: "Good morning, everyone--" *he's in a furry tiger suit*
kirako: .....
ranpo: cool pjs.
Tanizaki: O_O;
Dazai: "Thankee!"
atsushi:....im gonna take a nap in the clinical room now.
Lucy: -_-# "I find this offensive and will kick your butt down the street..."
Kunikida: *hears Lucy* "..." *single tear*
fukuzawa: before you do that, we got a case.
Tanizaki: "O-Oh?"
fukuzawa: it seems a middle aged man in the suburbs has recently awakened an ability and refuses to leave his room. his wife contacted us in hopes we could convince him to leave the building.
Lucy: "Oh, like Mr. Katai?"
kenji: i'll help!
Tanizaki: "I'll go, too."
atsushi: same here.
kenji: ^^
Lucy: "Have fun!"
Kunikida: "Don't screw up."
-elsewhere-
valentine: <thanks for having us over.> *hugs*
Mrs. Saint-Merand: ^^ *hug* <You're always welcomed.>
Mr. Saint-Merand: >_>;
Francesca: "..."
valentine: <see you soon.> *waves*
Mr. Saint-Merand: <D-Don't be a stranger...> >_>;;
Francesca: ^^; ("How sweet...")
-elsewhere-
maki: ^^
naomi: thanks for inviting us out today.
naho: ^^
Master: "Orders are on their way...Here are your drinks."
naho: thanks!
Sakuya: *sips on his cola* "How've things been at the Fire Company?"
maki: we did get some new recruits. ^^
Tsubaki: "That's exciting. How are they getting along? They becoming new friends?"
maki: yeah. petra's a bit stubborn, but rita's really sweet.
Sakuya: "Those are the nuns, right?"
maki: mmhmm. ^^
Tsubaki: "Anything special the Agency is doing for summer, Naomi?"
naomi: still thinking on that.
Tsubaki: "Same, I'm afraid. It's been surprisingly busy..."
naomi: yeah, especially since the mist incident.
Sakuya: "What was that, anyway?"
naomi: i still dont know. bro's still shook up about it...
Sakuya: "Sorry."
Tsubaki: *nods* "That's too bad...He's still at work?"
naomi: yeah, he's actually working a case today.
Sakuya: "Hope it goes well.
naho: *nods*
Tsubaki: "..." *smiles* "How about a get-together? We could cook something for him."
naho: yeah, that's great! it'd be like sebby cooking for ciel! >w<
naomi: i know! >w<
maki: ^w^
Tsubaki: "...Um...Yes." ^^;
Sakuya: *sips*
naho: now that i mention it, i should probably bring up what's bothering me. you know 'youkai gakuen' right?
naomi: um, YEAH! the anime announcement just came up and im so excited!
naho: yeah! takagi and shima-kun are so OTP!
naomi: totes!
maki: you mentioned a ship war, please dont tell me you got into the TakaShi vs TakaMoto drama.
naomi: i wont judge, im a multishipper anyway, gotta keep an open mind. ^
naho: it's not that, this person ships TakaShi too...
naomi: but you said-
Tsubaki: O_O; *whispers to Sakuya* "What is--"
Sakuya: -_-; "Just listen sympathetically..."
naho: the PROBLEM IS THEY SAID SHIMA IS AN UKE AND TAKAGI IS A SEME! THEY'RE WRONG! IT'S TOTES THE OTHER WAY AROUND! SHIMA-KUN IS THE SEME AND _TAKAGI_ IS THE UKE!
naomi + maki:............*FALLING OUT OF THEIR SEATS*
Master: *looks up* "???"
Sakuya: "?!"
Tsubaki: ._.;
naomi: is...is that so. ^^;
naho: *nods*
naomi: i can understand where you're coming from, it's one of my switch ships.
naho: really?
Tsubaki: ("...Is that...a transformer? A 'switch ship' into another vessel, like a plane or--") @_@
maki: you're probably confused. allow me to explain, a switch ship, AKA Riba ship, is a pairing in which the positions of seme, the top partner, and uke, the bottom partner, can be easily interchanged.
naho:...naomin...maki....Q~Q you're so wise.
Sakuya: -__-;;
Tsubaki: .\\\\. "...Oh..."
naomi: oh, the food's here!
-elsewhere-
Tanizaki: "Just around the corner..."
kenji: here it is! ^^
-it's a small two-story house in a suburb, a middle aged woman is on the lawn, concerned-
Tanizaki: "Hello, ma'am. We're from the Armed Detective Agency..."
woman: yes, thank you. my husband's in our room, and he's refusing to leave. he developed this ability to shoot blasts of ice a few days ago...
Tanizaki: "Hmm...I promise, we'll do our best."
kenji: *heading in and knocks on the door*
???: d-dont come in! please! s-stay away!
Tanizaki: "It's okay, sir. We're ability users, too, from the Armed Detective Agency--"
-ICE BLAST-
kenji: woah!
Tanizaki: *falls back, just dodging icicles* "Damn!" O_O;
???: "STAY AWAY!"
kenji: wow, that was pretty strong, sir! i bet you'll be able to keep really cool during the summer!
???: "ARE YOU NOT LISTENING TO ME, CHILD?! I DON'T WANT THIS ABILITY! JUST--JUST--" *sobbing*
kenji: it's ok, mister. you're still the same person you were, right? you just have powers now is all.
???: "I don't want them! I'm a freak, and I'm scared I'm going to get someone killed!"
kenji: we know a place you can get help. the agency building also has a consultation office you can talk to.
???: Q_Q "I can't leave here!"
kenji: dont worry, i'll carry you there! *opens the door and lifts him up*
???: "EEEK!" *swinging his arms*
Tanizaki: ._.; "...I-I'll just make a cover?"
kenji: when i first developed my ability, it was scary, but i soon got used to it, and now i have so many new friends. ^^
???: "Why would I want friends?! I just want to not screw this up!" *crying...ice*
woman: *hugs* there there, you're still the same person you were.
???: "!!!! I-I don't want to freeze you!"
kenji: dont worry, the consultation office can help you to understand your ability and try to control it.
???: T~T "F-Fine...Just don't let the neighbors see me..."
-elsewhere-
marquis: <crepes anyone?>
Dumas: -_-; <This is a bad idea...We're supposed to be incognito...>
marquis: <we are!>
Dumas: *he's just in a hoodie* >_>; "..." <My other disguises are being washed...>
boy: *bump*
Dumas: "???" *looks*
Cervantes: ^W^ <Pardon, little one.>
boy: *running*
Dumas: "Hmph." <Must be in a hurry...Fine...Let me buy some crepes--> *pats himself* "..." *pats himself more* "... ... ..." *frantically patting himself*
boy: *sprinting*
Cervantes: *cackling* <You got pickpocketed! The brilliant tactician and strongman got his stuff stolen--> *pats his side--and notices his rapier is missing* "... ... ..." *fierce frown* “FIND THAT CHILD, AND SEND HIM TO HELL!”
boy: Q~Q *runs into an alley* WAAAAH!!!
Dumas: *in pursuit* <YES, HIDE IN THE SHADOWS--THEY MAKE ME ALL THE STRONGER!>
Cervantes: <I'LL USE HIS BONES AS MY NEW SWORDS!>
boy: *crying*
-DOUBLE CHOP-
marquis: <now both of you stop it! cant you see he's scared senseless?>
boy: <p-please, i-*hic* i'll gi-give your stuff ba-ack..>
Dumas: >_<# <What the hell did you steal our stuff for anyway?!>
Cervantes: X_X
boy: <pl-please, my mama and uncle, we're poor and dont have much!>
marquis: ...
Dumas: -^- <And that makes it right to rob us?>
boy: Q~Q <w-wha-what else can i do, huh??>
marquis: *hug* <there there, it's ok. we'll help you.>
boy: <r-really?>
Dumas: "..." <What?>
marquis: *nods* ^^
boy: *sniff* <t-thank you...>
marquis: <anytime. what's your name, sweetie?>
boy: <b-benedetto..b-but my friends call me 'benny'!>
Cervantes: *gets up* <How blessed!>
Dumas: -_-; <We're not adopting kids...How are we supposed to walk around town with him?>
marquis: <well......does wilmore have kids~?>
Dumas: "... ... ..." *sneers at Benedetto*
benedetto:... *gulp*
-elsewhere-
Lust oni: -3- "How humiliating..."
izzy: damn, they dont fuck around, do they?
Mantis: "I SAY WE GET BACK AT THEM!" *he's covered in a blanket*
-elsewhere-
Dumas: *evil chuckle*
benedetto: *disguised as a girl* =~=;
marquis: <oh, you look absolutely adorable!>
Cervantes: <What should we name our child?>
benedetto: >n<
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: "How was school?"
sonia: it went well.
Chuuya: "I know it's another big adjustment..."
sonia: yeah, but mr cavendish is nice enough.
Chuuya: *smiles* "That's good...How much homework tonight?"
sonia: just a bit. im gonna go do that now.
Chuuya: "Okay. Miyuri was lying down earlier..."
miyuri: *busy doodling upstairs*
Chuuya: "I'll make some snacks..."
-elsewhere-
eiko: so, i hear you're looking for information, eh?
Kurogiri: "Yes. We could use some muscle..."
eiko: i see. well, i did make up some profiles from reports and photos i've taken. *hands him a folder*
Kurogiri: *takes it, opens one file* "Hmm...The locations of some of these are not known...What about this one?"
eiko: oh, taken an interest in muscular, eh? from what i've heard, he's currently on the run. from what i hear, he was supposedly last seen somewhere in yellowstone park.
Kurogiri: "...How convenient. We had some other business there..."
eiko: is that so now?
Kurogiri: "Well, around there...Having Muscular would make the labor easier."
eiko: i see. i wish you the best of luck in your search then.
Kurogiri: "And I'll trust you to keep us up to date on locations of people of interest."
eiko: as always. my camera is always ready for a snapshot~
Kurogiri: *nods* *takes the file*
-elsewhere-
Shinoda: *prepping something in the kitchen*
nea: =w=
Shinoda: "And you want a cherry on top?" *scoops more ice cream*
nea: yes please~<3
{little nea: *walking through the hallways* ^^ }
{Mafioso: *standing upright against a wall, holding a gun*}
{little nea: <hello~ is papa in?>}
{Mafioso: <Yes. He is meeting someone...>}
{little nea: =3= <im bored.>}
{Mafioso 2: ^^; <...Want to play a game?>}
{little nea: *nods* ^^}
{Mafioso 2: <Okay, what're you up for? A puzzle? Tag?>}
{little nea: <boss practice!>}
{Mafioso 2: OwO; <...'Kay...Um, 'Boss,' what are your orders?>}
{little nea: <get me ice cream! chop chop!>}
{Mafioso 2: TwT <Okay...I think we have vanilla, chocolate-->}
nea: hehe ^^
-elsewhere-
Wilhelm: "You can't catch me!" >w<
jakob: *laughing*
Kafka: -^-; ("Stuck babysitting...again. Typical...")
{gretchen: *playing with her doll*}
{Franz: *reading* *looks up* <Having fun?>}
{gretchen: *nods* <claudia seems to like her new dress.>}
{Franz: <That's good. You'll need to keep it clean--it was pricy.>}
{gretchen: <i will!>}
{Franz: *nods* *looks out the window* <...They still aren't home...>}
{gretchen: .....}
{Franz: "..." *sighs* <Should I start dinner?>}
hans: kafka, kids, dinner's about ready now!
Kafka: *still sitting, motionless*
hans:...kafka?
Kafka: *wipes his face* "I-I heard you..."
-elsewhere-
maki: im back!
Takehisa: "Welcome back. I'm setting the table now."
maki: sweet? what're we having?
Takehisa: *stares at her* "..."
{Takehisa: *sitting at a curry stand, with a satchel of his belongings* "..."}
{maki: ...?? *salutes* sir? }
{Takehisa: "..." *salutes* "Private Oze...What are you doing here?" *he's not in his uniform...*}
{maki: just on a patrol run, you off duty?}
{Takehisa: "...Off duty, permanently."}
{maki: !!! oh no! you werent discharged, were you? D8> }
{Takehisa: "..." *nods* "Dereliction of duty, defying protocol, interfering with rescue and recovery--"}
{maki: yikes...}
{Takehisa: "...Can I be blunt with you? I know I'm no longer your superior, but I have some advice."}
{maki: what is it?}
{Takehisa: "You're soft."}
{maki: excuse me?}
{Takehisa: "You're soft. Now, I am not referring to your physical abilities--I have monitored your training regiment, your endurance is admirable. But emotionally, you're too soft to be a soldier. And this military has no place for soft people: your commanders will stomp on you to ascend higher in the ranks, and you'll be nothing more than a sacrificial lamb in any military engagement."
{maki: ...well _that's_ depressing...}
{Takehisa: "You should quit."}
{maki: i would, but my dad would flip...}
{Takehisa: "Yes, he would...Do you like being in the military?"}
{maki: hm....}
{Takehisa: "..." *pours a drink* "I think your talents are better elsewhere."}
{maki: like where?}
{Takehisa: "...How good are you with fire?"}
Takehisa: *sets down her plate*
maki: thanks for the food!
Takehisa: "You're welcome." *sits with her* "How is your friend doing?"
maki: she's doing better now.
Takehisa: "...That was kind of you."
maki: ^^
Takehisa: "..." *small smile, eats*
-elsewhere-
Daisy: *slams down her beer mug* "Another!"
Jordan: ^^; "Good to catch up..."
owl eyes: indeed.
Daisy: "Yo, Erina--you need a refill on your drink?!"
Allison: ^^;;;
erina: im fine, thanks. ^^;
Jordan: *pats her hand*
Daisy: "Then Owl Eyes! You can't just keep being a tea total--tea total--a sober guy!" *hic*
owl eyes: -)_(- someone has to be the designated driver here.
Daisy: -3- "Fiiiiiiiiiiine."
Allison: "So, your boss still all rich and stuff?"
owl eyes: yes, pretty much.
Jordan: "He's going to Italy!"
erina: wow!
Daisy: "Shhhhh...It's a secret!" >_<
-elsewhere-
Joker: *checks on Nana's room*
nana: *asleep, holding something under her pillow*
Joker: "???" *sneaks in...*
nana: *jumps onto him, holding a butter knife up to his throat*
Joker: "..." ._x; "...No, see, you want to aim here where the jugular is--"
nana: =n= dont go startling me then.
Joker: "I was checking to make sure you were sleeping well and not suffocating on your pillow!"
nana: for your information, im a light sleeper.
Joker: "Milk usually helps. Or a hot bath. Or pills--"
scarlet: *ahem*
Joker: "??? Yes, Red--you got an idea?"
scarlet: im about to head home for the night, and i have a spare room-
nana: *hug*
Joker: "Super! I'll pack an overnight--"
nana: *HISSSSS*
Joker: Q_X "You're so mean tonight..."
-elsewhere-
{???:....<traitor....>}
{Fernand: "?!"}
{-a corpse like man grabs fernand by the neck-}
{???: <you killed me!>}
{Fernand: <L-Let go! Who the hell are you?!>}
{???: <you killed me! you killed me!>}
{Fernand: *growls* <Then I'll have to kill you again!>}
???: <fernand?>
Fernand: *screams*
mercedes: <fernand! please, calm down!>
Fernand: *panting...hugs her*
mercedes: !!!.....*pat pat*
Fernand: *shaking* "..." <Sorry for waking you...>
mercedes: <bad dream?> ^^;
Fernand: "..." *nods*
mercedes: <need something to drink?>
Fernand: *nods*
-morning-
hermine:.......*looking out the window*
*there's a garden outside...looks like the spring saplings are growing well...*
{hermine: *rubs her stomach*}
{*knock on the door*}
{hermine: !! }
{*a man walks into the room*}
{???: <Pardon. Your maid let me in...>}
{hermine: !!! <you...> }
{???: "..." *nods* <...I had not seen you at the last fundraiser party...> *sits across from her*}
{hermine:..<why are you here? if->}
{???: <...I had heard you and your husband were expecting...>}
{hermine:.........*shakes*}
{???: <...He doesn't know, does he?>}
{hermine:....*whisper* <it's not his...>}
{???: <...You don't mean...?>}
{hermine:...*she nods*}
{???: <...Oh.>}
{hermine: <im scared.....>}
{???: <Hey...> *holds her hand*}
{hermine: .....}
{???: <You know what would happen if your husband learned...or what would happen to you...or to my career.>}
{hermine: ...<what should i do?>}
{???: <Let him think it's his.>}
hermine:.....
Eugenie: <Mama!> ^w^
hermine: !!! <oh, gigi, you startled me...>
Eugenie: *rests her head on her lap* <I'm sorry...You look sad.>
hermine:...<would you like a snack?>
Eugenie: *nods*
hermine: *smile* <how about pudding?>
Eugenie: <Yes!>
-elsewhere-
Nurse: <I put him down...> -_-; <What a cranky old man...>
noirtier:....
{Villefort: *opens the door* <You!> *he's holding some files*}
{noirtier: hm?}
{Villefort: *slams down a file* <Another lie, Father?! When does it ever stop with you?! Now I find out you're...you were...>}
{noirtier: <-part of mimic? the only thing they did wrong was to be decieved by the government.>}
{Villefort: <...When _exactly_ had you planned on telling me, your son, who is _part of this government as one of its top prosecutors_?!>}
{noirtier: <i think you have more pressing matters to worry about...such as that woman...>}
{Villefort: <?! ...I have no idea what you mean...>}
{noirtier: <that look on your face says otherwise...>}
{Villefort: <...Are you attempting to blackmail me? You're a traitor--that's far worse than whatever you think you're accusing me...>}
{noirtier: <says the man who has an affair with a married woman. and so soon after his own wife's death...>}
{Villefort: <!!! You bastard...>}
{noirtier: *chuckles* <will you really turn in your own father, gerard? after all i've done to put a roof over your head?>}
{Villefort: <...If I did...the knowledge I was the son of a terrorist would have me expelled from my position in the court...What would you suggest? This man was trafficking in Mimic materials to be delivered--to you!>}
{noirtier: <asking me for advice are you? figure it out yourself!>}
{Villefort: <...> *spots his cigars* <...> *takes two, offers one to him*}
noirtier:...heh...
-elsewhere-
peppino: *looking around* <mr vampa, remember when you saved my life?>
Vampa: *packing his suitcase* <Hmm...>
peppino: <it was a while back, and you saved me from some nasties who were trying to beat me to a pulp! and all for being myself! >3< >
Vampa: "..." *sighs* <I did what anyone would do...And it was on my way. And I hate elitist jerks. And-->
peppino: <i still appreciate it.>
Vampa: <...Any time...At least we paid them back in kind...>
-elsewhere-
francesca: <i can take the next person in line now!>
*a priest walks up*
francesca: <yes, can i help you?>
Busoni: <Taking these out...> *look to be European history books*
francesca: <ah, i see....>
Busoni: <Sorry--our church lacks such resources to reunite families...>
francesca: .......<families...right....>
Busoni: <After the casualties of Mimic, we've been trying to locate remains...>
francesca:........... <my father was killed in a battle with mimic....>
Busoni: <Sorry. You're probably too young to remember...>
francesca: <i'm nineteen.> -_-;
Busoni: <That's still practically a kid...At least you didn't have to read about these wars...>
francesca:.....
Busoni: <...Wait...Did you lose someone in the war?>
francesca: <i just said, my father was killed in a battle with mimic.>
Busoni: <What was his name?>
francesca: <monsiour d'epiany.>
Busoni: <Ah, I saw his record...Shocking that it's only know that we discovered that he-- ...Sorry, I ramble.>
francesca: <what, discovered what?>
Busoni: <...You know how he died--those injuries. At least, that's the official record, since they found him in that bombing, but...Well, a bomb that size would've been spotted on radar, enough time to escape.>
francesca:.....
Busoni: <...> *sighs* <I suppose I should tell you...The church requested some additional tests on remains and found a high concentration of sulfur in the remains. Now, sulfur is what you smell when a corpse decomposing, but the record showed the concentration higher than I expected, so when I checked on various poisons-->
francesca: <are you-....> *whisper* <are you saying my father was murdered?>
Busoni: <In war, all are murdered...and I don't think it was a bomb that killed your father.>
francesca:.....
Busoni: <...I can look into this more if you-->
francesca: <i just...need a moment....>
Busoni: <...> *takes his books*
francesca:....
-elsewhere-
Dabi: *looking at a map*
himiko: hehehe...hello froggy~
frog: 0-0
Twice: "That something else you gonna kiss to turn into a prince?"
himiko: maaaaaybe.
frog: 0_0;;;;;;;;
banshee: please dont disturb the wildlife.
Dabi: *checking nearby caves* "..." *gets down on all fours, looking at the ground*
himiko: owo~?
Dabi: "...Okay. See that mark? Something was killed here..."
himiko: ooooh.
Dabi: "..." *sniffs the ground* "...Deer. He must've pulled it into the cave to eat..." *follows a path* "And be quiet--I don't feel like dying today."
Twice: "...Were you raised by wolves?"
banshee:....
Dabi: *leads them to a cave* "..." *gestures for them to stand around the exit...* "..." *summons flames along the cave's interior walls*
himiko: ^u^
*something roars inside...*
himiko: hiya!
*it's still roaring, as thumping steps are heard from inside...*
banshee: ...
Dabi: "...We're not here to fight, just to talk..."
Twice: "The whole fire thing was his idea, BT-dubs!"
???: *from above the trees* "Then you mis-aimed..."
Dabi: "?!" *looks up*
banshee: !!!
*a muscular man lounges in the trees*
Muscular: *smiles* "Now...for some bloodshed..."
*out of the cave comes out a bear, running at the Villains*
Twice: O_O; "Dabi...YOU DONE FUCKED UP!"
Dabi: "Shut up and run!"
himiko: WHEEEE! ^o^
Muscular: "HA HA HA! I'm going to enjoy this! Seeing you ripped limb from limb--"
banshee: *inhales* *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Bear: Q___Q *gets down on all fours, trying to cover its ears*
Muscular: "?!"
*the sound knocks the bear into the tree--*
Msucular: *falls out of the tree--slamming onto Twice*
Twice: "..." *muffled* "Ow."
banshee:....too much?
Dabi: *hanging from another tree* "You knocked out two birds...I'd say that's enough..." *leaps down, walks to Muscular...slams his foot onto his head*
Muscular: "Ow! Watch the eye..."
himiko: hi mr muscle man! ^w^
Muscular: "Who the hell are you freaks?!"
banshee: part of the league of villains.
Muscular: "...So you want me? Hmph. I know you're all pumped up on what people say about you, but I don't just join up with some team because I'm asked nicely...I need some proof you deserve me."
banshee: we can provide you shelter and protection from the authorities.
Muscular: "Lady, I can provide for myself just fine, so I don't think you understand what I'm saying..."
Dabi: "..."
Muscular: "You see what you did to that bear? That's what I want...I want to see what you got..."
himiko:....i think he's asking you out, banshee!
banshee:.......*facepalm*
Dabi: -_-;
himiko: *whispers* i ship iiiit....
Muscular: "Nah--I'm asking to fight you..." *smirks, as he grabs Twice up from the ground by his ankles, as his body mass increases* "And if you survive...I'll join your group...what's left of it."
Twice: X_X "Fire my remains into the sun..."
banshee: !!!!
Dabi: *charges flames...*
Muscular: *cackles...as his body starts to get bigger, his muscles seeming to rip apart his skin...*
himiko: *shiny eyes and takes out her knife*
-SLICE-
Muscular: "Ha! That tickles..." *tosses Twice at Banshee and swings his fist at Himiko*
himiko: *giggles and stabs*
Muscular: "Really, this is getting cliche..." *his fist gets bigger, as he clutches Himiko by her neck*
himiko: GRK-
banshee: !!!!
Dabi: "Let go of her!" *leaps onto his back, slamming his flaming palm onto his back--*
Muscular: *muscle forms along his back*
Dabi: "?!"
Muscular: *slams into the tree behind him, crushing Dabi*
Dabi: *coughs up blood*
banshee: !!!!! *SHRIEKS*
Muscular: "?!!!" *lets go of Himiko, covering his ears*
himiko: *throws a rock at him*
Muscular: "URK!" *swings, missing Himiko*
Twice: *shiny eyes* "Now it's my turn..." *his ears are bleeding* "RAAAAAAAWR" *kicks Muscular in the head*
Dabi: X____X *collapses*
Muscular: *K.O.*
himiko: we did it! *hugs dabi* and dabi! you _do_ like me!
banshee: *coughing* ugh...
Dabi: X___X
Twice: *shouting* "He can't hear you! I think he's dead!" *his ears are still bleeding*
Muscular: *grumbles, gets up* "Ugh...Well, 3 out of 4 of you are losers..."
himiko: =3= meeeeean.
Muscular: *sits up, leans against a tree, laughs* "One question...Do I get to kill some people?"
himiko:....*griiiiins*
-elsewhere-
Fernand: *walking...enters a bar*
peppino: OwO;;
Vampa: "..." *smiles* <Mr. Mondego.>
Fernand: *his hand is in his pocket* <...Bartender. Three bottles of Crown Ambassador.>
Vampa: <Oooo, expensive...This our last drink?>
peppino: Q~Q;;;;;;
Fernand: <...>
Bartender: *serves the drinks...*
Fernand: *pays...* *sips his beer*
Vampa: "..." *picks up a beer, sips too*
peppino:.... TT~TT <I DONT WANT TO DIIIIIE!> *sobs*
Fernand: <Could you shut up for 1 minute--you're drawing attention, you stupid bastard.>
peppino: TT~TT
Vampa: <Don't fucking call her a stupid bastard.> *paps Peppino* <Relax. If this dumb bastard wanted to kill us, he'd have done it already...>
peppino: *sniff*
Fernand: -_-; <Don't call me a dumb bastard--I'm not the one who kidnapped my child in broad daylight.>
peppino: .~.;;;;;;
Vampa: <Yeah, that doesn't make sense...> *puts out his cigarette* <Why would _you_ kidnap _your own kid_? Your phrasing made no sense. Also, it's kind of hard to kidnap a kid from your house at night, so we figured during the day-->
Fernand: *HARD GLARE* <ARE YOU SERIOUSLY STILL NOT AFRAID WHAT I CAN DO TO YOU?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE DONE TO PEOPLE LESS THAN YOU-->
peppino: >~<;;;;
Vampa: *holds up a hand* <Calm down...We'll be out of your hair...>
Fernand: "..." *pulls his hand out of his pocket--*
peppino: !!!!
Fernand: *slams down--an envelope*
peppino: ._.
Fernand: <Take it and get out of here. If you're not gone by sundown, you're dead. That is what happens to anyone who touches my family.>
peppino: Q~Q;;;;;; *gulps*
Vampa: "..." <Is there white powder in this thing that'll kill us?>
Fernand: <When you die, it'll be to your face, not poison like some coward.> *leaves a tip, walks away...*
Vampa: "... ..." <Peppino...> Q____Q <THAT WAS SO FREAKING FRIGHTENING!>
peppino: *hug* <hold me> QAQ;;;;;
-elsewhere-
Danglars: -_-; <He's late again...>
-knocks-
lucian: <yes?>
'andrea': =n=;
Wilmore: ^^; <Sorry--my daughter took forever to get dressed.>
andrea: 7n7
Danglars: -_-; <I am not here for babysitting--go have her play in the backyard.>
eugenie: *peeks*
Danglars: <???> *points at Eugenie* <You. Go take this girl to the backyard and play.>
eugenie: <yay! new friend!> *takes andrea's hand and heads to the yard*
andrea: 0_0;;;;; *shoots a glare at wilmore*
Wilmore: ^^ <Have fun, sweetie! Daddy loves you!>
andrea: >n<
Wilmore: <Children really are incredible, aren't they? They have such potential...It's important to foster it while they hold onto such hope, isn't it?>
Danglars: <Hmm? Oh, yes, of course...That's why I hire only the best help.>
Wilmore: ^^; *sits, gestures to his assistant* <Please show Mr. Danglars the stock prices...>
lucian: *sweatdrop*
marquis: <of course, sir~>
Danglars: *looks* <Hmm...You've had a downturn in your stocks.>
Wilmore: <Keen eye. I'm afraid we have had a set-back on our Paris orders. My company fell behind on a deadline to get the next product out, as we're finishing the new scents for your upcoming international shipment. I may have to expedite the local orders first before we can proceed with your order-->
Danglars: <?! Unacceptable! Your contract promised me that shipment on time!>
Wilmore: OwO; <...I-I'm so sorry! But we're pressed for time without extra labor to meet the deadline, and I already invested so much into your shipment-->
Danglars: <Too bad! You have your commitment to me first!> *stands up* <Lucian, kick them out so they can hurry up with their work>
lucian: <sir, they came all this way->
Danglars: <And they can go all the way back! A man who is not of his word-->
Wilmore: <--is not worth living at all.>
Danglars: <Yes, exactly! ...> *does a double-take* <...>
lucian: ._.;
-in the garden-
andrea: .....
Eugenie: <I never get to see other kids around home--this is so neat!> >w< *SQUEE!*
andrea: mhmm...*looks at a spot on the ground*......*looks up at the window*
Eugenie: "..." <Oh. We're not supposed to play there--Mama says not to...>
andrea:....*wipes eyes*
Eugenie: <??? Hey? What's wrong?>
andrea: !!! *cough* *ahem* ^-^;;
Eugenie: <...I cry sometimes, too.> *hug*
andrea: !!!! >->;;;
Eugenie: <Let's be friends! And make sure the other doesn't cry! Want to play with my dollies? I'm okay sharing...>
andrea: ....*makes an 'ok' sound*
Eugenie: ^^ <And it's okay to be shy...> *whispers, points to a doll* <Mrs. Bonacieux is rather standoffish...>
Mrs. Bonacieux: O^O
andrea: ._.;;;
Eugenie: *sits in the grass* ^w^
-inside-
Wilmore: <So, I can't afford to lose _both_ of these excellent opportunities! I turned to Danglars Shipment because I knew they were the best at meeting their deadlines, and you are absolutely correct, I have to meet my own...But an adult also knows when to ask for help...I need more money to pay for them. If you could invest-->
Danglars: <Investment? As in...own part of you? And your company?> *smirks*
Wilmore: <Yes. I'm willing to sell shares in my company-->
Danglars: <49 percent.>
Wilmore: <?! Sir, that is quite a lot-->
Danglars: <Then we're done. Lucian, kick them out.>
Wilmore: D: <F-Fine, sir! 49 percent! I'll need my lawyer to complete the paperwork for your review...>
Danglars: *smirks* <Very well. Please send them to my attorney...>
Wilmore: *gulps* <Y-Yes, sir...>
marquis: OwO;;;
Danglars: <If that is all, I'll see you for the tour of the ship next week...Goodbye.>
Wilmore: *sad face* <R-Right...Let's go...> *turns to exit...smirking*
-elsewhere-
Bon: =_= "It all smells...It's all dirty...And I don't know what I'm reading any more..."
lewin: find anything interesting yet?
Bon: *sighs* "I made a list of former Blue Cross exorcists..."
lewin: that's a start!
Bon: *stretches* "So, what do we do? Call these people?"
-elsewhere-
Asher: *reading notes* "Okay..." *jots something down* "So, different things screw up soul energy, like lack of sleep..."
cassidy: hint hint.
Asher: =_=; "Sleep is for the privileged..." *yawns*
-elsewhere-
Simon: *trying to type on a laptop--and cringes from neck pain in his brace* >_T *searching on villains*
peter: find anything?
Simon: *nods* "Yes...Medical report on a UA student who encountered them...Lost his eyes..."
peter: yikes....
Simon: "...All the more reason we need to get Queen back, now...I've been trying to contact these UA students and...Um..." >_>;
peter: yes?
Simon: "...'Go die.'"
peter: ._.;
Simon: ^^; "I did contact some others, so maybe they will be friendlier than..." *squints* " 'Kacchan'? ...Huh. Odd name."
-elsewhere-
hitoshi: *feeding stray cats*
???: *sounds like fast footsteps*
hitoshi: ??
???: "Gotta get back to the lab to finish it before I forget the design--OH, LOOK, KITTIES!"
hitoshi: *takes out whiteboard and writes* [hi mei]
Mei: ^w^ "Hi, Fluffy! How are the felines holding up?"
hitoshi: *writes* [doing well]
Mei: *drops a satchel of parts--with a loud metallic THUD* "Great!" *holds out a hand to one*
cat: *sniffs the bag*
hitoshi: *writes* [bought more parts from the scrapyards?]
Mei: "I'm building new goggles! And voice changers! And wrist guards! And a catapult!" *nodding*
hitoshi: [i see.]
Mei: ^w^ "..." >w> "..." <w< *glances back and forth, whispers* "I know a secret~"
hitoshi: ??
Mei: "...TOILETS."
hitoshi:...........*blink*
Mei: "See, I was hard at work in the lab--"
{Mei: *asleep on blueprints*}
{Nezu: "...Um...Cementoss? Could you wake her? We need those..."}
{power loader: *nudge nudge* um, miss hatsume?}
{Mei: *grumbles, rolls over off the table--falling onto the floor* "...Owie..."}
{Nezu: ^^; "We are almost done designing the new facility...But we'll need to customize some locations--"}
{Mei: *bounces up* "Like the elevators to handle the varying weights of students, the different door dimensions, making sure the individual bathrooms are customized--"}
{power loader: mei! focus!}
{Mei: "BUT YOU NEED TOILETS! Some of your students have dimensions not accommodated by these small facilities. Please consider the size limitations!"}
{Nezu: "... ... ..." *FLASHBACKS OF BAD TIMES* Q_Q "Yes, size considerations are vital...Please get to work on them...I need to lie down now..."}
{Mei: ^w^ *offers a pillow*}
Mei: "DORMS. STUDENT. FRICKIN'. DORMS!"
hitoshi: .....huh....
Mei: OWO *freezes*
hitoshi: !!! .-.;;; *CHOP*
Mei: *awakens* "FLAMING SWORD TO SLICE THROUGH WALLS BY REVERSING THE POLARITY OF THE ELECTRICAL IMPULSES AT VARIABLE RATES! ...Thanks."
hitoshi: *writes* [sorry]
Mei: "It happens to me all the time--I go off on tangents then freeze anyway! But imagine it--DORMS! And they don't look like those icky boys' dorms the DWMA students use." -3-
hitoshi: [as opposed to the girl's dorms?]... *writes* [not that'd i'd know.]
Mei: "Me neither--but I heard the girls' dorms had expensive plates, sun room, bath--" *frowns* "--but no toolshed..."
-elsewhere-
Kamui: *looking from atop a roof* "..." *into incom* "Nothing in Sector 4-3. See anyone on your end? Over."
mt lady: all clear here, so laaaame... =3=
*someone walks past her, mumbling to himself...he's carrying groceries*
???: "Having to shop for this crap...What a joke..."
mt lady: ??
*looks to be a pretty average looking guy...*
???: "She said 'I need paper,' I said, 'I'll give you paper!' BUT THE CHARCOAL LOOKED NICE-- Shut up!" *keeps walking towards a bar...*
mt lady:...*shrug*
*inside the bar*
Kurogiri: "Welcome back. Did you get everything--"
???: *shaking* "I did it--I WAS REALLY SMART TO SAVE MONEY BY TAKING HERS--Shut up! Why am I here?!"
Kurogiri: "Oh dear...Someone, get the mask back on this one..."
magne: *masks him there you go. ^^
???: *pants...steadies himself...then does a dramatic pose* "Thanks, sweetie~<3 !" ^^
Kurogiri: *checking GPS mapping*
magne: anytime. ^^
???: "So...How's other me doing?"
-elsewhere-
Twice: X___X "I need medical..."
Dabi: *ice on his head at a motel* "Shut up..."
banshee: *patching them up*
Muscular: *bouncing on the bed he's seated on* "Where's your next stop?"
himiko: aboooout.....*points to a map* here!
Muscular: "What's there?"
himiko: we're gonna find out!
Dabi: "Something called 'Orion.' May be a weapon, may be a person..."
Muscular: "...If you're looking for a belt, I'm going to strangle you at the end of this."
Twice: "Your big-boy pants look like they need a new one--"
Muscular: "...Yo, school girl. Get me something to drink."
himiko: you got it!
banshee: ...
Dabi: *groans* "Where'd you learn medical?"
banshee: someone has to know these things.
Dabi: "No kidding...And given what we're facing next, we needed the muscle...and ruthlessness..."
Muscular: "..." *sick grin*
-elsewhere-
Hyde: *checking the register at the grocery* "...?! Oh, for Pete's sake..." *checking the bills* "Who the hell still writes on money nowadays?" *rubs the ink off his hands* " 'Queen'? Feh. Lord Death's not a queen--Wait, do you elect Lord Deaths, or are they installed?"
ochako: i always figured it was handed down through generations, but then again, he _is_ like, super duper old.
Hyde: "...Well, going by 'queen' is progressive...Not bad doodle, either..." *another bill shows some girl on it with a grim face* *snaps a pic* "And...go viral!" *send*
-elsewhere-
Dumas: <And now, the dumb oaf will be paying us for shares in a company that doesn't exist...Perfect.>
Cervantes: "?!" <B-But the catalogue shows such excellent fragrances! Can't we go into this business?>
Dumas: -_-;
benedetto: ....
marquis: <is everything ok, benny?>
benedetto:...<i think...i dunno...>
Cervantes: <Is it the dress? We can buy a new one.>
benedetto: <no. that garden....it feels...familiar, i guess...>
Dumas: <??? Did you steal from the Danglars before?>
benedetto: <...my uncle said to stay away from that place...>
Dumas: "..." -_-; <You were going to tell us _when_?>
marquis: <dumas, dont yell at him.> =3=
Dumas: <I'm not yelling--I'm asking a fair question...Why did he say not to go there?>
benedetto: <i dunno, he just told me not to.>
Dumas: <...Where's your parents?>
benedetto:............
marquis:....<you dont have parents, do you?>
benedetto: .....<i have an uncle..>
marquis:...*hug* <it's ok. i dont have my parents either...>
benedetto: !!
Dumas: >_>;
Cervantes: Q_Q *hug*
benedetto: !!
Dumas: ("Of all the corny--")
Cervantes: *pulls him in for the group hug* <We'll be your family!> T~T
benedetto: ._.;;
Dumas: -_-; <You're making this uncomfortable, you weirdos...>
-elsewhere-
lewin: *whistling*
*a slight bell sound is heard...but only by Lewin*
lewin: well, what have we here?
???: *someone is watching him, but can't be seen, even by Lewin--*
lewin: come on out. i know you're there...
*??? steps up, revealing...*
Shima: "How did you know?"
lewin: i marked you with a sylph bell, i have sylph spies all over the place.
Shima: -_-; "Tch. Am I that untrustworthy?"
lewin: they're not the best with communicating, but when you return from their base, then i'll have a vague idea of where it is!
Shima: "?! You mean you're tracking me back to the Illuminati?"
lewin: bingo!
Shima: D:< "They'll kill me!"
lewin: do you really think you can become a spy and still die a peaceful death?
Shima: "...Honestly? I was hoping when I die it would be resting in the lap of a beautiful woman."
lewin: talk about straight forwards.
Shima: "So, I might as well lay the cards out...What're your intentions with Bon?"
lewin: hm?
Shima: "If you're using him to get to me, you should know better: he's too proud, serious, and pure-hearted to fall for that shit."
lewin: aw, you do care!
Shima: O_O; "Hey! Don't undermine my moment!"
lewin: no worries, i just admire his talent is all...
Shima: -^- "As well you should...Just warning you, if you cause trouble, Sir Pheles will know..." *fades into the shadows*
lewin:...
-elsewhere-
Valentine: *knocks* <Heloise? Can I get the keys to take Edouard for a drive?>
heloise: <they're on the table!>
Valentine: <?! ...Thanks...Keeping busy?> ^^;
heloise: <yes, yes.>
Valentine: <...Well, if you need anything, I'll have my phone...> *walks away* ("Jeez, what a cranky old person...")
{heloise: *looking at a smaller valentine* ...}
{Valentine: "..." <Your tummy is big.>}
{heloise: <that's because i'm having a baby.>}
{Valentine: <Ooooh...With Daddy?>}
{heloise:...<yes>}
{Valentine: <Daddy used to have other women visit after Mommy died.>}
{heloise: ?! <....is that so...?>}
{Valentine: *nods* <Some used to stay in the guest room, or come over for breakfast.>}
{heloise: ......}
Villefort: *knocks* <May I come in?>
heloise: !! <i'm changing!>
Villefort: -_-; <Oh, like there's any surprise there...We got tickets to a fundraiser. We're going.>
-elsewhere-
Max: *carrying a box* T~T <So heavy...>
fawkes: <need a hand there?>
Max: *shiver up his spine* QwQ *shakes his head* <I-I'm fine! Just working out that muscle...>
-elsewhere-
francesca: <-and that's why i'm here...>
Beauchamp: <That was quite a while ago...>
francesca: <please...i just...need to know the truth.>
Beauchamp: *sighs* <This kind of work will take time. If governments from more than 3 nations haven't routed out every last bit of Mimic, I don't know what you can expect from me...500 Euros, upfront.>
-elsewhere-
Daisy: =_= "Still nothing new learned about that Danglars creep..." *yawns* "Why is the boss having us do this?"
jordan: free trip.
Daisy: "...I am getting drunk on the beach every last day."
-elsewhere-
Ice Person: "Th-Thanks..." *sips his tea--then frowns* -_-; "I was hoping it'd be hot..."
frances: it was. ^^ a small side effect.
Ice Person: "...Well, that's just worse..." T_T
frances: it shouldnt be too awful, mr o'neill.
O'Neill: "I didn't ask for this ability...I just woke up with it, and it's awful..."
frances: you're afraid, that's normal for such things as this.
O'Neill: "Normal when reacting to something so stu-stu-stu--AH-CHOO!" *sneezes--an icicle, which strikes--*
???: "?! MY HAT"
frances: oh dear.
barrie: ._.;
London: "That's some no-good rootin' tootin' mess right there!"
O'Neill: Q_Q; "I'm so sorry!"
bierce: 'least yer skull didnt get iced, mate.
London: "..." *shrugs* "Good point..." *pulling the icicle out of his hat*
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: *drawing on a tablet* "..."
miyuri: *napping*
Chuuya: *looks out the window at the tree* "..." *holds up the tablet to the tree*
miyuri: *yaaaaawn* whacha doin?
Chuuya: "?!" *puts down the tablet* ^^; "Drawing..."
miyuri: oooh, is sonia home yet?
Chuuya: "Soon--her bus should arrive."
miyuri: she promised to tell miyuri stories about school.
Chuuya: "I'm sure she will...You're excited to hear them?"
miyuri: *nods* miyuri's learning soooo muuuuuch! the world is super big!
Chuuya: ^^; "Kajii been talking to you about that?"
miyuri: *nods* miyuri heard of something called a 'zoo' with lots of animals! can we see one? can we?
Chuuya: "Well, this weekend would be best..."
miyuri: YAAAAAAY! ^o^
sonia: im home.
Chuuya: "Welcome back."
sonia: .....*sits down*
Chuuya: "How was your day?"
sonia: next week the kids are doing a performance for their families...
Chuuya: "Oh?"
sonia: there'll probably be a lot of mommies...
Chuuya: "...Ah..."
miyuri:....*huuuug* i can draw mama for a bit if you want.
Chuuya: "..."
sonia: thank you, but i'm fine for now.
Chuuya: "...I'm sorry. But we'll be there..."
sonia: ok.
Chuuya: "...So...What kind of performance were you planning?"
sonia: i havent decided.
Chuuya: "Well, I'm happy to help..."
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: *walking through the Port District...*
Mantis: *watching from binoculars* "...Following him..."
izzy: good.
lucy: *walking home with groceries*
Mantis: "??? Wait...I see someone else...He's approaching her..."
Akutagawa: O^O
lucy: oh....7_7 hello.
Akutagawa: "Why are you here?"
lucy: im buying ingredients for a dinner party this weekend.
Akutagawa: "...With the Tiger?"
lucy: with the whole agency, so yes, it includes atsushi...
Akutagawa: "...How nice for you. Are you now part of the Agency?"
Mantis: *watching, but can't hear* "Wait...He's talking with someone...Looks kinda scrawny..."
lucy: not officially, mind you. but sort of an honorary member.
Akutagawa: "Hmph. Congratulations. I hope you're happy with them." >_>;
Mantis: "I could probably knock her off, but then that'd alert him and he'd be off and running...Any advice?"
lucy: ???
Akutagawa: "...I don't know why he welcomes you back. Your Guild tried to destroy the city."
lucy: well, people can change.
Akutagawa: "...Well, that's obvious."
Mantis: "...Eh, screw it..." *aims a knife...and tosses--*
*the knife comes towards Akutagawa...*
-SLICE-
lucy: MY BRAID! D8>
Akutagawa: *clutching his ear* "Damn it!"
Mantis: "Shit! He moved..."
lucy: *turns* !!!
Akutagawa: "Get moving, fool!" *grabs her arm, pulling her away*
lucy: *runs*
pixie: aww, where ya going~?
Akutagawa: "...The hell..."
nailfile: *flame claws*
izzy: well well well, look what we found, the black hound of the port mafia. and his little red-head friend.
Akutagawa: " 'Friend' is rather loosely used--"
lucy: im an innocent bystander in this!
*the heat feels like it's coming from the wall behind them*
Akutagawa: "?!"
lucy: ?!?!
*BOOM*
lucy: AH!!
*the brick wall explodes, revealing a half-Infernal*
Lust oni: "D'aw, aren't they just precious~?"
lucy: wha-what the....
Akutagawa: *trying to shield with Rashomon, but fire is still on it...*
Lust oni: *leans down over Lucy* "We need the Hound, but probably not her~"
lucy: !!! *bites lip and punches*
Lust oni: *direct hit to the jaw, which is not on fire* "OUCH!"
Mantis: ._.; "...Well, shit..."
lucy: skunky, do something!!
Akutagawa: *roars, aims--then stops* "...Right. No killing--" *swings at the Gang, knocking them into the wall--*
lucy: come on, run!
Mantis: "UMPH!" *knocked into the wall*
izzy: grk- after them!
Akutagawa: "I know!" *follows* *looking around the alleys* "It's a labyrinth...Use it to our advantage..."
Mants: X_X
Lust oni: "Oh, of course~" *chases*
lucy: *looking around*
Akutagawa: *spots a dumpster* "..."
lucy: that's too obvious...
Akutagawa: "True...But this isn't..." *picks it up with Rashomon--and tosses it at the direction where they came*
lucy: OxO
Lust oni: "?!" *dodges under it, still in pursuit*
Akutagawa: *sighs* *picks up Lucy*
lucy: h-hey!
Akutagawa: *tosses her up, while he uses Rashomon to try to pierce at Lust*
lucy: *SCREAM*
nailfile: *jumps in and slashes*
lucy: !!! skunky!
Akutagawa: *Rashomon is sliced* "You stupid bastard--"
Lust: "Heh heh~" *and Lust burns Rashomon off his back, lighting his back on fire*
Akutagawa: "?!!!" *rips off his shirt, rolling on the ground*
lucy: *falls* *scream*
-OOF-
*She lands atop Akutagawa's burnt back, who is already face-down on the pavement*
Lust: OwO "~<3"
lucy: why you....*grabs lust oni's arm and with all her might, flings them to the ground*
Lust: *SCREAMS--and slams into Mantis*
Mantis: *MUFFLED SCREAMS OF PAIN*
Akutagawa: X_X
lucy: *picks up akutagawa and runs*
Lust: O_O; "...Well...This is embarrassing..." >w< "But so hot~!"
Mantis: X__X
Akutagawa: *grumbling*
-elsewhere-
Kyoka: *hanging up streamers*
demon snow: *rearranging furniture*
Kunikida: "Be sure to vacuum under the rugs, too...Where are the others?"
-phone buzzes-
Kunikida: *answers* "Hello?"
lucy: hey, sorry im late, ran into a little trouble on the way.
Kunikida: "Hmph. That's not being on time. Get here ASAP. Did you get everything on the list?"
lucy: of course i did! it's safe in anne's room!
Kunikida: "...Well, that is efficient to avoid carrying a heavy load..."
lucy: impressed, right? and due to some circumstances that i'll explain when i get there, im bringing something else too....just...promise not to get mad.
Kunikida: "...WHAT."
lucy: um.....^-^ it's a surprise?
Kunikida: -_-; "The last 'surprise' had me in prison."
lucy: ._.;;;;;;;;;
-and so-
atsushi: .______________.
Kyoka: "?! Oh no..."
naomi: .....
Kunikida: "...I repeat...WHAT."
Akutagawa: *passed out*
lucy: *explaining everything*
Tanizaki: "..."
yosano:...*cracks knuckles* leave him to me.
Kyoka: "Is he technically _near death_ yet?"
yosano:.....*smirks*
Tanizaki: "...DO IT."
Kyoka: ._.;
naomi: ._.;;;;
Kunikida: *glares at Lucy* "Brat...DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG A MESS THIS NOW PRESENTS TO US?!"
lucy: look, im sorry, ok, but what else could i have done, huh?
Kunikida: "I don't know--the hospital?! Now the Mafia is going to think we did this--"
*explosions are heard blocks away*
Tanizaki: O_O; "Oh no...They're starting early..."
lucy: i dont think that's them.
Kyoka: "It's those gangsters...Well, if you could take out two of them, this can't be too difficult..."
Tanizaki: T_T "I'll get ready..."
Dazai: "Have fun!" *dipping chips into the guacamole--*
lucy: no. i already brought enough trouble for you, im going to handle this myself so you dont get involved too.
Kunikida: "...Noble, although rather stupid, since if you get injured, the doctor will already be busy with one patient..."
*the window breaks*
sylvia: *screams*
Kyoka: *shields Sylvia*
*it's a knife with a message attached to it...*
kenji: *looks*
*it's horribly written but seems to want Lucy, with the line "We want the redhead!"*
lucy:....
Mantis: *on the rooftop across from the Agency* -_x "In one week, I've lost my clothes, my pride...and now my back is killing me!"
Lust: *shouting* "WE WANT THE REDHEAD~!"
izzy: they heard you!
Kunikida: "..." *sighs* "If you get killed, I'm not tolerating Atsushi's whining."
lucy:....im going out there. *hands them the groceries and turns*
Kyoka: "..."
Tanizaki: "..."
Dazai: "Have fun!"
atsushi: lucy wait! *holds her hand* .... *kiss* at least...let me be able to do that.
lucy:....dont worry. i have a plan.
-and so-
Mantis: *tapping his foot* >_X "Get your ass out here!"
Lust: *filing nails*
lucy: hey, jerkheads! come get me!
Lust: "??? No! How about you come here--"
Mantis: "RAWR!" *runs towards her*
pixie: *flies in*
lucy:....
Lust: "..." *shrugs* *follows*
-the other hell blaze members rush at her-
lucy:....*wicked smile and snaps her fingers*
-they appear to be in...a doll room?-
Mantis: *leaps at her--and falls onto a giant plushie* "..."
izzy: the hell?!
Lust: "..." *looks around* "..." -3- "Oh, this won't do..."
lucy: hello hello everyone~! welcome to anne's room! shall we play a game of tag~?
Mantis: "..." *muffled screams, as he starts slicing up the plushie* "YOU STUPID ASSHOLE! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY TAG! I WANT TO STAB YOU--REPEATEDLY!"
Lust: "Now, hang on--tag can be fun~"
lucy: now, that's not nice! emengarde hasnt done a thing to you. anne, show him the door~
Mantis: "WHO THE FUCK IS ANNE?!"
-something grabs him and the lust oni-
Lust: *looks up* OwO "..."
anne: owo
Mantis: *SCREAMS*
Lust: "OOOOOOOOH~" =w=
-arms reach from the dark room and grab them, pulling them in-
izzy: !!!!
Mantis: *biting Anne's hand* "BURN THIS THING!"
nailfile: what the fuck is that thing?!
Lust: "I'm trying!" *lighting up--but Anne keeps extinguishing...*
lucy: two down, several more to go~
Blaze Gangster 1: Q_Q "...Have I mentioned I have a phobia about dolls?"
nailfile: <oh fuck this shit!> *turns to run, but something has grabbed her leg* ?!?!?
-small dolls are climbing up her-
nailfile: *SCREAMING*
Blaze Gangster 2: *shrieks, running from toy soldiers*
izzy: motherfuck, what the hell are you?!
lucy: just an ability user, that's all. and i have a little favor to ask 💗
izzy: you want a favor?
lucy: leave the agency alone, and i'll let you all go.
Mantis: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THE AGENCY?!"
Lust: =w= "I'm in no--AH!--rush~"
izzy: *puts her hands up* we dont have a beef with you, girly, we just want the mafia dog, and we'll leave.
lucy: *glares*
Mantis: *SCREAMS, as Anne tightens her grip*
Lust: "AAAAAAAAH~!"
lucy: then i guess we'll be trapped here forever and ever then~
nailfile: *on the verge of panic*
Gangster 2: *climbing a giant tea set to escape toy soldiers*
izzy: ....tch-, fine then, we'll go, for now.
lucy: promise?
izzy: ...deal.
lucy:...*snaps fingers*
-back to reality-
nailfile: gross....
izzy:....let's go.
Mantis: *face-down on the pavement*
Lust: =o= "I-I need a moment..."
Gangster 1: *holding onto Gangster 2* Q_Q
Mantis: *grumbles* "Just let me stab her once..."
izzy: *holds hand up* we're going now.
lucy: and dont let me see your mugs around here again or else!
Lust: *gestures "Call me"*
Mantis: *gestures a knife along her throat*
lucy: *flips them off*
Lust: ._.;
Mantis: *MANTIS NOISES*
lucy:.....
fukuzawa: ........
Kunikida: "...Sir?"
lucy: !!! m-mr fukuzawa!
fukuzawa: miss montgomery. what you just pulled was reckless, foolish, and could have potentially killed you.
lucy: i-i know, but-
fukuzawa: and even so, you risked your life to protect us...
lucy:.....
fukuzawa: now, having said that, let me be the first to say.....*head pats* welcome to the armed detective agency.
lucy: ?!?!
Kyoka: "..." *tosses confetti* "Yay."
atsushi: lucy! *tackle hug* congrats!
naomi: *clapping*
sylvia:...*small smile*
kenji: you did it!
lucy:...ah....*tearing up* uu...*hugs atsushi, sobbing*
Kunikida: "..." ("I suppose I can keep my lecture to her for later, after she's done sobbing...")
kirako: oh, that's wonderful news!
Dazai: *mouth full of chips* "Yay!"
yosano: well, the patient's been taken care of, did i miss anything?
ranpo: new member.
yosano: !!
Tanizaki: "So I guess this is now a welcome party."
ranpo: here here!
-elsewhere-
Meme: *in the Deathbucks outfit* "Welcome! How many for your table?"
Izuku: "4. We may have 1 more."
mio: hey meme. .///.
Rin: *at another table, staring at notes* Q_Q
fani: =~=
Meme: ^^; *waves* "Hello!"
shinra: yo!
Rin: T_T "Hello...I'm going to fail my test..."
Izuku: "...Well, that's no good..."
shinra: im sure we can help you out.
Izuku: *nods* "What's the test for?"
Rin: "Exorcism stuff..."
???: well, allow me to assist.
-a wild annabelle warren appears-
annabelle: ta-dah~!
rui: *waves*
Rin: >~< "SAVE ME!"
-elsewhere-
Valentine: *pulls over* <Ready, kiddo?>
edouard: *responsive noise*
Valentine: "..." *sad smile, opens the door, gets to his side, opens the door for him and unbuckles the belt* <Want to feed the ducks?>
-elsewhere-
Danglars: *eating dinner* "..." <So, I'm going to have near-majority holdings in a cosmetics company.>
hermine: ...<that's nice...>
Danglars: <Yep! Imagine--me, selling those fruity perfumes and makeups! Ha! Never thought that'd be me...>
hermine: ....
Danglars: <Ha! Maybe I could get you a discount! ...> *looks at Eugenie* <Hey. Did you upset your mom or something?>
eugenie: <i didnt do anything. i was just playing with andrea in the yard today.> =3=
Danglars: <And you better treat that girl well--lot of money now riding on her.>
-elsewhere-
Sakuya: "How you feeling now?"
naho: much better. also kinda hungry.
Sakuya: "What you hungry for?"
naho:...crepes.
Sakuya: *nods* "Let's do this."
-elsewhere-
Gin: *checking her phone* "..."
higuchi: still nothing?
Gin: "No..." *pulls up a GPS app on her phone*
-elsewhere-
Mantis: Q~Q "Well, I can now add 'dolls' to the list of nightmare fuel..."
Lust: =w= "Same."
izzy: hmm....
Mantis: >_<# "Let's find the rest and kill them!"
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: *lying on the surgical table, looking up* O_O;;;
*sounds like fun outside...*
Akutagawa: "..." *gets up* *looks at the chair...there's a shirt there*
-it’s a pink shit that has a kitten hanging from a branch that reads ‘hang in there’-
Akutagawa: *picks it up* "..." =_=#
-outside-
Kunikida: "--and if you ever do something that foolhardy again that makes this organization look bad--!"
lucy: yes sir. -_-;
Kyoka: *slaps Ranpo's hand* "Hands off my cake."
ranpo: >3<
atsushi: never a dull day, huh?
Dazai: ^w^ "Nope..." *looks* "Is it going to be awkward?"
atsushi: what do you mean?
Dazai: "Which part: the awkwardness of working with someone you're dating, or the awkwardness that one of my former proteges is in the medical ward recovering from getting saved by your girlfriend, which is likely only to make things more awkward for all of us and Lucy?"
atsushi:.... .w.;;;
*the door opens*
Akutagawa: "..."
lucy: um... hey sku-
Akutagawa: *GLARE* "...Thank you for not letting me die."
lucy:.... ^^; no problem.
Akutagawa: *GETS UP IN HER FACE* "I do not like being in someone's debt."
lucy: ._.;;;;;
Akutagawa: *points at Dazai, still staring at Lucy* "DAZAI! I have managed not to kill, not for you, but to grow as my own person!"
Dazai: ^^ "And that's just grand--but I think you meant to say that to Atsushi..." *nudges him*
atsushi: .w.;;;;;;
Akutagawa: *turns, looks at Atsushi* "...Hello."
atsushi: *ahem* hello.
Akutagawa: "...She saved me. But I could've handled them fine." >_>;
Dazai: ("Wow. High praise.")
atsushi: ^^; yep, that's lucy for ya.
lucy: =///3///=;
Akutagawa: "Hmm...Well, good for both of you. I need to leave before the Mafia tracks my GPS chip back here and assumes you all kidnapped me."
Kyoka: ._.; "...They're doing _that_ again?"
naomi: ^^;
Tanizaki: *glare*
Akutagawa: "...Oh. Hello. How are you?"
Tanizaki: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
-elsewhere-
beauchamp: hmmm....
???: *cough cough sniff* <Hey, mister--mister! You got a smoke?>
beauchamp: <oh, sorry, i dont smoke.>
???: *pulls out a lighter, illuminating his own face, revealing a scraggily man with missing teeth* <Good for you!>
beauchamp: !!
???: *chuckles* <What's wrong? You wanted to see me, didn't ya?>
beauchamp: .....
???: *coughs, wipes his face* <Mosqueton, as your service!> *holds out his hand...it looks unappealing*
beauchamp: .... <likewise. call me beauchamp>
Mosqueton: <And a good chap you are!> *loud laughter* *wheezes* <...Okay, enough pleasantries. So, you were looking into the Mimic war?>
beauchamp: *looks around* <yes>
Mosqueton: *whispers* <Didn't the history books give you enough info?> *smirks*
beauchamp: ......
Mosqueton: <But you know you can't believe everything you read there...After all, think about the people Mimic must have still hanging about...In your neighborhood...at your local police station...in the president's office...>
beauchamp: .... <what do you know?>
Mosqueton: <I know a few members of our fine society who have been working in the background for Mimic...You ever look into the kidnapping of Alexandre Dumas?>
beauchamp: <kidnapping?>
Mosqueton: -_-; <Work with me here, my fine gentleman...Look him up. He was 'arrested' for being a courier for Mimic. Now, who was the recipient for the mail he was delivering?>
beauchamp: *listening*
Mosqueton: <There's no evidence left--because the prosecutor on the case burned it up.>
beauchamp: !!!
Mosqueton: <As for Dumas, the lad was sent to some black ops prison--the entire case isn't even on public record--they disappeared! That prosecutor did...>
beauchamp: <but why?>
Mosqueton: <Aren't you listening to me? Mimic has its people everywhere--so that prosecutor must have some connection to them. I only know the package Dumas delivered was listed as a recipient at Artagnan Plaza--some chemist--the addressee was listed as 'Colbey' or something...Dumas probably knew something he shouldn't have, so--> *imitates a beheading*
beauchap: .... *gulp*
Mosqueton: <You sure you want to go down this path, my fine sir? If you do, no telling what you'll find--or who will be gunning after you.>
beauchamp:.... <i'm already in this deep...>
Mosqueton: <Yes...You are. Now, about my payment--> *opens a switchblade*
beauchamp: !!!
Mosqueton: <I'll take my payment, now.>
-elsewhere-
valentine: <hey max> ^^
Max: <!!! H-Hey, Valentine!> ^^; <How are you?>
valentine: <just brought my brother to the park for a bit.>
Max: *looks* <He looks like he's having fun...>
valentine: <yeah. how was work for you?>
Max: "..." <Odd.>
valentine: ??
Max: <...You see your step-mom around?>
valentine: <she's at home. why?>
Max: <...I saw her at work.>
valentine: <really?>
Max: *nods* <...And she didn't recognize me.> -_-;
valentine: ^^;
Max: <Any idea what she would be doing there?>
valentine: hmmm...
Max: <I'm not sure, either--we haven't done anything special aside from the relic collection and whatever Mr. Fawkes is up to.>
-elsewhere-
Fernand: "..." *steps away from the phone, enters the living room...*
mercedes: *asleep on the couch*
Albert: *snoozing with her*
Fernand: "..." *sits beside them* "..."
mercedes: zzzz....
Fernand: *tucks a blanket over them*
-elsewhere-
marquis: <you can sleep here if you want.>
Benny: -^-; <...Better than the floor...>
marquis: ^^
Benny: "..." >_>; "..." <Do you know any stories?
marquis: <i do know one.>
Benny: *pulls the blankets around himself, listens*
marquis: <a long time ago, there was a prince. he was very small, and very lonely, as his mama and papa were always elsewhere...>
Benny: <...>
marquis: <one day, the prince left his home, in hopes of finding somewhere he could be loved. at first, he thought he had found it, with a large man in a mansion in the woods. but the man didnt love him the way he hoped, but he pretended to be happy anyway...>
Benny: <Why pretend? Why not leave?>
marquis: *sad smile* <because the prince was so desperate for any kind of love at that point, that he stayed. then, two men came and rescued the prince, and he's been happy ever since.>
Benny: <...> *curls up* <Okay...So, running away was good for the Prince?>
marquis: <in a way. he had finally found a place to call home, and people to call family.>
Benny: <Hmm...Does this family love him?>
marquis: .... <i think so.> *smile*
Benny: <...Okay...> *yawns* *lies, down, closes his eyes*
marquis:....*gets up, rubbing his eyes and exits the room*
Cervantes: *whispers* <Hello! He's asleep?>
marquis: *nods* *sniff* ^^
Cervantes: *concerned look* <You okay?>
marquis: *hug*
Cervantes: <!!!> *pat pat*
marquis:....<thanks>
Cervantes: ^^ <Any time...Want a drink?>
-elsewhere-
Kid: "Feel more relaxed?"
stocking: ^^
Kid: *smiles, rubs her shoulders*
stocking: =w=
Kid: *kisses the back of her neck*
stocking: ah~<3
Kid: *continues massaging* "So cute~"
stocking: =///=
Kid: *hugs her from behind* "I love you..."
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: *drawing...yawns* *looks out the window at the city at night*
mito: *resting by his feet*
Chuuya: "...Mito...Rain..."
mito: *meeew*
Chuuya: *pet pet stroke*
mito: *purrs*
Chuuya: *sad sigh*
-upstairs, the girls are asleep-
sonia: *sleeping peacefully*
miyuri: *sprawled out on the floor* zzzzz
Chuuya: "..." *picks up Mito, walks upstairs*
mito: *mii?*
Chuuya: *goes to the girls' room...sets down Mito*
mito: *walks over to miyuri, licks her cheek*
miyuri: hehehe... =w=
Chuuya: *small smile...picks up Miyuri*
miyuri: zzzzz....
Chuuya: *sets her in bed, tucks her in*
miyuri: =w=
Chuuya: *strokes her head...looks at Sonia*
sonia: mmn....*holding her teddy*
Chuuya: *tucks her and the teddy in*
sonia: *she seems happy*
Chuuya: *sighs* ("...I wish you could see this...")
-silence-
Chuuya: "..." *wipes his face*
-early morning-
Archivist: <Court cases?>
beauchamp: <yes>
Archivist: <Which year?>
-beauchamp explained-
Archivist: <Hmmm...I'm not familiar...Let me open the files for 6 years ago...>
-elsewhere-
Villefort: *sipping tea* <I will be reviewing cases for next week, so I can't be interrupted...>
Valentine: *sighs*
heloise: <im going to be running errands.>
Valentine: <I think I'll call up Francesca...>
Villefort: -_-;
-elsewhere-
Jeje: "Wake up."
mikuni: zzzzzz.... =w=
Jeje: "..." *picks him up...*
mikuni: mmn, that feels nice, darlin'...zzz....
Jeje: -_-; *slams Mikuni into the ceiling*
mikuni: YEOWCH!
Jeje: "Work is starting."
-elsewhere-
Dumas: *snoring*
{Dumas: *his wrists are chained to the interrogation table...he's in a prison jumpsuit...the laces are removed from his shoes* <LET ME OUT, DAMN IT! I DEMAND TO KNOW THE CHARGES!>}
{villefort: *entering*}
{Dumas: *stares, trying to recognize the person...* ("Prosecutor?") <...Who are you?>}
{villefort: <gerard de villefort, as the prosecution.>}
{Dumas: <...Monsieur, I was taken out of my home--it's my wedding day. I don't even know whether she knows I'm here! No one is explaining to me what I'm charged with!>}
{villefort: *examines the envelope*.... !!!!!!!}
{Dumas: <What? It was what my captain asked me to deliver-->}
{villefort: ....<we will investigate this matter immediately.>}
{Dumas: "..." *nods* <When can I be presented to the judge to post bail?>}
{-...-}
{villefort: <as you can see, this man's knowledge of mimic's actions makes him a liability. it makes him a dangerous man. i find it is only fitting to lock him away where his knowledge is unable to harm anyone.>}
{Dumas: <You can't do this! I'm innocent! I don't even know what I had! Please, your honor-->}
{Judge: <I'm inclined to agree. Officers, please escort the prisoner-->}
{Dumas: !!! *shakes*}
{juror: !!! <w-what is that?!>}
{Dumas: *dark energy is around him--as he snaps the handcuffs offs and throws the table into the ceiling lights, knocking them out*}
{-there is panic and screaming-}
{villefort: !!!! <what the devil-->}
{Dumas: *in the dark, he grows only more powerful, before he grabs Villefort by the throat* <YOU LIED TO ME! I HATE BEING LIED TO!>}
{villefort: !!! <GU-GUARDS!>}
{Guard: <Shoot!> *fires a tranq*}
{*the tranquilizers hit Dumas...he's still moving*}
Dumas: *shaking in bed* <No...NO!> *slams his fist onto the bed--smashing its frame*
marquis: <dumas? is everything ok-.... ._.;;; >
Dumas: <...> *sits up* =_=# "..." <What?! YOU'VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE BREAK THEIR BED?!>
marquis: eep! >^<; <b-breakfast is ready!>
Dumas: <FINE! THANK YOU! IS THERE ORANGE JUICE?!> *pushes the broken bed to the wall*
marquis: <please, dont shout? ^^; >
Dumas: O^O *angry whispering* <WHY NOT?>
marquis: <you'll upset the neighbors.>
Dumas: <...> =_=; <Fine. Good point...> *buries his head under the pillow*
-elsewhere-
Max: <I'm heading out...>
morrel: <take care.> *smiles* .........*sigh*
Max: <...I'll be home at 4. Call me if you need anything...> *sad smile*
-elsewhere-
Izumo: -_-; ("I finished sweeping the apartment, so just need to find food...") *checking cupcakes at the grocery* ("How did I get talked into a 'sleepover'?")
-phone ringing-
Izumo: "???" *answers* "Hello?"
shiemi: hi izumo! when are you coming over?
Izumo: "I'm on my way--I'm just picking up some items." -_-; "...Should I be bringing anything?"
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: "--then she buried the cleaver into me, nearly killing me, before activating her ability to heal all injuries." *sips tea* "...Hm. This is quite good."
lucy:.....*awkward laughter*
Akutagawa: "...My fatal injuries amuse you?"
lucy: oh no, i didnt mean it that way!
Akutagawa: "In what way, then? What was funny?"
atsushi: anyone want cupcakes? ^^;;
Akutagawa: "...Fine." *takes one* "Who made them?"
atsushi: kyouka did.
Akutagawa: "...Have you been taking good care of her?"
atsushi: of course.
sylvia: *peeks* .~.;;;
Akutagawa: "...And who is that person?"
atsushi: that's sylvia, she's a new member as well.
sylvia: >~<;; *ducks behind the wall*
Akutagawa: "...These are your recruits? In the Mafia, we focus on power..."
atsushi: well, lucy has proven herself willing to give her life for the sake of the agency, just like i did.
Akutagawa: -^- "I could've saved myself--I was busy not killing them and making sure she didn't get killed..."
lucy: and i appreciate that
Akutagawa: "...You're welcome." *bites into the cupcake--gets frosting on his nose*
atsushi: um...you got something on your- *points to his nose*
Akutagawa: "Yes? ..." *looks* "..." *wipes with a napkin* "...Thank you." >\\\\>;
atsushi: ^^;
-CRASH-
atsushi: ?!
lucy: ???
sylvia: EEP! >~<;;
Akutagawa: *already aiming Rashomon* "!!!"
???: "Now, calm down--we're not here to--" *suddenly, his voice goes up in pitch* "OW!" *Tachihara collapses into the room*
Akutagawa: "???"
gin: GIVE RYU BACK!
hirotsu: gin, i understand you're upset, but we need to be diplomatic about this.
gin: diplomatic my ass! *runs into the room and hugs akutagawa* WHY DIDNT YOU ANSWER?!
Akutagawa: O\\\\O; "...I was busy, recuperating from injuries. Also, there were cupcakes."
gin: *glares at atsushi*
atsushi: ._.;;;
lucy: ._.;;;;
Akutagawa: "...Wait, you don't think they injured me, do you?"
hirotsu: *ahem* greetings, armed detective agency, we're just here to recover one of our members.
yosano: he was injured before he got here....granted i helped, but that was to heal him.
Akutagawa: *nods* "Granted, I was first attacked by some fire-users--the same that took the Mafia's bar."
gin: !!!
Akutagawa: "They followed me back here, attempting to destroy the Armed Detective Agency as well."
hirotsu: hmm...
Kyoka: *walks in with more tea* "And obviously we were not destroyed--and Lucy sent the Hell Blaze Gang away."
lucy: *beaming*
Akutagawa: >_>; *opens his mouth to repeat his point--then stops* -_-;
Tachihara: T~T "Who the hell is Lucy?"
lucy: .... that would be me. -_-;
Tachihara: "??? You mean ‘carrots’ over there?"
Akutagawa: *stifling himself*
lucy: *PUNCH* WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE CALLING 'CARROTS'?!
gin: -_-; ignore him, he's a moron.
Tachihara: X___X
Akutagawa: "..." *pokes* "He's not dead, so no need to treat him..." *picks him up* "...Thank you for the shirt."
atsushi:...right... *sweatdrop*
lucy: er-...sorry about your coat.
Akutagawa: "It's fine..." *takes hers*
lucy: D8
Akutagawa: "Let's go home."
gin:....*nods*
-elsewhere-
Joker: "Welcome back!" >w<
nana: =A=;
Joker: "How did you like staying over with Aunt Red?"
nana: it was nice.
Joker: "Does she have nice furniture?"
nana: yeah, it was fancy. we ordered pizza.
Joker: "Oh..." *looks up* "I guess I owe you for that..." *opens wallet*
nana: ??
scarlet: it's fine.
Joker: "Well, owe you for the pizza..." *hands her a $20 bill*
scarlet: um...thanks, i guess.
Joker: "So, when can we have a slumber party?"
scarlet: ... -_-;
-elsewhere-
-knocks-
mrs saint-merand: ?? *opens the door* <oh, heloise, what a surprise!> ^^
Mr. Saint-Merand: -_-; <Hmph.>
Heloise: <Hello.> *smiles* *holds up a box* <I brought tea.>
mrs saint-merand: <oh, how lovely!> ^^
Heloise: <I was hoping we could catch up...> *adjusts her pearl necklace*
mrs saint-merand: <why of course, dear.>
Mr. Saint Merand: *stares at her necklace* "..." ("Familiar...")
Heloise: <Shall I brew?>
mrs saint merand: <are you sure dear, we dont mind->
Heloise: <It would be my pleasure...>
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: -_-; "I appreciate your concern, but I think this is going too far--"
gin: im seriously not letting you out of my sight for a week!
Akutagawa: "YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!" >_<# "I WAS DOING JUST FINE!"
gin: DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS?! WE ALREADY HAD YOU GO MISSING ONCE! *hug* i cant....i cant let it happen again...*shaking*
Akutagawa: "..." T~T *hug* "I'm sorry."
gin: *sniff* you're a real jerk sometimes, ryu...
Akutagawa: "I love you, too..."
gin:.....
Higuchi: Q_Q *watching from around the corner*
Akutagawa: "...Can we just have lunch already..."
gin: ..r-right.
Q: i want omurice! ^o^
Higuchi: "!!" *runs back to the kitchen*
Akutagawa: -_-; ("Q gets kidnapped all the time--why do I get in trouble when I do...")
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: "Okay, so there are the tools, the wood planks--"
Motojiro: "The death laser--"
Chuuya: "..." *STARE*
ayako: OwO
Chuuya: "...How...How about instead a kaleidoscope in the treehouse?" ^^;
Motojiro: "Hmm...Colorful...I suppose.............."
leo: perhaps a light show for the reception would be nice?
Motojiro: "...YES...We shall build it!"
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: "Let's not rest on our laurels--you're now in this Agency, so now you're going to start with the grunt work."
lucy: yes sir.
Kunikida: "Good. You're on Ranpo duty."
lucy: *sigh* i figured.
-elsewhere-
Lord Wilmore: <Don't fall behind, sweetie...>
andrea: =~=
Lord Wilmore: *knocks on the door* ^^
lucian: <yes? ah, lord wilmore, please, come in>
Lord Wilmore: <Hello, Lucian--a pleasure to see you again. I am here to leave paperwork for Monsieur Danglars to review...>
lucian: <right this way>
Lord Wilmore: *follows* <Maybe Andrea would like to play with her new friend?>
eugenie: <andrea!> *hug*
andrea: !!!
Lord Wilmore: <Have fun, you two!> *smug wave at Andrea*
Danglars: *in his office, muttering over financial records*
-elsewhere-
Izumo: "Hello? Anyone here?" *looking at the garden*
shiemi: oh, you're here! ^^
Izumo: "Hi..." *holds up bag* "I brought some snacks..."
shiemi: oh how nice! come on, my room is in the garden storehouse.
Izumo: "The storehouse?" *follows* *looking at the garden*
-it's quite a lovely garden-
Izumo: "...It must take you a lot of work to tend to all of this..."
shiemi: it does, but it's worth it. *opens the door*
-inside is quite cozy-
Izumo: "...Um...This isn't bad..." >\\\>; "...Where should I put these?" *holds up the bag*
-elsewhere-
*knock on the 8th's door*
shinra: ??
Ogun: *waves* "Hey."
shinra: ogun! great to see you!
Ogun: "Same!" *hug* "How you holding up?"
shinra: pretty well. *calls out* hey guys! ogun's here!
Arthur: "Finally--pleasant company."
Ogun: ^^;
karin: OwO nozomiiiin~ someone's heeeere~
Petra: "..." *whispers* "I have no idea who he is."
iris: he's a friend.
Petra: "Hmm...I hope he's more dependable than some people..."
rita: ^^;
maki: so what's new with you?
Ogun: "...Is Commander Obi here?" *he's holding some files*
maki: yeah, he's out training in the garden.
Ogun: *nods* "I can wait...I think you, Dr. Itou, and Vulcan may need to hear this...You too, Shinra."
shinra: what is it?
karin: ...
Ogun: "I overheard Commander Huang and Captain Arg visiting Commander Arg...They sounded really upset about what happened to some patients they had...The 6th and multiple hospitals have been transferring burn victims..."
karin: oh jeez...
shinra: ....
Ogun: "The Captain wanted me to tell Obi, especially given where the burn victims have been transferred..."
-elsewhere-
Dr. John: "...Son of a gun." *kicks a garbage can*
sachiko: !!
Dr. John: *she's looking at empty beds* "Burn victims...in comas, moved against my orders...How dare they..."
-there is murmurs amongst the hospital staff-
nurse: how strange...
nurse 2: what about the moriyama girl?
Dr. John: "Everyone, listen up! Do not let another patient be transferred--not until I give Haijima Industries a piece of my mind!" *rolls up a sleeve* "Or my fist!"
-elsewhere-
Scientist: *looking out the window* *sighs* "Get another bed ready..."
*a child lies motionless behind the glass on the stone floor...*
???: right away.
???: "..." *walks up to the glass, staring at both scientists...bangs a fist on the glass*
scientist 2: !!!
???: *muffled through the glass* "Bring me another."
Scientist 1: ^^; *speaks into the microphone* "Take an hour break--you earned it, champ--"
???: *bangs on the glass again* "Another."
Scientist 1: OwO; "..." *looks at Scientist 2* "Get another kid."
???: now come on, they're kids for cripe's sake.
???: *looks at ???, glaring*
Scientist 1: >3< "SHHHHH! Do you want to get killed?!"
scientist 2: always the moral one, eh fujimi?
kahono: well _someone_ here has to.
Scientist 1: -_-; "Then you convince him..." *hands Kahono the microphone*
kahono: kurono, quit being a dingus and take a break for an hour, you'll burn yourself out otherwise!
Kurono: "Hmph...I don't have a lot of time, and a break is just wasting time..." *clenches his fist* "...Get a doctor in here to check on this..."
kahono: *entering and checks on the child*
Kurono: "..."
Child: *knocked out, barely breathing*
kahono:...im so sorry for this, kiddo. *picks them up*
Kurono: "Weakling."
kahono:…
-elsewhere-
Heloise: *walking up the steps, one at a time* "..."
{Heloise: *sets down the tea* <Such lovely cups you have...>}
{mrs saint-merand: <why thank you.> ^^}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: <Hmph.> *sniffs the tea* <What is it?>}
{Heloise: <Hibiscus.> *looks* <Where are your servants?>}
{mrs saint-merand: <oh, we dont have any.>}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: <Yes. You've been here before, haven't you?> *sips*}
{Heloise: "..." *smiles* <Sorry. I'm so forgetful...>}
{mrs saint-merand: *sips hers*}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: "..." <That necklace looks familiar...>}
{Heloise: <...Oh? Does it?> *knowing smile*}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: <...What the hell...?>}
{mrs saint-merand: .... !!! *coughing*}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: *his hand is shaking* <Wh-What...WHAT DID YOU DO?!>}
{Heloise: *keeps sipping her tea*}
{mrs saint-merand: *collapses*}
{Heloise: *smirks* <Well, that settles--GRK!>}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: *strangling Heloise, his hands shaking from the poisoning*}
{Heloise: *desperately swinging her arms at him*}
{Mr. Saint-Merand: *his grip loosens...as he clutches her pearls, ripping them off, scattering them on the floor*}
{Heloise: "?!" *coughing...settles herself, noticing he's convulsing but motionless* "..." *picks up the string of pearls and the ones that fell off* ("That's all of them...") "..." *kicks Mr. Saint-Merand...he's not moving...* *smiles, coughs...* ("Now to wipe the tea set...Well, _my_ tea set...")}
{*she doesn't notice something shining from under Mrs. Saint-Merand's couch...*}
Heloise: *walks into her room, sits on the edge of her bed* "..."
-elsewhere-
Asher: =_= "Why are you doing this to me?" *staring at a roller coaster*
Kanin: *eating cotton candy*
izumi: we thought it'd be a nice change of pace.
lei-lei: yeah!
Saria: "If you don't want the coaster, we can try something else, like bumper cars--"
Asher: "Done. Enjoy getting heart attacks." *walks to bumper cars*
izumi:.. ^^;
Axel: "I'm not scared. The Hell-Scarer 8000 isn't as bad as the Hell-Scarer 9000. I heard this one only had 4 injuries this week--"
zeke: true, true.
Yafeu: *AGGRESSIVE NOMMING ON CANDY APPLE* "LET'S DO THIS!"
-elsewhere-
Shamrock: *vacuuming...lifts the couch up and--* "...TSUBAKI. THEY'RE DIGGING TUNNELS AGAIN!"
Belkia: *pops up, wearing a miner's hat* "We'll get to Asakusa in less than a month!"
otogiri: -_-;
Black Star: "GET OUT OF THERE!" *pulls Belkia up by the neck* "NOW WE GOT TO FILL THIS HOLE!"
Shamrock: "Hmm...Maybe just lay a rug for now..." *sets the rug*
Sakuya: *walks in* "What's all the noise--" *falls through the rug into the tunnel*
Black Star: D8
Shamrock: X_O;
Belkia: "..." *snort laugh*
naho: D8 SAKKUUUUN!!
Black Star: O_O; "We're all so dead..."
Belkia: "What, again?"
Shamrock: X~T
Sakuya: @~@ "Please...Beat the shit out of them for me..."
-elsewhere-
*knock knock on the Agency door*
lucy: ??
*someone outside carrying a futon*
lucy oh, mr katai!
Katai: O~O "H-H-Hello, Lucy...Visiting today?"
lucy: oh, i actually work here now.
Katai: "Oh, I see..." ^^ "...HUH?!"
-atsushi explains what all happened-
Katai: Q_Q "I'm glad I avoided that...After the last time I met Mr. Akutagawa, he got angry with me..."
kirako: oh, katai! please, come on in.
Katai: *walks inside, sits down* "H-Hello. How's the baby?"
kirako: coming along.
yosano: so what's up?
Katai: =_= "I was kept up all night by loud noises..."
yosano: loud noises?
Katai: *nods* "I heard some scuffle outside my window, like someone was stealing from someone. I looked up but didn't put on my glasses in time before the potential thief and the potential victim ran off..."
yosano: hmm...
Katai: "M-M-Maybe someone could do a stake-out--"
Ranpo: "SLEEPOVER."
aya: yeah!
Katai: O_O; "Not what I had in mind--"
Kyoka: "We'll need to order pizza."
-elsewhere-
Izumo: *pointing at the books* "That's the name of this technique, so memorize it--no cutesy nicknames for it."
shiemi: oh... *looks*...... ._.
Izumo: -_-; "Okay, look, your nicknames are a way for you to memorize. So how about we use that to our advantage..." *holds up the book, showing a plant* "This is the osha plant. It is used to ward away spirits. So, what do you nickname this?"
shiemi: kumako-chan.
Izumo: ._.; "...Where did you get that name?"
shiemi: they call it bear medicine, right? kuma means bear in japanese, hence, kumako-chan.
Izumo: "...That...is actually impressive. Okay, so now you need to remember the actual name, so, um, maybe..." *doodles a bear* "This is, um, 'Osha the Bear'?"
-elsewhere-
Beauchamp: =_= *yawns* ("I can't find anything on this 'Dumas'...It's like he really was wiped from public records, not even a birth certificate...") *opens a web page for Judge Villefort...*
-there is a photo of himself, a young blonde woman, and a young blonde girl-
Beauchamp: *reads the caption* " 'Mr. Villefort is seen here with...'" *tries to read the names* "Hmm..." *searches for the name of his wife* <Deceased...> *pulls up family records* ("A few of them are dead--his wife, his dad...That's troubling...") *pulls up a file on Noirtier Villefort...*
-confirmed MIA, assumed to be deceased-
Beauchamp: *pulls up a photo and--* "!!!" *hunts through his photographs of Villefort from following him around town--* "?!" ("That old man in the chair...That's him! Who is he...") *searches the nursing home...* "...COLBY?!"
Librarian: -A- "SHHH!"
Beauchamp: O_O; <Sorry...>
francesca: ._.;;;
Beauchamp: "?!" *whispers* <Hello...>
francesca: <hey.>
Beauchamp: <...This is something big...>
francesca: ??
Beauchamp: <I was given a clue to follow the person in communication with someone involved in Mimic--and I think he knows something about poisoning people during the war...>
francesca: .........
Beauchamp: <And this man is a chemical technician, retired, who I think was the person involved with mimic--Villefort, assumed dead in the war but still alive!>
francesca: !!!!!!!! <y-you dont think....>
Beauchamp: <I do. I think Judge Villefort is involved with Mimic, and when he found out the person he was prosecuting could out his dad's involvement, too, he had the man killed and put his dad into hiding...>
francesca: *shaking*
Beauchamp: <This is big...We can't even go to the cops with this...Hey, you okay?>
francesca: <he.....noirtier....he's my girlfriend's grandfather....>
Beauchamp: <...Oh no...>
francesca:...<i have to know...if he really did kill my father...>
Beauchamp: <...What, we talk to him?>
francesca: hmmm....
Beauchamp: <...> *texting* <I know someone--hang on...>
-elsewhere-
Dabi: *pulls over* "We're here..."
himiko: *looks*
*looks to be a dusty ghost town with a railroad near it...the sign says 'Orion'*
himiko: ooooh.
Twice: "Ooooo..." *snaps a pic on his phone--*
Dabi: *slaps his hand* "Stop. We can't be tracked here..."
Twice: -3-
banshee: ....
Muscular: "What's supposed to be here? It's just sage brush and dust."
Dabi: "Appearances can be deceptive..." *tosses a shovel* "Start digging."
-elsewhere-
Steinbeck: *on the phone* "Sir, I really don't understand what you're--...Okay. Okay! We'll be on the look out...Right...Right..." -_-; "Sir, we don't work for free--" *shouting heard on the phone* >_<# "..." *hands the phone to Emily*
emily: ._. um. h-hello?
???: "--and I said this is important to these kids! How would you like it if you were kidnapped or if I put my boot up your--...Oh, Ms. Dickinson. Hi. This is Salinger."
emily: mr salinger, hello!
Salinger: ^^ "Hello, dear. Spencer, say hello to Ms. Dickinson!"
*a dog barking is heard*
emily: ^^ so, what's the occasion?
Salinger: "I'm afraid I have some bad news--a kid in my neighborhood's friend was kidnapped, and he thinks she's in your area."
emily: oh goodness!
Salinger: "Could you look out for her? I could mail you a news clipping, but that'll take a long time--maybe there's something on the World Wide Web on your computer?"
-elsewhere-
Lord Wilmore: <A pleasure, sir...> *takes the signed paperwork, shakes Danglars's hand*
Danglars: <Yes! I can't believe I get to own your stuff now!>
Lord Wilmore: ^^; <49%, sir...>
-upstairs-
andrea: *staring at the teaset* ...
Eugenie: <It's pretty, isn't it? Mama tells me to be careful so not to break it because she wants it for when friends are over...But she never has anyone over...>
andrea: ......
Eugenie: <...> *smiles* <Maybe you could be Mama's friend, too!>
andrea: !!! .///.;;;
Eugenie: <Mama? Meet my new friend!> *takes Andrea's hands*
andrea: ._.;;;
hermine: ??
Eugenie: <This is Andrea!> *whispers* <She's really shy...>
hermine: ...<h-how do you do?>
andrea: .~.;;;
Eugenie: ^w^ <May we have snacks?>
hermine:...<of course> *heads downstairs*
-elsewhere-
Duncan: *struggling to pick up the 'strong man' mallet to hit the weight to strike the bell* *huffs, puffs* "Hang on...Hang on..."
Axel: "Bro, this is just sad."
zeke: *shakes head*
hibiki: i might die from second hand embarrassment.
Duncan: >3< *swings--and hits the weight's countermeasure--and the weight barely goes up*
Hyde: "Aaaaaaaaaand you got 2 out of 100..."
Asher: "That sucks." *their hair is blown back*
amelia: may i give it a go?
Duncan: "Pfft! Like you can even lift it--"
amelia: *takes the hammer* *intense look* *SHA-WING!*
Kanin: *watches*
-she just knocked the bell off-
amelia:....................oops.
Duncan: Q_Q
Axel: 0_0
zeke: ....bruh.
Kanin: O_O
Hyde: -_-; "...I got to stop running this in Death City..."
-elsewhere-
Chuuya: *sawing*
naoya: *streeeetch*
Chuuya: "...Think they'll like it?"
naoya: hell yeah!
Chuuya: ^^; "Thanks...I just want this to be perfect...Maybe paint some of it with animals..."
naoya: good idea.
Chuuya: "And Kajii and Leo are working on the kaleidoscope...You know what would be cool? Maybe some playground here..."
naoya: maybe a pool?
Chuuya: "Yeah! Wait..." ._.; "I don't know whether Miyuri can swim..."
naoya: i'd suggest starting with an inflatable pool.
Chuuya: "Sounds good--I'll add it to the shopping list..."
-elsewhere-
Heloise: *rubbing her neck*
edouard: <mama?>
Heloise: *quickly turns...nervous smile* <Oh, Eddy...You startled me...>
edouard: <are you ok?>
Heloise: "..." *nods* <Yes...> *picks him up* <Much better...>
edouard: ^^
Heloise: <Hee hee...> *forehead kiss* <Let's make snacks.>
-elsewhere-
Lord Wilmore: <Andrea? Time to go home...>
andrea:...*nods*
Lord Wilmore: <...You okay?>
andrea: *nods nods* ...
Lord Wilmore: <Okay...Wave bye-bye to your friend...> *looks at Mrs. Danglars and Eugenie*
andrea: *wave*
Eugenie: ^w^ *happy wave*
-elsewhere-
Akitaru: "Jeez...This is pretty serious, folks..."
Ogun: *nods*
karin: ......
Vulcan: "I think we're also forgetting something big--this isn't the first time Haijima has been up to some shit. My family, Giovanni's connection to the Hoods, what they did to Lisa--even the 5th's commander was up to sneaky stuff."
shinra: yeeeah... >->;
Akitaru: "And something that's been obvious for a bit...that Viktor was put here by Haijima to keep an eye on us."
Ogun: "...Huh. That...makes a lot of sense."
Takehisa: "Obviously."
Vulcan: "No duh."
Arthur: "Totally."
karin: i fucking knew it.
Relan: ._. ("...I didn't...")
nozomi: !!
iris: ._.
rita: ????
Petra: -_-; *signing* <The Viktor boy is a spy for Haijima--because of course.>
rita: <oh.> .... <wait, is haijima the enemy or no?>
Petra: *signing while talking* <So, now that you know Haijima is the actual threat, when do we treat them like you treated the Church?"
shinra: *looks to oubi*
Akitaru: "..." *looks to Karin* "I don't suppose you could find some floor plans for their buildings?"
karin: just leave it to me!
Vulcan: "I also may have some jamming equipment to see if we can listen into their security guards' PA system."
-elsewhere-
Noirtier: *sitting by his window* "..."
-two nurses enter-
francesca:...
Noirtier: "..." *smirks* <You're new...>
Beauchamp: "..."
francesca: <do you need anything?>
Noirtier: <Yes...Do you intend to kill me here, or kidnap me first?>
francesca: ._.; <erm...>
Noirtier: <Oh, come now--you're so transparent. Do you know how long I've waited for this? Just--Just pour the water already, and let's chat...>
francesca: .......
Noirtier: <Now, then, what did you want to ask me?>
francesca:.... *shaking*
Beauchamp: <Mr. Colby...or, should I say, Mr. Noirtier...>
Noirtier: *smiles* <Who told you?> *looks at Francesca* <Oh, come off it--are you a welp or an adult? Just spit it out!>
francesca: <monsiour d'epinay, did you kill him?>
Noirtier: <D'Epinay? Oh, I was stationed with him...Heh...He convulsed for minutes...>
francesca: !!!!!!!
Beauchamp: <Sir! You killed this woman's father?!>
Noirtier: <I killed them all.>
francesca:......*she collapses*
Beauchamp: <!!!> *picks her up, supports her head*
Noirtier: <Pity...Where's a nurse when you need one...>
francesca: <why you->
Noirtier: <Why? Have you seen this nation, this continent?> *coughs* <After the horrors I've seen, I'd rather see it all burn, so something else could be built...>
francesca: <shut up...>
Noirtier: *smirks* <Or what? I've been running my mouth longer than you've been alive-->
-PUNCH-
Noirtier: *knocked out of his wheelchair*
francesca: <YOU SON OF A BITCH!> *kicks*
Noirtier: *collapsed, wheezing* <St-Stop! Help me!>
Beauchamp: *too stunned to do anything...*
francesca: *tries to strangle him*
Nurse: *breaks down the door* <Stop! You'll kill him!> *grabs Francesca*
francesca: <let go of me!>
Nurse 2: *grabs Francesca by the hair*
Nurse 1: *pulling away Francesca's arms*
Noirtier: *coughing* <Get her away!>
-elsewhere-
sonia: *writing*
Chuuya: *wipes his brow* *looks*
sonia: *looks up, wave*
Chuuya: *smiles, waves...walks into the school, looking at the halls' walls*
-there are several posters and drawings by the kids-
Chuuya: *smiles, laughs a bit* ("Where's Sonia's...")
-the is one with a drawing of a girl in a sundress in a field of sunflowers-
Chuuya: "???"
-it has sonia's name on it-
Chuuya: "Wow..."
teacher: quite amazing, isnt she?
Chuuya: "Hmm? ...Yes, she is. Thank you."
teacher: ^^ its quite remarkable, she's so mature for her age group.
Chuuya: ^^; "I keep telling her that..."
teacher: *chuckle* ^^
Chuuya: "I was just here to pick her up..."
teacher: ah.
Chuuya: "How is she? Is she getting along okay?"
teacher: she seems to be doing well.
Chuuya: "...Good. It's been a big adjustment again for her..."
teacher: i've heard...
Chuuya: >_>; "I'm kind of worried whether she's making friends..."
teacher: she does talk to her classmates, but spends more time talking with the teachers.
Chuuya: *nods* "Yes, she tends to get along better with some adults..."
teacher: truth be told, we're considering having her skip ahead a few grades.
Chuuya: "Oh? That would be a big change..."
teacher: it would indeed.
Chuuya: "I think I'll talk with her, too..."
teacher: *knocks* sonia, your father's here.
sonia: ok. *collects her belongings and exits into the hall*
Chuuya: "Hi, Sonia. How are you?"
sonia: good. *hug*
Chuuya: ^^ *hug*
-elsewhere-
Kuro: *paws at cupcake*
mahiru: ok, now we need three eggs.
Kuro: =_= *picks up eggs* "Here. Where do I put them?"
mahiru: crack them open and put them into the bowl.
Kuro: "I was kidding..." *tosses the shells* "Stir now, or..."
mahiru: *nods*
Kuro: *stirs* "What flavor will these be, when can we eat them, and where's the frosting?"
mahiru: it's a strawberry cake for the school bake sale.
Kuro: "...That doesn't answer 'when can we eat'..."
mahiru: we'll have the second cake later.
Kuro: =_= "Fine...I'll help bake these for your bake sale..." *stirs more slowly*
-elsewhere-
Kyoka: *rolling up a sleeping bag* "We'll also need soda."
sylvia: *nod nod*
tamaki: oh, hey kyouka!
Kyoka: *shiny eyes* "Tamaki." *hug*
tamaki: ^^
sylvia: um...h-hi...
Kyoka: "Sylvia, this is Tamaki. She saved me at the Sports Festival."
sylvia: n-nice to...m-meet you... .~.;;;
tamaki: shy?
sylvia: eep! >~<
Kyoka: "Yes. Her ability has not been a lucky one."
tamaki: i can relate. too well. *excalibur face*
Kyoka: *sympathetic pat* "We were getting ready for a stake-out / sleepover."
tamaki: oh, sounds fun.
Kyoka: *nods* "This will be a first for Sylvia since joining the Agency." *whispers* "We're worried about organized crime around a friend's apartment."
tamaki: jeez.
Kyoka: "So be careful...We already had the Hell Blaze Gang attack us. And some weird fire woman with an eye mask..."
tamaki: !!!!!! what did her eye mask look like?
Kyoka: "??? Like a Burger King crown? It was in the Nether months ago--"
tamaki: holy-..*shakes* y-you were lucky to get away, that person, she's....*looks around and whispers* she's part of a group called the knights of the ashen flame. all im gonna say is that they're bad news.
Kyoka: "I know. They ripped my friend Atsushi to bits, then burned the bits, then burned him alive again. Twice."
tamaki: D8
Kyoka: "He got better. He can regenerate."
tamaki:.....bruh...just....bruh.
Kyoka: "He's also the weretiger, so he also has a cat theme."
tamaki: ....riiight. ^^;
sylvia: .~.;;
Kyoka: "It's better now. We have more recruits now, and we put a fundamentalist extremist into prison."
tamaki: wow, you've been busy. we've been busy too, but that's classified info, sadly.
Kyoka: "I understand. Good luck with confidential work."
-elsewhere-
Hyde: "Here you go..." *hands a neon glow-stick necklace*
izumi: thanks hyde! ^^
Hyde: "Don't mention it. Say hi to Soul for me!"
Axel: *wearing a balloon hat* "Need the bathroom before fireworks. Bro, I entrust this to you..." *hands off the balloon hat*
zeke: *salutes*
hibiki: *looking for a good spot*
*looks to be an open spot on the hill...*
hibiki: how about there?
Duncan: "Allow me to roll out the blankets..." T~T
izumi: ^^
Asher: *their face is painted* ._.
Saria: ^^ *sits on the blanket, pats a spot next to her*
lukas: *takes a seat*
Kanin: "Here you go, Amelia."
amelia: *noms on cotton candy*
Kanin: ^^
Yafeu: *putting on 'fireworks glasses' "KALEIDOSCOPIC!"
lei-lei: ^^
*the PA system turns on*
???: "Is this thing on? Hello?"
???: "You're already pressing the button, Lord Death..."
lord death: ah yes, welcome to the festival everyone! how's everybody doing tonight?
Sid: -_-; ("They can't respond--")
Audience: "YAY!"
lord death: are you ready for some fireworks?
Audience: "YES!"
lord death: alrighty! let's get this party started!!
*WHEEP* *something fires into the sky before exploding into a firework*
amelia: wow!
Axel: *runs up* "Crap! What have I missed?"
*another shoots off to form a skull head*
-clapping-
-elsewhere-
valentine: *knocks*
*no answer*
valentine: <grandma? grandpa? it's me!>
*no answer still*
valentine: ... (maybe they're asleep...) *tries the door*
*it opens...*
valentine: !!! *coughing* *dialing 112*
Dispatcher: <112, what's your emergency?>
valentine: <there's a gas leak in my grandparent's home!>
Dispatcher: <Please give me the address to send emergency.>
-she explains the situation-
Dispatcher: <Emergency is on its way. Are your grandparents in the house?>
valentine: <i dont know, should i check? i tried to call them but they wont answer!>
Dispatcher: <You should not be in there to breathe--you need to leave to let emergency provide oxygen to your grandparents...>
-elsewhere-
Heloise: "..." *knocks on Villefort's bedroom door before walking in*
villefort: <it's open.>
Heloise: *already inside...locks the door behind her* <...Gerard...> *walks up to him...*
villefort: *turns-*
Heloise: *holds onto him in a hug*
villefort: !!!!!
Heloise: *kisses his cheek down to his lips*
villefort: <ah- what's gotten into you?>
Heloise: *downcast eyes* <Gerard...I was so lonely...I just want to be close to you...>
villefort: .....
Heloise: *rubs a hand over his chest, leans against him* <I'm sorry for being so cold...Gerard...I love you...>
-elsewhere-
francesca: ......
Beauchamp: *sitting in a jail cell* =_= <Well, I can add this to my resume...>
Jailer: <Hey, are you Beauchamp and d'Épinay?>
francesca:....<what about it?>
Jailer: *opens the door* <Bail posted.>
francesca: <wait, really?>
Beauchamp: ._.;
Jailer: <He's outside for you...>
francesca: *looks*
Lord Wilmore: *waves*
francesca: ....
Beauchamp: <Um...Thank you, sir-->
Lord Wilmore: <Lord Wilmore.>
-elsewhere-
Kid: *crawls into bed*
shiori: *peek*
stocking: oh, seems we have a visitor.
Kid: *smiles* "Hey, Shiori..." *waves*
shiori: *crawls into bed with a picture book* story book!
stocking: want us to read to you??
shiori: *nods*
Kid: *takes the book, opens it up* "Pretty drawings, aren't they?"
shiori: *nods and points*
Kid: *looks*
-seems to be a book of fairy tales-
Kid: "Any particular tale to start?"
shiori: dat one.
Kid: " 'Beauty and the Beast,' huh? Sure! 'Once upon a time, in a castle far away...'"
-elsewhere-
Katai: >_<; "It's kind of cramped in here..."
aya: *noms on taiyaki*
Kyoka: *sitting under the kotatsu* =w=
Ranpo: *sipping ramune* "What's with all the cat toys? You adopted one now?"
sylvia: ._.
Katai: O\\\\\\O "..." *looks out the window* "L-Let's just look for those loud crooks..."
atsushi: ....
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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 16 - Observer 🔞
w/c - 6,503
Choso’s curiosity has been getting the best of him lately. He remains mindful in his duties but he can’t help but research in his spare time, knowing that the unknown is slowly eroding away at him.
Yesterday, he had some updates about Itadori’s control over Sukuna, which he muddles in an attempt to pull Getou’s attention from him, so he made his way to Getou’s room to deliver the report. He heard crashing sounds and grunts but knew better than to simply open the door. As he leaned into it though, he began to hear the muffled cries of a woman, some sounding comparable to Elska’s but the rest resembling horror. To his dismay, he became intrigued and decided that he should take a peek using his observer’s technique.
Choso quickly strolled his way back to his office and shuts the door behind him. He places his phone on his desk and sits down in the swiveling leather chair. He removes the tie from his hair in an attempt to relax. He hesitates for a moment, feeling a little dirty about his intentions for doing this but he really needs to know more. While still sitting, he turns his back to the door and draws an oval shaped design into the air. He closes his eyes and focuses on mapping the trail to Getou’s room, a much simpler task than transporting people. When he finishes, his eyes open and before him is now a real time vision of what was happening in there.
He sees Getou mounting a curvy black-haired woman who’s bound up in chains but face down on her knees. Choso is confused because although it looks sort of like what Naoya was doing to Elska, Getou seems to be hurting the girl in front of him. She’s not crying but her expression definitely reads distress in contrast to his that has an engrained smile accompanied by laughter. He can’t see much from this approach but catches sight of Getou’s length as he begins to harshly administer repetitive full thrusts, ramming the woman into the floor. Her entire body jolts with each round which seems to excite Getou further as he taunts her “I knew you were a slut.” Choso was trying to take away as much as he could from this display but couldn’t help but feel Getou was doing it wrong…Naoya’s approach seemed a lot less, well selfish. He hears the woman grunt into a whine, “I didn’t say you could cum yet bitch.” Getou began striking the woman with her own chains and he decided that was enough…he didn’t care to see anymore. He remembers the shiver that crossed his body as he released the technique, forming even more contempt for the man he worked for.
Today though he thought, ‘Maybe I should try her…’. It’s been a long one but he found himself with extra time since he didn’t need to be on medical standby, everyone was at the base. He sits down in his chair like before but less relaxed for he doesn’t know what he’s going to see… ‘hopefully nothing like yesterday’. He again traces the oval in the air before his eyes shut until he can once again navigate the distance and map the path. Once he’s completed this he opens his eyes quickly to the sounds leading from the window like projection.
He sees Elska riding Gojo, although he wouldn’t know to use such vocabulary. His mouth drops at the full view, being thankful for whatever it was in that room that created the shadow he could infiltrate. It’s as if he’s sitting across from the couch, only mere feet away. Now he can see exactly how it’s done.
His eyes are completely honed into how Gojo and her are connected, where and how she’s making him to move in and out of her. Their moans hitch his breath. He finds himself with that strange feeling, that overwhelming tingling that makes him grab himself through the cloth of his pants again. He notices that his own meaty extension is becoming firmer, throbbing in response to the naughty sights playing out before him. When she gets up, he frowns and sighs thinking that he must have caught the end of it but she soon sits back down on him, leaving Choso to see now her face and breasts.
She’s definitely having a better time than Getou’s woman. Her expression is soft with furrowed brows and an open mouth. He finds it interesting that she seems so overwhelmed but is controlling the situation and doesn’t slow down. A high-pitched “Ahh!” leaves her as he watches Gojo’s smile widen. He’s doing something with one of his hands but Choso isn’t at the right angle to view it. Whatever it was, she seems to really like it.
He leans back in his chair, hand on his crotch as he continues to watch them go at it. He puts some pressure into his palm and brushes down towards his knees, causing himself to vocally shudder. ‘This is strangely wonderful’. He’s watching the climaxes unfurl between the two, their cries making him grip himself now and he sees Gojo hold her down in place above him, pushing into her. He’s seen so much in his lifetime and wonders how he never discovered this before. ‘I wonder if my brothers knew?’ The show before him has come to end but he doesn’t release the technique so he can take in their bareness as he gathered that helped him feel good too. He’s reaching into his pants now, fondling himself in different ways, experimenting with what feels best. His hands are pretty big but now his grip has widened more than usual as he holds himself snuggly. He’s not even aware of his own moans as he mirrors the same motions along his shaft that would be experienced if he were with one of those girls. His body tenses up, causing the rest of him to become erect as well while he quickens his moving hold. There’s a small amount of liquid oozing out of the head. He runs his fingers along the tip, giving it a fluent ribbed like texture and his toes curl for a second. “Uhh..ah”. ‘Feels really fucking good.’
He’s back to focusing on their interactions while stroking himself. Gojo is dressing her as she seems to be losing her usual collected state. He doesn’t find her as exciting in this situation covered but the little dress is still pretty revealing, appetizing in a way. He bits his bottom lip. He’s about to remove himself from his pants as they seem to have shrunk around his thighs and hips but then the door to his office swings open.
“Cho-so I need you to sign off on the-…” Naoya’s voice is lost as his eyes meet Choso’s technique. His earlier good mood is decimated as he’s watching a naked Gojo embracing a barely dressed Elska. He’s immediately enraged at the fact that they’re holding each other and the implications of how their dress…or lack thereof… insinuates a situation of abhorrence for Naoya. “What does that blue-haired dick think he is doing?” He then sees Choso’s flushed face paired with open pants and still clothed erection.
“What the FUCK is going on in here!?” Naoya’s deep voice booms through the room, hollowing Choso as he jumps to stand up. He braces himself as Naoya beelines for him, or so he thought. Naoya completely passes him though, in an attempt to jump through what he thinks is a portal, completely heated at the sight of Gojo swaying his woman in his arms.
“Naoya NO! YOU CAN’T!” Choso grabs onto Naoya’s shoulder and uses his cursed energy to rip the large man away as fast as he could. Naoya flies backwards to the other side of the room but Choso knows it’s too late when he sees the ripple effect cascade outwards from where he assumes Naoya’s hand penetrated its surface. He can see Gojo looking around the room in a completely defensive state, hoping that he’s still left ignorant as to what just happened. He releases the window quickly after that.
“That technique is only untraceable as long as what is observed remains undisturbed!” Choso catches himself actually raising his voice for the second time ever, which seems to throw Naoya by surprise too. “You could’ve ruined everything!” He’s trying to calm himself, “We lose a major advantage if they find out I can do this Naoya…”
“I thought I made myself pretty clear you little perv, you’re not to touch yourself to her…what the fuck!?” Naoya is standing himself up, brushing the dirt from his arms and cracking his neck. He’s irritated by this ‘HIM TOO NOW?’ He doesn’t understand that Choso is simply inquisitive about the act and isn’t actually wanting to try and take Elska, he’s just paranoid after it seems everyone else does.
“You actually said for me to not touch myself to the thoughts of you and her.” Choso corrects Naoya in a matter-of-fact manner, still collecting himself from the infusion of his groin and the seriousness of what almost happened. “Why didn’t you just call or even knock?”
“Choso…she is spoken for...BY ME!” His eyes trail down to Choso’s pants. “Do you understand why this is wrong? If I see this again, I’ll tug it so hard it falls off…and I DID!” He points to Choso’s phone that’s lit up and displaying 4 missed calls. Naoya’s voice is still raised as he has yet to calm down himself. He felt like if he didn’t get to her right in that minute, or at least soon, he’d lose her forever. It was clear to him, her affections for Gojo and that made him insecure about his own for her. He never planned on caring for whoever his wife would end up being, marriage has always been about beneficial arrangements within the clans. He didn’t even care much for the idea when she was mentioned to him initially, years ago, ‘Just so long as she can produce strong heirs.’ Now however, he found the time and distance between them to be torturous, he knows she feels something for him too but isn’t able to sum up the totality of exactly how much that is. He knows he’s lucky to have such emotions for his intended and now feels the need to share them.
The room remains soundless for a minute until Naoya sighs and looks to Choso. “Look, I’ll keep this our little secret if you do that for me so I can see her tomorrow...” He’s still pretty pissed off about everything he just saw…literally everything…but when he looks to Choso who is undoubtedly embarrassed, he can’t help but feel bad for the guy. ‘He’s new to that stuff.’ Naoya thinks of how she looked in that tiny little slip and shudders pleasurably before turning his attention back to his pitiful friend. Choso probably would have remained uncorrupted had Naoya only done his job that day when he caught them. He realizes this. “Just don’t do that to her ever again. You need to find someone else to peep on, Tom.”
Choso doesn’t understand the reference but nods his head in agreeance while looking down to the right…still too embarrassed to meet eyes with Naoya while on that subject.
Naoya sighs again and walks closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Look, it’s alright, all men have been through something similar at one point or another.” He tries to add encouragement to his voice because other than this, he’s grown really fond of him as they’ve grown closer. “It’s almost like a rite of passage.” He trudges up a smile, “You’re just a really, really late bloomer buddy.” He pats Choso’s shoulder and then turns to leave the room. He seems in a hurry all of the sudden. “I fucking mean it though, leave her OUT of it. I’ll know too if you don’t!” He smiles and pulls the door shut behind him, never even addressing properly which papers he needed signed. A faint, “I’ll be back in the morning” is heard as his footsteps fade.
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Toji was confidently strolling the halls with a large paper bag in hand. ‘He won’t be able to resist this special edition.’ He woke up on the floor of his demolished apartment without wings luckily. He’s still over joyed about his new form, loving the power surging through him although he hasn’t summoned any cursed energy since the scuffle between him and Gojo. “Tch…Gojo…” he grumbles, “I am surely the better option now, she just needs the truth.”
He arrives to Nanami’s office but finds that it’s empty. ‘Maybe I should have called. He better not be on a mission.’ He stands in front of the doorway speculating where the shaman could have been at this time of day. He walks further down into the hall aimlessly, really looking for anyone who would know of his whereabouts, Megumi even if he was lucky, until he begins to hear voices. He nears them, recognizing them as the distance disappears. “God damnit…” He says as he leans into the doorway to find Nanami, Gojo and Elska sitting around a conference table.
He first looks to Elska who looks in much better condition than the night before. As he scans over her white tanktop and skin, he’s thankful initially to see that he didn’t leave her with any bruises but then gathers that meant she’s likely fed since. Gojo stands up immediately upon seeing Toji, slightly confused as to why he wasn’t able to sense him like before.
Nanami sighs, “I swear if you two break anything, I’ll make sure it’s deducted from your pay Satoru…”
Toji immediately punches a hole through the door, “HAA you heard him!”.
“TOJI what the hell?” Nanami is standing now too, his hands having slammed down on the table.
“Toji stop it!” Elska is still sitting but her expression is stern.
Toji throws his head up, “I’m sorry Nanami…I couldn’t help myself.” He sighs, “I won’t do it again…”
Elska looks satisfied by this but the other two men were shocked by how easily he listened to her. Toji shuffles to the side of the table closest to him and hands the bag to Nanami. “This is for helping me with my room.” Ending with a mischievous wink.
“The fucks he talking about Nanami?” Gojo turned his entire head in a dramatic way to narrowly eye his blonde friend. He’s can’t believe Toji would have the balls to show his face again so soon after what happened. ‘And now there’s talk of a room?’ He turns to Elska now on his left, checking to see if she’s uncomfortable by his showing up but she isn’t. Her posture has actually straightened and her eyes have yet to leave him since he entered, which he doesn’t like.
“I never said yes, Toji just doesn’t liste-…”
“Fuck that, I’m moving in y’all. My place is toast now and I have no other choice.” Toji throws his hands up in comical defeat as he prepares to lay the gravy on them. “My son is here and so is my ma-…Elska…who is still in danger by the way.” He looks to Gojo now, both of their eyes narrow simultaneously as the scowls also form. Satoru rolls his shoulders back and intensifies his presence.
“What happened at your place, Toji?” Elska’s voice in brimming with concern as she now finally stands, joining the others in the room. She lands her right hand on Satoru’s arm to display that she’s still very aware of his hesitation but is also asking him to hold off for a moment.
“Doll, I’m so glad you asked…” A wide grin takes over Toji’s expression as his excitement builds. He wanted to show her rather than tell her but this is still going to be good. “It turns out that you gave me wingsSHAHHHHH” The cry that leaves him is thunderous and wild.
Toji hunches over and grabs at his shoulders, “Aww FUCK not right now!” He’s struggling to the floor as he finally catches himself before falling over, being on his hands and knees now. Elska tries to run over to him but Satoru grabs her arm and pulls her back forcefully, not knowing what to expect. Toji’s muscles are dancing along his back as his skin begins to stretch from large bone protrusions. “Why does it hurt so bad!?” After what seems like forever, they finally rip through and the massive deep grey wings take shape around him. His tattered shirt falls forward, holding on by the waist. His wings were much thicker than Elska’s and used more body area where they conjoined from the spine outward. No one says anything at first, they just stand there as the gusts wave through them.
“They’re…beautiful.” Elska gasps and reaches out for one of the stray feathers that was blown across the table as he’s tearing off the rest of his shirt. “They’re so big! Wow Toji!” She can’t help but feel excited at his time, finally seeing what others saw when they looked at her. His stature was large as it is but with the added mass of feathers, he almost seemed imperial…like some kind of winged royalty. Their eyes meet for a moment but the gaze between them seemed timeless. Her eyes begin to glow, fangs slowly forming. She mindlessly tries to walk towards him a second time, with him never leaving her sight. Satoru snatches at her again and yanks her backward which throws her back into reality.
“Have you forgotten what he’s done to us? To YOU?” Satoru’s words are harsh, stinging as she recollects exactly what he’s referring to. ‘Why am I like this… He’s right.’ “I’m sorry.” Is all she manages in response.
“No. I don’t think so Gojo…you’ve got this all twisted.” Toji’s voice is lowered, he seems like he may even growl. He steps a little closer, wings twitching randomly as he does. “Elska… he kidnapped you from your world, held you prisoner, abused you…” He sees Nanami’s eyes widen as he tears off the cap of the bottle and just chugs from it. “And then he had your memories erased.”
Satoru hasn’t moved but his grip on her arm has become unbearable as she tries to pull it away from him. He releases her instantly not being conscious of his actions. “My love…please, don’t listen to him…” His eyes remain on Toji, evolving into a menacing state. Satoru is actually the one to growl, “It’s not that simple.”
“Great! Now that’s out in the open…” Nanami is only now putting down the bottle, already showing signs of intoxication. Everyone turns to him to address the random interruption as he pulls the bottle out of the paper bag and slides it to Elska. “I can’t fucking believe you two right now…she deserves the next go.”
Elska receives the bottle, catching it with both hands along its path. The atmosphere is so incredibly tense and weird as she tries to take in Toji’s words. “That would explain a lot actually…” Hands shaking, she swigs the bottle herself, coughing slightly afterwards to her first try of Jameson. It probably looks as if she didn’t enjoy the taste but she repeats the same action twice more, drinking more in each time. She’s sure that information was shocking but can’t bring herself to negatively emotionally react. ‘It’s almost not surprising though and that would explain that flavor.’ “Jesus you guys…what the FUCK?” She rarely swears but felt this was as good a time as any…still kind of dazed as she pieces things together from her own perspective.
Satoru is still frozen solid as he fails to understand her reaction once again. He’s finding that even after all of this time, she’s still so unpredictable. ‘How did she just take that kind of information in stride?’ She doesn’t seem to discredit it, in fact she seems to be coming to terms with it. ‘Is this it, is she going to leave me?’ He’s staring off in space, retreating into his mind, when he feels her nudge him with the bottle. He looks down to her as she looks straight ahead, unwilling to meet his eyes at the time. He slowly takes the bottle in disbelief and quickly guzzles some like his life depends on it. ‘Is she just having a delayed reaction? This is fucking creepy.’
Toji is waiting for shit to hit the fan too. As he listens to Gojo chasing a buzz, his eyes meet Elska’s and he’s not sure what she’s feeling, she’s not giving anything away. He was expecting her to completely freak out and maybe even attack Gojo herself, hoping so anyways. She looks up to him again for a moment and he can sense her gears turning. “Are you alright, doll?”
Gojo slams down the bottle, surprisingly not shattering it. “Stop with the fucking pet names before I rip your fucking mouth off.”
“I will be once Sati hands you the bottle.” She giggles a little as the sudden introduction of alcohol begins to affect her as well. “Sati, don’t be such a dick…I mean, seriously…like you’ve room to talk right now.”
He thinks to be offended for a second but can’t help but still remain on edge by her demeanor. She hardly speaks to him that way and he’s completely unsettled by her composure. ‘She’s still calling me Sati…’ He shrinks down as the pressure seems too great, he’s wondering if he would’ve preferred her to lose her shit. She finally looks back at him and she even smiles. ‘Why?’
“Elska…” his voice is so unsure of itself as her name leaves his lips.
“Pass Toji the bottle.” She sees Satoru’s reluctance as he’s picking up on the symbology of the situation. “You’ve both said your piece now stop being a child and just do it.” She looks to Toji now who is extending out a hand, smugly ready to accept the forced gesture. “Toji, don’t make this any more difficult than it already is…” To this he huffs and removes the arrogance from his expression.
Nanami stands up, laughing, “Grown men…” and shakes his head as he announces he’ll be right back. Everyone watches him leave until Satoru finally slides the bottle across from him, towards Toji. “Take it, cunt.”
“SATI.”
Toji and Gojo’s eyes are locked, even while Toji drinks. After the first sip he lets out, “HAHH…yea, this definitely was needed today.” Before tilting it upwards for more. His wings flutter as he takes in the beverage, causing Elska and Gojo’s attention to remain on him.
“I need that again before I say my bit…” Elska now waves to the bottle in Toji’s hand which he leans over slowly to hand it to her, unnerved by what exactly it’ll consist of.
She guzzles some this time and Satoru twitches in response, probably wanting her to slow down considering she was such a lightweight. When she sets it down, it’s with purpose. “Listen you two…” She sighs deeply, “I am not oblivious, I was simply missing pieces of the puzzle. Sati, my dream last night…I believe it was a memory of the first time I gave myself to you.” She notices Toji shift his stance, being out of the loop. “You’ve always had this taste about you, I’ve sensed that side of you this entire time. The nightmares, I’m accepting now that they may potentially all be memories…which means I know far more than you think I do.” Both men remain silent, unsure of where this is heading. Satoru’s face looks like he’s in pain, genuine agony as she progresses, turning towards him, “You’ve done some really horrible things my dear, to me and others as well… I can’t argue that.” She places her left hand into his cheek as he buries his face into it reflexively. “And as sick as it is, I almost understand. If I remember correctly then I think I’ve said this before although it’s even more so true now.” His eyes anxiously meet hers, “You were raised to believe that love was not in your nature but Sati, you are no monster.” He inhales sharply to this, almost as if he’d been holding his breath the entire day. His eyes close as his face reddens from emotion, “You didn’t know how to express your feelings properly then but you do now.” He brings his hands up to her one on his face and gently holds it as a single tear rolls down his other cheek. “If you never took me, I wouldn’t be here with everyone from this world today…I’m happy here.”
He responds in a whisper that leaves a timid smile as he recalls that wonderful night, and soaks up her current words, “This must be love.” To which she half laughs, half cries as her own tears are beginning to form as well. “Elska…” He decides to finally embrace her, “My Elska…”
Nanami enters the room again, “I knew I had another one somewhere! With the content being spewed, I just knew that one wouldn’t be enough.” He sets the second bottle down and opens it, uncaring that the first is unfinished. “I care about all of you, yes even you Toji…but this is the most dysfunctional shit I’ve ever heard of in my life.” He laughs wearily as he swigs from the new bottle.
Toji turns the chair in front of him around leaving the support in front of him as he sits at the table, feeling defeated. ‘How in the fuck did that just go down like that. All of that work, lying, sneaking around, scheming…and for what? She still loves him anyway?!’ He reaches for the first bottle and gulps a decent amount down. “What the fuck man…”
She turns to Toji now, placing her hand on top of the one teetering the bottle on the table. “You Toji, you’re not innocent either…you need to stop trying to manipulate us.” He scoffs to this, removing his hand and the bottle from under hers to drink again. “Toji…” The hurt is evident in her tone.
“Look doll, since I’m taking this harder than you are let me just have a minute.” He softens his voice to her, “This isn’t what I expected to be honest.” He watches her drink from the second bottle that Nanami handed to her. A smile forming on her face as she wipes away the liquid that spilled from her lips. She’s wearing black sweatpants too but the snug little white tank top, now has little dribbled murky spots from the spillage. He’s feels it minutely but his wings flutter again while he observes her.
“Toji, you’re still very special to me and you should understand that thoroughly.” She sees him darting eyes over to Satoru after she spoke to which a grin formed indicating that Satoru probably didn’t like that. “We are bonded now; our relationship is also very unique.” She now sits down, feeling tipsy and warm. “I can’t believe it’s finally out there.” Her relief is clear as she leans back and stretches. “It really all makes so much more sense now.” Her composed demeanor instantaneously relaxes everyone in the room, it becoming evident that her ability to be understanding and empathetic had been greatly underestimated.
Nanami leans over where he sits, “Shame on these men, Elska. Imagine if you had a quiet guy like myself.” He laughs to his own words as he waits for the rebuttal.
“Not uhh Nanamin you’re a scoundrel too! I caught you staring at her ‘little lady’ last night.” Satoru laughs loudly as he knows he’s just struck a nerve. “You’re face right now!” He’s lost in snickers as his tension fades.
Toji and Elska stiffen to these words. Toji angrily snaps his head to Nanami not understanding why that would even transpire, “WHAT?” He stands and his wings begin to flail.
“Toji you have to calm down! I’m sure it’s a joke!” She glares at Satoru for stirring things up again, “Why would you say that?” She shoves his shoulder and hoping that small bit odd normalcy they were experiencing wasn’t just ruined.
“I’m kidding, we all know our Nanamin wouldn’t do such a thing!” He turns to his now statuesque friend with an evil grin, hinting that he’ll blow the shit out of proportion if he needs to, he has the power to throw him under the bus. Nanami loosens his tie while he awkwardly chuckles and finally begins relaxing again, fully comprehending what Satoru’s eyes were saying.
“Alright boys…I’m in desperate need of a shower” She stumbles a bit once standing and remembers that she’s still technically wearing both men, “Ok maybe a bath then.” All four chuckle as she straightens herself and makes her way to the door. I’ll come back when I’m done if you’re still gathered here.” And she waves as the room falls quiet to her absence.
Satoru and Toji both take a swig at the same time which causes Nanami to laugh. “You know, you two aren’t so different from each other if you really think about it.” This statement wasn’t met well though and they refused to look at each other.
“Difference is, this fuck always wins.” Toji rolls his eyes as he sits again, placing an elbow down on the table to rest his head in hand. He’s facing Nanami, allowing his hand to block his view of Gojo.
“I really do I guess… I still don’t feel like it though.” He sighs as the outcome is still blowing his mind. His little Elska is really something else. He’s twirling the ends of his hair as he thinks about how much time he spent in fear of this exact predicament. He was so sure she would be mortified…and rightfully so. “You still get to feed from her though so it can’t be called a true victory…fucker.”
“Are you seriously telling me that even after all of this, you two are STILL making it about yourselves?” Nanami completely removes his glasses now as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Neither of you really gave her a choice to begin with so why is it so important that she chooses now? What, like you value that or something suddenly?” His tone is still friendly but he’s getting agitated at how they could fail to get along or even understand.
“What are we supposed to do, fucking share her?” Toji spits instantly, empty chuckles leaving his mouth as his nerves are being worked again.
Gojo shifts his weight in his chair and crosses his legs.
Nanami brings his hands together in an intense moment of deliberation. “I mean, yea…maybe.”
Toji postures himself upright immediately, “She’s not a fucking toy.” He looks to Gojo out of curiosity as the man chugs some more from the second bottle, surprised to not hear more protests from him as well. He looks like he’s thinking now too.
“If it weren’t for Naoya then I wouldn’t even be considering this.” Gojo is smiling wide, feeling a little drunk now. “I wonder how he’s doing...”
“What do you mean by that?” Toji is quick to want to understand the implications of that sentence. One of his eyebrows are raised as he gives Gojo his full attention.
“Well… when I was sealed, Naoya brought her to me. He was putting her…in a tough position and one thing led to another. It was a really bizarre occurrence but long story short, that was almost a threesome.” He pauses a moment as if he’s reflecting, “Had I been able to move? It would’ve definitely been a threesome.”
“He fucked Elska?” Toji’s voice is matched with the same surprise as his expression. Naoya has been officially underestimated as well.
“Right in front of me.” He takes another drink as he greedily relishes in the memory. His mannerisms were so casual that it didn’t seem to sit right with the others listening. “She was partially in my lap for the majority of it, I just couldn’t move.”
“What? Satoru, are you serious? And he’s still alive?!” Nanami is flabbergasted by the calmness as the words left his possessive friend’s mouth. ‘I did not need to know all of this.’
“Well…” He laughs to himself as he makes eye contact, shifting between the two, “Of course initially I was ready to disembowel the fucker but as it progressed, I just realized that I was into it!” He shrugs his shoulders as he relives the situation some more, a deep sigh existing his lips.
“I’m going to kill that little shit…” Toji drinks again, “He wants to make her a fucking Zenin, Gojo, surely you know this. What do you think the boy is cute or something?”
“Of course I’m aware but I’m not going to let that happen. Also, I’m not attracted to Naoya…I just like how he makes her feel.” He shivers now to his own words. “Woah, that sounded weird to actually say.”
Nanami is genuinely curious about all of this now. He removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves to reduce his alcohol sweats. He never would’ve imagined Satoru being open to this considering he’s one of the few people that was familiar with the devil inside of him and how Elska existence made him behave. He would always keep an eye on her from afar just in case Gojo ever relapsed into old, terrible habits. He never has but upon seeing how incoherent and roughed up she was last night, he did fear for a second there. “Could you see the same possibilities with Toji?”
Gojo looks over Toji fully, from wing to toe. He’s acting like he’s sizing him up for the first time all over again. He wants to say no but in his current state of mind he can’t help but admit that he’s a little interested. He could argue that it wouldn’t be right due to Toji’s feelings for her, understanding that it could be threatening…but he knows Naoya falls under this exact category as well. “It wouldn’t work, Toji would have to cut off his own dick.”
“What?” Toji and Nanami question at the same time. They look baffled at what may be assumed as an outlandish ultimatum.
“Don’t you remember Toji, that day… the day you fucking tricked me into a misery? You said you would rather chop off your own dick than ever lay eyes on my mine.” He now hoots at how seriously they took him a few seconds ago as he was really just being a shit. He’s surprised when Toji actually cackles to his joke, unable to fight off that stupid infectious laugh. Nanami’s humor doesn’t seem to mesh well with mention of a dick lost however.
“Would you be able to stay in your fucking lane if I said yes?” Gojo is all seriousness now as he questions Toji, implying that he is really thinking about it.
“I don’t know exactly how I would do that but are you really considering this? What if she doesn’t even want to?” Toji’s failing to hide his excitement. Sure, he didn’t want to share if he could help it but he also recalls a time where he wasn’t so against the idea. “Holy shit, I have an experience like that with Zenin too now that you mention it.” Gojo and Nanami are both all ears, Gojo’s face being a little more serious as this will be news to him. “Well…uhh…it was after I fed her for the first time…” His voice trailed off wondering if he should’ve kept his mouth shut but Gojo doesn’t look like he’s going to swing, yet. “We didn’t know Naoya was there but it turns out he came for his men, who Elska fantastically handled. There was blood everywhere and the sheer amount of gore…so fucking impressive.” He realizes he’s getting off track as Nanami ducks his head back in confusion. “She released her pheromones and the little shit lunged out of nowhere not having been affected before.” To this the three of them laugh as they can all recall their first time exposed to the scent. Their bellows chimed in unison as the cordial air surrounds them. “He’d never met her before and couldn’t understand why he wanted her to keep biting him. He squirmed so bad at first. She stole a chunk of his nuts that day I swear.” He laughing but then lets out a sigh, “But I didn’t want to hurt her and I wasn’t in the right mind to fight him…so I watched until I knew I was losing control…then I left. He wasn’t going get too far, she was taking advantage of his not knowing and got away shortly afterwards.”
Gojo seems amazed by that last part. ‘I didn’t want to hurt her…I left.’ He turns to Toji sincerely, “You really fought the urges?” Feeling slightly less of man when he considers how he never could…there was no way he could resist her like that. ‘So Naoya was lying about their encounter...’ he was beginning to believe it after he saw how Elska was affected by him, being grateful for some clarity.
“I’m a big guy Gojo, I really didn’t want to hurt her.” Gojo perks up slightly to this inference. Toji thinks he even liked the sound of it. “If I’d gotten ahold of her again, I’m not saying that would’ve gone well though.”
Nanami is just watching everything unfold as he continues to drink. ‘To think after all of this time it finally comes out and it’s so anticlimactic. They’re holding a conversation now…and the subject matter at that…wow.’ “So Satoru, what do you say? Are you willing to give it a shot?”
“You’re not touching her with your wings out so you’ll need to figure that out first.” He’s been nothing but astonished today, “If she can accept me the way that I am, I feel I have to try to accept you I guess…” He folds his arms in a playful pout while looking to Toji out of the corners of his eyes. “No promises that this is a happy ending though.” He tries to hold his face but the alcohol mixed with his immaturity pulls out laughter instead.
“We’re really getting through the issues today. I never would have thought it’d be this easy.” Nanami holds up his bottle as to toast before passing it to Toji.
“I’m…I’m not even sure what to say but I know what to do!” Toji holds up the bottle to repeat Nanami’s action and smiles to him. He feels the blunt clinking of thick glass as Gojo has raised the bottle in his hand to meet Toji’s. He’s so surprised that he isn’t even able to hide it from his face.
“This should be interesting.” A wicked sneer takes over Gojo’s expression as the three men have finally come to an agreement.
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