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the-peak-of-despair · 4 years

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Mastermind! Chihiro Fujisaki - The Sixth Trial

This wasn’t exactly an old request, just a suggestion to write whatever I felt like. And I love mastermind AUs so fucking much, please, flood my inbox asking about them, I just wanna talk about our lord and savior mastermind chihiro - Mod Akane

“And that would mean..” Makoto begins, the realization striking him as he turns to Chihiro, staring fearfully back at him. “Y-You’re the mastermind, Chihiro!”

There’s doubt in his voice. He doesn’t want to believe it. His friend, who’d opened up to him, who shares his deepest secrets, in his most vulnerable state… he’d orchestrated all of this? From the outside, he looked like he would burst into tears if he killed a bee. Suppose that’s the trick behind it…

“C-Chihiro..? I-It was you..?” Asahina stutters, looking at him horrified.

“I-I-” Chihiro begins to stutter. He looks like he’s on the verge of bursting into tears. No one in the courtroom believes this claim, how could they? But the evidence was stacked against him..

It’s before anyone can argue that Chihiro snaps into an entirely new persona, and the tears are gone. “Yep! That’s me! I’m the mastermind!”

Everyone takes a step back. Chihiro’s face contorted in a way no one had ever imagined. In an instant, his entire personality changed. His tears evaporated into thin air and despair seemed to wash over his face, seeping down to his very core as his eyes lost all sign of true emotion.

“Gosh, you’re so smart, Makoto!” Chihiro says, clapping his hands like a child. “I can’t believe you found me out!”

“No. There’s simply no way this is possible.” Byakuya interrupts, crossing his arms. “Chihiro, stop playing games. There’s no way you are the mastermind.”

“Oh no, I really am!” Chihiro smiles. With a snap of his fingers, Monokuma shut down, almost like he was playing dead where he stood on the ground. Chihiro left his podium and approached the robot, standing next to it and humming while he examined it.

..And then, in a sudden instant, he slammed his foot into the robot, kicking it as hard as he could. Monokuma flew into a distant wall, shattering into a million black and white pieces as Chihiro didn’t even blink. Everyone in the courtroom drew back, even Byakuya and Kirigri, unable to hide their shock.

“H-Holy shit!” Yashuiro screams in fear as Chihiro turns back towards the circle of survivors. The room begins to fill with smoke, making most people cough and wave it away from their faces. In a second, it clears, revealing Chihiro in a new outfit, with a Monokuma-esq color palette to boot.

“Da-dun-dun! That’s right, the mastermind all along was Chihiro Fujisaki!” He smiles wildly, throwing his arms out in a grand gesture. Standing between Asahina and Yashuiro at his new podium, he seems so small, but he’s so.. Terrifying. The sudden switch in personalities shook everyone to the very core.

“This doesn’t make sense..” Kirigiri mutters. “How could you control Monokuma and almost never leave our sight?”

Chihiro backs up until he’s sat on top of the ‘throne’ Monokuma used to always sit on top of. He crosses his legs and leans back, getting comfortable in his seat above everyone else. “Pfffffffft! He’s an AI, come on Kirigiri, aren’t you smarter than this?” Chihiro mocks Kirigiri. “I’ve been living under your noses as the Ultimate Programmer, Monokuma wasn’t even my best work!”

“That doesn’t make sense. His movements and conversations with us.. They’re nothing like any AI I’ve ever seen.” Byakuya argues.

“Clean your glasses, Byakuya! Didn’t you see Alter Ego?” Chihiro poses the question as he sits up and leans over the arm of his chair towards Byakuya. “They’re all easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy!~ I’ve got an iron grip on the technology production from here to Towa City!”

“Speaking of Alter Ego..” Kirgiri interrupts, halting Byakuya’s personal slander. “What was the point of presenting him to us?”

Chihiro lets out a giggle. “Yeaah, Alter Ego was a bit of a mistake on my part! You weren’t supposed to find it. But since you did I thought it wouldn’t hurt to spin you in the wrong direction a bit!”

“And his execution?”

“Oh, that was Monokuma’s decision! Spur of the moment thing. I didn’t really mind, it was collateral damage!” Chihiro shrugs. “Collateral damage.. Kinda like Mondo and Kiyotaka!” He smiles, and as he watches everyone in the room come to a full stop before looking at Chihiro with disgust.

“C-Collateral d-damage..?” Makoto stutters. “T-Those were our friends, Chihiro! What the.. What the hell!? They were your friends!”

“Huh, were they?” Chihiro asks sarcastically, tapping a finger to his chin. “Huh. If they were, I just used them!”

“Y-You what…?” Asahina stutters.

“I used them! I mean, Mondo and Taka were like a package deal! I needed Mondo to make me stronger, and Taka only played by my rules! Let me tell you, it was s-”

“S-Shut up!” Makoto interrupts Chihiro, who perks up, interested in his sudden boldness. “W-We still need to talk about what happened in the last trial!”

“Oooh, you mean where I killed Sakura and framed Toko ‘cus I got bored? What’s there to talk about?” Chihiro asks, excited. “...Aha, did I let that slip?”

“R-Repeat that.” Asahina suddenly becomes cold, her fists balled tight at her sides.

“I’m sure you heard me, Asahina!” Chihiro smiles, standing from his throne and once again approaching the podium. “I killed Sakua and framed Toko!”

Asahina begins to breathe heavy, doing everything in her power to contain her anger as Chihiro continues to talk. “I mean, really, do you think Toko could actually kill Sakura? I don’t even think her wacky double-personality could’ve taken her down! So I worked a bit of magic, aaand..!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Asahina screams, slamming her hands on her podium. “Y-You- You bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you Chihiro?!” She screams, turning and grabbing him by the collar, dragging him close to her face, so close that his feet barely grazed the ground. “I- You fucking killed her! Y-You killed Sakura! I-I- I loved her, you...you..!”

Chihiro doesn’t even look phased as Asahina spits venom in his face. “Hey, Hina! You remember what happened to Junko? Right?” He grins sadistically as the fear begins to strike Asahina, who drops him and takes a step back.

There’s a familiar whirring noise, and out of nowhere there's a spear that shoots from the middle of the room towards Asahina, almost identical to what happened to Junko. Asahina flinches and draws back violently, forcing the spear to only grace her cheek before slamming into the wall behind her. She opens her eyes, breathing heavy with fear as she held her hand to her cheek. “O-Oh my god..”

“Gah, I missed!” Chihiro pouts. “I need to get better at shooting games.”

“G-Games?! Y-You could’ve killed me!” Asahina yells, still holding a hand to her cheek.

“That’s the fun in it!” Chihiro grins. Once upon a time, this was a wide, innocent grin. Now, it was nothing but evil. Full of despair and agony. And that’s probably exactly what Chihiro wanted.

Makoto could only wonder- what could possibly push this poor boy to the breaking point..?

If you looked close enough, the answer was laid out in plain sight.

“Well!” Chihiro claps his hands. “What is there to talk about now? Surely the trial won’t come to a close so easily!” Chihiro scans the room, taking in every facial expression of pure disgust and pain around him.

“Why..? Why did you do all this?” Makoto asks, basically gripping his podium for dear life. He couldn’t just take all of this in easily. One of his best friends, through this entire hellhole, a person he’d protected with his fucking life and would follow into battle blindly… he was the mastermind? Chihiro, a boy who no one would suspect, he was pulling the strings, he’d orchestrated every death, he’d warped Hope’s Peak into a place of despair..?

He recalls the moment in the bathhouse when he told Kirigiri: “I’d follow you into battle if I had to!”

And her response.. “Not such a wise choice, is it?”

Chihiro’s face falls. “Do you know what it’s like, Makoto..?” His tone changes, it’s low and unlike anything anyone had heard from Chihiro before. “To be bullied, every single day, pummeled into the fucking dirt?!” Despair overwhelms his entire face, but he starts to laugh.. “Every.. Goddamn day! Until the point where you.. Hahaa.. You’ve gotta change your whole identity, just to be safe!”

“Chihiro.. I-” Yasuhiro looks like he’s about to set a hand on his shoulder. Forgetting for just a moment that this was a boy who’d killed his friends, and possibly even thousands, just remembering that once upon a time they were friends.

Chihiro smacks his hand away with alarming strength, still laughing all as tears gather in his eyes. “NO!” He screams, almost like it was a reflex. “I don’t need.. Ahahaha.. I don’t need anyone’s help anymore! That despair..it only.. It only made me stronger! AhahaAHAHAHA! A-And I- I’ve basked this entire world in despair!” Chihiro hugs himself, breaking into boisterous, manic laughter.

“What do you mean, the entire world?” Byakuya asks, seemingly unphased by Chihiro’s manic breakdown. Of course, Byakuya wasn’t ever ‘friends’ with the boy… though part of him couldn’t help but reflect on the.. Choice words he’d used against him before.

Chihiro doesn’t even stop laughing. “Oh, ah..ahaha! I forgot all about that! While you were all locked up in here, the entire world has plunged into despair!” He claps his hands twice, before throwing his arms out wide, gesturing towards the monitors on every corner of the room. The monitors flicker, then turn on, showing a repeating news broadcast.

The broadcast was simple, a repetitive broadcast of a red sky overtop of war and destruction, all with the face of Monokuma plastered all over. It shakes everyone in the room to the core, except for Chihiro, who gleefully watches his handiwork as he wipes his tears away. “Isn’t it lovely!? Everything destroyed.. Right down to your very bloodlines!”

“No. I simply won’t believe this.” Byakuya starts again. “This is foolish. A highschool boy couldn’t just take down the world.”

“Ahaha, I didn’t work alone, silly Byakuya!” Chihiro grins. “Despair spreads like a plague! And that plague even took down your precious Togami family!”

“Wh-What..?” Fear seems to take over Byakuya, if only for a split second. “Th-The Togami family doesn’t just lay down and die! Who the hell backs you!?”

Chihiro laughs. “Despair, dummy! How many times do I gotta repeat myself!?” The words send Byakuya down a spiral, even without evidence.. The very thought shook him to the core.

“H-Hey!” Makoto argues. “This can’t be true! Last I remember, the world was just fine! We’ve been here a month, tops, there’s no way you could’ve done this in all that time!”

“Weren’t we already over this?” Chihiro asks. “You lost your memories! If I whack ya hard enough, you might get ‘em back! But we’ve all been cooped up, shielded from the outside world! And now you’ve spent your days trying to crawl out of this home we all built together! Isn’t that just a tad hypocritical?”

“W-Wait, you mean..?” Asahina catches what Chihiro means first- the world had crumbled, and they’d all been here for two years, and then they…

“W-What was the point of all of this!?” Makoto asks, cutting off any other thought processes about how they’d been gone for two whole years.

“Huh? Well, I kept you alive, hijacked the airwaves, and displayed you murdering each other for the world to see because I wanted to spread despair to the last dying shreds of hope in the world!” Chihiro explains casually. “I mean, I’ve laid this all out in plain sight for you.”

“W-” Byakuya begins to speak.

Chihiro interrupts. “Yeah, yeah, be quiet, we’ve had enough of you. Now!” He claps his hands together, excited. “Since this is a trial, I give you one last vote. You can vote for despair- vote to give me the punishment I deserve- or, vote for hope, and stay here for the rest of your golden days!”

“L-Let me get this straight..” Asahina starts. “If we just vote for hope, none of us die..?”

Chihiro hums. “Well, I suppose, but.. That doesn’t sound as fun! So how about this: vote for hope, and I’ll only execute one of you! The rest of you get to live out the rest of your lives with moi.” He folds his hands under his chin, in an oh-so familiar way. Was he mocking Celeste..?

“W-Who’ll get executed..?” Yasuhiro stutters.

“Hm..” Chihiro hums as he looks around the room. He starts pointing from person to person. “Eenie.. Meanie… minie… you!” He lands on Makoto, who exhibits a fearful look in return.

“Y-You’ll execute me…?” Makoto stutters, fearful. Somewhere inside him, this felt familiar.

“Well of course! You seem to be the obvious answer.” Chihiro smiles gleefully, as if he didn’t just imply that with ease he would slaughter his friend. “Why, you used to be my closest friend! You.. were the first person I trusted! What better despair than for you to die at my own hands?”

Makoto takes a deep breath as he turns to his friends, full of despair and pain. Their hands hovering over their levers, obvious that they would seem.. Almost willing to put Makoto’s life on the line. He looks back at Chihiro, with a devilish grin paired with despair-filled eyes. He starts to laugh, like a loud symphony, bouncing off the walls and into everyone’s ears in an inescapable manner. He laughs so hard he almost starts crying once more, laughing so much it hurt.

Laughing like someone who’d been torn up inside and out and loved every fucking minute of it.

#chihiro fujisaki #mastermind chihiro fujisaki #mastermind au #danganronpa #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa thh #trigger happy havoc #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #aoi asahina #yasuhiro hagakure #mod akane

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japaneseadventures · 4 years

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“National Tournament Report” Tezuka and Fuji Version Part I

From Prince of Tennis OVA: National Tournament Arc, FAN DISK White heat Remix, translated by me. Part I is Tezuka and Fuji’s audio commentary on Momoshiro vs Oshitari match. Link to the audio is in the Content Source. :)

Tezuka: Fuji. Fuji: Hey, Tezuka! Sorry for making you come here when you’re so busy. Tezuka: My apologies, I was late since I was on the phone with Atobe. Fuji: Huh? Is the meeting between the captains supposed to be held today? Tezuka: It is. Fuji: You don’t need to go? Tezuka: I got Oishi to attend in my place. Besides, it’s more of a get-together than a meeting. Oishi’s better suited for those types of things. Fuji: That’s true. If you attended, you’d probably be still distant with everyone by the end of it. Tezuka: I’m just not good at social events. Fuji: What’s more, many of the other schools have captains with strong personalities. Tezuka: As long as Atobe’s there, the meeting should get off without a cinch. There should be no problems with my absence. Fuji: I wonder about that. He seems like the most finicky one out of all of them to me. Though he might make things more entertaining that way.

Tezuka: Enough about the meeting. More importantly, what exactly did you want to talk about? Fuji: Impatient as ever, aren’t you. Tezuka: You told me there was something you wanted to talk over again. I got curious. Fuji: Hm? Any idea what it’s about? Tezuka: No, not in particular. Not in particular, but if you have any problems, I can lend an ear. Fuji: ...Problems? Let me think… Now that you put it that way, I guess it is a problem. Tezuka: What is it? Tell me. Fuji: Well, I’ll tell you some other time. Anyway, there’s something I want you to see. Tezuka: What? Fuji: I actually found this at a nook in the clubroom. Look. Tezuka: Oh… This is the Nationals match with Hyotei? The matchup between Momoshiro and Oshitari. Fuji: It was very good, wasn’t it? This match. Tezuka: It was. The end results aside, it was quite the heated match. Fuji: Yeah, seeing Momo so fired up like that made me feel a little envious. Tezuka: So what about this piqued your interest? Fuji: Seems like Inui got someone to film this video for analysis. This is the edited version, but I found more tapes taken from different angles. Tezuka: I expected no less from him. Inui has quite the inquisitive mind. Fuji: Look! I also found this along the way. Tezuka: Hm? What’s that? Fuji: Inui’s Supplementary Analysis Notebook. It has Inui’s memos on every match. Tezuka: And you just found this by chance? I can’t imagine Inui carelessly leaving such an important notebook around in the clubroom. Fuji: How mean~ I only just happened to find it, I swear. Don’t you believe me? Tezuka: 'Just happened to'………….. Sure. Fuji: Anyway, Inui jotted down something like this about this match. Tezuka: Something like what? Fuji: “To prepare for the match with Hyotei, Momoshiro trained in the mountains with Kawamura. The two of them worked in tandem to procure food, with Momoshiro keeping a lookout for the fish’s movements and pointing it out, while Kawamura catches it in a show of strength.” Fuji: “As a result, his insight has gone up, and he also mastered how to sharply snap his wrist.” Tezuka: I see… Fuji: And apparently, the fish they caught during that time were used as ingredients for Kawamura Sushi. Tezuka: Is that information really necessary? Fuji: If it were freshwater fish, it would be chum salmon, or trout, I guess. Tezuka: I See. Fuji: Taka-san caught chum salmon with his bare hands. He’s like a bear! Tezuka: Mmm... To think the calm and collected Oshitari would be trembling with excitement.... Fuji: Chum salmon sushi tastes good when you grill it a little before eating, doesn’t it. It fills your mouth with its unique flavor, and... Tezuka: He’s gotten that absorbed into the game, huh… Looking back at things truly does give us some new perspective. Fuji: Tezuka… Are you listening to me? Tezuka: Yes, I am. You were talking about chum salmon, right? Fuji: Right. Well, if you say so… Tezuka: What’s wrong, Fuji? If you’re feeling unwell, head to the infirmary. Want me to go with you? Fuji: It’s nothing really, so don’t worry about it. Tezuka: I see… Okay then. Fuji: Alright, Momo’s match is almost over. I wonder who’s match we’ll see next. Tezuka: Yeah... Fuji: Speaking of which, you’re more talkative than usual today, Tezuka. Tezuka: Am I? I think I’m talking just as much as I usually do when I’m talking to you... Fuji: Are you? ....Then I guess it’s fine.

[Next Part]

#prince of tennis #white heat remix #fuji syusuke #tezuka kunimitsu #tefu #perfect pair #tenipuri #translation #national tournament report #will i be doing the other parts #idk #some parts could probably be worded better but im lazy lol

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dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3 · 3 years

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TPWP Chapter 20 spoilers!!

Like with chapter 19, chapter 20 also has explicit sexual content, so this is a summary of those scenes. :-)

Summary below the cut:

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Chapter 20 summary

Taka and Mondo sit beside one another on Mondo’s couch, pressed tightly together like usual, but with an obvious tension between them. Mondo then begins moving his hands over Taka’s body, which visibly excites Taka, indicating he knows exactly what is about to happen.

Mondo confirms this a moment later when he whispers to Taka, asking if Taka wants to ‘relieve some tension,’ which Taka immediately agrees to, shifting to accommodate Mondo. Taka is still pretending to watch the movie, though he is focused solely on Mondo and on the feel of his hands all over him, trailing his body leisurely. They shift so Taka is leaning against Mondo’s chest, Taka not facing Mondo. Mondo asks breathily if Taka wants this, and Taka replies that yes. Yes, he really does.

The scene shifts back a bit here, Taka thinking about how wrong he’d been about Mondo never wanting to be intimate with him again, recalling an event that happened two days after their first time on Tuesday night.

Taka recalls that he’d been growing tense again, the looseness he’d gotten after their last encounter now fully gone. He had tried to handle his arousal himself but found that he was still unable to do it. He was too embarrassed to look up his issue, and he refused to think of Mondo, thinking that it would be immoral on his part, so he was a bit stuck.

Mondo noticed the mounting tension, though, but mostly ignored it. Until Tuesday night, two days after their first encounter. They had been in bed, almost sleeping (Taka facing away from Mondo like he’d been doing since that night), when Mondo’s hand had started moving from his abdomen down to his hip, hovering over his privates. And then Mondo had said, softly, that Taka has been pretty tense the last few days, before offering to ‘help.’

Taka had half been sure he was dreaming but was very much keen for it. He agreed immediately, not really caring the consequences this may bring.

(Sexual bit starts here)

With Taka’s agreement, Mondo immediately began to touch Taka through his clothes. Mondo then told Taka that if he wanted to stop, he would stop, no matter what. Taka agreed, and then Mondo slipped his hand below his underwear and begins touching him for real.

Taka enjoyed the treatment very much, but he tried to stifle his noises since he didn’t want to spook Mondo. But then Mondo told him that it was fine, that he wanted to hear Taka’s noises, which allowed Taka to let go.

The noises clearly excited Mondo as he began to go faster, both of them very much into the actions they were doing. Taka was still holding back, though, still so unsure about everything and what was going on.

But then Mondo began to bite him. Gently, but with purpose. And then he’d began speaking again, encouraging Taka to let go and scream with his release.

The words did their job and Taka did as commanded, letting go happily. The pair basked in the afterglow for a moment before Mondo removed his hand from Taka’s underwear gently. But then, for reasons Taka didn’t understand, Mondo brought his dirtied hand up to Taka’s mouth. And Taka, still for reason he didn’t understand, licked the fingers. Taka found this very gross and weird, but Mondo clearly liked it. And since Mondo liked it, Taka kept going, wanting to help Mondo reach his release too.

However, before that happened, Mondo pulled his fingers away from Taka, stopping the gentle movement of his hips against Taka’s, clearly still aroused but not doing anything about it. This confused and kind of hurt Taka, who felt a little rejected, but then Mondo kissed his shoulder and pulled him close so they could go to sleep. Very tired, Taka decided to not question this and managed to fall asleep fairly quickly. He noticed in the morning that Mondo had bags underneath his eyes and looked tired, indicating that Mondo hadn’t slept.

(Sexual bit ends around here. A little earlier, but you get the picture.)

Taka felt very confused, especially since they still didn’t talk about the progression of their relationship. Mondo had offered again to talk about it all, but Taka had refused, mainly because he didn’t want to rock the boat. He wasn’t even sure if it would ever happen again, since it was only twice, after all.

But then… they did it again. And then again. In all, over the ten days since that first time, they’d done sexual things together four times, with the current actions being their fifth. The other two times are not explicitly mentioned, but it is indicated that they followed the pattern of their second encounter, though they happened at different times of the day. Always while in Mondo’s room, of course. This leads Taka back to the current going ons, focusing back on Mondo and his present actions.

(Sexual bit restarts here)

After Taka’s acceptance (this goes back to the part before the flashback), Mondo chuckles and cups Taka more firmly in his hand. Taka impatiently moves against Mondo, prompting the biker to slip his hand underneath his underwear again. This pleases Taka greatly.

Mondo is going slower that day, like he’s more teasing Taka than anything, before he stops entirely, to Taka’s displeasure. When Taka looks behind him to look at Mondo and see what’s wrong, he sees a concentrated look. This concerns Taka for many reasons, and he shakily asks if Mondo is alright. This jolts Mondo from his reverie, and Mondo confesses that he wants to try something new with Taka, who agrees, trusting Mondo entirely.

(Sexual bit kind of ends here)

This makes Mondo smile and kiss Taka’s neck gently, before he gets off the couch saying he’ll need lubricant and that Taka should remove his trousers.

Taka does as Mondo asks, removing his jacket and dress shirt as well, thinking about how they have unspecified ‘plans’ later and he wouldn’t want to ruin his uniform and need another one that day. He also drapes a towel over the couch for obvious reasons.

Before long Mondo has returned and is behind Taka again, a favored position of his. Mondo again tells Taka to tell him if he wants to stop, to which Taka promises he will, before urging Mondo to continue. This makes Mondo laugh and reprimand him gently, saying that he should teach Taka a lesson in patience one day, claiming it can feel better if the acts are drawn out.

(Sexual bit resumes here)

With the lubricant on his fingers, Mondo then slips his hand back under Taka’s underwear. To Taka’s shock, Mondo doesn’t grab him like he had earlier, but instead keeps going back to Taka’s behind, pressing his finger against him.

Taka thinks about how it doesn’t feel bad but is just foreign to him, since he’s never done that to himself. Mondo picks up on Taka’s unease and offers another out, which Taka declines. While he’s a bit intimidated and doesn’t know how it will make him feel pleasure, he trusts Mondo and his assurance that he’ll like it. Taka is a bit overwhelmed by Mondo’s kindness and care towards him, but he swallows it down and prompts Mondo to continue.

Mondo agrees and prompts Taka to relax so it won’t hurt as much. Taka does, his legs spread. Mondo tells Taka that he’s going to press into him now, and that it may hurt at first, but it should fade soon. And if it doesn’t, or if it hurts a lot, to tell Mondo.

And then Mondo is pressing inside. Taka finds the sensation weird at first, not pleasurable, and is just thinking that when Mondo reaches his sweet spot and pleasure floods Taka. Mondo is very pleased by the reaction, but Taka can barely think, feeling very impatient and needy. Mondo teases Taka about it and almost lets slip that he wants Taka again, but he saves it by saying he wants Taka to experience what is happening and indicates that going slower is better.

Taka begrudgingly agrees and waits for Mondo to move again. It takes him a moment, but soon Mondo is, and soon after that they create a nice rhythm, Taka leaning back to bury his face in Mondo’s neck. Emboldened by his arousal, he gently kisses Mondo’s neck. He then bites when Mondo moans and exposes more of his neck. Taka finds biting Mondo to be highly erotic and does it again and again, Mondo vocally enjoying the sensation. Mondo says that Taka feels good and calls Taka perfect, asking rhetorically what he did to deserve someone as incredible as Taka.

Mondo then presses another finger inside and Taka finds that he wants more. He wants everything. And with how far gone he is, he can’t quite force himself to stop his desire.

Mondo then mutters that he loves what they’re doing and finally lets slip that he wants Taka, saying Taka has no idea how much he does.

And Taka… as far gone as he is, he can’t quite stop what he says.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, Mondo, I- I... I’m yours. I belong to you, I want no one else, I- I want... M-Mondo, I w-want...”

These words are not what Mondo wants to hear, though, and he freezes instantly against him, breathing heavily. Taka doesn’t realize something is wrong just yet and bites Mondo to spur him on, which works. Mondo continues his ministrations, but he’s slower this time, more purposeful. Taka is so far gone that he almost doesn’t register what Mondo says next. But eventually he does. And it makes his heart ache.

“... no, ya don’t. Don’t belong ta me, shit, Kiyo... ya deserve so much more, so much more than a piece a’ shit like me. Y-you... you deserve so much more. I’d just fuck everythin’ up, I always do. I’m tryin’ so hard ta not fuck this up too, I wanna make ya feel good, but I can’t... shit, man. An’ I’m not gay, I’m fuckin’ /not/, so I can’t... I can’t be what ya’d need me ta be. An’ I just... I’m sorry. I really... shit. I’m just... sorry.”

The words hurt Taka so much, more than he could ever say, but then Mondo is continuing, and Taka is unable to think about it any longer as pleasure takes over. He shoves the pain aside and just lets himself gets washed away by the sensation.

Mondo adds another finger and Taka looks down to watch, even though he knows he won’t be able to see anything thanks to his underwear. But then Mondo is grabbing him with his other hand, pushing his underwear down enough that Taka can see what is happening. And Mondo is watching too, Taka realizes. It’s that thought that pushes Taka over the edge. Mondo’s fingers stay inside Taka for a few moments more, before leaving gently. Mondo kisses Taka’s shoulder again but says nothing.

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And scene! That’s the end of the smut for this chapter. :-)

#TPWP summaries #TPWP spoilers

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ghostofviperwrites · 4 years

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Stuck Up

Requested by @littlebluespoon – see? I told you Despy was perfectly fine

Pairing: El Desperado/FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: Smut, language, reluctance, leash play, exhibitionism

6. Get your fucking hands off of me and 8. Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?

You really couldn’t stand him. The uncouth vermin. How dare he speak to you like that? Like you were trash. You felt like you needed a shower after just being in his presence. He made you feel dirty just by the way he looked at you. El Desperado. You thought his name with a sneer. In fact you didn’t know why you were even thinking about him still. He wasn’t worth your time or energy. As if you would ever date a wrestler. Nasty sweaty men who beat on each other for a living. No thank you.

Of course he hadn’t exactly suggested dating you. No the man went beyond the levels of common decency and had the audacity to invite you to suck his dick in the bathroom. You shuddered at the thought. You were a lady you did not fellate strangers in restrooms. You didn’t fellate people you knew in restrooms. How unprofessional. You were a visitor in his place of employment. The last thing he should be doing is propositioning you.

Hearing a ruckus your head turned towards the commotion, frowning as you saw him surrounding by a group of individuals who looked about as sanitary as he did. As if feeling your eyes on them he looked in your direction, saying something that caused the entire group to laugh uproariously. His mask was another source of consternation for you, blocking you from viewing his expressions and getting a read on him. What kind of man walks around wearing a mask anyways? You scoffed internally. Pointedly you raised your nose in the air and turned your gaze away from them. The sooner you got out of here the better. You checked your wrist watch for the time, wondering how much longer your boss was going to be in this meeting. You wondered why you were even here. He obviously didn’t need you since he had left you sitting in the hallway since you had arrived.

Of course the source of your consternation decided to take up residence with his group of thugs directly across the room from you. Within five minutes their crude behavior had turned your stomach. You could only sit here for so long and ignore the disgusting things they were saying about you. With a loud huff of annoyance you made sure they heard, you gathered your purse and strode purposefully from the common area. You didn’t know where you were going, but you needed to get away from that man. If your boss needed you, he could call your cell phone.

It wasn’t until you had been aimlessly wandering for almost ten minutes that you realized you were hopelessly lost. The arena didn’t look nearly this big for the outside, but you had twisted and turned so many times you didn’t know which way was which. Muttering under your breath you turned back the way you had just come hoping to find something familiar to lead you back. You weren’t paying attention as you rounded the corner and bumped into the chest of the man you held solely responsible for your current situation.

“You!” You said angrily, brushing at your shirt where it had touched him as if he made you dirty. You backed away from him, moving too quickly and tripping on your heel. If not for Desperado’s quick hands you would have landed flat on your ass.

“Get your fucking hands off of me,” You snapped pulling yourself free as if you were scalded. His rather amused eyes quickly morphed into anger at your behavior. Up until now Desperado had brushed off his encounter with you. He had plenty of other pussy to chase, he wasn’t going to waste his time with some that didn’t want him. But now you had pushed his buttons. Desperado hated people acting like they were above him, better than him and you carried that attitude in spades.

“The appropriate response when someone saves your ass is thank you,” Desperado said coldly his fingers clenching as his anger began to fester within him.

“I wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t lurking in the hallways like a creep.” You retorted. “Now get out of my way, I have places to be.” You moved to push past him only to be stopped by his arm shooting out to brace against the wall blocking your path.

“I want a thank you.” Desperado said firmly.

“You can shove your thank you where the sun don’t shine asshole.” You said. “Now move.”

Instead of moving out of your way he moved closer, arm leaving the wall as he grab hold of your bicep. You tried to dig in your heels, cursing at him as he dragged you along until he came about a door labeled with a black and white sign and shoved it open throwing you in ahead of him. This time when you stumbled he didn’t attempt to catch you, letting you fall forward onto your hands and knees. Your attempt to rise was stopped by his foot in your back pushing you flat on the ground.

“Get off you dickhead!” You growled wriggling under his boot in an attempt to get free.

“Stay down,” He warned, pressing down on your back before removing his foot and coming to kneel in front of your face. “Stuck up little bitch. Look at you know, on the ground for me.”

“I’m not on the ground for you,” You spat back pushing up on your arms only for him to knock them out from under you with a swipe of his hand.

“You don’t listen very well.” He growled and you hated to admit it, but his deep voice was affecting you in ways you didn’t like. Desperado rose to his feet and walked out of your line of vision. “Let me show you what I do to those who don’t listen.”

He was away from you, yet you made no move to rise again. You didn’t know why you stayed, but a part of you wanted to see what he was going to do. You didn’t have to wait long as you felt him above you, a foot on each side of your waist as he knelt over your prone body. Your struggling resumed when a thick black collar as attached to your neck and tightened uncomfortably and the click of a leash being attached soon followed. Desperado pulled back on the leash, arching your back uncomfortably.

“You’re going to act like a bitch, then I’m going to treat you like one.” Desperado said his hand snaking around to the front of your chest and grabbing your tit, squeezing it painfully. Only…only you didn’t hate it. The movement sent shivers of pleasure through you, in ways you never would have thought and you couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure you released. You knew he heard it too, his hand freezing and a dirty chuckle filling the locker room air. “That’s how it is huh?” He laughed. “This is how I have to treat you to get your attention?” Rising to his feet Desperado pulled you up by the leash until you were on your knees coming to stand in front of you.

“Remember what I asked you to do earlier?” Desperado asked and you nodded your head, eyes focusing on the bulge in his wrestling tights. “Go ahead.” Your hands moved before you even gave them permission to, eagerly tugging at his tights to free his cock, the leash at your neck spurring you on. Your hands stroked his thickness, running over the tip and squeezing it and twisting around him until he pulled you forward by the leash making you take him into your mouth.

“I much prefer you like this. Mouth full of dick so you can’t be a cunt.” Desperado said, winding the leash in his hand to hold you with him buried all the way in your throat. You struggled through your gagging, feeling spit dripping from your lips gasping when he finally released you and let you pull him from your mouth. As soon as you had enough air you took him right back in your mouth, running your tongue over his tip and down his length. Sucking him back into your mouth you bobbed along his length using your tongue and sucking hard as you looked up into his eyes for approval.

When the door opened behind you, you reflexively tried to pull off Desperado, getting stopped by him yanking you back onto his cock by the leash.

“So this is where you got off too,” A voice said and you closed your eyes, feeling your face burn in humiliation. At least four other voices filled the room, crudely making comments as the filtered in.

“Don’t stop, you’re not done until I tell you that you are,” Desperado said giving a tug on the leash in command to keep sucking him. You tried to ignore the men in the room, sucking Desperado into your throat and trying to pretend you weren’t getting wetter by the second at the thought of being watched while you pleasured Desperado.

“Fucking stuck up bitch doesn’t seem so snotty now.” A deep voice said making laughter erupt once again. “Guess you just had to put her in her place.”

Pulling you off him, Desperado pulled you to your feet and you glanced around the room furtively seeing both members of K.E.S., Taka and Taichi were your audience. You quickly lowered your eyes, squeezing your thighs together as Desperado yanked your skirt up over your hips, baring your panties to their view.

“Take ‘em off,” Desperado growled in your ear. Despite your embarrassment you were quick to obey, pushing your black lace panties down your legs and letting them pool at your feet. His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your slit and discovering just how wet you were. You moaned as his fingers pushed inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit as he held you against his body, your hips pushed you into his hand, seeking more friction as the heat built in your stomach. He tugged on the leash, pulling you tighter against you his body and you cried out as you spasmed around his hand, chasing your climax unit he pulled out leaving you just short of cumming and making you whine in protest.

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?” Desperado asked, his voice deep in your ear as he bit down on your lobe.

“Yes.” You said quietly, making him ask again.

“Louder, so they can hear you. Tell me.” Desperado demanded rubbing his fingers slowly over your pussy, keeping you excited but not enough to give you the orgasm you desperately sought.

“Fuck me please. While they’re watching.” You gasped out quickly finding yourself drug over to a chair where Desperado sat down telling you to mount him. You tried not to think how exposed you were as you straddled his lap, lowering yourself onto his cock with a sigh of contentment and began moving up and down him as his fingers moved to your pussy and began playing with your slit.

“Come for me. Soak my cock.” Desperado told you as you quickened your pace his fingers pinching and pulling at your clit, making you pant heavily your hips rolling as you bounced on his dick. You shuddered around him, thighs shaking as you came with a loud cry your fingernails sinking into his shoulders as his hands moved to your hips and he began thrusting up into you his movements quickening as his own orgasm approached, slamming you down on his hips as he came, filling you with his hot seed.

Desperado immediately pulled you off his lap by the leash, making you kneel between his legs.

“You still owe me a thank you for earlier. Clean me nice and good and I’ll call it even. Don’t and I’m gonna make you bend over and let all of them fuck you too.” He warned. You don’t know what came over you, later you might plead temporary insanity, but you looked over your shoulder at the men who had just watched you fuck Desperado before turning back to look him right in the eyes.

“No.” You said firmly with an impish smile, daring him to follow through on his threat.

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Post-Post Traumatic: The Second Time 9-10

Post-Post Traumatic [fanfiction] NaruSasu (in progress)

A series of “drabbles” following the events of Post Traumatic.

Previous Parts

The Second Time

9-10 under the cut

Part 10 is a kick in the face, sorry. The last three parts of The Second Time going up tomorrow.

- 9 -

“Why does shit always happen at the damn Chuunin Exams?” Naruto complained, lying with his head on my stomach, his legs dangling off the side of the bed.

“It’s a gathering of all the most powerful leaders in the world with minimum security?” I suggested. I stared up at our bedroom ceiling, rubbing down his bare arm absently.

“I should put you in charge of security,” he muttered.

“And I would tell you to not even bother with the international exam, just let the villages deal with promotions in-house.”

“But it’s really important for like… peace and good will, and all that crap.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Anyway, it’s already happened. Another fucking attack on the arena.”

“But this girl really had the rinnegan?” I asked. I’d heard it from Suigetsu, but it was still hard to believe.

“Best-kept goddamn secret in all of Lightning.”

“You’ve been swearing a lot lately.”

“Does it offend it?” he grumbled irritably.

“No, but I like my sweet Naruto.”

“Did you really just say that?” Naruto asked, jumping up so he could cover my face with kisses.

“No,” I growled.

“You did, too, I heard you.”

“Can we talk about the rinnegan?”

“You jealous that you’re not the only one with the rinnegan now?”

“Of a teenage girl who couldn’t even pass the Chuunin Exam? I think not.”

“She only didn’t pass ’cause of the attempted kidnapping.”

“Wasn’t she under age anyway?”

“Yeah, but she’s from Lightning, and they still haven’t signed the age agreement, so…” Naruto said with a long sigh.

“So this unknown Kumogakure female was born with the rinnegan and is now Shukaku’s jinchuuriki? And some cult-like group attacked the Chuunin Exam and tried to kidnap her?”

“Yeah, that about sums it up,” Naruto muttered, nudging me onto my side so he could spoon me. “And Shukaku’s just like, yeah, man it’s totally cool, I want to be trapped inside of her.”

“What was she like?” I asked, tracing the bulging blue veins popping out of Naruto’s arm. It was a hot summer night.

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean, what was she like?”

“A teenage girl? I dunno.”

“Was she powerful?”

“She will be.”

“Anything else?”

“What do you want to know, Sas’?” Naruto murmured, nuzzling behind my ear with his nose.

“Are you getting romantic?”

“Mm, a little.”

“Can we finish talking about this?”

“Yeah, if you’d get to the point.”

“Naruto. This girl. This Getsuko. Our generation has already played out. She’s the next generation. She’s the next power. This is important. And also, how the fuck does she have the rinnegan?”

“Her chakra…” Naruto started and stopped. He kissed my neck, sucking lightly.

“You’re acting like me,” I said, pushing his face away.

“Well, someone has to,” he complained, hooking his arm under my knee and lifting.

“Fuck you,” I grumbled, but then my eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his body fully to mine. “It’s just… how did I not know? About her?”

“Because A hid her,” Naruto said, anger creeping into his voice. “Can we not talk about this right now? I haven’t sorted it all out yet. And I’m working myself up to a decent half-chub.”

“I didn’t know that talking about politics and splinter groups was such a turn on for you.”

“I haven’t seen you for weeks,” Naruto murmured, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You could belittle and demean me, and I’d be turned on.”

“No, see I already knew that you were into that-”

“I’m not into that! It makes me very sad and hurts my manly feelings!”

“So I shouldn’t belittle and demean you?”

“You should say nice, loving things to me.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, turning my face back towards him.

Naruto smiled, giving me a little peck. “I’m waiting.”

“You’re… not bad,” I offered.

“Jerk,” he said, pushing my face away.

“Hey, if you can’t say anything nice either…”

“My smart, beautiful, wonderful, amazing husband,” Naruto said, kissing down my shoulder.

“Show-off…”

“It’s easy, you should try it,” he murmured, rubbing between my thighs.

I shivered, rocking back into him.

Naruto went back to kissing my neck.

We moved together slowly, lazy and relaxed.

“You’re…” I started to say, but couldn’t think of anything nice that didn’t sound cheesy or trite.

“Tell me?”

I swallowed.

He tightened his grip on my thigh, firm and reassuring.

“I… like you…” I concluded lamely.

Naruto snorted, a puff against the back of my neck. “I like you, too.”

I could feel the weight of him sliding against me. I squeezed my thighs closer together and he gasped hot in my ear. “You’re…” I tried again. “You’re… everything,” I finally concluded.

“I’ll take that as a something nice,” he said, threading his fingers with mine.

I let my eyes slide closed and just felt.

“Hey, love?”

I opened my eyes, disoriented like I was waking from a dream.

“Are you… hard?”

“Huh?” I said, looking down, but I was covered with a sheet.

“No, really, I think you are!” Naruto said, all excited like a puppy.

I thought about it, and there did seem to be something going on down there.

Naruto’s hand got there first, wrapping around me tentatively.

It wasn’t exactly rock hard, but it was more movement than I’d seen in months.

I found my face being redirected for a quick peck before Naruto was disappearing under the sheet.

“Oh… fuuuck…” I breathed, burying my fingers in his hair. I threw the sheet away from him with my other hand, watching his blond head move.

Naruto pulled away with a pop. “I’ve missed you,” he cooed, nuzzling my erection.

“Please stop,” I groaned.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, looking up at me in confusion.

“Not the blow job,” I clarified. “The other stuff.”

“I’m just getting reacquainted with an old friend.”

“Naruto…ooo… ahh…”

I didn’t even try to stop him when he kissed me with his cummy mouth afterwards.

We both passed out, exhausted from weeks of sleeping apart.

We woke up to one of the little kids jumping into bed with us. She crawled right into Naruto’s arms, and the two of them went back to sleep.

I got up and smoked a cigarette, then decided to go downstairs and make coffee.

“Sasuke!” Mari said, attaching herself to my leg. “Good morning!”

“Morning,” I said, patting her on the head.

“Can we practice taijutsu today?”

I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks!” she said, letting go of me and skipping off.

Karin came dragging down the stairs, looking tired. “Hey.”

I handed her a coffee.

“You’re a prince,” she said, taking a long drink. “So Naruto came back with two more brats?”

“Don’t ask,” I said, shaking my head.

“Where does he keep finding these kids?”

“I don’t know.”

“Try and learn their names this time?”

I stared at her.

“Okey dokey, boss,” she said, patting my cheek and walking away.

“Huh?” I muttered, unclear on what she was okaying.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Naruto said breezily, smooching me on the cheek. He had that little girl on his hip, and she leaned up to smooch my cheek, too.

I blinked at her.

“Thanks for making coffee,” Naruto added, pouring a cup for himself.

“Can I have some?” the girl asked.

“I don’t think you like coffee, but you can try mine,” Naruto said, offering the cup to her.

“I like it!” the girl protested, taking a sip. She proceeded to wrinkle her nose.

“Bitter, right?” Naruto said, dumping some sugar into the cup.

“What are you doing today?” I asked him.

“Nothing, glorious nothing,” he said, setting the girl down and turning his attention to making breakfast. “Who wants eggs?”

“Me!” came a chorus of answers.

“Jugo and Suigetsu should be back this afternoon,” I said. “I want to have a meeting about the rinnegan girl.”

“Yeah, sure, just tell me when,” Naruto said, pulling the eggs from the refrigerator.

I watched him cook, the kids all clamoring around to get the first omelet.

Naruto looked happy again, smiling and light. I wanted him to stay like that, instead of the drained zombie he’d become lately.

Suigetsu came home first, promptly disappearing into his room. Karin was nowhere to be found either.

“Can I have Karin’s room?” Mari complained, tugging on my shirt.

“What for?” I asked.

“She’s not using it…”

“Ask her then,” I said. “Let’s go train.”

Mari followed along happily. She had no intentions of being a ninja, but she liked being able to defend herself. She was a little budding feminist, though I wasn’t really sure where she’d picked all that up from.

Two of the little kids came with us into the desert, trying to imitate Mari and I as we trained, though they were really just playing around. If they’d been a little older, I would have yelled at them. But there was something nice about little kids playing at being ninjas, giggling and having fun.

Mari was more serious. Her form wasn’t bad. When I told her so, she beamed.

I don’t know why she respected me so much. She found me at my lowest, and I never seemed to go up much from there. In fact, I’d come full circle since we’d met, off my meds and losing my mind again. Yet there she was, grinning up at me like I was the greatest person to ever live.

I kind of got why people had kids. It just hurt too much when they went away.

Jugo didn’t get back until late. We all sat together in the living room, Taka and Naruto, ready to discuss the failure that was the existence of Getsuko.

I was on my fifth cigarette of the meeting.

“No one knows who her parents were,” Jugo reported. “She was born with the byakugan, but no connection to the Hyuuga could be determined. She was found in the woods, alone. It was right after the Fourth Shinobi World War, and one of the Kumo ninjas found her on the way back. She brought her to the raikage, and he sent her to be raised in the mountains.”

“Fucking A…” Naruto muttered.

I rested my free hand on his knee, squeezing gently while I continued to chain smoke.

“A teacher in the Land of Earth took her on after she passed the genin exam, and has been training her in secret. The Land of Earth is also where she encountered Shukaku and became his jinchuuriki,” Jugo continued. “It seems that the Covenant attacked her, and Shukaku saved her by entering her body. This is also when she awakened the rinnegan.”

“I need to know if she has a connection to the Uchihas,” I put in.

“I can’t answer that for you.”

“Her chakra…” Naruto started, then stopped. “I don’t like it,” he finally said.

“Why, because she’s more powerful than you?” Suigetsu asked with a snort.

“No,” Naruto said. “It just… it’s like the opposite my chakra. Not in the yin and yang kind of way that Sasuke’s is… It’s like my whole body rejects it, like the feel of it against my skin burns…”

We talked around in circles about the girl with the rinnegan. We talked about the Covenant, a group that Taka had been trailing for a while, unclear on their motives. They just seemed to be a mercenary group, using their ninja skills for cash. Had they wanted to sell the rinnegan girl to the highest bidder?

“Babe, your hands are shaking,” Naruto commented as we went up to bed.

“I’m fine,” I said, stuffing them in my pockets. “I want to smoke.”

“You just smoked like an entire pack…”

“Not cigarettes.”

Naruto was quiet as he locked the door.

I pulled out my pipe and lit it.

“I’d rather you not do that in our room,” Naruto said, sitting down next to me on the bed.

“Well I’d rather not go outside,” I said. “Stop looking at me like that. I know I’m a drug addict, let’s move on.”

“You want me to move on from you being a drug addict?”

“Yes.”

“Baby, what’s going on?” he asked, tilting my face towards him.

“Nothing,” I said, pulling away. “You’re being annoying.”

Naruto seemed at a loss. “I’m not being anything.”

“Then shut up and let me smoke in peace.”

I should have been suspicious when he actually did shut up.

The first hit of opium felt like relief. I breathed out, feeling relaxed.

Naruto was changing out of his clothes.

I watched him with a smile, taking another hit before setting the pipe aside. “C’mere.”

He turned to me, eyes red and sorrowful.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, not quite losing my smile.

“Everything,” he said, shaking his head.

“No way, it’s all good,” I said. I held my hand out to him, and he approached slowly, taking it. “We’re here. Together. That’s so good, Naruto. It’s so good.”

“I wish it was that simple.”

“It is.”

He hugged me to his stomach, still standing over me.

I melted into him.

“Sasuke? Am I a good person?”

I looked up at him, laughing. “Yeah, of course.”

“I probably shouldn’t be having this conversation with you when you’re high,” he said, shaking his head with the hint of a smile.

“You should be high with me.”

“Thanks, baby, but I’m okay,” he said, going back to being glum.

“You’re not okay,” I complained, pulling him on top of me.

“It’s not a big deal,” he said, giving me a quick kiss. He shifted, laying his cheek against my shoulder. “I just wonder if what I’m doing is right.”

“Of course it is.”

“Then why is everyone against me?”

“Who cares what they think?” I murmured, finding myself starting to drift. “Have some conviction. Fuck other people.”

“If you say so,” he said, hugging me.

“I say so.”

“Okay. Fuck other people.”

“That’s my baby.”

- 10 -

“You went behind my back,” I hissed, cold as ice.

“Someone had to!” Karin said, throwing her arms up.

“You had no right!”

“Look at yourself, you piece of shit!” Karin yelled back. “You’re smoking every day now! You’re barely getting out of bed! You’re depressed as hell, and you’re a fucking drug addict, and I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you destroy yourself!”

I threw the couch across the room.

Karin gaped at me.

“It’s none of your business,” I growled, rage rolling off of me in physical waves of chakra.

She backed away, looking terrified.

I was lost, knowing only my fury at Karin for telling Maiko. For telling Naruto.

I wasn’t that bad. So I smoked opium. It wasn’t illegal. And I got out of bed. I trained. Sometimes I ate. I did. I wasn’t falling apart. I was in control.

The desperate denial that I was in only made me angrier.

Karin had no right to do this. Now they were trying to lock me up again. It was her fault, and I was going to make her pay for it.

“Sasuke,” she whispered, still backing away. “I was just worried about you. I was trying to help…”

“I’m not going back there!” I shouted.

“Back where?” she asked, brows drawing together.

I took another step forward, menacing.

“I just wanted you to get help,” she whispered, bumping into the wall.

“I don’t need help!” I screamed, charging at her.

The natural energy enveloped me, and I felt my chakra draining away.

I woke up chained to a bed.

I started screaming.

“Sasuke,” Jugo said firmly.

“Please don’t do this, please don’t do thispleasedon’tdothis,” I whimpered, struggling against the binding.

“You tried to hurt Karin,” he said, touching my face. His hand was so big. He was angry, but he kept his touch gentle.

“I wouldn’t have hurt her, I wouldn’t have,” I whispered.

Any semblance of control was gone.

How had I ended up like this? I’d been fine. Maybe a little moodier than usual, though as Naruto kindly liked to point out, I was always moody.

But it had been getting harder and harder to leave the house.

And then Naruto had gone off to fight the Covenant and gotten himself stupidly injured. He would be fine, but he was in a hospital in Kumo. And I knew if I’d been there, it wouldn’t have happened. And that made me feel even more trapped in the house. I was a prisoner. I was always a prisoner. So I got high and escaped, but a hit wasn’t taking me very far, and even two hits wasn’t quite enough, and I was getting lost in a haze and I was trapped trapped trapped-

“This isn’t what we wanted,” Jugo said quietly. “Karin and I were going to talk to you tonight, together. Talk to you about those rehab pamphlets you found. As a family. No one was trying to check you in anywhere. Maiko suggested trying the outpatient program. We didn’t want to do this.”

“Then don’t,” I gasped out. My whole body was shaking.

“You tried to hurt Karin,” he repeated, taking his hand away.

“Don’t go,” I said, panicking.

“Of course not,” he said, pulling up a chair next to my bed.

“Where am I?” I finally asked.

“Suna Specialist Hospital.”

“…the mental institution?”

“Yes.”

“Do I have to stay here?”

“Yes.”

I started getting hysterical again.

A nurse came in and injected me with something.

Everything went black, and then I was awake again, and Jugo was asleep in the chair next to me.

“Help me,” I whispered, struggling against the chains. The feeling of being tied up was bad enough, but feeling my chakra being drained just put me in a state of complete helplessness. I wasn’t going back to all those years in Konoha, a neutered animal wasting away into nothing. I had my life back. No one was taking it from me again. “Help me!” I screamed, struggling. The chakra inhibitors burned into my skin. I remembered Koneko’s body falling, the smell of burning flesh, my eyes burning, the pain…

“Sasuke.”

It was Maiko, standing in the doorway.

“Please don’t do this, please don’t do this,” I pleaded.

She looked pained.

Jugo was awake now, giving me the same look.

“Fuck you and your pity!”

I raged and I fought and I screamed and I was sedated, and then I woke up calm until I panicked and raged and fought and screamed and was sedated again. Sometimes I got sick. Sometimes I activated my sharingan and had chakra-absorbing chains burn into my flesh. Sometimes everything just hurt and all I could do was cry.

�� The voices that I’d been ignoring for months started whispering louder and louder.

Naruto appeared at some point. He put cool towels on my forehead, and babbled nonsense at me while I hurled abuse at him.

I don’t know how many days passed.

At some point I got moved into a special room. There were seals built into the walls that drained anyone’s chakra who entered.

“This is better, right?” Naruto said, petting my hair.

I hurt too much to get out of bed. I did, however, feel better not being handcuffed and chained.

“When can I go home?” I asked, my voice barely audible. My throat was raw from screaming.

“When you’re calm,” Naruto said, smiling at me sadly.

“I’m calm,” I whispered.

“You seem okay right now,” he agreed.

“Then take me home,” I rasped.

“Baby,” he said, shaking his head. “There’s a hole in our living room.”

I vaguely recalled the couch smashing through the drywall. “I didn’t mean to.”

“What if one of the kids had been there?”

“They weren’t.”

“This isn’t just about you. This is about our whole family, everyone under our roof. And right now, I can’t say that everyone is safe with you home.”

I was glad that he looked miserable saying it, because he was the worst kind of traitorous asshole. I refused to speak to him for the rest of the time that he was there.

It was killing him, but he stayed and fixed my pillows, and tried to get me to eat, and cleaned up my puke until visiting hours were over.

I wondered if the chakra drain hurt him as much as it hurt me. Then again, he could just walk out of the room whenever he wanted.

Naruto came back the next day.

I was feeling more lucid and slightly less horrible, though they were still keeping me pumped up on some kind of sedative, and the opium withdrawal hadn’t quite finished with me.

“How are you?” he asked as the guard let him in.

“Shitty.”

“You look it,” he said, trying to smile. He came over to me, touching my cheek.

I couldn’t help but lean into it. “I hate you for making me stay here.”

He flinched, pulling his hand away. “I know.”

We both fell quiet.

“I didn’t know it was this bad,” Naruto finally said. “I knew you were struggling, but I didn’t think… You promised you would tell me if things got bad.”

“Things weren’t bad. I had it under control.”

“You call this control?!” Naruto asked, his tone rising in frustration.

“No,” I said, my voice cracking.

He looked away, rubbing absently at where his arm met his prosthetic. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

Naruto sat down on the chair next to my bed. It was nailed to the floor, like all of the furniture in the room. He looked at me for a long while before crumbling into a sobbing heap.

“Naruto…”

“I can’t do this,” he gasped out between sobs.

I was frozen, terrified.

“Sasuke,” he said, still a mess but struggling to look up at me. He held out his arms. “Come on.”

I was confused, but I threw myself into him, clinging.

He kissed my hair, getting it wet with his snot.

I clung harder. I couldn’t look at him.

“I can’t do this.”

Was it over? Was this his breaking point?

It was all so pointless. I’d been fine, and then just for a little while I wasn’t, and now everything was fucked.

I thought about my brother.

My parents, dead on the floor.

“Hey.”

I found myself being swallowed up by blue eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said with a shaky laugh, holding my face carefully between his hands.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’m supposed to be the together one.”

“No one thinks that you’re together,” I tried to joke, but I was shaking.

“Don’t destroy my self-image,” he murmured, pressing his nose to mine. “I am sorry, though. I’ve kind of… taken a… whatsit, sabbatical from work. I mean the whole Covenant thing is wrapped up, so I think I should just focus on you right now, ya know?”

I loved and hated the sound of that. “You should focus on you,” I said quietly.

“Me?” he said, squinting his eyes at me.

“I’m sorry I fucked everything up,” I muttered, burying my face in his neck.

“Hey… well, okay, maybe you did a little…”

I let out a little laugh that was half a cry.

“But we’ll get through it,” he said, patting my head. “We always do.”

“Two broken halves don’t make a whole.”

“Why do you have to be so melodramatic?” he asked. He pushed me off of his lap and made me get back into bed. “You’re not broken, you’re just a little… messed up?”

“That sounds so much better.”

“Yeah, doesn’t it? ’Cause something that’s messed up can be put back together.”

“I’m not going back on those medications.”

“What are you going to do instead?”

I didn’t have an answer for that, but I did have a sudden stomachache that had me rushing off to the bathroom.

Jugo came in to find me lying on the floor, cheek pressed to the cool tile.

“Withdrawal,” Naruto said with a shrug. “Sasuke, I’m gonna go work on the house, okay?”

I waved him off.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he said, lying on the floor next to me and giving my nose a brief kiss.

I watched him go, then went back to feeling horrible.

Jugo started reading a book.

I stayed curled up on the floor for a while, then rushed to the bathroom again.

Jugo glanced up when I appeared in the doorway again. “Everything okay?”

I stared at him.

He shrugged and went back to his book.

I dragged myself to the bed. I flopped down heavily, groaning. My body ached. My stomach was a mess. And Jugo was angry at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said. It was all I had to offer.

“I appreciate that, but it’s not enough.”

I curled up into a ball, pulling the blanket on top of me. I was shivering from the cold.

Neither of us said anything, and I drifted asleep a few times, only to be woken up by the pain.

Naruto came back after lunch.

My tray was on the night table, untouched.

“I’m eating your pudding,” he declared, opening it and digging in.

“I’ll go now,” Jugo said, standing up.

“See you at home,” Naruto said. He had a chocolate stain around his mouth.

I didn’t say anything.

“That was so good,” Naruto said. He patted his stomach contentedly. “You gonna try to eat something?”

“No.”

“You’re gonna get all skinny and gross again.”

“Did you just call me gross?”

“Yep.”

“My stomach hurts,” I said pathetically.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens to drug addicts.” He was trying to sound teasing, but he was serious.

I decided I deserved it and stayed quiet.

I felt the mattress dip under Naruto’s weight.

“I’m angry and I’m being petty, okay?” he said, stroking my hair.

“You’re fine.”

“I think we all just kinda feel… unprepared? Like no one saw this coming, and we’re all raw and stuff.”

“I get it.”

“Good, ’cause I don’t.”

“What can I do to make this right?” I asked. It was hard to say.

“Just focus on getting better.”

After the worst of the withdrawal stopped, Maiko started talking the future with me.

“In order for you to be released, I’m recommending that you go on a mood stabilizer, antidepressant, and antipsychotic.”

I couldn’t even feel betrayed. I’d done this.

“I’m not saying this is forever,” she said. “I want you to be able to live your life medication-free. But it’s going to take a lot of work to get to that point. Do you understand?”

“I understand that I’m a slave to this disease and I’m never going to be ‘better’.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed. “You already knew this.”

“I thought I could control it.”

“You know that you can’t.”

“But if I… if I was stronger… better…”

“You still couldn’t do a fucking thing.”

“I don’t want to accept that.”

“Well, too bad. Take your damn meds when the nurse brings them to you.”

I did.

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Wild Fire Ch. 18

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Slowly… take it slow and steady.

The world was dark, the only light available was flickering from the windows, casting a faint glow on the outside world. Maleko hunkered down close to the ground, hidden by the grass and garden, kneeling and eying the top of the trashcan. His body was tense, yet the muscles were loose, ready for him to move at a moment’s notice, ready to charge, to pounce.

He breathed deeply, holding it for a moment before letting it out once more. Rinse, repeat. Keep breathing, stay calm, stay still.

At the corner of his eye, Maleko saw movement. He refused to move, but his eyes followed the small figure as it ran across the lawn, pausing only to snuffle at the ground. He waited as a dark head poked up and looked around. Waited as it started drawing nearer, closer and closer. The vermin had yet to notice anything wrong as it continued scuffling towards him.

Drawing towards the garden, it’s protective wiring still a gnarled mess from Maleko, it perked its head again. Something was wrong, it must have noticed. It hurried towards the carrots, intent on getting its food and getting out. Maleko watched, digging his fingers into the ground as he waited, shifting so that his legs were ready, muscles coiled, ready to spring.

Just a few more feet… one…two…three… count the seconds as it got closer; five… six… seven...

The raccoon paused, Maleko sprung forward.

At his sudden movement, the raccoon froze. It was only for a moment, but that brief hesitation of fear was all Maleko needed as he landed atop it, throwing his entire weight on the animal, small hands grabbing it tightly. A snarl escaped him as he dug his claws into the coarse, dark hairs. The raccoon squirmed, Maleko grabbed it by the neck.

A swift movement, a firm twist and it fell limp in his hands.

Maleko relaxed, pulling himself back so that he sat crouched among the garden. He took a deep breath, an open smile on his face as he stared at the prey. His heart was racing now that it was over, adrenalin and excitement mixing together. It had been so long since he had hunted, actually hunted, he’d missed the thrill, the rush he got when he caught his prey.

He wanted to dig into it right now, tear it’s pelt off and eat the meat. It’d been long since he’d hunted, longer since he’d had fresh kill to eat. As much as he had loved how cooking tasted, there was something special about fresh meat.

Before he could bite into it, the door opened reminding Maleko of why he’d hunted tonight. He got to his feet and scampered out of the garden, holding the dead racoon up proudly for Mickey to see.

“Ga-got it!” he slurred, still smiling.

Mickey laughed, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a hunter,” the teenager praised, moving aside so that Maleko could enter the house. “Having you around might be a better solution to our raccoon problem than mom and her gun.”

Puffing his chest out, Maleko couldn’t help but feel pride at the praise. But when Mickey made to take the raccoon, to stuff it in a trash bag to be disposed of, he held it closer to himself and shook his head.

“Not done,” he said, swatting his hand away and making his way to the kitchen. “Skin it. Meat is—is good. Is,” Maleko hesitated, fumbling with his words, trying to find the right ones. “is good with,” he shook his head, frustrated at his own words and gestured desperately at the spice rack, hoping Mickey understood.

He did. “I’ve never had raccoon meat before,” Mickey said, watching Maleko throw the raccoon onto the counter and climb into the chair so he could reach. “And you’re sure it’s good?”

“Uh-huh!”

Maleko hadn’t really ever had these kinds of raccoons before. But there had been similar small animals back in the jungle, surely they’d taste the same. Any meat was good meat, after all. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t particularly excited to show Mickey this. To show that he was proficient in something, himself, that he had something he was good at the same way Mickey was good at games.

Before he could grab the raccoon again, Mickey swiped it and placed it in some kind of metal tray.

“As delightful as some cooked raccoon may sound, I don’t think ma will be too thrilled about it, you know?” he offered, bringing the trayed raccoon out of Maleko’s reach. “She’s already got some chili cooking for tonight’s dinner, I doubt she’d be happy with us changing it on the fly for some raccoon meat instead.” He didn’t stop smiling, however, as he began edging away towards the back door. “How about we toss this one out, and we can see about you catching us a different one tomorrow night. Does that sound good?”

He was soft as he spoke, patient. Mickey didn’t speak to Maleko in a way that suggested ‘this is what we’re doing and it doesn’t matter what you say even though I asked’. Even if Maleko knew that what he said wasn’t going to change anything, the way Mickey talked to him made him feel like his words would hold some sway. He liked that. “Aight,” Maleko said, nodding his head. It was like Mickey had said, he could catch them another raccoon any time.

Satisfied, Mickey took the raccoon to the outdoor trashcan, the metal bin making noise as he dumped the body and tray in. “Asahi, you go wash yourself up, then we can play some games until it’s time for dinner, alright?” he called from the doorway.

Nodding his head, Maleko scampered out of the kitchen, making his way to the bathroom to scrub his hands clean of dirt and raccoon.

This family was nice, he thought. He’d only been here for a day, but he liked this household, liked this family. Maggie was a lot like mama in many ways, and Mickey was a lot like an older brother. He listened to Maleko and played with him, and none of them asked questions he couldn’t answer. He liked being here. He wanted them to meet mama, she’d like them too. They took care of him, bandaged him up, were nice to him.

And they were safe, too!

Taka hadn’t given him any warnings or cautionary words since he’d come here, only telling him to be careful of his identity, to not run out just yet. Not when Kim and Jackie were probably still out there and looking for him. Even if he wanted to leave this house, he couldn’t, not until he knew it was safe to keep moving. Taka hadn’t given him any reason to worry about Maggie and Mickey, either.

The bird kept close, always in the trees by the house, keeping an eye on him, always close enough to talk to him. That’s what mattered, Maleko wasn’t sure what he’d do if he lost Taka, he had been there for him this entire time. Losing him would be terrible.

He hummed as he scrubbed his hands clean, nose twitching at the citrusy smell of the soap as he cleaned his hands and wrists.

By the time he’d finished scrubbing his hands and arms clean, making sure that not a speck remained from his earlier hunt, he’d come down to find that Mickey had already set up the living room for the two of them. The TV was on a low buzz, the familiar home screen of his game console up and waiting for a game to be chosen. The stairs creaked as Maleko climbed down, watching the teen fiddle with a controller.

Hearing the creaking, he looked up at the boy and smiled, dark eyes warm and friendly as Mickey gestured for Maleko to come over. Which he did, scampering the rest of the way and climbing onto the couch beside his friend.

“Alright,” Mickey smiled, ruffling Maleko’s hair when he settled in. “We’re going to play one of my RPG games tonight,” he explained.

Maleko tilted his head, “Are-Pee-Gee?” he repeated slowly, he’d heard the term before. Sometimes from Soul and BlackStar when he played with them, even David brought the word up from time to time. He’d never seen one before, however. “Fun?”

“Very,” Mickey confirmed. “Pick a number from three to five.”

Three to… huh? Maleko stared at him, head cocked to the side. He wasn’t very smart, he knew that, but he’d been certain that numbers started at one. Asking to start from three just made his head hurt and for him to start questioning what little he understood of numbers.

“Just humor me, kiddo.”

“Uh… aaah… five!” Maleko finally decided after a prolonged moment of confusion, trying to make sense of what was going on. Five, he’d decided, because it was the bigger number.

Mickey snorted, sliding off the couch to rummage through his game cases. “A man of good tastes,” He laughed, and though Maleko couldn’t see it, Mickey slipped a game disc in, the machine whirring to life. Mickey returned to his spot on the couch and then tugged Maleko up so that he was seated on his lap, arms around the boys midsection in a lazy hug as he held his controller. It was nice, it was warm. “Persona 5 it is, then.”

Maleko’s brows furrowed. “Persoh-sona 5?” he asked. That meant it was… the last game in the series, right? Then he shouldn’t he start with the first one?”

“They’re all pretty much independent of each other,” Mickey said, as if he had known what Maleko was thinking. “Most people don’t consider the first half of the series to be part of the same, universe, I guess? As the last three games. But you can play pretty much play the series in any order you want. You like supernatural stuff?”

“Eh?”

“Mythology,” he explained. “Folktales. Demons and angels, that sort of thing.”

“Oh. I, uh, I dunno?”

That only made Mickey laugh, “Well, you’ll find out if you do or not after this.”

As it turned out, Persona was fun.

Even though Maleko wasn’t handling the controller, wasn’t the one actually in control of the protagonist, Mickey made sure to involve him in everything. During fights, Maleko got to suggest actions, during dialogue, he got to help decide what to say. Whenever they had the little quiz questions, however, Mickey was the one who answered the, for obvious reasons.

Maleko felt like he was just as involved n playing the game, not just an outsider watching.

They got to the first palace, Maleko a jittery mess of excitement and confusion on Mickey’s lap, he had burst out into uncontrollable laughter when he saw Kamoshida. He didn’t understand why, but a cap and speedo looked funny, so much so that he hadn’t been able to stop and had almost fallen off of Mickey’s lap and onto the floor—would have had Mickey not kept his arms wrapped around the boy. It took five minutes for him to calm back down for them to continue the game.

That wasn’t even talking about how pretty it all looked. So much color. And the music, it was something else entirely. He’d squirmed and swayed and bopped to the music wile Mickey laughed behind him.

“Yeah. The Awakening music kicks ass,” Mickey laughed, and Maleko could just hear the capital letters. “You’ll hear it a few more times.” To that, Maleko squeaked and yipped happily.

He loved the outfit that Joker wore, the mask, the coat, the style. Maleko had never been one to care about fashion, he’d go around his everyday life naked if he could, clothes were sometimes just uncomfortable and constricting. But he didn’t, because people didn’t like that. Even so, there was something about the clothes Joker wore that made Maleko want them for himself.

The volleyball coach wasn’t really that good of a person, Maleko found himself curling his lip whenever the man appeared. It was his attitude that bothered Maleko. Everything else he did, or apparently did, well, Maleko couldn’t really understand, but Mickey really didn’t like him, so Maleko didn’t either.

Then the girl, the nice, quiet one with the sad eyes, jumped off the school roof. She wasn’t able to catch herself like Maleko had when he jumped out a window at the Academy. She got hurt. Badly. Maleko decided that he wanted to tear the teachers throat wide open.

They had only reached the first boss when the front door opened and Maggie burst into excited chatter with the newcomer.

Pausing the game, Mickey grinned and nudged for Maleko to get off of him as he, himself, rose from the couch. “Dad! Welcome home,” he greeted as he left the controller on the coffee table.

“Hey, there, Mickey. Boy, it smells good in here, are you cooking chili?” a man’s voice asked, a rustle of clothes suggesting he was removing a coat to hang on the rack. “Oh, do we have a guest?”

Maleko squirmed and turned around, still kneeling on the couch as he peered over the back at the new man, the father of this household. His brows furrowed in confusion and his mouth set in a straight line as he saw a familiar tall man with a head of thick black hair. There was a look of equal surprise and confusion on Mickey’s fathers face.

“Ah, dear. This is Asahi,” Maggie introduced, standing at her husbands side and holding a hand out to Maleko with a warm smile. “I found him last night all tangled up in my garden. He’ll be staying with us for a little while, until we can find a way to get him back home.”

That only made the man’s brows furrow, the creases of his forehead becoming more apparent. “Asahi?” he repeated, as if that didn’t match up with what he’d already known. Of course it didn’t. Kim had called out ‘Maleko’.

This was the man from last night.

This was the man who had almost run Maleko over with his car.

This was the man who’d held Kim back when she caught up with him, giving Maleko time to flee once more before finding safety with Maggie.

“Well,” Taka’s voice rang in his head, he wasn’t sure at this point if it was Maleko imagining or Taka talking. “Fate certainly has an interesting way of working.”

With a trembling smile, Maleko raised his hand in a scared wave. “’ello,” he greeted, awkward and anxious. Was this man going to rat him out? Was he going to kick him out? Turn and hand him over to Kim? The doubts were bubbling up inside of Maleko, growing stronger the longer the man waited to reply.

But then he smiled, it was bright and genuine, a smile that made Maleko feel safe. The man got down on a knee and watched Maleko, smiling peacefully. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Asahi,” he said, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Maleko decided that he was good.

It wasn’t long after that Maggie called them all to eat, claiming the chili and sandwiches were all ready to be had. Maleko sat beside Mickey, careful as the husband—Robert—questioned him about this and that. Where was he from, how was he feeling, simple, not probing or suspicious. All the same, Maleko was careful as he answered each one as ‘Asahi’.

Until Taka told him otherwise, he’d be careful, even with the people he felt he could trust.

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The sun had set, replaced by the grinning moon, drooling it’s blood and chuckling cruelly as it overlooked the world below.

Kom had been distant.

Usually, Kai wouldn’t care, nor would she notice—she was hardly a cozy individual herself, but Kom of all people distancing himself was abnormal enough to catch her attention. He claimed he needed to avoid any distractions if he was to perfect all the new drugs and poisons he was manufacturing for her and the Acolytes, she could understand that, but it was off all the same. He was hiding something from her and it made her… anxious wasn’t the right term… tense.

She loathed to admit it, but it made her angry. Kom was her most loyal ally, she dare say he was a friend. She knew his loyalty went beyond just friendship on his end, she wasn’t blind, she just never had interest to reciprocate. So, for him, who was known for obsession and loyalty, to be hiding something and sneaking about, it was off-putting.

It wasn’t as if she feared him betraying her, no, treachery wasn’t even a question.

Kom cared about Maleko, not nearly as much as she had, but he had loved the boy in his own way. There was no way he wouldn’t have wanted to seek revenge himself. He would want the heads of those who had slain her boy, the ones who devoured his soul, just as much as she did. So no, she didn’t think he was planning to betray her.

Not that it eased her nerves much. Betrayal wasn’t the only reason someone could go skulking about like he was, and even if he wasn’t planning to go against her, whatever he was doing under the guise of his drugs was something he clearly felt she would not approve of enough to be open about. It was the unknown of what he could be doing that bothered her. She would much rather suspect him of being a spy than to have not a single inkling.

She tried not to think about it too much. Kai couldn’t afford to cast Kom out this late in the plans, he was irreplaceable at this point. Even if much of his work was alchemical rather than magical in composition, there were very few Acolytes with the talent and knowledge of alchemy to be able to resume his work if she disposed of him. She’d have some keep a closer eye on the sorcerer, pretend to be in the dark.

There were more important things than for her to focus on the distrust she felt towards those around her. Not that she could say she actually trusted any of the Acolytes, witches or sorcerers who had joined her cause.

Everyone here had their own reason for joining her. Most were only here because they hated Death, they hated the demon weapons and their meisters. It was understandable among the witches and sorcerers, the war between the two sides was as ancient as time itself. The humans, now that was a grab bag of reasons. Some hated the DWMA for various reasons, some disliked the idea of a God of Death ruling over them, were opposed to the notion of a being of death making laws for the living. Some of the more radical numbers, which was surprisingly the majority of the Acolytes, honestly believed Kai to be a God of some kind.

Was water manipulation really so astounding and unbelievable that she was considered a God? Well, she wouldn’t encourage nor deny the notion so long as it kept them loyal. These cultists were the ones who she could say were the most loyal. They believed her to be their God, of course they wouldn’t go against her lest the face divine retribution.

Humans were unbelievably stupid. They clung so desperately to a belief that they refused to believe anything else.

Oh well, they weren’t going to last much longer, anyway.

Kai was pleased to say that the curtain would be closing soon. It had taken a few days since the decision, but she and her company had reached Antarctica. The entire landscape was full of water, from the ice, snow, to the ocean and the people on it. This would be the battleground. The snow would run deep with blood, bodies would be scattered, and Death’s army would be crushed. She’d have complete control over the terrain here.

She had little doubt that Mabaa and other witches would join her once she has her victory here, finding the crippling blow she deals Death as proof enough that her side is the winning one.

Even now, more and more followers and allies were arriving to the frozen wasteland.

Perhaps Kai wouldn’t kill Death. She could kill his son instead, let him feel the pain. Leave him abandoned in that city of his, unable to leave, picking off any allies he hoped to find before they could enter. He could watch helplessly as all that he built was destroyed, unable to lift a finger to help.

Whatever she chose to do, she had time to decide.

“Are you ready?” a witch squeaked as Kai walked past. Skoya, if Kai remembered right, another of the witches who only joined because of a hatred for Death. A small, timid girl, probably no more than two hundred years of age, old enough to know the trauma that Death’s ‘order’ causes, young enough that she’s not made herself a complete recluse living only within the With Realm.

Kai nodded, feeling the corners of her lips turn down in a tighter frown. An address to her followers, Yuri had claimed. She hadn’t really seen him since she first rejoined the Acolytes. He had been gone from her party for a while to assemble others and had regrouped with her only a short while ago. He said she needed to make a statement to all those who believe in her, who follow her, to bring them here and remind them why they must fight.

A bunch of empty words, a boring speech, just to put a fire under their asses and get them to move faster.

She wasn’t going to say no, Yuri was smart, she would admit.

As she stepped into the wide open ice ‘stage’ that had been constructed, the crowd before her waiting anxiously for her to speak, she spotted him off to the edge, a coy smile on his lips. At the other far side of the stage was Kom, when their eyes met, he ducked his head down to look away.

It took all her strength not to glare.

Instead, she turned to look at the man who had his camera raised, wires attaching it to his laptop. Streaming, no doubt. One of her followers had set up a private website to address each other, password protected so that only fellow Acolytes could access. She didn’t know how secure that really was, but she also didn’t care. There was also a screen set up behind her, hooked up to another technologically talented individual somewhere she couldn’t see.

Kai watched as the hundreds of men and women, humans, witches and sorcerers rustled about, anxious balls of energy. She watched as they murmured and muttered to one another before finally raising her hand, watching Yuri gesturing something to the man with the camera.

The murmuring fell, rolling into a silence until only the wind and crunching snow was heard. She took in a breath.

“How many have family or friends whose children were taken by Death, by the Academy?” A quiet mumble as people whispered to one another, she let the initial buzz run its course. “Either hunted by the school, or taken in because they could turn into a weapon or possessed qualities to hunt witches. Children, might I remind you, children.”

She continued to speak. Children were what made up a sizable chunk of Death’s army. Teenagers, kids. Death sent children to hunt monsters that murdered adults, sent children to hunt witches and sorcerers. Wasn’t there even a famous Death Scythe who had only been thirteen when he acquired the title? Yes, there was, a boy by the name of Justin Law, he had been thirteen, how crazy. How cruel. How fucking inhumane.

They hunted witches and sorcerers of all ages as well. It was no small rumor that Death had sent one of his meister-weapon pairs to hunt down Angela Leon. The poor girl was even younger than Maleko! Had it not been for that swordsman of hers, she would no doubt have died.

The screen behind her came to life as Kai kept talking, bringing up an image of a young boy with black hair and glasses, wielding some heavy looking glove like weapons. The images were clearly taken secretly, from an angel off to the side out of sight as the meister attacked the kishin egg. They kept flipping through until it landed on the weapons transforming into their human forms.

Two little kids in an orange and yellow hat. Younger than the usual twelve-year-old threshold that most of his soldiers began fighting at. As young as Maleko, perhaps as young as Angela.

Angry hisses and gasps rang out from the crowd before her.

“Is this the kind of ‘God’ you want running this world? A God who won’t fight the wars he started, but rather sends your children to fight for him?” Kai was playing on the parental fear many had. Even if she didn’t trust the mental stability of any who thought her a God, she trusted that they at least knew how morally disgusting it was to have children thrown into life or death situations such as this. Children shouldn’t be handling weapons, shouldn’t be fighting and killing, shouldn’t be training to be soldiers. Children should be children. Playing, studying, having fights with their friends, making up, developing crushes and getting into trouble.

Before she’d met Maleko, she wouldn’t have cared that Death used children as cannon fodder. But that changed. Now, as much as she hated them, she hated Death even more for using them.

How can someone who claimed to be ‘good’ do something so deplorable?

The screen behind her began to show members of his staff, his trusted leaders. “His personal ‘Death Scythe’ is a slut. An alcoholic manwhore who spends more time with hookers than doing his duty. One of Death’s top meisters? Psychotic, treads the line of madness, at any moment he could easily snap and begin cutting up the students under his care, if he hadn’t already,” she was pacing the stage, her shoes clicking against the ice with each step. “A normal school would hardly let them anywhere near children. Yet Death has the two as the primary influences for weapons and meisters. The ones that these kids should aspire to be.”

Kai continued yelling to the crow, marching and growing more heated with each point. Death was a coward, too afraid to leave his castle, unwilling to bend to others. Why should a God of Death rule humanity? He doesn’t know the first thing about humanity nor mortality, why should he use their children as his soldiers? Brainwashes them into thinking they’re doing something great, that it’s a high honor to be spending their childhood, risking their lives when they’re not even adults. Whatever law a country creates, Death and those associated with him are above. It doesn’t matter if someone tells them ‘no’, he and his superiority complex are above it all.

The crowd was cheering, or rather screaming, already brought to rage by her opening on child soldiers that it didn’t matter much else what she said, yet she kept talking, stoking the fires of her followers, fueling their rage and starving them for battle.

By the end, even Kai was grinning, an unsteady smile, but a smile nonetheless. She was breathing hard, her throat hurt, but she gazed upon the crowd and knew that this was it. “If Death wants us gone, then he will have to bring his armies here and fight us. Then, when all that comes back to him are corpses and coffins, he’ll know that he’s not above us.”

Before her, the crowd broke into cries.

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Maleko shook his head, speaks of water splattering all over as the towel hung around his neck. Maggie had sent him upstairs to take a bath and he had just finished it up. His small body shivered a little as he went from a warm tub to a chilly room. It was hard to get used to how much colder everything felt when he had his magic locked up, when he was left without his natural heat.

A shudder ran through him and Maleko hurried to crawl into the warm pajamas that Mickey was loaning him, then slipping his feet into fluffy bunny slippers.

He liked it here, he was going to miss the family when he finally moved on and continued his search for his mother. If she allowed it, he’d like to come and visit them again, thank them for taking care of him while he hid from Kim and Jackie.

Stretching, yawning, and scratching at his stomach, Maleko left the bathroom and began heading towards the stairs. It was too late to go outside and play, but it was too early to go to bed. Maybe he could ask Mickey if the two of them could go back to that game of his, he wanted to see how the teacher was going to get in trouble. Maybe he’d still get a chance to tear out his throat.

He smiled, his hair still damp, but his body warmer now as he approached the stairs, a hum on his tongue and a bob to his head. As he reached the first step, his entire body froze.

Ears perked, twitched, his eyes narrowed and his heart began to race. Hope flooding through him, followed by confusion. He wasn’t mistaken, was he? This… this couldn’t be, it had to be…

“Is this the kind of ‘God’ you want running this world?”

She was quiet, but the voice, the passion… Maleko recognized it so easily. Even though so much time had passed since he had last heard her talk, he’d never forget how she sounded, he’d recognize her no matter, whether it had been days or years.

“A God who won’t fight the wars he started, but rather sends your children to fight for him?”

A wide smile spread across Maleko’s face, his body was positively vibrating with energy, so much so that he didn’t hear Taka’s warning, instead he raced down the stairs, nearly falling down half of them in his haste. She was here, mama was here! Maleko was blinking back tears.

How had she found him? Maybe Taka brought her here, or she’d been searching for him all this time—of course she’d been searching for him! It didn’t matter how, his mama was amazing! She finally found him, they could finally go home! This awful nightmare was finally over, it was over, she was here, she was really, really here! She was here!

He skidded into the living room. “Mama!” he cried out happily.

Except… she wasn’t there. No sign of her, not even a trace of her scent.

“He’s deserves neither respect nor love, he deserves nothing but scorn and wrath!”

It was Kai’s voice, there was no doubt about it, she was there, she was talking, but at the same time, she wasn’t there.

Robert, Maggie and Mickey had been huddled on the couch, and when Maleko came barreling down, they froze up and turned to him. Maleko watched as Maggie recovered herself and reached over to the laptop that sat on the coffee table, fiddling with it—then mama’s voice was gone.

Maleko felt his heart drop. “Mama…? Where’s mama?” he asked, desperately hoping for an answer, that she really was here, that he hadn’t imagined it all.

“Asahi,” Mickey began, staring at Maleko with a look of confusion and pity.

But then Robert stood up, brushing his hands against his pantlegs and coming around the couch to stand before Maleko. His face unreadable as he glanced towards the laptop. Maleko followed his gaze and saw Kai on the screen. “Your mama… huh?”

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