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wildflower-otome · 4 days

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[Translation] Olympia Soiree - Kuroba After Story

Source: Olympia Soiree Official Visual Fanbook Nuit Blanche Author: Yuma Katagiri

‘Kuroba-sensei, please wake up. It’s already morning.’

‘Ughh…..just five more minutes…..’

‘Well then, I’ll just leave these snacks and go home.’

‘Eh!? No, wait!’

At those merciless words, I jumped up from the examination table. Before my eyes was a smiling Byakuya, who held up a basket.

‘Good morning, Kuroba. Although, precisely speaking, it’s already past noon. But I am glad that you woke up, I couldn’t bear it if I had to leave without bidding you farewell.’

‘Stop that, calling it “farewell” sounds so unlucky. It’s just a week that the two of us will be holed up for, y’know.’

‘I suppose that’s true but…..when I think about the fact that the next time we meet it’ll be at our wedding ceremony, I feel a bit reluctant to leave you…..although to be sure, it’s something to be happy about, that we’ve waited a long time for.’

Even though I’d been trying not to think about it. I sighed inside my heart. Just as she had said, in a week’s time we would officially be man and wife. A magnificent wedding ceremony involving the whole island would be held so I was feeling a little worn out right now. Of course, I was happier than anything to be marrying her. I was simply concerned that she might have a bad time of it because even now, there were many who didn't think well of me for being a Black.

'Well, speaking of which, we're already completely breaking the law. Intercourse before marriage is strictly forbidden, though it's a little late for that.'

'Don't you think I should have been told that at the beginning?'

'Don't be too hard on Akaza. Even a guy like that would have had a hard time telling you about this kind of thing.'

'Is that so? It doesn't seem to me that Lord Iron Mask would be all that embarrassed about it.'

She was sharp. It would appear the truth of the matter was Akaza didn't tell her on purpose. He had probably thought the higher ups wouldn't be able to disagree if it was already after the fact. To begin with, her goal in searching for a husband had been to increase the number of Whites, there was no doubt it would be a good thing for the White, even if it meant disrupting the rules of the island.

I had asked him once before. Whether or not he had thought of the possibility of the important White getting mixed up with some good-for-nothing. And when I did, this was how he answered. That she surely had the ability to judge a person's character, as someone who had been taught by Tsukuyomi, Douma and Jigen. However, there was still no guarantee that someone who would use her for ill ends wouldn't appear, so to keep a watchful eye out.

‘By the way Kuroba…..have you decided yet?’

Whether to evade the subject or face it, I of all people, hesitated. In a certain sense, I was bearing something more important than my upcoming nuptials with her. Precisely speaking, the greatest trial of my life and my wedding were two sides of the same coin, there had to be something wrong with that.

‘What…..do you think?’

‘It might be nice to give it a try.’

Acting like it was nothing more difficult than getting an injection. This time a sigh escaped me, and I tugged at my tie.

‘Just now you thought, “Acting like it's so simple”, weren't you? But in my own way, I'm trying to cheer you on, you know? After all, if there was no chance, there's no way Douma of all people would have suggested it.’

‘.....Want some tea?’

‘You know Douma's personality pretty well too, right, Kuroba? He's a man that wouldn't joke about someone he hadn't accepted becoming his successor.’

‘You said you brought some snacks, didn't you? What's inside?’

‘Rice balls, egg rolls, and thick sliced fried ham.’

‘That sounds delicious, mind if I eat them?’

‘I met Akaza on the way home yesterday. He said, “Kuroba's just woken up, so you should bring him some food just after noon tomorrow.”’

As to be expected of my friend, he knew me well. If I was remembering right, he'd left a note that he'd be attending a meeting with the military.

‘And so, back to what I was saying, why not give it a go?’

I couldn't answer immediately. How easy it would be if I could just say yes. But my eyes, skin, and hair were black. Even though the blood flowing in me was ‘Yellow’.

“Become my successor if you can.”

I hadn't told her, but a few months after the Tokijikutan incident, that man had summoned me.

“That girl is ‘White’ and someday she will be its leader. She cannot be the successor to the ‘Yellow’. And at the present moment, there are no promising candidates in the Yellow. As you know Kaina committed a grave sin and can no longer return to the surface. I asked you this before but…..do you not wish to stand beside Akaza and Riku?’

Truth be told, I had already decided in my heart. Akaza was the kind of man that had a tendency to take too much upon himself in various ways, and Riku was so overly serious, I was worried about them. Tokisada would take over the Green, and Yosuga, Yomi—I wanted to take my place beside them, and change this island.

However if I were to become even the leader of the Yellow so soon after becoming her husband—

‘Kuroba, don't worry about me. If any one harrasses us, let's get back at them together.’

I almost laughed, but I suppressed it. My fears wouldn't be put to rest with just that adorable suggestion.

‘If it’s someone we can get back at, I'll go and punch them with all I've got. But what if the one to bear their fangs….is a citizen of the Yellow clan?’

Her face stiffened.

‘Because the Yellow are closest to Hiruko of all the primary colours, they are the most revered. Of course they think of their colour with pride. Now just imagine what would happen if someone were to say, “This pure Black guy that's appeared all of a sudden is your new leader from today.” It's likely to cause a riot.’

‘Douma told me about that possibility too.’

‘Wha-.....’

‘That there's a chance blood might be spilt. But this is what he said to me. Even if someone without the qualifications to become leader were to stand up, conflict would still be unavoidable in the end. And that was why the rightful person must take on the role.’

That schemer, he'd never said any such thing to me. He'd probably known that if I heard it from her lips there'd be no way I'd be able to refuse.

‘.....You really are that old man's daughter.’

‘Are you praising me?’

‘I'm showing you my respect.’

I of all people had been well and truly fooled. That she was his mistress, and other such low minded suspicions, he had probably allowed them to circulate on purpose. By letting people think as they would, the truth that he was her father had remained unguessed.

‘We've come this far, so let's all become leaders together. With Akaza, Riku, and Tokisada. And even Yosuga is basically Yomi's leader.’

I didn't want them to think me a coward. But I didn't want to involve her in any bloodshed. If it was just me, I wouldn't care how much blood I had to spill, but her alone I didn't—

‘Isn't that so? A hideous colour like you is unfit for a woman of the precious, beautiful “White.”’

‘When I heard that you would be executed on false charges…..no matter what….—I wanted to save you.’

She was noble minded and strong. But there had been times when her strength had been used in such a way. No matter the world, no man would want the woman he loved to be exposed to danger.

‘Tokisada told me. That he took part in battles on the other side of the ocean.’

‘Yeah….I've heard that too.’

‘In order to change something, blood must flow….is what he said to me. I'm a White but I've been living with the Yellow, so I'm pretty attached to it too. That's why I want you to become its next leader. Whenever I think of who might be most suitable, in the end it has to be you, Kuroba.’

That conniving bastard, this absolutely had to be a trap. Of all things, making the person I could least argue with say things like this.

‘.....I regret what happened with Nagusa. I was rash and naive. But now…..I have you with me.’

I suddenly wanted to cover my ears. No, I wanted to hear her out, but if I did I'd start to feel disappointed in myself.

‘Of course I love you, and I also trust you as a person. I and Akaza both understand how difficult becoming a successor is. But if we all work together, we may be able to end things without bloodshed.’

That sneaky schemer, I was gonna hold a grudge against him forever after this. When she said things like this to me, I— could no longer run away.

‘I get it, I get it. I'll think it over while you're gone. So for now, take off your clothes.’

‘Kuroba!?’

‘For seven days and nights, you won't be able to see me, right? You'll be lonely, right? I know I will be. So lonely I won't be able to sleep even if I take sleep medicine.’

‘We were finally talking about something so serious, and now this?’

‘As a member of the Kotowari, I am seriously worrying. About you giving birth to a child as soon as possible, that is.’

‘Ah…..sto-.....’

Placing her on my lap as she sulked, I slid my hands up her blouse. As I traced over her soft curves above her undergarments, her overlapping hips twitched and jumped.

‘You're so mean….., really now-.....’

Even I knew I was being pathetic. Only able to change the subject in this kind of way. However, if I were to say everything I felt right now, I would surely end up crying. With joy at being able to meet her, and gratitude towards my friends.

‘If you're going to bully me like this…..I won't let you on the island.’

‘That would be a problem, I'll end up dead, swallowed by the whirling tides, you know?’

‘.....I was joking. As soon as the moon rises, make sure you come out on a boat. I'll be waiting for you…..there on the beach.’

Pulling off her skirt, I lifted up her pure white thighs.

‘Ah…..Kuroba-.....!’

When the moon was full, I would cross over to that island. And then, along with the words that I would become the leader of the Yellow—I would embrace my bride.

#olympia soiree #otomate #translation #kuroba #olympia soiree kuroba #otome game

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thewild--flower · 2 years

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[Translation] Olympia Soiree - 50 Questions for Himuka

Source: Olympia Soiree Visual Fanbook Nuit Blanche

1. What are your hobbies and special skills?

My hobbies are collecting things I find, and polishing the bones I pick up. As for skills, I’ve realized recently I’m quite good at making ornaments.

2.What are your strong points and weak points?

There’s no way someone like me has any strong points……Wait no, I’ve stopped saying such things now. My strong point is…… I don’t often get angry? I have far too many shortcomings, but little by little, I would like to quit thinking so negatively about everything.

3. What is a common habit of yours?

Until recently it was patting this skull of mine, but these days I often gaze at my rainbow stone bracelet and trace it instead.

4. What is something you do everyday?

Bake bread, maybe?

5. What time do you wake up and go to sleep?

I sleep when I feel tired, and wake up when I feel the presence of the sun.

6. What is the first thing you do when you wake up, and the last thing you do before you go to sleep?

When I wake up, first of all I greet the sun.

Before I sleep, I pray that the sun will rise again tomorrow just as always.

7. What is your secret (within the boundaries of what you can share)?

The truth is, when I was Hiruko, and also when I was in the body that Tsukuyomi made for me, I had no reproductive organs. Of course I did know that they were part of a normal body, so when I became a human it was a shock for me.

8. Is there someone who you think of as a rival?

Akaza.

9. Please tell us about an unforgettable event during your childhood.

Well, basically I was driven away from a lot of places so……

10. How strong is your alcohol tolerance? (Do you drink alcohol?)

According to Yosuga, mine is the ‘strongest.’

Sometimes, in regions that worshiped Hiruko, they would leave offerings of alcohol and food on the sea coast. Perhaps my tolerance for alcohol became stronger as I took in those offerings.

11. What is something you are really into right now?

Building up muscle!

12. What is something about your body that you have confidence in?

……My nails?

13. How would you describe yourself in one word?

Unsightly.

14. How do you spend your days off?

With her.

15. What is something expensive you’ve bought recently?

I don’t think it’s expensive, but I recently bought a rather large pot. So that we can make enough food for the two of us and one other.

16. What is something that worries you recently?

Becoming out of breath so soon.

17. What is a job that you’d like to try doing outside of your current one?

I think the job of an undertaker is an important one, but it seems like they have a lot of fun at Shikinjou, so I would like to try helping out there.

18. Who is someone you respect?

Amaterasu.

19. What is something you don’t like?

Hurting others, and being hurt by them.

20. If you could bring just one thing to Tennyo Island, what would it be?

I’m torn between a blanket or a pot.

21. Please teach us a technique you use to move your lover’s heart.

That is something I would like to know, so please tell me how.

22. What are things you like about her?

She is brave, dazzling, cheerful, enjoys her food and is free-spirited.

23. What is your favourite food among the dishes she makes?

Fish soup.

24. What is your favourite part of her body?

Her chest is what I like best, but I love everything about her.

25. Do you hold hands while you’re on dates?

People do things like that don’t they? I shall have to try it next time.

26. If you were to change places with Daifuku for one day, how would you spend your time?

I would like to sit in the palm of her hand, being patted and eating snacks.

27. You see her sleeping right in front of you. What would you do?

I would lie down next to her and go to sleep as well.

28. When your work or study isn’t going well and you’re feeling down, how would you like her to comfort you?

I would like her to pat my head.

29. What position do you prefer to sleep in, when you are with her?

Holding hands, perhaps?

30. When you want to kiss her, what do you do first?

I check with her if it’s OK or not.

31. Would you prefer to be devoted to her? Or for her to be devoted to you?

I want to devote myself to her.

32. If you suddenly missed her in the middle of the night, what would you do?

I would distract myself by talking to my skeletons.

33. She has caught a cold. How would you look after her?

Since she is a descendant of Amaterasu, would it even be possible for her to get sick? But I would like to try looking after her, making rice porridge, peeling fruit for her and such.

34. If you see her while you are at work, what would you do?

In the past, I would hide, but now I go out and greet her properly.

35. When you and your lover have a fight, what do you do to make up with her?

I would never want to fight with her.

36. What would you do if snow started to fall during one of your dates?

Sometimes, sometimes it does fall doesn’t it? Even on this sea.

Long ago when I was still adrift, I ended up washing up on the coast of a country of heavy snow. The mountains were pure white, and the sea was the colour of ash. It was frightening, yet beautiful.

But this place is quite warm, so I do not think it would snow as much.

I would love to try making a big snowman with her though……

37. When you are with her, what kind of moments do you feel the happiest?

When we sit in front of the fireplace together eating warm food.

38. What is a habit of hers that you like?

When she dances……although I guess that’s not really a habit. But I love how she looks as she dances.

If I were to say one other thing, it would be how her face overflows with curiosity as we search the beach, looking to see if anything has washed up.

39. What were you like as a child?

A shunned existence.

40. How many children would you like? Please tell us if you would like a boy or a girl, and how many.

Izanagi and Izanami had countless children, so I would also like her to do her best-......Ah no, she has a human body, doesn’t she.

I think it would be fun to have a boy and a girl, so I would like two children if possible.

41. When your children are born, what kind of things would you like to teach them? And what kind of children would you like to raise them to be?

I would like to teach them all the wisdom I have acquired.

But I would never push them into anything, I would want to raise them to be bright, strong and formidable, just like her.

42. If she were to tell you that ‘I will grant you one wish’, what would you ask for?

……I would like to use her lap as a pillow.

43. If you were a ‘White’, including yourself, who would you choose as a partner? And conversely, who would you refuse?

I would definitely not choose Akaza.

It seems like he would teach me a lot, so maybe Kuroba?

44. What would you like to do in the world beyond the ocean?

I would like to go to an ‘aquarium’ or ‘amusement park’ with her.

45. ‘The waves bring what one seeks.’ What is something that you would like to wash ashore?

Something that would bring new developments to this island. Plants that we don’t have here yet would be nice. I wonder if……Susanoo could somehow bring us some animals that are still alive?

46. Is there something you would like to say to Tsukuyomi?

A long, long time has passed since that day Amaterasu fell into a deep slumber.

And then she ended up falling asleep once more.

Although I have lost most of my power as a god, in my own way I will continue to treasure this world.

My younger brother, I still believe.

Though you despise humanity, you will not abandon them.

47. Is there something you would like to say to her father?

Thank you for teaching her the strength of humans.

Though I am still immature and foolish after having become human, I will do my utmost to make her happy.

48. What is a challenge you would like to undertake from here on?

I would like to make more friends.

49. Please tell us about a commitment you would like to make once you become a leader in the future.

I am sure Akaza and the others will work hard, so I will just relax and watch over them.

Juuust kidding.

I do not know if there is anything that I can do, but I would like to think of what is possible for me to make this island, and this sea, a more wonderful place.

50. Please tell us your message of love for her.

Thank you for treasuring the rainbow stone bracelet.

Thank you for loving me.

You are the first person I have loved, and the first person to have loved me.

Please, don’t return to heaven, but stay at my side and live a happy life with me.

#olympia soiree #himuka #himuka olympia soiree #olympia soiree translation #olympia soiree nuit blanche

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dear-mrs-otome · 1 year

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For the otome type ask! :D

From ikemen series:

gilbert, silvio, chev, clavis, kicho, faust, ibuki, akihito

Other (in case you know any but feel free to ignore lol):

even if tempest crius and tyril, choi no doku majima, psychedelica of black butterfly hikage, arr yakumo, mysme v and jumin, nightshade hanzo goemon, birushana tsugunobu tomomori, twisted malleus floyd azul, olympia soiree tsukuyomi, piofiore direttore:P

Hey Nonnny! What a fun cast of fellows you have here - welcome to the villainous party?

Looking mostly at your ikemen characters (and a few of the others I'm well enough acquainted with HANZO MY LOVE) what I see here are all incredibly cunning men, those with a sense of morality that definitely leans towards the gray and chaotic. They're all looking to shake up the status quo, ruffle some feathers, and they're not afraid to get their hands dirty in the doing if need be. If I had to venture a guess, I'd say you find their confidence and willingness to swim against the tide admirable and perhaps wish you had their ease in doing so?

#mrs o talks #mrs o's armchair

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soartfullydone · 3 years

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I’m currently obsessed with Olympia Soirée and its showy character designs

Part 2

#olympia soiree #olympia #riku #amakusa shirou tokisada #yosuga #kuroba #himuka #akaza #tsukuyomi #camellia #otome

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rainydayotomes · 3 years

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Reddened Love (Tsukuyomi x Reader)

This story was requested by anon a couple days ago, and I accidentally wrote waaaay too much for this so it became it's own fic ;P

I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope it was to your liking anon! <3

The request can be found here.

Notes: This story takes place after the events of Akaza's good ending. And- you are not Olympia! There are next to no story spoilers, except for a non-important scene featuring Tsukuyomi at the end of the game. -------------

"(Y/N), are you going down to Yomi today?" "Lord Jigen! Yes, I am. I am in need of more... supplies." You fidgeted with your somewhat darkened red hair to imply what you meant. You sighed when you saw the colour come off on your fingers, and hid your hands within your long sleeves once more. Jigen gave you a kind smile, knowing what you meant. "Of course. Enjoy your walk." Every 3 months, the colour that had been painted into your (h/c) hair started to fade and come out, much to your dismay. It had already been 4 months since you last got the dye needed for your hair, so today you needed to make your annual trip to visit the lone man that lived deep underneath Yomi. (Why am I the only one who has to do this...? Jigen, Douma, and Tokisada don't have to go through the same thing....) You heaved out another sigh at your predicament. As usual, Tsukuyomi had never told you why you had to do this- why you had to hide your real identity- that you were an outsider. None of the other outsiders had to hide. So why did you? The scarf you had gently and elegantly wrapped around your deep red locks swayed in harmony with the cold autumn breeze. You shivered as the wind pierced your sweater, the cold seeping deep into your bones. "A-Ah, good afternoon Riku." "May I see your pass?" You gave a hurt smile at the blue haired soldier. "Always the perfect soldier, huh? You always act like you don't know me even though everyone knows we've been friends for a long time." "......" Riku averted his eyes. "Well, whatever. Here's the pass, soldier boy." "...Go ahead." And with those words, your feet carried you down the steps and into the depths of the underground world. You rubbed the tips of your hair to shed the old dye that clung to you, as to not appear quite as.... red, to the residents with no "good" colour. You pulled the scarf around your hair closer to you, and kept your reddened eyes cast downward. Another 'gift' from Tsukuyomi to help you blend in with the red. You hurried down the main street, thankfully blending into the crowd of various colours easily enough on your way to the spa. "Oh! (Y/N)! Here to see Tsu again?" Camellia cried out to you from the front steps. You nodded, smiling at the doll. "Yep. I know I'm a month late, but I was being invited to date after date.... so many suitors that I can't take." "I'm sure one of them wouldn't mind your colour! Hey, what colour do you even think you-" "That's enough, Camellia. Let her see him; he's worried." Yosuga's voice interrupted the doll, and it was then that you had noticed he was standing with the doors open. "Oh! That's right! (Y/N)- Tsu was worried about you!" Your brows furrowed in confusion, unable to picture the always calm and serene Tsukuyomi actually worried about you. "Really? Tsukuyomi?" Yosuga laughed at your reaction. "Yes, I know it's hard to believe so you better hurry down." "Uhh... right. Excuse me then..." You said, walking past both friends and towards the back rooms. The cold, stagnant air of the deepest part of Yomi hit you like a brick- it always did when you came to see him. But today, it seemed so much colder then usual. You never understood how the things down here could grow like they do- the grass, the trees... even the spring that sat in the center of this weird cave-like area shone like it reflected the brilliance of the moon. You walked up to the lone house that sat far from the entrance to the lonely cave, and moved the curtains to the side to enter the home. "Tsukuyomi?" You called out, placing your bag down beside the door. Whenever you came for the hair dye, Tsukuyomi asked you to stay for tea- but he had never not been present when you arrived. What was he doing? "Ah- (Y/N)!" A smile erupted on his face the moment he saw you, as he stood in the doorway to the rest of the building. "It has been a while. I am very glad to see you are alright." He held his arms out, and you already knew what he wanted. You nodded, giving him a smile as you walked up to his embrace. "It has been. Sorry I couldn't come sooner,

there was never a good time to step away from the red for a day.... everyone wants me for some reason, and apparently this month it was all of the bachelors in the district..." His arms were wrapped around you protectively, and upon finishing your sentance you swore you could feel them tighten ever so slightly around your form. The mysterious man didn't say a word in response. Instead, after a few more moments in his warm embrace he pulled away, looking down at you. His hand, hidden by his sleeve, came up to push away the scarf from your hair. He looked troubled. "I was worried about you. I feared that you had been discovered." You shook your head, pulling the scarf from your head and folding it up neatly in your hands. "No no, nothing like that. I'm sorry to make you worry." His troubled look didn't disappear, however. His white sleeve stroked your sideswept hair, seeing the colour powder leave it's traces on the bright cloth. You felt him hover my your cheek, before he lowered his hand once more. "Come. You must remove the colour immediately." "Huh?" Suddenly, he turned and vanished deeper into the building- which you could only presume was his house. You had never been inside it before- and you doubted anyone else had either. Your heartbeat quickened as you followed his fleeting figure down a hallway before watching him dart into a room. You took in a deep breath, before following him into the only room who's door was open. .......... "...Huh?" Tsukuyomi was bent over something that reflected the candles that surrounded it. A container of water? But upon hearing your shock, he stood up straight and turned to you with his usual gentle smile. You could see his sleeve was wet- where he had watched the powder stain the pristine white cloth beforehand. "The water is comfortable. I assume this will be sufficent for you to cleanse yourself?" You blinked. Once. Twice. "Huh???" "I will find you spare clothes. You may leave your current clothes next to the water." And with that, he walked right past you and left before you could say a word, shutting the door swiftly behind him. .....Did he really want you to bathe? Here??? Why so suddenly???? The container of water- a deep brown coloured circular bathtub- sat in the center of a large room lit with lanterns. Candles adorned the perimeter, giving a beautifully peaceful atmosphere to the scene. Potted plants lined the area, making it almost seem like the bath was instead a beautiful spring in the middle of a forest. Perhaps that was what it was meant to look like. You stepped up to the... bath, seeing the beautifully clear and shining water rest still within the tub. You met your reflection in the liquid, ....... (.......HE WANTS ME TO GET NAKED!?) The revelation hit you like a stray dodgeball- and your face erupted into a deep scarlet. The thin wooden door shifted to the side behind you, and you turned to see Tsukuyomi carrying neatly folded clothing, placing them on a nearby bush that stood out from the rest of the greenery- almost like it was meant to hold things. "Do not worry, my (Y/N). The water is taken from the spring on Tennyo island, and is blessed by Amatersau herself." "T-Tennyo island?! I-I really don't think I s-should be... uh..." You stared at the beautiful reflection of the room in the water, trying to figure out what this ever-mysterious man was thinking. "You must cleanse yourself, my dear. This water is safe for you. As is this place." "U-Uh...." You stiffened immediately as you felt Tsukuyomi's sleeved hands on your shoulders, slipping your sweater off your shoulders. "....." You seriously couldn't understand what was going on in his head. Why did you have to 'cleanse' yourself? Why do you need to remove the dye from your hair so urgently? Usually you just did it once you got back home and then reapplying the fresh dye he gave you.... You had let him take the sweater from your cold body, but upon feeling the soft cloth of his sleeves on your waist, you instantly pulled yourself away from him, turning to him with a

blush. "I-I can do it myself!" He looked downward, a smile on his face. "So be it." The two of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, as you waited for him to leave. Clearly, he wasn't about to let you get out of this. "U-Uh...? Tsukyomi? Aren't you going to.. uh... leave?" "Ah, that is what you are worried about." He looked upwards with a smile, and you still couldn't tell what was going on behind that deep golden eye of his. "I will not do anything you are uncomfortable with." "But I'm not comfortable taking off my clothes here....!" "That, I am afraid, is not a choice." He looked downward again, a troubled look crossing his features for a moment before he looked back up at you. "Would you prefer me to help-" "-NO!" Your voice reverberated around the room, your resounding decline of his offer coming out a bit louder then intended. "...No." You reaffirmed, but calmer this time. "I-I'm ok." You took in a deep breath, your hands going to the hem of your shirt as you turned away from his gaze. ...Was he seriously going to stay here??? Why????? You turned around again, intending to voice your questions to the man who insisted on your bath. "Why do I have to-" His sleeve suddenly came to your lips, and you narrowed your eyes on his outstretched arm before looking back up at him. All he did was give you his usual, beautiful smile.... and that's when you felt it. Gentle, but cold fingers on your hip. They curled under the hem of your shirt and lifted it up slowly, his other hand pulling away from your lips and revealing itself to meet the other side of your shirt. Your breath felt caught in your throat, as all you could do was stand there and blush as Tsukuyomi disrobed you. (....ok. There's no use fighting this. He's always been... a little weird like this. He probably... doesn't mean anything.... by this... right?) You steeled yourself, and allowed him to do as he wished. You gave in, and lifted your arms above your head. The hair on your neck raised at the feeling of his cold, pale fingers grazing the sensitive flesh of the top of your breast. Finally, your shirt was discarded, and Tsukuyomi took the fabric and folded it neatly, placing it on another bush close to the bath. As he did so, you moved to turn your back to him, swiftly taking off your pants and panties in one motion, but the man turned back to you before you could fold the denim. You could feel his gaze pierce your back, and you couldn't help but shudder. You went to move your hands to your back, standing awkwardly, but instead you felt Tsukuyomi's cold fingers graze against the top part of your back, right underneath your neck. You froze. "You haven't taken the proper precautions to prevent staining of your skin." His voice was soft, but there was a hint of something almost.... sinister, angry- in the way he said it. "I-I uh.... I tried. But it's difficult to-" Before you even realized it, your bra fell away from your chest, and you could feel the intense heat burning away at your cheeks. "Get in." Was he... angry? You assumed that you had accidentally gotten dye on your neck when you had last used it, but shouldn't it have washed out by now? And why would he be mad over that? He sounded like he always did when he spoke, but you couldn't help but feel something buried beneath the calm of his voice. You moved swiftly into the water, sinking your cold flesh deeper and deeper into the clear bath. The water was surprisingly warm and comforting. Tsukuyomi watched as you submersed yourself, his piercing gaze eyeing your every move. You sat down on the rounded protuding edge at the bottom of the bath, your body tense under Tsukuyomi's stare. (.....he's still here.) You turned to meet his gaze, finding him taking off his robe. ....WAIT WHAT!? "U-Uh- wait a second-!" You cried. What the hell was he doing!? He wasn't seriously going to get in with you was he!? Your face burned with heat, as you realized just what you got yourself into. But.... the pale man stayed quiet, and the only thing he took off were his

robes.... underneath, he wore a simple tank top. His skin was unbelievably pale. You averted your gaze quickly- realizing you were staring right at him. Your cheeks maintained their reddened state. Your thoughts raced, trying to figure out what was going on and if this was really the Tsukuyomi you knew. He... definitely wasn't acting like it. The man walked up to the edge of the bath, bending over slightly to dip his hands into the warm water. "Did you think I was going to join you?" He spoke huskily into your ear. You felt a shiver go down your spine as you felt his breath on your skin. You were sure the look on your face said it all, and you knew that your eyes were as big as saucers. "Tsu... this isn't funny..." You felt water run down your shoulders, your neck, your back.... and realized that Tsukuyomi was moving to cover the areas of your skin that had yet to touch the water. 'Tsu' remained silent, even after your objection. You tried to break the awkward silence. "I-I.... uh... can do it myself..." You said, but he made no movement to stop. He was gentle, and all you could hear was the steady pouring of water as it fell from his hands and onto your skin. You could see the water slowly turning red, no doubt from the dye that had apparently stained your skin. You felt his hands rub into the muscles of your shoulders, his fingers nimble and experienced. His hands slowly moved up your neck, and you felt your hair shift from his presence. With his other hand, he poured water over your head, and stroked your hair to pull out the remaining red powder that clung to your locks. Finally, your natural hair colour was revealed once again- something that nobody but you and him had ever seen. "This red does not suit you." "Huh?" "No colour of this island would suit you." "Uh...." He seemed to pick up the pace a little bit, working swiftly yet ever gentle to remove the dye. "I much prefer your natural appearance." Ah... that's what he was getting at. Maybe... now you could ask him why you had to dye your hair? You voiced your question to him, and for a moment he stopped. His hands remained on your head and in your hair, and suddenly he removed himself from you. But- soon after your face was covered in water that had been poured over your head. Tsukuyomi had been careful to not get water in your face before... until now, that is. "Hey!" You swiftly turned around and shot him a glare, water dripping from the hair that now covered your face. But he simply gave you a playful smile. "Your natural beauty had to be hidden." The glare that painted your expression swiftly disappeared, and was replaced with shock and a little bit of embaressment. "What?" Tsukuyomi continued to smile. "You needed to be protected from the people of this island. And in order to do so, you had to become one of them." Your brows furrowed. "Wait... why? Why did I need to be protected? The other outsiders were fine...." Your question was simply left unanswered- but Tsukuyomi's smile seemed to widen just a little bit. The water around you glimmered with a dull shade of deep pink from the dye that you had been freed from. Orange flickered on the surface from the candles that surrounded you... and infront of you, the only thing you could see in the pale man's deep golden eye was your reflection. "Recent events have made me realize that you are no longer safe from the people of this land. So I shall be taking you into my care permanently." He said with a look of concerned thought, his eye lowering to the ground for a moment. "Huh!?" Water splashed around you at your sudden movement, as you turned your entire body towards the man; making sure to keep your chest below the edge of the bath. Tsukuyomi turned his eye back to you, and it seemed to almost shine in the candlelight. "I do not wish for others to defile you. Here, I can protect you, and ensure that you are treated with love." "...love!?" That damned ever-present smile. The one that never betrayed his thoughts. That damned, beautiful smile. His hand came up to your

cheek, still wet from the water. "I do not wish for anyone else to touch you... I shall be the only one to do so. And I shall be the only one to know your true beauty." His hand was still cold, but.... it felt warmer then it did before. Your heart pounded away in your chest- it felt like it could burst out at any moment. Too soon however, Tsukuyomi pulled his hand away, and he looked down once more with a look of deep thought, his hand now on his chin. "I know I am being selfish..." He mumbled so quietly you almost didn't catch it. And you almost missed the flicker of sadness within his eye as well, but it lingered for just a moment too long. He looked back up at you, his smile returned. "Camellia informed me that I had to find something to live for." And there it was- his hand back upon your cool cheek. It didn't feel cold anymore. His hand was warm and comforting; and you could feel the gentle care behind his touch. "At first, I had resigned myself to looking after a sapling that had sprouted. But... then you appeared." Ah... that day that you had washed ashore. Tsukuyomi had found you, and brought you back to his home to nurse you back to health. You barely remembered that time- but you know it was soon after that that he decided you needed to hide your identity. "I do not wish to lose you.... I want to protect you from those who would do only harm to you." The blush returned to your cheeks, and you averted your eyes from his. You... had no idea he felt this way. Was this why you had to hide your true identity from everyone? Surely some people could be trusted, but.... Tsukuyomi didn't think so. "Tsu..." You mumbled; a start to a thought unfinished. Before you could process what was happening, Tsukuyomi leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was light- a true ghost of a touch. And as swiftly as he had kissed you, it ended. He pulled himself away from you, and turned away to do something. You looked down at the dull reddish-pink water around you, and your hand came up to your lips. It was as if you could still feel his cold touch. Your hand reached up into your hair, running through your wet head before bringing it back down to look at your palm. Sure enough, not a trace of the powdered dye was left. And from the looks of it, the dye was dissolving rapidly in the water around you. When you looked back up at Tsukuyomi, he had returned to wearing his robes, and was holding out the spare clothing he had brought for you earlier. Your eyes came to rest on the cloth in his hands, and.... it seemed to be similar to his. Red on white, with bits of yellow here and there. The smile he gave you felt different then before. Like.... it was filled with love. His eye was gentle as well, looking at you with affection. "Dry yourself, and I shall help you into your clothing." Again with the whole 'being naked infront of him' thing... You took a deep breath, giving in to him as you pulled your body up on shaky legs. You swiftly stepped out of the bath, and grabbed a nearby towel that the man before you had laid out for you. The white towel was quickly stained red from the remaining water and dye on your skin, but Tsukuyomi didn't seem to mind. You took a portion of the towel that hadn't been stained quite as much and ran it through your hair, trying to put it into it's usual place as much as you could. All the while Tsukuyomi watched you with that loving, affectionate smile. When you finished drying your body, you continued to hold the towel close to you, covering your naked form. Tsukuyomi moved to unfold the cloth he had prepared for you, placing it over your shoulders. It was warm, and... smelled like him. His face was suddenly next to yours, his breath hot on your ear. "I will take care of you. Whatever you desire, I will provide." His lips, warmer then they were before- pressed against your cool, damp cheek.

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The Only One for You - Olympia Soirée fanfic

Tsukuyomi wants to make a trip with his dear, dear child. A glimpse of Tsukuyomi's twisted mind before and during "Half-Moon", a bad ending in Akaza's route. Contains spoilers for Akaza's route.

TW: Abduction, Tsukuyomi being creepy and a bit predatory too and I mean it

Words: 2,530

Cross-posted to AO

Tsukuyomi watched a crease between his brows as his dear child ran out from Naraku, her steps echoing when they hit the stairs in a hurry as if she wished nothing but to get far away from him. No doubt she was running to the surface, to Akaza of the Red, so they could together save this cursed island and its disgusting habitants who did nothing but obsess over colors. The door shut after her with a heavy thump, imprisoning him with his regrets.

She really has fallen in love with that man.

Tsukuyomi sighed and shook his head. He had probably realized it even earlier than her. After all, he had seen the same look on many White women before her. Hakua had looked exactly the same when she came to tell him about a strange man from the Outside World, who had washed ashore and asked for his permission to take him as her husband. Both of their eyes were a bit distant and a voice soft, when they murmured the name of the man they had fallen to.

He sent an apology to Hakua, not being able to protect her only daughter, as he gave the spring a last glance and turned his back to it. He stepped from the moss-covered ground onto the porch of his house and made his way to the living room, the wooden floor creaking under his feet. The unfinished mandala rested against the stand with different colored paints and brushes in front of it. He would have to hurry if he wanted to finish it before everything would end. Tsukuyomi sat down, took a red-colored brush, and started working on a part that still demanded his attention.

His face tightened, as he added red paint to the canvas. It irked him to see the same red, the same color that man’s eyes and hair were.

I should have killed him when I had the chance.

He moved the brush a bit too fast, accidentally tainting a white color next to it, and clicked his tongue in annoyance. An easily avoidable mistake, of the kind he rarely did. But he could fix it when the red paint would dry. He put the red-colored brush down and took another brush, this time a white colored.

You can still save her.

Tsukuyomi furrowed and lowered his hand. Was it his own voice? Or was it merely a whisper from Shinimizu? He put the brush down and exited the house, striding to the edge of the Shimizu Spring. It looked the same as ever, the water still and clear. The half of Amaterasu’s mirror, which he had stolen from Kakurinomiya, lay on the bottom. Izanami’s glee from his offering and inevitable freedom rumbled under the surface as she fed strength from the mirror like a parasite that had long been denied nourishment.

Tsukuyomi chuckled, his foul mood fading away. It was amusing how he would be the one to release her when he had imprisoned her in the first place and even lost his powers as a god in the process.

He knelt at the edge of the spring, raising his sleeve to his arm, and ran his fingers in the water. The ripples appeared and vanished almost at the same time, much like how human life extinguished before it could even begin. When he had started to live in Naraku, he could tell which fleeting whispers in the air were his own musings and which ones were from the Shinimizu. Along the long, long years he had dwelled in Naraku, with no one to keep him company but his brother, it had stopped mattering whose voice he heard.

He scooped the cool water with his hand and swallowed it. He swept his mouth with his sleeve, water dripping a bit from the corner of his lips. A sheer curiosity and boredom had driven him to start drinking from the spring, but he had grown to appreciate the taste. The water soothed him like always, allowing him to see what was most crucial.

I can still protect her.

The mirror did have another half. The one that lay at the bottom of the Ikimizu Spring in Tennyo Island. He could just wait for Izanami to gain her powers back… but why should he wait? It would be far more efficient to just break the other half of the mirror. The result would still be the same; the Second World would drown and all of those who lived there.

Whereas he and his dear child, Byakuya… would make a little trip.

Just like in the past.

Tsukuyomi jumped up, something foreign, but warm bubbling inside of him, something that he had trouble recognizing. He placed his hand on his heart. It was excitement… and happiness.

He was not able to save Amaterasu, but this time… he could save Byakuya.

The tokyo-mushi fluttered to his view, crossing the spring. The glowing insect usually didn’t approach him as they both stayed as far away from each other as possible. He stretched his hand. He cared little for it, but it had once been his brother and a god. He could afford to show some courtesy. It landed on his hand and fluttered its green wings. Trapped in this simple and primitive life form as a punishment for what he did to Amaterasu, it could not communicate his desires if it even had any left at this point.

But Tsukuyomi could at times sense distant emotions or interest from it such as when his child came to visit Naraku for the first time. As it rested on his hand, a faint mix of emotions echoed to his awareness; sorrow and regret. It was as though they were standing on the opposite shores and it shouted at him, but he could hardly hear the words.

He sneered as there was no reason for him to listen to Susano-o’s pleading. “You are the last person I desire to hear that from.”

With a wave of his hand, it was forced to take flight like a lone leaf on the wind. Tsukuyomi turned his back to the spring, Naraku, and the Second World. He should not waste time. Douma and Hiruko knew about the existence of the other half. If they were fast enough, they could halt his plans. He smirked while he walked to the stairs. Hiruko was nothing to worry about, as he lacked the ambition to act. No doubt he was somewhere lurking in the shadows, which were the only place that welcomed such an unsightly creature as him, and weeping after his precious Amaterasu.

But Douma… Although his hair had started to turn grey over the years, he was the same as always; his eyes holding the same command and defiance that could challenge even the will of the gods. Very much like Byakuya pursed her lips together and raised her chin, eyes flashing a defiant glint when Tsukuyomi had tried to warn her about Akaza of the Red. The father and the daughter were truly alike.

He hurried up the stairs, while the sound of the bathhouse, its customers laughing and buzzing, grew louder the further he got up.

He knew without looking back that Susano-o tried to follow him, but he didn’t bother to stop or to turn around.

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Finally, the world had ended.

Only he and Byakuya were left. She was finally safe from Akaza of the Red and Amaterasu, resting in his arms like a doll. He stroked her hair, his hands trembling, and smiled widely; he didn’t recall a time he had felt so joyous. No more disgusting humans defiling and destroying those he cared for. She slept with her mouth a little open, but quietly. The only movement from her was the rising of her chest in a steady rhythm. She reminded him of the dolls he had built over the years. White, long hair, and porcelain skin. Perfect and stainless.

The sea of Shinimizu surrounded them in the darkness, waves cradling their boat gently like a mother would rock her child to sleep. The Shinimizu had engulfed both Tenguu and Tennyo Island and all the small islands. Everyone was finally equal in death, as the Shimizu did not segregate between colors. Every living mortal from main colors and lower classes, from babies to elders, rested at the bottom. The only memory left from the Second World was the moon shedding its pale light, the one he had to sacrifice his right eye for.

He had barely been on time, as she had come to look for the mirror as well, to use it to find the other half. But meeting her on Tennyo Island suited him just fine, as he wouldn't have to search for her. The sheer shock of him shattering the mirror in front of her had caused her to fall to the ground like a marionette, of which strings had been cut off. She didn’t need to lay on the cold ground for long, as he had taken her in his arms and carried her to the boat before the overflowing Shinimizu could reach them.

Tsukuyomi fixed a lone strand of hair from her face behind her ear. It had been a long time since he had cradled Byakuya like this. As a little, she had snuggled against him when he read her stories or when they gazed at the stars in the same boat they were now. Whenever he came to visit Tennyo Island and landed on the shore, she was already waiting for him, waving her hand and jumping up and down. The moment he had both of his feet on solid ground, she would throw her small arms around his neck, babbling about whatever was going on in her mind. From time to time, Hakua asked him cautiously if her daughter was being a nuisance. His answer was always no, she could never bother him. He had enjoyed every moment they spent together; be it him teaching her various things from the world while she listened carefully to every word of his, or him taking care of her wounds and comforting her if she hurt herself while playing too roughly.

How much time had passed. As a child, she had been a scrawny little thing and weighed hardly anything. He easily carried her back to her mother, if she fell asleep in his arms. Holding her at the boat, when she was a grown-up, was both a familiar and foreign feeling when her childhood days were both near and long gone.

But… she fit so perfectly in his embrace like this was where she was supposed to be all along.

In his arms.

A feeling of peace and warmth filled him. He chuckled amused as he caressed her cheek. Perhaps he had waited for too long and he should have broken the mirror the day she turned 18 years old.

"Dear child, it seems that the world has ended," he said, gazing up at the moon. “But you and I are safe here. You will not become Amaterasu now." He tried searching inside of him a regret of not being able to see his sister or a longing for her. Nothing.

“And, you were also able to escape from that red-haired man. Wonderful, isn’t it? I am very glad I was able to protect you.” He had indeed saved her. But there was still so much for them to come. “We will travel together to a new world. We will sleep aboard this boat, just like when you were little. When you awaken, I will tell you a story you have never heard before.” He still had many stories to tell, countless stories she had not heard of.

“Byakuya…” he said, her name sweet on his lips, and traced her cheek softly. “I will always be on your side, and I will always wish only for your happiness. I do know you loved that man” —Tsukuyomi grimaced as a needle picked his heart at the memory of her declaring to him that she was going to take him as her husband—“but he would only have brought you misfortune. Which is why I am here to protect you. You do understand, yes?”

"Akaza…" A whimper escaped from her lips and she tossed her head, as though she was having a nightmare.

“He is no longer here.” Tsukuyomi stroked her hair to soothe her sleep. “You have only me now.”

She would need him in the same way she had needed him as a little. His lips quirked up as a realization dawned on him. No… It would have to be different this time. After all… she would have no one but him. He alone would have to fill every void in her heart; he would serve as her father, brother, protector…

And lover, if she wished.

“I am the only one who can love you," he stated, tasting the words in his mouth.

When she would open her eyes, she would no doubt wail for Akaza of the Red and for all of those she had lost. In all likelihood, she would curse and yell at him, maybe even attack him in rage. When her rage would fade and reality would reveal itself to her, she would fall to the depths of despair. But she would have him pull her up from the abyss.

When she would cry, he would dry and kiss her tears away. If she saw nightmares, she could listen to his singing and rest in his embrace. She could cling to him whenever she wished, as he would always be there for her. He would never defile her like he had promised. But… when she could not handle the loneliness anymore and would be desperate to feel another being's warmth, he would be there to offer her that.

When she would have shed enough tears she would see that her happiness was with him, she would once again throw his arms around his neck and bless him with a radiant smile that warmed every corner of his heart and soul.

Tsukuyomi kissed her gently on her forehead as a promise of their life together, careful not to wake her up. When his lips met her skin, his heart pounded a little faster, the sensation surprising even himself. He hadn't felt that way ever since he had been a child and Amaterasu had given him a soft kiss on his cheek with a promise to take him as her husband.

“So you will do the same and love me too,” he whispered to her ear.

The crease between her brows relaxed as she gave out a weak whine and curled up. He tightened his hold on her as she huddled closer to him like a small animal searching for warmth.

Tsukuyomi rocked her like he had done when she had wept after his father and fell asleep in his arms exhausted from crying. He began to sing the same song he had then sung for her.

She sighed as though she was back in the past with him, reliving those happy times.

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