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pain-somnia · 4 years

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ssm 2k20 day 10: colors of you and me Title: when eye see you Rating: T Disclaimer Day’s Notes: are y’all sick of soulmate AUs? ‘Cause i’m not! Here’s a soulmate au where everyone has heterochromia until they look their soulmate in the eye. And yes there is some inspiration from Jun’s Kitchen in this. It’s my favorite YouTube channel. Minor pairings: ItaKarin and SasoObi. I could have made this longer but I needed to make it shorter lol this fic was impossible to end it was actually meant to be shorter than it is

Sighing to himself, Sasuke brushes his hair out of his face, moving his bangs aside to reveal the vivid sea foam green eye.

Unlike his own dark gray eye, the green one has perfect vision. The optician marks the measurements for both eyes, noting that he needs a slightly stronger prescription for his own eye and a false lens for his partner eye. It was suggested that he switch to contacts so that he would wear one on the eye that truly belonged to him, but Sasuke hates putting things in his eyes.

Some thought he was lucky. The color of his soulmate’s eye is uncommon and that supposedly meant that it would be easier to find them. If he wants to, he can hire one of those people who made a living off of locating people with matching eye colors, but Sasuke doesn’t care about any of that.

Yeah, it was annoying that his eyes were unbalanced when it came to visual impairment and maybe it was ridiculous how often people told him his match had such a beautiful eye color, but Sasuke wants nothing to do with society’s obsession with soulmates.

Riding the train home, Sasuke hides his partner eye behind his bangs. The color catches attention wherever he goes and he’s tired of it. People always want to see the contrasting colors, how vivid it is against the dark colors of his eye and his hair.

It is said that green eyes are lucky, that when people meet their green eyed match that their union would be blessed with great happiness.

Sasuke doesn’t feel very lucky about it when he has relatives fussing over him about finding his match.

Walking into his family home, his nose is invaded with the stench of burnt vegetables. Slipping out of his shoes and tossing his bag next to the genkan, Sasuke opens up the screen door that opens up to the engawa and backyard.

“Karin?” He calls out towards the kitchen from across the informal sitting room. His phone chimes with the arrival of a message and he opens it, not bothering to walk into the other room to check on her. “What are you trying to do now?”

“It’s called cooking!” He heard her shout back from somewhere in the kitchen.

“Oh, gods…”

Karin is his older brother’s match. Originally just a classmate, then his friend—and now most likely his future sister-in-law—Uzumaki Karin is one of his closest friends and, truthfully, the worst cook in the world.

But that’s okay because Itachi is one of the best cooks in the world and spoils her by feeding her and her ridiculously large appetite.

When Sasuke first met Karin, he hadn’t thought anything about her russet color eye paired with a dark gray one or of it being just like the combination his brother had. It’s a common coloring pair, nothing special. But when Sasuke brought her home with two of their friends and she looked Itachi in the eye, they witnessed the moment Itachi’s partner eye shifted colors to match his actual eye and when Karin’s eyes shifted to a matching russet set.

And then they all winced when she shrieked in discomfort because Itachi's prescription for his lenses is a lot stronger than her own.

He really should have known that Karin is his brother’s match. Karin said that her mother told her she was born with her partner eye and Itachi’s had manifested when he was five years old. And then there were the anecdotes of her life that matched with some of the visions Itachi had shared with him.

The ability isn’t as common as their color pairing and it catches more attention, but it’s usually negligible as most sight sharers are not given any visions that help them locate their matches especially because it is an ability more common in children.

Karin’s line to him on their first day of high school was: “I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. But like as a kid.”

They call it sight sharing and that strong emotions are required for it to work. That is why children who are more free with their emotions and are having new experiences to react towards are able to send visions to their matches. Due to their age, most children aren’t even aware that they are sight sharing.

Sasuke has seen his own glimpses. Blurry images impeded by tears and a long fringe of pink hair. A blonde girl with a blue-green eye and one inky black eye holding out a red hair ribbon. The largest bowl of anmitsu he has ever seen in his life. A harbor with boats rocking where they were docked, the water choppy and the sails flapping wildly in the middle of a storm.

He still gets glimpses, even this late in his teens, and he’s not sure how he feels about having a match that felt so strongly, whose emotions were as vivid as fireworks on a clear night sky.

“How did you convince my mother to let you cook in her kitchen? Alone?”

“She loves me.”

And it’s the truth. Uchiha Mikoto has always been a sucker for soulmates finding each other. She showers Karin with affection whenever possible and even Sasuke’s cousin’s match—a short redhead named Sasori with hazel eyes, a curious combination of brown and gray with flecks of gold and green—is subject to her doting.

Sasuke couldn’t describe what Itachi and Karin have as love. There is a fondness his older brother has for Karin that cannot be hidden when he’s giving her soft smiles and treating her gently. It could be love with time, but Sasuke can’t help but wonder if Itachi would have opened up to a relationship with Karin even if she wasn’t his match, or was the opportunity to become more only presented because the universe had forced them into it.

He is told he is lucky because of the color of his match’s eye being uncommon and thus easier to find. He’s lucky because his soulmate is close to him in age, his partner eye not having formed until he was still a baby of only eight months. But Sasuke believes the truly lucky ones are his parents who share the same eye coloring and are in love. They could be soulmates or maybe not. But they love each other despite the odds and it’s not something the universe can say it had a hand in.

Universe or not, Sasuke wanted more of a choice.

Blinking her eyes, Sakura waits for her contact to settle in her partner eye. It was unfortunate that she had needed to adjust the prescription, but at least she saved money by only needing a contact for a single eye.

Grabbing her eyeliner, Sakura traces her lash line delicately, first over one green eye like seaglass and then over the eye with the color reminiscent of storm clouds. Her partner eye has always reminded her of those clouds, fat and heavy with rain, rolling over the sea and waiting to unleash over her harbor hometown.

It’s a beautiful eye, but Sakura had the misfortune of being born with her partner eye. It made it impossible to age her match. They could be someone only a bit older or a grown adult. With the state of their visual impairment, Sakura wonders if her soulmate is someone that is elderly.

It’s something that she perhaps will never know. She isn’t as lucky as her cousin who found his soulmate while he was bar hopping so Sakura’s decided that it’s probably best that she doesn’t search for her soulmate, not to put her hopes on someone she may never find.

It makes it easier to forget them considering she’s so sure she’s in love with her online friend.

It’s strange but she loves him, she really does. She’s never seen his face because they agreed that it would put a strain on their relationship if they knew about each other’s eyes. What had started as a simple exchange with a boy from Tokyo about a photo she had posted to her blog ended up becoming so much more.

His name is Sasuke but he went online by Taka. He wouldn’t give Sakura his last name and asked that she didn’t give him hers so that they wouldn’t be tempted to search for each other online. He had just turned eighteen in July and was planning on going to Handai for university not even an hour from Tsuji Culinary Institute.

Sasuke is going to be so close.

The two of them had been talking to each other ever since they had entered their respective high schools and after two and a half years of conversation they had decided that the time to meet in person was approaching. Sasuke was going to visit with his cousin and his cousin’s soulmate during winter vacation to look into apartments and the area that Sasuke would make his new home after he graduated high school. It was presumptuous that he would pass the entrance exam and be accepted but she knew how confident Sasuke is and about his test scores. Sakura is supposed to meet with him when he is able to shake off his cousin and his soulmate. They played games together and streamed shows and movies but mostly they streamed the same music and listened together sending messages or talking softly on the phone, but they didn’t call them dates so that their first official date would be one where they were face to face.

More often than not, Sakura falls asleep listening to Sasuke talk over the phone. She is an early riser and he is a night owl so she tends to drift off in the middle of their hours-long LINE calls. She enjoys listening to his voice, the deep timbre of it is soothing.

She can’t wait to hear it and see if his face matches the wonderful sound.

He found her through a video his brother had been watching to learn a new recipe.

Sasuke had found it unusual that Sakura━or “Cherry” as she went by online━didn’t show her face. It’s easier to find one’s soulmate if one’s eyes are exposed, but she never showed her face. Even in her social media accounts she never posts selfies. Sakura’s photos are always of locations or foods she made or of food spots she visited.

She had told him she didn’t want to be bombarded with messages from people claiming she was their match. She didn’t want strangers bothering her and raising her hopes up for nothing and that the only thing they cared about was her eyes.

Sasuke doesn’t care if it’s abnormal to feel affection for someone that he’s never seen. It started with a curiosity that led him to looking through her blog and then he saw it. He saw a photo of the sea before a storm hit over a harbor and it looked just like the glimpse he received a few years ago.

All he wanted to know was where the photo was taken.

And now he’s in a relationship with the person that took the photo.

Sasuke knows the odds of finding his soulmate are low and there’s no guarantee that he would even like them. His cousin Obito had gotten lucky and even Itachi who is fond of Karin despite their differences and Karin’s comparatively high energy levels. It is a gamble and he doesn’t care for the odds. He would rather grow to love a stranger that isn’t his match and be like his great-uncle Madara who never found his soulmate and when his soulmate died, his partner eye turned milky white and blind.

It is much preferable to be blind in one eye and happy than perpetually alone simply because he couldn’t be with his soulmate.

“Here you go.” His older brother interrupts his and Karin’s study session and offers her a small tray with a glass bowl that was leaking a cool mist. Karin squeals and takes out her phone, taking a video as she reveals the smaller bowl inside with a chocolate lid that is cutely decorated with flowers made with icing and berries.

“Did...did you really use dry ice for this?” Sasuke looks on as Karin takes a bunch of photos before digging into her sweet treat.

Itachi shrugs and hands Karin a spoon. “Cherry posted a video about a blueberry cheesecake made with homemade yogurt, so I had to recreate it.”

“I’ll tag her on Instagram when I post these photos.” Karin shoves her books away and pulls the cheesecake closer so that she could dig in. “Ohmygawd this is so good.”

Of course it is. Sasuke looks over Karin’s study materials for Todai. His parents want him to go there, but he made his decision to be closer to Sakura.

She wonders how he would feel about her accent. The Kansai dialect would be something Sasuke has to get used to if he is going to live in the area. Her cousin is still thrown off at times when he hears the dialect.

Sakura has invited him out to eat some tecchiri at Zubora-ya in Dōtonbori because it’s the best place for fugu despite it being almost an hour by train from Handai. Luckily his cousin has a car and is able to drive them around just so she doesn’t cause Sasuke any trouble before he even gets to meet her.

Snow is swirling around her, flurries landing in her long lashes as she waits under the giant blowfish lantern. She’s never been good with the cold but it’s keeping her grounded as her stomach tumbles with anxiety.

Would Sasuke see her and decide he would prefer to wait for his soulmate?

Will three years of conversations come to a halt when they sit across from each other and are unable to carry on the conversation in person?

Sakura is tempted to walk over to the Lawson and grab something hot to drink and use the walk to calm her nerves. She’s just about to make a break for it when she spots a trio heading towards her. The person standing in the middle is roughly the same height as her with rusty red hair—the red Sasuke had told her to expect from his cousin’s soulmate. Red that belongs to—Sasori?

What was he doing here? Her cousin hadn’t mentioned anything about traveling to Osaka. And now he was walking towards her with his boyfriend, Obito, and a pretty boy she has never seen before.

For a moment Sakura can’t breathe properly and it takes her a few seconds to realize it’s because her inhales and exhales are at too fast of a rhythm for her to actually be intaking oxygen. Hyperventilating will have her passing out right when she’s supposed to meet Sasuke—right when he’s potentially in front of her.

Her hair is pink, a soft shade he couldn’t miss, so when the attractive boy makes his way to stand in front of her, Sakura knows that it’s Sasuke.

Inky black hair frames his angular face. Why hadn’t he warned her that he was pretty? Sakura’s eyes rove his face, taking note of the curve of his lips, the point of his nose, and his high cheekbones that are kissed by eyelashes just as inky black as his hair when he blinks.

Those eyelashes frame one visible eye—the other hidden by hair—and what a beautiful eye it is. Shielded by a pair of glasses, his eye is gray and stormy and oh so familiar.

And the moment she looks at it directly, her left eye stings in discomfort.

“Shit!”

Sasuke’s eyes widen as the pink haired girl clutches her left eye. She’s cursing as she messes with her eye and throws something on the ground.

A contact.

His feet had moved and his hands had raised to steady her and help in any way he could before he had even processed what just happened.

“Ow…” She grumbles as Sasuke examines her red rimmed eye. His hands freeze from where he’s cupping her face as he looks into a matching pair of seafoam green eyes.

It’s at that moment that he realizes his left eye’s vision is blurry behind its false lens.

“Are you Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asks—because of course she’s Sakura, how many pink haired girls would be waiting under a giant blowfish and asking for someone with his old fashioned name?

“Sakura?”

“Well, that’s a little forward,” Sasori scolds him, attempting to shove him out of the way. “No honorific? Already getting handsy? Tsk, tsk.”

“Sasori-niisan?” Sakura’s attention is stolen for a moment and she turns her focus on Obito’s boyfriend despite the fact that Sasuke is holding her face in his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Fugu. Why else?” Sasori snaps his fingers and gestures to Obito who is pulling eye drops from his messenger bag and ready to play nurse.

“What were the fucking odds?” Sasuke mutters under his breath, taking the saline solution from his cousin and dropping it into Sakura’s irritated eye. Fortunately, all of her poking hadn’t done much damage.

She’s crying, but with how she’s smiling it can’t be anything bad and he always knew his soulmate was an emotional person. Sakura’s brushing his hair away from his left eye and letting out a watery giggle at what she sees before covering her mouth with her hands to suppress the sob that leaked between her laughter.

“You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you.” Sakura looks up at him in awe but then her eyebrows draw down into a frown. She was going to make him dizzy with how quickly she flickered through emotions. “Gosh you’re tall.”

“Good thing your hair’s pink.” Sasuke cards his fingers through her hair and teases her. “With your height, I might have never found you.”

Sakura pouts, narrowing pretty green eyes at him, and it makes the moment all the sweeter. A small part of him cheers at how lucky he got that Sakura ended up being so cute but mostly he’s still in shock at the discovery that his online girlfriend ended up being his soulmate. He had given up on the idea of finding his soulmate just for them to be the person he chose over the idea of the universe’s match for him.

But, with the coincidences, did the universe actually have a hand in their connection? His older brother was a fan of her cooking vlog and his cousin was paired up with hers.

And speaking of her cousin...

“Are we getting fugu or what?”

“We’re having a moment here.” Sasuke should have just asked his older brother to come with him on his apartment scouting trip. He had no one else but himself to blame for letting Obito and Sasori come along. He should have known better.

“Have your moment inside.” Sasori pushes at the back of Sasuke’s knee with his heeled boot. “It’s cold and I want the fugu I was promised.”

“Wait a minute…” Sakura’s voice is low, and she eyes her cousin suspiciously. “You knew Sasuke-kun this whole time, Sasori-nii?”

Straightening up, Sasuke turns to glare at Sasori as well. He has been dating Sasuke’s cousin for five years and not once had he mentioned having a cousin with the exact eye pairing that Sasuke has—had.

A rare color pairing that’s supposed to be lucky. Sneaking a glance at Sakura with her green eyes and with the knowledge that she’s the person he’s been growing attached to all of these years, Sasuke’s ready to admit—if only a little—that maybe he is lucky.

No one let his family know that he had that thought.

“You guys didn’t want to know,” Sasori answers, opening up the door to the restaurant. “So, fugu?”

Sasuke and Sakura exchange a look and she smiles up at him encouragingly. Sasuke didn’t come here looking for his soulmate. He came to meet Sakura—just Sakura. He now had a matching set of eyes but it didn’t change anything, not really.

He had already made his choice and it was just luck that the universe had dealt him a winning hand.

“Let’s go find out why this place is so great.”

“Well, have you ever had blowfish before?” Sakura asks, allowing him to guide her inside the restaurant with his hand on the small of her back.

“No, but I kind of like not being potentially poisoned.”

“It makes me feel alive,” Sasori interjects, raising four fingers at a server to signal how many are in their party.

“You’re going to have to be more adventurous.” Sakura flashes a mischievous smile in his direction as they follow their cousins to a table. “I’m going to drag you everywhere and make you try lots of different food.”

“Tough talk from someone that can’t eat spicy food.”

Sakura splutters, cheeks burning red. She hides behind a menu and mutters something about “an abnormal dislike of sweets.”

He’s only seen her face for less than twenty minutes, but he’s decided that he likes how easily her feelings come across it, especially when she flushes from embarrassment.

“It will be nice to video call you from now on,” he casually mentions from over his own menu, watching from his peripheral as her fingers tighten around her menu.

“Your weird flirting is going to spoil the taste of the fugu.” Sasori glares at him over his tea, taking a prim sip.

“You don’t even have taste buds,” Sasuke mutters, wishing even more now that he hadn’t asked Obito to drop him off. “You shouldn’t even have any fugu rights. How could you not know that we were meeting your cousin?”

“Sakura is a common name, don’t try to come for me. I still haven’t given my blessing to this union.”

Sakura snorts from behind her menu and says, “Okay, sure dad.”

She sets her menu down and smiles so sweetly that Sasuke’s tempted to stand up and make a run for it with her, just completely abandon their cousins. Sasori is distracted by the promise of raw blowfish and he’s sure whatever punishment Sasori could come up with would be worth it.

“Video calls would be nice,” Sakura offers, ignoring Sasori’s forced gagging sounds. “But maybe tomorrow we could go out and fix your glasses situation?”

“Yeah,” Sasuke clears his throat and adjusts the pair he’s wearing with only one true lens, “that would be helpful.”

“Then it’s a date!” She chirps. Her eyes gleam when she’s happy and green really is such a nice color, especially on her and not in his reflection.

“Awwww,” Obito coos, pinching Sasuke’s cheek. “You two are adorable.”

“We’re leaving Obito and Sasori behind tomorrow,” Sasuke snaps, slapping Obito’s hand away.

“I don’t care,” Sasori waves a hand dismissively at him, “just let me eat my fugu and you can keep my cousin for the day. Just return her how you leave with her.”

“You’re incorrigible, Sasori-nii.” Sakura rolls her eyes but she smiles fondly at her older cousin as he steals slices of blowfish from Obito’s artfully decorated plate.

Sakura chats cheerfully with his cousin and talks about how one of the things she wants to do in the future is learn how to prepare fugu properly. Sasuke’s seen the stuff she’s made for her vlog and he doesn’t doubt that one day she’ll be able to prepare it and even make the slices of blowfish into the flower shapes the restaurant forms for their plating.

It’s then that Sasuke is hit with the fact that in a few months that he won’t be watching her from a monitor, that he could be in the kitchen with her if he asked and she was okay with it. He’ll get to spend afternoons with her the same way Karin and Itachi do and go on day trips like Obito and Sasori.

And he made that happen. It was his decision to message her. It was his decision to continue talking to her and get to know her.

Maybe the universe had a hand with all of the coincidences, but it was Sasuke that Sakura wanted. Not his eye but him.

“What’s up?” Sakura asks him as she polishes off the last bit of her serving of tecchiri.

Just thinking about how the universe works.

“Were you ever told that green eyes were lucky?”

Sakura’s eyes widen at the question. Her lips part in shock but she quickly closes them when Sasori snorts behind his napkin. Leave it to Sasori to find a way to snort primly. Even his chuckling has an air of superiority to it. It’s no wonder he didn’t link him and Sakura as familial relations.

Sakura elbows her cousin in the arm to silence him and he throws a glare in her direction.

“Actually,” Sakura’s face flushes once again, “in my family the superstition is that gray eyes are the lucky ones.”

Heat travels up Sasuke’s neck, and the pleasant feeling in his chest can’t be stifled even with Sasori’s smug expression—probably brought on by the fact that his eyes have splashes of gray in them.

“But if it’s green in your family, I guess that means we’re doubly lucky, huh?”

Sakura’s eyes are bright and with the way they sparkle when she’s feeling so fantastically happy, he can’t help but think once again that her left eye was definitely wasted on him.

Sasuke smiles fondly at her cheerful expression and has to suppress the desire to roll his eyes at his own thoughts when he remembers his mother’s stories about green eyes bringing joy.

“Guess that makes us triply happy then, Obito,” Sasori interjects yet again. “I’ve got green and gray in my eyes and you have gray eyes.”

“I guess we are,” Obito cheers, tapping his pint of beer against Sasori’s glass.

“We were having a moment here,” Sasuke grumbles over his cousin’s chortles.

He’s definitely ditching them tomorrow.

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lady-spieroles · 4 years

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Remember Me

Oops more Mianitian Isles fic. There’s not enough about Ianite. So have a 2500 word Ianite-centric thing.

I can pretty much guarantee that a lot of this will no longer be canon as we learn more about the world and more of the story unfolds. As it stands now, this is the best I can do, especially considering how much secret conversations are occurring between the players and their respective gods. I watch Sparklez POV mainly but have seen glimpses of how Mianite speaks to Karl and how Dianite speaks to Tom in private chat. For now I am going with what Sparklez knows.

Enjoy and as always

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Ianite woke up one morning with the strangest feeling. It was a sensation of wholeness and rightness, like something she hadn’t known she’d lost had suddenly been found. She’d felt a bolster to her strength as well, as though this feeling was boosting the fledgling powers she possessed. She wished mother was here. Mother had known all there was to know about the divinity she and her brothers were destined to grow into. Mother had been the one to see visions that became prophecies. Mother had known what awaited them when they got older. Mother would know what was happening. Gods did Ianite miss her mother.

Over the next several days, Ianite’s dreams were filled with visions. She was used to the chittering voices that accompanied her thoughts, the voices of a thousand of her lives Mother had told her when she was younger, but Ianite had only rarely seen visions from these lives. Were these new visions part of the feeling she’d had? Were they part of the change?

In one dream she was caged, shackled with burning molten chains, her sweet little Dianite warped into a demonic creature sneering down at her. This version of her had been mostly forgotten by the people of the realm, leaving her next to powerless to do anything but resign herself to her prison. But she still had a sense of hope, He was coming. He would save her. She had no idea yet who He was, but deep in her bones she knew He would not abandon her. This was the version of Him she had the greatest desire to meet. This was the one who’d all but created her after she had been forgotten.

In another it was she who stood above Dianite and Mianite both, imprisoning them so that they would sow no more destruction across the world. She ruled this realm with an iron force of balance, a life for a life. The only true measure of balance. He stood at her side in this world, an enforcer of her will, armed with enchanted bow and sword, an unstoppable warrior. This dream scared her, made her fearful of what she was capable of if she chose that path. But still He remained loyal, despite this version of herself being so different from the others.

In yet still another she sat on a hill overlooking a quaint port town with a castle at its center, watching a pair of children run and play. The children looked to her with joy in their eyes and love in their souls. And He sat at her side, entwined His fingers with her own and pressing His lips to her cheek. This was the life Ianite would choose if she had to pick another. It was this dream she liked the most. The Ianite of this world was happy.

While all her dreams bore great differences, there was one similarity among them. There was always a man at her side. His appearance differed little through each reality, only his dress and age seemed to change, though no matter what He always wore the oddest glasses upon His face. He was hers, the voices said. He was the only one throughout every life that supported her and followed her no matter where she led. He was only one man though and each version of her got their chance to have Him by her side. And now, she realized, He was here in her world. It was finally her turn.

She felt the change in the air when the worlds synced. It was an influx of energy unlike anything she or her brothers had ever felt. Without a word to one another, they went their separate ways to think about what was happening. Mianite disappeared into the clouds to his ‘fortress’ (though Ianite knew it was little more than a fort made of cloud matter, her little brother was imaginative like that), Dianite ventured to his underground ‘lair’ (a cave he’d managed to cultivate life in despite the lack of sun, goodness her brothers had active minds), and Ianite herself went to the sea cave where she liked to be alone and gather her thoughts.

When the burst of power came, it was so abrupt and strong that Ianite nearly fell from the rock she was sat upon and into the sea. “My powers… They are coming to be real!” She said to herself in astonishment, looking down at her hands. She had a faint purple glow about her and for the first time in her memory, she could silence the voices of her other lives that were in her head. She finally had control.

Across their realm, both brothers had similar experiences of power, giving their own words of shock and acceptance. None of the three knew the source but only Mianite understood that this was not a coincidence. Whomever had caused the sync between worlds had caused this strengthening. It was something he must investigate. The prophecy of their mother had spoken of the coming of heroes who would give them the strength to finally overthrow their father. After all these years, it was finally time.

When Ianite returned home, she noticed the change within her brothers. Both had a similar glow to them that she herself had, though in red and blue respectively. None of them commented on the change when clearly all three had experienced it. They knew Mother’s prophecy, they knew what they were destined to do. It had been nearly a millenia ago when she’d first told them, disguising their fate within a bedtime story. Once Mother had gone, Ianite, as the eldest, had become the reluctant guardian to her brothers, doing her best to keep their home at balance as only she was able. But now it seemed, her time was coming to an end. Soon their Chosen Champions would be calling out to them and things would change forever between the three of them. She would miss this calm, the peace between Order, Chaos and Balance. But even she was growing restless and tired of waiting.

When she fell asleep that night, she used her new power to bring forth the dream of the port town. But this time, she saw not the man that Ianite had married, but the version of Him from the world where Ianite had been imprisoned. He had traveled across the dimensions to that one, here in this world He would do as He had done in the last, make choices that he believed would be in her best interests rather than His own. He was loyal, all versions of Him were, but this one especially. Secretly, the Ianite who fell asleep now, hoped she might meet Him who had been the one to give her strength in the world where she’d had none, to give her life when she'd given up on it. She knew not His name, but did know His face and was very eager to meet Him, however long it took.

She was in the sea cave a week later when she felt the pull. She heard a new voice in her head, that of a man. “SMITE YEE ALMIGHTY IANITE” he called to her. The pull grew stronger and stronger and then she saw a room of purple and white stone, an illustration of herself decorated a wall and when she turned, there He was.

She didn’t know what to say, all this time and she was at a loss for words upon laying eyes on Him.

“Hello!” She said, deciding to begin simply.

“Milady.” He greeted, inclining his head. “How are you?”

There were others there, but she cared little for them right now. All she cared about was that He was here. The man that all other versions of her trusted and believed in was here for her.

“I wasn’t expecting to be here so soon.” She admitted.

“I wasn’t expecting it either.” He agreed.

She looked around the temple they were in. She knew other versions of Him were skilled builders and apparently this one was as well. She wanted nothing more than to stay and speak to Him and get to know Him but already she felt the power that had pulled her here starting to wane.

“I can’t stay long… but this place! This is beautiful!” She told Him, hoping it would lessen the blow that she was leaving so soon.

“Thanks I worked hard!” He said with pointed enthusiasm while the other men snickered behind him. Perhaps they had teased His capabilities and her praise had given Him the validation He’d desired?

She looked around further and nodded to herself and Him. This would be her temple most certainly. This would be the place she would channel her power through. “Yes, this will be fine! I love it! Thank you!”

She’d decided to ignore the incorrectness of the portrait, figuring that in another realm, the Ianite He knew must have had eyes like this. The other men however were not so keen on letting it slide. The man who’d called her, a priest, she realized once he spoke, was the first to draw attention. All but opening the floodgates for the other two to ask questions.

Ianite noticed the way her Champion blushed, embarrassed by his mistake. “It’s called heterochromia…” she defended “and I think it makes me cute!”

“Yes! Very cute!” Her champion agreed immediately. She chuckled at His eagerness to impress.

One of the other men, who appeared to be a zombie? asked after Dianite. “Dianite?” She questioned “He’s fine. I’m sure you’ll meet him soon.”

“Dianite is super nice right?” Her champion asked with a mischievous look in his eye. “Like just a great dude?”

“Oh he’s very sweet.” She agreed. Confused by the way the zombie argued with the others at her confirmation.

He tried to find out more but she chose not to answer. He’d meet Dia soon enough. “But I really can’t stay.” She told her champion with a frown.

“Why not?” The priest asked.

She knew it was not her place to tell them the full truth. They need not know of what was to come, not yet at least. They’d only just met. “I left because of a great evil in this land.” She told them.

The zombie shouted in disbelief but she waited only for her champion's reaction. “Fenrir?” He asked “Is that the evil?” How he knew of Fenrir she wasn’t certain, but was not yet certain if she should tell them more. She would speak to her brothers once they’d met the heroes themselves and decide on a course of action.

“Please… give me another day. I will return for good.” She promised, looking to Him. He was the one she was to trust and believe in, not any of the others. Though perhaps she might confide somewhat in the priest, he seemed to know more than the others. He was the one who’d summoned her after all.

“Tomorrow you’ll be back forever?” her champion asked, a hint of pleading desperation behind the lenses of His glasses. She knew that other versions of herself had been lost to Him or had taken Him quite some time to meet. He didn’t want to lose her again.

“Well, as long as forever can truly be. But yes.”

The relief on His features gave her hope that she might be enough for Him who had lost so much.

The moment was ruined when an arrow struck the column beside her with a shout of accusation from the zombie. In an instant her champion had drawn His bow and fired an arrow at the zombie. It didn’t connect, a warning shot, but an efficient one. Her other selves had not been mistaken, He hadn’t hesitated to defend her despite there being no harm done.

“Mister Zombie. I think you dropped this arrow.” She said pointedly, pulling it from the stone and throwing it back to him while he continued to make accusations about who’d fired the shot. He opened his mouth to make an excuse but stumbled back when her champion rammed into him with a trident’s magic. The other’s laughed at the zombie’s expense, the zombie joining a moment later, clearly used to the teasing.

“That sounds like one of my brother’s ‘pranks’.” She chuckled along with them.

The priest tried to revisit her avoidance of the mention of the great evil but her champion asked further of her brothers. Whether He knew he was giving her a way to avoid answering the priest she wasn’t sure, but either way she took the opportunity.

“Mia would prank us both. No idea why.” She told him, confused by their surprise.

“Mianite does pranks? Not Dianite?” Her champion asked, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

What world did they come from where Dianite was the mischievous one? Neither of her brothers were particularly ruthless, though she supposed Mianite was the one who more often started quarrels between them.

“But, really, I think I should leave.” She told them, frowning slightly at the disappointment on His face. “If I can come back, maybe my brothers can too. Go see them!” She urged. She’d had her time to speak with the heros, her brothers deserved the same chance. She knew that they were just as eager to meet them as she was.

“Ok, we will.” Her champion assured her.

The Priest spoke further to them and she took the chance to look around. Despite the issue with the portrait, it really was a lovely temple. The portrait was clue enough that He’d known her before, for if she’d never seen Him in this world then He’d never seen her here either. He’d chosen colors and materials she was fond of as well. It was magnificent, truly.

“Good to see you my lady.” He said once the other’s had left. There was a fondness in His voice that sent a flutter of joy through her heart. He left without another word, following His friends to summon one of her brothers.

“Glad to finally meet you, my Champion.” She whispered, letting go of the strength that kept her here and returning home.

She was in the sea cave once more when she opened her eyes but now she felt a lightness in every breath. He was everything she’d expected and she could hardly wait to get to know Him better. He was not the husband of one of her lives, nor was He the warrior of the darker lives. She was hesitant to get her hopes too high, but He might just be the man who’d brought her to life in the world where she hardly existed.

That night, as she fell asleep, Ianite dreamed of the world where she had been married to Him. Except now, it was not the husband she saw, instead He wore red glasses and was surrounded by others, His friends, as they celebrated a victory she felt the significance of even now. She was not there corporeally, but instead was a spirit of herself. She was present in the consciousness of the spirit as a tome was placed in His pocket, this version of herself’s final words to Him. She watched as He found the tome and began to read it out loud to His friends.

“...The man is faced with a choice between the two. His life is riddled with choices! And like the stubborn idealist he is, he carves out a middle path. He’ll take neither god. He’ll have a goddess all to his own...” He had a smile on his face and tears in his eyes as he read, for in this realm he had lost his goddess.

It is upon the final words that Ianite knows that this is the version of Him who she has met. He always looked the same but it was in His eyes that she saw the same respect and trust she’d seen in the temple. Not the loving adoration of the husband, nor the resolved acceptance of the warrior.

The voice of herself that had been imprisoned echoed in her mind. “Treat him well and treat him fairly young one. He deserves it after all he has done for us.”

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The Bloodline [Roman Godfrey x Reader]

Warning: Adult themes & language, murder

Other tags: Magic, friends to lovers, slow build, nightmares, witches, upirs

Summary: After very suspicious car crash that killed both of her parents, Abigail Wolff moves in with her aunt to Hemlock Grove only to discover a truly interesting family history which her father kept from her. As she awakens her powers, something much older and terrifying is coming after her. Or maybe not after her at all.

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Chapter 7 - I promise you that

22nd November 2016

When we say "I dreamed all night", it's not uncommon. But most people don't know that their dreams didn't last for whole night but mere for a few seconds. Maby for twenty minutes but that's top. The dreams are changing too and we can have something about five dreams in one night. Sometimes even more. And every single person, every single place we dream about, we have already seen in our life. A stranger in a shop, that nice tree across the street - every little detail our brain processed and hid and when the time came, used it in our dreams. Why? Because human brain just can't create details or emotions we haven't seen or felt.

So when my body ran through dark forest, jumping over branches and stones, I knew I was dreaming. I had to be because there was no way in my life I would be dressed in those clothes I was wearing. Let alone won't be able decide what my next move would be. Nope. This had to be dream and crazy one.

I was running in the night through woods I didn't recognized, wearing a wool dress like some wench from Middle Ages and wasn't even scared. That totally couldn't be me because I was scared of spiders, unexpected noises and everything else which I considered unexpected.

But still, I ran for my life and felt only determination. I didn't look over my shoulder, just ran as fast as I could deeper into the forest, until I saw a fire. Actually torches stuck in the ground forming a circle and once I stood in it, I knew I have won.

There were shadows crawling on the ground, trying to get closer to me. But when I looked, really looked, they stopped and formed a man. A handsome man with long black hair, he wore simply clothes and had so beautiful smile it hurt my heart.

"We don't have to do this, love," he said and I felt something disgusting crawl under my skin.

"You won't fool me with his face! I know exactly what you are." It wasn't my voice, but I've never really heard someone speak with so much resolution.

"I was trying to be pleasant to look at. Maybe try to convince you to join me. Like one of your sisters did."

Suddenly I felt sharp pain, an ache inside of me. My sister. "I killed her." The man didn't look surprised, maybe even pleased.

"Amira, Amira... What am I going to do with you. I can't have you just running around, ruining my plans. I have to do something about it since none of my minions succeeded."

"I was a bait. And now," I said with so much relief and satisfaction at the same time,"now you are trapped."

He just grinned and tried to ran to me but invisible barrier threw him on the ground. "That is impossible! You can't have so much power!"

It was my turn to grin. "What makes you think I am alone?"

When realization hit him, he started to laugh. Evil laugh only demons are capable of. And then he shifted but because he wasn't from our world, he couldn't change to his full form and became a giant ever-changing shadow instead. Which didn't make him less dangerous though. It hurt my eyes to look at him, especially my right eye. Power radiated from him but I stood my ground as did my allies. From all of them, I brought the biggest sacrifice.

"You did something you can't handle! Release me and maybe, just maybe, I won't kill everyone you hold dear."

He was angry, I could feel that. Angry at me but mostly at himself that he fell for my trap. I lifted my arms to the sky and began to chant. The wind began howling and carried my words to others. The fire of torches around me grew stronger.

"I will kill you! I will! I promise you that, Amira! You and your bloodline until every single person who has your blood is destroyed!"

Blood was boiling under my skin, my clothes were damp on me and I didn't stop even when my nose started to bleed. The strength others gave me was quickly draining but I was gaining power even from the earth itself. "Sometimes we have to sacrifice ourselves to get rid of evil, even if it should interfere across the centuries."

"Then I will destroy your soul!"

"Good luck with that."

I woke up with jerk, staring up at my ceiling. On my bedside table there was my phone. I checked the date. Okay, I was out for one day give or take. No Erika this time. Actually everything was quiet. Again. I got out of my bed and walked towards my door, passing a mirror. Erika said something about a gift and for the first time I was able to see what actually she meant. One blue eye, the other one green. It looked like heterochromia, at least that I could say. Now what with the rest of me? There were no visible changes but what about supernatural creatures? Will they perceive me differently? There was only way to find about it.

I went downstairs, taking slowly each step because I didn't like the silence in our house. It reminded me of the forest in my dream. Being in that situation I don't know how I would react. Obviously not so calm. Standing in the kitchen, there was no one to be found. "Erika?" I highly doubted Erika would leave me alone. But hey, everything was possible. "Aunt Eri-" Something hit me from behind in my back and I fell on my knees. Blood rushed into my head as I lifted my arm and without thinking and looking over my shoulder I threw behind myself a chair with my newly found powers.

"Holy fuck!" someone exclaimed. Or at least I thought it was only chair but soon find out it was whole table with all chairs we had there.

I stood up and turned around only to see Erika with Lynda stand there in a pile of broken furniture. "Oh my god, are you alright?" I asked with wide eyes, almost afraid to move.

Erika just clicked with her tongue. "Well, we have to work on that but the tattoo did a good job too."

Wait, what? "What? Are you sane?! I was terrified who was there! Couldn't you just say I'm here like a normal person?!"

"Where's the fun in that? You've got the proper welcome of Wolff family after your Awakening."

"You've got to be kidding me." I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. So after everything that happened, after that agonizing dream I was forced to live through and those hallucinations, my aunt decided to do this.

"You have to train, you have to be ready. I thought you knew that."

"That's not the fucking point, Erika!" I yelled at her, anger rising in my body, projecting itself even outside of it. "I woke up alone in my room from something I can't even describe, I don't know what's happening to me and the first thing you do is firing something at me just to find out how will I react?!" In one second, there was nothing, in the other one with a new blink I saw magic that was flowing through Erika's veins, I saw a purplish air shifting around her hands and as soon as I looked at her, it was gone.

"Mom? Are you there? What the fuck is happening?" That was Peter's voice. Obviously he came to look for his mother and pulled me out of my trance. Lynda looked relieved, she just stepped over the broken things and went to the door. I was still staring at Erika, wondering what the hell happened right now.

"Peter, it's alright now."

"There was this weird wind, I thought something happened here."

"Where is the Godfrey boy?"

"Home I think, we returned an hour ago. Is really everything okay?" There was slight trace of uncertainty in his voice and Lynda finally gave in.

"Abigail's awake."

"Oh."

And with that oh it was clear as a blue sky. Erika knew something she didn't tell me. Even Rumancek's family knew more than I did. I did had my doubts about undergoing this freaking stuff but I did it for revenge and tried to ignore all the signs of depression that was creeping upon me. I lost my parents and didn't grieve. I hungrily absorbed every new information Erika gave me just to keep myself occupied with something, anything.

Maybe if it weren't for those hallucinations or heartbreaking dream, I would be good. But now I was just sad, hurt and mostly really pissed off.

And that's how I found myself on the ground, falling apart in front of my aunt with Peter and Lynda on our doorstep.

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Inu X Boku Secret Service (Anime Review)-{First Review}

Ok. Here is my first real attempt at a real detailed (somewhat) anime review. I may make youtube versions of these reviews, if they work out well. Please keep this in mind: I am dyslexic, and as such, my grammar and punctuation are far from stellar. But, I do try my best. Please have patients with me. Review: This anime is from 2012- For Anime: I focus on the art (but not animation or the animation studio), music & sound, characters and story. For Manga: I focus on the mangaka (sometimes), art, characters and story. Review for InuxBoku SS (Anime): My opinion on the opening: “I like it. A lot. It shows the connection between the characters without spoiling much of anything. It tells a story of its own. Indicating that the characters were reincarnated over and over again and are still connected through all of that. Instead of a red string of fate- a red airplane is used to connect the two main characters. In my opinion, a lot of thought went into it. They use numerous camera angles, and several art styles in their animation. They also use light and shadow in thoughtful ways. As for the song: It took me some time to get use to it. I didn’t start liking the opening much until the anime was almost over. On the second watch through: I still liked it a great deal. The lyrics (you would have to look up the translation- as I don’t feel like posting them here) to the song (called “Nirvana” by MUCC) match both: The feel of the anime, and the relationship between the characters (especially the 2 leads).” Characters (I will just mention the main cast): Ririchiyo Shirakiin: She is my favorite of all the characters. Mainly, this is because she is similar to me. Like Ririchiyo, I can be difficult: my shyness, depression and just plain awkwardness causes this. This causes issues between myself and others. That aside- about her characteristics: She is the main character. Without getting TOO into the issues that would be spoilers: She is 15 at the start of the story. Soushi Miketsukami is her secret service agent that she had assigned into her when she moved into Maison de Ayakashi (Ayakashi Kan or Ayakashi Hall)- which she moved to, in order to be alone. That did NOT work in her favor. Ayakashi Kan is an apartment complex where half-blooded youkai reside. They work to protect each other from full-blooded demons. This girl is in CONSTANT distress about not being able to properly communicate with those around her. She always second guesses her actions and words; several times and can sometimes become quite a basket-case when worrying about something she has said or done after the fact. This is MOSTLY due to the fact that she was severely abused by those around her, while she was a child. When she arrives at Ayakashi Kan she meets Renshou (another part youkai, like herself - whom she had known as a child) who is a few years older than she is. After that, Chiyo met his secret service agent: Nobara. Then she met and befriended (awkwardly) Karuta. A girl who was about her age, who was also a SS agent at the housing complex. Chiyo later met and befriended others. Though, she was only able to befriend them because they were pushy or stubborn and would not take: “leave me alone” for an answer. Left to her own devices, she would have likely lived alone for the rest of her life. She is the first (and only) character in Japanese anime and manga to be classified as a tsunshun instead of tsundere because she gets depressed (shun) instead of becoming loving/affectionate (dere) after behaving initially (tsun) cold (and sometimes even hostile) way. Soushi Miketsukami: At first, my main impressions of him were: He’s an annoying doormat. It’s likely that I thought of him like that because my personality is SO similar to the heroine’s and…. That’s what she seemed to have thought of him. Though; It took much longer for me to start liking him, than it did for her. And she liked him far more than I did, at the end of the anime: lucky for him. He is descended from the 9 tailed fox demon, like Chiyo and the others at Ayakashi Kan, he is an atavism (a throw back) to his demon ancestor. Because of that. He shares the soul, personality (though his ancestor was likely NOT a doormat) and the appearance of that ancestor. He is one of the most powerful human born demons at Ayakashi Kan. Aside from being a doormat- he is generally polite, gentle, a bit perverted and somewhat manipulative. He has a soft spot for women, Chiyo especially. Extremely subservient: he blindly follows her orders (sometimes begging for an order or abuse of some sort, much to her horrified dismay) like the loyal dog that everyone wants to kick. He puts Chiyo’s life above his own. He has a sad past- like Chiyo he was abused by his family- though in a different way. Soushi was more neglected than battered, as she was. He has dual-colored eyes (Heterochromia iridium). One being blue, the other being gold. Renshou Sorinozuka: He is my second favorite. Renshou is a boy of about 17-18. Very good-looking and lazy (though he prefers laid-back). He is considerably darker skinned than the others. And has a “tattoo”-like birthmark running from just under his left eyebrow, to his jaw and down his throat. He also has a related birthmark on his left bicep. He is part Ittan-Momen youkai (a cloth monster). His secret service agent is Nobara, a yuki-onna…. But, she hates men. Of any sort. Which is unfortunate, because he appears to have some feelings for her. He treats Chiyo (Ririchiyo) like a little sister. Considering that they knew each other as children, and he is only a few years older than she is, that is understandable. Her SS Agent: Soushi Miketsukami calls him: “Big-Brother”. Nobara Yukinokouji: She is Renshou’s SS Agent at Ayakashi Kan. Nobara is a Yuki-Onna (A snow Woman). She greatly dislikes men. And has a…. Extreme fondness for the females in Ayakashi Kan. She does not seem to be in love with any of them. Just interested in their…. Assets: She loves fashion and girls. She wears glasses, and has white/blonde hair that falls to her shoulder blades. In her free time she likes to see adult magazines with beautiful women, and she shares and discusses those with Sorinozuka: That’s one thing that interests the both of them. She often does exhibit a very focused and straightforward demeanor (despite what I previously stated), although she will also occasionally participate in some of the group’s silly antics from time to time. Banri Watanuki: He is the same age as Ririchiyo and Karuta. Banri is a Tanuki atavism youkai and his personality is somewhat like Ririchiyo’s in the fact that: he often says the opposite of what he really means. He is most often impulsive and very outspoken. Watanuki labels himself a “delinquent”- Though he is really anything but. He is a childhood friend of: Karuta, Soushi, Natsume and Kagerou. Although, for the last 2 he was more like a play thing, than a “friend”. He hates Soushi and considers him his “rival” because the fox called him “Cute” in their youth. Watanuki never forgave Miketsukami for that. The Tanuki is in love with Karuta, and is easily (understandable) frightened by Kageru. Karuta Roromiya: She is the same age as Watanuki and Ririchiyou: 15. Karuta is the SS Agent for Kagerou- however he is rarely in Ayakashi Kan. So, she is often left to her own devices. She is ever hungry and curious. Soft spoken as well. Even though she seems spaced out, she is quite clever and well knowing about important things. She is the atavism for a Gashadokuro (starving skeleton) who passed its blood down the line in her family. As such, she can take on the form of a massive skeleton and can do quite a lot of damage when she needs to. Zange Natsume: Natsume, just like the others, is a half youkai. He is a Hyakume (100-eyed demon). He is the SS Agent for Watanuki and likes to tease him and play tricks on the Tanuki. Natsume has an overly cheerful personality and knows more than he lets on, most of the time. He wears a headband with bunny ears. Natsume is particularity fond of Soushi- Calling him: “Sou-Tan” in an affectionate manner. He has reddish hair and wears a bandage over part of his face to hide extra eyes. In his youkai form, he has eyes all over his arms and an eye in each palm of his hand. Kagerou Shoukiin: He is Karuta’s partner and the former master of Soushi. He is also Ririchiyo’s fiancé. She has no feelings for him, and he does not seem interested in pushing the issue. The man can often be bossy, blunt, arrogant, eccentric and narcissistic. He usually addresses the other members as “pigs”, “animals”, “human toilets” or “bitches”. A total sadist who goes on and on about S&M….. He can be QUITE annoying to all (Other characters and the viewer). Note: I won't go into the ships (canon or otherwise)- because that would be getting into spoiler territory. If I do youtube reviews, I MAY try to go a bit into spoiler territory. But, I'm not promising anything. As for the story itself: The anime is mainly there to draw your attention to the manga. The mangaka: Cocoa Fujiwara died a year after she finished the manga for this series. She died from complications with an illness. So, the manga IS finished. However, the anime is NOT. The 12 episode anime covers about 9.5 of the chapters. The first 18 chapters of the manga are actually the prologue- so the anime does not really get into the story much at all. I liked the anime, and I am reading the manga, however, I am personally finding the manga a bit boring. So, I am slow at reading it. What the anime DOES do: it introduced the main cast and side characters, and show us some of their personalities. It’s a fun watch. There really are no major conflicts, though because it only covered half of the prologue. Ririchiyo and Soushi are the focus, and how their relationship grows, is as well. They have to overcome their insecurities together. If you watch the anime, it may leave you feeling satisfied with that, or it may leave you wanting to read the manga. wanting to read the manga. Though, it did not compel me much to read the manga, I was curious. Others may see it differently. The manga was in a shounen demographic (shounen, shoujo, josei, seinen- none of them are genres. I find it really annoying when they are used as such. They were labels (changed into genres in the west) for the demographic that they were marketed to) magazine- so it is considered a shounen. Though, it feels more like a shoujo when you read the manga or watch the anime. The ending: Each episode features a different “character song”- most of them bored me. I really liked the one from episode 7: “Taiyou to Tsuki” by Renshou’s CV: Yoshimasa Hosoya & Nobara’s CV: Youko Hikasa. Otherwise, they weren’t really all that interesting visually or musically to me. Often part of the episode continues after the ending song/credits. So, you shouldn’t just stop the episode and go onto the next one, if you are bored by the ED. Just skip past it.

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Lost After Dark

Fear was a fickle beast lingering within the heart of every being from the bravest of warriors to the scaredest of little girls, it was there waiting. Sometimes it encouraged others to be better than themselves, to fight their fear, in the case of this girl, it made her stop running. There were many days over the last week that she caught herself running from this strange boy she met in the woods, there wasn’t even a chance to share words besides the “hi” that he spoke to her. He was strange and wolfish in his appearance, which still didn’t excuse her running. It wasn’t until she had a stern talk from her mother that Annabelle stopped running.

The boy approached again, as he had the last three days, and she stayed where she was, deciding curiosity was better than fear. She could see him better now, a boy most likely her age with rather fluffed hair and strange eyes that reflected the light from the shadows in which he was standing. Yet that was not the most curious thing about him. From this distance she could see that she was correct in calling his boy wolfish, where his soft round ears of a human would have rested instead had elongated and pointed fur brisling from its entirety.

“Hello!” She said, still sitting on the ground where she first met and fled from him. There was a shocked jolt in the boy’s posture at her words and he carefully approached still staying in the darkness.

“Why aren't you running this time?” he asked head tilting to the side ever so slightly.

“Because… Mummy said it was rude and I shouldn't be rude.” Annabelle stood, brushing off the dirt from her dress to walk closer to the stranger who wasn’t moving forward or backward. “Besides you were rude first. Chasing me. Scaring me.”

“Me?! All I said was ‘hi’! Your mother is right you are rude!” The mysterious boy stepped forward himself, out of the darkness and into the sunlight letting the young girl see his face for the first time. There were other notable features besides his wolfish ears, she could see an array of beauty marks along his skin, but the most distinct feature was the heterochromia of his eyes, a mix matched beauty that in any other situation she’d stare hard at.

Right now however, she had something more important to focus on than his eyes. “No! You’re the rude one! You chased me yesterday too!” she defended getting even closer, both of them toe to toe with each other. “So you’re rude not me!”

“No, you are!”

“No, you!” Annabelle huffed at him, also slightly upset that yet another boy was taller than her. She crossed her arms, and stuck out her tongue at him happy in believing she had the last word. Only to be treated to the boy doing the same as her, arms crossed and tongue out.

It was only further proof that he was the rude one. Several moments of a immature silence passed between them during their staredown, only to be broken when Annabelle couldn’t contain it any longer, and she let out the snicker of a laugh she’d been hiding at this whole situation. It was slightly embarrassing, but she didn’t care as she let her laugh grow out of control to the point where she had tears in her eyes and her arms held her sides to try to help her breathe.

It wasn't that funny, but it was hilarious to her, and to the boy as well considering he was joining in her laugh though not as full bodied as she was. Once she had control over her own voice, and could safely breath without busting into another fit of giggles the girl spoke again. “I’m Annabelle!”

“Xavier.” He replied.

“Do you want to be my friend, Xavier?” She asked, sticking out her hand. This is what her mum told her adults do, when they start off wrong. They shake hands and become friends! Or at least she thought that's how it worked. Annabelle gave Xavier a large smile and waited expectantly, taking the time to inspect him again now that they were closer. “oooh! You have pretty eyes!” she finally noticed, now that she wasn’t mad at his rudeness. “Like the earth and the sky!”

“I… O-ok! Friends.” he blushed taking the offered hand and shook it looking away from her face.

“Come on! Let’s go!”

They had many days like that in their childhood, several times each week Xavier and Annabelle would play all day, but right before sunset she would leave heading into her home before the night fell to the ground and darkness seeped into the woods of her home. There were many days Xavier tried to get her to play longer, to stay longer, but she would always leave, even up until their teens.

One day many years later from their first meeting…

Annabelle was heading back from the village with a large basket of various goodies (a few extra pastrasy for her own rather large sweet tooth). She knew the woods very well, having gone back and forward from her home, to her parents church in the village, to the market. The entirety of it was her backyard, and she enjoyed it and the constant trips she made through it. The cool solitude of nature let her escape from the rabble of the bigot human village who was often insistent that she was wicked because she was gifted with some slight powers in magic.

If only they knew the magic of their own forest perhaps they wouldn't be so cruel, she thought to herself. Speaking of magic, it was odd she’d yet to encounter her strange and lasting friend. Taking a bite of the muffing in her hand, she paused over the large log bridge she was standing on. It was mostly just in place to prevent her shoes from getting wet from the small stream below.

“Xaiver?” she called looking around her. He always walked her home, or at the very least said hello to her. She never really knew where he lived within the woods, and any time she asked he would dodge the question and she was never out late enough to follow him to his home. She supposed it had something to due with nature that perhaps his people wouldn't allow him to speak of their home to an outsider? The same way her village wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him down should he enter as he is. “Where are you- Ahh!” Annabelle screamed as she felt a clawed hand at her ankle, pulling her off the log and falling into a pair of strong arms musked with the scent of the woods. Her fear turned to anger, and she pouted, listening to the laughter of the man she was looking for. “Put me down,” she huffed, “on dry land please!” She added knowing full well there was a large chance of being placed in the water.

Xavier listened to her request, eyes still shining with a joy at getting one over on the woman who was hard to actively surprise. “ of course my lady, whatever you desire.” he teased giving her a mock bow.

“Hmph. why were you hiding down there anyway? You’re late!”

“Maybe you were just early?” He defended.

“Is this another one of your eleberate ploys to get me to stay out past sunset with you?” Annabelle asked, tossing the remaining half of her muffin at him knowing full well that he would catch it.

“Perhaps?”

“Let’s play a game, shall we? If I am ever out past sunset with you, you win.”

“And just what will I win?”

“I’ll be yours forever.”

“Deal.”

It was a simple and harmless offer at the time, innocent in many ways. Annabelle did not know why xavier wished to keep her out so late, but there was a sense of trust between them after all these years, and she was in it to win it as it were. All she had to do was continue doing what she already did, or so she believed.

Town, church, store, forest home. The same routine. She just didn’t know the effect the offer of her forever would have on the imprinted werewolf. She also didn't know the effect her own heart would give her over time.

They played the game for many years after this well past their teens into their blossoming adulthood. She always made it home before the sun was set, but there were days where she’d play risk, stay out with him longer, explore more, just to have the fun guise of a chase as she’d swiftly make it into her home clearing. Over the years the nature of their friendship developed more as well, friendly teasing turned into playful flirting and Annabelle discovered her trips running home to safety were getting close to her losing the game.

She could feel her heart beat fast at the thought of getting to spend another day with Xavier tomorrow, the smile on her face, and blush on her skin when she thinks of the many shared moments together over the recent months. Her fingers touched her puffed lips remembering the feeling of his touching hers, his hands in her hair and the beauty of the nature surrounding them, as well as the beautiful approach of sunset. She almost didn’t leave, but did so out of pure habit. It was only a few hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime, and she could remember how clearly his eyes begged for her to stay with him.

Even now as she looked out her window to the moon she could hear a wolf's longing howl, and somehow she knew it was for her.

It was what lead her actions and heart the next day. One spent with him from morning to dusk, sometimes in silence to enjoy the company together, sometimes in a babel of debate over topics neither of them were a professional in. Annabelle loved each second of that day, and she spent every moment she could holding his hand, sitting close to him, and at one point was firmly in his lap while he rested against a tree giving him the same affectionate puff of his lips that he gave her the day before.

Annabelle was truly enamoured by this man.

In the evening, they had their traditional hunt, the hood of her cloak falling back as she ran, taking a different path than normal surprising xavier as she banked left, further from her home and to a thick patch of trees of familiar trees where they had first decided their friendship. Her back against a thick oak, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath watching as he approach, his soulful eyes reflecting as the first bit of the sun began to fade and the mother moon began to rise and glow.

“It’s almost night, Annabelle, don’t you have somewhere to run to?” He teased to her, watching as she stayed where she was no hint of an attempt to run lingered in her body. “ You’re going to lose this game of ours if you don’t run.”

“I know,” She confessed, dropping her basket and walking forward. They have done this dance of steps once before, this place, this clearing, it was theirs in many ways, just as they were each others. “Some games are worth losing,” she paused, letting her eyes slip close as she felt his hand touch her curly hair, playing with a few more wild strands.

“You know the terms.” Xavier spoke, almost afraid that she was still planning to run, thumb rubbing against her cheek that decided to rest in his exploring hand.

“I’ve always been yours, Xavier. Just as you’ve been mine...” Her hand touched his face feeling the soft flesh and touch of his beard, watching his eyes glow more as the sun faded away and it was just them, in the light of the moon, together.

“Forever.” They whispered before they embraced. The first game was over, but there were many more ahead for them.

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5bloodyroses · 6 years

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Are We Not Equally Blind? Chapter 1: A New Case

AN: The beginning of this story takes place after Reikai Tantei managed to save Yukina, but before the Dark Tournament.

Yusuke was sleeping peacefully after another successful mission and was dreaming (having nightmares) about his training with Genkai, causing his eye to twitch slightly in his sleep as he mumbled incoherently about "sadistic grannies". Yusuke’s “peaceful” slumber was brought to a jarring stop when he was abruptly woken up by Botan who was “gently” shaking him to rouse him from his sleep.

"Yusuke.....Yusuke.....wake up......WAKE UP YUSUKE THIS IS IMPORTANT!" Botan shouted as she “gently” shook the Spirit Detective awake.

"Huh? Botan? What the hell are you doing here? Goddammit, I was sleeping!" Yusuke yelled furiously at the blue-haired reaper, confused by her sudden appearance.

"This isn't the time for sleep right now, Koenma's got another case for you an-" Botan spoke urgently and quickly, silently wishing that Yusuke would just listen and do as he was told for once.

"Another one?! I just solved one for that stupid baby! Can't this wait till morni-" Yusuke shouted indignantly, jumping up from his bed.

He was, understandably, angry since it was 11 ‘o’ clock at night and it was the weekend. Between juggling his job (which he wasn't paid to do) and junior high (which he skipped 90% of the time), Yusuke was wiped out and felt like he deserved some R 'n' R.

Okay, Yusuke did deserve a break for fighting (and almost dying) the Toguro brothers and their demon triad. But it’d been a week since the fight, which was, in the eyes of Reikai, plenty of time for him to rest (well…in reality, it’s not a lot of time, but when one considered how little strenuous activity Yusuke actually does, it is) especially since he doesn’t really do much besides skipping school as much as he can, play games in the arcade and beating up some other (normal) teenagers his age (and older). Plus, for Yusuke, fighting normal, and more importantly, human teenage boys was not difficult before he died, much less now. So really in the grand scheme of things, Yusuke moaning about his work wasn’t entirely justified. (In the eyes of Reikai and Botan). However, to Yusuke, who was a lazy slacker, it was perfectly justifiable for him to kick up a fuss about being ordered to work in the middle of the night. (Not that Yusuke would ever actually admit to being a lazy slacker, but he’ll never dispute it.)

"No Yusuke, it can't! Koenma said that this case is of utmost importance! Kurama and Hiei are already with Koenma already and we cannot waste any more time waiting for you!" Botan interrupted Yusuke, she was tired of his whining already and wished that Yusuke would actually think about his responsibility as Spirit Detective for once and just understand that Koenma needed his help. Yusuke, surprised by Botan's outburst, grudgingly agreed.

This was mostly because he actually valued his hearing and didn’t want Botan screeching at him so late at night. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had woken his relatively new neighbours with her caterwauling, which didn’t bode well for him because they could potentially spend the rest of the night or the next day asking his hungover mother why they heard a girl screaming in their flat, or alternatively call the police because they might think that someone is being murdered. That being said, Yusuke was a little curious to know just what was important enough for Koenma to call him so late at night.

After (reluctantly) agreeing, Yusuke told Botan to wait as he dressed and left his flat to go wake Kuwabara (all while complaining every few minutes in his loud and obnoxious voice).

~mini time skip~

At Koenma's office

"Alright pacifier breath, what's so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night?" Yusuke asked

Ignoring Yusuke's insult, Koenma got straight to the point and brought up the image of a young male around Yusuke and Kuwabara's age who wore light blue and white Chinese style fighter clothing (similar to the ones Kurama wore in the Dark tournament only it has a hood) with the hood covering the majority of their head leaving only their face and black fringe visible. The male appeared to be quite short with pale skin which made his dark hair stand out even more. One of the most striking part of him was the red marking on his forehead, just above his eyebrows that was in the shape of a Chinese lotus blossom. The other was his heterochromia eyes, with the left eye being a deep green and the other a beautiful dark blue. His eyes were larger and wider than the eyes of most men but were narrower than females. Overall, his face was well proportioned and rather androgynous, but his figure was a little feminine as it was slim and lithe. In Yusuke and Kuwabara’s opinion, they looked even more feminine than Kurama. Actually, Yusuke and Kuwabara assumed the person on the screen was a guy, and they would never actually say that Kurama looked like a girl to his face.

"This apparition is Ren, according to our files and is rumoured to be a Sacred Spirit. This would usually mean that he’s from Spirit World, but what little we have on file about him isn’t exactly well documented. Some of our sources from the file claim that he is a demon from the Makai, not a Sacred Spirit.” Koenma began, and looked, despite his incredibly youthful appearance, stressed with dark circles beginning to form under his eyes.

“Woah, hold up!” Yusuke blurted out with his customary frown of anger mixed with confusion.

“Yes, Yusuke?” Koenma replied with a deep breath, a reminder for himself to be patient with the fourteen-year-old spirit detective.

“Uh, what’s a Sacred Spirit? And what’s the difference between a spirit and a demon?” Yusuke asked. This kind of question had been nagging at him for a while since he was sure (since they had told him) that Kurama and Hiei were demons, and Botan was the grim reaper (or ferry girl, whatever that meant) and wasn’t considered a demon. However, no one had actually stopped to explain to him what apparitions and demons were and the actual difference between apparitions and demons, if there was any.

“Well Yusuke, a Sacred Spirit tends to be or usually are the children of the older spirits in Spirit World or the ancient ‘Gods’ of Ningenkai. Those gods are from the oldest and strongest spirits in Spirit World their equivalence for human standards would be Celestial beings. Now normal Sacred Spirits, and I’m using this term quite loosely, are bound to different shrines in human or Spirit World or to stronger apparitions in Spirit World.” Koenma said, beginning his explanation. “Are you following me so far?” Konema asked, trying to minimize the number of questions caused by Yusuke or Kuwabara’s confusion.

“Okay, yeah I’m followin’.” Yusuke said while Kuwabara nodded.

“Good, now, Sacred Spirits are contractually bound to the shrine or apparition until:

a) The God or Shrine owner, or apparition dismisses them.

b) The God or shrine itself become dilapidated due to no one believing in the God anymore.

c) They die while serving the one they are bound to.

d) In the rare possibility that they go rogue, and kill the one they are bound to and leave.” Koenma finished looking at Yusuke and Kuwabara, waiting for them to process and understand the information he has just told them.

“Has Ren gone rogue?” Kurama asked, frowning slightly in apprehension. He knew that killing an apparition that was of God status in Ningenkai was a great offence, and if Ren was successful in doing so, he would be a formidable opponent.

“Thankfully no, well at least I’m thankful right now anyway. In order for Ren to have gone rogue, then he would have had to be in contact with an apparition or shrine that we are aware of and, from our research, no shrine or apparition in Spirit World has undertaken a contract with Ren.” Koenma explained to the fox spirit.

“Then why the hell are we here?!” Yusuke shouted in frustration.

“If you let me finish, you’ll find out,” Koenma said rather tetchily, sucking on his dummy, making tsking sounds at Yusuke’s impatience. “The reason why I have called you all here is not for Ren’s crimes.”

“WHAT?!” Kuwabara and Yusuke shouted in anger and surprise. “You mean you woke us up for nothing!?”

Botan blinked in surprise.

“But Koenma, you said this was a matter of great importance…If Ren hasn’t committed a crime, then why…” She asked in confusion.

“Because in reality, Ren’s files in Spirit World are…there’s so little information it is not even a file. According to Spirit World, he has committed no crime, yet he has been imprisoned here in Spirit World for centuries under my father’s orders in the highest security cell we have, even the three treasures don’t get as much security as he does.” Koenma sighed, suddenly looking centuries older than he appeared. “However, 10 years ago, somehow, Ren was able to escape and, although he was weakened by the escape, he managed to disappear somewhere within Ningenkai.”

At this statement, the Reikai Tantei's heads all turned sharply to stare incredulously at Koenma while Botan stood open-mouthed in shock.

"He was able to escape," Hiei stated as he shared a look with Kurama whose face was unreadable and looked back at the toddler prince. Hiei couldn’t help but feel a little impressed if Ren had escaped the cell Hiei was thinking about. Holy Talismans to trap both demons and spirits, chains that restrained and sucked an apparitions spirit energy and round the clock security. Although Hiei did scoff at the security, what little they had, in Spirit World.

Koenma closed his eyes in worry as he continued. "Yes Hiei, he was able to escape unharmed despite all the holy talismans that we had used to contain him."

“So he escaped, big deal, I don’t see why you’re so anxious about.” Yusuke scoffed, right now, he didn’t care if a dragon had escaped, Koenma seemed to have woken him up for nothing and he wanted to go back to sleep.

“Shut up Urameshi! Can’t you see that this is important! If he could break out of prison, who knows how strong he is?!”

“If Ren has escaped for so long, why wasn’t Ren apprehended at the time? Surely it would have been wiser for you to take advantage of the situation and his weakness?” Kurama asked, his brows furrowing, something about this case didn’t make sense and it didn’t sit well with him.

“I honestly don’t know,” Koenma admitted after a few moments with a deep sigh. “At the time there was so much hullaballoo about his escape but when I started making preparations to send people after him, my father stopped me. Even a few years ago, when I suggested that we go after him, my father just ignored it, like he didn’t even want to think about it. But now he’s ordered for Ren’s retrieval.”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Yusuke said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, makes more sense to get ‘em when they bust out,” Kuwabara commented lowly after he had calmed down.

Hiei silently agreed with the two of them. ‘Looks like the two fools are using their heads for once.’ He thought and wondered, for a moment just how long this moment would last, silently scoffing when Kuwabara opened his mouth to speak.

“…So…What do you want us to do?” Kuwabara asked after a few moments.

‘Apparently not long.’ Hiei thought, unsure whether he should be annoyed or disappointed by his stupidity…or both.

“I, or rather my father, needs the four of you to track down Ren and bring him back here,” Koenma answered him looking the group in the eyes, before looking away.

After a few minutes of silence, Yusuke and Kuwabara agreed to find the missing "convict" and turned to return back to their homes, sleep and start searching for Ren in the morning. Hiei and Kurama waited until Yusuke and Kuwabara had set off with Botan before looking Koenma's in the eyes and began their inquisition.

"What’s the real reason we were called here Koenma? I know you don’t want us to just capture him. Besides, you have told us nothing about this Ren, what are you hiding from us?” Hiei 'asked' (demanded). His gaze, along with Kurama's was so intense that Koenma couldn't continue looking them in the eye anymore. Koenma looked back down to his desk with his eyes closed, choosing his words carefully before steeling himself and looking back up to the two demons.

#yu yu hakusho #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #kurama #hiei jaganshi #oc

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pacifistghost-moved · 4 years

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ABCs of your OCs

A list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

Chosen muse: Ghost

A: Aptitude

1. What are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Ghost has always had a way with monsters. Oddly, she is also very good with ice materia.

2. What activities have they participated in? She tends to travel the lands, helping whoever she can (especially monsters). She will also go out of her way to ‘make the world a better place’, by peacefully fighting Shinra and trying to prevent needless conflict.

3. What abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? Knowledge in biology, fighting (she hates to fight, but knows how to do so), having the patience of a saint.

4. What things are they bad at? Anything that involves social skills. Looking presentable.

5. What is their most impressive talent? Empathy. She uses this to her advantage when speaking to others, seeking to understand everyone she can, and hopefully try to change them for the better if necessary.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color? Naturally white, but she has dyed the tips blue.

2. what is their eye color? One is ice-blue, the other is lilac

3. how tall are they? 155cm (5′1′’). AKA tiny.

4. how old are they? 20.

5. how much do they weigh? 51 kg

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair? Depends on the mood.

2. in what position do they sleep? She curls up into a little ball.

3. what is their ideal comfort day? Spending time in nature, reading a book while smothered in blankets.

4. what is their major comfort food? why? Candy. Because she is a nomad who travels the wilderness, she doesn’t have much of an opportunity to have candy, despite the fact that she adores sweets.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down? Honestly, anyone she considers a friend. She does not have many.

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? It would be a small cottage, painted white with some light-blue highlights.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room? She’d let the child decorate once they were old enough. If not, then she’d probably paint the walls blue and make it super cosy or something.

3. how do they decorate their own room? BOOKS. Books everywhere. She’d have a random corner where she’d put items she finds interesting. Her bed would probably be very close to the floor, as that’s what she’s used to. And there would be a smaller bed/beds for any pets she may have.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? She has a white trench coat, a light-blue shirt, mint-green trousers and silver boots. She also has dark blue fingerless gloves, pouches, and a green backpack.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? NO.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? Yes, she is very true to herself.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm? Never.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? Does her own thing.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? Nope. With the exception of Turk!Ghost, she does not have access to the internet.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own? She lets people think whatever they want of her. However, she may try to stop herself from doing something if it has provoked an overly negative reaction beforehand (for example, she tries to control how close she gets to other people, as her concept of personal space is underdeveloped, and she has gotten shouted at over it).

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun? She loves to explore. Anything involving snow would be great for her as well.

2. what is their ideal party? A very small gathering, so small that you wouldn’t really consider it a party. Will probably involve stargazing at some point.

3. who would they have the most fun with? Literally anyone who she considers a friend.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? Definitely not.

5. do they go out a lot? She doesn’t go out at all. Not yet, at least. Turk!Ghost may occasionally get dragged along to a gathering, however.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature? Eyes, I think, because of the heterochromia.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? Kindness and loyalty.

3. what benefits come with being their friend? Loyalty, and she will always look out for you.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? She is very proud of her devotion to pacifism and peace, as well as her determination, empathy, and the fact that she is ‘different’. However, she will experience intense self-hatred every time she fails in saving someone, in which she will despise herself for being a ‘failure’. She may also chastise herself if she pushes people away from lack of social skills.

5. what parts of others do they envy? Anyone who doesn’t experience hallucinations.

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room? COLD all the way.

2. do they prefer summer or winter? Winter winter winter

3. do they like the snow? YES

4. do they have a favorite summer activity? She enjoys swimming.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality? Demisexual biromantic

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? Probably before she realised she was biromantic.

3. have they ever questioned their gender? No.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? Yes. Her parents would’ve died before anything happened, but Jonathan would probably have been around to know (before he was inevitably killed off, of course).

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? Not that long, I think? She’d be very open about it.

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy? Monsters, books, snow/ice, people being kind to one another

2. who makes them happy? I know I’ve said this before, but literally anyone she sees as a friend.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy? Not in particular.

4. are they happy often? She tries to be, but it can get really difficult from time to time, especially when her past comes to haunt her. She is mostly positive, however, she will absolutely break apart in the face of loss.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world? Doing what she perceives as the right thing. Also helping others.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide? Subconsciously, so she wouldn’t have realised. This especially applies to Turk!Ghost, as she is the one who kills Jonathan.

2. have they ever thought about homicide? Surprisingly, yes. This is directed at whoever kills Jonathan (which is verse-dependent).

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? No one. She’s a pacifist.

4. who would miss them if they died? Orion or Blade (verse-dependent). Hopefully any friends she may have made along the way. Hopefully.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone? Some people at Shinra. Under certain circumstances, her sister (Athena/Void).

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit? Berries, especially cucumbers (yes they are fruits).

2. what is their least favorite fruit? She likes all fruits, but I can see her liking limes or lemons less than the others. Or maybe aubergines (YES THEY ARE FRUITS)?

3. are there any foods they hate? YES, mushrooms. She absolutely despises mushrooms.

4. do they have any food intolerance? Not really? But she is vegan by choice.

5. what is their favorite food? Cucumbers. She especially adores her frozen cucumber (but it is not for eating purposes).

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son? Maybe in the future, for now, she is far too pre-occupied in saving the world and helping other beings.

2. how many children do they want? She wouldn’t have thought about this.

3. would they be a good parent? YES.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter? Something interesting, like Spirit or Mercy.

5. would they adopt? YES, I think she’d love to adopt (the first incarnation of Ghost, in that dragon RP, actually did adopt).

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do? I’d say take a life (barring Turk!Ghost), but honestly, with the right amount of manipulation, you can destroy her psyche and get her to do anything. However, this would be quite difficult to accomplish, but not impossible.

2. what have they never done that they want to do? Gone to space.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? She tries to understand everyone, but there is one exception: sadists. She despises sadists.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? So she has a scar on her nose. Why? Because, when she was young, she was trying to reach for a book. It fell off, hit her nose, and left a permanent scar. How is that physically possible? I do not have the answer.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do? Turk!Ghost never thought she’d abandon the Turks. The other Ghosts are disgusted by the fact that, when their parents were being killed, they ran away ‘like a coward’ (as they would’ve put it).

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? Optimist for the most part. If she is emotionally hurt really badly, she may act more pessimistic.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others? YES. She tries to inspire hope in all, even if she doesn’t feel it herself.

3. are they good at giving advice? Depends on the advice. If it involves learning forgiveness, peace, pacifism and love, then yes. If it involves social stuff, then definitely not.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? Probably Orion or Blade (verse-dependent). Especially Orion.

5. were they always optimistic? Yes, but during the aftermath of the death of her parents and the later death of Jonathan, she will be extremely pessimistic.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait? Determination. She never, ever gives up on others.

2. what is their worst personality trait? Naivety and stubbornness. In the face of injustice, she can also lose control of her emotions and lash out.

3. what of their personality do others love? Probably her kindness/empathy.

4. what of their personality do others envy? Honestly, no idea.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities? She can’t stand selfishness or cruelty in others. In herself, she despises ‘weakness’ and ‘failure’.

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help? Yes.

2. do they ask questions in class? All the time.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? Yes, but she’ll probably blush or giggle or something.

4. do they ask weird questions? YES.

5. are they curious? Very.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules? No.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? Somewhere in-between. She’d be strict when it came to morality and teaching kindness, but apart from that, she’d be quite chill.

3. have they ever been consequences for breaking a rule? YES. She’d get in trouble from time to time when she was young, especially when she occasionally got in fights with other kids who were bullying her.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking? Kind of? When she was very young, she befriended a small monster. However, when this information came out, adults came and killed the monster, while chastising her for putting herself in danger. She doesn’t regret breaking the rule, but regrets letting anyone know about her friend. She blames herself for his death as well.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous? Unless it’s something like ‘don’t go around killing people’, then yes. She really doesn’t like rules.

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart? No.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets? Yes.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? Not yet.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets? There have been attempts to arrest/assassinate her, but she manages to escape.

5. are they cautious when out? YES.

T: Truth

1. are they honest? Honest to a fault.

2. can they tell if someone is lying? Unless it’s really obvious, no.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying? Yes.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? Not that I can think of? I guess it’s verse-dependent.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will? Yes, remember my answer to question 4 in the ‘Rules’ section?

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied? YES, a lot.

2. have they bullied anyone? Nope.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully? YES.

4. have they ever been doubted? Yes.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something? I feel like most people wouldn’t expect her negotiation skills to be as good as they are.

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often? Not really, though Reunion!Ghost probably does it more than the others.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches? Reunion!Ghost would, since she’s very sickly.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill? Yes.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? Lots of blankets. And cuddling.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting? Reunion!Ghost is very prone to coughing.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water? Probably.

2. have they learned to swim? Yes.

3. do they like to swim? Yes.

4. can they dive? Yes.

5. can they swim without holding their nose? Yes.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music? Probably something like classical, or rock.

2. do they have a favorite song? No

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? If there’s a Queen equivalent in the FF7 universe, then it’d be that.

4. can they sing well? Better than one would expect. But not that amazing.

5. can they rap? Not for her life.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them? 18

2. what inspired you to create them? An RP about a war between fire dragons, ice dragons, and humans. I thought a pacifist ice dragon would fit in perfectly.

3. were they different when they were first created? Personalty-wise, not that much. Physically? YES. She was a literal ice wyvern. Her backstory was different as her parents/siblings were killed by a fire dragon/poachers, and she had no ‘mentor’ character to help her after their deaths.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? Yes, Ghost is my favourite muse.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them? Her versatility. She’s the ‘determined pacifist’, but who’s to say it’s impossible for her to take a darker route?

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal? She’d like something draconic.

2. do they like animals? Very much.

3. cats or dogs? Dogs.

4. what’s their dream pet? Someone very loyal and willing to join her campaign in making the world better. So Orion/Reunion!Blade both fit quite well.

5. do they have any pets at the moment? It’s verse-dependent, but it’s either Orion or Reunion!Blade.

Tagged by: Stated in previous post.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it.

#headcanon #rp meme #//Ghost

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If I’m Being Honest

[Tododeku, BNHA]

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2. No, you hang up~!

It took two flights of stairs for Todoroki’s own post-workout stench to pierce through the cloud of mild panic surrounding his brain.

It took the next flight of stairs for Todoroki to decide that he didn't give a single shit, and that his one and only goal at this point was to retreat to safety of his room so he could think.

On the fourth flight of stairs, Todoroki finished the last of his water, throat clogged like a BP pipeline as embarrassment over his incident with Midoriya resurfaced. He screwed the cap of his bottle back on clumsily. Just focus on getting back.

Only the fifth flight of stairs remained between Todoroki and victory when it was cruelly yanked out from under him, in the form of three chattering figures entering the stairwell.

“- only has a shelf life of like a week, but he still ate the whole bottle! Oh, hey, Todoroki!” Ashido greeted enthusiastically.

Right behind Ashido, Uraraka waved with a friendly smile. Tokoyami, somewhat unexpectedly, rounded out the trio, nodding cooly at Todoroki.

“What incident has befallen your face, Todoroki?”

“...Hello, Tokoyami. And I got punched during training today. Nothing exciting.” The girls oooo’ed sympathetically. Please just let me go, Todoroki prayed, eyes flickering nervously over the trio.

“So, Uraraka and I were having a debate, and we need your opinion.”

Todoroki’s eyebrow twitched, ever so slightly.

If Ashido noticed, she didn’t care. “ Uraraka here thinks - very sadly, in my opinion - that a Frosty is better than a McFlurry, and I need you to be the voice of reason here.”

“Alright, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here…” Uraraka countered, before Todoroki could even respond. “I don’t appreciate the way that you just assumed Todoroki would choose the McFlurry, and how you insinuated that it was the ‘reasonable’ answer.” Her voice raised with genuine conviction. “Need I remind you that a Frosty is only 99 yen?! Hell, you couldn’t find a better deal than that if you -”

The doorway to the fifth floor taunted Todoroki as he tuned the conversation out; just mere meters away. He even tried inching towards it, until Ashido grasped his forearm with surprising strength.

“Please, Todoroki,” her eyes blazed. “You’re like, one of the smartest dudes in class. Set the record straight, once and for all.”

Ashido’s grip tightened. Todoroki frowned slightly. “Why can’t you just ask Tokoyami?”

Both girls scoffed in unison. “As if! That weirdo gets salads at fast food restaurants.”

“I don’t enjoy grease,” Tokoyami stated, arms folded primly.

“See what we’re dealing with! You gotta help us, Todoroki. Which is better, the McFlurry or Frosty?”

Todoroki opened his mouth, fully intent on just picking one at random and retreating upstairs, but what came out instead was: “I have never had either.”

Twin gasps echoed up the stairs. Even Tokoyami appeared shocked. “Todoroki, what kind of depraved life have you been leading?”

“A lonely one,” he blurted truthfully, yet again. What is wrong with me? Todoroki really needed time to think, not -

“Todoroki, I vow to save you from your tragic depravity!” Ashido declared passionately, clasping his hand.

- not this, this chicanery . Todoroki shook off Ashido’s grip. “I’m afraid that I must decline. “I’m…”

‘busy’. Nope, the word refused to exit his mouth. ‘tired’ and ‘sick’ met a similar fate. Todoroki startled as his left temple throbbed.

“...sweaty,” he finished quickly, lamely. “I, um, still need to shower.”

“We just learned that you’ve never had a McFlurry or Frosty, and your mind is on showering?” Uraraka looked affronted.

“Yes?”

“Well, then, that’s just too bad.” Uraraka crossed her arms resolutely. “Because you’re gonna come join us on our fast food run, right now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Besides instantly freeze all of us in place,” Tokoyami muttered. Uraraka glared at him.

“No,” Todoroki added more firmness to his voice. “I’d really rather not, right now. Besides, if I don't shower I'll gross people out.”

Ashido scoffed. “As if you could gross people out. Besides, body odor is practically celebrated at fast food restaurants.” She put her hands on her hips. “Have you even had lunch today?”

“...No.”

“Aren’t you hungry, then?”

Of course, Todoroki’s stomach took that precise moment to grumble loudly. Todoroki sighed. “Yes, I am.” Damn traitorous organs.

“Betrayal often comes from those closest to us, perhaps even from ourselves.” Tokoyami noted, sagely.

Ashido blinked. “What?”

“If we’re going to go, then let’s get on with it,” Todoroki interjected. Seeing no way out, he had no choice but to embrace his plight and adapt. Now, his goal was expediency.

Uraraka and Ashido cheered, grabbing Todoroki’s hands and dragging him down the stairs. Tokoyami followed, murmuring something to himself about knives and backs.

Just stay calm, Shouto. It’ll all turn out fine.

Blessedly, their destination was a mere five minute walk from campus, no trains required. Todoroki felt relieved, especially considering the obnoxious passengers that morning. The sun warmed his back pleasantly as he walked, and he inhaled deeply.

It was still a beautiful day, if nothing else.

Uraraka traced his line of vision, landing on the feathery clouds. She smiled. “Do you like the summertime, Todoroki?”

“I do.” The sun broke from behind its cloudy gate, and Todoroki had to redirect his gaze to the road. “A lot of people complain about the heat, but I can just keep myself comfortable with my quirk.”

“That’s so awesome! And so unfair!” Ashido pouted.

Todoroki shrugged.

“The only thing that makes life unfair is the delusion that it should be fair.”

Ashido rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Tokoyami, you have a freaking invincible shadow bird living inside of you.”

Despite himself, Todoroki found a smile pushing at the corner of his lips.

Golden arches cast an imposing shadow on the foursome, shimmering in the sunlight.

“Oh, I understand now,” Todoroki muttered, mostly to himself. “The ‘Mc’ in McFlurry is a reference to McDonalds.”

Uraraka eyed him warily. “I mean, yeah... How has someone as smart as you never put that together?”

Todoroki hummed. “Probably because I’ve never been to McDonald’s.”

“WHAT?!”

The synchronized shriek literally scared birds from their roosts on a telephone wire, wings flapping wildly. A flight-type quirk suddenly seemed very appealing to Todoroki.

“I said, I’ve never been to McDona-”

“Yeah, yeah, we got that.” Uraraka threw her hands up. “How not, though?! Were you raised under a rock?”

“No. I was raised in my home.”

Uraraka simply gaped at him.

“What a mad banquet of darkness,” Tokoyami supplied.

“Hey, now, we need to look at this as an opportunity!” Ashido threw her arms over Uraraka’s and Todoroki’s shoulders convivially. “We get to be the ones to see Mr. Blue Blood here pop his fast food cherry.” Todoroki cringed at the comparison, shaking off Ashido’s embrace. “Uraraka, Tokoyami, we have truly been blessed on this day."

“You’re right!” Uraraka smiled. “Let’s go, then! We should make Todoroki eat a McRib.”

Blessed, huh? Todoroki braced himself as they approached the restaurant, the vast unknown lying just behind smudged glass doors.

The first thing to hit Todoroki was the smell, a pungent mix of delight and horror. He could practically taste the grease in the air.

“So, Todoroki,” Ashido nudged his side. “First impressions?”

Mismatched eyes scanned the spectacle before him. “The space is somewhat… cluttered, yet also efficient. The smell is also quite thick.”

“Ahh, that’s the golden aroma of their ‘World Famous Fries’.” Uraraka clasped her chest. “They’re heavenly.”

A bold claim, certainly. Todoroki turned his attention to the menu boards. And was promptly stunned. “Holy hell, everything is so cheap!"

“Wow, Todoroki, that might be the most emotion I’ve heard in your voice, like, ever,” Ashido joked.

Uraraka was delighted. “I know, right, Todoroki? It’s perfect for a broke high school student like me.”

Todoroki made a tactical decision to not mention his vast checking account.

“So, what do you think you’ll get?”

Todoroki scanned the menu once more. “I’m still deciding.”

“Take your time,” Ashido nodded reassuringly. “Nobody’s first time should be rushed.”

“Mine was,” Tokoyami said, and was met with complete silence.

“I think I’m ready to order,” Todoroki declared, strategically.

Uraraka ordered a Big Mac, a ‘splurge’ in her words, which made Todoroki even more secure in his decision to not draw attention to his finances. Ashido took the road less travelled by ordering McNuggets, and Tokoyami stuck true to his values by ordering a salad.

Todoroki stepped up to the counter, inexplicably nervous. He had faced countless villains, defeated the infamous Hero Killer, even taken two freaking knives to the arm, yet here he was, stumbling over the order he had rehearsed 7 times in his head.

“A, um, quarter pounder with cheese. Except, can I take off the onions, mustard, and onions? Fuck, I meant - ah shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to cuss. And a small fountain frink - drink - please.”

Todoroki wanted to die. The cashier, a girl about his age with bright green eyes, smiled benevolently. “Don’t worry about it. So, no onion or mustard?”

“Yes, please. And no pickle. Please.” The girl’s nametag read ‘Suzuki’, decorated with little squiggles.

“So demanding,” she joked, eyeing Todoroki. “But I can make it happen. Has anybody ever told you that you have incredible eyes?”

Behind him, Uraraka stopped munching on her fries. “Yes,” Todoroki replied. “One of my doctors said heterochromia affects less than .67% of the population, so I was an ‘incredible’ case.”

Suzuki giggled, much to Todoroki’s confusion. He’d been serious. “So, you’re quite a standout, huh?” She leaned onto her cash register.

“Statistically, yes.”

“Mmm,” her own green eyes flashed, and Todoroki found himself enjoying their color. Old habits. “What’re the stats on me getting your number, then?”

Todoroki stared down at his order ticket, #73. “I’d say 100%. Don’t I need to give it to you to get my food?”

Ashido choked on her drink.

“Well, yes,” Suzuki soldiered on. “But I was more talking about your phone number.”

“Oh.” Green eyes occupied Todoroki’s attention again, but this time they didn’t belong to Suzuki. “I’d, um, prefer not to.”

“Aw, damn,” Suzuki sighed, but good-naturedly. “I can’t say I'm surprised, though. Already got a special somebody?”

A spotlight may as well have been shone on Todoroki. No signs of movement were evident behind Todoroki, and he could practically feel Uraraka, Ashido, and Tokoyami’s eyes on the back of his head.

Todoroki may not have any idea what the hell was going on, but he knew questions initiated what the kids called a Bad Time. Sure enough, a godforsaken throbbing emerged in Todoroki’s temples, and he stiffened.

“I, um.” Todoroki unconsciously crumbled his order ticket in his fist. “That depends on what you mean by ‘already got’.”

“Ahh.” Suzuki winced sympathetically. “You stuck in the friend zone?”

Crap, another question. And a painful one, at that. “It...seems that way,” Todoroki forced.

“Well, I think they’re missing the hell out, whoever they are. They must be crazy to pass up on a .67 in a hundred guy like you.”

Suzuki was smiling, and the sincere kindness in her green eyes made Todoroki sigh - a little close to home . “‘Crazy’ isn't too far off, actually.” Midoriya’s mad grin at their first sports festival flashed through Todoroki’s head, and fondness traced the fairest hint of a smile on his lips. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Suzuki winked, and handed him a bag that was practically dripping with grease. “Try not to get diabetes too quickly, now.”

Unexpectedly, Todoroki made it a solid four bites into his burger before the interrogation began.

The first introduced Todoroki to the surprisingly delicious taste of the famed Big Mac, and he give himself a split second to surrender himself to the lovely flavor of grease before switching gears to more pressing matters.

Bite two was marked by the illumination of a mental lightbulb. His inability to make excuses, his adverse reaction to avoiding questions...there was no way it was just coincidence, it couldn't be.

By bite three, Todoroki was convinced - as crazy as it sounded - that he was unable to lie. He didn't know how, or why, or even if his theory was correct, but the puzzle pieces seemed to point to that, if not a very similar, picture.

A picture where Todoroki was trapped with two talkative classmates and a shadow demon’s host in a fast food chain, unable to dodge questions or rely on trusty old Awkward Silence.

Bite four was quite hard to swallow.

Now - cue the interrogation.

“Sooo, Todoroki…” Ashido grinned, dangerously, and Todoroki could already hear his funeral bells. “You like someone, huh?”

He forced his bite of burger down. “Yes. And wasn’t the whole point of this trip to make fun of my reaction to a cheap burger or something?”

Yes, change the subject. Easy. He could do this.

“Originally, yeah.” Ashido leaned forward. “But now, more pressing matters have arisen.”

Damn, he couldn't do this.

“You mean you haven’t noticed before?” Uraraka rolled her eyes. “You just saw a perfect example of Todoroki’s social prowess, and you think he’d be able to hide a crush?”

Ashido burst out laughing, spewing bits of chicken nuggets. “Oh my god, your little eye statistics. My abs were aching .”

“I, too, felt I underwent a satisfactory abdominal workout.” Tokoyami - that traitor - pitched in.

Todoroki frowned. “I’m right here, you know.”

“...No offense.” Uraraka patted his arm.

“Uraraka makes a good point.” Tokoyami dapped at the ranch on his beak with a napkin. “Todoroki does not interact naturally with people, like oil suspended in a sea of water.”

The burger in Todoroki’s hands sagged.

“The both of you are right,” Ashido nodded. “Which is why we need to help him! Todoroki, who do you like?”

Todoroki panicked, dropping his burger with a wet flop. Like hell he was going to tell this peanut gallery. Knowing Ashido, she'd probably take it upon herself to lock Todoroki and Midoriya in a closet until they made out, or something. A definite no-go.

“Someone in our class.” Alright, no pain jumpkicked Todoroki’s skull - vague answers seemed to check out.

“Well, duh.” Ashido flapped her hand. “Do you even keep up with anybody our age outside of U.A.?”

“No.”

Wow, this quirk was kind of -

“Any friends from childhood?”

“...No.”

-depressing.

“Oh, ok!” Ashido tried to recover with awkwardly forced enthusiasm. “I'm glad that we get to be your first friends, then! You've had fun, I hope?”

“Once I got past the initial awkwardness, yes, I have made many fond memories,” Todoroki babbled, then inwardly groaned. He was oversharing. It must be part of the condition.

Uraraka raised an eyebrow. “What initial awkwardness?”

“During first year, I had absolutely no idea how to interact. Once, I accidentally called Kouda ‘Gouda’, like the cheese, and I was too embarrassed to talk to him again for 4 months. That's just one example.”

“Oh my god,” Uraraka whispered. “He always asked us if we thought that you were trying to intimidate him.”

Todoroki groaned - outwardly, this time. “I'm the worst. How am I ever supposed to become close with M- er, my crush if I can't even flirt with a random cashier?”

He didn't know why he was actively slapping his heart on his sleeve like this - maybe it had to do with his current predisposition towards honesty - but he allowed himself to continue.

“I'm just, I never have any idea what the hell I’m doing, and they're so, so incredible , so far out of my league that it’s laughable. I don't even know how to begin.”

Uraraka patted his shoulder. “I can't be sure who you're talking about, Todoroki, but that cashier was right. You can't sell yourself short. And I don't just mean appearance-wise,” she teased.

“You'll always have good ole Twitter as a confidence booster,” Ashido added, sagely.

“Inner beauty is great, but a little mascara never hurt.”

Todoroki blinked. “But I don't even wear make-up?”

“I think,” Uraraka chimed in, “what Tokoyami was trying to say is that you're the whole package, Todoroki! Whoever it is that you're interested in, you should tell them how you feel!”

“Yes!” Ashido balled a fist in conviction. “Love is the spice of life! What have you got to lose?”

“A meaningful friendship, a large chunk of self-confidence, the relative ease of interaction between my crush and I, and a huge amount of sleep.”

“Well, alright, it sounds pretty dismal when you put it that way. But between you and me, Todoroki,” Uraraka leaned over to whisper to Todoroki. “If it’s a certain green-eyed dude with no sense of self-preservation like I think it is, then I wouldn't worry about it at all. If I were you.”

Todoroki’s heart bungee jumped into his gut, springing back up into his throat. “What?” he choked.

“You heard me,” Uraraka smirked.

“And I didn't!” Ashido protested loudly. “Secrets are no fair. Right, Tokoyami?” She grabbed his shoulders and started whispering obvious gibberish into the side of his head. “Wait, do you even have ears?”

Todoroki took in the scene absently, mind still hooked on the fact that Uraraka, one of Midoriya’s closest friends, felt confident that Midoriya, well...Todoroki wasn’t quite sure, actually, but it was definitely good news, no matter how vague. Right?

“So, Todoroki, how are you gonna confess?” Ashido asked, yanking Todoroki’s attention back before he could delve too deep into fantasy over Uraraka’s words. “Are you gonna go for a classic approach like a rooftop or just suddenly dip her into a kiss one day?”

And just like that, Todoroki plunged neck deep into fantasy again. “I, I.” His ears burned. “No, I'm not planning to do either.” ‘Her’ , Ashido had said, and Todoroki deemed it in his best strategic interest to not correct her.

“Aww, boo.” Ashido gave a thumbs down. “And you haven’t even told me who it is, which is a double boo.”

“Let’s not boo Todoroki too harshly now,” Uraraka - his beautiful, shining guardian angel - intervened. “Not everybody likes to share like Kirishima.”

“Bakuuu~” Ashido crooned, and Tokoyami smiled into his salad.

“Exactly. So, for the sake of privacy, let’s call Todoroki’s mystery crush by a codename. Like Toyota!”

And just like that, the guardian angel lost her wings.

“Please, I’d rather not talk at all about...Toyota.”

“They have excellent crash safety ratings,” Tokoyami said.

“The same can’t be said for Todoroki’s Toyota,” Uraraka mumbled, and Todoroki glared at her.

“I think this Toyota talk has been a long time coming, Todoroki.” Ashido rested her chin in her hands. “I mean, what was your plan? Were you just gonna live your life infatuated with someone from the sidelines, staring at them longingly like some really cute outfit in a shop window that you know you’ll never be able to afford so you just cry in bed at night thinking about how great it would have looked on you?”

“What a concise simile,” Tokoyami sniped.

Todoroki sighed. “Yes.” Because that was the truth, wasn't it? If he kept going as he was, he and Midoriya’s fates were sealed as parallel rather than intertwined. Somehow, admitting it out loud made Todoroki feel rather…

“Wimpy.” Ashido tutted. “That’s kinda wimpy, dude. No offense.”

“None taken,” Todoroki attempted, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“I’m always happy to help! If you want, I can lock you and Toyota in a storage room closet or something until you inevitably start making out.”

Aaand there it was.

“In my opinion, you should scribe this Toyota a heartfelt letter, spill your very soul onto the ink, and deliver it personally with care so that you may await their response with bated breath.”

Todoroki relaxed a bit. That scenario actually sounded quite pleasant, really. “I’m grateful for the advice, Tokoyami.”

Tokoyami nodded. “Of course, after receiving your joyous response, you shall then proceed to make out, passionately.”

“Why is everyone so adamant that I make out with T...Toyota?!” A nearby customer shot Todoroki a concerned look, and he debating sinking under the table.

Uraraka laughed as Ashido grinned. “Aww, Todoroki, you're blushing! Thinking about sucking face with Toyota?”

“Yes!” Todoroki croaked, and fuck his voice for cracking, honestly. “And holding hands, and cuddling, and sparring until we fall on top of each other like always, but this time I’ll actually move forward and, um. Nevermind.”

“So you have thought about it, after all?” Ashido looked triumphant.

“Of course I've thought about it.” Todoroki’s voice softened. “I've thought about it every night for nearly two years.”

For a few moments, Todoroki’s only response was the beeping of cash registers and whir of industrial air conditioning.

“Two years?”

And if Uraraka had sounded incredulous, Todoroki couldn't find it in him to blame her, because it was kind of shocking, really. Admitting aloud just how long he'd had feelings for Midoriya made it seem all the longer, all the more real. “Yeah. Pretty long, huh.”

The cash registers kept on beeping. Todoroki sighed.

Then jumped out of his own skin when Ashido slammed her fist onto her plastic tray, voice raised in conviction. “Then that's all the more reason to make a move! You’re gonna go back to school, and you're gonna ask Toyota out! Now, who are you?”

“Todoroki Shouto,” he whispered, still a little alarmed.

“Nope, you gotta say it like you mean it. Now, who are you?!”

“...Todoroki Shouto!” Another customer glared at Todoroki, and he shrunk into his seat.

“Damn straight you are! And now that that's settled, the three of us are gonna help you make all your dreams come true. Right?”

“Right!” Uraraka giggled. Tokoyami inclined his head.

Todoroki felt embarrassed, helpless, and a tap on his shoulder as a girl with navy blue hair suddenly appeared at their table, with impressive stealth. “Did you say that you're Todoroki Shouto?”

“Hell yeah!” Ashido exclaimed, still in motivation-mode as Todoroki confirmed his identity with a sinking feeling.

“Oh my god!” Navy Hair squealed, and retreated to another table, chock-full of prepubescent girls. She pointed in their direction, and a dissonant chorus of shrieks followed.

“It’s time to go.”

Uraraka pouted. “But we didn’t even get you a McFlurry-”

"Now .”

When the gaggle of girls arrived at Todoroki’s table, their only greeting was three unused ketchup packets.

The walk home was marked by a tempest in Todoroki’s gut, and he wasn't sure how much he could blame on the Big Mac.

Ashido and Tokoyami occupied themselves arguing over the fine line between goth and scene, and Uraraka turned to face Todoroki, brown hair swaying.

“Is it nice to constantly have to outrun hordes of fans?”

“No. In fact, their ever-increasing presence has put me on edge in public lately, and I get nervous.”

“...Oh.”

Silence reigned after that, excepting Ashido and Tokoyami’s heated debate, and Todoroki sighed into the warm air. Christ, what a mess this whole impromptu affair had been, from the cashier, to customers likely thinking that Todoroki had a hard-on for his car, to Uraraka telling Todoroki not to worry about liking Midoriya.

Wait . Todoroki stopped in his tracks, then zeroed in on the messenger herself, walking with her hands in her pockets.

“Uraraka,” he called, jogging slightly to catch up. “You remember what you said earlier about me not needing to worry about Midoriya?”

She twirled her hair with her pointer finger. “Ah, yeah, I do.”

“Is there any way you could explain what you meant?” he asked, failing to tamp out an excited edge as his stupid, smitten brain began anticipating her response, jumping to conclusions.

“Yes, of course, Todoroki!” Dream Uraraka beamed. “I was just saying that Midoriya is deeply in love with you and wants to date immediately and kiss in the locker room and let you play with his hair!”

Real Uraraka opened her mouth. Todoroki felt his chest flutter. “Nope,” she stated - simply, devastatingly.

Todoroki could practically hear his hopes shattering.

Uraraka must have heard it, too, because she smiled sympathetically. “I'm sorry, Todoroki, but I made a promise that I fully intend to keep. I’ve already run my mouth too much. You’re a smart guy, though. I’m 100% sure you’ll be able to work things out on your own.” Her smile shifted into an encouraging one.

“But-” A buzz in Todoroki’s pocket cut him off, and he pulled out his phone.

Midoriya Izuku:

>>> how’s the face???

Todoroki kept his phone close to his chest, inexplicably nervous. It buzzed again.

>>> hopefully not too bruised to keep random hordes of girls from attacking

>>> or maybe thats a good thing ?

“What’s got you all smiley, Todor- oh my god.” Ashido peered at the phone cradled against his chest and broke out into a dangerous grin. Suddenly, his nerves didn’t seem so inexplicable anymore. “You’re texting Toyota, aren’t you?”

Shit. Todoroki may just end up shoved into a closet with Midoriya, yet. “..Yeah.”

Before Todoroki could even react, Tokoyami appeared out of genuine fucking nowhere beside Todoroki. “It’s Midoriya Izuku,” he reported, straightlaced, straightforward, straight to the point.

The common syllable, of course, being in direct opposition to a certain Todoroki Tidbit that had just been exposed to an incredulous Ashido, her black eyes popping.

“No fucking way…” She abandoned Uraraka to join Tokoyami beside Todoroki. “Holy shit,” she whispered, eyes glued to the phone. “I’ve been such a fool - I don’t know how I didn’t see it. The gym fire makes so much sense now!”

“The important thing is that nobody got hurt!” Uraraka piped up, across from the three of them.

“Let’s really not talk about that, please.”

“You’re right, Todoroki, there are more important things to attend to. Like the fact that the Twitter heartthrob himself bats for the other team. I think we should take a moment of silence for all the broken hearts of Todoroki’s fangirls,” Ashido stated solemnly.

Tokoyami bowed his head in respect. Uraraka missed the entire point by laughing.

And Todoroki just stood helplessly, the conversation completely out of his control.

Then lept out of his skin when his phone was swiftly swiped from his hand, Ashido whooping victoriously.

“I’m gonna text him~” she sang, and fear drenched Todoroki’s very core.

“Don’t.” He pled, desperately.

“Do.” She retorted, mercilessly. “Now which pickup line should I send him: the appendix one or the bandaid one?”

“I enjoy the appendix one,” Tokoyami voted, and Todoroki knew it was only a matter of seconds before his most valued friendship lay in shambles.

It was pure adrenaline, then, that made him lunge. Pure survival instinct that made him grab for the phone, right as Ashido was typing.

Ashido - damn her - dodged, holding the phone behind her back and cackling. Todoroki lunged again, seemingly to the right, but then changing to the left at the last moment. With a loud smack, he took hold of the top of the phone.

“That was a well-executed feint,” Tokoyami praised.

The perpetrator squawked, but maintained her grip. Todoroki yanked at the device - Christ, was Uraraka literally on the ground laughing in the background? - yanked with all his might.

“I’m trying to help you!” Ashido gasped, eyes twinkling a bit too much for her intentions to be merely altruistic.

“And I don’t want to be helped by talking like Kaminari!”

Ashido snorted at that, losing focus just enough for Todoroki to concentrate all his strength into one final tug.

The phone - he’d gotten it back! Todoroki released a huge sigh of relief and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then stiffened as a muffled, disembodied voice trickled from his pocket. “Hello?”

Swearing under his breath, Todoroki pulled out the godforsaken device. A full-screen photo of a smiling Midoriya affronted him, along with the knowledge that he must have accidentally dialed Midoriya up during his struggle with Ashido.

Fucking hell, couldn’t the universe cut him a single break?!

“Shouto? Are you there?”

“Yep!” His voice squeaked out on the wrong side of puberty, and Uraraka fell back down onto the street.

“Shouto?” Ashido mouthed, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Todoroki’s cheeks glew red. Of course they’d be able to hear Midoriya talking.

“Oh alright! It seemed like you may have called on accident.”

“Oh yeah. That’s because I did.”

“Oh, haha.”

“Ha, yeah.”

Todoroki stood there awkwardly, toeing at the road.

“What inspiring dialogue,” Tokoyami deadpanned.

“For real, dude, this is horrible,” Ashido whispered fiercely. “Say something funny. Flirt!”

As if he could ever pull that off. Todoroki consulted the asphalt, mind coming up blank. “So, uh, do you prefer a Frosty or McFlurry?”

Oh god, he instantly regretted that one. Uraraka, who had only just stood back up, collapsed against a (rightfully) unimpressed Ashido, shaking violently.

“Probably a Frosty. They’re cheaper.” From her slump on top of Ashido, Uraraka fist pumped. “What about you?”

“I’ve actually never had either.”

“Oh! Haha, that’s too bad. To be honest though, I can’t really remember the last time I had either.”

“Ask him on a date!!” Ashido whisper-yelled.

Tokoyami nodded. “A perfect tactical opening.”

But instead of doing just that, of following perhaps the only sound advice he’d been offered all day, Todoroki glared and covered his free ear. He’d had it to hell and back with making a fool of himself publicly.

“I know, I know, the tragedy must have shocked you into silence,” Midoriya joked, and Todoroki felt fuzzy.

“Ah, not quite.”

Midoriya laughed. The fuzziness increased. “That’s cold.”

Forgetting his audience, Todoroki hummed. “Hopefully, sometimes cold is a good thing.”

A muffled cough echoed through the receiver. “Of course I like - I mean, cold things are awesome. And hot things too! Like, uh, I enjoy the winter and summer a lot separately, so if they came together or something it would be amazing. Yep.”

“You’re so in there,” Ashido giggled.

“Very much so,” Tokoyami agreed, and Uraraka flashed the ok gesture with a huge grin.

Todoroki’s face blazed even brighter. It was high time to end this call before he slipped again.

“Alright, well I think I’m going to go now. Sorry for bothering you.”

“You never bother me, Shouto,” Midoriya’s voice crackled cheerfully, and Ashido awww’ed. “Seeya later!”

“Bye, love you.” Todoroki hung up calmly.

...

Then promptly dropped his phone, swaying violently on his feet.

Dark Shadow instantly darted out to catch the phone, and Todoroki would’ve been grateful if it wasn’t for the tiny little fact that his entire world had just ended.

“Oh my god,” he whispered distantly.

Nearly instantly, his phone buzzed again, and when Todoroki made no move to take it, to react in any way, to continue living, Uraraka grabbed it herself.

“Oh my god,” he repeated. Even Dark Shadow seemed to be cringing in secondhand embarrassment.

“Midoriya wants to, uh,” Uraraka spoke softly, like a paramedic to a victim in shock. “He wants to know if you said that by accident.” Then, more to herself. “He’s probably halfway to actual physical combustion.”

“Oh my god.” Todoroki swayed again, still a little hung up on the most mortifying blunder in his entire life. This made the gym fire look like a barrel of fun. “I just, I just told Midoriya that I’m in love with him. Then hung up.”

“The instant hang up was a little cruel. Although I guess I have to respect just going for it like that. Even if it wasn’t romantic at all. Like, at all.”

Todoroki faced Ashido with panicked eyes. “I didn’t mean to say it! It, it was just on my mind and it slipped out on its own and…”

Wait . A predilection to say what he was thinking…

“Fuck ,” he groaned, with real feeling.

Meanwhile, Uraraka’s own phone began buzzing up a storm, and she raised her eyebrows as she scanned the messages. “You really should explain yourself, Todoroki. Before cardiac arrest comes into play.”

Shit, she was right. Numbly, he took back his phone and opened his text window with Midoriya.

>>> hey did i hear u wrong or did u just say ‘love u’ hahahahahah

>>> thats pretty funny dude, A+ joke, 10/10, top of the line there buddy

>>> it was just like by habit right?? Right?????

>>> once i called all might Dad ahahahancxknvkvnxd can u believe it?? hes not actually my dad !!1! crazy!

Then, curiously, a message of all blank spaces.

>>> I’m sorry about those prior messages, Shouto! I’d appreciate it greatly if you disregarded them :) Thank you!

“I need to change schools,” Todoroki croaked, shriveling inside. Why, oh why hadn’t he just stuck with the appendix pickup line?

“Before you do that, though, could you please text Midoriya back?” Uraraka glanced at her phone. “Thank god I paid for unlimited messages...”

“What should I say?! ‘Oh hey Midoriya, it’s Todoroki. I know I just accidentally admitted that I’m in love with you but have you done the homework for Monday?’”

“Is an unfortunate Freudian slip really the manner in which you want to reveal your feelings?” Tokoyami raised a respective eyebrow.

“Of course not!” Todoroki scrambled to find the words. “Midoriya - he deserves the world. Or at least a goddamn bouquet. Anything but this.”

“Then brush this off as an accident - as it genuinely was - move on, and focus on crafting a confession you deem worthy of Midoriya.”

“And my closet offer still stands, by the way,” Ashido added, effectively squelching the composure Todoroki had gained from Tokoyami’s words.

Drawing a deep breath, he unlocked his phone. There was no need in prolonging the inevitable.

<<< I’m sorry for not replying until now

<<< I didn’t intend to say... what I said

<<< like you guessed, it was an accident, and quite an embarrassing one

<<< I apologize for any confusion.

“Goddamn, Todoroki, you’re texting a friend, not drafting a business email.”

Todoroki ignored Ashido and opened Midoriya’s near-instant reply.

>>> oh haha thats what i thought!

>>> dont worry about it dude, no big deal :D

Todoroki shoved his phone back into his pocket, and began making his unsteady way back towards campus.

Uraraka’s phone buzzed the entire way.

Twenty minutes later, Todoroki sped through his long-awaited shower, that disastrous “ love you” looping endlessly through his mind. He shampooed with much more vigor than necessary.

Twenty five minutes later, Todoroki received a text from Uraraka.

>>> your ass is lucky that i also upgraded to unlimited minutes

Thirty minutes later, Kouda was surprised to discover the men’s bathing facility practically dripping with steam, and a thick slush of ice coating the bottom of one of the showers.

Thanks for reading! :D

#ayo #bnha fanfiction #tododeku fanfiction #todoroki shouto/midoriya izuku #my writing #poor todoroki lmao

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under the tokyo moon

title: Under the Tokyo Moon

pairing: akakuro

rating/warnings: teen and up; minor violence (in my opinion) and a minor character death. mostly fun banter.

summary:

Because who would have thought that an assassin part of the Japanese government’s darker divisions would have sided with the undisputed leader in both the civilian world and in the underground world?

Hint: Imayoshi Shoichi didn’t.

notes: for day 3 of AkaKuro Week 2017. follows the prompts of Irony and Rebellion mainly, but hints of Acceptance can be found as well. this work is an au in both terms of roles and personalities; kuroko and akashi are somewhat sociopathic as they possess some characteristics of it but not all.

read on ao3 or below!

Nighttime falls on Tokyo silently and rapidly, but the city is anything but that.

It’s large, mass-crowded city with people still up and rushing to wherever and whoever. The neon lights are plentiful, pretty colors gleaming underneath large tv screens and the posters of anything ranging from beauty products to business to pop culture. Stores are still open too, and nothing in the city seems like it’ll stop moving.

Except, something does. Or rather, someone .

The shot is near silent when it happens, easy enough to hide it as a passing noise in one’s imagination. It’s the shattering of the penthouse window that sounds loudly, kickstarting a chain of screams as the guests inside the room watched the body fall over with a bullet in the brain. All he sees before he turns around is the harsh opening of the door, security guards forcing their way in past the terror.

The sniper takes one last look, gaze apathetic, before he strides towards the edge of the building he shot from. He doesn’t look down once until both of his feet are off of the roof, his body freefalling from gravity; he’s sure that his actions – and maybe the rifle too – are what sets off another chain of screams from pedestrians watching a young boy committing suicide.

Or so it seems, because one moment they’re watching him and the next, there’s nothing. There’s no more sign of the falling streak of blue, just empty air. They’ll never know what ever happened to him or if he even existed at all after that.

After all, the victim’s extermination is just as silent and quick as nighttime’s arrival and the disappearance of Kuroko Tetsuya, unheard with the loudness that was Tokyo’s late hours and unseen with the fallacy of the human mind.

Against the dark, Tokyo sky, a black-haired male sits in a chair with a phone a few ways away from his ear. A cigar hangs loosely from his fingertips as ashes missed the tray, falling carelessly onto the carpet and earning a hidden look of distaste from the guest in the office. The smoker only smiles serenely at the other man before the man on the line speaks.

“You finally picked up. The mission has been done for the last 30 minutes, Imayoshi-san. I’m already on my way back.”

His voice, for as smooth and controlled as it is, sounds tinny over the speaker but neither man in the office looks bothered by it. If anything, the redhead sitting across Imayoshi smiles at the reply, the distasteful look gone.

“Of course you are. I don’t know why I keep asking, really.”

“I never thought you to be a liar or to be an idiot, Imayoshi-san. Don’t start now.”

Imayoshi clicks his tongue in annoyance, all traces of amusement and mischief disappearing. As much as he likes Kuroko, he much more prefers keeping both his life and the business of the redhead in front of him.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Kuroko-kun,” he almost coos, tone too sweet to be innocent.

Brief silence reigns over the both of them before the blunet replies, “Ah, Imayoshi-san is already annoyed with only two comments from me? Who are you dealing a business with now? I do have to know who I’m being sold off to again after all.”

Akashi Seijuurou chuckles quietly at the comment, watching a red flush creep over the forced smiling expression of the black-haired male’s face. It’s amusing to see a man like Imayoshi Shoichi be pegged down a notch and by a subordinate too.

He strides forward, stray chuckles still leaving him before it finally trails off as he picks up the phone from the flushed man. His voice is calm and smooth, much like the other person on the line, when he greets him “Hello.”

“Oh, are you the one I’m being sold off to? I’m surprised a man like Akashi-san is dealing with someone like Imayoshi-san. Well-known and quite rich as the CEO of all branches of your corporation, known for being kind and charitable as well for donations and shogi games. Ah, but you’re also secretive, aren’t you?

“You have a second personality, indicated by heterochromia and almost completely different mannerisms. Instead of a CEO of the Akashi corporations, you’re the head of the largest yakuza branch and had been for the last 7 years, committing and getting away with more crimes than the other two branches combined.”

“For describing me as secretive, you do know quite a bit about me. I expected nothing less from a highly revered assassin, especially one whose feet are both in the government’s world and the underground world,” A pause as Akashi smirks. “It’s nice to meet you, Kuroko Tetsuya. I do hope we’ll get along together.”

“As long as you don’t fake your sincerity like Imayoshi-san, we’ll be fine, Akashi-san. Therefore, please drop the kind act as I know you’re currently in your heterochromatic version of yourself considering you’re dealing with Imayoshi-san.”

This time, Akashi laughs clearly and loudly, but it’s dark and filled with a sadistic kind of glee that sends a chill down Imayoshi’s spine, wiping away his embarrassment. How Kuroko hasn’t backed down yet and ended the call after that, Imayoshi doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know.

“What a surprise you’re turning out to be, Tetsuya,” he praises, another rarity in itself. “I do mean it this time that it’ll be a pleasure to work with you.”

“Thank you, Akashi-san. I’ll be there at the office in roughly 10 minutes. I’m assuming Imayoshi-san has told you that I’ll meet you there, go through your yakuza initiation is, and then by that point, I’m officially owned by you?”

“I do like the phrasing you used of ‘being owned’ by me. It does imply, though, that you’re nothing but property to sell or trade. Are you really that self-deprecating, my dear, or just gaining my favor?”

“Gaining your favor isn’t something I prioritize.Don’t you know, Akashi-san? Me being sold to other bosses isn’t a new thing in the underworld. It’s how Imayoshi-san ‘somehow’ always finds the gangs and such, even though he always takes credit for my work. And, please, do not call me that.”

And well, if that wasn’t a useful revelation for Akashi.

“Is that so,” he hums while a mismatched gaze eyed Imayoshi’s throat. He was wondering if his signature red would look nice splattered across the floor and his neck; it’d add a nice ambience to the dark, hazy with smoke office. Maybe the blood could hide the ashes on the floor too. “How rude of him to do such a thing to you, and to me as well for being the one to take out my allied groups. I’d be mad at you, but I now know the true mastermind.”

He pulls out a hidden knife from his shirt pocket, flipping it up to reveal a silver blade. The tip came to a sharp point and glinted mercilessly in the light. Akashi hums softly as he plays with his knife, letting its reflective light bounce off Imayoshi’s pale face.

“That, and you’re quite different from all of the other hired men I have in my group,” he continues a moment later. “But tell me, what would you do if I murdered your superior right now?”

Imayoshi sweats even with his mask on, fists gripping tightly onto the edge of his desk. There’s a button near his thumb that he could press, but he knows that’s a stupid move when Akashi could read all of his movements and kill him the moment Imayoshi acts. He only stays frozen, hoping that Kuroko would save him.

His hopes are dashed.

“I don’t care as long as I get my pay. Actually, now that I think about it, I’d love it if you could get the information for his banking account as he’ll have no use for it when he’s dead. You can do whatever you wish as long as I at least get my paycheck for this recent mission.”

“How cruel of you, Tetsuya, to be so ignorant of others’ lives as long as you get what you want.”

“ You’re the one not one to chide me on being cruel, Akashi-san. Besides, you’re the one suggesting such an idea. I’m simply taking advantage of the given opportunity and benefiting as best I can,” There’s a harsh scraping of something that comes through the speaker. “I’ll have to end this call now, Akashi-san. I’ve parked at the office now, and I’ll be up in a moment.”

“Of course. I have to depart as well and take care of my idea,” Akashi smiles. “Goodbye, my dear.”

“Again, do not call me that.”

Akashi doesn’t reply to Kuroko’s words, only gazing at Imayoshi curiously and amusedly once the man ended the call. He stops spinning the knife in his hands as he tilts his head slightly.

“Tell me, Shoichi, are you sure you’re actually the boss of this Tetsuya?”

A quiet chuckle barely restraining fear floats through the room. “Officially, yes. Truthfully, of course not. He’s an assassin, and a stubborn and skilled one at that, making him perfect for killing but not for subservience. All assassins are the same in that regard.”

The redhead only hums a noise in response before he smiles softly and poisonously. His mismatched eyes glint dangerously against the full moonlight and pierce Imayoshi with a fearful chill.

“That’s where you are wrong. Assassins bow down easier than other workers due to the nature of their job. After all, they need a target to be found and given to them to be considered an assassin. Do nothing or threaten to take your aid away if they don’t submit, they’ll become no better than murderers.

“It must be your inability to handle him that Kuroko’s like this. What a shame, but I’ll have to thank you for that. He wouldn’t have been interesting at all if you had succeeded in making him submissive.”

Warm red is no longer, but instead replaced by a sadistic crimson that compliments his whispered reputation in the underworld. His grin is feral now, laced with poison-tipped words and sharp-edged look of insanity in his golden eye.

“Ah, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a refreshing conversation in my life until now, Shoichi,” Akashi sighs gleefully to himself. “I might even be what one may call, ‘a lovestruck maiden’. It’ll be a joy to corrupt him and break him.”

He licks his lips, mind running with hundred miles per hour thoughts.

“I wonder how long it’ll take for me to own Tetsuya completely.”

“You won’t have to wonder, Akashi-san, as it won’t happen ever.”

Kuroko stands in the doorway, body nearly hidden in the darkness of the room and barely caught by the moonlight streaming through. His face is blank when he strides forward, coming into the light and making Akashi absolutely revel at the sight.

The smaller male, at first glance, looks weak and frail with only beauty as his saving grace, but Akashi knows that that’s not the case when his heterochromatic gaze sweeps over the younger man. Yes, he’s a pretty sight with hair and matching eyes of a sky-blue shade and pale skin that seems almost ethereal under the moon but–

Akashi can’t deny that every move Kuroko makes, he can notice the small yet still defined muscles that rippled under his clothes. His motion is smooth and silent, moving in a fluid and almost beautiful manner that leaves Akashi with a hitched breath.

So, this is what the world-renowned assassin named Kuroko Tetsuya looks like – both beautiful and deadly. How cliche, but perfectly fitting.

“Stop staring, Akashi-san,” he continues after Akashi doesn’t speak.”I’m surprised you haven’t disposed of Imayoshi-san yet. Does this mean I’ll have the honors of assassinating him?”

Kuroko seems almost earnest as he takes out his knife, and Akashi can’t help but chuckle at it; he was truly something for being so joyful – or at least he thinks because Kuroko’s expression is still so apathetic – at the thought of murdering his superior. The redhead pins the smaller male with a curious look, wondering how murderous Kuroko really was.

Maybe they’ll have competition to see who could massacre the most targets for fun when Akashi gets Kuroko to officially join him; he’s been bored with all of his own assigned mission. And it’d be nice to see Kuroko dolled up in bloody spatters of Akashi’s color like it was his own, secretive way of claiming Kuroko entirely.

For now, though: “No, I simply wanted to let you watch me murder him.”

Akashi surges forward without hesitation, arm already sweeping to the right as the knife cuts almost cleanly through Imayoshi’s neck. The redhead sees one last look of shock in the now open eyes of the male, but it fades away almost instantly into deadness. He steps back, flipping his knife close again and slipping it into his pocket in one fluid motion.

Everything happens in mere moments, just a little too fast for Kuroko to comprehend, but the result is what matters.

Imayoshi’s throat is slit beautifully, Kuroko admits, blood running down the severed, pale column and sinking into the plush chair his superior sat in. Yet, he eyes the body with annoyance before sheathing his knife and pulling back to stand near Akashi.

Despite the ugly person, the two of them can’t deny that there’s something gorgeous about the scene – about murder. Under the Tokyo moon, Imayoshi’s body is paler and brighter with his shadows dark and plenty; the blood pooling around him is a bright scarlet, one almost matching Akashi’s hair and eyes.

Under the Tokyo moon, they watch it together with a new something forming between them, and something akin to electricity runs through their bodies when they turn to look at each other.

“How ironic that Imayoshi-san sold me to capture you or end your life, like the other situations, but the opposite happened,” Kuroko murmurs. “I’m quite annoyed, though, that you managed to kill him before me.”

“What can I say, my dear,” Akashi grins, canine glinting in the light as he wraps an arm around Kuroko’s waist. “I am absolute, and I have a reputation of being undefeated to keep.”

“Yes, yes, it’s your win, Akashi-san,” Kuroko nearly sighs. “May we be on our way now before his personal secretary finds us with the dead body? Also, please detach your arm from me, and stop calling me your dear.”

“Call me Seijuurou, Tetsuya. We’ve already grown to be friends with our phone conversation. But yes, we should get going now. I already have a clean-up crew set up nearby.”

The two of them start to make their way over to the door, Akashi shutting it near silently behind them. They spend their walk to the elevators quietly, guards up and attention high as they peeked around corners to look for incoming people who could question them.

There was only one, unfortunate soul who was caught by them. It was Imayoshi’s personal secretary, his brown eyes widening in fear as his body started to tremble at the duo; it wasn’t until Akashi’s neutral gaze turned into a piercing, cold glare that he froze completely and let them past.

Even the elevator ride is spent with caution, but Kuroko finally breaks the silence the moment they exit the elevator and reach the lobby, replying to Akashi’s comment minutes ago. “No, thank you, Akashi-san. I’m to be your assassin, not your consort.”

“I don’t see why you can’t be both to me. And you’re the one who said consort. What if I only wanted you to call me by my given name to promote close friendships?”

“If you keep talking, you won’t be able to see in general,” Kuroko responds dryly, ignoring what Akashi had pointed out.

“How fiery of you, Tetsuya. You’re making me love the idea of you being my consort even more rather than my assassin.” Akashi smirks. “I suppose I’ll have to keep trying until I succeed.”

Kuroko finally lets out a quiet sigh as they exit the building. “That one won’t be your win, Akashi-san,” he retorts as he looks around until he sees a red – obviously – car light up momentarily and clicking open.

“False,” is all the redhead hums in response as he seats himself on the driver’s side and starts to pull out the parking spot when Kuroko’s seatbelted. “An Akashi always gets what they want.”

Kuroko resists the urge to raise an eyebrow at the overconfident statement, opening his mouth to reply; their banter continues as they drive down under the Tokyo moon.

#akakuroweek2017 #akakuro #akashi seijuro #kuroko tetsuya #knb #day 3 #kuroko no basuke #will the real otp please stand up #kuroko no harem #seiju writes

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overwatchoriginalcharacters · 7 years

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Shaelynn Kartasasmita, The Hellish Eyed "Ghost"

Name: Shaelynn Kartasasmita

Codename: Rabbit’s End

Nickname(s): Hellish-Eyed Ghost, The Devil from the Heavens

Race: Human

Nationality: Naturalized Indonesian, formerly Irish

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Occupation: Contract Assassin

Affiliation: Neutral

Type: Support

Appearance:

Shaelynn is well-known for her heterochromia on her eyes, which one being purple and the other one is blueish gray and she has sharper canine tooth than the average man, and she has bunny-like central incisors. Aside of that, Shaelynn seems to have long, dark, unkempt hairs with blood-red colored left-side bangs around her forehead. Shaelynn weighs around 55kgs and stands for 160cm, she prefers bras over clothes and usually combined it with a torn denim jacket with a lot of patches on it and likes to wear very short jeans with black fishnet stockings with her thongs showed around her pelvis area, which is a taboo in Indonesian culture and customs. She’s rather cold and rarely talks with people she doesn’t know and enjoying her peaceful times with listening to classical music and hanging out at underground punk rock bars or any places that she considered as “the lonely and darkest place to think.” She has several stitches on her face, notably the “torn up lips” stitches that sewed across her lips and “upside-down hexagram” stitches which sewed around her face with some strange satanic symbols between it, and for those who looked to her left in horror and several reports of unconsciousness. Aside from heterochromia on her eyes, she also appears to have blood-red sclera. Which according to several residents, she was called “Jurig Panon Naraka” in Sundanese, roughly translated as “The Hellish-Eyed Ghost.” But, the residents, especially the boys make an exception for her as she’s considered as “foreigner in Priangan.” Around her back, she has a Pentagram tattoo and an upside-down cross carved into her flesh and several other symbols of satanism on her, that also carved into her flesh and several Pagan chantings on the shoulder painted in blood. Although she tried to remove it, it appears to stays there as long as she roamed the world.

Personality:

Shaelynn’s personality is rather lawfully evil. She is known to kill or torture those who cheated on her or trying to fight with her in front of their family and friends, while she’s still obeying all the rules, customs, and laws that applied to the individual parts of the world she have been to. She always solves problems with force or violence. She likes to finish her problems up close and personal. Behind all of that negativity and the dark persona she had, she’s often considered as “Jurig dari Kayangan.” Which translated into English as “The Ghost from the Heavens,” she might be not good looking as people thought but, deep inside she’s a sweet, friendly, warm-hearted girl who seeks adventure together and making new connections of friends throughout her life. She lived all alone and wanting to have a company is one of her biggest dreams she couldn’t achieve alone and to fulfill it, she needs help from those who willing to work with the evil-yet-adorable girl. Throughout her life, she developed several phobias, two out of three were Anuptaphobia and Erythrophobia, fear of being single and fear of blushing. She is immature when she’s emotionally attached to her dearest people and acts childish towards everything when she’s around them.

Bio:

Shaelynn Kartasasmita was born in Ireland, August 21st, 2043 to an American father and an Irish-German mother, she was supposedly a young, energetic girl, as so her father thought about it. The family was a part of the satanic culture and use Shaelynn as their sacrificial tool. By paralyzing her and carved satanic symbol on her back and particularly all around her face to communicate with the Underworldly beings, but the communication failed and thus banishing young Shaelynn to the other part of the world. She was found by a wife of the Governor of Sumedang, Euis Kartasasmita who at that time were observing her tea plantation with her Husband, Prabu Adiwidjaja Kartasasmita II. Shaelynn was now under the care of the Kartasasmita Family in Sumedang, Indonesia.

Without any fear nor suspicions about Shaelynn, they brought her to the census center where they officially add Shaelynn as their newest family member. Thus, renaming her Shaelynn Kartasasmita I. Shaelynn’s life in Sumedang is rather dark and mysterious, she never talks nor replied someone if they want to chat with her and ignoring them completely and continue what she was doing to avoid any social contacts on her. Her adoptive parents faced her with sincerity and provided her full access to all of their legacy, and she learned everything from the Kartasasmita’s personal historian, Ki Umar Djajawidjaja III. He told her everything he knows about Sumedang and the Kartasasmitas, although she is not enjoying every lecture Ki Umar gave her, nevertheless, she mostly knows where to go and where to avoid. Her mind and thoughts are full of curiosity and decided to go where she should go according to Ki Umar Djajawidjaja III and learn everything by herself. She is able to speak two languages, her mother tongue, English and her newly added language, Sundanese.

She’s attending her first school at five-years-old to enrich her Sundanese vocabulary and to smoothen her tongue when she talking to the elderly, to her fellow classmates, and to her younger friends. Aside from learning Sundanese in school, she also taught by Ki Umar Djajawidjaja III more about Sundanese language, and also to its culture and customs, and how should she behave when meeting with elderly, her friends, and her younger friends. Her friends called her “Si Sétan Geulis” or in English “The Beautiful Devil,” because she had all the satanic material on her back and obviously around her head. She found it as a compliment rather than mockery, and beautiful is a reference to her baby-face.

Shaelynn developed her phobia of being single and getting a blush when she was fourteen-years-old, one boy named Udin Kartawidjaja fell in love with her and occasionally flirting with her when he had a free time to see her at the class. Udin once recalled that she’s “standing out from other girls,” and instantly fell in love the next day he met her. All the girls and boys who didn’t know her immediately make her famous throughout her primary high school years, and she is always getting herself blushing when Udin talk some sweet things about her, which at the same time disgust her and become her first big obstacle to overcome. Her father did know about this and had a serious talk with Shaelynn, and he decided to let her choose whose going to be her companion bound by marriage on her own.

Shaelynn rejected Udin because she didn’t like “those who will play with her feelings,” and eventually forget about him several months after Udin proposed her to be his last bit of happiness. After she’s moving on from Udin, Shaelynn developed another phobia, the fear of being single. Anuptaphobia. This happened to her when she’s on the way home and saw all the cute couples sitting underneath the banyan tree surrounding Sumedang’s town square. She ran home and immediately go to bed, wondering and imagining if she could get her one boy who will protect and treat her good.

A dark side of her developed when she was missing after she attending Ajeng Suryadinata’s birthday in Kota Kulon Region, Shaelynn was kidnapped by three local thugs and were raped and beaten for six days, the information reached the Kartasasmita a little bit late. She was held in an empty warehouse, and the thugs demanded an enormous amount of money to give her back to her parent’s hands. The Royal Family shocked with this news and asked the locals to seek this warehouse and eradicate the thugs in all costs. As soon as the news spread, Shaelynn knows that the criminals always slept very very late and wake up in midday and she uses this as an advantage to escape. Late at night, when she was told to rest, Shaelynn sneaks up a piece of the blade that Shaelynn stole from the big thug named Acéng and thinking about a plan to escape by killing all the three thugs who were raping her for five straight days. Since then, her mind broken and all she can think is retaliation to those who harmed her and needs to be killed at all costs. By dawn, she already killed three of them and left their guts opened to be eaten by maggots and stray dogs. She used their blood as a coverage of her being heavily beaten. Since then, Shaelynn developed her merciless and rather a psychopathic personality. She’s now more attracted to the dark side of the world, which according to her family is “using all black and acts cold as a graveyard” towards everyone she met.

Since her first torment and rape, and as she grew older and went to secondary high school, she was the “Average Judy” with a slight improvement in her intelligence and physical endurance and was the school’s favorite girl. She occasionally told people about her story and how to avoid such things as she became more aware of her friend’s safety, especially those who are female. She lived among Muslims, and she already knew their culture and customs, although she isn’t taught it directly by Ki Umar Djajawidjaja III, she knows how to behave around them and how to dress like them – wearing formal clothes, even she didn’t like it. Shaelynn should follow any culture and customs around her neighborhood, one wrongdoing can lead her to her demise and people would likely to leave her alone in the dark instead guiding her to the light. Aside from social teachings, she also gave an intensive training for two years how to wield a blade as soon as she reaches sixteen-years-old. At first, she didn’t know what to do with the blade and swing it uncontrollably and land a scar on Ki Umar’s chest. One night, she remembers that the blade she used to kill three thugs that raped her before and continued her intensive training how to wield a blade with Ki Umar Djajawidjaja III.

After Prabu Adiwidjaja Kartasasmita had dethroned and replaced by Raden Inu Amidjayana I, he ruled Sumedang somewhat fair, and people loved him so much, but not Shaelynn who prefers her adoptive father to lead Sumedang. One day, she has enough money to bought a dagger, and she chooses the Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger for Rp 8.150.000 and uses it as her personal self-defense weapon. Soon after she bought the blade, her mind completely changed, from defending herself from danger to kill a governor. She plotted against the new governor as she found him uninterestingly rule Sumedang with all the money he had to win people’s heart. She then began to threaten all the Raden Inu’s allies, either by putting her dagger to their throats or to search their complex by herself and not to forget to kill all of them.

Prabu Kartasasmita knows this and expelled Shaelynn from the Kartasasmitas and told her to not ever coming back again to the family or to Sumedang. As soon as she’s expelled from the family, she found a refuge at Gunung Kunci, once used as Dutch’s fortification to defend Sumedang from the Omnic attack and now it’s completely abandoned, and no one would go inside it. She is expelled from the Kartasasmitas at the age of eighteen, where she already mastering her blade works. Two months after her exile, she launched her attack against Raden Inu Amidjayana and succeed killing him when he was sleeping and by the next morning, the city was burned to the ground, and all-out civil war broke within few days after the Assassination of Raden Inu. Accusing the Kartasasmitas of the murder while at the same time blaming the corrupt chief deputy of Sumedang Police Force, Chief Dedi Wijaya. Shaelynn went missing afterward, and since then no one knows her whereabouts. People began to spread rumors that she’s presumed dead or went crazy and began to terrorize other folks in the different part of the region.

How the civil war broke out and people rioting after the assassination never explained, and several years after her disappearance, Sumedang was destroyed, and only one survivor survived the war to tell the tale. The Kartasasmitas and the Amidjayanas were nowhere to be found after the Indonesian Task Force were deployed to the scene. One resident who barely escapes the scene told the Task Force that she saw a mysterious figure perched on the flagpole as it watched Sumedang consumed by flame and the blood of those who died, and then it was never found or seen again. Both families were presumed missing or killed in action.

Equipment/Weaponry:

- Throwing, Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger (-24 HP per throw, 48m/s ROF)

- Melee, KA-BAR USMC, Composite Damascus Steel (-21 HP)

- Rifle, SS-V2 Assault Rifle (-15 HP, 30 rounds, 20m/s ROF)

Abilities:

- Keen Eyes (+15% to damage to throwable and projectiles for 3.5 seconds, CD: 15 seconds, catchphrase: “Gotcha, mate.”)

- Oblivion Runner (+5% to movement speed for 5 seconds, CD: 25secs, catchphrase: “Run for your life!” *hellish cute giggling*)

Ultimate Move:

Ska Vibe, Baby! (+15% damage, +5% movement speed, catchphrase: “Date Trap, baby, Date Trap *hellish cute giggling*)

Strengths:

Devilish Eyes

Blademaster

Bloodthirst

Weaknesses:

Handsome Boys

Sweets

Danceable Ska Vibes

Sunsets

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Character Bio

Did this today. Wrote up a bio for a character I’ve been thinking about. I may actually get something written this weekend or tonight. Feels good to be writing again.

Personal Questions

1. What is your real, birth name? What name do you use?

Amarantha Taele Nakano. My mother and father call me Ama (A-maa), I do not allow this name for people I do not know well, otherwise I offer my middle Taele. 2. What do you look like? (Include height, weight, hair, eyes, skin, apparent age, and distinguishing features)

I am 5-foot-8-inches tall and weigh about 155 pounds, mostly muscle, I live in the wilderness is Cleigne so being strong and fit are a must. My hair is brown, but it is so dark that it appears black unless the sun is hitting it, in which my hair will fade into a reddish-brown. I have a darker complexion that I inherited from my mother and her eyes. I have heterochromia, just like my mother, my right eye is blue and my left eye is green. I am in my late 20’s and I wear sturdy clothing that provides protection and freedom of movement. 3. How do you dress most of the time?

Mostly in warm leathers. Layers so that when it gets warm I can shed some. In the warmer months it is cotton underclothes with leather leggings, tunic and knee-high boots. In colder months it is much of the same except there is a layer of wool between the leather and cotton. The leather is much heavier, lined with furs and scarves. 4. How do you "dress up?"

I have a single ‘nice’ dress that my father bought for me in Insomnia. I wear it on special occasions, like weddings and parties, but I don’t go to parties often. 5. How do you "dress down?"

Not sure there really is a ‘dressing down’. It is either normal or fancy. 6. What do you wear when you go to sleep?

Depends on the setting. When at home I sleep in the nude. When traveling my cotton underclothes. 7. Do you wear any jewelry?

I wear my mother’s wedding ring around my neck in leather pouch under my clothes. 8. In your opinion, what is your best feature?

My eyes, not necessarily because they are the best, but because they are unique. 9. What's your real birth date?

I was born on April 24th, of the year 726 ME. 10. Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, avant-garde, sparse, etc.?

Rustic. I live in a small cottage with my mother and father in Cleigne. It is kept neat, sparsely (but comfortably) furnished to keep my ailing mother as comfortable as I can. We mostly use our wood stove and lamps during the warmer months and save our generator for the winter. We also have a small vegetable and herb garden. 11. What is your most prized mundane possession? Why do you value it so much?

My mother’s wedding ring. I hope to use it someday. 12. What one word best describes you?

Unrelenting.

Familial Questions

1. What was your family like?

It was just my mother, my father and me. My mother was always frail in health fighting the winter months with ailments of the lungs and fluttering in her heart. My father was a strong man, a hunter, who worked out of Cleigne. My mother died in the winter of 750 when I was 24. She passed peacefully in her sleep. My father took her death very hard and threw himself into his work. He was killed early in 752 by daemons. 2. Who is your spouse, and what are they like?

I am not married. 3. Who are your children, and what are they like?

I have one child, a daughter, her name is Ivka. She is two years old. 4. What is your relationship like? Are you married?

I had long distance relationship with a young man from Insomnia. I met him by chance when he was 15 and hit it off great. We’d meet several times a year, mostly when he was camping with his family. I would travel out from my home and spend several nights with him. Sometimes we would meet in Hammerhead. We ended the relationship when he entered the Crownsguard.

Childhood Questions

1. What is your first memory?

My mother’s voice. She used to sing me a lullaby every night before I went to sleep. 2. What was your favorite toy?

A wooden toy behemoth my father made for me. I loved carved toys of wildlife. He brought me one every year for my birthday. 3. What was your favorite game?

Go. I used play with my mother every night before bed. 4. Any non-family member adults stick out in your mind? Who were they, and how did you know them? Why do they stick out?

Various members of the Crownsguard. Usually once a year, around my birthday, one would come visit. They’d bring some gifts, ask after me and my mother, and chat with my father. I assumed they were my father’s friends as he was once in the Crownsguard. Several of them came to both my mother’s and father’s pyre. 5. Who was your best friend when you were growing up?

I had a cat growing up. We didn’t live near people so I didn’t interact with other children my age until I was much older. When I did I found that I had little in common with them.

Adolescent Questions

1. How old were you when you went on you have your first kiss?

I was 22 when I had my first kiss. I lived isolated from others so I was still a virgin until this point. 2. It is common for one's view of authority to develop in their adolescent years. What is your view of authority, and what event most affected it?

Authority is only good when it is used wisely. Heed the laws meant to protect yourself and others. If laws are unjust or allow people to suffer then you must rise up to challenge them. My father taught me this. 3. Did you enjoy your apprenticeship?

I apprenticed under my mother until she was too sick to teach me. I became an alchemist, like her, specializing in making potions and elixirs to sell to the hunters in the area. 4. Did you do well with your tutors?

My mother and father were my tutors and did their best to teach me everything they thought I would need to survive in the world. My father was a highly educated man, both academically and martially, as such I was taught everything he knew. 5. Who was your idol when you were growing up? Who did you first fantasize about in your life?

My mother’s unwavering strength even in the face of her own mortality. 6. What is your favorite memory from adolescence?

The first time I made love under the stars. I remember it fondly. The bark of the tree digging into my back as I was hoisting into the air. The sweet pain and awkwardness of having sex for the first time. His scent. I’ll never forget it, even after all this time and distance, it was one of the best nights of my life. 7. What is your worst memory from adolescence?

Ending it. Ending it for him and his future. It wasn’t with me but elsewhere so I let him go. Never had something been harder. Even though my heart still holds the ache left behind I do not regret it.

Occupational Questions

1. Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it?

I am an alchemist, I also use White Magic, but not like my mother did. I make potions and elixirs for the hunters that pass through the region. I don’t charge for them, but they usually leave me money anyway. I do pretty well on donations from the hunters in the area and it brings me great joy to help others in need. 2. What is something you had to learn that you hated?

Learning about the royal family and all their descendants was pretty boring. I don’t know why my father thought it was important but he did so I learned it. 3. Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why?

My money was spent taking care of my mother until she died.

Likes & Dislikes Questions

1. What hobbies do you have?

I enjoy singing, hiking, archery and carving (something I picked up from my father). 2. Who is your closest mundane friend? Describe them and how you relate to them.

Click here to enter text. 3. Who is your worst mundane enemy? Describe them and why you don't get along.

While I wouldn’t call her and enemy, me and Cindy don’t get along, she’s a nice girl and all but I don’t like how she seems to string boys along. She once ‘took’ in a boy I was interested in to the back of her garage I didn’t see them again until morning. She took offense to me calling her a shank, which I am not proud of, but since them we have simply agreed to not speak with each other unless we have too. 4. Read any good books? What were they?

I didn’t have access to many books before moving to Insomnia. I have two books that my father had that came with me when I left Cleigne after his death. Both were philosophy books. 5. What type of places do you hang out in with your friends?

I am slow to make friends, even now, I am on friendly terms with the people that I work with in Insomnia but I would call them ‘friends’. 6. What annoys you more than anything else?

People who talk just to fill the silence or hear themselves. And Gossip. 7. What would be the perfect gift for you?

Something handmade. 8. What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?

The first time my daughter smiled at me. 9. What time of day is your favorite?

Sunrise. 10. What kind of weather is your favorite?

Rain. 11. What is your favorite food? What is your least favorite food?

My favorite food is fish, any kind, and pears. I really do not care for dried foods. 12. What is your favorite drink?

Sake. 13. What's your favorite animal? Why?

I do not have a favorite. I love all animals but if I had to choose it would be cats. 14. Do you have any pets? Do you want any pets? What kind?

I used to have a cat, she stayed with the cottage when I left. 15. What do you find most relaxing? (Not as in stress relief, but as something that actually calms you down.)

Breathing. I count my breaths and listen to my heartbeat. It grounds me. 16. What habit that others have annoys you most?

Too much talking. 17. What kind of things embarrass you?

Gossip and very personal questions. 18. What don't you like about yourself?

My lack of social skills.

Sex & Intimacy Questions

1. Would you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or something else? Why?

I find all sorts of people attractive gender does not matter, but in order for a sexual relationship with someone I must have a emotional connection with them. 2. Have you ever had a same-sex experience? Who with, what was it like, and how did it go?

Once. It was short and lasted only one summer. A hunter that was about my age. We hit it off really well and ended up in a passionate relationship until she had to move on. I still remember her fondly. 3. What is your deepest, most well-hidden sexual fantasy? Would you ever try it?

Does making love under the stars count? I don’t have anything super kinky in mind besides out in the open, under the trees with nothing but the cover of night to cloak us. 4. What was the wildest thing you've ever done, sexually? Who was it with and when did it happen?

I have had lots of sex outside. More sex outside than inside actually. That seems hard to do in Insomnia though. 5. Is there any sexual activity that you enjoy and/or practice regularly that can be considered non-standard? (Bondage, Fantasy Play, etc.) Why do you like it?

No. 6. Is there any sexual activity that you will not, under any circumstances, do?

Nothing illegal. I open to trying anything at least once. 7. Do you currently have a lover? What is their name, and what is your relationship like?

What are they like? Why are you attracted to them?

I do not currently have a lover. 8. What is the perfect romantic date?

Watching the sun set and the moon rise. I know it sounds sappy but after living in the wilds for so long the constant lights and sounds of the city make me nostalgic. 9. Describe the perfect romantic partner for you.

Strong. Not just physically, that doesn’t need to be the case, but mentally and emotionally. Someone who can trust me enough to let me carry their burdens as well as help carry mine. 10. Do you ever want to get married and have children? When do you see this happening?

I have a child. As for marriage, maybe someday, but I doubt it. I let that one go. 11. What is more important – sex or intimacy? Why?

Intimacy. I must have a emotional connection to someone before I can allow such a thing to happen. I am not one for one-night stands. 12. What was your most recent relationship like? Who was it with? (Does not need to be sexual, merely romantic.)

Nothing recent.

Drug & Alcohol Questions

1. How old were you when you first got drunk? What was the experience like? Did anything good come out of it? Did anything bad come out of it?

17. My father took me out for my birthday to one of the towns nearby. I had just gotten my first daemon kill. I wasn’t hunting but was ambushed while hunting more mundane prey. He was so proud and grateful that I was alive that we got thoroughly sloshed. 2. Do you drink on any kind of regular basis?

I do now. A glass of wine or sake at night. 3. What kind of alcohol do you prefer?

Wine or sake, sometimes something harder. 4. Have you ever tried any other kind of "mood altering" substance? Which one(s)? What did you think of each?

No. 5. What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Are there any people should not do? Why or why not?

People can make their own choices.

Morality Questions

1. What one act in your past are you most ashamed of?

Calling Cindy a shank, even if she did steal a boy I wanted.

2. Have you ever been in an argument before? Over what, with who, and who won?

Plenty. Won some and lost some. 3. Have you ever been in a physical fight before? Over what, with who, and who won?

A few. I can hold my own, but I only learn from the ones I lose. 4. What do you feel most strongly about?

Helping others. 5. What do you pretend to feel strongly about, just to impress people?

Nothing. I don’t need to impress anyone. 6. What trait do you find most admirable, and how often do you find it?

The ability for people to endure and still remain kind even in the face of adversity. 7. What one act in your past are you most proud of?

Allowing the greatest love of my life to walk free. 8. Do you have any feelings in general that you are disturbed by? What are they? Why do they disturb you?

I have dreams. Nightmares really. Things I can’t remember when I wake but I know they terrify me. 9. What is your religious view of things? What religion, if any, do you call your own?

I believe in the Astrals. 10. Do you think the future is hopeful? Why?

As long as life endures I believe it is. 11. Is an ounce of prevention really worth a pound of cure? Which is more valuable? Why do you feel this way?

Depends on the context. Sometimes preventing something cannot be done until a cure is found. 12. What's the worst thing that can be done to another person? Why?

Lots things can the worst depending on who you are. To me. Taking a life before its time. 13. What's the worst thing you could actually do to someone you hated?

I don’t like to think about the things I could do to people. I am in a position of healing others. I could refuse, let those I hate die rather than save them, but where would I be? No better that those that seek to destroy us. 14. Are you a better leader or follower? Why do you think that? If you think the whole leader-follower archetype is a crock of shit, say so, and explain why?

Depends on what is needed at the time. I can lead and follow. 15. What is your responsibility to the world, if any? Why do you think that?

I have a gift of healing and I must use to heal. I am no oracle. I cannot heal plagues and scourges, but I can close wounds and save lives. 16. Do you think redemption is possible? If so, can anyone be redeemed, or are there only certain circumstances that can be? If not, why do you think nothing can redeem itself?

I think so. Everyone deserves a second chance if they really wish to change. 17. Is it okay for you to cry? When was the last time you cried?

It is never a weakness to cry. Sometimes it is all we can do. When my father died. 18. What do you think is wrong with MOST people, overall?

Apathy and fear.

Miscellaneous Questions

1. What is the thing that has frightened you most? Do you think there is anything out there what's scarier than that? What do you think that would be?

Losing my child. Nothing is more terrifying than the thought of losing someone so young. 2. Has anyone or anything you've ever cared about died? How did you feel about it? What happened?

My parents died. 3. What was the worst injury you've ever received? How did it happen?

Physically or emotionally? I’ve had my fair share of both. I’ve been gored by beasts, bitten, scratched and kicked. The worst? The worst was emotional. I’ve already talked about that thought. 4. How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?

Decently. It’s on my arms and legs. 5. What is your current long-term goal?

I don’t really have one. 6. What is your current short-term goal?

Survive in the big city. 7. Do you have any bad habits? If so, what are they, and do you plan to get rid of them?

A stare a lot. It is not to be rude or anything I just like to watch people. Sometimes I get odd looks but it’s a habit from living in the wilds. 8. How private of a person are you? Why?

Decently, though by no means am I closed book. Just some things should remain private. 9. What do you do when you are bored?

Make things and read. 10. What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement you can conceive of? What makes it so frightening?

Being paralyzed. Not being able to stop what’s happening. True powerlessness.

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