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amintyworld · 3 years

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Denial - Dream SMP SMPsona Oneshot

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of content lately, I've been on a bit of writer's block. Anyway, this one-shot is inspired by my OC SMPsona Flower! If you'd like to see more content of her let me know and if you have questions about her character or story my ask box is open! I hope you enjoy it! - Minty

Summary: After losing her first cannon life, Flower visits Phil as she usually would for tea. She ends up finding comfort in the only true friend she has left.

TW: Major Character Death, Mention of Major Character Death, Slight blood/gore (Not too severe, just a few sentences), Betrayal (If you squint), denial, loneliness, self-blame. (LMK if I need to tag anything else!)

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Flower grasped the basket of goodies awkwardly, taking a deep breath she wasn’t aware she needed. The other day was… it wasn’t great, but today’s a new day. A clean slate. That doesn’t mean everything was the same, however - Fundy and Quackity glared at her as she passed, and when Ranboo tried to walk up to her to say hello it was like he realized who it was and just froze in his tracks. Murmurs floating around didn’t exactly help the large pit that grew in her stomach. Traitor, they said. How could she be something she never wanted to be? She never tried to be? L’manberg was her home. These were her friends. She.. she wasn’t like Eret, or… or Wilbur. She was just defending someone who couldn’t defend himself! She was just trying to help.

Despite it all, one thing was for certain - she’d give anything for things to be normal right now. Maybe that was why it took her so long to meet up with Phil for tea.

Gathering courage, she raised her arm and knocked. For a moment she wondered if Phil was mad at her too. He didn’t see everything, maybe he thought she’d lead them there. Shuffling could be heard beyond the door, muffled with voices inside. Voices. Did he have someone over? She didn’t want to impose, he’s been through a lot, maybe she should just-

When Philza finally opened the door, blonde hair framing his face perfectly with that same tired warm smile, she’d tensed up. “Hey, Flower.”

“Hi, Phil.” She swallowed, mustering a small smile. “Sorry I didn’t come by earlier, I was, uhm… busy.” She heard a distinct ‘Baa’ come from inside, which proved to only raise more questions to add to her ever-growing list. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, no no please.” Phil moved aside, holding the door open. “It’s been quite a while.”

Flower walked inside, her heart dropping in her chest seeing materials scattered all over the floor, chests busted and broken. The walls and floor were littered with axe and sword marks. They really weren’t kidding. She remembered only a few weeks ago Phil finally was fully moved in - he’d organized the chests to his satisfaction and somehow lugged his bed up to the second floor. It was pristine. Did… did they really-? “Phil… Phil, what…?”

“Sorry for the mess, everytime I think I’ve gathered it all I find more material in a corner somewhere.” He shrugged, moving toward the furnace and grabbing a kettle from the chest. A lump formed in her throat when she noticed the bulky and seemingly heavy ankle bracelet on his right foot. The blinking red light taunted her. “Can I get you some coffee, tea…?”

After what felt like forever, she found her voice again. “Some tea would be great.”

“Of course. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right over.”

“Right. Thanks.” As she moved to go sit, she’d been so distracted she hadn’t noticed a blue-wooled sheep sniffing around her basket. It looked up at her with big brown pleading puppy-dog eyes, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling at the creature, even to relieve her worries for just a moment. “Excuse me, little guy, but what exactly do you think you’re doing in there?”

“Ah, I see you’ve found Friend.”

“Friend?”

“Ghostbur’s pet.” Ghostbur? She hadn’t heard of him since he got shipped out with Tommy after the exile. He was... back in L’manburg? The teenager turned to the winged creature.

“Phil, you’re sheepsitting?” She smirked slightly, hand combing through Friend’s soft fur.

Philza chuckled, turning briefly to face his friend. “It wasn’t exactly as if I had much of a choice. He didn’t trust anyone else.”

“That’s… kinda cute, though.” she admitted, moving to sit and put her basket upon the table. “You know, in a Ghostbur kind of way.” She shrugged.

“He’s been visiting a lot more lately. I gotta admit, it’s nice to have the company.” Phil carefully picked up the two mugs, bringing them over and setting them down on the table to cool.

“Sorry about that, I really should’ve told you-”

“Flower, it’s okay. You don’t have to look after me. I know you’ve got things going on.” Flower couldn’t understand how Phil kept smiling, throughout all this. How he kept his voice even. Why wasn’t he mad, no, furious with her?! She was the one who tried to protect him! She was the one who couldn’t fight back. She was the one who failed.

It’s… it’s okay..? It’s okay?!

“But this… your house, you… you have a fucking ankle monitor, Phil! That’s NOT okay.” Flower raised her voice. “You didn’t do anything!”

Phil winced at her outburst, looking down at the steam rising up from his mug. “I... didn’t tell them where Technoblade was.” He breathed. Flower deflated, looking over toward her friend, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s why. They demanded to know where he was so they could kill him, and I wouldn’t tell them. Not like it mattered, they found the compass he gave me anyway.”

“This isn’t like them, any of them,” Flower added, breaking the brief moment of silence. “I don’t... agree with what Techno did, but… going after him, organizing a witch hunt… Tubbo said he promised we’d get peace. No more fighting, not after the 16th.” Tears welled up at the edges of the teen’s eyes. “This isn’t, this wasn’t like him. They were never this violent, Ranboo would never hurt a fucking fly, I…”

“People change. Sometimes it’s… it’s just not for the better.”

“But I know them, they’re my friends…” She took a deep breath. Friends. Yeah, the same friends who won’t talk to you anymore. “This doesn’t make any sense, they wouldn’t… they wouldn’t…”

They wouldn’t kill me on purpose.

...Right?

“I told you, get out of the fucking way!”

“No! I won’t let you hurt him! If you’re gonna kill him you’ll have to kill me first!”

“We don’t want to hurt you, Flower.”

“Guys, can we just… uh… talk about-?”

“Back off, Ranboo.” Quackity warned.

“Flower, please. Please, just step aside. You don’t know what’s going on here, you don’t know what he’s hiding!”

“Yeah, you’re right, Tubbo. I don’t have a clue about what Phil knows. But I know netherite has never mixed well with a simple conversation, has it?”

“We’re not gonna hurt Gramps-”

“Then drop the weapons.”

“Flower…”

“You don’t wanna hurt me? You wanna talk to him? Drop the weapons now.” Her eyes narrowed. “That means you, Quackity.”

Something darkened in his eyes, anger flared from a place Flower never knew existed. His eyes narrowed. “I don’t take orders from you. MOVE!”

“Make me.”

It was so quick. A second of pure pain. A whimper escaped her lips. She felt the blade slice through her body, the blood well up on her throat as she choked. For that one second, she looked at them. Her friends.

Tubbo merely looked at the ground, eyes shut.

He didn’t care.

Phil looked over at her, squeezing her arm in a bit of comfort. “Are you… are you okay, Flower?”

The scar across her chest throbbed in pain at the memory, her eyes wide and a knot in her throat as tears fell down her cheeks. “I… P-Phil...” She sobbed, tea long forgotten as she curled in on herself.

“Oh, mate…” Phil’s warm gaze turned to sympathy as he moved over toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug pulling her to the floor. The teenager sobbed, heartbroken. Tears pricked at the edges of the winged creature’s eyes. “I know… I’m… I know…”

“He didn’t even look at me Phil… they killed me and he…” She sobbed. “He…” Phil’s hands laced through her hair, his wings moved slightly to wrap around her as well, like a soft, warm blanket. Protection. Protection the Angel of Death couldn’t give her then, but he swore he would now. They sat there for hours, surrounded by destruction and hurt, their only real comfort being each other.

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seaaitch-getalife · 3 years

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Roger Taylor x reader 1973 (SMUT)

Summary: It´s 1973, London. You just started working in the recording studio of an old friend, who so happens to record Queens newest album.

Pairing: young!RogerTaylor x Freader

A/N: I'm sorry that it took a while for me to finish this part, I try to bring out the next chapter a bit faster again. Hope you enjoy :)

Words: 3673

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol, cigarettes, dom/sub, hate fucking, degrating, fighting, unprotected sex, age difference (reader is 18 and Roger is 24), public sex, oral, over stimulation, Roger and reader being assholes to eachother

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Chapter 4 – God damn it

Today is the 13th of September 1943, Rick's birthday. I wore some brown swabbies, a white crop top, and a dark green jacket with floral prints on it. To finish the look I choose a simple golden necklace, earrings, and yellowish sunglasses. I arrive at the studio earlier than usual, Freddie already waiting for me outside. He greets me with a big smile „Good morning darling, you once again look stunning!" I smile back at him „Hey Fred, and you look good as always". We walk into the studio, where I place the cake I bought for Rick. For the next 30 minutes, Fred and I decorate the studio, place balloons in every corner, and hang up a big sign that says „Happy Birthday". Just as we're finished Brian, John and Roger walk in. I greet them with a big smile, excited to surprise Rick. They also got excited... except Roger who just sits down at his drums. I roll my eyes and decide to ignore him. „So Rick is gonna be here any minute now. But just so you all know what Fred and I planned: in the last break before shift ending I wanna go to the store and buy some more drinks so we can party here. We already bought the food and hid it in this wardrobe. John could you maybe distract him when it's time so we can get everything ready, just walk with him somewhere, maybe to the cafe?" he nodded „Yeah that shouldn't be a problem.". „Great! Oh and Brian could you come to the store with me, I'm not sure if I can carry everything:" I ask. „Sure I can do that." he says politely. „Perfect! Meanwhile, Fred gets everything ready in here." „And what do I do?" Roger askes a bit annoyed. I turn to him „Oh Uhm... you could help Freddie, just don't destroy anything." he rolls his eyes and looks away.

Then the door opens, Ricks looks surprised when we all greet him, Freddie starts singing Happy birthday, the others even joined in. He laughs and hugs all of us. We all have a slice of cake before starting to work.

It's time, I look at John who gives me a nod before walking up to us „Hey Rick wanna grab a coffee? I heard this new cafe is pretty good." he asks innocently. „Uhh sure..." Rick gets up and follows John. I wait a few minutes before walking over to the store with Brian. He suddenly asks me „Do you feel a bit better? I mean the last time we talked it wasn't really... your best day..." I look up at him, giving him a soft smile „Yeah I guess so... I'm still not sure how to act around him... he's so moody and hard to predict..." „Yeah I know what you mean..." he chuckles softly under his breath. „Just ignore him or come talk to one of us when he decides to be a dick again" „I will, thank you" we smile at each other. We arrive at the store and start buying A LOT of alcohol, beer, vodka, scotch... you name it. We carry everything back to the studio. Freddie placing all the food nicely on a table, Roger even helps him. When he notices us he comes up to me, taking one of the bags out of my hand. „Thank you" I say a bit confused, he gives me a quick awkward smile before walking over to the free table. I follow him with Brian who places the other three bags between us before helping Freddie. We finish putting all the bottles and glasses on display. We actually got along for those few moments. Just when we started having a normal conversation, the door opens. Rick once again at the loss of his words. „Suprise!" I say cheerfully before grabbing his hand pulling him in the room with us.

We're all having a good time, laughing, singing, talking... it was great! The time flies by and we're all pretty drunk. I'm sitting on a couch, starting to feel a bit sick because of all the alcohol. John sits down next to me, noticing that I didn't feel right. „Are you okay?" he asks concerned. I look at him „Yeah I just drank a bit too much that's it..." I suddenly get up rushing to the other side of the room where I puke into an empty trashcan. John quickly gets up, holding back my hair and petting my back. I get up again „Sorry...", now the others a starting to get concerned too. Brian brings me a glass of water. I sit back down holding my head. „Do you wanna come back to my place? I really don't want you to be alone when you feel this sick..." John offers me. Before I could answer Roger, who's also very drunk, storms up to us „Oh nooo... No way she's going back to your place!" I couldn't even answer because I feel so weak and drunk. „Why not? Look at her! She can't be alone! Someone needs to take care of her!" John snaps back at him. Brian, Rick, and Fred staying quiet, ready to see what's going to happen. Roger pushes John „Oh yeah? You probably just wanna take her back to your place to fuck her!" John pushes him back, now getting really angry „I'm not like you! I would never use her like that! Something you can't say for yourself!" Roger goes quiet, thinking about what John just said. His expression now changing from anger to regret. He looks at me before looking back at John „I'm gonna take care of her!" he says while walking over to me, John stopping him, grabbing his shoulder „If I find out you hurt her in any way It won't end well" Roger nods, looking at the others who stay quiet. He comes up to me „Come on, you need some rest." I open my eyes, looking back into Rogers who holds his hand out for me. I grab it, so he could help me up. His arm around me to support me. Brian giving me an unsure look but I gave him a nod, so he knows he doesn't have to worry.

We step outside, walking to his rented apartment. The 15-minute long walk was quiet, I leaned on his arm while walking because I couldn't stand up straight. It was hard for him to balance us both because he was very drunk as well, but we made it without falling once. I step inside, where he brings me straight to his bedroom. I fall on the bed, almost passing out immediately. He chuckles and steps closer, sitting down next to me. He picks me up so I sit up again. He slowly takes off my jacket and opens my pants to pull them off. I let him do it, not caring. I lift my ass and then legs so it's easier for him. It's obvious that he has a hard time controlling himself but he plays it cool. Roger puts my clothes over a chair before leaving the room. He comes back with a glass of water and a bucket, which he places next to me. I thank him, pulling him down to me into a hug. He falls on top of me but hugs me back. I let go so he can climb on his side of the bed. After he removes his pants and shirt he lays down, in my drunken state I pull him close to me. Putting my head on his shoulder, my arm and leg are on top of him, making it hard to escape. He puts one arm around my waist, resisting the graving of grabbing my ass and doing anything else. It's even harder for him because I lay there in underwear and a top. But he fights his drunken urges, soon drifting off to sleep as well.

- next morning -

I wake up, slowly opening my eyes, I look around realizing it's not my room, when I look next to me I see Roger, still asleep. I start to breathe heavily, realizing my situation. I feel his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Carefully looking under the covers to be relieved seeing both of us wearing something, even tho it's not much. I don't know what I should do. „Should I grab my stuff and leave silently or stay?" I look at the clock, it's 5:27 in the morning. „Fuck it, I just go back to sleep". I lay on my side, looking directly at him. I blush a bit when I see his sleeping figure. His hair is a mess, mouth a bit open. I never notice how long his lashes are, his beautiful lips, cute nose... I stop myself „What did I just think? Cute?!" I take another look at him, almost melting. „Mh.." he moans sleepily while pulling me closer. I just smile and snuggle next to him, enjoying the company. I miss being touched like that, waking up next to somebody, just cuddling. Soon I fall back asleep.

I wake up once more because something moves next to me. I open my eyes a bit, looking at Roger who looks back at me, giving me a soft smile. „Sorry didn't mean to wake you up..." he says quietly. „Don't worry" I smile back „Anyway, what time is it" I whisper back, not sure why because it's only the two of us. „Uh, almost 8 o'clock" he answers. „Ah okay, thanks". The room is now filled with an awkward silence. That's when I realize what position we are in. My leg on top of him and my arm resting on his torso. I remove them quickly. „Sorry..." he chuckles, putting my leg in its original position „Don't worry about it." he looks into my eyes, his only half-lidded. Our heads slowly moving closer to each other. I close my eyes and turn off my mind. His lips touching mine softly. We kiss for a few minutes like that before he pulls me on top of him, not breaking the contact. Our kisses being soft, lazy even lovingly. I cup his face with my hands while he rests on my back, slowly creeping up my top. I'm not sure what just happened or what is going on at all but it was nice. I wasn't sure if I should let more happen... but I couldn't resist him, even tho he was such an asshole.

His one hand on the clip of my bra, the other squeezing my ass. Our kisses become heavier. He pulls off my top and opens my bra, throwing it on the floor. I get flipped on my back, so he's on top now. He starts to kiss my neck down, slowly disappearing under the blanket. His soft kisses stop at my pantie. He slowly pulls it off with his teeth, removing it from my body. His hand holding my pantie emerge from under the blanket, throwing it across the room. I can feel him placing kisses all over my inner thighs, I whimper, placing my hand on top of his head, pulling him closer to where I need to be touched most. He stops, I feel his hot breath on my pussy and his strong hands on my thighs. He pulls them more apart and devices in between them. I moan at his touch. His tongue finally touching my sensitive clit. „You're pretty good at this Rog" I realize that I said it out loud when I hear him chuckle, pulling me closer. I blush even harder, internally hitting myself. But my thoughts get interrupted by his slender fingers which just entered me. I grab his hair, pull on it, and moan louder which makes him go faster. Not long after my legs start twitching, squeezing his head when I cum. He licks up my mess before coming up again. His breath is also heavy. He puts his fingers in front of my face, giving me a cocky smirk. I look at him and then at his fingers, before leaning forward slowly opening my mouth. I start to suck and lick them clean, tasting myself. I look at him, he's smiling, watching my every move, „You're also pretty good at this:" he says in a low voice that makes my heart go faster. One last time I suck at them before removing my head from them. He smiles at me pulling me into another kiss. Meanwhile removing his tight boxer. Not breaking the kiss for one second, us both escapes a loud breath when he enters me slowly. He starts moving his hips slowly, holding me close, my arms around his neck. I break the kiss softly saying „Please go faster..." he instantly picks up his speed, lifting my one leg up so he can go deeper inside of me. My moans getting louder, my fingernails scratching against his soft skin. He sits up, lifting my legs. He leans over me, bending my legs with him, before pounding into me again, this time even faster. I can't hold it back much longer, he hits my g spot perfectly. That's when he says „I'm... I think I can't last any longer..." he starts to moan. „Just a little bit longer! Please!" he pounds into me even faster and harder trying his best to hold back, that's when he finally feels my walls close on him. „Bloody hell Y/N..." he moans out before releasing inside of me. Almost cumming at the same time as me.

Our breath still unsteady and heavy, but we smile at each other, chuckling a bit. He slowly pulls out of me, searching for some tissues. After I cleaned up, he asks me if I want to take a shower before work, I agree.

He leads me into his big, beautiful bathroom, stepping into the shower turning on the water. He smirks at me, I roll my eyes and step in. „Sorry I only have this body wash," he says while putting some on his hands. „Turn around", I turn my back to him a bit unsure. His hands carefully washing my back, I enjoy the soft touches but open my eyes looking down when his hands are on my breast. „What? I just wanna make you're clean" I could feel his smile before I giggle „Pervert!", he laughs before spinning me around, kissing me once more. We pull apart, so I can wash the soap off. Now I grab the bottle, spilling some on my hand so I can wash him. My hands gliding over his wet torso. „Damn he's sexy... Wait no!" I try to push this thought aside but it's hard when he's in front of me like that. „You okay?" he asks „Oh Uhm yeah" I laugh awkwardly, spinning him around. I wash his back and hair, helping him rinse it off. A few minutes later we step out of the shower, he gives me a towel after wrapping one around his waist. I blush while looking at him. His toned body, wet hair framing his beautiful face... he catches me starring „Like what you see?" he jokes with a raised eyebrow, I punch his shoulder slightly „Yeah I do Mr. Super model" we both laugh at this.

I step out of the bathroom, sneaking back into his bedroom, while he's already in the kitchen. I go up to his closet, grabbing one of his shirts, it's a plain white T-shirt. It doesn't fit me, it's a bit lose but it's good enough. I put on my pants, putting my worn underwear in his laundry, I don't think he would mind finding them later. I smile imaging his reaction. After I'm dressed again I step into the kitchen. Roger stands with his back turned to me in front of the table fixing his coffee. His hair is a bit messy but it looks good on him.

He turns around. „I made you some coffee, want toast?" „Yes, please. Oh, and do you have something against headaches?" I ask. „Hangover much?" he smiles, while looking through his drawer, finding a tablet. I wash it down with some water „Thanks", he returns me a smile before eating his breakfast. I glance at him once in a while „Damn he's stunning..." I think. His torso is showing, he's only wearing a flowery jacket and plain jeans. I notice him starring back at me with a smug smile placed on his face. I quickly look away, a bit embarrassed. „Is that my shirt?" he asks me, my cheeks heating up a bit more. „Uhm... yes... I will give it back to you later but I gotta wear something..." „Eh I prefer you without clothes," he says, his stupid smile growing. „Oh shut up Taylor" I say playfully. He chuckles before taking another bite.

We finish breakfast and walk back to the studio, on the way smoking a cigarette. When we arrive the others are already there.

„Good morning darlings! I hope you're feeling better Y/N" Freddie says, pulling me into a hug. He leans in a bit more to whisper to me „And I hope you two had fun... by the looks of it, it was good" he winks at me, I glance at him a bit mad, my cheeks turning red. I look over at Roger finally noticing the few scratch marks. „Fuck..." I think to myself, „Why does he have to show it off like that?!". I snap back to reality when Brian approaches me, „Please tell me he didn't do anything last night..." I grab his arm, pulling him away from the others before whispering „No it's all okay... we can talk about it at lunch" he gives me a nod before going back. Before I take a seat I give Deacy a big smile, he waves at me, returning his cute smile.

„I wanna go eat lunch, you guys coming along?" Rick asks, the others agree, except Roger, he's not hungry yet, is what he told them. They pass me on their way out „Enjoy your food guys!" I say to them before taking another stroke of my cigarette. „You sure you don't wanna come with us?" Rick asks. „Yeah, I have a sandwich with me... Where's Roger? Isn't he coming along with you?", Freddie smile cheekily „No apparently he's not hungry... so you two behave" he gives me another wink before following the others. I just stand blankly for a minute, finishing my cigarette before stepping back inside. Roger sits at his drums, playing on them. I sit down on the couch near him.

Suddenly he gets up to stand in front of me. He leans down, grabbing my chin „We have around 25minutes left..." he then crashes his lips into mine. He then sits down, pulling me by my waist on top of his lap. I can already feel his hard member. Not breaking our intense kiss, he unbuckles his belt while I try to get mine open. We break our contact so we can pull our pants off. „Aren't you wearing any underwear?!" he says a bit shocked, „Well I didn't have any..." I say shy, climbing back on top of him. He grunts a bit „Naughty..." his low voice hitches up a bit when he suddenly enters me. I moan and start bouncing on him. The recording studio is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, moaning, skin slapping, and the moving couch that greeks under every move. I throw my head back, holding his shoulder tight. I'm not able to think anymore, I just close my eyes and let my body move on its own, feeling that tight knot in my stomach grows. His hands are on my hips, moving them like he pleases, probably leaving bruises behind. „I think... I-I'm gonna cum soon..." I say breathless, „Cum for me slut" he grabs me tighter. I'm about to go over the edge when I hear Freddies laugh. I freeze, my heart dropping. I don't dare to breathe, move or do anything else. „For fucks sake, Roger!" John yells, „I eat on that couch!". „Oh shut up, now can you at least leave for a fucking minute! If we can't even finish our business, let us at least get clothes on!" Roger yells at them, still holding me, his grip even tighter. „God yes please put some clothes back on!" Brian yells before walking out like the others. I get off of him, pulling on my pants as quick as possible, so does he. „I think they didn't take 25 more minutes like I thought they would be." he chuckles. „Bloody hell you think that's funny?! That's so humiliating!" I storm out the studio, not listening to what the others say when I pass them. I throw my back against the wall, quickly lighting my cigarette, inhaling deeply the smoke. After 15minutes I finally step back into the studio, the band already recording again. I sit next to Rick „Please... just don't say anything..." I say quietly, turning away from him. „Okay... but please... at least do it somewhere more private," he says calmly, not looking at me. „Yeah... I'm so sorry you guys had to see that, I feel so embarrassed..." I feel tears forming in my eyes. He notices my cracking voice, putting a hand on my shoulder. „Trust me, in this business I've seen worse..." he snickers, „We all do something stupid sometimes don't we?". I crack a smile „I guess your right...", „Yeah so let's forget that ever happened." he says to me. „Oh god, that's all that I want" we both laugh a bit before concentrating back on work.

I left early just so the others couldn't talk to me about it, so I went back to the hotel, going straight to bed, questioning my life choices.

Next chapter:

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Uneasy situation' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Uneasy situation"

"So....uhm...how do I look in those sunglasses, Freya ?"

Chapter Summary : After winning in the trigger memories and been allowed to stay with Freya until her next 'recovery test', Yirina is thinking of an way to get out of the base she & Park were captured and it's not going to be easy.....

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Words : +3300

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At the moment I woke up on that stretcher, I knew that I needed to make everyone believe that they won....that they succeeded to put an control over me. I wasn't playing Bell anymore but now, I was playing myself....the Yirina Grigoriev that is trying to find more about what happened to her in an different way than she really did. But like 'Bell' said in my dream, I have only more than day to find an plan....an long day that I have to act like if I wasn't aware of what is going to happen to me....also meaning to relive that relationship with Freya....

After that moment in the shower, she allowed me to take an real shower without her and that was really good to be honest, feeling the water on my skin after days of captivity but when she proposed to me to have some new clothes to change the one I was wearing for days, I refused because I was preferring better that attire I was wearing than using one of the Perseus's uniform, I can't really see myself back in them. When I was done with showering and debating about my clothes, the day was now really starting for me.

First thing we have done was to go eat something in private outside as it was already noon, finally discovering the sun for real and the place I & Park were kept : in an military air base but I couldn't recognize any of the flags that was at some places of the base. After an few minutes of wandering around the base, Freya found an spot that was at hidden sight near an grilled fence with an forest near by. We sat once arrived to eat the meals we took and deep in me, I knew that this liberty wasn't going to last as long I'm staying in that base.

"You liked it ?" Freya asked me after I was able to finish the meal I took, all time wondering if it wasn't drugged but it was not the case apparently.

"Yeah, it was good." I replied with an smile, putting the bowl near me & having crossed my legs to sit before looking all around as I was still wondering where I was. "Where are we, exactly ?" I demanded directly to her.

"We're at north of Verdansk, using an Kastovian Air Base for our operations." She revealed to me, making me realize that me & Park were kept not so far from the CIA's eyes.

"Did I go here before ?" I said, hoping to know more about myself from her.

"Well, no, we didn't go there during the past." She told me, her left arm on her left kneecap, looking at me with an grin. "But I was sometimes summoned here alone." She added, scratching the back of her head with her other hand.

"Yeah, I knew that this place wasn't familiar." I muttered, looking around.

"Can you tell me if you had anything coming back this night ?" She commanded, her voice sounding as an will to know and I knew that I had to lie, trying to find any memory I could think about.

"Yeah, I had." I lied to her, having found an memory to tell her. "It was me....and you....you & some Perseus soldier saved me from death, I was wounded to my knees, my shoulders & my arms before getting back into an helicopter." I fully answered, saying about that old memory I had two months ago back into the old safehouse.

"Oh, I see." Freya chuckled, her right hand holding her head below her chin. "This was in Afghanistan in 1980...an few days before you proposed to me." She confirmed, making the link with the memory of my proposal.

"And I had another one too." I exclaimed, getting her attention, knowing that maybe another memory could help me to know more. "It was....well...it was about the NIS." I whispered, looking at her with sad eyes. "I was like in an rage and I killed NIS agents because they hurt you."

"You remembered that ?" She mumbled, an bit disturbing knowing about that slaughter I did for her in 1976 against the NIS.....an act I can't forget because I was an monster....something I can't be....I sadly nodded to her.

"I was an monster, something I'm not." I affirmed to her, looking away in sadness, feeling true in my words, not acting. "I wished that I wasn't able to relive that." I put my head in my hands as I could feel her hand behind my shoulder.

"No, it's helping you to know more about yourself." She admitted, true to her objectives towards me....'helping me'. "Those memories proved that we're on the good way."

"Maybe but that loss of memories....how did it happen ?" I demanded, knowing well that I will have an lie from her but instead, I didn't have any answers from her for 2 minutes, still having her hand behind me.

"You don't need to know how it happened, Yirina." She proclaimed, moving her arm behind my shoulder, sitting very close to me.

"Yeah, the most important is that I woke up." I stuttered, breaking an little laugh from her despite the not funny situation and I was obliged to reciprocate for that. "What is it ?" I questioned her when she got out of one of her pockets, an pair...of sunglasses..

"Oh, that ?" She showcased the sunglasses, realizing that it was Adler's ones....the ones he was always wearing "Got it from an CIA agent called Russell Adler." She replied, spreading the legs of the sunglasses, seeing on her face an sign of discomfort about them...she must be thinking about he has done to me.

"They're looking good." I complimented, looking at them before she handed them to me.

"Put them on." She ordered in an soft voice, putting the sunglasses in my hand and I was feeling not good to put Adler's sunglasses on me until I resigned to do so.

"How do I look ?" I asked, worried after I put them one....why did I do this ?....

"You look very...sexy." She confessed with an big smile, sending chills in my body as having those sunglasses on me was weird. "No, you can keep them, they're yours." She told me as I was giving back the glasses to her but she refused, insisting to give me them.

"If you want..." I raised my shoulders, putting the sunglasses in the pockets of my pants before I look in the horizon, the afternoon arriving. "About the tests, how are they going to happen ?" I asked after an few seconds of silence.

"Don't worry, it's only test to help you recover your memories at an greater rate." She responded, putting her left hand above my heart, feeling it on the scars that his asshole did back in the New Orleans. "I didn't know that you had an scar over there." She said, passing her fingers along the scars

"I don't even know how I got them." I lied as it was the only solution for me. "But like you all said, it's for helping me." I muttered, joining my hands together on my lap. "What is Perseus thinking about all of this ?"

"Maybe you can ask him directly ?" She suggested, making me an laugh off my mouth.

"Because he's here ?" I scoffed, still laughing & nervous before seeing her smile "Wait, is he here ?" I repeated, seeing that face & stopping the laugh by more nervousity.

"Of course, he is !" She declared, removing her hands off me to get up, offering her hand. "It's an good idea you had, let's go see him." She proposed.

"Uhm....okay, if you want." I chuckled, giving my approval to her as she took my hand to get me up.

Why did I say that I wanted to go see Perseus that was on that very base at this moment ? This was getting more nervous and unstable in the inside to be honest. The man that was the first to fuck up my life....was here. Freya helped me got up before we start to walk towards the direction of the building, feeling the stress climbing inside of me, along with the nervosity and the unstability. I had to act well....like if I wasn't aware of anything.....

When we entered back into the main building her quarters and so, Perseus too, all the looks of every Perseus soldiers was on us but mostly on me. Everyone must be thinking about seeing an ghost here, the 'Winter Soldier' like they want to think, that stupid nickname they gave me....that Perseus gave me. Once we arrived in front of the office that Perseus was, seeing his name on it, an deep breath was necessary.

"You're ready ?" Freya asked me as she was holding the door handle in her hand, awaiting for an answer from me.

"I think I'm good." I responded, passing my hand through my forehead as my answer make her open the door, discovering Perseus sit at his desk....the same person I saw back in those memories, still wearing that same uniform like before.

"Ah....Yirina, it's an pleasure." He exclaimed, delighted to see me after all of those years while I wasn't as I was slowly entering his office. "You can go, Freya, I want an personal discussion with her." He ordered before the door closed behind me, all alone now with the monster.

"Perseus." I whispered in an low voice, making an simple nodding to him.

"You can sit, of course." He pointed to me one of the chair in front of me and I complied, not removing my eyes of him as he made an little cough, covering his mouth with his hands.

"Freya told me that you were here so I came." I told him with an normal voice.

"I know, you did an good choice, my Yirina." He affirmed, keeping an hand near his mouth, feeling disturbed to have an talk with him like that....and to be called 'my Yirina' by him...."You don't know how much I'm happy to see you here." He added with an great smile, again with an cough.

"Me too." I lied to him, accompanied by an grin, joining my hands together on my lap. "So...I have lost my memories, it seems." I started, thinking that would be the subject of our conversation.

"Yes, my child." He said, troubling me by his words. "I was told that you had an difficult moment and it happened to make you lose your memories, I'm sorry." He apologized to me as it was surely meaning an lot of things

"I had an lot of difficults moments in my life." I exclaimed with an low tone, saying the truth about myself. "I can remember things but not everything."I continued about the recovering memories to him.

"And that's an good thing, you need to remember your life and make the good choices for me and you." He admitted, feeling the lie between his words and knowing that the 'good choices' were only for him and the Collective. "We're only making sure that your life is doing better." He then coughed again but more louder than before.

"Do you have something in you ?" I demanded, faking to be curious towards him.

"No, I'm fine, don't worry." He affirmed in an clear voice before he start coughing again more until blood come out of his mouth in an slow load on his hand, almost making me jump from my chair.

"You're sure you're okay ?" I insisted, seeing the blood on his hand and I didn't know how to feel about him....been worried or faking it ?....maybe both.

"Don't worry, I've got something." He told me, pressing his finger on an little device on his desk. "Dedov, can you come at my office quick ?" He demanded while pressing the button before he removed his finger off it.

"Who is this Dedov ?" I questioned him after an few moments after his demand, faking to not know Dedov at all.

"He's my most loyal man in the Collective, he's helping me to get better." He responded, trying to catch his breath, sweating all over his face and holding his chest until then, the door was opened, revealing Dedov with an medikit.

"I did as quick as I could." Dedov started, quickly closing the door behind him before moving to get to Perseus.

"Thank you, Dedov for coming quickly." Perseus breathed as Dedov was taking out an stethoscope from his medikit.

"What does he have ?" I asked to Dedov as he was starting to measure the heartbeat from Perseus that has removed an part of his shirt.

"I'm sick, Yirina....I'm dying." Perseus was the one to reply to me as Dedov was concentrated on his task, sending an feeling of shock and weirdly, an bit of joice in me.

"What ?" I chuckled, slowly getting up from my seat, faking to be fully shocked.

"Perseus has an lung cancer if you want to know." Dedov said in an worried voice to me as he was finished with listening to Perseus's heartbeats before taking an syringe off his medikit. "I'm giving you this and you're going to take some rest, sir." He continued back into an normal voice, injecting an needle to Perseus right arm.

"It can be healed, right ?" I speculated but Perseus shook his head.

"No but I'm getting an chance to...to live until the end of the year." He answered, his voice getting slower, still trying to catch his breath. "Listen, you can go now, I'm going to go to rest like Dedov told me." He ordered before turning around to gesture the same thing for Dedov.

"Okay, I'm leaving you." I muttered before I started to walk out of the room, taking an deep breath when I stepped out of his office but at my surprise, Freya wasn't here at all and because of that, I had to wait for her to return and an few seconds I left, Dedov came out, closing the door behind him. "So...you're Dedov, right ?" I asked in an not sure tone.

"Yes, why're you asking ?" He replied before asking me back another question.

"Because I'm curious, that's all." I raised my shoulders to him as he was seeming an bit curious about me...about how I know his name but I could see that he couldn't ask the question because of the situation. "Can you talk about you ?" I demanded, taking the seriousness of my curiosity at the max level.

"Well, I was born in 1962 if you want to know the full details." He started, hesitating to talk about it with me before he got next to me, crossing his arms. "I lived an normal life with my family until I lost them, one by one." He added in an low voice, looking down as I was saddened to talk with him. "My father, my mother and then....my Zeze." He snorted, sad to talk about Zasha. "The CIA killed them like they were nothing."

"And that's why you joined Perseus ?" He nodded to me, biting his lips.

"It was the only choice for me : the CIA killed them, Perseus showed me the truth." He insisted on that detail, realizing the full extend on the supposed brainwashing he suffered. "They were like my only way of living but Perseus make me live on with an new goal." He continued, making me snort away, sad.

"Don't you feel that there's maybe something wrong with everything around you ?" I questined him, crossing my arms too & leaning against the wall as he was looking at me with curiosity. "Don't answer if you don't want to." I told him with an little grin but still having this face on him.

"I don't know to be honest." He replied anyway, feeling in doubt about it before he got away from me. "Listen, you don't need to know about me as I don't want to know about you." He suggested, taking an harsh tone.

"Okay, okay." I breathed, making signs with him as I didn't want to confront him before I looked away. "Anyway, do you know where Freya could be ? She was awaiting for me here ?"

"I saw her leaving with Sonya to the parking but Sonya wasn't looking happy." He answered, showing me the way behind me by the way I came here before he start to walk away from me and I was ready to go join them quickly before I got an idea....

"Dedov....do you remember Beans ?" I demanded in an clear voice, making him stop to walk away, peaking to look at me.

"What ?" He muttered, troubled.

"Beans, your cat !" I repeated again to him as an way to maybe broke the brainwashing off him. "She was an cat you find near your old apartment complex, you took her with you and Zasha agreed to." I added, feeling an tear on my face to talk about it in front of Perseus office before I know that I couldn't talk no more about it. "Anyway, goodbye Dedov, come back." I saluted him before I start to leave, him still in that position.

I think that it was an way to break the brainwashing from him but I couldn't know if it was going to really work for me & him. Dedov didn't deserve all of this and seeing him in an Perseus military clothes was breaking me....Perseus was really an monster to do this....an dying monster. I then focused back on finding Freya again that was now with Sonya but like Dedov told me, the latter wasn't really happy about something.

Walking alone in this building to join the two in that parking was weird because the soldiers weren't doing anything to stop me at all....to give me an feeling of freedom...an strange freedom to be honest. When I managed to go out of the building and join the only parking near the building, I could see Sonya & Freya between 2 civilians cars but their discussion weren't really good to hear.

"You know that it's all fucked up and you're doing this anyway !" Sonya exclaimed in an loud voice as the two didn't see me arrive, making me watching the scene from afar. "How much are you sick to do that to her ?"

"I'm not sick, Sonya, I'm fine & well." Freya told them, almost angry in her voice. "I'm doing what's right !" She affirmed.

"What's right ?" Sonya repeated, approaching Freya face to face, raising their eyebrow. "Brainwashing her after what happened to her ?"

"Yes, if I want her back...."

"She doesn't...love you anymore, you understand ?" Sonya cut her straight, speaking up against Freya's choices with me. "She told me everything about you two but you're still acting like if nothing happened between us."

"I don't give an fuck about what you think to be honest !" Freya cursed to them in an angry voice, seeing her poke them on their shoulder. "She's coming back to me, end of the story." She admitted.

"She's right, you're not the Freya Helvig I know." Sonya expressed before suddenly, I could see Freya holding firmly their left wrist, hurting me.

"Don't even think of saying that I have changed or putting your hands on me, you understand ?" She threatened them before I decided to step inside the conversation.

"Freya !" I started, stepping in to save Sonya from her. "Why are you hurting them ?" I demanded, worried.

"Oh...just nothing, Yiri." She replied in an normal weird voice to me, releasing Sonya's wrist. "Here's something I wanted to give you back." She put her hands on her pocket, revealing....my own mother's ring in her hands, handing it to me. "Take it, it's yours."

"Thanks." I whispered, taking the ring in my own hands....feeling it and it was all weird to hold it again after those years, after she showed it in that american mall.

"Good, let's go talk further away." She suggested, taking an last look on Sonya that was looking so bad and sad and me too for them. "They don't understand that I'm helping you." She stated, turning around to look at me with an smile...an smile that I couldn't replicate on my face because of Sonya's presence, feeling so bad...

"I'm making sure that you're back at my side for good !"

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lynn-does-stuff · 4 years

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Hanahaki

An Afterdeath Oneshot

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Hanahaki

Hana- flowers

Hakimasu- To throw up

A Japanese myth disease that claimed if a person were to hide their feelings towards someone for too long, flowers would begin to grow in their lungs. They would then throw up/ cough up the flowers, starting with only a few petals until it got to large amounts of full flowers. By the time it reaches full flowers there would be little time left until they would die. There was no cure, other than the victim feeling loved in a romantic way by their crush. If the victim expressed their feelings and the other declined, the process would instantly speed up and would die in minutes. The victim can also choose to have the flowers removed through surgery, though many choose to suffer through it, due to the fact that the removal of the flowers often caused them to lose all feelings towards their crush. Sometimes it would completely erase any memories about their crush all together, or even erase any ability to love again.

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Reaper floated carelessly into the Save Screen, home of the infamous "immortal" skeleton. The resident of this empty space was supposed to die a long time ago, but had somehow escaped DEATH itself. And when Reaper went to the Save Screen personally to dispose of him, he was shocked to find the character didn't dust after making physical contact with him. Reaper had never met a being that didn't die by his touch, so he was genuinely surprised, and almost hopeful. Maybe he could finally have someone close to him that he could do normal things with, instead of simply standing to the side and looking awkward.

Ah yes.. Geno..

Geno was the resident of this empty space. When Reaper found he couldn't kill Geno, he immediately decided to try and warm up the the glitched skeleton. He then proceeded to get a smack on the face and a stern lecture about how you shouldn't try to befriend the person you were just trying to kill.

That's what Reaper liked so much about Geno. His Tsundere attitude, his pouting, and of course, his overly bossy tone. And they did become friends. Good friends even. But.. Reaper wanted more. He really wanted more. But there was no way he could flat out tell Geno. That would just make their friendship incredibly awkward, and possibly even ruin it. Better to just stick with the simple flirting and frequent compliments.

This had been going on for about nine months..

Reaper's eyes widened as he saw Geno sitting in his usual spot, the area of grass and flowers, and then grinned at the evil idea forming in his head. He floated up silently behind Geno and took a breath, before exclaiming in a loud voice. "Heeeeeya Geno!"

Geno whipped his head around, eye flare burning, as he smacked Reaper across the face. He then realized who it was and diminished his eye flare and menacing look and instead equipped a more annoyed face.

"Reaper you idiot! Don't sneak up on me like that! My soul is weak enough as it is, I don't need jump scares like that to give me a soul attack!"

Reaper simply rubbed his face and chuckled, though he felt a small pain in his chest. It was short and quick, so he waved it aside as side effects of floating for too long. He slowly touched the ground in front of Geno and grinned.

"Good to see you too beautiful."

Geno frowned. "Again with the flirting? Come on, it gets old after a while. And it's not funny either!" Geno huffed and turned away, causing Reaper to laugh.

Reaper walked next to Geno and sat down. His friend reluctantly followed and sat next to him as well. Reaper looked over at Geno, taking in all of his features. His rounder cheeks, the glitches that covered his eye, the extremely faint red tint that was always on his face, there was so much to look at, Reaper soon found himself lost in his eyes. Geno soon glanced over and made eye contact with Reaper, causing him to frown again. "It's rude to stare you know!"

Reaper blushed slightly and turned his head away. There was that pang again. This one seemed slightly worse however. And it only softened, it didn't completely go away.

Reaper frowned at the sudden pain, losing his usual carefree grin. Geno looked over and noticed this. "What, can't take criticism? Jeez, your ego is immense."

Reaper felt the pain suddenly grow as he winced, but it soon toned down again. He replaced his frown with his usual grin and winked as he looked over at Geno. "Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

Reaper was going to reply with a quick nothing, but he soon realized he could be flirty and possibly get his point across at the same time.

"You~"

Geno just got an angry look as he blushed slightly, before replying in a quite upset manner.

"Well stop thinking about me! It's weird! And dumb! Especially when there's so many other things to think about!"

Weird.

Dumb.

Geno thinks I'm weird and dumb..

Reaper suddenly burst out into a coughing fit. Geno scrambled away from him, yelling something along the lines of "Don't infect me with your stupid virus you weirdo". Reaper continued to cough until a singular golden petal fell from his mouth. His eyes widened as he quickly scrambled to grab it and shove it into his robe pocket. Geno hadn't seemed to notice.

"Are you very much done? I'd like to make sure I don't get the idiot virus."

Reaper's body suddenly went rigid as he slowly stood up. He coughed slightly before turning to Geno.

"Uh, sorry Geno, but I gotta go earlier today. My brother wanted help, and I've been putting off work for too long."

Geno looked surprised before going to his usual strict face. "Well, I don't remember inviting you, so you don't have to feel bad about leaving."

Reaper's chest felt like it was on fire.

He turned away and opened a portal to his AU, walking through, something he rarely does.

When he entered his room, he immediately sunk to the floor. He trembled slightly as his eye sockets widened.

"Oh god.. what am I gonna do?.."

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It was about four days until Reaper visited Geno again, which was very out of character for his usual daily, sometimes even quick hourly visits. He casually floated into the Save Screen once more, though this time feeling slightly anxious. When he saw Geno sitting in the patch of flowers, he felt his soul flutter as he rushed to get closer. He was about to make the same entrance as the other day, but remembered how that went and decided to silently plop down next to Geno.

Geno was so lost in though that he didn't even realize Reaper arrived. But when he suddenly looked up and saw him sitting next to him, he yelped and jumped back a little. He then took on a confused yet strict face.

"Who are you and what have you done with Reaper?"

Reaper was a little confused by his statement. "I'm me?"

"No idiot! Reaper would've come here days ago, and proceeded to either scare me or flirt with me every time he arrived!"

Reaper was a bit taken aback by what he said, but simply grinned. "Well, what I did today scared ya, didn't it?"

Geno huffed and simply turned away, crossing his arms and muttering something along the lines of "stupid" and "no it didn't".

Reaper laughed but soon started choking and coughing once more. Again, Geno stepped away, but there was a slight flint of worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong asshole, something caught in you throat?"

Reaper continued his coughing fit for a while until three golden petals fell from his mouth. He quickly scooped them up and shoved them in his pocket, but too late. Geno noticed.

"Ew, flower petals? What were you doing, shoving those things up your throat?"

Reaper turned his head to Geno with a slightly panicked look in his eyes. "It's nothing."

"That wasn't the question dumbass."

"O-oh, right. Uhm.. yeah! I saw those flowers and thought it would be a good idea to eat some!"

Geno simply stared at Reaper with an unamused look before walking away. Reaper panicked, this is not going how he thought it would.

"Geno wait!" He called out, his voice sounding slightly weaker than before. He quickly stood up and followed behind Geno.

"I'm ignoring unintelligible beings who decide that shoving flowers up their throats is a perfect way to waste time at the moment, thank you."

Reaper continued to follow behind Geno, the pain in his chest increasing every second he was ignored.

Unloved..

Reaper suddenly stopped at his realization.

Geno doesn't love him. He never will. It's all simply a fantasy of hope and lies. Geno's made it quite obvious after all. How many times had he been called "dumbass", "idiot", "weirdo", "dickhead", and "asshole" in just the past month? It was obvious.

Reaper suddenly broke down into another fit of coughing, suddenly falling to his knees. He felt weak, incredibly weak. And the coughing wouldn't stop. Geno whipped his head around and rushed back to Reaper, now very worried for his friend.

"H-hey, are you good? Snap outta it Reaper!"

Geno started patting Reaper's back in an attempt to stop the coughing, but Reaper misunderstood it as more of Geno's slaps and coughed even more. It wasn't until a fistful of petals fell from his mouth that he stopped. Geno looked at Reaper with a cautious, yet judging look.

"Uh, that seems to be more than a few flowers shoved up your esophagus."

Reaper replied quickly in a dark tone, though his voice seemed somewhat strained. "N-no shit Sherlock."

Geno's eyes widened slightly. Reaper never talked like that to him. Now he knew something was up.

"What the hell is wrong with you Reaper?! You never act like this! What did you do?!"

Reaper just stared to the floor with empty eyes. He quickly spat out a few remaining flowers in his mouth and stood up. He kicked the petals aside and turned away. Geno watched as Reaper simply stood there for a few moments. Suddenly, Reaper seemed to look around frantically and stare at his hands. He kept bouncing up and down on his feet before eventually going on to full on jumping.

"Now what are you doing?" Geno gave him a questioning look. Reaper immediately stopped and whipped his head around, a panicked look plastered on his face.

"I can't float! I can't get off the ground!"

Geno was a little stricken before finding a way to get back at Reaper for all the teasing.

"Oh, well it looks like you'll have to walk like the rest of us mortals and deal with the inability to have god-like powers."

Reaper winced before bringing up his hand. Suddenly he seemed even more panicked. He waved his hand around, opened his eyes extremely wide like one does when their eye flares, and held out his hands like he was trying to grab something.

"I can't do anything!!"

Now Geno was worried. "What?.."

Reaper started yelling. "I can't summon my attacks, I can't summon my scythe, I can't activate my eye flare, I can't even teleport out of here!!"

Reaper suddenly broke down to the floor and stared at his hands. He spoke in a small, weak voice that seemed extremely strained. "I'm weak.. I'm powerless... I-I can't do anything..."

Geno suddenly rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Reaper. "H-hey, it's okay, it'll be fine!-"

"How could you still care..."

Geno suddenly sat up and stared at Reaper. "What do you mean?"

Reaper replied with a shaky, hesitant voice. "How could you still care for me... you've made it clear..."

"Stop the stupid mind games Reaper! Just tell me what's fucking wrong!"

"YOU HATE ME!"

Reaper began hacking up full flowers, chocking between breaths. The flowers continued to fall around them and in their laps as Reaper shook uncontrollably. "G-Gen-no-"

Geno backed away in horror at the scene. His eyes shrunk to small pinpricks as he took a shaky breath.

"W-what's happening to you R-Reaper?.."

Reaper chocked our words between coughs. "H-hana-ha-haki-!" Reaper coughed up another fistful of flowers.

Hanahaki... The name was familiar to Geno, but he couldn't seem to place it. "What the hell is Hanahaki?!"

Reaper's eyes went wide as the burning sensation returned in his chest, worse than ever. He knew.

He was out of time.

Reaper didn't want to do this, not like this, but he knew he had no choice. If he didn't, he would die.

"G-Geno!" Reaper choked out between flowers and coughs. "I-I l-love you!"

Geno's eyes went wide as blush dusted across his face. He loves me... Suddenly knowledge came flooding back to him. Hanahaki: The disease where people throw up flowers. The only cure is from the crush to show affection and show their love back.

His blush increased. Did he love Reaper?.. He enjoyed Reaper's company, and he hated it when he was feeling down and always wanted to make him feel better..

Geno was suddenly cut out of his thoughts when a shaky hand reached up towards his face. The words were small, shaky, and almost inaudible. "Please.."

Geno felt the pang in his chest. He gave in. He pushed away all doubts in his mind and pulled Reaper's face to his, closing the gap. He kissed him with all his might, allowing some magic to be forced in the kiss, truly expressing how much he cared. He wanted, no, he needed Reaper to know. He didn't care about the flowers, he just wanted to share this passionate moment.

When they finally pulled away after what seemed like eons, they stared into each other's eyes passionately, glimmering with love and happiness. Reaper stared in awe.

"Y-you.. you really.."

Geno smiled warmly at Reaper. "Yeah, I suppose you're not that much of a dork." Reaper shakily smiled with tears in his eyes before suddenly turning away and began coughing again. Geno panicked and gingerly wrapped his arms around Reaper.

"D-did it not work! I-I'm so sorry Reaper!!"

Reaper continued coughing, but they didn't seem so violent this time. He continued coughing until dead flowers fell from his mouth, and eventually the source of the disease itself- the dead plant. When the dead plant finally fell from his mouth, Reaper put a hand on his throat and looked up weakly with a smile.

"I'm cured.."

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Word Count: 2466

Eeeeeeeee I forgot about this thing so take my awful writing okay bye-

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lu-undy · 4 years

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Chapter 5 - SBT

Here it is!

"Your suite is number 504 on the fifth floor. You will find your luggage there and a leaflet at the entrance with the times for the meals. Should you need anything, just call the number one on the phone in your room and I shall make sure your request is met."

"Merci bien."

[Thank you very much.]

Lucien was at the reception of the Grand Palace. It was obviously a five-star hotel. If the Frenchman flew in business class, wore custom-tailored suits and drove an Aston Martin car, he surely wouldn't bear the possibility of a hotel with lower standards. Speaking of the Aston Martin…

"May I ask…" He started.

"Yes, Sir?" The receptionist nodded.

"Have you received my car? It's an Aston Martin, a dark blue one, the Panthera."

"Ah, yes indeed we did, only a few hours before you arrived, Sir. I must say, I have never heard of that model before. Absolutely magnificent, Sir."

Lucien smiled proudly.

"Merci. It is indeed a unique model."

The receptionist's eyebrows jumped.

"But of course… Here is the key to it." The receptionist put an Aston Martin keyring with two keys on the counter. "But Sir, I was asked to check your identity before handing the keys over to you."

"Of course." Lucien showed his passport.

The man at the reception had a look through it and noticed that it was filled with many colourful stamps from all over the world.

"Everything is in order. Thank you very much for your patience, Mister… Uh…"

The receptionist looked at the name on the passport but before his eyes could decipher it, the spy slipped his document out of his hand and put it away.

"You may call me Mister L."

"Very good, Sir. Mister L then, if you would be so kind as to sign the register here…"

The man behind the counter offered a fountain pen to his elegant client who accepted it. The expensive pen went from white gloved hands to dark ones. Lucien signed the register and the receptionist couldn't help but be impressed at his smooth handwriting.

"Thank you very much again, Sir."

"My pleasure."

"Here are the keys to your room."

The Frenchman immediately tangled his car keyring with his room one to make but one bunch of keys.

"Merci."

[Thanks.]

The receptionist nodded and almost bowed. Lucien courteously nodded back and took his hat from the counter before turning on his heels.

He walked to the lift and an employee called it for him before joining him.

"Good afternoon, Sir. Which floor?"

"Fifth, please."

"Fine, Sir."

Lucien looked at the young man with him in the lift. His eyes ran from his worn out shoes that didn't match his suit to his hat on his head, which he wore slightly on the side. He was about half the Frenchman's age and clearly had started that job recently. His uniform wasn't perfectly adjusted to him and his heart beat fast in fear that his client would be disappointed with him, Lucien could hear it.

"Tell me young man…" The spy started.

"Y-yes, Sir?"

"You want to keep this job here, non?"

The young man gasped.

"I-I'm sorry if I did anything wrong, Sir, I swear I didn't mean it, I-I've just started and uh-"

"All that does not answer my question."

The young employee blushed beyond his ears and lowered his head.

"Y-yeah, I wanna keep this job…"

The lift stopped and the doors opened with the sound of a bell-ring. The boy looked at the client in the impeccable suit.

"You are doing very well. Don't worry that much."

The young man smiled.

"Thank you, Sir."

Lucien stepped out of the lift and the doors started to slide shut. He turned to face the young man and said, as he nodded courteously:

"Thank me after you see what is in your pocket. Your shoes need a good replacement."

The lift slid shut and the Frenchman headed to his suite, smiling at the thought that the young man was finding a tip that would allow for him to purchase better footwear.

He entered his suite and found his luggage waiting for him next to the door. It was one single suitcase as he liked to travel lightly. Lucien took it and went to the bedroom, looking left and right to his new home. He liked the decor, it was very modern, light walls sharply contrasted with black varnished furniture. Simple and sober, geometric decorations, abstract, black and white paintings on the walls.

He nodded to himself as he entered the bedroom. A large king size bed, a rosewood wardrobe for his clothes, and underneath his feet, one of those very soft carpets that almost massaged his feet as he walked, his entire body sinking with every step.

Lucien quickly emptied his single suitcase. He liked to travel lightly and didn't have much personal belongings. A few old pictures gathering dust in his parisian flat, as he himself had been so, before accepting to come back in business and take on that job. He looked through the window. It was already almost night time but for his brain, it was only the beginning of the day. Ah, the joys of jetlag… He knew he would have to take it easy for a week or so before his body adapted to the local time. Bah, so be it, he could still do plenty of things.

First, he needed to have a good knowledge of the geography of the city surrounding him. That, and locating a few of his contacts would surely fill his week up. Also, as it was his first time in this continent, he wanted to appreciate this new territory, apprehend it and make it his. The Frenchman had to adapt and the faster, the better. He knew he couldn't rely on any guide other than his own gut feeling, and he liked it that way. He liked to think that he was capable of taming this wild new country and make it his on his own. He had always managed it before, even in America.

Lucien went to the bathroom and switched on the light. It was bright white and a light scent of vanilla floated in the air. The room was spacious and contained a wide bath, a separate shower, two sinks and the toilet. His eyes darted between the bath and the shower. He frowned as he hesitated.

As he looked towards the sink, Lucien's eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror. He took a step closer and stared. He looked like himself, but not exactly, if that made sense. The last time he had worn a suit like that dated back to years and years ago. Since then, his hair had turned grey on his temples and at the front. He bent forward to take a closer look at his face. It had lines now at the corner of his eyes. Crow's feet they called them in English apparently. His cheekbones jutted a bit more due to the heavy smoking making him slim; not that he was any other way anyway. He had always been slim.

Lucien had also decided to shave off the beard that he had grown during the years of his retirement and get a haircut. No one looks professional with a grey and black long ponytail.

With a sigh, he turned his back to his reflection and started removing his clothes. He wanted a quick shower to pump the blood in him everywhere and some light dinner. He wasn't too hungry.

About an hour later, the Frenchman was out in the streets again and walking around, exploring his new surroundings. His eyes lazily followed the shops' front windows and most of them were closed. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled along, not too fast and not too slow, his brain carving all the details of his surroundings into his memory.

"Ah…"

One establishment caught his eyes as it was still open. It was nothing like he had seen before, somewhat of a restaurant but it also strongly looked like American diners. Lucien looked inside. There were some customers and the content of their plates matched what the general look of the place inspired. It was simple food, but didn't seem as greasy as the American stuff.

The Frenchman pushed the door and entered. He saw an empty table in the corner and sat on the sort of bench there before looking at the laminated menu on the table.

"Hello there!" A waitress came to him with a notepad and a pen in her hand. "How can I help?"

"Good evening, Mademoiselle, uhm. Maybe you could recommend something?"

[Miss]

"Sure, do you have any idea what you'd like?"

"I am looking for something relatively light this evening."

"I'd go for a Ceasar salad then. Has everything in it, but it's light. How does that sound, hm?"

"Good. It does sound good. I think I will trust you with this." He answered and she scribbled it on her notepad.

"Right! Anything to drink with that?"

"Sparkling water, please."

"Sure! Fancy man you are, eh? Alright, will that be all?"

"Oui, for now."

"Great, I'll be back with your order as fast as I can."

"Thank you, Mademoiselle."

[Miss]

The young lady blushed and headed back to where she came from, leaving the Frenchman alone with his thoughts. He looked at the other clients here and there. There was a bit of everyone, really. People who looked like they were coming out of long work shifts as well as some who seemed as though the day only started now for them.

That was something that Lucien had grown to like, despite him not showing it much, and he owed it to that woman. She had taught him to never judge someone by their clothes or the way they spoke. She herself had come from a very modest family and was only barely making it in life because of her hard work. She was one of those Americans who believed adamantly that the conditions of their success were in their own hands, that nothing could stop them.

It was so iconic of the mentality of her country that even in France they said it: Sky is zhe limit!

The sky…

Lucien rested his chin in his palm, his elbow planted on the table and his fingers of his other hand tapping on the table. The city seemed half asleep. Well, only half. The day workers were long gone and in the dream world, whereas the night owls poured out in the streets, ready to conquer the night and make it theirs.

The waitress came back with the Frenchman's order.

"There you go, your water and salad…!"

"Ah, merci!"

"Is that Italian?" She asked.

"Non," Spy replied with a smile. "It is French."

"Is that where you come from?"

"It is indeed."

"Oh, wow… How is it there?"

Lucien smiled at her and extended his hand to invite her to sit with him. She couldn't have been more than twenty or so.

"Pray take a seat, I can tell you more if you so wish."

"Oh, uh…" She looked around her and seeing that no other client needed her, she shyly sat opposite the Frenchman.

"Do you mind if I start eating?" He politely asked.

"No, no, please…"

Lucien nodded and dug in.

"D'you come from Paris?"

"Oui and non. That is indeed where I used to live, but I don't come from there. However," He raised his fork. "You are not sitting here to listen to an old man tell the story of his life."

"You don't seem older than my dad." She replied and he nodded politely.

"Many thanks. But let me tell you about France…"

The waitress propped her head on her hands and dived in the foreigner's speech.

"It is a beautiful country first and foremost for its natural riches. It offers such a wide variety of landscapes in a reasonably limited surface area. Green plains covered by vines? Or golden fields of wheat waving under the gentle summer breeze? Non? Maybe you would prefer the white summits of the fresh Alps in the comfort of a chalet? Still non? Ah, then let the warm waves of the Mediterranean Sea wash your life away, under a parasol, sipping on a fresh glass of pastis…?"

"Oh, what's that?" The young woman's eyes shone in the decors that the Frenchman had painted invisibly before her eyes.

"It is a local beverage made from anis seeds, its color is light yellow, like a very early winter sun."

"Woah…" The waitress's eyes were half closed and she sighed in the beauty of the landscapes that she was swimming in, in the middle of her open-eyed hallucinations. "You… Are you a guide or something?"

Lucien chuckled and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly.

"Non, I'm afraid not. Why do you ask?"

"You're sellin' it very well, it's almost like I'm there with you now…!"

"Ah, then I do believe that I answered your request quite well."

"You kiddin'? It was bloody brilliant!"

Lucien smiled gently.

"Do you mind if I ask…" He started as he put his fork and knife back on his empty plate. "I have recently arrived here and I would love to know more about my surroundings. Do you happen to know where I could find a map of the city?"

"Oh, yeah, see that shop at the end of the street?" She pointed through the restaurant window.

"Oui, I see."

"That's Joe's. He's more or less always open and has everything you could ever need from food to a hammer. Bit expensive, but that's the price to get anythin' at anytime I guess, eh?"

"Thank you very much. Anything else I should know about this part of town?"

"We're in the rather good side of town. Only very rich folks live here, a bit to the South from here is where you've got the business district, tall buildings and boring people in suits."

She stopped and looked at the man in front of him.

"Uh, no offense?"

He smiled.

"None taken, pray continue."

"Right, to the West you've got factories. This city's got rich thanks to them originally but now they're being converted into either fancy apartments or fancy offices… Some of them are already ready to be let but most of them still need a few more touches here and there."

"Pardon my interruption but, you do seem to know this city very well despite your young age."

"Well, I was born here and always ever lived here. I don't know, I just know these things…"

"Very good."

"Yeah, I s'ppose… Then you've got the East. That's for normal people, like me. If you get a map from Joe's, you'll see the East side is much bigger than the rest. That's where most of us come from."

"I see."

Lucien finished drinking his water and looked through the window. He made a mental note of the shop.

"Well, I think I am done here. Thank you very much for your time, Mademoiselle."

He stood up, leaving what he owed next to his plate and bowed politely to the young woman.

"Oh, sure, uh…"

He headed for the restaurant's door and held the handle in his grasp when-

"Wait!"

Lucien turned to the feminine voice that stopped him.

"What's your name? Will I see you again? Will you tell me more about France?"

He smiled.

"The salad was very good. My compliments to the chef."

The Frenchman nodded and pulled the door. The young woman thought that was a no…

"L. My name is L."

Her face brightened up.

"Just L?"

He nodded.

"Well in that case, I'm V."

"See you tomorrow, V."

She waved goodbye to him and her cheeks turned pink.

Lucien exited the restaurant and walked to the shop he had been recommended. He pushed the door and a bell rang. The Frenchman's eyes roamed in the room. He looked left and right at the wide and wild variety of products. V was right, despite the narrow size of the shop, Joe seemed to be selling anything one could think of, from food to tools to flower bouquets and school supplies…

"Lookin' for somethin'?"

A husky voice asked. Lucien raised his head and his eyes met with a skinny old man dressed in grey.

"I presume you are Joe?"

"You presume right. And you are…?"

"A friend of the young waitress that works in the restaurant at the other end of the street."

"Ah, Victoria? She's a good kid."

His face brightened up.

"She always tries to send me good folks. So, what's it gonna be for ya? 'm afraid I don't sell ties or fancy shoes…" Joe said, looking at Lucien.

"Oh, I just need a map of the city."

"Can do. One map for the good Sir here…!"

Joe disappeared in the ridiculously narrow aisles and emerged again with a folded map.

"Anythin' else?"

"Non, that would be all, to start with."

"Alright then…! That'll be seven dollars, mate."

Lucien paid and took his map.

"Actually…" He started and the old man raised his eyes. "Where do you know Victoria from?" Lucien asked.

"Ha, she used to come and buy candy from me all the time when she was a little girl. Now she's almost a woman but she still cares about old Joe. She's real nice, innit?"

Lucien smiled.

"Indeed, she is."

"She was one of the kids from the orphanage, see?"

"Ah…"

"Yeah, sad start in life, eh? But she's doing well now. Got a job and smashin' it I'm told!" Joe smiled.

"She is doing quite well indeed."

"And she still comes from time to time. Ah, if only more kids could be like her… Just, y'know… Good kids…"

"I understand." Lucien concluded. "Well, thank you very much, Monsieur."

"Oh c'mon, call me Joe! Victoria's friends are my friends."

"Merci. Have a good evening."

"Yeah, see ya!"

Lucien went back to his hotel room. He didn't want to sleep but he would lie down. The sooner he got his body used to the new rhythm, the better.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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yeenybeanies · 5 years

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( new ) g/t prompt list

6. sweets

arthur morgan & devin clarke ( oc )

2503 words

mild language warning

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Tiny hands grip on the hard, metal band that seals the jar’s lid that separates the sweet, syrupy peaches from the world, and from Devin. They grunt in frustration, teeth gritted and knuckles white, as they pull again, trying again to dislodge the band, but it’s not budging. At this point, it feels like they’d sooner tear off their arms than loosen this screw.

“ Need help with that? ” The voice comes from above and behind, soft, but still quite booming to a borrower. Devin releases their hold and spins around, back pressed to the glass, eyes wide and staring up, up, up at the giant of a man towering over her. Even when crouched, he’s still so damn tall.

“ Mr. Morgan––– ” Arthur. They kick themself; the man has told them multiple times now that they don’t have to be so formal. “ –––er . . . if you wouldn’t mind . . .. ”

Arthur doesn’t seem to pressed about his name––not that he ever is, not with Devin. Reminders are always gentle and good-natured when he gives them. The corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit more in time with his widening smile. He always seems to have a smile when regarding Devin. More often than not, they have a blush to match, though it’s not something they acknowledge, and Arthur has yet to point it out ( thank god ).

“ Don’t mind at all. I offered, didn’t I? ” The borrower scurries aside, ducking away from the large hand that sails overhead. Fingers as tall and thick as their whole body grip the jar by the lid and lift it easily from the ground. It’s equal parts astounding and intimidating, watching Arthur move. Devin can’t help but stare. Menial tasks––something as simple as opening a jar––to him are incredibly difficult, if not impossible to them. The strength matches the man, of course. It’s easy to remember that those jar-opening hands could so easily cause something Devin’s size insidious harm, hence the ever-present intimidation. They’ve only known him a short time––just a few weeks; while they won’t run at the sight of him, there’s still room for some trust to build. Arthur is patient, though, and exceptionally respectful of their boundaries and discomforts.

The lid pops up, uprooted with the blade of a knife once the band’s removed. Arthur tucks the knife away in the holder he’d fished it from and gives the canned fruit a sniff.

“ Got a sweet tooth? ” There’s that smile again ( not that it ever went away ). Devin feels their cheeks warm. Arthur sets down the opened jar and leans back on his heels, arms coming to rest on the bends of his knees.

“ Something like that. ” Sweet tooth? General hunger? A little bit of both. Devin props themself up on their tiptoes and reaches over the lip of the jar to tear off a piece of peach. They have little regard for the sweet juices that drip down their arms and chin, onto their clothes, as they take a few ( relatively ) big bites. Cheeks stuffed as they chew, they step away from the jar again and look up at Arthur. A jerk of their head directs the cowboy’s attention back to the jar.

“ Offerin’ me some of my own peaches? Well, ain’t you a sweet one. ” He winks, and Devin blushes, head ducked. Were they a mouse, sneaking into Arthur’s tent and breaking into his food, they aren’t sure that he would be so kind. Then again, the cowboy’s got quite the soft heart when it comes to small creatures. He chuckles, that low rumble shaking Devin’s bones, and fishes into the jar. The slice he pulls out is as tall as Devin, which he pops into his mouth all at once. That slice alone could feed them for a whole day, but it’s just a mouthful to him . . ..

“ Somethin’ on my face, Miss Clarke? ” He regards the borrower with a raised brow as he sucks the lingering sweetness from his fingers. They blink and quickly look away, realizing now that they’ve been staring ( again ).

“ Just Devin, ” they correct. It seems like they both have a habit to break. “ Er––yeah. A little bit on your . . . ” they gesture to the corner of their mouth, mirroring the location of a smudge on Arthur’s face. It’s easily taken care of with the swipe of a thumb.

Devin finishes off their piece of peach, and opts to tear off another chunk. Arthur settles down on his cot with another slice for himself, taking it in a few bites this time. Once finished, he lies back with his hat covering his eyes, like he’s ready to nap for a little bit, but he doesn’t get very far along. A slight calamity rouses him, prompts him to peek out again to see the jar tipped over and the little borrower covered in more of the peach syrup. Devin stares up at him, looking a little frightened, like they think he might react poorly to the mess.

“ I tried to close it, ” they defend quickly, body tensing further as Arthur pushes himself up again. He leans forward, hunched over them, smile lopsided. He looks . . . amused.

“ Sweet a’ you. Could’a just asked me to do it though, li’l miss. ” The nickname has Devin blinking. So he’s . . . not mad. That’s good. They start to relax, but they stiffen back up when Arthur’s hands drift closer, righting the toppled jar and securing the lid and band back into place.

“ You looked like you were about to sleep . . .. ” The borrower shakes their arms, trying to rid their person of some of the spilled juices.

“ Hey . . . ” Arthur’s attention returns to Devin, his features gentle and kind. Devin swears they feel their heart skip a beat. “ Don’t you ever worry about botherin’ me, you hear? Don’t care if it’s the middle of the night; if you want me to open a jar of peaches for you, you just let me know, alright? ”

Devin can only nod, a little dumbfounded by such an offer. Arthur Morgan is not the first human they’ve met, but he’s by far the nicest, the most respectful, the most accepting. Every meeting affirms more that he is a friend.

“ Y’need to wash off? ” His words snap Devin out of their thoughts again, prompting them to look down at their soaked clothes. All of this syrup is bound to get sticky and smelly, neither of which are good for a borrower in a world of predators.

“ Uhm . . . yeah . . .. ” Though the nearest water is in the middle of the campsite, and no doubt in buckets far taller than Devin can reach. They can climb, sure, but it’s a risky move in the middle of the day . . ..

“ Y’need help? ” Arthur moves the resealed jar aside, stowing it for later access, then returns with his elbows propped on his knees. Such sudden movements might have made Devin flinch a few weeks ago, but now they just tense and hold their ground. ( Arthur is a friend. He means no harm. ) “ I can get you some soap n’ water, but, uh . . .. ” he trails off and looks away. Devin could swear they see a bit of pink rising in his cheeks. “ Do you have another change of clothes? Or . . .. ”

Oh boy. Devin’s own cheeks go pink.

“ Uh, i think––– ” They quickly pull their collar and glance down, “ –––yeah, it’s just my dress that’s dirty. My under clothes are fine. ” Before the juices can soak through, though, Devin turns her back to Arthur and starts to shed that dress, pulling it off over her head.

“ Alright . . .. ” Arthur, in a move Devin finds rather endearing, looks away, staring blankly at the canvas wall of his tent while they disrobe. It only takes a moment for them to get their dirtied dress off, and face the gunslinger once more, now clad in their undershirt & long underwear. The dress is rolled up and tucked up under their arm.

“ Okay! I, uh, I just need that soap and water now . . .. ” They give Arthur a sheepish smile, trying hard not to blush any more. Oh, but they aren’t nearly as flustered as Arthur is; he’s still barely looking at them.

“ Sure, sure. Do you, uh, want me to bring you some here, or do you wanna go to it, or I could wash your clothes, or . . .? ”

Ah, their heart. This human is quite the gentleman, doing his best to try and make Devin feel comfortable. They can’t help but chuckle and shake their head.

“ You’re very kind, but no, if you just bring it here, I can wash my own clothes. Thank you, Arthur. ”

“ Sure. Be right back, then. ” He’s quick to hurry off. Devin could swear he’s trying to hide under his hat. When he returns, too, just a few minutes later, there’s still some lingering pink on his cheeks. ( Who knew a human could be . . . cute? )

With one coffee cup of plain water and another with soapy water, Devin takes to washing their garment, scrubbing and rubbing and wringing it with their hands, and then rinsing it off. A few more wrings to squeeze out some of the water, and then they hold it up, looking for stains.

“ Okay. I just need to hang this–––oh. ” They peek at Arthur over their dress, only now noticing that he seems to have dozed off like he’d planned to do prior to this incident. He hums a brief note; Devin has woken him up again.

“ Oh, um––sorry, I––you can sleep. I can handle . . .. ” Their voice quiets and trails off, eyes following the man’s rise from his bed to tower over them. He sure does look ready for a nap, but the sleepiness doesn’t mask the softness in his features. If anything, it almost seems to compliment it.

His approaching hand pulls the borrower from their thoughts. They clutch their damp dress closer to their chest as that hand settles just before them, palm up. Arthur gives them a gentle, encouraging smile.

“ Give it here. I’ll hang it up somewhere high so it can dry. I can hide it too so no one’ll catch a look n’ ask questions. ” His fingers twitch a little, as if beckoning. Devin can’t help their hesitation; this is the closest either of them have been to touching each other.

Arthur is a friend, they remind themself.

With a deep breath, they lean forward and settle the dress down over his fingers. The sight is almost comical; it looks like it could dress his pinky, like a little finger puppet. Hell, it might still be too small. They step back, and he pulls the dress away to fasten it up in the overhangs of his tent, out of view from anyone on the outside.

“ There. Shouldn’t take too long to dry, bein’ so small n’ all . . .. ” He glances back down at them, lips tightening for a moment. “ You gonna be okay in the meantime? You’re more n’ welcome to stick around in here. ”

He must recognize that they’re about to say something about not wanting to disturb him. He raises a hand, cutting short any such protest before it can start.

“ Now now, li’l miss Devin, don’t you worry about bein’ a bother. Told ya already: you ain’t nothin’ of the sort. ” There he goes again with that smile . . .. They look down at their shoes, hands clasped behind their back.

“ Uhm . . . I mean, I’ll need your help getting it down anyway, so . . .. ” It’s not like they really have anywhere to be at the moment, or for a little while, either. They look back up at Arthur, just a bit bashful. “ Promise I won’t bother you again for a while, though. You look like you’re needing that nap you’ve been trying to take. ”

As if on cue, the man looks away and covers his mouth as he yawns.

“ Yep. I wouldn’t mind some shut-eye. But don’t you worry about–––err . . .. ” He pauses mid-sentence, eyeing Devin as they start to scale the side of his boot. His hands come down, nearing them, likely meaning to help them up, but they wave them back.

“ I can do this. Don’t mind me. ” They’ve been climbing things their whole life; what’s a boot and a pant leg? His bed, they reckon, is safer than the ground for now. Arthur’s hands still hover for a few moments longer, but a little extra waving wards them off. Once they’re up on the bed top, they notice Arthur visibly relax. At this point, they shouldn’t be too surprised that he seems to be concerned for their safety, but it does still stir up a feeling within them that they can’t quite place. ( Butterflies? That’s the human term, right? )

“ I’m good. Go on, take your nap. I can tend to myself. ” The borrower waves their hands at him some more, to which he shakes his head and smirks. Yes, they can be cheeky too. Arthur moves slowly, carefully, settling himself down on his back for a third and ( hopefully ) final time.

“ Now, like I said, li’l miss: don’t worry ‘bout wakin’ me up if ya need somethin’. Just shout or give my ear a tug or, I dunno. You ain’t botherin’ me none. ” He turns his head to face Devin, now only about a foot away. Up so close, he can see their features better, their face full of freckles, but the gentleman in him ( albeit one that he refuses to acknowledge ) stops him from staring too much. Hat settled over his eyes, he takes a final deep breath, crosses his arms over his chest, and, within minutes, has dozed off. This time, Devin intends to let him rest.

Devin moves up and around, navigating the bedroll until they come to the right side of Arthur’s head. The brim of his hat shades them and shields them from plain view here. The sound of his breathing is . . . oddly soothing, too.

Perhaps they could take a little nap of their own while they wait for their dress to dry.

#rdr #g/t rdr #arthur morgan #g/t #g/t writing #g/t fiction #hyena writes #hyena ocs #devin clarke #i'm not really following the list too much tbh but it has some good prompts

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danganronpa-tng · 4 years

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Chapter 2 - The Trial Of Tadashi Ogami

“Tadashi was found collapsed against a wall in the gym. He had a wound on the front of his head, and a smaller one at the back, received from hitting the wall as he collapsed.

Cause of death was bludgeoning. He received the front wound from a strong hit with a baseball bat, killing him upon impact. Aside from these two, no other wounds were identified.

He was killed at approximately 12:30AM. He was discovered approximately 8AM the next day.

As Kassidy, Hayden and Aspen found him and set off the body discovery announcement , they are not suspects.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Hayden.”

“Huh? What’s up, Yaretzi?”

“Nothing much. I just happened to notice that there was a note on top of Tadashi’s folded- and bloody, May I mention- hoodie. I can’t make out most of it, as it is... well, blood splattered, but I can see ‘me’, ‘at the gym’, and ‘urgent’.”

“Ah, you’re right..! Thanks, Yaretzi.”

“Anything I could do to help. He did not deserve this fate.”

- - -

“Hm? Is something up, Vera?”

“Oh, I’ll translate!”

“Ah, thanks Sara.”

“Ok, umm... Oh, she said she checked the equipment closet, and she found the baseball bat that was used to kill Tadashi!”

“Oh, I’ll check that out in a minute! Thank you, Vera.”

“She says you’re welcome.”

- - -

“Did you happen to see him last night, Oliver?”

“I... no, I just saw him at dinner... then I was with L-London for the evening.”

“Ah, ok... I’m sorry about Tadashi.”

“I-I suppose it can’t be helped...”

“Mm... Don’t worry, we’ll find his killer.”

“Y-yeah... I know.”

- - -

“Hey, I was just at the weaponry room.”

“Really? Anything up, Kamron?”

“Well, yes, although it doesn’t make much sense. There’s a gun missing.”

“Woah, really?! So someone has a gun?!”

“Yeah. It’s just a simple one, not a shotgun or anything. We should keep a lookout, though.”

“Definitely.”

- - -

The Trial

- - -

“Well, I don’t want to point fingers this early in the trial, but Hayden...”

“Huh? Something wrong, Katelyn?”

“Yes, I suppose. What you said to me last night before you let my room stuck with me. ‘Tomorrow’s morning announcement might be a little bit different’. Remember?”

Oh shit, that sounds suspicious.

“Ah, hahaha, yeah... You see, me, Kassidy and Aspen had a prank set up for this morning where we were... gonna replace the morning announcement with the Monster’s Inc theme.”

“...be serious.”

“He is...”

“Aspen, don't back him up-”

“No, no. Hayden’s telling the truth. Me, Aspen and Hayden were on our way to set it up when we found him. Besides, we set it off, so we’re not suspects.”

“Oh... my god.”

- - -

“Wait a sec...”

“Huh? Karma?”

“We all have airtight alibis... except for Estrella and Katelyn.”

“What?”

“What are you talking about. I was in my dorm most of the day!”

“Yes, as was I.”

“No, I saw you two in the auditorium. You’re lying about your alibi, which is very suspicious. So?”

“...I’m sure Estrella would love to explain.”

“Oh, fuck off Katelyn.”

“Well, neither of you are giving alibis, so although I highly doubt you two specifically would work together on his murder, we’re gonna need an excuse-”

“Wait! I can vouch for them.”

“London?”

“Londondon’tyoufuckingdare.”

“Yesterday, those two had an argument after dinner, so I had them have a fashion show against each other. I was with them almost all day.”

“...when I asked for an excuse, I meant a believable one.”

“No... no, she’s right. Me and the clown over there did indeed participate in... well, that.”

“Katelyn’s just salty because I won.”

“So... I suppose that works, then.”

- - -

“Wait a minute.”

“Aeja?”

“London, you said you were with the girls after dinner, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Hayden... who did Oliver say he was with after dinner?”

“ ! “

“...London... He said London...”

“Wh-what are you saying? Yeah, Oliver was there too! Weren’t you? You were, weren’t you Oli?”

“U-uhm, y-yeah! Definitely!”

*cough cough*

“Estrella? You ok over there?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, I’m alright. I’m just allergic to your fucking bullshit!”

“Wha-?!”

“Oliver wasn’t anywhere near us yesterday. It was just us three. Oliver... well, he just lost his alibi.”

“I...”

“Stop it! Are you saying you think Oliver killed Tadashi?!”

“If the bat fits, London.”

- - -

“Well, Oliver?”

“You’re backed into a corner. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“...”

“Well?”

“Fine! I did it! I killed him! I got the bat from the closet, and I told him to come to the gym, and I... I...”

Oliver cut himself off with a sob.

“I did it...”

- - -

“His mom... His mom killed my dad! I couldn’t just let that slide! I killed him so I could escape, show his mother half the pain she made me feel, then finish the job myself! He said that I’d been lied to, that he knew the truth... bullshi-”

“Upupupupu, about that...”

“...what?”

“I lied! Tadashi used up his precious phone call on you, so as a reward I told him the truth! Your father hung himself kid, too bad!”

“...you have to be kidding me. This can’t be happening.”

- - -

“Just... tell them what I did, Hayden. I don’t think I can even say it.”

“...Ok.”

This all starts when we got our phone calls as our motive. Our killer uses his call to call their father, to which they discover that one of Tadashi’s parents had killed their own father. Enraged, they leave the room, feeling betrayed by the person he considered so close to them. When all they told Tadashi was that their father had been killed, Tadashi made the decision to sacrifice his own call to see if that was true. Tadashi was told the truth; their father had actually killed himself. He didn’t know how to tell them, so he waited.

Meanwhile, the killer was already plotting their murder. A few nights later, they slipped a note under Tadashi’s door, asking him to come to the gym because he needed to tell him something, and that it was urgent. He didn't sign their name, so when Tadashi arrived, he was relieved to see them because he could finally tell them what he knew. However, the killer had gone into the equipment room before Tadashi arrived and grabbed the heaviest thing they could carry that wouldn’t wake anyone up; a baseball bat. Tadashi tried explaining what he knew, but the killer wouldn’t listening, already too mad over what they thought they knew. Tadashi, growing increasingly scared, explained frantically that they’d been lied to. However, the killer had finally had enough, and ran forward, striking them with the bat in the head. Tadashi was almost immediately killed, but when his head slammed against the wall he was out like a light. The killer, although still mad at Tadashi, removed the hoodie Tadashi treasured and folded it up neatly beside his corpse, leaving his note behind. He threw the bat back into the equipment room, leaving and heading back to his room. He came up with analibi that should have backed him up, as the person he said he was with always backed him up; London. However, too many people saw London already, destroying his cover up.

Isn’t that right...

Oliver Ishimaru, the Ultimate Daredevil?!

- - -

“He... before I... he...”

“No! You’ve got it all wrong! I called for you, I wanted to help! Oliver, please! He told me the truth, you have to listen to me. Who are you going to believe; a psycho, or me, your best friend?

P-put it down, please, I’m begging you! I’m not trying to give you pity, I genuinely care for you. I always have, and I always will. When will you see that?

I wouldn’t lie!”

- - -

“I wouldn’t lie.

He didn’t lie.

What have I done?

He didn’t lie about anything, he cared about me. He wanted me to be happy, and I killed him.”

Suddenly, he produced something from his back pocket that filled in the missing piece to this puzzle.

The gun.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

@logicallypanicking @biacrazy67 I’m so sorry

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 15: Time for Maintenance and Help

In a cold tundra, a peaceful family was enjoying their day. A hearty, meaty feast made of local game. The family themselves, were Orcs. Specifically of the werebear variety. Three little ones, two older boys and a younger girl, sat around the table eating happily. Their Mother, a Black Orc, meanwhile set out a lone plate with a feast all its own on it, just then the door opened up.

"Urrghaaaah! Geez, you'd think it'd be gettin less cold. Heheh.....," A Green Orc with salt n' pepper hair said before sniffing the air, "....Haha, yet another amazing meal. Thank you honey."

"Glad to please, and welcome home Bardak. Hope you're prepared for the feast that is lunch. Kids might beat ya if you wait any longer to start eating."

"Huh? Well then, let me put up my axe." Bardak states before hurrying to sit down and eat.

"Don't eat fast, and don't you dare choke mister." His loving wife told him.

"Easy Ulara, I know my manners. As long as the kids got manners too.," Bardak said sweetly before firmly shouting at one of the boys, "Hey will you quit trying to rip it with your mouth! Use your knife boy, that's what your Mama gave it to ya for!"

"Mmmm? O....sry Pa...."

"And don't talk to me with your mouth full either. Chew first then speak, or at least pack it away."

The boy gulped his bite down finally, "Sorry Pa."

"Hmph, and what about you?" Bardak asked of his other son.

"I'm doing it right, see Pa? I can use a knife."

"Hey you dummy!", the first brother yelled before bonking the other's head, "I know how to use a knife!"

"Pa he bonked me!"

"Oh quit your whining!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH! Now both of ya sit down and leave each other alone." Bardak firmly told them.

"Yes sir!" They both said in unison.

"Now, where's your sister?" Bardak inquires looking around a bit, only to get 'surprised' by a sneak attack.

"RAAAAAA! I got you Papa I got you!" She pipes up with pure delight.

"Ahhhhhhaha....certainly did. Now come on, sit down and eat." Bardak told her gently.

She scurried back to her seat just as Ulara finally sat down herself and began eating. The family continued their meal in peace and just as Bardak finished up, he heard his crystal going off.

"Hmm? What the?", He then answered his crystal, "Hey Death!"

"Ah there you are Bardak. Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh not at all, just caught us at lunchtime. How are things on your side?" Bardak questioned.

"We're dealing with a wereshark."

"Which one?"

"Leatherbeard."

Bardak immediately freezes, "Uh honey, need you to watch the kids. I gotta take of something, but it's nothing really dangerous."

Ulara sees him going into a specific weapons chest, one with weapons that only has the crazy shit. She's instantly worried, "How can it be 'nothing really dangerous' if you're opening that chest?!"

"Ehehehehehe...heh...", Bardak begins whilst getting a specific dagger he got from Kobolds. Made from cobalt, jagged yet serrated with a hooked end, it ultimately looks like a shark in shape. ,"Heh...nothing but a simple problem that just needs some attending to. Nothing really dangerous heheh...."

The look on his face betrays him, but Ulara keeps quiet. For the kids' sake. Bardak then hurries off to go help out his old friend. Using another crystal to teleport to where everyone is. Everyone is shocked by the sudden appearance of a massive Green Orc in the room.

"Well then, didn't know I'd have this kind of welcome wagon."

"Right....well I suppose we'd best get your introduction out of the way. Everyone, this is Bardak, an old friend of mine." Death awkwardly stated as he rubbed his neck.

Course Bardak then took notice of Death's use of crutches, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Check my ankle, you'll see it."

"Most of time I see ya, you've got twinkle toes. What the hell happened, cement shoes?"

"Oh hardy harhar." Death says a bit grumpy.

"And there's the grumpy old man, where's your cane?"

War then piped up, "I believe he left it in his bedroom."

"Zip it, now. And look who's talking."

"Well if I'm too old for this", Bardak began before putting his hand on Death's head to hold him still, "then what else am I too old for?"

"Now you're just acting like a child."

Bardak shakes his head, "Said the old fart."

"Ugh, let's quit fooling around now."

"Ok." Bardak says before grabbing his old friend into a hug.

"Gah, that was my foot! Bardak put me down please."

Strife snickered, "You think he's giving him a bear hug?"

Bardak just gave him an annoyed look, "Oh sure use puns. Not like they're lazy or anything."

Death sniggered at that as Strife looked at Bardak, "Aw come on. It's wasn't THAT bad was it?"

"I'm a werebear, what do you think?"

"Ooooooooh.....oh....well then..." Strife lets out being unable to say much of anything to remedy that.

Bardak finally put Death down and let him adjust himself. Meanwhile Morgen walked in, "Oh my uhm, this a friend of yours Death?"

"Ah Morgen, yes. This is Bardak, figured he'd be a tremendous help."

Bardak couldn't help but pick on Death's current body language shift as Morgen came into the room. Taking a glance at the woman, he couldn't blame Death either. He then pats Death on the back, "Nice choice Death, nice choice."

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Death shouted in response as Bardak laughed. He then glared at his younger siblings as they joined in the laughter.

Morgen only gave a light snicker to spare him of at least some embarrassment, "Well I'm glad to meet you Bardak. Guessing you know Death extremely well then hmhm?"

Death facepalmed before readjusting himself on the crutches. Leading to Morgen looking at his foot. She went up to him and sat in a chair next to him, "Since we're both here, may as well get this done."

"Uh Morgen....not in front of my siblings....please? It's....really not necessary."

Bardak shook his head, "If she can help with yer leg, then let her help. I've seen you when you're fucked up, and hell look at me, I know when I'm fucked up too. Shoot one of the reasons Ulara and I are together is because of this. Good way to build up your relationship."

"Shut. Up." Death expressed in a deeply embarrassed tone.

Morgen blushes a deep red herself, her eyelashes batting as she blinked. Bardak knew from Death's body language and Morgen's own reactions that the two didn't seem to be official yet. Or they may be aware of their own feelings but not the feelings of the other. Either way, he'd be helping with more than just a wereshark.

"Now go heal up, I gotta go prepare some stuff." Bardak stated trying to give them some minor privacy.

"Wait, what do you have in the way of weapons?" Death quickly inquired.

"Oh just a dagger, that's pretty much it." Bardak tells him.

"Seriously? A singular dagger?"

"Remember the last time we fought Leatherbeard? My axe did jack shit. Besides, this dagger ain't ordinary, it's cobalt. Trust me, this will do some major damage on him." Bardak states firmly.

"If you're certain Bardak, I'll trust you. Oh and be sure to say hi to Harker. Might do him good to see you, and to know that you're helping with Leatherbeard." Death says simply.

"You got it. See ya when you're all 'healed up'."

"Sure thing." Death replied shaking his head.

From there Morgen worked on mending his injury. She'd walked outside first to find a tree to make a small moonfruit tree with. Finding a dead tree in the garden's center, she began to work her magic on it. It takes a bit of work, but to her the small sapling tree is worth it. Even as saplings, moonfruit trees bare some fruit. Using her magic she tenderly sped that process along and smiled as the plump opalite colored fruits formed. Inside them all, was a single glowing golden seed. Morgen gathered all the fruit into a basket before going into the kitchen to prepare them. She chopped all but one of the fruit into bite sized bits and put those to the side. Her next step was to grind the seeds into a fine powder, which she mixed into a bowl of water. As it began to glow radiantly, she also added the thin slices of the final fruit into the bowl for a boosted effect.

Finally she came into the room again and inquired of Death, "In terms of fruits, what would you say your favorites are?"

Death cocked his head confused but thought back a bit regardless, "Depends, I'm a fan of pomegranates, dragon fruit, and prickly pear. It really does depend however."

"I see, well what if they were in a salad together?" Morgen suggests.

"Again, depends on the salad. So just say what you've got. You make it sound like you're about to hand me something that's extremely disgusting."

"Look I don't know your opinion of moonfruit ok? I'm using it to help heal you, but I imagine eating it on it's own might get boring. Hence why I'm asking about the fruit." Morgen explains a bit annoyed.

"What does moonfruit even taste like, when it comes to resemblances to other fruit?"

"It's sweet, with a grape like texture, but without the annoying skin of said grape." Morgen explains.

"Ok. What does it taste like? You said sweet, and that's fine. But details, they are important. Is it like apples, grapes, what?"

Morgen sighs and thinks a moment, "It's like a lychee or rambutan. If you know of those two."

Death snickers, "You do know people describe them both as grape like in flavor right? You could've have just said grapes."

Morgen rolls her eyes, "Yes very funny. Either way this will help to heal you."

"Yeah let's get this over with, please."

Morgen nods and gathers up everything after making the fruit salad with the fruits Death mentioned and the moonfruit bits. Using a tray to carry both the salad and the bowl with moonfruit infused water. Once beside him she places the fruit salad in front of Death before kneeling to place the water by his feet. Course Death is NOT used to anyone removing his boot, let alone anyone touching his foot.

"Gah, what are you doing?"

"You're supposed to soak your foot in this. It helps." Morgen explains.

"Ok then...I think I can handle this end of things. Thanks for trying...at least." Death responds awkwardly.

"You're welcome. Now just keep your foot there and....when was the last time you ....uh...I guess cleaned up?"

"Uhhhh...was it after the first or second dragon I had to kill?" Death questions himself.

Morgen facepalms, as does Fury nearby, "Brother, after you heal, you're bathing."

Bardak then calls after them from down the hall, "I'm an orc and a werebear! Even I know about personal hygiene!"

"SHUT UP OVER THERE!" Death shouts as Bardak laughs.

Puck then walks in to see both Bardak, Morgen with Death's foot in a bowl of water, and everyone else laughing, "Did I miss something here?"

"You know how bad Death smells like all the time? Apparently we found one of the reasons." Strife tells him whilst wheezing.

"Apparently our brother forgot to clean himself after dealing with a dragon." War adds on.

"Both of you zip it. He doesn't need this kind of ammo." Death quickly tells him.

"I already have enough ammo, but a little extra never hurt anybody, right?"

Death just groans and sits in silence as Morgen uses her magic on the water. He does glance towards the little fruit salad, and feels his stomach growl. Finally he takes a bite of the salad and is pleasantly surprised by the moonfruit. He can't help but indulge a little, which helps Morgen with her work since he's distracted. Course eventually she has to hold onto his foot as she's healing him.

Death suddenly jolts as he holds back a light chuckle, "Please be careful..."

"Same to you, I'd rather not be kicked." Morgen tells him simply.

"Right. Uhm....let's finish this up...heheh...hm." Death expressed whilst trying not to let out a laugh.

Morgen smirks but stays on course to be nice. Eventually she's certain she finally has it, "Alright, you should be good to go."

Death then works on standing up and nearly falls at first before Morgen helps him stay up. Course Death accidentally grabbed something he hadn't meant to. After a single, but gentle squeeze, he found out what it was. Quickly he pulled his hand down, his neck revealing yet again just how embarrassed he was at this moment.

"Oh shit my apologies I uhm.....I....ah....shit."

His siblings stifled their laughter, until Strife broke first, causing the other two to follow.

"Real funny, laugh it up before you all die." Death growled at them.

"Apology accepted, you did slip after all." Morgen reassured him, being forgiving.

"That is no excuse for touching you...like that." Death insisted.

"It was an accident Death, I can understand that much. You needn't worry. Now perhaps you should clean yourself up. Nothing like a warm bath to ease the mind." Morgen explains warmly.

"Uhhhhhh.....right. I'll get on that..." Death told her nervously before heading towards the bathing area.

Bardak looked at him funny, "Dude, you had your chance. You were waiting for your moment. That was it."

"Ugh....geez why is everybody trying to hook me up with her? First it was Strife and Puck, and now it's you."

"Because she actually seems to care you. Second of all you seem to care about her." Bardak tells him.

"And that's a completely normal reaction! We're kindred spirits if anything at all."

"Not to mention you yourself are a very attractive man. I am very confident man, so I bring awareness to those facts." Bardak states.

"Geez you're starting to sound like Harker."

"Because I'm right? Try an describe to her, you know as if I've never met her before."

Death facepalms, "Aside from the fact that she is indeed very beautiful, which I can say in confidence is an obvious fact. It's objective, not subjective here. Second, she is very kind to just about everyone. No matter what their background is, or how they look. If anyone deserves the title of noble, it's her. She has a very noble heart. And with her magic, specifically in the healing branch, she is highly skilled with it. Although she could probably use more training, specifically in fighting. At least for the time being."

Bardak smirks, having seen Death go from annoyance to peace as he spoke of Morgen, "And you say you're not into her?"

Death growled before saying quietly, "Zip it."

"What are you scared of things going wrong? That she'd leave ya for someone else? That she'd discover your dark history, and all it's bloody glory? People like her have seen people like you before. They understand em, hell Ulara and I are those types of people, or rather were. Remember how it was when I was young, back when you first met me? I was batshit insane by most standards. And you, were a stuck up son of a bitch."

Death chuckled, "You're not wrong, I was a bit stuck up back then. Among a few other things."

"And Ulara? She found me in the wilderness one day after I'd gotten into one hell of a fight. She took me in, patched me up, after that we started talking. And after quite a few years, we just had a 'thing'. And after that we got married and after that the family heheh..."

Death thought a moment and asked him, "Do you really think, I'd make a decent man for anyone? Or that perhaps I'd be a decent Father? Be honest with me."

"I have only one answer, yer siblings. You managed to protect Strife from yer asshole of an older brother. War, you fed like him a dragon and yet made sure he had manners. Fury? Well a debate is up on that one. But she's at least decent and she shows great promise....later. Besides, you love em and you have faith in em. And despite what you say, you care about em no matter what. You say you won't be a great Father, they prove that to be incorrect. As for the great husband part, and being a great man for someone. You gotta have faith in yerself and remember one thing, she's always right. And she never did anything wrong. Trust me, keep that in your head, and she'll be happy. Happy wife happy life, and I am a good example of that philosophy."

Death chuckled again, "Thanks for the...advice. 'Grandpa'."

"No problem, old fart. Now go take a bath, and get whatever you got on you OFF. I can smell it now, and OOOH BOY it is NOT pleasant. Did you cut your hair, and now cemented that way?"

"Hush up, I've got it covered." Death tells him.

"I'll time ya, see how long it takes ya."

"You're an asshole." Death responds before getting to work.

Bardak did as he said, and timed Death on it. And chuckled at each swear Death uttered or eventually started yelling out.

"Good old grumpy Death."

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU!"

"Good! Cause you've been at it for about an hour now. Damn son, how long has it been?"

Death begins to see blackness behind him in the water, "Uuuuhhhh....I don't know.", he then smells what was just in his hair.

He immediately recoils, about to throw up. It smells like rotten corpses that took a bath in blood and fish guts, whilst using durian and raw sewage to clean themselves.

"Why couldn't I smell this before.....hurp....no wonder I was ok with eating durian....uurrgh....huuk....oh it's so bad.....gak....blarg...."

Bardak then smells it, "Ooop....ok I'm gone. Have fun with that, oh my gosh....Creator bless that man's hair."

As Death continued washing himself and getting more frustrated, Morgen made her way over in a towel. Course right as she removes it in the room she notices Death and the blackness surrounding him, "Uhm...you want to explain that to me?"

Death froze, "Ah.", then upon turning around he quickly jumps backwards slightly, "Gah wha?! Ok then......next time knock. May I ask by chance, why are you naked? Here at this moment, in front of me?"

He then turns around as Morgen quickly covers herself, "I'll leave now if you wish. But it seems you're having trouble over there. Perhaps you'd like some help? Besides someone has to drain this all out."

Death sighed, "Right......you can aid me, if you wish. Just be careful where you lay your hands."

"Of course. Just give me a moment to drain this mess here, it stinks to high hell, truly." Morgen tells him before using her magic to get the water into a current. One that moves the dirty water towards the drains faster. Eventually it's taken care of and Morgen hops in. Making her way up to Death. As promised she's careful, and for now just focuses on his hair. Course she pulls it back a bit and realizes just how bad it is.

"Oh merciful Creator."

"What is it this time?" Death asks nervously.

"Is this....a piece of entrails in here?" Morgen inquires before pulling at it and realizing it was indeed a piece of rotted guts from something, "Oh Creator! Ah!"

Death turns around to see Morgen shaking her hand to get it off and gently grabs her wrist. He then tenderly removes the entrail bit before inspecting it, "That's dragon guts, yeah...that should've been taken care of a few months. Sorry about that. That's probably very disgusting and disturbing for a female Unseelie to see."

Bardak then comes on back to check on Death, and sees the entrail bit in his hand, "Awwww, you've got her heart."

"Seriously? This was in my hair!"

"So that's the uh left ventricle of a dragon heart. How the hell did ya get THAT in yer hair? Did ya jump inside of it yeesh!" Bardak accidentally yells out.

"Shush ssssshshhhhh stop stop." Death quickly tells him, not wanting anymore attention.

Morgen meanwhile decides trying to put a comb through his hair and asks him, "Death, do you have a comb by chance?"

"What exactly is a comb?"

"Oh my....ok. One moment. Bardak, might you shut the door please?" Morgen requests.

"Alright. Wait a minute you want me in here by chance? Also why was the door open anyway?"

"Oh no, you can go. Also to answer the second question, I don't know." Morgen responds.

"Ok then." Bardak says shrugging and closing the door.

Morgen then gets out of the water to search around the room for a comb. Finally she finds an entire box of them, "Ah here they are, these are combs."

"That's a brush."

"A comb is a type of brush." Morgen insists.

"Then it is indeed a brush." Death responds sarcastically.

"Do you even brush your hair?"

"No, I don't see the point behind it." Death simply states.

"Ok, we are SO changing that. Give me a moment whilst I comb through this 'bloody mess'."

Death groaned, "Leave the puns to Bardak, at least he has an excuse."

"Right. Now hold still, wouldn't want to pull your hair by accident. Who knows how tangled it truly is." Morgen tells him.

He does so as she begins combing through his hair. Using magnemancy to pull a bucket from nearby and scraping anything on the comb into it. Death took note of the magnemancy and wondered what else she could do with it. He soon began to feel his hair slowly becoming longer, not to mention smoother. Normally it was coarse to the touch, but as Morgen worked with it, it seemed to become as soft as her own hair. From what he remembered of it at least. Finally Morgen sighed as her work was complete.

"There, fully combed through and ready for a proper cleaning."

"Huh.", Death begins before looking around them at the water. Surprisingly he sees nothing.

"It's all in this bucket here, if you really want to see the mess I cleaned out. Also you still have that dragon vein thingy on your hand by the way."

Death quickly smacked his hand onto the bucket's rim and got the thing off him finally. Next he cleaned his hand off whilst replying, "So anything else we need to do here? Unless you want to help me get my back."

"Ha, only if you return that favor. But I'd say all that's left is to clean your hair out a final time to be sure, as well as the rest of your body." Morgen responds coyly.

"Well let's get to work then." Death states whilst rolling his eyes. He'd NEVER spent this long in a bath before, and it was ANNOYING.

Morgen meanwhile gave him a shampoo to use and told him, "This is a spare I keep on me in my crystal, I have my own to use. And it is unisex in terms of who it's made for."

"Ah I see......well then....thanks?"

"Hmhm...you're welcome."

Morgen and Death then began working on their respective hair. Morgen had just begun combing her own as Death approached her from behind.

"Mind if I help out with your hair at least?"

"Oh not at all, just be gentle. My hair is wavy so likely the tangles may be thicker." Morgen replied blushing a little.

He then gently grabs the comb from her, and begins a rough brushing she isn't used to. Course she winces a few times, causing Death to ask, "Sorry, too rough? I'm not used to this."

"A bit yes. Just go a little slower with it, like I was doing. If there's a snag, that's when you get a true brush for it" Morgen explains gently.

"Ok. I'll to be more gentle this time." Death tells her softly.

He then works slower and notices the results seem better now. Morgen isn't wincing anymore and soon relaxes as the comb gently massages her head. She can't help but enjoy the experience a little. Death also starts getting more of the scent from the shampoo, but also something else. Something more pleasant that he can't help but accept the occasional whiff of it.

"Uh...ok I've got most of your hair. Mind getting my back for me?"

"I'm on it." Morgen tells him as she gently lathers him up.

Death freezes at first but calms down shortly after. From there, he felt just how good Morgen was with her hands. They were soft to touch as always, and he could actually feel a few muscles loosening as well. The scent from before suddenly becomes more noticeable the more relaxed he becomes. Course something else becomes noticeable too, more so than it has before. Death tries to manage his blade, but the scent keeps making that difficult.

Morgen soon finally finishes his back, "There. Are you alright? You've gone quiet."

"Of course, just fine just fine. I need to get my foot right now. I'll do that myself." Death responds before hurrying away.

"I haven't....scared you have I? I know you have 'bad memories' and all." Morgen implores with heavy concern.

"Hmm? Oh no no, I'm fine truly. I promise you needn't worry about me."

"If you say so....." Morgen says softly before working on her own body.

As she does so, Death works to keep himself under control. He finishes cleaning his foot easily enough to sell the story. But sheathing the blade was harder. Breathing heavy and fast as he took his time. Eventually he does cool down enough to trust himself around Morgen again. Just in time too as Morgen had finished the rest of her body, and had trouble getting her back. Death came over and began helping her out.

"Do you need help with that? You got my back I can get yours, you know?"

"Oh yes please, thank you." Morgen responds as he gently places his hands on her.

He's a bit more rough than her, but is still being careful for the most part. Morgen even begins enjoying the semi-massage of sorts in time. Meanwhile Death was trying to maintain control as he started catching whiffs of the scent around Morgen again. He could only assume the scent was Morgen's natural musk. Although he couldn't understand how it hadn't been so noticeable before now. Finally he and Morgen finished up and Death turned around to let Morgen dry herself in privacy. Morgen quickly worked to dry herself off and soon left the room. Giving Death his own privacy, which he preferred.

Admittedly, he was highly nervous. Perhaps, even scared. But not of Morgen, no, rather he was afraid of himself in this moment. He hadn't had to fight himself like this in a very long time. It frightened him, as he thought about what may have happened had he lost control. Even for a moment. Eventually Death finally dried off and left as Morgen had previously. Being spooked still, as he ran into Bardak again.

He decided to take the moment to ask him for advice, urgently, "Bardak, how do you control your werebeast side?"

"First off, I was lucky I got the bear. Which is technically the most 'gentle' of the beasts. Second off, I didn't fight it. I let most of it through, kind of. Again, got lucky. I remember one werewolf friend, he uh was very off-putting at first. But he was kind, for the most part. When it came to the beast, he didn't let it in. And that's where it led to the whole moon cycle, rage filled monster. Wait, why even ask that?"

"Demonic half is being a bitch today. I caught whiff of Morgen's scent. It caused me to lose control almost."

"Welp, I mean you used to control that part of yerself by fighting all the time correct?" Bardak questions.

"I can't exactly fight inside a bath now can I?"

"Nah but you could handle it in other ways. Second, when was the last time you got laid? Last I heard Demons had high libidos." Bardak presses.

"Practically eons ago."

"That's yer second problem. And finally, what kind of hobby do you have outside working? Beyond occasionally visiting friends." Bardak tells him simply.

"I mean I cook but that's about it, I'm always busy."

"Let me get this straight, are you always busy, or making yerself busy?" Bardak asks.

"Shut up." Death told him annoyed.

"Come with me, you need some time to air dry your hair anyways." Bardak tells him.

Meanwhile as Death and Bardak headed outside for their walk, Leatherbeard had brought Arn along to start their job.

"Be glad that he doesn't want me to have too much fun with ya."

"Be glad I'm willing to tolerate your bullshit." Arn retorted.

Leatherbeard elbow swipes his head, "Heheheheh, keep that spirit up and I might teach ya how to fight."

"I've lasted this long without help. I'll last longer without yours.", Arn says rubbing the spot hit.

"Heheh, surviving's one thing, thriving's another. And buddy, creatures like us were designed to thrive. Ok, you take care of the baby and lady. I'll take care of Death. Hahah." Leatherbeard declares proudly.

"Heh. The easier it is for me to go home. Just so you know I'm not bailing you out, you die you get left behind for the crows.", Arn tells him.

"Heheheheh, I'm assuming you've never met the Horseman have ya? I have. Hahah...nearly came this close to biting his head off. And another time, his close friend almost became my bitch. Trust me when I say this, you have no chance against the Horsemen. Especially, their pussy for a boss."

"Lot of talk for someone who would've died in that arena. If you didn't have that equally bitchy healing effect.", Arn remarks.

"La pute, you were using the wrong weapons. You should've used something of either silver, or magic. And even then, it still wouldn't live up to the true cadence. But if you were to grab a few of those kind of items, you better yer shot counts petite merde." Leatherbeard states.

"Silver or not, you should've died from the blood loss alone. I've seen and done it a hundred times over, as much as you say to the contrary, you're not fucking immortal.", Arn retorts.

"You don't know what I am, nor what you are I'm guessing? Ye probably only think that the 'wolf' is all you are. Am I right?" Leatherbeard inquires coyly.

"I don't give a damn what you think. I just know that when you die, I'll look on your corpse and smile.", Arn explains almost gleefully.

Leatherbeard only laughs, then asks one of the men to bring them a non magical weapon. He does so and Leatherbeard then points it at Arn. From there Arn's shoulder erupts with pain as Leatherbeard stabs it, and twists the blade into the wound. Leatherbeard then coldly pulls it out and the wound heals over, not even a scar is left behind.

"That, was to open your eyes. Believe me boy, you're stronger than what most would think. And I'm far stronger than you or any other wereshark. Heheh. Now, we have a job to do, so get to it."

Arn growls in pain for a good few seconds but he just stares at the shark as they walk

'I hope the Horseman makes soup out of him.', He thinks to himself.

He does touch his shoulder as there is still blood present, but at least he won't be too sore to swing his weapon.

Arn then gets a handkerchief from Leatherbeard, "This scent's from the little one I found the other night. She's one of the few that are aiding the fugitives. She's not yer target, but she is close to them so it'll help."

Arn nods before sniffing the handkerchief and hurrying off on the scent's path. Leaving Leatherbeard to his own task. Suddenly he felt a presence calling to him, he did not know it, but felt it guiding him. Cautiously, he chose to trust it. As it was leading him around the scent as far as he could tell. Nergal meanwhile smiled, glad that his plan was working so far. The Wiseman now could only hope that Puck could bring the young man back from the dark path he was on. Nergal then sent a mental link to Puck, to warn him to 'watch over' Arthur discretely.

"The baby.....watch him.....he'll be needing you....."

Puck shuddered, "Ehhhh ok...creepy voices inside my head are giving me orders.", then upon looking at his current bottle, "Maybe I should really stop experimenting."

"Just go over to the child of Uther, he will need you....both of them will."

"Ok then....I must certainly be losing my mind again, oh boy. Wait, what do you mean by both?" Puck inquired confused.

"You'll know in time."

"Great, I'm dealing with a very vague voice to begin with, oi. Fine, I'll go check on the little squirt." Puck explains before going to Arthur's room.

He finds the little tyke hugging his stuffed lion as always, and notices the magic that's on the toy as well.

"Smart lad making such a good toy." Puck whispered before the voice spoke again.

"Hide close."

"Seriously hiding? Ok." Puck states a bit grumpy.

Arn eventually began to notice his surroundings shift and distort. He stopped and raised his cutlass in preparation for any attacks. He notices it starts at one tree in particular that he passed. One side of the distortion was where he was, the side he was now on seemed to be much darker as opposed to the Seelie Realm. A sure sign he'd been brought to the Unseelie Realm, he wasn't sure why though.

In his confusion, Arn heard a voice, "Continue on with your mission. There's someone there that will you want to meet."

Cautiously he continues on, but says to himself, "This better not be a trick. I am in already in the mood to kill someone."

Arn shakes his head before finding himself on the edge of the woods. There he sees the outer walls of the castle and the moat that surrounds it.

'Nothing I can't handle.' Arn thinks to himself before turning into his wolf form, the process of shifting one's body to a new form is a level of pain that's nearly indescribable, but Arn bears it without making too much noise. When he adjusts he uses his senses to take in the smells and sounds before he makes a plan.

He then gets on all fours and rushes the moat. Before reaching the edge he makes a daring leap from the shore, and by some miracle manages to get a grip on one of the looser stones. Arn then begins using his claws to get a better grip as he ascends the wall. Even leaping to spaces he cannot reach normally.

Once at the top he hears a single guard stop at the edge. Arn then grabs his face and slams his head on the stonework, tossing him over the side. Arn then hops onto the parapet and upon seeing another guard, closes the distance and slams him against the wall of the guard post. With one hand covering his mouth, the other digging into his throat. With one violent jerk, Arn rips open the man's neck. Arn puts the sight out of mind as he sniffs the air for the tyke. Finally he finds the scent again, following it through a few corridors and hallways all whilst dodging the patrols. Course as he follows the scent he doesn't realize he's leaving a trail of blood.

Arn soon finds the room but sees that there's two guards at door,

"Shit...if this goes sideways, just grab the kid and go...no hesitation. The sooner this happens the sooner I can go home." Arn whispers to himself before letting out an audible growl.

The guards look down the hallway and one lowers his pole arm. Arn rushes him, dodging the pole arm and slashing his throat with his cutlass. The second guard is a bit more competant as he deflects the follow up blow. They trade blows before the guy disarms Arn and goes to strike him down. Arn however claws the man's leg and gets behind him so he can get him in a hold. One good jerking twist is all it takes to snap his neck. Arn then grabs the guard's pole axe, snapping it in half so that he now has a hand axe. Arn then opens the door checking if anyone is inside, satisfied he walks over to the crib and sees the little tyke is still asleep.

'Heavy sleeper this one.' Arn thinks to himself before he attempts to grab the kiddo, it's only then that he realizes he's not alone.

He lowly growls before scanning the room and sensing a familiar presence.

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Chapter 85 - Come Together

“Tension continues to rise after the sudden terrorist attack that occurred not long ago in Spokane, Washington. Multiple explosions were set off south of the Holy Cross Cemetery. Fortunately, emergency officials were quick on the scene, but not everybody could be saved. Two reported deaths and over a dozen injured.”

A small girl, though only in height, was sitting alone at a table within a fast-food joint, swiping her finger down across the screen of her phone. In front of her was an empty plate and a half-empty glass of pop. She browsed through various news articles, some with video as was the report on Spokane. Her usual sites were bookmarked and she tapped through them.

Conspiracy nuts online were already mumbling about the attack. She knew that, as much as the government wishes they could, it's impossible to hide everything. People spoke of weird memories of monsters. People flying. All sorts of things that anyone would dismiss, but Poppet wasn't buying the cover story.

Her temper grew to a boil as she stared intensely at her plate. Finally, she yelled, “You call this a meal? That was an insult to my refined taste!”

A few people glanced in her direction, but was ultimately ignored, and dismissed—rightfully so—as crazy. She was red in the face, perhaps by rage or embarrassment. Poppet surrendered and drooped back in her stall as her eyes began to grow warm. Tears started forming and her breath shook. She then slapped her forehead down on the tabletop which rattled the dishes.

“Alchia,” she muttered. “What happened to our dreams? This isn't a dream.. It's a nightmare.”

Her watery gaze turned up. She wiped dry her face as she squinted to the front counter, spotting a familiar body. Dressed casually, and with a burger in-hand, was Eldrian walking towards the exit. He must have spotted her as well, because he stopped, and did the same inspecting look she did towards him.

He couldn't help himself, and he made his way over to her table.

“What are you doing here?” she mumbled under her breath.

Eldrian looked to the food in his hand and then back to her. “I just got back from something that really worked up my appetite, so I decided to stop here.”

“You're—Bruises and blood. It's all hidden.”

He looked back and forth and then sat himself down opposite of her. “Your magic eyes are sharp,” he whispered. Then he spotted the phone laying flat on the table. “Reading about Spokane?”

She nodded.

“You're right to.”

Looking a bit more interested, she sat up straight and lifted up her phone. “What do you mean?”

“The monsters were huge.”

“Are you just bullying me?”

“No bully. I don't bully. I swear that I'm telling the truth. In fact, I was just about to head out to find my friends. Kevin. I have no idea where he was taken.”

“Have you uhm... seen Alchia at all?”

“Afraid not.” He stuffed the rest of the burger into his mouth.

“Well, why are you even talking to me? Go find your friend, or whatever.”

By coincidence, Eldrian's phone rang just then. Immediately he picked it up, as the number was one he knew well. “Kevin?” he asked the moment he answered.

His friend was far away, on a different world entirely in fact. Behind him were the three devils that saved his life, in a room with a table covered in paperwork. “Did you escape?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah.”

“What do you mean, yeah? You can't say that so casually!”

“Well, it just happened, and not without a lot pain and action. Wait a minute. Did you escape?”

“Oh. Right. I was saved by Lucy and her sisters. Turns out her fourth sister is behind the whole attack, and they're trying to figure out where to find her. They got some information from the ones holding be captive. Where are you?”

“On my way. Keep on the line.”

Eldrian stood up, but he paused for a moment before turning back to Poppet. “Sorry to bounce like this. Hang in there, all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said with a dismissing hand.

She watched him depart. Once again, she was alone. Just like always. At least, without her sister around anymore. Her eyes stared at her glass for an incredibly long time. So long, in fact, that an employee approached her.

“Excuse me, little girl. You've been here for quite some time, and—“

“Little girl?” Poppet snapped back. “You know what? I was just leaving anyway!”

She stood up with an aggressive poise, and started marching out through the door. Slowly she strolled down the street. Finally, after several minutes, she noticed the slip of paper in her side pocket. When she removed it, she didn't know how to feel.

It read, “Here's my number. Call if you ever need help. PS, I guess your magic eyes aren't keen enough.”

***

Sitting quietly away in Teulon, Manitoba, was an illustrious manor. It was owned by a middle-aged bachelor by the name of Peter Doblin. He mostly kept to himself, though not like a recluse. It was already a small city, and nobody paid much mind to a simple man living alone. They thought he was a simple man, of course, but some people are entirely different in the safety of their own home.

“Welcome~!”

The man's voice carried strong across the foyer—the entrance of his humble abode. Modest he was not. Peter spoke with pride and beauty. Not only that, but he was clearly no man. With his disguise lifted, he has long black hair, crimson flesh, long pointed ears, sharp canines, and strange green eyes. Each of his fingers ended with a sharp nail, but they were finely kept, as was his articulately fashioned wardrobe.

In contrast, those he was speaking to looked the opposite. They were unkempt and poor. Beside them though was the lovely but dangerous Anzu now with her hood pulled down.

“Must you do this every time somebody new arrives?” she asked.

“Of course. It's a host's duty to greet his guests with a warm and stunning embrace!”

One of the men shivered. “He isn't going to hug us, right? Whatever he is?”

“What he is, is a demon,” Anzu lectured. “And it goes without saying that everything here, stays here. As long as you keep your mouths shut, you'll find refuge within these halls. We're family now. Correct? Though, even family can have issues with trust. We will need to speak with each of you more closely.”

Peter nodded. “And you may call me Lord Doko. My lovely Anzu and I welcome you.”

She paid him no glance as she started to walk by. “Tone it down, Doko. I'm the one who didn't let slip where you are to the others. Where you've been hiding. So just don't forget who's in charge here.” Then she turned to face the new arrivals.

“You aren't the only ones here,” she explained. “The only humans, I mean. There are others, and we will have here a family that's unbreakable. Sagitta Malum.”

One of the men raised his hand. “So, like a gang?”

“Something like that.

“And what if we're not interested?”

She turned her nose up, and smiled wide. “Like I sad, I want you to keep your mouths shut. If you're not dedicated to the family, then something will be done. The choice is still yours.”

Creaking open behind them came a figure from the door. It moved with a hunch, and its black robes did little to hide the unnaturally thin figure beneath. Despite the head behind mostly a skull, a voice still emerged. “Greetings,” Skello whispered.

“Great timing,” Anzu said. “Can you speak to them about trust?”

“Ah.” Skello nodded and walked towards the closest, and most vocal of the arrivals. He looked him up and down. He saw on the man's face, a look of horror and discomfort in his presence. “Listen to me. Are you listening?”

The man nodded quickly.

“There's a number of things I'm good at. One of them is enchanting the doors to creak when they're opened.”

Lord Doko's eyes flinched. “Blast it. So that's why that's been happening.”

“For another, I'll show you. Line up. One by one, you'll join us to never speak of us again. Either way, this lady here promised me one thing. I have freedom to be as creative as I'd like with the... tattoos. I'd like to think of myself as an artist. Or maybe I was a doctor.”

Now the man was shaking. “This is just too rad, man. You're like, some kind of skeleton monster. The girl over there's hot as hell. And this place is way better than the streets. Sign me up. I'll do whatever it takes if the pay is right.”

From behind Skello came a boisterous laugh. “Pay is not an issue,” Lord Doko explained.

“Then I'll need two kidneys from each of you,” said Skello. A newspaper smacked him in the back of the skull, and he turned to spot Anzu standing there.

“We'll get you kidneys. Stop asking. Now if you'll all excuse me, I have a certain meeting to prepare for.”

She turned heel and departed from the room. When out of sight, she lowered her confident guard to an expression of concern. But along with that was determination. She wasn't entirely certain what to expect from what was ahead, but this was the furthest she had ever gone with her plan. Soon, she would take the next step.

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Gentle Men and Selfless Women - Chapter 2: Return of Old Friends!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

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“Uhm...” Gonta squint at paper before him. Lots of letters, Gonta know that much. He know words, Gonta not that dumb, but these words... these words. Gonta no understand these words. They had lots of... same letters over and over, and strange sounds. Never sound right coming out of Gonta's mouth. Still... Gonta always tried to do best! After all, gentleman never give up. Gentleman always pull through, always become winner. He need to... sound out. Yes, sound out word. “Ehk... squeeze... ite?”

“Close!” Angie remarked. She took the paper back and scribbled something under the word she had written out earlier. “There! Try that!”

“Ehk... squiz... it?”

“Now together! Put it together, Gonta!” Angie excitedly clenched her fists. Gonta on right track, then?

“Ehksquizit.” Gonta said. Angie's eyes light up, and Gonta's also do when he see her happiness. “Exquisite!” He repeat happily.

“Yeeeee! Excellent!” Angie bounced out of her seat, wrapping her arms around Gonta's. Gonta use free arm to rub back of head. Heat come to Gonta's cheeks, but he no mind. Unlike other times... Gonta no mind heat. “Excellent work, Gonta!”

“Ah... thanks Angie.” Gonta say.

“No problem!” She replied, pulling away from Gonta. Angie hop up onto table, hands on waist. “Now, we look at what the word means, and how we can incorporate it into your etiquette training along with the other words and phrases we've learned today, okay?”

“Yes!” Gonta nod. Yes, etiquette important. Not just for gentleman, but also for family. Mom and Dad want etiquette, want polite Gonta. Gonta must be calm and polite for parents!

“Angie,” Another voice suddenly say. Gonta and Angie turn as Kirumi enter dining room from kitchen, pushing cart. On cart, there were lots of good looking foods! Dumplings and soup and fish, oh wow! Gonta's eyes widened at bounty. Very good!

“Yahoo!” Angie wave both arms excitedly. “Hello Kirumi! Gonta is making exquisite progress on his etiquette and vocabulary training!”

“I am very glad to hear that.” Kirumi say, smiling at Gonta. Gonta smiled back. Kirumi look back at Angie, and smile replaced by frown. “But right now, it's time for Master Gokuhara's lunch, and you are making a mess.”

“Aw, phooey.” Angie pouted, and hop off of table. Gonta scramble out of seat, reaching arms out. Angie land in Gonta's arms, and then laugh and pat Gonta on head. “Very well. We shall continue our lessons... after lunch!”

“Indeed.” Kirumi say, reaching onto lower shelf of cart. She pull out cloth, and move towards table. With one hand, Kirumi gathered up papers and writing things with one hand, while quickly wiping down table with other hand. Gonta marvel at her fast movements. Very... efficient! Yes, that a new word as well, one Gonta learn earlier today. But Kirumi very efficient.

“Ah, thanks very much, Kirumi!” Gonta tell her. “You are very good at this!”

“I'm pleased you're enjoying my service.” Kirumi say back, smiling. “Though you must think nothing of it. This is just a maid's typical work.” Before Gonta can respond, he find a bowl of miso soup in front of him, plus glass of water and small plate of edamame. “Appetizer.” She comment, quickly moving back to cart.

“Oh Kiruuuuumiiii~” Angie chime in, flopping into seat next to Gonta. “What about my food?”

“...I shall get to you in a moment.” Kirumi say. “I must make sure Master Gokuhara is satisfied and accounted for before I move on.”

“Ah, Gonta is good!” Gonta say. “Um... you can help Angie now! Oh, and Kirumi should eat too! We can all eat together!” He cross his arms and shake head. “Dumb Gonta... should have asked Kirumi and Angie to eat earlier days too...” When he look up, however...

“...” For a small moment... Kirumi suddenly looked... sad? She look at... no, she look through Gonta. Gonta's eyes widened in surprise. With good eyesight, Gonta see Kirumi's eyes... get misty, but still sharp. Very sharp. Something about her stop for just a second. Then she blink, and she not looking past Gonta anymore. But smile on her face now.

“Um... is Kirumi okay?” Gonta asked. He start to reach for Kirumi, but stop.

“Hmm?” Kirumi look at him through corner of her eyes as she put another bowl of soup in front of Angie, who cheer happily.

“Gonta...” Gonta frown. “Gonta no know how to ask but... Kirumi look sad. For only second, but Gonta still see it.”

“Ah...” Kirumi glanced back at her food cart, then sit down next to Gonta, retrieving bowl for herself. She gently stir soup before she chuckle. “You're very observant, Gonta. It's nothing much, just... just that you reminded me a little of somebody I served before.” Kirumi look up at Gonta with a smile. “You know, you're only the second person to ask me to eat with you.”

“What?!” Gonta gasp. “Nobody want to eat with Kirumi?!” He smack forehead. “Shoot! Gonta really should have asked friends to eat with him! No good friend if he letting other friends be hungry while he eat!” Gonta put hand on Kirumi's shoulder. She looked at it, then at Gonta. “From now on, Gonta have request for Kirumi: always make food for three! Then, Gonta, Kirumi, and Angie always eat food together! No more lonely meals!”

“Yes, I agree, I agree!” Angie finally speak up. She already finish soup. Gonta no even start his. “We're all friends here! We should eat together.”

“...hmm hmm.” Kirumi cracked a smile, humming to herself. “Very well. It would be silly to refuse such a harmless request. Plus, I would enjoy eating with you, Gonta.” She nodded, making Gonta's smile grow super large! To side, Angie chime in with quiet 'what about me?'.

“Yes! Very good!” Gonta cheer, removing hand from Kirumi's shoulder. “Now, we eat lunch!” Gonta just about to start digging in when he hear somebody call out.

“GONTA!” He hear yelling from front of house. Familiar voice, but just barely. Still... voice very loud, much louder than Mom or Dad ever reach. “GONTA, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” It been long time since Gonta hear that voice, but he know that voice anywhere.

Gonta jump up from table, surprising Angie and Kirumi, nearly knocking over chair. Gonta barely even notice them looking at him funny as he cup hands around mouth and yell back.

“Kaito?! Kaitoooo!!!”

Kirumi could only watch, mystified, as Gonta screamed somebody's name and charged out of the dining room. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and she turned to look at Angie, who seemed just as startled as she was. In their week there, Kirumi had never seen Gonta act so... energetically, aside from maybe their very first interaction. He seemed to be a normally very down-to-earth person, so this kind of outburst was... surprising to say the least.

“GONTAAAAA!” “Kaitooooo!” The two voices yelling out ricocheted through the halls, pinging into the dining room. Now that the door was open, Kirumi could tell that this 'Kaito' was far from the dining room. And yet his voice carried so easily.

“...what about lunch?” Angie asked, looking confused.

“I suppose we shall have to temporarily postpone our lunch.” Kirumi remarked, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. “Though this seems to be an interesting situation.”

“Nya haha, you're so right, Kirumi!” Angie leaped from her seat, cheering. “Yes, this is very interesting indeed! Atua's interest is piqued as well... Let's go!” And with that, Angie was out of the room as well, her footsteps fading down the hall.

“...” Kirumi shot a small glance over towards the food cart and the food still on the table. Reheating food was never optimal, she always tried to prepare just enough, but she supposed that special events lead to special circumstances. With a sigh, she shook her head and walked out of the dining room.

It wasn't hard to follow the sounds of cheering and excited laughter all the way down to the foyer. Kirumi emerged into the front hall to find three people standing there, all three of them seeming to feed off of each others' excitement. Goodness.

Two of the figures were Gonta and Angie, who both had similar expressions of excitement. Gonta himself also looked extremely surprised, but in a positive way. The final figure was the one that caught Kirumi's eye. He was tall, though at a much more... reasonable height than Gonta, with a toned build and purple hair (alongside a rather... 'charming' goatee). He seemed to be dressed up somewhat, though much less so than Gonta's normal attire, with a simple black t-shirt underneath a messily buttoned white shirt and a jacket with a rather interesting space pattern printed on the inside. He had dress pants and shoes on, and Kirumi could see a tie poking out of one of his pockets.

“Gonta, fuck's sake, man!” The new figure said, driving a fist into Gonta's arm. “You have no idea how hard it was to convince the folks to let me finally fucking see you!”

“Gonta miss you!” Gonta bellowed, suddenly stooping down to wrap his arms around the figure's torso and pulling him into what Kirumi could only imagine was a rib-crushing bear hug. “Gonta... Gonta thought you never gonna... never gonna come by again!” It was then that Kirumi could see the tear drops rolling down Gonta's cheeks.

“Ghk!” The figure let out a strained grunt, using one of his trapped hands to loosely whack at Gonta's arm. “D-Dude... can... t... brea... the...”

“Ah!” Gonta dropped him, rubbing his cheek with one hand and using the other to steady the figure. “Sorry... Gonta forget...”

“Don't worry, dude... I know you've always been worried, and I get why, but I'm strong, dammit.” The figure took a moment to catch his breath, leaning against Gonta. As he did so, he caught Kirumi's curious gaze. His brow went up, and he straightened his posture and marched over. “Yo!” Suddenly, a hand was outstretched, and Kirumi looked down at it. The figure wiggled it a bit, indicating that he wanted her to grab it.

“Ah, hello there.” Kirumi reached out, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. “I assume you know Gonta?”

“Hah, yeah!” He said, letting his hand fall down to his side. “Me and him go waaaay back. Oh, name's Kaito. Kaito Momota.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Kirumi replied. “Kirumi Tojo.”

“...” Kaito gave her a look, one that Kirumi could see was wary, even with the smile on his face. “So you and Angie are here to help Gonta out, huh?” She could hear the dissatisfaction in his tone. At least he wore his heart on his sleeve. “Must be fun, the guy's a riot.”

“Yes, I do enjoy serving Master Gokuhara.” Kirumi said, face flat. “He's quite the pleasant young man.” At her words, Kirumi saw Gonta straighten his back and puff out his chest, clearly pleased.

“Glad to hear that, seems like he likes you too.” Kaito grinned at her, though it wasn't warm, and turned back to Gonta. Compassion seemed to enter to his posture and tone when he addressed Gonta. “Jesus, Gonta, you have no idea how hard it was to get the folks to lemme come over.”

“Ah, you must have been worried about Gonta!” Gonta said, reaching out to Kaito. Kaito reached out, grabbing Gonta's hand and playfully pulling on his arm. Gonta didn't budge, being the mountain that he was, though the action still drew a laugh as he pulled his arm back.

“Damn straight I was.” Kaito said, planting his hands on his hips and laughing. “You know your shiii... er...” He trailed off, moving his fist up to cover up his mouth and clear his throat. Gonta cocked his head, and Kaito continued a moment later. “Your parents really don't like me, y'know. 'S why it's so hard to hang out.”

“Yeah...” Gonta visibly wilted. “Gonta try to tell Mom and Dad that Kaito good friend, but... they no like you anyway.”

“Don't worry about it, man.” Kaito shook his head. “Not your fault. I know you try your best and shit.”

“Yes, Gonta is always trying his best!” Angie chimed in. Kaito glanced at her.

“Hey uh... Gonta. I know you like these guys, but... can we talk in private? Just for a sec?”

“Oh. Uh...” Gonta glanced back at Kirumi, his eyes flicking over to Angie a moment later.

“Aw, but Atua wa-” Angie began.

“Of course.” Kirumi cut in. “If my master decides that he needs some privacy, it is a maid's duty to follow that desire. Come now, Angie, we need to make sure the dining room is ready when Master Gokuhara is done.” Gonta looked upset at her words, while Kaito simply frowned.

“Awwwww...” Angie let out an extended whine, “but I'm not even a maid like you...”

“Privacy is still something people can request.” Kirumi said as she laid a hand on Angie's shoulder. As she started guiding her toward the dining room, Kirumi spoke up without looking back at the two boys. “We shall be in the dining room when you are finished, Master Gokuhara.”

“Ah... okay.” Gonta replied.

“...jeez. What a pair.” Kaito say once Kirumi and Angie leave. Gonta rub back of head. What's going on?

“Um, Kaito...” Gonta begin, looking at feet. Socks on this time, but Gonta still like barefoot better. “Why you want to talk to Gonta alone?”

“...” Kaito rubbed the back of head, eyes closed. He sighed, putting hand on hip before shaking head. “Cause I'm worried about you, dude.”

“Huh? Worried about Gonta?” Gonta cock head. “Why Kaito worried?”

“Because, man.” Kaito sigh again. “I know I'm like... never around for you and stuff, which isn't something a friend should do, but I still worry. Every time I come over, you've got a different set of maids and butlers and teachers all trying to 'help you out', as your parents say.” Gonta look sad at that. It true, he always have somebody else when Kaito come over.

“Yes,” Gonta agreed. “Different people all the time. All nice.”

“I dunno about that, bud.” Kaito say. “You're always so broken up when they're gone, and they always leave for a reason that I just don't think is true. Because... well, it's just that... man, I just...” Kaito grumble, rubbing back of head. He look… like he don’t wanna say what he gonna say. Still, Kaito grunt and clench jaw. “I don't think you need 'help' or anything.”

“You?...” Gonta begin, but trail off.

“Yeah,” Kaito nod. “Your parents like to talk about you needing help and shit, but... I dunno man, I don't see it. You're perfectly fine to me. It feels like they're trying to make you into something you're not with all this... stuff, and... dude, you just wouldn't be the same if they changed you.”

“Kaito.” Gonta say, putting hand on Kaito's shoulder. “Please no worry about Gonta.” Kaito glance up at him. “Gonta know that parents love him very much. Would never try and make Gonta different person, because Gonta's parents nice! Nice people love family and friends just the way they are! Gonta's parents love Gonta no matter what. They just want Gonta to be the best he can. Just like Kaito!” Gonta grin. “Kaito is real friend, always make Gonta feel like he is best Gonta that Gonta can be. So no worry, Gonta is okay!”

“...hah.” Kaito smiled real wide. “You sure know how to cheer a guy up. That's what I love about ya, man!” He playfully whack Gonta in arm, and Gonta laugh. Suddenly, Kaito's face get brighter. “Oh shit, I totally forgot to tell you why I'm actually here!”

“Huh?” Gonta ask.

“Yeah, man.” Kaito's smile grow larger, ear to ear. “Himiko is comin' home tomorrow!”

“What?!” Gonta start bouncing on balls of his feet. “Himiko finally coming back?!”

“Yeah!” Kaito look as excited as Gonta feel. “That stupid trip her family went on finally finished up the other day, and she let me know that she should be at the airport tomorrow! We need to go see her!”

“Yes!” Gonta agree, “Been long time since Gonta see Himiko!”

“Damn straight!” Kaito laughed. Suddenly, rumble fill air, and laughter stop. Gonta look at Kaito, and Kaito look back. “Hey, uh... your maid has lunch ready, right?”

“Gonta think so.” Gonta say. “But... she normally make enough for Gonta only. Maybe Gonta can ask for food for you, if you want.”

“That would be sweet.” Kaito respond, throwing arm around Gonta's broad shoulders.

Kirumi sighed as she reached over, soapy water dribbling down her arm. Before her, the sink ran, steam from the hot water rising into the air slowly. The air smelled faintly of artificial green apple, and over the sound of running water, she could faintly hear Gonta and Angie chattering about something or other in the adjacent dining room. This was a familiar scene for Kirumi, and one she did not mind in the slightest. There was a certain... tranquility that came with washing the dishes, and it was something that she enjoyed getting lost in for a little while while her Master or Mistress wound down from a meal well prepared. Plus, dish washing didn't come with the trouble cooking did, in that she didn't have to find work-arounds for any pesky konjac that popped up in her recepies.

Still... Kirumi was just slightly annoyed at the presence of an unforeseen amount of dirty dishes. While she would never tell her Master who to associate with, that Kaito was just a little too... headstrong for Kirumi's tastes. Also, while it wasn't a problem to cook an extra set of food for him, she had no idea what he even liked, forcing her to prepare something horribly generic. Plus, now she'd have to drag Angie along for another shopping trip much sooner than she had anticipated, and have to listen to her coworker prattle on about Atua not wanting to be there. Oh well. As long as Master Gokuhara was pleased, her job was being done right.

Over the sound of running water, Kirumi heard the kitchen door click open. Though her hands kept moving, continuing to scrub off a pesky bit of dried sauce, she glanced over her shoulder. Surprise ran through her at the sight of Kaito Momota himself, hand on the back of his head. He slowly made his way over to stand beside her at the sink, though he kept enough distance so as to not impede her work.

“Hey,” he greeted, looking down at the suds filled sink. Kirumi noted that his voice was just the right volume to be heard over the rushing water.

“Hello.” Kirumi replied, turning back to the dishes. “Apologies, but I'm not prepping anymore food at the moment.”

“Nah, don't worry about that.” Kaito said, glancing down at the floor. He sighed, then looked up at Kirumi. She met his gaze out of the corner of her eyes. “Hey uh... I just came here to thank you for lunch. One of the better ones I've had. Like, rich parents like to spoil their kids with good cooking, I know it first hand but… well, your shit’s real good.”

“Thank you.” Kirumi said. “If you intend to make your visits more regular, however, I am going to request that you provide me a few lists of your favorite dishes and ingredients; one for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks respectively, so that I may properly prep your preferred meals.”

That seemed to catch Kaito off guard. He looked down at her, eyes widened slightly, before he shook his head. “Jeez, I understand why Gonta likes you.” Kaito glanced away, then sighed again.

“I appreciate the sentiment.” Kirumi said. “However, I am currently busy, and won't be able to fulfill any of your requests until I finish up here.”

The kitchen settled into silence for a few seconds, aside from the sound of the sink, and the occasional clink of colliding dinnerware. Still, Kaito remained standing there, forcing Kirumi to attempt to tune his presence out. Luckily for her, he decided to remain quiet, and she soon got lost back in the sounds and gentle smells of washing the dishes.

When she attempted to put a plate in the drying rack, however, it was taken from her. Kirumi's brow quirked up, and she saw Kaito holding the plate, slowly rubbing it with one of the towels she had placed nearby for later use. He dried it off (though Kirumi noted his technique was rather sloppy), and placed the plate to the side. He then grabbed another from the drying rack and began drying it as well. Kaito was about three plates in when he noticed she was staring.

“...did you want them somewhere else?” He asked.

“...” Kirumi was struck dumb. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure. She cleared her throat before speaking. “No, I... forgive me, you simply caught me by surprise.”

“Hey, can't a guy help with the dishes?” Kaito asked, a smile on his face.

“He can,” Kirumi said, “but that wasn't what surprised me. I was shocked because I was still going off of the assumption that you didn't like me.” This time, it was Kaito's turn to be surprised. Kirumi watched him go ramrod straight, his grip on the towel and plate tightening. He put down both with a grunt, turning away for a moment in what Kirumi interpreted was shame of some sort.

“Look,” Kaito began, turning to face her. Kirumi, out of respect, turned her head so that they had eye contact. Kaito sighed. “I... also came in here because I wanted to apologize to you.” Kirumi cocked her brow, and Kaito continued. “I was shitty when I arrived here. I shouldn't be treating people I barely know like that. I'm trying to do my best for Gonta, cause I’m worried about him, but being an ass isn't helping anyone.” He put a hand on his hip and sighed. “So... I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Hope we can get off on a better foot.”

Kaito held out a hand for her to shake. Kirumi's eyes flicked down to his hand, then back up to his face. She didn't stop washing the dishes. After a moment, he cocked his brow in confusion, glancing down at his hand. He then looked back up at Kirumi, and the two stared at each other for a second. Kirumi then flicked her eyes towards the sink, and Kaito followed. Then his eyes lit up, and he laughed.

“Whoops! Haha, my bad.” He rolled up his sleeves. “Lemme just...” Kaito pretended to shake hands with something, and Kirumi couldn't help but crack a grin. He noticed her smile and grinned back. “There. Now, let me help you out with these dishes, as a better apology and shit.”

“Ah,” Kirumi said just as Kaito reached for another clean plate. “While you are forgiven, and I hate to devalue hard work... could you wash your hands first?” She motioned towards a secondary sink with her head. “And could you hand me the dishes you've already dried? I...need to wash them again.”

“Psh.” Kaito snorted. “Shoulda considered that. Ah well.” He grabbed his dried dishes and put them in the sink Kirumi was using before making his way over to wash his hands.

“...” Kirumi watched him for a second before turning back to the sink. She supposed Kaito wasn't as bad as she had believed. There was potential in him, after all.

Gonta find Kaito and Kirumi exiting kitchen just as he come back to dining room. Gonta smile real wide. He so excited!

“Kaito!” Gonta say, “Gonta been looking all over for you! Gonta has great news!”

“Well shit, bud. Spill those beans.” Kaito grinned.

“Gonta find parents while you missing, and he beg and beg, and they let him go see Himiko with you tomorrow!” Gonta excitedly grab Kaito's shoulders, lifting without thinking.

“Woah, really?!” Kaito look very surprised. “How the hell'd you swing that?!”

“Gonta beg real good, they say yes! Oh, but under condition... they said Gonta need... chaperone.” Gonta say. “But... Gonta no know where to get one of those. Gonta not even know what that is...”

“Ah, shit...” Kaito frowned, eyebrows pushing together.

“I believe I can remedy this problem.” Kirumi say suddenly, hands held in front of her. Gonta and Kaito look at her. “I can serve as your chaperone. Your parents trust me enough, and I believe a trip would do well to reinforce your studies. After all, knowledge is easily reinforced through practical use.”

“Oh! Thank you Kirumi!” Gonta drop Kaito, moving over to her. He smile and put hand to chest. “Gonta solemnly thank you, as gentleman would.”

“You're most certainly welcome.” She say back, smiling. “However... we need to adjust your itinerary for tomorrow, considering this is a bit of an out of nowhere scenario. Come with me please, Master Gokuhara. Oh, and you too, Kaito. You should help as well, considering you're the one that brought this information, and should know the times best.”

“Uh... yeah, sure.” Kaito shrug, following Kirumi out of the room.

Gonta stay behind for a moment, looking up at ceiling. Yes... this good! Things going very well for Gonta right now. Optimism... is important. Yes, Gonta just have to look to future, keep working hard and making friends. With confidence back in chest, Gonta follow after Kaito and Kirumi.

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