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deathfavor · 11 months

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@yeonban said: With Seiroku's answers of before and today in tow, Soma seems to nearly vanish from the band. Or better said, he seems to be in so many different places that no one is quite sure where exactly he is at any given moment - almost everyone can attest to having seen him during the day (a rare feat outside of the yearly bushi festival, and even then he sometimes didn't attend it) but none did so for more than a few minutes at a time before completely losing sight of him and hearing, hours later, that he was sighted on the other side of the band. The places he's been sighted at vary not unlike the sky and the land, from the hustle and bustle of the band's inner city to several scenic spots he hasn't visited in years, and not even meeting Seiroku on his way to work has managed to hold Soma in place for longer than a minute or two, only really enough for a brief conversation and a kiss away from prying eyes. His nobles had tried and failed to keep track of him & bring him back to deal with the assigned paperwork (none of which is urgent, that much he's thoroughly checked beforehand), whereas his closest vassals had promptly recognized the signs of what their captain is attempting to do and sympathetically chose to keep the peskier of the bunch occupied as to allow Soma enough free time to accomplish what he's decided to.

The red soul seems to have taken the time out of his schedule to talk to only a certain few men, but upon further questioning no one has managed to pry out the topics they had talked about, merely that the subject seems to have brought a fond smile on Soma's conversation partners' faces. The reason behind their captain's odd stroll remains a mystery thus, and enough of one for the citizens to inquire around - before the incident is ultimately dropped come nightfall alongside Soma's presence in the city. No one has seen him in the past two hours (or at least no one's mentioned it to the others) yet Soma makes a point to find Seiroku on the doctor's way home from work, appearing more leisure in comparison to his hurried self from earlier in the day. ❛ Seiroku, do you have a moment? ❜ The question allows for a negative answer, but despite that, he appears to be, underneath the crafted composure, rather restless.

Unbeknownst to the majority, the castle has been flying towards a specific destination since early morning, having just now reached it. A hand grabs hold of Seiroku's wrist when he receives an affirmative answer, and once they're out of the city Soma's hand dives lower, taking proper hold of Seiroku's for the rest of the walk. Only when they arrive in front of the band's outer walls does Soma let go of the other's hand and securely wraps his arm around his waist instead, opting to use his kitetsuto to fly to the band's highest point before carefully letting go of Seiroku once he finds a safe spot for them to land on. In front of them lies the most wondrous sight of Miyagi: the 260 islands of Matsushima, brightly illuminated by the moon and beautifully complimented by the sea surrounding them as far as the eye could see. Even outside of the natural beauty, Seiroku had a penchant for water, didn't he?

Soma allows Seiroku to take in the sight for however long he pleases, focusing his attention on him rather than on the wonder of nature all the while. ❛ Seiroku. ❜ He eventually starts, when it looks like the doctor has taken in everything there is to notice about the destination Soma's rushed his retainers to head the castle towards not long after hearing Seiroku's replies to his vague queries. ❛ No one else will ever hold my heart the way you do. You've made me happier than I've ever been, and you're the only one I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. ❜ A hand reaches out for Seiroku's again, though Soma only raises it a bit higher and offers it a light squeeze before his free hand reaches inside his haori and pulls out a golden ring, one painstakingly finished today at the hands of the band's most renowned jewelers and created from the finest gold the Date have found in recent years, specifically for the man in front of him. As can be seen, Soma has thought about this for quite some time now, but only today has that process been finalized (he refused to purchase a third-rate, already existent ring, and so he'd had to wait for the custom one to be made - which had also granted him enough time to reconsider his decision several times, and to always arrive at the same conclusion).

❛ Will you do me the honor of marrying me? ❜ It's a question directly from the heart, and Soma's eyes gaze into Seiroku's while he waits to either place the ring on the other's finger or place it back inside his haori, depending on what answer he'll receive. The before from earlier meant before or after Seiroku's birthday, and the today spoke for itself. Soma openly chooses him over his clan's long-lasting traditions, yet there isn't a single shadow of doubt in the captain's eyes about it. It might not be the preferred course of action from a political standpoint, but that's fine, he can make up for that much through wit and hard work. He doesn't need the possibility of eventually gaining more land by resorting to an arranged marriage, not when the Date already owns plenty of it and he's certain he'll be able to gain more with enough effort. Seiroku is so much more important than any of that, and the red soul can't hope to replicate any of the happiness they've shared with each other with anyone else (nor does he want to try to). His life is bound to be complicated no matter who his spouse is, courtesy of the weighty title he bears and the burdens it brings along with it, so if Soma can have any say in it... he wants Seiroku to be it. To be the one he'll spend the rest of his life with, and who he'll share both his highs and lows with.

Quite frankly, Seiroku’s not confident if what he’s done is good or bad. But what is done is done, his answers have been given and then Soma practically disappears into thin air. Work calls, but even that does not seem to offer an escape. Not when people are chatting about seeing him here or there and that something must be going on, but know one seems to know anything substantial. Seiroku can’t help but listen though, making notes of places he’s heard people mention spotting him in passing but it’s never much. Even he had seen Soma for a brief moment, a sparrow kiss before the captain was off. At the time he had figured something important was going on. Now? Well, surely it must still be important in some way, but he can’t figure out what way. There’s no panic, no talk of an upcoming battle, nothing. Nothing but confusion and curiosity. Even with his notes of locations, it doesn’t add up to anything more than a list.

Seiroku knows when he’s fighting a losing battle, so eventually he decides to abandon any attempt of understanding what was happening and focus himself back on his work. That he understood, and that there was plenty of still even without fights. People got sick or managed to injure themselves (sometimes in very creative ways). So he works with the same professionalism that he always does, entertaining conversation and healing the wounded. At least until his shift comes to an end inevitably. Although the curious chaos from earlier seems to have faded away judging by the calmer tones to the night. “ Soma! “ Seiroku greets warmly when he sees Soma approaching him. “ I do. “ He confirms. I always do if its you.

Yet there’s something, something that makes him feel a tiny trace of apprehension in a way he hasn’t felt for so long. He knows how to hide that, to simply offer a quizzical glance but allows himself to be led by the wrist with ease. He follows curiously, unable to help trying to note their path if it correlates to earlier information but that was rather swiftly abandoned once again. Instead he enjoys the warmth of Soma’s hand when their hands find each other again. He’s always warm, comforting. It’s rather silly how much he enjoys simply holding Soma’s hand. But he does, he craves the softness it brings. Even when it’s gone in favor of holding his waist when Soma whisks them away to a new location, he enjoys the simplicity of comfort that Soma’s presence is. That’s his focus until he’s set down and looks around, unable to help the sharp inhale. “ Soma... This is...This... “ He breathes, blue eyes wide with delight, enough so the words elude him but the intention is clear.

It’s gorgeous. He can’t help himself when his eyes widen and he drinks in the sight, a single step taken forwards as if it’ll help him absorb it all. The world seems to glow in the moon’s silver light, islands like studded gems against the rippling fabric of water. He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten just how stunning the world could be. It wasn’t that he’d ever hated the world. He hadn’t. Some o the things in it, but not the world itself. He still found spots he loved, places he enjoyed, and even when so much of him had died, the affinity for water had never left. But it had been so long since he’d truly been stunned by the beauty of this world. An unconscious smile creeps up to his lips, torn between the diamond studded night sky and silk waves of the ocean. His chest relaxes, suppressed unease forgotten.

“ Mm? “ Seiroku tears his eyes away from the scenery to turn towards Soma with a bright smile, shrouded in the fabric of moonlight around him. He smiles...and then it feels like he’s being stabbed. Soma isn’t about to do what he thinks he is, is he? His throat tightens and all he can manage is to gently squeeze Soma’s hand in turn as he watches. He almost feels sick seeing the gold ring that Soma pulls out, so beautiful and knowing Soma, he knows so efforts have been spared for it. Nothing short of perfection would do. It sits there in Soma’s hand as beautiful as this dream he’s living is.

In another life, he would have been thrilled at all of this. Suddenly everything from the day’s chaos would suddenly make sense and he would feel warm and loved. The warmth in his chest would outshine the sun. Maybe in a kinder future he’d throw his arms around Soma and kiss him between nervous, happy laughter. He’d be overwhelmed with joy. Instead, Seiroku feels sick. Even as his expression looks soft and surprised, betraying nothing of the despair that suddenly stabs him through the chest, he feels sick. Disgustingly, appallingly, sick. He doesn’t deserve this. His legs stand strong but it feels like they want to collapse. He wants to tear himself apart in violent self-loathing. Like self-destruction will atone for what he’s done, like a sacrifice. He wants to bare every ugly secret and lie, every terrible sin, he wants to admit to everything and then show how much he loves Soma even then. How much he cares when he shouldn’t. That even if Soma hates him, he will still love him. He wants to destroy himself and lay every piece at Soma’s feet and let him destroy him if he wants. He wants to tear out the heart he no longer has and let Soma do whatever he wants with it. He deserves nothing but the cruelest actions. If Soma wants to kill him, he’d let him without a fight.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Soma. He feels strangled in a barb-wire noose of his own making. His eyes shift from the ring to Soma’s face. Are you sure? The question rests on his tongue, but he knows even BEFORE he looks up at his love what his answer would be. Soma wasn’t rash, he didn’t charge into things without thinking about them. Much less something as major as marriage when it was hardly the most desirable one to begin with. Of course Soma’s thought about it. Likely for hours, days, maybe weeks. When soft, surprised eyes find Soma’s, the answer is clear. Soma looks so certain of himself, and it kills Seiroku. He can’t say no but it feels monstrously cruel to say yes.

Soma....You’ve really doomed us now. It is a mournful thought of despair that he hears in sobs from his own mind when he chokes on unshared tears and pain. Soma doesn’t know anything. To him this is a sweet, wonderful, if terrifying moment. He thinks that future they both want is possible. He has no idea the self-destructive torture that this is for Seiroku. Soma doesn’t deserve this. Soma deserves something so much better than this doomed tragedy. I’m so sorry. I wish this was a fairytale for you. I wish this wasn’t doomed from the start. I wish I could give you that happiness for real. I wish we could really have that happy ending that you’re dreaming about. I want that. I want that more than you’ll ever understand. Abruptly his vision grows blurry, and he feels a tear form and fall from his lashes. Happy tears are a normal thing, he’s seen them before. But when was the last time Seiroku had actually cried? He can’t recall. Not just the watery eyes Soma had seen, but tears that fell unrestrained. Back when he still had hope. Before he became one of the obsidian eight surely. Hope...Forgiveness with teeth, a sweet poison, something kind in its cruelty. Soma’s given Seiroku hope again, he’s given him dreams and kindness and love, he’s made him human again and now he suffers. And even in the agony? Even in the agony, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not a single thing.

In reality, it’s barely been a few seconds. But it feels like eternity as Seiroku uses his free hand to try to wipe at the tears of love and despair. His tears and speechlessness aren’t something to be alarmed about, it’s NOT uncommon to happen in proposals where emotions were real. Either way they were doomed with either answer. But with the ring...Even when tragedy came, he could still have proof. He could still wear it and keep it close, hidden on a chain over his heart. Whatever his heart was, it was long since Soma’s. He didn’t care about the gold or the details, Soma could have given him the cheapest thing available and Seiroku would treat it as a priceless relic. It wasn’t how it looked, it was what is symbolized. And it wasn’t like they were getting married here and now. It was a promise for a future.

A future that would never come. A future they could never have, nor anyone in this world. Not with the plan in place; not with Seiroku’s long held decision he would not stay after its success.

Seiroku nods, once, and then nods again, firmer as he struggles to find his voice. “ Yes. “ He’s never felt more like a monster. Slaughtering bushi, helping oni? He’d never felt anything. But here? He’s feeding a dream that they can’t have. So there’s a simple promise tucked into this yes. He’ll tell Soma. He’ll tell Soma everything before he has to go. “ Yes, I will. “ He whispers, not trusting his voice to not shatter even as he smiles at Soma.

Just....let them be happy a while longer. The world owed them that, didn’t it? If not him, it owed Soma that. Just a while longer. Please.

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somatheking · 1 year

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Can you list the romantic and/or sexual relationships with other muses and tell us something about about why are you shipping with them and how does this relationship look like? :)

Romantic?? No, no, no. Nothing like that here.

Well... maybe with one person. Though I kind of answered it here and here.

HOWEVER. I'd much rather talk about PLATONIC relationships, especially the one I have with Kuzuryuu.

He's someone I look up to. We disagree on many things, especially when it comes to games and he's all about making them fair while I'm... not. Kuzuryuu has very clearly established moral principles and I feel like I lost mine along the way. I just don't even know anymore what I believe in, if anything.

But Kuzuryuu has stuck to my side through thick and thin. Whenever I feel particularly lost, I come to him for guidance and he offers really good insight. At the end of the day, I think he trusts that I can somehow turn my life around and find peace before... well, before someone wins my game. And I'm extremely grateful for the fact that he hasn't given up on me yet.

OOC: below the cut is a scene I wrote between the two of them that I wanted to share, with Soma coming to him because of an issue and Kuzuryuu gently guiding him. Tagging @diamond-attorney-keiichi

“Hey,” says Soma, as he enters the room and sits on Kuzuryuu’s bed. Kuzuryuu, sitting on the chair by his desk with an open book between his hands, first peers at him above his glasses and then closes the book, setting it on the table and turning his chair to look at Soma. He doesn't look annoyed by his presence there, then again, he never does, so he can't tell if he's simply become used to it by now or he just doesn't mind interruptions.

“Hello,” he greets. “No patients today?”

“I already finished for the day. What are you reading?”

“Crime and Punishment,” he replies, and Soma scoffs. He’s reread that at least three times since they’d met each other, and it was by no means a short novel. He's never quite understood his obsession with it, though.

“You’re always reading that. Kinda makes me consider picking it up. Would I like it?”

Kuzuryuu’s lips curve into a slight smile, amused. “No. You’d probably think Raskolnikov is ‘a whiny bitch’, in your words.”

“You think? Why?”

“Raskolnikov believes that extraordinary people are above the moral law and kills an old woman to prove he is one of them, though he ends ups killing her sister too. Then he spends the rest of the novel feeling guilty about it to the point of falling victim to illness and delirium, and ends up turning himself in.”

“Yeah, a whiny bitch. Who would I like, then?”

“Based on what you’ve told me about your experience as a medical student, I’d say you’d enjoy Kafka. He wrote a book where Poseidon, the greek god of the seas, is so busy with paperwork every day that he has never once seen his own domains, and finds this perfectly normal. And his most famous book, Metamorphosis, is about a boy who wakes up transformed in a cockroach, and-“

“I know Metamorphosis,” he interrupts brusquely, but Kuzuryuu seems unphased.

“And did you like it?”

“I- I said I knew about it,” he replies, defensively. “I’ve never read it.”

“Well then,” says Kuzuryuu, with an affable smile and a tone that lacks judgement. “If it ever piques your interest, you can take it from my room.”

“I actually didn’t come here to talk about books,” says Soma, and before he can continue, Kuzuryuu lets out a small laugh, deep and gravelly and unmistakably fond.

“Excuse my laughter, but when have you ever?”

“Shut up.” Soma isn’t the biggest bookworm, a fact that for some reason amuses Keiichi to no end. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Kuzuryuu nods, encouraging him to continue.

“Did you find my game too predictable? The maze one”

Kuzuryuu furrows his brow and leans forward. “I helped you make that one specifically. Why would I help you produce something I believe to be bad?”

Soma sighs. Sometimes it took asking the same thing twenty times before Keiichi decided to give a coherent answer instead of going around in circles. Lawyer habits, he thought. “Okay, I can rephrase the question if you’re going to be difficult about it. Do you think my games are predictable? Should I be making them harder?”

“Why would you want to make them harder? Since when has your objective been to kill more people in your games?”

“You’re twisting up my words now,” protests Soma. “I never said I wanted to kill more people. Just wondering if I should make them more challenging.”

“More challenging games means less chances of survival for the players,” countered Kuzuryuu. “The maze game was the 4 of hearts, if I recall correctly. It’s a low difficulty game, so why would you want to make it intentionally harder than it should be?”

“Because… okay, don’t laugh,” he starts, pointing a finger at him as Kuzuryuu feigns an innocent expression. “Today, this girl told me my game had been ‘too obvious’, that it had been clear from the start that the animal sounds were a recording, and, in her words, ‘whoever designed it did an awful job’. So, I don’t know if-“

He’s interrupted by an actual laugh this time, one that makes Kuzuryuu’s chest heave and causes him to have to take off his glasses. It would be nice to witness if only he wasn’t so annoyed. “I’m sorry, Soma, is this about impressing a girl?”

“No! You’ve got it all wrong.”

“About your ego, then.”

There’s a pause, because it might be about exactly that, but now Soma doesn’t feel like admitting it. “I’m going to stop coming to you for advice,” he says instead, a threat they both know is empty. “It’s not worth the headache I get afterwards.”

“Of course,” replies Kuzuryuu, nodding. “No one’s forcing you to do that. You can always come to talk about other things. Books, perhaps?”

#diamond attorney keiichi #asks

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the-hem · 1 year

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“This One.” Introduction to the Rudra Hridaya Upanishad, the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Sacred Heart.

I cannot find an exact date the Rudra Hridaya Upanishad was written. It is most likely in the latter half of last millennium BCE, circa 800-to the year 1 BCE. It is numbered 50 of 108 and explores the nature of God’s heart.

We just finished the Praniagnihotra Upanishad which says unless we sacrifice violence and poverty, we shall not see heaven. Let us see what kinds of heartfelt advice follows for making this possible:

Invocation to the Rudra Hridaya Upanishad:

Om ! May He protect us both together; may He nourish us both together;

May we work conjointly with great energy,

May our study be vigorous and effective;

May we not mutually dispute (or may we not hate any).

Om ! Let there be Peace in me !

Let there be Peace in my environment !

Let there be Peace in the forces that act on me ! Now, at this moment, I take refuge in that Pure State of the Supreme Absolute which can be known by the Vidya (essential knowledge), called the Rudra Hridaya Upanishad.

After prostrating before the celebrated form of Sri Mahadeva-Rudra “the Great Lord, the Drier of Tears) in his heart, adoring the sacred Bhasma (ashes) and Rudraksha (prayer beads) and mentally reciting the great Mahavakya-Mantra, Tarasara, (another Upanishad).

Sri Suka “sweetness” asked his father Sri Vyasa Maharshi “The diameter of the great sage”, thus: Who is the real God of gods? In whom are all these existences established? By worshipping whom, can I please the Devas in whole?

Hearing these words, Sri Veda Vyasa replied thus: Rudra is the embodiment of all Devas.

All devas are merely different manifestations of Sri Rudra Himself. On the right side of Rudra, there is the sun, then the four-headed Brahma, and then three Agnis (fires).

On the left side, there exist Sri Umadevi “the mountain”, and also Vishnu “the pervasive Light” and Soma (moon). Uma Herself is the form of Vishnu. Vishnu Himself is the form of the moon. Therefore, those who worship Lord Vishnu, worship Siva “God of Kindness” Himself.

And those who worship Siva, worship Lord Vishnu in reality. Those who envy and hate Sri Rudra, are actually hating Sri Vishnu.

Those who decry Lord Siva, decry Vishnu Himself.

“All gods are as one God”.

On the left of God is the Highest Peak, on His Right is the Sun, radiant from His Knowledge is mankind. Those who worship the Supreme Lord worship Him for His Kindness, Grace, and the Mountain, the Highest Knowledge, which is essential if mankind is to reach the Heights.

The question of which God is the right one and what name do we call Him in our prayers is quite common and easily solved by closing one’s eyes and listening to one’s heart. There one will find evidence of God- the heartbeat and respiration.

Behind these things is the One True God, the Kindest, the Most Gracious, the One give us life so He can teach us. There is no other God but this One.

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weird-dere-fics · 3 years

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Storytime! (Part 1)

Chef!Yukihira Soma x Cooking YouTuber!Reader

This is set 2 years after the end of the manga, meaning Soma is 27 years old in this story.

Let us begin~ :)

You breathed a sigh through your nose as you adjusted your camera’s position on it’s new tripod. Unfortunately, your last one broke after you tripped over it and knocked the whole thing over. It was not a fun time for you. The floor was hard! You weren’t seriously hurt though, which was good. You were also extremely happy that your camera itself didn’t break. You would really be in for some money then. But anyway, right now wasn’t about that.

That was a week ago! Right now you were preparing to start filming your newest YouTube video. You had gotten your room clean, made sure the lighting was set up correctly, and ensured your spot for the video was nice and comfy in case the video ended up being extra long. (You would cut it down in the editing phase if it was too long, of course). “I better charge this thing after recording…” You murmured to yourself.

Once everything was properly prepared, you pressed the record button and sat down in your seat. You smiled at the camera, doing your usual greeting before jumping right into it. “You guys have been begging for a Q&A for some time now, so today I’m here to do just that. I hope you guys are excited to get to know a little more about me, or to just laugh with me,” you chuckled. You had a feeling some of the questions your subscribers and followers sent in would be memes.

“Also, welcome to my room!” you beamed, spreading your arms wide as you gestured to the space around you. “All of you that come to this channel regularly know I’m always in a kitchen for my videos, so enjoy the new scenery~. For all those watching one of my videos for the first time, hello! If you wanna see my normal videos in my kitchen, check out the rest of my channel. Hit like and subscribe. Turn that bell on! So you can be notified and all that.” You pulled out your phone, opening your twitter account and scrolling through all your recent tweets. After finding the one you were looking for from like a week ago, you tapped on it and opened the thread of replies. “So,” you tilted your head a little, looking back at the camera, “I asked you guys last week to send in some questions on twitter for a Q&A, and a lot of you came to deliver. Thank you, by the way~.” You probably should have picked out some specific tweets in preparation for video, but didn’t. So it seemed you would instead just pick which ones you want to answer yourself. There might have been a lot of scrolling involved, but you would just cut that out in post.

“First question: When is your next video?”

You thought for a second, “Well after this video is up, I’ll be working on a baking video. Should be up in 2 or 3 days max once you finish watching this one.”

The second question asked about how you liked being home again for a while.

You travel a lot due to your passion, you see. When you were younger, you had found you really enjoyed exploring culture. Especially through food. You got this from your parents, who were very much the same. One was a polygot and translator, another was a foodie. You had been around the world since you were young.

As you grew and lived in different places, you found you worked a lot of jobs at different restaurants due to your love of food. That was until you started making money by doing your own thing on YouTube. You cooked and baked, and vlogged when you traveled to different places. Currently, your permanent home was in Japan. Though your home was here, you still ended up traveling a lot because of someone special. For the last few weeks though, you had gotten to stay home and relax a little. It was nice! And you explained that to the camera before moving on to the next questions.

How old are you?

“I’m 25.”

Are you a morning person?

“If you mean staying up until 3am or worst case scenario 5am, yes,” you giggled.

Of all the countries you’ve been to, what do you think is your favorite?

“Probably Taiwan~.”

I wanna be like you and have fun with my cooking, but I’m also so hard on myself. I’m really not good at it. How can I do what you do? You smiled softly, “We all have to start somewhere. Just keep cooking and trying to improve. I used to be really hard on myself too. Especially when I switched cooking jobs. You just have to learn to roll with the punches and believe in yourself. To be honest with you, I didn’t really start to let go of that harsh self criticism until I met someone special. Maybe you’ll meet someone like that too?” Your smile grew bigger, “I sure hope you meet that someone!” You scrolled a bit more, looking through the slew of questions you got before you laughed out loud. Funny how you got a question like this after mentioning ‘someone special’.

You single, bae?

You tuck some hair behind your ear and pucker your lips tiktok style as you look to the side for a moment, pausing for dramatic effect. ”No.” a deep voice answered for you, chuckling somewhere in front of you.

Your eyes widened as you started laughing more, your eyes landing on a familiar man with scarlet hair leaned against your shared bedroom doorway. “H-Hi,” you giggled, “You’re home?” “Uh huh. You recording right now?” he grinned. “Yeah, wanna join?” He shrugs before coming to sit next to you. You moved over so he would also be in frame good. “Soooooo,” you sucked in your lips playfully as you wrapped your arms around him, “This is my boyfriend, Soma. He cooks. Like a lot. And he inspires me every day~.” He perked up a little, looking at you, “I do?” “Mmhmmmm~,” you nodded. The golden eyed chef would kiss your cheek. You couldn’t help the smile that split them afterwards. You sat back before grabbing your phone again. “Looks like he gets to answer questions with me!”

You looked at him slyly, “Don’t roast me.” “No promises,” he snickered. He looked at your phone screen too, eyes moving as he read some of the questions and helped you lengthen your video by answering them. A grin grew once he saw a question he really liked. “Hey, Y/n.” “Yeah?” “Wanna tell the story of how we met?” It was the way you sucked in a breath as your eyes fluttered closed, trying to suppress a smile and laugh. “Oh my god…” you murmured. Soma’s grin became a little mischievous. The way you described everything from your end always cracked him up. You turned to the camera, putting your hands together as you raised your brows, “This is gonna take the rest of the video, guys.”

#soma yukihira x reader #yukihira soma x reader #food wars #shokugeki no soma #anime #fanfiction #general fix #food wars x reader #shokugeki no soma x reader

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tickling-giggles · 3 years

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:O HELLOOOOOO May I request A lee!Ciel with probably ler soma? Like probably Soma finds Ciel being a bit snappy towards him so he tickles him to cheer him up? (This is if you are able ofc!!)

Bad Attitude

Lee Ceil Ler Soma

Summary: The ✨ask✨

“oh Ceil~” Soma singed .

Ceil was currently in a bad mood from undertaker pestering him back to back for the past week.

“What do you want?” Ceil said aggressively. “Woah who pissed in your cheerios” Soma jokes.

“Soma what do you want” Ceil asks. “Well you see I’m kinda bored and I think the two of us should play cards together” Soma answers.

“No” “But whyyyyy” soma whined. “Because I said no now shoo go away” he answered as he flicked his hand.

“Fine I see you wanna play the hard way” Soma pointed out before tackling Ceil.

“What are you doing, you idiot!?” shouted Ciel angrily as he tried pushing Soma of off him who had sat down onto his tights and made it unable to move.

“Play cards with me or I won't let you go.” said Soma as he grinned confidently, proud of his idea to simply hinder the boy from leaving.

“Who do you think you are? As if I would agree with that.” said Ciel and rolled his eyes at him.

“I won't let you go.” said Soma simply and grinned smugly down at the other boy.

“And I won't play with you.” replied Ciel and crossed his arms over his chest, not willing to let himself be ordered around like that. He didn't care if Soma was a prince or not, no one would get him into doing what they want with this kind of behavior.

Both teens glared at each other until Soma grinned again as he looked down at the boy under him who was giving him his death glare.

“I could make you play with me.” Ciel just raised an eyebrow at that. What did Soma think he could do to get him into playing along with his wishes?

He wouldn't use violence, one because Sebastian and Agni were here and two because he wasn't the type of person who would ever try or want to hurt him. So what other methods does he have...

Ciel couldn't even finish his thoughts when he suddenly felt a poke which he wasn't expecting.

Soma had placed his hands on his sides and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Ciel was confused at first but then as he put one and one together his eyes widened in shock when he finally realized what Soma was planning to do.

“You better not” said Ciel with a dead serious face and glared at the still grinning Soma. “What is the problem Ciel? Something wrong?” teased Soma, if looks could kill he would be dead by now but that didn't stop him from teasing the shit outta him.

“Let's see how ticklish the earl of Phantomhive really is.” teased Soma as he laid his hand on Ceil’s perfectly stretched out stomach. Ciel hitched his breath to the touch, he unwillingly sucked his stomach in when he felt fingertips lightly dancing on his torso.

“Yohohou idihihot, stohohop!” shrieked Ciel in panicked laughter when a hand clawed at his rib cage and sent ticklish sparks all through his body.

“You have a bad attitude Ciel-y pooh~.” Soma teased as he let his devious fingers dance all over the Ciel's upper body.

Ciel couldn't do anything but laugh when Soma slipped his cold hand under his thin shirt and scribbled all over his tummy. When Soma dipped his finger into his bellybutton the smaller boy arched his back and his laughter raised up a pitch, making the other boy grin.

“Someone has a sensitive tummy” teased Soma while poking at some of the soft and fleshy parts of Ciels abdomen.

I hahahate y-youhuhu sohoho much” was all ciel could bring out as he tried to glare at the prince but the bright smile on his face and the childlike laughter that where constantly flowing out of his mouth didn't really helped with that.

“That's not a nice thing to say to your friend. But I will forgive you if you apologize to me for having an attitude from earlier.” said Soma as he stopped the tickling for a second, waiting for an “I’m sorry” and letting the boy under him have a short break.

I-ihi’ll n-never apologize to you.” pressed Ciel out as he gasped for air, with his chest raising up and down in a fast pace.

When he couldn't take it anymore, Ciel grabbed a pillow that was next to him on the couch and threw it with all the power he had left at Somas face. Soma fell from the couch when the pillow hit him full force right into the face.

Ciel sat up, cheeks light pink and still painting hard, as he looked over to Soma who was laying on the ground, his legs still on the couch but his upper body on the ground, the pillow still placed on his face.

“Why did you do that?” asked the prince loudly as he sat up from his ridiculous position and looked at him like a puppy.

“Because you nearly killed me, you idiot.” scolded Ciel and rolled his eyes. “You could’ve just apologize to me and I would’ve stopped.” came it back from the now a pouting soma who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, in front of the sofa.

Sebastian and Agni both sighed in sync as they watched them bicker. It seems to be turning out into a long night.

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itsuki-minamy · 3 years

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LIMITED KINGSHIP, WAR STORIES:

CHAPTER 1: BUTTERFLY AND MANTIS

* Mini Episodes KFCN (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"Uh... do I have to clean this up myself?"

With the mop and bucket on the floor, Tadashi Maruha complained.

Originally, it should have been a good room in this detention center. Whether in the reception room or the director's room, the custom-made furniture was so good that even Maruha could tell, and he might have imagined that it would be nice to live surrounded by such furniture.

If the burned blood didn't stick, he was sure he would.

At that moment, the interior of the room seemed miserable. Charred blood and internal organs were strewn across the table, couch, and cabinet, and every part of the human body, such as the hands, feet, and head, was rolling around randomly. It could be like this if you put multiple people in a red-hot mixer.

"I wonder if I should pick this up with tweezers... but if I don't do it early, Soma-san will get mad."

As he muttered and murmured, Maruha donned a mask, put on gloves, and placed a bucket on a charred table. At the moment, he started from a large place and raised the head that was nearby.

His face was familiar. One of his open eyes was crushed by a burn. "Wow.", he leaned back a bit, put his head on the table for the moment and Maruha clasped his hands.

"Well, what was your name? You sure were an acquaintance of Aniki, right? Well, anyway... Nanmandub, Nanmandub..."

Maybe it was Nembutsu, he didn't remember well. After muttering, Maruha threw the head of "one eye" into the bucket.

He started cleaning.

He put the scattered body parts in a bucket, put the debris from the shattered table in a garbage bag, and put the scattered debris in a bucket after a little hesitation. He could just throw away the garbage bag, but he couldn't bear to throw out the body.

"Sorry, I'll take care of you later."

When he finished cleaning the rough door, the living room door opened. What he see from there was a familiar face.

"Maru-san, are you finished? Let's eat meat, meat!"

With an innocent smile on his young face, Kyoji said that. Maruha looked up at the ceiling with furrowed brows.

"Kyoji, think about the moment and answer me. Do you think I can eat meat after cleaning the corpse?"

"Why? Isn't it good to eat meat at any time?"

"You might like it! I was cleaning burned human flesh just now! Maybe this is your kind of job after all!"

"Hehe, sorry."

The look that he laughed with his tongue out was that of a mischievous villain. Looking at him, he sighed instead of getting angry.

"Well, whatever, help me."

When the mop stuck out, Kyoji was surprised.

"Eh, but isn't it bad to keep Hiiragi-san waiting?"

"Ah? Why did Aniki's name come up?"

"No, because Hiiragi-san told me to go eat meat."

"Stupid, say that first!"

Maruha quickly looked back at the room. He was almost finished, but he had yet to finish. If he left it as he was, he would buy Soma's wrath, but an invitation from Hiiragi couldn't be refused.

"Kyoji, drop this! I'll bury it! Say nice things to Aniki!"

Pushing a garbage bag at Kyoji, he picked up the bucket. The bucket containing the human bodies of various people was quite heavy, and Maruha ran off, feeling the weight of the heavy corpse in both arms.

++++++++++

Executive class "Purgatory" member Hiiragi Soma liked meat

He liked to eat, but he preferred to bake. "Grilling" here was not what was often done in "Purgatory", but ordinary roast beef. Go to a proper steakhouse, order a large quantity of meat that you couldn't eat, and start grilling from one end. He liked the act of grilling and eating meat to the extent that he was careful and beat them when others tried to do so. As a man who had lived a life of violence and murder, it could be said that it was a strange habit.

That's why Hiiragi took Maruha and Kyoji to visit a local yakiniku restaurant. Most of the restaurants had already withdrawn from the area around the hideout. The yakiniku restaurant was one that remained.

Therefore, with the exception, it was like a hangout for "Purgatory". Mysteriously, order was maintained because there was a common understanding that "when this store disappears, there will be no place to drink alcohol". If someone tried to take away their oasis of life, mainly their opponents, "Purgatory" would kick them out quickly, most of the time.

"Hey. Top ribs, top loin, and 3 mugs of ale, old man."

An old man with the flavor of half a century had brought a lot of meat and sake. Hiiragi quietly began to arrange the top ribs and top loin placed on the table in the shichirin. Maruha found that it was always the same routine, but he was in a bit of a good mood.

"Sorry! I'll take it!"

Kyoji raised his mug of beer and began to drink with a squeak. Maruha slightly raised his mug in response to the "toast", and Hiiragi was still quietly roasting the meat. It was a show that would not be possible with a normal yakuza organization, but "Purgatory" is not a normal yakuza organization.

Kyoji, who had half the mug empty, wiped his mouth and then leaned forward and asked.

"By the way, Maru-san! What kind of kanji is King?"

Maruha took just a sip of beer and looked at Kyoji curiously, "Huh?"

"Maru-san, you were cleaning up, after the King fought, weren't you? Didn't you see him fight?"

Maruha was still unfamiliar with the fact that Kagutsu's name was not "Oyaji" or "Kumicho" but "King". Far from being a normal yakuza organization, "Purgatory" was not a yakuza organization in the first place. It was said to be a group of paranormal people with different abilities, led by what was called a "King".

Maruha responded with another mouthful of beer.

"No... I fought, I guess I went crazy. Don't look. I could die."

"Hey! It's a waste! It was close though!"

Kyoji felt sorry like a child who missed the hero show. Maruha wondered why such a boy had lived so long with his head on, and he thought on the other hand that he could have lived so long because he was such a boy. In fact, Kyoji must have been less than 20 years old.

Hiiragi threw down the pliers. Seeing the dripping sauce fall into the flames, he nodded, "Okay."

"Eat it."

"Ok, thanks!"

Kyoji swept about half of the meat with tweezers and brought half to his mouth. With a big smile on his face, he raised a voice between "Delicious!" and "Uhh!" Maruha also sighed as he minced the meat.

"Even so, I really don't understand Kagutsu-san."

"Eh? Why?"

"When I walked into that room, he looked in a good mood. I took some other guys along and I thought it was unusual, but he came out in less than a minute, and that's it. And when he came out he wasn't mad, he was still in a good mood. It was as if he had just taken a walk and came back."

"Mmm..."

"I wonder if I can be like this by killing those below. I don't know at all."

"Maru..."

When Hiiragi yelled, Maruha reacted sharply. It was a moment when he regretted saying that and criticizing, and Hiiragi immediately showed the Shichirin with his chin.

"Take it."

"Oh, yeah."

He took the tenderloin that was dripping with the sauce and popped it into his mouth. It was hot and delicious.

Kyoji, who drank the beer, raised the mug grandly, yelling "Oh, I get it!"

"They must have been spies of the blues! And the King suddenly noticed!"

"No."

Hiiragi denied it like a sled, and Maruha and Kyoji looked at his face at the same time. While he was roasting additional meat, Hiiragi said without looking at them,

"That person is that kind of man. It's the same as an accident."

"Accident?"

"You can't help it if you run into it. If you're lucky, you'll live, and if you're bad, you'll die. That's it."

It was hard to tell that Maruha and Kyoji, who didn't have any, fully understood the meaning of the word. But even so, the reactions of the two were contrasting.

"Uh...", Maruha was scared,

Kyoji admired him, "Wow…".

The two looked at each other. Maruha was stunned.

"Kyoji, you... will you die soon?"

"What's wrong, Maru-san?! What are you saying?"

"……"

Maruha narrowed his eyes. He feels on his skin that the air was tightening rapidly. It would be the same for Kyoji. He glanced at Maruha too, rolled up the arm of his black suit that didn't fit the body, and slammed it against the table.

"I'm not afraid! If the guys in blue come, I'll kill them."

Kyoji's eyes shone with brilliant fighting spirit. In response, the burn scars on his forearm began to glow red. The brilliance of extraordinary ability. Maruha opened his eyes to see if he was sane. If he made a fuss in this place, he may suffer a life-threatening injury from another member in black.

At that moment, Kyoji's body flew to the side.

Maruha was shocked and looked at Hiiragi next to Kyoji.

He had his arms straight at his sides. With the other hand, he was silently roasting yakiniku. Without even looking at Kyoji, he hit him with one arm.

"Guh..."

Kyoji's eyes, holding his cheeks and lifting up, blazed with anger. He wasn't mature enough to hold back here. Maruha was ready again for the worst development that suddenly fell.

However, he ended up melancholy.

Hiiragi looked at Kyoji. There was no killer instinct in his eyes, he was just in a bad mood.

"I'm the one who roasts the meat."

"……"

Kyoji's expression changed from anger to embarrassment.

Both Maruha and Kyoji were familiar with the fact that Hiiragi's words were not timely. Hiiragi was that kind of person.

He didn't know what to do, but there was no front or back. Hiiragi was angry because he tried to bake meat for himself, not because he was fed up with tantrums, or because he tried to wreak havoc in the place of the law.

It was absurd, but that's why it was "Purgatory". And Kyoji was also a person who could understand absurd language. He held her cheeks and bowed his head obediently.

"Sorry."

Hiiragi didn't reply, he was just roasting the meat.

Kyoji rebuilt his chair and sat there. He said to Maruha with the eyes of an angry child and bowed to him.

"Maru-san, I'm sorry. I said something wrong."

"No, not really."

Yakuzas are creatures like mantises. If they get sick, they should squeeze the other person immediately. It is like a reflection, not an action that is the result of thinking.

However, Maruha was no longer a yakuza. He was a member of the "Purgatory" clan.

Therefore, he sighed and sighed.

"I'm not scared. It's just ... I don't think it's appropriate."

That said, he drank the beer to the last drop.

++++++++++

The group that Maruha Tadashi belonged to was a group of leftovers so to speak.

Some might say they were a collection of yakuza and other gangsters. It was, but as with any group, there were differences in shit. Some leftovers can be laughed at, while others can cause nausea just by putting them on the rim of the eyes.

The Maruha group was the last group. Even within the industry, Shinogi with a frown was calm. Thanks to that, the wings were good, but the respect was next to nothing. The color of disgust was stronger than the astonishment in his eyes, and that color stimulated his outer ways.

They did anything to make money. It seemed like Maruha didn't even have the slightest bit of ethics.

The Shinogi are primarily drugs and human trafficking.

The kidnapped woman was drugged and sold to customs. They disarmed the kidnapped youths and sold their organs. In addition, they would take a photo of the situation and sell it to a rich man who had a hobby of hunting. In some cases, they used a combined technique to kidnap a pretty woman and sell her as she was to a rich man with a strange hobby (because the reaction was worse if she kept it on drugs). The woman would suffer almost every pain imaginable and die miserably.

Sachiko Kashiwazaki was one of those women.

The man who kidnapped her was Maruha's older brother at the time. One hot summer day, Maruha was summoned to a warehouse owned by the group. At that moment, he had a bad feeling. That warehouse was only used when making Shinogi in that direction.

There was a man and a woman in a warehouse room, where the concrete was exposed.

The man had scissors that were dripping with blood.

The woman clutched her bloody ankle and groaned without voice.

It was common group practice to cut off the Achilles heel to prevent the victim from escaping. Alternatively, the customer could have made such a request. In any case, man cut through the human body as easily as he cut weeds.

As he washed his hands in the built-in sink, the man turned to Maruha.

"It is time to ship."

"Prepare" meant to adapt the "goods" according to the customer's request, and "ship" meant to deliver the "goods" to the customer.

"Clean her body, you can't leave her bloody. I don't know what the rich think."

With a laugh, the man wiped his hands on a towel and touched Maruha's shoulders to leave the room.

Maruha turned his eyes inside and saw the box on the table. "Preparation", he probably he should use the content. He opened the lid and looked inside.

It contained a pure white wedding dress.

Maruha took a deep breath and exhaled.

Was the concept a bloody girlfriend? He couldn't understand anything.

He didn't even want to understand. He didn't want to understand what happened to the woman who would bring that to the client, but Maruha understood. It was because his older brother had shown him a video like that with half the fun.

Maruha looked at the woman reflectively, thinking that he shouldn't be looking at her.

They looked into each other's eyes.

Sachiko, of course, at that time, Maruha didn't know her name. The "item" was supposed to be called by number, but she was staring at Maruha, bleeding only with the pain of not begging for life and her silent resignation.

Perhaps at that moment, he reached the limit.

Until then, he had been doing the same. Each time, something sank into Maruha's chest, like drops of water in his cup. Then, Sachiko's gaze at that moment became the last drop, and the water finally overflowed from the cup.

By the time he realized it, Maruha was visiting Hiiragi. Hiiragi and Maruha were originally seniors and juniors from the same corps of fools. Even after the corps of fools disbanded and they belonged to different groups, the relationship continued to go out for drinks from time to time. He was a man who embodied the violence of that time, but Maruha did not hate him. He just wanted to hit him.

It was exciting to see that kind of honesty that was hitting the other person at the time.

He was not surprised when he heard that Hiiragi's group was attacked by "Purgatory" and that he belonged to "Purgatory". Within the industry, "Purgatory" meant a group of monsters, and it seemed natural for Hiiragi to be in that group.

Using holly as a messenger, Maruha encountered Kagutsu and gained a different ability in exchange for a part of his body.

Maruha took him to the warehouse and burned the man who was his older brother. After freeing the captive women, he went to the group's office and killed all the members, including the group's leader. He stole the group's entire vault and gave it to Soma, who later cleared up and became a member of the "Purgatory" clan.

He did not regret betraying the group and killing his friends. He just went to hell and sent them to hell. He was sure that he would go to hell, but at least he was no longer interacting with that garbage. That just made him feel refreshed, and the night he killed them all, he was fast asleep for the first time in a long time.

However, Maruha's chest started to feel uncomfortable again.

The meaning of the existence of "Purgatory" was simple. Destroy and kill, that was all. Like Kagutsu, most of the clansmen did.

Fight, raze, kill and die against the mafia, the Yakuza and, above all, the deadly enemy, "Scepter 4".

At the same time, they were causing enormous damage to the surroundings.

Only in that he was stuck. It didn't matter if he fought, rampaged, killed, or died. But it felt different to involve other people. So it was the same as that group. It was difficult to answer whether human trafficking or mass murder was better. Nothing happened, Maruha simply moved from one background to another.

Maybe Maruha was halfway there. He was so crazy that he couldn't live properly, but he was too plain in a swarm of monsters. Neither Hiiragi nor Kyoji could live anywhere else except in "Purgatory". This is where those guys were.

Where should he go if he didn't even have a place there?

Sachiko Kashiwazaki called out to him when he was about to overflow with such a sense of incongruity.

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In a crowded cafeteria, he quickly found out where Sachiko was. She had her crutches on the side of her seat. Maruha somehow remembered the salvation that it was not a wheelchair.

"Ah."

Sachiko also soon noticed Maruha. He wore a black suit, which was labeled a "funeral home staff" in the industry, he emitted a seemingly insidious aura. He had an unbearable feeling.

"Oh."

Maruha's expression that raised his hand slightly was not clear. He wasn't sure why this girl called him. Wasn't it the symbol of a nightmare for this girl?

But in contrast, Sachiko smiled happily. She tried to stand up touching the table with her hand, she almost lost her balance and fell. Maruha rushed to reach out and held her body.

"I'm sorry. I'm still rehabbing, but I haven't been able to do it yet."

"No, do not worry."

After seating Sachiko, Maruha sat opposite her.

He was somehow uncomfortable because Sachiko was looking directly at him. Glowing eyes were the kind of thing that wasn't usually directed at him. He was not used to that. Maruha had to move his hips several times to endure the uncomfortable sensation.

"So what did you call me for?"

Sachiko slightly colored her cheeks when he asked her.

"Oh, no, that… I wanted to thank you again."

Maruha wondered what she was saying.

"Maruha-san… you helped me, but I couldn't thank you at the time. Thank you very much."

"I didn't help you in particular. It was a dead end."

It was a fact. He just wanted to get out of there, he just wanted to kill them all, and it was just incidental that he helped Sachiko.

But Sachiko didn't believe those words. She laughed and her eyes looked softly at Maruha.

"You are modest, Maruha-san."

Then Sachiko started talking about the ramblings. From her recent situation, her favorite food, hobbies, what kind of place did she live now, when she was rehabbing and walking around the neighborhood, she found a nice park and a bakery, so she always had lunch there.

Maruha was beginning to understand what the situation was like, as he established a suitable relationship.

Sachiko wanted to make up for it in some way.

She maybe she thought that Maruha was the hero who rescued her from the situation. It was a ridiculous misunderstanding. Maruha sent many women in the same situation as Sachiko to hell. Sachiko was saved because Maruha's boundaries coincided when it was her turn. No more than that.

Of course, he couldn't say that.

"What do you do on your day off, Maruha-san?"

Sachiko wondered if she had talked a lot about herself. She was impatient and nervous. She wondered if Maruha would be bored. Maruha replied with a slight laugh, as if he was a high school student.

"Well, I'm going to eat yakiniku."

He couldn't tell that he was killing and looting. Sachiko happily joined her hands when he responded appropriately.

"It's the best in the neighborhood, it looks delicious."

"You eat meat?"

"That's right. Yes! I like it!"

Maruha calmly analyzed that it was a lie. He maybe he didn't eat much meat. He only said that for her.

"Well then, would you like to go eat with me next time?"

With that said, Maruha closed his mouth tightly.

Sachiko was looking at Maruha with her bright eyes. Eyes with equal expectations and anxieties. The eyes of human beings that are unhappy but still look ahead and try to live hard.

Was he qualified to see that?

He could go eat with Sachiko. He maybe would repeat it two or three times and eventually they would start dating. There are some men who have a woman in "Purgatory" who can live with them, and some men approach the woman instead of hiding. He would be one of those people. Living under one roof, eating together, sleeping, getting up, helping with rehabilitation, eating delicious bread in a nice neighborhood park.

She could be killed by Kagutsu.

Or she may have been kidnapped by the mob who hold a grudge against him

Captured by "Scepter 4".

He could think of many ways to ruin it, but he couldn't think otherwise.

Alternatively, Maruha could expand his imagination and run away together. Somewhere far away, two people. He could escape from Kagutsu, the mafia, and "Scepter 4" and say goodbye to that sinister black suit.

Then he would follow a happy holly. Kyoji might also come. Soma did not allow anyone to escape. Even earlier, the "right hand" ended up being burned in the city. He did not think they would hesitate to involve a woman in the matter.

"Uh."

Maruha laughed. He was thinking about the future when he really didn't have a future.

Sachiko said with a mysterious voice.

"Maruha-san...?"

"Hey. Is there someone else besides you?"

Sachiko opened her eyes a bit in amazement and then shook her head. After all, Maruha thought, people who have family or relatives are not the target of that group.

Still, Maruha leaned forward and asked with a serious expression.

"Is there no one anywhere? Relatives?"

"Uh, I have an uncle and his partner in Kanagawa. They're nice people, but I don't usually get in touch with them."

Maruha was relieved. It was enough to ask for so much.

He looks for his own bag. He grabbed a couple of bills that he found and tossed them to Sachiko. With a pile of bills piled on her lap, Sachiko moved her body as if she had been pressed against a burned stone.

"This, huh?"

"Go to them with that money. They won't hurt you."

Maruha carried a bag on his back and stood up. Sachiko looked at Maruha with a cat face that understood the truth of the universe.

Maruha scratched his head and said...

"The other day, there was a conflict around Yodomiya. It was news. The city was burned down and many people died."

Sachiko blinked. The understanding hadn't caught up yet, but it was going well. If she only considered the facts, understanding will come later.

"It was my partner who did that. If you don't want to get burned, go somewhere far away."

With that alone, Maruha left the coffee shop.

He sighed deeply as he walked through the city for no reason.

"I am not suitable."

For groups, for "Purgatory" and for the world. He was not suitable. He did not know how to live. He was envious of Hiiragi and Kyoji who could find a place there.

Was when…

"You are Tadashi Maruha."

Before looking back, he had an idea who called him.

"We are "Scepter 4". Come with us."

Several blue clothes surrounded Maruha before he realized it.

He looks around. Maruha had come to the square in front of the station without realizing it. He can't find any way to take control. Perhaps he should limit himself to minimize the damage, but Maruha was easily enthused.

"If you resist, I will not forgive you."

There was no deception in the eyes of the blues. They have already cut many with their sabers. Just as "Purgatory" was not a yakuza group, "Scepter 4" were not police officers. It was a battle group to hunt down and kill those in black suits.

Maruha gave a fierce laugh.

"Hahaha!"

The burns on both arms glowed with pain from the heat. Fight violently, kill and die. Maruha also had that instinct. He was also a member of "Purgatory".

Suddenly, Maruha understood.

"Purgatory" cannot be a place for anyone. Only a handful of monsters, like Kagutsu and Soma, can "be" there. Hiiragi, Kyoji and he were the same. There was nothing there for them.

That was just his place of death.

"If you can, try it, blue clothes!"

While shouting happily, Maruha threw swirling flames from both arms and attacked the blues in front of him.

Three people died in the limited royal war that day.

On the "Scepter 4" side, Kuroshio and Kido Rokuhei's team.

Side of "Purgatory", Tadashi Maruha.

"Scepter 4" caught Maruha's movement and surrounded him with 6 people, but Maruha made a burst of different abilities and struggled as he burned his own body. Swinging the flames that sprouted from both arms like a sickle, he cut and killed two people, Kuroshio and Kido, and in the next moment, he was cut by four other people, was cut like a sickle and died.

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chichirichick · 3 years

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SoMa Day 7: Blush

Another day of @soulxmakaweek! Soul makes a terrible mistake (with special intervention from Black Star), but at least it leaves them both blushing. Read it on ff.net, ao3, or after the cut!

Convincing himself that the blush that was creeping from his neck to his cheeks to his ears was simply a bit of embarrassment was entirely becoming impossible for Soul. Even with the woeful look on Maka's face, the way her hands were digging against the roots of his hair to brush the now nubbed strands was forcing Soul's color from that slight tan to utterly pink, starting towards a rose-hued red that rivaled his eyes. It was only made worse by the fact that Maka wasn't looking away from it or even really acknowledging it, just rubbing against the fresh shave of his head.

That's right-- shaved. Down to the root. Practically bald. Headbands? Unnecessary. Stealing Maka's clips? A thing of the past. In the nightmarish world he was currently living in, Soul was the absolutely unproud owner of buzz cut courtesy of Black Star's clippers and devious mind. Alright- maybe Soul was not entirely innocent in all of this, having made the common mistake of falling victim to what looked like Black Star's absolute stupidity. Making a bet with Black Star often seemed like a solid plan; that is until the realization hit that while desperately full of himself and rarely the one with a plan, Black Star's bravado was never misplaced.

Black Star was a God, after all.

And this vengeful God had required the ultimate sacrifice- all of Soul's spiky yet silky strands.

"It'll grow back," he grumbled.

That earned Soul nothing more than an epic eye roll. "How did this even happen?" Maka cried mournfully while her fingers continued on their journey as if she could bring it all back with just her touch.

"A bet," Soul replied as the pink definitely disappeared, overpowered by a red glow that was now threatening to burst blood vessels in his ears.

"With who?" That was suffused with the anger that usually accompanied a Maka-chop, and honestly, he was begging for it to free him.

"Guess," he mumbled, hoping to earn himself freedom from her fingers.

Instead, she grasped a little harder, scrambling his brain with a quick shake. "Soul!"

With his hackles raised and all the stubbornness flowing from the flush that her touch was creating, Soul snapped, "Don't see why you care- it's just my hair!"

"It's-" Her lips pressed into a pout as she pushed a huff of air out her nose. "I guess it's-"

"What?" Soul barked.

Those hands instantly moved, and Soul waited with utter certainty for the crack of a book against his skull, but it was two warm palms against his cheeks instead, smooshing them together. "I'll miss it," she murmured, "but I guess you're still handsome."

His jaw was ready to drop, but Maka was holding it in place. Something close to a squeal started in his throat, and Soul barely covered it with a sound somewhere between a choke and a clearing. "Did you just…?"

"What?" Maka's tone was innocent but a dusting of pink had started on her own cheeks.

"You just-" Soul stammered as he grabbed at her wrists to pull her hands away. He instantly found it wasn't her palms that were the hindrance and his voice continued in dips and starts, "Handsome? Me?"

Maka was taking a careful step back, green eyes no longer appraising him as they tried to look busy elsewhere. "You get one compliment- and just to make you feel better about the buzz, that's all!"

He couldn't relent, his fingers steady around her wrists and denying any other step between them. "But you mean it?"

She nodded but still stubbornly refused to look at him again, that pink becoming all too rosy as it flushed down her neck.

"Then…" Soul could barely stop from wiggling her wrists in his hand in utter frustration. Handsome. She said handsome! "What about my regular hair?"

"What about it?" Maka shot back quickly as she fiddled with her wrists in his hands.

"You think that's handsome?" The word half warbled but landed true. He let his eyes drift to the floor, taking at least an ounce of pressure off his chest.

A wobbly but thoughtful hum escaped her. Maka managed to free her hands in his moment of weakness, but instead of a quick escape, her hands went back to his head, fingers sinking in the fuzz. "I liked the headband," she murmured. "Especially the thin black one."

"That one?" Soul balked and continued to tumble into shock as his eyes hit her face, now just as much color spread to her ears as his.

Maka nodded slowly. "But I-" She stuttered, trying to catch herself with a sheepish smile. "I like the way you push it back when you're thinking too hard." Her hand moved to his forehead to mimic the motion.

"So… it's handsome?" he attempted.

"I told you one compliment." She instantly tried to press her lips into a pout but it fizzled under the heat of her cheeks.

"I-" Soul took a deep breath to force his voice to its regular baritone. "I like when you have ribbons in your pigtails."

Any solidity to her expression was gone, mouth gaping slightly as her eyes widened.

"The best is when your hair is down." His hands hovered between them for a moment before reaching up to steal hers away from his head. Tangled together, he brought their hands to his chest, cradling them there. "There, so… compliment for a compliment. OK?"

"OK," she whispered back breathlessly. Maka toyed with her bottom lip between her teeth before she offered, "You're handsome."

He only allowed for a breath before he broke the silence, "And you're beautiful."

To hide the red on her face, Maka pulled their hands down to replace it with her forehead, feeling the tumultuous beat of his heart against her skin. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." Suddenly his chest was rumbling, chuckles vibrating against her face.

Maka still didn't have the nerve to uncover the blush that was holding strong to her cheeks. "What is it?"

"Hindsight's twenty-twenty."

"What's that mean?"

Soul let the laughs ring until he was even more out of breath, just worrying her fingers in his as he gathered up the bravery to continue. "I think I coulda won the bet."

She was tempted to roll her eyes but 'beautiful' was still ringing in her ears, keeping her attitude small. "What was the bet?"

Soul let out a blustering breath. "Gettin' the guts to ask you out. Kinda was supposed to yesterday but, you know…" He finished that sentence with a shrug only for him since Maka was still hiding away. "So, buzz it was."

Maka couldn't help a giggle and his fingers tightened around hers.

"Hey, Maka," he called as he just barely brushed his chin against her hair.

"What?"

"Go out with me?" That still brought a little tremble to his voice but Soul exerted all of his strength for the next, "Not a meister-weapon, a partner-friend thing but a you-me thing."

For a horrifyingly long second, Maka was silent. "Will you grow out your hair again?"

A nervous laugh twittered from his throat. "Well, yeah."

Maka lifted her head, showing him the pink of her cheeks so she could see his. "You really could have won that bet."

#soulxmakaweek #SoMaWeek2021 #Soul Eater #SoMa #blackstaristhecauseofalltrouble

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mitchychaos · 4 years

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🅦🅗🅨 🅐🅡🅔 🅨🅞🅤 🅢🅗🅐🅚🅘🅝🅖? - 🅚🅨🅞 🅧 🅡🅔🅐🅓🅔🅡

pairing: kyo soma x reader

word count: 1,839

warnings: mild cursing

[A/N: this is my first oneshot for this blog. let me know if there is anything you would like me to change about it! btw, this is from my challenge!]

“Y/n are you almost done? You have been taking forever to get ready!” you heard your orange-haired boyfriend yell from outside of the bathroom. To be honest, you had been taking a while to get ready, but it was Halloween! You needed to get your costume put together! You were going as (whatever you want I’m not here to decide that for you), and Kyo was going as a vampire. All he had to do was put on some fake teeth and dark clothes! You needed time to perfect your look.

“Yeah I’m almost ready! Just give me a minute!” you called over your shoulder before putting some lipstick on, and giving yourself final lookover in the mirror. You thought you looked pretty damn good for a last minute Halloween costume, but the real test was how your hot-headed boyfriend enjoyed it.

You stepped out from the bathroom, giving him a small smile and a spin, “Well? How do I look?” you asked, holding your arms open waiting for his response. He sat up from his spot on your bed, giving you a small look over, then the faintest smile. You two had been in a relationship for a long time now, if you hadn’t you probably wouldn’t have noticed the smile.

“You look fine. Let’s go already! The lines are going to be hella long thanks to you.” Kyo complained before getting up from the bed and walking out the door with you.

The two of you were going to an amusement park that was close by, one that was conveniently turning into a horror themed park for the season. Kyo really wanted to go through some of the haunted houses and mazes. You were looking forward to the candy and fun atmosphere of an amusement park at night. As Kyo paid for the tickets you stuck close to his side, you knew how these things usually went. The people that were dressed up always targeted you, scaring the absolute shit out of you. You could never understand why, but it probably had to do with your reaction. You knew you needed to be careful though, if you hugged Kyo it would be a disaster. Neither of you needed to deal with an orange cat running through the amusement park before turning into a naked boy.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement, you were practically screaming every time someone jumped at you. Kyo, obviously, kept laughing which earned some feeble glares from you in his direction. He couldn’t help it though, you looked adorable trying to hide from the people in costumes. Both of you knew they were just normal people but you were both handling it very differently. You had no idea how he did it, Kyo would just stand there and even laugh when the workers tried to scare him. You on the other hand would jump, squeal, and shake any time someone walked up behind you or came close. You were practically crushing Kyo’s hand with how hard you were holding it, and if you could hide inside his body you probably would. You couldn’t hug him though, which was increasingly becoming an issue. You just hoped that the haunted house wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be.

You both were standing in the long line together, waiting to get inside. Your hand still in his, squeezing as tight as you could. “We aren’t even in the haunted house yet, why are you so scared? You’re going to crush my hand before we get inside!” Kyo remarked in a teasing voice, looking over at you. You looked frightened. You were only going in this house because he wanted to anyway!

“I’ve been getting jump scared since we walked into the park! I’m freaked out okay?” You said in a little whiney voice hoping for some sympathy from your boyfriend. Some sympathy that was not received, you just got a little chuckle and a light flick to the forehead. What a dick.

As you two approached the house you could hear the screams of the people that went in front of you, and you tried to glance inside to see if you could at least slightly prepare yourself for what lays ahead. You didn’t get that though, through the entrance all you saw was darkness. Depending on how you thought about it that could be comforting, or even more frightening. You let Kyo’s hand tug you forward into the house, and you started getting more scared. You were practically shaking and the boy beside you just pulled you forward without a care in the world. You had no idea how he seemed so calm, maybe he was faking it.

The first little bit of the house was in complete darkness, and you could hear chains jingling from different corners of the room. Your eyes were darting around but you couldn’t see anything, you just had to listen to the noises and hope to prepare yourself for what was to come. You managed to get through the pitch black darkness unscathed, no one jumping out at you and spooking you, however, the house was far from over.

You moved into the next room, which was brighter than the last but completely covered in smoke. It was impossible for you to even see where the door was, but Kyo seemed to know where he was going so you just followed his lead. Soon enough you both were stopped by a man jumping around on all fours, he was dressed like a clown, fake blood dripping from the top of his head where an axe sat. Kyo tried to move you both to the side around the guy but he just side-stepped in front of you, staring silently. You thought it was worse that the man wasn’t speaking. Kyo sighed in annoyance.

“Just scare us already so we can move on damn it.” he urged the man in front of you two, rolling his eyes a little. Yet again, you were amazed at how calm he was in the current situation. You must have been too busy looking at your boyfriend’s face because the minute you looked forward again the man in front of you jumped up, screaming at the top of his lungs. You, as any sane person would, screamed back and Kyo just pulled you along again.

The rest of the house was a blur of you screaming, trying to look closer to see if that was a person or a dummy, and trying to run past the man with the chainsaw. The last one Kyo held you back for though. He seemed to know better than you did. He knew that if you ran forward the man would then proceed to chase you with the chainsaw straight out of the house. He just kept a tight grip on your hand, and made you stay close to his side.

If you weren’t shaking before, by the end of the house you were quivering. You saw the exit and just wanted to bolt for it. The steady hand beside you kept the normal pace though. You were glancing around quickly looking for whatever it was that was going to scare you now, and while you were turned away a chainsaw revved behind you, making you jump and scream again. You tried your best to pull Kyo the hell out of there.

“If you run then he’s definitely going to chase you.” Kyo stated calmly, watching the guy as he ran up. You flinched and turned your head away, hiding your face slightly for the last few feet until you were outside.

“Why are you shaking so bad? You’ve been shaking the entire time, are you really that scared of stupid haunted houses? They aren’t even real.” Kyo spoke up, looking over at your shaking body.

“I am that scared! I don’t know how you didn’t jump once! I was freaked out the entire time!” you whined, leaning your head back a little, trying to stop your shivers. You were embarrassed obviously, having been called out by the boy beside you, especially once he started laughing like the manic clown you had just seen in the haunted house. “Kyo! It’s not funny! I was really scared!” you pouted, then looked away from him.

“Aw you baby. Cmon let’s go get something to eat.” Kyo stated after he had finally calmed down, then pulled you into one of the restaurants close-by. It was decorated like a witch’s house, and they were selling plenty of candies. Kyo went to the front to buy you something, while you found a table for the two of you. When he came back you still had the same pout on your face.

“Oh cmon, those houses aren’t even real. You can see the people coming from like a mile away.” he said, then offered you a candy apple, tilting his head. “Do you really hate them that much?”

You took the apple, biting into it and thinking over a response for a few moments. “It's not that I don’t like them, I just don’t see any of the people coming so I always get scared! And I scream a lot so they target me.” you replied, same little pout on your face that you had the entire time.

Kyo ate his apple while proceeding to ponder something, which you couldn’t guess, so you just looked out the window at everyone walking around. “How about the next one we go in, I’ll tell you where the people are coming from so you are ready for them? Hm?” he finally spoke up.

“Kyo, I really don’t wanna” you whined.

“Just one more! And if I tell you where they are you won’t be scared because you will see it coming! If you still hate it we can go home and have movie night instead.” he offered, tilting his head to the side, his same small smile on his face. The smile he reserved for you and knew would get you to break.

“Okay. Fine, one more, but if I hate it we go home.” you agreed then finished the apple in your hand.

The rest of the night you two spent going through haunted houses unscathed. Kyo would lean down by your ear giving you heads up for what was coming, as well as letting you know when things were people or dummies. He made sure to move you to his other side anytime he couldn’t get to let you know about the workers beforehand, and also made sure to ask if you were okay during the houses. You actually started to enjoy them! You spent hours going through houses, and only left because the park closed.

Once at home, you two still ended up having a movie night. You begged Kyo since you spent so long at the amusement park. He obviously put up a fight, but eventually, with a roll of the eyes, he agreed. You two spent the end of your night watching movies before falling asleep together on the couch, the TV flashing in front of your faces.

#fruits basket #kyo x reader #kyo soma #oneshot #halloween #haunted house

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laito---sakamaki · 3 years

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(TW SEXUAL ABUSE & LONG STORY ALERT)

So your S/O is very Sensitive & she always gets very Scared when you touch her even like Normally you do you know. (& you know Nothing bout her parents, past & all) (& you both don’t have a really good Relationship & she’s always Depressed and sad)

One Day, you both go out & she suddenly starts trembling and breaks down into tears and runs back to Home…You go back Home & ask her what happened…She finally confesses it- She says when she was like 14 her Parents went out of Town bcuz of Work for 15 Days & left her with her Dad’s Friend’s Son Soma who is like 9-10 Yrs Older than her. He Sexually & Mentally Abused her. When her Parents came she couldn’t say anything to them bcuz she was Scared. After Some Weeks she found out that she was Pregnant & Eventually her Parents found out too but She didn’t said Anything bcuz Soma BlackMailed her with a Video of them doing it & he said he’ll Post it Online if she said anything… Her Parents, Classmates, Teachers & Everyone who knew her treated her really Badly & she couldn’t take that so she ran away from Home & became Independent. She eventually gave Birth to baby boy but he passed away when he was only 14 Months…she couldn’t take it and went into depression…she hardly got out of it and met YOU & fell in LOVE…But Couldn’t Express her Feelings properly bcuz of her Trauma. & She said she saw him when they were out & she couldn’t help it… & That guy turns out to be SOMEONE YOU KNOW- Your Reactions Pls? Hope it’s a Angry One…Where you go and Break him up & Torture him to Death…That would be Quite Satisfying~ ((If this is too much Abuse & All, Don’t Reply to it…I would Understand😊))

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌

*hold her close*

*says in a soft tone*

Maria-chan, you don’t need to say anything more. I-….i know.. how it is. Don’t cry. Believe me, I won’t hurt you my love.

*rub her back gently*

He won’t come to you ever again. I won’t let him.

Hey, wanna eat something? Soup?

*she remains silent*

*embrace her tightly*

I will make some for you okay? So sit here for a while.

*goes to the kitchen*

———-

*after sometime passes*

Maria-chan~~ I am back.

*see her startle by my voice*

Maria-chan,

*sit by her side,place the tray on the side table*

*caresses her cheek softly*

I won’t hurt you… I made your favorite meal for you. Won’t you eat some?

*watch her slowly nod*

Then, say ahhh… I will feed you.

*feed her gently*

*as its finished, puts the bowl aside*

You should rest for a while Maria-chan…

*make her lay on the bed*

*kiss her forehead*

I am staying here…. So you should sleep tight now.

*runs finger between her locks until she is asleep*

Sleep well princess. I have some important business to do.

*goes straight up to the boy’s house*

Hey.. whats up?? Long time no see..

*sit on the couch*

*smile sadistically as he asks about my sudden visit*

I have some important business~~ nfu

With you..

I have to show you something. Let’s go to the mansion~

*the moment we enter the mansion, hold him by the throat tightly but making sure he does not die*

*takes him to the torture chamber*

*throws him like a garbage bag*

*calls Ayato and Kanato*

Look… a new blood bag.

*bites him but it is absolutely disgusting*

Hehhhh.. his blood does not have the worth to be sucked by us.

Lets have some fun with this one…

*hear Ayato and Kanato laugh frantically*

*watch him shudder in anticipation*

The night has just started…… my boy…

#TW #submission #mariachan96

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takoyakitenchou · 3 years

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If you're still doing requests, can you do a Megumi and Soma one?

this is my first time contemplating soumegu so be gentle and bear w my incompetency lol hope you enjoy!

Ramen with half a cappuccino and a dollop of blueberry jam mixed in, with a side of salmon skin dressed in melted cheese.

Yes, that sounded about right.

Sunday night and the 92nd generation third years were plunged in the throes of cramming for midterms, and Yukihira Souma was no exception. He had spent the better part of the late evening writing the kanji for person on his hand and eating it — a testament to his relationship with Tadokoro Megumi — and coming up with increasingly atrocious recipes that deviated from his traditional squid/peanut butter brand instead of actually studying.

Ibusaki Shun, Sakaki Ryoko, and Yoshino Yuki were sitting in opposite corners of the kitchen, facing the walls and attempting to memorize French conjugations for present perfect. Now, what the hell was a present perfect? It probably didn’t have anything to do with a perfect attendance record… did it?

Marui Zenji had locked himself in his room with his study materials for fear that the rest of Polar Star would a) steal his notes, b) start partying in his room, c) all of the above, d) none of the above. Seriously, even his brain had reprogrammed itself for the multiple choice portion of their Lucrative Cuisine test.

Daigo Aoki and Shoji Sato were seemingly studying, but in truth they were trying to devise a method of telepathic communication… needless to say, the fact that they weren’t going to be of much help to each other when neither of them knew anything had not yet crossed their minds.

Rather surprisingly, Megumi was the only one in the dorm that seemed psychologically unaffected by the exams looming before them. She plowed through a colossal tower of textbooks with the terrifying speed of the Tohoku Hopping Hare, filling page after page in her notes with her incorrigibly perfect handwriting. Giving up on flambeing squid with popped salmon roe, Souma watched in fascination as Tadokoro Megumi, clutch mode ver., practiced barfing chemical reactions she’d memorized.

They were sitting next to each other at a large folding table out on the balcony, but most of the night sky was obscured by all the papers and books precariously stacked on top of one another.

“Megumi,” Souma began as he reopened his culinary neuroscience binder for the fourth time in the past ten minutes, “How are you so good at this?”

She didn’t even spare him a glance. “No clue,” she drawled in her hometown dialect. Clutch mode, indeed.

“Ugh, I’m doomed.”

Her pencil didn’t stop moving. “What subject ya struggling with?”

“All of them,” Souma said in despair.

She threw a notebook at his face.

“What is this?” Damn, this notebook has more in it than all my professors’ brains combined!

“I took the restaurant startup and investment seminars last year so I can’t help much with that but all the key details you’ll need for your other classes should be in there.”

“Tadokoro Megumi, I love you…”

She gave him an eyebrow raise. “Say that after the exams. But for what it’s worth, I love you too.”

Four hours later, neither had once left the balcony. Souma was now dead. His soul had long ago passed into the next world, but his body was slumped over Megumi’s open notebook.

Megumi was still going strong, persevering through the final pages of Culinary Techniques of the Heian Period in all the glory of her dark circles and messy bun that spoke volumes about her intense stamina.

“Souma-kun,” she said gently when she was done, her typical maternal nature making an immediate resurgence. “Souma-kun, wake up.”

He mumbled something unintelligible about aroma compounds, rubbing his face. “Whatever… as long as I can cook, I should be fine, yeah?”

“I hope so.” Megumi eyed the disheveled mess next to her and heaved an internal sigh. He was easily one of the greatest chefs of their generation but he’d still be prohibited from graduating if he couldn’t pass midterms. And given the current circumstances, his chances were looking pretty damn slim.

“Why don’t you call Nakiri-san?” Megumi suggested. “If you’re having trouble with culinary theory, she or Alice-san will be of more help than my notes.”

Souma shook his head. “Nakiri’s lectures always put me to sleep and the other Nakiri is probably already asleep.”

“I can slap you awake with my ping pong paddle,” Megumi offered.

“Nakiri’s probably studying. Let’s not bother her, because she won’t need a paddle to slap me into oblivion if she’s in a pissy mood during the Elite Ten meeting after calculus tomorrow.”

“Souma-kun! You haven’t done your Elite Ten work!”

“Neither have you,” he started to point out, but his voice trailed off at her raised eyebrow.

“Yes I have,” she countered. “I finished all Elite Ten responsibilities two weeks in advance because midterms were coming up.”

Souma groaned. “Start writing my obituary, Megumi, because I’m not making it out of this week alive.”

“Actually, beb, I have a draft prepared.”

“What?” Souma blinked a few times to make sure he’d processed what she’d said. “You already…? That is way harsh.”

Yawning and flipping to a desired page in her notebook, Megumi replied, “It was one of the documents I had to write for the upcoming meeting. Personal request by the first seat. She said she’s going to kill you because you haven’t done any of your work.”

Souma dropped his head to the table. “I surrender.”

Megumi gave him a reassuring kiss on the forehead. “Better hurry, Souma-kun, the sun’s coming up soon.”

#shokugeki no soma #yukihira soma #tadokoro megumi #soumegu

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radbutsafe · 3 years

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ALL FUCKIN 35 OF THEM SKLNWESDJFPXO

I SHOULDVE EXPECTED THIS FROM YOU

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

A three! I think I’m mid range cause I ain’t terrible but there is still shit I gotta improve and grow in my writing

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

to manifest what canon won’t give me and to write more! (though yes it is mainly about the smooching and the— I’ll stop there LOL)

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Hm! My weird research details? I’m that “fun fact, did you know...” in my fics sometimes LOL! I plan on giving a penthouse for erina in a fic and I went through penthouse listings in Japan for floor layouts and locations💀 my research gives me inspo and depth to stuff I think I lack in comparison to others sometimes.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

In terms of fellow fic writers, one of them I can’t name here but she’s an inspiration with her exceptional gift for prose period and her lovely skill at comedy! I want to be as funny as her when I write, I love her ironic situational humor. Other fic writers are @takoyakitenchou, @royaldragonsevgisi15 who I always love sharing ideas with and motivate me to create more! For non-fic writers it would be V.E. Schwab, Leigh Bardugo, Oda, and Horikoshi! The last two may be mangaka, however they are writers as well to create their stories! The depth these creators have given their worlds and interesting characters theyve given life to are all what I aspire to be like!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

so far uh?? hm everything I’m currently writing are wips lol!! im proud of my wip that has been nicknamed ‘soma panics’ that is a multi-chapter fic that spans like probs 20 plus chapters maybe

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

dialogue! it’s so much fun! and character thoughts. I’ve said to people I may be better suited for script writing

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I think it’s description, of like setting and showing action. also an expansion of my vocabulary LOL

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

erina! I think it’s because canon has shown us many of her different faces and range of emotion.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

SOMA!! chill ass mofo whos more carefree compared to the common shonen protagonist! for other shokugeki characters I’m not sure just yet because I haven’t flexed my fingers enough for the rest of them.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

I guess I should say romance cause that’s what I mostly write LOL!

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

sorina and I try to get them to smooch eventually KEK and yeah it’s..usually romantic fluff lmao

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

HONESTLY ALL OF THEM but “soma panics” is my brain child

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

pretty sure it’s digimon....

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

currently shokugeki no soma!!!!

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

uhhhh I guess SNS? LMAO fandoms...all have their quirks to them.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

characters cuddling!!!! or getting the urge to smooch!!!!

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

unrequited love GOOD FUCKIN BYEEEEEE

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

I have plot ideas thst can be wild potentially but so far nothing fits this criteria so far that I actually have written.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

depends on the fandom, but if written well, all of it!

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

shippy 100% like I said I like smoochin

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

romantic is...*drumroll* SORINA! platonic, soutaku and erina and alice!

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Sometimes! There are times songs will be on loop and times I just shuffle a playlist. and if I’m writing in random bursts it’ll be with no music but it really does depend lmao I think music is when I’m forcing myself to write?

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

completely independent ideas, I’ve realized in the past prompts shoot me in the foot often unless I luckily figure something out. but I’m often driven by my own sporadic self interest with shitty ping ponging attention

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

multi-chap I guess cause I can post without being finished LOLLL but tbh can I really answer? I haven’t finished anything.....

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

I can’t answer this question imo because I haven’t finished a fic yet so technically stuff could all fit in the one fic?

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

MYSTERY AND CRIME! I love the genre and I have plot ideas once a blue moon but I can’t dive in because I want to make details that work and reduce plot holes where suspension of disbelief isn’t as needed. I need to study it more (I need to study all the details for any of my fics imo to be confident sometimes LOL)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t think I can say one comment was the nicest because I’ve gotten comments that have given me quite the smiles to my face many times! I know this is a cop out but it’s true!

IS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY UNTIL REINA SENT ME THE FOLLOWING ON DISCORD LIKE TWENTY MINS AGO:

and also rad. i am never this vocal about my emotions like EVER but this needs to be said your fics are obviously far from perfect, as are mine and everyone else's. but the thing about your works is that they're so well-sanded that it's impossible to find any rough edges or faults in them in terms of cohesion to a plot. your cast is never OOC and the amount of effort you devote to developing your takes on the characters as accurately as possible is unimaginably awe-inspiring.

BITCH I WANNA CRY 😭

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

I’d like to believe I take it often well to try and improve because that’s always my goal. if someone is rude lol that’s not constructive snd is unhelpful. If I disagree with criticism I’ll explain why !

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Not yet, but I have some plot ideas I think will let me test this.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

F L U F F.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

elliott fuji, a japanese-american award winning photographer who is erina’s boyfriend in ‘soma panics’ which..causes soma’s panic LOL he’s 30 with slightly wavy black hair. I still haven’t pinpointed his personality just yet...he kind of humble brags for sure an artsy fucker and flirts maybe I’ll make him a lil shy though. he teaches sometimes, and becomes an adjunct photography professor in Tokyo so he can be with erina.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

a cook is unfashionably late in realizing his feelings.

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I am a slow. so slow. motivation who is she? I also write out of order, unfortunately a bit too often.

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

this should be for the fic ‘soma panics’ it’s either megumi or satoshi talkin to him rn, I’m leaning towards satoshi

“You thought she would always wait for you, didn’t you Soma-kun? To always welcome you home.”

Soma drags his palms down his face and groans. He doesn’t like this at all. He doesn’t shy from confrontation but this is a whole different ballgame. Soma doesn’t play any ball.

“I guess..?” Is his reply, because he thinks he isn’t sure how to answer that.

“You guess?”

Just being questioned again is enough to crack Soma’s pathetic facade as if it was dropped chinaware and he lets out the longest sigh.

“No.”

Coming home means coming home to Nakiri Erina too.

Nakiri Erina is his forever.

this is @takoyakitenchou’s excerpt she’s most proud of that I’ve written, which is also from you guessed it, the long fic soma panics

SOMA: I am, I mean I will be, I swear I will always come home to you, not spend as much time abroad, once I’m done with work I’ll come right back. I’ll make sure to message you. Nakiri, I’m in love you with you. Maybe for a really long time. You know how I say I dedicate my food to you? My dad—my dad said that the key to become a good chef is to find someone to dedicate your cooking to. A special someone. For my dad it was my mom, you know? For me it’s...

(this is a good piece of dialogue tbh so I am also proud of this)

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I’ve mentioned it throughout this but the WIP I’ve nicknamed ‘soma panics’ is something I’m super excited to write, but it’s going on slowly...and almost completely out of order. out of all of my writing it showed off that particular habit of mine, along with “what is this, a shoujo manga?!” though the latter is currently being written chronologically now that I’ve posted chapter one and is pretty solid in direction. it was originally supposed to be a one shot but I got impatient and wanted to post at least something for the sorina / soueri fandom.

however, because ‘soma panics’ (I won’t call it that LOL) is my baby I want to keep true to my rule of refusing to post it until I have a draft of the entire fic finished and I’m satisfied with the main points pretty much. due to my writing out of order, I’m worried I’ll change my mind about scenes or want to reflect things in earlier chapters for later ones etc etc

I joined the SnS fandom extremely late, as season five was airing. I was a fan of the manga five years ago and dropped it because I forgot to check for updates when I caught up 😔 I really want to bang out the different fics and aus for sorina that I have before the fandom fizzles out entirely but tbh I’m writing for myself, I’m manifesting what I want to see and I’ll just share it with all my friends to read if no one else will. cause I’m slow broski I dunno what writing fast even is like LMAO I do really want to write faster though, so I can contribute more and let the words free from the discord dms....

#ask meme #ask rad shit #writing #writing by rad #fanfic #reina girl u put me thru it I swear lol #thank u for sending!!#ur amazing!!!!

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Geyarajan (Gandharva)

Rating: Teen Relationship: Female Human/Male Gandharva Additional Tags: Exophilia, Gandharva, Childhood Sweethearts, Puppy Love Content Warnings: Blood, Broken Limb, Separation, Memory lapse Words: 4600

A commission for @floral-and-fine, who did the lovely artwork above of Geyarajan! An angsty story about childhood love that gets torn apart by family, race, and circumstance! Please reblog and leave feedback!

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In Hinduism, the Gandharvas are male nature spirits and husbands of the Apsaras, the spirits of clouds and air. Some are part animal, usually a bird or horse. They have superb musical skills; they guard the Soma and make beautiful music for the gods in their palaces. Gandharvas are frequently depicted as singers in the court of the gods.

Gandharvas in the historic sense acted as messengers between the gods and humans; today they are depicted as imitators, cheaters, liars and those who have tricked themselves 'into being god'. In Hindu law, a gandharva marriage is one contracted by mutual consent and without formal rituals.

You couldn’t remember exactly how old you were, perhaps six or seven, when you first met Geyarajan. You’d heard singing in the forest as you played in the garden behind your house, and though you knew you shouldn’t go into the woods alone, you couldn’t ignore the draw of the sound. After maybe ten minutes, you stumbled upon a clearing wherein a boy was singing, though he was unlike any other child you’d ever met.

Your village was human only; beasts and monsters were not allowed to settle there. In fact, non-human merchants were discouraged from selling their wares in the area and non-human travelers weren’t welcome in the taverns or inns. In your short life, you’d only seen a person who wasn’t human maybe twice, and only in passing. You didn’t quite understand why, but you were a small child and didn’t think to question it.

Not until you met Geyarajan. When you first saw him, you were mesmerized by his music. You sat and listened as still as a statue, afraid of spooking him, except when he stopped singing, he looked right at you and smiled as if he’d been waiting for you to come. He hopped off the rock where he had been sitting, and you got a better look at him.

He wore no clothing, but from the waist down, he was all feathers. His legs were long and spindly, ending in three-toed claws like that of a purple heron. The feathers extended up his back to his large wings, heather-grey in color, which were folded at rest behind him.

His hair was long and falling around his shoulders in ringlets, the same heather-gray as his feathers. He had a four streaks of black, two on each side, running down his neck, one stripe down his arms to his wrists, the other down the inside of his shoulders and disappearing into the feathers near his hips. His skin was dark brown and his eyes were sharp in shape, amber-gold in color, and hawk-like.

Though he was much taller than you because of his long legs, in his face, he looked to be about your age, perhaps slightly older. He was slender and graceful in his movements, taking careful steps toward you as if not to scare you, though you didn’t think you could possibly be afraid of him.

“Aren’t you from the village?” He asked, his speaking voice as musical as his song suggested. “Won’t you be in trouble for coming into the woods? My parents say that humans are scared of the woods.”

“I’m not scared,” You said, puffing up. “Papa says I’m a big girl. I can go to the corner store all by myself now. I only came ‘cause I heard you singing.”

“Oh,” He said, frowning. “I must be too close, then. I should go.”

“Wait!” You reached out, grabbing his hand. “Stay and play with me, won’t you? What’s your name?”

“Geyarajan,” He replied, not attempting to break away from your grasp. “You’re the girl who lives in the house near the river, right? What’s your name?”

You told him. “How do you know me?”

“I’ve seen you sometimes,” He said, leading you to the rock where he was sitting before. There was a bushel of flowers laying there. He began to weave them into a ring. “When I fly above the town. I know you from the ribbons.” He tugged at the blue ribbon you wore in your hair, which matched your pristine dress. Your mother insisted on dressing you like a doll, always making you wear frilly dresses and putting ribbons in your hair.

“You can fly?” You whispered in awe.

“Well, sure,” He laughed, fluffing his wings a little. “These aren’t fake, you know. I have to fly pretty high, so the only thing I can see of you clearly is the ribbons.”

“Why do you fly so high?” You asked him.

“Mother says it’s too dangerous to fly too low over the town,” Geyarajan said. “She says the people don’t like us, that they’d be mean to us if they knew we lived in the forest next to them.”

“Oh. That’s a shame. If it’s dangerous, why don’t you move?”

“Our kind lived in these woods before those humans ever settled here,” He said, pointing toward the village. “Why should we have to leave?”

“That makes sense, I guess,” You admitted. “I don’t see people like you in town. It’s only humans. I don’t know why.”

“Mother and Father say it’s because humans hate us,” He said morosely, looking at his hands as he continued to weave the garland. “Do you hate us?”

“No!” You said. “You’re so pretty! Can I… Can I touch your wings? I’ve never met a person with wings before.”

He regarded you warily, but said, “Okay, but only for a minute. Mother says our wings are a sign of divinity, that they make us holy.”

“Divine? Like an angel?”

“What’s an angel?”

You tried to explain what an angel was to him, but he just looked confused.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Do you want to touch my wings or not?” He asked impatiently.

“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed. You reached out tentatively and ran your fingertips gently down his proffered wing. He watched you carefully, his hands stilling in their work.

“Wow,” You breathed. “It’s so hard to believe they’re real.”

“Well, they are,” He sniffed, eyeing you. “It’s weird.”

“What is?”

“Well, I’ve never met a human, but my parents said they’re all cruel and heartless. They call your kind monsters, but you seem nice.”

“I am nice,” You replied. “I’m friends with everyone in town. I want to be your friend, too. Can I call you Rajan?”

“Why?”

“It’s a nickname!” You said. “It means we’re friends.”

“Oh,” He replied. “Yeah, I guess so. Can I give you a nickname?”

“Sure!”

“Alright, how about…” He looked around for inspiration and his eyes fell on the flowers in his lap. There were wild daisies, coneflowers, purple poppies, blanket flowers, black-eyed susans, and blush-pink primroses. “What about Primrose?”

“I love it!” You said excitedly. “Primrose and Rajan.”

Rajan giggled.

“What’s funny?”

“Well, my whole name, Geyarajan, means ‘king of songs,’” He replied, finishing the crown of flowers and placing it on his head. “But Rajan just means ‘king.’”

You giggled too. “I like that! You can be the king of the primroses! It’ll be a kingdom just for us!”

“Sounds fun!” He said. “Let’s play Kings and Flowers, then!”

“That’s not a real game!”

“Is too! I just made it up!”

The two of you played until it started to get dark, then Rajan escorted you home. He stopped about thirty feet away from the treeline, where you could hear your mother calling.

“I can’t go closer,” He said, still wearing the flower crown. He took it off and placed it on your head. “You should run home now. I’ll watch you to make sure you stay safe.”

“Alright,” You said brightly, standing on your tip-toe to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you again soon!”

He blushed and touched his cheek, frozen. You laughed joyfully and ran back to the garden behind your house.

“There you are!” Your mother shouted as you came out from around the house. “Where have you been? Look at the state of your dress!” She fussed. “It’s ruined! Do you know how long it took me to sew that?”

“Just make me a normal dress, Mama,” You said. “A plain one I can play in.”

“Nonsense,” Your mother said, taking your hand. “I’ll not have my daughter wallowing in the muck like some street urchin. To the bath with you!”

As she dragged you along into the house, your lovely flower crown slipped from your head and floated away on the breeze.

“Oh, Mama, my crown!”

“Leave it,” She said.

“Oh, but it was--” You stopped short before saying a present. You didn’t want your mother asking from whom. You watched as it floated into the road and was trampled by a passerby. Sighing with disappointment, you followed your mother inside.

Geyarajan became your best friend from that day on. You had to be careful, though; you couldn’t go too deep into the forest for fear of dangerous creatures and he couldn’t get too close to the village, or he’d be seen and possibly captured by the townspeople. As such, you could only see each other once a week or so, and on the days you agreed to meet, often you’d sneak out to play for a few hours after bed.

Having a secret friend was thrilling. It made you feel special and important. He’d told you that he hadn’t told his parents about you, either, because he didn’t want them to be mad at him for getting so close to humans. It was as if the pretend kingdom the two of you built together was real, and you were the only two in it.

It didn’t take long at all for you to develop a crush on Geyarajan, and it seemed to be mutual. He always held your hand whenever the two of you walked together and you often gave him quick pecks on the lips to see the surprise and delight on his face. It was the pure, innocent love of childhood, and though your time together was limited, you were both happy.

Of course, secrets are never meant to last.

Time passed. One evening when you were eleven, after you’d snuck out to see him, the two of you were stargazing in a clearing, making up constellations, your fingers intertwined loosely.

“See there,” He said. “That’s the raven. It’s good luck.”

“Who says?” You asked, laughing.

“I say!” Rajan said. “I’m a king, aren’t I?”

“Oh, right,” You replied. “Papa calls that the eagle. And that’s the dog star.”

“Why do they call it the dog star?”

“I don’t know,” You said. “Tell me another one.”

He squinted. “I can’t see it all that well from here. I usually look at the stars from up in the trees. It’s harder to see them all clearly on the ground like this.”

“How high up do you go?”

“The top, obviously,” He said, sitting up and pointing straight up to a nearby oak tree. “The tallest, strongest branch. That’s the best place.”

“I’d be scared to go that high,” You said, shivering a little.

“I could help you,” He said. “I’d fly you up there.”

“Aren’t I too heavy?” You asked him skeptically. “I was the last time you tried to lift me.”

“That was a year ago! I’m much stronger now.” He hopped to his taloned feet and flexed his skinny arms. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you took his hand.

“Come on, you trust me, right?”

You straightened up and smiled at him. “Yeah, of course I do.”

He grinned back. “I won’t be able to take off from the ground,” He said. “We’ll have to climb up a little ways so I can do a drop. I’m really good at those.”

You frowned at the thought, but since he knew way more about flying than you did, you didn’t argue. Swallowing down your nervousness, you followed him up the tree.

You hadn’t known how to climb a tree when you first met him; your mother had forbade such things. Geyarajan had decided immediately that it was inappropriate for anyone to be unable to climb a tree and taught you how to do it the second time you met. You got pretty scraped up the first few times, which you had a hard time explaining away. Now, you were an expert. You were even able to keep leaves and dirt off of your nightgown.

Of course, Geyarajan was much faster than you, since he’d been climbing trees before he could even walk. We was already on the branch he planned to launch from, waiting patiently for you to catch up. He wasn’t above heckling you, though.

“Are all humans as slow as you?” He teased. “I could be halfway to the coast by the time you get up here.”

You stopped for a moment to blow a raspberry at him. In the few seconds that you were distracted, you misstepped, your foot sliding out of your evening slipper and catching you off balance.

Geyarajan leapt, reaching out to catch you, but he was too late. You fell straight down, landing on your right leg. It snapped in half upon impact. The pain shot up your body and struck your brain, and you screamed like you never had before. Geyarajan landed next to you, panicking, trying to figure out what to do. You were crying too hard to speak.

“Hold on, Primrose, hold on,” He lifted you as carefully as he could and began to run through the woods. The pain and smell of blood made you violently sick. “I’m taking you home, just hold on.”

“No!” You managed to gasp. “You can’t go there!”

“I won’t be able to stay, but I can get you there, I promise,” He said.

“No!” You said, beginning to struggle, squealing as the movement made the pain worse. “They’ll kill you! You can’t go to the village!”

Geyarajan stopped in his tracks, breathing hard and looking toward the village and back into the forest.

“I’ll get into a lot of trouble, but there’s only one other place I can take you,” He said, sweating and shaking with fear. “Hold on to me. We’ll be there soon.”

What happened next was a blur of pain, color, noise, voices, and a terrible sick feeling throughout your body, the only familiar thing through all of it was the sound of Geyarajan’s voice and his hand holding yours. At some point, you blacked out completely.

You woke up to the sound of screaming. You were lying in the back garden of your own home, a large, grey feather in your hand, and your mother rushing over to you, checking you frantically.

“Oh, god, are you okay?!” She asked. “Where have you been? What happened to you?” She saw your leg and shrieked. “Who did this to you?!”

Her shouting had attracted the attention of several men, all of whom looked tired and held burned out torches. One of them dropped their spent torch and lifted you up, carrying you into the house. There was noise and shouting and confusion all around you, made worse by your mother’s constant shrill crying in the background. You let them do as they will in silence, clutching Geyarajan’s feather.

Your leg hurt, but nowhere as badly as it had before. You looked down and saw to your surprise that the leg had been wrapped set, wrapped in cloth to stem the bleeding, and was in a makeshift splint made of straight wooden rods and vines.

The physician was called and examined your leg. During this time, you learned you’d been missing for four days. The men with torches were part of the search party, tirelessly searching the woods for any trace of you. When they found blood on the grass and a fragment of your clothes, along with several large feathers, they thought some massive monster had gobbled you up.

The physician determined that your leg had been expertly set, however, meaning it was no monster that had taken you. Since you couldn’t remember most of your time missing, you kept silent, which made everyone grim-faced. They assumed the worst and decided someone had taken you and kept you in the woods somewhere, and you were so traumatized by the incident that you’d blocked the entire event out. You couldn’t exactly argue with them, but you knew Rajan would never hurt you. Not that you could tell them that.

The search began anew, only this time it wasn’t retrieval. It was revenge. You wished you could tell them that it wasn’t necessary, you wanted to stop them, but you couldn’t do anything without telling them about Rajan and his people, and you had promised never to do so. So you could only watch anxiously as the townsfolk worked themselves into a froth, looking for a predator that didn’t exist.

Bedridden and helpless to stop the villagers from their crusade, you spent many nights crying and wishing you could see Rajan. It was too dangerous now; you thought you wouldn’t see him for a long time. You were surprised when, a week later, Rajan came straight to your window late one night. He opened it and hopped down.

“Rajan!” You breathed, elated, and reached out your arms to embrace him from the bed. He stayed out of your reach. You couldn’t see his face well in this light, but his body radiated distrust.

“How could you?” He said whispered, pain seeping into his voice. “I thought you were my friend. How could you do this to me?”

You dropped your arms. “Wha… How could I what?”

“You know what!” He retorted angrily, his voice rising in anger. “You told them! You told the humans about us! You told them where to find us!”

“I didn’t!” You replied, stricken. “I would never, you know that! I never told them anything!”

“Liar!” He snapped. “Men came! They set fire to our colony! We have no home now because of you!”

You ignored the pain in your leg and swung around to sit up properly. “I didn’t tell them anything! I don’t even know where your colony is! I’ve never been there!”

“You’re lying! You were there! My parents cared for you, they fixed your leg! This is how you repay their kindness?”

“What?” You replied, confused. “I… no, I… I don’t… I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything. The last memory I have before waking up in the garden was you carrying me. We argued because I didn’t want you to come to the village. I was worried you’d get hurt--”

“Stop,” He said, raising a hand. “Enough of this. My parents were right. You can never trust a human.”

“Don’t say that! How could you have so little faith in me? We’ve been friends since we were little! I’d never do anything to put you or your family in danger, you know that! Why would I do that?”

The light from the moon caught his face, and the pain in his eyes stopped your heart.

“You tell me.”

He climbed up onto the windowsill, walked out on the roof, unfurled his wings, and took off. You fell to the ground with a loud thump. Your father came in to find you sobbing in anguish. He lifted you and put you back to bed, petting your hair and telling you it would be alright. But it wouldn’t.

You decided that once you were healed, you’d go and find Rajan and keep protesting your innocence until he believed you. You didn’t count on your parents’ plans.

Another week passed, and your mother came into your room.

“How are you feeling, love?” She asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. You’d been sullen and depressed since Rajan’s visit. Everyone assumed it was because of your disappearance and you made no attempt to correct them. The guilt of his family’s home being destroyed weighed heavily on your mind. If only you hadn’t tried to climb that tree.

“I’m sorry, darling,” She said. “I can’t believe monsters were living right next door to us in the woods. It’s become too dangerous in this place. Look at what they did to you!”

“They helped me!” You shouted. “They’re not monsters!”

Your mother rounded on you, her face pinching in suspicion. “How would you know that? What do you know about them?”

You scowled at her and remained silent.

“I knew you were lying when you said you couldn’t remember anything.” She stood up and looked down her nose at you. “That does it. We’re moving to Dunmountain.”

“What?!” You cried. “No! I don’t want to move!”

“The decision has already been made,” She told you, pulling out your luggage and starting to pack. “Your father and I can’t abide those disgusting creatures living so close.”

“But there are people like them in the city!” You argued.

“There are rules for them there,” Your mother said. “Most of them are ring fighters or laborers. They don’t practically nest in the backyards of decent people.”

“Who said you were decent?” You screamed. “You can’t make me go!”

“Who’s going to stop me?” She shouted back. “Your father has agreed. We’re going!” She threw your bag on the floor next to your bed. “Pack your things yourself!” With that, she turned and walked out, slamming the door behind her and leaving you to weep bitterly into your blanket.

You had no choice. Within the month, you were all packed and in a wagon headed to the city. You had become withdrawn and quiet, unlike the girl you had been before. Your father worried over you, but your mother told you to suck it up and get over it. New city, new life, new start.

She was more right than she knew. In the city, you were a new person. The cheerful child that was friends with everyone she met was gone. You were shy, introverted, and taciturn, only speaking when spoken to. You found it difficult to make friends and were quick to tears.

Your mother, in an effort to desensitize you to “monsters,” took you to the gladiator’s ring and made you watch them fight each other. You hated it; the sight of them viciously attacking each other for no other purpose than to entertain humans made you physically ill.

As you got older, the people of your neighborhood began to call you the monster girl because of your tendency to go to the ring and talk to the fighters. Just talk. Some of them were willing participants, but there were others who were forced to fight. People with debt, criminals, the homeless, the mentally ill; anyone society deemed abnormal. Their jailers seemed to forget that they were still people.

You’d often sit outside of their cells and talk to them, comfort them, even write down messages to give to their loved ones. Your mother despaired of you, and the humans thought you were weird, but the creatures of the fighting ring called you an angel.

One day, when you were nineteen, there was a new arrival at the jail, a young woman with wings and bird feet. When you were told, you immediately went to see her first.

“Hello?” You called softly, tapping gently on one of the bars.

“Who are you?” She asked.

You told her your name. “I come here to talk to the fighters and help them when I can. What’s your name?”

“Aashiyana,” She replied. “You can help me?”

“I can try,” You replied. “Why are you here?”

“I caught a deer in a field near my home,” She said. “It was apparently owned by a nobleman or something. What kind of person owns a deer?”

“People with too much money,” You replied, laughing. “How long is your sentence?”

“Until my fine is up. Six months, I think they said.”

“How much is the fine?”

“300 gold.”

“That’s highway robbery!” You exclaimed. “Let me see what I can work out.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” She said. “This city is stifling. I hate it here.”

“So do I,” You replied, standing. You were about to turn and leave, but you were compelled to ask. “By any chance, do you know a boy named Geyarajan?”

Aashiyana sat up straighter and peered at you. “I did know a boy by that name, yes.”

Your heart hammered in your throat. “Did?”

“He doesn’t go by that name anymore. His name is Gaveshan now.”

“Why did he change his name?” You asked.

“How do you know him?”

“He saved my life years ago. He… was my friend.”

Her eyes widened and jaw dropped. “Are you Primrose?”

Your expression matched hers. “Yes! How did you know about that?”

“We met!” She said, her eyes lighting up. “Your leg was broken and my mother set it. She was the colony’s healer. You stayed in the colony with us until she felt it was safe to move you.”

“I don’t remember,” You told her. “I don’t remember anything. I was with Rajan when I broke my leg, and then I passed out. When I woke up again, I was back home and I’d been missing for four days. I don’t know what happened during that time.”

Aashiyana frowned. “You don’t remember me at all?”

You shook your head sadly. “I’m sorry. What happened to the colony?” You asked her, putting a hand on hers around the bars. “Rajan told me that it was burned, but he didn’t give me any details.”

“Men came out of the forest with torches. They set fire to everything. We had to flee with nothing. Some didn’t make it.”

“Oh, god,” You said, covering your mouth in horror. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t fallen out of the tree…”

“Did you tell the men how to find us?”

“No! I swear I didn’t! I don’t even remember being there!” You said. “I swear, Aashiyana, I swear on my life.”

He deep brown eyes searched yours for a moment, a discerning look on her face, and she said, “I believe you.”

Your face crumpled as the tears began to flow. “Thank you.” You wiped your face on a handkerchief and straightened yourself. “Let me see what I can do for you. I’ll get you out of here.”

“Thank you,” She said.

It took some time, but you managed to make a deal with the judge. It was a lucky thing that your parents were in good standing with the stadium, as your father was a financier, so you were able to pull a few favors. You returned to Aashiyana’s cell three days later and directed the jailor to open the door.

“What’s happened?”

“I’ve made a deal,” You said. “You’re free of the fighting ring, but in exchange, you must work. I’ve made arrangements for you. I’ll tell you about it once we’re in the carriage.”

“Carriage?”

You took her by the arm. “Come on.”

Outside the jail, a carriage was indeed waiting for you. You opened the door and assisted her in getting inside, as the steps weren’t built for her large claws, and got inside after her. The carriage began to move.

“So what deal did you make?” She asked.

“You are to be my personal servant for the remainder of your sentence.”

She balked. “What makes you think I want to be a slave any more than a punching bag?”

“I have no intention of giving you any order,” You told her. “But if you wouldn’t mind, I’ll like you to take me to see Geyarajan. Or Gaveshan, I guess.”

“Do I have to stay with you?” She asked, eyeing you.

“Of course not,” You replied. “You’re free to go as soon as we get out of the city limits, as far as I’m concerned. I have no intention of ordering you around.”

“Can’t you get into trouble for this?”

“Of course. The penalty for assisting a criminal escape is taking their sentence plus five years.”

“If you know that’s going to happen when you come back, why would you do it?” She asked you, horrified.

“Simple. I’m not coming back.”

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