#takei said people with long hair rights

[witchtoon]

11/26/23. 3 dreams i remember. i think the first two were in the same universe

1. had a dream i was like hired to make a non evil ai or computer system because the former tech wizard who was someone from the candy kingdom shot his sister in the back of the neck? the way it was said i dont know if it was like an actual gun or like something different. i found out there was a giant purple worm that was causing earthquakes that was just going through tunnels below everything

2. had another where i was looking for someone who was using a hammer and i was asking if it was right handed or left handed and they told me that he was using something called a “decade experienced hammer” which you could only use if you were stupid OR ambidextrous

3. i went back to sleep and had another dream. mars (my best friend) was there and we were in some weird space that had a nintendo shop and we were clearly in new york but we were also crazy close to new hampshire for some reason? like you could see it from the nintendo store. it was like 10:40 so we were like ok we gotta be fast and so we went into the nintendo store and they took us to this restaurant and we were eating there with someone who was talking about how they recently got into a relationship with someone named geno. the reason we were at the nintendo store was because mars was replacing something an ex from high school took from her it was like socks or something. and then we drove over to this beach area with a bar and george takei was there and he spilled something and caught it in his hat and then said he owned a rollercoaster museum nearby and mars started explaining it to me and i was like what do you mean he owns a museum thats george takei. and then after a bit he disappeared and i asked mars if she wanted to go to new hampshire for a bit just to look around and see what it was like and she was like yeah im down and then we were driving there in my truck and the dream ended. there was also a part where we were at some little like sitting area next to stores i think it mustve been like an outdoor seating area for some restaurant and the people next to us were doing some kind of magic show and they kept calling people from my table up and then the magician said “i now summon trisha payta’s disembodied teet to the stage!” and some old short guy with long blonde hair walked up and was like that would be me

[momofilu]

I was thinking about how Anna must feel about her husband going around with the biggest anime cleavage there is

#funbari no uta #shaman king #anna asakura #yoh asakura #i love them so much #anna gives me life #where do i get a wife like her? #cleavge #lol #takei said people with long hair rights #and i thank him for that #my art

[batwhimpix]

An Interview with Former Takarazuka Top Star Asumi Rio: The Laidback Personality Behind the Handsome Face

(Translated by me 8/19/2021)

While still a member of the Takarazuka Revue, Asumi Rio was known for her sensitive acting which digs deep into the heart of each role, her crystal-clear vocals, and her captivating stage presence. As the top star of Flower Troupe, she gained an immense level of popularity. Now, it has been one year since her retirement from the company. She has expanded her repertoire from stage to screen, and continues to showcase new sides to her talent. In her first name-bearing variety program, the Hulu Original "Asumi Rio's Atelier," Asumi-san learns new tips and techniques to "step up" both her lifestyle and her design sense. Totally different from her intense onstage aura, this program offers a chance to get to know Asumi-san's soft and relaxed offstage persona.

It's been a year and a half since you left the Takarazuka Revue. How would you describe that period of time for you, Asumi-san?

When I was in the Revue, because I had managed to enter the world of Takarazuka, which was my absolute favorite place, I felt strongly that I didn't want to have any regrets. So I was very motivated to work as hard as I could to polish my craft. I was completely lost in it, but within that, I always had my fans cheering me on, and the guidance of so many around me. In the last year and a half, I've realized all over again just how precious a thing that was.

Until I left, my only experience was on the stage, so stepping into the world on screen for the first time, a lot of totally new forms of expression were expected from me, and I felt a lot of anxiety. Parting from Takarazuka and living as just one individual human, every day is full of challenges. But that said, every day now is also rich with new experiences and new possibilities, so I've come to face that with a lot of gratitude.

While you were in Takarazuka, there was a very clear image, that of a perfect "otokoyaku," to aspire to. Now that you don't have that anymore, what kind of actress are you aiming to become?

There are a lot of qualities I have now precisely because I was an otokoyaku, and I think it's probably okay for me to just embrace that. As top [abbrev. "top star", the starring otokoyaku actress in each troupe], I was in a position where I had to lead the troupe, watch over and guide all the other actresses, and shape each production as the lead actress. I think I've picked up a lot of grit through that experience, and even as a woman, I think having a bit of a masculine edge in your lifestyle and how you deal with things can be a positive, right?

Even when I was playing otokoyaku roles, moreso than aiming for a particular ideal, I came at each role separately, like, this time I'm playing this kind of man, next time I'm playing this kind of man. It was like a gradual broadening of my horizons. Now I'm simply adding female roles to that roster, so it's kind of like the scope of roles available to me has doubled. When it comes to my outward appearance, as my hair grows out and I transition toward a more feminine look, I've been having all kinds of new discoveries, like, "Oh, this kind of styling makes me feel like this." Within my drama roles as well, I like those discoveries like, if I do it like this, won't it be interesting, or if I do this, I can get viewers to say, "Oh!" I want to keep digging to find those little moments where I can really surprise people within each role.

Since your retirement from Takarazuka, what overall on-set experience sticks out the most in your memory?

I think that has to be the first show I had the opportunity to take part in, "Ochoyan" [NHK serialized telenovella]. Until I was on that set, I always thought that the stage was the most incredible place in the world. I would never find anywhere else where every member is so unified in their vision, where everyone has so much pride in their troupe and so much love for the production they're building together, as in Takarazuka. Even now, I still think Takarazuka is a very special place, and my love for it hasn't changed.

But on the set of "Ochoyan," like Takarazuka, there were so many staff working to create this thing, who truly loved the work and brought all kinds of skills to the table to bring it to life. Among the cast as well, the atmosphere during recording, where all of us in the Tsurugame Family Theater [the name of the theater company employing main character Takei Chiyo as well as Asumi-san's character Takamine Ruriko] really did feel like a family, wasn't that different from Takarazuka at all. On the contrary, because our time together was limited just to the recording of this show, it felt like everyone valued that time all the more. Being on a set like that was a huge experience for me.

In Takarazuka, you had a very hectic schedule. As soon as one production closed you were already thinking about the next. I'm sure your lifestyle has changed in a big way since then. What kind of feelings do you have about that?

I retired and moved here to Tokyo right around the start of the pandemic. During the lockdown, when I was in my house all day, I realized how long the day really is. Suddenly it was up to me to decide how to spend all this time in the day. I could use it to rest or, if I had some area I was struggling with, I could use it for training too. I had a renewed realization that depending on my own feelings, I could choose to change myself in any number of ways.

These days, how do you find yourself spending the majority of your time?

These days, I'm doing a lot of types of work I'm totally new to, and working on sets with people I've only just met, so I'm still in a place where I spend a lot of time nervous. When I'm on a set I haven't gotten used to yet, my antenna is going in all different directions, so after I get home I try to relax as much as possible. In order to fully refresh myself and go into work the next day in high spirits and ready to face whatever comes, I've been making a conscious effort to be kind to myself.

What activities allow you to refresh your batteries the most?

Zoning out, and eating delicious food.

On "Asumi Rio's Atelier," you gave steaming rice in a donabe [TN: earthenware pot traditionally used to steam rice, supposedly more delicious than steaming in a rice cooker] a try for the first time, but what kinds of things do you eat most often?

As long as it tastes good, I'll happily eat anything. I like vegetables, meat, fish, and I love carbs, too. Ideally, I want to eat a good balance of a lot of different things.

Speaking of that program, how were the topics for each episode decided? Were you able to make requests?

For "Atelier" we had the general framework that I would be trying different activities I was interested in from the onset, so basically they asked me, "What kind of things are you interested in? What do you want to try?" And then...Yeah, first I had about 30, then we added about 30 more, so in total about 60, ideas that we pitched. The program staff wanted to include as many of my requests as they could, so actually, within each episode there are probably three or four different ones. In addition to that, there's an interview in each episode that relates back to that episode's theme. I enjoyed the chance to reflect on my Takarazuka era and memories from my childhood.

On the topic of your Takarazuka era, in your first interview for us, you said, "I wasn't necessarily aiming to become top star." But within the system of Takarazuka, to climb all the way to top star, you must have been aware of something within yourself that made you want to aim higher?

Let's see...Ever since I was an underclassman, I had a strong drive to improve as an otokoyaku. I wanted people to find my performance interesting, and I wanted to be seen as a necessary part of the production. I wanted to act a lot, and I wanted to sing a lot of songs that I love. I wanted to bathe in the spotlight, and I was happy when I got to wear more gorgeous costumes. If I really think back on those feelings now, first in the shinjinkouen junior performances featuring only actresses who have been with the company seven years or less, and then in performances at the smaller Bow Hall theater next to the Takarazuka Grand Theater, inevitably I started aiming for the lead roles that would allow me to stand on stage for the longest every time.

Somewhere along that road, when I was told I was being transferred from the troupe I was first inducted into, Moon Troupe, to Flower Troupe, this feeling that I had wanted to be the Moon Troupe's successor welled to the surface. And since that's the same as saying, "I wanted to be the top star of Moon Troupe," that was the first time I became aware of that goal. Every troupe in Takarazuka has its own character, though, so after my transfer, I was desperate to hurry up and become an otokoyaku befitting Flower Troupe first...

So as you worked to further your artistic development, there at the zenith was top star.

If you were to ask my underclassman self, the Top-sans are unbelievably incredible performers, and the more shinjinkouens you experience, the more closely you come to understanding just how incredible they are. Then as you spend more years with the company and find yourself in a position where you're working directly under the Top-san, you realize how much work they're really doing, and...The more you know, the more you lose the ability to say something like "I want to be the top star" carelessly.

And yet, you bore the heavy responsibility of a top star for five-and-a-half years. It's hard to imagine from your usual laidback attitude, but when it comes to your art, you're incredibly diligent and strong-willed. That gap is captivating.

When it comes to theater, I'm very picky. I mean, I'm way too stubborn for one thing. Especially in productions where I'm playing the lead role, I always have really strong feelings about how I want to perform things, and I'm not in a position where I can hesitate to convey that. It's important to listen to the opinions of various other people too, but when it comes down to it, if I have a clear idea of the direction I want things to proceed and direct things with that in mind, it makes things easier for everyone else, so I always tried to communicate my thoughts clearly and directly. If I'm delivering consistently good work, there's a persuasive power to that. Not only do the underclassmen naturally follow along, but the staff listen and respond to my requests as well.

But when you're making this kind of production, you do have to be pretty strict. But then, the real me is more of a people pleaser. I want everyone to like me, or more like, I don't want to be disliked. I didn't want the younger underclassmen to feel like I was unapproachable or like they couldn't talk to me because I was the top star. I wanted them to think of me like family. So outside matters relating to work, I tried to give off as relaxed a vibe as possible. Definitely, I think there was quite a gap between "on" and "off" for me.

Are there a lot of differences between "Asumi Rio the otokoyaku" and "Asumi Rio the actress?" How about between your stage name persona and your private self under your birth name?

I've lived under my stage name for so much longer than my birth name that I feel like, at this point, the parts of myself that belong to my real name are few and far between. I do have the feeling that, in some respect, I've grown up together with my stage name. In essence, while I was in Takarazuka, I didn't worry too much about creating a separate persona. Thanks to the kindness of my fans and the environment I was in, I felt like I could leave my otokoyaku persona on the stage and stay pretty close to my natural self everywhere else. I guess the only thing is, when I'm alone in my house, I revert to goblin mode. (laughs wryly) Like I'll have trouble getting myself to go take a bath, or I really should clean but my back hurts, etc., etc.

By contrast, now that I've graduated from being an otokoyaku, a lot of the things I'm doing as an actress are total firsts for me, so I think I feel more discomfort with my presentation now than I did then. There are times when I get really nervous, and then I get disappointed in myself for feeling that way. Like, until just a little while ago, I was in a position where I was responsible for keeping everyone's morale up. I would get up on that stage like, "It's alright, just leave it to me," so what am I all anxious for now? I often think about how much I still have to learn, and how badly I want to hurry up and learn it so I can show the results of my efforts.

Is there a particular ideal you're currently pursuing? What kind of actress do you want to become, and what kind of woman?

Since leaving Takarazuka, I've had a lot more opportunity to meet all kinds of new people. On every set I've been on, each of the actresses I meet has their own unique aura, and seeing their acting up close, I'm blown away by each of them. Among the staff as well, there are so many different kinds of professionals of all ages, and I often find myself inspired by their work ethic and lifestyle. I'd like to continue to enrich my life by learning from the amazing people I meet and experiencing many new things, and work to become a more fully rounded human being.

*Bracketed notes not marked "TN" (Translator's Note) were present in the original article.

#mirio #asumi rio #takarazuka og #takarazuka #this interview is super detailed so i've been wanting to translate it for a while #she's such a stubborn person but i kind of admire that about her?? #must have been hell to work with at times tho #but such a calming presence offstage lol #hanagumi #tkz #og #mytranslations

[eldri-sv]

3 - Aizawa

Kaori Shinsou has always been fascinated by people's minds. She is one of the best students in her Criminal Psychology course at U.A. and - being the lucky girl she is - her professor is not only one handsome dude, but is also working on the case of the serial killer Stain - a case that has been going on for years. As she is about to become Professor Aizawa's TA during the next term, a lot of other interesting cases start popping up all over the country...

AU, OC x Aizawa

Trigger warnings: mentions of death and murder

(possibly incomplete, if you’d like something added, please let me know)

Pick your path and I'll pray

(Fleetwood Mac - Gold Dust Woman)

"So, to repeat some of our main points. Why is it just as important to have a profile of the victim as having a profile of the perpetrator?"

Aizawa let his eyes wander through the rows of students. Most of them were still jotting down notes. One student had her hand up. Aizawa acknowledged her, but decided to ignore her hand. He knew that she would have the answer - and she'd also have the best answer possible. Precise, to the point and entailing all the things he wanted to hear. He would not call on Kaori Shinsou right now.

His eyes stopped at a student chewing on her pencil and looking like she was focusing on something she had written down. She wasn't. Aizawa knew exactly that she was hiding her phone behind her book and was texting someone. He could see the damn reflection in her glasses.

"Nishiyama. Enlighten us." he said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shinsou drop her hand and shoot Nishiyama an annoyed glance. He didn't show any sign that he had noticed, but inwardly he smiled. He got some strange kick out of her annoyance about someone else being called on.

He focused on Nishiyama again. She looked taken by surprise for a second, but quickly got a hold of herself. She put down her pencil and looked straight at him, not breaking eye contact. He had caught her and she knew that he knew. He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for an answer.

"Uhm... the victim profile... well, it's important to find out why the perpetrator chose a certain victim... establish a motive." she answered and gave him a smile full of fake confidence. Aizawa nodded.

"Correct. But incomplete. Miss Shinsou, you wanted to answer up, didn't you?" he replied without looking at her. He could hear some movement from the other side of the room, as he turned to look at her. She had a smile on her face and leaned back in her chair, a pencil between her thin fingers.

"Yes, Sir. We need victim profiles to assist with contextualizing allegations of victimization and to help support or refute allegations of victimization. It is also needed to help establish the nature of a victim's exposure to harm or loss. We don't only care about the perpetrators, we also care about their victims. Victim profiles help to establish an investigative suspect pool and they can help with linking unsolved crimes. And of course, as Nishiyama already mentioned, they can give information on an offender's modus operandi and on his motive." she explained, as if she had known all this all her life. If Aizawa had to name anyone that was going to be a promising Criminal Psychologist later on in life, it would be her. Kaori Shinsou.

"Excellent, Shinsou. It seems you actually prepared for the lesson today. I wouldn't expect any less from you." he commented. For a second there was a wholehearted smile on her face, as she heard his praise. She quickly composed herself and nodded with a neutral expression, as Aizawa noted with a hint of disappointment.

"Now, there are two types of exposures linked to crime. Anyone want to summarize what they are?" he asked the class. Of course Shinsou's hand was up again. She had gotten her time to shine already, however. No matter how much Aizawa enjoyed hearing her eloquently summarize what he just taught them.

"Kawano." he said. Kawano was a tall and lanky young man, who was usually dragging behind the rest of the class. His problem was how easily he got distracted. He could be reading a chapter in the textbook ten times and he'd only really get half of it. Aizawa didn't like judging anyone as a hopeless case, but he was very much inclined to do so with Kawano.

"Lifestyle exposure and situational exposure. Lifestyle exposure are potentially dangerous choices in a victim's everyday life because of biological and environmental factors and past choices. Victim situational exposure is the amount of actual exposure to harmful elements experienced by the victim that results from their environment or their personal traits at the time of the victimization." he answered.

"Very good, Kawano." Aizawa replied with a nod. Kawano's face lit up. He had trouble paying attention, but when he managed to stay focussed enough and get praise it usually gave him a very good confidence boost. Aizawa made a mental note of trying to use that to his advantage. Kawano maybe wasn't the best of his students, but he had a way with people, especially when the situation required empathy. It would be a shame to let that talent go to waste.

"We have not much time left, so here's the last one. Can anyone give me seven factors that affect the exposure and vulnerability of a victim?" he asked. He hadn't even noticed how quickly the time was passing. He found it too interesting to watch his students when they were put on the spot like this. He enjoyed seeing Shinsou's hand shooting straight up in the air almost any time he asked a question.

"Uehara, Kawano, Kendo, Suzuki, Takei, Hado and Shinsou. One each, in this order. Make it quick, we don't have all day." he said.

"The time the crime is committed."

"The location."

"If there are any potential offenders around, as in criminal, violent and aggressive individuals."

"Whether any criminal activity is taking place in the proximity."

"Drug and alcohol use."

"How easily weapons are available."

"Victims state of mind or the perception of that as witnessed by bystanders before, during or after an attack."

"Good work, everyone. Class dismissed. Remember your assignments for next week. I also want you to look at chapter seven of your textbooks and questions 1-5. Take some notes, if you don't feel confident on the content." Aizawa said, wondering how many students had actually heard what he had said. Most of them were busy packing up their things and leaving.

"Shinsou, would you mind staying for a few minutes? I'll need to have a word with you." he said, as some of the students had already left. Whenever he had a student staying after class, Aizawa tried not to make a big deal out of it. He knew well enough himself what it felt like to be told to stay behind.

Kaori Shinsou glanced up at him, a concerned look on her face. Aizawa wondered whether he should let her know that she was not in trouble, but he figured that she'd find out soon enough. When he didn't react to her worried look, she quickly brushed a strand of her dark hair out of her face and continued packing up her books and notes.

Aizawa retreated behind his podium and looked at his laptop. There were two new emails, one of them related to the case from this morning. He decided to look at that later, checking his calendar instead. He knew he had planned to meet up for lunch with some people, but he just couldn't remember when and where...

"Mr. Aizawa?" he heard a calm voice ask. He glanced over the screen of his laptop and saw Shinsou standing there, a nervous look on her face.

"Just a second. Don't worry, you're not in trouble." he told her and went back to his calendar. Oh, there it was. Lunch with Kayama and Yamada at the Udon place three streets further. He did have a bit of time before that, maybe just enough to have a look at those emails. He almost debated letting Shinsou have a look at some of the evidence. He was curious to hear her opinion.

But it was an ongoing investigation (even though it had been ongoing for years and a fresh perspective might be helpful) and it wasn't up to him to involve one of his students in this, no matter how good she was at what she was doing. He glanced back at her. She was busy adjusting the strap of her bag that was slung around her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice him looking, so Aizawa took the chance to take a longer look at her.

She looked pale and had dark circles under her eyes. He'd scold her for not getting enough sleep, if he wasn't himself guilty of that. There were some light freckles showing on her cheeks. Her eyes were dark and looked even bigger due to how pale she was. She had dark hair that had a somewhat purple tint, but was leaning more towards black. It was tied up in a ponytail, but a few strands of hair always managed to escape. Her hands were petite, but with long and slender fingers. There were ink stains all over them. Shinsou was a great student, but she could be sloppy as hell.

"Sir?" Aizawa heard her say. He looked away from her hands and into her eyes. She still seemed nervous. Poor thing.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought." he replied. She nodded.

"What is this about, Mr. Aizawa?" she wanted to know.

"Two things. Firstly, this is about your assignments." Aizawa replied. Shinsou sighed. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

"I know, Mr. Aizawa. I'm trying, really, but when I start them and I see them there, I just can't seem to get into them anymore. Are they really that bad when I do them last minute?" she asked. Aizawa felt a little pang in his heart when he saw how desperate her eyes looked. This whole procrastination issue was really bothering her, huh?

"They're not bad at all, Miss Shinsou. Your assignments are perfectly fine. They regularly exceed my expectations. What I'm worried about is that you seem extraordinarily stressed any time there are several exams due. You're less focussed during those days and I'm concerned that it will influence your performance in the long run." he explained. There really wasn't anything wrong with her assignments, at least not the ones in his course. He had heard that some assignments in other courses had been suffering, however, and that wasn't something he'd let slide that easily.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I'll try my best to get my brain to work earlier than the night before the assignments are due." she said with a smug grin.

"You're my best student, Shinsou. I'd hate to see you struggle to keep that up." he replied, taking in how her lips curved with that smug expression on her face. He had to admit that she was objectively attractive.

"Of course, Sir. What was the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked. Aizawa looked down at the time on his laptop. He'd still have enough time to explain the whole thing. Good.

"I've seen you applied to be a teacher's assistant next year. I'm not really looking for anyone, but I'd like to take you on as a TA. I think it might help you with your procrastination and it could give me some time to catch up on sleep. What do you think?" he suggested. Aizawa had never had a need for a teacher's assistant. In his opinion they were causing more problems than they were solving. He trusted that other people could do a good job of things, but he didn't trust other people to do his job well. He would make an exception for Kaori Shinsou, however.

"Sure, if you really wouldn't mind. You know this is my best subject and I really would appreciate the extra insight into it." she replied, looking at him cautiously, as if she was expecting him to be joking.

"Good. I'll talk to the Principal about this. I've been put in charge of one of the classes for basic training, first years. I'll have to take them to a specific search and rescue training on Wednesday and since I'll be stuck with them until the end of their 3-year training, I thought it might be a good idea for you to accompany me. As a TA you'll most definitely help with their lesson planning and their papers, so getting to know them a little might be a good idea. And you'll be having that day off anyway, so unless you have other plans..." he trailed off. God, he wasn't used to talking so much.

"Are you... are you sure that's okay? Me coming with you?" she asked. He just shrugged. He didn't know if it was technically okay and he didn't particularly care. No one would kick up a fuss about it, not if she was there with him.

"It'll be fine."

"Yeah, that does sound good. It will be interesting to see some extra rescue training, since the one we did in Criminology wasn't that extensive." she replied. There was a hint of excitement in her voice and her eyes lit up as she talked about it. Apart from that she seemed almost indifferent.

"Great. I'll send you the details via email then. That's all. Now head out and get some lunch, Shinsou." he said to her. She nodded and smiled a little.

"Thank you, Mr. Aizawa. I'll see you around." she replied and headed out of the classroom.

#inside your mind #aizawa #fanfiction #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa x oc #quirklessau #aizawa fanfiction #university #college

[melwritesbadly]

With Wings in All Black

After a tragic turn of events,  Kazama Kaori , AKA Hex,  has her  investigation swept out from under her by the #2 Pro Hero.  Reluctantly  she joins Hawks in the pursuit of justice. On top of trying  to solve the  biggest case of her career, Kaori is still a young woman  struggling to  find her place in the world. Life is turned upside down  as her  professional and personal lives start to blend.

Rating: T (subject to change)

Content Warnings: mild language, implied violence/death

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                                                 Missing Person

Name: Sakata Naomi

Date(s) of birth used: April 17, XXXX          Place of Birth: Otsu, Shiga Prefecture

Hair: Brown (may have been dyed red)       Eyes: Brown

Height: 167.3 cm                                         Weight: 60.6 kg

Sex: Female                                                 Race: Japanese

Quirk: Painless

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Three for Communion 

After the welcome departure of June, the rest of the meeting was spent going over everything she had acquired investigating on her own with Duke, and Hawks. 

All those missing were convicted of some crime at one time or another. All were relatively young, Takei Kenji being the oldest. All under-educated with dead-end jobs linking them to large crime syndicates. Strangely, after their disappearances the area noticed a steep decrease in reported criminal activity.

“At first I thought it was Vigilantes,” spoke Hex physically piecing together the  evidence on the large table in the conference room “But then Kenji reappeared. According to his mother he was acting differently.”

“People change.” offered Duke “Maybe he cleaned up his act?”

“Maybe so.” Hex paused shifting through her notes “But then this name came up.” she pulled the paper she had written ‘The Bard’ on.

“Who’s he?” asked Hawks, plucking the tab of the can he was holding. This was the first he was hearing about this mysterious figure.

“No idea” Hex shrugged. “I was hoping to catch some audio of Kenji talking about him at the bar last night but well.. you know…”

“Poor bastard” commented Duke shaking his head.

“You’re the one who found him right? I haven't read the report yet. How... did he die?” her voice dropped off.

Hex didn’t have much experience with the dead. She had been to one funeral in her life but her Deda had passed naturally, slipping away in the night. He had looked peaceful in a strange sort of way.

Hex doubted Kenji was at similar peace.

“Not the prettiest picture. Looked like he had been dumped where I found him. Very much like a statement but I’m no detective.” Duke leaned back in his chair clasping his hands on the table  “Anyway, he was nearly in pieces, strangely enough, whoever did him in left the hands.” He held his own up in a macabre example.

“Damage from the quirk is similar to the injuries a U.A.teacher sustained from a member of the L.O.V. when they attacked their training center last year.” added Hawks.

Nasty, Hex reminded herself to mentally brace for the pictures once she did get the postmortem report. 

“So much for his quirk.” Hawks took the last gulp from his can then zoomed it towards the bin at the other end of the room with a feather. His tone equally normal and used to such violence.

Hex frowned, she never wanted this to be normal for her. But, those were thoughts for later. Now... new thoughts and possibilities ran through her mind.

“If the League is somehow involved...” brushing a hand through her hair tilting her head in thought.

Her seemingly random encounter with the number 2 Hero made a little more sense now. It would certainly help people feel at ease knowing that someone like Hawks was on the case but Hex doubted that word of Kenji’s death, or the other disappearances, would ever be publicly released. 

If she didn’t know any better, and she did, Hawk’s involvement had to be something else. She sighed.

 “And here I thought it was altruism that brought you to the case. If The League is involved of course the HPSC would have their best on cleanup duty instead of someone like me.”

“So jaded Hex.” Hawks chimed “A woman after my own heart. I know it’s not pretty but let’s make the most of it yeah?”

“Yeah yeah.” she shuffled through her notes once more looking for her quick looks at each missing person. 

“So why kill Takei?” asked Duke

“You said it yourself, it looked like they were making a statement. Maybe if we can cross reference those missing with known league activity?” she paused, eyes darting back and forth between the papers trying to find the connection.

“Turf war?” she muttered to herself tapping her finger to her lower lip.

“I’ll have Mr. Condor look over these. If there’s a connection he’ll find it. The police are pulling the phone records for that burner. Should have those by tomorrow.” Hex assumed Mr. Condor was another one of Hawks’s sidekicks.

“Then we can start knocking on doors and knocking heads!” added Duke punching his palm. Hex nodded, feeling useful and confident for the first time since she started looking into this matter.

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She parted with the Hero’s some time later and posed to meet Mayu for a promised dinner with her advance pay June, her new manager, provided her.

The two sat at their table picking at their food and sipping their drinks.

Kaori listened to Mayu go on about a woman who kept coming to her bar and asking her out. She simply nodded and continued to listen to her friend go on about her much simpler life compared to her own.

“It’s going to be so weird without you around.”

“I’m barely at the apartment anyway. Just a few days here and there. Just like a regular 9-5 In a weird sort of way I guess.” Kaori chuckled. “I’m a commuter now.”

“Only you’re a commuter who kicks bad guy butt!” Mayu punched the air, “Seriously though. I know I’ll miss you, but like... Are you ok with this?”

Kaori sighed

“Not ideal, but it’s a means to an end.” She paused “Better get used to the idea of Hero reporters skulking around the apartment though.”

Mayu rolled her eyes and drummed her hands on the table.

“It’s not going to be that bad, besides,” she flicked her hair “I’m always ready for the paparazzi!” 

Kaori laughed.

“Yeah you thrive off the attention. You’re like the neediest houseplant.”

“All the more reason for you to hurry up in Fukuoka and come home and drown me with your affection and company!”  Kaori playfully kicked her friends legs under the table.

“If you're going to be that lonely, invite a friend over.” shooting the bluenette a coy look.

“PB! How spicy of you to suggest” May shimmied her shoulders  but then dropped them “To be honest, I’m in a bit of a slump.” pouting, rolling a bit of napkin into a tight ball fiddling with it between her fingers.

“Well what about that girl you were talking about earlier? The one from the bar, you said she’s cute and you seem interested?”

“I don’t know.” she sighed “She’s said she’s just visiting- so nothing long term.” 

“When has that stopped you before, Yu?” Kaori smirked, gnawing on the little straw in her drink. Mayu grinned in return.

“It hasn’t, but…I just-with my quirk she just seems so… it’s all muddy with sharp angles.”

“You really shouldn’t be using your quirk on strangers without their consent.” shooting her friend a stern look.

Mayu scoffed and held her wrists out.

“Arrest me then Hero.” Kaori swatted them away.

“Just do go prying where you shouldn’t be. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” 

“Ah, I’ll be fine. If it gets that bad you’ll come save me right? Hero?” Mayu flicked the napkin ball at her best friend. 

“Always, you brat.” Kaori tutted and tried to hide her smile.

“That’s me!” Mayu chirped “Think of the headlines PB!” another giggle.

“Local Hero saves hopelessly horny romantic who doesn't know how to leave well enough alone. More on page 3” Kaori sips her drink.

“Ha! Sounds about right. Oh!” she excitedly bounces in her seat “Then, then- the local tabloid will get hold of it and cast us as lovers. Our passionate affair revealed for all to see.”

“You have too much time to think of stuff like that Yu.” Mayu shrugged  cupping her cheeks in her hands.

“Well someone has to. I could be like your media guru. We should make you a twitter!”

“Ah pass.”

“Get with the times Hexy baby, all the pro’s have a twitter. Endevor has a twitter- your mom has a twitter!”

“Wait, seriously?” Kaori bobs her head back “How do you know my mom has a twitter?”

“We’re mutuals” she makes a little heart with her hands “Who else can I talk about my PB with?” Kaori sighs feeling her good mood sour.

“You mean spy on me.”  Mayu puffed up her cheeks and threw another napkin ball at her.

“Not spy, just talk. She misses you. Maybe you should…” Mayu trailed off knowing how gloomy Kaori got thinking about her parents. She watched Kaori press down her feathers at her neck then pinch her nose, eyes fixated on the condensation on her glass.

“I should call them huh?” Kaori seemed far away,  Mayu knew to tread carefully. 

When she had first met Kaori she had felt so buried. She’s certain her family hates her. But how can they? How can anyone hate her when she always tries her hardest. Even if she’s hard on herself too.

Even with her quirk, Mayu doesn't know much about the situation. All she knows is that Kaori feels selfish and guilty about whatever happened.

“Well, I mean, yeah that’s a good idea!” Mayu encouraged “That way you can warm them to not reveal your adorable baby photos to the press!” 

“I bet my mom would totally do that.” Kaori snorts leaning her elbows on the table and messes through her hair. 

“You can tell them the good news too!” Noting her friends pessimistic, but open, demeanor.

“Well I wouldn’t call it good news Yu.”  Mayu waved her off.

“It is good news PB. You get to work with the number 2 Hero!”

“Hooray.” Kaori dryly cheered, not anywhere close to as excited as Mayu was on the subject.

“That’s the spirit PB.” Mayu laughed, used to Kaori’s glib humor but noted the strange far off look in her eyes. “Hmm? What’s up?”

Kaori blinked, regaining her focus.

“Just, thinking I guess. You’re right Yu.” Mayu beamed.

“I’m always right PB, ‘bout what?”

“My parents, I should call them. I’m sure dad already knows but…” she trailed off continuing to mess with her hair as Mayu looked at her expectantly “It’s nothing, it’s fine I’ll try to call them in the morning.” Kaori fumbled with her words not really sure how to articulate her feelings on the matter.

Mayu reached over and clasped her hands around Kaori’s.

“Personal growth, proud of you PB. Ooo, I’m so excited for you! You’re going to be the next big thing! I know it!” she let go of Kaori’s hands and clapped her fingers together, giddy,

“Pshh, yeah sure. ‘Introducing your new number 1 Hero, Hex!’” Kaori mocked in a dramatic announcer voice “No thank you.”

“Well maybe not number 1 or 2…or 3-” Kaori cut her off.

“Your confidence in me is humbling.” That caused Mayu to laugh.

“ All I want is your first piece of merchandise, OK? Remember I wear a ladies medium.”

“Oh jeesh, I don’t even want to think about stuff like that.” Kaori sighed “I bet the manager is already cooking up insane publicity stunts to make my life miserable.”

“It can’t be that bad?”  Kaori made a scrunched up face.

“Well, I didn’t make the best impression and came out swinging. She is determined to brand me.”

“Brand?” Mayu tilted her head. “like cattle? Weird...”

“Err, uh,  It’s Hero jargon. She wants to market me because I fit the aesthetic of the agency.”

“Ah, because bird.” Kaori nodded at Mayu’s simple but accurate reasoning “Oh that reminds me! I was looking up bird facts this morning.” Kaori rolled her eyes.

“Oh this’ll be good.” waving for her friend to continue.

“Did you know, “ Mayu started putting her most matter of fact face on “that crows and the red-tailed hawk are natural enemies.”

“Oh, I know.” Kaori responded in a knowing lilting tone. Recalling how her inner instincts itched at her brain last night to flee or call for backup at being alone and ambushed on the rooftop with a predator Hawks. But he was more man than bird and was decidedly not a threat to her. Annoying, yes. Intimidating, no. 

“But!” Mayu started up again an even more exciting bird fact bubbling forth “But, ok. So red tailed hawks eat crows, poor babies. But a red shouldered hawk will work with crows to take down larger birds like owls and other birds of prey!” Mayu grinned and fluttered her eyes giving Kaori a coy look causing the dark haired woman to shake her head.

“Fine, I’ll bite. Which one is Hawks?” knowing that is where her friend was going with this entire line of thought.

“No clue, you’ll have to ask him for science.” she shrugged with a grin and a wink.

“Biology.” Kaori pointed trying to hide the small smirk hiding at the corner of her lips.

“Biology is still science! But I guess it doesn't matter friend, foe.  Either way sounds fun, though I personally would prefer being devoured.” Mayu rolled her eyes blissfully and Kaori felt a small flush on her neck kicking her friend's shin causing Mayu to laugh.

“And which would you prefer, Miss. Chickadee?” referring to the text she had spied that morning.

Kaori groaned and pressed her fingers to her eyes.

“Death.” Mayu cackled.

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A woman wearing an American Hero Association pin on her collar sits going over her notes of her time in Japan. This cyclitic system changes nothing. The flaws and cracks crumbling its foundation. Yet it persists…

She was sent here to learn, to find the best way to expand their influences over Hero society. 

Every mask she had come into contact with was so trusting. It was too easy to get them to talk, so easy she didn't even need to use her quirk to loosen their lips. 

It was boring. 

Boring, but still- Hakon needed her.

The front office buzzer signaled a visitor at the door. The hour was late but that didn’t matter. Her door was always open to any lost souls.

“Mr. Darma, please show our guest in.” 

Ben Darma did not have an AHA pin on his collar, instead he sported one with an indigo triangle on it. His hair was much shorter than it was 7 months ago. He filled out his clothes much healthier and he felt-

He felt...

He felt!

He felt

Content.

He had been so lost, so wayward. Now he had everything he needed. Ben wanted to give other people what they deserved, what they needed....

Ben Darma has never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Bard. 

Soon. Ms. Alice promises. He was so close to ascending to the next level. Just a bit more dedication then his true potential could manifest.

“May I help you?” Ben had opened the door revealing a tired young woman.  She was anxiously tapping her foot as she finished off her cigarette. She was skinny, tired, but notably used.

By society, by others, by her own vices. She was perfect for Bard’s teachings.

“Err uh,” Naomi paused mid drag. Honestly she wasn’t expecting anyone to answer. She had felt foolish giving in a bit to her own despair tonight. Sick of bruising her knuckles in alleys, sick of dodging the police, her family.

The sweet lull of a new life,  a better life was too hopeful a promise to beat down into her subconscious tonight. 

“Are you lost, miss?” the tall, well dressed man asked her.

“No, uh- I’m looking for Kenji? Is he here? He said he would be.”

The man before her was a foreigner though he spoke naturally. Sharp features that Naomi found attractive though his eyes were...unsettling. The hair at the back of her head stood up as she met his dull drooping gaze. Kenji had similar eyes though his were not so dark.

“Did Mr. Takei happen to give you his card?” He asked, unblinking. Naomi took another nervous drag from her cigarette and fished the now slightly rumpled business card out of her back pocket. The man took it from her and  quickly pressed out the folds in the card. 

“Very good, would you like to come in miss?” the man finally moved out of the doorway and held a hand out gesturing her inside the dark office space.

Stomping out the butt of her cigarette Naomi stepped inside.

Kenji had called his organization a type of charity but this place didn’t look like any soup kitchen or halfway house she had ever seen. Her escort brought her through what looked like an office  towards a woman who was standing next to a desk. She was tall, lean with straw blond hair and the bluest eyes Naomi had ever seen. 

“Welcome, are you lost?” the willow of a woman asked Naomi and she squinted pressing her lips into an unsure line. The question set her hair on edge again.

“No, not lost. I told your friend here, I’m looking for Kenji. He said he’d be here?” Naomi nervously tugged out her pack of smokes smacking the pack against her palm. The man stood behind her hands folded neatly and the blond woman eyed the pack of oral vices with an annoyed crease in her brow.

“Stop that.” the blond ordered and Naomi did. 

How rude of her fidgeting like she was. She was a guest in this place, she would need to be taught better manners. She found herself thinking with a strange buzz at the back of her head.

“I’m sorry Kenji isn’t here at the moment but you are welcome to wait for him.” the AHA woman motioned towards a door at the back of the office. “There is food in the back as well as some medical supplies if you’d like to fix your hands.” Naori subconsciously brushed along the cracked skin and smatterings of dried blood(some hers, some not). 

Naomi didn’t like the way her brain was fizzing. Her instincts were telling her something that she wasn’t quiet listening to.

“Ah, no thanks. Just wanted to talk to Kenji. It’s late anyway- I’ll come back tomorrow.” Naomi turned and was met with her tall angular faced escort.

“It’s no bother, please, stay.” Her mind buzzed again. Naomi thought they had  invited her in despite the late hour. Such hospitality should be respected and pursued to its fullest. How thoughtful. 

“I-I suppose I could wait for a few minutes…” she turned away from the man and shuffled towards the woman who placed a hand on her lower back.

“Very good. Now, what’s your name, lost little girl?” the blond asked sweetly. “My name is Alice.”

Don’t be rude Naomi, Alice was being so polite and friendly it’s only natural to do the same.

“Naomi.”

“Well Naomi, Mr. Darma here will take you to get something to eat while you wait for Kenji, how does that sound?” Naomi opened her mouth as if to protest but Alice saw her eyes glaze over as her quirk worked and simply nodded.

“Mr. Darma, speaking of Kenji, he hasn’t checked in has he?” asked Alice as she went through the motions of unlocking the deceptively complex lock. Ben nodded.

“Correct ma'am, he is still working on the outreach mission you sent him on.”

Alice hummed ushering in both Ben and Naomi and closed the door behind them snapping the locks into place.

Alice supposed she should be concerned. After all, a lot of resources and effort went into making Mr. Takei presentable and useful for their needs. If she really needed to know where Kenji was she could always contact Hakon. But if she did that… her little passion project would be exposed and the punishment severe.

Such delicate deceptions took time.

She had to be confident that Mr. Takei’s mission would be successful, he would be back soon. Alice organized her notes and quickly cleaned her desk, done thinking about Kenji Takei for the evening.

Besides, she had a new project waiting to be shaped and molded.

Smoking was such a bad habit,

Alice smirked once again going through the motions of unlocking the door slipping into her workshop to find her new medium.

But such an easy one to break.

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End Notes: oooo, very spooky. Anyway, I still have some stuff going on. If you follow me on tiktok I kinda explain a tiny bit what’s going on. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter I am unsure when part 4 will be up. I’ll try and post something to kind of fill the gaps until then though. Thanks for sticking with me.

Other notes: Deda is a nickname for grandfather in Russian.

Masterlist

#wwiab #bnha hawks #hawks bnha #mha hawks #hawks mha #hawks x reader #hawks x oc #keigo takami #takami keigo #original character #boko no hero academia #my hero acadamia

[askthenewhopespeak]

Torture is an Ineffective Tool (Part 2)

*Kaito and Tenko sit in the car of the secretary of Irija Dun, the CEO of Specucorp. She is, of course, driving them, but the destination is unknown.* 

So, where exactly are you taking us, lady?

Secretary: Would you quit asking that question?

Sorry, he’s an idiot. *She elbows Kaito and hisses* Just shut up, we know what to do if things go south.

*The car pulls up to a warehouse. The secretary exits, and beckons for the two to follow her. She leads them inside, where a woman sits, tied to a chair with a gag over her mouth. She looks almost exactly like the woman who drove them here- light brown hair, grey eyes... Tenko goes into a fighting stance, while Kaito balls his fists.*

The absolute fuck is-

*The captive squirms in her seat, as the ‘secretary’ approaches her, not bothering to do anything about the two teens nearby.*

‘Secretary’: Meet Dun’s actual secretary.

*Munakata steps out of a nearby door.* We’ve been holding her here for a few months. It’s been a lot of trouble, keeping her from killing herself. *He walks over to the captive and undoes her gag* And even more trouble to try and get her to reveal anything.

Captive: He will come for me. And he will kill you all! *Munakata gags her again.*

‘Secretary’: Your boss hasn’t even noticed the difference, even though I’ll admit, I’ve slipped up once or twice. Guess I’ve been lucky.

Tenko is so confused…

You and me both.

Children. Meet Kin Takei. Former member of Ultimate Despair.

Emphasis on former. I’m... looking to redeem myself in any way I can.

You were in the… the thing! The game thing! With Shirogane!

Yeah. I was. Like I said. I’m looking to redeem myself. Hopefully stopping… whatever’s being planned by Dun and his crazy minion here. Speaking of… *she pulls a few folders out of her bag and places them on a nearby table.* Here’s some financial records. Interesting stuff. Dun was really invested in snatching up the last bits of the Towa and Togami corps, and he’s using a lot of their resources to build a lot of weapons and other security tech. In fact, take a look at some of these shipments. A lot of this tech seems to be what that Invidia group’s using.

You’re bringing all this to the police, right?

The police are incompetent.

Not to mention I didn’t get this stuff legally. And Dun has a lot of good lawyers. 

So we’re playing vigilante to stop a group of vigilantes? That seems-

Hypocritical. I’m well aware. But we don’t have any other options.

Heard that one before.

Look, what’s all this leading to?

Not entirely sure. Despite a certain someone being given a lot of pain over the past few months, she refuses to tell us anything.

*Munkata once again walks over and removes the captive’s gag.* This is your last chance. Tell us what your boss is planning.

Captive: He plans to end this world, and bring about another. Invidia are only pawns. Distractions. The same goes for Hope’s Peak Academy, as well as the cult that attacked them. All is going according to his pl-

*The tip of a sword is shoved through her chest, and the captive slumps over dead*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

She wasn’t going to get more detailed than that.

Technically you don’t know that.

Believe me. I’ve dealt with people like her before. She’s like the despairs. Too devoted to her cause to be of any proper use. Either way, she did give us some good information. The cult… likely the people that attacked that candy store a while ago. Clearly more digging needs to be done on them. Takei, you’ll be infiltrating them when we find them, but until we do, you need to stay here.

Why?

Because. This corpse will be found just outside the city tomorrow morning. For all intents and purposes, not only is Kin Takei dead, but so is Noriko Inihara.

No. No. No, I’m done. I want out.

You’ll already be suspects for her murder. Which is why you’re going to get set up with alibis, she dropped you off at your respective homes. Tenko, your roommate was with you the whole night, the two of you were watching an anime, she’ll tell you which one. Kaito, you went out to drink and passed out at the bar down the street from your home. The bartender was there all night, and returned you to your home after the bar closed. Keeping those contacts even after Future Foundation crumbled was quite a handy move.

This is crazy, you’re crazy…

I’m prepared, there’s a difference. Now, I need you two to remain at Dun’s company. Stay as his bodyguards. Wait for more orders.

Did you not hear me? I said I wanted out, you lunatic!

Fine. Then your roommate will suddenly remember the hour long window where you left your home, claiming to go out for groceries, and, upon getting suspicious, will search your room, eventually finding a large knife, large enough to pierce a human torso with enough force behind it, with bloodstains on it that match this corpse’s blood type.

… you bastard.

There are no other options. Dun is dangerous. He clearly isn’t afraid to play dirty. So, I must be willing and able to fight fire with fire.

#kyosuke munakata #kaito momota #tenko chabashira #danganronpa #text post #kin takei

[megers67]

A Little Reunion

Okay, this is a fic about my most recent OC, Yoshimi (whose bio you can read about here with additional trivia here). I wrote it mostly to get a feel for writing him and I think, on the whole, I still have some things to shake out, but I still really like this character so hopefully I get to do more with him in the future. There are a lot of writing mistakes because I wrote it late at night. But since it was written more to get a feel for character, I don'tcare enough to put in the effort to clean it up.

Anyway, this is just Yoshimi running into a former student of his and maybe a little impromptu crime stopping on the side.

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Funai Yoshimi really liked summer break. For as much as he liked teaching and looking after his kids, he liked the breather that usually came with it. The summer was a longer break so most students went home for a much longer period of time rather than stay at the dorms. That meant that he had the place to himself for a good chunk of the break and that he had the time to just relax. For Yoshimi, that meant walking the nearby town and getting some reading done with some people-watching on the side. It was nice seeing the thriving life of people going about their daily business.

With that in mind, he found himself getting a coffee at a small bakery on his way to one of the larger parks when he spotted a familiar face. One of his former students was sitting at one of the outdoor tables at the corner of the property. She had been one of his brighter students a few years ago so he was already proud that he saw that she was in a police uniform.

While the young woman was distracted by her phone, Yoshimi walked over and tapped his cane on the leg of her chair to get her attention. “Hope you’re not on that thing while you’re on duty, Kiddo.” He distinctly remember having to be on her case all the time about her phone when she was his student.

Takei Ayumi blinked in surprise then looked up, already beaming since she recognized the voice. “Mr. Funai!” She stood to give him a big hug, which he returned as best he could with one hand on his cane, the other holding a large latte, and carrying a book under his arm. “Wait, is this how you dress when you’re not at school?”

“In the summer, yeah.” Yoshimi’s students usually saw him in a business casual brown suit, complete with a sweater vest and a tie. Right now however, he was in vacation mode. Socks and sandals, khaki shorts, and a loud shirt that had a pair of sunglasses tucked into the collar. Even his hair was different as his long hair wasn’t in the usual plain ponytail but had flowers braided into it. He even was careful to keep the strands of his grey streak together.

Takei gestured to a spare chair. “Sit! I’m on break so I have time to catch up!”

There was no way that Yoshimi would refuse, so he took a seat with his back to the corner so he could see the rest of the cafe then propped his cane against the table. “Are you enjoying police work?”

“Well, I only just made it through training so I’m still pretty new with all of it. I like it so far though! They assigned me a partner who has been on the force for about ten years so he’s showing me the ropes.”

The teacher took a nice long sip of his coffee. “Still going for detective? I know you talked about it a lot in your last semester with me.”

“Yeah! I still have several years of experience and as an officer and additional training to get through, but I’m on track. The Chief said that my quirk will come in handy so I might be able to assist in investigations early!”

“That’s great! How’s your quirk control?” Takei was one of those cases who had a quirk that wasn’t destructive or dangerous in any way, but very easily overwhelming. When she touched an object, she could automatically see the past 12 hours that object went through. It’s pretty much impossible to not be touching things at any point in time so it had taken a lot of work. Yoshimi, with support from the school got an old buddy of his from his hero days to make a bodysuit and gloves for her woven with the girl’s genetic material. This made it practically invisible to her quirk. Wearing it under her clothes meant there was a buffer between her and anything she could come into contact with. Whenever she did want to use her quirk, she could easily remove the gloves. That was the kind of assistance that going to Saisei could provide that the average person may not be privy to. Such support items were expensive, but were crucial for some just to live a normal life.

The woman held up her hands showing that she was still wearing her gloves. “Still going strong. I’m mostly working on extending the scope of it. I know you were working with me on the timing, stopping, starting, forward, backward, and the speed going through it, but now I’m working on my visual and audio range. If I can consistently get to a meter, I think that would be really amazing. Still got a long way to go on that front. Let me see your cane.”

Without question, he handed it over. Takei took off one of her gloves and clutched it. Her eyes glazed over as she began to rewind the last 12 hours. Yoshimi could tell she was just speeding through and not really looking judging by how quickly her eyes seemed to be moving. However, the officer’s expression changed, as if her curiosity was piqued and slowed down. After a moment or two, she chuckled and let go of the cane.

“Sensei, who was that guy on the train?”

“Some asshole who decided that he absolutely deserved a seat despite the fact that it was a full train and everyone who was sitting had a disability of some kind. I was even ready to accept that he had an invisible one, but he made sure to let everyone on that train know that he wasn’t, in his words, a cripple.”

“So you smashed his foot with your cane?”

The man just shrugged. “He seemed determined to need a reason to need a seat, so I gave him one.”

“Technically…. I could pursue assault charges for that. However, it wasn’t reported by anyone and neither I nor another officer witnessed it when it happened so I’ll just let you off with a warning this time, Sir. Just don’t do that again.”

“Duly noted, Officer.” Yoshimi gave a salute for good measure as his grin widened. He took his cane back and propped it against the table once more. Yeah, she was going to be just fine.

He saw another police officer coming up to them with a tray that had a couple of pastries and two coffees on it. The officer was younger than the teacher, likely in his early 30s. “Takei, who is this?”

“Sir, this is one of my teachers from Saisei! Funai Yoshimi.” She then introduced the other man to her former teacher. “Sensei, this is my partner, Okura Kosuke. He’s showing me the ropes now that I’m on the force.”

The two men shook hands as Okura took a seat. “So, Mr. Funai, what did you teach?”

“I’m a freestyle dance teacher,” Yoshimi replied with the unshakeable confidence. While the other man was utterly confused, Takei looked on in abject horror. She was hoping beyond hope that it would end there.

It did not. The teacher felt he hadn’t mortified his former student enough so he decided to flail his arms, making sure to bop his head to imaginary music as he did so for a full minute. It was… it was pretty bad.

After a few beats, Okura started laughing. Hard. There were tears and everything. “You, I like you,”  he managed after he regained his breath. “I need to remember that for when my son gets older!”

“The effect would be better if I was standing and my back would let me. Also, it’s good to throw in either a really old and outdated move or one that is really current and popular with the kids. Never fails.” To emphasize his point, Yoshimi gestured to Takei who was holding her beet-red face in her hands, looking like she wanted to melt into the table.

“But I’m not even at Saisei anymore!” It technically wasn’t a whine, but the sentiment was similar.

The teacher pat her on the shoulder sympathetically, but still had a shit-eating grin. “Sorry, once you’re one of my Kiddos, you’ll always be a Kiddo. You could probably start a support group about that.” It wasn’t the first time he embarrassed a former student and absolutely won’t be the last. That’s a pleasure he plans on taking to his grave. “You should have seen Tajima’s face when I was in his family’s bookstore!”

Yoshimi paused to take a moment to triumphantly drink from his coffee, during which time the police officers settled. Takei seemed desperate to change the subject. “How’s Junichi doing, Sensei?”

The man winced for a moment. “Unfortunately he passed a year ago.”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s alright. It was hard for a while, but I knew from the beginning that he wasn’t going to have a long life, so I was prepared for it. At least he had a nice life. He loved his ball and climbing through my clothes. When it was getting to the end I was spoiling him a bit and gave him small amounts of dog food as treats.”

Okura spoke up for the first time in a bit. “Dog food?”

“My preferred pets are rats. Anyway, I’ve got Kamiko now and she’s the sweetest little girl but she really has a bit of a chewing problem. Want to see pictures?”

As he was pulling out his phone, he noticed a figure racing past behind him from the direction of the blind corner. Since he was a retired pro hero, he instinctively looked at his watch. You know… just in case something came of it. He had a gut feeling about these kinds of things. When the figure reached the intersection, Yoshimi and the officers heard someone yelling about a thief further back. It didn’t take a genius to piece those pieces of information together. The officers reacted quickly, but because they were delayed in getting the information, the suspect was already across the street and rapidly disappearing from sight. Potential movement quirk. After about 30 seconds, Yoshimi could tell that the officers had lost the chase. 30 more seconds later they began walking back to the cafe.

Alright, he’s seen enough. His quirk allowed him to travel back to where he was 90 seconds in the past. It wasn’t a grand amount of time, but more than enough to get a second shot at an event that just occurred.

Flash back!

“-should have seen Tajima’s face when-” The man stopped mid-sentence to give himself a second to adjust, blinking his eyes rapidly. Jumping back could be kind of disorienting and typically made him at least slightly nauseous. However, he’s done this sort of thing countless times before and was more than capable of handling it. Looking at his watch, he saw that he’d jumped back to approximately 30 seconds before the figure first appeared.

Takei, as a former student of his, recognized the signs that he used his quirk. “Sensei?” She began looking around to find a potential reason for the older man to have jumped back.

“You have your handcuffs on you right?”

Right, so whatever happened, it involved a criminal of some sort. That was all she needed to get her to stand. “Any quirks, Sensei?”

“Possibly a movement quirk, but undetermined.”

Okura, for his part, didn’t really know what was going on, but was experienced enough to read the change the tone had taken. He stood up as well.

Yoshimi checked his watch. “Okay Kiddo, ready up in five, four…” the rest of the countdown came in the form of silent head nods. Just as he reached one, he jutted his cane out behind him with the perfect timing to trip the suspect and send him sprawling. The officers were on him in half a heartbeat. Since the criminal had been turning a blind corner, Yoshimi timed it perfectly, and the police on the scene were already prepared, the guy never had a chance in hell. There was a struggle, but nothing that posed much of a challenge. The shopkeep that accused the young man was able to catch up to give their official statement.

During the fallout, the teacher caught the eye of his former student. She shrugged apologetically with her hands full. This was going to take a while and they likely won’t be able to continue their conversation. Yoshimi nodded his head and raised his coffee in both an understanding and a goodbye before collecting his things to resume his original plans for the day. They’ll run into each other again, he was sure of it.

#saiseiacademy #saisei academy #megers67 oc #I still haven't come up with a writing tag #but when I do it will go here

[sobdasha]

01 - just furubana things

This is not so much headcanons as it is that--much like I can't do mental math because the numbers don't remain pinned in place if they aren't literally, y'know, pinned in place with pencil on paper--I can't keep track of details and have zero concept of the passage of time without an actual timeline of events for myself.

So instead of using 20 scraps of paper I'm just dumping what I've accumulated here and calling it fic-adjacent and maybe adding in some headcanons as I go.

–

How the heck old is everybody anyway

?? - Hinata (according to my Fruits Basket timeline, she was born in March 2000, no clue how old she is now) ??? - Hibika (I have……...no clue……...I mean, since she was able to just run off to Paris at the drop of a hat, I'm assuming that means she's graduated high school??? But also she is the child of Ayame and Mine and is a Souma so like………….anything………..is possible……… I assume Hibika and Kinu are close-ish in age because they are good friends) In college - Kinu (what year though?? I'm guessing, since her plans aren't finalized, that it's still early. IDK if Michi asking her if college is fun is strictly for exposition, or implies that Kinu has just started her first year of college) 12th grade - Hajime, Michi 11th grade - Mutsuki 10th grade - Sawa, Sora, Riku 9th grade - Rio? Leo? I don't…...have my hands on volume 2 yet…….I don't know what they went with……… 8th grade - Chizuru 7th grade - Shiki (also these three are apparently all good friends and in the Go club together, I'm going to picture Akito having to have set up play-dates with Saki and Ayame when the kids were younger. I know technically Shigure could have done it since Aya is his bff but it's funnier if Akito has to) - somewhere in 9th to 7th grade are also Kou and Hajime's nameless little bro which is killing me, but idk what years ?? - Mina also ?? - Hajime's nameless and faceless little sis which is also killing me

Also! Who! Is that! With Sora in the New Year's bonus chapter of volume 1??? Is it someone we have met? Is it someone we haven't met? Is it some random person??? I don't think they particularly look like anyone listed above… (A part of me is kinda hoping…I mean, it looks kinda like Kakeru…I think it would be great if that was Kou. Michi looks like Komaki but acts like Kakeru, so if Kou acts like Michi he must look like Kakeru right??? THE POINT IS I want Kou to be at the fancy Souma New Year's because I want it to be true that Kakeru just becomes an honorary Souma attached to Yuki because it's inevitable and Akito just gives in and accepts it)

When I actually started writing down what was happening as I read…

sometime when people are bitty - the stairs incident

Day 1 of FBA - It's probably April 1st, it's the very first day of the school year and Sawa's actual first day of high school (although they've already had the entrance ceremony) - Sawa meets Mutsuki - Sawa takes her lunch outside before Amane can talk to her - Sawa meet-cutes Hajime by stepping on his face lol - Sawa doesn't get to talk to Mutuski (idk I guess he was gonna ask about her life and sneakily work around the topic about if she remembered the Souma family???) - Sawa runs over Hajime's little bro because she's so freaked out, and the little bro picks up the I.D. and gives it to Hajime, although like Hajime lives out of town and that's why he's living in the Souma house without his parents??? Because he lives too far out of town to attend that school??? So how did Sawa run over Hajime's little brother who is in middle school presumably out of town??? Did Hajime just grow up out of town and they moved back to Tokyo to inherit the dojo and Hajime was like "…….it's too far to walk to school I'm moving out" like Mutsuki did who is implied to live in town but just can't be arsed to walk that far???????

Day 2 of FBA - Sawa's second day of school - Hajime returns Sawa's I.D. on the way to school - Mutsuki appoints Sawa to the student council before she even arrives that morning - Ruriko comes in before classes start to confront Sawa about it and interrupts Amane's chance to ask Sawa out to lunch - Mutsuki is already texting Shiki - I guess the interludes might be that day??

Some time passes???

- Sawa flashes back to being introduced to the student council, and Mutsuki isn't wearing his sweater vest, so I assume this means it's a different day from Day 2, although it could be a typo

- The day that Ruriko has come to have lunch with Sawa to ~educate her~ that prompts Sawa to have the flashback, when Sawa later goes to student council we see Mutsuki in his sweater vest again so I assume this is once again a different day. That means it's been at least 4 days that Amane's been trying to ask Sawa out to lunch when Riku gets pissed about it.

The next day - Sawa is properly introduced to Riku and Sora, and then Sawa asks Amane out to lunch, yes I'm purposefully saying "asks out" every time, because I originally thought "Short black hair = Akito's child" and "I WANT TO SHIP THESE GAYS" and I want to treasure that feeling okay - Sawa punches out a cooler and meets Michi - SUKIYAKI PARTY - Sawa meets Kinu

The next day - Sawa was so happy about the sukiyaki party and her upcoming lunch date that she gets a fever and has to miss it noooo

And then after that Volume 2 jumps to early summer and I stopped keeping track

Miscellaneous stuff I wanted to keep in mind

I feel it's heavily implied that Shiki hasn't attended a family New Year's since The Knife Incident specifically. Which...really sucks for Shiki, that Akito has so strongly embraced the high road of "you can't pick your family you just have to deal, head of the family is my responsibility and I just have to deal", and even into the next generation a lot of the Souma family remains really toxic and that's the environment Shiki's growing up in. I assume Shiki's immediate household is not bad, but unfortunately it's right in the middle of a neighborhood of toxic assholes. Which is why, Mutsuki says, he wanted to get Shiki out beyond that environment and Sawa was super convenient for that among other reasons.

Hajime apparently grew up out of town, when Kyou and Tohru moved away so he could learn the dojo business from one of Kazuma's friends. This means Hajime and Mutsuki did not grow up together, which is sad, but according to Kinu they're still thick as thieves whenever they are together so that's really damn cute. The past year they've lived together is the longest visit they've ever had and like, Hajime helps out Mutsuki in the garden, Hajime--although insulting Mutsuki's lack of cooking ability--kind of implies that he does actually let Mutsuki help with the cooking when it's just them? Even when the results are probably worse than any time his little siblings tried to show Hajime they could totally help in the kitchen? Ughhhhh they're too cute.

I am presuming that both Mutsuki and Shiki live in town, and that's probably a large part of why they seem to be pretty close (closer than Shiki would like lol) despite the four-year age gap. I like to think it's also because Yuki also seemed pretty determined to Salvage Relationships, like with his mom, and so I like to presume that after the incidents of Fruits Basket Yuki informed Akito that they were going to reconnect as childhood bffs whether Akito liked it or not lol. So if Yuki and Akito are close, probably Mutsuki and Shiki are close too. And thus why Mutsuki is so concerned for Shiki's well-being and pushes really hard to set Fruits Basket Another in motion lol, like he's happy he's improving Sawa's life but his most immediate objective is Shiki's health and happiness. Like Shigure, only not an asshole and his plan is for everyone to win.

Yuki loves his son dearly and supports him so much but even so he's banned himself from Kaibara High School because he can't take Takei being so extra loooool I hope he sucks it up at least to come to graduation. Even though. Takei will--instead of talking about the graduates--okay he'll have talked a little about the graduates, namely Mutsuki--spend the entire graduation giving a speech to celebrate and congratulate and honor Yuki instead. As Yuki just sits there. Being stared at by all the other parents. With a long-dead smile on his "why is this happening to me" face. You know why this is happening, sir. But you came anyway to support your son. You are a good dad. Ganbatte. Have a drink afterward. (pray to anything you hold dear that your beloved child hasn't recorded this entire thing and sent it all the family including Akito who, surprise surprise, is also dying of secondhand embarrassment and doesn't appreciate this at all. Maybe Akito can take you drinking afterward.)

I will never be over the fact that the people closest to Yuki are all having multiple kids and there's Yuki and Machi like "ONE AND DONE." Why do they need to have another child after Mustuki? Mutsuki already has an older sibling in Michi, and possibly Hibika as well. And then Mutsuki even gets a little brother, Kou! And maybe Chizuru counts too! Like thanks for doing all the work for them of making Mutsuki not an only child. (They just…..didn't know what they'd get out of the Souma genetics grab-bag, and the idea of having to [have the housekeeper] clean up more sparkles was just…)

I'm revising my headcanon such that Hajime was the one who thought it would be cool to go to the same high school his parents did (because it's a theme, in FBA, about how it's cool to love your parents assuming they're, y'know, good parents who love you back, and thus how cute it is when kids are pleased to be like their parents), but unlike Mutsuki Hajime did not realize that as a ridiculously conventionally attractive Souma he would be a famous legacy student and if he had known this from the start he might have said "screw it" and just gone to school locally lol. Mutsuki on the other hand was fully aware of the shit he was getting into when Hajime first ventured the idea and Mutsuki embraced it. And then it all worked out perfect because it turned out Sawa would attend there too!

#sobdasha fic adjacent #fruits basket #fruits basket another #new year old fics #it was gonna be new year new fics to emulate new year new me but #i'm still trying to whittle down the stack of really old stuff soooooo

[twilight-orchid]

LET ME TELL YALL BOUT THE DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT

K, so I know people make up dreams to sound cool but I shit you not I had the weirdest fucking star trek dream and I woke up confused and laughing my ass off bc it's so bizarre.

I was a member of star fleet and I must have been a pilot with is weird because if I were in star fleet I'd want to do science or engineering. Anyway, the first thing I remember is I was about to take a small solo ship out on my own for some reason. And I'm in my ship, looking over all the dials and stats to make sure everything was right and I was reader to go. So I look down at my speedometer, AND THERE'S FUCKING OREOS STUFFED UNDER THE GODDAMNED GLASS!

And my brain immediately knew what happened. Fucking sulu was trying to make me crash or sabotage me in some way. ( this was new sulu not represented by our Lord and savior George Takei) so I storm out of the cockpit and go to find Kirk. I think it had happened before because I was SOOOOO pissed and I immediately knew it was Sulu.

So I wanted around this metallic space station looking for ma boi kirk and I remember envisioning Chris pine and Zachary Quinto so I must have been a member of the AR crew. So I decide to go into the break room and who would be sitting there but MIRROR KIRK AND SPOCK (as Leonard Nemoy and William Shatner) the first thing that happenes is dream me gets horny af because Spock with facial hair is my life.

So I immediately salute them then situate my hand behind my back like Spock does and I ask mirror Kirk what he would do should the sulu from his universe try to kill me by STUFFING OREOS INTO MY SPEEDOMETER!!!! He's super nice about it and he asks if I want sulu kicked out of the fleet and I said yes. ( sorry sulu I love you) Spock chimed in and told me that were my sulu a member of his crew he would be long gone. ( damn Spock cold af)

and then all the sudden I'm being ushered out of the room by chekov. Then I actually looked at him and I was confused as hell. I knew it was chekov but I had never seen this man before. I then realized J.J. Abrams must have re-casted him since the previous actor,Anton Yelchin (god bless his soul I still think about you man) ,passed away. So awake im thinking about it I'm like, BITCH WHAT? Was I an actor and the whole dream was just a scene or was I omniscient or just breaking the fourth wall???

So yeah that was one of the more memorable dreams. Keep in mind I'm on a combination of mood stabilizers, anti-depressants, anti-phychotics, sleep aids, and treatment for my PCOS so dreams like this happen all the GODDAMNED time ,but, OREOS??? REALLY BRAIN THATS ALL YOU GOT????

Rant done. Sorry. Let me know if you want to hear about my other drug dreams. I have them nightly.

#hikaru sulu #sulu #pavel chekov #ensign chekov #anton chekov #zachary quinto #william shatner #kirk #jim kirk #james t. kirk #spock #mr. spock #s'chn t'gai spock #chris pine #leonard nemoy #star trek shitposting #star trek #dreams #dream #wtf #wtf is wrong with me

[sharigone]

Summary:  “ Her endless pools reflected the moon in the most wonderful way.  In some weird way, I felt connected to Hinata and almost protective over her.  I wanted things to go her way and I’d do my hardest to help.” College AU. Rated M.

Pairing: Naruhina

Bleachers Chapter 9: Packing Up

The best thing about the play being done is having more time to do my classwork. Hinata and I did nothing but cram for our final exams and we did well on them. The semester was finally coming to an end and just in time too. The university was shut down due to a blizzard so our winter break would be longer. I’ll be the first to admit that I am nervous and maybe slightly terrified of meeting Hinata’s dad. Hiashi Hyuga, CEO of the leading contact lens company in ten different countries including Japan, my girlfriend’s intimidating father.

Hell, I’ll be lucky if I make it back to university alive and in one piece.  Hinata, of course, think I’m being silly for being so anxious as we packed our bags. With her by my side, I can do anything, including this.  I mean, I’m only going to spend the rest of my life with her. Makes sense that I spend time with her family. She did warn me about her nosy little sister so I prepared to be bombarded with questions.  From the way Hinata makes it sound, her family is very traditional but also loving at the same time. A lot has changed over the years.

“Father said there will be a chauffeur waiting for us when we get off the train. He will be holding up a sign and everything.” Hinata said as I put our luggage above us, “And Hanabi is making her sticky buns, oh Naruto, you’ll love them.”

“What should I expect when walking in there?”

Hinata scooted over so I could sit next to her and held my hands in her’s, “Screaming from Hanabi and lots of pale eyes. Father will be polite and offer his hand for you to shake and ask about our travels then he will ask Nikita to show us to our room and have her tell us the ‘rules’ and we’d rest up until dinner time.”

“‘Rules?’” I smirked and trailed my fingers along her arm, “Oh, what? I can’t ravage you and make you make those sweet little noises?”

Her face completely reddened as it always did when I say things like that, “Precisely! I-I know you like breaking rules so we’ll have to be really quiet.”

“I’m starting to think I’m a bad influence on you, making a good girl want to break rules. Sounds pretty troublesome to me.” I kissed the spot behind her ear.

“Naruto! Stop teasing me!”

I laughed and kissed her pouty lips, “I’ll behave myself, I promise.”

She beamed and snuggled against me as we made our way to her home. We’d be out there until January so about a month and half. I’d have to go find some time to go see Jiraiya, I knew he’d be back for a couple of days before he goes on his tour in Europe. I didn’t think being a best-selling author would require a tour but I guess the rest of the world sees him as a rockstar or something.

As promised, our chauffeur was waiting for us and we climbed in the back of some fancy car. We got a lot of looks from people but I guess Hinata is used to this kind of thing even though she looked a little uncomfortable by all the eyes on her. Maybe that’s why she liked our university so much, away from all the formalities. She could just breathe and be herself. Our chauffeur was all business, he made small talk and took us safely to Hinata’s house. Or should I say mansion, that place is huge.

Big black gates opened up and the house had columns and perfectly cut grass and huge stained glass doors. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, I was in complete awe. Hinata took my hand as we got out of the car and a couple servants came out to take our bags while we walked up the steps to her front door. What the hell am I doing here? I’ve never felt so out of place but I’d do it this for her. I’d do anything for her. I swallowed any nervousness I had in me and stepped inside of her home.

“We’re home.” Hinata called out.

I heard rapid steps and soon enough, out came Hinata’s little sister and she jumped to hug her sister. Wow, they really look alike.

“Oh, sis! You’ve been gone far too long!” Hanabi squeezed Hinata tightly, “But I forgive you, you did bring a boy home after all.”

“Naruto Uzumaki.” I smiled and shook Hanabi’s hand.

“The Naruto Uzumaki? Wow! I thought I’d never see the day where she’d bring you home.” Hanabi gaped, “I mean I’ve been hearing your name for as long as I can remember--”

“Hanabi!”

“Oh, I’m just kidding! Don’t faint now!”

Then out came a tall figure with long hair, tied into a ponytail and pale, stoic eyes. Hiashi Hyuga.

“Father!” Hinata beamed and walked over to give him a hug, “This is Naruto.”

I put on my “winner” smile and shook his hand, making sure I had an appropriate grip, “Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Likewise.” Hiashi shook my hand and gave me a quick nod, “I look forward to having dinner with the both of you tonight. If you don’t mind, I’ll have Nikita show you to your room while I take care of a few things.”

“Thank you, I look forward to dinner too.”

Hinata gave me a reassuring smile and took my hand in her’s again as we followed Nikita through the long hallway.

“Did I do okay?”

“You did great.” she kissed the back of my hand.

“Alright you two. Dinner is at five. Mr. Hyuga wants me to have a talk with you both since it has been brought to his attention that you would be sharing a room during your stay here.”

Oh, boy.

“Mr. Hyuga is well aware that both of you are adults and may want to do… adult things.” Nikita cleared her throat, “He insists that  you both keep note that there are many people that live here and that you’d be respectful of that.”

“I think we get it, Nikita.” Hinata blushed, “Sorry Father put you up to this.”

Nikita shook her head and beamed, “I’ll let you two get settled before dinner.”

“Is that just a nice way of your dad telling us to not fool around?” I snickered.

Hinata nodded and did her best not to laugh, “A very nice way.”

I watched Hinata put away some of her belongings and I took the time to look at the pictures in her room. There were plenty of  herself and Neji and sister. Neji was in South Korea in schooling still. Then my eyes focused on a picture of Hinata when she was little and a woman I assumed to be her mother.

“You look like her.” I picked up the frame.

“Father tells me that all the time.” Hinata made her way to me and looked at the picture longingly, “She’s more beautiful, in my opinion.”

“What… happened to her?” I asked warily.

“It was a long time ago.” she began, “Father had a rival, the Nekata family. They also were a pretty big contact brand.”

“Yeah, I remember hearing about them when we were kids.”

“Well, Father and Hiroshi Nekata have been at each other’s throats for years. Mother had enough and she told Father to make peace with Hiroshi. Father didn’t like it at first but he wanted to try, for her.” Hinata cleared her throat, “So Father reached out to Hiroshi for a meeting and Hiroshi seemed all ears for it. They agreed to meet at the bistro over by Nekata Enterprise’s building. But then it… happened. On their way there a car sped past the light and hit her head on. Father was the only one who made it.”

“That’s terrible.” I set the frame down and pulled Hinata in my arms.

“Later on Hiroshi Nekata was sentenced to life in prison. He hired men to kill Father but it was Mother who got the short of the stick. Father will never forgive himself for it.”

“It’s no wonder why Takei got pulled from our school.” I thought out loud, “We never really knew much about that.”

“Nobody really knows what happened with the Nekata family. After the sentence, their empire fell apart and Father’s rose to the top.” she squeezed me a little, “I just wish Mother never had to go through something like that.”

“Or even you for that fact, Hinata you were barely eight when that happened.” I held her face in my hands, “I couldn’t imagine going through the things you did and still ending up as wonderful as you.”

Her pearlish eyes were glossy as if she wanted to cry. I pressed a firm kiss on her forehead and pulled her close to me again.

“Even though I miss her and wish she is here, the pain isn’t unbearable because I know she sent me you.”

I could just melt, I fell for her again a thousand times over.

Nikita loudly cleared her throat when she walked to Hinata’s door frame, “Dinner is ready.”

Hinata separated herself from me and bowed politely, “Oh, yes. We’ll be there shortly.”

The Hyuga dining room looks like something that belonged in one of those house decorating magazines I see Sakura and Ino read. Even a guy like me knew it was nicely decorated. I saw down beside Hinata while her father said a short prayer and soon after the several people came into the room serving our plates and fillings our glasses with water. The food smelled amazing, not like anything Old Teuchi makes, but something about it smelled like home. We had a small bowl of miso soup and the main dish was seared steak. Jiraiya would be in heaven over this. Dinner was silent at first, I was afraid to say anything stupid and Hiashi would get the wrong impression of me so I waited for him to speak first instead.  He was awfully intimidating, he studied my every move with his cold eyes.

“What are you in school for, Naruto.”

I gulped and set my fork down, “General education at first but then Hinata really helped me find my passion and I think I’m heading towards the psychology field, maybe I’ll get into motivational speaking.”

“Quite admirable.” Hiashi poured himself a small glass of sake, “Hinata’s mother was a writer, she loved writing books about how to be your best self and ways to achieve true success. She was on her way to becoming a real best-selling author before her untimely death. I’m sure Hinata has told you about it.”

“Yes, she has. I’m sorry about your wife.”

“It wasn’t your doing, Naruto. That bastard Hiroshi is paying for what he did to her.”

“Father.” Hanabi grabbed his wrist.

“Right.” Hiashi exhaled, “In more pressing matters, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Here come the big guns. Hinata told me that honesty works best with Hiashi, he can always detect insincerity.

“Truthfully,” I sipped on my water, “I want to be the best person I can be for Hinata. I’m… in love with her.”

I looked over at her and she smiled at me with her usual blush spread across her cheeks.

“Obviously you know that she is my daughter and I own quite a wealthy business. Your interests with my daughter have nothing to do with money, am I correct?”

“Of course. Wealthy or not, my feelings for Hinata will never change. Besides Jiraiya, when I think about people who have always been a constant in my life, she comes to mind.”

“You’re the reason I’m this strong.” Hinata placed her hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze.

Hiashi looked back and forth between us and took another gulp of his sake, “I know that look.”

“What look?” I blinked and looked in his direction.

“You look at my daughter as if she placed all the stars in the sky. The same way I looked at her mother. I believe you, Naruto.” he stood up and I followed suit.

I shook his hand, “I will never hurt her, that’s a promise.”

“Oh, I know you won’t. The consequences aren’t pleasant.”

“Father!” Hinata gasped.

“Sorry, don’t mind me.” Hiashi shook his head and went back to his seat.

That went way better than I thought it would. Hinata was right about him being a big softie in the inside. I really did have nothing to worry about. Hanabi made homemade sticky buns and begged Hinata and I to try it before going to bed. I’ll admit that it was sweet but it was pretty good.  Tomorrow, Hinata wanted to show me her botanical garden and I thought that would be the perfect time to give her present. I’ve thought long and hard about what would be the perfect gift but I think I really nailed it and I couldn’t wait to see her face when she sees it.

Hinata’s bed was way more comfier than the beds back at the university. It was soft and formed around us like a warm hug.  Hinata is home to me though so I didn’t really mind the difference between the mattresses but this was really amazing. All I remembered before falling asleep was her wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down so I could hear her heartbeat. The most soothing sound I’ll ever know.

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#naruto #naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #sharigone

[nonbunearys]

Now you do all of them! :D

what is your sexuality?I am Asexual Panromantic

what gender do you identify as?I identify as nonbinary

how long have you been aware of your sexuality/gender?Uhhhh…I wasn’t really aware of either things/didn’t have the terms for them until college.  But I identified as some part of the lgbtq community at 13.

do you have any preferences?Ummm kind of.  Honestly my preference comes out of safety.  So I tend to prefer other trans folks as partners.

share a positive memory about coming out!Probably my best friend.  She’s a very old friend of mine. We met in middle school.  And we kind of grew a bit distant when we went to college. And like…as far as I knew she wasn’t trans and didn’t know anyone who was. I didn’t even know if she knew what transgender was. But in my senior year of college I decided to come out to a wider group of people.  So I sent out a facebook message saying I was making a new facebook and if anyone wanted to be my friend on there, to message me. And of course she did.  And I came out to her and she was probably the best response.  Like she was completely on board. She didn’t ask weird questions or make me feel like I had to defend my gender.  She instantly switched name and pronouns and never messed up once. She’s been the best ally and support and our friendship has been stronger than ever.

how do you feel about pride month?I have a lot of mixed feelings about it.  I think it sucks to reduce our history and struggles to a month.  But PRIDE events tend to be very exclusionary as well.  I tend to feel unsafe and uncomfortable there.  And I do think PRIDE has sold out to big corporations and has forgotten its history.  

do you participate in pride related events? any other events?I do. I have marched in the parade here.  And I will be marching this weekend with my org as well.  I’ll also be tabling for the festival.

how do you feel about lgbtq roles in media?Any representation helps.  More famous people and public figures are coming out. There are more lgbtq characters and stories.  That being said, we still have a long way to go and I am still super critical of how the characters are portrayed and the stories are told. And Hollywood needs to stop with the cis actors playing trans characters.  ESPECIALLY if it’s drag.

do you feel pride in who you are?Sometimes.  I always am proud of my queerness.  But a lot of times I don’t like myself very much.

who has been your supportive idols in your self discovery?My friends.  Laverne Cox.

tell us about your first crush?Gods. He was a crush from kindergarten-fifth grade.  We were both completely infatuated with each other. He used to play with my hair in class all the time. He was gonna ask me out right before I moved but my mom didn’t let that happen. Apparently she keeps running into him and he keeps asking about me and my mom doesn’t know how to tell him that person doesn’t exist anymore. She’s really stressed out by it but I think it’s hilarious.

what sort of advice to have you lgbtq teens? Take your time. Do things at your own pace.  And always keep your safety in mind.  You don’t need to have a label.  You don’t need to know who you are right now.  Sometimes it takes time and there is nothing wrong with that.  And if you are in a situation where it’s unsafe to come out, it’s totally valid not to. It doesn’t make you a bad person.

have you come out to friends and family?Kind of. I was outed to most of my family.  And they don’t know I’m nonbinary.  they just think I am a trans man. And that’s fine with me.  They’re not really worth the effort. To be honest.  I came out to most of my friends. I am really bad at coming out so they’re all in weird areas of knowledge about my identity.

how do you feel about the term “coming out” ?I don’t like it.  It makes me feel like I was doing something wrong before.

do you believe there is a “closet” to come out of?No. I think the concept of a “closet” puts pressure and blame on the lgbtq person. Where we should be looking at why society makes us feel like we can’t divulge who we are.  Or that we need to make a public statement about it.

any tips on coming out?Always put your safety first.  Try to have a good support system in place when coming out to people who may not be as accepting.

what’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to lgbtq characterization in media?I ranted about it above but cis actors playing trans characters. Also 1 dimensional token lgbtq characters.

what’s your favorite parts of lgbtq characterization in media?Probably just seeing how more roles and characters are popping up more and more.

what did your teachers say about the lgbtqa community in school?None of them really said much.  The only like lgbtq reaction I can remember having with a teacher was when one teacher got super pissed that I was participating in the Day of Silence and called the vice principal to remove me from his class. When she came down and he told her what was going on she defended me and said that our school is participating in the Day of Silence and that I was doing nothing wrong.

do you practice safe sex with the same gender?I have never had sex. But if I did. It would be safe sex, yes. lol

what’s an absolute turn off for you in the opposite/same gender?uhhh bigotry and prejudice.

what’s an absolute turn on for you in the opposite/same gender?If they’re compassionate

how do you feel about lgbtq clubs/apps/websites?I think they are great ways for lgbtq people to connect and find community.

how do you feel about the term “queer” ?I reclaim it. I use it as an umbrella term to describe myself.  I don’t call anyone queer without permission.  And I am uncomfortable with people outside of the community using it.

how does you country view the lgbtq community?Some places are really good.  And some aren’t.  I think they’re more tolerant with the LG though. And our government reeeeaaaaalllly hates us.

favorite lgbtq actor/actress?Laverne Cox…Ian McKellen…or George Takei

any tips for heterosexual and/or cisgender people on how to handle lgbtq events/news?Check your privilege. Put LGBTQ voices first.

what’s the most annoying question you have ever gotten?The argumentative “don’t you think you’re over complicating things?”

how do you feel about receiving questions about your sexuality/gender?Honestly, I love talking about it.  So long as it’s not from an intentionally harmful place, you can ask me whatever the heck you want about my sexuality or gender. I’m a professional lgbtq speaker and trainer so I talk about it all the time.

#long post #ask meme #undead moon #lol thanks josh

[askthedespairkids]

The Probability of Success

*Northern Kyushu. A metallic trapezoidal structure emerged from the middle of an otherwise uniform grassy plain. The entrance to a bunker*

A bunker… sure, that’ll help. *Maverick Storm approached the wall, and placed a device against it. He pushed a few buttons, then fled a ways back, covering his ears and waiting for the explosion.*

*The heavy metal doors flew off their hinges and into the long, empty stairwell leading into darkness. The explosion echoed both down the tunnel and across the empty plain. There was strangely no alarm in response nor warning in response to the breach.*

Hel-loooo… anybody home? *Maverick yelled into the darkness.* I brought cookies… admittedly they’re to eat after I blow your brains out, but I still brought them… *Maverick took out his keychain, clicking the button on the penguin flashlight he had attached to it and beginning to descend the stairs.*

*The tunnel seemed almost completely empty. Nothing but sheet metal walls. Not even empty shelves were left. There were, however, long cords running along the ceiling, leading down further into the darkness*

*Maverick hums, tapping on the wall as he does so, causing an echo to sound.* Oh, Hayase… come out come out wherever you are…

*At the end of the long hallway, a door slide open, letting out a bright glare of blue light*

Ah, bright, bright! *Maverick shields his eyes best he can, while still keeping an eye out for potential threats*

Umenko, over the intercom: Well, well, welly, well, look who it is. It’s the dick-meister, the master bastard, the certified soul-sucking son of a bitch himself! Maverick Storm! There was only an 56.7482% chance you’d be here today. Congratulations on beating the odds.

*Maverick bows, smirking as he does so* N'aww, I’m glad I could be here… mind showing your face so I can put a few holes in it? Let me see… so far I got Etsugo, Chikatilo, Asari, Hirotada, and Reizo… I took a lesson from Nakamura and started getting tattoos… You think I should include the triplets on there as well? I mean, I didn’t get to kill them personally, which sucked, but they still died…

Umenko: Maverick, why are you telling me things I already know? I told you, I can see the future. I’m took the liberty of planning ahead, so now I’m afraid there are only 452 ways this meeting is going to end.

Maverick: That few? *he whistles* How many of them end with you with a bullet in your brain?

Umenko: Only 13, surprisingly. I was expecting at least 67 or 68. But anyway, if you want to see me that badly, just step through the doorway. Trust me, it won’t teleport you to antarctica or anything.

*Maverick wanders through, not seeming wary at all*

*The room at the other end of the corridor was a large dome-shaped chamber lined with blue lights. Hanging from the ceiling was a large cylindrical device, which all the wires in the corridor lead to. Beneath it was a short, orange-haired girl in brown a vest, with a cybernetic implant attached to her right temple. Umenko Hayase, the Ultimate Quantum Physicist* Umenko: Welcome…*TO MY LAIR*. It’s cool, isn’t it? I think it is.

Maverick: Fancy. *He shoots one of the wires connected to the machine*

Umenko: Meh, I didn’t need that one anyway.

Maverick: What about this one? Or this one? This one? *he begins shooting wires at random*

Umenko: You know, if you keep doing that, you’re just gonna end up blowing us both up. That’s 78.92385% certain.

Maverick: Oh. All right then. *he shoots one more, but then stops, choosing to reload his revolver*

Umenko: Anyway, let’s not beat around the bush. I know I have a bad habit of doing that, right? Right, you don’t have to tell me. You want me dead, don’t you? That’s it, isn’t it? You wouldn’t have brought a gun if that wasn’t the case. Unless you wanted to sell it to me and are planning to live a live of peace and happiness while I take all the blame and get sent to debter’s prison! Oh wait, do those even exist anymore? *She went on rambling for several minutes*

*Maverick actually seems to be actively listening to her, then once she’s done* So… you mind if I ask a few questions before killing you?

Umenko: Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, what’s up. *She doesn’t seem at all concerned*

Maverick: First off… will my goal of taking over the Ultimate Despair movement succeed?

Umenko: Oooooh, you want me to give you details about the future, is that it? Well…let’s see…out of 11,756,833 possible outcomes concerning the battle with Ultimate Despair, you succeed in about…107 of them. Although it depends on what you mean by succeed. Do you consider being the last human on this Earth a success? Like literally an Omega man, last survivor, everyone else is dust in the wind kinda thing.

Maverick: No… that wouldn’t be any fun…

Umenko: Oh, okay, then it’s just 92 chances for success.

Maverick: Hey, better than none. Next question… Is Enoshima telling the truth about this? *he shows her a photo with a message attached*

Umenko: Hmm? Who’s that girl?

Maverick: I wish I knew.

Umenko: Sorry, can’t say much about people I don’t know. But I can say there’s a 54.8711% chance she’s not lying.

Maverick: Right… *a dark look appears on his face* Tell me, Hayase… did you see this coming? *he raises his pistol and fires*

*Umenko disappears in a flash of light and reappears a few feet away* Considering it’s you, 100%. Also, I invented teleportation, motherfucker!

Maverick: I was counting on that. It’ll be useful when I get my hands on it… *he fires again*

Umenko: *She teleports again, this time on a console a few feet off the ground* You know, speaking of mothers, there’s a 95.4476% chance your mother drank when she was pregnant with you.

Maverick: Eh, I wouldn’t be too surprised. After all, my grandfather was a bit of a douche… couldn’t keep his belt on, whether he wanted to hit his kids or find a new person to screw…

Umenko: There’s also a 96.981% chance your mother was a dirty slut who sucked just about every kind of dick for meth. Or was it crack?\

Maverick: I see your strategy, Hayase. It’s not going to work.

Umenko: It doesn’t make you want to kill me more? I mean, more than you already do?

Maverick: Well, it does, but I’m not gonna get cocky and stupid about it…

Umenko: Pff-ha! You’re only doing this cause you’re cocky and stupid.  Do you really think a pansy-ass punk like you can kill all of us? Even when I told you your chances of success are literally below 1%

Maverick: Oh, I know the odds are low. But, you see, it wouldn’t be entertaining if I just sat on my ass and plotted around on how to kill Enoshima all day. I mean, I’ve got something else I’m managing… but so far, my success rate is five out of six, not counting you, so I’d say I’m doing fairly good… really, I have a feeling Nakamura’s gonna be the only significant challenge…

Umenko: Well now I just feel insulted. I mean, after all, I already beat you.

Maverick: Oh? How?

*She teleports back beside him* Umenko: Don’t think you got in my bunker without my permission. No, no. I let you in here. Why, you might be asking? Well, that’s an easy answer. Shoot me and you’ll find out.

Maverick: Let me guess… you rigged the place to blow, didn’t you?

Umenko: Of course not. Explosives were Chikatilo’s specialty, not mine. You came here to do it, so why not just do it?

Maverick: Well, if you’d stand still…

Umenko: *strikes an exaggerated pose, but remains still*

Maverick: *shoots her in the knee, choosing not to kill her… yet.*

*The bullet passes through Umeko’s leg unimpeded and ricochets off the floor as her entire body shimmers and distorts* Surprise! I’m not even really here.

Maverick: Clever. Very clever.

Umenko: Yep. The Umenko Hayase you see before you is just a hologram. I left this bunker days ago.

Maverick: Can’t say I blame you… I meant for this to be a question I asked when I had you down on the ground and the pistol to your temple, but instead I’ll just ask now… who, exactly, do you think will kill me?

Umenko: Well, I guess I could tell you…but that would ruin the surprise, now wouldn’t it? Nobody likes spoilers.

Maverick: Hmm, true enough. It’s been fun, Hayase. Can’t wait to find you in real life. *he turns to leave, but then turns around again*  Is the teleportation just the hologram moving from place to place, then?

Umenko: See, with the despair that’s been going on, I decided to spend some time down here looking through alternate universes. I’m sick of being caught up in this world and its people, tired of being caught up in the tangle of their lives, so I left for one less complicated. And I love it here.

Maverick: An alternate universe? Huh… well, I suppose I can’t get you there… but that works out well for me. Maybe not the best case scenario, but it still works.

Umenko: That big machine back there? That was my teleporter. It opened the rift between two words, and you shooting the wires guaranteed it would remain closed. So thank you! You’re probably never gonna see me again after this. Anything you want to say?

Maverick: Nah, not really. Other than enjoy your life… and if you find another version of me, please make them end up in an awful “accident”. I like being unique.

Umenko: I will enjoy my life. You wanna know why?

Maverick: All right, I’ll humor you.

Umenko: Because I found a girl who loves me. One who appreciates me for who I am. You remember all those times you said I’d be alone forever? How you were apparently the only person who could accept me for who I am? Well, I proved you wrong. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. Hugging her, kissing her, making love to her, marrying her, all where you’ll never find us. So remember that, Maverick. Remember that, even if you do manage to succeed in your questionable quest, I still beat you. I’m going to live a happy life far away from you.

Maverick: Heh. You’re luckier than Takei, Hayase. You ever thought of taking up writing? Because I think there’s a wonderful story to be told around here… *his voice sounds sincere, no mocking tone present at all* Who knows, since you won’t know the ending, you can make one yourself. *He persists with the sincerity* I do wish you luck.

Umenko: Well…thank you. You’re oddly sentimental about all this, but thank you.

Maverick: Well, Umenko, you’ve just made my job easier. After all… *the kind, sentimental tone of voice drops, replaced by the usual nasty edge.* you left our universe for that one on your own, didn’t you? You didn’t take anyone else with you. You didn’t offer anyone else an escape.  You could have saved quite a few people… Remember that when you’re spending time with this girl you love so much.

Umenko: Well, I was stuck in this bunker, alone, for weeks. With barely enough power for me to get across. It wouldn’t have mattered even I did bring everyone over. But it doesn’t matter. Do you wanna know why?

Maverick: Hmm?

Umenko: *her face darkens as her cheery tone changes to a much more sinister one* The odds of one of them beating your ass are 99.99981%. Compare that for your odds of success and see which one seems more likely. *Suddenly cheery again* Anyway, gotta go. Bye! *her holographic image fades away*

Maverick: Well, I might as well add her to my tattoo list… not as if anyone will know any differently. *his face darkens* Now, I need to resolve the issue of these pictures… and I think I know who to turn to.

#vesperlord #DR #Maverick Storm #submission

[sending-the-message]

Case #2- Youtube's Most Mysterious Vlogger by JacobMielke

THIS IS NOT A JOKE PLEASE HELP

That was the subject line of the very first email my investigative service received. I have it saved to this day. In a way, that case shaped the years to come. It cemented that we weren’t just going to be having walk-throughs of haunted houses and going bigfoot hunting in the woods. There would be times when things became serious.

I started Mielke Investigations with my friend Moxxy in the summer of 2015. I was (and still am) a horror writer and I wanted to work more with nonfiction. Being an actual paranormal investigator allowed me to do that by enabling me to write my about my own experiences. Moxxy, a fan of my work who eventually became a friend, came up with the idea. After a terrifying first case where we investigated supernatural activity in a strip club (which you can read about here) I decided to make it official and had business cards printed for the newly minted Mielke Investigations. Moxxy had taken to distributing them to people who might be able to throw a case our way. Lo and behold, someone noticed.

From: (omittedemailaddress)@aol.com To: (omittedemailadress)@aol.com Subject: THIS IS NOT A JOKE PLEASE HELP

Hello,

I found your card at a bus stop today and I hope you can help me. Do you know who Opperyke is? He was a Youtuber I liked to watch. His channel was deleted last year.

I know you only focus on like ghosts and aliens and stuff so hear me out. My mom was having nightmares and one day she saw his picture on my computer and said “that’s him! That’s the man in my dreams!” The scary thing is I was having nightmares too! I’d be running through a maze and he would follow me. I would run and he would walk but somehow he was always right behind me. My mom used to have nightmares where she’d be at a pool watching me drown. Opperyke was the lifeguard and he’d never even try to save me. My mom doesn’t have those nightmares anymore but I still do sometimes.

I know it’s not much to go on but maybe you could look into it a little? Every time I think about him now I get scared. And my mom didn’t even watch him, how was she having nightmares about him? Am I just overthinking things and being a baby here?

Please help!

-Amy (Name omitted)

She was right, it wasn’t much to go on. Still, she was our only client (hah! As if we were getting paid) at the moment so I opened a new file on my computer: Case #2.

I wasn’t able to find too much that night on account of the channel being deleted before it could really take off. What information I had came from forum posts and the like. The Youtuber called Opperyke had a channel in 2013-2014 of minor success. His real name was Scott, though no one seemed to know his surname. He posted vlogs talking mostly about his life and thoughts. I was able to find a single screenshot of one of his videos off Google image search showing a video of about fifteen minutes in length and around 5,000 views. Opperyke was gesturing at the camera, his mouth open in mid-speech.

He looked normal to me, with his short brown hair, brown eyes, and thick rimmed glasses. His face was smooth as the day he was born and his shirt was a red sweater. And yet… as I studied him I started to feel most curious. There was something slightly off about his features, as if they weren’t sitting right on his face and the difference was minuscule enough that our minds weren’t registering it on a conscious level. Though he was smiling, his eyes looked… pained, maybe?

I decided to pursue it further and wrote a quick e-mail back to the client saying I’d look into it.

The next day I met up with Moxxy for coffee and broached the subject of Opperyke. I told about the client’s nightmares, what little information I’d been able to find, and I showed her the screenshot of him on my phone.

“Cool,” She said. “I’ve never heard of him but I’ll see what I can find out.”

A couple of days later she emailed me a link and instructions on how to view it. I had to download a browser called Tor and change a bunch of my settings. After two hours of frustration I followed the link to a hidden video sharing site, which I’m pretty sure gave my computer digital syphilis. The post was an Opperyke video entitled MY LAST. I moved my mouse cursor over the play button but before I could click it, footsteps ran at me from behind.

I whipped around in my chair, hands up to defend myself, but there was no one in the room. I chalked it up to the upstairs neighbors running through their apartment (a perfectly normal thing to do at one in the morning) and turned my attentions back to the video.

The picture quality was normal but the audio was distorted all to hell. Someone, either the person who posted it on this website of questionable legality or Opperyke himself, put subtitles in the video, so I was able to follow along. It started normally enough, Opperyke recounted the events of his day (he mowed his lawn and got a package from Amazon) and some of his sociopolitical views (he seemed to be a big fan of Mitt Romney and George Takei). Towards the end of the video, something finally caught my interest.

“So I have something to tell you guys. You’re not going to want to hear it but this has been a long time coming. For reasons I can’t disclose, I’m shutting down my Youtube channel.”

He smiled at the camera then and I couldn’t help but flinch. There was something sleazy about that smile. It was the kind of grin I imagine a heroin dealer would give to a pregnant mother right before selling her his product.

“For my closing thoughts, I want to talk about secrets. We all have them; anyone who says they don’t is a liar. Most secrets are harmless. They’re the secrets of the kid who stole the cookie or the husband who slept with his wife’s sister on their wedding night. But there are other secrets, secrets with power, secrets that haunt whoever learns them.”

He leaned in close to the camera so his face took up the entire screen. His features were hideous and I couldn’t imagine how I ever thought otherwise.

“Some of you know what I mean. Some of you know my secret.”

The video ended there and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. On the surface, there was nothing about this video that made it worth looking into for a paranormal investigator, even if it was creepy. But on the other hand, Opperyke gave me a strange feeling. I’d felt this before, many times stronger then, in the basement of the strip club Moxxy and I investigated. I don’t claim to be a psychic or anything, but… I don’t know. Maybe having experienced what I did gave me a sixth sense for these things. I download the video and saved it to my Case #2 folder, praying the entire time that it wouldn’t mess up my computer.

That night while I slept, I dreamed I was in a grocery store. The fruit and vegetables were rotten and had attracted flies and wasps. The deli display was filled with decaying meat and fish. Untold thousands of maggots writhed in the display. I went to the manager’s office to complain about the conditions (and the fact that there were no other employees on duty) but it was empty. I was alone in the store. A calendar on the wall of the manager’s office was open to July of 2013. The 11th day was circled.

“Do you want to know my secret?”

The voice behind me was as distorted as it was in the video. The only reason I understood the words were because they weren’t just behind me, they were inside me. A hand fell on my shoulder and an electric cold spread from the point of contact to the rest of my body.

I opened my eyes and watched a spider scurry across the ceiling. It paused briefly, as if it knew I was watching, then continued on its way. The first traces of light glowed blue through the window, not yet enough to illuminate the room. In the dark, a voice whispered next to my ear, not distorted at all this time, “Do you want to know my secret?”

Yes, Opperyke. I really do.

It took nearly a week of asking questions on forums and in Youtube comments sections before I made the next breakthrough.

July 11th, 2013. That was the day Opperyke uploaded his first video to Youtube.

I had no way of knowing that date the previous week and yet it and the man it relates to appeared in my dream. It was the final shred of proof I needed to confirm something supernatural was going on (could I have thought of a rational explanation given time? Probably, if I relied way too much on assumptions and coincidence).

I asked Moxxy to see if anything significant or strange happened on that date, since I’d reached the extent of my researching abilities. She assured me that she knew a guy who knew a guy.

And he must have been a good guy because I had my answer the very next day. Moxxy forwarded an email to me with an old article attached to it. On July 11, 2013, in the small town of Marietta, Ohio, a 24 year old college student named Scott Eric Cranston was murdered in his house while his parents were on a date. His throat had been slashed while he sat at his computer, recording a video. His senior picture was in the article. It was a good picture; the unsettling, creepy features I saw in his video were absent in the picture.

Opperyke was murdered the same day he recorded and uploaded his first Youtube video. Then he continued to make and upload more for two years after his death.

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard of ghosts continuing to do after death what they would have in life. Many a tale has been told of deceased old ladies tending to their gardens even in death or the spirits of dead parents watching and protecting their still-living children. But it was the first time I’d heard of a ghost vlogging. The internet has affected our world in such a huge way, I suppose it was only a matter of time before it affected the supernatural world as well.

I emailed my findings to the client, who I never heard from again. There were ways I could keep investigating and gathering data but my curiosity was sated for the time being. I saved all of my data in the Case #2 folder and decided to deem it “Closed”. I thought there was nothing more we could learn. I thought I knew Opperyke’s secret.

I thought wrong.

Case #2 will continue in an update. Follow my author page here to be notified when the next part is up.

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