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bunny-eats-fox · 9 months

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about first times

miyamura izumi warnings: jealous reader ; sex/18+/SMUT; ends in fluff wc: 3,2k an: this was a request! and while I am rather "meh" regarding them, like i do them when i like them sort of thing, i couldn't say not to his prompt! thank u 🫶 request: "Hey, okay? I don't know if you accept requests.... if so, could you write something for Miyamura, where the reader is jealous of him with Hori? (If you can write some hot stuff too... )Thanks!!"

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"I'm here"

When this notification popped up, you couldn't stop your lips from curving into a smile.

"I'll quickly finish up, I'll be down in 10! O((>ω< ))o" That's what you hastily typed before you turned back to your laptop screen.

After another 5 minutes, you had finally finished draft number three of the new contract your firm was about to conclude. It was a big responsibility for you, your biggest yet, but you were thankful for the chance, hence overtime was sometimes inevitable. Since it was 100% compensated and, thankfully, not too often you had to stay late, you didn't mind that much. Especially because your boyfriend of three years was ever so kind to pick you up then. That way you were home just a little bit earlier.

When you finally packed your bag, you hurried out of your office into the elevator. Excited for that Thursday to have ended, and thus the weekend being only one more day away, you rushed out of the elevator once it hit ground floor.

However, the swift clicking of your heels against the tile flooring suddenly fell silent once you stopped abruptly in your track. Through the big glass windows of the lobby you saw Izumi… and his ex.

It wasn't like you hated Hori or anything; especially since she hadn't been in contact with Miyamura for over 4 years (according to him). There was no reason for you to hide, rather the opposite. You would go out there and confidently greet her.

However, as you wanted to start walking again, you stopped when you saw your boyfriend and Hori laughing. A sting in your heart made you gulp and clutch your bag a tad bit tighter. It wasn't even the polite little laugh one did to not make such a meeting awkward, no - it was a tummy clutching hearty laughter that had Miyamura and Hori bend forwards.

The twinge of jealousy you suddenly felt stopped you completely for a moment. You knew there wasn't a reason for you to get jealous. It was admirable to be on good terms with your ex-lover. Plus, you trusted Izumi.

Yet, when she finally waved and left, you released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Hopefully, you can quickly get over that weird tenseness that had now filled your body after you had witnessed that.

As you finally wanted to get out of your office, you stopped once more.

"(Y/n)-san, good work today."

"Tachibana-san!", you bowed lightly and then smiled at him, "Good work today, Tachibana-san."

Your boss, a handsome 27-year old, held you back from leaving for just a little longer. Though, as you happily told him about the progress you had made regarding the new contract, you were oblivious to the fact that the young man had put his hand on your back. Too engrossed in the conversation, you didn't realize and only when he excused himself after wishing you a good evening, you thought you had felt something slide down your back to your hips. Though, as it was gone, you didn't think about it further.

Instead, you finally left the building after your boss and rushed to your lover.

"I'm so sorry you had to wait, Izumi!" You openly hugged him and your boyfriend immediately put his arms around you as well.

"No, don't worry about it. You've worked hard.", he smiled and then kissed your forehead.

Everything was okay. You hoped you quickly forgot what you had seen today as you got into the car and drove back to your shared apartment.

After dinner and your usual night routine, you sat on your bed together with him as you moisturized your legs. Even though you were a little… miffed he didn't tell you about Hori, you hoped you didn't show it. There was no reason to get emotional about that. They just had a good laugh together, nothing more.

Though, everything went wrong when he suddenly started, "So… who was the man you were talking to?"

"Hm?" You were honestly surprised as you looked at him in confusion.

"You know, the dark haired, good looking one before you came out.", he specified.

"Ohh…", somehow you didn't like his tone, "That was my boss."

"Pretty young for someone leading such a big firm." Izumi didn't look at you as he rummaged through his nightstand.

"Yeah… his father died last year so he unexpectedly had to take over. He is really nice though and hard working."

The mood was, for whatever reason, a little tense.

"Hah yeah I can see he is really working hard to flirt with his subordinates."

"Excuse me?", you raised an eyebrow.

"(Y/n), I saw you and him." Izumi finally turned to you. "His hand was on your back and he was super close, too."

You scoffed speechlessly and just looked at him as if he was the crazy one.

"He was being friendly?" Why did you defend your boss? It was true that you had felt something, so it was Tachibana's hand?

"Friendly?? Right, because when I am friendly I touch someone like that.", Izumi clicked his tongue and then turned around to lay down, "Whatever."

When he turned his back to you, you couldn't hold back any longer, "No, I know. When you are being friendly, you just laugh hysterically with your ex, right? Must have been a reeeally fun conversation you had with her."

Finally, Miyamura turned around again and looked at you utterly surprised.

"That's right. I saw you too. And you didn't even tell me you met Hori today." After you had desperately tried to keep your cool, it was finally over as tears sprung to your eyes. Goodness, when will you learn not to cry in conversations like these?

"So don't get all huffy now telling me my boss is flirting with me when you have the greatest fucking time with your ex just outside my damn office.", you choked on the last words a little and then threw a pillow into his face.

"Ah, (Y/n)-"

"Shut up! I'm going to sleep!", you yelled before you turned around and slipped under your warm blanket, your back facing your boyfriend.

And all Izumi could do was listen to the light sniffles and watch your trembling form underneath the blanket as he lay back himself, wondering why he was such an idiot.

The next day, you and him didn't talk. Still miffed, you put on your heels before you grabbed your bag. Honestly, you would have just left without saying anything, but Izumi had something different in mind when he came to the front door. At first, you ignored him, though he didn't really care about that as he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. For just a few seconds, you felt his soft lips on yours, leaving you speechless for a moment.

"See you later. Come home safely.", he said like all the days prior as he pushed your lunch bag into your hands..

"Mh…thanks, you too… Love you.", you then mumbled loud enough and quickly walked out the door, though you still heard his "Love you too" before it closed fully.

With a loudly thumping heart, you walked to the bus station, undoubtedly happy about what he did. It certainly made you realize that you would have made a grand mistake walking out the house like that. Life truly was unpredictable and leaving the house without a single goodbye or loving word was not right. Despite your little fight, Izumi still knew that.

You were so embarrassed right now for acting that childish that you were glad the bus came quickly just so could hide in a corner and truly reflect on your little quarrel.

When you finally were able to eat your lunch, you just wanted a quiet moment to yourself, however…

"(Y/n)-san!)", a cheerful voice called out to you and you watched your boss approaching you.

"(Y/n)-san, you didn't eat your lunch yet?", though he didn't give you a chance to answer, "So, I thought I'd ask if you'd like to join today?" Tachibana reached out his hand and squeezed your shoulder.

That's when it finally clicked: Izumi was right. Your boss was shamelessly flirting with you - and that in front of everyone too!

"I'm so sorry, Tachibana-san thank you for the invitation, but I've been looking forward to eating my boyfriend's bento since he gave it to me this morning.", you politely said with a smile, but deliberately mentioned Miyamura, hoping he would get the hint as you also politely, but firmly, pushed his hand away from your shoulder.

Tachibana's face slightly derailed, but he swiftly had his composure back as he forced a smile and nodded.

"Of course… Then, if you'll excuse me.", he still smiled before he walked off.

Sighing, you turned back to your desk. Thankfully, your coworkers didn't say anything (to your face at least) as you opened your lunch bag. Every day, even though he had to work himself, he got up and made you a bento.

You felt the tears already, but you didn't want to cry while you stuffed your face with Miyamura's cooking.

You felt even more horrible about what had happened. Especially because he was totally right, your boss did flirt with you and you just showed him your nasty side by being jealous. Even though you did trust Izumi, you really did. It was just… whenever you saw Hori, you got reminded of the fact that she got all of Izumi's first times. Because for you, Izumi was your first everything. You met when you were 20 and while he had experienced all those "first times" already, you hadn't even romantically held hands with someone before that. So sometimes you wondered if he didn't regret splitting with his "first love", especially because you had heard from a young age that “the first love was like no other love, it can never be forgotten” and stuff like that. Hence why it made you insecure sometimes that he would want to go back to his first love where he got to experienced all those other firsts as well…

"I have to apologize… no matter what…that was childish of me.", you mumbled to yourself once you finished your delicious lunch.

With new motivation and determination, you went back to work.

With a deep sigh, you got ready to finally leave the office. Even though you got off on time, the thought of using public transportation made you grumble. Usually, you might have ended up calling Izumi to pick you up, since he usually closed the shop for the day at that point, however, that wasn't an option now. Not after you left like that this morning.

Though, when you stepped out of the elevator and walked to the big front entrance, you saw a familiar silhouette through the glasses of the door and windows. Even though Tachibana came around the corner just in that moment and called for you, you didn't even realize. Too fixated, you rushed past him, your heels frantically clicking on the tile flooring as you pushed the doors open and…

Indeed, Izumi leaned against the car and waited for you. Once he looked up, a smile adorned his face and that's when you ran the last few meters just to throw yourself at him.

"I'm sorry. I was a jealous idiot and you were right about Tachib-" However, Izumi interrupted you when his hands gently tilted back your head so he could silence you with a kiss.

"I’m sorry too. I should have brought it up differently. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about-" It was your time to silence him with a kiss, before you shook your head.

"It's fine. Really."

Then you hugged each other tightly. Izumi, nor you cared about the fact that you stood right in front of your office building and in the middle of the streets. Rather…when Miyamura just glanced into the building's direction, he saw your boss; he stood at the front windows, watching you two. It took everything in Izumi to not do anything inappropriate, so he just resumed to hugging you tighter and kissing your cute little side profile. If your boss ever touched you again, he might not have been so tame though.

With tangled mouths, Izumi somehow managed to open your shared apartment door so he could pull you inside in a haste. Clumsily, you both stumbled through the entrance, mouths never apart as he swiftly kicked the door close. A muffled moan escaped your lips when your boyfriend pushed you against the now closed door. Though, you didn't resist, rather, you pulled him in even closer, your tongues entwined as his hands roamed your body.

Izumi didn't even bother to open your blazer or blouse, instead, he opened the zipper of your pencil skirt and in one motion, he pulled it down so it pooled around your ankles. You didn't even have time to take off your pumps had he already grabbed your leg and pulled it up.

"Is it okay?", he asked breathlessly, which only elicited a small giggle from you.

"Mmn." You nodded and hummed approvingly, your hands already working on the zipper of his jeans.

That was all Izumi needed. Once his own pants and boxers pooled somewhere around his knees, he needily pushed your underwear to the side (because he really couldn't be bothered to pull it down).

With your help, he guided his aching cock into your dripping core, eliciting moans and grunts from you both. Miyamura filled you just the right way that it made you tremble.

"Fuck… you're so wet. It's so good.", your boyfriend grunted between gritted teeth. And you could just whimper in agreement as he started thrusting relentlessly without letting you catch your breath for a moment.

All you could do was grab onto him as Izumi moved his hips desperately and hard, grinding against that deepest spot inside you. Your back hit the apartment door and you were pretty sure neighbors could hear your moaning, despite your efforts to muffle it by burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Izumi!! Izum- nghhgg, d-don't…I…", you tried to get through to your boyfriend and he did stop relentlessly attacking your g-spot for a second.

"Does it hurt?", he asked in between heavy gasps holding you firmly pushed against the door. Yet, he gently kissed the side of head, his voice full of concern when he whispered, "Want me to stop?"

Though you just shook your head and hugged him even tighter (if that was even possible), "N-no it just…feels too good…my voice…will- MNGHG!", you harshly bit your lip when Izumi angled his hips a certain way to thrust deeply into you.

"You're so cute.", he whispered, though a small smirk played around his lips which made you pout. And then, he was back to burying himself over and over into your dripping pussy. The noises from your needy and desperate love-making were loud and so erotic.

Even though you were embarrassed that you stood at the front door, going at it like rabbits, there was also something inside you that didn't care if anyone would hear. Right now, all you were capable of doing was to hang onto him and let that bliss sweep you both away.

"Haaahhh~", you let out a blissful sigh while you relaxed against him. Even though it was pretty crammed in the small bathtub, neither of you cared.

Compared to yesterday, it was a comfortable silence as you cuddled together. As Izumi littered kisses all over your shoulder and neck, your thoughts once again drifted back to how you felt yesterday and how unnecessary that stupid fight was.

"Izumi?"

"Mmn?"

"About yesterday…I really am sorry. You know, it's not that I don't trust you. It's just.. ", you fiddled with your fingers trying to find the right words. Thankfully, he waited for you and just squeezed your thigh gently.

"It's just, uhhmm, you know, sometimes I…I get kinda jealous thinking about how Hori was your first everything and… that she got to have that all. I just wish I could have gotten to know you sooner and experience that with you …Ahhh just saying it out loud, it sounds so stupid. I'm really sorry." You shyly moaned at the end and buried your face in your hands.

For a moment, Miyamura didn't say anything, before a gentle laugh was heard. Squeezing you just a tad bit tighter, he nuzzled his head against your own before he said, "You're seriously adorable, (Y/n)."

"Mmmnnn don't say that… I'm really stupid.", you mumbled, though Izumi shook his head with a little chuckle.

"There is really nothing to worry about, (Y/n). She might have had a few of my first times, but definitely not all of them. The first time I'm living together with someone besides my parents, is with you. I’ve also never made a bento for someone before, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw how hard you were working and I love that you always compliment my cooking, it’s my little treasure.", he giggled and kissed the back of your hands until you finally lowered them so his beautiful blue eyes could stare directly into your soul, "And there are still many firsts to come…even now…”

"Eh? Wha-?"

Though before you could even say anything else, his hand touched your cheek and pulled you in really close before he whispered in your ear, "Aishiteru."

When Izumi rose again, the look on your face was priceless. Your beautiful eyes opened wide, mouth opened in disbelief and the sudden heat from your cheek transmitted onto the palm of his hand made his heart jump in response.

You were truly speechless for a moment, but also so incredibly happy. Hence why you just couldn’t stop the tears from blurring your vision. Without hesitation, you hugged him tightly and so suddenly that the water in the tub overflowed, though you both didn’t care when you held each other close.

And then, you returned those words.

Just like that, Izumi’s cheeks also turned a cute shade of red as he quickly buried his face in the crook of your neck. Even though he just said it himself, hearing it back from the one he loved the most was truly… exhilarating and even Izumi had to fight back those tears of happiness.

That surely was a “first time” you didn’t even think about receiving any time soon, but it only made your heart melt more, knowing that you were the first in his life to hear those special words. And it wasn’t any different for Miyamura himself, because he had felt the urge to tell you for quite a while now, but never knew when and he didn’t just want to randomly say it one day. Though, it couldn’t have been a better timing than this. Because even if there were some bad days, at the end of it, you could be sure that the love you had for each other was like no other and there were still many first he wanted to experience together with you.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up in nsfw scenarios ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

#izumi miyamura #miyamura x reader #izumi x reader #smut #horimiya

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ririya-translates · 1 month

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Chicchi

The final chapter of Ishida's Havenna stories after nearly an entire calendar year for Kisa's birthday. It comes with a new drawing and a music link as always. Absolutely no spoilers. For those who would like to read the whole series, they're now compiled in the masterlist.

Nobody knows anything about Chicchi's past. (From the notebook of Kokuto Neji "Chikatina Abas")

Ishida's ending notes: The Havenna series which started on a whim has finally come to an end. Thank you to everyone who has followed along this past year. I'm happy if you enjoyed it. This version of Havenna was written as fan fiction by one of the original creators. Jack Jeanne was created over a course of 1000 hours of discussion between Ishida and Towada. So even as one of the creators, it's unclear how much comes from my own imagination. This is why I used this disclaimer. Thank you to Towada-san for checking and confirming the contents of these to make sure. They are only from Ishida's perspective but it would be great if the stories have people expand their thinking when making comparisons to the game. All the best. (P.S. It's pronounced "ei-bas")

TL note: In Japanese the 'chi' sound can also be written as 'ti' so this name can still be read as Chikachina. But the 'ti' romanization has the fun benefit of making this an anagram of Kisa Tachibana.

#jack jeanne #jackjeanne #kisa tachibana #sui ishida #otome #when i said no spoilers i really meant it this time

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jujumin-translates · 21 days

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 4 - Newborn Fleur Award

Chairman: “We would like to now begin the New Fleur Award Board of Directors press conference. Thank you for taking the time to join us.”

Chairman: “To start, board members Yukio Tachibana and Reni Kamkizaka will talk about the policies of the New Fleur Award.”

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Sakuya: What kind of policies do you think they’re gonna announce?

Izumi: I didn’t look into any of the details, so I have no idea.

Sakyo: Maybe something regarding the selection process will be different from the Fleur Award in the past.

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Yukio: “New Fleur Award Board of Directors board member, Yukio Tachibana. Thank you for your time.”

Yukio: “I would like to explain to you more about the New Fleur Award.”

Yukio: “First, one major change to the New Fleur Award’s selection process will be the introduction of a ranking system.”

Yukio: “The current method of selecting nominees via the choice of the Board of Directors will be abolished, and all theater companies that enter will be able to participate.”

Yukio: “The ranking positions will go up and down in accordance with the accumulation of two different types of points.”

Yukio: “Theater Votes, which will be cast by audience members who go to see plays in person at a theater, and SNS Votes, which will be cast by audience members who watch via live stream.”

Yukio: “For the sake of fairness, Theater Votes will be worth more points than SNS Votes, which are easier to count.”

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Izumi: WHAT!?

Sakyo: A ranking system, huh… audience ratings will be more important than ever now.

Homare: In addition to that, it will require audience members to vote.

Tenma: So whoever’s got the crazier fans has an advantage, huh?

Banri: And it ain’t just about the SNS Votes either, right?

Itaru: If you’ve got good social networking skills, you could get trending and snag all the votes in one go.

Juza: So what you’re sayin’ is that we’re gonna have to fight for ‘em like we’ve never fought before…

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Yukio: “It will be held once every two years.”

Yukio: “The first year will be divided into four periods, or quarters. The rankings will be tabulated every quarter in order to determine the top ten theater troupes.”

Yukio: “In the second year, the top ten troupes will compete in the finals and the winner will be awarded the New Fleur Award.”

Yukio: “The bonus prize is still ten million yen, as it always has been.”

Yukio: “The venue will be a brand new theater that is currently under construction. More of the details will be announced at a later date.”

Yukio: “Full transparency was of the utmost importance regarding this change.”

Yukio: “The winner of the New Fleur Award will not be selected by some random board members, but will be voted on by a larger audience.”

Yukio: “Each and every theater company will have a fair and equal chance to win the Fleur Award.”

Yukio: “The purpose of this is to bring life to the entirety of the world of theater by putting both old and new theater companies on a level playing field, and by encouraging a larger audience to participate.”

Yukio: “By introducing a ranking system, a wide variety of people will be involved in the selection process for the New Fleur Award.”

Yukio: “While we’ve increased our transparency, there may be some forms of unfairness that we’ve never encountered before.”

Yukio: “As the Board of Directors, we intend to take each of these instances seriously if they are to arise.”

Yukio: “While being exposed to criticism and the public opinion may make you feel anxious, and you may fail…”

Yukio: “We want to create a whole new Fleur Award with all of the people involved in theater.”

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Izumi: Dad really has changed…

Sakyo: In a way, it’s the Yukio-san thing to do. He’s demolished the entire Fleur Award system and rebuilt it from the ground up.

Tasuku: Up until now, each theater company has been ranked based on how long they’ve been active and how recognizable their name is, but that’s finally changing.

Chikage: With past Fleur Awards, we all sort of had some idea of what theater companies were likely to win, but from now on, it’ll be much more unpredictable.

Itaru: Plus any number of new theater companies can join the fight.

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Reni: “To continue, I will now present the detailed schedule.”

Reni: “Entries for the Fleur Cup, which will determine who will be in the running for the New Fleur Award, will open at the end of the press conference being held today.”

Reni: “There will also be a pre-voting period to allow people to get an understanding of the Fleur Cup system.”

Reni: “The pre-voting period will begin tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. Only SNS Votes will be accepted during this time, and the rankings will be announced a week later.”

Reni: “Now, please note that this pre-voting period is only a trial period to allow everyone to become acquainted with the process of the Fleur Cup.”

Reni: “The ranking results from this will have no effect on the final selection of the Fleur Cup in any capacity.”

Reni: “The final selection will begin at 7:00 a.m. on the day following the end of the pre-voting period. From that point on, the two types of votes will be available: Theater Votes and SNS Votes.”

Reni: “Thereafter, the rankings will be announced every three months. After a year has passed, the top ten troupes will be selected to participate in the finals.”

Reni: “More details regarding the finals will be announced at a later date--.”

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Manager: W-W-W-What are we going to do!? We need to enter as soon as possible…!

Manager: Where’s the entry form? I’ll have to line up outside the Board of Directors’ office first thing in the morning…

Itaru: Who even accepts written applications anymore?

Chikage: They just announced the Fleur Cup website. It seems like entries will be sent there after filling out the required information.

Sakuya: And then the rankings will be announced a week later…?

Tsuzuru: So the current place of the troupe will be announced outright, huh…

Banri: It’s interestin’, ain’t it? I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ where the other troupes place.

Sakyo: The press conference as a whole seems to be getting a lot of attention. The voting turnout itself could be significant.

Citron: There is no need to worry! Our fans will surely vote for us!

Yuki: Letting just any theater company participate me~ans that people who created a theater company on nothing but a whim can participate too.

Tasuku: So there’s no question of activity or personal history, got it.

Kazunari: Maybe if we can get some attention, we can get to the top of the rankings.

Tsumugi: But this pre-ranking won’t affect the final selection, and even if it did, it would probably only be temporary, right?

Homare: However, when it comes to rankings, people are going to be made uneasy, no matter the outcome.

Izumi: We’re never going to know what the results are if we don’t enter, so let’s just start with that!

Omi: Right. The rice is just about done, so why don’t we have dinner now?

Kumon: Yeah~!

*Doorbell rings*

Izumi: ?

Manager: Yes, ye~s. Who is it~?

*Door opens*

Izumi: Who could it be at this hour?

*Door slams*

Manager: Awahwahwah! Everyone, we’ve got some very important guests…!

Izumi: Huh?

Yukio: Good evening.

Reni: Sorry to bother you at this hour. We’ll be on our way soon.

Izumi: Dad and Kamikizaka-san!?

Misumi: It’s like you came outta the TV~.

Yukio: The press conference was being held at a venue nearby, so we thought we’d drop by.

Yukio: After all, I won’t be able to show my face around here so easily in a short while.

Izumi: Huh?

Reni: In addition to this being his own former theater company, his daughter is now the one in charge of it. You’d likely be suspected of collusion.

Izumi: I see…

Sakyo: You really are serious about changing both the Fleur Award and its Board of Directors, huh?

Yukio: I am. With this, no one should have to grieve anymore. I want the future of the theater world to be brighter.

Itaru: Well, but it’s still getting darker in other ways.

Muku: Rankings… will it really be okay… what if we suddenly start getting backlash and get canceled on social media and no one votes for us…

Kumon: Or like, what if there’s a system error and only MANKAI Company’s votes are deemed invalid…!

Juza: All we can do is shut our mouths and wait to be sentenced.

Azuma: Fufu, you’re saying we’re going to be sentenced as if we’re criminals.

Tenma: You’re all overthinking, nothing’s set in stone yet. Jeez.

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#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #tenma sumeragi #banri settsu #reni kamikizaka #yukio tachibana #sakyo furuichi

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nejis-desk · 2 months

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Jack Jeanne Complete Collection - Interview with Terasaki Yuka (Kisa’s Voice Actor) Translation

This short cast interview is from the Jack Jeanne Complete Collection art book!

Ishida: What were your impressions when you first saw the setting of Jack Jeanne?

Terasaki: It’s a story about teenagers putting on plays together that’s drawn by the creator of Tokyo Ghoul, Ishida Sui-sensei. That information alone was all it took for me to be interested. I’m sure a lot of other people thought the same.

Since it’s a story that takes place in a theatre school, I found the way it's like a game meets theatre to be unique. I also found the aspect that the shows are put on by an all male cast to be really intriguing.

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Ishida: When you were voicing Tachibana Kisa, were there any aspects of your performance that you had to be careful about?

Terasaki: Kisa is a character herself, but she is also the stand in for everyone that’s playing the game. That’s why I stuck to the initial impression of the script as much as possible without adding too much of my own flair. I wanted her to be ‘transparent’ like Quartz.

In the romantic scenes especially, I want the player to have their heart racing over what Kisa’s love interest is saying and focus on them. So during those scenes I made sure to act out Kisa’s emotions more subtly. I’d like for those playing to be able to decide their own colours for Kisa, so I left some of her canvas blank. I remember I would go into the recording sessions keeping that in mind.

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Ishida: Were there any particular challenges you faced while working on Jack Jeanne?

Terasaki: The singing. When I first listened to the songs with the temporary vocals I was like ‘I’m going to be singing this!?’ and my anxiety quickly turned into terror! I had to reconstruct the way I’d been singing up until then from scratch. It was very difficult and I was unsure about a lot of things, but now thanks to Jack Jeanne I love singing even more than I did before.

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Ishida: Other than Kisa, are there any other characters that are your favourite or that you took a liking to?

Terasaki: Tachibana Tsuki… He’s Kisa’s older brother, but there’s still a lot of unsolved mysteries surrounding him. I can’t help but be curious about him. I’d love to read a novel or something about Tsuki-nii when he was a student at Univeil. I’d like to see Fumi-san and the other third years when they weren’t upperclassmen too.

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Ishida: Quartz, Onyx, Rhodonite, Amber. If you were to enrol at Univeil, which class would you like to be assigned to?

Terasaki: The relationships between the seniors and juniors are wonderful in every class, however I think I’d have to pick Quartz. Since I don’t think you can join the other three unless you’re already particularly skilled at singing, dancing or acting. So I’d like to find my own way to express my individuality in Quartz!

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Ishida: You have some experience with stage acting, so were there any scenes or moments in the game that you could relate to?

Terasaki: Jack Jeanne has a lot of different choices and branches in the story. You can choose different lines to say during the plays too, but no matter which one you choose the show will still reach its conclusion. If another actor changes something then you have to change with them, and if you change something, then they have to change with you. Even though every performance of a show is supposed to have the same programme and script and movements, you go into it with a fresh mind each day and there are slight differences between the shows.

There are things you sometimes only realise on opening day when you see the audience walking in, so I could relate to the sense of tension actually putting on a show brings. I’d love for the players to see how each character's dialogue changes with each option, so please play through the shows multiple times!

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Ishida: Every show in the game is quite different thematically, which one (setting, musical composition, etc) did you like best? Also, were there any shows that you’d like to try starring in in real life?

Terasaki: All of the shows are very different and I love all of them, but the one that I felt the most accomplished and happily tired after was the autumn performance. During auditions, the selection of lines from it were full of passion and tension, so I remember being excited to record for the autumn performance.

As for which one I’d like to try in real life, it would be Sissia of the Central Nation. When I recorded my lines for the whole show in one session, I started arranging how the stage set would look like in my mind. I’d think ‘this line would definitely be delivered from the top of the set, and this line would be said from the audience to the stage’. I’d read the lines whilst imagining what the show would look like and the performance that I could picture the clearest was Sissia of the Central Nation. So I ended up really wishing I could see it in person.

#jack jeanne translation #jack jeanne interview #jack jeanne #terasaki yuka #tachibana kisa #ishida sui

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CHAPTER 64 SPOILERS AAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!

"That would never happen," says man right before it happens.

Time to ramble because holy Fucking KINO. This entire build-up is fucking KILLING me!!! Having Baba Yaga explained in both Gehenna and Earth at the same time was a really good decision (thank you for letting me see my snake wife also), and overall just really hype.

I'm glad we got to see DLs interacting; the demon side had been missing some characterization in that aspect. But also where the fuck is Mammon? Is he being excluded for being a dunce or something? Or did Tachibana finally manage to summon him back to Earth? Probably the latter, but god, it'd be so fucking funny if Satan just didn't invite him.

Satan seems to actually be on top of the hierarchy down there, given that Asmodeus and Beel fear him to an extent. I was maybe thinking they stood on somewhat equal ground since Beel threatened to rip him apart some chapters back, but I guess not.

And this marks the second time he's shown any type of wrathful behavior, despite his own title. (That's so moe)

Satan uses 御前 which WHEWWWWWW. Okay. It basically means presence, as in an important person's presence. So this fucking guy is saying "You're in my presence". I think it also meant to be in the presence of a god, but I don't think that's what the author was aiming for. (Though it'd be interesting if that was it).

He uses 憤怒 (wrath) to refer to himself again, like he did in chapter 51, iirc.

Ngl that's hot.

Who said that

Anyway, on another topic, really interesting to see that Mr. Priest has been upgraded(?) from Priest-kun to Priest-san in Asmodeus' eyes.

Maybe she now considers him an adult since (waves hands around) that. That chapter was named "Childhood's End", after all.

Beelzebub, on the other hand, straight up calls her 淫売 (prostitute). Fucking hell man.

Okay

Also, I mentioned it briefly on my Twitter, but because of Asmodeus now every single one of his enemies knows Priest-kun jerked it!! Everyone!!!! No!!! Now everyone fucking knows!! ;_; I really hope it doesn't come up again with some future antagonist because that'd be devastating for him lol.

I'm not sure where the immortal part came from here, but the raws say "髑髏の明かりに火を灯し" which basically is "Light the fire in the skull's light" or whatever.

髑髏, according to jisho and goo.ne.jp, refers to a weathered skull (which is on brand with the chapter). Nooo idea where immortal part came from.

Eternal dole, however, I'm sure is a reference to the third canto of Dante's Inferno. It is used to refer to Hell (I think). In the raws, only "that door" is used to refer to the gates of Hell.

Some other notes I wanted to make:

I'm happy to see the cat theory become true!!!!

Levy with her straw was pretty cute. Kinda funny given the whole no plastic straws to save the ocean thing.

Good chapter 11/10, I saw my snake wife (male) again!!

#ekuoto #make the exorcist fall in love #amotalk

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Hi! :D I'm new to your blog, and I'm OBSESSED with your writing. So I wanted to request something and see how you would write it!!! :D

Tokyo Revengers, Takemichi has a sister and no one knew not even Hina, so his sister vists him and she's just like Sukuna, she can fight like Sukuna, her personality is like Sukuna.

Tokyo Revengers x Sukuna Takemichi's Sister reader. With the same personality and strength!!

Thank you!!! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

a/n : thankyou for the kind words anon they make my day 😭💞💞 also this story works in every timeline if you want to imagine it. thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

summary : takemichi's onee-san is home!

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- you were told go back to japan as your brother hanagaki takemichi has been in trouble for being involved with deliquents

- you were doing well abroad, had a job and good income but your relatives called to check on how your baby's brother doing

- annoyed, you came back of course

- annoyed, you were worried of course. japan had organizations and dangerous yakuzas and you didn't want him to end up miserable like that

- arriving at the address you had, you entered the home that was rather small but clean.

- you were unpacking when you heard voices from outside

- "oi takemichi let's go and play!" you went to the door to answer to see four teenagers

- they had bizzare hairstyles, bizzare hair colour too

- "you friends with takemichi?" you asked. seems to you that's it your normal voice but them your voice was cold and scary

- one of them that had a hairband on top of his hand psychically shivered.

- "oh, it's my voice isn't it? don't worry im not mad, my voice gets deep sometimes"

- they still were scared tho so after talking to you and takemichi whereabouts (at least they tried to talk), they scrambled back home

- one of them called akkun said takemichi had a girlfriend called tachibana hinata so you intended to visit her sometime

- "onee-san stop saying that! im here am i not?" the youngest whined. so in disbelief you pinched his arm while glaring at him

- "you don't go and mess with those deliquents you hear me takemichi? oi you hear me?"

- next morning you were up early and told takemichi to introduce you to hinata "e-eh how did you know?!"

- arrived at tachibana's household, a young boy black haired answered the door "naoto, is hina home?"

- he invited you inside and called for hina who was upstairs. hina was jumping to see takemichi but slowed down when he saw you. you tried to smile but your naturally cold face denied your tries

- "hinata?"

- you two talked a lot on the dining table and when hina's mother came back home from the market you insisted you helped and everyone ate lunch at the tachibana's household

- going home, you and takemichi was walking side to side very awkwardly "how come you just came back now onee-san?"

- "what i can't come home to see my only brother?"

- "it's not that onee-san, i was alone when you were gone. how can i know that you won't leave me anymore?" he hiccuped

- "you don't need to worry anymore, onee-san will stay here forever with you okay?" you hugged his shoulder and he smiled. you ruffled his hair and teased him a lot about hina

- "oh takemitchi!" you heard a boy called him

- "mikey kun! doraken!" he greeted them excitedly and went to run over them until he bumped into some weird looking guys that popped out from nowhere

- "so you're hanagaki huh? the one that beat up kiyomasa?" they cornered takemichi so you blocked them from your brother

- "back up assholes"

- "who are you woman? get away!"

- "well im another hanagaki too" you kicked one of their stomach and pushed hanagaki to his friends, telling them to run

- "but onee-san! mikey is-"

- "run takemichi!"

- so the three of them went into a corner and ran there

- you were facing five figuratively bigger men than you but did that scared you? no.

- you took a nearby thin stick and swinged it to their head, splitting the stick in one blow

- one of them lunged at you but you trapped his arm and forcefully folded his palm, his fingers cracking and definitely breaking after that

- still not giving up, one of them swinged a bat at your direction but you catched the bat and turned it down "i wouldn't do that if i were you"

- when the bat was directed down, you knocked his nose with your forehead and took the bat

- hitting the bat at the other men relentlessly, they all were left bloody on the ground right after

- you traced on of their chest area with your long nails, ripping the shirt in the process and said "harm hanagaki again, you'll be in a much much worse condition. you get me?" they said yes and struggled to ran away

- after dusting your shirt, you turned to the corner and saw the three boys was still there. huh they didn't ran away after all you thought

- "so cool onee-san! where did you learn that? teach me onee-san teach me!" takemichi yelled while clasping his hand together. his two friends too looked excited.

- "that was cool miss hanagaki" the taller boy said. the shorter one then said (or yelled) "you must meet my brother onee-san! you two should get married!"

- "mikey kun?!"

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #fluff #takemichi hanagaki #tokyo revengers takemichi #takemichi x you #takemichi x reader #takemichi fluff #takemichi x hinata #hinata tachibana

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izumi-fanclub · 6 months

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A3! Event Story Translation “NEW ERA GARDEN” [Chapter 2]

A certain pair reveal the grand prize of the new Fleur Award.

Kazunari

Oh, “New Fleur Award Executive Committee Member” is trending.

Itaru

I didn’t expect something from a video channel.

Kumon Are they gonna announce stuff on the new Fleur Award?

Itaru

Iirc, that one’s still undergoing maintenance.

Banri

Stream should be starting soon.

Yukio

“…”

Reni

“…”

Izumi

Ah, it’s dad and Kamikizaka-san.

Tenma

It’s kinda weird seeing them stand besides each other.

Yukio

“Nice to meet you all on our official video channel. I’m Tachibana, a member of the Fleur Award Executive Committee.”

Reni

“I’m Kamikizaka.”

“On this channel, we’d like to show you our efforts towards a new Fleur Award.”

“Please wait a little bit more as we shall have another formal occasion to go in-depth on the details of the new Fleur Award.”

“So for now, for the new information on our first stream, please watch this video.”

Izumi

Eh!? Is that a theater!?

Kumon

Is it under renovation or being built from the ground up!?

Muku

Oh yeah, I did see some construction on Veludo Way!

Yuki

Ah, that one.

Taichi

You mean that’s a new theater for the new Fleur Award!?

Reni

“We are pleased to announce that we are in the process of building a new theater complete with streaming equipment for the new Fleur Award prize.”

Tasuku

To think they’d build a whole new theater…

Sakyo

Does the fact that there’s equipment for livestreaming mean that the next Fleur Award will be primarily streamed online?

Kazunari

Is that Yukio-san’s idea?

Izumi

Probably…

(MANKAI’s built from dad’s idea after all… This wouldn’t be unlike him.)

(I hope Kamikizaka-san’s not having a hard time with dad’s reckless behavior again…)

Reni

“The seating and exterior are still under construction, it’ll still be some time before the official opening.”

“Though, the foundation of the stage has already been assembled.”

“I shall have Tachibana explain the schedule for the new production which will also be the unveiling of the new theater and rehearsals using the equipment.”

Yukio

“Next month, the new Fleur Award will be on the foundation of the new theater, marking our new beginnings.”

Taichi

Eeeh!?

Izumi

Dad’s making a comeback!?

Yukio

“The livestream will be free of charge as it will serve as a test for the equipment.”

“In regards to the content and the cast, it’s still a secret, so please look forward to it.”

Kumon

Who’s it gonna be?

Kazunari

Maybe it’s the first gen guys?

Banri

It’ll be next month though. Don’t really think they got the schedule for that.

Tsumugi

Maybe they’ve been preparing beforehand.

Sakyo

I wonder. But since it’s Yukio-san, there’s a possibility it was just an on-the-spot idea…

Izumi

(Whatever it is, I’m just excited to see dad working again!)

Yukio

…That’s why!

Kasumi

Yeah!

Hiro Why what?

Zen

…

Syu

…Sigh.

Zen

Just how did you get all of us together, musn’t be a busy season, so it’s whatever…

Kasumi

I’m a part of the work that’s allowed to write an exclusive “Spotlight” feature article on the stage up close.

Yuzo

You were so against it last time, now you just came stumbling in.

Kasumi

Oh shut it. Then and now are different.

Syu

Now how’d a popular actor like you fit this into his schedule?

Hiro

If I got told that I’ll be in a play with the first gen troupe on the stage of the new Fleur Award, it’d be top priority no matter what.

The agency’s got a lot of buzz lately so I managed to make some adjustments. What about your own theater company, Syu-san? Syu

I’ve got some young talent I got my eye on, so I asked that person to take over the role for next month’s show. And Reiji?

Reni

As a board member, I don’t really have a choice but to take it on.

Yukio

Looks like Yuzo’s the only one participating comfortably.

Yuzo

I’m right here you know!

Yukio

Thanks, everyone. I’m really happy that we can do theater together again like this.

Yuzo

What are you planning on now that we’re all here?

Hiro

A remake of an old show?

Yukio

Fufu, you’d be surprised. It’s a new show… on Shinsengumi!

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Going Home: Chapter 2

Yandere Platonic Toman

a big thanks to all my wonderful, patient readers, especially those that voted to have me work on this - it's a relief and a joy to finally be able to get this out to yall <3 there was so much more I had hoped to write, but alas, time restrictions. Enjoy!

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Going Home: Chapter 1

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“Did you hear? They upped that bounty again.” Naoto was usually good at tuning out the mundane chatter of his fellow policemen bustling around his cubicle - it was a skill he had trained over many years of work. Yet there was something in his gut about that line that had him paying attention to station gossip for once; the detective couldn’t quite recall anything about a bounty mentioned in the last two years.

Ears perking up as the two continued over the divide of an office cubicle unaware of their eavesdropper, the black-haired man leaned in as close as he could. “50 million yen, imagine that. More than a year’s salary, all that just for a safe return.”

No, Naoto chuckled to himself, mentally pushing away that photo of you still dressed in the uniform of a school that no longer exists attached to your file as he tried to focus back on the double homicide case open in front of him - there was absolutely no way that they were talking about you, right? But as the conversation unfolded, the unease at the back of his mind only grew.

“Never gave up, huh? It’s been twelve years now, can’t imagine what those criminals want with her."

“You gotta feel bad though. She was only fourteen ya know - my girl’s fourteen this year too."

His heart sank instantly. Despite all the odds, it was you - there was no doubt about it. But how could this be? You were of course still missing, as you had been for twelve years, and Naoto was dead certain that there was no open case on you, let alone a bounty enough to make anyone's eyes water - he had told Takemichi himself just a week and a half before. Even as the conversation took a turn for the lighter topics of upcoming vacations and bonuses, the black-haired police remained stuck, fingers frozen on his keyboard, mind whirling as he struggled to recall. Was there a memory refresh that he failed to notice? Did this change in his present mean that Takemichi was back from the future?

But it was one thought and one thought alone that quickly dominated the front of his mind, sending a shiver down his spine as it always did previously. If the future did truly change without his knowledge, then there was a possibility-

Hina-

Yet his rigid fingers refused to obey his mind’s orders to fly across the spotless, worn keyboard just like they had a few seconds ago despite it feeling much longer, remaining stubbornly stuck to the same keys they had been resting on. No matter how much he mentally screamed at them, pleaded with them, begged them to just move, to type in his sister’s name into the search bar just like they had so many times before, all he could do in the moment was watch the blinking cursor mock him.

“Tachibana-san? Are you all right?” A gentle touch to his shoulder had him all but leap from his seat, though Naoto had at least enough restraint not to swing at the thought intruder even in his shock.

Eyes flying up from his screen, his widened gaze met a pair of furrowed eyebrows framing a concerned look from his fellow detective occupying the cubicle next to him. “I-I’m fine,” The Tachibana sibling stammered out, hurriedly wiping off his sweaty palms on the sides of his pants.

“You’re shaking!” She tutted, looking him over, her tone quickly softening to a gentle lull. “I think you should take the day off, Tachibana-san. I heard about what happened when I got back, my condolences about your sister.”

So Hina didn’t make it in this future either. But still there was something very wrong, his instincts screamed at him, and combined with the feeling of a thousand snakes crawling under his skin making the hair on the nape of his neck stand, the detective was more than inclined to believe the churn of his gut.

Stepping out into the cool night, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to block the shine of the full moon smiling down ever so gently upon Naoto as he rushed out from the station with a single mind to get home as quickly as possible. The flap of loose papers haphazardly stuffed into his bag threatened to set themselves free in the tail breeze he kicked up as the man slid into his car, engine letting out a choked cough as it was forced to life. The slumbering streets of Tokyo felt unusually silent despite nothing being out of the ordinary - the occasional drunk lying fast asleep along the pavement being the only signs of life. But for all his reckless driving and breakneck speed, flinging open his front door only to find Takemichi's slumbering body, still frozen on the makeshift bed as it had been for the past three weeks, only led Naoto to a single, troubling conclusion.

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Across on the other side of town, tucked away safely in the heart of the headquarters belonging to Japan’s most dangerous syndicate, you were snoozing away peacefully under the same shared moonlight, blissfully unaware of the turmoil you had unknowingly stirred up.

Snuggled tight under warm comfortable sheets and a familiar weight huddled in your arms, you had - in the drowsy haze of waking from a good night’s rest - initially brushed the previous day as nothing more than a creepy dream, a nightmare even. That it must have been just a dream, too bizarre to even consider that those heart-pounding events actually came to pass. Finding yourself in an unfamiliar alley with the school building nowhere in sight, being kidnapped by a man with no footsteps from your own house, only to be whisked away to find a white-haired sickly looking Mikey; you chuckled at the thought of your Toman friends flying into a panic at the absurdity of your story, perhaps even insisting that you went to have your head checked.

Yet as your heavy eyes fluttered open, you were confronted not with the first lights of dawn scattering through, or even the dim glow of the streetlamp that had faithfully stood outside your room for as long as you could remember - there was nothing but darkness. Eyes now flying open, your breath hitched - where were you? The glimpse of something white nestled in the crook of your neck did little to settle the thumping in your chest, the vain attempt in moving either of your legs or your left arm only adding fuel to the growing fire. This wasn’t home. This wasn’t your bed. Wha-

But right as the panic set in, your single free arm shooting out in a bid to yank yourself free, it was the low, sleepy mumble of your name emulating from an unseen face - the same one pressed firmly into your chest - that had you freeze before you could strike out at the offending party, your mind now choosing to instead offer up a familiar name to your clinger.

“Mikey?” You whispered.

The insistent nuzzle was your only response, individual strands of white hair thrown up, fluttering with every breath you exhaled, glittering even in the lack of light as Mikey tried to bury his face deeper in a bid to escape the disturbance. It was a strange mix of relief and reassurance that flooded you - the thought of the events of yesterday truly happening, that it hadn’t been just a dream - it was somehow comforting.

Letting a yawn, the first of the day, bubble up and out through your lips, running one hand through his hair brought about only more whimpers, Mikey's grip on your shirt, where he's been no doubt been stuck to the entire night, tightening further in his sleep. You didn't mind of course, you never did, no matter which Mikey he was. Allowing yourself to sink back under the thick covers, helped along by a for once in no hurry to start your day, you could only wonder how long you had been asleep - it was rare that you ever sleep in after all, not with hungry boys to feed at lunch time.

Still, as time ticked on, no matter how hard you tried, the feeling of dirt that clung to your skin from the previous day and the itch of your school uniform was getting impossible to ignore. And you did try your best, your friend’s once-sorrowful face now smoothened out in his sleep too peaceful for you to disrupt - it must have been a while since he had a good rest, you gently tracing the tips of your fingers across his dark eyebags. Yet the desire to feel the grime of yesterday gone became too overwhelming, and you could only allow the expected guilt to weigh on your gut as you carefully pried yourself free from Mikey, the familiar, heart-wrenching whine that had started up quickly dying down when you reattach the notorious snuggler to a bolster, as you had so many times before.

The comfortable silence that hung over Mikey’s bedroom was only broken by another yawn and a groan of satisfaction as you stretched out cramped limbs, with several muffled knocks soon joining the small cacophony of sound as you tried to feel out the doorway you vaguely remember stumbling through - you made sure it was nothing loud enough to wake your sleeping friend at least. Too worn out to have noticed which direction you had stumbled in the previous day, you could only resort to fumbling about in the shadows, outstretched hands feeling for any sort of handle or frame that would indicate a door. At least with the tiny room, it didn’t take long for your hands to catch on, the cold of the metal door handle that froze the tips of your fingers a good sign. But the flood of light that burst through the tiniest crack of the door had you instantly regretting your decision, the sudden brightness overwhelming your sensitive eyes.

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Life was hard, bemoaned Ran. Taking a stroll down luxuriously decorated corridors, the only thing Ran could think of at the moment was the small specks of dirty red that stained his custom tailored suit and his sore feet. A horrible combination of having his intended targets lead on a wild goose chase down countless smelly alleys in a vain attempt to escape their sealed fates, combined with having to shoot them way too close for comfort had left him being completely exhausted.

Yet despite his need to just crumble right where he stood and take a nice, long nap sprawled across the plush carpets, him in such a tragic state was a sight Rindo would absolutely kill to see, and that was the last thing Ran would ever allow his younger brother to have the pleasure of. And so against the wishes of his screaming, aching muscles, the man all but willed his body to keep moving - hold out just a bit longer for a hot shower and his soft, warm, comfy bed was the mantra he repeated to himself on every agonizing step. But the older of the two Haitani brothers quickly found himself thankful for having made the initially awful decision to make the journey.

It was the small crack of complete darkness that contrasted so vastly against the matted wood of that dreaded white door and the backdrop of eternally lit corridors that instantly caught even his weary eyes as he rounded the corner towards Executives’ Row, the glint of an eye carefully peering out somehow gleaming brighter than the polished gold of the overhead chandelier for a brilliant moment.

And in that moment as he strided near Mikey’s door, your eye swung up to catch his, and you blinked. In surprise, Ran guessed, since it was rare to have any foot traffic round this part of the building - he must have been the first person you saw all this time. But when you instead pulled the door further open to allow yourself to shimmer out the narrow gap, the single beam of light briefly illuminating his boss’s figure huddled up in bed before the door was lightly shut behind you, the Bonten executive couldn’t claim that he understood what went through your mind in that moment.

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you having to take a deep breath before pulling yourself together to speak up. “Sorry to bother, but do you know where I could find the shower?”

You stood out almost painfully among the hardened criminals that roamed Bonten Headquarters - and it wasn’t your rumpled school uniform: it was rather well known that certain… members of their esteemed organization had their tastes. But rather it was your whole person - from your delicate hands to the softness of your face, and those eyes. Those big innocent eyes that hid nothing from the world - one look was all Ran needed to tell that you didn’t belong in their underworld, your thoughts and feelings pouring forth with barely a filter. Plus the fact that you had deemed him, of all people, safe enough to leave the confines of Mikey’s room despite his person being clearly covered in blood for such a simple question; you weren’t exactly the brightest kid on the block. Though perhaps you were right in your reading to an extent; Ran wasn’t about to touch anyone who clearly had his boss’ favor - enough to survive a night and a morning where no one else has ever treaded at least.

Slipping his hand into the pocket of his coat, the made-man was still somewhat surprised to see the lack of a fear response from you that the simple gesture elicited previously in so many victims and grunts alike, whether he was retrieving his gun or something much more innocuous. But it was just his pack of cigarettes this time, Ran gesturing for you to follow him a little ways down the corridor, to which you obediently tottered along much to his amusement, before lighting the stick now clenched between his teeth. Mikey always hated the smell, and you didn’t favor it either, your nose scrunching up as the smoke drifted towards you with the whirl of the air conditioning. “So you’re Mikey’s type huh? Never thought he liked his whores so young~”

The question was enough to break you out of your exceedingly polite coughing fit hidden behind one fragile hand, even if Ran had meant for it to be rhetorical. Furrowing your eyebrows, nothing could prepare the man for the next question that spilled from your lips. “A whore? What’s a whore?”

He gagged. That wretched gray smoke sputtered out in small breaths as Ran all but doubled over with laughter, the expression on your face swinging from bewildered to concern only adding to the pain in his sides. You had reached out, but he only waved your concern away, allowing himself to live through the rolling waves of highs and pain. Finally pulling himself together, the soreness of the day seemed to have all but melted away. “You’re joking right?”

You had to be; there was no way that school uniform was real. He knew the other executives were strange, but even they wouldn’t sink that low - it was an unspoken rule by far, but everyone knew better than to risk Mikey’s wrath. Throwing one arm over you, he leaned down. “Come on, you can tell me - how’s the old man in bed? He went in raw or what? I promise I won’t tattle~”

“Old ma- oh! You mean Mikey? His hair is quite white I suppose.” Tilting your head, Ran could see the gears in your head turning through those doe eyes. “He always likes to cuddle when he’s sleeping.”

Wha- Cuddling?

But just as Ran was about to open his mouth and ask you to elaborate whether it was the same kind of cuddling he was thinking of, it was about then that Kakucho’s cryptic warning, dished out in passing as the two met at the door to the dining room, which he had originally dismissed to the back of his mind swung back to hit him like a brick. If you see a girl in a middle school uniform around, mess with her at your own risk.

No fucking way.

Immediately dropping his arm from you, Ran took a step back, his neglected cigarette quickly finding its way back between his lips as the executive let out a shaky laugh. Fuck. That explained a lot. So you were that girl - Mikey’s missing girl. A lot younger than he was expecting, but still. He didn’t imagine the boss would take very kindly to Ran’s prodding of you regardless, much less so after searching the length and breadth of Japan for you for twelve straight years.

Turning only briefly to stub out his cigarette on a nearby ashtray, the Bonten executive exhaled the last of his smoke break in the direction of a vent, before facing you once more. Pulling up the best older-brother smile he could muster (those that he reserved to use on Rindo when he accidentally shoots him in the foot again), Ran cranked his charisma to the max. “I suppose Mikey can be pretty sweet at times huh?”

Dear god if the others heard the things he was saying. But this was a do-or-die, and luckily for him, you were no way as cunning as the bastards he usually deals with. Probably way too kind to laugh, too naive to realize his backtracking, you seem to almost gladly take the bait. “He is! Mikey really doesn’t have a mean bone - just a tad protective honestly.”

Right, not a single mean bone. The boss of Bonten, the single largest and most feared criminal organization in Japan with its sticky fingers in the most horrid illegal activities imaginable, had just a small problem with how possessive he was. Sure. Maybe. Ran really couldn’t tell what was hurtling through what must have been a pretty empty space in your head, and he didn’t think he would want to ever find out, but if it worked in his favor, well - you wouldn’t find him complaining. Kind smile never once slipping, the man reached down to gently brush a lock of hair out of your face, before lazily straightening back up.

He knew what he was doing well; a gentle blush instantly blooming across your cheeks, though Ran didn’t miss the confusion washing across your eyes before you shyly dropped your gaze from his. Ah, to be innocent once more. “Pardon me, it seems I got sidetracked. You were looking for the shower, weren’t you?”

“I- yes?” You squeaked out, before you seemingly caught yourself, blinking several times as if breaking yourself out of a spell, your voice quickly returning to normal. “Yes, the shower please.”

“It’s down this way, you see that giant vase?” Ran pointed down the corridor he had hauled himself down just minutes earlier, the ornate white and blue Chinese vase he never once noticed now an eye-catching feature in the near distance, flowers and cranes glowing and dancing under the gentle glow of its dedicated spotlight. “Take a left, and it’s the first door on your right. You’ll find everything you need in there.”

Given that it was Koko’s private shower room went unsaid; that white-haired money freak was only about as scary as a bottle of shampoo next to Mikey’s wrath, and if leading you to the most luxurious shower meant there was a chance you forgot what he just said to you or even better, put in a good word for him with the boss, Ran would willingly, happily forfeit his month’s stipend. Hell, he would even forfeit two month’s worth if it met that he didn’t have to explain to Mikey why he dared even utter such crude words around you.

Your gaze followed his finger, lingering for a moment at the vase marking the junction, before you turned back to face him. Yet your eyes remained amusingly fixed on his waist as you chirped your thanks, before taking your hurried leave from his presence, all but running the short distance down the carpet-lined path and disappearing round the corridor. The slow creak of a well-worn hinge was somehow cute - Ran imagining you carefully pulling open the door and peaking inside to check if he was pulling a fast one on you - and then the soft click of the door locking behind you. Finally letting out the wretched sigh he had been holding, the Bonten executive allowed himself to slump against the wall, hand slipping back into his pocket to grasp at the familiar, crumpled box of cigarettes, the drying bloodstains dotting his suit long forgotten. Fucking hell.

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Separated by just a few streets and twelve years of yet unpassed time, it seemed no matter how hard Takemichi searched and researched, there was still no sign of you anywhere to be found in this quiet corner of town, nor any sign that the cruel afternoon heat that had been roasting him alive for the past two hours or so would finally have mercy on him and let up already. Letting out a wretched sigh as you failed to appear in the depths of yet another dumpster, the echo of the lid slamming shut behind him resounding across empty alleyways only seemed to taunt the blond-haired boy of his failure - of everything that had happened, how could he have forgotten about you?

You, the one trigger that every part of that wretched future seemed to be linked to, whom Hina's future depended on. It was stupid of him to assume that just because he had prevented Draken’s death from coming to pass on the night of August 3rd, the slate would have been wiped clean. Yet now with you now truly missing from the past, Takemichi could only dry his bitter tears on his school uniform’s sweat soaked sleeve - despite all he and Naoto had worked for, it seemed that the same future would come to pass once more.

That same memory he had of you from the hospital kept replaying itself in his head no matter how much the blond-haired boy tried to force it back, haunting him like a ghost, taunting his failures. It was always the same scene: him catching sight of you seated in a small private room at the end of a busy corridor alone while partially hidden behind a wall, watching from a distance as you bundled Mikey in your arms, him crumpling and weeping into your chest. The white of the bandages neatly bound around your hand from where you tried to catch the knife almost glowing under the harsh white lights, standing out against the gold of the Toman President’s hair as you ran it through your friend’s hair, what seemed like a hum on your lips as you bent to press a kiss to the top of his head. A reminder that despite Mikey’s invincible strength, he was still just a kid inside - one that needed comfort as much as Takemichi did, a place to seek refuge from the harsh world - comfort that he found in you.

Comforts that all the Toman founders found in you and your loving arms according to weary, overly cautious members who spoke only in hushed tones, which they were now forced to endure without even as life marched relentlessly on, bringing Takemichi full-circle back to this situation he was trapped in. What to do? Was there anything more he could even do?

The ping of a new message broke his train of thoughts, though far from being the good news he hoped for, it was just the quarter-hourly text from Draken that lit the small screen of his flip phone. Yet another sigh slipped his lips before Takemichi could stop it, the blond-haired boy slumping against the brick-lined wall that stretched endlessly into the distance, glumly replying a negative to the Toman Vice Captain before tucking his phone away. This was all his fault. If only he had drummed up the courage to approach you after saving Draken, there was a chance that he could have saved Hina-

Wait. Draken was saved. He didn’t die. And that meant-

Pushing off from the wall, his feet barely made a tap against the concrete as Takemichi all but flew down the path, mind set in a single-minded attempt to reach the Tachibana residence as fast as humanly possible. The future was not all that set in stone just yet it seemed.

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The steam gently rising from the floor in a cloud was usually an indicator that your time in the shower was up, but seated under the hot water raining down on your skin, alone with time to yourself, it was little wonder your reluctance to leave the small comfort you found sapped away your will. And so here you were, sat on a small stool underneath a trickle of running water, with the lingering fragrance of expensive yet unfamiliar soaps you barely dared use still tickling your nose (in your defense, they were the only ones available), thinking.

Not only did you just realize you had no clean clothes to change into after your shower, having already accidentally sprayed your only set when you were momentarily overpowered by the shower head, it was only amidst the quiet of the bathroom - alone for the first time in the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours - when the realization finally dawned on you that wherever this was, it wasn’t home. Yes, you were undoubtedly still in Shibuya, Tokyo - the train stations you were whisked past were unmistakable, no matter how blurred and brief your view of the outside was.

Yet the Tokyo that laid tauntingly out of reach, hidden behind the opulent walls of this labyrinth of corridors - it wasn’t the same lively city you had awoken to yesterday morning. The sun that would rise or had risen, it couldn’t be the same sun that had bathed you in its gentle glow as it peaked over the horizon as you locked your front door behind you. And the most concerning of all was the unrecognizable Mikey you had fallen asleep with. This was no dream, but at the same time, how could it not be? Whatever was happening to you was supposed to be the stuff of books - mere fantasy trapped safely behind printed words.

So where were you? The patter of water raining down on the tiled floor held no answers for your question, and so your mind turned to the other pressing issue.

That man. Even now safely behind the double-locked door of the pristine shower room, the mere memory of the fleeting brush of his fingertips across your cheek was enough to set your face alight once more, and you quickly turned to bury your face into your hands, the fog doing little to hide the flushing face reflected in the wall-to-ceiling mirror from you. You hadn’t dared look back even once at the overly charming purple-haired man as you tried to distance yourself as quickly as it was polite, yet you couldn’t deny that the little skip in your heartbeat at his lazy, charming smile despite the earlier bombardment of strange, weird questions you couldn’t understand - what was wrong with you?

Carefully touching one cheek as if you could feel the heat radiating through your skin, you could only hope that you wouldn’t run into him again, waiting to ambush you with more questions outside the door. You think you liked the polite, distant Kakucho a lot more.

But it seemed that fate had ordained that your peace was over, broken by a sudden loud bang that had you almost toppling off your perch, wood shuddering under the force of the impact, right before another mighty hit to the edge of the lock sent the metal rattling. Despite your first thought being that mysterious man for reasons beyond you, the holler of your name - a desperate prayer leaving the lips of an anguished devotee - resonating through the inch-thick door and echoing around the marble-tiled room that brought your wandering mind firmly back to earth.

“Mikey!” You squeaked, hurriedly reaching up to switch the tap off, the other hand stretching out towards the stack of towels. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the door, but it was a precaution should the groaning wood give way. “Mikey, it’s okay! I'm here.”

The reassurance seemed enough to at least calm your friend down, the cacophony of the white-haired man all but trying to break down the offensive door instantly dying away, swallowed into the silence that permeated every corner of this seemingly lifeless place. Yet it was the heart wrenching whimper of your name, a quiet whine which followed that pierced the veil of the otherworldly quietness through the solid wood door, reaching your ears loud and clear. “You didn’t leave me.”

Your chest tightened. "I'm right here.” You whispered. “Just had to take a shower."

A pause. "Can I come in?"

The chuckle slipped your lips before you could stop yourself, the amused smile breaking out onto your face clearly reflected on the mirror through the swirling mist even as you carefully righted yourself back onto the stool. It seemed no matter what had transpired, Mikey was still the same boy you knew deep down. "Still a no from me, Mikey."

"But I got clothes for you."

You perked up - indeed a clean change would be sorely welcomed. "Could you pass them to me please? Just a few more minutes okay?"

A promise of attention later was rarely a high enough prize when dangled alongside shower time; one of those unfortunate lessons you had to learn the hard way. You held your breath. "Fine. Open up."

Your sigh of relief was palpable, though the change in tune didn’t slip your attention. Reaching for the silver handle, it took mere seconds from the click of the door being unlocked and pulled ever so slightly open for Mikey to shove a set of clothes through the small gap before yanking it back shut behind him. Though you were almost pulled off your perch for the second time seeing that you had failed to let go of the door handle in time, you still thanked whoever was looking out for you that you had managed to catch the freshly-pressed set with a quick mumbled prayer - you really didn’t fancy having to wear wet clothes, especially after what happened to your first set.

Picking yourself off the stool, you easily recognised the patterns and embroidery adorning the various articles of clothing - this was undoubtedly yours, taken from your house, complete with underwear. Someone must have made the trip at one point in time, and you really did hope it was Mikey - the idea of a complete stranger rummaging through your underwear drawer made you uncomfortable.

“You spoke to Ran.”

“Ran?” You echoed the unfamiliar name - that must have been the name of the purple-haired man from earlier. But you don’t recall a Ran in the ranks of Toman - a new friend perhaps? “How did you know?”

Mikey fell silent for a moment. “I don’t want you talking with him.”

So not a friend, you assume, or at least not a friend you were allowed to have. You didn't answer, instead letting out a sigh as you reached up to turn the shower back on, rinsing off the last of the soap still tangled up in your hair, though it was a glint of purple from one of the multitude of bottles you caught in the corner of your eye that sparked a sudden burst of curiosity. “Mikey?"

“Mmm?”

“What’s a whore?”

Two floors down, a certain purple-haired man felt a shiver go down his spine.

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It was instantly clear to Takemichi that he was back in his own twenty-six year old body through just the glare of the familiar overhead lights that never failed to hurt his eyes. Letting out a groan as he struggled to sit back up after three weeks of inactivity, the black-haired man opted to allow his head to drop back onto the acceptably soft cushion of the couch - the clap of his hand against a younger Naoto was the easiest part of any time leap.

“Takemichi! You’re back!”

At least this time around, he didn’t need to face an oncoming train to find Naoto. But there was no rest for the weary it seemed, as the black-haired man was solidly lifted from where he was recovering, a pair of strong hands clamped around his shoulders shaking him like he was the last chip in the Pringle can.

“The future changed, Takemichi!”

“As it’s supposed to?” Was all he managed to get out without biting his tongue - he swore he could feel his mind rattling away in his skull.

But his question only seemed to agitate the younger Tachibana further, the police detective instantly dropping the man back down onto the couch in favour of pinching his nose, looking scarily similar to his former high school teacher having to deal with yet another stupid question. "No, you don't understand. It changed while you were in the past.

The grim look Naoto wore only grew with the horror dawning on his face. “You mean-”

“There’s another time leaper.”

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“Come on Mikey, I’m sure he didn’t mean anything bad.” You were sure you had done something right by meekly requesting Mikey to stay with you upon him falling into a sudden silence at your question, which he begrudgingly obliged - at least you had hoped Mikey’s friend would be safe from a beating you had once again unknowingly caused.

Emerging from the shower room to find Mikey huddled into himself against the doorway, the man wasted little time in flinging himself at you, bony arms flushing you tight against him as he buried his face into your shirt. Although it seemed that not all was right, the man instantly pulling away offended after taking a single sniff, abyss eyes turning up to meet your own even as his nose wrinkled, looking much like a puppy who had a strong whiff of lemon. “You don’t smell like you.”

“It’s me.” You reassured him, releasing him from your arms to lift your shirt and have a smell yourself - it was well known how much your friends like the smell of that one soap you had been using back home. Having you use something new on no notice at all must be especially jarring. “I think it’s the soap. Sorry Mikey, there was only one type in there.”

“I don’t want you using this shower. You use only mine, I’ll get you the same soap you use.” Taking another sniff did little to settle your friend, who only grew more disturbed. “Bathe again in my shower.”

Letting your cat-printed shirt fall back down to drape over you, you offered one delicate hand to him. “Come on, I swear I’m already clean!”

Carefully intertwining his fingers in yours, Mikey didn’t seem to want to back down. “This shower’s dirty,” He insisted, stubbornly puffing up his cheeks, looking away when you tried to protest. "Bathe again.”

The laughter bubbled up freely through your lips as you pecked a kiss to his forehead, feeling him melt into your arms once more. “I’ll think about it later, okay Mikey?”

It was the new addition to the overwhelmingly decorated corridors that instantly caught your eye as the two of you traveled the short distance back to Mikey’s room, your footsteps silenced by the plush carpet underfoot, your white-haired friend all but riding piggyback with the way he was clinging to you. A multitude of small fine china bowls, you thought you spied from the distance, the shimmering white embellished with flowers and covered with equally expensive looking porcelain covers quickly covering into view as you and Mikey neared, balanced on a shiny metal tray that had been reverently left on the contrastingly small and simple wooden table right beside your friend’s white bedroom door.

Food perhaps? It did seem to be around lunch time.

And you were quickly proven right, the steam from the freshly-cooked rice wafting up and dispersing in the cool air when you gently lifted the cover. Delicately assembled and beautifully displayed, the effort and sheer work that went into preparing each and every dish was more than clear to you as you carefully revealed every dish - masterfully cooked and skillfully diced lobster tail, beef, pork, vegetables and countless others sides that escaped your knowledge. A feast truly fit for a king. Yet it was only the last dish that had your friend finally leave where he had been huddled against your back, nimble fingers quick to snatch up what your eyes barely registered as a piece of taiyaki.

“Are you going to eat the rest?”

“Don’t wanna.” Came the muttered response, Mikey’s chin now back to resting against your shoulder, half the taiyaki already stuffed inside his mouth.

You sighed, gingerly replacing the cover; that was about the response you had expected from your notoriously picky friend. “You can't just eat taiyaki, Mikey. It's not healthy!"

“But I don’t wanna.” He whined, pressing his face into the crook of your shoulder, the taiyaki clutched in his hand dangled loosely over your other shoulder. “I don’t wanna.”

Oh Mikey definitely knew what he was doing, trying to wriggle his way out of eating anything that wasn’t cake in the shape of a fish. But despite his usually effective kicked-puppy tone that always had you melting and giving in, food was the one topic you never compromised on, and seeing how sickly he looks up close, you had your tricks to make your friend eat. “Ahh I was thinking of making some taiyakis, you know. It’s been a while since I did that.”

The interest was immediate, the man whipping his head up, abyss eyes turning to look at you. “Handmade taiyakis?” Mikey repeated weakly, the grip he had on the front of your shirt tightening.

“Mmm!” Instead feinting disappointment, you struggled to hide the smile as you looked away, wondering out loud. “But you know the rules - can’t eat two taiyakis in a row without a meal. So I guess that’ll have to wait.”

“No!” And there was the answer you were looking for, your white-haired friend throwing himself in front of you in an attempt to stop you from walking away, bundling himself into your arms. “I’ll eat it okay? But you gotta promise.”

Letting out a laugh, you pecked him on the forehead, before expertly twisting around to pick up the tray of food as you had a hundred times before. “I promise I’ll make those taiyakis for you. Come on, we can probably share this.”

It was in a room just two turns down from where you had spent the night that the two of you shared the lavish meal, you carefully spooning pieces of expensive meat atop little lumps of rice and feeding it to a scrunching Mikey, before having a scoop of food yourself. The room itself was bare-boned compared to even the corridor outside, consisting of nothing more than a large meeting table and a few chairs on each side, of which you and Mikey occupied two. It was a far cry from the homely feeling of your own dining room, though you had to admit that the rolling office chairs were extremely comfortable.

Little by little, the two of you chipped away at the meal, finishing right on time, with the last spoonful disappearing into your mouth when there was a quiet knock on the door. The plain wooden door didn’t swing open though like you had expected, but it seemed that it was for Mikey, his head snapping up to stare at the sound for a moment, before his eyes swung to you. “Do you know how to get back to my room from here?”

Humming, you recalled the short walk here as you thoughtfully chewed and swallowed. “Two rights, white door on the left?”

Mikey nodded, taking your hand and gently pulling you towards the doorway. “You head back first. There’s a meeting I need to attend.”

And his tone flattened, the playfulness that had swirled behind the black of his eyes fading away. “You go straight back and lock the door. Don’t stop, and don’t talk to anyone you see, you understand?”

You nodded.

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Sanzu doesn’t think he has had a better day than today in years, a rare hum trailing the path that his staggering silhouette carved through the halls of Bonten headquarters. Heaven must have been smiling down on him on this fabulous day, a crooked smile gracing his lips, though not everyone agreed, with the lower ranks of the criminal syndicate tripping over themselves to scram at the sight of a joyful Sanzu.

Mikey’s tray was returned empty. Every dish was polished, the kitchen told him; not even a grain of rice left for the first time in many years. Taking in a large breath, the pink-haired man let his chuckle mix with the pant of his exhale, turning his gaze up towards the ceiling, bright lights burning spots into his dilated eyes barely a bother. His muddled brain could think of nothing else, turning the same few words again and again around even as the high of the moment kept his overly relaxed muscles moving against their will - Mikey was eating. Oh his king was eating again.

Turning the corner seemed a bit too advanced for his drugged-up state, Sanzu barely managing to catch himself on a window ledge before he slammed into one of countless priceless statues that lined the corridor, instead tripping on thin air and landing face first on the carpeted ground. Yet even as he rolled onto his back with a throb in his nose, a mild trickle of blood for all his efforts in saving something he couldn’t care more about (fuck that money miser, he needed his drug money), all the Bonten executive could do was laugh and laugh and laugh, the empty giggles echoing down the empty hallways as the lights overhead continued to shine down uncaringly on his aching sides. Mikey was going to get better and stronger. And maybe Sanzu would even get some praise for his efforts. And damn those pills were strong, maybe he shouldn’t have taken so many if he was going to see the boss. And -

“Are you alright, mister?” A gentle voice broke his internal rambling, pink eyelashes flying open for a pair of steel blues to confront a blurry yet disturbingly familiar face overhead, the small patch of shadow cast over him by your delicate silhouette providing little respite from the throbbing lights. But as the features of your face slowly came into focus, and the memories came flooding back, Sanzu felt the panic and dread surge. No, no, no - you were supposed to be dead! That bounty wasn’t meant to turn up results, he made sure of it!

Were you just a ghost back to haunt him? To haunt Mikey?

“You’re- Sanzu, aren’t you?” But the delight that sparkled in your eyes told a different tale, a bright smile gracing your lips as you offered a hand. “I thought I recognised you from somewhere!”

Attempting to smack your hand away turned out to be a failure, so Sanzu just opted to ignore it, clambering to his swaying feet himself. “You- you’re-” He swallowed, before quickly catching himself. He knew exactly who you were, Mikey’s clear orders back from his Toman glory days roaring straight back to the front of his mind - no one was to look at you or to speak to you without his explicit say so. This was disobeying direct orders from his king. But you were supposed to be dead.

“Are you alright? You’re swaying!” An evil spirit, back to ruin everything he had done for Mikey. To ruin his beloved king.

His hands shot out, long fingers and scarred palms wrapping around your fragile neck, the flash of his Bonten tattoo prominent as his sleeves were pulled back. And he squeezed.

There was no talking needed, the Bonten executive concluded - he just had to get rid of you. You didn’t seem to put up much of a fight; your own fragile fingers doing little against his own, your coughing and pleading a muffled song in his ears as you tried in vain to free yourself from his grip. Sanzu wondered what you looked like dead - your skin ashen like the traitors of Bonten.

“Sanzu!” A roar from down the corridor, a gunshot.

Then a cacophony of pain erupted in his thigh, and you slipped from his clammy grip. Someone - or was it two? - rushed towards him, the parted black hair a clear giveaway. Kakucho. That fucking bootlicker, did he shoot him? “Sanzu, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Shit, you’re bleeding!” A voice hissed out, and Kakucho turned to look. And from the utmost corner of his eyes, Sanzu sees it. The crown of white hair bowed down, smoking gun set to his side as he carefully shifted a heaving you into his arms, bright red blood pooling in your palm and staining his.

It was Mikey.

He had been shot by his king.

“Your neck.” Came Mikey’s quiet whisper, loud and clear in the deadly silence that followed, the Bonten boss gently running the tips of his fingers across the black and blue bruises that littered your neck, still dark where his hands had been moments ago - now nothing more than a mocking reminder of his failure even as his signature striped vest grew wet with his own blood. The pain of being shot was almost dull by now, replaced by a certain euphoria, and Sanzu giggled. The honor. He might die by Mikey’s hands. “Kakucho, give me your handkerchief. And call the doctor.”

“I’m fine, Mikey. Really.”

Several shuffles as Mikey strolled into his direct view, you bundled safe and soundly in his arms. It was the final gaze his boss spared him that instantly plunged the pink-haired men into cold water, before he turned to leave with his priceless cargo. Empty. His eyes were empty. “Kakucho.”

“Yes sir.”

There was no disgust, no anger left for him.

The seconds that ticked as Kakucho stood by, waiting for the boss to turn the corner and disappear, were agonizing. He lost - Sanzu lost. Lost his king to a little slut from the past. But the Bonten third in command had seemingly yet to understand, instead squatting by him as he retrieved a roll of bandage from the depths of his pocket. “Do you actually want to die? You know who that is!”

“You d-don’t unde-rstand.” He sang, though the heaviness of his tongue slurred every word, letting out an oompf as Kakucho tightened the bandage around his leg. “No-nothing but pr-oblems wit-h her around.”

Cryptic warning issued, the world around him promptly turned black.

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redxx95 · 1 month

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Rough translation of the third batch of manga pages for volume 14:

P1 Sfx: fidget A: What a stylish office. T: Sorry to make you wait Sfx: door opening A: Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule. A: We've been exchanging emails for a long time, but this will be the first time we meet in person. A: Nice to meet you again, I'm Adachi from Toyokawa.

P2 T: I'll take that. I'm Tachibana, in charge of lumiukko scandinavian general goods. A: Thank you very much for your help the other day. All of the products selected by you have been well received, Tachibana-san. We would like to carry them in more stores this time… T: Thank you very much. A: To be honest, I myself am a fan of lumiukko and use their goods at home too. T: Huh? That makes me happy. A: sigh A: (I'm so glad he's a good guy.)

P3 A: …so these are the sales trends by store. T: Huh, this data is very interesting.　It will come in handy. T: I work in sales so I'm not very good at mathematics. T: There are a lot of new products coming out, so be sure to check out these pamphlets as well. A: They all have such warmth, it's hard to decide, right? A: Which one do you recommend? T: Me?

P4 A: Yes. Your advice was very helpful last time as well, Tachibana-san. A: Hmm. As I thought, this series is cute, isn't it.

#cherry magic #translations #I did NOT know tachibana was the CEO of his company I thought he was just a spokesperson #I'm so worried for adachi oh no

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ask-tachibana · 5 months

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TACHIBANA REAL ESTATE: Important Announcement Incoming

After reviewing some trends, we've made the executive decision to open a... social center, of sorts, to allow the masses to chat with our president, Tetsu Tachibana. Without further ado, a word from the man himself.

Ah, thank you Oda-san. Yes, well, hello! I'm not quite used to how all of this works, but I am looking forward to answering your questions and putting myself out there more. I think that's all I'd like to say, at this point. Excited to get started.

~Tetsu Tachibana

Now then, due to his condition, our President will not be able to speak every day, so we must be appreciative of and respect his time. Furthermore, I will be overseeing the... inbox as to ensure our President is not harassed. Without further ado, let's begin. -Jun Oda

#yakuza #rgg #tetsu tachibana #yakuza 0 #ask blog #notanask #[tada!]#[yeah this is mainly Oda speaking here but I needed someone to introduce the blog]#[the main man will be taking things here on out!]#[anyway... I know it's not as fancy/artsy as the other ask blogs floating around]#[but have at it everyone!!!]#[frame of reference: blog will not be spoiler free. I will tag posts as spoilers that contain spoilers outside of Y0]

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lunasohma · 9 months

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gone fishin’

[ ao3 / ff.net ]

Two exorcists wade into a river.

Alternatively: Natori and Matoba’s riparian adventure with an 80% chance of death or at the very least, grievous injury.

There is a hold-up at the pet shop. The sounds of a disagreement filter back through the shelves and Natori listens with the vaguest sense of disquiet. A separate queue has been formed so he moves along with it.

Matoba Seiji is arguing about aquarium dimensions at the counter.

"So, will you take this one, sir?" He watches the cashier age ten years in real-time.

Natori himself is next in line and there is nowhere to retreat.

"Yes, thank you." Matoba side eyes him when he finally steps up to the counter and he is all but pinned to the floor.

Natori Shuuichi can't help the sneaking suspicion that his day off won't be a day off anymore.

—

Once they're outside, Matoba generously offers the use of the trolley he's borrowed for Natori's bag of birdseed.

Natori relents.

The look Matoba fixes him with is innocently curious—the one he makes when it comes to potentially finding out something about his contemporaries.

So rather, it's carefully cunning.

"It's for birds," he blurts out inelegantly.

Matoba's expression morphs into bemusement and mild alarm. "Well, I should hope so, Shuuichi-san."

And so, as it always goes with Matoba, he feels the need to explain himself further.

It had started one morning with his half-finished breakfast. His last piece of toast had been spirited away before he could blink. The sparrow had glared at him in such a way that Natori had felt abashed.

Tossing a preemptive handful of crumbs before breakfast had turned into an investment of a bird feeder and birdseed. His elderly neighbor who shared his balcony space had turned up at his front door one morning.

"I find that they like these!" Natori had hurried to relieve her of the bag of birdseed that was more than half her height.

"So they'll grow big and strong," Tachibana-san had beamed.

While he ensured the safety of his future toast, the little bit of wildlife really was a respite in the city. He had found Hiiragi admiring them through the window on more than one occasion.

In fact, it had been Hiiragi who had sent him out this morning.

"They don't like this kind." They had run out of the usual brand. She was quietly devastated and Natori could not abide that, so he'd set off on his mission.

Of course, his luck had landed him in the same pet shop as Matoba Seiji.

"How sweet, Shuuichi-san.” Matoba is fighting a smile.

"I am." Natori lifts his chin and is pleased.

Matoba Seiji cuts a severe figure against the haze of the summer day. All harsh lines with his tailored suit and perfect posture. Natori would reckon that he was previously with a client. Or on the way to one? Either way, Matoba doesn't seem to be about to volunteer any information. Least of all about the fish tank.

So when he stops abruptly, Natori crashes into him and then knocks his shin sharply against the trolley.

"Shuuichi-san." He turns to him with a one-eyed stare.

"What." He rubs sullenly at his leg.

"I need to catch a fish."

"…What."

”Would you help me?"

It is with this plea and the look on Matoba's face—one that would sooner be seen on a basset hound—that Natori finally, officially, forfeits the rest of his day off.

—

There is a fish in the river.

This particular fish has been terrorizing the waterfowl and fauna. Growing at an alarming rate, it is poised to singlehandedly (fin-edly?) wreak havoc on the local ecosystem.

“Big. This big.” Matoba had held his hands apart, adjusting after a moment. “Well, thereabouts.”

Natori raised an eyebrow. “Very descriptive.”

”My informants were, yes.” Matoba said solemnly.

You’re being oddly cryptic, Seiji, Natori thinks.

“That’s about all they knew.”

Oh. Guess he said that aloud then.

And time is of the essence, apparently.

It wouldn’t be long before larger things were on the menu. The local poodle. The local poodle’s owner. That kind of thing. Natori makes a face.

”It’s not unimaginable,” Matoba says.

”I never said it was. Just improbable.”

”It’s not like you to lack imagination, Shuuichi-san.” A sliver of a smile.

“That is not something I’d like to imagine.”

“Me neither.”

—

Spells are out of the question for now.

“You don’t need to tell me that.”

”As you’d like.”

Water is difficult. The smallest ripple can and will push spiritual energy off course, disabling and dissolving a spell entirely. Forget about a river.

Conversely, if he were to believe the rumors he’s heard, if you have patience in spades, it is possible to work the ebbs and flows to your favor. Just a bit. Because ultimately, Nature has no qualms for your efforts.

Natori himself has a day job and finds solid ground preferable.

—

Currently, they are seated upon the bank, Matoba reinforcing his fish tank with pieces of spell paper.

”If only that kitty cat was here.” Natori smiles at the frown he can hear in Matoba’s voice.

“Natsume’s? He’s very conditional. I doubt you could afford his starting fee. Plus…” Natori lies back in the grass, catching sight of Matoba’s consternation in full. “For you, he’d probably refuse on principle.”

With a huff, Matoba returns to his seals.

After a while, Natori fidgets with the need to do something.

When he impulsively begins rolling up his pant legs, Matoba blinks up at him in surprise.

“Do you have any other ideas?”

”Well…”

“Exactly.”

Natori doesn’t miss how Matoba glances down at his left leg.

“Seiji.” The other man startles. “If this is it, promise me that you’ll finish me off.”

With that, he steps carefully down the bank.

And it’s true. Monster fish claims exorcist’s cursed left leg. Natori shudders. Even he is under no illusion that he would be able to live that down.

Is it really summer? Natori hadn’t been able to hold back a yelp when he’d stepped into the river.

“Something the matter?” Matoba calls from behind him.

“Oh, s’just fine.” Natori just barely keeps the chattering tremble from his voice. “Just lovely.”

You brought this upon yourself. A voice in the back of his mind chides. It almost sounds like Hiiragi.

I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy!

”Is it cold?” Natori turns with a beatific smile. Sparkles too, surely Matoba can’t be immune.

“Not at all. Come on in.” Matoba watches him warily, starting to back away.

Oh no.

It is on.

“You get in here!”

—

It is only once they have both been thoroughly soaked and have started to dry out on the bank that Natori starts thinking about poetry.

Because there is something of the sort at work here. An expanse of unfamiliar ground that they find themselves navigating together again.

Contrary to what one might think, Natori Shuuichi is not against poetic justice. The fluffy kind that his acting allows him to indulge in is the best fun. And the fact that it helps pay the bills doesn’t hurt either.

Then there are the ancient grudges and blood oaths he encounters in exorcist work that are all too real. But that’s kind of exciting in its own right.

And whatever he and Seiji have going on. Natori’s not blind. More… willfully ignorant. Ever trying for blissfully obtuse.

For today, Natori is not going to be the one to point it out. Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.

The clouds are that wispy kind, all gossamer and lace, combed out against the blue of the sky above.

It is all too easy to let his eyes drift closed. His dreams are full of poetry.

—

“Surely this is not how you operate nowadays, Shuuichi-san.” Shuuichi wakes up to find Seiji peering down at him.

“Only on my days off.”

“Oh. I apologize for that.”

“S’not a big deal.” Shuuichi stretches, feeling surprisingly refreshed. “Have you seen our fishy friend?”

Seiji shakes his head. “That’s why I woke you up.”

“What?”

“We’re going to buy bait.”

Bait is an assortment of sandwiches from a nearby convenience store. Two of them are for Shuuichi and Seiji. One is for the fish.

The sandwich does the trick.

—

And it has teeth.

Several rows, like a goddamn shark. Shuuichi knows this because he has the fishy fiend by the tail, an arm’s length away. What good that does him is anybody’s guess, the creature is a good deal longer. That leaves him with one arm to keep its jaws as far away from his person as he can.

A burst of panic had made quick work of the restraints they’d managed to cast.

“You want this thing alive?” Shuuichi staggers back, thrown by the yokai’s frantic thrashing. The spell circle they’d set up as a last resort is a tempting thing.

“If you can manage to keep it like that,” Seiji calls over his shoulder, with a lilt of challenge. He’s making last minute adjustments to the tank.

Shuuichi proceeds to exhaust every curse he knows and then some as he attempts to keep the fishy devil from taking a chunk out of his hand.

—

When all is said and done, it is an impressive specimen of a fish.

Fans of fins sparkle with iridescence and its eyes glow cat-like.

Shuuichi almost feels bad, seeing it in its glass prison. Granted, he feels like that whenever he goes to a zoo or an aquarium. Of course, those animals have never tried to eat two of his fingers.

Yet the principle stands. So he is almost tempted to tip the tank and tell it to swim away as fast as it can.

Go on. Only if you apologize first. They make eye contact. A piece of Shuuichi’s shirt sleeve is still stuck in the fish’s jaws. It slurps the rest of it down before turning its tail to him. Ungrateful little brat.

—

“Hey, Mister! You caught it!” Shuuichi looks up to find two boys scrambling down the bank towards them. Dragging his heel through the last remnants of the spell circle, he watches them approach Seiji.

Seiji greets them with a pleasant smile. “Hello, again.”

The boys enthuse over the brooding behemoth at a safe distance.

“Oh yes, it put up quite a fight, but we managed.” Shuuichi rolls his eyes at the ‘we’.

They have placed bets on all manners of its features and now one boy owes the other a week’s worth of manjuu.

For some reason, Shuuichi feels his throat closing up.

“Dinner?” Seiji is saying. “No, actually this one’s going to be my pet.” He pats the tank. Absurdly, the fish seems to be enjoying the attention. It executes one lazy barrel roll.

The boys cheer.

Seiji turns to Shuuichi then, raising his eyebrows. “My informants,” he intones formally. The kids are amused.

Big. This big. Potential poodle devourer. It all makes sense. Shuuichi simpers internally.

He’ll spare Seiji today. Time for some Old Man and the Sea-esque regaling of their catch.

—

“Really? A pet?” Shuuichi asks. They’re waiting for Seiji’s car to come pick him and his new charge up.

“Maybe pet is a little generous. Rather… garbage disposal? And if it doesn’t work out…” Seiji gives a noncommittal shrug. Shuuichi shudders. Right. The Matoba are nothing if not resourceful.

“Don’t worry, Shuuichi-san, your efforts won’t go to waste.”

“The least I could ask for, I suppose,” Shuuichi sighs. He glances at the fish.

“It was nice.” Seiji watches him. “That you did that.”

“You know me, always a wellspring of goodwill.” His tone is light, a touch sardonic. The sentiment could float away to nothing. Shuuichi won’t let it.

“Yeah, you can be. Sometimes.”

Seiji doesn’t say anything. Shuuichi wonders what he’s thinking. But he won’t press that for now. Instead, he pursues the other thought nagging him.

“Do you think that they…” Shuuichi doesn’t know how to finish. At least Seiji gets the gist of it.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s grown powerful enough to be seen.”

Shuuichi considers that. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah… okay.”

There’s nothing more to say, so they don’t.

—

Seiji is surprised when Shuuichi takes him up his offer to drive him home.

The birdseed is settled next to the tank in the back and the fish snaps at the colorful bird pictured on the front of the bag, knocking its nose soundly against the glass.

The sound Shuuichi makes can only be described as a guffaw. Seiji quickly shoos him into the car, not wanting to further cement this vendetta between them.

Shuuichi promptly falls asleep.

And then maybe it’s not the best time, but when has Seiji ever really been good at that?

”Thanks for helping, Shuuichi-san.” His head falls onto Seiji’s shoulder and Seiji doesn’t have to hide his smile.

“I’m glad you were here.”

Seiji wonders what Shuuichi will say when he wakes up to find their hands laced together.

He doesn’t mind waiting to find out.

#natsuyuu #natsume yuujinchou #horrible exorcists #natori shuuichi #matoba seiji #and one big ol’ fish #fanfiction #my fic #an absurdly long time in the making #i’m glad i can finally look at it #I. Am. Looking!!#🎉#it definitely got more indulgent over time #*cough*years*cough*

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Fall-in-Love Chocolates! The Battle of Women | 恋するチョコレート~女たちの戦い

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Event Period: 30 of January - 14 of February 2023

FEATURED CHARACTERS

Featured cards: Emma Sano / Hinata Tachibana

Event box: Ken Ryuguji

Event pass: Takemichi Hanagaki

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STORY TRANSLATION

EVENT - PART 1

EMMA

ヒナ！ごめん、お待たせ~

Hina! Sorry for the wait~

HINA

私も今来たっところだよ

今日はチョコ作りに誘ってくれてありがとう!1人で作るのちょっと不安だったんだ

I just got here too

Thanks for inviting me to make chocolates today! I was a bit worried about making them by myself.

EMMA

タケミっちを恋に落ちるチョコレート、作らなきゃね!

We’re gonna make chocolates that’ll make Takemitchy fall head over heels for you!

HINA

ドラケン君もね

And the same with Draken-kun.

EMMA

・・・うん！

…Yup!

HINA

それにしても・・・

EMMA

なんか、人が多いよね? バレンタインが近いからってわけじゃないだろうし

What’s this, there’s tons of people out here huh? It’s probably cause Valentine’s Day is coming up

GIRL A

やば! 聞いた? 恋するチョコレートが0Qに入荷されたらしいよ

Crap！You hear？The Fall-in-Love Chocolates are out at OQ!

GIRL B

ま〜じ？絶対買いにいかないとじゃん。

For real? I totes have to go buy some.

GIRL A

すぐなくなるからねいくぞ！！！

They’ll be all gone soon, so let’s go!!!

EMMA / HINA

恋するチョコレート・・・！！

The Fall-in-Love Chocolates…!!

HINA

恋するチョコレートで作ったチョコをあげると食べた相手がメロメロになるっていうあの!?

If you give someone chocolate made with the Fall-in-Love Chocolate, they'll fall madly in love with you!?

EMMA

恋が実ったという人が続出しててお店に入荷してもすぐ完売してしまうっていうあの!?

There’s apparently so many people who’ve fallen in love ‘cause of it that it sells out as soon as it’s in store!?

EMMA / HINA

恋するチョコレート・・・！！

The Fall-in-Love Chocolates…!!

EMMA

…ヒナ？

…Hina?

HINA

・・・わかってるよエマちゃん

… I understand, Emma-chan.

EMMA / HINA

絶対手に入れる！！！！！！！！！！

We absolutely have to get them!!!!!

_ _ _ _ _

AROUND MAP

CHIYOKO

あなたらも恋するチョコレートを買いに来たのかい？・・・覚悟してここまで来てるんだね

You guys come to buy the Fall-in-Love Chocolate too?...If you’ve come all the way here, you better be prepared.

_ _ _ _ _

BEFORE BATTLE

EMMA

やっとたどり着いた・・・

We finally made it…

HINA

すごい人の数だったね。みんな恋するチョコレートを買いに来てるのかな?

There were so many people. I wonder if they all came to buy the Fall-in-Love Chocolate too?

CHIYOKO

そういうアンタらも恋するチョコレートを買いにきたのかい?

You guys come to buy the Fall-in-Love Chocolate too?

EMMA

うお！急に何！？

Whoa! What’s with this!?

CHIYOKO

恋するチョコレートを買いにきたのか？そうじゃないのか？どっちなのさ！？

You come to buy the Fall-in-Love Chocolates? That’s it, ain’t it? What are ya’ here for!?

EMMA

まあ、買いに来たなけどさ

Well, yeah we came to buy some.

CHIYOKO

やっぱりそうか...　じゃ、戦ってもらおうか

So I was right then.. You tryna pick a fight with me!?

HINA

え！？なんでですか？

Eh!? Why would we do that?

CHIYOKO

恋するチョコレートの効果はアンタらも知ってるだろ

生半可な気持ちで買われちゃたまったもんじゃないからね

You know the effect of the Fall-in-Love Chocolate, right?

It’s a waste to buy them if you’ve got half-hearted feelings.

HINA

私たち、半端な気持ちなんじゃないです! ね、エマちゃん!

They’re not half-hearted at all! Hey, Emma-chan!

EMMA

そうよ! 絶対にチョコを手にいれてラブラブバレンタインデーにするんだから!!

That’s right! I’m definitely gonna get that chocolate for a lovey-dovey Valentine’s Day!!

CHIYOKO

いいね･･･そうこなくっちゃ!! アンタらの愛! 私が試してやんよ!!!

That’s it… That’s what I wanna see!! Your love!! Come on and try me!!!

EMMA / HINA

ええ~~~！？

EHHHH!?

_ _ _ _ _

AFTER BATTLE

CHIYOKO

I truly felt the strength of your love.

EMMA

それじゃ・・・

That means…

CHIYOKO

売り場はこの先ださっさと行きな

Hurry up and get to the sales floor

HINA

ありがとうございます

Thanks so much!

CHIYOKO

まだまだ恋するチョコレートを狙う女たちはたくさんいるよ油断はしないことだ

ま、アンタたちのその愛があればきっと手に入れられるだろうさ

Don’t let your guards down. There’s still a lotta girls out there who want that Fall-in-Love Chocolate.

Well, with love like yours… I’m sure you’ll be able to get it.

EMMA

千代子・・・ありがとう

Chiyoko… Thanks a lot!

HINA

私たち、絶対恋するチョコレートを手に入れて見せます!

We’re definitely gonna get that Fall-in-Love chocolate and show it to you!

CHIYOKO

応援してるよ

I’m rooting for ya.

_ _ _ _ _

EVENT - PART 2

EMMA

中にやった入れたけど

We finally made it in, but…

HINA

外よりカオスな状態だね・・・

It’s more chaotic than it looks…

EMMA

な~にヒナこ怖気ずいちゃった

Whaaat? Hina, don’t tell me you’re scared?

HINA

そんなことないよ！絶対チョコを手に入れるって千代子さんとも約束してからね

That’s not true! I promised Chiyoko-san that we’d definitely get that chocolate.

EMMA

ふふ。そうだよね！

千代子の情報によれば売り場はここの一番奥にあるピンクのお店っていってたよね

Haha. That’s right!

According to Chiyoko’s info, the sales floor is at the pink shop furthest from here.

HINA

一番奥・・・この人混みをかき分るのか

The furthest… Can we even make our way through this crowd?

EMMA

気合入れていくよ！！

Well, get yourself ready!!

HINA

うん！

Yeah!

_ _ _ _ _

AROUND MAP

RABU

らぶ、だぁとケンカしちゃったんだ~

でも恋するチョコレートがあれば仲直りできるっしょ!

We got into a fight~ But with the Fall-In-Love Chocolates, you can make it all up!

_ _ _ _ _

BEFORE BATTLE

HINA

た、たどり着いたよ　エマちゃん!

W-We finally made it, Emma-chan!

EMMA

まだ残ってた〜良かった！

There’s still some left〜 That’s a relief!

RABU

あー！恋するチョコレートあんじゃん！全部買うちゃお〜

Ah! There’s the Fall-In-Love-Chocolate! Time to buy ‘em all!~

EMMA

え、ちょっとまってよ！割り込みは良くないよ！みんな並んでだから

Eh, wait a sec! Cutting in line’s so rude when there’s people lining up!

RABU

え？並んでたとかしらないしらぶに関係なくない

Eh? I don’t care if they’re lining up, that’s nothing to do with me/Rabu?

HINA

関係あるよ。チョコレートを買いたいのはアナタだけじゃないの

It does concern you. You’re not the only one who wants to buy chocolate.

EMMA

ここにいる皆、どうしてもチョコレートをが欲しくて頑張ってここまで来たんだよ。

Everyone here wanted the Fall-In-Love Chocolates, so they tried real hard to get here.

HINA

だからさ。独り占めはよくないよね？皆で分け合おう？

So that’s why it’s not good to take it all for yourself. Why don’t we just all share?

RABU

は〜〜〜　超だる〜〜〜そんなに欲しいならさあ〜

奪ってみたら？まあ〜らぶ強いから無理だろうけど〜

Haaa〜 I don’t wannaaa〜 But if you really want it〜

Why don’t you try takin’ it from me? Well, there’s no chance cause I’m/Rabu’s real strong〜

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AFTER BATTLE

RABU

うえ〜〜ん。負けちゃったよ〜

だぁとケンカしちゃったから恋するチョコレートで仲直りしようとおもったのに〜　うわ〜〜ん。

Waaah. I lost〜.

I had a fight with my partner so I wanted to make it up with the Fall-In-Love Chocolates〜 Waaah.

HINA

ど、どうしよう！泣いちゃった！別に全部ちょうだいって言ってるわけじゃないよ?

W-What do we do? She’s crying! We’re not saying that you have to give all of the chocolates?

RABU

でも、らぶチョコとか作ったことないしい〜失敗するだろうからいっぱい必要だしい〜うう〜

But I’ve never even made chocolates befooore. I’m just gonna mess it up, so that’s why I need lots of it. Uuuu.

EMMA

じゃあさ、一緒に作るうよ

Well then, let’s just make some together.

RABU

え？

Huh?

EMMA

私たちこれからバレンタインデーのチョコを作る予定だったからさ作り方教えてあげる。

We were planning on making chocolates for Valentine’s Day, so we’ll teach you how to make them.

RABU

でもらぶあんなに意地悪したのにいいの？

But… Is it even okay when I was so mean to you guys?

EMMA

もちろん。ね？ヒナ

Of course. Right, Hina?

HINA

うん！大歓迎だよ！好きな人と仲直りしたい気持ち、私もすっごくわかるもん。

一緒にめっちゃくちゃ美味しいチョコレート作る

Yeah! You’re definitely welcome to! I totally understand the feeling of wanting to make up with someone that you like.

Let’s make some super tasty chocolate together.

RABU

・・・うん！ありがとう

…Okay! Thanks!

[ On Valentine’s Day ]

EMMA

ああ〜　ラッピングもっとクール系にすべきだっ��かな！？

チョコもビターチョコにしたけど・・・たべてくれるかな！？ねえ！どう思う、ヒナ！！

Aaah〜 Should I have made the wrapping cooler!?

I changed the chocolate to be more bitter but… Will he even eat it!? Hey! What do you think Hina?!

HINA

大丈夫だよ、落ち着いて！エマちゃんの愛が詰まったチョコレートだもん、食べてくれるよ！

It’s okay, calm down! It’s chocolate made with your love, so he’ll definitely eat it!

EMMA

そうかな・・・ヒナはどうしてそんなに落ち着いていられるの？もうすぐ二人がくるっていうのに

You say that but… Hina, how are you so calm? Even when those guys are coming soon.

HINA

エマちゃんの動揺っぷりを見てたら落ちついちゃったかも

・・・でもドキドキはしてるよ喜んでくれるといいな

I may have calmed down after seeing you panicking.

But my heart is still pounding, so I hope everything’ll be okay.

EMMA

喜ぶにきまってるよ！だってタケミッチだよ？泣いて喜んでる姿が目に浮かぶもん

I'm sure they'll be happy! It’s Takemichi isn’t it? I can totes see him crying out of happiness.

HINA

あはは

Ahaha.

TAKEMICHI

おーい！ヒナ！

Heya! Hina!

HINA

あ、タケミチくん！

Ah, Takemichi-kun!

DRAKEN

よおーエマ

Yo, Emma.

EMMA

わ、もう来ちゃった。ど、どうしよう！！

Wahaaa, he’s here too! W-What do I do!!

HINA

頑張ろうエマちゃん!　私たちには恋するチョコレートがついてるんだから

Good luck, Emma-chan! We used the Fall-In-Love Chocolate so we’ll be fine.

EMMA

・・・うん、そうだね！

ケンちゃん

… Yeah, you’re right!

Ken-chan

HINA

タケミチくん!

Takemichi-kun!

EMMA / HINA

チョコレート受け取ってください・・・！

Please take these chocolates…!

[ EVENT END ]

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