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sakuraswordly · 19 days

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Gilgamesh: Oh, you drew a new picture?

Peter: This is original from Maru and Moro again? Why do I feel like it's not?

Punch: Because this report didn't direct to Maru and Moro but from my story and from Mokona.

Gilgamesh: About Syaoran, Peter and Danny, who choice to save one precious to save many lives.

Punch: Include Sonic.....even Sonic....

Note(Source): Syaoran and Peter are different from Punch and Sonic. Syaoran and Peter share the same existence and the same hearts, but you still can tell the difference between them. But Punch and Sonic are the same as I wrote in Some things are beautiful because they cannot be obtained 1(Tsofph Concept ).

*Flashback*

Sonic: Since I was born....as my blood or my kind..... it had been nothing but a curse before that golden king and I got a curse of death. If I ever started to forget, something would remind me of what I was, and bring me crashing back down to the mission that god Tsubasa gave to us.

Tsofph Season 11(Chapter2 Shadow Path)

Punch: Syaoran.....you did know, right? Sonic's not a living being unlike any others. He's very dangerous.....just like that doctor told you long ago. Sonic's just a container. Sonic awoke for the first time, he had lived as a doll until he began to create his personality by himself and desired to live. No more than emptiness, the nothingness. Just like me and Mr Gilgamesh used to be. We.....three of us were different in the past. You could say we're very much like Enkidu in the past. We're extremely dangerous to both light and darkness.

Syaoran: What are you trying to say?

Punch: Sonic at first didn't have our memories....our dreams and even his own heart. Sonic knew from his heart that he never belonged to this world even us. If you want Sonic, Sonic need to be initialized again.

Syaoran: What.....?

Punch: If you want Sonic to live a life like a normal being, he has no choice but to initiate again. If Sonic does that, Sonic won't be himself anymore.

Syaoran: Because of this mission.....your mission...make Sonic's case to exist.....so Sonic be able to move even his feelings because......

Punch: Both me and Mr Gilgamesh exist.....

Syaoran: ...................!!

Punch: Sonic can't be his own without us. If something not human, animals, aliens or lives that allow to exist including an android and robot, then it would be considered sentient "alive" just like a normal being. If we are the same as those, it would be wrong to call Love. Even knowing that.... do you still love my brother, Sonic? Despite already hearing from me when I betrayed your friends and your trust....I did tell you to kill Sonic too.

Syaoran: I can't.

Punch: So you won't give all your love for him?

Syaoran: You three are wrong.....that's right.....it's natural to protect the ones you love because you love your one precious that's a part of your life. Even though I've accepted my feelings and I won't lie about my feelings even though King Gilgamesh and Sonic are the same but my feelings won't change....I love Sonic so much that's why I can't accept him to be initialized. He doesn't need to be perfect to be alive in this world. Me too, I'm also not perfect but that's doesn't mean some creatures that not allowed to exist to not be able to call life anymore, that's false!

Punch: Even me, Sonic and Mr Gilgamesh didn't have a right to call being alive?

Syaoran: Yes!

Punch: Even though our hearts and souls are the only cases to exist?

Syaoran: That's not true! Even though you don't exist but I, Peter-san and Danny have all of your beats inside of us! If Sonic looks happy, I am happy. If Sonic looks sad, then I'm sad. Even if his expression isn't real because he didn't understand, I don't care. Even if he is just a program-like robot, I don't care. I didn't fall in love with him because I wanted to give him my love, unlike couples, friends and family…but I won't stop loving him because we couldn't go all the way. I want to make love to him because I love him. I want Sonic to feel that he's alive!

Punch: You gave the same answer, the same meaning as both Peter and Danny.....Before we were just friends, after we're more than friends.....

Peter: If one day is abrupt, maybe I will prepare for you to hate me. For you want to protect someone who is most precious to you. To not regret the path you chose to take. That's how I told Syaoran a very long time ago.....I'm glad he made the same choice as me.

Syaoran: Why are you so nice to me? Why do you choose to protect me beside me, King Gilgamesh?

Gilgamesh: Because of your decision, I am alive today. Because choose me against the world, you choose me. You made the same decision just like many lives in the fake world and my people of Uruk.

Syaoran: ................................!!

*End of Flashback*

Punch: Sonic begins to learn more about love than he initially learned from Amy and then doesn't understand. And the person who made Sonic understand love and begin to feel love for someone like a living creature or human being from the beginning when he didn't have any is Syaoran.

Gilgamesh: Both you and Enkidu made the same choice to protect me.

Peter: That's right.

Gilgamesh: Remember what I said, right? If I died like Enkidu, I can go back to Punch Whalen's body. If Punch is killed, he/she will come to stay in my body. We are the only proof that god of the nothingness still exists.

Peter: But Sonic isn't.....

Gilgamesh: As long as neither I nor Punch vanishes, Sonic can live freely by his own free will in this world. And can have all Syaoran's love for him.

Peter: If I become greedy......do you think is the right thing to feel want to protect everyone by our own selfishness.....because of love....because of caring.....we chose to not kill one precious to save many lives. We choice to save one precious to save many lives.

Hint The love That Peter feels(Including Syaoran and Danny too) for Punch and Gilgamesh is the same love as Mikiya Kokutou for Shiki Ryougi. And this is why Peter never left Punch and Gilgamesh alone, he stayed right by her so "she "Punch" wouldn’t feel alone.

Tsofph spoiler below

Peter: It's not fair, I don't care what anybody says! I won't let you die or vanish in front of me again! You can't fight this! We'll fight until the end together. Isn't that what you said to me before?!

Gilgamesh: Even if it should mean....that I'll be the end of everything else too?! What do you expect me to do?! There is no other way!

Peter: But there still was, right?

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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XxxHOLiC (2022) ☾⋆ Your coming here was not coincidence. There’s no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing...is hitsuzen.

#xxxholic #xxxholic live action movie #xxxholic live action #jmovie #meowmao gifs #there are no currently airing dramas i want to watch #:\\

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mallowdraws · 2 years

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🌺 There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.

thanks to @jamlyjar for looking at the wips a bunch while i tried to keep things close to CLAMP’s artstyle and also for letting me put your tired man in Watanuki’s role because you can’t have Yuuko vibes without him

#artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #oc art #original character #tabletop character #my artwork #my characters #mantis #hollowpoint

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tuliharja · 5 years

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Hey, you changed your theme again! With that black-and-orange and grim reaper - is Halloween already or is it a coincidence? :)

Indeed I did! 🙂

“There is not such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.” -Yuuko Ichihara

But to answer to your question, nope, it isn’t yet Halloween (it’s in this month’s last day). I just love Halloween, so I decided to change my blog’s theme to suit for it. 🎃👻

I’ll change my blog’s theme once again after Halloween ends. 😉

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shizukais · 3 years

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There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.

#anime #manga #clamp #xxxholic #yuuko ichihara #ichihara yuuko

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izzyizumi · 2 years

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Digimon Adventures (+02, Tri, Kizuna, 2020) & Ghost Game ~ Scenery as Foreshadowing / {Continuation} Lore-dropping relevancy + Framings & Parallels

~ Digimon “Materialization” ~ The “Distortions” {‘YUGAMI’ = “Distortions”} ~ “Balance” of the Digital World ~ Stability of the “Digital Gate”s + can humans pass through {without a Digivice/D3s?} ~ Spiral Patterns / Distortions/Digital Gates in The Sky ~ Kyoto’s History (02) + Four Holy Beasts (relevant) Lore ~ Koushiro Izumi’s involvement in researching The Gates / Worlds

featuring CHARACTERS/DUO: Taichi Yagami (with bonus of Meiko Mochizuki + Meicoomons’ forms involvement)

BONUS:

{“Phone processing speeds are too slow”}; - Koushiro explains, (Note/remember: Tri canonically takes place in 2005. Ghost Game takes place in a far future timeframe in comparison.) [Thus, technology has advanced at a significant pace by Ghost Game.] (Meanwhile, much of what Bokomon said also lines up here.)

[“Large monitors connected to the Network...”]

{Ghost Game} {Spiral cloud patterns Yet Again in The Sky} (of the rEAL World) [with a direct view looking up to ABOVE...]

{Digimon Adventure 2020} [Millenniumon’s formation] (Oh, that’s a certainly coincidental spiral pattern in the clouds) {being formed by an immensely all-powerful Digimon Enemy}

THE BIGGEST BONUS:

(right before Meicoomon’s memory gets restored) {Koushiros’ computer - and the “large monitors”} (on right side) [LIGHT UP on their own.]

{More to come on THIS guy later... in a future post Maybe}

Original Posters [Mine] Commentary:

“There’s no such thing as ‘COINCIDENCE’ in this world. There is only {Hitsuzen} ‘The Inevitable’” - Yuuko Ichihara & Clow (CLAMP)

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strawberry-metal · 3 years

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Hmm... very well then, a promise is a promise. I got ten votes on wanting her to live. So... I’ll let her live and try not to let my higurashi-esque writing style get in the way. Kaz, the people have spoken. Whatever you come up with, I will accept it in the end! But of course still put effort in it, hahaha!

Thank you for your votes everyone, and take care! Remember, there is no such thing as coincidences in this world, only hitsuzen.

#mun #update #Sakura #OC #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA #JoJo #JoJo no kimi yo no bouken #part 5 #vento aureo #Golden Wind #Poll #Vote #Voting #gif #beatrice #beatrice the golden witch #Umineko #Umineko no naku koro ni

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grimoire-of-geekery · 3 years

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“There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.” -Yuko Ichihara, xxxHolic

(Hitsuzen: a naturally foreordained event; a state in which all other outcomes are impossible.)

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tonyglowheart · 3 years

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i recognise this is an unasked-for niche knight's move tangent on meta-commentary tag talk you left on pretty gifset but: spn destiel really being a textbook example of grade a CLAMP-style "there are no such things as coincidences, only naturally foreordained events in which other outcomes are impossible as a result of a single causality, as all other causalities would necessarily create different results" hitsuzen fuckery huh

I think I know what you’re getting at but like, what drives me feral about destiel is that I think they’re very much NOT that. Like, they’re only “fated” or “inevitable” in a sort of philosophical sense of “well what happened must have been fated because that’s how it turned out.” I think CLAMP/Holic’s hitsuzen is a bit more... inevitable in a pre-ordained sense? like the idea is more “it may seem accidental but really it was all sort of a big plan”? Whereas the confluence of metatext and text with destiel is that.. they WEREN’T supposed to happen. Castiel only exists because Dean got sent to hell because of a writer’s strike, and then he was only supposed to stick around for a 4-episode arc, but then I guess whoever decides things (audience? cast? showrunner? writers?) decided they liked him so much they kept him around for longer. And then there were several times where the showrunners/writers wanted to kill him off for good, but then like... fan campaigns, I believe, or other decisions happened and he got brought back. And destiel is the romance that, like, wasn’t supposed to be, like it has a reputation for being a huge queerbait because I don’t think the showrunners or writers ever really intended for it to be romantic, and whether that be writing or acting choices but we actually can look back at it and it does all work as one big romantic arc, and imo a lot of it - especially early stuff - was done without conscious intention.

And then in the text, we have this explicit struggle between fate/destiny/will of God, and free will, and the idea that the apocalypse was written by God and should have happened, but they diverted it and created free will because they’re no longer going by God’s script so to speak, but then a later reveal of actually that was a lie too and God was still pulling the strings all along until they finally defeated him. But before we got that development and reveal, and post diversion of the apocalypse, we repeatedly got other characters - other angels in charge, God even later - who textually said Castiel was the famous spanner in the works who had to repeatedly be brought back in line with the party line (said by this one angel in charge of heaven), and God actually said at some point that “you know what every other version of you did after gripping him tight and raising him from perdition? what they were told. but not you”

Maybe this is “fated” more like that one Black Mirror episode one, where the dating thing worked by running simulators telling them they weren’t fated and seeing what they did and if they defied that to try to be together, but I think the conflict of Destiel comes from the fact that textually, the worlds where Cas didn’t keep doing what he was told ARE the minority, and that also parallels the crazy real-world metatext of, like, looking back it just seems like a series of happy coincidences that led to all of this happening, and honestly, they could have even left the show off without even explicitly acknowledging Cas’ love for Dean either.

idk I mean the philosophical arguments is a bit tricky bc it can get a bit cyclical, but just.. I think the vibe of destiel isn’t so much that they’re fated lovers, but that they are in fact UNFATED lovers who against all odds and like active attempts to prevent even, still ended up coming together, and like if we’re talking about a hypothetical multiverse, they are in fact the minority. And like, “in every universe I will find you” is sexy but “despite everything we are together because we CHOSE to be and the power of our choice literally changed the whole world” is just. A Lot.

#I was gonna answer this priv but then I wanted to save this somewhere so sorry I'm posting it #supernatural #destiel #listen it's the UNFATEDness of them that drives me feral actually #like.. Chuck saying you guys aren't supposed to be there you're not in this story and Cas saying yea we're making it up as we go #re: the Naomi line it's more the fact of like... despite what Naomi says Cas has a rep for being the good soldier #so every time he did step out of line he was pulled back so much so that as far as the others are concerned #he is in fact every bit the good soldier #but for Dean.... for Dean he would throw it all away and break free of it all #Cas fights himself anyways but Dean gives him a reason to keep fighting #and a touchstone to keep breaking free to make his own choice and not just be the good soldier #I think some of the text is a bit.. non-squared-away with each other #bc idk how Endverse plays into the ''every other version did what he was told''#tho perhaps arguably sending Cas to rescue Dean from hell was the turning point *shruggie*#chinajousama #asks answered

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5hfanfiction · 5 years

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Love, Lauren (Camren)

Chapter Two: Coincidences

Coincidence /kəʊˈɪnsɪd(ə)ns/ (noun) - A remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.

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Have you ever heard of hitsuzen?

It’s a naturally foreordained event. A state in which no other outcome can simply be possible. It’s where only one result can be obtained by a causality, and all other casualties will result in another result.

So, let me give you the simplest example I can come up with. Say, you have a big exam but you didn’t study, the only possible outcome is that you fail. It’s as simple as that. That’s not a coincidence, it’s just hitsuzen.

What I didn’t know that when I took Aphrodite’s journal out of that crazed woman’s hands, my life would’ve become a series of coincidences. I didn’t want to believe everything was happening for a reason.

☾☀︎

“Lex?” My best friend opened her eyes. She was laying on my lap, as we sat outside studying for a pop quiz. Yes, you heard me correct. A pop quiz during the first two weeks of school. We barely did anything to even be quizzed on, but you know how professors are.

“Mhm?”

I sighed. “Do you believe in coincidences?”

She sat upright and turned to look at me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean coincidences?”

“I mean, like say on your birthday, you wish for something and it happened.” Ever since I saw that slice of pizza in my room, especially after I wished for it in Aphrodite’s journal, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

It was just a coincidence, right?

Lexa shrugged. “I mean, I guess that’s kinda weird. It could be a coincidence but it could also be some sort of terrestrial being that has answered your wish.”

A deity?

If there is a deity, a creator of all things, then it’s responsible for cancer, depression, mass murders, rapes, mass killings of innocent lives in earthquakes, flooding and so much more destruction. That was just a few of the evils present in the world today.

I’m assuming, this deity is responsible for the human traits/behaviours of greed, hatred, malice and every single source of cruelty, that humans inflict upon each other.

Hm.

“Why do you keep asking these types of questions?” Lexa looked at me in confusion.

I had in fact been bombarding her with very peculiar questions, but I needed to stop.

There was a logical explanation for what happened…but I just didn’t figure it out as yet.

I shrugged. “No reason. I guess I was just doing some readings on Aphrodite and it just intrigued me, is all.”

“Righttt,” Lexa dragged out. “Anyway, I should probably be heading to class. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I nodded. We exchanged a quick hug and went our separate ways. I had to do some research for a paper, and since I had no class this afternoon, I planned on spending the rest of my day in the library. Which I strongly regretted the moment I set foot in the room, because there she was sitting at a table, surrounded by books.

As though she felt eyes on her, she looked up at me, and sent a soft smile my way.

“Lauren.”

I felt my throat tighten, and my heart rate speed up. She always had that effect on me whenever she said my name, it just didn’t mean the same thing as it used to anymore. I think right now, I was just afraid of making a fool out of myself in front of her.

“Elena,” I managed to let her name roll off my tongue. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said. Her smile grew a bit wider. I noticed that she had dyed her hair black, and if it was possible, she had gotten even more beautiful.

Not that it mattered to me, anyway.

“How have you been?” Elena asked, and I wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the answer to that.

Because truth is, I was lonely, but I was also somewhat living my best life at the same time. I’m not too sure if that was possible.

I guess I’m just a paradox.

But I need to stop being a damn paradox. I say I want to be happy but I allow myself to think about the past, think about something and someone that’s not going to come back. I say it’s time for a change, but I literally don’t do anything to make a difference in my life.

It’s time to let myself be happy.

It’s time to take control of my life. I need to speak and write my path into existence.

It’s time I let myself be happy, because God alone knows just how badly I deserve it.

“I’m fine,” I said, going with the simplest answer to the word. There’s this thing about having an ex, you’re never too sure if they really gave a shit to know your answer when they asked about your well-being.

It wasn’t the same for me.

“How have you been?” I asked her. “I haven’t really seen you around the halls.”

I saw some sort of emotion flash in Elena’s eyes but she pushed it away. “I’ve just been really busy with my classes.”

I nodded because I knew that was the end of our conversation, because every time we chatted, it always reached this length. So, instead of looking like a complete idiot, I waved at her and walked to a corner of the library, where I could’ve still seen her discretely.

A few moments of casually glancing up at her, I saw that a guy came and took a seat next to her. The way her face lit up when she saw him, I had remembered that she used to look at me like that.

You ruin your life by choosing the wrong person. Why are we so enamoured with the need to be someone’s first, rather than their person?

A love born out of the need to have someone to sleep beside, a love that caters to our need for attention rather than to fill us with passion, is not a love that would inspire you to open your eyes at 7 in the morning ready to take on the world. It’s not a love that will give your life a sense of purpose and meaning.

We must strive to find a sort of love that makes us want to become a better person.

I want a kind of intimacy that’s rare.

I know I crave affection, and I don’t want to be alone, but I think in the long run, it’s good for me.

Eat alone. Be alone. Take yourself out on dates. Sleep alone.

In the midst of all this, you will learn so much about yourself that you didn’t know. You’ll grow, and when you meet the person who makes your heart dance and lights your soul afire, you will be so sure of it.

Why?

Because you are sure of yourself.

I sighed and looked away from the couple. I opened my backpack and saw that I had slipped in Aphrodite’s journal in it. Pulling it out, I flipped to the second page. It was blank, but my mind was racing with so many thoughts, and as a writer, a blank page was simply an empty canvas in which my words were going to paint a picture.

I grabbed a pen and began to write, filling the journal with my thoughts.

Journal Entry #2

Dear Diary, I remember when I was just a little girl, my mom would tuck me in and read me bedtime stories, but there was this specific day, I had asked my mother about love. She smiled at me and touched my cheek ever so tenderly. She told me, “Lauren, honey, I can’t describe what love is, because love is something that you should feel. But it drives you mad. It sets your soul ablaze and you would never want that fire to be quelled.” And ever since then, I yearned for a love like that. I thought I found it, but soulmates don’t leave each other. Soulmates don’t break each others hearts. When I think of my person, I think happiness. It’s the most exhilarating and terrifying feeling that a human being would ever feel. Terrifying because you know that your happiness can be taken away from you at any given moment. Exhilarating because, it’ll be worth it even though you lose it along the way. I know that she’s out there looking for me, as I am in search of her. An ethereal beauty. Someone, with just one look can send shivers throughout my entire body. Someone so beautiful that’ll make Aphrodite herself look less than a goddess. Her eyes, painted with a hue so softly grey that can remind you of the moon, that when I look into it, I can see our future in those pools of grey. She may not always smile with her lips, but damn, it is her eyes that shine instead. It will possess this sort of radiance that makes every man and woman too, who sees it feel the need to submit to her, and smile too. For smiling eyes is the most sincere and pure emotion that anyone can show. I like my people a bit damaged. Rough around the edges. Someone that isn’t just an open book. I like people whose eyes tell a story, and someone whose smile, even after all the mental and emotional wars that they have fought, still manage to have a smile on their lips. You see, all I ever crave is authenticity. I want to see the way they wear their scars, rather than hide them behind fake smiles. I want someone to let their walls down and let me love them naked. Their damage may not be beautiful, but to me, whoever she is, she’ll always be beautiful to me.

Love, Lauren.

I signed the entry and reread it. I know on most occasions, I may come off as a pessimist and a realist, but I swear, I have so much love in my heart. I know that there’s someone out there for me.

My dream girl.

I picked up my things as I realised it was getting quite late, and I wanted to have my usual afternoon stroll through Manhattan, so I decided to head back to my dorm.

“Hey, Laur,” my roommate greeted me with a smile, as I entered our shared room.

I sent her a smile back. Her name was Renee and I had been her roommate since the beginning of this school semester. We had been in a few classes together, but I won’t necessarily call us friends, more like acquaintances.

“Hey, Renee. What’s up?” I asked as I took a seat on the couch. “It feels like I haven’t spoken to you in forever.”

Renee laughed. “Maybe that’s because you either leave way too early, or get back when I’m passed out cold. But I’ve been good. School is kicking my ass and it’s only been like a few days into the semester.” She tossed me a can of soda, taking a seat opposite to me.

“I’ll be lying if I said I can relate, but I can’t,” I took a sip of the cold drink. My roommate and I exchanged a few words before she had to leave for her final class. One thing I couldn’t do, those late night classes. When she left, I took a shower and threw on a change of clothes, then headed out for my afternoon into night stroll.

I looked up at the night sky. There were so many stars out. It was absolutely breathtaking. The night sky was one of the reasons I always wanted to fly. It is the most beautiful form of art. It comes alive with raw energy, and it’s a sight for the eyes. At times, during my strolls, I could feel it vibrating somehow, with the words whispering into my ears.

I guess, to me it always felt friendly. In a world of people that is so devoid of love. Maybe it was the fact that I was born on a full moon; January 23rd, 1997. I always felt drawn to the moon and to the night for some strange reason, so I guess that was why.

In Greek mythology, it speaks about Selene. She was one of the three goddesses associated with the moon. But only Selene was regarded as the personification of the moon itself. She was known as Luna and had the power to give sleep and light to the night. Selene was said to have shone her silver light down from her ethereal chariot in the heavens, that was carried by two snow white horses, as she roamed the skies at night.

So I guess, she was the Greek version to the Sandman.

Too caught up in my thoughts, I hadn’t realised that I was about to bump into someone. I had knocked the stranger down, along with the belongings in her hands.

“Shit!” She muttered out.

I stooped to her level and tried to help her gather her belongings. “I’m so sorry about that.” I said sincerely, but she didn’t respond. She had a hood pulled over her head, that most of her face was hidden from the world.

We both instinctively reached for the final item on the ground, our hands touching. I felt a sort of spark run through my arm when she touched me. I don’t know if she felt it too, but she pulled away ever so quickly; the moment our hands touched. She rasped out a small ‘thank you’ when I handed her books back to her. Before I even had the chance to process what the hell just happened, the mystery girl was practically sprinting away from me.

I guess she was just in a rush.

I stood and remained in the spot for a few moments, until I felt as though someone was watching me. I looked around, but there was only a faint glow of a white light in an alley that faded away when I looked up. A chill ran through my body, but I shrugged it off and walked away.

If someone wanted to kill me, I guess they would’ve killed me by now. There was no use in waiting.

I looked down at my hand, and I kept feeling that tingling sensation from the girl’s touch.

How can a random stranger affect your body in a way like that?

I shook my head. I was overthinking things, that was something I always did.

Overthink.

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“Soulmates,” Mr Centaur’s voice boomed throughout the lecture hall. “Can anyone tell me what Greek Mythology says about soulmates?”

I was practically falling asleep in my class because the night before, I kept having weird dreams about the girl I bumped into a couple nights ago.

I never did see her face. Every time I saw her in my dream, her face was covered with darkness, but her eyes, I always saw her eyes.

Beautiful grey eyes.

I couldn’t understand why I kept dreaming her, it hadn’t made any sense, but I guess it was just my subconscious trying to figure out what this girl had looked like. And maybe why I felt something when our hands touched.

“Miss Jauregui!”

I snapped out of my thoughts. I felt all eyes on me, I guess my professor realised that I hadn’t been paying attention.

“Can you please answer the question?”

Because I had completely zoned out, I didn’t know what the question was. Thankfully, the person next to me, softly whispered it.

A lifesaver.

“I..uhh,” I began, still a bit out of it. “It was believed that humans were born with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. But Zeus had feared the power that a human would’ve had, so he split them into two separate parts. Condemning them to spend their lives in search of the other half.”

My professor nodded in content. “Thinking on your feet, Jauregui. Next time, pay attention.”

I smiled sheepishly and sunk in my seat. I hated being called out in my classes like that; it seldom happened but I still hated it.

“In the beginning there were three parents: Sun, Moon, and Earth. Each produced an offspring,” my professor continued his lecture. “From the sun, it produced the man; from the earth, the woman and lastly, from the moon, the androgyne. Each of these three was a double.”

I made my notes in the class, trying my best to pay attention, but this faceless girl was all that I seemed to think about.

Before I knew it, the bell had rang signalling the end of our lecture. “Before you leave, I have your final assignment. It’s worth 50% of your grade. I want you all to write about your experience with love, more specifically, someone who you thought was your soulmate. It must be nothing less than ten pages, I’ll see you all next class.”

I groaned but, I still made a note of this nonetheless, because whether I liked it or not, I was going to do my assignment.

Lexa had been waiting for me when I exited the lecture hall. She smiled as she saw me approaching her. “Hey there, best friend! Why do you look like death?”

“Because I feel like death,” I mumbled and dramatically threw myself at her. “I just need my bed to be honest.”

Lexa laughed. She wrapped her arms around my body, and patted my back. “Well let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“Carry me?” I pulled away and pouted at her, trying my best to convince her, but I knew the distance was too far away for her to even consider doing that.

Lexa smiled. “How about I tuck you in, and read you a bedtime story?”

I rolled my eyes playfully as we pulled away from our embrace. “How old do you think I am? Five?”

“Actually, you act like two,” she stuck her tongue out at me. We linked arms and headed back to my dorm. On our way back, I hadn’t said a word to Lexa, I don’t know why I was so caught up in my thoughts all of a sudden.

I was always a daydreamer, but it was never this bad.

I’m constantly lost within my own thoughts and fantasies. I think in a sense, I never wanted to be a part of the real world. But I always knew that logically speaking, there was nothing I could’ve done about that. So I submerged myself into daydreaming; making up thousands of scenarios in my head that wasn’t going to happen.

When I was younger, I would always daydream about meeting a girl. We’d bump into each other, at a coffee shop and everything would blossom from there.

Cliche?

I know, but it never stopped my thoughts from running wild.

I always wanted to know, how could someone make their daydreams into a reality?

“Hey, Laur?”

I turned my head and locked eyes with my best friend. “What’s up?”

“There was someone outside your dorm today. I didn’t quite catch the face, but she didn’t seem familiar.”

“A woman?” I asked in confusion. I don’t usually get visitors unless it’s my parents, and if it had been my parents, they would’ve called to inform me to expect an impromptu visit.

Lexa nodded. “Yeah. She was dressed in all white,” she shrugged. “I was going to approach her, but someone bumped into me and when I looked back at where she was, she wasn’t there.”

“What do you mean, 'She wasn’t there’?” I asked incredulously. “She couldn’t have just disappeared.”

“I mean, she wasn’t there, Laur! The hallways are long as shit, and I looked from left to right and the person wasn’t there.”

I simply nodded just to end the conversation. I know that occasionally Lexa and some of her other friends would smoke, so I had just passed it of as though she was high. But, I mean these last few days have been very weird.

The diary.

Pizza randomly appearing in my room.

Bumping into that girl.

And that strange white glow in that dark alley.

Now this woman randomly appearing in front of my room, then disappearing?

Were they all connected?

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I was sitting in my room, staring at my diary. My roommate was out late and again, I was ever so grateful to not have her here with me. I placed Aphrodite’s journal on my coffee table, for some strange reason, I thought staring at it would give me answers.

I’m not saying that I believe it was this journal that was causing these strange coincidences, but I mean…it was a possibility.

I grabbed my laptop and pulled up Google, hoping that I would find some answers. I typed in 'Aphrodite’s Journal’ and nothing came up, just a bunch of sites trying to educate me about Aphrodite, but I already knew everything important that there was to her.

I spent almost an hour scouting through various sites, but came up empty handed.

“Fuck!” I slammed my laptop down in frustration.

“Damn, Lauren,” I heard my roommate’s voice. I glanced at the time and realised just how late it was. “What’s gotten you so mad?”

She took a seat opposite from me, eyes falling on the diary, but she didn’t say anything.

I sighed, placing my laptop on the side of me. “I’m just trying to research something, but I can’t find anything useful.”

“What are you looking for?”

I contemplated about telling her about the journal, but I’m pretty sure she would’ve thought that I was crazy. I even thought of myself as being bonkers but I didn’t want to admit it.

“It’s just school stuff,” I said, hoping she’ll drop the topic.

Renee nodded and reached for the journal. She ran her finger along the sun charm, intrigued. “This is a really cool looking journal. Where did you get it?”

“At an antique shop not to far from here,” I told her.

She nodded. “I feel as though I’ve seen something like this once, not too long ago, actually.”

“Wait, really?” I asked curious to know if this was just another book, with no special powers to it.

“Yeah,” Renee said. “But the thing is, her book had a moon charm on it, rather than the sun.” She tapped at the charm, shrugging. “I asked her where she got it, because it was pretty cool, but she said some strange woman gave it to her.”

Strange woman?

Okay, fall the fuck back. What was going on here?

“The girl was really beautiful though,” my roommate said as though I had asked that minor detail. “She had the most beautiful grey eyes, I’ve ever seen.”

Grey?

I was always fascinated with grey eyes for some reason. They always reminded me of the moon, and though they say the moon isn’t actually grey, it looks grey to me. If you look at it during the day, it would look like a tinge of white surrounded by the blue sky. But at night, it looks like a bright yellow.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed heavily. “Well, that’s all a bit… strange.” I muttered under my breath, too soft for Renee to even hear.

“Anyway, I’m going to take a shower,” Renee handed me back my journal and walked away.

☾☀︎

I stared down at the journal in my lap, not knowing the power that this mere book possessed. It possessed the power to change my life, literally.

☾☀︎

I kept staring at it. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were fucking with me, or the sun charm was actually glowing.

“What the fuck?” I grabbed my glasses and slipped it on quickly, because I couldn’t believe my eyes. The charm only got brighter. I reached out hesitantly to touch the charm and pulled away once I felt a tingling sensation run through my body.

Okay, I was officially terrified.

☾☀︎

But, the thing is, I didn’t know there was someone else sitting behind this journal as well, flipping through the pages. I didn’t know that when the charm I had…glowed, the person’s charm was glowing as well.

What I didn’t know, was that the person who possessed a similar journal to mine, was going to become a significant person in my life.

My soulmate if you will.

And I think, if you asked me years later, I probably would’ve told you that I was scared.

Sometimes you go through something and it hurts and you don’t know if things will ever be okay after that. I’ve said it countless times before, I was completely over Elena, but the breakup made me feel as though no one was ever going to want me.

But then, the days went by, and I didn’t feel like crying and I wondered if it meant that I was fine. I thought that maybe, I was just ignoring my feelings, bottling everything up, and that maybe they might come back out of nowhere.

But then, there was one day, I was riding the bus, on my way home, bopping my head along to my favourite song and humming along to to words, only to realise that I was happy.

Not necessarily happy with my life, but happy with who I am, right this moment.

Maybe, Elena didn’t break my heart as bad as I thought.

Maybe it made me stronger and maybe I can survive possibly anything.

Maybe, meeting someone new was going to make everything okay again.

☾☀︎

I watched as the glow of charm faded away. A bit too spooked out, I grabbed the journal and shoved it under my bed.

I think, that was enough of Aphrodite for one day.

#UPDATE #series #AU #g!p #camren #family #romance fluff #scifi supernatural fantasy #submission #love lauren

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fuckyeahkagepro · 6 years

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Kagerou Project Theories? + Comparisons/AMV (Anime Music Video) -> (featuring characters: Hibiya Amamiya, Konoha, & Hiyori Asahina) (w/cameos from: Momo Kisaragi, “Kuroha” [Clearing Eyes/Saeru]) (+a tiny bit of Wannyanpuu’s fanmade “Kagerou” / Heat Haze!Hibiya+Hiyoris) (Kenjirou Tateyama and Azami{?} also appear for brief moments in the original) Kagepro official artist Wannyanpuu’s fanmade/non-canon Kagerou Daze pv x Konoha no Sekai Jijou [Konoha’s State of the World] official pv [Music Route] + smaller bits from: - Headphone Actor official pv [Music Route] - Children Record official pv [Music Route “Opening Video”] - Outer Science official pv [Music Route] - Mekakucity Actors Episodes 2, 4 & 7 [MCA Route] (+Momo scenes) - Manga Route 2 - “Additional Memory” related chapters (*“Additional Memory” {at time was} also an upcoming new* Kagepro song!!) * - at the time I originally made this work, “Additional Memory” PV had yet to debut

(More details under the ‘read more’!) {Including my original commentary}

[+ thank you @kikithedeceiver for allowing me usage of your manga scans !! ]

bonuses:

(^ literal half-seconds flash Hibiya from the “Daze” lyrics pv)

(^ Children Record: Hibiya scene transitioning into a “Kuroha” [Saeru] scene)

(^ Children Record: Hibiya + Kenjirou Tateyama’s silhouette in the background) plus compare the facts that: 1) if Mary + the Dan “stops” Saeru, they’re “saved”. but the Daze...?? ??? 2) if Saeru “dies” [in any form] UNLESS THEY ALSO STOP “THE DAZE” HE’D BASICALLY BE TAKING THE ENTIRE WORLD + THEM WITH HIM BECAUSE MARY [A PART-IMMORTAL MEDUSA WHO WILL OUTLIVE ALL HER FRIENDS] CAN’T “RESET” / “RELOAD” THE TIME WITHOUT SAERU’S “HELP” (a bit more comparing under the read more!)

(^ maybe unrelated but) (“Mary’s Imaginary World” mini-chapter 9.5 [from near-end Manga Route 1?]) (*note the Snake of Clearing Eyes’ completely shocked face) ([spoiler: it was a dream (of Mary’s).])

(^ also compare to the scenes in the amv/manga w/Hiyori covering her mouth.) Kagerou + crying Kagerou’s:

(this one too:)

(^ Otsukimi Recital pv [Music Route], which Wannyanpuu also worked on) (*Hibiya’s hood vs Kagerou’s hood + crying Kagerou’s) (+compare basically everything in it yeah? yeah)

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( ^ that ending totally did not mean anything. nope. nuh uh. ) (I mean seriously)

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(^ “Days”, the ending video/theme for MCA. Note the KNSJ scene that compares [Hibiya and Hiyori sleeping against each other in the TRUCK. +NOT subway {as in M.C.A}])

(^ this scene.) (+ compare to MCA 07′s “Konoha’s State of the World” scenes as amv shows)

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(^ “Lost Time Memory”, a very particular scene where “Kuroha” / Saeru ? (Konoha? either depending on timelines?) ??? [tbh we still legit don’t know if it was Konoha or Saeru for sure] ... attempts suicide [but is saved by Shintaro.].) also compare: - basically every single scene of Hibiya + Hiyori + these related characters in Novels Route (+Novel 8, “Summertime Reload”) + Manga Routes 1+2 + MCA

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(^ “Mary’s Imaginary World.”) [Mary no Kakuu Sekai] (aka by the translation: “Mary’s Fictional World”) bonus the bonus: [near-end of Manga Route 1]

( ..... )

( ”the swaying heat haze [kagerou] was standing awfully close.” ) ( ^ “he just stood there” ) (“as if trying to get in the way between you and me”)-- -- Kagerou Days I (Novels Route; Hibiya’s POV)

( ^ totally coincidental framing, everyone. totally coincidental--) (“there is no such thing as coincidence in this world, there is only [hitsuzen] (the inevitable)” -- THANKS CLAMP SERIES) bonus the nth: [Manga Route 2 new form Saeru] (merch version but): (note his skin’s color schemes):

( ^ “COINCIDENTAL” )

bonus the ???: “beta!Konoha” (also: “Grey Konoha”) was originally designed as a girl:

- and was changed to a boy - either of these facts - regardless of all of this series’ plot points concerning these characters [ +any related characters ] ( ..... I’ll let you come up with your own ideas )

#kagerou project #kagerou daze #hibiya amamiya #kuroha #snake of clearing eyes #kagepro: theories #kagepro: comparisons #kagepro: amv #fuckyeahkagepro posts #fuckyeahkagepro amvs #kagepro: music route #kagepro: manga route #kagepro: mca route #kagepro: novels route #kagepro: refs #kagerou #momo kisaragi #hiyori asahina #konoha #saeru #(AM I MAKING ANY SENSE AT ALL WITH THESE COMPARISONS GUYS)#(THEY'VE BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR YEARS SOBS)#(literally the ONE line of KNSJ that still confuses me too is)#('PULLING ME OUT FROM THIS MECHANISED WORLD INTO A FUTURE LANDSCAPE OF FALLING LEAVES')#('WITH YOUR EYES' STRAIGHT FLASH TO HIBIYA'S EYES EXCEPT IT'S KONOHA'S POV NOT HIYORI'S)#(but then HIYORI got Hibiya's eye power instead so)#(IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE KONOHA CAN SWITCH HIS EYE POWER WITH HIBIYA'S SOMEHOW)#(me @ this series: literally why it's been 6+ years JUST .... ANSWERS ..... PLEASE)#(I still haven't gotten to some other Novels Route specific moments)#(this is mainly rambling btw bc @THIS SERIES W H Y)

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big-eater-queen · 6 years

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If you start watching the first episode of xxxholic at exactly 11:53:47 pm on New year's Eve, the first words you'll hear at 12 am on January 1 2018 will be: 'There is no such thing as coincidence in this world, there is only hitsuzen'.

#xxxholic #Ichihara Yuuko #watanuki kimihiro #yuuko Ichihara #kimihiro watanuki #I'll make a trc version tomorrow probably

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errlonthedoobie · 4 years

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“ There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.

Hitsuzen...A naturally fore-ordained event. A state in which all other outcomes are impossible. “

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Hitsuzen

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Summary: Yuri Plisetsky has always seen strange things and odd spirits often follow him around. One day he stumbles into an odd shop that grants wishes run by a strange man named Victor Nikiforov. Will Victor grant his wish and what will be the price?

Pairings: Yuri/Otabek, Yuuri/Victor, with Yuri crushing on Yuuri

...Yes this is an xxxHolic AU where Yuri P is Watanuki, Victor is Yuuko, Yuuri K is Himawari and Otabek is Doumeki (yes, you read that right now go think about that; if you haven’t read the manga then it’s okay, don’t worry. Everything will be fine. Probably)

Edit: you can now vote for this to be the next fic I write here!

The world is a large place full of wonderful and terrifying things. Humans walk proudly through it, arrogantly thinking they know all of its secrets when they haven’t even scratched the surface. Because even those who know some of Fate’s secrets know that they can’t change their own fate.

But most importantly, they know that there are no such things as coincidences. There is only Hitsuzen.

It was a gloomy morning and it was made even worse by that thing. That thing, which, for some reason, no one could see but him. It followed him down the street, floating a few meters off the ground.

It probably had a name, but thing was all it was going to get from him.

Describing it required a good look and that probably meant going mad as well. And he wasn’t going to go mad. He was already really angry. Going mad would only make everything worse. So he could only describe it (if anyone ever forced him to) as a big disgusting, foul thing, as something unnatural in all meanings of the word.

And Yuri Plisetsky was well acquainted with the unnatural. Unfortunately, he was much better acquainted with it than he would have liked.

No one else could see it. Why couldn’t anyone else see it? Why was he the only one cursed to see it? Why couldn’t he also be oblivious to it? Seeing it didn’t exactly give him any special abilities.

“Aargh!” he screamed, the sound of his voice filling the street. “Why do you have to follow me?”

But shouting didn’t help either. He stumbled down the street, feeling his knees give out under him. He caught the gatepost of a house just as he thought he would pass out.

And the foul thing vanished.

He looked up and stared in amazement at the house before him.

Yuri was in a normal street, or, at least, up until that moment he thought he was in a normal street. Now he wasn’t so sure. There were regular-looking houses all down the street, mostly identical to each other. Nothing about any of them was exceptionally memorable.

Except this house.

It was an odd house and that was the biggest understatement imaginable. It was made of dark wood. There was a crescent moon on its roof. The gates, which were made from the same wood as the house, somehow contrived to look more solid and menacing than the stone gates of the other houses.

Whatever, he thought, I don’t care. I just want –

And even though he could’ve sworn he told his legs to go away, they marched on, completely without any input from him whatsoever down the path that led right to the front door of the house.

He tried to stop. He tried to fight this sudden impulse of walking into odd places, but all with no luck.

They carried him onwards to the house.

“Stop it!” he shouted at his legs (and knew deep inside that it was a sure sign of impending madness). “It’s rude to walk into people’s houses without their permission!”

It was a stupid thing to shout, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that it didn’t work.

His legs took him right up to the front door where three identical-looking girls stepped out to greet him.

“Welcome to the shop!” they exclaimed in unison with serious looks on their faces.

And then the serious looks vanished and they burst out into an excited chorus of “A customer! A customer!” They were almost tripping over themselves and each other in excitement.

They grabbed Yuri by the arms and, before he’d even had time to realize what they were doing, before he could turn and run from this mad place, they dragged him inside.

The inside of the house was just as odd as the outside, but the three girls didn’t give him a lot of time to study his surroundings, or even think about the recurring image of the crescent moon: they dragged him into one of the rooms, where his attention was captured fully by someone else.

There was a man in this room. He’d draped himself lazily (and way too dramatically, in Yuri’s opinion) over a red couch, a smile on his face and a pipe in his hand. He was in a red and yellow kimono that only added to how dramatic his pose was. His icy blue eyes regarded Yuri with disinterest, as if to say “oh, there you are at last; isn’t that nice?”

Yuri, who’d been close to his breaking point for the past ten minutes, snapped. “What the hell is this weird place?”

“It’s a shop!” the triplets exclaimed. “Yeah! A shop!”

The lazy figure on the couch watched him without a word.

The triplets went quiet and a complete silence settled over the room and its inhabitants. There was no ticking of a clock and no sounds came from the street.

The man got up and reached Yuri in several long strides. He tower over him. “This is a shop that grants wishes,” he said, taking Yuri’s chin in his hand. “If you’re here, it means you have a wish.”

Yuri pushed him away. “Don’t touch me! What the hell is the problem with you? Do you just lure people in here to sell them your crap?”

“No. I just told you: this shop grants wishes. You’re not a very clever young man, are you?”

“So anyone can march in here, demand anything and get it?” Yuri asked. As if I will believe that!

The strange man chuckled. “For a price. This is a shop, after all. For the right price, any wish can be granted.”

“Any wish?” Yuri repeated incredulously.

He nodded. “Yes, but some wishes come at a very high price and would cost you your soul.”

“Soul?” he backed away.

“Yes.” The strange man circled Yuri. “Your coming here was no coincidence, no accident. It was Hitsuzen!”

Yuri swallowed nervously, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. “Hitsuzen?” he repeated.

“Hitsuzen - a naturally foreordained event. A state in which other outcomes are impossible. A result which can only be obtained by a single causality, and all other causalities would necessarily create different results. So reads the Kodansha Japanese desk dictionary, second edition.” The strange man paused with a smile.

Yuri stared at him with his mouth slightly open. “What the hell?” he demanded as the meaning of the last sentence sank in.

The man chuckled, no doubt pleased by this terrible joke.

“What is your name?” he asked, draping himself over the couch again.

“Yuri Plisetsky,” he answered.

“And your birthday?”

“M-March 1st,” Yuri answered.

The strange man burst out laughing. “What sort of person tells a stranger their real name and birthday?”

“What?” Yuri demanded, his fists clenching.

“My name is Victor Nikiforov,” the strange man said, wrapping his arms around the triplets as they circled him. “It’s a fake name, of course.” He kissed the forehead of one of the triplets. “And these are my assistants in the shop: Axel, Lutz and Loop. Aren’t they the cutest names you ever heard?”

“No! What the hell is the matter with you?” What’s the deal with him? And what do I say to that? I need to get the hell out of here! He turned to go, but Victor was there right in front of him.

“Like I said, you being here means that you have a wish and that I must grant it,” he said, taking Yuri’s chin in his hand again.

“Let go of me, you pervert!” Yuri exclaimed, pushing him away.

Victor stepped back. “Do you have a watch?”

“Hm? What?” He searched around in his pocket and pulled out an old watch. “It’s a family heirloom,” he said, handing it over to Victor. “My grandfather handed it down to me from his father.”

“Yuri Plisetsky,” Victor whispered and threw down a little circle that expanded in size. Yuri wasn’t sure where it came from. It looked like Victor had pulled it out of his sleeve. Victor stared into it as if hypnotized. “Yuri Plisetsky… birthday March first. You lost your parents when you were small. You live with your grandfather now. Your future is very uncertain, but you are hard-working and independent, which might help you deal with anything that comes your way. Or it might only make things worse. You have a big trouble, caused by your blood.”

Yuri stepped back. He hadn’t been prepared to hear his fortune read out like this.

Victor went on, as if in a trance. “Your blood lets you see creatures that few humans can see. Unfortunately, this means that they’re all attracted to you.”

The circle was gone and Victor pocketed Yuri’s watch. “I’ll grant your wish,” he said.

“Give me back my watch, you idiot!” Yuri demanded.

“It’s not your watch anymore,” Victor told him. “I’ve taken it as payment for reading your fortune.” He put an arm around Yuri’s shoulders. “You live only with your grandfather, which means…” He leaned in close to Yuri’s ear, as if about to whisper some great secret, “…that you’re very good at housework, right?”

“Yes,” Yuri agreed, confused at the speed at which they jumped from wishes and his fortune to housework.

“Excellent!” Victor exclaimed, stepping away and giving Yuri a big grin with a clap of his hands. “That will be your payment: from now on you will do all of the housework around here.”

“What?”

“You will work in this shop until I say it’s enough and then I will grant your wish!” Victor announced.

When the hell did I agree to this? Yuri demanded as the triplets danced happily around him, singing the word “housework” over and over again.

At some point during the evening he’d walked into hell itself and now he wondered if there was a way back to the land of the normal and the sane.

He wondered the same thing the next afternoon as he stuffed his things into his school bag. It was the end of yet another uneventful school day. He only wished the afternoon could be equally uneventful.

“That man is insane,” he muttered to himself, “and that store of his is as mad as he is. How much junk can one person keep? And how long will I have to deal with this crap? Ughh! And now I have to go back there!”

“Go back where?” another voice asked.

“To that stupid store of his, of course!” he answered without thinking.

He froze, realizing that not only was he complaining aloud, but that there was another person joining in. He raised his head and met the eyes of the most perfect being in existence.

Yuuri Katsuki.

He felt his heart melt and all thoughts of creepy men in strange shops went out the window.

Yuuri Katsuki – the best person in all the world, his classmate and his crush. He was tall, dark-haired and handsome. He was the best at everything. He was kind and just being in his presence was enough to make the day better.

“Did you get a job in a shop?” Yuuri asked, giving him a smile brighter than the sun.

Yuri pulled himself together. He did what he always did and fell back on his hostile attitude. “Yeah and what’s it to you?” he asked.

“Y-you’re right,” Yuuri said. “It’s none of my business. It was wrong of me to listen in.” He turned away, looking as if someone had hit him.

Why do you have to be such a pushover? Yuri wondered. If anyone else had done it, it would’ve pissed him off to no end and it would’ve been enough for Yuri to consider them a loser and hate them for all eternity.

But this was Yuuri Katsuki. And everything he did was perfect.

“I… I just meant,” he racked his brains for a good excuse, “it’s awkward that I have to work in a shop.” What a lame excuse!

Yuuri turned around with a smile. “There’s nothing wrong with that! What kind of a shop is it? Maybe I can visit it sometime?”

He had a terrible image then of innocent Yuuri in the clutches of that strange Victor who would try to steal his soul in exchange for the promise of granting him some wish.

“No! It’s a horrible shop!” Yuri protested. “You won’t like it at all!”

And then he wondered if Yuuri had a wish. Not a small, silly wish, but a big wish that only Victor could grant.

#Hitsuzen #fanfiction #fics to vote for #AU #yuri on ice #xxxHolic #Victor Nikiforov #Yuri Plisetsky #Yuri Katsuki #oh wow a Victuuri fic where Yuri P is the main character and written by me amazing

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modernart2012 · 7 years

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Cosplay (Magical) Girl

@sumigakure Halloween Event 2017

Prompt 4: Magical Girl

Word Count: 1224

Rating: G

On Ao3

“Rin, are you sure my wig is on right? It’s awfully uncomfortable.” Obito plays with the carefully styled “mane”, coming close to dislodging the face guard holding the whole thing in place.

Kakashi peeks up from where he was perusing the convention guidebook, “At least you get a wig and bobby pins not a badly-installed weave.” Just mild enough to be considered conversation, but just barbed enough for Rin to feel the sting. If it wouldn’t ruin the cosplay to leave a bright red handprint on Kakashi face for the rest of the afternoon, she’d slap him in a heartbeat. Kakashi hadn’t had any objections to the cosplay until he learned he needed extensions!

“And who’s fault was it that they kept moving as I clipped the extensions in?” Rin stressed the correct term because she knew Kakashi knew the correct term for the easily removable lengths of hair she’d clipped in in the wee hours of the morning, sacrificing her sleep in order to deal with Kakashi’s whining. “Besides, you make a lovely Kero and Yue. Just keep your costumes together until the judging for the group cosplay contest.” She smoothes the front of her costume, the classic and iconic pink and white one that was a straight up bitch to stitch because of the miles of layered, heavily starched, ruffle-hemmed petticoats that went under the skirt. Rin wished she had a real life Tomoe to make her costumes for her, but alas, of her friends Yugao was the only other one who had any ability to sew and even then she couldn’t sew a straight line for love or money.

“Oh hey! They have takoyaki! Bakashi, come on, let’s grab some.” Rin freezes and tries to stop them - all those dark sauces and their bright costumes! - but then thinks better of it once she sees the terrified begging face Kakashi is making at her as Obito pulls him into the queue, wings dragging behind them both. She packed bibs on purpose, and it serves Kakashi right for reading porn while getting styled then having the balls to complain about it. Maybe she’ll only insist on fried-foods for the rest of the day? Or pointedly eat miso-glazed fried eggplant in front of him - there’s a stall right there.... But there’s mochi too and pistachio ice cream filled mochi are so rare to find.

Mulling over the possibilities, she doesn’t notice where she’s going until she’s bumped into someone much smaller than her. “Oof!”

“Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you...,” Rin can’t believe what’s she’s seeing.“Sakura?” That is very clearly Sakura, but the older Sakura from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle not the child Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura that Rin herself is cosplaying.

The poor girl’s wig has been knocked askew though, and Rin can’t help herself as she tries to right it. The girl’s pink hair flutters loose as she knocks aside Rin’s hand, huffing, “Watch where you’re going!” Green eyes glare at her for a moment before widening in surprise. “Oh. You’re....”

“Also Sakura!” Rin chirps, ignoring the rudeness. Anyone would be rude in that situation, especially if someone knocked one over in a very detailed, primarily white cosplay. “You also going for the competition?” This convention’s contest was one of the most difficult, with lots of really good cosplayers coming and competing, but Rin thought the girl’s would do well.

“Ah, yes.” The girl gets up, smoothing her white skirts and checking for stains. Her coins clink against one another - real metal, not cheap. “The group competition, actually!”

“Really! Who are your companions?” Rin hopes it’s not the two Syaorans. The girl can’t be more than 12, and the whole storyline of the two (three? Four if you count the father?) Syaorans makes things very awkward via implication. Not that Rin is judging but ... 12 is a little young to date?

The girl smiles, “Mokona and Mokona!” Oh good. The dumplings. Perfectly innocuous. “I wanted them to be Kurogane and Fai.”

Rin doesn’t know what to make of that. “Why didn’t they want to be Kurogane and Fai? They’re amazing!” The best original characters in the series - not a hard thing to win, considering, but still! Rin read Tsubasa and xxxholic for Kurogane and Fai not for Syaoran and his quest!

“They kept fighting over Syaoran.” And that’s almost better, almost worse. “So I made them be Mokona instead.” The girl shrugs. “What about you? Are you in the single entrants competition?”

Rin laughs, “No, I’m entering in the group competition too. My Yue and Kero are off getting food right now.”

“Mine too! Maybe we can go sit down to wait for them?” The girl points out a set of empty benches in easy line of sight from the food stalls. “Then maybe when they get back we can get a group photo?”

It’s easy to talk this is small Sakura, who is starry-eyed over the romance of the series and the exquisite detail CLAMP puts into their stories. It’s clear the older work references are lost on her, but that’s okay since they’re clearly before her time and hard to find in print anyways. They bond over Gate 7, and poke fun of CLAMP’s obvious weakness for the name “Sakura”; how many “Sakura” does one group even need? The girl shyly offers that her name is also ‘Sakura’, which is why she loves the character so much.

“Say, did your ... friends have problems with cosplaying too?”Sakura asks after a lull in their conversation. She’s fiddling with one of the coins on her scarf, and Rin can’t help but feel a pang of empathy. Cosplaying alone is hard, but it’s also difficult to agree on what or how with a group, and it’s even worse when people start causing problems. 12 year old boys are the worst about that sort of thing, waffling between excitement over the characters and self consciousness when they realize cosplaying nerdy stuff and that it might be “uncool”.

“Yeah, but they do every year. It’s okay. I have a plan - next year, we’re going to cosplay Sailor Moon. And instead of letting them be Shittenou, I’m going to make them rule 63.” Rin smiles deviously. Kakashi will love that, especially the wigs and short skirts. Sakura giggles, and a thought strikes Rin. “Hey, wanna cosplay Chibi Usa if I cosplay Usagi? You already have the hair.”

Sakura grins, “If we add my two friends with your two friends, we could get all of the Sailor Scouts - at least the Inner Scouts.” Oh, but how Rin loves the way this girl thinks.

They’re exchanging contact information when two pre-teen figures in black and white run up. “Sakura! Sakura! They have the figure you wanted!”

Her own two idiots stroll up, “Rin! Rin! We got you a serving of yakisoba!” It’s clearly time for them to part ways, especially given the way their two groups are sharing Looks. Last time those Looks had been shared, Kakashi got into a fight with some hooligans from Iwa. That year wasn’t a good year.

“‘There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.’” Rin intones as she waves goodbye.

“What?” Obito asked around a mouthful of octopus ball. Rin giggles into her noodles instead - they won’t know what hit them.

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