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Warm-up for me eventually spamming fics in the Payday 2 tag when my exams are over. don't look this is likely embarrassingly bad writing sobbu

Summary: A normal evening in the safe house. G-rated, though I might write the fluffs or pr0nz later in life.

Only the murmuring of peak hour traffic in the distance could be heard at the laundry place, accentuated by the occasional cacophony of a vehicle whirring past or chattering of a businessperson picking up their suits after a long day at work. Beneath the veil of those innocuous walls, that which planned to disturb the monotony stirred.

Quiet, regular taps of business shoes marked the arrival of Dallas at the dark safehouse. There, Houston pored over a laptop, turning his head when his brother reached the base of the stairs. "You're finally here, Bain wants us to rob this jewellery store two weeks from now. He's gonna brief us on the details tomorrow evening."

It was then Dallas noticed the blaring radio and the furious sound of a drill assaulting a safe. Houston stood up from his seat, taking a single step toward the other man before instead resting his back against the wall. Dallas had a glint in his eye.

The air was abuzz, fizzing with anticipation that emanated from Chains using his expert hand to perfectly place modifications on his weapons. The scene was akin to a child receiving a birthday gift, and was not to be disturbed. In the next room, a fuming Wolf harshly shoved cans of drill fluid into the stupid always-malfunctioning machine, bending the metal receptacle for it. He glanced at the callous face of Dallas walking by, then scrambled to fix the slot with his bare fingers.

Laying a blank blueprint on the planning desk and pulling the laptop from the drawer, Dallas smiled. Anything to disrupt the monotony was welcome to them all.

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Sometimes, I feel weightless, falling down to nothingness, over and over.

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I got bored, so I wrote some KiyoHana, in which Hanamiya's IQ doesn't particularly help at culling his feelings.

Rating: PG, nothing risque. Just... fluffy, which is rare for me.

"Hanamiya, is something the matter?" asked Kiyoshi, head tilted to the side a little with fingers on his cheek.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Kiyoshi maintained his gentle smile. "Have you decided what you're going to order yet?"

"N--no." Hanamiya's fingers scrambled for the laminated cardboard menu, which corners had peeled slightly and gathered a greyish tinge.

"I know this place's a bit run down, but the food's great."

Hands calm, Hanamiya slumped down in his seat and slid behind the menu. The woven back of the seat prickled his skin as he shrunk away from the larger man. Why had Kiyoshi invited him for dinner? More importantly, why had he accepted? Irritating impressions of him drifted into his mind and in front of the menu, images of the man who absolutely refused to be broken, not even at his hands.

Kiyoshi flicked an idle gaze back toward Hanamiya. "You know, that pose makes you look strange."

Instantly, Hanamiya sat up straight as though impersonating a businessman at a high-class restaurant. The scent of food was gone; he had spent that much time contemplating nothing in particular. He internally reasoned he should punch Kiyoshi for mocking him and be done with this dumb outing, but he wanted to know more.

Both the kindness and fierceness Kiyoshi showcased were present now: Kiyoshi was stupidly friendly, but at the same time, some complicated thought process ticked behind those deep brown eyes. Just like myself, noted Hanamiya in passing.

The door of the restaurant slid open. Hanamiya planted his forearms on the table, leaning toward Kiyoshi. "I need your help for something," he whispered, eyeing the inconspicuous teenagers entering the room. A sharp inhalation, and teeth clenched around his lower lip indicated Hanamiya's impatience.

As soon as Kiyoshi mimicked the gesture, Hanamiya closed his eyes, and gently pushed his lips to the other mans'. With a smirk of satisfaction, he collapsed back into his seat.

Kiyoshi slid back, too, heart pounding and cheeks flushing. He put a knuckle to his lip, forgot what he wanted to order and picked up his copy of the menu.

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A silly TakaMido kinda-drabble, suggested "inspired" by one of my friends IRL.

Warnings: NSFW text

Midorima felt warm breath down his neck and reflexively burrowed his back further into the mattress to little effect. The only sounds were breath, skin sliding against skin and the ticking of a clock on the wall, which pace seemed irregular for whatever reason.

A small gasp, unable to be stifled, escaped Midorima's mouth as Takao pressed wet lips against the inside of his raised thigh.

"Takao, stop your teasing already!"

"You're no fun, Shin-chan," replied Takao, now moving to his partner's ear. "But you look so hot when you're like this."

"So what would it take for you to suck me off already?"

"Iunno," said Takao with a smile, running fingers along well-defined core muscles. Midorima's chest suddenly rose, stayed up for a few seconds, before falling back to a regular pace.

The hawk-eyed man would loved to watch from above, and with the simplest, most elegant moves, watch his prey squirm.

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Darkest Hours [Positiveshipping]

Pain knows no bounds, hence the methods to overcome it are similarly relentless. When Yuma falls victim to an attack, there are many tools in Rei’s arsenal to fix his underling; however, analysis and manipulation is a method he highly favours.

‘Inspired’ by the events of Episode 88.

WARNINGS: Discussed death, NSFW (at the end), Dub-con.

A/N: This is what happens when you watch too much Evangelion, get tired, talk to revise-leviathan on Skype and eat a ridiculously spicy meal enough to make you feel faint. This trippy fic idea. I hope you enjoy it.

The one time he was too late was the one time he was needed the most. Like a storybook in slow motion, the electric Sphere Field crumbled, each panel falling and disappearing like splinters of glass. The actor: Rei Shingetsu with little breath to spare controlled his panting as the spectacle unfolded with front-row tickets to Yuma’s demise. The air was energetic and hot sparks jumped from point to point, some of which passed through Rei and seemed to sizzle his skin. Of course, no actual damage was done.

Glassy-eyed and paralysed with despair, Yuma plummeted. The enemy had departed already, a silent assassin leaving a void of life in their wake, leaving only the ragdoll of a boy to fall onto hard pavement.

There was no time to judge the situation; Rei dashed toward his underling. His movements had automatically adjusted to a higher, shorter stride to maintain a semblance of idiocy. “Yuma-kun!”

Rei was talking to a statue. His vision panned across Yuma’s body and lightly shredded clothing, eyes narrowed to evade the sting of razor-sharp air. He focused on the Emperor’s Key, now missing its distinct sheen.

“Yuma-kun! Can you hear me?”

A brief tense in Yuma’s muscles was all Rei’s expert eyes could discern. Was Yuma masquerading like Rei was? No, Yuma was radiant and true, until now. Yuma was a critical entity in this battle, and Rei had failed his task of protecting him. Pain shot through his chest like a spear, but his goofy demeanour remained.

Rei stooped down to pick Yuma up. The body that used to be so lively was little but a carcass now, yet the Barian could still faint breath on his arm. He loaded the other boy onto his back to carry him along the waterside, toward his residence. Without the Original Number’s presence, the images that played past Rei’s eyes had a different atmosphere. Yuma’s weight hung on him like a pollutant: painting the world with a grey palette, but difficult to remove. No, he could not remove him yet.

Yuma was deposited in the attic of the Tsukumo household, and Rei departed.

The events of that evening placed a gloomy filter over the morning after, blotting out the saturation of anything colourful. Even the rising sun seemed stunted from Yuma’s mood. It fascinated Rei, how the weather itself acted to create this image.

“Yuma-kun, hurry up! Let’s go this way, I’ve found another shortcut to school!” Rei’s radiance fought the gloom fabricated from the loss of Astral and the Numbers.

Without a word, Yuma obeyed. Rei tugged his arm toward an alleyway, clean but devoid of life. Not even O-bots patrolled here, not frequently, anyway.

“Without Astral, I’m free of this Barian stuff and the Numbers, right? I can go to school normally without being scared of everything,” whispered Yuma in a ghostly voice.

Eventually it was 1:15 pm: Lunch break. Before this, Kotori, Tetsuo, Cathy, Takashi and Tokonosuke had glanced nervously at Yuma. The target of their sights half-heartedly followed the contents of the whiteboard, not once pausing to look to his side.

Rei’s distinct orange hair shot through the classroom, towards Yuma. “Yuma-kun, let’s go out and have lunch! Maybe we can duel!” His intent was to play the part of a potent rival, to be defeated to mark the growth of the star of the show.

“Okay,” was Yuma’s weak reply.

The still air of the classroom was replaced by a fresh whir of wind flowing past the group. People like little specks congregated on the rooftop of Heartland Academy like any other day. Most of Yuma’s friends were there, as well as the Barian, Rei Shingetsu.

Lunch was finished quicker than usual, and the duel started, as according to Rei’s script. He had glanced at the clock on his D-pad, intending to lose one minute before gym class started.

“It’s my move,” said Yuma. “Draw. I summon Goblindbergh. Its effect allows me to special one level 4 or lower monster from my hand, then Goblindbergh is changed to defense mode. I special summon Ganbara Knight. I use these–“ His voice dropped further. “I end my turn.”

“My turn! Draw!” Rei had a smile plastered over his less-than-perfect mood. Yuma had special summoned Ganbara Knight with zero attack in attack mode. “I attack Ganbara Knight with Shining Sly!”

“I activate Ganbara Knight’s effect. When it is targeted for an attack, I can switch it to defense mode! Its defense is 1800, which trumps Shining Sly’s attack of 1200!”

“Oh no!” With a façade of disbelief, Rei gladly took the 600 life point damage. He internally smirked. It was amazing, how the Barian could control the strings of the players in this story.

“Go for it, Yuma!” shouted Kotori from the sidelines.

As rehearsed in Rei’s head, the duelists’ life points veered towards zero as the break neared its end. It was Yuma’s turn, and he was smiling.

“Draw! I summon Gogogo Golem and attack directly!”

With 300 life points, Rei brandished his arm and pressed a button on his standard duel disk. “Trap activate! Shining Stunt! I negate your attack and,” he forged a clumsy expression of shock, “I take damage equal to half the attack of that monster? Aaargh!”

The blast of AR struck Rei, and he sprung back, flying a few feet before landing rear-first into the ground in a classic loss.

“Rei was going easy on me,” thought Yuma. Despite this, oblivious to Rei’s plan, he accepted his victory.

The bell sounded, louder than the victory siren of the duel shortly after.

The Numbers Club’s tension returned to a near equilibrium during Gym, now that Yuma had partially returned to his cheerful persona. He encouraged Rei to try some of the exercises, resulting in the flame-haired boy running into walls, faceplanting into soft mats and ripping the bottom of his shirt falling off a balance beam. With a giggle, he rubbed his surprisingly well-toned midsection.

“Hahaha, Yuma, you should have a go at the lunges on the beam! It’s challenging!”

Yuma obeyed, but tipped to the right as though someone was gently pushing him. “Oh- whoa!” The crash was unremarkable, not for someone as enthusiastic as Yuma, anyway.

The air darkened quicker during the walk home, courtesy of overhanging clouds. On Rei’s left was an aura of warmth: Yuma had put his path closer and closer to Rei, and the flow of air between the two had been disrupted, turned to turbulence due to their proximity.

“Yuma-kun, I have to talk to you about something I’ve got planned when we reach your place! It’s for the best. Say, we should duel again sometime! Now, what improvements do I need to make to my deck?”

Looking away, Yuma’s face was one of foggy confusion. Then, he leaned to Rei’s ear and cupped his hand around it. “Rei, when we get there, can you tell me more about yourself?”

“Mm, sure!” Rei exclaimed with a nod.

The door to the rather spacious house opened with a click, and the usual stage was present: Akari tucked in her shell of a room doing her job, Haru outside in the garden with Obomi, and the eerie, haunted silence of an absence of something important.

No wonder why the loss of Astral was painful.

Wordlessly, the two boys proceeded to Yuma’s room. Only footsteps on the hardwood floor were truly audible. They divulged their belongings to the warm floor, and Yuma walked, then took a quick hop to crash on his bed. “Shingetsu, can you tell me more about… you know…”

“It’s a little humid here, let’s go upstairs!” Without invitation, Rei bounced up the multi-coloured stairs to the attic, where a flash of thunder and drumming of rain against tiles hissed in his ears.

With hands and feet gripping each step, Yuma ascended to the attic. “Shingetsu, tell me. Today was fun, but what will you do now? I’m no longer a part of your war. This means I’ll lose you too, right? And everyone else… they still have things to do with Barians and –“

Rei sat cross-legged, with face directed to Yuma. Now his voice reverted to default. “I’ll continue going to school. You still have the Emperor’s Key.” Then he noticed it wasn’t around his neck.

“Yuma, you have other friends, don’t you? Your friends will be close to you, and I will make sure I am, too.” For the sake of Rei’s mission, that is.

“How can I know for sure?”

Remaining ever-stoic, Rei bit his tongue. He drew his sight away from Yuma, who leaned towards him. There was little to see, since charred clouds allowed the room to drink little light. The holder of the Key was no longer in a state to be played, disconnected from the artefact itself. A deep breath was expunged from the Barian’s lungs.

“Yuma, I believe in you, and this world,” declared Rei, looking at him. “Please, don’t give up. There is nothing I’m more concerned about than the wellbeing of the Barian World, and consequently, you.”

For a moment, Yuma recalls in flashes of light his loving parents who were truly concerned about his wellbeing. The brilliance terminated as he returned to the present, effectively without parents and at a loss.

“Rei,” said Yuma hurriedly, “don’t abandon me!” The familiar blue glow of Astral was gone, and in its place a frozen nothingness. Heart rushing, Yuma leaned forward, nose now inches from Rei’s.

With a quick jolt of muscle, the Barian shot back, toppling a box over and spilling its contents on the wood. “Rei, play along,” he thought, and wrapped an arm around Yuma’s back, “I won’t. Not unless you want me to.”

Eyes opened wider than possible, Yuma stared back. He squeezed them shut, leaning further toward the other boy to push their lips together. Rei tolerated it momentarily before placing a palm on his chest and pushing him away.

Yuma was distraught. “Rei…”

Frozen, Rei’s heart thudded, too. “I… just wanted to get away from the boxes first.” Promptly, he moved closer to the window, toward where the Emperor’s Key sat neglected.

Yuma was still. Rei’s lithe fingers stroked Yuma’s side and jawline, beckoning him to come forward. The Barian forced their lips together, both boys movements messy as Rei indulged Yuma. No resistance was given as Yuma slipped his slimy, warm tongue into Rei’s mouth. He nibbled the intruding tongue gently, and sucked as to invite him to explore further. Yuma hungrily accepted, fighting Rei’s tongue and gently pushing the Barian down.

They parted after a while, and Yuma’s eyes consumed every detail of the sight in front of him. Body warm and face flushed, Rei lay on the floor with his shirt crinkled and crumpled, and his midsection visible. Everything felt soft and fuzzy, except for the cool floorboards which were starting to bruise his knees.

“Yuma, I want you to be with me too,” said Rei in between pants. He used his true voice, laced with lust. Whether it was real or feigned, he didn’t know.

Rei’s tie was thrown aside. As he kneaded Yuma’s thighs, his shirt was being unbuttoned, revealing flawless skin and an excellently defined physique. The legs above him shifted a little, and their owner let out a little moan. Yuma lowered his body, but the Barian raised a leg and wedged his foot on Yuma’s hip. He pushed, and rolled him over.

“Let me express myself,” said Rei.

With unsteady hands, he undid Yuma’s belt buckle and zipper. “Raise your hips.” He obeyed, and Rei removed them, flinging the clothing to the side. They were lost from sight in a dark corner.

Yuma breathed out softly as his erection was freed from its confines. Rei bent down, licking his cock with ghostly fingers a few times before sliding them to his hips. He swirled his tongue around the swollen tip, flicking it a few times before lowering himself further. Yuma moaned as the hot mouth enveloped his cock, raising his knees as his core tensed.  Slow swipes of Rei’s tongue teased the other boy, before he picked up speed.

“Mmm, Rei…”

Tentatively, the Barian shifted his knee, pushing a solid cube aside before settling his weight. Even with his shirt open, the icy winds of the outside couldn’t reach Rei. The heat between them was almost unbearable.

Rei slid Yuma’s rod out, the younger boy wincing at how cold air whipped it.  The Barian ignored this, instead realizing his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. At arm’s length was a bottle of lubricant, which he swiftly snatched. “I’m going in you. Stretch yourself out so I won’t tear anything.” He quickly undid his pants, pulling his cock out.

Impatient as a tiger hunting its prey, Rei opened the bottle and squeezed the cold liquid on his hand. That hand met his own member, and rubbed up and down. “Here,” he said with an airy voice, handing the bottle to Yuma.

Without the inhibition to question Rei’s command, Yuma climbed to his knees, and with a hand covered thoroughly in lubricant, he touched his entrance. He yelped at how sensitive it was; or it could have just been the cold. He gingerly rubbed where the skin felt different, and pushed his smallest finger in.

By now, Rei was hard too. One of his fingers joined Yuma’s, gently pushing at his confines, stretching him open. The sudden gesture shocked him, eliciting another moan. He buried his head in the side of the Barian’s neck, biting and sucking as they stretched his entrance in tandem.

As suddenly as it began, Rei distanced himself from Yuma. The cold was no more as he clutched Yuma’s thigh and raised it above his head. His positioned his tip at his ass, and slowly rolled his hips forward. Intense tightness wrapped around Rei’s cock.

“Yuma…” Rei moaned, eyes half-lidded.

Yuma draped his arms around Rei’s back, gripping tightly as Rei stretched him to his limit. Little fangs dug into Rei’s collarbone as the Barian rocked in and out, gently at first. As Yuma’s pressure lowered, Rei sped up. They both struggled hard to keep their noises in, but a loud moan slid out of Yuma’s mouth.

Then, Rei stopped restraining himself. All the tension in his upper body vaporised, and he slammed into Yuma again and again. There was no need to pause to hear the shouts of his name. Nails suddenly pierced Rei’s skin as Yuma gave one final scream before coming on his stomach. Rei’s eyes were closed, his thrusting slowed and heavy, before a lengthy moan and his release inside Yuma. He collapsed, panting for moments before pulling out.

Animalistic instinct forged the next few moments, in which the two boys huddled. It was still hazy outside, but the luminance of skin was enough. By the time Rei’s breath stabilized, Yuma had fallen asleep.

The afterglow had gone, and the wind resumed whipping Rei. Then, he remembered his task. Number 39 was linked to the Emperor’s Key itself, Rei seemed to recall. His fingertip snagged the string it was attached to, and he cautiously took it in his hand, ensuring the metal didn’t strike the ground. Eyes shut, he channelled his energy into it. After a minute, he released it, and the gold had returned to its usual lustre.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to suffer for a little longer,” Rei whispered. “It’s for the sake of your world, and mine.” He returned the key to its position in front of a portrait with a man and a woman. They must have been Yuma’s parents.

Rei buttoned his shirt back up, and located his tie. Without casting his sight back, he climbed out the window into the rain.

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Grey [VKai] [ZeXal Kink Meme]

Written for Round 1 for the ZeXal Kink Meme

Prompt:

Various situations where Chris and Kaito are severely cockblocked both by themselves, each other and other sources.

I wrote one situation and if I can be assed I'll write more. They're cockblocked eventually, so it's SFW. [Link to fill on DreamWidth]

Under the cut is very very awkward VKai. Being cockblocked.

Little light panned over the small sections of the base of Heartland Tower that were visible from outside the gates. With a billowing coat and a soldier’s gait, Kaito exited the courtyard, eyes fixed on a solitary figure, just as slender as his but significantly taller. His eyes were focused on the target like microscopes, as though he could fix Chris in place with his intimidating stare.

Body propped against the inside of the wall, Chris didn’t approach, remaining his business-like, impersonal self until he was face-to-face with Kaito. “I’ve waited here for an hour,” he declared, shoulders rising off the wall. “What were you doing?”

“I was replacing some old hardware in the monitoring system.”

“You should have told me.”

“I didn’t know it would take this long. Last time-“ Kaito’s voice abruptly halted, “It didn’t seem to take this long when we did it five years ago.”

The sun started sliding underneath the walls, blanketing Kaito and Chris in a veil of shadow. Along with the dark grey clouds watching them from above, it triggered a sense of déjà vu of a past situation now playing differently, as though a record player somehow skipped a track. Two awkward steps like those of a newborn were taken by Kaito toward Chris whom he embraced.

“Kaito, what’s the matter?” Gingerly, Chris wrapped his arms around Kaito, too.

“You’re an idiot, leaving me then running off like that.” Kaito’s voice was cold but fragile, like melting ice. “I thought you were only getting something, but you ran away, just like that.  I still haven’t completely forgiven you for that.” His former mentor smelled like coffee and perhaps a hint of mint.

Chris exhaled, softly but barely audible, and his hand barely visible as his fingers licked underneath Kaito’s belt. “Yet here you are, standing in front of me.”

“Says the one who’s touching me like that.”

With a light sigh, the younger man pushed his elder against the brick wall. This was oh-so-wrong but Kaito wanted to show his eagerness for Chris returning to his life and he messily whipped his long blue hair aside to plant lips against his neck. Chris ran firm, snake-like fingers along Kaito’s scalp, gently pulling his hair to direct the shorter man as he felt tongue and teeth along his neck. Their warmth resonated. Instinctively, Kaito pushed a leg between Chris’ and nipped his neck with his teeth.

The difference between the sweat of anxiety and heat of the moment became indistinguishable, both fuelling the actions of the pair. Also obscured was the sound of approaching footsteps which were only noticed when Chris saw a torch beam sweeping the pavement.

Chris froze. Kaito looked up at the mortified face above him.

“Yo!” In consideration of dignity, the torch beam stopped a few metres short of them. The voice was a sharp, deep contrast to the last few moments.

“Gauche?” Chris released Kaito, peeling stunned arms away from him before pushing his former student away.

“Chris, Gauche, what the-“ All Kaito felt was a shift in his already-low centre of weight, a breeze slipping between him and Chris, then his knee rising in retaliation –

“Argh!” a sharp cry left Chris’ throat as he crumpled against the wall.

Like the shadows themselves, Gauche departed, his large body surprisingly unnoticed. “Ahhh man, I never expected this spirit from Kaito…”

“Chris!” Kaito regained his balance and darted towards the elder. “Are you… oh, I…”

“I’m going home.” Chris pushed himself off the wall and limped away with irregular footsteps.

Each extended slide of the foot along the ground seemed to generate a frustration equivalent to being kicked in the head for Kaito.

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Yu-Gi-Oh! ZeXal: Duel Box 4 Scans [DOWNLOAD]

Support the creators if possible by buying the boxset!

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An older graphic, a quick sig of Kaito Tenjo. I spent minimal time on it, yet it doesn't look too bad.

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I decided to doodle after school and casually pulled this out of my rear.

It's good enough for me to actually want to post it.

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INCOMPLETE: Untitled (Haruto-ish?)

I started a thingy but I'm feeling tired so I thought I'd stick a WIP up.

actually it was more of a brain fart oh well

Also I've been RPing for so long I completely forgot how to write interactions between other characters, constructive crit will be appreciated.

Post Dr. Faker duel, meant to be Haruto-centric but I'm not even quarter finished I don't think.

“My memories with my friends are the source of our power,” may have been the last thing Yuma Tsukumo said before blacking out and awakening in a hospital. The void-like white sheets were warm, but little compared to the embrace of his allies he could vaguely recall shortly following his victory. Now the three duelists, Shark, Kaito and himself, were in separate rooms, divided by plain white walls like they were at the beginning – no intent, involvement or interaction targeted at one another.

Ryouga Kamishiro had sustained a moderate wound to the abdomen, worsened by escaping the collapsing bowels of Heartland Tower. The wind rushing through his hair and sights of the city had been displaced by the pristine blandness of a hospital room, twangs of pain from organ damage and various ‘get well’ cards concealing a vase with a solitary flower.

Only three days were required for Kaito Tenjo to resume sections of his routine. At approximately nine o’clock, a distinct rattle of hard plastic wheels would roll past rooms into an elevator. The former hunter, medicine drip attached to his arm, proceeded through ever-lit corridors into a room he’d open with his own hands. Gentle as a feather, he turned the doorknob and stepped in. Not even the ticking of a clock sounded in this room, with specialized equipment projecting far more holograms than they should. At the centre of a bed framed with suspended cables was Haruto, corpse-like in rest. Being in these rooms and connected to wires gave him sufficient skill to read the screens; increased levels of the neurotransmitter cortisol meant Haruto may have just woken up.

“Big… brother…” uttered Haruto. His eyes were still closed. “What happened?”

“Haruto, I’m glad you’re okay now.” This was a lie; blood test results from yesterday indicated severe deficiencies. “You worked very hard a few days ago and your job has been finished.”

“Does this mean the Astral World is destroyed?” Each of Haruto’s words were spaced and almost merged with the silence.

A clap of boot on floor preceded Kaito placing a gentle hand on Haruto’s forehead. “You don’t remember?”

A pause.

“You should get more rest.”

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The tables in Haruto’s room were coated with scattered papers like a spilled drink on a tablecloth. This time the door opened more roughly and widely, striking a piece of metal with a clang. Yuma and Kaito entered the room carefully, 

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Happy birthday, the17thchimera!

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POLISH-TACO LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

I AM DEAD FROM LAUGHING.

#I need a shirtless V picture I'm too lazy to draw it

Then...

sexonmotorcycles:

Oh hey you know what would be funny? IF YOU TRIED TO GO WITHOUT REACTION SHOTS FOR A WEEK.

hybriduality:

CHALLENGE NOT ACCEPTED

sexonmotorcycles:

[chicken!]

hybriduality:

I am drawing shirtness V your argument is invalid

SEVERAL HOURS OF DYING OF LAUGHTER LATER:

THEN SOMEONE ELSE SHOOPED SOMETHING

Fanservice + V = ???

sexonmotorcycles replied to your post: sexonmotorcycles replied to your post:…

hsahfl you will post that yes

Shore, have a WIP.

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So an anon and polish-taco and a V RP account happened and sht happened.

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WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE PAIN I FEEL IN MY GUT AFTER ALL THAT LAUGHING.

Someone give me a caption for this.