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aparticularbandit · 1 year ago
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One of Mikan's character notes is that she hates clothes that are too big and thus consistently buys things that are actually too small so that she doesn't have to deal with them being potentially too big.
But Mikan. Bestie.
Your beloved is the Ultimate Fashionista.
Junko's just over here making Mikan clothes that fit because Mikan has probably never had anything that fit right once in her entire life. Mikan, this is what clothes that fit feel like. Isn't that nice. Don't you want more of those.
Followed immediately by Mikan bought her own Ultimate Despair nurse's outfit that is absolutely too small.
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mod-kyoko · 3 years ago
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Sakura,Nekomaru,Mikan,and Kirumi with and S/O that’s the ultimate MMA fighter
bro i don't even know how long it's been since you sent this ask because i've been on a long ass hiatus but i'm going against everything in me that is telling me not to answer it because it's been too long but i wanna freakin write. anyway sorry for not getting to it sooner, friend.
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sakura, nekomaru, mikan, and kirumi x ultimate mma fighter!g/n!reader
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the absolute best thing sakura could have in a relationship is a sparring partner
every single person she has sparred with in her career has left her dissatisfied, she barely ever broke a sweat
but with you, she has finally found someone who will give her a run for her money
sometimes, not always, but sometimes, she'll get distracted while you're sparring because she's in too much awe, but she'll quickly regain her composure
when you're done fighting, she will grab a couple of towels and start wiping you down softly, taking her sweet time caressing you, putting all her love into a simple service
all of the pride she has gained from winning matches, all of that pride combined, does not compare to the pride she feels standing next to you, and being able to call you her partner
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you already know nekomaru is the type to never shut up about his passions, and that includes you
constantly goes around saying things like
"you know, you guys should be more like y/n"
always thinking and talking about you
like sakura, he's never met a sparring partner that engaged him this much
spends all his time trying to convince you to spar with him
and he's always laughing this guttural, booming laugh during it
you know how convenient it is to be in a relationship with the ultimate team manager?
you were already recognized as the ultimate mma fighter, but now with him, you were able to get noticed more than ever before
you were fighting people from all around the world, it was televised, you were even making hella bank from it too
nekomaru also acted as your personal body guard. not that you needed that, but he was so proud to just get to stand next to such a successful and beautiful person
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as much as mikan absolutely adores you and your muscles, she would be far from the sidelines at your matches
she can't do crowds, or loud noises
she'd watch your televised matches from home, with the volume turned so low she could barely hear it
her way of supporting is wearing your clothes (that are way too big for her) and screaming at the TV
though, watching you fight people scares her more than anything
every time someone throws a punch or kick at you, she squeals and covers her eyes
by the time the match is over, she's usually in tears, but most of the time they are tears of relief that you didn't get beat up
when you get home, you'll find her with war paint under her eyes, clutching a pillow to her chest wearing an oversized shirt with your name on it
she'll jump off the couch and run over to you with the reddest little face
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just imagine this dainty little thing perched up on your shoulder
kirumi always thought that her whole life would be spent dedicating herself to some rich hotshot of authority, but when she found you, you made her feel girly
girly is something she never really felt
she had to grow up fast and act classy and mature around her clients so she could keep her job and title as ultimate maid
so being with you, being with a person so strong, makes her feel like a girl
she's a pretty quiet person, but she'll always show up and cheer for you at your matches
she's really good at anything crafty, so expect her to show up with the most well-made poster with your name on it to show off
and, honestly, she finds out that she really likes the scene
she's mingling with your other fans, throwing her arm around people's shoulders, really getting out of her comfort zone
because of you, she's been able to drop her facade as an uptight maid whose only love is serving others
♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡
it feels so good to write again
i love writing for less common characters like kirumi and nekomaru, those two are seldom requested so i'm super happy!!
-mod kyoko revamped
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httpswwwtbhkcom · 4 years ago
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"Komaeda? He’s sick today.”
[Oneshot/Imagine]
Pairing: Nagito Komaeda x Reader
[@httpswwwtbhkcom’s masterlist]
Summary: You didn’t see Komaeda in school, worried, you asked your instructor to learn that he was sick. So after school, you decided on visiting him, and maybe taking care of him too.
Warning: Mikan’s clumsiness, Nagito’s death picture/burial mention (don’t worry he’s fine), grammar errors, 
Genre: Fluff,
Keys:
Y/n- your name, L/n- last name,
A/n: I might make a part 2.. Cause why not?
Reader: Neutral
Click here to see the other part(s) - Part 1 (Here) - Part 2 - Part 3
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Made by: ??? (Please tell me who owns the art so I could credit them!)
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“Instructor, Where is Nagito?” You suddenly asked when she was in the classroom. “Oh? Komaeda’s sick today. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine soon.” Your instructor, Chisa Yukizome, answered. You could hear the others say “Oh thank god!” “At least nothing bad won’t ever happen to me again..” “The rain was heavy yesterday..” “I hope he’ll be fine soon.” and so on, so forth.
‘Nagito’s sick? What did he do?...’ You sighed to yourself. Resting your cheek on your hand as you listened to Yukizome discuss. Few minutes later, you were zoned out, blankly staring at the window. You felt a small tap on your shoulder so you quickly looked at the person.
“Y/n, You should pay attention to the lesson.” Yukizome mentioned. You blushed in embarrassment and gave her a small apology. “It’s fine, Just don’t zone out in the middle of the lesson, kay?” She chirped. You nodded and actually paid attention this time.
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After the lesson, break came. Mahiru immediately came to you, worried. “Are you okay, Y/n? You seem gloomy today...” She asked in a worried tone. “I’m fine, Mahiru. Just worried.” She gave you a skeptical look. “Worried?” You nodded. “Nagito’s sick right? I’m just worried of him. His luck is just too... Unpredictable that it worries me.. He’s my friend too.”
She placed her hand on your shoulder to reassure you. “Don’t worry Y/n, he’ll be fine. You’re just overreacting. You can check on him later.” She gave your shoulder a gently squeeze and gave you a small smile. “Your not coming with me?” She shooked her head. “Apparently, no. I’m going to be with my friend later and we planned on spending time together. Sorry...”
“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have asked.. I-”
“Big sis!” Hiyoko shouted, running towards her with a picture in hand. “Is this picture okay?” She showed the picture of Komaeda to Mahiru who was confused. “What’s this for?” Mahiru asked. “It’s for Komaeda’s burial of course! He’ll die soon so we need a good picture!” Hiyoko stated proudly.
“B-B-BURIAL?!” You jumped at Mikan’s sudden outburst. You snapped your head to the loud sound to see a squirming Mikan on the floor with a bag on her chest and a fallen chair between her legs. You quickly went beside her and tried to help her. When she was free, you gave the laughing Hiyoko a glare. “I-I’M SO SORRY!!” Mikan cried. While you, Yukizome, and Ibuki tried to comfort her.
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“Alright, Class dismissed! See you tomorrow!” Yukizome announced. Everyone gathered their things and left, saying their farewells. You were the last person in the classroom with Yukizome. “Instructor.” You called to her. Her attention changed from the door to you. “Yes, Y/n?” She looked at you, curious. “May I ask why Nagito’s sick?”
“Ah.. Sadly, Komaeda’s butler didn’t mention to me why he was sick.” You nodded at her statement. “I see.. Thank you. See you tomorrow Instructor Chisa!” You both waved at each other before you left the classroom.
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You were in front of Komaeda’s home, mansion. You didn’t even tried to go back to your house and change. Ringing the doorbell, you patiently waited. You heard the door opening and saw one of Komaeda’s butlers. “Ah, Hello Madam/Sir L/n. Are you here to see Master Komaeda? He is sick.” The said butler bowed. You did a small bow and nodded. “Yes, Is he feeling better?” You asked, as the butler went to the side of the door, you went inside. (A/n: I suck at this.)
“I’m afraid not. His illness just got worse earlier this morning.” The butler sighed, escorting you to Komaeda’s room. “Though, I advise you to not get too close... Master might get worried of you getting sick. May I know the reason you came here Madam/Sir L/n?”
“I was worried when he didn’t came to school earlier and Instructor Chisa said he was sick so I thought on visiting him to check if he was okay. Maybe even take care of him for a while..” You admitted sheepishly, as you both passed other maids and butlers. Some even greeting you when they have noticed you. The butler let out a quiet chuckle.
“You and Master are very close. I know Master’s very happy of you being his close friend.” Then the two of you continued to walk to Komaeda’s room in comfortable silence. The butler opened Komaeda’s door for you and you gave him a small ‘Thank you’ and went inside the room.
“Oh, Do I have to take another me- Y/n?” Nagito looked at you with wide eyes. “Why are you here?” You stood in front of him and smiled. You first noticed him still in his pajamas. “I came to visit you here, Instructor Chisa said you were sick and I was worried. I thought I could also help you if I can.” You explained.
“No need- I have enough people taking care of me. I don’t need more people- especially you- to take care of me. You might get sick- I don’t want an ultimate risking their life just to take care of a trash like me.” You furrowed your brows at his words. Him? A trash? As much as you heard him say that you would never get used to it.
You stepped closer to Komaeda and held his hand. He tried to pry it away from you and move away to a safe distance but you held it tighter. “Nagito. How many times have I told you your not a trash? And I will also take care of you. Even if I get sick, at least it was worth it. Plus, didn’t I tell you I’ll be beside you no matter what?”
He covered his face with the blanket surrounding him. “It’s not worth it, Y/n. Please go home.” “No.” He sighed in defeat, lowering the blanket a bit so he could look at you. “Fine, you can ‘take care’ of me. But please keep a safe distance. I don’t want you getting sick.” You grinned and backed away, nodding.
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“Are you hungry, Nagito?” You asked him as you dipped the wet cloth and placed it on his head. “Hm....Mhm.. Please grab me food.” He grumbled. You nodded and quietly walked out of the door. But before you left, Komaeda said “And please tell them they can have an hour break, they’ve been working since the morning...” You hummed, telling him that you heard it and left, making sure that you closed the door quietly. 
You went to the kitchen and saw two maids cleaning. “Nice to meet you again, Madam/Sir L/n. How is Master Komaeda?” One of the maids asked. “Hello, Nagito’s feeling a bit better. Can you please make Nagito a snack? He’s hungry.” The maid nodded and began pulling out food from the refrigerator.
“You can go back to Master Komaeda’s room. We could bring the food there instead.” The maid suggested. You shooked your head and explained you want to be the one who gives Komaeda the snacks. “Oh, And Nagito said for all of you to take an hour break. He told me that you’ve been working since the morning. You all are such kind and hardworking people. Please tell the others to have a break too.” The maids lightly blushed and nodded, continuing their work. 
“How are you Madam/Sir L/n? It’s been a while since we have seen you.” The other maid tried to make a conversation. “I’m doing well. School’s the same but my grades are improving.” You stated with a proud smile. The maids only giggled in response.
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You were walking back to Komaeda’s room with a tray of foods on your hands. You were near his room until a maid noticed you and immediately volunteered on opening the door for you. “Thank you.” You said, giving the maid a small bow and went inside the room.
“Your still here?” He asked, looking at you questioningly. “Yep. I’ll probably leave at 6.” He quirked his brow in confusion. “It’s not 6 yet? It felt like hours ever since you left the room.” You placed the tray on the table beside the bed and helped him sit. Then sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Do you miss me that much?” You joked. You saw his face go on a deep red. “Of course! Your an Ultimate of course!” He exclaimed. “Hm? I feel like that’s not the only reason~” You said seductively slowly leaning to him and stopping until his inches away from you. “Y-Y/n... I’m sick remember? Please keep your distance..”
You backed away and giggled. “I was just joking with you Nagito. Your so fun to tease y’know?” You took a spoonful of the food on the tray. “Say ahh, Nagito.” “A-ahh?” He opened his mouth and you slowly began to feed him. “T-there’s no need to feed me, My Ultimate hope! I- I can feed myself. You don’t need to feed a tra-” You placed a finger on his lip that immediately shushed him.
“If you want this to end, you better cooperate or else your sickness will get worse.” You deadpanned. ‘But I don’t want this to end...’ Komaeda thought. He sighed and nodded. You continued feeding him, checking his temperature. Every few minutes, someone will go in the room to check on Komaeda.
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“You’re leaving already..?” He asked in an almost whined tone. You nodded sadly. “I have to, Nagito. My parents might get angry at me staying for the night.” He pouted. “Can- Nevermind... I’ll probably bother you... You can leave I guess... Good bye.” He said sadly. You looked at him and gave him a quick hug.
Taken aback by your action, he said, surprised. “I told you to keep a safe distance! You’ll get sick.!” You ignored his statement and gave him a smile. “See you tomorrow kay? Bye!”
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When you were walking towards your house, you remembered the cute pet name Komaeda told you earlier.
“My Ultimate hope huh?” You chuckled to yourself. “Cute..”
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m-y-fandoms · 5 years ago
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1 Thing I Love & 1 Thing I Hate About EVERY Danganronpa Character Part 1
Part 2
SPOILERS FOR ALL THREE MAIN GAMES
I’d love to hear our opinions as well in the comments or my inbox or DM’s! If you try this trend with DR characters, tag me!
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Sayaka Maizono
♡ Her passion for her career and friends.
✘ The way she tries to screw over Makoto when the game had just begun. Like wait and see what happens before screwing over such a great guy? Leon didn’t deserve it either.
Leon Kuwata
♡ His voice actor (English), and how real and human his execution was in that we all would be so scared and irrational. It was just so iconic and sad as it’s our first introduction to the death in this series and we all think: “shit, this is real... they are really killing these kids.” I didn’t think it would be that brutal, just seeing his body limp at the end with the haunting music.
✘ His design is disgusting. I hate how he looks.
Chihiro Fujisaki
♡ So innocent, so kind, so intelligent
✘ Shouldn’t have been killed for such a stupid reason, also they did Mondo dirty with that motive for killing as well. Just a mess. As for the actual character, Chihiro cries right off the bat when you do your introductions and that was kind of annoying to me personally.
Mondo Oowada
♡ He has a lot of respect, understanding and emotions for someone I thought would be a hard-ass douche biker.
✘ The worst motive to kill ever in a game where you know you’re getting executed if you’re found out. Like you’d be extra careful and that’s his reason to kill? Lazy writing.
Celestia Ludenberg
♡ Bad bitch energy and her goth lolita design.
✘ Manipulation and double murder. Bad bitch energy only goes so far. Confidence is different then selfishness. Also, of all the chapter 3 triple murders... the worst motive to kill.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru
♡ Emotions: secure in his masculinity, able to cry, show emotions, and apologize when he’s wrong. He’s funny and likable.
✘ The Ishimondo white hair thing was stupid. Taka was fine on his own.
Hifumi Yamada
♡ Writing takes talent, fan fiction as much as any other style or genre. Also the talent of his voice actor (who also voices Kiibo/K1-B0).
✘ Literally everything else about him.
Sakura Oogami
♡ I love everything about her. I love her wisdom, loyalty, design, voice etc. Just step on me, mother.
✘ Why the hell would she ever agree to be a spy even if it meant the end of her dojo? I just don’t think she would do that rationally because she isn’t selfish. The others would suffer for her spying. She remedies this with redemption in her letter in chapter 4 but still she should’ve said no off the bat. Everyone had something to lose. The dojo wasn’t worth spying for monokuma. Also I just don’t think she would commit suicide. She can’t help the remaining students survive and redeem herself truly if she’s dead.
Kyoko Kirigiri
♡ Bad bitch energy, calm and collected when I could never be.
✘ Especially in future arc of the anime, damn can you show some emotion please? Through your words and expressions not just your actions. Sure she was willing to “die” for Makoto but like I just want more emotion from her sometimes, even in THH.
Makoto Naegi
♡ So pure. I Love Bryce Papenbrook. Makoto reminds me of Sora and I love his design.
✘ In THH I didn’t mind his innocence but in the Danganronpa 3 future arc anime, when people started straight up abusing him and accusing him, he needed to grow a little backbone.
Byakuya Togami
♡ Love my dad, king shit, also love how over the progression of the games and animes he becomes a little more kind to his friends.
✘ Why the fuck did he mess with Chihiro’s body? Just so cruel and disrespectful.
Yasuhiro Hagakure
♡ Funny magic man. Sexy voice.
✘ Please. Please Hiro use your brain just once. Why do we have to prove Kyoko isn’t a ghost?!
Toko Fukawa
♡ Character development in UDG and I love Genocider.
✘ Putting down herself and others constantly gets old in THH.
Aoi Asahina
♡ Love her voice actress and her personality
✘ We really just gonna get everyone killed in chapter 4 huh? Surely you know they don’t all deserve that.
Junko Enoshima
♡ A very memorable villain with great hair and design.
✘ I just can’t stand her. I hate her so much.
Mukuro Ikusaba
♡ Her mercenary background is super cool as a concept.
✘ Too bad it wasn’t explored nearly enough.
Hajime Hinata
♡ Seeing the protagonist be a little less naive, innocent and positive than Makoto was a refreshing change, although I loved Makoto. I liked Hajime’s cynicism and expressions that sometimes just screamed “this shit again, huh?”
✘ I enjoy the way Izuru looks but I hate him as a character. He is sexy to look at but Hajime is just a better character overall
Teruteru Hanamura
♡ His love for his family and mother especially is so cute and heart breaking if you know the full story.
✘ He needs to know when to dial it back and quit with the perversions. And no it’s not just how he looks, Miu needs to chill at times, too.
Twogami
♡ I feel like he genuinely cares about his friends, just hides it well
✘ His death felt like a cop out and poorly written. It just didn’t sit right with me. Also his design is disgusting to me, his outfit and such.
Mahiru Koizumi
♡ Loyal to her close friends.
✘ I just have no interest in her as a character and I find her boring.
Peko Pekoyama
♡ Loyalty. Loyalty is something I value very highly in every form of relationship. Peko is also very hot.
✘ Come on girl... I know how you were raised but you should’ve known Fuyuhiko didn’t think of you as just a tool and you two should’ve expressed your true feelings long ago. Like even in secret. How do you live like this? Also I feel like killing Mahiru could’ve been avoided with a calm talk.
Ibuki Mioda
♡ Cute design, positive vibes.
✘ Cringe sometimes in the way she talks.
Hiyoko Saionji
♡ Beautiful character design and some very good insults and snarky remarks at times.
✘ Just irredeemably mean and annoying. Even when you do her free time events she is just so annoying.
Mikan Tsumiki
♡ I like her design as well as her hair, expressions, sprites and clothing.
✘ I hate her. I just hate her whether she’s in her true psycho form or timid stuttering form. She’s just annoying in my opinion.
Nekomaru Nidai
♡ So supportive, can hold my drink at a party. Respects everyone and wants the best for them.
✘ Bro Mechamaru was a stupid plot point. I just couldn’t stand looking at him and couldn’t take it seriously. Still sad when he died though.
Chiaki Nanami
♡ From chapter 5 of sdr2 on she is impossible not to love if you didn’t already. Just the selflessness, the sadness of the reveal and execution, how she returns to help Hajime at the end???? I love her. I love her hair design, color palette, her personality, everything.
✘ I’m bitter and miserable about her being the only class member to actually die (the despair arc anime) also her falling asleep at random times is kind of odd and she doesn’t seem to be like that later on in the game??? Like it seemed like a cheap joke but not actually who she is? Hard for me to explain.
Gundham Tanaka
♡ King shit, couldn’t praise him enough. He’s sexy, loves animals, and is funny as hell sometimes. His voice actor is a saint and a cool dude and I named my guinea pigs after the Dark Devas (yes I know they are hamsters in the games.)
✘ Come on dude. I get that being from Hell and magic and having evil powers is your shtick, but we all know that you and Nekomaru sacrificed yourselves so the others wouldn’t starve. We know you care about your classmates. There comes a time when it’s time to let personas and facades fade and be true to your heart. I just feel like him denying he cared at the end hurt. We all know he cared. I didn’t like how he was haughty until the end. He deserved better. I love him.
Nagito Komaeda
♡ I love him so much. So cunning and intelligent, always a step ahead. And he’s big sexy.
✘ Him killing himself in chapter 5 hurt me so bad I was like in denial for days. Also hate how Bryce Papenbrook gives him a raspy stoner psycho voice in the game then a light airy higher-pitched voice in the despair arc anime. It just bothers me. I love his voice still but the inconsistency just hurts my OCD
Sonia Nevermind
♡ I love that she’s so interested in her passions and love her feelings for Gundham
✘ Her outfit and bow are atrocious. Also why didn’t she start liking and talking to Gundham sooner on? Their romance bloomed late and it would’ve made for a better chapter 4 ending if they were a bit closer.
Kazuichi Souda
♡ Cool design and outfit, love his voice (also voices Kaito in V3) and his backstory is relatable at times. He’s also very human in that he’s scared a lot of the time or insecure or blames others in panicked situations. It’s not always a good thing but it’s human and realistic.
✘ Gosh he can be so annoying. Sometimes flirting or whining too much is well... too much.
Akane Owari
♡ Strong-willed and definitely someone I would be friends with
✘ What the hell is her outfit? Gymnasts and athletes don’t wear that shit. Stop objectifying her when it doesn’t even make the product or plot better. Like there’s absolutely no point to making her dress that way. I was a gymnast for 15 years. Even those who do parkour (which Akane seems to do more often than actual gymnastics in the anime and game) don’t wear what she wears. Also she’s underrated.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
♡ I love him. He’s the DR character I’m most like out of all the games and anime. Tenko is a close second. I think he’s adorable, love his character arc, development, redemption, and love his voice.
✘ In the anime/despair arc, Fuyuhiko is not done justice. He doesn’t get enough lines, has a different voice actor, just doesn’t give off the same vibes.
Izuru Kamakura
♡ Sexy man long hair good.
✘ Boring character. I wish he were just Hajime.
Kaede Akamatsu
♡ Loyalty and leadership are such attractive qualities in her. Also she faced her death with such class and dignity and I respect her because I could never.
✘ Some of the voice lines Erika does for her are just weird and cringe. Just random moans or grunts... I don’t know it’s like when Ann Takamaki from Persona 5 (also voiced by Erika) makes suggestive noises as well. Just grinds my gears. Also hate her outfit down to the hair pins.
Shuichi Saihara
♡ I love his nasally voice. I love his design and he’s so adorable. I love how emotional and compassionate he can be. He ties with Makoto for favorite protag of mine.
✘ That sprite where he sniffs his hand. And his ugly ass hat.
Rantarou Amami
♡ Sexy man, sexy voice, sexy piercings
✘ Ugly outfit, and wasted potential
Ryoma Hoshi
♡ I respect him and feel bad for his outlook on life and for how poorly he views himself. I love his little hat as well and he’s the first “different styled” character (Hifumi, Bandai, Teruteru) that I liked the design of.
✘ I hate when he says “got a long ways to go,” it’s overused and annoying, and wish he gave himself more credit. Also hate that when you first meet him he warns you that he’s killed people and is dangerous to be around. Come on buddy, you know you wouldn’t hurt your friends. Stop pushing them away.
Kirumi Tojo
♡ Competence, well rounded, skillful
✘ Boring as hell. I wouldn’t waste one free time event on her.
Angie Yonaga
♡ Dark skin, super cute, love her talent as an artist myself.
✘ Gives religious people a bad name and is super manipulative which I hate.
Tenko Chabashira
♡ I relate to her and feel bad when she’s misunderstood. She’s a good person deep down. Also love her sprites.
✘ There’s more cunning, funny and clever ways to write her digs at men.
Korekiyo Shunguuji
♡ I’m in love with this man. Long hair, voice, mystery, mask, intelligence, passion, talent.
✘ He definitely was a victim of abuse and a lot of people refuse to see that and just hate him. Team Danganronpa should’ve given him a redemption arc where he realized his sister abused him and changed.
Gonta Gokuhara
♡ I love his design except for his suit. Also he’s so cute and naive. I cried for his trail.
✘ No need talk like caveman. Better way to do this.
Kokichi Ouma
♡ Like Nagito, I value his intelligence and crazy cunning.
✘ Shouldn't have died. Also shouldn’t have manipulated Gonta. That was just cruel.
Miu Iruma
♡ She has her hilarious moments and her death surprised me and was sad.
✘ Sometimes she lacks basic empathy, i.e. calling Tenko “Tencrotch” when she just fucking died.
Maki Harukawa
♡ Amazing character development. Didn’t see her surviving until the end at the start. Also her love and passion for Kaito.
✘ “Do you wanna die?” gets old.
Kaito Momota
♡ Just the overall best bro you could ever have.
✘ Has some toxic masculinity issues and anger issues.
K1-B0
♡ Pretty much everything about him. His design, his attitude and personality, especially how amazing and cool he is chapter 5 onward, his execution made me so sad. He’s so innocent and funny without trying.
✘ When you do his free time events he’s very arrogant and just talks about himself a lot... it seems odd and not similar to the Kiibo we see throughout the game.
Himiko Yumeno
♡ Super cute design, love her voice and “Nyeh...” and her sprites. Her character development is great as well.
✘ Why did they take so long to make her important and likable?
Tsumugi Shirogane
♡ An excellent and well hidden reveal
✘ I hate her. So annoying, from the voice to the references and her personality.
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stalksbyakuyatogami · 4 years ago
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Hi Mod Toko, may I request Maki, Mikan, and Miu getting a butch makeover from their girlfriend?
Maki, Mikan, And Miu Getting A Butch Makeover
(。’▽’。)♡ FINALLY
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Maki Harukawa
"No."
"Come on, Maki. Please? Pretty please? I promise that it'll only be light!"
This is the 30th time this week that you asked her to do it, but she still refuses. She's not a big fan of makeup, that's a first. But more like... she doesn't know how to use it. And that's why you'd like to give her some. She'd look great, you thought. And you just had to bribe her with something.
"No."
"Okay, how about this. You let me do your make up, and then after this, I promise to never ever offer you something like this ever again."
That's a lot of evers. But who knows? Maybe she'd like it and will ask for more? It's like reverse psychology. So you just had to do your best.
"...fine."
It took almost a minute for her to respond, but thankfully she agreed to it.
Later...
"Tilting my head like this is straining."
You were currently applying liquid foundation on her. And she already says that it was sickeningly wet, and her face just a bit sticky. You tell her that it was just her, and the liquid wasn't that sticky. And when she opened her eyes, she noticed that her skin got smoother. Oh wow.
"No, no, no! Don't open your eyes yet—! Aw man, the eyeliner got messed up."
"You can just erase it, I don't mind."
"Yeah, but it's going to— okay, okay."
The final result. She finally got to see the entirety of your work. Wow she's... pretty.
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah... I look different. A bit different." She touched her face, wondering how such equipments can do this witchcraft.
"You look beautiful."
She tried to hide her blush by looking away, but the blush you put wasn't helping it at all. So she smiled at you instead and kissed you on the lips. "Thank you."
"You put lipstick on me, but I'm not gonna wash it off for now." Who knows, maybe she'll ask you to do it again sometime.
"Next is this outfit! Ooh, and let's cut your hair shorter too!"
"Wait—! Hold on!"
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Mikan Tsumiki
"Mikan babe. How about I give you a makeover?"
A makeover? She doesn't know how to put it in words, and she doesn't know whether she should accept or reject that. But it would be rude if she rejected it, and the nerve of her to let you treat her.
But in your case, it was more than fine for her to agree to your proposition. She's so busy being a nurse, that she almost doesn't have time for herself. And so it begins.
You suggested curling her hair. Her hair was uneven at first, but it was getting long and finally the sane length. Wouldn't it be breathtaking to her with curly/wavy hair? You can cut it too if it's okay with the both of you.
Give her jeans, I'm sure she'll look good in it. You never see her in jeans. Always skirts. Also!! You should make her wear a V-neck shirt. No, not the cotton one, the one with the fancy cloth, you know. But! If it's neither of you two's type, wear matching strawberry dresses! In the end, Mikan would look in the mirror and appreciate how beautiful she is for the first time in a while. She would feel appreciated, loved, and important.
She might burst into tears from thanking you, please don't make her cry! She'd ruin her make-up.
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Miu Iruma
Gorgeous girl genius. But can she get any more gorgeous? Yes she can.
"Do I really need this? This is an insult!" She exclaimed. ,"Yes you do, babe. I wanna see you in another style... or something like that. Just bear with me, please?"
Miu wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, but it was new to her, and she doesn't think that she can get any more pretty.
She always wears bright colors, along with her blonde hair. You figured that Miu would be the "goth girlfriend" type and that she wears all black even just sometimes, but no. Miu was Miu. And it was time for her to dress as a goth gf. She says that all black clothing kinda makes her look like an evil villain. Not you though, you think that she looks like a sexy motorcycle, vroom vroom.
Dyeing her hair black with some highlights of her preferred color on it, thiccer eyeliner, ghostly makeup, black lipstick, all of that shit was applied to your girlfriend.
Black clothes (i think she'd look good in pants) and of course, demonias. The effort you gave was immense. Getting all of the trouble to give her a makeover was exhausting.
But it all pays off in the end.
Your girlfriend was gorgeous, breathtaking, every compliment you could think of. You never knew that she would be this stunning in those clothes. She was a bit shy at first. Teasing you about thinking lewd thoughts with a blush on her face. You brushed it away though, too focused on her look.
Once she settled a bit, she finally realized that you were really admiring her look. She blushes, "Do I look okay?" Okay? She was a goddess. Show her off, take her on a date. Wink.
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honeybomb4thebear · 5 years ago
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Ooo nice! can i ask for Mikan nsfw alphabet?
Of course!!
Thank you for 50 followers by the way, I hope you continue to support me :)
Warning: N//F*W!!!
MIKAN N//F*W ALPHABET
A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. NEVER lets you do aftercare for her. Will ALWAYS be the one doing the aftercare, no questions asked. Aftercare is one of her favorite things about sex and she'll absolutely love to see you so... Vulnerable for her. Y'know, just Mikan things.
B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. She would love to be your cute little pet, or your slave. She loves you so much, you mean so much for her, so she would like to do ANYTHING for you. Especially in bed. But please go easy on her-
C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. She has a pretty healthy diet, so it's sweet. Cums a lot too.
D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? 3 switches in a row, huh-. Switch sub. I'd feel bad if I called her a pervert, though.
E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). Oh my god bring it on. Knifeplay, breathplay, temperature play... After all, she gets to take care of you afterwards. Yeah, she'd prefer being in the inflicting end.
F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). As fucked up as it sounds, she wants to fuck you while you are sick- nothing too serious, it's just that seeing your even more hot and blushy face while fucking you feels so nice. You look even more pathetic, even more dependent on her in that state.. She would never do that, though. Even if you were the one to suggest it, she'd refuse because she is supposed to take care of you-
G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. Would try to cover herself but as we all know Mikan, she'd accidentally expose herself more... You should be the one to tell the other person to go.
H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). Her breasts. Play with her nipples. Even if it's through clothes, her panties will be damp already.
I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. Ahhhh she can be pretty romantic and trust me if she's it'll be the best sexual experience for both of you. Make love with her, seriously. She'll be so happy she'll end up crying.
J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. Appreciate her body and hug her gently. Shower her face with kisses, which will soon turn into a make-out session. And it'll escalate quickly from there...
K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. UH, probably restricting you in any way... That way, you'll have no choice to rely on Mikan, in that moment. If she is the submissive one, control her orgasms.  
L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. She is not really picky. But a hospital bed would be nice (it would be very nice for your roleplay please plea-).
M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. To relieve stress maybe? It's not often, but might do it to get your attention. She only does it when she is too stressed out, but for your attention she'd do it, for like, 4 times a week.
N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. C'mon, she wouldn't humiliate you. Or degrade you. She physically wouldn't be able to do that.
O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). Oh my GOD, this girl LOVES seeing you vulnerable it's kinda scary ngl. When you are all vulnerable, there is no way she could repress the urge to touch you, it doesn't even have to be sexually. She wants to "take care" of you, which could lead to good things if the reason behind your weakness is you being horny.
P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. Mutual fingering, that one position where you pin her against the wall and she wraps her legs around you, and sagittarius.
Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. Not a big fan of it, needless to say prefers actual sex. Yet she definetly wouldn't be able to resist if you asked her with a flushed face.
R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. If you flip her sadist switch, there is no way she'd go easy on you...
S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. Surprisingly, she has lots. 4-5 maybe? Being a nurse helps, somehow...
T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. A strap-on, a vibrator dildo, and small vibrators to tape on your (or her) nipples.
U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. Nah, not much. Please don't tease her as well, I'd feel bad lol
V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. Ooh yeah, if she's submissive she is very loud. She will tell you how good it feels and how much she loves you, with drool going down on her chin. If she is the dominant one, she will giggle shyly and with a very soft voice, ask questions like "do you like this? You seem to like this... Oh my, you look very adorable right now..."
W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. She loves it when you kiss her. It doesn't matter where, she just loves receiving kissies, it makes her feel loved. She likes PDA, so if you were to kiss her cheek in public she would be REALLY happy.
X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. A pretty nice figure. I doubt she has much chub on her, but it's not like she is athletic so... No fat, but no muscle either.
Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. Surprisingly, not much? She does get turned on when you are horny, though. She likes seeing you horny, maybe a bit too much.
Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. She NEVER sleeps before you. She needs to ensure that you are as comfortable as you can be, so she will wait for you to sleep.
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rujinuism · 4 years ago
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Hey hey! I see you take rarepairs- could you maybe write some non-despair Mikan/Gonta fluff? I know it's really rare so no worries if you can't/don't want to (i'm thinking kind of like an UTDP au, so all 3 casts are at hope's peak at the same time, just in different classes)
okay so usually i don't do cross-game ships because i have no fuckin clue what the V3 ages are but since this is a Hope's Peak AU i'm gonna say they're all in the same range here
ps sorry this is so late i've been distracted kdjfngh
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Ship: Mikan/Gonta
Characters: Mikan Tsumiki, Gonta Gokuhara, Mahiru Koizumi (briefly), mentions of SDR2 & V3 characters
*Like said above this is a UTDP/Hope's Peak AU, uhh i've never written this ship so i'll try my best <3 this isn't really obvious shipping but I tried to at least imply it.
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Mikan Tsumiki didn't visit the greenhouse much.
The nurse was mostly found in her office or cowering in the corner as Hiyoko harrassed her for a variety of reasons usually related to her appearance, or her attitude, or her skills. Hiyoko usually found some new flaw to point out, and this time Mikan had wanted to escape the room before the mean-spirited taunts became even worse, she wasn't in the mood to be called pig-barf again.
Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice she wasn't alone until she collided with something broad and warm, yelping and falling back onto the floor. She looked up and saw someone she didn't quite recognize by name. She had definitely seen him around though- maybe he was a friend of that Korekiyo guy Sonia and Gundham hung out with? Hajime had mentioned him once, maybe? It was one of those. She did know he was in another class, though.
Either way, she found her vision blurring with tears as she bowed her head. "I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, forgive me for interrupting you!" She bit down hard on her bottom lip to avoid full on sobbing in front of a stranger. Hiyoko was right, she really was pathetic. She should've just let the dancer insult her like always and gotten right back to work.
She looked up when she noticed he had extended a hand, hesitantly reaching out to it. She took a moment to notice just how overall big he was- not only much taller than her, but much broader and somewhat muscular from what she could tell. He definitely looked like someone who spent most of his time outside- if she could recall his name perhaps she could recall his talent. "No, it was Gonta's fault! Got distracted by a butterfly."
Gonta...oh, now she remembered! Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Entomologist. She had heard that he was apparently rased by wolves instead of people, causing his odd way of speaking, but she thought it would be rude to ask before even introducing herself. "It-It's nice to meet you, Gonta. I'm Mikan Tsumiki." He probably hadn't heard of her, she wasn't important enough to be spoken about, even as the somewhat unofficial school nurse.
"Ah, Gonta has heard of you!" He grinned. "Gonta's classmate Kaito gets hurt a lot, mostly cause of Kokichi." Kaito, Kokichi...Ultimate Astronaut and Ultimate Supreme Leader. She's...still not sure what Kokichi's Ultimate exactly means, but she has seen Kaito with a lot of minor bruises and scrapes, with the small purple-haired boy laughing at his misfortune.
"Yeah, I know them, I-I think i've treated Kaito a few times." She noticed a flash of color and glanced over at the plants. "Is that the- the butterfly you were looking at? It's pretty." The insect's wings had vibrant shades of blue against deep black, and Gonta's expression seemed to brighten even more at her praise of the small creature. He crouched back down to watch it as it closed its wings and stood on on of the flowers that were common in this area of the school greenhuse.
"It is! Gonta has only seen this species a few times, they are always very pretty." Mikan smiled softly. It was nice having a conversation where nobody was insulting her and she wasn't tripping over herself. Gonta watched the insect as its wings slowly opened and closed, the soft blue shiny in the sunlight that streamed down onto the greenhouse, not quite hot enough to be too uncomfortable to stay out for long periods of time.
"So how did you get your talent?" She squeaked and clasped a hand over her mouth. "I-I'm sorry, that was probably rude!" Great, she had already messed everything up. Gonta just smiled as he continued to watch the insect, another brightly colored butterfly landing on a flower not far from their spot. Mikan had never been a fan of insects, especially ones that flew anywhere near her, but for some reason this felt peaceful, everything looked beautiful.
"Bugs have always been Gonta's friends. People thought Gonta was scary when he was a kid, but bugs never called Gonta scary or weird." He looked away from the butterfly to gaze at Mikan. "When Gonta got lost he was raised by wolf family. There were a lot of bugs out there, too. Gonta got his talent when he came back, didn't know what the word meant at first, but Gonta likes it." Mikan watched him, trying to figure out what that warm, fuzzy, comfortable feeling in her chest was.
"MIKAN!" The nurse cried out and almost fell back, only calming down when she noticed it was Mahiru that had called for her from near the entrance. The photographer winced in sympathy, "sorry for interrupting, but Kazuichi hurt himself trying to fight Gundham again and he won't stop whining about it." Mikan stood, brushing off her clothes.
"Sorry, I have to go, but maybe we can do this again sometime?" She asked, turning to Gonta one last time. Mahiru was still watching, and she didn't want to keep the redhead waiting too long. Besides, Kazuchi would be insufferable if she waited much longer to bandage him up. She really needed to tell him to stop trying to challenge Gundham over Sonia.
"Gonta is looking forward to it, Mikan!" She nodded before rushing off, following Mahiru down the hall. Kazuichi was probably in the nurses office already, so all she needed to do was examine him and then tell Hajime he needed to give him another lecture on why he couldn't go around trying to do this stuff every other week, even though she didn't think the pink haired boy would listen. She spared a glance behind her before turning the corner.
She was going to be visiting the greenhouse a lot more often.
(this was originally a garden but idk if HP has a garden so i just took the greenhouse from the wiki, fuck if i know if greenhouses have butterflies lets just say this one does)
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words-in-air · 5 years ago
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00:00
Mikan sets her phone down on the nightstand and rubs her eyes, keeping them closed as she stretches. It's been a long day. Mikan looks next to her, where her boyfriend grunts peacefully. In his sleep, Natsume looks like an angel, the juxtaposition within him of elegance and something raw and ethereal.
As if he can sense her eyes on him, Natsume's eyes flutter open. When he sees Mikan very much not asleep, he props himself up sleepily on one elbow, his eyes asking a question.
Mikan obliges. The kiss is salty. "I'm nervous," she admits.
"I wish you would have let me done it."
"It wouldn't have worked, if it was you. Hotaru and I have a special connection that can't be explained, just like Alices can't be explained."
"Still, I'm the one who owes Imai," Natsume says quietly. "I owe her my life."
"No," Mikan smiles. "I owe her my life. I get to go to bed and wake up in the morning to this bad breath. Go to sleep already."
"Only if you spoon me, Polka," Natsume smirks.
"Big baby." Mikan tugs the bedroom lamp, plunging the room into darkness. She wraps her skinny arms around Natsume’s hot skin. I love you, she mouths against his back.
“”MmLove you too,” Natsume mumbles. He’s already dreaming. As usual, Mikan is in his dreams. They are sweet.
06:00
When Mikan and Natsume arrive at the Alice Academy Hospital Wing, Narumi and Yuu are there to greet them. “Narumi-sensei!” Mikan cries, running into his arms.
“Mikan!” Narumi crows, hugging her tightly to his chest. He catches Natsume’s eyes playfully. Natsume glares and ignores him: “Hey, Yuu.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like shite.”
“Language.”
The two men share a laugh. “You know what I remember?” Yuu says, almost wistfully. “That time my Alice was stolen, and how Hotaru got shot, and how you and Mikan and Ruka and Tsubasa-senpai tried to find the antidote. You were all trying to out hero each other even then. I hope that you know you don’t have to do anything. Hotaru wouldn’t want that.”
“You know Mikan. It isn’t about debt or trying to be heroic,” Natsume replies. “It’s about love and necessity. That Hotaru is Mikan’s soulmate I’ve already known for a long time. Because I know she needs to do this, I’m standing back and letting her make her decision. Because I understand. It’s like me and Ruka.”
Yuu is raising his eyebrows.
“What,” Natsume says, a little embarrassed at the passion he put into that little speech.
“Just waiting for you to say no homo.”
“Yes homo, dude. I love Ruka. No need to hide anything.”
“I love how humorous you’ve become after dating Mikan,” Yuu remarks.
Meanwhile, said subject is going over paperwork. “Mikan, are you sure?” Narumi sensei asks. He thinks of Mikan as his own child. He also thinks Mikan has never resembled Yuka more than in this moment, determination emanating ferociously from her expression.
Of course, her response is relaxed and chipper. “Yes, sensei. It’s not that she’s done so much for me. It’s that I don’t know who I am without her. And I don’t want to know who I am without her, either. I’m sick of living a half filled life. I want to live with Hotaru by my side.”
Before Narumi can say anything, Mikan cuts him a look. “Please don’t say anything about her body and soul still being in the hospital. I know. I come here to see her everyday. And I also know that she’s not going to get better by herself at this rate.”
“You don’t know that though,” Narumi finds himself arguing. “This is a gamble. You’re gambling half of your organs away, not to mention a significant portion of your lifespan—“
“Sensei,” Mikan says kindly. “I know it as well as I know Mr. Bear, or Jii-chan, or Natsume — I feel it in my bones — that it will be fine. Me and Hotaru, we will make it work.”
12:00
Natsume is allowed one last hug before Mikan disappears behind the double doors. “I love you,” he whispers gruffly.
“Love you,” Mikan says, remembering the way that his heart beats. “I’ll see you soon, so stop looking at me like that.”
“I always look at you like this,” Natsume says, but he’s averting his gaze. Subaru’s coming his way, and he’ll be damned if he actually cries in front of someone. Why couldn’t Imai be like her brother, he thinks not for the first time.
Subaru and Hotaru were successfully brought back from the time warp a few months ago, after nearly half a decade of studying and experimenting with the full efforts of the Academy, who made the Imais’ return a top priority. Subaru recuperated quickly, the only traces of the time warp now left in his head as memories, because he has the Healing Alice. As for his younger sister, well... once again she was on life support.
Natsume thinks of the way Mikan had looked the first time they visited Hotaru’s room. He coughs. Yuu pats him on the back.
“She said she was coming back,” Natsume reasons.
Yuu finds that watching his friend is too painful. He can only silently nod.
Inside the room, Mikan begins the procedure of removing her clothes. Subaru goes through the clipboard, marking errant notes awkwardly.
“You can speak, Dr. Imai,” Mikan laughs as she puts on the hospital gown.
“I just don’t understand you girls.”
“I don’t understand what you’re about to do to my body, but as long as Hotaru gains consciousness, consider it a job well done.”
Subaru shakes his head. “Anyhow, thank you for doing this.”
“Thank you,” Mikan says. “For helping me do this.”
18:00
Hotaru is alone, walking on a beautiful garden filled with flowers made of metallic petals. Penguin is here, next to her.
So I’m dead, she thinks bluntly. Then: why is death so boring?
She has been walking this same path, listening to the same electronic hum, for the past few months. At least she thinks it’s a few months. She didn’t know how to keep track of time when she first arrived, but then her instincts clicked into place after a certain amount of time and she built herself a clock.
It’s boring, she thinks again. Penguin heees. “What’s that, Penguin?”
“Hee! Hee!”
“Mikan? What about Mikan? She’s in danger?”
Penguin only hees again, urgently. It must be this place messing with its reception, Hotaru thinks frustratedly. Stupid place. Stupid Penguin. Stupid—
“Hotaru. HOTARU!” She hears, and looks up right as a dark mass drops onto her.
For one split second, Hotaru thinks she’s died again. And then she hears something: “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Hotaru, it’s really you...”
Hotaru knows this voice. She hears it often in her head, in her memories that surface like gifts in her dreams. “Mikan?”
“Hotaru!”
“Mikan...!”
21:00
“This place is so weird,” Mikan says. She sniffles. The first hour she wouldn’t stop crying, and the past two hours she has gone over everything that’s happened in Hotaru’s absence. When it was Hotaru’s time to share she took Mikan for a stroll along the path.
“I know,” Hotaru says.
“It’s very you, though. Look at the robotic flowers. Look at these baby robot bees. Where even are we?”
“I don’t know,” Hotaru said. “I’m still amazed you even found me.”
“It’s the power of our love,” Mikan smiles. “Right, Penguin?” Penguin hees.
Hotaru feels a surge of emotion for her best friend and she combats it by taking out her Baka Gun, Heaven Edition. “Look what I made.”
Mikan shakes her head. “Of course you did. Oh my gosh, Hotaru, look!! There’s a turtle!!”
The two girls watch as it leisurely crosses the path ahead of them.
Hotaru takes this chance to say what’s been on her mind: “Mikan, what if we’re stuck here?”
Mikan doesn’t even miss a beat. “Then at least I’m stuck here with you.”
“Mikan...”
“Hotaru,” her best friend says. “I think the reason you haven’t come back Earthside yet is because.. you don’t want to. And that’s okay, as long as I get to he by your side. When you’re ready we can go back. But we have all the time in the world, so there’s no rush.” Mikan pauses. “Do you think we get to bring Penguin back?”
“No, you idiot,” Hotaru replies. “I think this is a place for wandering souls. Like in a time warp, but not in the sense of time. Like you said, there’s an element of indecision, I agree.”
Mikan peeks over at her best friend.
“What?” Hotaru feels compelled to ask.
“Don’t you think I’ve become, like, smarter? And more intelligent? Subaru said— OW! Hotaru!”
“The Baka Gun Heaven Edition thinks otherwise,” Hotaru says. “My sincere condolences.”
22:30
“Hey, what’s Ruka been up to these days?”
“Why’re we asking? OKAY okay, no need to pull out the cannon. He’s a vet. In France. He’s flying back this week to see us though. By us I mean me and YOU.”
“...”
“Why do you ask—Hotaru! Stop running! Wait up!”
23:15
“Do you think we’ll remember this when we wake up?” Mikan wonders. “It’s so beautiful. I want to remember this.”
“Probably as a dream if we do,” Hotaru says. “We’re actually really close to the real world. Hear that electronic hum? It’s hospital equipment, I think.”
Mikan’s mouth makes an O. “Hotaru, you’re so smart!”
“Damn straight.”
23:45
“It surprises me that Hyuuga hasn’t asked to marry you,” Hotaru remarks. She and Mikan are laying down now, watching the periwinkle sky ripple with color.
Mikan hums. “Even if he did, I wouldn’t say yes.”
Hotaru turns her head to look at her best friend. “What if I never woke up? You never were going to get married?”
“Yep,” Mikan says cheerfully. “It’s okay, Natsume understands.”
“You’re crazy,” Hotaru states simply.
“You’re my most important person! And don’t lie to yourself, Hotaru. You would do the same!” Mikan exclaims.
“No,” Hotaru argues. “I would find a way to wake you up way sooner because I’m a genius.”
Mikan sticks her tongue out and shuffles closer to Hotaru, draping her arms around her best friend. “Was it lonely?”
“No,” Hotaru thinks. “Just boring. I might’ve been lonely if you hadn’t found me sooner, though.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that when I come home, I want to be brought home on an elephant. The time warp once dropped me and Onii-chan in India once, and that’s how they carried royalty.”
“That actually sounds really nice.” Mikan muses.
Penguin hees softly. Mikan snuggles in. Hotaru smiles. She’s content, in this moment.
She’s ready.
“You’re ready?”
Hotaru squeezes her best friend’s hand. “Yeah, let’s go back.”
00:00
“Natsume,” Mochiage urges. “You need to stand up straight. Natsume.”
The entire class of 2B is congregated in the hospital’s waiting wings. Natsume’s face is gray. Mikan’s been under operation for 12 hours now, during which Natsume has refused to eat or drink or move from his spot.
Ruka shakes his head. “Leave him be. It’s been a long day.” Mochu sighs, throwing his hands up.
In another corner, Sumire is pacing, biting her nails. Koko pulls her hand from her mouth, encircling it within his own hands.
“I’m not nervous, because there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Sumire declares sharply, looking at her husband.
Koko only smiles. “I know, Mire. I know.”
“They’ll come back. Where’s Anna and Nonoko? Anna! Nonoko!” Sumire pulls her hand from Koko’s grasp and marches purposefully across the room. “I swear I told them to...”
Koko sighs. He doesn’t need to be a mindreader right now to know what everyone’s thinking. He wishes he had an Alice limiting bracelet, because at a hospital especialy, everyone’s thoughts are so damn loud. His hearing is amplified to an exponential amount.
Hey, Hotaru, Koko suddenly hears.
What? Koko thinks, alert. That was definitely Mikan’s dumb voice.
What, you idiot.
This voice is so familiar and heartbreaking to Koko that he falls to his knees. He’s spent the past few years trying to remember and memorize this voice, as proof that she had existed. Hotaru Imai had existed, because she had a voice in his mind.
“Koko?” Yuu rushes over. “Koko, what’s wrong?”
Natsume knows. Natsume knows, and his head whips up and focuses on Koko with a burning intensity.
Do you remember? Mikan now, her voice clear, a little weak.
Yeah. Hotaru responds, quiet. Yeah.
So it wasn’t a dream. Then, I’m glad.
Koko nods at Natsume, who is up on his feet in less than one second just as Dr. Imai appears through the doors. He’s sweaty, exhausted. His bangs are sticking to his head. Natsume thinks he’s never seen anything more angelic when he speaks.
“The operation was a success.”
Subaru finally cracks a smile.
“You can go see Hotaru and Sakura now.”
。o° ✧༺ ✿ ༻∞ ❀ ∞༺ ✿ ༻✧ °o。
It’s been a week since the two girls’ release, and every single day Mikan has fallen asleep next to her best friend. Natsume, grumbling, has been relocated to Ruka’s place in Tokyo. Today, though, Hotaru is moving out. Mikan sits as Hotaru goes through her suitcase one last time.
“Do you have to move out,” Mikan says, for the umpteenth time.
“Hyuuga—“
“Don’t lie and make this about Natsume.” Mikan is petulant. “We spent so many years apart, the least we could do is—“
“No,” Hotaru breaks in. “You are a slob, you never clean up after yourself, there are crumbs in the bed. Plus, you drool, and you move around in your sleep. And you sleeptalk. Only Hyuuga deserves to put up with this. Not someone like me.”
Mikan pouts. “Where are you going to stay?” Upon seeing Hotaru’s face, horror dawns upon her. “Hotaru, no.”
“Nogi was kind enough to offer, who am I to refuse his hospitality?”
“Is Ruka not going back to France?” Mikan is shocked. “He’s just leaving his entire house to you?”
Hotaru looks into her luggage. “Well, it appears that he’s staying in Japan for the time being. To open a Japanese branch for his clinic.”
Mikan is scandalized. “So you’re willing to be roommates with him, but not with me? Hotaru!”
“He’s not going to bother or distract me. I have a multi billion dollar corporation to launch. I have all these years to catch up on. Stop pouting, you look ugly.”
“Hmph!” Mikan snorts. She takes a different angle. “At least let me visit.”
“Twice a month.”
“Hotaru! Twice a day.”
“Twice a week.”
“Seven times a week.”
“Seven times a week for half an hour each.”
“One hour. I’ll be quiet. I can be quiet, you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” Hotaru smirks. “Fine. You have yourself a deal.” She closes the suitcase and secures the clasp, pulling it as she drags it out of the room. Mikan follows, a little woefully.
“How are you getting there, at least?”
“Oh,” Hotaru smiles. “I called in a few favors.”
Outside the house, a familiar blonde Frenchman sits atop a big, grey elephant. The two of them are happy, playing around, unawares of the gaping brunette and the pair of unimpressed violet eyes.
“It’s just as sickening as I remember,” Hotaru mutters.
“You’re insane, Hotaru!” Mikan whispers.
When Ruka notices them, he blushes. “Hi, Mikan! Hi, Imai! Are you ready to go?”
“You heard the man.” Hotaru turns to her best friend. “Wanna ride with me?”
“HOTARU! I love you!” Mikan leaps and crashes into her best friend. “You know the answer’s forever yes.”
Yes, it was forever Mikan and Hotaru, and Hotaru and Mikan. They had found ways to be together no matter how big the obstacles that faced them were. The future was going to be no different — there was undoubtedly going to be a great amount of uncertainties, but Hotaru and Mikan would find a way to be together through it all. Because it was Mikan and Hotaru and Hotaru and Mikan. They belonged to each other.
For @crimsoncitrus who requested a Hotaru and Mikan fic! This got so much longer than anticipated, sorry (*´ω`*) hope you enjoy!!
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Hitting the beach
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Whew! Beach time! Wahoo!
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Again, I’m surprised that we’re hitting the beach this early in the morning...
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Well, better sooner than never.
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Hmph...I guess it’s alright to relax on a beach every once in a while...
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Is that not what people usually come to a beach for?
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Yeah, but I mostly come here to train people in swimming. It’s been a few years now though...
Yahoo! The beach!
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Huh?
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Ibuki is ready to hit the waves! Oh, hey guys! What’s up!
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...
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I already know what you’re thinking...
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Oh come on, let me have at least a little fun...!
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Fine...but don’t do anything too criminal, ok?
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I would dream of it. Well, maybe I would, but I wouldn’t dream of doing it in real life.
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Especially since I know you can bend me in half if I try anything against Mrs Pekoyama...Sorry, I mean Mrs Kuzuryu.
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Heheh...
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That being said...that’s an interesting design you’ve got there, Ms Ibuki Mioda...
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Yeah, you look great! In fact, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you in a swimsuit!
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Yeah, back on Jabberwock Island, you and Mikan wore your swimsuits under your clothes...
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Uh...Hey, Gundham?
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What is it?
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Not to sound too weird or nothing, but have you got any idea what Miss Sonia is wearing?
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No, I have no clue...
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But...I am excited to see...
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Tch...you and me both pal...
Um...
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Hm?
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Is that umbrella taken?
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Ooh...I didn’t expect this...
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Yeah me neither...
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Were you expecting me to wear a bikini?
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Well, I know you have one...but this is fine...
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I bet that pig Mikan is gonna wear something really stupidly skimpy...
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Oh, hey Hiyoko. Did you trick Mikan into wearing a skimpy swimsuit?
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No, but I tried to trick Akane into going nude...
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Akane doesn’t need to be tricked into doing that, she’ll do it if you ask her...
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That’s a little too much, even for me...
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Mahiru will definitely stop her from doing that though...
Did someone mention my name?
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Oh, hey, Mah...Mah...hi...ru...
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Don’t mind me...Please...?
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Woah...! Big sis you’re...
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You’re B-E-A-Utiful!
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Yeah, your skin is flawless. Did you already put on sunblock?
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N-No...not yet at least...
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Man...talk about a feast for the eyes...!
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This is the chick who’s digging on you Hajime? Damn, you’re so lucky...!
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Yeah, I...
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I mean, what!? Th-That’s not it!
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But yikes...Nekomaru that swimsuit is...uh...
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I expected that reaction. Apologies, but this type of swimwear reduces water resistance, making me able to swim faster.
U-U-Um...I’m late...s-sorry...
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Hm? that sounds like...
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I-It took a while to get r-ready...but I brought sunscreen and...and...
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Oh, so it’s a school swimsuit, is it?
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Aw...I thought it’d be something more revealing...
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...
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What’s with you Ibuki? You’re staring pretty hard...
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Wh-What...? No I’m not...
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But you’re looking smoking Mikan...Good for you!
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Huh...?
Oh? Everyone is here already?
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Ah! Th-That’s...!?
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M-Miss Sonia!?
*Gundham and Kazuichi quickly look in the direction of the voice.
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Good day everyone. It’s such a nice day for swimming...
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The wetsuit again!?
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Huh?
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Tch...I had assumed that you had decided on a more regular outfit...
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You mean a bikini? Sorry, did I disappoint you two...?
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N-No...not really...
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Yeah, I said it before, a wetsuit is fine.
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It’s more than fine. It certainly makes me very happy.
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Have some standards man...!
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Well...looks like we’re all here...Well, most of us anyway...The others should be arriving later...
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So...let’s hit the waves!
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Yahoo!
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A-Ah! Wait up!
H-Hey? Hajime?
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Yeah?
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Would you mind showing me what it’s like under the ocean waves? I’ve never seen it before, and I want to...
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Sure. I can do that...
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You look good by the way.
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Thank you.
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Nagito: Hey! Guys! Don’t forget about me!
Ibuki: Oh hey! Nagito! Don’t just stand there, come and join!
Nagito: If you insist!
Teruteru: As per usual, I got the sunblock at the ready for whatever guy or girl needs it! Where should I put it...?
Mikan: M-Make sure it doesn’t get in the sand Teruteru!
Teruteru: Don’t worry, I got it!
Mahiru: You’re not coming in Hiyoko?
Hiyoko: Nah, I think I’ll just tan over here. Maybe later.
Gundham: Gah! Kazuichi you cretin! You’ll pay for that!
Kazuichi: You’ll have to catch me first! Ahaha-HAH! Cold!
Sonia: Gotcha!
Kazuichi: Damn, you got me Ms Sonia...But I’ll get you back!
Sonia: Ah! No! Hahaha!
Kazuichi: Man, this is great! No one can resist splashing girls at the beach! I’m gonna do it some more!
Ibuki: Not on my watch! Ibuki Mioda challenges you to a battle! Doodle-oo doodle-oo doodle-oo doodle-oo!
Fuyuhiko: Hey, guys! Look what I got!
Ibuki: Sweet! Water pistols! Ok, it’s on now!
Kazuichi: Yeah! Let’s do teams, guys vs girls!
Ibuki: Come on Mikan, you gotta be on my team!
Mikan: H-Huh!? Um...o-o-ok!
Gundham: Teruteru! Join us comrade!
Teruteru: be there in a jiff!
Nekomaru: You’re a rather fast swimmer Peko! What say we compete!?
Peko: I have to reason to refuse that offer...
Fuyuhiko: Just...can you guys take it easy?
Nagito: I’m gonna go a little bit further out. Anyone wanna join?
Hajime: We will! Chiaki wanted to see the reefs!
Chiaki: Yeah, let’s go...!
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Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya Chapter 5: The Masks We Wear
“You are, without a doubt, the most arrogant asshole I’ve ever met!” Nami screamed, her voice echoing down the steel hallway. Most of the crew had taken cover in any room they could find—things had been tense ever since the sunburn incident over a week ago, everyone walking on eggshells waiting for Law’s inevitable revenge. They all knew it wouldn’t be right away; the man liked to take his time, meticulously planning while his victim was lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he had forgiven and forgotten. There was already a large betting pool on what would happen and when, with theories ranging from her waking up to a room full of organs to being forced to wear a skimpy nurse uniform.
Most were silently praying for the latter.
Across from her, Law glared, arms crossed and knuckles white as a small vein popped in his neck out of frustration. They’d been arguing for nearly ten minutes, and for a man who was used to having his orders followed immediately and enthusiastically, it was quickly growing wearisome. “And you’re the most infuriating little witch I’ve ever encountered. I’m not even asking much; it’s completely within your skillset.”
“Like hell it is! You’d have more luck convincing me to wear your crew’s stupid jumpsuits!”
“And deprive my men of seeing you prance around in practically nothing? Morale would tank.”
She crossed her arms, scowling. “Then we agree; I’m not doing it.”
“Our agreement was that you work for me; that means you listen to my orders and carry them out, no arguments.”
“I absolutely never agreed to the ‘no arguments’ part.”
“All I’m asking is for you to pull your weight by using your skills as the Cat Thief to assist me in a little infiltration job. Or do you not know how to act like a lady?” he taunted.
She bristled at the insult but refused to take the bait. “I already pull my weight; I help Bepo with his maps, guide you through storms, and do my share of chores.”
“I’ll concede to the first two, but I know you’ve been conning the men into doing your cleaning.”
She didn’t even try to stop the pleased smirk from curving her lips. “I can’t help it if they feel like being gentlemen by taking on some extra mopping so I can dedicate my time to more important matters.”
“And you thank them by stealing their wallets.”
“It’s no secret I’m a thief; they should know better than to let their guards down around me. Consider it training; you said I shouldn’t let my skills degrade, and a pretty face like mine could be their downfall if they don’t smarten up.”
“That’s the only reason I haven’t removed your hands for it, Nami-ya,” Law replied sourly. “That being said, I’m ordering you to stop stealing from them. It’s not nice to take advantage of your crew.”
Infuriated, she jabbed him in the chest. “They’re not my crew! We’re in a temporary alliance, and I’m fine working with them, but I’m a Straw Hat! Get that through your pigheaded-skull!”
A hand shot forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close to Law’s tall, imposing form. “For all intents and purposes, until the year is up, you’re a Heart Pirate. I said when you first arrived, I intend on making the most of having you on my crew, and I meant it.” Arguing was getting him nowhere, so he quickly changed tactics. A shiver ran up Nami’s spine as he leaned close, hot breath ghosting over her sensitive ear and neck. “You’re stealthy, clever, beautiful, and one of the best burglars on the Grand Line. I can’t imagine a better partner. With our combined skillsets, a job like this should be both easy and extremely profitable. I just need your help searching the place for some classified documents once the party’s in full swing.”
A hint of pink dusted her cheeks at his flattery. “Documents?”
“Inside the main study is a safe full of Marine codes, reports on the various atrocities they’ve caused in the name of ‘justice,’ names of soldiers infiltrating pirate crews—all things that go for millions of belli on the black market. Besides that, our target is known for having expensive tastes. Bejeweled trinkets, high-end art, gold statuettes; the man’s loaded.”
Nami couldn’t help it; belli signs flashed in her eyes at the thought of getting her hands on that treasure. Law’d said he had a big job planned, and clearly, he wasn’t kidding.
It was clear that he had her attention, so the Dark Doctor pressed on, voice dropping an octave to seductively murmur, “And that’s just the study. Imagine all the rich pockets you could pick at the party. Far more profitable than my crew, and anything you manage to steal on your own is completely yours; I won’t even demand a cut.” Brushing his free hand across the sleeve of her borrowed shirt, he added, “I was even generous enough to buy you a new dress for the occasion, since you’ll need to look the part of a rich doctor’s lover.”
As much as she hated it, she was wavering. When he’d first proposed—or more specifically, ordered—she escort him to a party as his date, she’d refused on principle. But damn, after only a month, he was starting to figure out her weaknesses, and right now, money was a big one. She had very little to her name on the ship; most of her clothes were borrowed from Ikkaku, and while they’ve made port a couple times, she hadn’t been able to get much beyond the essentials. So the idea of having fresh, wealthy victims and an outfit of her own that she didn’t even have to pay for was tempting indeed.
Too bad she knew pirates like him didn’t do anything for free.
Ignoring the overwhelming heat of his proximity and her natural greed, hazelnut eyes met his hooded gaze suspiciously. “What’s your real game here, Law?”
To his credit, his lazy grin didn’t falter. “Maybe I just think it’ll be amusing to watch you force yourself to shower me with love and adoration all night.”
Nami didn’t buy it for a second. Beneath the sharp scent of soap and antiseptic, she could smell a con. “And who, exactly, owns the house we’ll be infiltrating?”
The confident expression finally slid off his face. “Baron Harpin Gerald, former Head of Intelligence for the Navy.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“He’s over 70 years old—far past his prime.”
“Whitebeard was 72 and still considered the Strongest Man in the World! Garp’s even older and he can throw cannonballs like baseballs! And do you really think a couple of pirates won’t be recognized at a former Marine bigwig’s gala? Especially one of the fucking Supernova?!” she shouted, trying to pull away for the certified madman who’d managed to rope her into service.
Not budging or releasing his hold on the slippery thief, he stated, “Lucky that it’s a masquerade ball, then. A good mask, some temporary hair dye, and no one will suspect a thing. Besides, no pirate would be brazen enough to walk right into the lion’s den.”
“You mean stupid enough.”
“And here I thought you’d enjoy making a little extra cash.”
“I like staying out of jail more. Besides, I’ve seen what your powers can do; you don’t even need to attend the party!”
Gold eyes narrowed in annoyance, though she got the sense it wasn’t fully at her. “On that scale, everyone with eyes will notice a mysterious blue bubble springing up out of nowhere, and someone is sure to raise the alarm,” he countered. “The other problem is that the safe is made out of Seastone—that means my powers are useless, and even touching the damn thing weakens me. So, I need a more traditional thief by my side as back-up.”
Realization hit her like Luffy’s Gum-Gum Bazooka. “You’ve tried to rob him before, haven’t you?”
“Once, about six months ago. Far from a success, though at least the injuries were minimal and he never found out who got past his defenses.”
She frowned. Now it definitely made sense why he wanted to infiltrate the masquerade, but she was still skeptical. “How do you even plan to get us in? If this party’s as fancy as you say, there’ll be a guest list, invitations, at the very list some kind of ID check at the entrance to keep the riffraff out.”
Law reached into his jean pocket, drawing out a shiny, embossed invitation. “Then it’s a good thing Dr. Goodheart Adrian M.D. and his plus-one have already RSVP’d.”
“You really think they’ll fall for a fake invitation?”
“I sent Uni ahead to switch out the guest list with an updated version. Bribed a servant to let him take his place. He sent me a message this morning that he was successful, so we’re in.”
“Like anyone would believe you’re a real doctor.”
“I am a real doctor—I wouldn’t have been able to save Mugiwara’s life if I weren’t,” he said pointedly.
Nami winced. There was that painful reminder of exactly how much she owed this man and that, whether she liked it or not, she was obligated to follow his orders for the sake of their deal. The whole plan sounded absolutely insane, but it was still a plan—far more than she was used to on her own crew.
And she really needed the money. Not just for shopping; being so poor again brought back too many painful memories of her childhood, of being poor and watching Bellemere eat nothing but mikans so her kids would have enough to eat. Of putting aside the majority of her haul after every job, counting down the days until she’d have enough to buy back her village. Of watching those shady Marines destroy the mikan grove, hauling away her stash so Arlong could keep her forever. Treasure was more than just shiny coins and cute outfits to her—it was a safety net, something she clung to as tightly as a child might a security blanket.
Money could keep monsters at bay, and now that she was stuck on a ship with the Surgeon of Death, that fact was more prominent than ever.
So as much as she wanted to refuse and wipe that smug glint from his eye, she knew he had her backed into a corner, where the most she could do was give in gracefully.
At long last, she sighed, “My dress better have pockets.”
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Though she generally preferred casual clothes, Nami appreciated expensive things, and the gown Law had gotten her definitely screamed “money.” The gold satin overdress, embossed with darker gold leopard spots, draped over her curves magnificently, cinching tightly at the waist with a black and gold belt; the bottom had an under layer of stiff interfacing, allowing it to flare out like a ballgown without the need for tulle or petticoats while concealing a daring slit where she could slip her ill-gotten goods into the many hidden interior pockets or expose the pale flesh of her leg as a distraction. The plunging neckline was nearly to her sternum, and the long, billowing sleeves hid her signature tattoo. It was more like an extremely fancy robe in its design, and underneath was a skintight, black, spaghetti-strap bodysuit much better for sneaking around in, her Clima-Tact strapped to her thigh. A string of pearls and matching earrings completed the look—it wasn’t quite as fancy as what she was sure other women would be wearing, but it was what she had, and it was less conspicuous than going unadorned. If she were lucky, maybe she’d have the opportunity to swipe something better off a drunk heiress.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” the Cat Thief grumbled as she carefully applied eyeliner. A long, dark purple wig covered her orange hair, the loose, elegant curls pinned away from her face with a few barrettes inlaid with pearls, letting the rest cascade down her back like a midnight waterfall. Ikkaku had given her permission to use as much of her makeup as needed, and with a bit of contouring and highlighter, Nami could hardly recognize herself.
“I can,” the engineer chimed from her bed where she’d been studying the mansion’s blueprints. She and the rest of the crew were tasked with causing a number of diversions throughout the island that would draw away the guards and authorities, giving the pair inside the perfect opportunity to sneak away to the study. “He made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous.”
“What, you want to be Law’s girlfriend for the night? Because I’m willing to trade.”
“Hell no—last time we tried that cover, I couldn’t keep a straight face. Nearly tanked the whole plan. But it’s cute how far he’s willing to go to get you on his side. It’s even funnier that you pretend you don’t like it.”
Nami snorted, brushing on some mascara, pleased with how sultry the fanned-out lashes made her almond eyes. “I don’t like it. He’s a creep, and Luffy’s rival, and I’m still waiting for the day I wake up on his operating table, heart and liver and kidneys on display and ready for sale. Or for him to sell me wholesale to the highest bidder.”
Shaking her head, Ikkaku replied matter-of-factly, “He wouldn’t do that to you unless you really tried to fuck us over. Like, there was one guy who joined up not long after me who tried to sell Bepo to some slavers—Minks go for a lot at auctions. Captain’s not usually one for cold-blooded torture, but he made that bastard suffer. Last we saw him, the guy was in pieces being shipped off to separate corners of the four Blues.”
She shuddered at the image, though she couldn’t bring herself to fault his reaction. The more she got to know Bepo, the more she wanted to protect him, too, and from what she’d gathered, the bear was one of Law’s oldest and closest friends. “Now that I believe, but are you seriously not afraid of him? You’ve seen what he can do, and while he’s not as bad as I thought, you can’t tell me all of his reputation’s government propaganda.”
“Why would I be? Even if he was as ruthless as the papers say, Captain Law takes care of his crew. Plus, I’m indispensable around here, and I grew up with four older brothers, so I know a thing or two about how many buttons I can push before I’m in any real trouble.” She smirked, as if she’d just discovered a big secret. “You’re not scared because you think he’ll actually slice you up—otherwise, you wouldn’t backtalk him so much. What you’re really afraid of is the fact that you’re not at the top of the food chain anymore.”
It gutted her that her friend wasn’t wrong. Though Luffy was captain, from the get-go Nami had basically been the one who ran the ship, bending the others to her will with either her feminine wiles or her fists. And while she certainly had most of the Heart Pirates wrapped around her finger, she didn’t like that Law had real power and authority over her while her usual threats and tactics had minimal effect on the cool captain. “It’s far from the only reason, but yeah, it doesn’t help. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve all been super nice and accommodating—but I’m not exactly a trusting person. And Law’s way more…I guess intimidating is the best word to use, than Luffy ever was. So I’m not going to be joining the guy’s fan club anytime soon.”
“Fair, but just give Captain a chance, yeah? He might surprise you.”
Before she could argue that she wanted absolutely no surprises from the Surgeon of Death, there was a knock at the door, the raps against the metal quick and precise.
“Seems someone’s here to pick you up for your date,” Ikkaku sing-songed.
Hazel eyes glared at her bunkmate as she got up to answer the door. “It’s not a date, and if you call it that again, you’re gonna find out why exactly why I’m Head Bitch in Charge on the Sunny.”
Steeling herself, Nami smoothed down the stiff fabric of her gown, determined to treat this night with the same level of professionalism Law used in the infirmary. A few hours of acting, looking pretty, and sneaking around, and then she could plan her next shopping spree. And despite his arrogance and innuendos, she was sure Law would take this just as seriously—after all, it was his plan, and the payout affected the whole crew. He knew what he was doing, and with the amount of thought and care he put into crafting this elaborate scheme, there was no way he’d risk it by pushing her buttons. Perhaps the night wouldn’t be a total disaster.
Those reassuring thoughts flew out the window into the ocean depths to probably be eaten by a sea king the moment she opened the door.
“Please tell me that’s not your disguise.”
Looking down at himself, the Dark Doctor’s brow furrowed. “I see nothing wrong with it.” Admittedly, he looked good; midnight blue hair, including his goatee and sideburns, was dyed black, and he’d put in grey contacts to cover the distinctive gold. His suit was sleek black satin, the knee-length, high-collared coat cutting a rather dashing figure. The vest was black and gold brocade, shiny gold buttons and matching watch chain adding a little extra flare. In his hand was a polished mahogany cane with a silver handle shaped like a bird’s skull, and Nami wondered if it was secretly a sword like Brook’s.
Yes, she could admit Law looked very handsome, but it was a shit disguise. For god’s sake, he was still wearing his hat!
“You think some colored contacts and dying your hair is enough to fool people?” she said, exasperated. “You’re a Supernova; your wanted poster’s one of the most recognizable this side of the Grand Line. You didn’t even bother to cover up your tattoos!” she shrieked, pointing at his hands.
He seemed genuinely surprised at her criticism. “You think I should wear gloves, then?”
Nami could have screamed. She’d expect that kind of answer from Zoro or Luffy, not a man who prided himself on his intelligence. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him into the room, pushing him down into the chair by the mirror and snatching off his hat, tossing it onto her pillow. His lanky figure looked almost comical in the too-small seat, long legs sticking out awkwardly. “Stay there. You’re going to wear gloves, but if you need to take them off for some reason, we want those things covered.” Squeezing out some foundation into her palm, she mixed it with some bronzer until the shade matched his skin tone. “Hold out your hands.”
“I don’t care for being ordered around, Nami-ya,” he growled in warning. “Keep it up, and you’ll regret it.”
“Well, I don’t like the idea of getting caught and thrown in jail because you didn’t think the Marines would be suspicious of a guy with DEATH tattooed on his fingers.”
Though he didn’t look happy, he conceded her point, hands steady and still as she applied the makeshift concealer. Definitely the hands of a surgeon, she thought, admiring his natural control. It was comparable to her own when she picked a lock or drew a map; not so much as a tremor, even when under intense scrutiny. Pleased that the black ink was sufficiently covered, she quickly spritzed on some setting spray and finishing powder, hoping the foundation wouldn’t rub off inside the gloves.
Inspecting his face, she then tilted the captain’s chin up, dabbing some concealer under his eyes.
“The fuck are you doing, woman?” he snapped, jerking his head back as if she’d slapped him.
“Covering up those massive bags under your eyes.”
“The hands were one thing, but I’m not letting you put makeup on my face. Besides, I like the world knowing that I’m tired of its shit and ready to kill at any moment.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s totally the mindset of a respectable, non-pirate doctor,” she sassed, jutting out her hip in annoyance. “It’s not like I’m turning you into a drag queen; just covering up some of your more recognizable flaws.”
His brow twitched at the insult. “I’ll be wearing a mask, so why does it matter?”
“You can still see under your eyes, and they might make you take off the mask at check-in. Are you really willing to risk your ‘perfect’ plan because your fragile male ego can’t handle a little cover-up?”
“Oh, just listen to her, Captain,” Ikkaku chimed from her bunk, the Cheshire cat grin on her face declaring to them both that she was mostly getting involved for her own amusement. “Nami’s the infiltration expert here, and you’re the one who insisted she come with you. Just suck it up.”
“You’re fired,” he snapped, pointing at her sternly as he once more dodged Nami’s attempt to dab him with the sponge.
“You’ve fired me six times since I joined, and I’ll tell you the same thing I always do—get rid of me, and Shachi’s the most qualified person to touch up your tattoos. You want that?”
Law shuddered. “Fine, you’re not fired, but you’re on kitchen duty for a month.”
“Eh, fair enough. Now be a good boy and let Nami tart you up.”
His glare could have melted steel, but he stopped resisting as the navigator carefully covered up the proof of his insomnia. Nami had to admit, she was impressed; Ikkaku hadn’t been kidding when she said she had no fear of the Surgeon of Death. It was also nice to see someone else backtalk him, as most of the time the Heart Pirates seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. It made her feel less like the enemy.
As the dark circles disappeared, she had to admit, she kind of missed them. Even though they could make her tired just by looking at them, they were distinctive and a major part of his normal appearance, and he just looked so different without them. Younger, maybe, and less mysterious.
Normal. Boring. Just…not Law.
Sensing her scrutiny, he raised a dark eyebrow. “Something on my face, Nami-ya? I mean, besides the makeup.”
Suppressing a blush at having been caught, she replied, “Just trying to figure out if you need any highlighter or lipstick. I’ve got a lovely flamingo pink—”
“Try it and Mugiwara-ya will have to find a new navigator,” he snarled, the hard look in his eye and the openness of the threat sending a shiver down the spines of both women.
Not willing to risk her life just to embarrass a man, Nami backed away, hands raised in surrender. Relieved that he wouldn’t be subjected to any more of her powders or creams, Law inspected himself in the mirror, lips twisted in a grimace as he studied the difference it made to his face. Nami couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed at the indignity of it all or the fact that she’d clearly been right, but grey eyes flicked to his messy black hair.
“I guess the hat did clash with my outfit, huh?”
“To say the least.”
Without a word, he grabbed her hairbrush and began combing it back into something a bit neater and more respectable, even as Nami groused, “Don’t use my things without asking.”
“Fine. May I use your brush?” he asked, not even glancing at her as he kept brushing.
“No, you may not,” she snapped petulantly.
“Oh, dear. Whatever shall I do, then?” he chuckled, tossing it back on the vanity, smirking at her grinding teeth. His mood was infinitely improved now that he was back in control, and while Nami appreciated not having to worry about being dismembered, a minute part of her wished he’d go back to sulking. “Best get that anger out now, Nami-ya. Once we’re on the island, it’s all smiles.”
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Getting out of the chair, he smirked down at her, pleased to once more have the height advantage so he could both figuratively and literally look down on the Straw Hat thief. “No, I’m enjoying this. What I’ll love is watching you try to keep that cute little temper of yours in check while we’re in public.”
“Asshole.”
“Only for you, sweetheart.”
A small vein throbbed on her temple. “Call me sweetheart again and there won’t be enough makeup on the Grand Line to cover up the bruises I’ll give you.”
“What an abusive girlfriend I have. I hope you at least kiss them better.”
“You wish. And if you’re going to be this much of an absolute prick all night, I’m charging you ten million belli per hour.”
“You want me to pay you to be my date? I wasn’t aware prostitution was part of your repertoire.”
“Congratulations; it’s now fifteen million.”
Ikkaku eagerly watched their back-and-forth like a particularly intense tennis match, grinning the whole time.
She didn’t feel particularly sorry for her captain or her roommate; both knew what they were getting into, provoking the other like that. No, she pitied the poor party guests, who had no idea what kind of unholy terror they were about to face.
Ah, to be a fly on the wall.
XXX
Tokken Island was one of the lushest and most beautiful little islands on the Grand Line, but the majority of the land was owned by Baron Harpin, forcing the port town to desperately cling to a jagged shard of the coastline while his enormous mansion and manicured grounds dominated the rest. Luckily, there were plenty of rocky outcrops and sea caves ideal for hiding the Polar Tang, and after teleporting his crew into position, the well-dressed pair made their way through the town.
“And why couldn’t you have Shambled us there or whatever it is?” Nami groused as she nearly stumbled for the third time. She was an expert at maneuvering in high heels, but that didn’t mean she was immune to the inherent dangers of cobblestone streets, especially ones so torn up.
Law chuckled as she finally accepted his proffered arm for support. The stubborn woman had refused to endure and physical contact with him until absolutely necessary, but it seemed the threat of a broken ankle before they could even get to the mansion had finally won her over. “My abilities take a lot of energy, and I’d rather save it in case we need to make a quick escape. Besides, I don’t want people getting suspicious if we pop up out of nowhere.”
She grumbled under her breath that he was probably doing it just to annoy her, even if, logically, he had a point. Wrapping her arm around his bicep for balance, she was finally able to turn her attention from the uneven road to the state of the town itself. Only about half the lanterns were lit, and what illumination they did give didn’t paint a very pretty picture.
The houses were run-down, roofs thatched haphazardly and some windowpanes packed with paper or rags instead of glass. The shops weren’t much better off, the display windows showing off rough-looking fishing supplies, underripe fruit, and cheap clothing. Only a few people were out, most looking worn-out or underfed, and those that didn’t stare at the pair of well-dressed pirates with envy watched them with hunger.
“If the Baron’s so wealthy, why’s the town in such a sorry state?” she wondered aloud. “I mean, just setting up this gala should have brought plenty of business to the port. Docking fees, restocking supplies, even sailors picking up cheap souvenirs—”
“There’s a private dock on the mansions’ grounds that he uses for deliveries and the like,” Law answered, barely sparing a glance at a skinny woman hoarsely calling out to passersbys, a basket of small trinkets thrust out towards them. “None of his business comes to the town—plus, he owns most of the farmland, so any crops are considered his property. All that’s really left is fishing, and the guy’s notorious for hating seafood, meaning these folks are shit out of luck.”
Biting her lip, Nami looked towards the woman again, freezing as a small child, yellow hair tied in twin pigtails down her shoulders, poked her head out from behind her frayed skirts. The little girl looked marginally less skinny than her mother, and without even thinking, the thief broke away from Law to inspect the woman’s wares. It appeared to be mostly jewelry—nothing particularly fancy but in the warm light of a nearby streetlamp she could tell it had been carefully made with decent materials.
“What are you doing?” Law hissed, looking around to make sure they weren’t drawing too much attention—most of the Baron’s guests wouldn’t lower themselves to pass through the slums like this, but he’d didn’t want to take any chances. That, and he wasn’t entirely sure there weren’t villagers desperate enough to try and mug them. He’d rather avoid a fight this early in the evening, and he didn’t want to get his nice, new suit dirty.
Ignoring him, she picked up a simple gold chain with a pendant made of four gemstones. They were beautifully polished, the marquise-cut purple tourmaline the color of the sky at sunrise. Their arrangement was reminiscent of Polaris, or perhaps the compass on her maps. “This is lovely,” she commented. “Is it locally made, or imported?”
The woman hastily explained, “My husband was once the Baron’s personal jeweler. He made beautiful pieces, but they were too simple for the Baron’s tastes. He wanted to impress lady callers, and demanded gaudier jewelry without providing the proper materials,” she said sourly. “My husband got sacked, and I’ve been trying to sell these off for a while. The necklace is 6000 belli on its own, or you can make me an offer for the set?” she said hopefully, indicating the matching ring and earrings in the worn basket, their delicate star designs winking in the dim light.
Immediately Nami could tell this woman hadn’t had any luck for a long time. The quality of the gems alone showed she was drastically underpricing the pieces. It was doubtful anyone in town could afford luxuries like jewelry, and if the Baron monopolized all the outside business at his own port, she probably never even saw other potential clientele. She was probably only even trying her luck now out of desperation. After all, you can’t eat gold, and with a small child to care for, any amount of belli would do.
“It would look really pretty on you,” the little girl murmured politely, large, purple eyes watching her in wonderment. Nami was certain she was the closest thing to a princess the child had ever seen, dressed in finery and on her way to an exclusive party at the glorious mansion on the hill. A real-life Cinderella, something out of a fairy tale she’d use to comfort herself on cold, hungry nights.
Nami had certainly been in those shoes, long ago, and she’d never been able to turn her back on a child in need. Her eyes were even the same color as the tourmaline in the basket.
Well, damn, she thought with a rueful smile. Poor kid could use a fairy godmother. Or at least a Cat Thief.
Pulling a black leather wallet out of her cleavage, she said, “I’ll take the set. How does 30,000 belli sound?”
Law’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened in recognition, immediately patting his pockets to confirm his suspicions. Coming up empty, he glared bitterly when the saleswoman replied, “Tha-that’d be perfectly fine!”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Law grumbled as Nami pulled out some bills, handing them over with all the care of a woman who was fine spending money that wasn’t hers.
The thief matched his glare, tossing him the wallet. “What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t lavish his lover with jewelry?” she huffed, giving the child staring at her with blatant adoration a conspiratorial wink.
“What kind of girlfriend pickpockets her lover’s wallet?” he countered, checking the contents to make sure he was only out 30,000 belli. Satisfied that the rest of his cash was safely in place, he glanced at the little girl, his scowl faltering as his eyes fell on the awestruck face of the little girl. Quickly, his gaze darted back up to the woman who wronged him, glaring like a basilisk.
Fluttering her eyelashes, Nami replied, “The kind who knows just how generous her lover is,” she quipped before turning back to the jewelry seller to collect her purchase. For a moment, a pair of gold barrettes inlaid with clear stones—possibly diamonds, again in the marquise cut—caught her eye, but she knew better than to swipe Law’s wallet twice in one night. So, reluctantly, she only took her purchase, patting the little girl on the head in farewell. When the kid bobbed a curtsy in response, Nami couldn’t hold back her giggle, returning the gesture.
That kid’s going to have one hell of a story to tell her friends tomorrow, she thought cheerfully, jogging slightly to catch up with Law, who’d been less than the image of a handsome prince by storming off up the road without her.
Joining her date, she rolled her eyes in exasperation at the dark scowl on his face. Even without his hat, his black bangs cast ominous shadows over his eyes. He was walking even faster now, and she had to work to keep up with his long strides. It was petty, petulant revenge against the woman who had dared to get the better of him. “Are you mad that I took your wallet, or that you didn’t even notice?” she taunted lightly.
Even from the corner of his eye, his hawk-like glare made goosebumps rise across her shoulders. “I’m mad because you wasted our time and my money,” he snapped. “I already bought you your dress, mask, and wig. My ‘generosity,’ as you put it, has its limits.”
“I’ll pay you back,” she ground out, refusing to feel guilty for her actions. That little girl’s smile had been well worth the price of Law’s irritation, but she also knew she had to appease his anger if they were going to pull off their grand scheme. When he scoffed, she added reluctantly, “With interest.”
“Why’d you even bother?” he asked, indicating the jewels in her hand.
Pulling him to a stop under one of the streetlights, Nami switched her original earrings out for the bejeweled ones. “It’s for the cover. I’m supposed to be a rich doctor’s arm-candy, and my boring pearls would have looked way too simple, especially with this dress. With these, I’ll blend in better.”
“You could have just stolen them.”
She frowned at him, genuinely offended. “I steal from pirates and rich idiots who can afford it. Did you see that woman? I’d bet all the treasure on the Sunny that any money she got went to feeding her kid. I’m not going to even haggle with someone in that kind of situation.” A soft, sad smile graced her lips. “My mother did that. Claimed she was on a diet when she really couldn’t afford to feed all three of us.”
There was a moment of silence as she turned away from him, hoping to collect herself before she started bawling at the memory of Bellemere’s sacrifices. Silently, she thanked her adopted mother, willing back the stinging sensation of tears forming behind her eyes. Ruining her makeup before they even arrived at the gala would do them no good. Besides, Law would probably have some kind of smart-ass comment about it.
The refusal to let her temporary captain see her so weak, she brushed away her sadness to focus on her new jewelry. Slipping on the ring, she admired how it gleamed under the warm lamplight. It was a tad too big, fitting most comfortably on her middle finger, but she found the style suited her. She might even wear the set on a night out sometime; maybe to celebrate tonight’s success. Assuming the plan didn’t go to shit, that is.
She jumped when he finally responded, “I hate to say it, but that does look good on you.” When she turned her head, she couldn’t fight the sudden blush that spread across her cheeks. Worryingly, she couldn’t tell if it was due to his sudden, intimate proximity or the small, appreciative smile lifting his lips. Such an expression seemed too gentle for the famed Supernova, and yet she found she rather liked the way it softened and relaxed his features. “You’re surprisingly soft-hearted for a pirate, though.”
“Shut up,” she grumbled, struggling to maneuver the tiny clasp through her thick wig. Suddenly having so much hair was a real pain, and she wondered how she’d ever manage if she grew her own hair out. Short was more practical, after all, and looked cute on her to boot.
“Here, let me help,” his smooth voice whispered in her ear, and she felt her curls carefully gathered to rest over her shoulder. Nimbly, he took the necklace and fastened it securely around her neck. Tingles ran down her spine as the smooth leather of his black gloves brushed her bare skin, and the whole thing felt strangely intimate. Turning her around, Law studied his date. The pendant rested just above the dip of her bountiful cleavage, sparkling invitingly. “I’m pretty sure it’s still too simple for this crowd, but it works better than the pearls.”
Her reply was cut off by the curls she’d pinned up tumbling into her face, only to be swept back into place, secured by his deft fingers. He cupped her chin, appraising his work before nodding. Suspicious, because Trafalgar Law’s approval was never a good thing in her mind, she reached up to touch her hair, russet eyes widening when she felt gemstones instead of pearls. Head snapping back to look at the mother and daughter, her jaw dropped when she saw the little girl holding a wad of bills, beaming even more brilliantly than before while the saleswoman looked close to tears.
Turning to her partner in crime for the night, Law responded with a nonchalant shrug, though she could see his grey eyes soften as they lingered on the child excitedly waving back at them. “The pearl clips didn’t match the rest, and if we’re going to pull this off, we’d best go all-out. Plus, that cash’ll ensure their silence should they be questioned by the authorities later. I’d rather your kindness not get us identified.”
It was all very logical and well-thought-out and total bullshit. Nami had to smile as she once again took his arm, matching his easy gait as they made their way up towards the mansion. “Right. Because I’m the soft-hearted one.”
“You’re paying me back for those, too, by the way,” he quipped, smirking at her annoyed growl.
Before she could argue, he halted; the brilliant lights of the mansion were in sight, and small groups of well-dressed guests were gathering at the ornate front gate. It was time to stop being Cat Thief Nami and the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law, bickering pirates, and become a loving couple. Gently as a forest stream, Nami adjusted her body language, leaning comfortably against her partner, hand clutching his bicep possessively, face switching from a seething scowl to the deliriously happy grin of a woman pathetically enamored with her companion.
For his part, Law seemed to morph into his role just as fluidly, posture straightening into something more refined, his smile relaxed and charming; perfectly playing the part of a man who knew he was smart, good-looking, successful, and could easily use all that to get a woman as beautiful as the one on his arm.
Inside, Nami groused that he had the way easier acting job.
As they made their way up the mansion’s long, winding front path, crushing artfully sprinkled rose petals beneath their feet, Law slipped on a raven mask, the sharp beak curving over his nose and the shiny black feathers fanning out like little spikes over his cheeks and forehead. Nami was grateful she’d covered up his dark circles—the eye holes were definitely wide enough where they would have been distinctly visible.
In contrast, her mask was modeled after a cat, the color and leopard spots mimicking her gown perfectly. It flawlessly concealed the upper half of her face, while the large eyeholes showed off her beautiful eyes and wouldn’t block her sightline too badly.
Approaching the doorman, Law handed over their invitation, smirking when the servant checked it against the guest list before nodding, ushering them both inside. Another servant led them down an extravagantly decorated front hallway. The doctor hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the Baron was an art collector with expensive tastes; masterpieces in gold frames hung along the walls, marble statues and painted porcelain vases were displayed on opulent pedestals, and even the crimson rug beneath their feet was luxuriously soft.
Nami had to briefly bury her head against Law’s shoulder to hide the belli signs that sparkled in her eyes.
Eventually, they reached the ballroom, and as they waited to be announced, Law affectionately brushed his lips across her hair. “Ready for some fun?” he murmured, his tone affectionate but the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips screamed of devilish intentions.
She mirrored his smile and tone, eager to line her pockets and relish in luxury for a while before the real job began. “Absolutely.”
As the ballroom doors opened, the servant next to them announced them to their fellow guests.
“Presenting Dr. Goodheart Adrian and his escort, Ms. Chaton Bellemere!”
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askultimateluckytrash · 5 years ago
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What was your life in Despair like with Izuru? What were your classmates like as Remnants?
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“Ah...my life in Despair. I don’t even know if you could call it that. I don’t remember a lot of it. The days blurred together and everything was the same, over and over. I was unconscious or hurt or drugged up for a lot of it too. I wasn’t really living at all...Just trying to exist, trying to help hope as much as I could. But I do remember certain things, specific instances or places or details. 
When Izuru first brought me there, it was awful. A horrible punishment that I needed for allying myself with false hope, for doubting him at all. He taught me differently. I’ve already told you all how he would beat and punish me. He would test my faith in him by ordering me to do things like sticking my hand in a fire, by pretending to really be on the side of Despair to see if I would believe it, by ordering me to torture and kill people for the sake of hope. He would ask me what my name was and if I said ‘Nagito’ instead of Servant, he would beat me again. 
But, ahaha, I’m rambling. I’ve already told you about all the punishments he gave me. You all seemed quite interested in those. My life there, outside the punishments, was...Aha, I was chained up all the time. At first on the floor in a cell, then chained at the foot of Izuru’s bed, then he put a small mat there and removed the chain. Izuru’s bed always looked so big and comfortable compared to where I slept...I would always dream about sleeping there with him. I didn’t have pajamas or many extra clothes, and I was only allowed to bathe when my smell offended him. He fed me scraps, if he fed me at all. I followed him around every day, doing whatever he commanded of me, which was usually letting myself be beaten for his entertainment. But occasionally I also cleaned, fetched his dinner, or sent for his laundry too. Back then, the sky was always gray, and the air was always cold and quiet. 
Then I got sick. I almost died, I should have died, but Izuru saved me. And after that...things changed. He wouldn’t hurt me anymore, or order me to do a lot of things. Sometimes he would just give me easy tasks to keep me busy. I was given full meals, and allowed to shower and change clothes whenever I wanted. He gave me a cot with blankets in the corner of the room and then...let me sleep in the big bed with him sometimes. He would dance with me, or spend time with me without ordering me around at all. Just the two of us. It wasn’t so bad then. Those are the days I remember most, the most important days. Like the day he cut my hair. That day...was the most important in my life. But those days were the shortest. They didn’t last long at all. 
As for my classmates as Remnants...I didn’t see much of them. I can tell you what all of them did at Despair, what their jobs were. But as for me...Most of them didn’t talk to me at all. I was a disgrace, a disgusting servant. Why would they? They would get in trouble if they did. Some of them-- Akane, Hiyoko, and Nekomaru-- they would beat me and laugh about it, or laugh when Izuru beat me. Mikan would also hurt me. She would hurt me worse than any of them, but then she would sweetly bandage me up and try to comfort me. I didn’t see very much of Sonia, Mahiru, or Byakuya. Or...maybe I saw Byakuya, but he was impersonating someone and I didn’t realize it was him. Some of them just avoided me, like Ibuki. Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko wouldn’t even look at me. Or maybe they couldn’t. I don’t know.
I remember everything about being in Despair, and I remember a lot of what led up to that, especially during Junko’s first killing game. I’m open to talk about any of that stuff.” 
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komahinasecretexchange · 6 years ago
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Title : N/A
Author : @aquila-and-altair
For : @bidoofgodofdestruction
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Prompt : Post-canon
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Izuru, or Hinata as they he decided to call himself, finished his work on Nekomaru’s pod for today. There was only a couple of students that were still in a coma, which meant that soon, hopefully within the week, all of their class would be awake.
Some students took more time to wake up, but Hinata had expected it. Nekomaru was the hardest to manage, as he essentially died twice in the simulator, and had a different body in the end. Mikan needed a more complex and meticulous work, due to her despair taking over her mind in both reality and the simulation.
Fortunately, Hinata was not the only one working to wake up everyone. From the beginning, he had Souda’s help for the pods, to lessen his work. As many talents as he had, he hadn’t found a way to duplicate himself (yet). And now, he had extra help. From someone he cared about in the game, and whose death had saddened him greatly.
It took him a lot of work, but he finally found a way to recreate her code.
Chiaki.
Chiaki, who helped him creating a new future. Who believed in everyone. Who sacrificed herself, by revealing herself as the ‘traitor’ sent by the Future Foundation.
Hinata, after waking up as Izuru, realised that Monokuma couldn’t have completely destroyed an AI, so after checking the other students’ wellbeing, and arranging things with Naegi and the others, he got access to the code for the simulation and managed to find the remains of her code, and got her back.
Now, more and more students were waking up, only a couple left, and their class would be whole again. As many of his classmates reassured him, they all appreciated their time at Hope’s Peak Academy, but it wasn’t the same as the time in the simulation. After all, in Hope’s Peak, they didn’t communicate much with each other, and this how she…
No time to remember that wretched girl, Hinata stopped his train of thoughts.
After all, he had decided to create his future, independent from his past as despair. This was why he decided to live on as Hinata Hajime.
To him, the situation was the best achievable for all of them. When he figured out the way to wake up everyone, he almost couldn’t believe it. When they tested it out on the first patient and saw the face of their classmate they thought to be dead, Sonia cried, Kuzuryuu looked hopeful, Owari jumped everywhere, Souda was somewhat wary, but in the end was too happy to care. Of course, the patient themself was confused. After being given a recap of what happened, it took a while, but they eventually reached a mutual understanding. The others were worried (even if some did not admit so), but Komaeda understood and accepted the situation easier than anticipated.
Komaeda spent some time alone, however he eventually reached out to Hinata. After a few weeks, they shared memories of their time in Hope’s Peak Academy, back when life was simpler, and yet their relationship had been complicated. Komaeda, who thought talentless reserve course students would bring less hope, and Hinata who admired the Ultimates. They had somehow formed a weird friendship, but in was meaningful to both of them.
They eventually had to bring up a touchier subject, which was their time as Ultimate Despair. Komaeda talked about the Warriors of Hope (Hinata had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow at a group influenced by Enoshima called the Warriors of Hope), and how despair allowed him to understand that who he considered to be talentless people could bring hope. At that time, he was making bad decisions, Junko had twisted his already obsessive take on hope to serve her own objectives, which was to bring more despair.
However, with a new perspective influenced by the three main parts of his life – his time as a student of Hope’s Peak Academy, his time as Ultimate Despair, and his time in the Neo World Program – he created for himself a new perspective on his dear hope. Hinata was quite content with his much healthier and sane way of coping.
With a small smile, Hinata went looking for Komaeda, as they had made plans to spend some time together. They still had to label their relationship, as they had kissed multiple times, and admitted to being attracted to each other and liking the other as more than friends, but with the mess that was their lives, they were taking things slowly, to their own pace.
Komaeda was in the library, patiently waiting for Hinata to arrive while reading a book. The islands were not connected in the real world, so they had to take a boat to get to the different islands. While none of them minded much, it could take some time to navigate between the different islands, which was why he had arrived in advance to their meeting? Date?… Once again, Komaeda did not know how to qualify their plans.
Still, he was waiting in the library, reading a book that was missing some pages. It made for a new way to read a book, trying to guess what happened in the missing pages. Each time Komaeda turned the pages, he could see the brand-new hand that had been offered to him by Souda and Hinata, as a token of apology and as the foundation of new relationships between them all.
He was glad to be rid of the rotting hand, that reminded him of the ways Enoshima found all of his weaknesses – his diseases, his only friendship with Hinata that had just disappeared, his loneliness, and his desire to be understood and loved – and used them to manipulate him. And he let her, because he had given up on his life, and his classmates’ hope that had once been shining had disappeared, starting with the double murder of Kuzuryuu and Koizumi’s family and friend.
But now, he had found new hope, and everything looked like it was getting better.
He looked up when he heard footsteps from the entrance of the library. Oh, it seemed he had been reminiscing for too long and had not paid any attention to the ever-flowing time. Hinata stood in the entrance way, smiling fondly at Komaeda. The luckster could not stop himself from blushing at that smile, and those gorgeous red eyes that looked like they were looking at his soul and cradling it up… he had to stop himself there.
“I’m sorry Hinata-kun, I guess I did not pay attention to the time,” Komaeda apologised, as he placed a marker and shut the book.
“Don’t worry, I had expected it anyway. Now, let’s go to that beach house!”
Hinata’s voice was soft, and Komaeda followed him as they went to the beach. The evening sun was beautiful, and formed, if they ever admitted it, a quite romantic place. They sit in the sand and stated looking at the setting sun. When one wasn’t looking, the other tried to look the sun reflected on their figures. After a while they both looked at the same time. They were startled when their eyes connected, but after a few seconds of total silence, they both started laughing at their awkwardness.
“Hey…” “Tell me…”
They both said at the same time. They chuckled again, Komaeda made a ‘go one’ gesture with his hand.
“Komaeda, do you… want to go back to my cottage?”
“Am I boring you already?” Komaeda asked, cheekily.
“No! I… was thinking… if you wanted to, we could… Stop smiling like that.”
“Am not.”
“Of course not. We could spend the night together, if you are okay with that?” Hinata felt uncertain.
“Mmh… Am I okay with that?” Hinata shot him an unimpressed look, and Komaeda grinned. “Of course. But we are going to cuddle, and I want to be the big spoon. You have been hogging that place for a week now, and I want it now.”
“Fine, fine!” Hinata relented, putting his hands in the air with a small smile.
Komaeda stood up, offered his robotic hand to Hinata to help him get up, and then started to run towards the boat.
“Wh- Komaeda! I know your illnesses are not life threatening anymore, but that does not mean you can start exhausting yourself for no reason!”
Hinata had indeed found a way to stop the spreading of both of Komaeda’s illnesses – he of course immediately sent his results to the Future Foundation to help other sick people – as his break from helping his classmates. Because, as Kuzuryuu put it, of course the bastard’s way of taking a break is working on other just as hard projects. It was a habit that came from both the original hard-working Hinata and no-hobbies Kamukura.
After catching up with Komaeda and giving him a short lecture, they got on one of the boats – the other would simply stay until another person retrieves it – and went back to the first island, where the cottages were.
As they left the boat, they intertwined their hands, and walked towards Hinata’s cottage, taking pleasure in each other’s presence.
Once they were inside, they changed into night clothes, finished their preparations for the night, and went under the covers. Komaeda had been in Hinata’s cottage multiple times, so he had his own belongings in Hinata’s cottage, and Hinata had his in Komaeda’s.
As promised by Hinata, Komaeda got to be the big spoon, at least until Hinata turned over, to look at Komaeda’s face intensely. Komaeda blushed again – he really blushed easily, didn’t he – and put his forehead against Hinata’s. They took in each other’s presence, and no words were necessary.
Hinata gave a peck to Komaeda’s lips, then rested his lips for a few seconds against Komaeda’s blushing cheek. They basked in each other’s presence and went to sleep with light hearts.
After all, it was their choice to make a better future, and they would take any chance they had at happiness.
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lunabeaner · 6 years ago
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Am I Worthless or Worthwhile?
Characters: Dolly Kagami (si/oc), Shota Aizawa 
Song I got inspired with: https://youtu.be/pvzE4ZofxGw
Word count:  2033  sorry I got carried away dbhds
Notes: angst, fluff, tw: cat mentions, tw: cats/kittens, self shipping, probably part 1 *sweats*
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Worth
adjective
sufficiently good, important, or interesting to justify a specified action; deserving to be treated or regarded in the way specified.
“What is it like?”
“To feel like you’re worthy.”
“To be appreciated by the people around you?
“To feel loved and wanted by people you’ve never met?”
“To be someone’s hero.”
Beep beep beep.
Beep beep beep.
… ...
Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.
Oh. It was morning already? Of course the thoughts inside her head were always going… Even in her dreams. Dolly tapped the clock off before she stretched out her arms and legs before turning around sort of stretching her back and legs out like a cat before a tiny fluffy ball of fur hopped beside her, mewling. Her soft lavender eyes practically shining as she smiled, turning her attention to it.
“Hello baby!” She cheered, chuckling lowly as she picked up the small kitten causing it to let out a tiny squeak in reply. “Today’s another day, isn’t it?” She beamed as it stared back at her with its large curious green baby eyes. “Let’s defeat the worst of it!” She exclaimed as she hoisted herself out of bed, gently placing her feet onto the plush carpet. Before she knew it the sound of more tiny squeaking from many more areas filled the air.
As she placed the itty bitty orange kitten onto the ground, a group of 4 more equally small hand-sized kittens. She had just recently found these babies from the rubble of one of the results of a previous villain attack. She waited with them for a whole day and a half, but there mommy never returned. She felt awful for them, and brought them home to take care of them. She knew what it was like to lose someone who you relied on for many reasons.
When Dolly made her way to the kitchen the sound of tiny feet pitter pattered against the wooden floor followed by some slightly bigger tapping. “Good morning to you too, Lilly.” She said to her tortoiseshell cat as the slim cat rubbed against her legs. “I know it’s breakfast time, hold on,” She mumbled, scratching the top of her head, starting up the kittens milk formula on the stove, taking a striped orange tom cat off of the counter. “You guys are eating me out of house and home.” She stated, going up onto her tippy toes to open a cabinet to grab the cat food bin. If she left the food any lower the other cats would be slapping food cans around the house. She’d never get to go to sleep if that was the case!
After she opened up some salmon cat food from a can about 1 other adult cat appeared in the room. Good. Everyone was here! She scooped up the food into the cat dishes, pushing the cats out of the way from trying to eat the food before the other. Taking a deep breath she picked the bowls up, sprinting off to place them onto the floor as she was chased.
“Eat up everyone!” She exclaimed cheerfully before hearing her doorbell go off. Who could it be? What time was it even? She couldn’t even remember why her alarm clock was on..? Well, the buttons were on the top of the clock… A kitten probably hopped onto it and turned it on… She walked back into her room, searching for her phone. Where’d it go? She looked to the floor, staring at it on her bedside. Ah. It was knocked down… Maybe a kitten had done that. She bent over, picking it up before looking at the time. It appeared to be about 9:20. She let out a sigh. A bit early for the weekend… She shrugged it off, heading back to the kitchen to get the bottle formula finished up before the bell went off again.
“SHOOT! THAT’S RIGHT!” The brunette sputtered, running to go turn the stove down before calling out: “I’m sorry! I’m coming!” She rushed towards the door before swerving around a kitten, tripping and rolling towards the front door slamming against it. Dolly quickly sat up, gasping and turning towards them. “I’m sorry baby! I didn’t hurt you did I?” She turned to face the kitten as it happily hopped towards her, hopping onto her lap and into her hands. “I know you’re hungry sweetheart, but I’ve gotta get the door, ok? Yeah! I’ll get your breakfast aaaall ready and you and your brothers and sisters are going to enjoy the most delicious food you can get next to your mama’s! That’s right!” She nuzzled her nose against the tiny grey kitten’s nose as it mewed. “Oh you’re just the cutest! I love you so much! Yes I do! You’re so sweet and kind and-”
BRRRRRZZZZZT.
“AUGH! THE DOOR!” The scatterbrained young woman cried out immediately standing up, unlocking the door and swinging it open as she held the kitten close before closing it again to make sure the others didn’t trot their way out to the great unknown to be forever lost and possibly die from being on their own without someone to protect them.
Messy brown hair, wrinkly clothes, no glasses, one sock on her foot, no makeup… A kitten in her arms… This girl was an absolute mess, but could you blame someone who just woke up without expecting someone coming to her house?
Aizawa stood there at, looking back and forth. Had he even come to the right house? This was the right address. Right? He raised a paper up to his face, staring at it for a hot minute. Yup, this was the address he’d received. As he looked back up he noticed Dolly trying to make her great escape by reopening her door, not turning her back to him before her hand slipped back to her hip.
“Kagami?”
“Yes?”
Silence once again as the birds chirped gently.
“This is where you live, huh?” He looked up towards the sky as her top lip twitched as she laughed nervously. “Oh? Uh- yeah! I moved in recently because uh… Well, I got kicked out because I reached an animal limit…” She muttered, slightly shrinking back. “A-aaaanyway!Wh-what are you doing here?” She straightened her posture as she jolted when the kitten in her hand let out a loud meow. She’d forgotten it was in her hands! Goodness that was a startle!
“I was curious about where you lived and Mic opened his mouth and told me.”
“Ahaha, that’s so like him. But why’s it on paper?”
“I forgot so he ended up writing it instead.”
“Oh… Well, is that… Really just why you came all the way to my house?” Dolly asked hesitantly as his eyes wandered towards the kitten. Ah. He must have overheard her conversation with some of the students that she’d found kittens. “Th-that’s fine if it is! Come on in! I’ll make you some tea.” She opened the door a cat mad sprinting out her door. She let out an unholy screech as she handed the kitten into his hands and went to run after them. “Mikan, come back you big jerk!!” She yelled out as she ran down the street after her orange tom cat, calling out to him to come back as she ran a good block or too straight before leaping and grabbing him. After that she ran all the way back, panting heavily, wheezing as she shoved him back into the house as the cat trotted back into the house before sprinting into a room.
“S...S...So..Sorry…!” She wheezed before she swore she heard a chuckle out of him but when she looked back to him he was patting the gray kitten’s head. “Oh! Do you like him? His name’s Smokey!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “I have 4 others in the h-”
Before she could finish she found him stolling straight into her house. “Where are they?” He asked. “Oh! Th-they’re… OH NO!” Dolly squeaked again, rushing into the house, closing the door behind her as she ran into the kitchen. “THE KITTEN FORMULA!!” She wept as she turned the stove off, stirring it. Thankfully it hadn’t burned, but all of the kittens were sitting by the oven waiting for the food to be ready. “T...Thank goodness…” She placed her hand onto her chest letting out a sigh. “It… It’s all ok!!” She cheered, giving them a thumbs up as they responded with happy meowing.
“Aizawa, do you mind helping me feed the babies?” She asked as he responded with a light nod. He definitely didn’t seem to mind, which, in fact, was fantastic. She went to cool off the formula as she went to go get the bottles.
Soon after it cooled and the babies were fed, Dolly turned her attention towards the raven haired male, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry I dragged you into helping me feed these kids.” She fumbled, blushing and averting her eyes. “And blinding you by my morning look..” She placed her hand on her forehead, laughing nervously before her head was greeted by a gentle pat on the head. “It’s fine, Kagami. I actually came here to ask you something.”
Eh? Really? Her face was basically a deep velvet as she tried to stuff her face into her t-shirt, not doing well. “Oh? W-what is it?” She wondered out loud, clearing her throat.
“Last week… When you got those kittens, I saw you.”
HE DID? HOW EMBARRASSING!!
“I returned to the site the day after the incident and I saw you picking them up, but you were crying.”
“O-oh! I just felt b-bad for them is all, I-”
“That’s not what it seemed like.”
H...Huh? J...Just exactly how close had he been to her if he knew what was up?
“I heard the things you said to them. Are you ok?”
“Don’t worry babies. I’m right here. I know what it feels like. But don’t you fear! I’m right here to make you feel like you’re worthwhile to this world. I won’t make you feel like I do, you hear me? I’ll be your mama.”
Had he really heard those words she said? All of it? Did he really hear those embarrassing words that slipped out of her mouth?
“I-I’m fine! I was just rambling is all! I’m totally ok. Really!” She raised her hands, waving them around before both were grabbed ahold of by his large hands. “Listen to me, Kagami.” He said, staring right into her eyes. “I’m here to talk to you if you ever need someone. Ok?” He placed his hand against her cheek before jolting when she squeaked. “Th-th-thank you!” She sputtered before standing up. “B-b-b-b-BUT I THINK YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!” She demanded, grabbing his hands to yank him up before she strived to push him away. “I have things to do today! I-I-I-I’ve got- uh! Chores! Uh, house things!”
“Your house is spotless despite all of the cat hair though.”
“I-I’ve got shopping to do!”
“When you opened your fridge it looked ok to me.”
WHY WAS HE CHECKING HER HOUSE OUT SO KEENLY! Couldn’t he get a clue that she was overwhelmed by his words and couldn’t deal with it?!
“Dolly.”
Her heart skipped a beat as her head turned upwards to look at him. “Would you get dressed? Let’s go.. To breakfast.” He insisted, his voice soft and calm causing her brain nearly to fry. “Is that ok? We can just talk about anything. I don’t mind if you don’t.”
She was quiet for a long time before she stopped trying to push him. “I… …” She stared at the cats for a moment before sitting up straight. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll be ready.” She said, her eyes sparkling. A smirk appeared on his face. “That sounds more like you.”
IT WAS A DATE!!! Wait, was this a date?? But it was more of a sympathy thing though, wasn’t it?? Oh, maybe it was…
“Alright then. It’s a date. I’ll wait outside.”
With a poker face, Dolly froze up. “HE… HE... HE READ… HE READ MY MIND?!?!”
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r-escribe · 6 years ago
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Even after 100 years we'll be by your side, Kanan
Word count: 1876
Pairing: Kanan x Dia x Mari
Rating: General audience until part two where we could argue if it escalates to teen and up.
AO3
Summary: A year has passed since the 3rd years graduated and went their separate ways. Kanan has doubts about their friendship.
A/N: First of all happy birthday Kanan! Secondly, I'm sorry this is so poorly phrased it's been a while since I last wrote anything or read anything. Also, this was extremely rushed so hopefully it makes some sense... so yeah enjoy. This was posted on AO3 6 days ago so exactly in time for Kanan’s birthday only I forgot to post it here ahaha :)
“Kanan, could you please take my shift tomorrow? I have finals on Monday so I really wanted to do some studying…” said the amethyst colored eyed girl co-worker with an apologizing voice.
“Sure, I got’cha!”
Sure Kanan’s birthday was tomorrow but ever since she graduated from high school and left to get her diving license in Australia, she didn’t get to talk with the rest of Aqours as much as she would have like. Additionally, no one knew it was her birthday so she hadn't any plans.
With that in mind, both girls finished cleaning the shop and waved their goodbyes.
The diver’s apartment wasn’t particularly big, well it was small, but big enough to fit one person. Especially when that person only went there to change clothes and get some sleep. It had a single bedroom with a connected bathroom, the only separation between the kitchen and the living room/dining room was an island.
Kanan put her keys on said island and took a shower. She put on a black tank top and a pair of shorts. She took an apple from her kitchen and laid down on her bed, and took her phone. It wasn’t unusual for her to look at the photo album she named “Aqours”, she had some photos of their lives, practices, sleepovers, that time they went to Tokyo, Hakodate, even some with Saint Snow. Kanan smiled slightly. She missed her friends, last time they were all together was when the then 3rd years graduated. The navy blue haired girl closed her eyes. When Mari, Dia, and herself first left Uchiura they would all 9 of them try to video call as much as possible, but of course life moves on and soon what had been 2 or 3 calls per week soon became 1 once a week and now with the second years graduating soon a call once every 2-3 weeks. They still sent a bunch of messages but being 2 hours ahead of Tokyo’s time either there was no one to talk with, or she had to start work soon. As for the 3rd years group chat, with all of them in different time zones, it was hard to keep a full conversation. Even though they met only about a month ago in Tokyo to celebrate Dia’s birthday Kanan felt as if it had been years since they talked, years since she hugged them. A single tear came out of amethyst eyes and the diver quickly cleaned it. Don’t. In only a few hours is your birthday and the girls probably want to video call you. You can’t let them see you like this, specially Dia or Mari. Don’t cry; for them. As soon as those thoughts were out of her mind she stared at the ceiling.  Maybe they’ll come visit, Mari and I went to Tokyo for Dia’s birthday maybe they’ll come too. Just maybe… And soon she was asleep.
“....Shall we dance?, Yume no you ni odorimashou, Hitoyo no wasurerarenai shinderera, Kutsu wo nuide okeba nakusanai yo karuku hayaku, Dare o yobou ka? Moriagaru ne!...” G Senjou no Cinderella came through her phone’s speakers, time to wake up and get ready for work. Kanan rubbed her eyes and sat at the edge of the mattress. “...Shall we dance?, Kurukuru to mawarimashou…” the music kept going, not because Kanan didn’t know how to turn her alarm off but because she liked it. It was only Mari, Dia, and herself singing the song, the first song they sang only the three of them after forming Aqours. Once the song reached its end Kanan took her phone and saw quite a few messages on her phone screen, some were from the Aqours’ group chat.
Little Mikan: HAPPY B-DAY KANAN-CHAN! I’ve reserved some mikans only for you!
Yohane (Yoshiko made her change her name before she left): Little demon, you’ve attained full maturity now, use this power wisely.
You: Happy B-day Kanan-chan! Next time you visit we’ll go diving!
Ruby: Happy birthday Kanan-chan! Let’s keep having fun together like we did when you took care of me!
Hanamaru: Happy B-dAy KAnan-chaN! i LeARned how To usE my Ph0ne to send YoU this MeSSage!
Riko: Kanan-chan Happy birthday! When you come to visit we should get ice cream again
Dia: Kanan-san happy birthday.
Mari: Come on Dia!
Mari: I told you you can say Kanan-CHAN! And don’t just . your message
Mari: Here use this xD
Dia: Never.
Mari: You can do it better, do it for Kanan.
Dia: … Fine…
Dia: Happy birthday Kanan-chan!
Dia: There are you pleased now?
Mari: Very much indeed
Mari: But now it’s my turn!
Mari: HAPPY B-DAY KANAN!!!!
Riko: Wait, how come no one said anything while you two were arguing?
Mari: Well my dear Rikochi it’s simple
Mari: Dia threatened everyone to only say their birthday message
Mari: Since it’s like 2 am for Kanan and she didn’t want us to wake her up
Dia: Yes I did, and I would appreciate if you also kept that and stop messaging her.
Mari: Boring…
Mari: But fine, we’ll call her later
Mari: Anyways let’s do it one last time
All users typed: Kanan-chan! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
A sob escaped Kanan’s lips as she tipped a big “Thanks everyone, I can’t wait to go back!”, she wanted to thank each one of them individually but she wanted to call Dia and Mari. And so she did. Even though it was weekend Dia would wake up at 6:30  as usual and Mari would go to sleep around 11, so they should both be awake at that time. Mari was the first one to answer.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANAN!” the blonde girl shouted at the top of her lungs. Kanan didn’t even have time to answer as Dia joined the call, “Kanan-san happy birthday” although Dia tried to say it as calm as possible she was smiling and the last syllables had a cheerful tone.
“Thanks!” And Kanan smiled wide open.
“So what can we do for our birthday girl on this marvelous day?”
Kanan’s face started to heat up, how could she ask them if they were planning to visit her today? Maybe they were too busy and couldn’t, she didn’t want to make her two best friends feel guilty. No no no. They were coming and if not they’d eventually see each other, there’s nothing to worry about right?
“W-well, I...umm…”
“Come on Kanan you can tell us anything.” Encouraged her tallest friend.
“Kanan-s...Kanan is something wrong?” Asked the brunette.
“No it’s nothing, ahaha...I just wanted to talk with you but I need to get going or I’ll be late for work and you wouldn’t want me to be late right Dia? Ahaha so umm yeah talk with you later alright? Okay bye!”
“Wait Kana-”
Too late Kanan had already pressed the end call button. What are you doing? You’re acting as if you were 15 again, haven’t you learned anything? She asked herself. I guess I haven’t. Not wanting to think about it anymore Kanan finished getting ready and went to work.
Kanan had never been an observer, or attentive, especially for small details. That’s why she never realized that both Dia and Mari were wearing earphones, or that Mari wasn’t wearing a pajama and Dia wasn’t wearing her kimono. Or the fact that both seemed to be inside and not outside.
Sunday February 10th, a rather slow day at the shop. Well since it was Sunday the shift wasn’t that long so around 3:30 the navy blue haired girl start doing the pre-close up. She started taking the oxygen tanks inside, moved to make the inventory and by 3:55 she was almost done. She went back to the counter and start writing everything on the computer. The entrance bell rang.
“Welcome, we’ll be closing in 5 minutes if you want to take a diving les-”
“Well I don’t know, what you say Dia should we take a lesson?”
“Hmm with how thigh our schedule is I don’t think we’ll have time, but maybe we can work something out.”
Mari. Dia. Mari and Dia. Both of them. In front of her. Okay that was it Kanan had gone completely insane.
“Well don’t stand there give us a hug”, Mari demanded as both herself and Dia opened her arms waiting to be completed. Kanan didn’t think about it she ran straight to her friends and gave them the hug she had so long waited for. Tears making their way through her face.
“B-b-but how?”
“It’s your birthday you dummy.”
“We wouldn’t have missed it for anything.” Said Dia. “Mari traveled from Italy to Tokyo 3 days ago, we took a plane last night-”
“But you sent the messages at 12 am, h-how come?”
“Aqours of course!” Replied Mari. Kanan, who had calmed a bit took a step back to look at these beautiful girls who for a reason she still didn’t fully understand were her friends. Dia and Mari took each other’s hands and then Kanan’s.
“Well”, continued Mari, “we asked them to help us cover up our plan so everything was staged.”
“To say it in a way.” Added Dia.
“So Kanan,” they said in unison. “Happy birthday!”
Kanan was still processing everything that was going on but she could do that tomorrow, right now she only cared of being with Dia and Mari, she hugged them again and kept crying.
“Now now, we don’t want to make the birthday girl happy, shall we Mari-san?”
“Of course!”
And Kanan got a kiss on each cheek from her two friends. Before she could react both brunette and blonde haired girls were dragging her out of the store.
A/N: this is not that relevant to the story and the rating could go (depends on how you look at it) up to teens.
They arrived at Kanan’s apartment and as soon as Kanan unlocked the door Mari was entering and laying on the couch.
“Please have some manners,” said Dia with a small sigh and Kanan couldn’t help but laugh at both of them. 100 years could go by and the three of them would still act the same way they did when they were kids.
Kanan took their suitcases to her room and left them there. She couldn’t make it outside the bedroom since Mari had jumped over her and pushed them both to the bed.
“Wha-Mari? G-get off.”
“No” Although both of them tried to sound serious they couldn’t keep the facade and gave up to laughter.
“D-Dia,” started Kanan in between laughers “come quick! Mari won’t get off me!”
The girl with emerald eyes entered the room but instead of helping Kanan she threw herself onto the bed and was on top of Mari and Kanan.
“O-okay I-I give up!” finally stated Kanan and Dia got off of her. Mari on the other hand just stared at Kanan’s face. She took her chin and lightly kissed her. “Happy birthday Kanan.” Whispered Mari and got off of her. Dia not wanting to be left behind approached Kanan from the side and press slightly her lips to Kanan’s. “Yeah happy birthday Kanan.”
Mari and Dia looked at each other and then at the girl under them. They still had some days before going back to Italy and Japan and they didn’t want to waste any of them.
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athyrabunlord · 7 years ago
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LLSHP AU (S) - Yule Ball
Main Story: [LLSHP AU - Yoshiko Tsushima and the Fallen Angel]
[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]
[FFN link] [Pixiv Link] [Translated to Chinese by plin2290]
Sequel blips: TriWizard Tournament series- [First Task] [Yule Ball]
A/N: Look I’m so very creative with my titles lol. Like the previous blip, this one is just a segment of the whole TriWizard Tournament saga. Hopefully I’ve succeeded in portraying the overall tone of this Ruby-centric sequel series. A lot of elements are related to the Main Story so it’s definitely recommended that you read the Main Story before the sequel. Anyway, enjoy! XD
“This is a flash grenade.”
Ruby gulps nervously, not because she understands what that Muggle terminology means but because of You and Chika’s serious expressions. Chika is seated in one of the couches with her arms folded and her characteristic ahoge drooped, while You is carefully inspecting the object before placing it back into the wooden box.
“Even in the Muggle world, this isn’t something accessible to civilians,” You says thoughtfully, her gaze trained on the item as if she could unravel the mystery. “Chika-chan and I have seen enough movies to recognize it. Even if it’s not a flash grenade, it’s… still a grenade, a bomb.”
“Why would they give me something like this though?” Somewhat frustrated, Ruby begins to pace around the her Prefect dorm, a habit she’s picked up from Kanan since her First Year. “I wonder what Osaka-san and Kazuno-san have in their boxes?”
After the end of the First Task, it was announced that the Second Task would be held after New Year’s. The official only stated that the item in the wooden box is vital to the nature of the Second Task, and that the champion should get to know their respective item before then. Each champion is also allowed to bring one more item with them in this Task, and the only hint was that the two items should balance each other.
Furthermore, there is one special condition that will be announced on the day of the Second Task, and Ruby had an iffy feeling about it so she’d like to prepare for the worst.
But, what is she supposed to do?
“Hmm, no other hint at all huh?” Chika slowly chews on her mikan pastry, her eyes not shimmering as usual whenever she enjoys her snacks, but rather filled with concern for her friend.
“No. I heard the Durmstrang principal was rather upset about the secrecy but that’s it.”
“I guess this is fair. Unnerving, but fair.” You pats Ruby’s head, prompting the latter to smile. “We’ll research more on the grenades, you can count on us! How about the other item?”
“Onee-chan suggested I bring the Kurosawa sabre. Since there’s so much we don’t know about the Second Task, the sabre can at least protect me.”
Truthfully, Ruby isn’t as keen on the idea. She would much rather bring a bottle of Dittany in case she gets injured but in the end, she agrees with her sister that prevention is much better than treatment.
“That’s a great idea, as expected of Dia-san! I bet she’ll be surprised when she sees you in action~” Chika also bounces up from her chair and wraps her arm around Ruby’s shoulder. “Hehe, she doesn’t know what you’ve been working on, right?”
At this, Ruby grins playfully and does a Rubesty pose. No matter how much she practices, she acknowledges that she will never be skillful in swordsmanship. Therefore, at her request, Chika had been more than happy to teach her the complex Charm that makes her Beater bats hover around her like sentient guards. Except, in this case, Ruby has utilized it on the Kurosawa sabre. The last time they dueled in the Room of Requirement, the sword was quite the force to be reckoned with.
“That’s our girl! Uuuaaaah, You-chan, I can’t believe our Ruby-chan’s all so grown up now.” Dramatically, the Head Girl flops against her girlfriend and pretends to wipe away her tears with the latter’s scarf.
“A true champion of Hogwarts! We’ve raised her well~” You picks up Chika and spins her around while pretending to sniffle.
Ruby chuckles at the duo’s familiar antics. The couple never excludes her from their theatrics and she always enjoys watching them interact anyway. Being around them makes her feel happy and at ease, all the troubles churning in her mind evaporating away. You and Chika truly are magical in their own special way.
Not to mention, they’re both very perceptive.
“Something’s bothering you, right? And it’s nothing to do with the Tournament.”
Ruby doesn’t see a point in hiding it. “I’m worried about Yoshiko-chan and Hanamaru-chan.”
The duo exchanges a knowing look. “Right, we’ve been trying to grab hold of them too but they’ve gotten pretty good at evading.” You chuckles quietly at the last bit. Years of running away from the You Watanabe Fanclub must have trained Yoshiko well.
“I’ve talked with Hanamaru-chan, but it wasn’t enough - that’s the bad thing about having my own Prefect dorm, I miss being roommates with her. Outside of my Prefect duties, I try to look for her but she must’ve learned from Kanan-san where the best hiding spots are around the school. There just aren’t any… right opportunities.” Exasperated, Ruby resumes pacing around the room. “The most I’d gotten out of her is that, she kept saying it’s her fault but Yoshiko-chan won’t accept her apology and insisted she’s the one at fault instead.”
This isn’t a fight where she could just make the two talk and compromise. There’s no side to coax into admitting fault and apologize, not when both parties believe they’re the guilty ones. Both are very reluctant to talk about the subject further. Hanamaru had requested her to drop the subject and she couldn’t bring herself to push it. After all, Hanamaru had never asked her for anything, so how could she refuse?
“You just focus on the Second Task. Leave Hanamaru-chan to You-chan and I!” Chika pumps up her fist. “No one can evade our MVP Seeker for long! And I’m sure Riko-chan can grab hold of Yoshiko-chan and talk some sense into her.”
Ruby trusts the duo and her future sister-in-law, she really does, but it’s gnawing away at her conscience that she hasn’t been helpful towards her best friends. This useless feeling, it’s all too familiar, like how things were years ago back in the Estate.
“Aww, don’t make that face, Ruby-chan! You have a lot on your plate and you’ve already tried your best, cheer up!” Chika’s smiles then shifts to a mischievous one. “Don’t you have something else urgent that’s coming up very soon?”
You catches the drift and snickers. “Oh yes, the fun stuff~ I heard you have gained quite a bit of following after your awesome performance at the First Task~”
Ruby twitches uncomfortably. A tradition that’s existed for centuries, one that each champion must participate. A mandatory ‘task’ that she really doesn’t want to be under the spotlight for.
“So, who’re you taking to the Yule Ball?”
A strangled whimper is all she could reply to that.
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“There! How’s Yohane-sama’s amazing skills!?”
“Thanks for styling my hair! You really are good, Yoshiko-chan!”
“It’s Yoha-... whatever, hmnff, as long as you recognize my awesomeness, little demon no.4!”
Even though Yoshiko quickly hides it, Ruby notices that fleeting hesitation and that confirms her doubts. Still, she decides to put that on hold for now so they can finish dressing up. She glances around at all the makeup and accessories as well as the various clothes they no longer need, and acknowledges that this is the messiest that her Dorm has become in a while.
She couldn’t help but smile as Yoshiko poses in front of the mirror, relieved at this arrangement. It definitely is more relaxing to be in her best friend’s company instead of a fan’s. She thought You was joking but there had been several ambushes in the preceding weeks, including the time she almost drank a glass of juice that has Love Potion in it! It was downright scary!
Is it really such a big deal, to be featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet as a champion’s partner?
After much consideration, Ruby had originally asked Riko to accompany her for many reasons. Even though You and Chika had volunteered, Ruby did not want to split the couple especially since this is their last year at Hogwarts. Riko was in charge of performing with the piano so Ruby would only have to open the dance floor as Hogwarts’ champion and she is done. It would also be nice to spend time with her future sister-in-law, showing their closeness under public scrutiny. Neither Dia nor Riko has expressed concerns for the public’s opinion of their engagement but Ruby still wants to show her support whenever there’s an opportunity.
But then, Yoshiko had demanded to accompany Ruby. In spite of her best friends’ situation, Ruby had hoped that Hanamaru and Yoshiko would go to the Ball together. What surprised her more though, is the fact that Leah asked Hanamaru and the latter agreed. It didn’t seem like Leah got along with any of her schoolmates, at least the ones within Durmstrang’s entourage, but she did not expect Leah to ask Hanamaru of all the people.
Sighing, Ruby half-heartedly fixes her cloak and tries to ignore the weird feeling in her chest. Ever since this strange turn of events, she’s been feeling restless and confused. She doesn’t get annoyed often, which is why she has no idea how to deal with this tension in her body. True to their words, You and Chika had hunted down Hanamaru, and Riko had a long chat with Yoshiko as well, but Ruby has yet to see any improvement in their situation. Why else would Yoshiko go with her and Hanamaru still going with Leah? And Yoshiko hadn’t complained that her girlfriend was going with someone else. Just what’s going on? This doesn’t make any sense!
“Why the serious expression, Ruby? The fallen angel-”
“Yoshiko-chan. Tell me what’s going on between you and Hanamaru-chan. Please.”
It’s now or never. Ruby feels awful for ruining the merry atmosphere but she can’t bear it any longer. As expected, Yoshiko’s grin drops but she continues to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Ruby patiently remains silent as her friend fiddles with the ribbons and puts on her earrings. The raven-haired girl then reaches up for the quill affixed in her bun but stops at the last moment and leaves it be.
“... I guess it’s been long enough. Lily’s urged me to talk to you about it but…”
Ruby panics at the sight of shimmering tears in her friend’s eyes but Yoshiko irritably wipes them away with her gloved hand.
“Goddamit. It’s just hard to talk about, especially… to you.”
“Me?” Ruby hasn’t expected that, and is more than startled when Yoshiko whirls around and enters her personal space in one swift stride.
“Who am I, Ruby Kurosawa?”
The husky tone and the proximity cause her to cringe and instinctively clutch at her chest. Her heart quickens in fear in spite of her mind inwardly screaming otherwise.
“... I’m sorry. I just wanted to see your reaction.” Yoshiko murmurs sadly and backs away, returning to her spot in front of the mirror.
“Y-Yoshiko-chan, that’s not… I didn’t mean-” Ashamed, Ruby tries to ignore the prickling ache from the scars of sectumsempra and boldly places a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. Yoshiko smiles slightly at that, but the sight just makes her feel worse.
“It’s okay. I thought I’ve gotten over it. I thought we’ve all gotten over it, but it’s not that easy is it?” Yoshiko gingerly touches the mirror’s surface, her fingers trailing the shape of the quill before clenching into a fist. “I am Yoshiko. But I am also Yohane. I’ve accepted that. Or I thought I did.”
“Yoshiko-chan-”
“Things were going so well, y’know, between Hanamaru and I. Both of us, we thought we’ve moved on. But then, this one time, when we were kissing and things were getting heated between us, she… started crying. She was horrified and kept apologizing for thinking of...”
Ruby feels cold. No wonder this has been so difficult for her two friends to talk about. Back in their Second Year, Hanamaru had confided in her that she would involuntarily recall the first kiss she shared with the Yoshiko she fell in love with, and how guilty and conflicted she felt about being so intimate with the Yoshiko now. Ruby had tried her best to reassure her friend and always made sure to give the two privacy to sort things out, so things had never escalated to this point.
It was already painful to put herself in Hanamaru’s shoes, let alone Yoshiko’s.
“I told her it’s not her fault but, well, I’m just… I don’t know what to do anymore,” Yoshiko chuckles dryly and turns away from the mirror at last. “I love her, Ruby, but maybe she loves the Yoshiko I used to be more.” Yoshiko closes her eyes and shakes her head. “No, I shouldn’t doubt, I shouldn’t… I-I’m sorry to just dump this on you-”
Not knowing what else to do, Ruby hugs her friend tightly. “I’m the one who made you talk, Yoshiko-chan. I’m sorry I’m not helpful at all. It’ll be very hard, I understand that, but things cannot go on like this. I’ll be there if you two need an extra voice, anything, but please promise me you’ll talk to her. I w-will too. You’re both too important to me, I refuse to let the past get in the way of my best friends becoming h-happy.”
“Hey now, why’re you the one crying? You’re messing up my masterpiece!” Yoshiko laughs, sniffling hastily and hands over a handkerchief to Ruby. “Thank you though. I… I really appreciate it. I needed that. I really, really am grateful.”
Ruby smiles weakly, forcing away that horrible memory of Yohane almost killing her to the back of her mind. She needs to be strong, especially now.
“Heh, I remember you used to be a lot shorter than me.” Grinning, Yoshiko mischievously pats her head before tugging on her side ponytail. “Not anymore though. You’ve grown into your princely outfit for sure.”
“I’d r-rather wear a dress like you do. I look weird! Even the outfit I wore to the Banquet in our First Year is better than this…”
“What, you’re doubting Yohane-sama’s fashion sense? Trust me, you look great. Those two Gryffs will be all over you, not to mention your little fanclub-”
“Yoshiko-chan!”
“Fine fine. Why don’t you escort the great fallen angel to this Yule Ball and show the rest of the mortals what dancing truly is?”
Ruby stands straighter and chivalrously takes her partner’s hand, finding herself relaxing now that Yoshiko is smiling again. The expression still looks a bit stiff and her eyes are clouded with doubts, but overall she appears more relaxed at least.
The Christmas Banquet in their First Year was when her two best friends finally faced their feelings and confessed. Ruby fervently hopes that the magic of such dance would bring them back together once more.
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“They seem to be having fun.”
Ruby couldn’t help but mumble as she and Yoshiko sway along the waltz. It probably looks comical for any onlookers, that their attention is not on each other but on another pair. Indeed, after the first dance that each champion is obligated to start off the night, Leah and Hanamaru have remained on the dance floor and are seemingly absorbed in each other.
At first, the Durmstrang champion looks just as placid as she always does. She seems to despise the spotlight being on her just as much as she dislikes dancing for the formality of the Tournament. However, she is now chuckling at something Hanamaru said. That’s a positive expression, one that Ruby has never seen before. When did they get so close?
“That’s just the way Zuramaru is. She’s good at making us loners open up.”
Ruby frowns at Yoshiko, tugging so that the latter is close enough to hear her whispered words. “Even with the situation between you two, I don’t see Hanamaru-chan just agreeing to being Kazuno-san’s partner. It’s not like her.”
“Well, I agree this isn’t like her, but maybe she just wants to get her mind off of things. Maybe that Durmstrang champion has something I don’t?”
Ruby deliberately steps on Yoshiko’s foot, earning an angry yelp. “None of that, Yoshiko-chan. I was going to wait until after they finish dancing to get you two to talk, but I think enough time has passed.”
“W-Wait, now? But, what should I say?”
Yoshiko’s uncertain expression softens Ruby’s heart, but she recalls their earlier conversation and steels her resolve. “What you said to me. Knowing Hanamaru-chan, she would understand. If she continues to apologize, you just need to hug her and express your feelings until she can’t possibly think of anything else.”
“... where did you-? I’m gonna tell Dia-san that Kanan and Mari have been teaching you unnecessary things. Or was it those dunderheads?”
Ruby blinks. “What’s wrong with hugging? You-san and Chika-san hug all the time, they would cheer each other up that way.”
Yoshiko still looks dubious for some reason but sighs and nods. “Alright. Let’s go for it.”
After giving her friend’s hand one last encouraging squeeze, Ruby leads her around the crowd and towards the dancing pair. Leah’s expression darkens as soon as she notices her, which inexplicably irks her.
“What do you want?”
The Durmstrang champion is clad in a formal outfit fancier than her school uniform. The furred cloak is styled over one shoulder, with the school’s double-headed eagle embroidered proudly over the velvet scarlet. Her shoulder length hair is pulled to a sleek low ponytail, giving her a refreshing and regal demeanor in contrast to her usual slightly unruly appearance. If it weren’t for her vicious scowl and biting tone, she would have passed as a foreign royalty.
Hanamaru, dressed in a pretty but simple dress of white and dark crimson, drops her gaze nervously at their approach. If it weren’t for Leah’s tight grip on her wrist, she might have bolted from the dance floor. Ruby wistfully reminisces how she used to be the one fleeing from confrontations and Hanamaru being the one to give her courage.
Taking a deep breath, she firmly steps forward and reaches for Hanamaru’s hand.
“Kurosawa, what’re you-”
“Couples should spend the rest of the night together.”
“Ruby-chan, I-”
Ruby simply gives her dear friend a soft smile before nudging her towards Yoshiko, who’s been standing awkwardly to the side. Just as Leah is about to reclaim her partner, Ruby loops one arm around hers and drags her away. Soon, other dancing pairs obscure her view of her best friends but she trusts them to at least try to make it through one song together.
If glares could murder, Ruby is certain Leah has killed her a dozen times already. “You’ll pay for this!”
“I do apologize for interrupting your night with Hanamaru-chan, but-”
“Ha! I don’t really care, Kurosawa, but your friend’s stories are entertaining at least. Between a dreadful night with an eyesore, like you, she’s the better alternative.”
Frowning, Ruby tries to ignore the insult. “Stories?”
“Yup. She won’t stop talking about you and that girl… her girlfriend, I assume?” Leah rolls her eyes. “Like I said, rather than useless chatters, I do find her stories interesting.”
“I see… that’s why you asked her to the dance?”
“That’s right. She did Disarm me that time in the hallway. More impressive than you anyway.” Leah trails off, glancing between their connected hands and the fact that they’re swaying to the ballad. “... are we dancing?”
“Oh. I suppose we are-?” Truthfully, Ruby hasn’t realized that she’s taken the lead position with one arm loosely wrapped around Leah’s waist. She was too focused on getting the Durmstrang champion as far away from Yoshiko and Hanamaru as she could that the Pureblood etiquette ingrained in her soul must have automatically kicked in.
“This is ridiculous! Two champions dancing together?” Leah tries to back away but Ruby tightens her hold, worried that the former might storm back to her friends. “Hey, let me go! Do you have any idea how stupid we must look?!”
“I-I think we look okay, Kazuno-san. Um, in fact, I think you look quite nice.”
“What-? That’s not the point! We’re both donning the formal capes! No other pairs are like us!”
“That’s not true. Osaka-san is dancing with her senpai from Beauxbaton, and they’re both wearing dresses. Oh, Yoshiko-chan and Hanamaru-chan are in dresses too-”
“Have you even seen suits from Beauxbaton? And your friends are weird so they don’t count! Look at the rest of the room, everyone else is in suit-dress pair! Why is my logic not getting through your dumb brain?!”
Ruby dares to sneak a peek around, all the while making sure Leah doesn’t break free. Kanan and Mari had gone to Australia shortly after the First Task but managed to return here in time to attend the Ball. The married couple is putting on quite the performance at one corner of the Great Hall, along with a couple of alumni that Ruby recognized to have participated in the past dance competitions. Unlike two years ago though, Kanan is wearing a satin tux that shimmers in dark violet, while Mari is wearing a lovely turquoise cocktail dress.
Among the onlookers are Chika and You, who look ready to join the impromptu show judging by their excited grins. The Head Girl’s glossy suit must be handmade by her girlfriend, whose complementary mermaid dress gives her a mystic quality. Another quick glance to the unoccupied piano tells Ruby that Dia must have escorted Riko somewhere quiet, perhaps at the various food benches, but she isn’t given the chance to search further.
“Tch, you’re stronger than you looked-!”
The abrupt tug almost causes them to lose balance, but Ruby manages to use the momentum to twirl and dip Leah before returning to their previous position. Quiet applause indicates that there are people watching them and, judging by Leah’s frown, she definitely did not like that.
“I’m very close to giving the proverbial middle finger to the Yule Ball’s decorum and just leave this accursed dance floor.”
Ruby has no doubt Leah would go through with her threat, and a part of her is tired of having to put up with the hostile Durmstrang champion. However, the atmosphere around her is just so nostalgic that she doesn’t want anything to ruin this pleasant moment. Many things have changed since the Christmas Banquet two years ago, but Ruby is confident to say that they’re all mostly for the better.
Her friends are all here and, at the end of the day, they’re happy with their lives. Even Yoshiko and Hanamaru, Ruby believes with all her heart that they can sort through their issue together.
How about herself? She doesn’t know. She’s certainly come very far since the friendless scaredy-critter living a lonely life in the Kurosawa Estate. She’s content with the way things are already. There’s no need for more, just a bit of peace is more than enough for her.
“Let’s just have fun dancing, Kazuno-san. It’s the holidays, so we’re meant to relax. How about a truce, please?”
Maybe her calm tone is finally getting through to Leah, since she only sighs instead of struggling again. “... why do you have to stick to me anyway? Don’t you have a horde of merry friends to dance with?”
“They’re with their respective partners, and I really want Hanamaru-chan and Yoshiko-chan to make up. Things haven’t been going well with them-” Ruby stops herself, wondering if she’s revealing too much to someone who, technically, isn’t even her friend.
“Really? With the way Kunikida kept talking about her, I never would’ve imagined they had any problem at all,” Leah huffs, scrunching her nose in disgust. “And make up? More like make out.”
Ruby looks over her shoulder to see that her friends are indeed kissing. Although, unlike Leah’s exaggeration, Yoshiko and Hanamaru are simply sharing a chaste kiss. The exchange appears hesitant, but at least they’re both smiling at each other and that’s all that matters.
A warm sensation fills Ruby’s heart at that wonderful sight. Her steps become lighter and she really feels immersed in the calming movements of the music now. She has to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay though, and she isn’t surprised to find Leah deadpanning at her.
“Seriously, are you crying? Hnff, you’re so weird.”
Perhaps the joy has emboldened her, for she blurts out an ongoing question before she could stop herself. “Why do you dislike me so much, Kazuno-san?”
Leah raises an eyebrow, as if not expecting her to be so direct. “I have my reasons, Kurosawa,” she says coolly, “Are we done yet? I’ve already put up with you long enough, not to mention I was unknowingly involved in your little circle’s drama.”
This is probably the longest and sort of civil interaction she’s ever had with the Durmstrang champion, so she doesn’t want to waste this chance. “The music is getting good! Besides, I’m enjoying dancing with you. You’re a good dancer.”
“Duh? Much better than you are. While we’re on this, why are you leading anyway? I’ll show you how it’s done.”
True to her words, Leah switches their position and smoothly demonstrates the movements, each and every step precise yet graceful. Their cloaks flutter slightly at each turn, adding to their dance as if they’re part of the routine.
“See that? Come on, match my steps, don’t be so clumsy.”
Sure, Leah is chuckling at her expense but it doesn’t feel as mocking as it was before. As the melody continues to play in the background, their discussion becomes more light-hearted the more they focus on various aspects of dancing and eventually about wandworks.
At one point, Leah even laughs at a joke she made.
Ruby decides that the Yule Ball and, by extension, the Tournament, aren’t so bad after all.
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            “Just… why did you do it, Komaeda?” Makoto asked, voice filled with anguish. “Why kill Fujisaki?”
            The trial had concluded, and now they were all forced into the inevitable confrontation with the “villain”. None of them had expected the trial to go so “easily”, but Komaeda hadn’t put up much of a struggle to begin with. Deflected accusations at first, but never outright said, “I didn’t do it.” It was just very… bizarre. Even with Komaeda’s eccentric personality.
            “Did you do it because you wanted to go home…?” Togami asked skeptically, an index finger touching his temple shrewdly.
            Nagito spread out his arms, a massive grin going from ear to ear.
            “That’s not it at all! I couldn’t care less about my own life! I would rather all of you somehow find a way to escape – even if it took sacrificing me. I’m nowhere near as indispensable as you amazing Ultimates…”
            “Then…?” Kirigiri trailed off leadingly, expectant eyes on the white-haired boy.
            Nagito gave that raspy laugh that set them all on edge…
            “If I had to boil it down to one reason… I just wanted the killings to start! There’s nothing more to it, really!”
            Celes’s brow furrowed.
            “Then… you are a sociopath…?” He didn’t seem to fit the profile to a T, but appearances could be deceiving…
            Nagito hugged himself as he looked down with a gleeful expression.
            “No, no… I just think you’re all so amazing…! Even Makoto, with the same talent as me, has found a way to emit a beacon of Hope like the rest of you… From the bottom of my heart, I just wanted your Hopes to shine as brightly as they possibly could!” Nagito giggled to himself.
            Hagakure ran a hand through his hair and grinned nervously.
            “We can’t ‘shine’ if we’re dead, dude!”
            Nagito made a gesture with his arm casually, beaming pleasantly.    
            “You think so? It’s true that deaths are tragic, but aren’t they just another struggle to overcome? For survivors to become stronger? Think about it! You’re all amazingly strong in your own rights, so just think how much stronger you can get, after overcoming trials of life and death! If you can overcome these trials… your Hope will be powerful enough to eradicate all Despair…! That’s the kind of Hope I wanted to bear witness to, even if I had to become a stepping stone to do it!”
            Asahina whirled on him, tears brimming at her eyes.
            “You’re insane…! I can’t believe Fujisaki got killed by a jerk like you! You’re just the worst!”
            Nagito sighed wistfully, a hand on his waste as he looked down longingly.
            “I am… I’m utter trash. I’m terrible with calculations, but I never anticipated Fujisaki would be the one to die… In truth, he was never a target! I sent that letter to Ishimaru to see how far he was willing to go… And if he hadn’t been prepared enough, then I simply would have tried to kill the person standing closest to me… A bit impromptu, I know, but if they were somehow able to overpower and kill me in the darkness, just think about how big the mystery would have been! They wouldn’t have done any of the preparations, and you might not have discovered all of the evidence that you did! My death would’ve been so peculiar! And yet… the winds of fate decided I would live…”
            Sakura’s frown deepened, the more Nagito spoke. He was already a dead man walking, but he was talking as if he should be praised for this incident… Nothing of this was worthy of praise.
            “Then why did Fujisaki wind up dead…? He acted as if he knew Ishimaru had night vision goggles in that duralumin case…”
            “And he ran over to Komaeda, at that…” Leon grimaced as he tried to puzzle it out. “Are you sure you didn’t send Fujisaki a letter or anything?”
            Nagito just laughed as he received glares of suspicion.
            “I don’t blame you for suspecting me… I’ve proven I can’t be trusted.” The older Luckster then took an arrogant stance. “However, I was surprised as all of you that it was Fujisaki who tried to stop me… I thought for certain Hagakure had stumbled back into me, or that Ishimaru tripped. Either way, I knew someone had gotten killed… I could feel a great deal of blood splashing onto me, and there was that sound of a body collapsing… I made a calculated decision in that moment… Based on the sound of where the body fell, I suspected the person had neatly fallen beneath the table… I didn’t want to be caught with a bloody tablecloth after the lights came back on, so I managed to replace the cloth already on the table… In the end, a bit of blood ended up on the cloth I took with me back to the storage room, but it didn’t matter since no one searched me.”
            Nagito shook his head side to side.
            “I find it so strange Fujisaki charged me in the darkness like that… He didn’t say a word. One moment I could feel the fast approach of someone, and the next I could feel the blade tearing into sensitive, warm flesh… He didn’t even have time to cry out in pain, I suppose. Was he trying to disarm me? Commit a murder himself? Unless he wrote down his intentions somewhere, we’ll probably never know. In the end, I still killed him.”
            There was a lengthy silence that followed Komaeda’s perspective of events… Naturally, he didn’t sound sorry at all, and no one could pity or sympathize with him… Even with him explicitly stating the reasons for his actions, no one could understand his fanaticism with hope… To a fair number of them, he was just a crazy psycho that they were glad wouldn’t be living with them anymore… They wouldn’t have to worry about him planning any other murders.
            Getting along would be much easier to do without him around…
            “Erm… Just to clarify, Mister Chihiro Fujisaki did not commit suicide… right…?” Yamada awkwardly asked. At that query, a number of them stiffened; if it had been a suicide, they would have gotten the vote wrong…
            “Not to worry!” Monokuma cheerfully reassured the otaku, rubbing the back of his head bashfully. “Accident or not, Nagito Komaeda is the blackened, so only he will be executed! The rest of you will get to live your happy island lives~!”
            … Why didn’t this feel like much of a victory…?
            Nagito sighed dejectedly.
            “Is it going to be time for me to say my farewells, then? It’s so disappointing that I won’t get to watch these beacons of Hope survive the trials to come… But I suppose it’s enough that I got them started on the right path.”
            Mondo’s face grew purple out of rage as he roared at the older Luckster.
            “The right path?! Like hell we’re going to start killing each other just ‘cause your punk ass killed Fujisaki…!”
            Nagito chuckled lightly.
            “Well, the ‘right’ path isn’t always the easy one… And you can strive to make sure there’s no more deaths, but you might not be able to keep up the resistance when Monokuma keeps presenting motives… But do not Despair! Death is natural, and you’ll only become stronger with each enemy you defeat! Future victims will be mere stepping stones…!”
            “Shut up!!!” Mondo bellowed, having heard enough from the older Luckster. They all had.
            Composing himself a little, Nagito straightened up and smiled… plainly. Like he wasn’t about to die.
            “I really did enjoy our time together, short as it may have been… May we meet again in our next life.” Nagito sighed contentedly, leaving a good number of them frustrated that he wasn’t more panicked or regretful… This would be their last memory of Komaeda.
            With nothing left to say, Monokuma smacked a big red button with a gavel, and an 8-bit pixelated version of Komaeda was dragged off by Monokuma on the screens above them. The real Komaeda was ensnared by a chain around his neck, and he was yanked into the elevator shaft before being dragged up… and up… and up…
            ~*~
            Hajime stared at the computer screens with an empty expression as Nagito’s execution came to an unmerciful end. Beside him, Komaeda’s classmates were just as disturbed. The Luckster was fired up in a rocket that had a boomerang design to it… The rocket had all sorts of malfunctions during takeoff, but in spite of them, Komaeda cleared the stratosphere. That was when the rocket’s nonsensical design kicked in… and brought Komaeda hurtling back down to earth… And in spite of the crash-landing, Komaeda had somehow survived it through sheer luck…
            Only for a Monokuma-shaped meteor to come crashing down on him. And the damn thing was on fire.
            Hajime could see Mikan, Chiaki, and Miss Yukizome were crying. Fuyuhiko and Natsumi looked frustrated and angry. And Peko, Tanaka, Mitarai, and the Imposter all looked disturbed. Hajime himself felt disturbed by the bizarre execution that was, quite frankly, overkill. He didn’t know Komaeda well enough to be angry or sad like the others, though he’d comfort them in their grief.
            Now more than ever, they needed to stick together.
            “… I guess that’s it, then.” Fuyuhiko growled out through gritted teeth. He kicked the computer terminal next to him. Violently.
            “H-He’s not… There’s not going to be any more executions like that, are there?” Mitarai whispered feebly, shrinking in on himself. Though they all wanted to answer in the negative… They knew it’d only be a matter of time now. Monokuma was skilled in exploiting weaknesses. They knew this.
            “We just… have to retake control before the next motive happens…” Nanami mumbled dejectedly, returning to her workstation and try to communicate with Usami. Gekkogahara-senpai was trying everything on her end, even as the trial and execution were going.
            “I’m going for a walk, then.” Fuyuhiko decided bitterly as he stomped out of the room, Peko at his heels.
            The rest of them weren’t too sure what to do, so they stayed and watched the post-trial interactions. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Monokuma decided to not restore Class 78’s memories just yet, but it was also a relief… Because once the bear did restore their memories – if he could – then they would have a new set of problems…
            ~*~
            Whether they liked it or not, life moved on after an uneasy night of rest. The fourteen survivors met up in the cafeteria shortly after the morning announcement, like they had in previous days. The morning greetings were reserved and awkward; it was clear no one was in the mood to talk.
            Even if Komaeda had ‘deserved’ to die, there was still Fujisaki’s death weighing on all their minds.
            Well… most of them were grieving, anyway.
            “I see you’re all still moping.” Togami deadpanned, being the last to arrive. Mondo stood up aggressively as he raised his fist.
            “What’d you say, you son of a bitch?!” The biker growled, temple throbbing.
            The heir rolled his eyes.
            “Come on. Are you seriously dwelling on either of them? Komaeda fired the first shot, and it’s clear Fujisaki had been up to something suspicious. Constantly thinking about that first murder, you can’t tell me not a single one of you is worried the person right next to you could snap next.”
            That got more than a few of them to clam up. Asahina was quick to reject Togami’s pessimism, though.
            “What the hell?! Two of our friends are dead, and you’re acting like they deserved it!”
            “Didn’t they?” Togami asked mockingly. “Komaeda committed murder. Fujisaki did something as reckless as stealing night vision goggles, and then charged a man with a knife. You can’t even deny the possibility that Fujisaki wanted to leave this island!”
            Makoto shook his head and looked down sadly.
            “Even if it’s ‘possible’, I don’t think that was the case… There’s no way we can know what Fujisaki was trying to do. Not now. All we can do… is keep their memory alive. The kind of people they were before Monokuma came along.”
            Togami just rolled his eyes, while everyone else seemed to lighten up a little from Makoto’s determination. While they did have doubts, Makoto’s optimism was much more appealing than suspecting everyone around them. It made life on the island… more bearable.
            And then, like the optimism had summoned him, Monokuma appeared…
            “I haven’t caught you all at a bad time, right? Good. One of my Monobeasts is missing!” The bear angrily grumbled.
            Hagakure scratched his head in confusion.
            “Huh…? You mean one of those gigantic robomonsters? How’d you lose one of those…?”
            “Could it be… they were destroyed?!” Ishimaru asserted boldly.
            Monokuma huffed in annoyance.
            “I don’t know! But if you guys see it, tell it to return to its post! Geez… So undependable… If you kids don’t know, what could have happened to it…?” Monokuma muttered incomprehensibly before leaving as abruptly as he had appeared.
            Leon grinned nervously.
            “Could one of ‘em really have been destroyed…?”
            Kirigiri ran a hand through her hair.
            “That was clearly a façade. The bear’s shown he can be serious, and I doubt he’d take the destruction of his ‘beast’ so lightly. He wants us to check out another island…”
            “That would seem to be the case…” Celes concurred, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
            “Could it be some ‘reward’ for surviving the first trial…?” Mukuro mused.
            Nobody was sure how to respond to that. If it took a class trial to open up one of those islands…
            “Oooh… Don’t tell me you all worked it out so soon!” Monomi pouted as she appeared before them. Her paws were over her head fearfully, ears drooped down. “Let’s all get along…!”
            … Well, that answered that question. Yet it raised so many others.
            ~*~
            With a new island opened up, it didn’t take long for everyone to agree to explore the new island. About the only holdout was Fukawa, who decided to stay behind in her room. Everyone else went to investigate with the hopes of finding a way off of Jabberwock or of finding a clue behind the mastermind’s identity.
            “So this is the new island…” Sayaka mused as she, Makoto, and Mukuro paused on the bridge and looked out at the second island. Some ruins could be seen, as well as an older-looking modern building, which gave this new island a different ambience from the one before it.
            “We gain nothing from standing here, let’s move.” Mukuro remarked, and the three trudged on. Though the ruins had them the most curious, they decided to save those for last, instead checking out a diner and parking lot area first. Mondo was in the parking lot and looking around; they decided to let him be for now and peek into the diner, where Celes and Yamada were.
            “You’re telling me… there isn’t any tea here, either…?” There was an edge to Celes’s tone that made Makoto and Sayaka nervous. Yamada, though, seemed unperturbed by the dark aura Celes was giving off, as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.
            “This state of affairs is unacceptable!” The gambler roared, finally making the otaku reel back in terror… and Makoto and Sayaka, as well.
            Celes could really change personalities on a dime, huh.
            “N-Now, now, Miss Ludenberg… I’m certain if we searched the supermarket again…”
            “They do not have the equipment to brew the milk with the tea! It must be royal milk tea!”
            “Aiiieee! Y-Yes, Ms. Ludenberg…!”
            Mukuro was left staring at Yamada and Celes’s antics for a while, before she realized Makoto and Sayaka had slipped out as quickly as they had entered. Feeling slightly annoyed the idol had gotten one up on her, the soldier hurried to catch up. It looked like their next destination was Chandler Beach, which was further up the small road leading to the diner, through a tunnel.
            Unlike the beach from the first island, this one had a beach house, along with a few chairs and umbrellas spread throughout the beach. Sakura and Asahina were already out there, and Hagakure and Leon were in the beach house. Though it was a nice area, it didn’t offer any clues to the mastermind or a way off the island, so the trio moved on after a little investigating.
            The next building they found was a pharmacy. Ishimaru seemed to be looking into it, taking stock of what was there. Nothing seemed out of place, so they moved on to the library, where Togami was… as well as Fukawa, who had claimed she was going to stay in her room…It became clear she was trying to follow Togami around, though.
            The interesting thing about the library, aside from the books about serial killers that Fukawa seemed especially wary of, was the guidebook about Jabberwock Island. Within its contents, they found a number of contradictions – according to it, the five islands were supposedly furnished to be resorts, while the central island supposedly had an administrative building; the bronze statue of five animals in Jabberwock Park had been in the lobby of that administration building; and finally, according to the guidebook the only way to travel between the islands was by boat, as the plans to build bridges were scrapped due to environmentalists.
            They relied on Togami to read the guidebook, since it was in another language. And they all assumed it was just an old one, since everything they’d seen contradicted it. Of course, Monokuma took that opportunity to show up and hint at the sinister group that had brought them to the island and stolen their memories, but he wouldn’t explain anything.
            Once they were finished up examining the library, they all moved on to the ruins, where Kirigiri had called everyone. It sounded like she discovered something…
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