#the interviewer is gonna have to get talked down from making it extravagant or ridiculously complex

[kissmefriendly]

Okay I’ve started outlining the first instalment of The Amelia Project crossover fics.

For anyone who’s wondering which one I’m starting with. It’s Hornblower. I’m sorry. I enjoy way too much historical fiction for it not to be and there is a certain somebody’s death that still pisses me off so it’s only right that —

:)

[vxiermoved]

Trust me, you're way too cute for me to shoot.

《Chapter 1: Excuse me, the fuck?》

Notes:

I'm high on meds so here is what i managed to put together. I decided to put in a bunch of Japanese symbolism and stuff so that was some fun research.

Some terms:

Oyabun: Head of a Yakuza Group. (Godfather is the head of a mafia)

Haori: A kimono jacket, the same shape as the kimono but about half the length, worn on top of the longer kimono. Haori kimono jackets do not overlap at the front like other kimono, they lie slightly open.

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 The woman quivers in her seat, breath hitching as she reaches a trembling hand out. She takes the book from his gloved hands, unable to tear her eyes off the glare on his face.

“What is the reason for your travel to Tokyo, sir?” she asks, voice quaking as she stamps the page and scans the ticket.

“Visiting.” The Godfather replies simply, taking back his passport once she was done. The immigration officer knows she shouldn’t be letting him pass but the papers are all in place, he passed the interview and to be honest, she was terrified as hell.

When she sees more men in the line behind him, with the same fearsome eyes and malicious grins, she thinks she might melt then and there.

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“Is Japan always this quiet?” asks Sara, her curls bouncing on her shoulders as she turns her head to look out the car window. The Madej gang has just landed in Tokyo that morning, word must have spread around quick because there was barely any people on the streets apart from some occasional pedestrians.

 “This sounds reckless, this is a reckless plan.” Shane comments as he finishes cleaning parts of his gun, setting it on his lap before assembling it back. The Godfather laughs at his comment and nods, earning a glare from his son.

“Where are we even going?” this time it was Andrew who asked, raising an eyebrow at the Godfather. Sweat is beginning to form on the man’s forehead, despite it not being hot and there is only the four of them in the car. Sara hands Andrew a handkerchief, which he took gratefully. It is an understatement to say that the whole gang is nervous. They are setting foot on foreign soil, on one of their largest enemies’ turf.

“Where are we going?” the Godfather repeats the question rhetorically, “Well, I’d rather keep it a secret. It’s fun that way.” All three heads turn to look at him; one glaring, one in disbelief, one in exasperation. The Godfather let a few moments of silence pass for dramatic effect before laughing out loud, so loud it caused the driver to jump slightly. “I’m just messing with ya.” Shane rolls his eyes as he slides his gun back into its holster. “We’re gonna go visit the Onryos.”

There is a chorus of “What?”, “Who?!”, and finally “Excuse me, the fuck?”. The Godfather laughs again as the car turns a corner and stops in front of a looming gate. “Oh we’re here.” The gates itself was massive, solid iron with two large faces on each door. One is of a woman, all white except the black and red that makes up her eyes, nose and mouth. Her expression is soft as she smiles down at them, the driver decides to comment upon seeing them staring at the masks.

“That is Okame, goddess who brings luck.” Shane turns to the other. An angry man, red skin with glaring yellow eyes and a long nose. “That is Tengu, protector of sacred forests and mountains.”

The four nod at his words as the gate begins to swing open. Shane keeps his eye on the masks as they drive past it and into the estate. He thought the entrance was pretty extravagant, boy was he wrong. They drive for another solid 10 minutes before actually reaching the main house. The building resembles a traditional Japanese home, the only thing that sets it apart is the fact that it was the size of a fucking mansion. Sara buzzed in her seat and grabs Andrew, shaking him due to her excitement.

“Now, now Sara. Remember, we’re here for business.” Coos the Godfather, placing an arm on her shoulder. The capo immediately tones down and salutes playfully, earning smiles all around. The four exits the car as at least a couple dozen more similar vehicles roll into the main lobby, groups of suited men and women exit their respective vehicles. Shane eyes the place, hand on the gun hanging on his waist. He puts on his coat, covering the weapon as he slides his hands in the pockets. After a few minutes of chattering, Andrew points out a man walking towards them. Shane feels himself step back, seems like many others did so. The man was wearing a blue mask, something similar to a horned monster with teeth bared and furious eyes. Other than that, Shane notices tufts of silver hair peeking from behind the mask as well as the dark blue yukata.

“Welcome,” starts the man, bowing down and placing his hands behind his back. “We have been expecting you, please follow me. The rest are waiting for you in the main hall.” With that, the masked man turns his back to them and walks into the house. The mafia members look at each other for a brief second before the Godfather follows in, everyone else trailing behind their boss.

“Oh, and please take off your shoes.”

They are led into a series of corridors. Shane tries to map the structure based on where they go and what he sees but it is futile, it was too big. Sara was busy staring at almost everything they pass: the paintings, the tatami rooms, the sliding doors, the large garden, the courtyard, even the female servants that walk pass. Eventually, they arrive at a separate building behind the house. It was large enough for a family of four, so yes, impressive to say the least. The masked fellow slides open the door for them, entering first and beckoning for them to follow. The first thing Shane notices are the thin cushions set out on the floor for them, all of them. Next was the fact that the ‘main hall’ was ridiculously spacious, high ceilings and the lot. Finally, he spots two people seated across from them and the sea of cushions. They were masked like the man who came to greet them, except the one in the middle was wearing a mask of deep purple with gold horns and the one on his right was wearing a black one with red horns. Shane feels someone tugging at his sleeves and looks down to see Sara, pale faced and tense. He diverts his gaze to where she is looking and swallows. On the left and right, a wall of a dozen men in green masks surrounds the cushions set out for them. Behind those men is an ocean of other members in white masks, the only difference was that their masks had no horns. Shane realizes that there must be a connection between position and those masks. More importantly, they were greatly outnumbered.

He feels an odd chill run down his spine and a gush of cold air touch his face. It was odd, definitely, but he stood still until ordered to enter. He shivers again, not sure whether it was from the piercing gazes or the coldness of the room.

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While Ryan was in his room, changing, one of the house’s apparitions decided to visit. Half naked and oblivious, Ryan let out a blood-curdling shriek when he feels something touch his ass. The poor man quickly whips around and pulls the clothing in his hand over his chest. The spirit giggles before smiling at him.

“Mistress,” Ryan huffs out, quickly putting on his outfit. “Why are you visiting in the day?”

“I heard they are coming.” She replies, hovering in front of him with a sad expression plastered on her face. In this position, Ryan can see the gun shot wound on her chest. It was a painful sight, he looks away as he slips on the haori to complete his outfit.

“Do you want to join us today?”

“Your father will not allow it, he knows how emotional I get.”

“Well, he can’t really stop you.”

The mistress smiles at him, patting his head even though she knows he can’t feel it. The apparition disappears within a second as Ryan bends down to pick up his mask and weapons, slipping them in the folds of his kimono.

The moment he sets foot in the main hall, all heads turn to stare at him. It was unnerving, a whole swarm of people in terrifying masks turning their heads in sync. Sometimes he wonders why the family chooses to use such masks, its tradition they say. Once the members all realize its Ryan, they start to crowd around him. Some compliment his outfit, some make fun of it, and others just stand around and laugh along. Eventually, Ryan makes his way to the spot on the right side of the Oyabun while Steven sits on the left. The three have simple small talk until there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” yelled Ryan, making sure it was loud enough to be heard on the other side of the hall. The door was pushed to the side and a woman peeks in. It was the head of the household staff, she bows to them before speaking.

“The guests have arrived.”

Those words bring silence into the hall as everyone walks to their respective positions in a practiced matter 

“Thanks, Helen.” Steven stands up and gives a nod to the Oyabun before following her out to the lobby. Ryan places a hand on his chest and feels the rapid thumping of his heart, the Oyabun notices this and stares at him for quite a while. He stares back in uncomfortable silence before he was given a thumbs up and a toothy grin, making him choke and laugh out loud. After calming down, both Ryan and the Oyabun slip on their masks.

Silence.

Ryan scans the room and spots the mistress hovering over the door. She turns to him and the Oyabun, flashing a mischievous smile. Ryan hears the Oyabun sigh and can’t help stifling a laugh. Soon enough, the silence is broken by the sound of the door opening. Ryan keeps his eyes plastered at the figures in the doorway, scanning each and everyone he can spot.

The huge man with the beard in front is probably the boss; the girl with glasses and curls doesn’t seem like the type to be the under boss; maybe the tall one over ther-

Ryan’s train of thought was immediately pulled to a stop. The man was pretty good looking, wonderfully built with intelligent eyes. Ryan notices his pulse starting to go crazy, was this…fear? He quickly shook away the thought when he sees the mistress floating towards the man, she hovers beside him for a while before caressing his cheek. Ryan lifts an eyebrow, thankful for the mask covering his face. There is an indescribable expression on her translucent face, Ryan is pretty sure the Oyabun notices this as well.

“Come in, dear guests!” The Oyabun welcomes, although it sounds more like a command. The group of mafias poured in, they watch on as their “guests” seat themselves on the cushions set out for them. Of course, the boss and the man Ryan had been eyeing sits in the two front cushions; this proves Ryan’s suspicions right.

“Well, pleasant meeting you again.” Starts the Godfather, sitting down cross-legged and smiling at the Oyabun.

 “Can hardly say it’s the same. What are you doing here, Madej?” replies the Oyabun, cold and stern. Ryan continues to watch the mistress, who seems to be transfixed on the tall man. 

“I’m here to offer you something.”

“This one you cannot. I’m here to offer peace.”

“What you offer, I can take myself.”

The Godfather wags a finger before answering.

The Oyabun throws his head back, laughing so loud it echoes throughout the hall. Ryan turns his head towards the Oyabun, much like everyone else. The Godfather raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Peace?” the Oyabun asks in disbelief, “Your family was the one that started all this, mind you.”

 “True, that’s why I’m offering peace through merging.” The Godfather continues. “We are two of the strongest gangs, with both our powers we can monopolize the black market.”

There was a pause.

“Go on.”

“You hold control over the Asia markets, and even some in the United States I see. I hold the rest of the States, Italy, Spain, and Europe. Do you see how large our power could be if they are together? We could even start on Russia. If we can take Australia and North Korea, we would be invincible.”

“That sounds like a stretch, Madej.”

“Well, its only time when the government will ask for our help just like in World War II. Things are pretty rough with the US and North Korea right now.”

“True.” The Oyabun pondered on it for a second before answering. “How do you plan to bring our two gangs togeth-“ His words were cut off by an ear-deafening scream. The ground shook beneath them. Ryan turns his head in time to see the mistress floating in mid-air, wailing.

Shit.

The Oyabun clicked his tongue in annoyance. The mafia, completely caught off guard, quickly stood up and drew out their guns. As if reflex, the yakuza stood up and unsheathed their swords. Soon enough, the quaking slowed to a halt and left a hall full of criminals on edge. Many of the mafia had swords on their necks or chests, while the yakuza had guns pointed in their faces. This includes Ryan who held his prized katana to the neck of the tall man, who happens to be pressing his gun to Ryan’s forehead (thank god for the mask). The man quirks his lips upwards and it makes Ryan want to punch him, unsure if it was out of irritation or something else. Oddly enough, the only one still sitting and relaxed are the two head of the gangs.

“At ease, just a minor tremor.” The Oyabun lies, gesturing for them to put down the weapons. Everyone quickly does as told, well, except Ryan and the man who glare on for a few moments before standing down at the same time. Ryan retreats to his place beside the Oyabun and slides his sword back into its sheath. Sighing, he notices that the mistress managed to disappear amidst the chaos, how convenient.

 “Well, that was fun. But back to business!” the Godfather comments a bit too enthusiastically. “As I was going to answer, I’m proposing a political marriage.

Many heads turn to the Godfather, including Ryan and the rest of the mafia who obviously had no idea bout this plan.

“Who are you offering?” asks the Oyabun, now intrigued in the offer. The Godfather shoots a shit-eating grin as his hand makes an ‘ok’ sign.

“Only the best.”

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It isn’t everyday that a knife would be held at his neck, what an interesting experience. If Shane had been any slower, his favorite shirt would've been ruined by the blood spurting out of his slit throat. Another thing, he never expected to be able to find such fierce eyes. Even when he couldn’t see the rest of the man’s face, those eyes were enough to leave an impression in him; two orbs the shade of warm tea with the intensity enough to boil said tea. Interesting. 

As the crowd disperse back into their seats, Shane can’t help but notice that it wasn’t cold anymore. Something feels wrong, but maybe it was just jet lag. He listens on as his father speaks about a political marriage, yes it was shocking, he never told any of them about this. If the yakuza doesn’t kill his father for making such an absurd proposal, Shane might just take up the job. 

“Only the best.”

 That phrase sets off a red flag. I swear to god if he touches me- The Godfather places a hand on Shane’s shoulder and smiles at the Oyabun.

“My own son, Heir to the Madej Gang. The most ruthless and fearsome in the gang. After me of course.”

Im going to kill him. Shane refrains from sighing and looks up to flash a polite smile at the Oyabun who returns it with pleasure.

 “Interesting..."Replies the Oyabun, tapping at his mask as if thinking. "Do give us some time to think over it. Meanwhile, why don’t you join me for tea? Your men can go have lunch" the man stands up, standing up and dusting off his kimono. "You are our guests after all.” There was an emphasis on the guest, for what reason Shane doesn't know.

“That sounds wonderful.” Joins the Godfather who stands up after, causing the rest of the yakuza and mafia to do the same. Shane finally lets out a small sigh before the whole gang was led out of the main hall. He notices the Godfather disappearing with the Oyabun along with the man in the black mask trailing behind the huge crowd. Now that he looks at the man properly, he’s quite… small? Smaller than he realized; it draws out a small chuckle from within him.

[getyouraoion]

‘✩’ heart eyes//

The Ultimate Relationship Meme! <3

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? They both are - Thankfully they don’t fight often in the least, but when they get into a really heated fight, they’re both a little prone to getting a little on the loud side. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither. After everything they’ve survived, they just… Can’t do that to each other.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? During the war, they both technically did - Dennis left the Lancers when he was outed as a spy and Aoi left him after that in anger - but that was the one and only time. Now that they’re actually together, neither would. Ever.Who trashes the house? Neither.Do either of them get physical? No. Aoi has slapped him, back when he left the Lancers during the war, but it’s something she 100% regrets and Dennis’s long since let it go under the belief he deserved it for the hurt he’d caused. That, just like the leaving, was the one and only time.How often do they argue/disagree? Not often at all? They occassionally have small disagreements, but actually arguing and fighting’s pretty rare.Who is the first to apologise? Tied! <3 They’re both pretty aware of when they’ve gone wrong and tend to blurt it out together XD

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Definitely plan on it! Be it biological children or adoption, they’ve totally talked about it and plan on having a family~If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Dennis’s mentioned wanting twins to Aoi (which they’ll probably have twin daughters <3), but they’ve also agreed on adopting - There’s no telling how many ids they’ll have.Who is the favorite parent? Leans a little more towards Dennis thanks to his expertise with magic <3Who is the authoritative parent? Aoi TRIES to be, but we all know how that works out XDWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Aoi! At least, for legitimate sick reasons, and if they’re just burned out she’ll give them a day to just stay home and relax. She and Dennis both agree they need their schooling (especially since they’ll be getting better schooling than they did), but everyone needs a sick day!Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Dennis~ And usually through magic tricks, to boot~Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? They both do! Unless one of them’s out of town, they wouldn’t miss it for the world!Who goes to parent teacher interviews? They both do, though Dennis often has to nudge Aoi along once they’re there. She’s not exactly fond of meeting with teachers and he knows sometimes, she needs a little coaxing to keep walking. <3Who changes the diapers? They both do~Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Both, taking turns with it - But they’re also both prone to the first one up taking care of everything so the other can get the rest they need.Who spends the most time with the children? Totally tied~ Aoi works from home and while they both hold ties still to Academia, their home is in Heartland now, giving magic shows and helping out as much as possible. They’re rarely far from their kids~Who packs their lunch boxes? Tag team effort! They take half each and write little notes to add in, signing them together <3Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Dennis. Aoi’s too busy being a blushy, flustered mess in the corner and she trusts Dennis to be informative without being embarrassing with it - And if all else fails, it’s time to bring in Uncle Aster!Who cleans up after the kids? They both do~Who worries the most? Dennis, though he tries not to show it. Aoi’s not far behind him on that front.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Uncle Shun. XD

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? They both love it~! At the end of the day, it’s kindda easy to find them flopped somewhere, cuddling and winding down~Who is the little spoon? Aoi~ She loves the feeling of security of being the little spoon to his big~Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Aoi slips occasionally - Definitely not on purpose, but if it happens, 99 times out of 100 it’s her fault XDWho struggles to keep their hands to themself?  Aoi! She finds comfort in knowing he’s there, so she’s always trying to keep him close, even with something as small as holding his hand.How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? uncomfortable enough to change positions? Probably about 30, 45 minutes or so? To actually STOP cuddling? Pffffft they could be cuddling for hours~Who gives the most kisses? Aoi! She’s prone to just outright peppering Dennis in little kisses, especially when she’s excited <3What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Magic shows (either for each other or for Heartland’s kids), dueling, and cooking~Where is their favourite place to cuddle? On the couch, in front of a movie - Though second place goes to in bed (especially after a nightmare).Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Aoi~How often do they get time to themselves? Before they have kids, pretty often; they have quite a few pets and help in rebuilding Heartland, but otherwise they live alone and enjoy it. After they have kids, their time alone is usually kept to when the house is otherwise empty, or in the evenings, when all the kids’re in bed <3

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither~ One of them might occasionally snort of make a noise, but there’’s not really any snoring~If both do, who snores the loudest? Neither~Do they share a bed or sleep separately? When they first started living together, they slept separately, save for when nightmares hit. After getting together, though, they kindda migrated towards sharing a bed.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy up~ Who talks in their sleep? Aoi does, though it’s incredibly rare and usually due to a really severe nightmare-What do they wear to bed? Aoi has a pair of short pink plaid shorts and a light pink tanktop, though she later picks up a nightgown or two for warmer nights. Dennis likely ends up in sleep pants and a random shirt~Are either of your muses insomniacs? They have odd night when neither of them can seep, but they’re not exactly insomniacs-Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Not unless one of them is really sick and can’t sleep.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Wrap their limbs around each other~ Aoi’s a cuddler when it comes to bedtime - even if they don’t stay that way, they at least start with it~Who wakes up with bed hair? They both do, but Dennis’s is more easily managed XDWho wakes up first? Dennis! Aoi rarely ever gets up before he does~Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? They’re both prone to this, but slightly more Aoi. She loves spoiling him rotten~What is their favourite sleeping position? If they’re not spooning to sleep, Aoi’s snuggled up into his side with his arms loosely wrapped around her <3Who hogs the sheets? Dennis~ Half the time as a joke, the other half just naturally tangling up in them~Do they set an alarm each night? While Dennis doesn’t nessecarially need one, they keep one set for Aoi, just to make sure she’s not sleeping in to noon. XD Otherwise, they only really set one if they have to be up early the next morning, of if it’s a school day and they need to get their kids up.Can a television be found in their bedroom? A small one, perhaps - Not too often used, but when it is it’s usually for cheap horror movies XDWho has nightmares? Both. They don’t exactly like talking about them, but they do.Who has ridiculous dreams? Aoi - Bear in tutus anyone? XDWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Aoi does, though usually as a joke XD Occassionally she finds Dennis doing it and she cracks up every time~Who makes the bed? Team effort~!What time is bed time? Whenever they get there, really? They enjoy stargazing and have a habit of falling asleep on the couch cuddling, so they rarely have a set bed time for themselves - But they do set one for the kids~Any routines/rituals before bed? Aoi spends some time letting down and brushing out her hair, and they brush their teeth together. Dennis checks and makes sure the doors are locked and the pets (and kids) are comfortable and settled, and after some joking and teasing, it’d off to bed they go~ Though the teasing tends to wind down into some softer, lighter talking once they’re under the covers~Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Dennis, until he gets his coffee <3

Work:

Who is the busiest? Originally Dennis, since he’s more active in the rebuilding efforts and magic shows (With his co-star, Aoi~), though Aoi catches up once she starts making clothes to sell.Who rakes in the highest income? Kindda tied? Possibly moreso Dennis-Are any of your muses unemployed? For a bit, they both technically are, though his ties to Academia ensure he still has work if he needs it, though they both later end up working.Who takes the most sick days? Aoi, considering she works from home and is her own boss~Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Still Aoi~Who sucks up to their boss? Dennis XDWhat are their jobs? They both volunteer and help rebuild Heartland, and also put on magic shows for the kids. Aside from that, Dennis still holds ties to Academia and teaches the XYZ Dimension’s kids how to duel and how to be dueltainers. Aoi occasionally joins in on his classes, but she also starts a clothing line to help out everyone.Who stresses the most? Pretty even- Aoi’s more likely to show it, though.Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Absolutely love it~ Aside from Academia, Aoi’d still be happy to see the place roast-Are your muses financially stable?For the most part, yep. They’re not gonna go on any extravagant spending spree, but they really don’t have to worry about too much.

Home:

Who does the washing? Aoi~Who takes out the trash? Dennis~Who does the ironing? Aoi, only because she swears he’d probably try a magic trick with the iron and would rather not nurse a burn - She’s teasing, though~!Who does the cooking? They both do, and they have fun with it~Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither!Who is messier? Aoi, though she tries not to be~Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Aoi might occasionally, but it’s not often-Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Rarely on both of them, but it’s usually on days they’re both drop-dead tired and just want to crawl into bed.Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither~Who is the prankster around the house? Both of them like you wouldn’t believe-! XD Pranking is one of their favorite passtimes XDWho loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Aoi does - It’s why she hands Dennis the keys and lets him handle it, especially after losing them a few dozen times!Who mows the lawn? Dennis~Who answers the telephone? They both do, but there’s something about hearing Dennis say “Mackfield residence” that just makes her melt <3Who does the vacuuming?Aoi, partly because she loves listening to music while she does and singing and dancing along the way~Who does the groceries? Team effort! Planning meals is a lot esier when they do the shopping together~Who takes the longest to shower? Aoi, because she keeps stopping to daydream and spends more time with her hair XDWho spends the most time in the bathroom? Still Aoi. She tends to spend a fair amount of time just tying her hair up into the usual pigtails, but that’s a step cut out after she gets pregnant.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Not really?How many cars do they own? Just one~ Aoi has no problems walking places, but with a family and pets a car was just a wise investment.Do they own their home or do they rent? Start out renting, likely eventually own~Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? In the city~ It’s kindda close to the coast, but not close enough, for sure.Do they live in the city or in the country? City~Do they enjoy their surroundings? Definitely! Aoi’s surprised with how much she loves living in Heartland~What’s their song? Magic - Colbie CaillatWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Dennis has his magic tricks and dueling, among friends and kids to teach and companions in his performages, while Aoi has her sewing work and family in Yuya and Yugo and their friends to keep them distracted. The more days/longer they’re apart, though, the more they feel it - Spacing out, looking for ways to get in touch with each other, thinking about going home… Aoi’s even prone to completely zoning out to the point even Yuya could drop a hip hippo on her and she’d not notice for several minutes.Where did they first meet? Er… Maiami City?How did they first meet? Aoi was recruited to help out with keeping people hydrated on an overly hot day - And among those people was Dennis, taking a break from the heat. Handing him a sandwich led to a flower… And from a flower to a friendship~Who spends the most money when out shopping? Aoi; she has a habit of spacing out prices on things and not paying attention to how much she’s spending until after the fact. Thankfully it doesn’t happen often and rarely, if ever, does she go too overboard (and never to the point it’d put them in financial trouble), but she never fails t feel absolutely horrible about it afterwards.Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? There’s a few chuckles, but they’re restricted to falls that don’t cause any hurts. Otherwise, there’s just a cheery smile and a reach to help the other up~Any mental issues? There’s a bit of PTSD-Who’s terrified of bugs? Aoi. NO CREEPY CRAWLIES THANKS-Who kills the spiders around the house? Dennis, because Aoi’s up on that table over there-Their favourite place? Aoi would argue anywhere where they can be together, but there’s a particular place they go for stargazing that might just be it-Who pays the bills? Team effort~ Do they have any fears for their future? Aoi still fears Academia, and worries about peace falling through because of them. They both worry about how things’ll work out sometimes, and both fuss over their kids. All it takes is one person looking at their kids (or them) like Academia did for them to worry.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? They both do, though slightly more Dennis~Who uses up all of the hot water? Aoi occasionally (rarely) does fussing over her hair~Who’s the tallest? Dennis, by a full head~Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both guilty~ It’s sometimes for the sake of getting in and out as fast as possible on days they need to rush, but mostly just because they can XDWho wanders around in their underwear? On a hot day, more than likely gonna find Aoi doing it-Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Aoi~!What do they tease each other about? Everything. XD Dennis loves getting her blushing and flustered and thinks it’s cute when she is, and Aoi loves to tease him over just about anything~Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Hands down Dennis. XD While he’s not always a fashion icon himself, Aoi’s style is definitely not always the best and she knows his flinches are a “Please no” XDDo they have mutual friends? They do! Nearly all their friends are mutual ones- The only ones that aren’t, really, are Yuri (Aoi hates him, Dennis is his friend), Yugo (Doesn’t exactly like Dennis), Yuto (not fond of Fusion natives in the first place), and Shun (would probably still rather outright deck Dennis).Who crushed first? More than likely Aoi~Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nope~Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Neither-Who swears the most? Neither one of them really swears often in the least? Perhaps slightly more Dennis?

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Chapter one

     Z A Y N

        It’s so stupid, Zayn thinks to himself as he puts his phone back into his pocket. He thought he had gotten away from all of this shit when he left Modest! Management. When he left behind his boys and the band. But no, just because they did a music video together where they acted all loved up and sexual and now she has been papped in a building right next to the one he was in, everyone thinks they are dating and his management immediately jumped on that bad wagon. Elise, his assistant, had gotten a call while he was in the studio for his radio interview and as soon as the ON AIR light went out, she pulled him out of the room and shoved the phone into his hand.

           “Just meet her for lunch at that little café between your two buildings.” Denise, his PR manager had said into his ear. “You don’t have to do anything extravagant, just let people think what they want to.”

           “We haven’t even spoken since we filmed that music video,” He had hissed at her into the phone as his security led him out of the radio station and into the lobby of the high-rise building in LA. “Why would she be willing to even hang out with me, let alone let people think we were together?”

           “Well Zayn, I didn’t think I would have to remind you that you are a hot, famous musician, who has become a brand name in the industry since he went solo and landed himself a couple of Grammy’s, let alone who just released a clothing line for one of the hottest brands in town. Why would a gorgeous young model be willing to pretend to date you?” She had asked sarcastically. Zayn had just sighed. “Listen, I already called her people and they ran it by her and she is in. You guys meet up and it won’t even look like it was a last minute thing.”

           “But I don’t want her getting the wrong idea. Yeah, if we hang out and hit it off, maybe we could become friends, but if she thinks there is a possibility of something more, we are stopping this immediately.”

           When he had hung up with Denise, they had finally made it to the lobby. Before Zayn had been prepared to just head back to his house and chill for the day but now he had to go meet up with someone he barely knew and pretend to be happy about it. He was shaking with anger about the whole situation. Regardless of whatever the general public thinks, he hadn’t wanted to leave One Direction behind. He was proud of what they did and the people they became, the fun memories they had and the close friendships they had built. No the reason he had left was because the management forced him out. He was getting tired of the shit they pulled on him, on all of them. Forcing them into relationships with poor girls who were wasting their time when they could be actually falling in love with someone, forcing them to record and sing songs that they had very little part in writing or coming up with. They struggled and fought endlessly to get management to allow them to show even a shred of their own creativity. Even when they let them write the songs and have some creative leeway on Four, they still vetoed and argued with most of what the boys wanted.

The real hardship for Zayn, what really forced him to leave in the end, was the way management was forcing him to marry Perrie. Originally, they had promised to just have the two get engaged for a while and then they could eventually break up. But then they decided that wasn’t enough and had told Zayn he had no choice. And it was one thing to be engaged to someone he didn’t even love, but to get married to someone he didn’t love was the end for him.

The worst part was the sad looks the boys gave him as they saw him becoming more and more a shadow of himself. The pressure to get married, to pretend to be in love, to pretend he didn’t have other songs he wanted to record, and to pretend he wasn’t in love with his best friend was wearing on him. He started to close down even more, especially in the public eye, talking less in front of cameras and onstage. He was losing weight to the point where fans and gossip mags were saying he was on drugs. And management let them continue to believe it, rather than denying the rumors and god forbid the truth got out.

While the boys never fully confronted him about it, he knew that they had figured it out. They started to subtly force food on him whenever they had the chance and barely let him out of their sight. But it was management who confronted him about it, yelling at him for the bad image it would give him and the band and how ridiculous he was being. In the end, his anxiety and depression spiked so much and the eating disorder was getting so bad that his mom and dad couldn’t stand it anymore. When management gave him the “shape up or get out” ultimatum, he chose the only one he could at that point. The boys had been tearful and worried when he told them but they had understood. Management had always seemed hardest on Zayn and they could tell he would only get worse because of it. So the split had been amicable.

When management didn’t get the reaction they had wanted from the split, they told Zayn the only way he would be able to leave was if he signed an agreement that said he would end contact with the boys while they were still under contract. And while it killed him even more inside, he signed on the dotted line. Since then he had changed numbers, gotten new management, and built his career back up from the ashes. He hadn’t contacted the boys or answered any of their reach outs to him, and it had been the hardest part of the whole split. He had no idea what management was telling them about him, and if they were trying to turn his best friends against him. He had kept tabs on them and was so proud of the way they had continued to flourish. Then when the tour for their new album had ended, the boys announced they were taking a break and Zayn had been shocked. And when it was a year later and they were all coming out with solo opportunities and living separate lives, Zayn had started to gain hope. Maybe they had finished their contracts with Modest and had moved on before management screwed their lives up even more.

“You’re in studio 2 today, Mr. Payne.”

Zayn’s head whipped up as he heard the receptionist at the front desk in the lobby. He didn’t let himself believe it was possible until his eyes locked with brown ones that he used to know better than anyone else’s.

“Liam.” He breathed out quietly and he saw Liam inhale sharply.

“Zayn, we need to get you to the café next door now.” Bruce, one of his security detail told him with a hand on his shoulder. But Zayn couldn’t look away from Liam, he was frozen. He knew that Elise was probably standing by the door tapping her foot with her arms crossed and a frown on her face as she waited for Zayn to get his ass in gear.

“Liam, they are waiting for you in the studio.” Liam’s body guard, Paddy, walked up to him at that point, but when he saw Liam staring off he followed the line of sight until his own eyes landed on Zayn. “Oh, Zayn, alright mate?”

Zayn was drawn out of his trance by Paddy’s voice and nodded his head. “Alright Paddy, see you’re still watching out for this donut, yeah?” Paddy huffed a laugh at that and nodded. Finally, Liam seemed to wake up from his own trance like state.

“Zayn?” He asked hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if it was actually him.

“Yeah, Li.” He said back softly.

Liam ducked his head and swiped at the back of his neck before looking up at Zayn again like they were the only two people in that lobby. And Zayn looked back at him, feeling the same way.

“What are you doing here, Z?” Liam asked tentatively, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to ask questions or act like it hasn’t been a year since they have last talked.

“Yeah, I had a studio recording for a radio interview.” Zayn answered, Liam nodding back. “How ‘bout you mate?”

“Recording for my album. We’re just about done with it, hoping to release it next month.” Liam said, ducking his head again to hide the flush on his face. Zayn’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Li, that’s amazing!” Zayn said, causing Liam to look up at him with a hesitant smile on his face. They stood there smiling at each other for a few moments before Liam seemed to snap out of it, frown on his face and shaking his head.

“Well, I best be going.” Liam said, waving his hand in the general direction of the recording studios. Zayn started nodding, feeling like a stupid bobble head all of a sudden.

“Yeah, course. Go make that brilliant record, mate. Know you’re gonna smash it.” Zayn said. Liam nodded, looking at him again for a moment before turning away.

“Zayn, you need to be across the street like, 5 minutes ago.” Elise huffed, pulling on his arm. But Zayn was too distracted, locked on Liam’s back as he walked away.

“Leeyum, wait!” He called out, and watched as his former best friend froze in his steps. It seemed to take forever until he finally turned around, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for Zayn to continue. Zayn pulled his arm out of Elise’s grip and moved towards Liam, whose eyebrows seemed to shoot up out of utter surprise. “Can we meet? Catch up? You can come to my place later tonight, we can have dinner and just chill.”

He waited as Liam stood there, mouth gaping open, his heart sinking into his stomach as Liam finally unfroze and shook his head again while looking down at his feet.

“Please.” Zayn whispered.

Liam’s head snapped up again, eyes searching Zayn’s face before finally nodding. Zayn tried not to scream out in happiness or break down into tears and instead handed his phone to Liam.

“Put your number in, I’m assuming you’ve gotten quite a few new numbers since we last talked.” Zayn asked, handing over his phone. He knew Liam liked to switch his phone number every few months in case it got leaked, and he tried not to dwell on the fact that it brought up the large gap in time where they hadn’t spoken. Liam was slowly taking the phone and typing away, so Zayn was counting it as a win. “I’ll text you my address.”

Liam handed back the phone and nodded. They locked eyes again for a couple of moments before Liam started backing away.

“See you soon, Zayn.” He said, and then turned around and walked away.

This time Zayn let Elise pull him from the building, blind to the flashing of cameras, and deaf to the screams of fans. All he could think about was seeing Liam later, being just the two of them again, and hopefully getting back to being them again. He knew he wouldn’t be great company while meeting with Gigi, but he figured that would help get the message across that he was simply doing it because of management. Because if there was anyone he wanted to be with at that moment, it was definitely not her. It was Liam.