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The sudden emergence of a voice from directly in front of him dragged Shintaro back to his senses, and he dragged his gaze away from his battered phone to regard the person he had bumped instead. He immediately forgot all about his dropped phone, struck senseless by the unexpectedly gratuitous view he had of the woman’s body before him. She had a nice figure, he was quick to notice, one that set his virgin heart thudding in his chest. His eyes trailed from her hips up her exposed abdomen, lingering over her chest, and finally up to hold unsteadily on her own gaze, already studying him. His face flushed red when he noticed this, and he voiced a quick “S-sorry!”, averted his eyes again, casting them back down to the ground. Back to his phone, the reminder of which caused his stomach to drop.

Undoubtedly, it was ruined. He would have to try to turn it on again before he could determine that for sure, but he would be surprised if the device would be able to boot back up after soaring so far and falling to the hard concrete. Likely, he would have to buy an entirely new one, a realisation of which shook him at his core to consider. Well, it wasn’t like he used his phone for things like calls and texts too often, but since he did use it to keep in touch with his mom, it was kind of important.

His gaze snapped back to the woman, staring at the offered phone for a moment before accepting it. Barely daring to breathe, he brushed his thumb over the power button. Dismay anew flooded through him as the cracked screen remained blank, and he struggled against the shaking in his knees to keep his footing. Still, all hope was not yet lost. He still had the computer back at his place, so it wasn’t like this kind of thing was a death sentence…

“C-can you really?” he asked, pulled abruptly out of these thoughts when the stranger spoke up again. Well, the collision was mostly his fault, so she probably really didn’t owe him anything, but since she was kind enough to offer something like that anyway, could he really turn it down? Maybe, just maybe, he should have anyways, but this small reservation he held was outweighed by his desire for a new phone.

That’s Busted || ~Shintaro and Cana~

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That’s Busted || ~Shintaro and Cana~

It had been another long, exhausting day of dealing with customers. Well, Shintaro had to admit, it wasn’t too bad for the most part – comparatively, at least. Like, given that it was something he had to do in order to earn his living, it was somewhat manageable, only getting better on the whole each passing day as he got more acclimated to this kind of job little by little. There were always a few customers, however, that made him just want to quit his job right then and there. Some were unbelievably stupid, some were just rude, and some were a horrible, appalling mix of the two traits. He had been unfortunate to end his shift handling one such customer, one who had raised his voice each time Shintaro tried to explain something, but luckily the issue had been resolved and the barista got to clock out.

As he didn’t live too far from the Starbucks he worked at, Shintaro opted to go ahead and brave the streets and walk home after work. Though he felt as if he might melt under the sun’s scorching heat, it was a resourceful and cheap way of getting there and back. Still, as a fragile hikiNEET, he was particularly prone to the heat, and already the collar and underarms of his shirt were drenched in sweat. As he traversed the distance, he decided to browse the net on his phone to take his mind off his discomfort and see what kinds of things he had missed since his last perusal. The sidewalk was never too crowded at this time, so he wasn’t particularly worried about his lack of attention to the space ahead of him.

And it was this inattention that led him to bump directly into the bartender stepping out after her own shift.

“W-wha—?” he sputtered, watching on in confusion as the phone spun out of his grasp from the sudden impact and landed with a disturbingly loud clack! a few feet away in the road. He was speechless, then, unable to pry his attention from the device as it lay there, cracked and probably broken, so thoroughly distracted by the sense of consternation rising up inside him that he’d forgotten entirely about the person he had just bumped into.

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Saviour || ~Shintaro and Marinette~

The sky above was already darkening as dusk gave way to night, and already a few stars could be glimpsed glittering overhead even in the city. One lamp on a small, neglected street stood flickering, the only lamp left in the vicinity with any power at all to shed light on this stretch of the pavement. Blood streaked the alley mouth, leading deeper in, past the point where the shadows of the surrounding buildings interwove to further obscure whatever gristly scene may lie ahead, further making it a foreboding place that few dared tread.

Yet, if one were to summon the courage, push aside their fear of being stalked and the next to spill blood – basically, if one were to push aside their better sense of judgement – one would find a naught but the lone body of a young man, his jersey tattered and soaked in the same blood still pooling beneath his curled, barely breathing form. Yet he was, undeniably, alone, meaning whoever had attacked him had already fled the scene.

Alone, Shintaro felt like he had very well been left to finish bleeding out. It was a slow, agonising way to die, and he had wished to be killed outright rather than left to such a pointlessly long fate, but already he could feel the warmth of life fleeing his body as coldness seeped in, and the tiny shreds of consciousness he still miraculously held onto was quickly fading. It wasn’t so bad, though, this. The pain had finally begun to fade away as a new numbness crept in its stead, lifting some of the fog that had clouded his thoughts before. He was dying. It was something he had known would happen since the time the weird man with the whale fin and tail had dragged him into this alley, but for some reason had only really sunk in recently. He wasn’t as frightened by the prospect as he’d thought he would be – on the other hand, he welcomed the reprieve from the pain that had so long afflicted him. It felt as if it had been an eternity already, though truthfully it had only been a mere few hours. Part of him still wished he didn’t have to die, but no matter how he looked at it, there was no alternative. His strength had been so thoroughly sapped from him that he could barely keep his eyes open any more, let alone pull himself out of this position.

As he lay there, mulling over such pointless things, ready to give in to the darkness stealing over his vision, a particular sound caught his attention, caused his muscles to tense up and his mind to recoil as a new fear gripped him. It was the clatter of shoes on the pavement, distant and muffled at first, but drawing nearer, more distinct. Nobody knew he was here except for the horrid, wretched creep that had spent so much time tormenting him. Had he come back? He’d left… for good, Shintaro had thought. But maybe he had given into some second thoughts? The idea terrified him, set his heart thudding in his chest with all the energy it could still handle. The footsteps drew closer yet, and his breath caught when they stopped directly behind him.

He was surprised when it was a different voice that spoke.

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A weak shiver racked Shintaro’s spine as his tormentor’s answering laugh shot ice through his body, and he slumped as those too-playful, yet cruel, words shattered the last vestiges of hope he had clung so desperately to. He had already known, though, that his was a lost cause, had known that there hadn’t existed even the faintest shred of hope that this man would let him go so easily. Not while he still drew some sick sense of satisfaction from watching Shintaro writhe and scream in agony. Weakened from blood loss, his writhing had since ceased, and his anguished cries diminished to little more than pitiful whimpers; though he was, for the moment, silent but for his laboured breathing.

The man blew the smoke from his cigarette directly into Shintaro’s face then, eliciting a weak flinch from the hapless victim as the acrid smoke filled his nostrils, overwhelmed his senses and turned his stomach, sending him into a feeble coughing fit as his body worked to expunge the smoke. His wheezing coughing dwindled, leaving him to simply lie there again, prone, waiting for… for what, exactly? Some kind of release from the agony and suffering he was forced to endure. But it wouldn’t be so simple. This man was, if anything, methodical in his approach of inflicting pain, being careful to both keep the unfortunate victim alive and awake, to thoroughly feel the sharp fangs tearing through his skin each and every time. This was true Hell… to be faced with such torture endlessly, with no hope of escape.

The kick that smashed into his stomach sent a different type of pain reverberating throughout his body, hard enough to steal away his breath and make the scene in front of him waver nauseatingly, and his body folded around the man’s foot, offering little resistance. A weak but agonised moan escaped him, and he moved a hand to rest over the spot where he’d been kicked, from where pain anew even now radiated. “N-no more…” he repeated, his voice a wheezing rasp barely audible. He knew it was a useless request, knew that he would be here until he could take no more, but somehow still found the strength to voice these simple words of protest. “I can’t… can’t take anymore…” He must have said that innumerous times before, and here he still was, clinging to life so desperately, but how much longer until his consciousness slipped again? How much longer until it slipped down irretrievably into the dark, looming void?

All he could think, as he dragged his gaze back up to regard the face of this cold-hearted man, was how he was wrong. Letting him live was a stroke of luck? No. A stroke of luck would have been someone rushing in from somewhere, to pull Shintaro out of this man’s cruel hands. A stroke of luck would have been the man letting him go long before it got to this point – the point where he could barely move. But now death would be a mercy, an escape to the pain flooding his senses, to the point where he could barely distinguish his torn hand from the blood-soaked ground on which he was curled.

Unfortunate Encounters | Idate and Shintaro

Idate gave a bone-chilling chuckle as the boy choked out those words again. “What was that?” he mocked. “’No more?’ I have some bad news for you.” 

It was truly a sick sort of satisfaction Idate got from seeing people cowering and damaged beneath him. People stronger than him, people weaker than him, it didn’t matter at all. “If I had any intention of stopping, I would’ve let you pass out, right?” The orca drew in more smoke, this time making a point to puff out the pungent cloud into the kid’s face. His victim flinched weakly, an almost unnoticeable gesture. His already large grin seemed to widen slightly.

“You’ve given up hope of rescue, haven’t you? I can see it. Good~” Idate wanted to tear his teeth through the boy’s flesh again, but instead settled for a sharp kick to his stomach. Another cruel laugh seemed to echo through the nightmarish alley. “And don’t worry. I won’t kill you. Hmm, unless I feel like it. Letting you live seems to be a stroke of luck for you, kid.” A harshly ironic thing to say.

Idate took another drag from his cigarette. He heard the boy make another small, agonized noise, which tempted him to inflict more pain, although he decided to give him a short break from their ‘game.’ If the orca had no self-control, there is no doubt that this kid would’ve been dead.

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Well, it wasn’t exactly every day that one might find themselves stumbling upon someone who had just had their entire arm blown off, leaving exposed parts that were very obviously robotic. For someone like Shintaro, who had just been about to purchase himself a nice cold cola before returning to his flat for the day, he couldn’t help but stare, gaping in stupefied silence. Maybe it was the fact that this guy was missing an entire arm, or the fact that he seemed to so easily disregard that fact, as if it was such a commonplace occurrence. He didn’t even look particularly perturbed, just… casual, maybe. Whatever it was, though, grabbed Shintaro’s attention, stirred a faint interest in him. He didn’t know too much about cybernetics or cyborgs or any of that stuff, really, but even he had to admire the technology behind it.

Then a voice broke through the silence, shook him free from the trance he’d fallen into.

“Y-yeah, I can help,” he said, stepping closer to where the cyborg stood by the vending machine. Well, he had been planning on buying himself a drink anyways, and he did feel a pang of sympathy for this man with his missing arm, so it was the least he could do to buy him a drink or whatever it was he wanted, right? Yet, as he drew nearer, he found it incredibly difficult to look anywhere but at the spot the man’s other arm should have been. It was just so… obtrusive, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened.

Fixer Upper || Genos & Shintaro

You know what really sucks? Getting your arm blown off. Like seriously, you go to defend innocent people and instead, you end up having your cybernetic arm blown off. OK, he saved the people but, now he’d have to go all the way back to the lab for a replacement which, to be fair, took a long time even for a cyborg. However, the journey could wait as Genos stopped off at a vending machine, finding himself slightly thirsty.

Alas, he couldn’t get the change out of his pocket as he needed both arms for the task. Looking around, the street was fairly quiet apart from a few people. The nearest person happened to be a dark haired male, probably around Genoses age meaning that he’d probably wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable talking to him. But then again, Genos does only have one arm at the current moment. 

“Excuse me, could you help?”

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It wasn’t like Starbucks was Shintaro’s first choice for a job, as all the interactions with customers so often left him drained after work. Truth be told, if he’d had it his way, he wouldn’t be out living on his own at all, but rather still holed away in his room, working diligently on the music that would one day become his career. The shut-in lifestyle of a hikiNEET that he had led prior to moving here suited him just fine, and, honestly, he missed it and the wonderful simplicity of those days.

And never had he wished so fervently to be back at home, reasonably safe as he browsed the computer, than on this unfortunate day, when he suddenly found himself thrust onto the scene of some kind of hero versus villain spectacle.

It started when some kind of shady-looking character slipped into the midst the throng of customers standing around. Actually, Shintaro may have never noticed him, had it not been for the weapon he’d drawn to wave around threateningly, at which point the barista, who had been pouring a latte for one of his customers, froze. He watched, then, as this villain made for the counter behind which he was standing. Ice shot through his veins and his heart leapt into his throat as he realised that this man was heading straight for him. But before anything could happen, a new character flew into the shop, leaping up to stand atop the counter.

Then, as he stood there, watching the woman as she delivered her little speech – was that something heroes just did? – something struck him in the face with a sharp crack, sending him stumbling back. He managed to catch himself on the wall behind him, but not without splashing some of the still-scalding drink he’d been absentmindedly clutching over his hands, eliciting a sharp cry as the hot liquid burned his skin.

“U-uhhh… I-it’s all right…” Well, this was all happening so fast that Shintaro had lost his bearings, but he did understand, at least, the severity of the situation he was in. Some shady guy had entered his store intending harm, and so now it was in the hands of this Sailor V to maintain the peace. Would she really be able to do that, though? He had his doubts, but at the same time, she was the only hope he had right now. Maybe he really should have just ignored his alarm clock and stayed in bed today like he’d been tempted to do.

Barista Bedlam - Minako and Shintaro

“Stop right there!  Attacking innocent people like this..I won’t forgive you!” 

Minako had spotted a wanted criminal, and was quick to chase him into the nearest Starbucks. There were plenty of customers in there, and it was easy to get distracted due to the number of people being amazed that they got to see Sailor V in person. Of course, if they had seen what a ditz she really was, the reaction would be quite different. Of course, not everyone was all about seeing the sailor warrior. Especially not the poor barista who was behind the counter she was standing on. She didn’t have a choice! The villain seemed to be targeting him, and no matter the reason, she’d stop it. Hearing the criminal question who she was annoyed her just a bit. Becoming well known meant that this guy should of already known! 

“Codename: Sailor V! I’m the warrior of love and justice, Sailor Venus! I’ll bring down Venus’ judgement on you!” Somehow, during her speech she managed to kick that clueless looking Barista in the face with the back of her heel. “A-ah..sorry, sorry.” The blonde let out a apologetic laugh before turning back to her opponent. “I won’t let you escape!”

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“N-no more…” The voice that spoke was feeble, rasping, emerging from the blood-spattered form of Shintaro, whose eyes, clouded with the pain that still racked his body, still yet held within them some hint of desperate pleading. For his life, for his sanity. He had done nothing to this man, didn’t even recognise him when he’d come sauntering up. Yet, no matter how many times he had offered this fact, no matter how much he had begged and pleaded and cried for some shred of mercy, the man with the sharp teeth and a smile to match his cold eyes had not so much as wavered.

For someone like Shintaro, who had up to now lived something of a pleasantly sheltered life, the agony he was made to endure with each new gash torn into his skin was unparalleled to anything he’d had to suffer before. Never had he before known such degrees of physical pain were even possible. Now, he lay prone in a crumpled heap in the spreading pool of his own blood, coalescing with bodily fluids, a thin stream still running down his chin from when he’d upheaved the contents in his stomach. Any grasp of time or the passing thereof eluded him in his current state, but it felt as if he’d already been trapped in this unrelenting hell for an eternity. A hell with sharp fangs that pierced through skin, muscle, veins, where the pungent odour of cigarette smoke mixed with the stench of blood and urine and vomit prevailed.

Already, Shintaro had lost consciousness once, only to be forcefully yanked back to wakefulness by a stabbing sensation in his shoulder as those sharp teeth tore it open. He could feel his grip on his consciousness fading again, the darkness closing around his mind offering a reprieve from this cruel reality. Yet, still he clung to the tattered threads of awareness, desperate for some kind of escape, hoping against hope that maybe some miracle would befall him.

But really, it was a hopeless situation. His body too heavy for him to do anything more than tremble, and there would be no one coming to his rescue. Not here in the foreboding, blood-streaked alley.

Unfortunate Encounters | Idate and Shintaro

It was so… refreshing to have this chance. It was a shame that the boy didn’t put up as much of a fight as Idate would’ve liked, but that was alright. The orca took another drag from the cigarette, the taste of the nicotine and blood on his teeth mixing in a strangely pleasant way.

Idate took this moment to observe his handiwork. After all, this boy was the first one had gotten the chance to play with in this town. No one had interrupted, either, which was all the better.

“So…~” Idate said, locking eyes with his victim. He grinned viciously. “What should I do next, hmm?” He flicked the ashes from the end of the cigarette. “Whatever it is, I’ll play with you a bit longer before leaving you here~”

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