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Aight bet

Wanna go again?

Crazy:B week part 2? Idk when yet, but who wants to go again?

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Meant to do this earlier, oh well!

Thank you to all who participated! I just created a poll for doing another one if y'all want. Go vote on that poll!

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Wanna go again?

Crazy:B week part 2? Idk when yet, but who wants to go again?

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The winning ticket

Written for Day 7 of @crazybweek: Found family. Short again, because of work, but I really wanted to do something with this prompt. Hope you all like it!

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For Niki, it was a quiet acceptance. It happened on a day like any other when the bees were hanging out at Café Cinnamon and playing a game in one of the tables on the corner. They didn't have as little work as before, so they didn't have to do that, but they still ended up spending time together there more often than not.

Niki looked up at them from washing the dishes and, among thinking he should probably get them something to eat because it had been a while, he realised he knew all their favourite dishes. The way they liked their eggs. Or their tea. Their preferred sweets from the menu. Food was love for Niki, it had always been, something tied to life itself even more than to other people. He realised the day before, when they were shooting an MV on location, the other had taken turns asking if he was okay and offering things to eat.

It made him blush now, and feel warm all over. And smile as he thought they couldn't see him. He set to work cooking, to feed those three troublemakers that had found the way into his heart.

it hit Kohaku like sudden lightning. When it was over, he held himself with his hand on the wall, his thoughts racing more than his heart, shocked eyes looking into the distance without seeing. What had he done?

He had heard a group out on the street speaking ill of the members of Crazy:B, and had gone off on them on a murderous rampage. He wasn't even mad at what they had said about him, but their comments about the others had made his blood boil. He wasn't usually like this. He was a bullet pointed with accurate precision, not a loose cannon, then why?

The group was saying they were useless, vile and evil, that they should have been fired, that they weren't worthy. And he had lost his head, told them all about the kindness in their hearts and their strength and their dreams, and how bigger than life they were. They weren't anything like what they were saying, they were...

The guys had fled in fear, and left him rocked to the core for a while. Until he smiled, and shook his head. Oh, he was never letting on to them about this in a million years.

For Himeru, it was a slow-building wave, that crashed onto him with a sense of finality and guilt. He closed his eyes, and prayed for forgiveness, to the one that was supposed to be the only one to occupy such a space in his heart.

It happened when he was coming out of an interview, for once proud of the work that "he" had done and the milestones that "he" had achieved with this group that had never been in his plans to join, and the first thing that crossed his mind wasn't going to a quiet hospital room, to share his accomplishment with someone that couldn't answer, but rather the doors of a familiar café, with three familiar faces smiling back at him, to share into his victory with him.

Guilt split him in two, but his steps were taking him further and further away from the hospital, and into the arms of people that could really accept "him", as much as "he" was willing to give. That had grown into his heart like weeds, bit by bit pushing away the poison, until a corner table in a little café was the closest thing he could call as "home".

Rinne knew it first, of course he did, he knew his bees like the back of his hand. He had noticed and catalogued every minute change in their demeanours, storing them on a precious treasure chest inside his mind like a secret. As if he looked at it too long, he might break it. As if he looked at it too long, he wouldn't have the strength to do what he had set out to do.

A suicide bomber, Niki had called him. And yet, here he was still standing and living, due to the strength and grace of these three, and of countless other people he had never imagined would go to such lengths for him. When his self-destruction was no longer imminent, he had taken that treasure chest out to admire it, and taken pride in all the little moments he had been able to add to it since then.

He knew when Niki had stopped asking what they wanted to have, and when his eyes started sparkling when he served them his food. He knew when Kohaku's anger had slowly become more performative, and he had slowly but surely started relying on them, coming to them for guidance and help, and referring to them as a unit. He knew when Himeru's façade started cracking, just a bit, and he had actually started calling them a unit with pride, when he had started coming to them for support and to celebrate the little victories this thankless life of an idol had.

So his smile got brighter and brighter, and his voice louder and louder, and his happiness more and more contagious. Maybe their sharp edges would never fit quite right together, not like other units, but they had made an effort for them to fit as much as possible, and that was more important and meant more to him than anything else could. Nothing that came easy was worth it, as they say.

He would take the lady of fortune smiling down on him like this any day.

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Day 7: Found Family

It's the final day! Crazy:B could be considered a found family. How did they each come to realize this?

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Day 6: Summer Night

The leading track has some summery vibes. What does Crazy:B do in the summer?

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Day 5: Solo

Which solo(s) is(are) your favorite?

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Day 4: Celebration!

Now that the album is out, how does Crazy:B celebrate?

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The first push on the wheel

Written for Day 1 of @crazybweek: First Impressions. It's a little short, because I was writing it at work, but I really wanted to write something for this group I love, specially since their solos are releasing today, so hope you all like it!

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Saegusa's smile was razor sharp.

Nevermind a military general, he was looking at Rinne like a shark that had gotten a tasty prey in front of it, one that was not only willing but practically begging to be thrown down its throat.

"You understand what you have to do, then?"

"Crystal-clear, Mr. Director. Don't worry, you are not gonna find a better man for the job than me."

"Job of what? Suicide-bomber?" Niki's voice reached him from his left and he turned to glare daggers at him, pinching his arm in retaliation, causing him to yelp.

"Hey, Niki, didn't your mom ever taught you to stay quiet while the adults are talking? Mr. Director here is offering us the ES on a silver platter. We would be fools not to take it."

The spark on Saegusa's eyes somehow got even more dangerous.

"Now now. I didn't expect a rabid dog would be so obedient, I salute you for that."

Rinne's smile took a turn that was just as sharp.

"But we aren't dogs, dear Mr. Director. We are bees, didn't you say so yourself?" He pressed a finger down on the contract on the table between them. "Bees don't sting the keeper while his help is being benefitial to them, but they will sting anything that they perceive as a threat."

"I wouldn't expect anything else. If we are clear, I'll go and call the other two in, then."

Niki's hand was around his wrist the moment Saegusa walked away to the door, his voice low and frantic.

"Rinne, I don't like this at all. Bees make delicious honey, but they die immediately if they sting something. I don't wanna die, and I suppose I don't want you to die either. We don't have to do this. Please."

"We are not going to die. I have a plan, so relax ok?"

"Being a suicide bomber for revenge is not a plan. There's no way we are getting away with this, so let's just-"

"Niki. I know what I'm doing, ok? I have everything under control. I just need you to trust me on this one. Please?"

He saw the moment his pleading broke through Niki's defence.

"Fine. But just so you know, you sound really gross right now. Being a martyr doesn't suit you."

The comment made Rinne laugh, just in time for Saegusa to return with the other two members of their so-called "unit" in tow. A pair of set mouths and suspicious eyes that reminded him of a mirror. He decided he liked them both already.

Setting the show in motion, he climbed on his chair and set a foot on the table, towering over them as he sneered. "So you two are the other maggots that got stuck in this rotten unit with us, forsaken from the shiny heaven of idols above, huh? Welcome! Now we can get this party started for good!"

More mirrored looks of affront and disgust. A spark in their eyes he knew well. Oh, they really had something to them, they would be perfect.

"Himeru doesn't appreciate being called a maggot, and would caution you against speaking to Himeru like that again."

"What he said. Who do you even think you are to talk to us like that? Aside from a loud-mouthed idiot?

Saegusa walked around them, taking back his seat on the table and still with that sickeningly sweet smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"This is the man I was telling you about, Rinne Amagi. He will be the leader of this unit called Crazy:B."

Rinne strode along the table in their direction, going as far as he could without tipping it over.

"That's right. I am your leader, your Queen Bee. And you are the poor maggots that have to follow my every command. Two little larvae that this rotten industry has tried to crush and leave to die, that got labelled as "troublemakers" and "useless" just like me and thrown inside this beehive to fight for our lives or perish into the hell of mediocrity while they pat themselves on the back for getting rid of the trash while never really giving us a real chance. But I can take the three of you maggots and make you into killer bees that will carve your space into the hearts of these pseudo-gods and fill them with your poison until their own bullshit is spread all open for all the world to see and their fake pedestals crumble from under them for daring to look down on the rest of us mere mortals in this Colosseum. I can give you he chance to fly higher and burn brighter than all of them, scorching this rotten tree that tried to crush you and making it into your own Paradise. So what do you say, are you with me?"

They weren't at all stupid. He hadn't been able to confuse or dazzle them with his mad speech; they knew very well what he meant and what he intended for them to do.

And still they looked at him and nodded.

Rinne cackled, delighted, and jumped down from the table in front of them patting them on the back. He looked back at Niki and his horrified expression just made him cackle louder.

The wheel of fortune had been spun, the games had begun.

And he had every intention to win.

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Day 3: Road Trip!

Aside from the Crazy Anthem MV, where would Crazy:B go to?

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Day 2: Favorite Boi

Who's your favorite boi in all of Crazy:B?

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Day 1: First Impressions

How did Crazy:B first interact? How crazy did it get? Where were they?

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Welcome to Crazy:B Week!

Here are the prompts! Apologies for the delay.

Day 1 - 7/16 - First Impressions

Day 2 - 7/17 - Favorite boi

Day 3 - 7/18 - Road Trip!

Day 4 - 7/19 - Celebration!

Day 5 - 7/20 - Solo

Day 6 - 7/21 - Summer Night

Day 7 - 7/22 - Found Family

I can't wait to see what y'all do!

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I forgot I started this blog my bad lmao

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Welcome to Crazy:B week!

This page is still under construction, but keep in mind the dates for the week are July 16 - July 22. We are celebrating Crazy:B’s first album, Trip, which comes out that week on July 19.

Stay tuned for the prompts!