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Gachiakuta

Regto

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Note: Spoilers for Gachiakuta

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"Are you kidding me!?"

It was time for you to head out to work, you had just opened your door and saw trash spread all over your front yard. The luscious scenery was ruined by people's discarded items. You looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Luckily, you saw a figure standing on your stone fence. You suspected they were the one and yelled at them.

"Hey! Is this your doing?" you screamed. The person ignored your screams and kept their back facing you. Angered by this, you picked up a piece of trash and threw it at them causing it to hit them in the head. The trash that was a whole broke into pieces as it fell to the ground.

The figure lifted one hand and rubbed the area the trash landed. They slowly turned, looking at where the trash landed. It was difficult to see, but you got a little description of them.

"White hair, black tips, red eyes..." you whispered to yourself, marking it in your memory. 

"You'll pay for this!" you shouted. The person seemed unaffected by your claim, they jumped down and picked up the pieces of the trash and quickly left. Frustrated, you cleaned up the mess that was left behind. It took a while, causing you to be late for work. Days had passed and you were still fuming about the incident. You took a walk, trying to calm yourself down. You overheard people talking about a trash vandal. It seems like another incident happened. 

"What are the police doing?" you questioned. Interested, you eavesdropped on the convo. They talked and talked about their suspicions on who it may be. A recurring suspect came up, tribes folk. Their voices soured as they mentioned them. They launched into a slander fest, calling them filth and many other terms.

As their slander continued, you decided to leave. You took a step to turn but happened to bump into someone, a tribesfolk they happened to be talking about. You flew back and landed on your bum. You looked up at the person who held their hand out to you.

They had black hair and an unkempt be goatee. He wore layered clothing just like most on the sphere but was different from the others. You took his hand and he hoisted you up. You thanked him and he gave you a smile, you smiled back.

He looked over to the others and smiled at them took, causing them to go silent and gave an awkward smile before running off.

"You alright, that was a hard fall." He asked you.

"I'm fine, honest." You reassured back. You looked around your clothes in search of dust and patted it off. As you looked up you noticed he had a book in his hand and was writing in it.

"You write?" You inquired. The design of the book peaked your interest.

"Has a stranger like me caught your fancy?" He closed the book and looked you in your eyes.

"More so the book, actually." You say, caressing your finger on your chin.

"Huh? And hear I thought I caught the attention of someone beautiful." He winked at you playfully as he put his book away.

"Beautiful?" You chuckled at the compliment. It was almost enough to make you forget about the incident. But just remembering had you fuming again.

He noticed a change in you and questioned it, "You alright?"

You placed your palm on your head and sighed, "Something happened a few days earlier, I'm still mad about it."

"What happened?"

"Some guy, a child maybe–threw trash all over my front yard."  You spoke angrily.

"Trash..."

"Yes, it was so aggravating. I confronted them, but they acted so nonchalant about it. Its a crime."

A frown started to form on his face, he took a deep breath and exhaled harshly, "That doesn't sound good. Do you have a description, anything key details?"

You clapped you hands together, "I got a look at them for a short time. They hand white hair, and red eyes."

"Is that all?" He took out his book and started writing.

"His hair was fluffy and it had black tips I think... Are you recording this?"

"You can say that," He replied before closing his book, "Have you reported this yet?"

"I have, but it doesn't seem like anything has been done, another seemed to happen a while back."

"That's too bad." He spoke. His tone didn't sound like he was concerned about the incident. He seemed to be interested in the person more.

He then shut his book again and gave a smile. "I hope things wrap up quickly."

"I do too." You replied back.

"Mind running that description by me again?"

"Did you miss something? Anyway, they had..." Your voice fell silent. You scratch your head, "They had... why can't I... they had..."

"You must be stressed, you should head back home now."

"I... I should, thanks for the help..."

After you thanked them, you walked away wondering why you couldn't remember. It was only a few seconds before you described them, now the words escape you. It changed when that man came around, could he have done something. No, it's not possible. You tried to look back into your memories, but it seemed like everything was foggy, covered in scribbles. You brushed off the feeling.

"It's because I'm stressed, yeah... because I'm stressed..."

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GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

ZODYL

Ah, my head... I feel... woozy..

Your forehead throbbed. You clutched onto it trying to minimize the feeling, but to no avail. In front of you stood a trash beast, which had seemed to take the form of a squirrel. The body appeared to be like stained glass. It circled around you, stopping for a few moments to analyze you.

What is this...?

You fell on to the ground, holding yourself up on one knee. The squirrels body shimmered as the light reflected on it. On its chest appeared to be a heart shape.

"Whats wrong with this beast?"

(Name) dug their hands into the ground, gripping the dirt. There sight beginning to blur.

"Interesting."

A voice? I don't recognize it.

(Name) looks up to see someone. The person covered themselves with a cloak, making it hard to discern them, even more so due to their vision fading.

"Who are you?" You asked, trying to pick yourself up.

"..." the person remained silent.

"Look, you shouldn't be here. It's dangerous. There are trash beasts around." You informed.

"..."

The person walks past you. Due to your vision they just appear to be a blob. Though it is hard to make out, you see them crouched down beside you. Light shines into your eyes, you realized they are next to the trash beast.

"H, hey. I said it's dangerous!" You proclaimed, but they didn't listen.

The person picked up the small beast, letting it sit in the palm of their hand.

"This is dangerous? I'm surprised, its so small." They spoke.

Embarrassment washes over you. Such a small beast put you in such a predicament. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, seating yourself. Your eyes pan as you look at your surroundings. You face the person who's holding the beast. You quickly tried to grab it from them, hoping to finish it off. Instead, that person pulls away.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shocked by their sudden move.

The person stands up. They open their cloak which revealed a coat under it. They put the trash beast in a pocket inside the coat.

"Hey! Excuse me-!"

"Have you ever been drunk before?" They asked.

"What kind of question is that?" You replied, bewildered by the sudden question.

"It seems like my experiment wasn't successful."

"What?"

The person removed their cloak, revealing themselves, it was a man. He had a still expression on his face, one that seemed like he was just observing.

"What do you mean by experiment?" You asked them.

The person looks you up and down. "This trash beast was supposed to put the person it comes into contact with into a drunken state. After, it should have slowly rendered you incapable of doing anything, and then eventually taking your life."

Your eyes widened in shock.

That trash beast wasn't a normal one. It looked different from the others, but I never would have thought...

"You made it..." You mumbled in disbelief, "Why would you create such a thing?"

"Curiosity."

"Well, curiosity killed the cat!" Regaining your stance, you lunged forward at him. You took out your Jinki, a lock. You threw it at him, aiming at his torso and over the arms. They didn't move as you attacked.

The lock expanded, ringing around his body before finally clipping shut. The lock shrinks and tightens on his body. The weight of the lock pulls him to the ground.

You pulled out a key and slowly marched towards him, the key getting larger as you approached.

Stopping in front of him, you knelt down to his level.

"Who are you? What do you want?" You asked, glaring at him.

The person gave their name, "Zodyl." They abstained from answering more.

Instead, his curiosity loomed over your Jinki.

"What does it do?" He asked.

"What does what do?" You noticed he was looking at your Jinki, "Why would I tell you?"

"..." the man looked at you again. Shockingly, though restrained, he still had room to move. He reached into his inner pocket again. Thinking he was going to bring the beast out, you jumped back, letting the gap widen between you.

Anticipating what it was going to be, you wore your full face mask. Sweat dripped down your face, you breath hitching waiting for it to come.

He pulls out a sandwich.

"A sandwich?" The words escaped your mouth as you were caught dumbfounded.

"Your Jinki intrigues me, though I know nothing of it." He said, "Though I want to see more. My experiment is done."

A black smoke like substance floods out his coat. It dawns on you that they're a giver. He effortlessly pushes his body out.

"Cthoni." He calls.

A manhole appear behind him in his shadow. He steps into it and starts to sink down.

"Stop right there!" You try to run forward and stop them, but you were too far.

A he slowly descended, he slightly turns to look at you again. His expression remained the same, with a subtle change making it softer.

"I look forward to using you again." He said, before fully lowering into the hole and disappearing.

"Darn it!" You yelled. You squirmed around, filled with woe by their escape.

"He took out a sandwich, didn't even offer to share."

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GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

ZANKA

"Wow!"

"Spectacular!"

"They must be a genius."

Day in and day out, I get called a genius. There's nothing that special about me. I'm good at fighting and that's pretty much it. I don't think I have ever met an actual genius in my life. I want to see the pedestal people put me on, I want to know why they stop and stare. I have never really been good at handling praise. The next day came around. As I arrived back at HQ from another mission, I saw one of my coworkers sitting outside on a bench, reading a book.

Who was it again?

"Zanka, is it?" I asked him.

"Hm... yes, can I help you." He inquired.

"No-no, I don't need anything," I said waving my hands side to side. "I just saw you and wanted to say hi."

"Well, hello..." he replied. He didn't seem like he wanted to chat at all as he went back to reading.

Feeling awkward, I decided to leave. I was just about to walk away, but then I was blocked by a big red bow. Moving my head to the side, I saw two little kids holding what seemed to be a gift basket. Confused, I moved to the side thinking I was in their way, but they followed me as I turned.

"This is for you!" they said in unison.

"M-me?" I said, confused as to why I'd receive such a gift. They passed me the basket, smiling and giggling as I held it.

"We wanted to say thank you for saving our farm!"

"Your farm?" you asked, remembering your previous mission.

"Well, more like a garden. But we worked hard to grow stuff. Those trash beasts have been messing things up for so long." One of the children said.

"We made this gift for you to show our appreciation." The other added.

The kids went on about how cool you were fighting the trash beasts, even going as far as to recreate the moves you did. As blood started to rise to your face, you started feeling sheepish. You looked around for help and landed on the boy you talked to earlier, Zanka. He happened to be watching the conversation between you and the children. You tried to signal for help, but he ignored it by looking in the opposite direction. Sighing, you realized you had to wait for them to finish.

One of the children jumped up in excitement, "You were amazing out there, like, like... like you were some genius!"

A jagged smile formed on your face, feeling embarrassed by what you have been called. "Please don't call me that."

"Why not! You are." One of the children proclaimed.

"I'm, I'm really not." You said, scratching the back of your neck, feeling a sweat coming down.

"It's getting late, I think you kids should head home." You shooed away the children.

As the kids left, you rested your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "What is all this genius talk about..." You mumbled.

You looked back to the coworker you supposedly called for help still reading his book. You walked up to him, taking a seat next to him on the bench. You tried to make eye contact with him, but his eyes were still focused on the book.

"Thanks for the help back there." You sarcastically said.

No answer from him. Again, feeling awkward, you decided to leave but was stopped when you heard his voice.

"Did those kids call you a genius?" He asked.

"Huh, y-yeah, I guess they did." You replied, still feeling awkward from earlier silence.

The boy softly closed his book and placed it down in between us. He looked over to me with a neutral frown. Our eyes locked together; his eyes sent a slight chill down my spine. It seemed like he was analyzing me.

Before I could say anything, he spoke.

"You don't look like a genius."

"Huh..?" You felt muddled by his statement, not expecting that to come out at all.

"You seem completely average to me." He continued, resting his head on his hand. You wanted to say something but kept silent due to the shocked from his comment. Silence filled the area again, but the two of you were just staring at each other instead. You felt tied as you were trying to come up with something to say. The boy, Zanka, just kept staring at you as you fiddled with your thoughts.

"No need to feel awkward. I don't like geniuses, and it doesn't seem like you do too," He spoke, breaking the silence. "Knowing your average and being average ain't so bad." 

"I guess..." you replied. "You call yourself average?" 

"I used to think I was a genius. I was better than everyone else until someone came and disrupted that." 

He continued to speak to me, explaining in detail how he use to feel about such things, how he got his Jinki, and how he fell from his pedestal. The talk was long and entertaining to listen to. I finally found someone I could relate to, and possibly confide in. 

The two of you continued to talk for hours, not even noticing that the day had become night. After some time, the two of you finally noticed. You offered to continue the conversation as the both of you walked back to HQ. 

Weeks have passed since the two of you met, causing the both of you to get closer. Zanka seemed more and more open about besting geniuses as an average person. You have never felt concerned about geniuses, never even met one. The two of you had met up and continued to chat on the bench where you met.

"Have you met a genius? What were they like?" you asked him.

"I have, and I was completely outmatched. I sat at the top of my class for so long before they came. I got quite the reality check because of them." He said, chuckling as he remembered. 

You smiled as he quietly laughed. You stared at him, admiring his features. You liked and idolized his resolve to become better, and yet remain humble. 

'Geniuses have it easy, but who am I to say.' You thought. 

You placed your elbows on your thighs, resting your head on your hands, cupping your face. You thought momentarily about why you cared about knowing what a genius is for so long.

'It must be because I've been called it for so long. I don't have much of a reason other than that. It must be nice having other reasons for it.'

Getting lost it thought, you hadn't noticed the blond poking your cheek, eventually pinching it. 

"Ouch..!" You squealed, rubbing your cheek. You looked at him, seeing that his face was still, though forming a small smile. You puffed your cheeks, frowning your eyes. You flicked the hand he used to pinch you. He flinched, taking his hand and rubbing the area.

"What's gotten you lost in thought?" He asked.

"I don't know, guess. Maybe I was thinking of you." you joked.

A tint of red formed on the boy's face. He took his hands and covered his face, turning around. A look of surprise appeared on yours. You haven't seen him this flustered before, he always looked professional. You grabbed his shoulders and tried to turn him around, failing. Eventually, he ended up turning on his own, his expression back to his normal calm exterior.

"What could have you thinking of me." He asked calmly.

Wanting to see if you can shake his calm composure, you said, "You seem to want me to think about you. I never said I was, I said guess."

A faint, hardly noticeable blush crept on his face, "Don't be mistaken. I would have never thought that."

"Come on, we've practically been attached for weeks now, it not at all weird to think of each other," You said, shifting closer to him, placing one hand on his shoulder. You pulled him in, catching him in a hug. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were thinking of me." You patted his back as you laughed. 

"Wouldn't be surprised? By the thought, or how much?" He quietly said. 

Hearing this, a blush emerged on your face. Feeling embarrassed, you instinctively covered your face, now hiding yourself from him. Uncontrollable thoughts swarmed your mind, making it harder for you to regain composure. 

How much?

How Much?

How MUCH?!

You drowned away in your thoughts, oblivious to all that's happening. Zanka took a means and placed your head on his shoulder, making sure you were comfortable. He brushed your hair, tucking it behind your ear to clearly see your face. A distinct smile appeared on his face, not the giddy one he makes when Enjin compliments him. A smile that you missed, and may never see again. 

Who knows when he'll show it again?

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GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

RUDO

Nothing but darkness. As I looked down at the Abyss, I couldn't help but wonder.

"Is this all there is?"

Many people have been thrown down there due to the crimes they have committed. I left my position and walked along the edge of the sphere, kicking rocks down.

"Where do they go?"

As I got bored of looking, I went back to the slums. There was chatter in the area of a 'trash vandal', someone who takes the trash out of the waste collection site and places it all over the town.

I caressed my chin, "who could it be?" as I mumbled the words, a boy ran passed me. He looked like a mess, but you know that mess.

"Rudo!" You called out, hoping to get there attention, but they just kept running. "Where's he going? And what was he carrying?"

Wanting to say hi, you followed in the direction the boy went.

You found him seated in front of a house. You heard chatter from elsewhere, hearing annoyance in their voices as they complained of the boy's earlier activities. Wanting to cheer him up, you tried walking up to him, but someone else beat you to it.

It was Chiwa. You decided to lay back and see how things turned out.

As time passed, he tried to pass something to her. It had long ears... a rabbit perhaps. Yet, he failed as she was called away by her mother.

You analyzed the the object more, it was a stuffed animal, a stuffed rabbit.

"That's cute." You spoke out.

Rudo looked over to you with a blank expression on his face.

"Ha, you look just like the toy right now."

Rudo remained silent.

"So..., um..."

Rudo shot upward, balancing himself on his two feet. "I couldn't give it to her." He said, sounding sad.

"It not your fault, she had to go, try again." You encouraged. "Give this to her, build a scene where everything is dramatized, lean in and ki-!"

"SHUD-UP! YOU SOUND LIKE REGTO!" He yelled.

"I'm only trying to help. C'mon, you know you want too~." You teased, poking your cheeks.

Rudo scoffed, folding his arms with his head and body facing the other way. He held the toy in his hand. You took a closer look. The rabbit looks like it was freshly bought in a store.

"Wow, it looks amazing. You made it look brand new." You complimented.

Rudo tilted his head to you, who was looking at the toy. "Do you think she'll like it, (name)?"

"Of course she would. I can't help but gush over its cuteness. I wish I had one." You answered. You looked up to Rudo who had a huge, disturbing grin o  his face.

"Ah..."

"..."

"You need to work on that smile of yours, big time."

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A day had passed since you saw Rudo. You wondered if he ended up giving the toy to Chiwa.

Skipping along the slums, you noticed a huge crowd forming at the cliff where they drop criminals. You stopped Skipping and ran to the area. On the way you saw Chiwa who was rushing there too, holding the stuffed toy.

Moments later, you made it to the drop site. Shock tore through your face as you saw who it was.

It was Rudo.

Gossip arrosed in the crowd, speaking of how they knew it, it was only a matter of time, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

What had he done?

"Rudo..." Your voice quivered.

The crime was an announced. He committed murder.

Who-?! Not Rudo. He would never.

You saw Rudo look around in the crowd. He stopped at you for a second and moved onto someone else, that person was Chiwa.

He called put to her. Asking her for help to find who had murdered Regto. He was left with disappointment when she ignored his claims, speaking of how he's the so of a murderer.

You looked over to the stuffed toy, which had been dropped to the ground.

Rudo looked defeated. As people chanted for his fall, his face darkened. He gave a faint laugh before hardening his face.

"You're the filthy ones."

They dropped him, Rudo yelled, screaming he'll kill everyone.

You rested you hand on your neck, gently squeezing it.

"Even me..?" You whispered.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, the toy made its appearance. You ran to it, picking it up and dusting it off. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Rudo would never.." You cried.

You looked at the Abyss, wondering about what you felt earlier.

"Is this all there is?"

You clutched the toy in your hand. Looking at its button eyes.

"Rudo fixed you.., he cherished you... I won't let you go to waste." You declared walking back to your home.

"I'll miss your smile.."

[osapril]

GACHIAKUTA ONESHOTS

ENJIN

"Finally!" You cheered after cleaning up the last trash beast. The area has been swarming with them as of late.

"Lousy rodents. I hate them so much."

You dusted yourself off, along with your Jinki, which is a doll. As the dust subsided from both yourself and your Jinki, you brought out a rang to polish its eyes.

You breathed onto the eyes and began to wipe it. As you were finishing up, you noticed someone's reflection in the eyes of your Jinki.

It was Enjin.

You leaped forward, startled by his successful attempt to scare you. He covered his mouth, letting out a muffled laugh.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" You asked, with an annoyed tone.

"Were finished neutralizing the trash beasts. So I guess... no!" He replied.

"Well quit it with your shenanigans, it's too hot for all that jumping." You groaned as you used your shirt to fan yourself. "I used up all my energy on the trash beast."

"It's not that hot." Enjin disagreed as he leaned on his Jinki, Umbreaker. "Being than the pouring rain, of trash showers."

"Trash showers such, but I'll take a rainy day over a scorching one any day."

"Guess we don't have much in common."

"Guess we don't..." You said with sweat dripping down your face. "Be a dear and use your umbrella to shade me."

"Nah."

"Please."

"Hmm..."

"Pretty please~."

"Fine."

Enjin straightened himself up and lifted his Jinki, opening the canopy as its supported by the stretchers. You quickly rushed to the shaded spot and sighing as you had a spot to cool off.

"You can make wind currents right, conjure up some please."

"Let's head back to HQ." Enjin suggested as he began to walk towards the car. You followed, not wanting to lose your shaded spot.

***

The car ride was quite long, but the two of you still haven't made it back to HQ. Enjin drove the car, while you were seated in the passenger seat. The two of you was alone in the car. After some time, you made it to Hole Town. The two of you decided to take a break, and grab something to eat. A while later, the two of you decided to depart.

Just before that, you spotted a sweet shop.

"Hey Enjin, let's stop by over there and get something for everyone." You pointed, heading towards the shop. "Rudo will definitely be happy."

The two of you purchased a few, well a lot of things, and packed it into the car. The two of you took your seats and took off.

On the way, you took a piece of cake and started stuffing your face. It was so sweet that you took another, and another, causing you to finish the whole cake.

"Look at you, there's icing all over your face."

"Ah sorry, it's so good. I hope I didn't make a mess." You open the car compartment and searched for some wipes. You used the wipe to rub around your face.

"Here, you missed a spot." Enjin stretched out his hand, resting it on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the remaining spot of icing.

"Ah, thanks." You mumbled, turning you head towards the window. You cheeks began to emanate a tint of pink, slowly turning red. Enjin hand still was placed on your cheek. You questioned if his eyes were still on the road, or maybe... on you.

"(Name)..." Enjin spoke. "(Name), look at me."

As he called your name. You noticed the car had stopped. Enjin leaned in, slowly turning your head, guiding your eyes to his. Your face squeezed up, Enjin moved his fingers to your chin, tilting your head up. He placed his thumb on your lip, rubbing it.

"What're you doing..?" You mumbled.

"You missed a spot. Just getting it for ya!" He said grinning. He took his hand back, placing his thumb on his tongue. "Wow, this is good." He started up the car. He smacked his tongue against the top his mouth, making a clicking sound.

"I definitely should try the other when we get back. Right, (name)-?" He paused as he saw you. You seemed to have passed out, or maybe just dissociated.

"I guess they fell asleep, weird, just started the car."

[osapril]

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