#Izumo is going to deny everything

[akemi-snow]

t'was her desk

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Tokubetsu + chunin squad shenanigans but make it The Office

also I'm not an artist, I'm tracing with the fabulous app kleki so don't judge me there just take the joke lmao

[loveinamystery]

I'm sick so you know what that means?

Another episode of...

✨️ Yohna moments I often think about ✨️

Moving another thread across to here and it is a Yohna one you lucky sausages. It is a long post, I'll apologise now.

Let's talk about this scene from the 2001 anime

Spoiler for main series and some elements of Flowers

This was a non manga scene added to the 2001 series. I honestly believe that this scene was added in replacement of the moment Anna asked to stay with Yoh the night before he lives for America.

I believe that the 2001 production team wanted to give Yoh and Anna a scene alone before he left for America. Something to show them acting like a couple. To show that actually they do care for each other. But it had to be done in the most Yoh and Anna way.

Now, Yoh and Anna are a very private couple. Everything happens behind closed doors. Yoh and Anna are not about big declarations of love or PDA. Be it Takei's choice to portray them like this, or his refusal to write full on romance we will not speak on it . So this scene had to be very 'them'.

I mean, I pray for the day we finally get some flashbacks of baby Hana in Middle East. I will not shut up about it. I just want to see them FIGHT TOGETHER. Or just working together as a team because I NEED IT. Just let them be a cute married couple please.

GIVE ME THE YOHNA SPIN OFF TAKEI! I KNOW ANNA IS ONE OF YOUR FAVS. STOP DENYING YOURSELF. BRING HER BACK.

*ahem*

Anyway, back to the scene.

The lead up to this scene is pretty interesting. During school, Manta picks up that Anna has been acting weird.

It amazed me that Yoh did not notice her acting a little off. But, to be fair to Yoh, he has been training very hard and is super tired. The gang had recently been to China to rescue Ren, so our boy must be pretty exhausted, and more than likely falling a sleep in classes.

But omg, he is so clueless. Please help this man.

I mean, either Yoh is so distracted with other stuff, or he doesn't think Anna would be affected by his departure. They lived so long apart back in Izumo so why would this be any different?

I believe that having now lived with each other, their relationship had changed and they are now closer. They act more like a couple. I'm pretty sure by now they have had their first kiss and spoke about their feelings for each other.

Please also offer some thoughts on clueless Yoh 🙏

That is until....

Manta outright tells the gang that he is sad that they will all be leaving.

Yoh, Horohoro and Ryu have been acting like it is nothing, and just a part of their lives. Ryu does tell Manta that they do feel sad but they are dealing with it in their own way.

I think this is where the realisation clicks in Yoh's head that actually, Anna could be feeling the same. That she is sad too, but showing it in her own way. Maybe she did want to spend time together that evening? But I don't think Anna would ever meaningfully get in the way of Yoh seeing his friends. She knows how important they are to Yoh.

Wanna take a walk with me?

Yoh might have been sitting on this idea since the meal out with the guys, and he waited till the last moment to ask Anna to go for a walk.

I think this shows how nervous Yoh is about exploring his feelings with Anna, because who goes out for a walk just before they go to bed? When they are already in their nightwear?

I think that, in the 2001 anime, the emotions are there, but they are teenagers figuring out their feelings for each other and how to express themselves. I'm a romantic, sorry

BUT LOOK AT THE BABIES!!!

Yoh is always a reassurance for Anna. She pushes him to become the best person he can become, and Yoh is always there to reassure and support Anna. They just work together so well. They are a team.

On their late night walk, they talk about normal stuff such as the Patch Village, the SK fight, Anna of course tells Yoh that he better not lose.

But I think there is more to be said about what they don't say, or hidden meanings.

This moment here

I tell you, I can hear the brain clogs ticking in that little Asakura head.

After seeing Anna is cold, Yoh presents her with a warm drink.

We know Anna is always ordering Yoh around, but she never asked him go and get her a drink. Is it one of the first times in the show we see Yoh just do something for Anna without her asking or ordering him to do so.

YOHNA BIG BRAIN THEORY MOMENT 🧠

I struggle to word this but I will try. I feel like Anna is trying to keep her true feelings unwraps (as usual), but this time she is doing it to Yoh.

Anna is cold and is seen as trying to keep herself warm. She doesn't ask for help. She doesn't tell Yoh that she is cold. It is her issue and she will deal with it on her own.

Now let's apply that to her emotions.

Anna has grown close to Yoh and is now sad that he is going to America. There is a chance that she might not see him again, but she just carries on as usual. She doesn't tell Yoh she is sad or express it. She knows Yoh has to focus, and it is his duty to progress in the Shaman Fights.

Yoh and Anna are often said to have an 'unspoken communication', and this was one of those turning points as a couple.

I feel like they became stronger after this. And look, I know the scene could be classed as non-cannon as it didn't happen in the manga but its here and I'm going to talk about it!

ITS WARM!

Like his love for her! 😭😭😭

I read too much romance guys. I'm too loved up. I'm sorry I'm like this.

BUT LOOK AT HIS FACE!!!

Tell me this boy isn't in love!

Tell me he isn't thinking how actually, he is pretty lucky to have someone like Anna.

And really, no matter what they are about to face, everything will work out.

I don't know man. I love the addition of this scene in the 2001 version. Likely one of my favourites, along with a selection of others.

I'll go back into my hiding hole now. That was longer than I thought it would be, and it you made it to the end, well done 😌

[at1nys-blog]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of Rin Okumura with a female childhood friend who is exactly like Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood..she certainly wasn't girly and she trained as an exorcist when she was 7 and became a Senior exorcist at the age of 13 and she was a teacher by the time she is 15 and she had a Meister as a Dragoon user and Doctor. She was raised by her grandmother after her parents died in the line of duty when she was 6. She is immune to blue flames. Herself and Rin do often bicker like an old married couple..or she would hit him with her wrench.

Rin Okumura's relationship with his childhood friend from childhood to now and evidently falling for her.

Yukio Okumura's relationship with his childhood friend from childhood to now.

Shiro Fuijmoto's relationship with the daughter he never had.

Izumo Kamiki's relationship with her

Shiemi Moriyama's relationship with her

Ryūjj Suguro's relationship with her

Renzō Shima's relationship with her

Konekomaru Miwa's relationship with her

I had so much fun writing this thank you for the request. I hope is good enough because this is like my third time making a bullet point type of ff so if it isn’t good I apologize.

Also this contains little spoilers of the three seasons, read at your own risk

Father Shiro Fujimoto’s HC

Growing around exorcist, you already knew what you wanted to do from a young age. After your parents died during a mission, the dream to become an Exorcist became your reason to keep going

At 6 you went to live with your grandmother, which had a little nice apartment close to a church.

This is how you became closer with the Okumura brothers, Father Fujimoto and the other Exorcists of the church.

A week before your 7th birthday you got into an incident with a minor demon, nothing too serious but Fujimoto decided to start training you along with Yukio to become Exorcists.

Fujimoto treated you as his daughter.

He loved spoiling you with gifts and whatever

Birthday, Valentine’s Day, Christmas you name it

will try to make you be more "ladylike" but fails everytime. He wants to buy you a new doll? You ask him to get you the new Transformer; he wants you to wear a dress? You rip them apart so you don't have to wear them

Gives up almost immediately because he just wants you to be happy and comfortable

Jealous dad mode if you hinted to have a crush on a boy you met at the park or if you joked one of the teachers was better than him.

Dad joke 25/8. Like you can’t escape him and his dad jokes.

Sleepovers at theirs because he wants to read you three a goodnight story. Again impossible to say no.

Tells Rin and Yukio to protect you even though you can handle it. For him is their mission to keep you save (spoilers you keep them out of trouble)

Breakfast is his favorite time of the day because he loves domestic bs with his three kids.

Makes your favorite, if one of the twins hate it even better (most of the times is Rin the one who complains)

Proud of you and Yukio when you became Senior Exorcists at 13. Celebrated by taking you two outside at his favorite restaurant.

Tried to make you drink some sake because “you are old enough.”

Got you a notebook for you to write down everything you need.

When you become a teacher he might have or have not shred some tears.

Proud dad awards goes to him because he won’t stop reminding the Vatican you are just 15 AND a teacher.

Yukio Okumura's HC

Is he very shy with you at first but opens up after a while

Is embarassed when you protect him from bullies but is very grateful that you stand up for him

He is not a picky eater unlike his brother so whatever you like, is fine with him

When you start training as Exorcists would 100% leave sticky notes on your front door wishing you a good day when he wakes up before you

always asks you how training went during dinner

He is the one starting a fight between you and Rin because every time you deny liking each other he would use the "you act like a married couple" proof

Your and Rin's shipper #1

He is the one that knows all your secrets because he is the twin able to keep them

Hates you when you force him to ask a girl out

or when you set up on a blind date because "I'm a teacher and member of the True Cross, I don't have time for dating"

you don't listen to him

Also involved Rin but everything went so horribly wrong never asked him again to play Cupido for his brother

Side eyes Renzo whenever he is around you. Renzo breaths too close to you? Side eye. Does Renzo ask you for help during study sessions? Side eye. Does Renzo require your help during a mission? SIDE EYE

He only trusts Rin and Bon with you

Knows when you are lying to him

Shiemi Moriyama's HC

Used to visit her mother shop a couple of times while an Exwire

While Father Fujimoto was busy buying herbs and plants you were in the back listening to her

She learned you aren't too fond of flowers (to keep) so started gifting you trinckets and other stuff that you could use for your selection of guns

She is glad you try to help her during your lessons as much as you were able to

loves your food even though is not the best (yours is number three on her list)

Ask you to show you your creations if possible and is very invested in what you make

Listens to you carefully, might not understand much but still actually listens to you and asks a lot of questions

Will ask Nee to decorate the room with flowers and trees to make it more cozy

Comes to you for advice on boys cofcofYukioOkumuracofcof

Your and Rin's shipper #2 because of Yukio

Shiemi is too nice to tease you but would totally tell you to confess because she can tell there is something going on between you two

Shiemi is the one behind your surprise bd party but also the one who might almost spoil it (I can see her being too excited that she would give you hints not on purpose)

Izumo Kamiki's HC

She is reluctand to befriend you, just like with everyone else

Gives you the cold shoulders for the first weeks of knowing you, because you are friend with Rin and she thinks you want to force yourself as her friend

She also thinks you won't like her that much

But you give her space and it takes her off guard because what does it mean you aren't forcing yourself in her life? She is not used to it so she will confront you?!

She thinks is all a plan to make her spill her secrets and such but when you say that you want her to feel comfortable around you she just

She is in aw

She thinks you are cool

You are one of the few people she actually likes

Tries her best to be a good friend to you outside school time

Looks up to you but won't admit it outloud.

If she has problems with homeworks or anything school related would come to you for help but will never let people know

Bon found out by accident though

If she does particularly good you will write a note on her test making her hide it because there is no way people will see it but Paku

Fangirls over it when in her room alone

When she is okay with you talking to her you find out she is pretty nice

Izumo is another member of the "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad

Ryūjj Suguro's HC

Has a platonic crush on you because how can you be this young, a Dragoon, a Doctor AND a teacher?

He lies to himself saying that you being the teacher is just a plus since he always wanted to Meister Dragoon

Looks up at you

Subtly tries to impress you with his skills with fire weapons

Self proclaimed president of the "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad.

It started as a joke but Renzo made him make it his mission to keep him away from bothering you

Loves your laboratory

He is able to hang around in your lab even if you aren't around, is very quiet so he uses to study if the library is full or if he doesn't want to be around people

Likes to tease Rin when test's scores are out

Still can't believe you are friend with Rin

Asks you for private lessons if possible because he wants to be a Dragoon and wants to be the best of his year

Heart eyes when he sees your gun's colletion

Totally asked you advice when he had to choose the Meister because he wanted to ace EVERY SINGLE ONE????

In Kyoto you found out he talks about you a lot (thanks mama Suguro)

Konekomaru Miwa's HC

You help him a lot with his self-esteem (boy needs it)

Complimenting him a lot when you know he is in need of it

Has a hard time not treating you as a teacher outside the classroom

Loosen up a lot during your time in Kyoto

Was the brain behind the creation of "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad as a joke

Realized he created two monsters (Izumo and Bon) because the two of them take it seriously

feels the need to apologize to you for that even though you repeat him is okay and that you found them funny when they scold Renzo

Slip in some secrets about Bon and Renzo just to have a laugh with you

He has a lot of ideas for new Dragoon weapons

A LOT of inside jokes between the two of you

Renzō Shima's HC

A flirt since day1

pouts if he gets a bad grade as a way to make you change it (doesn't work)

the victim of death glares from Yukio; head hits from Bon; Izumo's kicks

Bon and Izumo would totally keep him away from your lab

You know he is a good student but likes to act dumb

Your favourite of the class but you never made it show

If he doesn't flirt he is pretty funny to be around

Think of him as one of your closest friends

In Kyoto befriended his family immediately

Made a video when him and Rin got drunk as blackmail

Heart broken at the School Festival because, wait a second he is with the enemy????

Second guessing everything he did and said to you

You did think it was your fault if he sided with them

Second guessing your job as a teacher because you had to notice if your stundents have a hard time

Rin Okumura’s HC

When your grandmother went to Fujimoto’s church to pray you went with her and this is how you met Rin first and then Yukio

Kept meeting him and Yukio at the park near your house and started to be close to them

He was the type of kid to make you go out and play with him and his brother

Falls in love with you the moment you punched a kid because they were bullying Yukio

Made a note to himself to never anger you

Would pretend to hate your favorite food because he knows Father Fujimoto will make it just to piss him off

Mentally knows all the things you like

Gifts you random things. Wild flowers, pretty rocks and such

Reminds Fujimoto you don't like to wear dresses

A little jealous when you start hanging around Yukio more than with him

Thinks you have a crush on Yukio because you go out with him too much, but tries his best to get your attention

When Satan takes over Fujimoto he can't face you becuase he thinks you hate him. He hates himself enough as it is

Can't avoid you long becuase you are his teacher at cram school

If he was surprised about his brother being a teacher, he is even more surprised to find out you are his teacher as well

Kinda of made 2+2 to why you hung out with Yukio a lot

Jelousy will increase because of Renzo trying to flirt with you in class but he is also proud of you because you don't fall for it. (proud boyfriend)

On lunch break you spend your time with him and the rest of the class (unlike Yukio you aren't as busy as him)

He likes to tease you every now and then but just to make clear to the others he is close enought with you to do so cofcofRenzostopflirtingwithRin'sfuturewifecofcof

Hates it when you hit him for no apparent reason (you always have a reason but he is oblivious as always)

Confesses twice. Once while drunk and the second time after the battle against the impure King in Kyoto

After you accepted his confession and told him it was reciprocated he won’t let you eat anything but his food

if you try to change bentos with Miwa he would give you a bombastic side eye

Clingy because Renzo won’t get it you two are a couple now

Bickering increases now

Acting like a married couple

Gets hit a lot by your trinkets because he likes to play with them while you are trying to work

He breaks your stuff every now and then this is why he isn't allwed in your lab if alone (Bon teases him because he can hang around there even when you aren't around)

But he gets back at Bon because “I’m her boyfriend and you are not” as if he cares but Suguro let's him brag about it

He let’s Izumo act all lovely dovey with you because he is scared of her when she is mad

KURO LOVES YOU

And Rin is jealous of a cat too

Kuro is a cuddly cat with everyone but with you? Even more

Is always napping on your lap no matter what

Rin let's you choose for everything because he just wants to make you happy

Feels the need to protect you even though he knows you can handle it

Still jealous if you have a mission with his brother

Would text you every five minutes you are away

[dilly-oh]

Laundry Day

    It had been building for weeks now. Piling up, bit by bit. Iruka ignored it for as long as he could, shoving it to the back of his mind and going about his daily business, teaching at the Academy and pulling shifts at the Mission Desk like nothing was wrong. But eventually, even he could deny it no longer. When he checked his closet and found that all he had to wear was a single ketchup-or-maybe-blood-stained crop-top, tight yoga shorts, and flip-flops, he knew it was finally time to stop putting it off. There was no other choice left. 

    He had to do laundry.

    “Oh my God, who did you kill?” Anko asked as he dragged the bulging laundry bag down the hallway of his apartment complex.

    “You, if you don't back off,” Iruka snapped at her. “There's just enough room in here for a body.”

    “I sincerely doubt that,” Anko said, cocking an eyebrow at the huge bag. “Seriously, what gives? That thing must be, like, a hundred pounds. Is this some kind of new training craze?”

    “It's laundry day,” Iruka stated. Anko blinked. “I haven't done laundry in two months,” he went on impatiently. “It's kind of hard to find the time between my job teaching, my job at the Mission Desk, and my other job keeping Naruto and Sasuke from killing or kissing each other in public, and since they all count as full-time jobs with none of the benefits, I literally have nothing else to wear.” 

    “Ah. That would explain the booty shorts.”

    “They're called yoga shorts, and they're comfortable.”

    “I don't care what they're called, your ass looks amazing in them.”

    “Stop ogling me!” Iruka barked, his cheeks flaming. Anko's eyes didn't move. “Am I gonna have to go have another talk with HR?” Anko paled.

    “Oh, God, please don't. Last time I had to watch a three-hour film on sexual harassment in the workplace. I had to take notes. There was a quiz after.” 

    “Then stop. STARING.” Iruka gave Anko one last glare, then continued on his way, dragging his laundry bag after him with all the dignity he could muster. Which wasn't alot, considering the bag was heavy as fuck and he'd kinda been neglecting his standard workout routine. Because, you know, three jobs or whatever. 

    There were quite a few laundromats scattered about Konoha, all stocked with specialized, heavy-duty cleaning supplies for shinobi needs (to aid in the removal of blood, guts, and other icky bits picked up from slaughtering enemies and whatnot). The one Iruka usually frequented was located about ten blocks away, which normally wasn't too bad, especially if Iruka went by rooftop. However, that was quite impossible at the moment, considering his giant bag of dirty clothes was hefty and ungainly enough that it would probably squirt right out of his arms and kill an unfortunate pedestrian below. Also, it was the middle of summer and the sun had decided to be an asshole that day, blazing down like some kind of fire Jutsu and scalding every living thing in sight. To make matters worse, the laundry bag seemed to grow heavier with every step until it was like dragging Hokage mountain down the street. So by the time Iruka finally managed to heave the bag halfway across Konoha and up a flight of stairs into the laundromat itself, he was a hot, sweaty mess, his ponytail half-undone and hanging in his face, damp clothing sticking to his skin. 

    Which was exactly why Hatake motherfucking Kakashi was in there, of fucking course. There was no way Iruka's silly little crush wouldn't be in the one place he'd hoped he wouldn't be. 

    Iruka wanted to crawl into the nearest drier and turn it on.

    Maybe he won't see me, he thought as he quietly slipped inside.

    “Hey, Iruka!” Kotetsu shouted from across the entire laundromat. “Nice shorts!” 

    Everyone immediately turned to look.

    Well I know who I'm going to kill now, Iruka thought to himself miserably as he was ogled by every shinobi in the room. He made a mental checklist and vowed to prank each one in retaliation. His body was a temple.

    “You know you could have just stuffed that in a scroll,” Genma said after peeling his gaze off Iruka's thighs, twitching his senbon at the bulging bag. 

    “I'll stuff you in a fucking scroll,” Iruka hissed at him, wiping a sweaty strand of hair out of his face.

    “Ooh, baby, talk dirty to me,” Genma cooed.

    “You're disgusting,” Iruka said flatly. He glanced around, looking for a table with any inch of free space, perfectly willing to fight someone for it. There, in the back, he spotted one last table...right next to Kakashi. Because, you know, this day couldn't get any worse. Iruka debated waiting an extra ten minutes or so to see if the laundromat emptied out a bit, saw Genma wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at him, and decided anything was better than this. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he dragged his bag over to the open table beside Kakashi and started dumping clothes out.

    Kakashi, thankfully, didn't respond to his sudden arrival except for a polite grunt and nod in greeting. Iruka nodded back, then focused for the next several minutes on organizing his dirty clothes, intent on ending this humiliation as quickly as possible. As he worked, he couldn't help but sneak glances at Kakashi while he sorted his lights and darks. The man was busy folding his own laundry, bent over the table, his movements precise and methodical, done with the utmost care. Iruka almost suspected he was using the Sharingan to achieve such perfect folds. He glanced down at the clothes themselves, expecting combat fatigues or maybe a pair of well-worn sweats. 

    Instead, he was surprised to discover Kakashi was folding almost two dozen miniature flak jackets with some kind of funny emblem on the back. 

    “Did...did you accidentally shrink that in the drier or something?” Iruka blurted out before he could stop himself. Kakashi looked over at him, blinking lazily, then chuckled, a husky sound that made Iruka's knees weak. 

    “Of course not,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. “This is my ninken's laundry.” 

    Iruka had to hold in a snort. The famed Copy-Nin of Konoha, scourge of all enemies, feared by missing-nin, doing his ninken's laundry? It was ridiculous! It was absurd! It was...

    Adorable, quite frankly. Iruka's heart melted a little at the sight of him carefully piling up their little vests, careful not to crease them.

    “It's a pain,” Kakashi went on. “They're so picky. I have to use unscented detergent and dryer sheets or they complain.”

    “Too bad they don't sell a fresh cat-shit scent,” Iruka chuckled awkwardly before biting his lip. 

    Kakashi, however, took no offense, throwing his head back and laughing aloud.

    “Ha! They'd like that! Maybe they have a three-day-old steak one, too.” He grinned at Iruka through his mask, one visible eye twinkling. Iruka flushed, and he quickly turned back to his laundry, realized he was holding a pair of underwear, and flung it away, his face flushing darker as he busied himself with sorting again. “You've got quite a load,” Kakashi went on after a moment, nodding at the mountainous pile in front of him.

    “Yeah, I've been putting it off for a while,” Iruka grumbled distractedly, searching for a stray sock's missing partner with no luck. “This is literally the last thing I have to wear, so I either do laundry today or go into work tomorrow naked.”

    “I knew I should have finished that mission report,” Kakashi said under his breath.

    “Very funny,” Iruka scoffed in annoyance, shoving his first few loads into the nearby washing machines.

    “Oh, I'm dead serious.”

    The annoyance turned to anger, and Iruka looked over at the other man to give him a piece of his mind, only to find him staring right back, his warm grin having grown into something much more inviting, bordering on flirtatious. Iruka's sharp comment died in his throat and he cleared it roughly, feeling hot all over. Awkwardly, he reached for change in his pockets, then froze. He looked down and swore. He didn't even fucking have pockets. Stupid booty- YOGA shorts. He'd forgotten the quarters, and he didn't dare leave his clothes unattended for fear someone like Genma would be a creep and steal a pair of underwear or something. Also, Izumo and Kotetsu had a habit of borrowing things and never returning them, and he could see them eyeing several of his favorite shirts from across the laundromat. He'd just have to pack everything up and return home. What a waste, the whole trip had been for nothing-

    The clink of coins snapped him out of his mental cursing, and he looked up in shock to see Kakashi paying for his loads. 

    “Oh no,” he sputtered, “please, Kakashi, you don't have to-”

    “It's fine. You can pay next time,” Kakashi said with a wave. 

    “But I...well...oh, alright, fine.” Iruka sighed, giving in. “Thank you.”

    “So it's a date then,” Kakashi said. “Which cycle do you prefer?” 

    “Cotton cycle, cold water, extra rinse, please,” Iruka said automatically, then blinked. “Wait, I'm sorry, did you say-” 

    “See you next week,” Kakashi was already halfway to the door, his ninken's clothes tucked under his arms and a pile of quarters left on Iruka's table for the rest of his loads. Iruka gaped after him in shock. 

    Had that...really just happened? Had he really exchanged pleasantries with one of the most infamous shinobi of Konoha while folding laundry? Or had it all been merely a dream, a figment of his imagination-

    “You washing those shorts, too?” Genma asked hopefully, leering like a hungry wolf.

    Nope, he was definitely awake. Iruka threw some Tide-pods at Genma to chase him away before turning back to his loads, shaking his head in wonder.

    He'd definitely be doing his laundry more often from now on.

(Written for @kakairu-fest KakaIru Month 2021, Day Ten Prompt: Laundry)

[kashi-prompts]

Flowers For A Shinobi

Chapter 10: A Feeling

Word Count: 2,765

Pairing: Kakashi x OFC

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Ka-ka-shi. 

The image of his first teammate's soft brown eyes gaping back at him sauntered into his dream as though it had just happened yesterday. Blood dripped from her lips. 

Kak-ashi. 

Obito's crushed face stared back at him distantly. A cough of blood. Dozens and dozens of other shinobi who died before him whirled in his mind. The resolve he made never to let his comrades die only came to be after seeing so many of them perish right in front him. All the instances where he was moments- no, seconds away from saving someone and their lives had quite literally slipped from his hands. 

Ayame's face swirled in his mind. The streaks of orange in her braid and her light green eyes that always catch in the sun. The tension from Rin and Obito's faces dissolved. She reached for his face, touching with hesitancy and admiration as a soft smile drew across her lips. Her fingers felt like small shocks of electricity against his cheek.  

Something grabbed her by her abdomen, drawing her back into an abyss. The shared intimacy quickly swiveling to panic as he jolted forward, calling her name only for it somehow to fall on deaf ears. He reached for her, watching something pull her into the ground, her delicate hand reaching up towards him. 

Kakas-hi!

Kakashi inhaled sharply, both eyes opening immediately to scan his surroundings. A bead of sweat dripped from his hairline and over his silver brow as his eyes rested on Ayame. His ninken stared up at him, curiously concerned for their master's abrupt awakening. Behind his tight ribcage, his lungs felt like a sponge trying desperately to grasp hold of a puddle of water to soak itself. A weak hand lifted to his collarbone, rubbing it uncomfortably to calm his breathing. He noticed his jonin jacket was unzipped. 

He sighed restlessly, closing his left eye slowly as his head fell back against the stone wall. He took in a deep breath, the scent of morning dew and garbage mixing offensively in his sensitive nose. Shifting his head, he looked down at Ayame, her shoulders moving just out of sync with the rhythm of his own breathing. 

His mouth felt dry as his mind wandered back to his dream. What did it mean? Why was he dreaming of her? It was typical for the restlessness of his career to catch up with him in his dreams. But the vision of her affectionate gaze coupled with the imaginary touch of her fingertips to his skin caused an unfamiliar twang in his lower stomach. He swallowed hard, turning his head back to close his eyes. 

A wet nose nudged at his fingers. Shiba's standard rigid glare was soft with regard for his master. Kakashi lifted a hand, petting the dog to comfort his unsettled eye. 

Beyond their makeshift shelter, the maturing sunrise was climbing over the row of hoveled buildings. The orange glow soaked their surroundings in warmth. His breathing finally relaxed as his fingers wove between the hounds grey mane. 

His mind wandered back to the mission assigned to them. A pit arose in his stomach, thinking of those men back in Konoha. He could only hope that Pakkun made it back to the village before dusk, as the Hokage had ordered. If those men died because he was too weak to return to the village on time, he would never forgive himself. Ayame had done her part, causing her to remain unconscious until her body recuperated from the strenuous amount of chakra she had used. 

Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, dusting off the prior day's dirt he had neglected to clean from himself. He shook his head, scolding himself for the rash decision to rest last night rather than pushing on. It was not like him. But his body was weak from whatever it was he had inhaled. 

As he coolly acknowledged his ninken, he wondered again how he hadn't perished from whatever it was that filtered through his lungs yesterday. Perhaps it was only a temporary toxin meant to knock him out. Still, his body continued to feel off from whatever it was that had entered his airways. 

"I'm heading back to the village now," Kakashi told the dogs, their ears attentive to his words. Each nodded, understanding that they were no longer needed. One by one, they all disappeared from his sight, leaving small puffs of smoke in their wake. 

Kakashi sighed as he knelt in front of Ayame, touching her wrist carefully. He counted her heartbeats. 70, 71, 72. Normal. He exhaled. 

Gingerly, he tucked his hands around her shoulders and the backs of her legs, picking her up and holding her tightly to his chest. The earthy musk of yesterday's work mingling with her natural floral scent reached his nose intriguingly. 

As he began to walk towards the village's gate, he made an effort to look straight ahead. He knew if he looked down at her at such proximity, his whole body would flush. There was something about her that drew him to her, like a mariner to a siren. He could deny it all he wanted for the last two days, but the tightness in his chest as he carried her back to Konoha certainly told him otherwise.  

He felt absurd, like some little schoolboy with a crush on a classmate who would go above and beyond to deny it to anyone who asked, including himself. What would happen if he just ignored it? Perhaps he would leave her at the hospital and never see her again? The mission was complete, he thought. He would never have to deal with these strange feelings of attraction again. 

That is what he would do - ignore it. He didn't need this type of distraction in his life. He had a job to fulfill and a village to protect. It's not that he couldn't have had a relationship before if he wanted one. He could have easily pursued some of the women in the village. And yet, he didn't. The number of people he had lost in his life was a strong indication that whoever was near him died. He didn't need to add to that number. 

He thought of Minato. The way he loved Kushina was something that very few shinobi find. He wished they could have been around longer to see Naruto grow and become the man he was now. He wished Minato could have been around to see who Kakashi had become. Perhaps he would know what to do in this instance.  

The morning light sliced through the forest's tree leaves, reflecting off Ayame's auburn braid tucked around her shoulder. It caught his eye, and he glanced down. All at once, an electric shock ran through his body quicker than his lightning blade could ever penetrate someone. The warmth of her body against his wrists generated a prickle to travel over his skin. He shook his head, taking a deep breath. Looking back up, he began forging ahead on his journey back to Konoha, feeling a strange sense of comfort. 

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"Kakashi!" Izumo called out from behind the green gates of Konoha. His partner, Kotetsu, promptly ran out from behind the watch stand to greet the tired jonin. 

"You look exhausted, Kakashi," Kotetsu pointed out as he reached him. He looked down, observing the bundle of auburn braided hair tucked away in his arms.

"She needs medical attention," Kakashi told them passively. His arms felt numb from the hours of carrying her, but he needed to make up for the time he slept last night while she laid next to him, passed out. 

"Do you need help carrying her?" Izumo questioned, quirking an eyebrow curiously at the copy-ninja as he strode past them, headed in the direction of Konoha's hospital. 

"I've got it," he told them both calmly. He knew she would be alright, he told himself. But there was still that ounce of guilt he felt for getting himself into such a predicament the previous day where she needed to support herself with such little chakra she had. She was not a properly trained shinobi, yet she defended herself favorably. He thought again of how lucky she was even to be breathing. 

The cool air of the night tickled at his exposed cheekbones, causing them to burn the longer he stayed in the cold. He gripped her thighs and shoulders closer to him, feeling that her skin was chilled against his fingers.  

The end of a weekday night was wrapping up as Kakashi made his way towards the hospital, curious eyes accompanying him. Villagers and shinobi alike returning home after an honest day's work. The path to the hospital felt longer than usual, his bones weary from the long trip coupled with whatever it was that he had inhaled the previous day. His body yearned for the comfort of his bed. 

Looking down at Ayame, she stirred slightly against his chest. She grimaced in pain, despite remaining unconscious. The streetlamps above him illuminated the constellation of freckles across her wrinkled nose. He quickened his pace. 

When the two finally reached Konoha's hospital doors, Kakashi believed he might faint. Carefully, he handed Ayame off to a petite nurse with unexpected strength and a troubled gaze. As she left his arms, the warmth she had provided him quickly vanished, and the cold, sterile environment of the hospital enveloped him instead. 

With his mind in a haze, he caught the nurse's upper arm as they followed the petite one. He spewed everything he thought may help her to the nurse. 

"Thank you, Hatake-san," the nurse responded, perturbed by the interaction. "We will take good care of her."

"Kakashi-" he heard from behind him, his shoulders pushing back at the sound of the voice. Turning, Tsunade strode towards him with stern eyebrows. Nurses all around scattered. 

"Oi," He nodded respectively, "Hokage-sama -"

"Come with me," she interrupted him, curling a finger to indicate for him to follow her. Kakashi looked back in the direction the nurses had taken Ayame. He wondered about her condition. Another feeling of guilt washed over him. He had beaten the situation to death in his head as he had traveled back to Konoha. Different strategies he could have applied passed through his head continuously. It was a beginner's mistake.

The Hokage led Kakashi into an examination room, pointing immediately to the examination table to sit down. 

"Did Pakkun-?" Kakashi asked tiredly, his shoulders aching. 

"Yes, he made it back yesterday evening," Tsunade responded, her back towards him as she shuffled medical equipment around on the counter. He could feel his blood pressure rising the longer he stayed in the building. 

"We were able to successfully formulate the antidote, thanks to Ayame's quick thinking. Pakkun relayed the message to me. I'm glad you both made it back in one piece. Although I'm a little disappointed in the way things played out." 

Kakashi hung his head, examining the dirt under his fingernails and restlessly picking it out. 

"All the shinobi that came in have been treated and are on the mend now. Although their chakra levels will suffer, at least they are alive." 

Kakashi looked up, feeling the weight of the mission lift from his chest. He felt relieved to know the mission had been a success. 

"So tell me what it is that happened," Tsunade questioned, turning around to lean against the counter. Her arms folded against her busty chest, her caramel-colored eyes stern as she assessed him. 

Kakashi rehashed the knowledge he had acquired over the last few days. His eyes felt heavy as he told her of the state of Rōtasuagekure, the enemy they had unexpectantly encountered in the cache, and the toxin he had inhaled. 

"Obviously, this man has something to do with the poisoning of our men," Tsunade said firmly. "We need to find out more. You indicated this Daichi is a part of a group, it seems. We have to find out where they are from and how they acquired such a technique. And why they are targeting Konoha shinobi." 

Kakashi nodded, "I agree. It seems their jutsu is similar to Ayame's, more so in the sense of plant-based jutsu mixed with poison. I am unsure if Ayame is capable of creating poisonous foliage, but I'm sure it is not too far-fetched."

"Do you think these men are from Rōtasuagekure?  Or what is left of it?" 

"It could be," Kakashi held his chin, pondering the question as his mind flashed back to the desolate path that wound through that village. He thought of that boy that laid dead against the brick building. What could have happened there in such a short few years for such famine and decay to occur? 

"This Ayame girl," Tsunade began cautiously, "what do you think of her?"

Kakashi looked up, "she seems very capable."  

"I agree," Tsunade nodded, tapping her chin. "Pakkun's report was favorable. She saved herself, you, and Konoha's men. She may not have the shinobi academic background, but she could certainly learn. We could use another earth style on the force." 

Two silver eyebrows knitted together, "what was Pakkun's report?"

Tsunade looked down at Kakashi peculiarly, smiling lightly. "Although he hadn't seen the whole ordeal, he had seen what had happened after a hole had erupted from the ground where you two had disappeared through. He said he had smelled some fumes and came over." 

Kakashi lifted an eyebrow, "had he seen how she had killed Daichi?"

Tsunade nodded, "he said she had used some form of vines to asphyxiate him. It was unexpected of her, to say the least. And the chakra it took was evident by her fainting afterward, just as she did in my office."

"I'm surprised she had enough chakra to use the scroll," Kakashi said thoughtfully. 

"I know," Tsunade nodded in agreement. "Pakkun watched her produce that field. She fainted quickly afterward, and the other ninken kept her safe until you were awake. Her chakra levels are still low, but if she has gone from fainting at the quiver of a leaf to somehow being able to produce vines strong enough to kill someone, she has potential." 

"She learned to meditate," Kakashi explained to the Hokage. "I told her the general basics of chakra levels and how to acquire more through training. She seemed to have grasped it pretty rapidly."

"Well, that explains some," Tsunade mused, looking over at him. "You seem to have formed a good working relationship with her thus far. Perhaps you could train her." 

"I don't know about that," Kakashi waved a dismissive hand. He wanted to avoid her, not spend every day with her.

"With Sakura under my wing and Naruto off with Jiraya, I could easily grant you the time to provide her with proper training." 

Kakashi sighed heavily, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension. 

"I'll think about it," he said finally, "we don't even know if she wants to be a shinobi."

"Think quickly. And as for you, I need you to lay back so I can examine you." 

"I'm sorry?" Kakashi questioned uncomfortably, his eyebrows lifting to under his silver bangs. 

"The amatoxins that you inhaled could have severely damaged your liver. If not for Ayame giving you the oral antidote, you would have died there slowly and painfully." 

Oral antidote? Kakashi asked himself. He reached up, touching his sternum where his jonin jacket had been unzipped. The tightness in his chest had just barely dissipated. The sticky substance underneath his mask made the realization evident that she had to have seen his face to give him the medicine. 

"Lean back, please," Tsunade demanded impatiently, her palms glowing green. 

Slowly, Kakashi lowered himself back to the examination table, his mind whirling from the influx of news he had just received. She had saved herself, him, and the Konoha shinobi with such little chakra, he couldn't believe she was even alive. 

As Tsunade's hands hovered over his side, Kakashi looked over through the glass door, and down the hallway the nurses had brought Ayame down. He considered Tsunade's words, her recommendation for her to become a Konoha shinobi. He wondered how she would react to such an offer. Would she want to be a part of such a system? To hone her skills and dive back into nature she had left behind in Rōtasuagekure? 

"She'll be alright," Tsunade said to him abruptly, her eyes glancing over at him. 

He turned his head back to look at the ceiling, not feeling himself. 

"I know." 

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Hokage’s Office: Under the Desk

100 Follower Celebration - Day 4

Kakashi Hatake x Reader || NSFW

Warnings: porn without plot, lots of oral, Kotetsu & Izumo are clueless, Yamato isn’t as clueless as Kakashi thinks he is, cursing, you know how these go

Word count: 2,007

A/N: I’m really glad y’all are enjoying these. I feel like it’s just the same story over and over, but like... Also, MY TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES ARE SOLVED! 

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Making out in the Hokage’s office was always a fun game. Making out in the Hokage’s office with the door still unlocked was playing with fire. You had no idea how you ended up grinding atop Kakashi in his desk chair, a mix of limbs tangled around each other, groping at any flesh you could reach. Your mixed panting the only real sound in the room other than your muffled groans against each others lips. Sweat began to gather on your brow while you swiveled your hips against the front of Kakashi’s pants, making him grow harder with each passing moment.

You had both been humping each other to the point where you’d begun to feel the beginning heat of orgasm, but that quickly changed when Kakashi’s eyes flew open. His heightened hearing had detected footsteps approaching the door. With catlike reflexes, his large hands grabbed you by the waist. He hoisted you off of him and placed you on the floor below his desk before he scooted his chair in to hide you. He’d just finished adjusting his mask over his nose when Kotetsu and Izumo entered the office.

From beneath the Hokage’s desk, you knew exactly who had entered the second you heard Kotetsu’s voice speak from the doorway. “Lord Sixth, we finished our shift and wanted to give you our border patrol report.”

You smirked to yourself when an idea popped into your head, your gaze landing in front of you on the tented fabric between Kakashi’s legs. Wasting no time, you unfastened his pants and freed his painfully hard erection. When he realized what you were about to do, despite present company, Kakashi couldn’t deny the arousal stirring in his gut. His member twitched slightly at the thought of your mouth around him in front of his subordinates, causing you to smirk below his desk. 

“Very well,” Kakashi hastily decided, “I’ll take the scroll, and you’re both dismissed!”

You chuckled internally when you positioned your lips just close enough to his pinkened, leaking head to make him feel your breath fanning across the sensitive tip. He should have come up with a more convincing dismissal, but at that moment, Kakashi’s brain was consumed in an aroused haze, well aware of what you were about to do.

“Lord Sixth, shouldn’t we review it before you dismiss us?” Izumo suggested after sharing a confused glance with Kotetsu.

In that exact moment, Kakashi felt the tip of your tongue place a kitten lick across his sensitive tip. His chest tightened when you repeated the action before your tongue switched to stroke along the vein beneath his hard, throbbing length. The sensation left him drawing in a slow inhale of breath. He tried to play it off to the pair of chunin as a sigh in agreement. However, in his mind, he was silently cursing the situation. Kakashi was tempted to scream, “You’re kidding me! They choose now to be thorough!”

You wrapped your lips around Kakashi and slid your awaiting mouth down his cock, relishing in the salty taste of every inch he offered your hollowed cheeks. Kakashi’s whole body twitched a bit when Izumo held out the scroll for the Hokage to receive, but neither of the chunin seemed to notice.

Pulling back your mouth from under the desk, you sucked Kakashi in again, now working your hand over what you couldn’t fit. You made sure to flatten your tongue when he filled you, and when you retreated, you flicked it against the tip the way that made his head spin.

As your pace gradually accelerated, Kakashi found himself staring at the now unrolled scroll before his eyes. The faster you bobbed your head, the closer he got to his release, and he couldn’t read the text in front of him even if he tried. Instead, he found himself simply pretending to read it while he tried to keep himself from bucking into your warm, wet mouth that left him spiraling towards his release.

Even though he hadn’t been staring at the scroll for long, the second Kakashi felt your nails scrape against the skin of his balls, he closed the paper and looked directly at Kotetsu and Izumo, stating, “Very well. Good job. You’re dismissed.”

His veins were filled with electricity, and he was sure he was going to blow while Kotetsu and Izumo bowed and exited the room. The second the door clicked shut, Kakashi leaned back enough to see you sucking his dick like your life depended on it, and a long groan escaped his throat at the sight. His hands tossed the scroll somewhere to the side before one of them took hold of your hair, shoving your face down on his cock so you were gagging.

You let out a whimper at the heavy feeling of Kakashi on your tongue and your throat, but you gladly took what he gave you.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while his hips bucked into your awaiting mouth. Tears prickled in your eyes, but you attempted to fight them back while you choked on Kakashi’s dick.

However, your gag reflex came out once more, and that was the end for Kakashi. His balls tightened, and his cock twitched in your mouth, grunts and curses spilling from him while he emptied himself into your mouth.

You tried to swallow everything he gave you, but a little bit did dribble down your chin because of how messy he was. However, once he rode out his high, and you released his cock with a small pop, his thumb quickly wiped up the drop and patiently waited for you to part your lips again for him. When you did, he shoved his thumb in your mouth and you sucked it clean, moaning around the digit before releasing it like his cock.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he panted before a look filled his gaze, “Now… let me have a turn.”

“Kakashi, you don’t have t–”

“Just sit in the chair and shut up. I want my revenge.” He stood from his Hokage chair, fondly shaking his head at your antics. You rose from beneath his desk with a smirk to match his, and you plopped in his chair with a roll of your eyes.

Kakashi was on his knees before you could even retort, and he glanced up at you while his hands worked you out of your pants. You were a bit taken aback, but he quickly explained, “You know I can smell you, right? You’re fucking dripping, doll.”

You blushed a little at his words, but he had already moved on to shucking your pants to your ankles along with your underwear. He was gazing at your soaking folds like he’d just found heaven. Pulling down his mask to reveal flushed cheeks, he immediately spread you out to press a kiss against your cunt.

“Mine.” You barely managed to hear him growl it out, but it sent a shiver of pleasure straight to your core.

Your breath caught in your throat when he dove in between your legs, immediately licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, flattening his tongue at first until it flicked against your clit to circle the throbbing bud. You quickly grabbed the armrest on the chair, trying to keep yourself from gasping out at the sensation of Kakashi’s tongue.

He worked you just the way he knew you liked, first sucking on your clit and running his tongue everywhere he could, licking up everything you had to offer. The sensation was becoming too much, and you tried to back away, but he pulled you to the edge of the chair by your thighs, so his face was flush with your cunt. However, he decided to switch it up, moving from your clit, down to your entrance, circling the slick opening before his tongue caught in the center. He thrust his tongue inside you, causing you to let out a soft yelp.

It was short lived, though because just as quickly as he acted, he retreated. Just when you were about to ask what he was doing, he retreated under his desk, pulling the chair by the arms, so you were in the same position as before, but now the roles were reversed. Just in time too because the click of the door alerted you to another presence entering the room right as Kakashi resumed his task of slipping his tongue in your entrance.

Now, Yamato stepped into the room. “Lord Si– Oh, hello, Y/N.” He was obviously surprised to find you sitting in the Hokage’s chair. “Have you seen Kakashi senpai anywhere?”

“Nope! I was just waiting for him to get back.” Your high pitched voice came out more desperate than you’d intended, but you couldn’t help it with the way Kakashi’s tongue dragged in and out of you so deliciously that you were tempted to start humping his mouth. As soon as the excuse left your mouth, you knew it was a mistake. What if Yamato decided to stay and wait for Kakashi too?. He’d definitely catch on to your current predicament, and you’d never be able to look him in the eye again. Covering your tracks, your last shred of logic suggested, “He’s probably helping Naruto with something.”

That sounded better, and it was the best excuse you could come up with while Kakashi’s mouth was between your legs. He’d decided to switch his ministrations too, flattening his tongue across as much expanse as he could while dragging it back and forth.

The sensation had you gripping composure with white knuckles. Kakashi was truly pulling out all the stops to make you writhe. The blood pumping in your veins had you flushed and desperate. The heat of your orgasm growing with each stroke of the skilled tongue on your folds, well aware of how to abuse all of your weak spots.

“Okay,” Yamato drew you out of your pleasured haze when he spoke, “in that case, if you see him, please let me know. If you tell him I’m looking for him, he’ll hide.”

You would have laughed at the irony of the situation had the very man you spoke of not been pleasuring you beneath his very own desk. Besides, you were getting close, and if you had tried to laugh, it would have turned into a moan.

Instead, you opted to hiss out, “Will do!”

You thought you were in the clear, and you were extremely grateful. You could feel the quaking of your orgasm swelling deep inside you, your hearing partially blocked out with how good Kakashi was making you feel, but you fought your release since Yamato decided to speak again.

“By the way, are you alright? You look like you just ran a mile.”

You took a second to get ahold of your body, white hot pleasure burning you because of how close it was.

“Yeah, I’m fine! I just got back from training!” You overenthusiasticly explained before shooing him out with a hand, “Alright, see ya!”

Yamato took the hint and turned on his heel. As soon as his back was to you, your hand flew under the desk to grip at Kakashi’s silver hair, working your hips gently against his mouth that was now sucking hard on your clit while you writhed.

Just when the door closed behind Yamato, you finally allowed your release to consume you, your legs clamping around Kakashi while your body practically collapsed on itself. You back arched while your high hit you like a train, igniting every nerve in your body until you were burning with the white hot pleasure of your high. You couldn’t help the broken cry that escaped your lips while Kakashi continued abusing your throbbing cunt, working you through the ripples of bliss until your hips were twitching with overstimulation.

He pulled away with a wicked smile on his face while you panted, frantically trying to catch your breath.

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A Little Brick House

Based on prompt 29: Brick House, from the March Prompt List posted by @creativepromptsforwriting. (Link to prompt post here)

Blue Exorcist fanfic beneath the cut

Izumo and Shiemi, non-exorcist au.

Izumo couldn't tell you how long that brick house had been there. But she noticed it every day on the walk to school. It was old, with broken windows and no door. She'd looked at it many times, angling her head and raising herself on tip-toes to try and get a look inside, childhood curiousity overcoming her sense of what is socially acceptable. But regardless of the missing doors and the broken windows, she could never really see what was inside.

Izumo was thirteen years old when she first saw her; a pretty little blonde girl with large sparkling eyes. She looked to be about the same age as Izumo, maybe a little older. And she was walking in and out of the little brick house, as calmly as a child would in their own home, carrying bundles of something wrapped in her little apron. Izumo was so transfixed that she stopped walking to stare. Her friend, Paku, kept walking, babbling on about their homework, but her words were nothing more than a buzzing background noise to Izumo. The girl was kneeling now, among the tall grass of the old ugly lot.

The more Izumo watched her, the more everything else seemed to fade away to the background. The sunlight was warm and hazy, as if a filter had been placed in front of her eyes. A high pitched ringing sound rang in her ears, growing louder and louder. And then the girl looked up. Her startling green eyes met Izumo's sharp maroon ones and Izumo couldn't look away. It was odd. Like there was something...not quite right about this other girl.

Just as suddenly as their eyes had met, the weird feeling was shattered. "Izumo! What are you doing? We'll be late for school," Paku called. Izumo blinked and turned to her friend, startled to realize she was several meters ahead of her.

"Ah!" Izumo turned back to the old lot, but though the brick house and everything else was still there, the young blonde girl was gone. She shook her head and trotted to catch up to her friend. "No, nothing, I'm sorry. I must have spaced out. Let's keep going," she apologized.

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It was weeks before Izumo caught another glimpse of the girl. This time, she was walking alone, as Paku had gone to school earlier to help with an upcoming partner project. Izumo wished she could be so lucky. The boys she was paired with were both highly annoying and lazy in her opinion. They were lucky if they made it to school on time, there was no way she could get them to be there early.

It was out of habit that she looked at the run-down brick house in the little lot. She never admitted to herself that she was looking for the other girl again, but she couldn't deny the surge of satisfaction she felt at seeing her again. Izumo looked at the little watch Paku had given her as a birthday present. She had time. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, Izumo stopped on the sidewalk and faced the house. The blonde had yet to notice her. Izumo frowned and chewed her bottom lip. Her heart pounded in her chest and her palms were clammy as she gripped the strap of her bookbag.

"H-hey!" she stammered, quietly at first. The girl didn't look up, didn't even blink. Izumo frowned. "HEY!" she shouted this time. The blonde girl looked up with wide eyes.

"A-a-are you talking...to me?" she asked hesitantly, her voice high pitched and soft. For some reason, the hesitancy in her tone grated on Izumo's nerves. She frowned and crossed her arms, feeling her confidence come back.

"Do you see anyone else around for me to talk to?" she snapped. Why am I the weird one in this situation? Why does she look scared of me? She's the strange person in that house, should she even be there? Izumo wondered. "That's private property, you know. You can't play games there."

The girl blinked. "O-oh. Um. I know. I live here."

Izumo narrowed her eyes. What? She has to be making fun of me. There's no way she can live there, the girl concluded. "No you don't," Izumo protested. The girl tilted her head, looking more at ease than she had a moment ago.

"I do," she answered with a small smile. "Would you like to come and see?"

Izumo almost took her up on the offer, if only to laugh at the girl when Izumo was inevitably proven right. But the barking of a nearby dog grounded her back in reality and she glanced at her watch. "I...I don't have time for that right now! I'm going to be late for school," Izumo replied, feeling as though she was making excuses. "A-and you should be going to school, too!" She jabbed a finger at the other girl. The blonde girl just gave a small, timid smile. And that timid smile only annoyed Izumo further. She huffed and turned on her heel to continue walking. Her ears burned red, even though she told herself she wasn't the one who should be embarrassed, she wasn't the one claiming to live in an old run-down house as if it was something to be proud of.

The girl was not there on her walk home.

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It was two years before Izumo caught a glimpse of the girl again. She was walking with Paku again, on the way home from school this time. She'd looked at the house again and again on their way to and from school over the past two years, so much so that glancing at it now became a habit. Over time, the feeling of disappointment she got when she didn't see the girl there had lessened. Which was why now, when she caught a glimpse of blonde hair through one of the broken windows, she stopped to do a double-take. Sure enough, it was her. She had the same blonde hair, same bright eyes. Her expression was less pensive and more relaxed, but it was her.

Paku stopped walking with her, and glanced between her and the house. "Izumo? What are you staring at?"

Izumo blinked...and the girl was gone. She frowned slightly and shook her head. "U-um. It was nothing. I thought I saw...someone in that house. But it must have been a trick of the light," she answered as she continued walking. Paku tilted her head.

"Oh, yeah. That makes sense. I've had that happen before too, where the light makes it look like someone is in the window or something," she agreed with an easy smile. She fell back into an easy chatter next to Izumo. Izumo did her best to pay attention, but her mind couldn't help but wander back to the conversation she'd had with the blonde two years ago.

Did that even happen? she wondered. A quick look snuck over her shoulder revealed the blonde girl now standing in the front of the lot. The blonde met her eyes and smiled, raising her hand in a tentative wave. Izumo blinked and her eyes widened before she quickly turned away.

***

Months flew by. Izumo had sighted the blonde girl a few more times. The other girl would smile and wave, but Izumo never responded. Truthfully, most of the time it was because she was with Paku, and she was nervous that maybe this girl wasn't one-hundred percent real. After all, Paku never mentioned her. And wouldn't Paku mention someone who acted so oddly and appeared to be living in an old run-down house?

So she pretended the blonde girl she saw didn't exist. And she pretended she didn't feel a pang of guilt each time she turned away, just barely catching the flash of disappointment on the other girl's face. Izumo would turn away and keep walking.

***

Izumo muttered to herself as she jogged through the rain on her way home, book bag held over her head. "Of course I forgot my umbrella," she reprimanded herself. "Of course." Water splashed up against her stockings as she ran through a puddle and Izumo cringed at the feeling of the wet cloth on her skin.

Even in her haste to get home, Izumo couldn't stop herself from looking over at the old brick house. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks.

The blonde girl was out in the rain, kneeling in the grass, with no raincoat, no umbrella, barefoot, in a long skirt and light blouse. Absently, Izumo's brain wondered at the girl's sanity, but that thought was soon pushed aside by the fact that the girl was not wet. She didn't have a drop of water on her, though she sat so blatantly in the rain. Izumo blinked, almost certain her eyes were playing a trick on her. She squinted at the girl and stepped forward, her arms going lax at her sides. Her bookbag slipped out of her hand and landed with a wet plop on the sidewalk. Izumo jumped slightly and looked down at the bag. When she looked back up, the girl's eyes were on her. Her head was tilted and her lips parted slightly, a small crinkle in her brow, as if she was confused by what she saw. She blinked a few times, and then looked upward, as if only now becoming aware that it was raining. Izumo flushed, embarrassed she had drawn the girl's attention by dropping her bag in the rain. She bent down and picked it up, wincing at the cold wet cloth and the realization that her homework and books were likely soaked now.

When she stood up again, the blonde girl was right in front of her. Izumo jumped back a step. "Wh-what are you doing?" she demanded. The girl just grabbed Izumo's hand.

"Come on, you're soaked," she answered, and she turned around and dragged Izumo behind her toward the brick house. Her hand was as cold as the rain water and Izumo almost shivered.

Izumo really didn't see what going into the abandoned house would do in terms of helping her dry off, but she didn't argue. She was too shocked to string two words together. Where did this sudden bravery come from? This girl always looks so shy, she pondered.

She didn't realize the rain was no longer coming down until they were inside the house. Izumo looked around herself, and just about stumbled out of the house. It looked totally different inside. There was a table, chairs, a rug on the floor, a short hallway leading to the back, and a fire in the fireplace. Izumo frowned at the fire, trying to remember if there had been smoke coming from the chimney, but she didn't have too long to ponder it, as the other girl had let go of her arm and was now fussing about a tea pot on the stove. Izumo watched her for a moment, before she remembered she was soaking wet and dripping water on her host's floor. In a panic, she looked down and started to apologize, only to realize that, although the water dripped off of her, none of it was making the floor wet. It just seemed to...disappear.

Izumo blinked and looked around, a dizzy feeling coming over her. Her eyes caught sight of the window and she stumbled backward, falling onto her bottom. The windows were fully intact, showing a vibrant scene of a warm day with a beautiful yard and a small garden full of various herbs and vegetables.

"I...I...what?" Izumo stammered weakly, drawing the attention of her host. She turned back to face the doorway. It was still empty of any door and she could see the rain falling down outside. Izumo kept looking between the window and the door, whipping her head back and forth so fast she almost got whiplash. A feeling of unease rose steadily inside of her and nausea washed over her. "What is going on?"

"Oh," the other girl spoke. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how disorienting this could be." Her voice was soft and gentle, and she offered a hand to Izumo. Izumo stared at the hand in front of her before taking it. The other girl helped her to her feet. "Come here. Have some tea. It will help you feel better, I promise. And you can stay here until you're warm and dry." The girl guided Izumo to the table and helped her sit. Izumo was still too stunned to say anything. The girl continued to bustle about the kitchen now, talking as she fixed up some tea and gathered some cookies on a plate. "My name is Shiemi. I've lived here for some time," she stated. Izumo just nodded, still lost for words. She listened as Shiemi talked about her garden and how much she loved it, and how her mother had raised her in this house until she regrettably passed away. Izumo only spoke then to offer her condolences. Shiemi gave her a soft smile.

Izumo really couldn't find her voice, or the nerve to ask questions at all. She just drank her tea and ate the cookies in silence as Shiemi spoke enthusiastically. She did notice that her clothes had dried, and that she felt much warmer. Also much sleepier.

After Izumo's fourth or fifth head bob where she fought against sleep, Shiemi exclaimed "Oh, I'm sorry. You must think I'm terribly rude! You're so tired. Come, you can stay in my spare room." She ushered Izumo up and led her out of the kitchen and down a short hallway to a small bedroom. Izumo was too tired to protest. Her limbs felt heavy, and her vision was a little blurred with exhaustion. She curled up easily on the little mattress, and Shiemi draped a blanket over her. As she left the room, Shiemi spoke over her shoulder softly. "Thank you, you've given me everything I needed." Then she closed the door. Izumo couldn't ponder over her words too long before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

Izumo woke with a shiver. she frowned and reached for the blanket, but she couldn't find it. There was something hard digging into her back and something gritty under her cheek. Blinking blearily, Izumo propped herself up and looked around. She was in a dimly lit room, with no furniture. The only source of light was the light of the rising sun that filtered in through a filth-covered window. She was laying on the floor, which was covered in dirt and dust. With a cry of disgust, Izumo leapt up and brushed herself off frantically. She looked around, trying to recall what happened the night before. She vaguely remembered a nice house, and there being rain, and that blonde girl...Izumo's brain latched onto that thought. The girl! Shiemi! I'll ask her!

Izumo opened the door and burst into the hallway...which was just as dirty and barren as the other room. A nauseous feeling crept up in her gut. She swallowed and peered into each of the rooms, one by one. There was no evidence of the house having been inhabited. When she reached the front of the house, she recognized her bookbag on the floor, next to the doorway. But there was no other furniture. The windows were broken and grimy. The fireplace was empty and looked as though it had been unused for a very long time.

With shaking hands, Izumo picked up her school bag. She looked down at her uniform. It was full of dirt and dust. Wincing, Izumo peeked outside. The sun was just barely rising. She glanced at her watch. There was lots of time for her to get home before she would have to get ready for school. Izumo dug into her bag to grab her phone and checked it. Five missed calls. From mother.

Crap, Izumo thought. She looked at the time. Well, better get it over with. She dialed her mother's number and waited for the anxious outburst to begin. Izumo forced all thoughts of Shiemi from her mind as she frantically apologized and tried to soothe her mother's worries on the walk home. She ended up not going to school that day, her mother too anxious to let her leave home after being out all night.

***

Izumo never saw the blonde girl again. She looked. Every day, she looked at the house as she passed it on her way to and from school. And on her days off, she found every reason she could to walk by it. But she never again saw the shine of blonde hair or the sparkle of Shiemi's green eyes.

A few times she went inside the house, alone. But it was the same as it had been when she woke up inside it; a little brick house, abandoned and covered in dirt and dust.

[bluewindfall]

28 rin/shiemi; 43 izumo

Haha, thank you for the ask!!! I wrote the two prompts separately, so Izumo’s is underneath. :) 

The prompt is: something about [them] for Rin/Shiemi. This is set after chapter 114 in the manga.

The garden is as massive as it is indescribably beautiful. She’s been here for nearly a week, and there is still so much of it to see. 

“Lady Shiemi,” one of the attendants ducks under a stray branch. “We’d best be returning soon.” 

“Ah, okay,” Shiemi nods. “Just one minute.” She’s stopped trying to ask for their names, but they're not as unwelcoming as they’d felt in the beginning. 

She steps around a reaching bush to get a closer look at a flowerbed. As she kneels, the white buds unfurl to greet her with their delicate gold centers. As endearing as their affection is, she wishes they wouldn’t strain themselves. 

Her fingers brush past their waxy leaves to trace along a fallen branch. She has yet to see any of this garden ailing, so why are these ones struggling?

There’s something off. 

It’s not a branch, but a harsh, rusting iron shaft. 

“Oh, um,” she turns back, “why is this here?” 

The attendants shuffle closer in whispers of rustling cloth. “Before Shemihaza’s crystallization was housed here, this was the entrance to the garden.” Two of the attendants crowd over, reaching to examine the long shaft of metal. “This is a remnant of the demon-warding gate.” 

So that’s why.

The rust isn’t harmful, but the metal’s warding properties have blocked Shemihaza’s influence. This shrub isn’t suited for this environment, and without the crystals, it might not survive long here. 

It’s trying so hard though. She can tell. It’s trying, very very hard. 

Shiemi places a hand on the prickly surface of the metal, and holds back a smile. 

There was a gate in her garden too, wasn’t there?

It had always creaked horribly whenever it was moved, but Shiemi never minded. It was nice to have a warning before anyone came in. More often than not, she’d hide away from her mother’s visitors and wait until they left before coming back out. 

Only, one day, that gate came crashing down, louder than ever, and Rin was there telling her to stand, to do what she really wanted to do. 

She’d been swept up in that whirlwind of confidence he was, drifting far, far away on that rising draft like a dandelion seed.

The world outside was huge. It was frightening and painfully uncomfortable. There were countless times when she thought about hiding away, back into her garden. 

The world outside her garden is unkind, and sometimes she has no idea how to live out there. 

And yet, something about Rin has always given her courage. In the beginning, it was because he’d looked strong and so unbelievably confident. Only as time went on, did she finally realize that his confidence was incomplete. 

That confidence is rushed and it’s contagious. She doesn't know how she saw Rin here or if that was a hallucination, but she knows he’s still fighting. 

She wants to help. 

This time, she’s going to help. 

“Let’s leave it alone,” Shiemi decides. 

As she draws her hands away, the mottled discoloration of rust clings to her fingers. 

“Are you certain, Lady Shiemi? If it is unable to draw from Shemiha—”

“It’ll be okay.” 

This place is not where either of them are meant to be, but it’s where they are, regardless. 

If they can’t leave this place, then their only choice is to sprout, grow roots, and thrive here. One day, they’ll stand tall. They’ll stand so tall, they will tower over everything else, and no one will dare to deny them anymore. 

Someday, when this is all over, she’ll return with her head held high. Until then, she has every intention of using this position to her advantage. 

This is her duty, as it is her birthright. 

She will not fear it. 

Shiemi smiles as she stands. “It’ll be okay on its own.” 

She will not fear and she will not falter. 

That is her promise. 

For Izumo, the prompt is: undone. This is set after chapter 64.

The night after they leave Inari, she can’t sleep. 

She sits at the foot of her bed turning the slim silver key over in her hands, overwhelmed by a strange sense of quiet. 

The doubts she held onto for so long are ashes in the wind, and for the first time, there is nothing holding her down anymore.

Whatever happens from here, she’ll be okay with it.

Everything is okay...and then it’s not. 

It happens a couple days later when she goes to the supermarket. She’s reaching up for a package in the freezer, and a little girl skips past her. 

Izumo lunges before she even realizes what she’s doing. “Wait.” She drops the package, snagging the little girl by her elbow. “Wait a second,” she adds, pitching her tone softer when the little girl scrunches her eyebrows in dismay. 

Izumo kneels slowly. “Your shoelace is undone,” she explains, tying a neat bow. She tugs it once to check that it’s taut. “There,” she says, straightening the bow a little, “you’re good to go now.”

The little girl gives her a cautious smile before waddling off. Izumo stoops to pick up the package she dropped just in time to see the little girl give her a small wave. 

She’s really cute, with chubby cheeks and short dark hair.

For one second everything is still okay, and then, it’s not. 

...Who are you?

Izumo leaves the supermarket in a daze, with a million thoughts at war with each other in her head. 

It’s not fair, but it’s better this way. 

Tsukumo is happy. 

For Izumo, that’s everything, and it’s been more than enough. 

It’s supposed to be enough. 

It’s not enough. 

The more she tries to convince herself, the more her resolve disperses, like smoke rising in the air. 

It’s not enough, but it’s too late. It’s too late. It’s too late because Tsukumo is already happy. She has a mother and she has a father and she has someone to run to when she’s bored, she has someone to teach her kanji she can’t read, she has someone to tell her stories before she goes to sleep, she has someone to make sure she dresses properly for the weather, she has someone to tie her shoes when the laces come undone—

She doesn’t need Izumo anymore. 

She doesn’t need Izumo, and it’s not like Izumo even has the right to do those things for her anymore. 

Tsukumo is happy, and that’s enough. 

But enough suddenly doesn’t cut it anymore. 

The next day she goes after class and corners Takara even though she doesn’t have the slightest idea what she wants to ask for. She stands there with her fists clenched at her sides, grinding her teeth in frustration, when he hands over a business card and leaves without another word. 

A business card. 

Tsukumo used to collect these, didn’t she?

She dials the number on her phone, and hovers pathetically over the call button. 

It’s late. 

She should try tomorrow. If she calls this late, she’ll come off as impolite. She needs to think about what to say. She needs to make a good first impression. She needs to be careful. She needs to be—

She hits the call icon.

Her heart is beating so loudly she can barely hear the ringing. It feels like an eternity has passed before there’s a soft click and a man’s voice on the other end answers, “You’ve reached the Takara residence. What can I do for you?”

Izumo swallows dryly. “H-hi,” she stammers, clutching her phone in a death grip. “My name is Kamiki Izumo. I...I want to know if I can speak to Tsuku— Tsukiko,” she blurts. “I’m her older sister.”

“Pardon me,” the man says, “do you mind repeating your name once more?”

“Kamiki Izumo.” 

“One moment.”

There’s a long pause, then an odd sound of fumbling before a woman responds, slightly out of breath. “I am Tsukiko’s adoptive mother, Takara Eri. I must admit, I wasn't aware Tsukiko had any siblings, but it’s...it’s very good to hear from you, Kamiki-san.” She pauses. “Would you like to set up a date to meet with me to discuss this in person?”

“Yes,” Izumo says immediately. “Please.” 

Takara Eri lists off a couple days next week. Izumo agrees to the earliest time possible, scribbling down the date on a scrap of paper. 

“Then, I look forward to meeting you in person. Take care, Kamiki-san.”

“Thank you.” 

The call ends.

Izumo sinks to her knees, clutching the phone with both hands. 

“Thank you,” she whispers. 

Tsukumo doesn’t need her, and that’s fine.  

It’s too late for them to return to what they were before, but she doesn’t want them to be nothing at all. It’s not right for her to end it like this. 

She wants to let Tsukumo decide. 

No matter what that decision is, Izumo knows she’ll be okay with it. 

[shipitrealgood]

Rizumo Week Day 1: Tears

WHOOP I’m a day late, but here’s my day 1 fic! It’s been a while since I’ve written, so please excuse the roughness. (I also ended up taking it in a wildly different direction than I had planned to, but I’m happy with it. I wanted to write something more lighthearted.) I’ll always love this pair, even if it’s dead!

@the-new-rizumo-week-blog

As Rin stares down at Izumo, his popsicle slipping out of his mouth to its untimely demise, a question flitters through his mind: how does he always seem to find her when she’s crying?

She glares past the cascade of tears at him, her face flushing a mortified red. Her shaking hands threaten to tear apart the volume of manga she holds. The words “Kimi Monogatari” are written across the cover in big, bubbly letters, which surround a blushing boy and girl.

There’s no way around it. Rin has witnessed something he shouldn’t have.

He edges back toward the corner he just turned to get here. Back toward the carefree stroll he was on just a second ago, before he looked in the face of pure maiden fury. Back toward when his biggest worry was what dinner to make for Yukio, instead of worrying if he’s the dish on the menu for Mike and Uke tonight. Why, oh why, “why is Izumo here?”

Oops. He said that out loud, huh?

But from the way she blinks, he’s caught her off-guard, and her momentary glance to the side gives him the chance he needs. “I was… waiting,” she mutters.

He pauses mid-escape. Come to think of it, why is she sitting on the stoop of his dormitory? “Waiting for…?”

Izumo seems to curl into herself more, look away from him more, blush more, tremble more. “F-For…” She jumps at the rustling of the plastic bag around his wrist as he scratches his head in confusion. Her brow furrows in determination.

She hops up and whirls to face him, pinning him to the spot with her glare. “For you, Rin Okumura!” The challenge in her voice activates his fight-or-flight response. But since he is rooted to the spot and would never attack her, it’s an ultimately useless burst of adrenaline that surges through his veins.

Her hands deftly return her manga to her bag and prepare to grab something else as she says, “This… is payback.” Energy rolls off her in waves, and his tail bristles in fear. Dimly, he wishes he could see his friends one last time, so he could tell them all how much he loves them—

“Here!” An object is thrust before him and his vision goes white. Ah, the end comes so quickly…

…

Or maybe not. His consciousness gradually returns to him as his vision clears enough to see what looks like a three-tiered bento box. Each level of the round, black box has purple flowers painted across it. The flowers’ hue matches Izumo’s hair, which he realizes is now all he can see of her, as she is bowing at a truly impressive angle.

Numbly, he takes the gift from her extended arms. She whirls away from him at an impossible speed, pointedly facing the other direction. This is all… so very weird. But he still pops off the lid.

Soba noodles, decorated neatly with various toppings, stare back at him.

Izumo shakily reaches out her arm again, holding what looks like a small, cute teapot. “T--… The sauce.”

Rin accepts it. Stares at it. Wonders why it won’t tell him any of the answers he seeks. Realizes it’s just a teapot.

Although his brain doesn’t work, his mouth still does, as he opens it and finally says, “Thank you?” Blinks. “Wait, p— you said— payback? Why so— why this— what??”

She takes a deep, shaky breath. Her best friends’ encouraging words still ring in her ears, telling her to go for it, don’t worry, just be honest! It takes a lot of courage to not just give in to her instincts and deny everything and run. But then, Izumo Kamiki has always been courageous.

“It’s… not payback, exactly. I don’t know how to even start paying back what you all… what you did for me. But… it’s a thank you.” She turns to him. His anxiously wagging tail catches her eye, and… she smiles. “Thank you, Rin, for saving me.”

His breath catches in his throat. The presents start to slip from his hands, but he scrambles to catch them, and by the time he looks back up, she’s running away. He switches between staring after her and staring at the bento, her beautiful smile still painted in his mind, before the cookbook in his brain finally gives him the final piece of the puzzle:

It’s Izumo soba.

He runs after her.

[sj4iy]

Translation: “Ao no Exorcist” Chapter 94 Summary (SPOILERS!!)

Here is the summary for this month’s chapter of “Ao no Exorcist”.  As usual, I wrote this as I read it, so please forgive any translation or spelling errors.  Major spoilers ahead.

Ao no Exorcist Chapter 94

“The End of Snow Part 3″

Lightning is tell Osceola’s group how hospitable they are and praising them for using a magic canceller to detain him.  Osceola replies that it’s an obvious measure against someone who was struggling violently.  He then says that the conference is tomorrow, and that Lightning should just settle down until then.  Lightning asks him if he’s going, and Osceola replies that he’s taking command because a dullahan has appeared in Rome and caused a panic.  Other monsters have appeared in other places, as well, and that even the Paladin has gone into action.  Osceola remarks that these kinds of incidents of high level monsters showing up in highly populated places haven’t happened before, and Lightning agrees, saying that the demons’ movements have become more and more active.  He mentions that Mephisto’s barrier is only effective for two months, and that it’s dangerous for Angel to be in front of the artificial Gehenna Gate.  Lightning says “I hope nothing unpredictable happens”.

There is a meeting at the Prime Minister’s residence back in Japan discussing the events that transpired.  The Prime Minister, Hajime Matoudo, looks upset as they talk about the various problems arising from the situation.  He then asks where Johann Faust is.  Mephisto walks in late and apologizes for making them wait, saying that the Order is also preoccupied right now.  The Prime Minister angrily states that this stuff was the Order’s territory from the start, and wants to know why this is happening since they were supposed to take care of this kind of thing before it became a big problem.  Mephisto explains that the reason it didn’t become a big problem before was because less than one percent of the world’s population could see demons clearly since demons avoided human gaze by nature.  “It will be different from now on…a world where the entire human race can see demons is coming,” he states.  Mephisto then asks them if they’ve seen the Order’s “anti-magic plan”,  saying that the crisis situation should have been run through the committee several times when the Prime Minister angrily says “T-that’s absurd…there’s no way we can trust you…!”  He goes on to say that they need to maintain the status quo of denying the existence of demons in order to maintain public order, because bringing everything to light will cause society to regress back to the dark ages.  Mephisto says there is no going back anymore, and that it’s better to focus on strengthening their magic countermeasures instead of escapism.  Mephisto asks for the Prime Minister’s decision, saying that the Order will support him with all of their power.

Izumo is on her way to meet everyone at the dorm when she sees that Lord Feris is going to speak just after noon and realizes that they are going to make public the presence of demons.  As she walks in the door, she sees Rin protesting to Suguro that Yukio could never do such a thing.  Sugaro states that it’s not a lie, Yukio pointed a gun at him and wanted to know what Suguro knew about his and Rin’s birth.  Rin remembers what Yukio said in their room, asking Rin if he wanted to know about the circumstances of their birth, and that Yukio wanted to know.  Sugaro says that Yukio wasn’t himself at all, and Shiemi says “Yuki-chan said ‘I”m all alone, I don’t have friends or family”.  She starts crying, thinking that she screwed up.  As Suguro tells her that it’s no use worrying about it, Rin rushes out in anger.  He screams “That bastard!!!!” as he runs.

At the Prime Minister’s residence, Shura is whining about being Mephisto’s SP and asking why she has to wear what she’s wearing, and he tells her that she’s known as the “Incredibly Beautifully Breasted Exorcist” on the internet (to her shock).  He says that optics will be important for the Order from now on, and that she will be a good advertisement for the organization.  The conference is about to start, and the prime minister goes up to speak, blaming the recent incident on ‘anti-social creatures’.  The press starts asking questions, including “does this mean you are confirming the existence of ‘demons’?”  Back at the dorm, Suguro mentions that it’s taking ambiguity to the extreme.  Behind the stage, Mephisto says “Humans truly are sweet” as he answers his phone.

Shima is on the line and tells him that Yukio is becoming more and more dangerous.  We see a flashback of Yukio taking Shima down and holding his arm behind his back when Shima attempted to talk to him.  Shima says “He’s very strong…is that Satan’s power?” but Mephisto explains that Yukio has been training his body since childhood while Shima has not.  Shima says he lost sight of him, and that he’ll look for him but for Mephisto to be careful in the meantime.

Just as he gets off the phone with Shima, Mephisto sees Yukio in the shadows behind him.  Mephisto asks him how he managed to get there, and Yukio says “You know, don’t you?  About everything.”  Mephisto asks him what he’s talking about, and Yukio screams “About this eye!!  Look!!!!”  Mephisto says “Wow, how beautiful.  Your father’s color.”  Yukio asks him if he has inherited the same power as his brother and demands an answer, to which Mephisto says “I refuse”.  Off stage, Mephisto is called to talk, and Mephisto tells Yukio “I don’t have time to go on a journey of self-discovery with a child” and walks onstage.

He starts giving his speech when Yukio gets angry and points his gun at Mephisto.  Shura sees Yukio in the wings and wonders what he’s doing just as Mephisto is shot in the middle of the forehead.  The crowd panics and starts running, and people see that Yukio is pointing a gun at Mephisto and grab him (even though it clearly was not Yukio who shot Mephisto from the angle of the bullet).  Shura asks Mephisto if he’s okay, and he starts to laugh it off as a ‘trifling wound’ but then starts falling back.  The group is watching what happened on the tv and there’s confusion as to what has happened and who was shot.  Rin is running through the streets as people around him start talking about the shooting.  Rin takes notice when they say that the “Clownish-looking director of True Cross Academy” was shot, and looks up at the tv to see Yukio tackled on the ground.  Rin goes crazy, jumping over tables and screaming “YUKIO!!” to get to the tv.

Back on the stage, Shura is telling Mephisto to hang on, and he says that he’s weaker than he thought.  He waves her closer, and tells her that with his body like this, his barrier will fall away and the artificial Gehenna Gate will start to grow again.  He says that he can’t discard his body yet, and that he is dropping the barrier.  She says she’ll contact the Vatican.  He starts wheezing,  saying that this is a development that hadn’t happened before now, and that man’s actions are ‘unpredictable’ (using the same term that Lightning did earlier)…therefore interesting.  Yukio is surrounded and handcuffed.

Rin sees this on tv and people start yelling at him that they are trying to eat (because he’s on top of the table).  Rin asks where there is happening, and they tell him that it’s at the Prime Minister’s Residence.  He thanks them and takes off.  He wonders “Yukio…what in the hell happened?”  Suddenly he stops in shock (he feels something has happened).

In Russia, near the artificial Gehenna Gate, the Paladin takes an emergency phone call from the Vatican.  Just then, Mephisto’s key crashes to the ground.  The Paladin yells for everyone to retreat as the demons start coming through the broken barrier.

To Be Continued in the Next Issue…

[sufferthesea]

Hi can you do something with this? Tsunade throws a ball (or something fun ) for the ninjas (after the war) and hires someone(that's shy) to teach dance for the ones that want extra practice and Genma ends up asking the girl who was hired to go to the ball with him?

Of course!! This is such a cute request ommggg, thank you for sending this in!! Sorry if it’s too long. I don’t know how not to do that??? Also I haven’t finished the series so, like, everything I know about most of Shippuden/the war is through gifsets, rip. 

I’m sorry this took me a while to get out! I had 3 different versions and this was the one I liked most. I also haven’t written for Genma since I was like 15, so I kinda took cues from @shiranuigenma​ ‘s writing. If anyone knows Genma, it’s her (what a hoe). 

Words: 3.406Rating: General Pairing: Genma x Reader 

Your entire body stiffened at the solid knock on the front door of your studio,signaling someone’s unexpected arrival. You’d been hired a littlemore than a week earlier to give a few dancing lessons to some of theshinobi in the village for the upcoming dance that the Hokage, LadyTsunade, had arranged. When she’d called you up the week before,she explained that she wanted the residents of Konoha - especiallythe ninja who had risked their lives during the war - to know thatthey were moving forward and leaving the dark past behind. While manypeople were still recovering emotionally and physically from the war,and bits of the village were still in disrepair, enough time hadpassed for something as seemingly frivolous as a Shinobi Ball to beheld.

“It will beshinobi only,” Tsunade had explained to you very seriously. “Ithought it’d be nice to have something just for them. However …These are trained soldiers of war. Many of them won’t be willing togo to these lessons, but I’ve made them mandatory for that veryreason. I really don’t want to see a bunch of grown adultsstumbling around like pre-teens, stepping on each other’s toes andfalling over themselves. Everyone has to have at least a full week oflessons, and after that they can get extra lessons from you if theywant.”

Tsunade had seemedvery sorry that you were the only person in charge of teaching dozensof shinobi how to dance, but your studio was the only one leftstanding in the village - and since dance lessons weren’t apriority immediately after the war, you were the only instructor whowas still teaching. But every one of the ninja who’d shown up forthe past lessons had been more or less very kind and willing to workwith you - and, surprisingly, with each other. The ones mostenthusiastic about learning to dance were the ones you had come toknow as Gai and Lee. They were both already incredibly flexible andagile (even with Gai’s leg in a cast), eager to learn the evensteps and calculated movements of the dances on the list Tsunade haddrawn up. (More accurately, the list her assistant Shizune had drawnup.)

Thankfully, Gai andLee’s overenthusiastic participation in every lesson - and theirnatural talent for many of the dances - had distracted most of theothers into watching them, leaving you without a dozen pairs of eyes on you. It also helped that many of the shinobi were more interestedin dancing with one another (an exuberant blonde had been more thanwilling to partner up with a girl with pink hair “for old time’ssake”), and some of them seemed to know the basics of dance prettywell (a silver-haired jonin turned away when you asked where helearned how to dance and he merely mumbled, “I’ve had … a lotof diverse training since I was a child”).

But as the days wenton, fewer and fewer shinobi showed up for the full lessons. Each onehad been given a piece of paper that Tsunade asked you to mark withyour signature to prove they’d shown up.

“It doesn’t saywe have to stay for the whole lesson,” the one you’d learned wasIzumo said as he held out his slip. “Just that we have to show up.We’ve shown up. Not that we don’t like it here,” he motioned tothe dim studio, hot with body heat and humid with sweat, “but we’vegot a lot of important things to do. I think we’ve learnedeverything we can from you, so maybe just … put your initial nextto the rest of the days? Thanks.”

You’d compliedwith Izumo and Kotetsu who opted out after the second day, and oncethe others realized how easy it was to get out of the lessons, theysoon followed suit and abandoned the class. Yesterday was the finalday of mandatory lessons and only Gai and Lee had shown up, asfaithful as ever, dressed in green jumpsuits and wearing their toothygrins. Not even the stoic Kakashi, who had a natural rhythm he wasalmost ashamed of, had bothered to show up (not that he showed up ontime for the lessons in the first place). As far as you knew, no onehad signed up for extra lessons and no civilian in the village hadstopped by your studio since before the war.

You steeled yournerves, strode over to the door, and did your best to yank it open.It sat crooked on its hinges and the top corner was shoved tightlyagainst the jamb, forcing you to brace one hand on the wall and useyour entire body’s strength to wrench it open. It flew back,slamming against the wall, and sent you stumbling back a few steps.Your face burned hot with embarrassment when you saw one of yourstudents - one of the ones who’d dropped out halfway through -standing there, a look of mild surprise on his face.

“Sorry,” hesaid, chewing on the senbon between his lips, “didn’t mean tobreak your door.”

“N-No!” you saidquickly, reaching out to place a hand on the peeling paint of thefront door. “It wasn’t you. This old thing always gets stuck whenthe weather changes. Uhm, wh-what are you … doing here?”

The man pursed hislips together and the senbon wiggled in the air. “I’m here for alesson, what do you think?”

You looked away whenhis brown eyes caught yours, a look of mischief crossing his face. “Alesson? Did the Hokage realize you dropped out and make you comeback?”

“No,” he saidsimply, leaning against the jamb, his eyes trailing over youplayfully. “As far as the Hokage’s concerned, I came to everylesson. I’m just here for the extra practice.”

Youfelt your hands shake as you picked at the paint on the door’ssurface, letting it crack and flake to the ground. “O-Oh, well …I didn’t think anyone was interested in extra lessons. Only twopeople actually came to all the mandatory ones,anyway …”

“It didn’t hurtyour feelings, did it?”

Quickly, you turnedto him with wide eyes to see his face was serious, his eyes dark.“What? Hurt my feelings? No!”

“Oh, good. Ithought maybe …” He cleared his throat, adjusting the senbon inhis mouth. “So what? Are you gonna make me stand out here allnight? We can dance in the street, I don’t mind. Do you?”

Your ears turnedpink and you shuffled away from the door, awkwardly motioning himinside the cool building. “S-Sorry about that. I don’t normally …er, what dance did you …?”

Genma grabbed theedge of the door and gave it a good once-over. It was clearly in poorcondition and not at all sized correctly for its frame. Biting histongue from making a rude comment, he pushed it closed and it slammedshut, wedging itself closed too tightly. You jumped at the noise andGenma now bit his tongue to keep from cursing. “Uh … Whichever one youwant. I think I dropped out after the third day, right? So, whateveryou taught after that.”

Youfought the urge to give the man an unimpressed look. If he would’vejust shown up in the first place … “Okay, so what do you rememberfrom the lessons you didgo to? We can start from there and continue.”

Genma gave asheepish smile and shrugged. “To be quite honest, I don’tremember much. Do you think we could start over?”

Paling, yourshoulders dropped and you looked at the man in disbelief - but thepuppy dog look he gave you sent a hot blush across your face. Youturned stiffly and mumbled an unconvincing “sure…”

Walking to thecenter of the room and standing to face the wall of glinting mirrors,you watched in the reflection as Genma followed you, a flirtatioussmirk across his face. Did he have any other expression?

“Sure is lonelyhere,” he said, his eyes moving up to look at you in the mirrors.Even if the mirrors hadn’t been there, you would’ve been able totell he was approaching. The floorboards underneath you shifted andcreaked under his weight and you could feel the heat radiating off ofhis body as he approached; he was like a human space heater.

“Mhm,”you said, already regretting this decision. You couldn’t deny thatthe older man was incredibly attractive and the ever-present smirk onhis face made your stomach turn to butterflies, but your cripplingshyness wouldn’t allow you to entertain such thoughts without anice layer of blush covering your face. You were sure that by nowhe’d noticed the embarrassing stutter that cropped up whenever youspoke, a side effect as your brain malfunctioned from his cuteness.Your heart fluttered in your chest as you turned slowly to face him,keeping your eyes away from his. Reaching out with your left arm, youtook his hand in yours and gently folded your fingers between his. Hewatched you closely with entertainment written all over his face -without even looking at him, you could just feel hisamusement. Desperately trying to act professionally, you guided hisother hand to your waist.

“P-Put your hands,um … here,” you mumbled.

“Ooh, saucy,” heteased when his fingers brushed against your hip. You felt yourentire body burn and you quickly adjusted his position, moving hishand up higher on your waist.

“S-Sorry, Im-meant h-here …”

“That’s okay,”he said, settling his thumb under one of your ribs. “I like thisposition better anyway.”

Jell-O didn’tshake as much as your legs were in this moment. You blinked rapidly,the studio suddenly far too hot and small, your hands tremblingviolently.

“You’reshaking,” he murmured, the senbon rolling over his pink lips. “AmI making you nervous? Is it this?” He bit down on the needle so itturned upwards, shining in the overhead lights. “I can put it awayif you want. But, trust me, I’ve never harmed anyone with this Ididn’t intend to.”

“N-No, it’sf-fine,” you muttered. “Take a step back.”

“Huh? Am I too close?” He looked at the space between you two, your hips nearlytouching, his chest hovering before your face. “I thought we weresupposed to be this close for this dance.”

“I mean … that’sthe first move - you take a-a step back. And then you take a step toyour left.”

“Right.” Genmagrasped your hand and waist a bit tighter, pulling you with him as hestepped backwards, slowly going through the dance with ease. When youlooked up at him in surprise, the corner of his lips pulled up in asmile. “Sorry,” he said, “I guess I remembered more than Ithought.”

Genmaled you around the studio and you almost immediately relinquishedpower to him, allowing yourself to follow in his graceful footstepsaround the creaking floor. For a brief moment your eyes closed andyou took in everything about the man you were with. His palms werecalloused and dry - undoubtedly from years of fighting and trainingwith weapons; his shirt smelled like woodsmoke; and his breath wassoft as it brushed against your hair. The clickof the senbon was easy to hear as he bit down on it and rolled itover his tongue to the other side of his mouth. Never once did youdare to look up, instead keeping your eyes on the middle of hischest. Your mind reeled at the grace with which he spun you aroundthe room and you could sense that he was staring at you - smirking,mocking you. He hadcome here fully knowing how to dance; he was just here to get areaction out of you. He’d known from the first day how shy you were- he was one of the ones who’d made comments about how softly youspoke and how you must’ve been afraid of your own voice. Truly youwere afraid of being heard, and subsequently judged, by thedisgruntled ninja who were being forced to take your lessons. He didall of this just to make fun of you.

Whenyou stopped moving, Genma’s hands remained on your body and hechewed on the needle for a while before saying, “So, how was that?D’you think we can move onto something more complex? I heard youtaught Gai something that involved some sort of flip at the end? Idon’t know how hedid it - but I’m sure he’d figure out a way …”

You shrunk back fromGenma, prying yourself out of his grasp. “I-I think that’s enoughfor today. I didn’t teach him a-anything like that. The Hokage’sgiven me a list of dances to teach all of you, and - and they’reall pr-pretty basic. Since, uhm, … you know Gai and Rock Lee werethe only ones to complete their lessons. Everyone else got about asfar as you … so it doesn’t matter if - if I teach you the otherdances … because you’d have no one to dance with.”

“Sure I would.”

“You’re …going to dance with Gai? You know he’s in a wheelchair, right? Ikind of … had to teach him … a modified version of the dances -”

“That’s not -no.” Genma huffed, sticking his hands into his pockets. “I meantyou.”

Youwould’ve been able to hear a pin - or senbon - drop in the silenceof the room. Despite being frozen in shock, your eyes snapped open tothe size of plates and your heart shot up to your throat. Did youhear that right? Genma was asking youto the dance? Finally gaining some sense back, you blinked thedryness from your eyes and looked towards the front door, a beam ofearly evening light filtering through the cracks in the wood.

“You - You should,uhm,” you cleared your throat and fiddled with the hem of yourshirt. “You should go.”

“Wha - why? Did Isay something wrong? Did I -” His eyes widened slightly and he tooka step back, his lips pressing tightly together to keep the senbonfrom falling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, did I do something tooffend you? If I did, then —”

“I can’t,” yousaid suddenly, catching him off guard. “I can’t go with you.”

“Why? Did - oh …”He tried to hide the disappointment on his face. “Somebody elseasked you, huh? I should’ve known. I guess that’s what I get fordropping the lessons. Do you mind my asking - who was it?”

“Huh?”

“Who asked you?Don’t tell me it was Gai. He already has this ‘eternal rivalry’thing going on with Kakashi, I don’t need him starting it with metoo if he finds out I wanted to ask you.”

“No, I - I’m notgoing with anybody.”

“Oh! So you’refree! Wait - then why aren’t you going with me?”

Racking your mindfor a legitimate excuse, you folded your arms across your chest andheaded for the front door. “It’s - It’s a shinobi-only dance.The Hokage told me that b-beforehand. I’m not … a shinobi. Ican’t go. Even i-if I wanted to.”

“Is that all?”

You threw acautionary glance over your shoulder at the man and he lookedrelieved.

“I thought youdidn’t like me or something.”

“It - uhm, I just… I-It’s not professional,” you sputtered, reaching the doorand grasping the handle tightly to steady yourself. “I was hired toteach you, I can’t …”

“Oh, c’mon.Mixing business with pleasure isn’t always bad,” he mused, hisfootsteps echoing in the room as he drew closer. “And I’m surethe Hokage doesn’t mind if you go. I’m sure she’d be glad tohave you there to correct us when we make fools out of ourselves infront of everybody.”

Your hold on thehandle tightened and you wondered if you’d be able to open it intime to make a quick escape into the evening. This was too much foryou to handle. It was bad enough when you were just teaching - butnow he was asking you out, and you still couldn’t tell if he wasmocking you or not.

“Am I making youuncomfortable?” he asked, noting your shaking hands grasping at thedoor handle and twisting it nervously. “I’m not … I’m notgoing to hold you hostage here until you say yes, you know. I - jeez,you’re trembling. Am I scaring you?” Genma took a few large pacesback, throwing up his hands. “I’m sorry! I promise I’m not acreep. I just …” He flipped the senbon in his mouth and lookedaway, a soft pink tinging the bridge of his nose. “I just reallyliked you, was all. I thought you were really cute and …” Hetrailed off, pulling the senbon from his mouth and rolling it betweenhis fingers. “I’ll leave now. Sorry for bothering you.”

Still he stoodbehind you - realizing he couldn’t get past you to get outside. Youreleased the door handle, clenching your hands into fists and turnedaround slowly, your head turned down. “Are you … Are you makingf-fun of me?”

“Huh? What do youmean?”

“Y-You… You dropped out of the class … after three lessons and - andnow you’re showing up for extra practice. And you asked me to thedance, even though it’s only f-for shinobi. Besides, you’re -you’re way too …” You huffed and crossed your arms to keep abarrier between the man and yourself, “You’re way more attractivea-and cool than me. There’s no way you’d want to go anywherewith me. I’m - I’m just a dance instructor. If - If - If you’rejust asking me as a joke, I don’t appreciate it …!”

“No, I’m notdoing anything like that! I really want to go with you! I wouldn’task you as a joke. I mean, I’m not always the nicest but I’m notmean. At least not like that.” Genma took a few slow steps forwardand you looked up to see he was smiling softly, the teasing look gonefrom his face. “Now that we’ve gotten that cleared up … Ifyou’re still worried about the Hokage not letting you attend, thenwe’ll just skip it. We can have our own dance here - just you andme. It wouldn’t bother me any. And if the Hokage asks where wewere, just tell her you were still giving me lessons and we losttrack of time.”

You couldn’t helpbut laugh at that and felt your heart flip at his grin. “If - Ifyou’re serious, then … Okay. Sure. I’ll - I’ll go with you.”

Genma reached hishand and you hesitantly placed your fingers to his palm. “Good. Now… you really need to teach me the rest of the dances. I was bornwith two left feet, you know.”

“Hmm, you seem todance pretty well …”

“That’s onlybecause of your instruction.”

You let out anothersmall laugh and allowed Genma to take your hand in his after hepopped the senbon back between his lips, resting his other palm onyour waist. “So, where did you want to begin?”

Genma squeezed yourwaist, “Why don’t we pick up from where I dropped out?”

“Okay … you’ll- you’ll have to stay close to me. So I can guide you properly.”

“Uh-huh.”

His shoulder rolledunder your hand and he instinctively pulled you closer. Taking along, shaky breath, you managed to say, “So for this one you needto take two steps to the right and then —”

“Don’t tell me,just show me. Go ahead and lead. I’ll follow.”

You nodded,straightening up and looking Genma in the eye. “Okay, then. Butyou’ll have to keep up. I won’t slow down.”

“I wouldn’texpect anything less. After you.”

Youweren’t sure how or why, but the moment the two of you startedmoving, all hesitation left your body and you found yourself glidingaround the room - not sure if he was leading or you were, but itdidn’t matter. Before you knew it, you’d danced well into theevening and had no intention of stopping any time soon.

[liberty-flight]

Mephisto has been systematically making sure each of the exwires have nothing to hold them back/any attachments/obligations outside of the order or each other

Shiro is dead, and both brothers are in the order. 

Izumo’s mother is dead, and her sister is safe and doesn’t even remember her anymore. She doesn’t need to take care of her sister, or save her and her mom. She’s expressed losing her purpose for becoming an exorcist, though she says it felt liberating

Koneko’s family is dead, he’s the only one. His most significant attachment is to Bon and Shima, he loves the temple too, but mostly it’s those two and the obligation to Bon as the head’s son.

Shima is playing both sides, by nature it’s isolating work. He’s been distant and bitter at times when it comes to his family. Again his most significant ties are to Bon and Koneko

Bon’s purpose as being of the bloodline of the head priest has been eliminated. There’s no more impure eye for the temple to guard, no impure king to defeat. The secret of the sect is now no more. He still feels obligation and love towards the temple, but the true importance of it is gone. He knows this, as seen with his fight with the ghoul when they went to rescue Izumo.

Shiemi has been isolated most of her life because of her health. The exwire squad are her closest friends. Her grandmother, who she was extremely close with, is dead and her relationship with her mother was somewhat strained, though it’s better now. 

Mephisto sent the Okumura brothers to interfere in Shura’s blood contract, so now she’s no longer constrained by a limit on her life span. Her most significant ties, which she now wholeheartedly committed herself to, is to the Okumura twins.

...Mephisto has openly admitted to orchestrating everything in some way, he’s doing this on purpose. Herding them towards...something. Maybe to be in a position to be more accepting of a suicide mission like going against Lucifer and/or Satan? 

And now that Shiemi, for whatever reason I’m sure we’ll learn soon, has decided not to be an exorcist I’m sure his hand will come into play again. Amaimon showed back up for a reason, and he was shown hanging on the roof when Shiemi was crying, so there’s some connection.

He also pointed to Nemu when talking about having plans for them all, and we know nothing about Nemu. The brief moment where he almost “woke up” and the puppet shushed him, and his talent with summoning, is all we know. But he’s also Mephisto’s spy? We have gotten nothing on him, so it must be significant.

Shura told Mephisto to his face that even the exwires were specifically chosen for that class for some reason, and he didn’t deny it.

I don’t know what the hell he’s planning, just that I’m sensing a theme here.

[kprojectscenarios]

I’m just going to write this as if the children had been in a serious accident of some sort.

Mikoto would have a rage like no other once he hears that his child was taken to the hospital. That’s his son, we’re talking about. Whoever caused this would have to start digging their own grave, because there’s nowhere on this planet that this man wouldn’t go to find and murder that son of a bitch. However, Izumo would bring him to reason to go see his son first and find out his situation and how his condition is before going on a manhunt. Mikoto would also have unreasonable self-loathing that he couldn’t protect his only child. It would be really hard for him to see his young one laying so still in a hospital bed, because he would rather it be him instead.

Kuroh would be overwrought with worry for his daughter, and he’d head to the hospital as soon as he could. He would ask all the questions: What happened? Who else was involved? How serious is it? Will she be alright? How long until he can see her? He’d want all the answers he could get, and would stay as long as he needed to until he could see his little girl. Once he was let in her room he would immediately claim the chair next to her bed, staying by her side the entire time. Shiro (Adolf) and Neko would come by to make sure he was alright and get him food or something to drink while he stayed with her. He couldn’t be there for her if he wasn’t taking care of himself.

When Seri tells him that his daughter is in the hospital, Reisi would be in utter shock. Like Kuroh, he would ask Seri for any details on the incident she had before putting her in charge while he goes to the hospital in a rush. He would actually be quite flustered as his brain processes what exactly is going on, where is her room, why isn’t the doctor in here??? He would feel a lot of regret for not being able to be with her so often, and if he had just maybe he could have prevented this. He would apologize to her at her bedside, even if there was nothing he could’ve done, because he feels so guilty for not being with her.

Yata wouldn’t even take a moment to think before dropping everything and hurrying to the hospital as fast he could go. His mind would be racing, wondering what had happened, whos ass did he have to beat, were you already there. Once he arrives he would insist on going to see her, even if no visitors were allowed yet. It would take security and your distraught coaxing to have him sit in the waiting room with you. The entire waiting experience would grate on his nerves, holding your hand tightly in his own. When you’re both allowed to go back he would be eager to see her, but hesitate before going in. How bad was she, after all? However, whatever ounce of strength he had holding him together would vanish once he saw her, and not even you would be able to stop his tears of anguish.

Saruhiko would be in denial at first; there was no way his son was in the hospital. He had always taught him to be careful, to always keep an eye on his surroundings. He wouldn’t forget what he had taught him, would he? Even though his mind would tell him it couldn’t be true, his body would move on it’s own, hurrying to the hospital as he stayed on the phone with you, your voice continuing to talk into his ear. When he arrives at the hospital he’ll immediately look for you, hugging you tightly upon finding you. Even as you cried into his chest, his mind would still try to deny it. The smell of the hospital wasn’t real; this was all a bad dream, wasn’t it? His precious boy couldn’t be in a place like this; he just couldn’t be. He couldn’t be. He couldn’t be...

Andy would sob upon finding out his child was in the hospital; his emotions would go haywire, and he would just cry for ages if Ryuho didn’t get him to the hospital himself. He would be so confused; why had his little girl been caught up in an accident like that? He wouldn’t be able to make sense of it until the doctor told him the details of the situation, which would just cause him to sob all over again. He would summon every bit of strength he could muster to go in that room alone. When he sees her, his heart breaks in two; that wasn’t his daughter, was it? There’s no way it could be. His girl was so full of life; the girl in that bed could’ve been a corpse if it wasn’t for the heart monitor to tell him that she was alive. He’d be glued to the chair beside her, and the other Scepter 4 members would come by to see them both, helping Andy with whatever whenever they could.

[mistleto-3]

Composure: Part 6

The tension between the two Kings finally builds to breaking point, but at first, it doesn’t seem mean the same to Mikoto as it does to Reisi.

Pairing: Mikoto/Reisi/Tatara

4,118 words.

(Sorry this is kinda late I was busy and I had writer’s block oops)

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Like everyone else in Homra, Izumo was beginning to worry about his King. Mikoto had barely left his room at all for days on end, and most people hadn’t caught more than a glimpse of him in over a week. It was disconcerting to say the least. There were rumours going around that he was sick, but Izumo wasn’t totally convinced Kings could even get sick- he didn’t think a simple flu virus would be much of a match for the red aura. Still, he was concerned, and it was getting to the point where his absence around the bar was becoming quite conspicuous. So as time passed, he resolved that he ought to do something.

Armed with a bowl of the curry he’d helped Anna make earlier in the day, Izumo knocked on the door of his friend’s bedroom.

“Oi, Mikoto, ya in there?”

He hadn’t expected a reply, so he wasn’t surprised when he only received silence from within the room.

“I’m comin’ in,” Izumo warned, then gave him a few seconds before pushing open the door.

He found his friend lying on the couch in his small apartment, staring at the TV with a glassy look in his eyes, clearly not paying attention to the show that was playing. There was a sort of tension in his jaw- it was the kind of look he got on his face when he’d been in a fight and let his powers get out of hand. But there wasn’t anything Izumo knew of for him to feel guilty about- the last big scuffle Mikoto had been in was weeks ago with the Blue King, and it wasn’t like he could have accidentally hurt him; Reisi was more than strong enough to hold his own.

“You’ve been holed up in here for more than a week,” Izumo pointed out, setting the curry on the coffee table and perching on the arm of the chair. “What’s up?”

Mikoto clicked his tongue, clearly not keen on the idea of chatting about it. “Nothing.”

“You’re not sick?”

“No.”

“I’ve barely seen you in nearly a fortnight, Mikoto. Ya can’t expect me to believe it’s nothin’.”

Mikoto didn’t bother to deny that.

“…I heard through the grape vine that Awashima spotted ya goin’ into Sceptre 4’s HQ with Munakata a lil while back. She said when ya left again, you were covered in bruises, which apparently looked suspiciously like hickeys. It ain’t got anythin’ to do with that, has it?” Admittedly, Izumo hadn’t seen any signs of anything between Reisi and Mikoto, or at least anything on Mikoto’s end, but Seri apparently had some very strong suspicions, and he trusted her instincts.

Mikoto merely sighed.

“Ya can talk to me, ya know. Are ya seein’ Munakata?”

“No.”

“…Is that the problem? You wanna be seein’ Munakata but you’re not.”

Mikoto clicked his tongue, and there was a long pause before he conceded: “Sorta.”

Izumo took a moment to digest that, and he had to admit it sort of surprised him. But he realised too late he’d let his surprise show on his face, when Mikoto snapped:

“What?”

“I gotta admit, I thought the person you had feelings for was Totsuka…” Izumo admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

Mikoto clicked his tongue, then admitted: “…Yeah.” He seemed past the point of caring about what Izumo knew.

Izumo sighed, clapping his friend on the shoulder in commiseration. “Ahh, I see. That’s a rough situation to find yourself in.”

“It’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

“I’m the Red King.” I shouldn’t be so affected by a stupid crush. Mikoto didn’t have to finish the sentiment for Izumo to understand the gist of what he meant.

“Ya know, Munakata’s a king too, and from what I’ve heard you’re not the only one kinda torn up by this whole situation. It sucks, but just ‘cause you’re a King doesn’t mean you’re immune to lovesickness, ya know. You’re allowed to have feelings.”

Mikoto sighed again, reaching for a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the coffee table. He seemed almost… abashed?

“I can’t believe I’m actin’ like this…” Mikoto said, finally uttering more than two words in a row as he lit his cigarette.

“Bein’ torn between two people you care about sucks. Especially when it seems like something went off between you and Reisi… I dunno the whole story but it sounds like ya had some kinda disagreement, but it’s normal to feel outta sorts after somethin’ like that.”

Mikoto exhaled a ribbon of smoke, then admitted: “I messed up. Think I hurt Munakata pretty bad.”

There it is. That explained the guilty look on Mikoto’s face earlier. Whatever he’d done, he felt awful for it, and he was likely hiding out up here to save face, so nobody else could figure out what it was that was bothering him so much.

“He’ll forgive you.”

Mikoto gave him a weak glare, as if asking how he could be so sure.

“At times like this, Totsuka’s catchphrase is important to keep in mind, don’t ya think? ‘It’ll all turn out alright’; you aren’t gonna feel like this forever. Munakata certainly ain’t gonna hold a grudge forever.”

“How do you know?” Mikoto replied flatly.

Izumo sighed. “Whatever happens, wallowin’ in your own dark mood ain’t gonna make you feel any better. Eat your food, take a shower, put some clean clothes on, maybe open a window and let some air in here. You’ll feel better.”

Mikoto let out a heavy, reluctant huff, but seemed as though he couldn’t be bothered to argue, so he sat up and reached for the bowl of curry as Izumo got up to open the curtains and the windows and tidy around a little. He stayed in the room until Mikoto had gotten into the shower to make sure he actually did it before heading back downstairs, but he’d only gotten half-way down when his phone rang. It was Tatara.

“Totsuka, what’s up?”

“Is King okay? He’s not answering his phone.”

“He’s in the shower at the minute,” Izumo said, turning and heading back up the stairs. When he got back to Mikoto’s room, he spotted his phone on the bedside table- he hadn’t heard it ringing whilst he was in his room, and surely enough, it didn’t respond when he tried to turn on the screen.

“Battery in his phone is dead, by the looks of it,” Izumo explained, plugging it into the charging cable.

“Can you tell him when he gets out of the shower to come to my apartment? I need to speak with him about something important.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah fine.” There was a pause. “I was attacked by a strain earlier, but I’m okay. Munakata found me before any damage could be done.”

Izumo clicked his tongue. “Ya can’t say somethin’ like that so casually. You really oughta be more careful,” he scolded.

“I know, I know, sorry. I’m okay though, really. Will you pass the message on to King?”

“Yeah, I’ll let him know to get down to your place when he gets outta the shower.”

“Thank you.”

“Be more careful,” Izumo chided again.

“Sorry! See you later.”

“See ya,” Izumo replied, then hung up.

When Mikoto came out of the bathroom, having thrown on a clean outfit, he gave Izumo a questioning look as though to ask why he was still in his bedroom.

“Totsuka called, he said he couldn’t get through to you.”

“Hm? What’d he want?” Mikoto asked, rubbing his hair dry with a towel.

“He said he wanted to talk to you, and for you to go meet him at his apartment.”

“Did he say what it was about?” Mikoto dropped the towel on his bed and ran a comb through his still somewhat damp hair.

“No. He did say he got caught up in a strain attack though.”

Mikoto’s head snapped around. “Is he okay?”

“He said he was fine.”

Mikoto clicked his tongue. “’Fine’ for Totsuka can mean anything from ‘just a scratch’ to ‘I have a bone poking through my skin,’” he grumbled.

“He didn’t sound like anything was wrong.”

Mikoto grunted suspiciously, making a grab for his jacket and throwing it on. He hadn’t bothered to dry or style his hair, nor had he put the jewellery he normally wore back on. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“That’s probably a good call. See you later.”

Mikoto merely nodded as he pulled on his boots and headed swiftly for the door. Izumo couldn’t help but be quietly relieved he was finally leaving the building, even if it was under less-than-ideal circumstances.

Having the Blue King in his apartment was unusual to say the least for Tatara, but he supposed it was something he would have to get used to. He felt bad that the place wasn’t quite as tidy as he would have wanted, but Reisi didn’t seem to mind- he wandered around the main living area, looking at the photographs on the shelves and the bits and pieces Tatara had accumulated from his various hobbies, asking the occasional question about them. It was kind of nice having him around once Tatara got over how surreal it was- apart from anything else he was very pretty to look at.

When Mikoto finally arrived, he let himself into the apartment without knocking. He appeared slightly harried, or at least as much as he would ever show it. Tatara supposed Izumo had probably told him about the strain attack and he was worried- he’d clearly rushed to get here, as his hair was still damp and hung down over his forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked, striding over to where Tatara sat. His gaze fixated almost instantly on the wound on Tatara’s cheek, and a crease formed between his brow.

“I’m fine. Some strain caught my scent, probably had a grudge against Homra or something. He chased me around a bit, but I’m okay. Munakata got there just in time,” Tatara explained, nodding towards his guest, who Mikoto didn’t seem to have noticed until now. Mikoto seemed vaguely surprised by his presence, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Mikoto asked.

“I didn’t see any need to worry you. I’m not badly hurt. The only other wound is a little scratch on my stomach, but it’s fine. Munakata patched it up.” He lifted his shirt (or rather, Reisi’s- he’d borrowed the clean garment as his own was still bloodstained) to show the wound.

“I can assure you he is fine. I was called out to a strain incident, and I found him before any major damage could be done. I took him back to Tsubaki-Mon for first aid and to take a statement about the incident. His injuries are minor- he should be back to normal within a few days at most,” Reisi reassured, and for the first time since he arrived, Mikoto looked at Reisi properly. He seemed taken aback at the civility of his tone, but there was an air of caution about him, as though he was wary of any grudges Reisi might hold after their last encounter- Tatara didn’t know all of the details, but it seemed their most recent meeting hadn’t gone well.

“Thanks…” Mikoto said quietly, though he still looked somewhat confused as to why Reisi was there.

Tatara and Reisi exchanged a significant look, then Tatara patted the sofa for Mikoto to sit down beside him.

“We actually wanted to talk to you about something,” Tatara began as Mikoto took a seat.

Mikoto once again watched Reisi with caution as he sat down the opposite side of him to Tatara, then returned his attention to his clansman.  

“What?” Mikoto asked.

Tatara was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase what he wanted to say. He'd been confident of the outcome of the discussion ever since he'd had the idea to propose the arrangement, but suddenly he felt daunted. He hadn't been this nervous earlier talking to Reisi, but it was different this time. The stakes felt higher somehow.

A moment  passed, and Mikoto watched him expectantly, until Reisi cleared his throat and gave Tatara a look, as though asking if he wanted him to broach the subject instead. Tatara nodded.

“As you are aware, the predicament over the past few weeks has gotten to the point where it seems to be causing all three of us a fair amount of distress. You clearly have feelings for both Totsuka and I, and obviously the events that have come about as a result of that have… not been ideal,” Reisi began.

Mikoto remained deathly quiet, his jaw clenching as though he expected bad news.

“Obviously things cannot be allowed to continue in this fashion. But Totsuka has come up with a solution which I believe will be to the benefit of all of us.”

“Go on.” Mikoto’s eyes had narrowed, almost in suspicion- it seemed as though he couldn’t quite guess what Reisi was about to say next, so he was keeping his guard up.

“We both have feelings for you too,” Tatara cut in. “And that kind of really sucked initially- it seemed like there was no way out of this without someone getting hurt. But I thought about it a bit, especially after I went to visit Munakata a couple of weeks ago. I never imagined him and I being close; to be honest I didn't think he liked me very much.”

Reisi chuckled at that.

“But we actually got along quite well, and I found myself thinking about him a lot afterwards. As time went on I realised I was sort of sweet on him, and when I went back to the Sceptre 4 headquarters earlier today it only solidified that in my head, and it turned out Reisi feels the same way about me…” Tatara took a deep breath to steady himself- he could feel himself beginning to babble- but as he did he noticed Mikoto stiffen. Tatara felt a stab of guilt- he didn't want Mikoto to think he and Reisi had chosen each other over him.

“But I never stopped feeling the way I did about you. I've felt that way for years; I've been totally infatuated with you since we were teenagers, that isn't going to change in a week and a half...” He paused for thought once more. “I’ll cut to the chase. What I’m saying is we all seem to have feelings for each other, so why should we have to choose? Maybe we should all get together, you know, as a kind of all three of us dating sort of arrangement.”

There was a moment of quiet as Mikoto processed that in his head, and Tatara could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage.

Finally, Mikoto breathed: “…Thank fuck.”

Tatara noticed a smile to flickering across Reisi’s lips as he released the breath he didn’t seem to realise he’d been holding.

“Is that a yes?” Reisi asked.

Mikoto smirked faintly, but it barely disguised his relief. “Yeah, it is.”

The next thing Tatara knew, he’d thrown his arms around Mikoto without ever quite intending to, laughing in joyful disbelief as Mikoto hugged him back tightly. His embrace was everything Tatara always thought it would be- he was warm; his arms were strong, and the familiar scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke clung to his skin. It was a relief to finally hold him like this after all the years of daydreaming about it, and it was a relief to see him happy after he’d finally emerged from being locked away in his room. The faint smile still played across Mikoto’s lips, and in that moment, Tatara couldn't resist kissing him.

The contact was chaste and gentle, and Tatara almost didn't quite believe it was happening. Even though he'd been the one that orchestrated all of this, it still seemed surreal. He'd fantasised about kissing Mikoto for years now, and now it was actually happening, it seemed too good to be true. His lips tingled at the contact, and goosebumps prickled down his spine, not stopping when they finally broke apart. Mikoto pulled Tatara up so he was perched in his lap, still smiling at him. There was a softness in his hazel eyes that Tatara had never seen before.

Tatara couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his lips, wide and goofy, and it didn’t fade when Reisi leaned in and turned Mikoto’s head with his fingertips to kiss him for himself. If anything, it only made him feel more content to watch them- it felt like a happy ending. After all the kisses Reisi and Mikoto had shared before- rough and heated, and then fuelled by anger, it only seemed fair that after the pain Reisi had been through, he could finally kiss the man he loved like this. Softly, their lips curved into subtle smiles against each other, eyelids fluttering closed as Mikoto slid his arm around Reisi’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Tatara imagined this was how Reisi had wanted it to be all along, and it seemed just that he should finally have this- if anyone deserved the man he loved to feel the same way, it was Reisi. And it made Tatara happy to get to share in it.

Their kiss didn’t break for a long moment, and when they finally did, Tatara didn’t miss the faint flush of pink on Reisi’s cheeks. That was another surreal thing- seeing Munakata Reisi in a state like this. He never expected the Blue King to be the sort of person who blushed, even just faintly. But he supposed if there was ever a time for it, it was now, when he’d just found himself with two new boyfriends. Tatara couldn’t help but lean across to peck him on the lips.

Reisi smiled at the kiss, then once Tatara had pulled away, he cleared his throat and turned to Mikoto. “I wish to apologise for the way I’ve behaved over the past few weeks. I was hurt, and I allowed it to make me spiteful, but I shouldn’t have.”

“’S alright,” Mikoto replied. “I was the bigger jerk.”

“I think what everyone did is understandable considering the circumstances,” Tatara chimed in gently. “But apparently communication solves everything. Who would’ve thought, hm?” he joked.

Reisi chuckled. “It seems to me we should put the mistakes of the past few weeks behind us,” he suggested.

“Good idea,” Tatara replied, and Mikoto nodded.

“How’d you even come up with this?” Mikoto asked, looking at Tatara and gesturing with a nod between the three of them.

“…Okay, if I’m being completely honest, I sort of got the idea from a very interesting sex dream.”

Both of his boyfriends snorted at the confession.

“When I went to talk to Re-.. Can I call you Reisi?”

“I don’t see why not.” Reisi replied, but there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if to say it’s not as though you weren’t moaning that name earlier.

“When I went to talk to Reisi a little while back, I was I guess contemplating the reasons you seemed to have feelings for him, and I couldn’t help but notice he’s… well, he’s really hot, to put it bluntly.”

Mikoto chuckled.

“And once you notice that sorta thing you can’t un-notice it. And I guess it sort of snuck into my subconscious somewhere… If we’re being totally honest, I’ve had a fair few sex dreams about you in my time,” Tatara admitted, looking at Mikoto. He could feel his face heating up.

“And recently, Reisi turned up in one of them, and there was a moment after the main event where you were kissing each other and, I dunno, it just sort of set a lightbulb off when I woke up. I wanted both of you, but I also wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of you wanting each other. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea- not just the threesomes (though I’m definitely looking forward to that) but I also just like the idea of you having each other, too. You’re a good match. I was telling Reisi about it before- he’s your stopper as much as I am.”

Mikoto nodded slowly, and Tatara noticed a faint smile on Reisi’s face.

“…Speaking of sex, in the, uh, interests of full disclosure, I figure you should probably know Reisi and I sorta… well, we figured this was the kind of discussion you want to have with a clear head and we were both kind of riled up earlier…” Tatara admitted. He couldn’t resist bracing himself, half-worried Mikoto would be jealous or something at the news, and he couldn’t quite force out the details of exactly what happened.

“We had sex,” Reisi finished the sentiment for him.

Mikoto merely gave a faint smirk, addressing Tatara: “He’s good, isn’t he?”

Tatara chuckled, relieved he took it well. “Very. And I was told some very interesting things about you and a pair of handcuffs.”

Mikoto raised an eyebrow, addressing Reisi: “Gossip.”

Reisi pushed his glasses up his nose. “You should be grateful people are saying good things about you behind your back.”

Mikoto and Tatara chuckled, and Tatara was once again struck by how surreal this all seemed. His anxiety beforehand seemed silly in retrospect- knowing how Mikoto felt, he didn’t expect him to say no. But knowing it was real now was… a lot to process. Certainly, going from being single to having two boyfriends who happened to be the Red and Blue Kings was quite a change to wrap his head around, especially after the weeks of feeling hopeless and thinking there was no way out of this that didn’t leave at least one person burned.

But as weird as it felt to be sitting beside the two Kings, knowing he was theirs, and they were his, it also felt right. It was comforting to hear them return to their normal banter after the frosty silence, and to see Mikoto back to his usual casual self. He normally seemed so calm, even when he was having a tough time, so to see something visibly get under his skin the way this whole scenario had was disconcerting. Thankfully though, now it was over, the tension seemed to have fallen out of his body. He had one arm lazily slung over Reisi’s shoulders, and the other around Tatara’s waist, relaxing into the touch of his new lovers. It was a relief to see him happy.

Reisi seemed happy too- he usually kept up his professional front at almost all times, but for once he’d allowed himself to let his guard down a little, and his contentment was written all over him. He’d sunken into the warmth of Mikoto’s body, and there was a serene look in his eyes- Tatara supposed he felt the same way as he did. After all the tension and heartbreak of what had felt far longer than a mere few weeks, it was a relief to be at the finish line, things having turned out far better than anyone could have hoped for. Well, sort of a finish line, and sort of a starting line.

The casual intimacy would definitely take some time to get used to; Tatara still didn’t quite dare to believe he wasn’t dreaming. He’d fantasised about being able to do things like cuddling like this with Mikoto for… longer than he cared to admit.

It was strange though- almost the opposite was true with Reisi. He’d never even considered seeing him in this way until a short while ago, but infatuation had hit him hard, and he found himself staring at Reisi just as often as he was staring at Mikoto, admiring the different ways in which the two Kings were beautiful as he listened to them continuing their playful banter.

Everything about this scenario seemed so dreamlike, especially the way it had been so… easy. After everything, all it had taken was a short conversation, and then they’d fallen straight into being together in this way as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was weird.

But it was a good weird- ever since Mikoto had said yes, Tatara’s chest had been filled with a sort of warm sensation swelling against his ribcage, and he couldn’t keep a smile from creeping across his lips. He was happy to be with them, but he was almost happier to know they were happy. They deserved it, and if he could be a part of that, then all the better.

[askingexorcists]

Can you do head canons for how the Exwires and Yukon would react to being infected with Vampirism.

Rin:

Freaks tf out

Doesn’t know what to do

He doesn’t wanna go to anyone for help

So he ends up asking Kuro

But ofc Kuro can’t help him because he’s a cat??

Eventually tells Yukio

Who is pissed as hell his brother managed to get himself turned into a vampire

Rin worried about if he’ll have the urge to drink blood

Stays away from his friends 

Shiemi tries to come near him and he nearly looses control

Feels so overwhelmingly guilty so he locks himself in his room so he can’t hurt or nearly hurt anyone 

Probably spends an hour straining himself trying to turn into a bat

“Nii-san, I’m pretty sure that only happens in the movies.”

“No Yukio! I can feel it! I’m growing battier! Do my arms look longer to you? Are my wings growing?”

“Nii-san, please…just stop, I’ve had enough of your shit, oh my god just kill me. Drink me dry”

Yukio:

Would probably ignore it

Pretend it isn’t happening to him

Deny it to anyone who guesses

Go’s on with normal life

He’s been through too much that he doesn’t want anything else to fuck up

He would repress all new feelings and urges he’s having

Which isn’t the best because it makes him break even more when everything comes crashing out

Has to contain himself in secret

Will say he’s going on a mission or training or something

Searches everywhere for a cure before its too late

Shura realises somethings wrong eventually 

But he still won’t tell

Ryuji:

Won’t believe it at first

Worried af

Looks up a way to cure himself

If he can’t find one he’ll ask for help

He doesn’t want to risk hurting anyone so he stays off school/away from people for a while

Konekomaru would freak out

Convinced Bon is going to hell

Renzou’s surprised as hell but not as concerned as Koneko

Bon shrugs off Koneko’s hell talk

The urges for blood give him terrible migraines and he can’t concentrate on his work

Nemu:

May be a little aphrenrsive 

But embraces it

Doesn’t tell anyone

But that’s only cause he doesn’t speak??

He becomes the bloodthirsty, heartless monster of Tokyo

But is discreet about it and knows how to get away with his crimes

He’s in the order so he’s able to cover up his tracks

Fantasies about ripping peoples throats out during class

Pursuing a girl online he’s took a liking too

Planning on some netlifx & kill

Konekomaru:

Is beyond scared

Immediately asks for help

Connived he’s going to hell

Admits sheepishly that he feels the urge to drink blood

Shima of course makes jokes about it

“Hey, Koneko-san, why don’t you just eat a stray cat to hold ya of for a while?”

“SHIMA I COULD NEVER!”

Would probably go to Mephisto for help as he believes he will most likely know the best solution 

Renzou:

Also freaks out

“I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!”

“Shima-kun, vampires can’t die…”

“OH RIGHT! This is fine then!”

Is kinda cool with it just a little stunner till

Thinks about how girls are totally into vampires 

Embraces it

Cosplays as Mika from owari no seraph/serpah of the end

“Girls are totally gonna be into me guys! Guess who’s totally getting laid tonight!!!”

“Urrrr….Shima-kun….if vampires are undead then how can they get an errection?”

“Um…well they seem fine in the movies? Maybe vampires have magic dicks??”

“Probably more along the lines or magic blood…but okay.”

Izumo:

Is shocked

& scared

But won’t admit it

Summon her familiars for help 

Research them in her exorcist textbooks

Ask Paku for help when she can’t find a solution

Paku convinces her to tell the other exwires

They’re all freaked out but decide to help her instantly

Shima has a billion dirty thoughts in 0.4 seconds of Izumo wearing nothing but black stockings and a vampire cape

She has her own fangs now

Shima is begging her to bite him

“I wouldn’t bite you even if I were starving to death!”

“Bite me, Izumo-chan!! Let’s live eternally in each others embrace!!”

Shiemi:

ignore the ‘I’m so happy!’ part

Is really worried about what she might do

Doesn’t want to hurt anybody

Still determined to do her best and help everyone out if they’re in trouble too

Has bad anxiety about it

Go’s to Rin and Yukio for help

Tries to create her own remedies in her garden

May also ask Mephisto for help

Thanks to @foxpurrito for giving me a few ideas for these (SM, KM,RS)!!

[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] HOMRA Route: Regarding the Red Club Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Done on a whim.  Gakuen K Masterlist ! *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Izumo: Welcome! Oh. It’s Totsuka and...wow, that’s one rare combination here.

Totsuka: Hello, Kusanagi-san. No one’s here yet? It’s normally bustling in here at this hour.

Izumo: Well…’spose so. It wouldn’t do to be standin’ ‘round talkin’ like that either so take a seat somewhere. I’ll get you guys some drinks while you’re at it too.

Totsuka: Yeah, we’ll do that. How about we take our seats in front of the counter while we wait for everyone else?

Ran: Okay.

Ran: Do you normally spend your time here after school?

Totsuka: Yup. Not everyday, but you can find me here more often than not.

Ran: I see. So in other words, you train here?

Totsuka: Training?

Ran: Yup. The Red Club’s essentially the gathering of people who all wield powers, right?

Ran: So I thought that maybe you’d all have Ability Training Sessions or something like that. Am I mistaken?

Totsuka: Training, huh...We do it at times, but also, not really…

Izumo: --Nah, we ain’t done any of that sort! We just go out on a whim sometimes and brawl, that’s it.

Ran: So, you don’t…

Izumo: That’s right. We aren’t the blood, sweat and tears kinda’ Club you were thinkin’ of. Nothing of that sort happens in here.

Izumo: Or rather, there’s no way in hell I’d let them do somethin’ like that in my sanctuary!

Ran: Sanctuary?

Totsuka: He’s like the manager in this place, you see? Everything from the chairs, right down to the utensils are all things that he has gathered here.

Ran: I see. I think this place’s oddly fashionable and high-class looking despite how it’s just a Clubroom.

Izumo: Wow~ Thank you! It’s been such a long time since anyone has given me any praise! Everyone in the Red Club doesn’t give me ‘nough credit for it and they don’t understand how hard it was to get all of these here and maintain them either.

Totsuka: But that hard work is basically your job here, right, Kusanagi-san?

Izumo: ...I can’t deny it if you put it like that, ya’ know...You should do your job properly too, Totsuka.

Totsuka: Yeah, I know. That’s why I brought her here.

Izumo: Really~? She came here in the late evening yesterday alone, ya’ know?

Totsuka: Well...You see, that’s because...I’ve got my own circumstances here too…

Izumo: Don’t make such pathetic excuses, Totsuka. Guys that can’t properly escort a girl aren’t popular anywhere in the world, ya’ hear?

Totsuka: Ugh...I did feel bad for it. And so that’s why I personally brought her here this time! Just pretend it never happened since I already made up for it, okay?

Ran: Um, I’m the one with a total lack of direction sense, so it’s really not his fault either.

Izumo: Well, I ‘spose it’s fine if you say so…

Totsuka: Our school’s really humongous after all. I’ll be sure to lead you to wherever you were heading to if I happen to find you lost in the campus grounds again in the future.

Ran: Thank you very much. I’ll work hard to remember my way around the school grounds too!

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