#Sachiko- Spiral

[forestwhisper3]

So...I made picrews of my SI’s hands. Just because. I really don’t know why. It was there on the home page and the next thing I knew, I’d made them.

Anyway, here you go. First is Castalia’s hand:

Then Amelia’s:

Then Elena’s:

And last is Sachiko’s:

I had to edit Amelia’s a bit, and it actually came out looking kind of cool. Happy accident. 

It’s interesting how different they all are now that I look at it, too.

It was a fun way to kill a bit of time. 

(Made using this picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/56178)

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

02. Exhausted

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Lately I’ve been,

I’ve been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

You didn’t want to get up and leaving the comfort of your bed nor the warmth it held. A warmth which was futile, since it couldn't stop the coldness you felt—a coldness which makes the body tremble and teeth clatter. Sometimes during the day it would hit you like a wave and bring you into an uncontrollable tremor.

Puffing out a sigh you turned to your side, snuggling deeper into the heavy blankets. Taking a glance at your frog-shaped clock, you closed your eyes for a few minutes. 

You knew sleeping would be impossible, still you tried for a nap every day after school. If it were up to you, you would lay in bed the whole day. You hadn’t felt this tired, no, exhausted since elementary school and all the way till middle school. 

Even when you so desperately wanted to sleep, you couldn’t and besides the 15 minutes of dozing, you didn’t know how much you could take of these sleepless nights anymore.

Stretching your body and throwing the blankets off, you got up. Time to get ready, you had promised Ran to come today and take the school worksheets and assessments, she had saved for Shinichi, with you. 

Oh, this reminded you to check your phone, again. 

Messages unable to send,

Number does not exist.

Resend?

Yes.

No.

About three months has passed since Shinichi has disappeared and still no sign of him. Neither call or message, not even a Mail. Absolut nothing. At first you thought, believed and hoped, after the first 3 Weeks of him gone—that he was simply solving a case somewhere out of Tokyo. 

But even when he would have a case, doesn’t matter where, he would have given you a call, Shinichi knew how worried and anxious you could get. You had sent messages without getting any sort of reply.

When you started to call him, one day, and got the Automatic voice of; This number does not exist, the realization had finally sunk in.

A realization that Shinichi wouldn’t come back anytime soon. And a tiny voice, far in the back, was telling nonstop, that Shinichi has died. Was dead and being buried nameless six feet under ground or just decaying away all lonesome by himself—because he hasn’t been found.

And yet you still daily checked your phone for a message from him or resending that one SMS over and over again. Even though you knew very well how useless and pointless it was.

Shinichi's disappearance was the restart point of your exhaust.

»Ah, Conan,«

When Conan turned around to give you a short greeting, the words died on his tongue. Sachiko hasn’t exaggerated with her worry of you.

It was last week, when Ran was meeting up with Sonoko and Sachiko for some Coffee and Cake. Sachiko had told them how much ~his~ Shinichi's disappearance has taken a toll on you. How you lack sleep and the focus for any- and everything. 

Sachiko feared that your state of mental health has been affected greatly by it. Sending you back into an endless spiral of harmful ways, bringing the depression—you had so desperately fought to overcome in middle school—back and shattering your, still in process, recovery completely and perhaps for finale.

Besides your worn-out look, you had managed to give Conan one of your genuine smiles with that certain gleam in your eyes. Taking Conan's school bag and shouldering it, you picked him up. Hugging him and smoothering Conans cheeks with kisses.

»Ne, [Name] don’t, I have a cold.« Conan tried to stop the affection you were giving him, as your older Brother it feels a tiny bit embarrassed. Huh? Wait, right. He wasn’t your older brother anymore, nor was he as of current Shinichi Kudo. Because Shinichi was now Conan Edogawa. You hummed with glee, tapping his mask-covered nose.

»And? Doesn’t gonna stop me, now let's get inside. I’m sure Ran has cooked some delicious food for you.«

You knocked shortly on the door of the Detective Agency, before opening it and stepping inside. Still carrying Conan in your arms.

»Hey Ran, I think the kiddo needs some cold medicine and some good food.« You said, not really taking notice of the other person in the room, as you sat Conan down on the couch and putting his bag on the floor. 

»Here, the kid shoulda drink this and his cold will be gone,« absentmindedly you’ve taken the cup, which had been pushed into your view. Mumbling a thanks to whoever it was, you gave it Conan. Now that you think about it, the voice sounded familiar. You turned around in confusion and came face to face with Heiji.

»Heiji? What are you doing here in Tokyo? You could have called me,«

»Sorry, I wanted to but I totally forget about it once I came here.« Heiji rubbed his neck sheeplish,

Ran cleared her throat, feeling a just a tiny bit awkward. Standing here and listen to your friendly chatter you were having with Hattori. A question for you formed itself on her tongue,

»You know each other?«

»Yeah we’re boyfriends,« you both answer at the same time. In such a causal tone, sounding as if it was already known.

And while Ran hummed, nodding her head, not really listening to what you both just said, Conan coughed violently at this and almost fall off the couch. 

So he is your Boyfriend? The mysterious person for your happiness.

Conan might be a bit, prejudicial, critical about this, but in his opinion Heiji wasn't the right person for you. You deserve only the best and surely there was someone out there, who was a far better match for you. 

»What do you mean, Shinichi has called Ran?« you asked, wanting to be sure you heard right. 

Before Heiji could answer you, Ran was quick to change the topic. She didn't want to upset you, not any further. You already looked worse and when you knew that Shinichi was only calling her and not once you, she didn't know how you take it and if your mental health would reach its final breaking point with it.

The upcoming disaster were already to start though. Your crestfallen expression has said it all. Ruffling Conans hair one last time, you stood up and taking the Folder from Ran. 

»Does Curry for tonight sounds good? Call me when your done with whatever Case,« you asked Heiji and without waiting for any answer you walked out of the office, giving a short wave of goodbye.

I won't sleep,

I can't breath,

Until you're resting here with me

[inukag-archive]

Hi! I was wondering if you could recommend fanfics similar to Behind the Silk Screen or Light Me A Lantern. By similar, I mean with good character development, InuKag and an intriguing plot. I don't mind whether they're complete or not. Thanks in advance!

Hello Nonnie,

While "good character development" and "intriguing plot" are broad concepts and highly subjective from reader to reader, there is no doubt both fics you mentioned are epics in their scope and style, so we hope this list of epically plotted fics hits the mark for you.

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A Tale of Ever After by @knittingknots (M)

Summary: And they lived happily ever after - my vision of what InuYasha and Kagome's happily ever after. Picks up the day of Kagome's return to the past. This is gonna be long...

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Kintsugi by @soliska (M)

Summary: AU. Failing to be chosen as her village's miko, Kagome had resigned herself to a humble life. An unexpected summons returns her to the city where she's forced to reconcile the taught virtues and the spiralling, warped reality created by those that abuse their power. She holds the key to repairing the fracture between humans and youkai, and the freedom of her new hanyou friend.

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Mating Season by @splendentgoddessess (X)

Summary: FINALLY COMPLETE! 100 Chapters! What was once a cliche PWP is now an epic tale of romance and adventure! See how Inuyasha suffering from "mating season", and a squabble with Kagome over some pocky, sets the dominos in motion for the story of a lifetime!

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One Plus One by Misarae (E)

Summary: It's easy math, right? Now it's up to Higurashi Sachiko and Takahashi Naoki to show their parents Kagome and Inu Yasha the right way to solve this problem. No matter what it takes. Modern Day AU

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The Lucky Ones by Terri Botta (M)

Summary: Another OLD fic. This one is from 2007. It's very long, but I remain proud of it. It had over 1000 revires on fanfic.net before it was deleted. Summary: Sometimes Fate hands you a gift you never thought you’d ever get, and it’s up to you to accept it for what it is.

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Monster by @akitokihojo (E)

Summary: A murderous demon taints the world with unforgivable crimes, taking out his weakness in secret. Unfortunately for him, it isn't that easy. He thinks he's unstoppable, but his arrogance blinds him to the war blooming before him. Kagome and Inuyasha, both powerful in their own way, and even more so together, step forward to try to put an end to things.

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Deductions by @witchygirl99 (M)

Summary: Called to the scene of a burglary, Inuyasha noticed three things: 1) Miroku and Sango were still morons in love; 2) the burglary was clearly an inside job; and 3) Kagome Higurashi was irritatingly interesting. But the case was so much more than simply a stolen body from a lab. For someone as brilliant as him, that final realization would come far too late. A Sherlock AU. 

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Spirited Soulmates by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

Summary: Higurashi Kagome is quite happy living alone with her cat Buyo. She enjoys running the most popular spiritual school in Tokyo with her friend Miroku, eating takeout, and drinking beer. She has no desire to be involved with anyone--especially because to do so would mean an end to her spiritual power, and thus, her very successful career. But then she meets National Police Agency detective Matsushita Inuyasha, and her whole world is turned upside down, especially when she figures out they are soulmates. Will she tell him before her growing desire for him overpowers them both? And when mikos start going missing across the country and turning up dead, will she be safe? Or will she give in to Inuyasha, tell him the truth, and let him protect her?

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Metamorphosis by Sueric (M)

Summary: InuYasha and Kagome discover that sometimes loving your friends means giving up a little part of yourself, too… Complete

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Metamorphosis by KingBaka (M)

Summary: *COMPLETE* "Sometimes in the winds of change we find our true direction." An unusual youkai attack transforms Kagome's very being. Can she come to terms with her new self, and can Inuyasha accept, perhaps even love, the new Kagome? My longest story to date, and probably the most widely read. Written over two years from 2008 to 2010, then comprehensively edited in 2011. I'm still pretty proud of it.

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Youkai in the Mirror by SugarRos (M)

Summary: Kagome Higurashi is lucky. She has good grades, good friends, and the cute, popular boy in class just asked her out. But when she accidentally unleashes a very wicked youkai from a very wicked spell, her luck runs out. Now on the run from a powerful priestess, Kagome must help Inuyasha get his revenge.

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The Phoenix Blame: Time Lapse by Fenikkusuken (M)

Summary: COMPLETE. An AR riff on the anime. Rated for coarse language, violence and citrus. Kagome Higurashi, recent graduate of the Imperial Military Academy, finds all of her skills seriously tested when the Shikon Jewel summons her to the Sengoku Jidai.

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Purity by Sueric (E)

Summary: Naraku is gone. Kagome has the jewel. After seeing InuYasha's torment, Kagome faces 'the truth' of his feelings. Kagome does the unthinkable, and in a final act of love, Kikyou offers InuYasha one chance to fix it. But is he too late? Originally archived on Mediaminer and FFnet.

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That Flesh of Mine by @witchygirl99 (M)

Summary: Kagome just wanted to get through high school in one piece. She never thought one night in the woods would change everything: that monsters were real. They were coming to the tiny town of Sakura for something important, something powerful. And one monster, with claws and fangs and blood-soaked silver hair, was the centre of all of it. Watching her with golden eyes. InuKag.

[hazyaltcare]

Self-care for a Sakutaro Morishige (Corpse Party) affectiotype; including a resource for obtaining a Sakutaro Morishige plushie.

Spiral Notebook - $14.10

Sakutaro Morishige Sticker - $3.21

Fidget Phone - $8.99

Collection of Romantic Soliloquies, Letters and More - $3.85

Custom Plushies (commissions; has examples of working on Corpse Party plushies in the past) - $175+

"Say Cheese And Die" Mug - $15 $11

Evil Heart Phone Charm - $5

Sachiko Ever After Ritual Set - $8

Mod Haze (🧨Tate & 🎮Greyson)

[artificial-hope]

I love It when my friend makes art of my ocs

I adore the outfit they gave Arisu here

They portray Elaine’s vibes perfectly it’s honestly impressive given how little they’ve known about her

They gave Sachiko her spirals in her eyes instead of on her glasses aweheheeehhhh

[They are @sunnywithachance91 but that account is inactive now ):]

[heartthrummed-a]

corpse party brainrot is not what i expected out of today but i blame yuukasa

[do-you-like-how-i-dance]

Hey everyone, Sachiko here. I’m feeling like all my efforts are for nothing, and I haven’t gotten as many likes on my posts as I’d hoped. Now, this doesn’t mean that I’ll be leaving tumblr, it just means I’ll be going on a hiatus. I’m also going on hiatus because it feels with every “Reblog (social progression thing such as sexual assault, or homophobia), or you’re a terrible shitty person that deserves to die.” posts that so beautifully graces my dashboard, I find myself less interested in posting here, The guilt tripping and gaslighting I feel to reblog everything in order to not be ostracized is too much. I have my own shit to deal with. My mental health is going on a deeper spiral than it was before I started going on this site. March 18th is when I’ll be able to return, hopefully. I don’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best to start posting again.

[7-oh-ta1]

Satoshi Mochida redesign concept! His hair is a little darker and the old Kisaragi High uniform is replaced with new ones. There's a lot of variety but he likes the sweater the best. His item is his school bag. Over his uniform is his top from the festival.

One is default and and other is what he would wear throughout BR.

In this hypothetical Satoshi route, he wakes up in Heavenly Host with only his sister, Yuka. Together they brave the halls only to be taunted and teased by a peculiar spirit. Things start to spiral for Satoshi when, upon touching the scrap of Sachiko Charm his friends own, he receives visions of them that end with what their last actions were when they dropped it. He attempts to use this odd power as a guide to save every last one of them, despite the dimensions around them keeping them all just out of reach...

[myuheru-archive]

someone else needs so do that sexy doom thing kanyeoya sachiko’s doing we need more art of men mental spiraling and having werewolf boyfriends

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty: The Routine; Step by Step ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Uchiha Sachiko ] [ Verse: The World’s a Stage ] [ Previous || Next ]

Six weeks. Six weeks he had to stay in that hospital, waiting for the singed and melted flesh to heal. The only things that made it bearable were the visits he got. Primarily from his grandmother, but also from Ryū...and eventually, to his honest surprise, Kakashi.

Their reunion had been rather...awkward, at first. And Kakashi admitted that he’d been at least partially prompted by Ryū to show up. But it had been a long time coming, the pair sitting and talking about all that had happened for hours. Rin, the accident, their falling out...and then the fire.

Ryū had waited down in the hospital’s cafe, giving the boys their privacy. Only once texted that it was over did she come back up, smiling wearily as they both gave looks of tired accomplishment.

...but his wounds weren’t his only punishment.

Arson in the first degree. Depending on factors the prosecutor wants to bring forward, he could - in theory - face up to life in prison, and a fifty-thousand dollar fine. Stack that on top of his hospital bills and a lawyer...and things aren't looking good.

His grandmother insists the bills don’t matter - she’s just glad he made it out alive, even if it was his fault to begin with. Ryū sets up a fundraiser, and they manage to bring in a few thousand dollars, but...that’s really just a few drops in the pail.

Court is a terrifying thing. As legal jargon is tossed around and his fate decided by someone else, Obito can do little more than be truthful. Admit to his anger, explain its roots, plead that he’s more than learned his lesson.

The building he burned was condemned, but still legally considered a residence. In the end...he’s given seven years jail time, tried and prosecuted as an adult, being eighteen.

“We’ll visit whenever we can,” they tell him - his grandmother, Kakashi, Ryū. And still they try to find funding for his remaining bills, legal and medical alike.

For the most part, his stint in the joint is...unremarkable. The first year is filled with visits from all three, and even a few other students who feel sympathy. But then Kakashi and Ryū start college, and their arrivals dwindle. Depression on the rise, Obito just...slogs through it, day by day, unsure what he’s going to do when he gets out. Hell...he wasn’t sure what he was going to do before he started that fire. He had no direction, no goal...just anger and sadness and a tight grip on his past...without any thought to his future.

He tries to reflect. Tries to look forward. But there isn’t much for him to glean.

For good behavior, they shave off his last six months. At age twenty-five, Obito is released from prison.

...and he has no idea where to go from here.

By some miracle, his grandmother is still alive, but getting frailer by the day. Mostly he’s just glad he’s out before she’s gone. Their full reunion is a teary one, Obito enveloping her in a hug that almost makes her disappear.

“Oh, my boy...it’s been so cold and lonely without you here…”

“I’m sorry, grandma. I’m here, now.”

He starts looking for a job. But no one wants to hire a convicted felon. Even menial labor jobs think twice, seeing his past penchant for setting fires as a liability they don’t want to touch. Months pass with nothing. His grandmother has been barely squeaking by, managing his bills on top of her own expenses. With him home and only making things all the more expensive, the need for some kind of income drives him to extremes.

Kakashi, already graduated and working, tries to help him find something. He himself got a teaching degree, landing a literature gig at their old high school. By some grace, he convinces them to let Obito come on as a janitor. It’s...not much, but it’s something.

And by now, Obito’s learned to swallow his pride.

Three months of that first job pass before Life decides to throw him a curveball.

Home on a Saturday, Obito’s quietly peeling vegetables for dinner when a cab pulls up out front. Brow furrowing, he watches as someone gets out of the rear seat, packing a single bag. A sweatshirt’s hood is drawn, watching the car pull away before turning to the house and peeling the material back.

...it’s Ryū…!

Abandoning his task, Obito heads out the front door just as she passes the gate. There’s a small pause, and then they meet in the middle. Obito practically swallows her up in a hug, earning a laugh.

“I’m so sorry,” she breathes, doing her best to embrace him back. “I’ve been so busy, and only just heard you were out early…!”

“Kakashi didn’t…?”

“Look, it’s...a long story. Mind if we go inside, first? I have something I need to ask you.”

“Yeah, yeah...here, let me get that.”

“It’s just one bag! I can’t stay long. I, uh...technically snuck off.”

He gives her a questioning look, but she doesn’t elaborate, just heading inside. His grandmother wastes no time in giving her a hug of her own.

“Oh, it’s been so long, dear…!”

“I’m sorry...I’ve been so swamped the last few years. But it’s good to see you, Mrs. Uchiha.”

“Please, Sachiko is fine.”

“Here, I actually have something for you…” Ryū pulls an envelope out of her pocket, insisting, “Don’t open it until I leave, okay? It’s a surprise.”

Obito watches as they interact, noticing the rather glitzy outfit his friend is wearing. It feels like he’s...missing something.

But then she turns to him with a windblown smile. “Sorry, I’m all over the place...I’m a little lagged from the flight.”

“Flight?”

“Yeah, I...well, let me start at the beginning…”

“I’ll go make some tea and some snacks,” Sachiko then offers, toddling toward the kitchen. “You two talk.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Uchiha!” Taking a seat in the living room, Ryū seems to take a long moment to think.

“So, um...I dropped out of college.”

“What?”

“I was trying to major in nursing. And it, uh...wasn’t going well. But I was also taking some music classes, you know...since I loved theater and choir so much. I was posting some of my stuff to the net, covers of songs and stuff...and um...I ended up auditioning for that singing competition show.”

Obito just gapes.

“I got...pretty far. Semi-finals. And when I was voted off, I got picked up by a small label. Things just sort of...spiraled from there. I got a song on the radio, and views online skyrocketed, and now I’m…” She shrugs, looking sheepish with a blush. “I’m...a singer, now! I’ve done a few concerts, some music videos...and things don’t look like they’re going to slow down any time soon.”

“I...that’s amazing…! That must be why I haven’t...heard from you?”

Her face then falls. “...I’m so sorry...I had to move to the coast, and I’ve just been so busy...I kept meaning to write, but my agent didn’t want word getting out I was talking to a felon,” she mutters, looking frustrated. “Which...is why I had to sneak away to come see you. I’m tired of her strongarming me all the time.”

“...I guess I just...dunno what to say. I’ll admit I didn’t see that change coming.”

“I mean…” Ryū tucks some hair behind an ear, musing for a moment. “...part of me always wanted to try it. I’ve loved music and theater for a while. But I thought nursing would be more...practical. And follow my mom’s path. And I do sort of wish I’d stuck with it. I’d love to be helping people. But at the same time, as tough as this career can be...I’m pretty happy with it. And um...that leads me to my question.” She leans forward, arms braced on her knees. “...I heard from Kakashi you were having trouble with a job…?”

“I’ve got one for now, janitor at the school.”

“...do you like it?”

“It’s...a job.”

“...well...I wanted to offer you a new one.”

“Wh…? Me? But...for what?”

“My agent’s been a bit...worried lately. She’s convinced that I’m reaching a point where I should probably have some kind of security. Just in case someone tries to hurt me. Frenzied fans, or a stalker, or just...someone who gets it in their head. Y’know? So...I wanted to ask if you’d consider being my bodyguard.”

Obito stares at her.

“...I know it’s really random, and I don’t expect an answer now. But...well, I figured if I’m going to trust my life to someone, I want it to be someone I know. That I...trust.” Sorrow suddenly colors her features. “...I realize I haven’t been much of a friend. Life swept me away, and we haven’t talked in a few years. But...I do still care about you. And I thought it would be a good opportunity for you. It would pay really well, you’d get all sorts of benefits, and really it would probably be pretty easy most of the time. Just...think about it.” Dragging her eyes back to his face, she manages a small smile. “...it’d be great to be able to see you again.”

Rather overwhelmed, Obito reflexively jokes, “I think you’d get sick of me.”

“Oh, I doubt that. But...I just wanted to throw that out there for you. See what you think. And I don’t expect an answer now. I think I’ll be able to hide out in town a few days before my agent drags me back kicking and screaming,” she adds, grinning.

“...you really want me to...do that? You’d trust me with that?”

Her eyes flicker over his face for a moment. “...I would. More than anyone else. I got a really good look at your character when you were hurt, and...all the time after that. Court, and everything. It’s true, you had some issues...but they were born out of grief. I got a pretty good idea of who you really are. Besides that, you’re obviously strong, and attentive. I think you’d make a perfect bodyguard. But again, it’s only if you want it. No pressure, no expectations.”

Before he can reply, Sachiko returns at last with tea and some crackers. “I’m sorry, dear...I don’t have much in the cupboards.”

Something flashes across Ryū’s face. “No, no - that’s great! I skipped breakfast so I’m starved -”

“Oh! Then let me -!”

“No no, I’ve got it. This is good - my stomach’s a little wobbly after that flight. Tea and crackers is perfect, thank you.”

The old woman doesn’t look convinced, but takes a seat and a cup anyway. “So what’s this I hear about a job…?”

Obito explains it all again for her, and her eyes alight. “Oh, that sounds perfect…! You’re such a strong boy, and you’d be sure to keep her safe!”

That gets Ryū to smile warmly. “He was the first person I thought of for the job.”

“Surely you’ll do it, won’t you Obito?”

“I’ll...give it a little thought, first,” he replies evasively.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll do it. Just give him a minute to mull it over,” Sachiko insists, making Ryū laugh and Obito go pink.

“Well...I better find a hotel to crash in,” Ryū eventually offers, getting to her feet.

“Oh, won’t you stay, dear?”

“I don’t want to interrupt -”

“Nonsense! We’re happy to have you!”

“Well...Obito needs to do some thinking, and you need to open that envelope I gave you,” Ryū gently counters. “I’ll come back by tomorrow, how about that? Take you guys out to lunch or something. And we can talk some more. I sorta just...showed up, that was rude.”

“You’re welcome any time,” Sachiko insists, tottering after her as she moves to the door. “But it would be lovely to see you again tomorrow. Just give us a call!”

“I will.” Giving the elder a hug, Ryū then offers one to Obito, who accepts. “Think that over, huh?”

“Yeah...see you tomorrow.”

As she takes her leave, the remaining pair turn to one another, and then Sachiko brightens. “Oh, the envelope!” Fetching it from her pocket, she unfurls it and opens the flap, reading a small note before pulling out another slip of paper. Eyes widening, her face pales, and she almost collapses if not for Obito’s quick reflexes. “Oh...oh my goodness…”

“Grandma?!” Helping her to a chair, Obito takes the papers from her, first reading the note.

Just paying some good fortune forward.

I know how you can use this, so please

do. And no, I won’t take it back. Whatever’s

leftover after the two main expenses, you

keep to live on. Consider this me making

up for my absence, and all the time I owe

you both. And please...don’t show this to

Obito. I don’t want it swaying his decision.

I don’t want either of you to feel obligated

in any way. This is what I want to do.

Love,

Ryū

Looking to the second slip, Obito sees the set of zeros on the check and freezes. Two main expenses...she must mean the rest of his medical and legal bills…? But this...this is…

Looking close to tears, Sachiko manages a shaking sigh. “...first she helps save your life...and now this? Surely she’s an angel from Heaven...what a kind soul…”

Obito reads the note again, flipping it over but finding nothing on the back. Don’t show it to him, huh? Well...he’d surely find out one way or another. Sway his decision...about taking the job? Which way? Obligation to work for her to repay the debt, or to turn it down and refuse her further kindness? Either way...he’s shellshocked.

“...I’ll take the job,” he murmurs.

“I’d certainly hope so!” Sachiko replies, her own surprise managing to fade a bit as she sits up. “Now you listen to me! You keep that girl safe, Obito. No one can hurt her...such a sweet girl. I’ll...I’ll have to call the bank in the morning. Good gracious…” Mumbling to herself, she snatches back the papers, suddenly full of vigor as she leaves Obito behind.

After a long pause, he gives a single huff of a laugh. “...well, then.”

When Ryū calls the next morning, Sachiko gives her an earful, but the singer refuses to hear any complaints or refusals. Instead, she takes them out to lunch as promised, and Obito tells her his answer.

“And you’re doing this because you want the job, right? No other reason?”

He just nods. He does want the job. But maybe partially for a reason she wouldn’t like.

“...all right then. You can fly back to the coast with me, and we’ll get you all settled in. Mrs. Uchiha...I know you depend on him, and if you’d like, I could have you moved -?”

“Oh, nonsense. I raised my son in that house, lost my husband in that house...and took care of Obito there. There’s only one way I’m leaving it,” she insists. “I’ll be fine.”

“Would you like me to hire a careta-?”

“I can manage that well enough with what you gave me. I’m not a prideful woman...but there’s only so much I’ll allow.”

“Well...we’ll come visit as often as we can. And I’ll get you set up so we can facetime with you!”

“Face what, now?”

“...I’ll explain later.”

Obito packs up a few belongings, giving a rather teary goodbye to his grandmother as Ryū calls her agent. The exchange is clearly argumentative, but in the end it all seems settled.

“Not in trouble, are you?” he asks, perking a brow.

“I didn’t break anything in my contract,” Ryū replies with a wink. “So no. She’s mad I snuck out, but I didn’t have any other pressing obligations. And technically I did what she wanted: I hired a bodyguard!”

Obito just snorts.

One flight later, he finds himself in the big city, the next several days a blur of Ryū finding him an apartment, introducing him to the rest of her team, and getting all of the paperwork taken care of.

“So you don’t have to be with me all the time,” she eventually explains. “There will be plenty of times I’ll be in safe environments where others can keep an eye on me. Biggest things will be public venues, you know?”

“Okay…”

Ryū gives a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, it’ll all sink in. I know what it is to be overwhelmed...I felt the same way when things started picking up for me.” Her expression then warms. “...I’m just...very glad you’re here. I feel safer already. Now...I have to go to practice for some choreography for an upcoming show...want to go with me?”

“Uh...sure.”

They head to a dance studio, where Ryū meets with her trainer, choreographer, and backup dancers. For several hours they run through the routine, step by step. Obito, with little else to do, lingers and watches. He has to admit...it’s impressive. And Ryū looks focused and driven, mouthing along with her track as they go.

By early evening they break for the day, everyone heading home save for Ryū, who hangs back to work on a section she’s struggling with. Sweat lines her brow, breath rushing as she rests between attempts.

“Ready to call it a night?”

“No...not yet…” Taking a swig of water, she sighs. “...few more tries.”

“I dunno how you keep that all straight.”

Glancing over, Ryū grins. “Practice. Lots and lots and lots of practice.” Setting her water aside, she asks, “...want to try?”

“What, me?”

“Yeah! Just a few steps, huh?” She gives him a grin, holding out hands.

“I’m a bodyguard, not a backup dancer,” he replies, nonetheless stepping up.

“Well maybe I’ll promote you if you dance well,” she teases. “Here...stand like this. The sequence is...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” With each number, she executes a move, doing so slowly at first.

“...uh…”

“We’ll go slow.” Holding a pose, she waits for him to mimic before moving to the next. Over and over, going a bit faster every time. “There, you’re getting it!”

“I’m a little stiff,” he laughs. “Scars and all that.”

“No, you’re doing really well! You’ve got good rhythm! Here, we’ll try with the music…” Playing the mp3, she helps him count out before they go through the little section. As Obito stops, she keeps on for a few more, including the part she’d been struggling with. “...okay, I think I got it! Finally, oh my gosh…”

As she stops and catches her breath, music still going, Obito listens. It’s pretty much your typical pop song, but...he likes it. If only because it’s her song. “...this is actually pretty good.”

“Heh, thanks...I’d like to do more ballad-style pieces. Fast, poppy stuff is okay. And it sells well. But I’d like to have something a bit more...theater-like.”

Obito shrugs. “Neither are really my genre…”

She laughs, insisting, “No, that’s fine! I’ll get you some earplugs, because otherwise you’re going to hear it a lot.”

“I don’t mind it if it’s yours.”

Ryū pauses at that. “...not biased, are you?”

“N...no.”

Her lips curl a bit in a grin, shutting it off. “...well...I’m gonna shower, and then indulge in some takeout. Wanna come with, or head home?”

“I’ll stay.”

They slip into a fast food joint, getting it to go and heading back to Obito’s place. It’s a hell of a lot nicer than he’d ever afford working that janitor job. Yet another thing he needs to thank her for…

They sit on the balcony, legs dangling through the railing as they munch fries. “...you know...this is the first time since I graduated high school I’ve really just...hung out with a friend.”

Obito glances to her. “...really?”

“Yeah. I was a loner in college, and then...well, good luck finding real friends in his business,” she sighs, indulging in another fry. “...that’s a big reason why I wanted you to take the job. I’ve been...really lonely. Maybe that was selfish of me.”

“You’ve been anything but selfish.”

“...maybe.”

“Hey. You literally saved my life. Twice, really. You flipped it upside down. I’d be scrubbing high school bathrooms right now if not for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel that way, though,” Ryū insists, turning to him with a wilted brow. “I didn’t do this out of...of pity, or wanting you to feel like you owe me. You’re my friend. And I’ve been really lucky. I just...want to share that luck with someone. Help them. And you were the one I wanted to help the most. And not just because of all the troubles you’ve faced. But because you’re a really sweet guy, Obito. I -” She cuts off, apparently catching herself before blurting something. “...I’m glad you’re here. I wasn’t kidding - I feel safer with you around. For...a lot of reasons.”

“...yeah?”

“...yeah.” Looking into her empty fry cup, she then just...collapses against his side with a sigh. “...I know I’ve been a bad friend up until now. But I hope I can make it up to you.”

“...you already did. And then some.” Tentatively, he lets an arm encircle her shoulders. “...thanks for letting me be here.”

“...thanks for letting me drag you into this.”

“Any time.” Glancing down to her, Obito feels his stomach shift as she nestles a bit more comfortably against him, a weird warmth in his...chest…

...oh no.

Swallowing thickly, he then looks back up, watching the sky slowly darken, the city still bright with lights.

“You’re a really sweet guy, Obito. I feel safer with you around.”

He can’t help a small sigh. Oh, Obito...what are you getting yourself into…?

     (This is a follow-up to day four!)      I'm not...100% sure it was a good idea to have this verse continued from day four - it mighta worked better as a standalone with them as strangers, but...meh, oh well - maybe I'll do this sort of concept again sometime lol      I am.......a really big sucker for protector / protected dynamics in ships, okay. I've wanted to try it for a long while now. And the title just gave me the idea of a dance routine, WHICH fits the whole pop star AU pretty well! And I think Obito would make a really good bodyguard, honestly. He's both strong, AND - depending on the verse - also knows how 'bad guys' think...hence me tying it into day four, like he had some experience in jail to sort of know what to look for to help keep Ryū safe.      Anyway, III'm rambling lol - hope ya enjoyed! Thanks for reading!~

[forestwhisper3]

Concerning fanfic updates, next in the queue is Spiral. Then, I’ll be back to chipping at the next chapter of Horizons. Shouldn’t be too much longer, since chapter 3 is almost done. In the meantime, have some Sachiko, courtesy of picrew:

(https://picrew.me/image_maker/186583)

[iamapoopmuffin]

Fandom: Nanbaka/Corpse Party (crossover) Genre: Horror Characters: Hajime Sugoroku, Samon Gokuu, Kiji Mitsuba, Kenshirou Yozakura, Jyugo, Uno, Nico, Rock, Tsukumo, Liang, Upa, Qi, Honey, Trois, Musashi, Sachiko Shinozaki, Ryou Yoshizawa, Yuki Kanno, Tokiko Tsuji, Yoshikazu Yanagihori, Yoshie Shinozaki, Takamine Yanagihori, some OCs to take the role of Kizami later on instead of actual Kizami Includes major character death.

Chapter 12 of ?

When Samon Gokuu had woken up in this place, he'd immediately realised his luck was at an all time low. Not only was this place obviously dangerous from the first glance, but of all the people he had to be trapped in a mysterious murder house with, of all the people fate had to push him into, and have wake him up with no manner or decorum, it had to be Hajime fucking Sugoroku.

Once they were both awake, they'd argued over their priorities in this place were. Then, they'd argued over which direction to go in first. The priorities they'd decided on were to search for the inmates, search for an exit, and gather information about their situation. As they explored, they found plenty of papers detailing bits and pieces, most of them scrawled on by half-sane victims trapped within the confines of what was apparently a haunted school. Messages to friends, messages to 'whoever finds this note', frantic scrawlings from a desperate mind, last words meant to point fingers at those who had wronged them. Little of use, other than to say it didn't look like there was much in the way of escape. Some notes spoke of being hunted down by ghosts holding weapons, or of their companions going insane and cutting them down. The most useful thing they found lying around in the halls was a newspaper clipping talking about a kidnapping.

It wasn't until they reached a room labelled 'Reference Room' that they found anything of use. When they opened the door, they found a room stacked with books, folders and old newspapers, some old, some modern. It looked like the books were taken from the school bags of some of the students who had died here - several stacks of work books with different names scrawled across them, text books and library books with the name of the library or school they'd come from on the inside cover. Hajime began sorting through the old newspapers, looking for any articles of use. Samon found himself looking at each of the books that didn't seem to belong.

"Follow up report." Hajime read aloud as he realised he had something relevant in his hands. "Says here the four kids that got kidnapped were murdered by the teacher. Cause of death was the removal of the tongues, causing death by excessive bleeding or choking. One child had the majority of her head removed, everything from the jaw up, like that one kid described the 'ghost' that was chasing her. All these newspapers and notices make reference to the school and area Number 99 spoke about in that stupid ghost story he told. Sounds like one of those stupid horror movies where you get trapped in a ghost's grudge or something like that." He looked to Samon, saw him flicking through a pink spiral notebook. "Anything useful in that?"

"Scrawled notes from some self-proclaimed ghost-hunter or supernaturalist." Samon answered offhandedly. "Most of it's about different sights, haunted hospitals, old churchyards, shit like that. Ah!" He stopped on a page. "Heavenly Host Elementary School. Shinozaki estate...super haunted...severe physical effects against the researcher...significant danger involved in research." He skimmed through the page until he found something of use. "In order to enter the cursed grounds of Heavenly Host, one only needs to anger the spirits involved. Incorrect performance of the Shinozaki charm or gossip of the spirit's death may suffice. So this girl is basically saying we're here because 99 told a ghost story. Okay...method of egress...is blank." He sighed, turned the page, and frowned. The next page was coated in bloodied fingerprints and strange marks. The writing became more frantic and messy as it went on. "...Something something girl in red dress...ghost children...ah. The ghost hunter murdered someone while she was here." That was where the notes ended, so he closed the book and went looking for another one that might be of use.

"Shinozaki..." Hajime had picked up another paper. Skimmed through it. "Says here that Sachiko Shinozaki wasn't killed."

"What?"

"She was still alive when the police got to the scene. It was with her testimony that authorities were able to convict Yanagihori of the murders of the other three children...Yanagihori was deemed unable to take responsibility for his actions and was sent to a high security psychiatric hospital." He shuffled through a few more papers. There were reports about and interviews with the families of both the victims and perpetrators.

There was nothing about Sachiko Shinozaki.

Odd. Not a single mention was made of her or her family following the incident and the arrest. Had the family been relocated for safety? Had the journalists been kept away?

"The girl, the supernaturalist, put a lot of emphasis on Shinozaki." Samon pointed out. "The haunted Shinozaki estate, the Shinozaki charm, the Shinozaki grudge...I guess it's possible she tried to curse someone out of anger after witnessing all that..."

"There's nothing else about her after that. It says here journalists tried to force their way into Tsuji's father's place of work in order to interview him, so they clearly didn't care too much about their privacy."

"They never do." He picked out a book and read the name scrawled on the front. It was another journal someone had brought in with them, and the kanji seemed familiar. "Ki...biki Kou...I think. It's the name of the person the supernaturalist mentioned. The one she murdered when she came here." He flicked it open to a random page, shook his head and started flicking through for anything of use.

"The perpetrator is reported to have escaped his hospital and hanged himself. At least we know what happened to him." He tossed the last paper aside with a sigh. "Anything in that guy's journal?"

"The four missing children were found in a disused basement room, officially sealed away after construction." Samon read word for word from the journal, sounding disinterested. "When authorities gained entry, they were greeted with an inhumanely horrific sight. Based on the evidence at hand, the murder weapon was determined to be a large pair of sewing scissors found in the hands of the accused. Investigators suspected some hesitation on the man's part, as the victims' wounds indicated his full strength had not been used. Nonetheless, it was clear he had acted with extreme malicious intent. Cause of death was listed as loss of blood following removal of the tongues, but the truth is not so clinical, or if it can be believed, not quite as pleasant." He hesitated. The next part detailed exactly how each child had been killed. To cut it short, he could just say each was stabbed repeatedly. "The details are taken from information previously unreleased to the public. Uhh...bearing witness to this all was seven-year-old Sachiko Shinozaki, in many ways the most pitiable and long-suffering one of them all. It was through her tearful and frightened testimony that Yanagihori was officially charged. Going back to information on this unfortunate girl's whereabouts, it is understandable that sensitive information pertaining to her and her family would be withheld. What is harder to understand, however, is that there's not even the slightest trace of this information to find...as if it never existed..."

"As if it never existed?" Hajime got to his feet and stretched. "So the records were destroyed?"

"Maybe." Samon scanned a few more pages. "Says here the perpetrator had no motive for the crime, and was seen as a friendly and gentle soul before this event. His father was the principal. Around the time of the murders, Takamine Yanagihori began speaking gibberish, scrawling nonsense on the walls, hiding in his office and acting severely paranoid, so it's believable that his son also simply 'lost his mind'."

"I don't think these murder reports are doing us any good."

"The fact that they're plastered all over the place must mean something..."

"But until we find out what makes them so significant, we can't really take much from all this."

"Hang on, there's another mention of curses in here."

"You believe in curses?"

"No, but there's something they're calling a curse, some energy, and that's worth something, right? If we can find out what, exactly, that is, we're one step closer to finding a way out." He skimmed through the writing in the journal again. "Here: 'I believe we're looking at a curse far more powerful than anything man could devise. From the day this school first opened its doors, to the day it closed them forever, Heavenly Host Elementary's basement room has existed as some kind of cursed ground. To find the underlying cause, we must go back, back beyond the infamous kidnapping and murder case. Back a whole twenty years. Since the school has been demolished, and another built in its place, it is no longer possible to investigate the basement room directly, but my protege may have discovered the next best thing.' So if we found the basement room of this place, we might have more clues."

"Great. The basement room."

Any further info they tried to seek from within the reference room brought them no closer to understanding their situation or the way out. Some more arguing on their next move, and they found themselves walking across the second floor, towards where they were sure they'd seen an infirmary before. It made sense to make a place like that a base to meet up in, since it would have some fairly important supplies. It was as they crossed toward the east side of the building that the two of them saw their first ghost.

It was a little boy, stood on the far side of a hole in the floor, staring at them. Following gut instinct, Samon pulled the brim of his cap low and avoided looking at the child's face. Something inside him just told him it would be a bad idea. The child called out to them, garbled words, barely words at all, as if he was making sound with no way to shape it.

As if he had no tongue.

It had stated, in the info that Samon had read but not read aloud, that the killer had removed his victims' tongues, like some kind of trophy. It was as if this was one of the victims, though without seeing the boy's face, Samon couldn't say anything for sure.

"Whatever you do, do not look him in the eye." He warned Hajime as he continued walking.

"You couldn't have mentioned that before?!"

"Did you seriously just look that thing in the eye?!"

Turning swiftly on his heel, Samon found Hajime stood opposite the ghost child, rigid and with a look somewhere between fury and bewilderment on his face. He was definitely looking the thing in the eye, and he wasn't blinking.

The ghost boy spoke again. "Cmmme wupffmeee..."

He took a step towards the hole.

"Hajime?" Another step. "Hajime! What the hell are you doing now?"

"I...can't...control it. I can't stop!"

Samon moved closer, trying to survey the situation. The child was occupied with Hajime, and likely wouldn't meet his eyes if he looked at his face, but he would still rather not chance it, and kept his field of vision low. The child had his hand outstretched, as if he was beckoning his victim closer, over to where the wood got weaker, over into the hole. Of course, if Hajime kept walking, he would all too soon find himself falling. The guard was pretty resilient, so there was every chance he would survive such a fall, but it was best to avoid testing that theory out.

Step. Step. Step. He seriously couldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. It was almost as if the moment he'd made eye contact with that child, he'd been taken over. Loathe as he was to appear lacking in the willpower department, he really couldn't struggle against this. Nothing he tried to do seemed to have even the slightest affect.

Hajime felt a tug on the back of his uniform. An arm around his waist, trying to haul him back. Samon was trying to pull him back away from the hole. Step. Step. Step. He heard boots dragging against the wooden floor as Samon failed to keep him still, got dragged along after him. His toe tipped over the edge of the hole. One more step and he would fall. All he could see was the wide eyes of the child with no tongue.

And then nothing. Black in his vision. He wasn't falling, he wasn't walking, and it seemed something was over his eyes. It took him a moment to register what, exactly, had happened. Realising that it was eye contact keeping Hajime under control, Samon had thrown one arm over his eyes to break that contact. And by some stupid miracle, it worked. He heard the child hissing at them, and felt Samon attempt to step back. Hajime followed, stepping back a few times in time with him, and then turning away from the hole suddenly enough that Samon, raised up on his toes in order to cover the taller man's eyes, overbalanced and hit the floor. He managed to recover well, and was up on his feet again almost instantly.

"You asshole! You did that on purpose!"

"You're seriously going to start whining now?! What did you expect me to do, walk backwards for the rest of my life?!

"If you weren't dumb enough to look that thing in the eye, we wouldn't have that problem in the first place!"

"If you knew it was dangerous, you should have said!"

"I did say!"

"Yeah, and only seven years too late!"

"Quit exaggerating, you dumb gorilla!"

"Who're you calling a gorilla?!"

When the boy across the hole started to moan, the two guards seemed to have a silent agreement pass between them to walk as they continued their argument, and to spew abuse at each other at a lower volume.

Focused as they were on trading verbal blows, they let their feet carry them across to the east side of the building, eventually coming out at the corridor leading to the infirmary and science lab. In this dimension, too, the splattered remains decorated the far wall, and the guards gave the blood and whatnot a wide berth. Trying the door to the science lab wielded little result. The door was locked, and from behind it drifted a peculiar smell. Frying meat, if they had to find a way to describe it. Someone cooking something. Bizarre and out of place.

"An infirmary would be a good place to make base." Hajime stated when the two stepped inside. It was dusty, but free of corpses, and access to medical supplies was nothing to be sneered at. Items littered the floor, and he looked down as one hit his foot. Or, well, his foot hit it. On the floor lay a festival doll, dressed in a red dress and matching bonnet. He glanced over at Samon, who had gone to the back wall, crouched down to look at something else on the floor. "Find something shiny, boy?"

"Shut up!" The monkey stood, holding up what he had found. "Someone's personal effects. Glasses, broken. Look a lot like the ones Number 71 wears, but that doesn't tell us anything for sure. This here is medical, clearly a prescription...if I can find a name...not sure what this is." He turned over the objects in his hands. Hajime looked back at the stupid doll. It looked like something Hitoshi would probably gush over. "Oh shit-!"

Samon was looking at one of the beds. Hajime followed his eye and saw the ghost child curled up in the corner, staring at the bedframe. It was the same child from before.

"Don't look it in the eyes, right?"

"Right. I think it might be following us."

"Guess we can cross off the infirmary for possible safe spaces then."

"We should go."

"Well, duh."

"Turn...west...six...paces..."

The voice came from neither of them. It was a tinny, robotic voice, speaking in a set rhythm. If Hajime didn't know any better, he'd say it was coming from the doll in his hands.

Having apparently come to the same conclusion, Samon came over and poked it. "Six paces west?" He repeated with a frown.

"That's what it said." West, if he was correct, was the door out of the infirmary, so they would have to follow the instructions given that far at least.

"Where do you think it's leading us?"

"It's a doll."

Regardless of his statement that the doll wasn't trying to tell them shit, Hajime kept it with him when they left.

"North...eight...paces..."

Samon turned and began walking toward the pile of guts across the far wall.

"What are you doing, Monkey?"

He stopped, looked back. "Following the doll. And don't call-"

"You want to follow the doll?"

"I-"

"It said eight paces, dumbass. You took nine."

"I did not!"

Hajime counted out eight paces, and even with his larger stride ended up a step behind Samon. "You were saying?"

"Your steps are just too small. You're doing that on purpose!"

"My top priority is not messing with your inability to count, it's to get out of here alive."

"I can count just fine!"

"Bullshit, you can't even count to eight!"

"I took eight steps!"

"East...four...paces..."

"Can you handle counting to four?"

"Hajime!"

It was clear from the specific instructions from the doll that someone was intending to lead them somewhere. Though they couldn't deny something odd was going on here, the sceptical part of their minds tried to come up with some logical explanation for things. It was a prerecorded message intended to start in the infirmary. The ghosts weren't real. That sort of thing. Regardless, Hajime turned the doll over in his hands and found a name written on the back.

Yoshikazu Yanagihori

The killer. Hajime mentally prepared himself for any trap that they may be walking into.

The doll's instructions led them back to the staircase that had taken them up to the reference room. At the last pace, Hajime found himself stood over uneven ground, or rather over a single conspicuous lump in the floor. The guards stared at the doll a moment, awaiting another command. It made a sound, like weeping, but said nothing more. The supervisor tested the bump in the ground with his foot before stepping back and dropping to his knee, choosing to check beneath the warped board. He pulled it up and found a blood stained bag underneath.

The doll spoke once more. "Please...save the children..."

"Save the children?" Hajime repeated as he stood.

"Why would it say that?"

"It belongs to the killer. Or belonged, is more accurate. It has his name sewn to the back. If we take this to be something other than a prerecorded message, since nothing makes sense here anyway...sounds like it could be guilt or remorse over the murders. Since the guy's dead himself, all he can do is lead investigators to any hidden remains." He handed the bag to Samon. "Check what's in that. If it's not him expressing remorse or whatever, it could be anyone's voice, just so long as they want us to save the kids. It could also refer to people trapped here, since the vast majority of bodies here are school kids."

"The bag has a name on it...Yo...Yoshi...zawa? Hard to tell, with the blood." Reluctantly, he opened the bag as told. "Ugh...hidden remains is right...it's a tongue."

"The murderer killed the kids by removing their tongues."

"Actually, according to that Kibiki guy's research, the tongues were removed post-mortem. But if the kids are already dead, why remove the tongue? As a trophy? What does the tongue signify?"

"I don't know...talking? Taste? What are we even supposed to do with the kid's tongue?"

Samon shrugged and drew the bag closed. "The supernaturalist with the pink notebook, she said people were dragged here for pissing off the ghosts or whatever."

"So we make them less pissed off, they let us go?"

"You think?"

"Not really, no. But if the tongue belongs to one of the murdered kids, then with the kid is where it belongs."

"So we give it back to Yoshizawa."

"Exactly."

[macaronic-lang]

Boku dake ga inai machi (Erased) anime-themed vocabulary list

　　　　　　　　僕だけがいない街

人質（ひとじち）- captive

人殺し（ひとごろ。）- murder, murderer

被害者（ひがいしゃ）- victim

共犯者（きょうはんしゃ）- accomplice

犯人（はんにん）- offender, criminal

犯罪者（はんざいしゃ）- criminal, culprit

誘拐（ゆうかい）- kidnapping

発見者（はっけんしゃ）- eyewitness

行方不明（ゆくえふめい）- missing (person)

死刑（しけい）- death sentence

街（まち）- a city

蜘蛛（くも）- spider

蜘蛛の糸（くも。いと）- spider's thread

線（せん）- a line

間に合う（ま。あ。）- to be in time for something

過去（かこ）- the past

妖怪（ようかい）- Youkai

暴力（ぼうりょく）- violence, mayhem

勇気（ゆうき）- courage

昭和（しょうわ）- Shōwa era (1926.12.25-1989.1.7)​

平成（へいせい）- Heisei era  (1989.1.8- )​

勘が鋭い（かん。するど。）-  have a good intuition

勘が鈍い（かん。にぶ。）-  be slow to notice things、have a slow perception

悲劇（ひげき）- tragedy

哲学（てつがく）- philosophy

理屈（りくつ）- theory, reason

論理（ろんり）- logic

走馬灯（そうまとう）- revolving lantern

掌（てのひら）- a palm

痣（あざ）- bruise

達成（たっせい）- accomplishment

逃亡（とうぼう）- escape, flight

暴走（ぼうそう）- rage, fury

螺旋（らせん）- spiral

終幕（しゅうまく）- end, close

歓喜（かんき）- joy

未来（みらい）- future

宝物（たからもの）- treasure

Names:

Bear in mind that Japanese names can have different writing variants. Even though two people have the same name phonetically, there's the possibility that they use different kanji.

For instance, Satoru's name can be written using kanjis like 悟 or 覚 .

悟（さとる）- Satoru

愛梨（あいり）- Airi

加代（かよ）- Kayo

佐知子（さちこ）- Sachiko

賢也（けんや）- Kenya

広美（ひろみ）- Hiromi

修（おさむ）- Osamu

彩（あや）- Aya

明美（あけみ）- Akemi

学（がく）- Gaku/Manabu 

*His name is really outstanding as it uses the onyomi reading (gaku) instead of  the normally used kunyomi - Manabu for this kanji in naming.

[lesbian-misa-amane]

If I rewatched Death note I wouldn't want to watch Soichiros death scene again. It's so sad! Or Lights either actually. Poor Sachiko and Sayu. 😭 (btw sorry for the feels)

Those are like such good scenes tho!!!! Although, I do understand why you (and perhaps others) might not want to watch them. It’s a lot of emotions in just a couple of minutes. But, I think Soichiro’s death is a very important to the story and furthering Light’s downward spiral that leads to his own death and I’d hate to skip over it.

[shadow-passes]

Experiment

It was a bleak February morning when Sachiko Yagami arrived at the resting place of her son. She was dressed as all mourning women should be. A black dress with the only off setting color being a string of ivory pearls draped around her slender throat. She had come early today for it was the last day she would ever get to see him. He was to be cremated this afternoon. The idea still made her sick with grief. A mother was never supposed to do this. Never to see their child pass before them. It was unacceptable and Sachiko couldn’t help the way her face twisted. The morgue was cold, minimalistic in decor, it was not meant to hold life. “ Ms. Yagami..”   The voice was low, sympathetic even. “I’m fine. I’m ready.” She lied. She would never be ready. She had seen one body before and that had been more than enough. The portly young man only nodded, almond eyes downcast. It was always hard when the family got involved.   Inhaling, Sachiko stepped into the large tiled room.   Chrome tables lined one wall, all holding various tools, others holding stacks of papers. The other was lined with what looked like lockers. All locked with numbers adorning the metal surfaces in bold black lettering. Locker number 8 was opened well before she had arrived. It’s contents laid bare against a smooth silvered table. Mist still trickled from the now vacant chamber, proving just how cold that tiny dark space was. There he was; her only son dressed in soft blues and vibrant reds. He looked beautiful as a porcelain doll. Lips a pallid blue, never to utter a good morning nor bid a good night. If she didn’t know any  better Sachiko would have thought him asleep.   Oh her boy, her sweet boy had been taken from her. Sachiko moved without thought; closer and closer until her hands were wrapped around lifeless fingers. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying. Only when warm tears clouded her vision did she scrub them uselessly away. She held onto that freezing, stiff hand for all her worth. This was no longer her child, just an empty cold shell and yet….she did not lessen her grip.   “Oh Light…” Sachiko’s voice cracked, bearing her sorrow. “ My sweet boy…” Something was calling him. Disturbed, warped, frightening even as it called again and again into the freezing expanse. It was his mother’s voice that woke him. Her warm hands tightly wrapped around his limp, freezing palm to the point it burned. Low, shallow, thin breathes began to roll down a throat that should be still. To fill up lungs that had long since ceased and to pump a heart that had been still for nearly a week. Thoughts flooded his mind, images, shards of memory, everything rushing in all at once. He would have screamed until his throat collapsed but as it was Light could only breathe in somber stillness. He couldn’t move…..at all. No matter how hard he tried nothing happened.   The scorching of his hand had long since ceased. The voice of his mother disappeared leaving only hollow silence in its place. /W-Wait!/ He wanted to cry, shout, something, anything but lay in freezing darkness. For the second time in his life Light felt an overwhelming, suffocating terror sink deep into his bones.He remembered everything clearly now. He had died, suffocating on his own blood in a filthy puddle. Every ounce of pride he once had shattered the moment that bullet sank into his flesh.  He had died as he lived; a coward. If he had died…why was…? / Wait….Whats../ The thoughts were slow, sluggish and made his head begin to throb.His lungs wound unto themselves like split-ended threads coiling into a spool.They weighed heavy in his chest, smothering his heartbeat. A dull aching throb begins to pound in between his temples.  His headache paints spirals in his skull, swirling and swirling and his mouth goes dry. /I’m alive? How? No, why…I had died…/ The questions burned his mind and slithered into his heart. Light had never been one to feverishly cling to baseless belief but.. / I am God.Why else would i have been brought back?/ The question went unanswered for some time. / There is no other reason. This world is still rotting, still brimming with such filth./ The thoughts made him seethe. His body shook both out of the cold and the righteous rage that pulsed through him. / Those who are making it rot are truly evil. They deserve to die not me. I am Justice, I am God and I WILL create a better world./ He was given a purpose and he would fulfill this purpose to his dying breathe. He had sacrificed his mind, body, his very soul and he had been rewarded. Struck down by impure, squalid individuals only fueled his belief. He had been unjustly dethroned. He would reclaim that mantel and crush any and all who dared to oppose him. He was the one true God. He was brought back to continue his work.There could be no other reason. That was the only thing that kept him from falling into a pit of frenzied panic. Humans feared the unknown, basic fact, so Light simply gave it a face. Light tried hard to open his eyes. It was painful just breathing to even attempt to move made him quiver. The noise around him was back, this time much deeper then before, two sets of sounds mumbling here and there. Light could not make out words only the guttural sounds that bounced off his ear drums. The frigid darkness was split by a thin layer of blinding light, one followed by another until finally both eyes were open. They couldn’t focus, everything was too bright, too loud and Light closed them once again. Something particularly loud grated against his ears and bounced around the room.   Takahiro Sugimoto didn’t believe in ghosts. Doing what he did, seeing as many bodies as he did, the belief long vanished. Well….until today.  A dead man was staring up at him, eyes bloodshot, irises a pitch black and unwavering as they watched. Takahiro did what any normal man would in this situation. He screamed, tumbled and knocked a tray of surgical equipment to the floor. The tools all slapped against the tile with an array of sounds, none pleasant to hear. The body did not move. It did not lunge for him nor did it crawl from the place it lay. Takahiro rose from his place on the floor. His limbs were trembling, his heart was pounding and he suddenly felt nauseous. “H-Hello?” This person was….alive? The Cremation Operator looked hesitant, fearful even to approach but he did so out of better judgment. Surely this must be a prank! He was a transfer from out of state. His colleagues were simply pulling him around for shits and giggles. It had to be. The closer he grew, the more he searched for hoses or mechanics the more that comfort died. The body was breathing, labored but still breathing. The eyes again opened this time they tried to look around. Red blotched eyes rolling from one end to another. They did not rest on him merely passing over to peek at the walls. Did it…..not see him? Takahiro took solace in that. So far it did nothing but breathe and peer about. So far anyway. What if it tried to move? To get off the table? The young man hurriedly moved across the room eyes never leaving the body. His fingers were slick with sweat and they trembled so hard he barely managed to dial the phone at all.The slow rolling monotone beeped in rhythm with his heart. Sweat had already begun to bead down his forehead to collect in the lapels of his shirt dampening the fabric at an alarming rate. Several minutes ticked by before the phone finally clicked alive and a voice greeted him. “Chief of Police this is Aizawa.” The phone was silent, the only sound being a strange wheezing. They sounded sick or in pain by the way the noise labored. “ Hello? “ Aizawa looked down to the receiver and indeed the phone was connected. “I-Its alive! I-It’s..I-Its..” the voice screeched loudly into the phone. Aizawa tilted his ear away as the sound grew louder. “Sir, your going to need to calm down.” The voice on the line continued on with its frantic tone. “ You need to send somebody! I didn’t….I didn’t know who to call….” “ Sir- “ The police chief was briefly cut off by a jarring clatter from the other line and then gasping. “ It woke up! Please just send somebody here..” “ What woke up? Where are you calling from? “ “THE BODY! It just woke up! Please send somebody!! I-I’m….” Another heavy pause. Aizawa’s face scrunched and his eyebrows pinched together. Something was very strange. Were they high? Drunk? Their voice didn’t sound slurred, perhaps heavy drugs? “Please sir, calm down and tell me your name, exactly where you are and your emergency.” The poor fool on the other line sounded scared witless. “M-My name?” They sounded breathless, confused. “O-Oh my name is Takahiro Sugimoto.” Decent enough start. “ Take a deep breathe Takahiro and please explain to me the situation.” Matsuda had finally looked up from his desk. Bending forward in his office chair to tap a finger against the grained wood. “We got a call?” The young cop had been bored stiff lately. Aizawa waved him off with an exasperated look. The plastic phone creaked and sounded as if it was to snap. “Who?” Aizawa suddenly sounded angry. Rage clipping the edges of his voice easily as a knife would slid through paper. “Light Yagami sir.”  Takahiro repeated, his once erratic breathing finally returning to normalcy. The Police Chief looked about to toss the phone across the room. Just the very name set him in a tizzy. He did not want to ever hear that name. He wanted to forget and  purge himself of that /monster/. Light Yagami was not a man. He was a demon, a wolf hiding amongst a flock of sheep. He had died and Aizawa had witnessed it. Witnessed the dying pathetic pleas of a frightened little boy up until his voice stilled and his body sank into a red puddle. So why was somebody calling about him? About him waking up? It must be some sick prank. “A-And..” A breathe.” And what is he doing currently?” “ He is…..He is just..just looking around. He hasn’t moved onl-” “Where exactly are you?” Even if it was some terrible joke he couldn’t simply ignore it. Aizawa dug through his desk, produced a note pad and pen and began scribbling down an address. The phone was hung up with more force then needed. The desk chair sputtered out behind him slapping into the adjacent wall. Matsuda hurriedly rose from his seat and snagged  his coat without even a word. “You might just get the money you spent on that suit back.” It was a grim, ill-tempered excuse of a joke but it was the only thing keeping Aizawa from breaking out into a rage. If this was some sick fucks excuse of a joke heads were going to roll. Both men left the building in a hurry, bracing as the wind had picked up pace. A nasty storm was beginning to roll in from the North.

@ywlir

[ao3feed-lawlight]

Devotion

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by ArmitageH

Yagami Light was six when he found an odd book lying on the ground. He was seven when his mother died, and his father took his anger on him. He was nine when after too many beatings, his older sister made him take a secret test that would take him away from his abusive home. He was ten when he finally arrived at Wammy's house. There he felt at home. There he made friends. There he felt safe. He was sixteen when he presented as an Omega, and his first love began to court him. His life looked perfect. But the death of a friend spirals everything out of control, and soon, he is fighting for his life and those he loves.

Words: 1909, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Death Note (Anime & Manga), Death Note & Related Fandoms, Death Note: Another Note

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: L (Death Note), Yagami Light, Beyond Birthday, Mello | Mihael Keehl, Near | Nate River, Matt | Mail Jeevas, Ryuk (Death Note), Amane Misa, Watari | Quillsh Wammy, Yagami Souichirou, Yagami Sayu, Yagami Sachiko, Original Characters, Roger Irving (Death Note), Kira (Death Note), Kira Task Force, Misora Naomi, Kagami Taro

Relationships: L/Yagami Light, Beyond Birthday & Yagami Light

Additional Tags: Alpha L, Omega Light, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Build, Beyond is Lights best friend, Romance, Possessive Behavior, Possessive L, Jealousy, protective L, Protective Beyond, Sick Character, Hemophilia, Yagami Light has hemophilia, Childhood Trauma, Ryuk is a good friend, Mpreg, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Slow To Update, Not Beta Read, Out of Character, Light is not Kira, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mating Bites, Mating Bond

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