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[kuroyuki-kokuyoku]

The Complete Henituse Family Tree (Headcanon)

At some point after the war with the White Dandruff, Cale gets around to revealing his transmigration secret as well as the conversation with Kim Rok Soo aka OG!Cale.

Much to his surprise, everyone took it well. For one thing, most who knew Cale only met him well after he transmigrated, so they were quick to get over their shock.

The Henituse family, however...

Despite their grief and regrets over not being able to make amends with Kim Rok Soo, Violan, Basen, and Lily were quick to accept Cale as another member of their family. They take comfort in the fact that Kim Rok Soo has moved on and has now found his own happiness in Korea.

Deruth, on the other hand, quietly excused himself, saying he needs more time to come to terms with this revelation. It's not that he's rejecting KRS!Cale as his son. On the contrary, he's grown to love and cherish him like he's always meant to be his child.

It's just that the revelation that the original Cale, now Kim Rok Soo, is now somewhere far away where he can't reach. And now the opportunity to fix his relationship with his oldest son is now forever out of his reach.

The following week, a sleep-deprived and manic Deruth bursts out of his office with a packet of paperwork in hand with an announcement to make.

Turns out, he only needed to sleep on the latest info bomb Cale had dropped before deciding a solid 8 hours later that Deruth motherfucking Henituse has 4 children! Kim Rok Soo, Cale, Basen, and Lily in that exact order. Now all that's left is to forge a foolproof paper trail to make it that Kim Roksu Henituse had always existed.

Which is what he spent the next six days on nonstop.

Lily is ecstatic that she can officially call Kim Rok Soo her first orabeoni and brag about how awesome he is.

Basen took out the pen Cale gifted to him a long time ago and got to correcting Deruth's grammatical errors.

Violan wasted no time in contacting the best painter Roan has to offer to include Kim Roksu's portrait with everyone else's.

While all this is going on, Cale couldn't help but feel happy for Kim Rok Soo. A weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Even before he woke up as Cale Henituse, he couldn't help but feel that OG!Cale was a lonely person just by reading between the lines of his backstory in TBOAH. Now that the truth is out, and his soul-swapped partner is getting the recognition and acknowledgement he deserves.

Now both Cales, past and present, can say they've found where they truly belong.

Meanwhile, On and Hong made a comment wondering if their adoption into the Molan family will be as chaotic and complicated as this. Let's hope Ron and Beacrox don't run into as much trouble.

Speaking of adoption...

Cale hesitates for a whole even minute and asks if his kids averaging 9-years-old want to be officially adopted into the Henituse family. Last he checked, it's not illegal in the Henituse Duchy for Beastfolk and Dragons to be adopted by humans. He found that out when looking into the legality of making Lock and his 10 siblings his wards. The rest of the Roan Kingdom, however...

Well, if anything issues does come up, he'll just call up Alberu to cut out the middleman. His kids would be get all pouty if they can't introduce themselves as On Molan Henituse, Hong Molan Henituse, and Roan Miru Henituse moving forward.

Everyone freezes.

Oh shit, Deruth forgot about his grandkids!

Welp, time to adjust the Henituse family tree again.

So the story goes Kim Roksu Henituse is the oldest of Deruth Henituse and Jour Thames. However, he was born not only out of wedlock but very early during their courtship when they weren't even out of their teens. Kim Roksu was raised in secret for his own protection, knowing how malicious Deruth's extended family would be if they knew about his existence. Once Kim Roksu turns 18, he decided to become a freelance mercenary by trade, later losing contact with his parents by the time his baby brother, Cale, was born.

At some point in his journeys and adventures, he stumbles across Arm. Taking a risk, he infiltrates the terrorist organization and finds out about the White Son of a Bitch and his plans to become a god and destroy the world. Unfortunately, he was discovered and the White Radish kills him, but not before he was able to pass on the information to his now 18-year-old younger brother, Cale, who would use his knowledge to stop Arm's plans and defeat the White Copycat once and for all.

Kim Roksu Henituse left this world at age 36. An unsung hero, and arguably, the first unofficial casualty in Cale Henituse's personal war against the White Wannabe. One man paid the ultimate price in order to give the world a fighting chance, and his gamble paid off.

His sacrifice will never be forgotten if the Henituse family has anything to say about it.

[bklily]

If I have to read another fucking comment about how "marichat is better than ladrien because in the former they can be their true selves with each other" I'm going to commit a federal crime with violent repercussions.

Ladrien is another peak side of the love square and I'm tired of pretending otherwise.

[searchingforglendowerwithleah]

so im following you for trc mainly, but i did used to watch 911 too (this was long before bucktommy even happened and i stopped somewhere around s4) so i really have no context for the current drama taking place. i am curious though - why are people so unhappy with bucktommy? is it just cause most people are buddie shippers or is there something else? not trying to stir the pot or anything im honestly just curious

Bahahah omg sorry to my TRC people I have been actually going off the rails about 9-1-1.

Ok so I am definitely a Buddie stan however, my most prominent reason I don’t like Tommy is his behaviour in Season 2 (in case you forgot Tommy is in Hen Begins, Chimney Begins and Bobby Begins Again having been apart of the 118 before Buck joins). In these episodes Tommy is very antagonistic to Hen and Chimney with some hella racist and sexist moments. HE LITERALLY REFERS TO CHIMNEY AS THE DELIVERY GUY. Whilst not nearly as bad as Gerrard he is not at all likeable (or interesting). This behaviour is pretty much shrugged under the rug when Tommy is randomly brought back to the show 5 seasons later as a love interest for Buck.

Tommy also seems to not really undertand Buck. The best example is Chimney’s bachelor party when he doesn’t get dressed up with Buck for the 80s theme Buck planned. And then Eddie literally plans to do a couples costume with Buck in comparison. Not to mention at said bachelor party Buck and Eddie are all over each other (watch that ep ‘There Goes the Groom’ if you want a comparison in chemistry).

Frankly I think a lot of people just got hot and heated over Buck kissing a guy and that immediate gratification became a vehicle for the ship to gain popularity. There is no care for the romance. I’m not going to get into some of the politics of the fandom fights however there has definitely been some xenophobic attitudes towards Eddies character and just the Eddie hatred from Bucktommy fans is super weird. There is way more stuff surrounding this and in general just examples of Bucktommy being a bad ship and Tommy being condescending. Him calling Buck Evan, getting him basketball tickets when he hates basketball, low key pressuring him to come out.

I think the conversation around queerbaiting is alsonotable. Bucktommy kind of feels like a bandaid on the queerbaiting allegations that surround Buddie. The show notably has lots of representation but none of the queer ships are between two main characters. Like no the most popular fanon ship can’t become canon but you can have this half assed ship. Although in the long run I do think Buck coming out as bisexual first and having this relationship is a great potential segway to Buddie, especially if they pull off Eddie’s repression storyline.

Buck and Eddie out of the main cast have had the most tumultuous record of relationships. None of their relationships feel important compared to the other relationships because they aren’t paired with other main characters so they aren’t as pivotal to the story overall. All of the other MC’s (I’m talking like the MAIN CAST) are paired up with other MC’s. This excludes Hen and Karen (with Karen technically being reoccurring) however, their relationship is notably pre established.

It is so clear to me that Tommy is a distraction for Buck from his true feelings for Eddie. The show needs to actually let that romance play out. No relationships Buck or Eddie get into outside of eachother will ever live up to the other main ships because they cannot compete with the the history that the show establishes between the two.

At this point Tommy has even brought up Eddie as the competition and accused Buck of having feelings for him. As long as Eddie breathes then Tommy has to settle for being second best in Bucks eyes because Bucks only defence to that accusation is Eddies alleged straightness.

Imagine your ship hinging on the fact that one of the characters was settling because the person they truly want doesn’t like them back. What strong foundations! Especially strong when Eddie’s arc this season feels like an inevitable coming out is upon us.

Like Buck literally says “I don’t have to sleep with everyone I have feelings for and I don’t have feeling for everyone I sleep with” after this. He has in canon essentially said I have feelings for Eddie — I don’t have feelings for Tommy and then Tommy leaves. If that isn’t the nail in the ship coffin I don’t know what is.

If Buck and Eddie go canon it will genuinely be one of the greatest queer slow burns on television. They deserve to have a dynamic relationship that is equal to the other main ships on the show in terms of screen time and importance.

Overall it’s definitely a bit of a ship war and like people are entitled to their opinions but it actually has larger implications for the shows representation and character arcs as a whole. Tommy is not the epitome of evil but the slander is defintely valid. Honesty I just don’t understand why people prefer him and Buck when Buddie has such rich history and potential. The only thing going for Bucktommy is that it’s canon — well WAS canon rip.

Sorry this was so long and unedited and I’m definitely missing loads of stuff!! I’d recommend you start watching the show again however the last three episodes have been TERRIBLE so maybe just go watch some Buddie edits on TikTok.

[miserablesquama]

"B-but what Curly could have done?? There was nothing to do!! (not affecting him or rest of the ship or-...)"

nothing could have been done and that's the most infuriating thing

This isn't about 1 or 2 sick individuals. It's about the whole system that allows and encourages violence.

How assaulter can be convinced of his innocence or redemption until the very end. How victim of assault has noone and nowhere to turn to. How the "good ones" and ones responsible won't do a thing because they either don't care or are tied up by the system that values comfort of men over lifes of women. (choose your favorite!)

yeah, beating up/killing/locking up crew member would definitely destabilise relationship between the crew. and rape fucking didn't

funniest thing is, it almost isn't false. I bet if Anya didn't get pregnant everyone would make it safely, because Jimmy wouldn't get caught or care otherwise. Damn women, always screw up everything!! /ironic/

The whole thing was doomed from the start. Pony express doesn't care about safety at all (4 fking cryopods) not to mention safety of women. Curly is too afraid to do anything, because the moment he intervenes any outcome becomes his responsibility. It's easier not to risk, not to change anything. Jimmy is still his friend who just messed up, he has his back, I can't see anything broken I look at bigger picture.

And person like Jimmy thrives in those conditions. A single broken pixel brings down the whole ship and gains more and more power over others the lower they go. And able to do that without any bad taste in his mouth

[nat-the-octo]

Fuck you, mythological mech suit. Have the sickest art ever. Idiot.

[littlealexhorne]

↳ paul in gmgmsb nz s1 ep8

[aces-not-very-cool-blog]

Being a villain fan and trying to find a good Bnha YouTube reaction is not for the weak yall 💔

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[sadnessunderthebridge]

A writer is a writer. They are no less of a writer if they write fanfiction instead of "real" books. I have never read such an amazing quote while reading. And I thought it deserved recognition.

For anyone who is curious, this is from the fanfic Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword on Ao3. It is truly such a wonderful story.

[chocochococoffee]

p5r posting but also p5 posting

the overture to haru's dungeon is so bad. atlus really tried to "not force it" by giving morgana and ryuji stupid beef for the whole game till that moment and i call it stupid because it wasnt even comic relief it was just painful horseshit. i can believe ryuji basking too much in the sun of being popular, but its *clear* that morgana liked the spotlight too. so that whole "wow ryuji you are a glutton for attention" thing that led to him going away from the group felt like a "what the fuck". "what's gotten to you" was more or less what the mc said to him and oh boy i couldn't help but be like "yeah morgana what the fuck" but also a big fuck you to that fucking cat who causes stupid problems within the team - putting himself on the same level with an idiotic puberty boy PLUS being a simp for a girl who had ever looked at him - while calling himself the experienced one.

meanwhile, we got ryuji and his whole puberty boy shtick that people adored while hated (or tried to hate because his whole homophobic problem) on yosuke from persona 4. i am glad ann is such an accepting and easygoing girl by harus dungeon because when ryuji did the whole upwards lolly stick and grabby hands she laughed at him while i in her position woulrve beaten him which is probably what chie wouldve done. god the more i replay the game the less i like ryuji as a whole. but in harus dungeon! he tried - notice the tried because he saw how the rest was like *hmm this is not natural* and he was like "huh maybe???????? but i still like the fame???? hmmm" - to be fucking displeased at the whole sudden love for the PT and morgana berated him for it!? i cant even understand.

... as a whole, now that i think of it, harus dungeon feel even more stupid to me because the fucking PT decided to wnter the dungeon IN THE VERY ENTRY OF THE BUILDING!? and akechi was just passing there???? imagine that they did it outside of his scope, for a big building there's many places you can fucking enter. its a fucking big edification, i am sure that passing by in a nearby building would be enough! but also, imagine that other passerbys had gotten sucked? its the same shit they berated ryuji for in futabas dungeon yet everyone did here because they were too worried about fucking morgana

hawaii + harus dungeon clash too fucking badly with the game. shame haru and her waking up moment are so great in comparison.

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

TRCC Readathon - Day 3

another bumper day of reading for me :3 I'm enjoying this so much, just dedicating my days to reading as much as I can. it's doing me good <3

finished:

Flawless Girls by Anna-Marie McLemore - 4/5

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie - 5/5

started:

This Spells Disaster by Tori Anne Martin - 24%

[karenandhenwilson]

Not bringing up Tommy's past behavior from Chimney Begins and Hen Begins or discussing it at length in a fanfiction is actually not ignoring his past. It's also not pretending he didn't behave badly in the past.

That all of that was not brought up again on our screens in s7 or s8 isn't ignoring or retconning his past behavior either. (And it wasn't even really ignored. In the dinner scene at the end of season 7, Tommy did freely admit he didn't behave very well and that he didn't like the kind of guy he was back then.)

It's been many, many years since all of that happened. Chimney Begins took place in 2005, Hen Begins in 2008. That's nearly twenty years. Are you going around to new people you date or even just befriend and tell them all about your bad behavior from two decades ago? Are you bringing up your bad behavior of two years ago with people with whom you've clearly worked through that behavior to apologize for it again every other month?

The difference between Tommy and Gerrard is that Tommy actually got a redemption arc on our screen, back in season 2 during all three Beginns episodes. (But of course, several people arguing this kind of point recently admitted not watching Bobby Beginns Again when they claimed Tommy doesn't even know Bobby.) Gerrard, on the other hand, showed the exact same horrible behavior in season 7 and then, to some degree, at the start of season 8 until they somehow retconned him around the whole Brad thing.

You don't like Tommy, fine. But stop claiming the only valid way for anyone to deal with his character without appearing racist or homophobic for liking Tommy is by spending hundreds of words showing Tommy groveling for forgiveness for things that have been dealt with between the characters years ago.

[mangocurist]

i dont think i need to caption this

No. no you dont

[mechazushi]

After the Fall {AN ACTUAL SHORT STORY THIS TIME} [Kaiju No. 8] (Could be considered as possible Ep11 spoilers; interpreted artistically)

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"Kafka Hibino." Captain Mina Ashiro started, "No. Kaiju Number Eight. I am taking you into custody." She leveled her gun to him. Her voice as steady as her hands, taking care not to let an ounce of sadness that had filled her soul melt her outward resolve. The companies were distraught and heavily wounded. Most of the infrastructure in the training area had been reduced to ash. An arched border line had been etched into the pavement around them. One side was mostly intact with spider cracks in various locations. The other side was a pale, dusty mess. No surface from the border and beyond was traversable with all of it being splintered, jutting, and uneven.

At the peak of the arch stood a half dissolved monster, melting back into a man. When the flecks peeled off and drifted into the remnants of the wind, a face began to emerge. Kafka Hibino, the former member of the Third Division had ousted himself as the elusive Kaiju Number Eight. He stood stone still, letting fragments of his alter form slough off as he never took his eyes off his captor. He wanted to think he knew what she was thinking, that this is just protocol, that there was no place in her heart that harbored ill will or intent. Mina wouldn't use her gun against him, right? They could still be friends, that he could still fight for his spot at her side.

He couldn't tell. Mina was unreadable as ever and Kafka couldn't blame her. He had been reprimanded enough times to know that this was just how she had to be in front of others in the Division. Her place wasn't a position where she was afforded the leeway to be physically emotional. Emotion was considered weakness, and she had to be strong for the others. To the officers, she was being seen as a strong captain, standing against a Daikaiju threat. It didn't matter that this was Kafka, that everyone had seen that it was Kafka who made a harrowing choice to save the lives of thousands. All they saw now was a monster, no matter how human and familiar its face was.

"Hoshina. I need you to cuff him." Captain Ashiro commanded. Hoshina heard, but was refusing to act. He couldn't bring himself to look at the situation in front of him. A man he trusted, a man he had considered as a friend and compatriot, was confirmed to be a threat to the world. Hoshina wasn't sure at the beginning what Kafka's circumstances were. He knew that things were off, but he chose to ignore them. The whole reason for letting Kafka join as a cadet was so Hoshina could investigate him, and he failed to do even that. All because he couldn't look past his smile. How could a man with a smile so bright and genuine ever be a threat to others. He didn't believe it, refused to believe it. He wasn't going to slap cuffs on a man that didn't have a threatening bone in his body.

But was he a man? Everyone saw Kafka gain impossible speed. They all saw Kafka, as a kaiju, blast into the sky and launched the bomb to a safer distance. Was Kafka a kaiju now because he was strong and dangerous? Or was he still a man because he understood sacrifice? Kaijus didn't need to deal with pesky feelings. They didn't have to worry about what others thought of them. All there was in kaiju minds was to eat and destroy. Kafka could express emotion, and has expressed desire outside of destruction. If Kafka knew that others would turn and run in fear if they knew what he was and what he could do, why did he do it anyway?

"Hoshina." Captain Ashiro commanded again, dislodging her Vice Captain from his thoughts. He still didn't want to do this, still choosing to believe in the man behind the monster's mask, but it wasn't a good idea to make the Captain repeat herself. Reaching into his side pouch, he dug up one of the plastic handcuffs that most officers are issued with. They were issued with the intent that defense members might encounter people taking the opportunity for ransacking during invasions and could preform arrests until the offender could be picked up by proper authorities. Hoshina walked up to Kafka and held the industrial zip-tie in his hands. Every neuron in his skull felt like it was screaming in retaliation, making his hands hesitate in the action of placing Kafka under physical arrest. He almost wanted to laugh. Did anyone here actually think that these meager restraints could hold back a person with a registered fortitude rating? Kafka slowly held out his wrists in front of him, looking like a toddler that was expecting a ruler to come down on them in punishment.

"It's okay. I know." Kafka whispered imperceptibly to him. His head was bowed solemnly, but he looked at Hoshina as his face remained ever reassuring. He almost felt like slapping the look off of him. How dare he act like this. How dare he try to be apologetic and caring for others in this situation. Why couldn't he be an asshole and run, fight, do anything to save himself. For god's sake, why can't he be selfish. Having to deal with a daikaiju on the loose would have been less gut wrenching than having to send a fellow soldier to an uncertain fate.

"Captain Ashiro, I can explain-" Reno Ichikawa was shouting as he came barreling over the fallen debris as nimbly as possible. Following behind at a much slower pace was Kikoru Shinomiya.

"Save it Officer Ichikawa!" Ashiro barked at him, "Telling by your outburst at this time of all places, tells me you have some knowledge on this as well." she holstered her side arm now that Kafka had been successfully restrained.

"You too, Shinomiya. Hoshina told me about his suspicions about how you managed to neutralize the honju at the acceptance trials earlier this year and with you showing up behind Ichikawa here, I can assume that you're in on this too." She began to wordlessly direct those around her and made moves to stand behind Kafka and Hoshina.

"Okonogi, send several vehicles over to the training area. We have multiple wounded and a lot of tired soldiers that I think would rather drive than walk back to barracks. Leader Ebina, gather some of your people and start marking a path through the rubble so we can transport the wounded."

"Roger that, Captain. Do you want me to send an armored vehicle for Kaiju Number Eight?" replied Okonogi. Captain Ashiro looked hard at Kafka, now back to appearing completely human and in the plastic cuffs. Hoshina was looking right at the captain. Blood had stopped dripping down his face minutes ago, but it was still clear that he wasn't in any shape to fight anything more powerful than a mouse right now. She took in the fact that his hands were placed gently on top of Kafka's limply curled fists, a sight that Kafka couldn't pull his eyes away from.

"No. Leave the armored vehicle for now. We might need it to be fueled and stocked for whatever happens tomorrow." Ashiro replied back after serious consideration. With most of the Division looking the way it did, and the person most capable of going head to head with a daikaiju of small size looking like death warmed over, she acknowledged the fact that Kafka; or Kaiju Number Eight, she hadn't stopped her brain from fluctuating between the two, hadn't taken the opportunity to bolt for the hills. She figured if he was going to try anything, he would have as soon as she leveled her sidearm at him. In the bright moonlight over head, she could see the person she once considered a friend chuckle noticeably.

"Thanks for that, Captain Ashiro. Those trucks don't have the best air condi-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear another word from you tonight." Captain Ashiro commanded. She could clearly see the word's effect on him as he visibly flinched at her sharp tone. As the officers around her got into position and steadied their hands on their rifles, she pointed her finger off over Hoshina's shoulder, indicating that they should start moving. Kafka's feet regretfully began to shuffle around to face the direction he was supposed to go in, but when he tried to take an actual step he hissed loudly and nearly collapsed to his knees onto the pavement. Hoshina didn't think for a second as he rushed forward to catch him before he landed, propping himself under Kafka's broad chest and grabbing his shoulder to keep him balanced. The chorus of six safety switches all clicking off in unison could be heard behind the two of them.

"Shit- Sorry, sorry! Knees were locked." Kafka said, glancing over his and Hoshina's connected bodies.

"Sorry." He added, seemingly addressed to no one in particular.

'Maybe that was addressed to all of us.' Hoshina thought as he helped Kafka readjust to his feet. Once he felt okay enough to walk, he began to move forward at a sluggish pace. It was clear to Hoshina that he wasn't walking slow on purpose, and that it really must have taken a lot out of him to propel himself into the air and sucker punch a twenty kiloton yoju bomb into the lower stratosphere. Hoshina kept a hand on Kafka's upper back as he gently guided him through the path Ebina's team had marked earlier. With the moment they were in being as quiet as possible, save for the occasional echoing crash of broken rubble hitting the ground all around them, Hoshina took a second to think.

'I mean, when you think about it, that should be enough to knock the wind out of anyone capable of doing that in that sort of situation.' He stunned himself with the words in his head. How could he even try and logic out what a man with the power of turning into a Kaiju was even qualified to accomplish? This whole situation was absurd and he hated it. He hated everything in that moment. He hated Kafka for putting himself in danger, he hated Captain Ashiro knowing she was only doing her job, he hated himself because he was the one who told Kafka not to get attached to others on the job because God only knows what could happen and here he was, feeling attached knowing damn well that he was going to feel like shit because he was basically loosing the best damn thing this Division had going for it!

Hoshina couldn't writhe in his personal hell for much longer as the group had made it to the busted doors of the training grounds. The remnants of his fight with Kaiju Number Ten as well as debris from the explosion had all been pushed to the sides as best as possible. A few tents had been erected to preform triage and separate the barely scratched from the mortally wounded and treat them appropriately. A rotating convoy of open air trucks and military jeeps were set up at the far end of the street carrying the tired and lightly wounded to somewhere else on base for rest, if it was available for most. All activity seemed to slow, almost stopping in some areas as Kafka led his paltry parade showcasing his imprisonment through the masses. It almost felt like a display of a man being condemned. Okonogi pulled ahead of the line in her own commandeered jeep and pulled it to a stop in front of Kafka and Ashiro. The captain told the six behind her to grab a vehicle for themselves and follow close behind, before wordlessly hopping into the passenger seat of the car. As Hoshina hopped in the exposed backseat, he could hear Kafka groan and hiss as he settled into the spot on the bench next to him.

"Hssssss, haaaa, hoooo. Wow, sitting down. A novel idea. Who knew?" Kafka talked exhaustedly as he fumbled with the lap belt using his restrained hands.

"Miss Okonogi, not to presumptuously assume your driving skills, but you mind being careful and avoiding potholes and barricades on the way to my cell. I'm gonna take a nap." Kafka's head slumped unceremoniously against the metal bar framing the back of the jeep and immediately started to breath heavily, almost as if he was asleep already. His closed eyes meant he didn't get to see Mina's irritated glare she sent his way before she took the clipboard that Okonogi brought with her. Hoshina rested his elbow against the car's sidewall and placed his face in his hand, staring at an unaware Kafka.

'He's asleep. This no good, dirty, rotten, lying, mutant Kaiju bastard is asleep?' Hoshina thought angrily. As he felt the car move forward and tuned out Captain Ashiro and Okonogi's conversation, he realized all he could think about in that moment was him.

'A man saves an entire base and this is how we thank him.' Hoshina's inner monologue continued. He knew he wasn't the only one here who felt like this, and when the news got out in the morning he was sure lots of others were going to have mixed feelings on this as well. Arresting him was for the best, he knew that as well. Good intentions or no, human or no, it didn't change the fact that Kafka can become a kaiju. The whole purpose of the Divisions was to eliminate kaijus. The fact that Kafka was allowed to breathe, let alone sitting in the back of a car with the two most powerful people on base at rock bottom of their best, spoke volumes about how crazy and fucked up these circumstances were. Protocol was kill on sight, and Kafka knows this. Yet here he was, sleeping the rest of his freedom away.

'It wouldn't be hard, either.' Hoshina thoughts continued, 'I may not be able to put up a good fight at the moment, but we can assume he's mostly human right now. He's asleep and tired, which means he's vulnerable' He played with the tip of the handle connected to his sword. 'I could end it all for him right now and he wouldn't be wiser.'

But he wouldn't. Hoshina couldn't lay any hand on him with deadly and harmful intent behind it, now and forever. Monster or Human, it didn't matter anymore. Nothing could ever change the fact that Hoshina had one percent of trust in this man right now. And he wondered if Kafka could feel that too, because why else could he be so blissfully asleep right now.

'He's not going to be like that for long.' Hoshina thought bitterly. The protocol was kill on sight for honju and yoju, yes, but that stopped at daikaiju. they were killed like any other threat, but whatever that was left of the body after the fight was sent off for research. Research and experimentation. Hoshina knew that it was a snowball's chance in hell that the leaders of the Defense Force were just going to let them keep Kafka on base, but were they going to let Kafka stay alive and intact? Hoshina could feel his heart be poisoned and start to cramp up at the thought. He had to look away for a moment , lest tears started to mix with the blood and stain his cheeks even more. It took several sharp breaths and a solid minute of mental filing to help his chest feels normal again.

Hoshina tried to take another look at the mystery that was his fellow soldier. A face as still as a forest pond, covered in already healed scratches. Light from the moon created soft shadows on his eyelids and neck. flickering and shifting in tandem with the shakes and jolts coming from the moving jeep. His worker's tan looking more pronounced than it usually did. Kafka looked stoic and peaceful, which created a stark contrast to the unearthly and demonic visage Hoshina has associated with Kaiju Number Eight. It was an awful situation Hoshina found himself in.

On one hand, he wanted to come across the bench and hold him. Whisper calmly in his ear that everything was going to be okay. That he won't have to worry about whatever that's going to come for him in the morning. On the other hand, he wanted to be the one that was being held. To have all those sweet and empty promises whispered back at him, to be told that things would be fine for him too. Kafka won't have to leave the base, that this whole kaiju transformation business was just the concussion talking, and the base will be back to operational in no time at all.

None of those things were going to happen. The base reconstruction was going to take forever, Kafka was going to have to leave, and nothing was going to be fine. Hoshina turned away again, feeling the chest tightening again and wanted to keep his tears to himself for the time being. He couldn't cry now because there was a superior officer present and didn't also want to wake Kafka. He couldn't cry in the morning because he needed to be strong in the face of whatever decision that was to come down on his officer's head. As the first shifts of color indicative of the approaching dawn began to brighten the night sky, Hoshina tamped down every bit of emotion he had to let out later into the first few minutes of however much sleep he was going to get in those twilight hours.

This was going to be a rough few months, wasn't it?

[naomiknight-17]

Another holiday, another holiday spread

[shannendoherty-fans]

Actresses Shannen Doherty and Holly Marie Combs, with teacher Storm Lyndon (c1970 - 2019), attend the Spelling Entertainment Holiday Bash at the International Ballroom December 4, 1998 in Beverly Hills, CA.