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missmungoe · 1 year

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I couldn't help myself, so here's my take on the Elbaf scenes in 1076, featuring pirate!Makino. Follows a pirate's idea of peace.

This is what the kids call couple goals

“Kyaa! He’s so cute!!!”

“And so charming!!”

“And those cheeks!”

From his seat beside her, Shanks pouted, his eyes trained on the spectacle happening across the tavern. “That used to be me. And my cheeks.”

On the other side of the bar, their son’s shrieking giggles lifted over the din, hoisted in the air as he was passed between the giants who’d flocked around him. For his part, Ace seemed as unperturbed by the attention as he was by the giants, but then as in so many things, he was his father’s son; Makino knew of no one else who could become an attraction simply by setting foot somewhere.

Patting his back, warm through the fabric of his cloak, “I'm sure they haven’t forgotten you,” Makino said. “But you can't blame them, he is ridiculously cute.”

“That’s not the point! I used to be ridiculously cute!”

As though on cue, Ace made an adorable little coo, which had the whole tavern of hardened warriors erupting into a frenzy.

“You’re still popular, my love,” Makino said, with a nod at the boy seated by the bar, wearing a similar pout, his petition to join their crew rejected. “See? There's someone who still looks up to you!”

His shoulders sagging, “It’s not the same,” Shanks sighed.

“Give it up,” Ben said. “You’ve been replaced.”

“But it's too soon! I'm still in the prime of my life!"

Grinning around his toothpick, Ben looked like he was having the time of his life. Makino almost asked him to go easy on him, but given what he’d put up with for so many years, a little schadenfreude was probably warranted.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later," their first mate said. "Aren't you the one always going on about the new era overtaking the old?"

"First of all, so not the same," Shanks said. "And secondly, these cheeks can't be out of date, they're still firm! You could bounce a coin off this ass!"

"Don't," Makino said, when he turned towards her, his mouth already open, and when he pouted, spluttered, "I'm not bouncing a coin off it!"

"I think the barmaid would if you asked her," Yasopp said, a grin flashed at Makino that had her averting her gaze demurely, but then those shrewd eyes missed nothing, least of all the fact that in spite of their captain's griping, their son wasn't the only one drawing longing looks from across the tavern.

Shanks didn't seem to have noticed, and with a wolfish grin, told her, "There's only one barmaid I'd want to bounce a coin off my ass."

Her laughing sigh didn't succeed in being as suffering as she'd hoped, but then it was hard when he was beaming at her like that. "You say the most romantic things," Makino sighed.

Shanks just grinned, his look adoring, and she held her tongue from saying that if he kept looking at her like that, she might actually take him up on the coin thing.

Her gaze swept the crowded tavern, the rough wooden floorboards and the burning braziers warming the room, the cheerful din like any other bar they'd visited, and it might have fooled her into thinking it really was just any other bar if it hadn't been for certain noticeable differences.

Observing the enormous tankards and ceramic cups on the tables, not to mention the giant-sized plates and cutlery, Makino tried her best to look like a fabled island of giants had been what she’d expected when she’d gotten out of bed that morning, to the sound of their ship’s bell announcing the first sight of land. Shanks had already been up, their son on his hip where she'd found him at the helm, observing their approach, and that alone should have told her it wasn't just a normal island, but his smile hadn't surrendered anything as he'd kissed her good morning and told her to get ready to disembark.

And from afar, it had looked like any other island, and only when she'd asked where they were and Shanks had told her, breezily, "War-Land", had she realised something was up, although hadn't been given the chance to ask what that name suggested when a tuna the size of their ship had breached the surface right next to the hull, and she'd screamed so loudly she'd nearly sent Fen tumbling out of the crow's nest.

So yeah, the giants had been a surprise.

She jumped when a massive ceramic cup was dropped on the table before her, the mead within sloshing against the sides like waves in a pool.

“For the little Empress!” the giant whose name she'd learned was Brogy announced.

“Drink up!” his companion laughed, lifting his own cup in encouragement; Makino had learned his name was Dorry. “Knowing how you drink, Red-Hair, your wife must have quite the stomach herself, ge gya gya gya!”

Makino stared into the vat of mead. It could have fit her. “Er―”

“I’ll take that,” Shanks said, lifting the giant cup with ease, a grin flashed as he told her, “Since I’m drinking for two.”

She was about to point out that it wasn’t how it worked, when the two giants blinked, exchanging a look, before their eyes shot back down to her, and it took everything she had not to flinch, but then either one of them could have easily plucked her from her seat with a single hand.

Then, in booming timbres that shook the table where they were sitting: “Apologies, lady!”

“We didn’t realise you were with bairn!”

Their bellows had drawn the attention of the rest of the tavern, and holding up her hands, her laugh was predictably flustered, but then even terrifyingly big, their blustering personalities were hard not to like. “That’s alright,” Makino said, smoothing her fingers over the bump glimpsed between the gap in her cloak, the fire in the copper braziers dancing over the silver and the velvet. "But I hope you don't mind that I don't partake. The mead looks very―", she glanced at the giant cup again, and the daunting amount of mead, and was suddenly thankful her pregnancy had saved her from attempting to take a sip, when she doubted she would have been able to lift it, "―refreshing."

Grinning down at her, “I’m sure you’d show us your drinking prowess if you could!” Dorry declared with a booming laugh.

She caught Shanks’ smile, which knew full well she got tipsy after a single human-sized cup of sake, but, “Oh, you know it,” Makino said, with a laugh that sounded unconvincing even to her own ears, but the giants only looked delighted.

“Barmaid!” Brogy bellowed, and so forcefully she jumped. “Some meat for Red-Hair’s wife! An expectant mother must be kept well-fed at all times!”

“Aye!" Brogy agreed. "She’ll need it to birth a strong warrior!”

"To the little warrior maiden!"

Rousing hollers sounded from around the tavern as they all thrust their tankards and cups into the air, their crew included, whose beaming delight at her predicament hadn't escaped her.

For her own part, Makino tried her best to gracefully endure the attention, while also politely declining the continued offers of food, their table already filling up, with cuts of meat as big as she was, and pickled herring, and a bowl of stew so big she would have needed to climb it to see the top.

“Are you pleased?” she murmured, catching Shanks’ grin as more giants appeared to offer their congratulations, and their wishes for the child in her belly to grow big and strong, to which she was tempted to say that after her last birth, a twenty-hour pelvic nightmare, "big" was the opposite of what she was hoping for.

“For the delight showered upon my tiny warrior wife?” Shanks asked, nodding his thanks to the barmaid who appeared with another plate of food, even as he hadn’t taken his eyes off her. “It’s what she deserves.”

Makino huffed, but lowering her voice, murmured, “I think they’d be disappointed to learn the truth.” That unlike her husband, she didn't have the constitution to hold her own in a drinking match against humans, let alone giants, or that while she carried a sword, she'd just started learning. She wasn't a warrior. Not like the ones on this island, anyway.

“What truth?” Shanks asked, his head tilted to look at her. “She’s one of the strongest people I know. And if anyone knows the value of strength, it’s these guys.” Lifting the ceramic vat like it weighed nothing, he raised his voice to call across the tavern, “To my wife!”

The toast was returned with cheers so deafening it shook the foundation of the whole building, the sound like a battle-drum where it reached up through the bench where she was sitting to fill her chest, and despite her immediate instinct to retreat from the centre of attention, her smile was helpless, subjected to their rousing approval now.

Shanks just grinned, although his look was gentler, holding her eyes as he tipped the cup back.

The din from his toast was still settling, and observing the tavern, she felt a moment of displacement, the kind that had become increasingly common in her new life, as Makino wondered how she’d ended up here, on an island of giants with one of the most feared crews in the world.

Her eyes drifted in the direction of the bar, and the boy who’d so proudly proclaimed his desire to join them, the image resurfacing memories of her own bar, and another little boy pouting into his glass. And for a brief moment the wooden walls and furs and braziers were replaced with summer green paint and soft curtains, and her neatly stacked shelves, the glasses polished to gleaming. Even the barmaid behind the counter had changed, smaller now, her fair hair darker and drawn back by a kerchief, a shanty hummed on her breath as she polished the glass in her hand, stealing a glance across the crowded bar to the handsome captain at the nearby table.

She blinked, and Party’s was gone, the noise of the Elbaf tavern rushing back around her, and the giant barmaid polishing a glass behind the counter was the same as she had been, although her gaze remained fixed on their table, Makino saw; one of the few whose attention hadn’t been stolen by their son.

But in spite of his earlier dramatics, Shanks didn’t appear to notice, his eyes on her, but then even if she'd grown accustomed to the attention her husband compelled whenever they were in port, he never indulged it. And she knew he hadn’t missed where her thoughts had gone when he asked her gently, “Thinking about Party’s?”

Her smile gave her away, she knew, but, “I’m just not used to being on this side of the bar,” Makino said. But then, her voice lowered between them, "But I miss it sometimes."

His smile understood, but then he always did. “I miss flirting with the barmaid there,” Shanks said, a finger hooked under her chin to lift it, and her eyes where they'd lowered. “But now I get to flirt with my wife, so I’m not complaining.”

Despite several years of marriage, her reaction wasn't any smoother than when she'd been nineteen, and she couldn't help her flustered grin, or the gratifying little flip her stomach did, hearing the envious sighs from the women around them, and saw Shanks had caught it when his grin widened.

“Oh?” he purred, and gripped her chin before she could turn her face away to hide the evidence. “Is someone preening over being the captain’s girl?”

She huffed, puffing up her cheeks, although it was hard to look serious when he looked so delighted. And so instead she asked, prim, “And what if I am?”

His grin had forgotten all about his earlier dramatics, but his chuckle was softer as Shanks told her, “You know, this might actually make up for our son stealing my spotlight.”

Makino shook her head, although his gratification made it hard to keep a straight face, or to look directly at his, handsome in a way that never failed to steal her breath, and most of her thoughts, observing the chiselled angles of his jaw and the clear grey eyes, hooded under his scars, and the dark stubble of his beard ruggedly sweeping his cheeks. The silver scar on his lip, tugged by the roguish smile that stretched along his mouth, wide and made for smiling. Well; that, and other things.

But it wasn't about his looks, even if it was hard to explain the feeling, one she’d been intimately acquainted with ever since their very first meeting but that had only grown stronger since coming out to sea with him, and witnessing the way he was greeted wherever they docked; the kindness and grace he showed that was returned in equal measure. To be chosen by someone like him...

The lump in her throat made it hard to speak, but they'd never needed an excess of words to understand each other, even if it felt important to say this, and so, “I’m proud to be yours,” Makino said simply.

She’d caught him by surprise, she saw, and for all his confidence and years of being accustomed to the fawning attention of strangers, it was an uniquely gratifying feeling to be able to catch him off guard with her honesty. But then even confident, he’d never taken her feelings for granted.

Taking his hand to kiss his fingers, Makino felt how they shook. And if it was a claim, let them see it.

His eyes hadn’t left her, gentle under his scars, but then for all the adoration he garnered, he made no secret of where his own affections lay.

Of course, it wasn’t just his fawning supporters competing for pieces of him.

There was a commotion happening outside. Makino had been trying to ignore it, already suspecting what it heralded, although wasn’t given the chance to ask Shanks what he planned to do about it when Rockstar appeared in the doorway.

“Boss! That bastard’s actually attacking us!" He sounded genuinely offended on his captain's behalf, but then Makino had always liked that about him.

"So far they’ve just been scraping with our youngsters, but what do you want to do about him?" Rockstar continued, with a glance over his shoulder. "At this rate it’ll turn into a full-on battle soon!”

Her heart stuttered, but then unlike her husband's fan-club, this was something she had not gotten used to, the months she’d been at sea with them.

Shanks sighed, although took the news of an impending battle in characteristic stride. “I don’t know whether to call this good or bad timing. We were just about to head out. Mah, guess I lost track of time catching up with everyone,” he said, his hand falling from hers as he rose from his seat. “But it can’t be helped when you suddenly come across old friends who you thought were dead.”

Holding out his hand to her, Makino smiled as she placed her own into it, allowing him to draw her to her feet. And she knew what he was doing, but indulged him, feeling how her stomach fluttered, and when he lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles, heard the dreamy sighs from the surrounding crowd. Their attention had shifted away from their son now, but even flustered by the attention, Makino could only laugh, seeing the rakish grin stretching over her knuckles.

“Catering to your adoring fans, Emperor Red-Hair?” she murmured.

“Our adoring fans,” Shanks corrected, with a pointed look. “Or have you failed to notice that it’s not just our son who’s been causing a spectacle ever since we came ashore?”

A glance around the tavern room proved him right, noting their starry-eyed onlookers, although they appeared enthralled rather than envious, she saw.

"She's so beautiful!" someone whispered, to vocal agreement from the room.

"They look so good together!"

"The cloaks!!"

Her heart skipped, and looking up at Shanks found him smiling. And even if she wasn’t used to this kind of attention, Makino found she didn’t mind being in the spotlight all that much, if she could share it with him.

Their eyes held, the din of the tavern fading like the watchful gazes of the crowd, but then for a man who drew people around him like a magnet, he’d always had a way of making her feel like the only person in the room, a peace under that hooded look that made the rest of the world disappear, leaving only the two of them.

Releasing her hand, his fingers brushed the high collar of her cloak where it enclosed her neck, tracing the silver embroideries, before his smile warmed, his eyes lifting as his hand did, to the red scarf holding back her hair. But then while she'd adopted a pirate's lifestyle, sword and cloak included, she was still a barmaid, even if they called her something else now.

A crooked knuckle tipped her chin, his eyes curving with a look she knew intimately, and her breath hitched when his hand reached to cradle the back of her head, a display that was a little more public than she was usually comfortable with, but she wasn't thinking about their audience now.

And maybe she wasn't the only one staking a claim, and she felt the flutter in her chest as Shanks bent his head, his beard scuffing her cheeks with his smile, but just before their lips touched, a throat was cleared loudly.

"Um, Bosses?”

The voice dragged their eyes from each other to their crew, on their feet now and watching them, their arms crossed and their expressions somewhere between patient and shamelessly delighted.

“If you’re done inventing romance over there, there’s a battle going on,” Yasopp said. "Remember? Angry guy, missing arm, vowed revenge?"

“Oh, right,” Shanks said, with a bashful grin. “Should probably deal with him first.”

The little giant who’d asked to join their crew jumped from his seat, his eyes round with an awe that made Makino think of Luffy, and felt a pang of affection as he exclaimed, all wonder and no fear, “You’re going out there to fight, Shanks?”

Smiling, Shanks nodded, and when he spoke, it was to the whole tavern, the warm timbre of his voice lifting with an authority that seemed to come as naturally as breathing, and that could compel even a room full of giants into silence. “I’d never let this island become a war-zone.”

The barmaid cupped her cheeks, sighing wistfully, “He’s so dreamy!”

Makino only smiled, although watching him, privately agreed, but then she was right: he was dreamy.

“They won’t be happy you’ve kept them waiting,” Ben said, as they prepared to leave. He looked like he needed a smoke, and Makino felt a pang of sympathy, knowing she was the reason he'd quit, but the smile he slipped her left no room for guilt as he moved to stand beside her; his usual place, if he wasn't guarding his captain.

“Do you think Kidd will appreciate hearing that it was because Boss was too busy making googly-eyes at his wife?” Yasopp mused.

“I say we send Makino to deal with him,” Lucky Roo said. “That’ll teach him some manners!”

“Honestly, if anyone could teach that guy some manners, it would be you,” Shanks agreed.

“From what you told me, he’s probably right to be angry,” Makino said. “He did lose his arm.”

“So did I, but unlike someone, I handled my amputation with grace,” Shanks said.

"The first thing you lamented when you were lucid enough to speak was that you now had to use your non-dominant hand to get yourself off," Ben said, as Makino's cheeks flushed. She had, regrettably, been in the room at the time.

Shanks ignored him, turning to ask Rockstar to deliver a message to Captain Kidd: to leave his poneglyph rubbings and scram, or to risk fighting him. It was a more generous offer than any of the other Emperors would have given, at least barring one other.

Their crew had gathered around them, although she felt how her breath shivered, but then she’d only witnessed him dealing with enemies from afar. This time, they’d be sailing right into the breach.

She touched a trembling hand to Siren’s pommel, the sword’s presence at her waist another thing she hadn't yet gotten used to, and even then she'd only ever sparred with Shanks. She'd never used it against a real enemy, even to protect herself.

Shanks had noticed, his scars furrowed above his eyes, and looking towards their son, in Bonk Punch’s arms now, “I don’t want to cause any major trouble here,” he said.

A bit too late for that, my love, Makino wanted to say, but before she could, “Dorry, Brogy,” Shanks said, with a smile at her. “Mind helping me make sure my wife stays out of harm's way?”

The grins from the two giants might have sent her bolting in the opposite direction if Makino didn't know them, as with bellowing laughs, they agreed,

“Aye, brother! We’ll keep the little Empress safe!"

“Ge gya gya gya, and the littleuns!”

Smiling, Shanks took the lead, his cloak flaring as he turned for the door. Makino fell into step beside him, the rest of their crew and the giants following behind them as they made their way towards Red Force where it waited.

Outside, a crowd had gathered to observe their departure, only this time their attentions weren’t on the baby in Bonk Punch’s arms.

“Look at them!!”

“Make way, the chief and his wife are coming through!”

"What a power couple!!"

"We love you!!"

Their eyes met, and when she ducked her gaze, he grinned and kissed the top of her head, to the shrieking delight of the crowd.

They’d reached the water, and she could see the ships covering the horizon now. And these were different crews than the one she knew and loved, although they’d pledged their allegiance to her all the same. And even if she knew now what it meant to be Emperor of this sea, like the attention he compelled, her Emperor, it stole her breath, seeing with her own eyes the forces he commanded.

And that was something else she'd had to come to terms with. That however highly regarded he was, her husband had as many enemies as he had supporters, and that being his wife meant they were hers, too.

“You can stay behind if you’d rather,” Shanks said, his eyes lowering to hers, and she knew from the serious look in them that for all his outward ease, he wasn't taking their opponent lightly. “It would be safer ashore.”

His knuckles brushed her belly through her cloak, before he splayed his fingers over the bump, his bigger frame shielding her from their audience now, but then unlike his display in the tavern, this wasn't for the benefit of the crowd.

The broad spread of his fingers was warm through her shirt, but the child beneath his hand was quiet. And there was no judgement in that look, his eyes anchored in hers, although beneath the seriousness, Makino saw what he hadn't shown the crowd in the tavern. Not fear, never that, but the feeling still threatened to sweep her feet out: a protectiveness that carried the same promise he'd made their adversary, of just what he risked, facing him.

She felt a moment of hesitation, but then he had a point. This was Elbaf, the fabled island of warriors. Even without Dorry and Brogy, there’d be more than enough warriors to protect her if she stayed, and out at sea, there were a lot of things that could go wrong even without factoring in an all-out naval battle.

The memory found her, recalling the Admiral they'd encountered outside of Wano Country. The way his haki had singled her out, like she'd been marked, and that had confirmed, and more than any wanted poster or bounty ever could, just what she was now.

And if it had been her bar behind them, she would have stayed, Makino thought. She would have gone back to polishing her glasses, waiting for news of the battle, her lonely court held from behind the safe enclosure of the sturdy wooden counter. Her bar, and her shield that had always protected her from the wider world.

But it wasn't her bar, or even her island, and she knew where her place was now.

And where she felt safest, above anywhere else.

“No,” Makino said, and moving to stand on his left, wrapped her fingers around Siren’s pommel. “I'm right where I want to be.”

Then with a glance at the crowd behind them, she lifted her eyes to his, hooded under his scars as she said, “Besides, if we’re catering to the crowd, we should probably give them what they want.”

Shanks grinned, his cheeks lifting with boyish delight. “Battle couple?”

Her smile was her answer, and drawing her sword from its sheath, the steel-song stirred the air, her grip around the hilt still a little clumsy, used to glasses and dishrags, but the way he was looking at her, Makino thought she might have been a master in that moment.

And while she'd once thought that behind the counter of the bar was where she'd felt the most like herself, there was something to be said for this feeling, standing beside him, nothing but danger ahead, and yet she didn't feel afraid.

"So then, Captain," she said, with a glance towards the sea, and the new ship she could glimpse through the mist.

"Should we teach him some manners?"

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meimi-haneoka · 7 months

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Thank you for the reply again! Yes, I hope that Akiho and Kaito settle down in Tomoeda. Honestly, those two are some seriously traumatised kids who are in need of love and acceptance. Plus, I feel that Kaito needs his own social circle (Touya-Yuki-Ruby aged). His emotional stunting is a result of not having peers and frankly, his arrogance reminded me of Syaoran's entry into the show. Since Syaoran's own maturing, I believe that Kaito also needs one of his own. And I absolutely loved Akiho in this last chapter. She is so strong. It takes enormous emotional and mental strength to move past abuse of that level. That is no small feat and Akiho deserves every inch of applause that should be accorded to her. Plus, I laughed so much at her anger at Kaito. He deserves every second of it. Frankly, I was hoping for Sakura to call out Syaoran on a similar level. His love of Sakura is absolutely unconditional and pure but boy, taking her cards and then lying and hiding things from her, even if it was with the consent of her cards, was a terrible precedent. While I am sympathetic to his plight, frankly, he needed to be called out more for that. Here's to a future oneshot where SS and KA go on a double date and the girls roast their idiot boyfriends, much to the latter’s chagrin, for thinking that they know what is best for them and acting upon that without their consent and knowledge. Furthermore, I have managed to go down a rabbit hole for the Clear Card manga over the weekend and I was hoping for a translation/English language release for the oneshot that was released with the Vol 8. You know, the one where Sakura makes pancakes for Syaoran and they go on a date (Kyaa!!! Never going to stop fangirling over the fact that these two are a lovely dovey couple now) and Touya and Yuki make an appearance as well. If you can link me to a translation or an English release for that, it would be wonderful. It's so cute that they go on more dates than what is shown in the manga.

Oooh yes, definitely. Kaito and Akiho are both traumatized kids and I'll never stop to say that, because when we are judging their behavior we cannot ignore their backgrounds. Akiho definitely showed her need to be loved and supported throughout the story, but Kaito did too. There are some very subtle but at the same time strong panels where it's apparent that he's longing to be loved so, so much. Like the one where he comments, with a bittersweet face, that Sakura is really loved by all the people around her. I've been in doubt for long time about how to interpret that face: it surely was for Akiho (and what she didn't have in her early childhood), but I wondered if he didn't long for it himself too, without being aware of it. Right now, especially after chapter 60 and the flashbacks with Lilie I'm almost sure that the emotion depicted was also for himself.

A couple of years ago I had written a "manifesto of love" for Akiho where I fully explored her background and pointed out what an immense strength she had, to be able to survive all of that. And I think it's unbelievable that a consistent part of the fandom considers her weak and passive. I just don't know what went wrong in the communication of this character, when she's the total opposite and she's got a personality even more assertive and pushy than Sakura's.

I agree that Kaito needs to interact with people more (I just have a hard time picturing him talking to those 3, I think he'd be sooooo annoyed especially by Nakuru, he would probably wish to go back to the fake moon 😂😂😂), and when you talk about "arrogance" similar to Syaoran I want to specify (just in case) that if you're referring to the way he talks throughout the manga, that's an invention of the ENG translation. Blatant mistakes aside (like when the ENG makes him admit that he wants to give magic to Akiho, something completely against the plot), they make him sound really like an ass*ole, with their translation (and that's part of why I'm so pedantic with these translation differences posts, I just can't stand that), like he always talks with haughtiness (sometimes making him brag about his magic capabilities, something that HE NEVER DID and I'd daresay is the opposite of what he thinks of his magical powers) and with this kind of condescension especially when he talks to the kids. In the JP text, there's nothing of that, he always talks with keigo (the polite speech) and neutrally to Sakura & co. and even to Momo, I'd daresay that could be the ONE hint that we could grasp on to be reassured that he didn't want to hurt them, because although that could be interpreted as "keeping his distance" (which he certainly did), that's also a sign of respect. He never talks using keigo when talking about the Association or the Squids, for example. He used keigo while he was part of them, but after he fled with Akiho he completely dropped it (of course, why would he need to talk humbly about them????). I won't say that Kaito is an angel, sometimes what he says might really make you think that he's challenging people (especially with Momo!! God I had this entire time this picture in my head of him being the kid challenging the parental figure, with his behavior), and to some extent he probably enjoys to mess with people a little bit, but Ohkawa sensei plays that card so skillfully, keeping on a very delicate balance that makes you think "is he really this dense or is he playing her for a fool?", she never made him so blatantly arrogant.

Instead, if with "arrogance" you're meaning the entire idea he had to take all the burden on himself to fix the artifact problem of Akiho and giving her a happy life without even considering to ask the person in question if that's what she wanted, then I can agree, yes. That's arrogance coming from immaturity and inexperience with social relationships plus the tendency to shoulder everything by himself and it's totally what Syaoran had too, yes (still does, as you mentioned afterwards). You reminded me that in Tsubasa, Fay scolded Syaoran for this same very reason, saying "it's arrogant" to do that.

And thank you for mentioning the whole ordeal with Syaoran and the Cards because, especially lately it's all a "Kaito really did a bad thing, he doesn't respect Akiho's agency", completely forgetting that on the other side their favorite prince on a white horse did just the same at the beginning of the manga, using the very token of love he had exchanged with Sakura to trick her and steal the Cards from her. I agree, it's kinda horrible when you think about it! And just like you, I am sympathetic with his plight and even tried to defend him back in the day when things were happening and the fans were rioting (accusing CLAMP of "ruining" the character, when I think instead this added a beautiful layer of humanity to him, who's otherwise so insufferably perfect).

But you see...Kaito and Syaoran, probably because they're both two "moon boys" (and Ohkawa talked recently about the personality of magic people influenced by the moon, which is very passionate), have this thing that they completely panic when the one person they love is in danger. They tend to shoulder all the responsibility for it, they absolutely don't want to disrupt the peace of mind of their loved ones, and this brings them to extreme measures to protect them without making them notice anything. Syaoran also had an additional reason that making Sakura aware might have caused her power to go more chaotic. (Maybe Akiho would've succumbed to the artifact too, due to the grief of finding out?!) People told me in the past "you can't compare them, Kaito is older, more manipulative and so more reproachable" but as we said, age got nothing to do with the way these boys behave. Kaito didn't do what he did because he's older: in fact, he did it because he's immature, got a personality that pushes him to shoulder the burden and, most importantly, a lot more power available to him. No one will ever convince me that Syaoran wouldn't have done something very similar if he had Kaito's background, Sakura was in an actual danger for her life (which Akiho was), and if he had the amount of power that Kaito has. Because, let's always remember that these boys might have gone the wrong way about it, but what they did was still coming from love (aware or unaware) and their need to protect.

Syaoran was lucky that at some point someone from their circle went to confront him and scolded him for the way he was behaving (Yue), especially about how he was isolating himself, shouldering everything on his own. Kaito didn't have that. Or rather, he had Momo, who tried whatever was in her possibility without breaching the contract and the rules the role of guardian ties her to, because there are always consequences for that. Since Kaito's problem was mainly originating from his inability to recognize Akiho's feelings and his own too, Momo couldn't speak up more than that because matters of the heart need to be addressed by the person concerned. If the person concerned doesn't grasp the truth on their own, there's no point. That is something absolutely personal and that's also the reason why, despite having the picture well clear in her head and knowing very well what was going on between them, Tomoyo never spoon-fed the truth to Sakura in volume 12 of the OG manga about her feelings for Syaoran, when she was looking for an answer. She just told her "you have the answer inside of yourself".

I completely understand the need to see Sakura scolding Syaoran in a similar way to Akiho, but she just isn't the type 😅 (hence why Akiho and Sakura *are* different). She just doesn't have it in her, and anyway I think the worst punishment for those boys was to see they caused their loved one to cry. Sakura told Syaoran straight away, "I know it would cause you discomfort, but I'd still cry forever if something happened to you". I agree that these two couples need to go on another double date in the future and see the girls scolding them once again 😂😂

Lastly, I have good news for you! I had made a translation in English for the cute one shot that came with volume 8 of the BD release!! You can find it here !!

(look at that, another endless reply, some topics really get me chatty 😂😂)

#reply #cardcaptor sakura #card captor sakura #ccsakura #yuna d. kaito #syaoran li #sakura kinomoto #akiho shinomoto

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Dark Epilogue ♱

⌜ Scene: Flashback ― Bathroom ⌟

― Something like running water can be heard. ―

Cordelia: Undress. Quickly, now.

You don’t want the bath to get cold, do you?

― Cordelia begins to undress herself. ―

Ryuuto: … …

Cordelia: Fufu, what’s the matter? It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.

Ryuuto: …This bath. It isn’t water…

Could it beーー

Cordelia: Blood, fufu. That’s right.

It does wonders for a Vampire’s skin, and something about it is so exciting; You know how jealous your Father would be, if he knew I invited you in with me, fufufu〜

Not even those others have experienced this with me, you know?

Ryuuto: Not even Laito?

Cordelia: Not even Laito. Only the son I love most gets to be spoilt like this.

So, Ryuuto… Won’t you get in and wash my body for me〜?

Ryuuto: Of course, Mother…

― Ryuuto begins to undress himself and they both get in. ―

Cordelia: Scrub me down with your hands… That’s right〜 What a good boy...

Mm, I love you.

Ryuuto: I’ll do just as you say.

I love you too, Mother.

― Ryuuto is pulled back to reality, completely underwater in the same bath. ―

Yui: Ryuuto-san!!

― Yui tugs at Ryuuto’s arm, pulling him to the surface. ―

Yui: Ryuuto-san…! Are you okay!?

Ryuuto: Haa… Cough, cough…

I’m… fine.

Yui: Oh, thank goodness!

You were completely submerged underwater! Eyes closed and everything! I was worried something was wrong when you didn’t answer my knocks…

I-I thought you might have been drowning!

Ryuuto: Drowning? Hah…

Yui: ( He says he’s fine but… He looks really out of it. )

Ryuuto: Daydreaming. I was daydreaming.

Yui: Underwater…?

Ryuuto: I must have zoned out and slipped under the surface… Cough, cough.

Yui: ( That’s all? Just how zoned out was he to not notice…? )

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: Maybe it’s for the best if you avoid taking a bath when drowsy like this? Here is your towelーー

― Ryuuto grasps her wrist suddenly. ―

Eeh…?

Ryuuto: …Just who do you think you are, to barge in here like you did, anyhow?

Yui: Wh-What?

Ryuuto: You knew I was in here, didn’t you? What if I had been getting into the bath when you decided to make such an entrance?

Yui: I… I’m sorry…

Ryuuto: …Or perhaps that is what you were secretly hoping for? To walk in on someone like me ‘on accident’〜? In that case...

Yui: N-Not at all, Iーー

Kyaa!!

― Ryuuto pulls her into the bath. ―

Yui: ( I’m soaked!! He pulled me right in!! )

Ryuuto: Fufufu. Land a hand, if you’re so eager... Wash my body.

Yui: Wh-What!?

Ryuuto: Or, if you’re insisting like this... Hurry up and strip, and I’ll clean every corner of yours, instead.

Yui: I won’t...!

Ryuuto: Fufu… Haa…

Yui: ... ...

( Even though he’s teasing me like usual, it seems even he doesn’t have the energy to keep up with it, all of a sudden… )

…Ryuuto-san, a-are you sure you’re okay?

Ryuuto: … …

― He suddenly stands up from the bath. ―

Yui: Huh!?

W-Wait a moment, please c-cover yourself!

Ryuuto: … …

― He then steps out of the bath. ―

Yui: ( Luckily I closed my eyes last second…! )

Tell me when you’re d-decent, please…!

… …

R-Ryuuto-san…?

( Aah... He’s gone… )

( He really was completely out of it… I wonder why he was so lost in thought… )

― Yui’s heart beats loudly out of nowhere. ―

Ngh…!

My chest… It h-hurts…!

Why now...?

― It beats heavily again. ―

O-Ow...

Ryuu…to-san, don’t leave me… here...! I don’t want to...

D...rown...

― Yui faints inside the tub. ―

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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← [ ✥ Dark 10 ✥ ] ⎥ [ ✥ Maniac Prologue ✥ ] →

#(( ignore how I just forgot to post this a few hours ago :’)#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers oc #haunted dark bridal #haunted dark bridal dark #ryuuto sakamaki #sakamaki ryuuto #ryuuto sakamaki route #sakamaki ryuuto route #ryuuto route #hdbryuutodarkepilogue

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funnywormz · 1 year

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we haven't even seen caleb and evelyn on screen yet but i am a firm believer that they are a "boy who says kyaa!" x "girl who says tch" couple

#this is very important to me.#caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #wittewife #toh #the owl house

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bakedbananners · 2 years

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Magnus is girl who says tch -_- and Alex is boy who says kyaa >•<

#they’re both putting on a persona btw #magnus chase #alex fierro #fierrochase #mcga #riordanverse #me talking

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ririveeazu · 2 years

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Uta no Prince-sama MUSIC 3 Episode 8 English Translation

Hello hellos~ This is my first official attempt at publicly translating otome stuff! I’m still studying Japanese myself and using this as a way to practice, so don’t take everything as 100% and if you have any corrections/feedback please feel free tell me!

MUSIC 3 is part their rhythm game spinoff series. If you reach certain perimeters of completion on some songs you can unlock short bonus episodes involving some of the boys. I unlocked this one by completing Natsuki’s solo song “☆YELL☆” on the three different hard modes. Here is all of it translated!

~~START~~

[In a forest clearing]

Natsuki: Just as I thought, you can really calm down here~

Haruka: Yeah…

Natsuki: Ever since I was in school I would come here often anytime something happened.

Even now, whenever I think “I’m so tired~” I come here to lay in the sun.

Haruka: Mhmm…

Natsuki: My apologies for bringing you out here when it’s busy.

Haruka: Don’t be sorry! It’s nothing like that.

Natsuki: When it’s just you here it’s so calming, I can't help but spoil you.

Haruka: Natsuki-kun…

Natsuki: Holding you just like this and feeling you calms me and makes all the bad feelings go away.

Haruka: It’s true… I can hear your heartbeat…

Natsuki: I can hear yours as well. I can feel that your feelings are the same as mine.

Haruka: … … … …

You really can see through everything can’t you.

Natsuki: What do you mean?

Haruka: When I was at my work you knew I was stressed, that’s why you brought me here isn’t it?

Natsuki: I just wanted to spoil you you thought so I brought you here?

This was just my own self indulgence. You’re just my kind sweet lover who came along. [TL note: I was struggling a bit to understand what he was saying here at the end sorry;;]

Haruka: B-but… …!

Natsuki: Shhhh~ Give your mouth a rest.

Now though! Flop!

Haruka: Kyaa!

Natsuki: Now, you can use me as an arm pillow! I’ll spoil you, but you too have to spoil me lots in the future as well please.

It’s ladies first though…. So?

Haruka: Thank you.

Natsuki: Don’t mention it, it's my pleasure. You were really tired. Do your best, okay?

~~END~~

My apologies if any of this sounds a bit stiff, Haruka was using a lot of one word vague responses in the beginning to indicate that she was listening, and I was struggling on how to not make her sound passive aggressive ahaha;;

I hope you enjoyed! I plan to do more of these, there are 75 episodes total in the game. (Going to be honest for some reason I thought it was a lot less than that and only when double checking it just now did I learn that-) I just happened to unlock this one first and as a Natsuki fan I decided to go for it. Looks like I’ll have a lot to do then though~

#otome #uta no prince sama #utapri #natsuki shinomiya #shinomiya natsuki #otome translations #uta no prince sama music 3 #otome game #haruka nanami #uta no prince sama translation

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nobully · 1 year

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Who is an author that inspires you?

♡ Munday Meme ♡

14. Who is an author that inspires you?

oh boy are you ready for quotes cause here i go with quotes

george eliot - love her love her looove her esp. my fav piece of english literature that she wrote, middlemarch. she does introspection so well and had such a reputation for getting into people's heads with her characters that she made society fear her because of her sharp insights (and witty comments to go with them hahaha)

“We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our hurts— not to hurt others.”

“But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.”

“ If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.”

sanober khan - poet, the way she describes love is so simple yet so tender it turns you into honey and melts you softly into ooze idk it's NICE

“May your love for me be like the scent of the evening sea

drifting in through a quiet window

so i do not have to run or chase or fall ... to feel you

all i have to do is breathe.”

“the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.”

dorothy l. sayers - one of my favorite mystery writers during the golden era of detective stories, she breathed life into lord peter wimsey, a son of a duke who goes off solving cases in 1920s~30s london. lovely foppish man, clever witty writer, her works are full of epigraphs and really well structured prose! i adore her style, it's so flashy yet sophisticated kyaa you can tell she has a lot of fun playing with words and syntax/sounds hehe

“Everybody is, I suppose, either Classic or Gothic by nature. Either you feel in your bones that buildings should be rectangular boxes with lids to them, or you are moved to the marrow by walls that climb and branch, and break into a inflorescence of pinnacles.”

“How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do" "Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.”

“I know what you're thinking - that anybody with proper sensitive feelings would rather scrub floors for a living. But I should scrub floors very badly, and I write detective stories rather well. I don't see why proper feelings should prevent me from doing my proper job.”

frances hodgson burnett - she wrote some well-known children's stories like the secret garden or the little princess and what i really like is the sort of "lightness" and "kindness" she brings in her prose; there's a very sincere feeling of innocence in them that makes it soothing to read. i still count her short story/fairytale "the land of the blue flower" as a fav after all these years, lol here's a nice excerpt:

#sxnburst #answered;#i looked up quotes on goodreads for these ok i don't have them in my head ready or anything lol #ok done nerding out there's more but these always come to my head so heh

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sumire-bride · 2 years

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I WAS A CHILD.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS- ABUSE, FORCED MARRIAGE, SEXUAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL, INCEST MENTION etc. If there is any other ones you guys would like to me add please mention them <3

DISCLAIMER- I do not support incest or any of these things AT ALL under any circumstances, these are simply things for the story and characters etc, again I DO NOT support these things and I take them very seriously.

CHARACTERS- Xaing, Kyuufu, Chousoka, Ena, Chen, Oroshi, Sumire,

AUTHOR NOTE- Thing for my queen Xaing, but guys grab yo tissues cuz this shit is so damn sad. But I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope everyone likes it to. switches like last time author pov and Xaing pov. I recommend reading this while having reader ORR off to the races by lana del ray blasting on loop in the background. Get a little surprise at the end if you read it all the way :) ))

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It's not fair. I am a child.

There stood before me was my father and this... Disgusting rotting old guy. He looked to be 50 yet he looked older then he should. He was tall in a fancy green Japanese kimono, his hair wasn't completely grey but grey enough. I don't think he was Chinese based on clothes and his eye shape all together. His eyes... His eyes were so sickly green I wanted to puke right then and there. He was in my home therefore he should feel smaller then me. I am not afraid of a old man I won't be scared.

"Xaing. This is Kyuufu Kanashi, please treat him with the upmost respect." My father said, 'Kyuufu Kanashi' I don't know much Japanese including meanings of names but if memory serves me right 'Kyuufu' means fear and Kanashi sorrowful and sad. That's such a depressing name.

"…” I didn’t say anything, not that I didn’t not want to more that I feared that he may not know Maderin. I simply gave him a nervous bow as he stared daggers into my grey eyes. “Xaing.” My body stood straight by my fathers voice. “Straighten yourself up, we have to have a discussion with Kanashi. So please do try… Go.” My father is stern, scary and intimidating. Never the less I walk to my room.

Xaing sits in front of her mirror in front of her braiding it. No hair sticking out, completely neat and nice perfect for her father and mother. She looked at herself in the mirror admiring herself, or at least the lively look in her eyes. She truly had such beautiful lively eyes.

Tap. A tapping noise from her doors from her balcony was heard, she turned to look getting up walking towards the wooden doors opening the door. No one?

"Boo"

"Kyaa...!!" Xaing yelled not loud enough for anyone to hear and barge in. Her eyes softened as her body relaxed of realizing it was someone who had such a familiar face. In fact she had only just saw this face a half and hour ago. Hanging upside down from her now, noses touching.

"Chun... What are doing here. You know my father doesn't like you." Xaing's father definitely did not like Chun. In fact dare I say he hated this 'poor peasant' boy. Chun put himself standing instead of upside down, he wore a cheeky grin her heart fluttered.

"I just wanted to see you, I was getting bored and I honestly could care less how your little daddy feels about me. I simply just care about seeing you." He grabbed her hand, putting something in her hair. A peony flower.

"I found that for ya. In a bush, my little queen of flowers, you my hope and I only wish the best of luck for you. Mudan." Mudan was a nickname, 'the most beautiful' he really was a true romantic even as a clumsy and loud man. The person to truly find her beautiful inside and out. He made her feel things she's never felt before. Even the small things like this made her feel like she was floating.

"It's 'king of flowers' you idiot.. But... There pretty so thank you."

"It's no problem." He leaned closer towards Xaing, she leaned in closing her eyes. A knock came from the door.

"Xaing..? Are you okay..? I don't think it should take you this long to get ready." My mothers voice was heard from behind the door. She's always been a massive pain. She's a weak women even the sound of her voice made me feel like I wanted to die.

"I'm coming. Just give me a second. Chun go..." I lowered my voice so she couldn't here me. Just like father she wasn't a massive fan of Chun. "Already..? Lame... Do I at least get my kiss..?" I hate his teasing tones but oh god do they make me happy.

"No. Go before they suspect your here... Go go I'll come see you later."

"Haah.. Alright alright I'm leaving, but I better get that kiss tonight.." He walked off looking around to make sure he couldn't be seen. Father would kill him if he knew he came to see me. I breath in and out, turning behind me no longer in love phased mind. When Chun is gone the world isn't there for me. I open the door my mother standing in front of me.

"Was someone in there..? I could have sworn I heard whispers or someone talking in there." She looked behind to see if anything was there, but Chun had already left. Like I said a pest an annoyance. "No ones there. You're mind is just messed with right now, lets go. I'm sure father is waiting."

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I slid the door open. There was no dinner. Only Fathers and.. Him. For some reason when he looks at me I feel the world goes foggy and red. I don't like it. I moved to my seat next to father. I sit down. Waiting for someone to say something.

"I believe there was something we needed to discuss..? Father."

"Yes. Kanashi has given me such a great proposal." Proposal..? What type of proposal..? Kyuufu did not say a word he simply sipped on his tea with his eyes closed.

"You are in a good age to marry you know Xaing. I think sending you to marry someone soon is suiting. Don't you agree..?" I didn't want to get married. At least if it wasn't to Chun then I didn't want it. "Well.. Maybe it's a bit early for that..? I don't really wanna rush." I wanted to stay as young as possible for a long time, I wanted to be a 14yr old girl and talk about boys and do makeup. A normal girl with Chun that's all I wanted in life.

"Well.. It seems you don't have choice in that matter Xaing. You see Kanashi has given me a great proposal. It will be good for the family." Just what type of proposal was my father talking?

"What are you talking about.. Father..? Does he.. Want to marry me to his son or something...?!" I don't want marry some boy.. Only Chun only Chun and that's all I want.

"No. Not a son, in fact Kanashi doesn't have any sons, that's why he's come here though." What... My eyes grew wide and the room began to ring. That mans eyes turned towards and my vision grew foggy once more, I didn't like where this was going. At all. Don't say it. Don't say it please.

"Kanashi, he wants your hand in marriage." Those seven unwanted words came out of his mouth. Those horrible pain saking words came from my fathers mouth. I felt like I was gonna be sick.

It's not fair. I am a child.

"You.. You couldn't be more serious father..! You can't... You just can't do this to me...! I beg of you... Don't send me off to marry this man..!" I shouted loudly. I couldn't hear myself at all, the world was so quiet yet so loud.

"Your father is very much serious." This man put his own on my hand, his hand sent shivers down my spine. So cold and lifeless hands. "I ask for you to be help for a plan. You have no choice in this matter."

"You will marry me. And give me a daughter. For his sake."

The moon was bright, the dead of night Xaing ran through bushes she felt like she couldn’t breath. She wasn’t breathing her body was heavy but she continued to ran. To get oxygen and the weight lifted.

“Haah… Hah.. I can’t breath..”

“Mudan..?” The voice of an angel. So sweet on my ears it’s bright and suddenly she felt everything come back. Her darling Chun.

“What’s the matter, you look so pale.” His voice was concerned, he held his hands out gently putting them to her face and hand. “What’s the matter..? Xaing.”

“There sending me away Chun..! To Japan to marry this man.. Chun… Don’t let them take me away please…!” She begged squeezing harder. Chun looked at her, no pity but instead sympathy.

"Ma-marry..? What do you mean send you away to marry a man..?! Xaing... Hey hey.. Calm down my love, come sit down you're so pale." Chun lead Xaing to the stone he was originally sitting on before, his hands so gentle and kind, there warm and smooth. He knelt down in front of her eyes with look of concern. "Breath, you just need to breath Mudan. In and out my love". She did as he said, in and out simply breathing the air he breathed, that felt so good to her nose and tongue. She still had his hands in a tight grip, but she had calmed down. "Now tell me.. What's happening..?"

"..Hah... Father... He's.. He has had a man.. Some older guy has and come persuaded my father into marrying me.. He bought me.. He bought me Chun do you not understand...?! I've been bought to marry some man and bare his children...!!" She made wide eyes to him, they glowed in the moon tears beginning to appear in the corner of her eyes.

"I... I understand.. Don't cry my love. I don't enjoy seeing you when you cry. But regardless.. To me no matter how you look you're still the most beautiful women I've ever seen." He wipes her teary eyes, warm loving hands. They placed foreheads together still holding hands tightly.

"Oh Chun..." Her darling Chun, his hands were warm and welcoming, if she could she would hold his hands for the end of time, never letting go.

But forever always has a ending.

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There's no light or warmth here, no loving eyes to look at me. None at all, it's dark and cold, only empty eyes to stare at me. My heart feels weird, I feel sick and upset. Did I mean nothing to my family? Where was my say in this.

"You are a very beautiful girl Xaing. You are a prefect fit for this plan." His cold and gross hands touched my lifeless face. I didn't bother to move I stayed still, I didn't want to move, I only looked at the trees from inside. This place is so suffocating. Stop touching me. His cold hands made me look at him. He's gross. STOP TOUCHING ME.

"Guh..--!!" His face turned away, for some reason I felt scared even though he wasn't looking completely looking at me. His green eyes were wide, "Y-you.." His eye brows furrowed, angry pure anger. He turned to me and suddenly I felt small, his teeth clenched, he stood up.

"You dare smack me..! Who do you think you are..?! You are beneath me.. You disgusting disgraceful women..!"

He hit me, hard and it hurt like a bitch. I felt more small, his hands were big and rough. He's loud.

"Your horrible. No manners at all, feelings such as anger and sadness.. No use for those stupid emotions..!" He hit me again, harder. The world is cruel, painfully cruel. "I brought you here, because I thought you'd be a good fit for this.. Are telling me now that you aren't..?! You are a horrible wife...!!"

I want to go home.

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It's not fair I am a child.

I feel gross. I'm drowning and suffocating. I don't react to anything he'll get mad at me, he makes me feel so small right now. I'm drowning in swamp water, I'm chocking and my whole being feels heavy and moist. I'm sick.

"Haah..." I'm 16. I aged to be beautiful and now I'm completely empty just how he wanted me to be. He grew on me and now I am just like him, he forcibly merged us to be one. I am now him and he is me.

He's like a wolf, he howls loudly like a wolf he moves like one I never see him coming. I don't know his next move and he watches me in the dark. His eyes glow in the dark and scare me. He eats me like a wolf. I was eaten alive and now the child is gone. No she was buried deep somewhere no where to be found crying. She will stay there till I die. Just like the story of the wolf, they brought death to this world.

I've always hated wolves.

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This thing is so small, he cries for something, his cry burns my ears, I'm tired and my body is ruined. His eyes are green and like his. I hate this child. I hate my body and this aura.

"A boy.. Rather disappointing, well we will simply have to try again."

Chousoka. My first son.

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It stings. Holding this boy stings, He doesn't cry too loud. A fairly calm child. My body was torn open once more, I am ruined and it stings. I don't want to be here. His eyes are green and evil.

"Another boy.. Haah.. How disappointing. We try again."

Oroshi. My second son.

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He came beautiful. Like me..? He came out angry and sad, he's a blessed boy with beauty like no other. He was blessed with my looks but his eyes.. There green and horrible. He's angry and sad.

"A girl...!? Ah.. No.. A boy.. Maybe again..?"

Ena. My third son.

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To Xaing makeup was everything. It was like drawing to her, she painted her lips with red lipstick with a smaller child standing next to her. He looked at like she was a goddess, watched her movements in admiration.

"You're so pretty mother. I hope to one day look just as you do. Not like father at all." His voice was tiny, soft. She turned to look at him and gave him a small smile. Putting her hands on his cheeks.

"Really now..? Not like that man..? My you are just like me aren't you..? Not like your older brothers. Very good Ena darling very good." She pet his hair, the feeling of being able to recognize herself in a younger person felt good.

"How do I look Ena..?" Her last finishing touches.

"So beautiful mother, You look like a goddess." Ena told her. "Do I look as beautiful as you do mother" He titled his head on his tippy toes in the mirror.

"You're a gift from god.. Ena, perfect as can be like me."

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I don't like this one.

"A boy, we try another day"

Kai. My fourth son

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His eyes are mine.

"Tch... Another boy.. This is truly such a annoyance.. You name this one I do not care for him. We'll work for a girl"

Sing. My fifth son.

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They came together, and it disgusts me. Make the pain stop...

"Two..?! God you women.. Such a disappointment."

Takashi, Tadashi. My sixth and seventh sons.

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It's painfully numb. He has his eyes again. Mother... Can you sing to me again..? I don't want this anymore..

He isn't here. "Take this boy away from me.. Now...!"

Ame. My 8th son.

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He's mine. How I love this boy with my soul and body. He's such a god send to this earth, how I love my...

Chen. My 9th son.

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Like two rotten peas in a pod. Evil twins with disgusting faces.. Father.. I want a hug. Father please... Find me..

"You were a mistake... I shouldn't have gotten you. Useless women."

Keiji, Shoji. My 10th and 11th sons.

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I didn't get to hold this one, I don't know what he looked like till he aged to one. Just like the rest I don't care for him either.

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Anzu. The 12th son.

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It didn't hurt, I didn't feel anything. I don't feel anything nor do I want to, I've grown to hate my children as they've grown to hate me.

"We will try again, if I am not given a daughter this next try you and the rest of those boys will die."

Koukai. My... A son.

She didn't care anymore. She didn't feel anything but pure anger towards everyone and thing. Xaing laid in her bed her body was in a almost dead and doll position. She felt ruined and old. Gross and dirty. She didn't see any point in hoping it was a girl. Honestly she prayed for a boy so her and the rest of these little demons could go down with her. They're then reason for her suffering so why should she go down alone.

Xaing sat up carefully still a bit injured. She heard the door open she quickly turned her head in annoyance. "What.. Can you not see I am resting..? Why must you come and torture me more then you already do..? Get out."

"It's just me mother." Chousoka walked in. He walked towards her slowly with a smaller child in his arms. Her heart bleated in hatred at the site of it. "Ugh... The the site of you with some other menace burns my eyes. Get out of my site immediately.." She turned away.

"So... You don't want to hold her..? Well I don't have a issue with that. She's a beautiful site, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Xaing's eyes widened when Chousoka uttered "she" and "her". Had she finally done it? Had she finally been useful to him and made him happy? Not that she cared about his happiness or him at all, but happy meant she wouldn't be bothered. She thought to herself hoping this meant he won't bother her anymore, and she could go home. Home was in Chun's arms she could she feel warm again, no longer angry.

"What's her name... Tell me boy." She said in irritated yet relieved tone.

"It's quite a beautiful name." Chousoka looked at the baby like she was a angel, sent from heaven. He looked alive. But this child was no angel.

"Sumire. My perfect violet."

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It's not fair I am a...

He threw me away. Wiped me off like I was some rocks inside his shoe. I was useful but he didn't need me to be useful anymore. I thought this meant me and Chun could finally be together again but no. Here I am with 13 boys and myself in a massive home with him and that... Girl.

He threw me away and gave me the leftovers. While he lived with the full course meal.

I laid down in the wet empty bed, I was still drowning even though he wasn't there to touch or hurt me. He was still there to me I could feel him still drowning me in the thick dirty swamp water. I slowly felt myself drift off in this empty cold bed.

"Mudan..."

"Hah..." A voice, a familiar voice a voice she hasn't heard in what felt like centuries. She turned around there he was. In the further vision he was there looking at her. Oh she loved his cheeky grins.

"Mudan... My love.. Come to me I want to hold you in my arms badly again." He held his arms out, inviting her and god did they invite her quickly, tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Chun...! You.. You found me Chun...!" She felt she went back to 14 again, the more she ran more real it seemed. The scenery, her voice and him. "Chun...!!" She ran faster and faster and she finally reached him, his smile and calming eyes. She was so close to touching him, She was about to fall into his arms until he disappeared.

"Chun... Oh Chun come back... Don't leave me to die...!! Please don't leave me with those people... Chun...!!" She screamed hoping he'd come back.

"Chun... Chun my darling... Please... Kuh... Please don't leave me alone..." Her voice whimpered, she sobbed and shouted for him more but to no avail. He wasn't coming back. Suddenly this dream was gone and she woke up. The reality she had was back. This hell.

She woke up different. She woke up with a realization she was used, she didn't mean anything and she would never feel alive again because of these children and man. She woke up angry.

Anger made her feel powerful. Now the child in her would completely be buried beneath her. No where to be found and no one to hear her cries.

She was finally able to meet Sumire, she was a pretty little thing. Black hair and ghostly skin, she was so small and looked sad. She couldn't look at this child with anything other then hatred. This child is the reason she suffered to her.

"Sumire.. This is our mother, pretty isn't she..?" Oroshi said, he knelt down to her. "can you say mother..?"

"..Ah... Mo... Uu.." She can't talk properly, she's about 2, "Hmph.. What a useless girl." Xaing moves away walking into the distance, she felt a little weird looking at Sumire. Like almost uncomfortable and sickly.

As the months of being in this house past, she got used to her daughter, forcing herself to allow Sumire to be next to her or sit with her. She began to feel a protective feeling towards her, She played with the little curls in her hair she thought of her mother. She got up feeling a little confident that there was a tiny version of her following behind her trying to copy her walk and stance. She finally felt like a bigger person. She opened the door to a bedroom and...

Ena, he really was like Xaing in a way wasn't he? Used and bruised the same as she was. Used by Kyuufu, Ena was sitting in the bedroom his tang suit was messed with his hair down and messy. Kyuufu stood far away somewhere near a dresser. He didn't notice the two were there he simply looked away dead and ashamed and angry like Xaing. Xaing simply looked at the scenery, it disgusted her her eye brows and nose wrinkled. Ena noticed her he looked at her his eyes softened but he held a sad but empty kind of look to her.

She simply looked at him her face back to a annoyed one. She could care less at this point. So she turned to her side and walked away Sumire following behind.

Since he was like her. Why would she stop it..? It's not her problem. So it continued. SHE let it continue sometimes encouraged it. Because she didn't want to care.

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Xaing was sitting in the living room, sewing something. She was enjoying the peaceful quiet of the house. Her eyes closed and breathed in and out. Though the peace was cut short by the sound of by the sound of whimpering.

"Mother...!! Sob... Mother...! I am bleeding...! Kuh..!!" The sound of Sumire was heard. Behind the door she walked out of Xaing saw that Sumire had cut her hand, blood dripping to the floor. Her eyes slowly moved from that to.. What were those things coming out of her eyes again? She'd forgotten but those tears made Xaing go mad.

{ "Useless... Useless useless horrible women...!! Do you wish to become ugly..?! Do you wish to make my daughter ugly and horrible as you are acting right now..? Is that was you want..?!" }

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{ "I don't wish to hurt you.. But you're simply making me...!!" }

Fear and anger struck through Xaing, her entire being went blank. Her expression changed from a non existent one to mixes of anger and fear. In the moments were Kyuufu said those things to her, made her feel small and terrible. She looked at Sumire she thought of herself. Why does she get to keep her child while she didn't? It wasn't fair.. She knew she could be bigger and stronger then Sumire. She wanted to make Sumire feel small because it wasn't fair for Xaing. At least in her eyes.

"..You... What are doing with your eyes... You filthy spoiled child... How disgusting..." She shouted loudly. She didn't care nor pay any attention to Sumire's bleeding hand.

"..Mother... Uu.. I am bleeding look..." Sumire tried to show Xaing her bleeding hand still dripping. "I was cutting something... Why does this hurt... Mother..." She sobbed more. Xaing smacked her hand away from her Sumire made a little yap. "..Ouch...!"

"Don't put that disgusting hand in my face...! Do you wish to infect me to..?! You selfish girl.. Crying now..? Do you wish to become ugly and deformed...?! Is that what you want...?!" She grabbed Sumire's wrist.

"..Mother... But I am bleeding.. It hurts... Please let go of me.. You are hurting.. me... You're scaring me mother... Uuu..." She sobbed more. Xaing still didn't care, nothing around her felt real. Only the tears falling from Sumire's eyes. Those ugly green eyes.

"Scaring you..? Scaring you...?! I should be the one who's scared here...! Do you know what your father will do to me if he see's you like this..? He will hurt me.. Do you want me to be hurt...?! Do you want to see that Sumire....?! DO YOU..?!" Xaing hit Sumire. Not hard but hard enough for it to hurt the 5yr old.

"Uwahh...!! N-no... No mother I do not wish to see you hurt.. Not at all.. But I want you to help me... Please stop... Stop it mother.. You're acting like..." She didn't finish. She didn't know what. But that only made Xaing even angrier.

"Like what..? What..?! Tell me child...!!" Sumire didn't respond, she was still in shock from the slap. "Oh.. Playing silent treatment are we..? Fine.. Play it that way... I remind you of a monster don't I..? I see it in your eyes..."

"Sumire.. I'll show you a monster.. I'll show you what a rotten and horribly and ugly monster looks like.. Since you asked..." Xaing's tone of voice was low and quiet.

"..No mother no.. I do not think that... Mother...!" Sumire begged her mother. She was scared.

"You damn child... You deserve this.. You think I'm a monster Sumire I'll show you a monster...!!" Xaing grabbed Sumire by her hair. She made sure she grabbed it hard. Her daughters screams and shouts for her to stop slowly got quiet to her. She couldn't hear it.

She'd made it to a tiny cubby. She unlocked it opening it trying to forcefully put Sumire in there. After some struggle, she just kicked her in there. She put her hand on her shoulder to hold her back slammed the door and locked it.

"You are just like your father..." She walked off. The sounds of scratching and banging and Sumire screaming weren't there, so loud that the house could have broke down piece by piece. But Xaing refused to hear them. She didn't want to because that meant she'd be slowly digging up her own inner child. She didn't want that.

She left Sumire in there in one day. And didn't care.

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"Oh Chen.. My darling Chen.. Come sit with me." Xaing looked at Chen, her hand out ordering him to come sit with her. He was the only one of her children she truly liked, no really loved.

"Mother.. You seem tipsy. How about.. We go to bed it's getting late. Come on lets go.." Chen told her, he didn't like seeing his mother so depressed while drinking on the porch. It made him sad and.. Brought back some unhappy memories.

"He used me you know.. I was used and he threw me right out.. He took me away from Chun... Those other children and him are so selfish... They hate Chen.. But not you.. My golden child.." She murmured sadly.

"I know mother.. But.. It's getting late and you're.. Drinking too much, if you won't go to sleep then at least have some water and stop drinking the wine. It can give you a bad headache." Chen took away the wine glass, holding onto his mother. He placed it onto the table.

"Don't you understand Chen.. I want my Chun.. I don't ask for anything else... Chun... One day he'll come and take me away from this place.. He'll take me away.. I'll bring you with me okay..?" although Xaing couldn't see his face as it was on her head, he held a sad look. He held her so tightly. "I miss him... Sniff.. Uu.." Right he'd come for her take away the pain of this place.

If only that were true. But he isn't here in the same world as her now. But she doesn't need to know that.

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I found out Sumire was sent away. To live with a group vampires to get feast upon and marry one of them. 'Her purpose' is what he said. That child had only one purpose and that purpose her meaning was fucking up me. She ruined me and crushed me bit by bit. I hate that child I'm glad she'll maybe die there. This time I didn't get my hopes up he was never going to let me go.

Even after I've done what I needed to do for him. I'm still forced to sit here and watch these terrible children trapped in this big home that seems so small. Like I said, not only him but all them haunt me and eat me alive. All 15 of those demons drag me deeper into the swamp it's in my mouth and I choke. I hate them there's a burning fire passion that despises them. In a way though, they are what keeps me alive in the worst way possible. The longer I live the more that child want's to come out..

It's not fair I am a child.

What child? Maybe the child has always been gone, wanting life to be fair in a after world. Every kid says 'life isn't fair' trust me I've heard it all. But this.. This really isn't fair.

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"Chun.. Come find me.. Please... Dig me out..." I curled up in a ball. I'm 52 now. Nothing is real anymore. I can't breath my source of breath now is making my children sad scared.

I hear crying. I look beside me and there is a child. Curled up the same as me hair down messy and naked, "Stupid child..." I got up, turned the child around her eyes were grey. "Sniff.. Who are you.. Where Chun...?"

I was surprised, I didn't answer I simply walked off I grabbed something sharp. This was a hallucination I wanted it to go away. I didn't want to get reminded about everything. This swamp is started to get comforting. I like that I can make them feel small. "..Chun... Kuh.. Can we look for Chun...? I want my mother..." Don't remind me of them. He's gone somewhere else married maybe. I don't want to think of that fact. And she's probably the same weak old women. Go away.

"It's not fair.. I am a child...---" I killed her. She's gone back buried underneath me. She'll come back asking again. But I've gotten stronger and prepared. I'll kill her again. Tears fall down my face, but I don't notice I pretend not to.

I will hear my mother sing again in a field. Father will stand next to me again in silence. Somewhere Chun and I will hug again. And he will finally get that kiss he asked me for before he left my house.

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