#it's wild how close the two series hover and they barely intersect

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 15 - Trash

(Chikyuu wa mawari hi wa nobori)

Alt title is from 24-Hour Cinderella

Majima gets stuck in a trash can. Help comes from a really weird place.

(no spoilers!)

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Oh, god damn it.

Majima wriggles around where he is. Or at least, attempts to wriggle. He can’t really move much. His legs are bent up over his head, and his arms are wedged… somewhere, he isn’t sure where. He can feel his tanto poking him in the side. He’s been in more uncomfortable positions, but this is just embarrassing, even for Goro Majima standards. 

Part of him wonders why he’s even in this thing in the first place. He initially thought of climbing in here to surprise Saejima into a fight or scare the shit out of a family member of the clan, but now his brain is running too fast for his liking and he can’t focus on anything concrete. His feet are probably about 2 inches from his ass, his hand is bent backwards, and he is really glad he can’t see himself right now.

Light creeps through at him, and Majima shuts his eye, anticipating something really gross being thrown onto his face. But nothing happens.

“Can I help you?”

Majima opens his eye and looks up at the source of the noise. There's someone looking back at him.

Ok, maybe this is actually worse.

The man looking at him looks decently young, at least compared to Majima. His black hair styled in a really messy part frames his brown eyes and sharp features. From his weird angle, Majima could see he was wearing a white shirt and a slick black leather jacket that was open at the front. The look he was giving him was one of both confusion and wariness. Ya know, now that I think about it, the view could be worse. Majima thinks to himself.

“So uh… Why the hell are you in a trash can?”

“Haw?” Majima makes the only sound that comes to mind. Great, not only is cutie over here staring at me like I did somethin wrong, he’s askin me why I got myself stuck???

“Listen. I don’t wanna go into it. Can ya… help?” Majima manages to get some words out, moving the trash can around as much as he’s able to.

“Uh… sure. What do you need me to do?”

“Hmmm….” the younger man’s brow creases, while Majima decides a bit of sleuthing is what he deserved right now. However, he could barely tell what this guy even did for a living. At least, he looked like a civilian, from what he could see. But in his eyes, Majima could sense this guy had seen some shit.

Majima ponders the question for a second. How the hell was he going to get out of here? He tries to consider his positioning to no avail.

“I can’t really see myself right now… what looks best?”

“This might work… I just hope I’m strong enough.”

Majima feels the sensation of being lifted into the air, and then begins to tilt. This lasts for a few seconds before he hears “Woah oh!” and he unceremoniously falls onto his side.

“Augh!” Majima cries out, as something hits him straight in the ass. He’s unsure if it’s his foot, or something in the trash can he forgot to move, or what. This is not a good day.

“Shit, sorry. Here, hold on.”

He feels the trash can stop rolling, then he’s tilted once again. His feet find purchase on concrete. I guess they weren't near my ass...but then what was? 

“Do you think that’ll help?” the guy's voice is a bit more muffled than before, distracting Majima from his ass.

Somehow, his feet being level does make Majima feel like he’s more in control. It's a bit darker, but the situation feels a bit more manageable now that there's only 2 compromised limbs.

“Wait, lemme see…”

Majima contorts his arm, and gets it shoved between his legs. Maybe not the best position, but it’s not as tight. He moves his other arm flat against his back.

“Can ya lift this thing offa me?”

“Yeah, here.” Majima feels his prison begin to slowly rise off of him. Majima rises along with it, slowly moving his body to be upright. His arms move to the top of the can, and assists in pushing the can off fully.

“Phew! Freedom at last. Thank ya…”

Majima’s words trail off as he finally gets a full glance at his helper. His slim, athletic build is something Majima wishes he could have. Part of him wants to see him in a fight, but the last thing he needed to do was weird out a guy who saw it in good conscience to help. 

Damn, he really is cute. Not my type, necessarily, but wow.

“What’s yer name, kid?”

“Yagami. I’m a detective.”

For some reason, the name turns a cog in Majima’s brain, but he’s not sure from where. Maybe the news? Someone in the clan? He ignores it for now

“Well, Yagami-kun, thanks for the help. Ya didn’t need to do somethin like that.”

“Nonsense. Part of my job is to help others, and help those who get overlooked by the law. You’re no exception.”

Majima is about to open his mouth to ask how Yagami realized he was a yakuza, but then remembers both his appearance and the Tojo crest make him easily stick out. At the same time, Yagami’s words strike a chord within him, and he feels his heart both sink with grief and rise with hope.

“The Tojo Clan isn’t that scary to me. Even if you’re unrelated, I want to help when I can.”

“When’d ya get so sentimental, Yagami-kun?”

“Honestly?” Yagami looks off into the distance. “I’m not so sure.”

“Well…” Majima lets his softer tone kick in, “I’ma bit more at peace, now I know that there are more people like ya within this world. Makes life worth living, ya know?”

Yagami chuckles, a small redness flushing his cheeks, “Thank you…” he stares blankly at Majima.

“Majima.”

A smile graces Yagami’s face, and Majima finds it so hard not to see a resemblance to someone else. “Thank you, Majima-san. That’s wonderful to hear. Take care.”

Yagami turns on his heel with a wave, and walks away. Majima watches him go. In the distance, he vaguely sees Yagami look at his phone, and then sprint into the city. 

Wonder what got the guy so worked up? Majima ponders, then shrugs his shoulders, puts the trash can back in place, and wanders away.

Yagami, a local detective? Hm… I’ll keep the guy in mind.

[miraculouskpop]

MKP Series | Ladybug and Wolf

Chapter VI: BY THE POWER OF RAAAAH 

The two newly appointed heroes ended their pointless bickering a few minutes ago. It seemed like nothing had changed much, and the night sky appeared calm as ever. However, energy lurched inside their bones for something... more, something to stimulate their profound senses. Like, beating up villains! Well, there's suppose to be villains...

Wolf crinkled his nose, "Something smells funny." He said, growing rather tense.

"What do you mean?"

"Fools!" What was that?! The two looked up...

A wild Suga appears! ♦

Ladybug raised an eyebrow, "Well, that was quick." She stated.

A stranger hovered above the city with a sinister cackle. He seemed cloaked in blue bed sheets as he continued to screech in amusement, "My name is Suga Night! I will destroy everyone who stands in the way of my sleep! Because of your insolent rudeness, everyone will suffer...!" The shining moonlight gradually grew darker as the young man grew intensely brighter. Citizens from the active streets below noticed the stranger from above, and hysteria followed rapidly. Damn it! Already?! What are they suppose to do? It's not like they exactly know how to use their powers...

Amber! There's no time to waste. People are immediately in danger and it's up to both of you to stop it!

Gee, it would be convenient if I knew what to do! "Wolf!" Ladybug shouted to the stranger, "We have to-"

"Yeah, I got it already. Defeat the guy, and uh, save people. My furball already sprouted it. Let's go!" Gee, didn't have to sound like a know-it-all... Ladybug shook her head as she jumped off the roof following the teenager. She can hear the screams of innocent civilians running for theirs lives, and others, well, decided to Snapchat the entire scenario. This Suga Night, or whatever, didn't seem that intimidating, "What is this?" Ladybug scoffed at this so-called, "villain" or whatever. It looks like a freaking dude in bedsheets attacking people with pillows...

"This will certainly be a piece of cake." Wolf snickered.

"Fools! Do not underestimate my sleeping abilities. I will annihilate anyone who stand in my way!" Suddenly, the ground began to quiver and crumble, and a huge teddybear burst from the intersection! Screams of terror from many caused Suga Night to laugh, "Now sleep!" Hands thrusted out from his cloaked bedsheets, ghostly shadows shot out to capture the people, and thud! Dozens fell to the ground motionless. "Gather them, my teddy!" The ten foot teddybear appeared rather frightening with its broken button eyes and torn stitches opened its mouth and sucked up all the unconscious humans into its stomach. 

...Uh...

"This is going to be a lot harder than we thought..." Ladybug sweatdropped.

"Well, practice makes perfection, right? Let's test this little boy out with our stuff!" Before Wolf prepared to take off, Ladybug snatched him by the arm. "Hang on pup, it's not so simple. We gotta find a weak spot." There must be something that could hinder Suga Night. If she remembers correctly, Tikki did mention akumas and objects... But what exactly?

"How are we going to find his weak spot if we don't immediately attack him?!" Wolf ripped his arm away from Ladybug and snarled, "Don't get in my way!" He bared his sharp fangs with his topaz eyes searing into her soul.

"Hey! We're suppose to work together!" Ladybug snapped.

"Not gonna happened with a slow poke like you!" And Wolf lunged at the bedsheet man. "Take this!" Wolf tried to strike at Suga Night, but the bedsheet man suddenly disappeared. "Huh?" Wolf blinked, and then found himself flown against a wall, crashing through the bricks with a high pitch yelp. Police cars were at every corner with men trembling with their guns at the bedsheet man. Ladybug chewed her lip as she tried to think of something to stop this brewing chaos. She needed to think of something, and fast, or else this would be one big mess they may not be able to handle...

Can I even handle this? Her first night, and people already getting eaten and her partner being a pissy lone wolf (no pun intended). Is she even cut out for the job?

It's okay. You can do this.

Ladybug released a sigh. She can do this.

Akuma plus object means something, right? "What would be special...?" It can't be the teddybear, and... Totally not the bedsheets. It has to relate to his sleep, right? Ladybug peered at Suge Night and noticed something.

Headphones.

It seemed to glow an eerie purple color with dark aura surrounding it. "That's it..." Ladybug grinned. That must be his weak spot! Ladybug glanced over her shoulder to find Wolf still residing in the broken bricks, and sighed. She leaped over to the building with ease before resting beside him, "Wolf, are you alright?" She can see Wolf with clarity now. Platinum blond bangs covering his dark grey mask as he eyes remained scrunched, moaning in what seems to be agony. The heroine propped Wolf in sitting position and pulled his hoodie back, allowing his silver tufts for wolf ears to twitch freely.

"Wow, are these actually real?" Ladybug couldn't help her curiosity, and snagged one of his ears.

"Ouch!" Wolf cried out. He proceeded to smack her hand away, "They're sensitive! Don't touch them." He glared.

"Geeze, sorry." Ladybug shrugged, "You alright?"

"Yeah. That crash took a lot out of me, though." He grumbled.

"Well, you deserved it for not listening..."

"Whatever."

Ladybug shook her head, "We don't have time for this! There are more innocent people getting swallowed up by a giant teddybear and Suga Night is terrorizing the entire town! I've found out he's wearing headphones that's been akumatized. I think that's what's possessing him to be evil. We gotta get those headphones away from him."

"But how? He's not the weakest if I must say..." Wolf groaned as he carefully stood. Ladybug frowned, "Honestly, I'm not sure. What all powers do you have?"

"...I uh, I dunno yet."

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" Ladybug laughed. Great! Just great! Now everyone will probably die and the entire world will be taken over by a freaking dude cloaked in bedsheets! "Hey! I don't see you knowing anything! Why don't you just ask your kwami whatever?" Ugh, dealing with an annoying, sassy wolf boy who thinks he's oh so powerful just because he got freaking non-human powers. Like, give her a break...

"Fine." Ladybug rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Tikki, what powers do I have?

Lucky Charm's a start. Use your yo-yo.

Ladybug blinked, "... Huh, okay then." She said.

"What did it say?" Wolf seemed awfully curious when Ladybug pulled out her yo-yo.

"Lucky Charm!" Ladybug tossed her yo-yo into the air with vigorous energy and a spark of colorful red flashed into... An ipod? The floating object plopped into her hand, and the duo simply stared at it. "What am I suppose to do with this?" Ladybug asked. An explosion rattled their ears and the heroes looked up. "Oh boy... This is definitely not good." Wolf muttered.

Suga Night's teddybear grew five feet taller than before with helicopters surrounding the villain. "You'll never take me alive you fools! You'll all go into deep sleep...!"

"Wolf, let's put aside our differences and not argue. This is serious, so follow my lead, okay?"

The wolf boy grumbled somewhat, but eventually he nodded with a pout. Ladybug hopped through the rubble and managed her way on top of a roof outskirt, "Hey Suga Night!" Ladybug began to wave in front of the cloaked young man, "I have something important for you!" The girl held out the ipod, and the young paused in his destructrion. "My... Ipod...?" Everything seemed to pause, as if time went eeriely still. Uh, was this a good idea?

And then, then male became absolutely enraged.

"SO YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOOK IT!? HYYAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!" The ground shooked, cracked, and sunken into a massive hole as Suga Night did a kamehameha to another level. "I'LL END YOUR LIFE!" Ladybug dodged Suga Night's abrupt attack with a squeak, nearly getting obliterated within the process. She continued to dodge the man's attacks with diligent effort as she tossed the ipod to Wolf, "Distract him!" She yelled. Suga Night flew towards Wolf with lightening speed, and even Wolf himself found it difficult to avoid the attacks.

"What?! I'll get killed!" Wolf backflipped a few times, surprising himself that he was able to do so easily. He didn't have much time to dwell on his surprising moves when getting blasted with razor sharp pillows, however. It was getting too close for comfort, and incredibly deadly for any confidence. Ladybug was distracting that huge creepy teddy with helicopters flopping around with their loud ass wings and people are still being stupid recording with their phones while knowingly threatening their safety...

"YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!" Suga Night is getting closer. If he gets captured, then that's it for him.

"Aerial whirlwind!" A huge blast of air blew the poor angry man back a good amount of feet. Wolf seemed stunned at what happened, realizing it was his power that did such thing. 

Woah.

"Hey bug! Are you still playing cat dog?" As soon Suga Night hit the ground he came back faster than ever.

"I have an idea! Trust me!" Ladybug swung across the freakishly large teddybear's legs a few times, by the end tightening her yo-yo string around it. The teddybear made its move towards her, but with swift ease Ladybug swooped under its legs, "Wolf! Toss the ipod to me!" The wolf boy immediately did so, and Ladybug caught it with ease. Suga Night flew toward the ladybug in fury, "I'll destroy you for even considering stealing my stuff!" He hissed.

"Not if you're held down, you're not!" The heroine pushed the stumbling bear to its knees, watching the fall from its tangled net. "Wha-?" The humongous bear eventually fell on top of Suga Night's body, restricting him from any movement. "Curse you!" He tried to move, but it was useless. Ladybug's yo-yo unraveled itself, and the girl swooped up her weapon before returning to the culprit.

"I'll be taking that." Ladybug snatched the headphones from Suga Night's grasp, "No!" He exclaimed. So this must be the reason behind this evil drama...

"Yup." Ladybug ripped the headphones apart and observed the dark energy fading away. However, a dark purple butterfly ejected out of the headphones with strong evilness following it. It felt tangible and potent, and Ladybug somehow knew what to do... "It's time to de-evilize!" Words fell out of her mouth before Ladybug truly understood what happened, and her ladybug yo-yo opened its wings. With a few twirls, Ladybug swung her yo-yo towards the dark butterfly, watching it capture the insect and slowly purify. Ladybug held the yo-yo close and release the insect filled with purity and lightness, "Bye bye little butterfly." She smiled.

The evil Suga Night was no more, and merely returned to a simple young man with pajamas and a bed cover, "Ugh.... What happened...?" The male groaned.

"Let's just say... You were really upset with lack of sleeping music." Ladybug chuckled.

"Ladybug!" Wolf skid to a stop when finding Ladybug and Suga Night at a standstill. "How are you not dead yet?"

"It's called being smart. Think creative, you get a variety of results." They did it... They defeated their first villain! Well, to be honest, she did, but that's another story...

"Yeah, but... What are we going to do about all this?" Wolf pointed at the devastation that nearly wiped out the center of Seoul.

Ladybug's grin grew cocky, "Don't worry bro, I got this. Miraculous Ladybug!" She tossed her yo-yo into the air, and magic happened. All the chaos, the devastation that destroyed nearly half of the city disappeared, as if none of the disasters ever occurred. The humans that once resided in the belly of the stuffed animal returned to normal, almost in a daze.

"Hey! They saved us!"

"They did?!"

"How was it possible?"

Ladybug became flustered over the attention. Wolf on the other hand was swimming in selfies from attractive girls. 

Guess saving the day wasn't too bad.

Or rather, saving the Suga night.

[ellipsesarefun]

A/N: for @cosmicdusttrails​!!!!!!!! hope you enjoy this piece!!!! :D

It's ten minutes to four in the afternoon and the classroom is already empty when Lance finishes his advice (if you call his stupid goofy face and being in too close to someone else's space the summary of his own guide to charming people). Goofball and all that she adores about him, Pidge should have bought those cheap earplugs during her and Lance’s grocery day the week before.  

"And that concludes my TED Talk. Thank you for listening." Lance says as the four of them saunter through the hallway, giving an overly dramatic bow for effect. Pidge glances up to the two of them and then turns to share her exasperation with Keith. They both shake their heads and sigh before Keith chiming in with a, "You do know that being yourself is important, right? Hunk can say to Shay whatever he wants." Pidge nods along to his words and darts her gaze back at Lance. The said person narrows his cerulean eyes at them.

"And what do you know about romance, hm, Keith?" Lance retorts as he crosses his arms over his chest and careens his head away from them. Pidge barely stops herself from rolling her eyes. She hopes her boyfriend doesn’t instigate any further argument from mullet of a loner, lest they’ll be standing around for the rest of the day.  

"Obviously more than you, seeing as he's in a blooming romantic relationship with a wonderful charming guy." Her lips curve into a smirk when his nonchalant bravado falters with a mocking gasp. They pass through the school gates and they pick up the conversation once more.

"Shiro doesn't count!" Lance says, waving his arms around, "Shiro's Shiro!" The other three all grace him with deadpanned expressions and he ignores them, adding with his ridiculous puppy pout, "And what about me? Back me up Pidge! You’re my girlfriend!" He exclaims. He keeps that utterly stupid puppy pout with added emphasis. Both of them know by now her weakness to it (and she absolutely hates it).

“Boyfriend or no, Lance, you’re a goofball.” She says, laughing, “You can’t even stay put during that one TED Talk seminar a month ago and you couldn't keep your eyes open through the second one!”

"But you love me anyway." He teases, his capricious gaze unrelenting. She doesn't fight the roll in her eyes but the growing smile on her face tells them all that she's smitten.

"Goofball." Not even a comeback but a reply no less. He only laughs.

"But I'm your Goofball." He bumps his elbow against hers and she does the same with unwavering euphoria.

"That doesn't make any sense at all." Keith says and she suddenly she regrets forgetting that he and Hunk are still with them. If she could just drench those beautiful ocean eyes and goofy grin in acid rain, then maybe Lance wouldn't be this distracting.

"And also, it's obvious that Shay likes Hunk too." Pidge remarks, making sure Lance hangs on to her every word, "So even if he were to say something as disgusting as those rare and wild arthropods in some unknown island or talk science then yes. She'll like him anyway." And that is the inevitable, undeniable, and absolute truth. Hunk and Shay are lucky to have each other.

She glances off to the impending sunset, of watercolor-like sky fading from blue to still light scattered blots of red and orange. She immerses herself in the swirl of vorfreude of a certain tall, lanky someone with a wonderful handsome grin and cuddle sessions while playing video games until the dreadful 4am hour. She looks back at the road ahead of them and saves the thought for later.

They finally met an intersecting road and they all bid each other goodbyes. Both Hunk and Keith part ways, Keith at the apartment building at the end of the intersection and Hunk at the far left. Lance and Pidge link arms with laced hands as they cross the pedestrian lane of an empty street.

Two years ago, at the start of their college freshman term, she would have blanched at the mere notion of them sharing the same apartment unit. They were mutual friends of Hunk and Allura. They had not been around the other in their high school years as much as they do right now, not to mention that awkward crush she had on Lance then.

It took a momentum of switching chores here and there; study sessions with a break hour of video games, squabbling over what to buy for their weekly grocery shopping to become more than acquainted to their living arrangements. A confession and three dates later, Pidge realized that nothing much has changed. Sure, they’ve developed new set of habits, such as lounging around in only their shorts and underwear (sometimes it’s either of them and sometimes it’s both), have become familiar with each other’s random likes and dislikes, but there didn’t seem like some exponential difference, as though this has been designed long ago. As sappy it may seem (and she will never admit this out loud any time in five years), she and Lance seem to fit...

"Hey," Lance voice breaks her away from her reverie after a minute of walking , "How about for our anniversary dinner, I make some pasta and beer tonight?"

Pidge grins. "Sure, and I'll pick a series marathon?"

Lance flippantly waves a hand, "Psh, only if it's Voltron!" Their fingers tighten their hold and then the whole conversation shifts back to their own mundanity of homework, lab class gossip, and their friends. By the time they arrive at their apartment, she makes her way to her room while Lance heads to the kitchen to prepare their dinner.

From out her window, she lingers at the gleaming sunset, nostalgia creeping into her train of thought. She kneels beside her bed and slides out from under it a worn out shoe box tied in green ribbon and a lock. It's been quite a long time since she's added another missive. Just how many sunsets she's contemplated while writing one? Too many to count from the emotion it emanates. She had stopped on their first date, as they intended to be as a coven of clandestine confessions before they started out a romantic relationship. Still, it is strange to give them all to him at once and even stranger that she never did.

Pidge pulls out a key from her pillow and unlocks it. She reaches a hand to unwrap but hovers the moment she touches the fabric. It's already old and worn from the creases and not a single dust or cobweb in sight.

Maybe... It wouldn't be so bad to show him this. It's their anniversary after all.

She goes back out with the box in one arm and slowly saunters over to their small round dining table, where two sets of empty plates and utensils arranged parallel to each other along with a platter of rigatoni with sausage and fennel, and a small bowl of cheese sticks at the center. She finds him with two bottles of beer as she places the box on the table. His eyes flick towards the object in an unspoken question.

“Happy 2nd Anniversary, I guess?” She flashes a sheepish smile and a shrug. With the tip of her fingers, she slides it to his side of the table and watches as he takes a seat and unwraps the present slowly and delicately. He pulls the lid off, revealing several colorful stationary envelopes, each in meticulously tied in string and with his name written in neat cursive. He takes one with a trembling hand, shock eminent in his features.

“This is…” He trails off, noting the dates on each envelope “Were these…?”

“They were meant for you, before we got together, actually… At this hour or so, I’d take the time to write you a little something. I don’t do them every day, but it’s… a lot.” She looks down at her fiddling fingers, staring at the lines on her hand, “I never really gave them to you, did I?”

“You’re giving all to me now, that’s important.” He reaches for her hand and she follows with hers, lacing their fingers, “Thank you, Pidge.”

“No problem, Lance.” She says.

This is probably the sappiest she’ll ever get today but she doesn’t care. Seeing him like this is worth it.

[EXTRA]

“Wow… I had no idea you’re this sappy, Pidge. Where’d you get all these lines?”

“My brain, you goofball.”

“And you just had to write a letter in an old receipt? And your old notes? Really?”

“What? I thought it was an aesthetic thing or something?”

“….you were just lazy, weren’t you?”

“Yea… ran out of fancy stationary so I had to make do.”

“yea, but you could’ve chosen something that doesn’t have numbers in it…”

“Like I said, aesthetic.”