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Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 9 - To Beyond (Part 2)

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There was a huge upheaval in the Leg 2 of Flowers.

Rikudou and Bousou were in the lead. Those two schools were being furiously pursued by Manaka University, which relayed their sash in ninth place at the Tsurumi relay station. Yokohama University, which had been in second place at Tsurumi, had dropped significantly in the rankings in the opposite direction.

The lead group, which had become a three-way struggle, was in a dead heat clash of willpower and spirit. But even in the lower-ranked group, there were developments one couldn’t take their eyes off.

Jounan Bunka University, which had been in eighteenth place at the Tsurumi relay station, was running at a pace that was close to the leg record. Naturally, the schools running in front of and behind Jounan Bunka were also maintaining a high pace in order to not be overtaken or lag behind.

Musa, who had left Tsurumi at the tail end of the race, was hot on the heels of Doujidou and Jounan Bunka and on the verge of running side-by-side with them. A student staff member was standing on the roadside, holding up a placard that read “one kilometer.” Musa checked his watch; he had completed the first kilometer in two minutes and forty-eight seconds.

It would be impossible to run the entire twenty-three kilometer leg at this pace. It was obvious that the second half would be difficult, but there was no way he could improve his ranking if he faltered here. Musa overtook Teitou University and was a little behind Doujidou and Jounan Bunka. The gap between Musa and Teitou, which had been seventy meters at Tsurumi, was reduced in an instant.

The roadside was crowded with people. So this is what “a mountain of people” is, Musa thought. People holding the small flags distributed by the co-sponsoring newspapers lined the sidewalks in every direction. Everyone had cheerful expressions on their faces as they cheered on the runners who passed by in a flash. The excitement of the qualifiers and the Ageo City Half Marathon were incomparable to this.

This was the Hakone Ekiden. Furthermore, he was running in the ace’s leg.

Musa was happy. He wasn’t born in this country, and there were people who didn’t welcome him. He knew that. But, at this moment, what a free and equal place I am in! I'm sharing the same time and space as the runners running alongside me and the leaders so far ahead I cannot even see them.

They had been practicing and practicing, transforming their bodies into bodies for running, and now they felt the same wind on their skins.

What Fujioka had said was correct—as a foreign student in the Faculty of Science and Engineering, he would never have been able to experience such excitement and unity. Only those who had faced running in earnest could feel the buzz of boiling blood.

The cheers became noticeably louder, and Musa finally realized that he had passed in front of Yokohama Station. It was the 8.3 kilometer point. When had he run this far? The elevated tracks of the Third Keihin Line curved away to his right overhead. Pale sunlight descended from the cleared sky. Musa continued to run with Jounan Bunka and Doujidou on the road surface that was beginning to dry.

As Musa got into the rhythm of the race, both the fact that the landlord had told him “slow your pace” at the five kilometer point and that the tough spot of the second leg—Gontazaka—was ahead of him completely slipped from his mind.

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“He’s going too fast.”

Kiyose pulled the radio earphones out of his ears and called the landlord.

“Yes, this is the coach car.”

“Did you make sure to tell Musa at five kilometers?”

“Don’t sound so scary, Haiji. I told him, I told him. But he didn’t listen, so what can I do?”

“At the ten-kilometer mark, call out to him to hold himself back again.”

After hanging up the phone, Kiyose rested his head against the hard back of his seat. He furrowed his brow, closed his eyes tightly, and sighed.

“He's been completely swallowed up by the atmosphere.”

Kakeru put his hand on the back of the seat and stooped a little to take in the scenery passing by outside the window.

“It’s a good thing there’s no wind today. I still can’t see the sea.”

He saw Kiyose open his eyes and look up at him as though to say, “What are you being so carefree about?”

“I’m sure Musa-san will notice before it’s too late. Let’s believe in him,” Kakeru said, still looking out the window. Kiyose put an earphone into his ear again.

“We can only hope so,” he muttered.

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Of the ten legs of the Hakone Ekiden, the second leg, which ran from Tsurumi to Totsuka, was the longest at twenty-three kilometers.

Moreover, after fourteen kilometers, there was a 1.5 kilometer uphill slope, Gontazaka, ahead. There were small ups and downs even after overcoming the slope, and in the last three kilometers after the twenty-kilometer mark, there was another uphill.

With a distance of twenty-three kilometers and plenty of ups and downs towards the end, the course was both difficult and flashy enough to be described as the “leg of flowers.” In addition to overall running ability, runners were required to have strong mental strength and persistence to overcome pressure and pain, and they also needed to have a clever mind to read the race development and the dexterity to change their running style according to the ups and downs of the course.

Musa ran in a steady rhythm on the relatively flat road to Yokohama Station. He charged onto Gontazaka with that momentum and four seconds into the ascent, he realized, “Oh, it’s Gontazaka.” His legs no longer moved forward, as though weights had been attached to them.

The gap between him and the Jounan Bunka and Doujidou runners, who he had been running alongside, was getting wider and wider. Musa rushed to keep up with them, but realized it was impossible.

What was I doing? Musa finally became aware of the cold wind hitting his face. The tight-fitting arm covers had absorbed his sweat and were now damp.

It seems like the blood was rushing to my head. Musa’s surroundings flowed into his eyes and ears, like the wind blowing through a room and shaking the curtains through an open window. Small stores lined up one after another along Route 1; loud cheers from the spectators forming an uninterrupted wall; it was a peaceful New Year’s scene in the suburbs.

Didn’t I watch the TV with Kakeru at the Tsurumi relay station? Eleven of the runners in the second leg have a time of about twenty-eight minutes for ten-thousand meters, and the same goes for Jounan Bunka and Doujidou. Even if I tried to keep up with those two outright, I would only destroy myself.

What’s the fun in a competition where it’s easy to guess the outcome based on the athletes’ times, the twins had said. But that’s not true, Musa thought. Even if the difference in ability can be easily clarified by the simple numerical value of time, this isn’t a track event; it’s an ekiden. I’m running now because I was handed the sash and I need to pass it off to the next person. It’s not like the ten-thousand meter where we all start running on a flat track—this undulating twenty-three kilometers is only a tenth of the distance from Tokyo to Hakone. It’s only a small part of the huge race that’s put together by ten people.

The second leg is just the prologue, something from which one can derive the unknown development of the race in the future. I should not be overwhelmed, but rather run in a way that’s appropriate for the prologue; in other words, I should run calmly and steadily to improve our ranking as much as possible. Even if I cannot match their speed, I should read the race carefully and look for an opportunity.

First of all, let’s get some water at the fifteen-kilometer point, Musa thought. He had expected it to be chilly, but he had been running at a fast pace and sweating quite a bit. And then…that’s right. Musa remembered the warning Kiyose had given him.

“On the descent of Gontazaka, be careful. On the way up, if you’ve been running well up to that point, you should be able to keep the rhythm going, but that doesn’t mean you should rush down the slope, because you’ll definitely fall down. On the descent, you need to hold back a little to conserve your stamina. The real battleground of the second leg is the uphill slope in the last three kilometers. Control yourself and keep chasing until that point.”

Understood, Haiji-san. Musa nodded to himself and silently ascended Gontazaka. The highest point of Gontazaka was fifty-six meters above sea level. In front of Yokohama Station, it was 2.5 meters, so they would have to run up more than fifty meters in one go.

Just before the highest point was the fifteen-kilometer mark. A member of the short-distance team, wearing a Kansei jersey and a water supply bib, held out a drink bottle provided by the tournament to Musa.

“You’re in eighteenth right now. There are seven people huddled together in front of you. You can make it.”

In the short time they were running together, he was able to convey the information quickly and efficiently. Musa nodded and slowly rehydrated himself, holding the water in his mouth. He drank just enough to keep his stomach from getting too heavy and then tossed the bottle to the side of the road.

He was in eighteenth, which meant that he had already passed another team besides Teitou while he had lost himself in running. The water supplier said there were seven people in a huddle, but two of them were probably Jounan Bunka and Doujidou—those two would probably go further ahead. He wondered which teams the other five were from.

Taking advantage of the gentle descent of Gontazaka, Musa looked ahead. A broadcast van was following the Doujidou runner, who was spurting ahead, in order to capture him on camera. The coach cars for each school were also hurrying ahead to give instructions at the fifteen-kilometer mark. The cars were in the way, so he couldn’t get a good look, but it seemed that several people were competing with each other.

Musa moved a little closer to the center line and took an angle. From the other side of the cars, he could see the green and white vertically-striped uniform of Eurasia University.

Eurasia? I believe they left the Tsurumi relay station in fourth place.

It was only then that Musa realized that there had been a major upheaval in the rankings.

The fact that Eurasia's runner was so far back was a sign that he wasn’t in a comfortable position. Maybe he was sick, maybe he wasn’t feeling well, or maybe he couldn’t get into a rhythm.

The broadcast van was getting further and further away; Doujidou and Jounan Bunka must have broken away from the group. Musa decided that it was possible to catch up with the remaining five. It was possible to overtake them. Let’s not rush and close the distance little by little.

From the coach’s car behind him, he could hear the hoarse voice of the landlord.

“Musa! I hope you’re not snorting and shrivelling up your balls like an excited racehorse!”

The voice over the speaker stopped for a while—it seemed that he had been given a warning by the watchman in the car. With a cough, the landlord spoke again.

“You remember what Haiji warned you about, Musa-kun! If you do, do three somersaults on the spot!”

How is such a haphazard person our coach? Musa laughed. He felt his shoulders relax as he laughed, and his brain became calmer and clearer.

Musa lightly raised his right hand and sent an OK sign to the coach car.

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At the Totsuka relay station, Jouta and King were sitting on a plastic sheet, talking as they watched a portable TV.

“They barely show the lower ranked teams. I wonder if Musa’s doing okay.”

“It can’t be helped, there’s so much competition at the top.”

On the screen, Manaka University was finally starting to gain a wide lead on Rikudou and Bousou.

“But I’m sure Musa-san will be fine.”

Just then, the rankings at the fifteen-kilometer mark appeared on the screen; Kansei was in eighteenth place. Excluding the selection team, they were in seventeenth place. The camera switched to show the offense and defense of the lower teams. Musa was rapidly approaching the five runners ahead of him.

“There he goes!”

“Yes!”

Jouta and King happily shook hands.

“There’s no time to sit around, Jouta. Musa might be here pretty soon.”

“I think I should sit still before I run.” Jouta, who had finished his jog a long time ago, was doing stretches as he sat. “Anyways, King-senpai, how’s your job hunt going?”

“Why are you asking about that now?”

“If we don’t talk about something else, I’ll get nervous.”

“You know I get sweaty when it comes to this topic.” King got sulky, but his mission now was to keep Jouta’s mind at peace before he ran the third leg. He reluctantly answered, “I’m not doing anything. I don’t have time to look for a job with this life.”

“Huh, so what are you gonna do? You’re gonna be a jobless graduate?”

“I guess I have no choice but to stay another year.” King hugged his knees, sighed, and looked up at the sky. The blue winter sky was covered with thin white clouds. “I wonder if my parents will forgive me.”

His sighs spilled out and drifted slightly, melting into the air with the same texture as the clouds.

“Stay a year, stay a year.” Jouta sat grasping his knees as he rocked his upper body back and forth with his bottom as the fulcrum. “Then, let’s go to Hakone again next year.”

“Idiot, the year just started and you’re already talking about next year. I’m not doing it. I won’t be able to go look for a job again,” King dismissed Jouta’s suggestion at high speed and then suddenly shut his mouth. “…Are you going to participate next year too?”

“I am.” Jouta stood. “Of course I’m going to participate.”

Jouta’s eyes had a seriousness in them that had never been there before. He’s motivated. Feeling Jouta’s fighting spirit right before his turn, King was also inspired.

“Alright.” King also sat up from the plastic sheet and stretched out his knees. “Let’s do some dashes one last time.”

Jouta and King began to run back and forth through the crowded Totsuka relay station.

Musa was running the last three kilometers of the hellish ascent with nothing but his willpower.

He had overtaken Eurasia before the slope. Running alongside him was Tokyo Gakuin University, Akebono University, Kita Kantou University, and the runner from the selection team. He couldn’t catch sight of the runners ahead of him; he couldn’t tell if the distance was great or if he just couldn’t see them because of the competition vehicles and terrain.

For now, he had his hands full just watching the movements of the four running with him. They couldn’t afford to fall behind here. If possible, they wanted to put on a spurt, pull ahead of this group, and hand over the sash to the runner of the third leg; Musa could feel everyone thinking the same thing and planning their moves.

No one wanted to come this far and be the first to drop out of the group.

His physical and mental strength were at their limits, but his tenacity was enough to keep him going without dropping his speed.

The Totsuka relay station was midway up the slope. Five hundred more meters. The view to the left was blocked by a soundproof wall, but the crowd on the sidewalks told him that the relay station was close. Musa saw that the selection team runner, who was right in front of him, was sweating more than he was. All the runners were breathing hard. Of course, Musa was too.

He had to go right now. Musa passed the selection team runner and got to the front of the group. It was his final spurt, which he put on with all his might.

As long as I can get this sash to Jouta at the Totsuka relay station. I don’t care if I collapse and can't get up; my time was far from the record for this leg, but I’m running with all my strength. I’ll show this running to everyone, without crashing in the last few hundred meters.

His chin was up and his form was unbecoming of a long-distance runner, but he couldn’t care about his appearance. He could see the relay station. He could see Jouta slowly raising his arm. Musa bent forward and dashed. He wasn’t sure when he took it off, but the fist he held out to Jouta had Kansei’s sash in it.

“That was an ace’s run.”

Jouta slapped Musa’s arm twice with the hand that had received the sash. Musa could hear Jouta’s light footsteps as he ran off coming directly from the asphalt he had fainted on.

The next thing Musa knew, he was lying on top of a plastic sheet in what appeared to be the parking lot of a ramen shop and a used car dealership. The whole place was filled with the buzz of the race officials, the runners who had finished running, and their attendants. It seemed that he had only lost consciousness for a short time.

“Are you awake?” King’s tearful face filled his vision. “You’ve done well, Musa.”

Musa received his explanation and then took stock of the situation: Musa had won the final battle and arrived at the Totsuka relay station in thirteenth place. He overtook seven teams and ran twenty-three kilometers in one hour ten minutes and fourteen seconds. That was the twelfth fastest time among the twenty runners of the second leg.

Even though they had moved up to thirteenth place, they were twenty-seven seconds behind Shinsei University in twelfth place and only had a six second difference with Tokyo Gakuin University in fourteenth place. It was still a tricky position to be in, but thanks to Musa’s tenacity, there was still hope for Kansei.

“Jouta was so enthusiastic seeing you run.” King rubbed his nose, which was red from being outside all day.

I’m glad. I was able to run well.

Musa’s lips trembled and he nodded silently. If he said anything, the tears would overflow, pouring out of him along with the words.

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After arriving at JR Odawara Station, Kakeru and Kiyose walked through the station to transfer to the Hakone Tozan Railway.

“I see, understood. Good work.” Kiyose finished his conversation with King and snapped his phone shut. “He said Musa woke up immediately. The two of them will be heading to a hotel in Fujisawa.”

“Is that so.”

Kakeru was relieved. He had been worried ever since seeing Musa collapse at the Totsuka relay station on TV. King had seemed shaken as well and hadn’t answered his phone for a while even when they called him. Finally, King had called to report that Musa was okay.

“Shouldn’t we have called Jouta before he ran?”

They bought their tickets and went through the ticket gate. Kiyose checked the electronic bulletin board for the departure time of the train; the Odakyu line, which would take them to Hakone-Yumoto, seemed to be arriving in about ten minutes.

“The twins will be fine even if we leave them alone. They’re the type who would call themselves if they’re anxious.”

He has a point, Kakeru thought. They walked down the stairs side by side. On the platform, there were a few people wearing their best clothes.

“Putting that aside, the real problem here is Shindou’s condition.”

Before the train arrived, Kiyose began dialling a number on his phone. “Is that Yuki-san?” Kakeru asked, and Kiyose nodded. Then it seemed that Yuki picked up.

“It’s me,” he said. Kakeru reached for Kiyose’s phone from the side and pressed the button to switch it to speaker phone, thinking it was probably fine since they were in the middle of a crowd. Kiyose's head was tilted and Kakeru grabbed hand, changing the way the phone was held so it was right before their eyes.

“How’s Shindou’s condition?”

“I don’t know,” Yuki’s voice answered. “I can’t see his complexion, and he absolutely refuses to let me take his temperature. I guess it’s not good.”

“What do you mean you can’t see his complexion?” Kiyose’s eyebrows raised. “I do hope you’re attending Shindou.”

Yuki was supposed to be at the Odawara relay station with Shindou, who was running the fifth leg. Kiyose felt frustrated that he couldn’t go check on him even though he was so close.

“Shindou is next to me,” Yuki said. “But he's covered everything below his nose with a towel and he’s wearing masks on top of that. He’s wearing two masks: one’s for colds and the other’s for pollen allergies. I can’t even see his face, much less his complexion. Can you breathe, Shindou?”

Shindou had apparently put himself in full quarantine in order to not infect the attending Yuki with his cold. They heard Yuki handing over the phone.

“Hello.”

It was Shindou’s voice. It was a mumbling, unintelligible voice, like a kidnapper demanding ransom.

“How high’s your fever?”

Kiyose had cut straight to the point, but Shindou only answered, “It's not at all. I’m at the normal temperature.

“Kakeru is there, right?”

“Yes,” Kakeru said and took a step towards the phone.

“If you can, I want you to buy a mask on the way. I’ll leave the ones I’m wearing to Yuki-senpai.”

“If you have a normal temperature, then there’s no need to be so cautious,” Kiyose said.

“How did Haiji-san hear me?” The shock could be heard in Shindou’s voice. It’s the speaker phone, Kakeru explained in his mind.

“Got it. I’ll buy one, so don’t worry,” he answered out loud.

“Shindou, drink as much water as you can,” Kiyose instructed. “Even if you wet yourself while running, it’s better than being dehydrated.”

“I don’t want either of those things,” Shindou laughed, and then the call went dead.

“That’s a pretty useful function,” Kiyose said, staring at his phone. Kakeru turned off the speaker phone.

“Didn’t you know about it?” he asked.

“I never even noticed.”

Then what did you think that button was for? Kakeru cocked his head in puzzlement as he ran to the store on the platform. The train to Hakone-Yumoto arrived right as he returned to Kiyose after buying the mask.

Kiyose got onto the train, looking down slightly.

“It’s hard not to say, ‘You don’t have to force yourself to run.’”

Kakeru tucked the mask into his pocket and silently followed Kiyose.

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esselley · 4 years

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I saw your answer about Kazetsuyo and I agree with every description about Kakeru and Haiji as characters, Haiji is one of the best characters I've seen lately. The more time passed the more I came to love and appreciate the characters, the anime was so refreshing and beautiful. BTW it is based on a book by Shion Miura that I'm dying to read (though they made it much gayer in the anime, but I'm still into whatever kakehai dynamic) However, there isn't any English edition. So I'm still waiting..

Ah yes it is just one of the best shows out there, I love it so much! The novel is honestly still pretty gay, tbh - Miura is a BL manga fan and has actually published a collection of essays about yaoi so even though the book itself isnt outright romantic, I really don’t think she was oblivious to her own subtext! There are some INTENSE lines about what Kakeru and Haiji mean to each other and how they changed each other that made me super emotional, like, please look at this excerpt:

[“When you ran past me on the street that night,” Kiyose calmly spoke. “I thought to myself, there it is… I wanted to cry out, ‘That’s the shape of my dream right there!’ I chased after you on my bicycle, because I recognised that you were Kakeru Kurahara from Sendai Josei High School. I knew exactly who you were, yet I still did all I could to drag you into this.”

Why would you tell me this now?

To Kakeru, Kiyose’s candidness was both laughable and cruel.

Before, you said you called out to me because you thought I was running so freely and happily. You even told me you had no idea who I was… you could have just lied to me…

“Haiji…” Kakeru turned to Kiyose. “You gave me a place to belong to. You showed me the way to go. It was you who taught me to think about these things.”

The train had started to slow down again. They were almost at Yokohama station.

Kakeru got up and took Haiji’s arm, pulling him from his seat.

“I just want you to know, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me.”

Kakeru and Kiyose alighted at Yokohama station and headed for the east exit via the underground tunnel, squeezing together with the sea of people.

“Hey, Haiji…” Kakeru leaned in and whispered to Kiyose, as if sharing an important secret. “Tomorrow, let’s run and set the best record we’ve never achieved before.”

Whatever misunderstandings they have had in the past, or whatever truth had come to light… there is nothing that could happen from here on that would erase their feelings and the trust they have built between them.

No matter what demons lie ahead, they will not run away again, nor will they cower in fear.

The day where their dream has taken shape has come. The only thing left to do now is to run with all their heart.

“Yeah. Let’s do this, Kakeru.”

Eyeing each other, a gentle smile broke across their faces. And then, not knowing who had prompted it, the two sprinted down the road and ran towards their hotel.]

LIKE????????? i have goosebumps, it is so beautiful i cannot stand it T_T Excerpt is from this blog post here!

I’ve never found a full translation, but there are good ones on tumblr of important scenes, like that one, plus more context from the novel (Kakeru’s character is quite different in the novel as well and a lot of translators have really good notes on his character depth). There is the blog that excerpt came from and they work their way through many of the pivotal moments as well as this blog that has more in-depth translations of the first couple chapters!

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ephemeral-delights · 4 years

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KazeTsuyo Week - Day 3

@kazetsuyo2020

A/N: Dang it, I've been having writer's block. I'm sorry, it's slightly longer than before. (இдஇ; )

Day 3: Date

Ship: Kakeru x Haiji

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Wordcount: 689

"Come on, hurry up!" Haiji laughed, eyes twinkling. The rest of Chikusei-so watched the two leave, indulging Haiji with unnecessary dramatics. The twins were "bawling", lamenting about seeing the toilet in different light and other nonsense. Shindou was clutching a cookbook, waving sadly as if they were never going to see each other again. Musa was shedding tears, murmuring about some crush, the twins, and not having anyone to talk to.

"Maybe if you helped carry something, it wouldn't take this long. You know, the rest of you could help too." Kakeru grunted, giving everyone a glare. Haiji leaned out of the driver's seat, giving a merry shout, "You're almost there, keep it up!"

Putting the last of the luggage in the trunk, he opened the passenger seat door and the twins became a blob on the floor. Kakeru gave a small wave as Haiji started up the car.

For a few moments, they were just silent, enjoying the peacefulness around them. "You know, I'm surprised that we could do this." Kakeru broke the comfortable silence, looking out the window at the passing hills and the constant of the Tamagawa River. A smile slipped onto Haiji's face easily, "We're going on a date!"

"For 5 days," Kakeru questioned, "I'm not sure that's how it works."

"Hush! We can go on a date everyday. Now, don't distract me, I'm driving."

Kakeru pouted, "Fine." He leaned against the window, nodding off.

When he came to, the passing scenery outside had changed, the Tamagawa River was no more, replaced by rows of trees. "Wmhere?" His words slightly slurred from sleep. Haiji glanced at the raven-haired boy, a slight tiredness in his tone, "We're almost there, another ten more minutes." Kakeru sat up slowly, rubbing his sore neck. They seemed to be at some sort of mountain place, there had been a significant change in pressure.

Pulling to a stop, Kakeru got out first, opening the trunk. As he got out the bags, Haiji stretched his spine out, offering assistance as soon as he was done. "Let's get inside quickly! It's so cold out here." Exclaiming loudly, Haiji grabbed some of their bags and headed towards the brightly lit building. A clerk was typing away dutifully at the counter when they entered, he gave them a smile and Haiji checked them in.

He gave them instructions about how to find their booked cabin, keys and a map. "Left or right?" Haiji grinned, holding the map upside down on purpose. "Please don't tease me, Haiji. It's very cold out here."

Haiji had the nerve to pretend to be offended, "You were so much cuter when you weren't so snarky!" Kakeru gave him a blank stare before snatching the map and finding the way to their cabin.

When they found the cabin, Haiji fished out the keys and unlocked the door. They peeled off their jackets and Haiji started preparing dinner. Kakeru went to shower on Haiji's insistence.

The moment he came out from the shower, his nose was assaulted by the smell of delectable food. "That smells nice. What did you make?" Kakeru walked over earnestly, earning a heartwarming laugh from Haiji. "You can already guess. Curry!"

Chuckling, Kakeru moved towards the table, setting the bowls and plates down. "I like the wooden aesthetic of this place. How did you find this cabin?" Haiji beamed at him, "It's a secret! I thought you'd like it."

They ate, enjoying each other's company, and engaging in some small talk. After they finished dinner, Kakeru washed and cleaned the place up while Haiji went to go wash up.

It wasn't long before they were in bed, snuggling under the covers. Kakeru felt Haiji shift a little, "So, how was our date?" Kakeru was confused, "Huh?"

"Date 0." That was all Haiji said but Kakeru poked him.

"It can't be Date 0. We've been dating for so long already."

"T-that's not what I meant."

"Really? Because I think that it's probably day 100 already."

"You made that number up, didn't you?"

"Maybe, I want to sleep now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Kake-chan."

Just like that, both of them drifted off.

#KazeTsuyo2020 #kazetsuyo #kakeru x haiji #kakehai #mod flare

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dunk-that-touchdown · 5 years

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Hi! So I just saw your post for the guys from Run with the wind and I loved it! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but if so I would looovvveeee to see this same request but with the other guys! Maybe Haiji, Kakeru, and Prince or Nico?? Thanks! 🙏

Hope you don’t mind, but I only did Kakeru and Nico! I just don’t see Haiji being in a position where he is being teased since that mean a loss of control over his s/o and a situation and Haiji doesn’t lose control. As for not doing Prince, I just suck at writing for him so much, but still I hope you enjoy these!

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Kurahara Kakeru:

Each time your teeth sunk into your boyfriend’s neck, you relished in the sweet sounds he would make, the vibrations that emanated from his neck tickling your lips. You had been at this for quite some time now, littering his neck with different colors and shapes of love bites, ghosting kisses and small licks after each one formed. Seeing him with so many hickies made fire dance in your stomach, urging you to feed the more you decorated his neck.

However, as you enjoyed it, Kakeru was suffering. Limbs rendered useless under the attack of your lips against his neck and the weight of your lower body pressed so snuggly against his throbbing cock. He could have endured this had there been some sort of clothed barrier between you both, but all that kept you two separated was you and your teasing. Even though the slickness that had formed between you both would have allowed him to slip into you with ease, you never gave him the chance, shifting your hips each time the head of his cock poked at your soaking entrance, followed by a rough bite to his neck.

When his hands wanted to grip your waist and bring you down onto him, sheathing himself deep inside you, teeth would locate the softest parts of his neck, nibble, kiss, and suck at the area before finding a new one, leaving his body shocked into stillness as his senses took in every action.

“Please,” he begged, voice just above a whisper, “I want to be inside you already. I need to be inside you.” The desperation in his voice pulled at your heart strings, but you couldn’t stop now, not when your pleasure trumped all your other emotions.

As you drew a long line up from his collarbone to below his ear, you hummed in satisfaction as goosebumps formed in their wake, your lips pressed against his ear as you whispered back to him.

“You’ll be inside me… but only when I say so…for now, just enjoy the ride.”

Hirata Akihiro:

In all fairness, Akihiro only had himself to blame for the situation he was in now. It had been his idea to meet your parents on the only four day weekend you both had for this semester, ruining the plans you had to go to the new hotel that had opened up to spend some long awaited time with your boyfriend. It was only natural that you were pissed off, and only more so that you were punishing him for it like you were now.

As your parents conversed with you about how you both met, your hand - hidden under the table - teased his cock, gripping it tightly before stroking it painfully slow. You could feel how it throbbed in a way that made it seem as though it were begging for more of your touch, pleading to your hand to stroke it rougher, with more vigour than he could handle. But no such thing would happen, not when you enjoyed the look of agony mixed with want dancing on your boyfriend’s face as he did his damnedest to not react to your torture.

But he was failing, miserably so.

His face was red, breathing laboured, nose flaring, and tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth to stop any and all sounds that threatened to break past his teeth and fill the room with the voice of a man so desperate for release that he forgets himself and where he is. The pain of his cock twitching and throbbing in his dress pants with the added assault of your teasing was becoming too much for him, the look of satisfaction on your face and the way your plump lips curved upwards in a smile doing nothing to help - in the right ways, at least - calm him down. It was only by luck and the grace of whatever God was looking down at him now that he was spared the embarrassment of a moan slipping past his lips as your mother spoke up.

“ Well, I think it’s time for dinner now, yes? Honey, come help me with the food. The men can sit here and chat for a bit.”

Like a good daughter, you agreed with your mother, giving her a smile before turning to Akihiro with a sly smirk. “I’ll be back soon, love. I’ll be sure to give you everything you want… in time.” And with that, you rose from your seat, placing a kiss to his cheek before sauntering off to meet with your mother in the kitchen, hips moving in a way he knew was mean to entice him…and it worked.

Akihiro was left with his body feeling hotter than before, your words resonating in his mind and only fueling the desire in his body. again , his cock stirred in his pants, making him inhale sharply and adjust his place in his seat, sweat now beading at his forehead. He looked like a complete mess in front of your father, but he tried to save whatever pride he had left, clearing his throat and straightening himself out.

But all his confidence was shattered as your father let out a deep chuckle.

“I feel your pain, kid. Her mother did the same thing to me when I met her parents for the first time…but know this… there isn’t going to be any fucking in this house, alright? Keep your dick in your pants and far away from my daughter whilst your under my roof. Understood?”

All Akihiro could do was whimper, nod, and pray you came back soon.

#run with the wind #Kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #hirata akihiro #kurahara kakeru #kakeru kurahara #run with the wind imagines #lemon

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syncopatedid · 6 years

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Kazetsuyo Novel: Excerpt from Chapter 8: Winter Arrives Again

Sharing a delightful excerpt from the Kazetsuyo novel because these pages sparked joy for me so I thought you should be reading it too, but aye, why no English version to share? What fun would it be to ああああ alone? It covers Episode #17′s timeline, but do bear in mind that it is still somewhat different from the anime canon, so it’ll be new information if that’s the only version you’re familiar with.

Disclaimer: This is a Mandarin to English translation and I do not have an original Japanese copy to compare and reference from, so nuances may vary between the two.

Without further ado!

Chapter 8: Winter arrives again (page 228, 229)

(This scene takes place at the Lake Ashi/Ashinoko Lake area. The squad had run into Sakaki, who started insulting them while they just stood there and let him, etc. and then Sakaki left. Begin Kakeru’s inner monologue):

Why can’t I think of a single comeback? What’s the point of only being good at running? A cheetah or ostrich could run fast as well. How does that make me any different from an animal?

Kakeru was dejected at first, and then he was indignant - he was angry with himself for allowing Sakaki to just walk away after belittling them and saying whatever the damn hell he pleased.

“The guy’s earnest in a way…” Yuki admitted as he eyed Sakaki leaving.

“The fact that Kakeru didn’t charge at him to beat him up means he’s made progress. That’s good enough.” Kiyose’s usual poker-face remained as he spoke.

That’s true, thought Kakeru to himself.

In the past, if Sakaki had run his mouth off like that, I would never have let him off the hook so easily. This time, it was because I was thinking about how to refute him that I forgot about punching him.

“I should’ve just slugged him once.”

The more Kakeru mulled over it, the more it frustrated him. At the same time, he was also baffled by his own change.

To think that I would choose to resolve things without resorting to violence…

Kakeru was overwhelmed. On one hand, he felt like a tiger that has had its fangs pulled out. On the other, it felt like the distance between Rikudo U’s Team Captain Fujioka and himself had gotten a little closer. It was a liberating feeling.

“Don’t let it get to you.” Kiyose turned to everyone. “Come on, we’re almost at Lake Ashi. Let’s move.”

Standing tall before them was Mount Fuji, its peak covered in pure, white snow. With one breath, the members of Chikusei-so sprinted towards the final slope just in front of Ashinoko Lake.

“You said not to let it get to us, but it bothers me!” Jota muttered as he ran, with Joji next to him nodding aggressively.

Kakeru took that to heart. It was as if the chasm between the members of Chikusei-so had grown deeper because of Sakaki’s words.

After resting at Lake Ashi for a bit, they were ready to continue with the return route back down the mountain path.

Kiyose had just decided this on the spot, so even Kakeru was caught by surprise.

“We’re not going to spend the night here?”

“Like we have that kind of money?” Kiyose replied.

Prince couldn’t help but recoil in fear, so terrified that he was slowly backing away towards the bus-stop with the signage for Hakone-Yumoto*.

Kiyose noticed this and smiled.

“Relax, Prince, you don’t have to run down the mountain. It’s easy to get injured when navigating slopes, so only those who could potentially represent us for Section 6 need run. The rest of you can take the bus back to Hakone-Yumoto.”

Kiyose had singled out the twins and Yuki to run.

Yuki was incredulous.

“So it doesn’t matter if my leg were to get injured?! Is that what you’re saying?”

“You and the twins took the ropeway up here from Togendai to Owakudani*, didn’t you? Did you think I didn’t see that? So you three should still have the energy to run.” answered Kiyose.

“Besides, you were trained in Kendo, so your centre of gravity and lower core are stable. That makes you very suited for running downward slopes.”

Yuki was silenced, but the twins continued to grumble among themselves.

“We’re dead tired as it is, and he still wants us to run?”

“Do we even need to train so hard?”

“You two. If you have something to say, just spit it out.”

The twins shook their heads in unison.

Finally, Kiyose decided he would run together with Yuki and the twins. But Kiyose’s right leg was injured, and that worried Kakeru.

“Haiji, I’ll run with them instead. It’s better that you don’t force yourself.”

“I’ll run slowly so it won’t be a problem. The bus is here, go on.”

At Kiyose’s insistence, Kakeru and the rest boarded the bus.

In the end, the bus was stuck in a massive jam, and Yuki and the twins who were running down the mountain road soon caught up to the vehicle. Kiyose, who had assured that he would take it slow, came dashing down the slope following closely behind the three, nagging and going through all the things they needed to take note of when they’re running.

Kakeru and the others looked out of the bus.

Comparing the bus’ speed with the speed of Yuki and gang, one could say they’re almost neck and neck.

“Maybe we should get off and run. Who knows, we might actually be faster.” Nico-chan muttered, irritated by how slow the bus was moving.

“I’m not budging, you hear.” Prince declared, having secured himself a seat on the bus.

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Footnotes:

1. In the anime, the impression I got was that the squad rode around in Haiji’s van all the way from Section 1 to the half point at Lake Ashi and back. But in the novel, it’s pretty obvious the squad didn’t take the van all the way! From what I had gathered, the van was parked at the base of Hakone-Yumoto station while they covered the rest of the mountain course on foot (Aka Hakone-Yumoto stn -> Lake Ashi -> Hakone-Yumoto Stn).

*Togedai and Owakudani are stops along the Hakone Circle Route, which is a popular course for visitors and where ropeway cable car rides are available (so yeah, Yuki and the twins took a shortcut and totally got called out by Haiji).

2. The growing resentment the twins have towards Haiji is still unresolved at this point in the novel, and the part where they were told to cancel their soccer date only happened after this scene, but for the life of me I am still unable to trace the part where the twins had bailed on them, and Kakeru had to chase them down and tackle them to the ground, which was why I was even reading this chapter in the first place, hah. If this is an original scene added by Production IG I just wanna give all my kudos and cookies to the team, bless.

#Kaze Novel Translations

#kaze novel translations #kaze novel things #Kazetsuyo #Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru #Run with the wind #Haiji Kiyose #kakeru kurahara #Akane Kashiwazaki #iwakura yukihiro #With great language skills comes great responsibilities #...to the fandom #No beta checking we post like men!#Haiji why are you like this #Hang in there Ouji #I will wake up next morning and scream at my grammar

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rubyleaf · 6 years

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Finally watched the most recent episode of Run with the Wind yesterday and got inspired to write this short thing. Kakeru and Prince are definitely a ship, someone tell me their ship name, just saying.

Prince is asleep in the backseat almost as soon as they get into the car.

They’re all deadly tired, of course, after the wild ride that were the qualifiers. Most of them doze off on the drive home; but Prince still looks worst of all, passed out in every sense of the word, slumped against the car door with his head on his chest and the manga volume he was still reading on the walk lying somewhere on the ground. When he looks back over his shoulder, Kakeru can’t help thinking he looks more dead than alive.

The others wake up when Haiji finally pulls up in front of their home, their drowsiness quickly fading when they remember the upcoming victory celebration. Prince is still asleep. In the buzz of excitement the others jump out of the car without remembering to wake him up.

“He’s out like a light,” Haiji remarks as he undoes his seat belt and pulls the key out of the ignition. “Can you wake him up? I’m going ahead to help with the food.”

Kakeru nods, and Haiji tosses him the car key and goes after the team. He is left alone with the key in his hand and a sleeping Prince in the backseat.

Honestly, he feels kind of bad about waking him. He exerted himself more than anyone else; he deserves all the rest he can get.

But of course he also deserves to have some of the victory feast before the others eat all the food without him.

So Kakeru leaves his seat, walks around the car, and slides into the backseat from the door opposite the side where Prince is asleep. He could have just opened the one he’s slumped against, but somehow that seems just a little too harsh. Besides, he doesn’t want Prince falling sideways out of the car.

“Prince,” he says quietly, giving him a nudge. “Prince, wake up.”

A groan half muffled by the door. “I’m skipping morning practice today. Tell the others I’m dead.”

“No... it’s not morning,” Kakeru replies. “We’re home.”

Another groan, then Prince lifts his head and looks around, his face covered in marks where it lay squished against the window and door. “Oh, right,” he says. “It’s still the same day. So that’s why I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

Kakeru blinks owlishly, and Prince cracks a small smile. “I’m joking.”

Kakeru smiles back. There’s a moment’s silence as Prince rakes a hand through his hair and yawns, letting his gaze roam around.

“This slave-driving race followed me into my dreams,” he says at last, suddenly looking very tired. “Even after we qualified, I’m never going to be free from this, am I?”

Kakeru doesn’t answer immediately. Prince furrows his brow.

“We did qualify,” he says, “right?”

Kakeru nods.

“Good.” Prince breathes a sigh of relief. “So that part wasn’t a dream.”

“You did well.”

Prince’s head snaps up. “Hm?”

“At the race,” Kakeru answers. “You did well.”

For a long, awkward moment Prince simply looks at him, his pale eyes scanning his face as if searching for something Kakeru doesn’t understand. Then he snorts. “I almost died, but carry on.”

“Still.” Kakeru doesn’t avoid his eyes while speaking, not anymore. “This was a harder task for you than for the rest of us. And you made it.”

“Just barely.”

Kakeru blinks. Something about Prince’s tone has changed. He isn’t looking at him anymore; he is gazing out through the window, his wavy hair obscuring his face. “I’m still the slowest guy on the team,” he says, his hands tensing up where they lie in his lap. “I’ve never been an athlete. What’s so easy for all of you guys is almost impossible to me. If we hadn’t made it in... I know it would’ve been because of me.”

For a moment Kakeru doesn’t say anything. He isn’t fully sure what to say. He has never been in Prince’s situation. To him, running has always come naturally. He has never had to worry about not being good enough or dragging down his team.

But he does know he doesn’t like that attitude.

“It wouldn’t.”

On an impulse he reaches for Prince’s arm, fingers closing around his sleeve. “If a team doesn’t make it, it’s never one person’s fault,” he says determinedly. “If one person’s slow, it’s okay as long as the others can make up for it and run faster.”

Prince turns around. Their eyes meet again and interlock, dark blue and golden-brown, as time comes to a stop.

Then, just for a split second, Prince breathes a small laugh.

“You sure have changed,” he says. “I remember a time when you would’ve said the opposite.”

Kakeru shifts and shuffles uncomfortably. He doesn’t like to be reminded.

“I think I like the new you better.”

Kakeru goes pink, and Prince looks at him in quiet amusement before picking his manga off the floor and opening the car door. “Well, let’s go,” he says, back to his usual tone of mild exasperation. “I don’t want the others filing a missing report.”

With that he gets out, and Kakeru is left stumbling after him. He is still so flustered that he almost forgets to lock the car; it’s only the thought of demon-mode Haiji that saves him, though he doubts anyone would try to steal that rusty old tin can.

But for the entire way into the house he can’t stop wondering if he could have done the same things Prince did if their places had been exchanged.

#oh. it got long. oops #run with the wind #kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #kurahara kakeru #kashiwazaki akane #someone PLEASE tell me the ship name thanks #me and my writings #headcanons

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