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toshiro-taichou · 1 year

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Next Generation Characters: Fernandes Family

Ships:

Jellal X Erza (Jerza)

Cobra X Oc called Akari Fernandes (Akabra)

Key:

Crime Sorciere after the war with Zeref is now a legal guild instead of a independant guild. Their objective is still the same but they're no longer a guild of criminals.

Jerza Family

Simon Fernandes:

Identity

Characteristics

Name: Simon Fernandes

Alias: Jellal Jr (Joke nickname)

Profession Status

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

Personal Status

Affiliation(s): Crime Sorciere

Previous Affiliation(s): Fairy Tail

Guild Insignia Colour: Red (Fairy Tail), Blue (Crime Sorciere)

Guild Insignia Location: Right Eyelid (FT), Left Bicep (CS)

Occupation: S Class Mage, Criminal Hunter

Team(s): N/A

Previous Team(s): Reapers

Partner(s): Reichirou Dragneel and Diego Fernandes

Previous Partner(s): Kaito Knightwalker

Base of Operation: Unknown

Previous Base of Operation: Fairy Tail, Magnolia

Magic

Status: Alive

Relatives:

-Rung (Grandfather, deceased)

-Irene Belserion (Grandmother, deceased)

-Itsuki Fernandes (Grandfather)

-Unnamed Grandmother (Deceased)

-Jellal Fernandes (Father)

-Erza Scarlet Fernandes (Mother)

-Eric (Uncle)

-Akari Fernandes (Auntie)

-Rogue Cheney (Adopted Uncle)

-Takumi Scarlet Cheney (Adopted Auntie)

-Osamu Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Diego Fernandes (Cousin)

-Iris Fernandes (Sister)

-Kasumi Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Rose Fernandes (Sister)

-Justice Fernandes (Brother)

Counterpart: Kaito Knightwalker

Other Information

Magic: Requip Magic and Illusion magic

Magic Details: Requip magic is the same as Erza's but in a male style. Illusion magic is pretty simple, Simon can make illusions.

Weakness(es): N/A

Weapon(s): N/A

Personality: Simon has trouble with portraying positive emotions, especially around family and friends. There will be times where he pushes his siblings away and then regret it. When he's around his counterpart, he'll be a different person and will be a sarcastic 19 year old.

Likes: Books, learning about people's history, travelling

Dislikes: Awkward situations

Hobbies: Reading, finding new things, annoying his counterpart

Friend(s): Kaito Knightwalker, Igneel Dragneel, Reichirou Dragneel, Diego Fernandes.

Freney(ies): Daika Dreyar

Love Interest: Gale Redfox

Extra: Simon was named after Simon from the tower of heaven, the guy who Jellal killed. The Fairy Tail insignia is over his right eye due to the fact that he has always had a fascination with his father's mark. Also technically he's a prince but not a prince

Iris Fernandes

Identity

Characteristics

Name: Iris Fernandes

Alias: Mini Erza.

Profession Status

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Romantic Orientation: Hetrosexual

Personal Status

Affiliation(s): Fairy Tail

Previous Affiliation(s): N/A

Guild Insignia Colour: Purple

Guild Insignia Location: Right bicep

Occupation: S Class Mage

Team(s): Team S

Previous Team(s): N/A

Partner(s): Yuri Dreyar

Previous Partner(s): N/A

Base of Operation: Fairy Tail, Magnolia

Magic

Status: Alive

Relatives:

-Rung (Grandfather, deceased)

-Irene Belserion (Grandmother, deceased)

-Itsuki Fernandes (Grandfather)

-Unnamed Grandmother (Deceased)

-Jellal Fernandes (Father)

-Erza Scarlet Fernandes (Mother)

-Eric (Uncle)

-Akari Fernandes (Auntie)

-Rogue Cheney (Adopted Uncle)

-Takumi Scarlet Cheney (Adopted Auntie)

-Simon Fernandes (Brother)

-Osamu Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Diego Fernandes (Cousin)

-Kasumi Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Rose Fernandes (Sister)

-Justice Fernandes (Brother)

Counterpart: Irene Knightwalker

Other Information

Magic: Heavenly Body Magic. Light Magic

Magic Details: Heavenly Body magic is the same as Jellal's and light magic is very simple. She can use Light magic to temporary blind her enemies or to light an area up.

Weakness(es): N/A

Weapon(s): Katana

Personality: She's very hyper and cannot stay still. She's the youngest S Class in Fairy Tail. She loves to fight anyone, especially her father. Although when it comes to romance, she is clueless, especially clueless to Yuri's feelings for her

Likes: Blueberry Cheesecake

Dislikes: Chocolate cake

Hobbies: Sparing against her mother and cooking.

Friend(s): Gale Redfox, Nashi Dragneel, Igneel Dragneel, Kaito Knightwalker, Osamu Cheney, Kasumi Cheney, Daika Dreyar, Yuri Dreyar, Takeo Eucliffe, Ray Conbolt.

Enemy(ies)/Freney(ies): N/A

Love Interest: N/A

Extra: She looks up to Simon and Jellal but is upset that she cannot spend time with them a lot. Also technically she's a princess but not a princess

Rose Fernandes

Identity

Characteristics

Name: Rose Fernandes

Alias: N/A

Profession Status

Gender: Female

Age: 11

Romantic Orientation: Hetrosexual

Personal Status

Affiliation(s): Fairy Tail

Previous Affiliation(s): N/A

Guild Insignia Colour: N/A

Guild Insignia Location: N/A

Occupation: Guild Member

Team(s): N/A

Previous Team(s): N/A

Partner(s): Justice Fernandes

Previous Partner(s): N/A

Base of Operation: Fairy Tail, Magnolia

Magic

Status: Alive

Relatives:

-Rung (Grandfather, deceased)

-Irene Belserion (Grandmother, deceased)

-Itsuki Fernandes (Grandfather)

-Unnamed Grandmother (Deceased)

-Jellal Fernandes (Father)

-Erza Scarlet Fernandes (Mother)

-Eric (Uncle)

-Akari Fernandes (Auntie)

-Rogue Cheney (Adopted Uncle)

-Takumi Scarlet Cheney (Adopted Auntie)

-Simon Fernandes (Brother)

-Osamu Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Diego Fernandes (Cousin)

-Iris Fernandes (Sister)

-Kasumi Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Justice Fernandes (Twin Brother)

Counterpart: Elsie Knightwalker

Other Information

Magic: Requip Magic. Sage Dragon Slayer Magic.

Magic Details: Requip is the same as Erza's. First Generation Dragon Slayer however, she cannot control the dragon slayer magic as it was somehow passed down from Irene to Rose.

Weakness(es): Motion Sickness

Weapon(s): N/A

Personality: Rose is a chilled person and can also be an excited person. She's like the yin-yang in personality wise. Depending on what time it is, her personality changes.

Likes: The Nighttime sky.

Dislikes: Simon ignoring them.

Hobbies: Training

Friend(s): Raven Dragneel, Zenku Dragneel, Irina Eucliffe, Elliot Strauss, Eva Strauss, Lein Strauss, Ray Conbolt

Freney(ies): Kari Fullbuster

Love Interest: N/A

Extra: She is aware of Zenku's crush on her but she's not interest in romance at the moment. She gets very annoyed at Simon's personality. Also technically she's a princess but not a princess.

Justice Fernandes

Identity

Characteristics

Name: James Fernandes

Alias: Justice Fernandes

Profession Status

Gender: Male

Age: 11

Romantic Orientation: Bisexual

Personal Status

Affiliation(s): Fairy Tail

Previous Affiliation(s): N/A

Guild Insignia Colour: N/A

Guild Insignia Location: N/A

Occupation: Guild Member

Team(s): N/A

Previous Team(s): N/A

Partner(s): Rose Fernandes

Previous Partner(s): N/A

Base of Operation: Fairy Tail, Magnolia

Magic

Status: Alive

Relatives:

-Rung (Grandfather, deceased)

-Irene Belserion (Grandmother, deceased)

-Itsuki Fernandes (Grandfather)

-Unnamed Grandmother (Deceased)

-Jellal Fernandes (Father)

-Erza Scarlet Fernandes (Mother)

-Eric (Uncle)

-Akari Fernandes (Auntie)

-Rogue Cheney (Adopted Uncle)

-Takumi Scarlet Cheney (Adopted Auntie)

-Simon Fernandes (Brother)

-Osamu Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Diego Fernandes (Cousin)

-Iris Fernandes (Sister)

-Kasumi Cheney (Adopted Cousin)

-Rose Fernandes (Twin Sister)

Counterpart: Justin Knightwalker

Other Information

Magic: Summon Magic and Heavenly Body Magic

Magic Details: He can summon anything he wishes. However, when he uses this, it changes his hair to light blue.

Weakness(es): N/A

Weapon(s): Knives

Personality: He's a serious guy that prefers to stay on topic.

Likes: Chocolate cake.

Dislikes: Blueberry cheese cake

Hobbies: Stargazing

Friend(s): Kari Fullbuster, Grace Redfox, Raven Dragneel, Ray Cobolt. Lein Strauss, Irina Eucliffe.

Freney(ies): Zenku Dragneel

Love Interest: N/A

Extra: He has no clue about Irina's crush on him. His white hair comes from his grandfather, Itsuki. Also technically he's a prince but not a prince. Yes, he is inspired James Holloway or Justice from Edens Zero

Akabra's Family

Key:

Sixth Generation Dragon Slayer: The sixth generation of Dragon slayers have had their bodies implanted with Dragon Lacrima granting them the ability to use Dragon Slayer magic but unlike the second generation, they are taught by another dragon slayer, usually their parent(s).

Diego Fernandes

Identity

Characteristics

Name: Diego Fernandes

Alias: Nephew of a Criminal

Profession Status

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Romantic Orientation: Homosexual

Personal Status

Affiliation(s): Crime Sorciere

Previous Affiliation(s): Fairy Tail

Guild Insignia Colour: White (Fairy Tail). Black (Crime Sorciere)

Guild Insignia Location: Left Pectoral (FT). Crime Sorciere (CS)

Occupation: S Class Mage

Team(s): N/A

Previous Team(s): Reapers

Partner(s): Reichirou Dragneel and Simon Fernandes

Previous Partner(s): N/A

Base of Operation: Unknown

Previous Base of Operation: Fairy Tail, Magnolia

Magic

Status: Alive

Relatives:

-Itsuki Fernandes (Grandfather)

-Unnamed Grandmother (deceased)

-Jellal Fernandes (Uncle)

-Erza Scarlet Fernandes (Auntie)

-Erik (Father)

-Akari Fernandes (Mother)

-Simon Fernandes (Cousin)

-Iris Fernandes (Cousin)

-Rose Fernandes (Cousin)

-Justice Fernandes (Cousin)

Counterpart: N/A

Other Information

Magic: Poison Dragon Slayer Magic. Hearing Magic.

Magic Details: Sixth Generation Dragon Slayer. Both his magic is identical to Cobra's.

Weakness(es): Motion Sickness

Weapon(s): N/A

Personality: He has a very quiet personality. Due to his father being quiet and speaks when needed and his mother being mute, he had gotten used to being around quiet people. Thankfully his friends understand.

Likes: Quiet places

Dislikes: Loud environments.

Hobbies: Reading.

Friend(s): Simon Fernandes and Kaito Knightwalker.

Enemy(ies)/Freney(ies): N/A

Boyfriend: Reichirou Dragneel.

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salt-warrior · 4 years

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@cosmicnovaflare here is the quick little POV change to the underpaid waitress watching Kai and Blue hash things out at the diner in Chapter 30: The Face of the Devil of The Time it Takes to Fall. I’m only going to publish this on tumblr, so I hope you enjoy!

(Oh also I named the waitress Marissa because-- hah!)

Aching Seconds

Marissa sighed, her eyes heavy as she stared at the strange pairing at table nine. She had seen them a couple times before, taking orders of tea from the young man on occasion and shooting glances at the veiled creature. They were the strangest duo she had ever seen, which was saying something.

In times past their discussions were generally civil, with the man’s voice sounding throughout the diner at times and the veiled woman keeping her tone to nothing more than hushed whispers, but now both parties were yelling at one another.

“Fine,” the man yelled, dramatically scooting out of his seat. Unfortunately the red vinyl made a series of fart-like noises as his tush made a run for it. Then he stood, tall not because he reached an astonishing height but because of the degree of his anger. “Then I have but one final request to ask of you.”

“Name it, my Princeling,” the woman said, her voice low and seductive. Marissa almost dropped her broom as the words hit her ears, and she turned a brilliant shade of pink. Averting her eyes, Marissa continued to sweep the floor, wondering how on earth she only got paid ten bucks an hour to listen to this.

“Never,” the man said, the twitch of his nose punctuating the word, “by any means, approach me again. I never wish to see you from this day forth.”

Marissa shot a glance over at the pair, unable to help the sour look that came across her face. Did this man not know how to speak? Had the words “I never wish to see you from this day forth” truly left his mouth?

“Withdraw from me and allow for my soul to be with its mate,” the man continued, and at this Marissa almost choked on her own air. “Forget me— abandon my cause and chase after another innocent who has not yet come to grips with your evil ways.”

The veiled creature rose from her seat in that moment, flying forth from the vinyl as if her silken robes were wings. Marissa couldn’t help but stare— she was too exhausted to look away from the spectacle, and besides, they were her only customers at 10:49. She longed for the next ten minutes to pass so she could finally go home and not have to stay with the medieval soap opera.

“You have insulted me far too easily upon this day, young Princeling,” the woman said, her tone deep and unearthly. Marissa glanced back toward the kitchen, trying to catch the eye of a fellow employee, but there was no one to be seen. It was just her and the two mental hospital escapees. “You speak of falsehoods most corrupt and accuse me of sins I have not committed. I have helped you in ages past and have sought only to help you find true joy. You should be begging me for my forgiveness after such horrendous behavior— I, your savior of life and love.”

Marissa blinked, making sure that these two people were not mere figments of her one to eleven shift brain but actually there and speaking in such a strange manner. She was astonished when they remained within her view.

“Perhaps you did save my love in your own cruel way, but you have also brought more sorrow upon the both of us than any human, no matter their sins, deserves. Never entreat to visit me again— I no longer wish to gaze upon your face again,” the man sneered.

She truly did not get paid enough to listen to this speech. This was perhaps the weirdest break-up that she had ever listened to, which shouldn’t have been surprising considering the apparel of the woman, yet somehow Marissa could not believe her ears. Who were these people?

“For the rest of eternity,” the woman hissed, “mine is the only face upon which you shall gaze. I hope that you remember that, Kaito, as you attempt to regain your love’s affection once more. I hope that you remember your own fate as you fight against the world’s wishes.”

The woman stalked past the man, her blue silken robes fluttering about her like the waves of the sea. Then she turned, spitting one last remark. “Because while I am not fate, young Princeling, I know her well— and your fate has always been to lose your love to me. Your fate has always been me as Selene’s has always been death.”

Then the woman stalked off, leaving only the man to stare at the spot where she had just been. Marissa watched, wary of this strange creature and prepared to call out if needed for the look within his eyes was dangerous. He looked like an animal living in fear of its life.

But in another moment, the man nodded his head and stalked out of the diner, his feet fast and purposeful. Marissa gazed after him, her brow furrowed and her mouth open at whatever the hell had she just witnessed. Was it a break-up? Was there some sort of hostage? Had it even been real?

Shaking her head, Marissa turned her eyes back to the floor and continued to sweep the grime from it. Never before had she seen anything so strange. “I really don’t get paid enough for this,” Marissa yawned, counting down the aching seconds before her shift ended.

#the time it takes to fall #ttittf #ttittf extra chapter #tlc fanfiction #tlc #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #marissa meyer #prince kai #emperor kai #the blue koi #salt warrior stories

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viscariaa · 4 years

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Day 7 - Saiouma Week - AU - Prom Night!

Ship: Oumasai/Saiouma

Words: 1352

Type: Fluff/Prom AU

Trigger Warning: None

Posted: 08.08.20

Description: Kokichi Ouma is walking to Hope’s Peak Academy Prom until he stumbles across a sad Shuichi Saihara.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid...” Kokichi kicks a small pebble as he walks along the cement sidewalk.

It was 11 pm. He should be planning more pranks, or hell even study for his insanely hard criminal justice class. Instead he is walking, alone, in an uncomfortable white suit with his signature scarf instead of a tie, towards Hope’s Peak Academy.

“That damn avocado and robot!” Kokichi bites his nails, “I shouldn’t have agreed to this!”

Don’t get him wrong, he loves a good party. But he doesn’t want to see him. Kokichi cringes at the memory. “That kind, needy detective just had to get asked out by that girl, huh?”

“I mean who wouldn’t ask him out…” Kokichi sighs.

He remembers Shuichi’s midnight hair, milky white skin, and on the rare occasion he takes off his emo hat, his striking golden eyes. Shuichi’s gentle voice whenever he speaks or his outbursts of confidence when he is locked in a debate. Despite Kokichi’s terrible reputation, Shuichi is still caring, thoughtful, and listens to what Kokichi says.

Kokichi’s heart pounds at the thought of Shuichi, heat rising to his pale cheeks. “Awww, come on! You came to prom so you can forget about him, idiot!”

Kokichi shoves one hand into his suit’s chest pocket, taking out the crumbled love letter. He doesn't know why he brought it with him...maybe hoping Shuichi will accept his confession?

“Tch…”

Embarrassed, he inserts it back with a huff before placing his hands behind his head. Kokichi begins to admire the scenery around him, the night sky with twinkling stars, and the slightest breeze. The houses around him looked identical and in the distance, he could make out the city still alive, buzzing with activity.

Sniff, Sniff.

Kokichi pauses. His head snaps to the house on his left and is shocked by what he sees.

There sits Shuichi, hugging his knees while on the house's stone stairs. He wasn’t wearing his hat, causing his ahoge to face Kokichi. A withered rose bouquet and his phone lay next to him, notifications buzz through, but Shuichi doesn’t seem to notice.

“S-Shumai?”

Shuichi jumps upon hearing the all familiar nickname, “K-Kokichi?!”

Both boys stare at the other, not knowing what to say until Kokichi breaks the silence. “Shuichi, why are you upset?”

This sent chills down Shuichi’s spine. Kokichi’s voice was icy, layered with seriousness, which Shuichi never thought he would hear. “No wonder DICE listens to him when upset…”

“Shuichi. I asked a question. Why are you upset?”

“I-I-I’m not upset!” Shuichi tilts his head down, avoiding Kokichi’s gaze, but forgets he doesn’t have his hat on.

He could hear Kokichi’s steps on the stone pathway before stopping directly in front of him. Kokichi grabs Shuichi’s chin, forcing him to look into Kokichi’s amethyst eyes. Kokichi’s face was scarily calm but his eyes were focused on Shuichi like a predator hunting a prey.

“You’re a terrible liar. Explain your mascara dripping down, or the bouquet, or your totally wrinkled suit!”

Shuichi slumps his shoulders, making Kokichi let him go. “All right, I’ll tell you. But can you run to my room, and get the stuff to fix my mascara? The door is unlocked. Thank you...”

“Deal,” Kokichi said before rushing inside.

Shuichi touches his face before getting the black liquid all over his fingers, “have I really been crying this much?”

He pulls out his handkerchief from his chest pocket, wiping his fingers. He glances down at his black tux, smoothing out the wrinkles and adjusting his neon blue tie. Shuichi picks up his phone, ignoring the texts from Maki, Kaito, and Kaede, and re-reads the texts from his ex-date.

Kitani Katsu: “I’m excited for tonight.”

10:46 PM Kitani Katsu: “are u ready?” Me: “yes! I’m really excited to see you!”

10:50 PM Kitani Katsu: “hahaha. I can’t believe u would think I would ever go on a date with a loser like you!” Me: “you are joking right?” Kitani Katsu: “suck to suck!” Kitani Katsu: “see you never!”

Shuichi lets out a heavy sigh as Kokichi comes back with makeup wipes, mascara, and a small hand-held mirror. He goes to get them before Kokichi holds out a finger at him, “nope! I’ll fix it!”

“You know how to put on mascara?”

“I’m friends with Rantaro.”

Shuichi sighs and closes his eyes, waiting patiently for Kokichi. But, Kokichi is trying to calm his beating heart and blushing face. “Calm down, calm down! Oh Atua, my heart is going to burst! Ahhhh!”

He opens up the mascara, pulling out the wand before going closer to Shuichi, their noses accidentally touched and Kokichi bites his lips to hold back a yelp. Kokichi glances down, noticing Shuichi’s pink lips.

“No, Kokichi! Calm yourself down! Don’t do anything weird!”

` Kokichi moves a bit back and musters up the courage to apply the mascara.

“I can’t believe I am doing this. If Miu or Rantaro see me, I’ll never hear the end of it…”

“S-so! What or who made my favorite cry?”

“You know Kaitani Katsu, the popular girl from the classroom next to ours?” Shuichi begins, “well, she asked me out to prom, but it was all a ruse. I guess she wanted to show off to her friends how many dates she could get…”

Kokichi could feel fury well up inside of him, “how dare she! She made my favorite cry! Looks like I know who my next victim of pranking is going to be!”

“K-Kokichi? Are you all right? You’re acting strange...”

“If he says what I think he is going to say-”

“You are being...really serious, right now…”

“Oh, thank Atua!”

“Well, someone hurt my beloved! Of course, this is serious! This is an emergency!” Kokichi exclaims, finally finishing the first eye.

“I appreciate it, Kokichi. I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you!”

Kokichi immediately knows what he wants, but he bites his tongue instead. “No way, Kokichi. He probably doesn’t even like you. So don’t ask him to go to prom with-”

“You can go to prom with me.”

“I want to bury in a hole and die. Good job, Kokichi. You just lost your one chance-”

“Ok.”

Kokichi stumbles back, his eyes widening at Shuichi’s answer. “W-w-wait! You-! Yes?! W-wha-!?”

“Is there something wrong, Kokichi? Is the other eye done?” Shuichi cocks his head.

“Y-yes, it’s done…”

Shuichi opens his eyes before fanning them with his hands. Both stay there in silence, Kokichi trying to calm himself down while Shuichi is drying off his mascara. “May I get the mirror?”

Kokichi’s hand wobbles as he gives the mirror to Shuichi. “So, how is my amazing work? I have no ideas how you can do this everyday! Seriously!”

“It’s actually not bad…” Shuichi admires his eyeliner, “you get used to doing it.”

Soon, Shuichi puts the mirror behind him and locks his house. Then, he holds out his hand to Kokichi, “let’s go!”

“Hold up!” Kokichi whips around, pulling out the love letter, “let me ask you properly!”

Kokichi turns back around, placing the letter in his beloved’s outstretched hand, “Shuichi Saihara, would you accept the honor of accompanying the ultimate supreme leader to a gala of fun?”

Shuichi giggles, “yes, yes, I will!” He kisses the back of Kokichi’s hand, smiling at the flustered leader.

Kokichi laughs before grabbing his hand and together walking down the road to the Hope’s Peak Academy Prom.

Bonus:

Shuichi is humming with a goofy grin on his lips before Kokichi interrupts him. “Someone seems weirdly happy about this!”

“I really wanted to ask you, but I was scared of letting Kaitani Katsu down…” Shuichi sheepishly said.

“Why were you sad about her standing you up, then?”

“It still hurts to get played like that…”

“Awww!” Kokichi pats his head, “don’t go all emo like that on our date!”

“D-date?!”

“Of course, it doesn’t have to be one…” Kokichi tries to let go of Shuichi’s hand but Shuichi holds onto it firmer.

“I’d love for it to be our date!” Shuichi laughs and soon Kokichi does as well.

Yipee! All seven prompts are finished! The first time I ever finished a saiouma week so I’m proud of myself! Prompt #7 - AU by @saiouma-events, all the prompts you provided were amazing ^-^ I might take a bit off to try and avoid a writing burn out, but more will be coming! Sending virtual hugs! - December

#saiouma #oumasai #wriitng #fanfic #shuichi x kokichi #kokichi x shuichi #saioumaweek2020 #prom au #au #drv3 #danganronpa #drv3 kokichi #drv3 shuichi #Day 7: AU/Hobbies #danganronpa killing harmony

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dalissy · 4 years

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Hey this is purplellamanator on my main 🙄 can you do “I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.” For KaiAo please 😊💜

DJDJKSWN I’m so sorry it took so much time and it’s so poorly done BUT at least it’s here. And that’s what matters. Right? (´;ω;｀)Thank you so much for the request anyway, it was lots of fun to write it!

“GET! OUT!!”

If he hadn’t covered his ears in time, Kaito was pretty sure he would have gone deaf from the screech that escaped Aoko’s lungs. In a finger snap, she pushed him out of the room so hard and well he almost hit his head on the corridor’s wall. Thank God, his reflexes were good and he stopped his impulse in time.

“Oh, come on, Aoko! Don’t tell me you seriously believe in stuff like that!”

She shut the door in his face and locked it -but Kaito was convinced that if she could turn the key more than three times, she would to give him more than a harsh time trying to pick it up. She knew him as well as the back of her hand, after all. On the other hand, one smart man would easily understand that she was determined to be left alone. Unfortunately, whenever it was about Aoko, his own IQ drastically lowered, perhaps enough to reach Hell underneath.

He puffed up his chest and knocked three times.“Come on. Just how long are you going to stay in? They’re waiting for us, Ahoko.”

Her tongue went silent, but he knew she still was right behind the door. He could still hear her stamping feet right behind.

“Hey.”

“That’s very much like you.” She suddenly interrupted him, in a more bitter yet calm tone than an angry one. “Not even an apology -not even a sorry. Just how rude can you be?!”

“I don’t recall you apologizing for being late either, princess!” He gibed.

“Why didn’t you ask dad to come for me?! He would have understood.”

The image of inspector Nakamori stuffing his mouth with canapés while almost crying flashed through his mind. Damn, if they didn’t hurry, the party would be over before it even started, and the man would have another whole new reason to cry.

“He’s, huh, busy”, he stuttered scratching his hair, “And mom won’t stop blabbering with everyone. Keiko was the one who told me to go. She said you would just use her to gain some more time, so I had to do it.”

“What a fantastic idea. And now everything’s ruined when I’ve been hiding it from you for months. This is just perfect. Fine. Just fine.”

It wasn’t fine at all.

“I don’t know what holds me back from cancelling– whatever. Forget that.”

It was just a thought that came out of her mouth without her wanting to, a stupid thought that she did not mean in any way, they both knew it, but it shook him to the core. The wrath in her voice had faded away. She sounded sadder than she had any rights to be today.

Fuck.This time, he fucked up really, really badly.

“Y-You’re not serious, are you?” Kaito sputtered, before remembering the Poker Face did not only apply to magic shows. “Fine. Suit yourself then. If you’re calling it off for such an insignificant thing… I suppose you didn’t really want to do it in the first way anyway.”

Why did he have to say this out loud? Why did this one stupid brain-cell of his always had to manifest itself to say the exact opposite of what he wanted to say? He wasn’t a teenager anymore. Why couldn’t he be honest with himself, even now? Today? Right this instant? He waited for it literal years, and he managed to ruin everything in a second, just as she said.

Great job, Kaito Kuroba. Great job. He couldn’t wait to put it in golden letters on his resume: I perfectly fucked up my wedding before it could even begin.

“That’s not true, Kaito. And you know it.”

Kaito’s former frown disappeared immediately, but when he opened his mouth to replicate, no sound came out. He gulped, watching his feet lightly tap against the door frame a second, thoughts accumulating one after another.If he couldn’t be honest even with himself, there was no point in all of this in the first place.

He rested his back against the door, arms folded.She remained perfectly silent behind the door. He could feel his guts knotting inside.

She could insult him. She could yell at him. She could even open this door right now and throw a porcelain vase in his face -he’d accept it all with open arms. It’d be more than a relief. On the other hand, a silent Aoko was the worst thing that could be, especially when these last words of her still resonated within his skull.His mouth stayed agape, his tongue paralyzed, his fists clenched.

He was so, so stupid and too damn proud. He knew it. But if he had to be honest with her, just one time in his life, it had to be today. It couldn’t be any other day but this one.

He turned around and put his fist between his forehead and the wooden door.“Aoko, tell me to shut up or something. Because if I say one more word, I’m not going to stop. Alright?”

No answer -but the soft sound of her back snuggling up to the door was enough. He inspired deeply as if to give himself courage.

“You- You look absolutely stunning. Is this what you want to hear? Listen, I didn’t know the ‘no-peeking-before-ceremony’ was important to you, okay? But I get it now- and I’m sorry. But whether I see before or after doesn’t really matter, you know. I-I’d have thought of how beautiful you look regardless.”

Blood invaded his face as he kept talking, making his cheeks a whole new kind of red. He always thought this kind of lovey-dovey speeches in Hollywood movies was so forced and embarrassing, yet now, as shameful as it was, it’s exactly how he felt.

He saw it for no more than a split second, this blue and white satin dress that fell down to her feet, large and fluttering at her every movements. He saw it, this insane amount of blue roses sew on the edges of the embroidered fabric that covered her chest. He saw them, the resplendent flowers on both sides of her tied hair, their stems intertwined within the braids that maintained her haircut perfect and safe, and her gleaming bridal veil dancing on her white shoulders. He saw them, the white azaleas arranged in the nicest bouquet that could ever be, dearly held in her gloved hands. And he saw the joy in her cerulean eyes- or at least he did until she spotted him in the corner of the looking glass she was admiring herself in.

And in that pathetic split second, it was like his heart was mercilessly squeezed to no end.

Aoko was so beautiful, and it was really happening. It was no dream, or fantasy, or even a future nightmare in disguise. He said yes when she asked him, and soon enough they would be getting married, and no more than thirty minutes later she would be his wife. All of that was just so surreal. He could barely stand it. Quite literally too, because he turned around and pressed his back to the door again, letting himself slide down to the ground.

“If you decide to stop everything now”, he breathed painfully, “The next time -if there’s a next time but, I mean- the next time you ask me to marry you, I won’t peek on your dress before the ceremony, or be rude, or whatever things you don’t want me to do. I promise, okay? I promise.”

There was a faint silence, during which he held his breath, waited, then exhaled when he told himself it was already too late. Now he probably was talking to the emptiness of the room, and Aoko had escaped through the window like some heroine of a telenovela and-

“You never keep your promises, stupid. But I suppose it’s alright if you stay that way. And if you peek up on my dresses or even wear some. And I guess I can allow you to be rude, but only a little. Okay?”

The groom blinked twice at the faint whisper he swore he heard, but before he could answer anything, Aoko spoke again, soft and emotional.“You know I’m never going to cancel the wedding for that, silly. But it’s just so frustrating…”

He anxiously licked his lips.

“What is frustrating?”

“It’s so frustrating not to be able to surprise you, not even once.” She muttered. “You always pull up flowers or fancy dresses or doves out of nowhere and I never know how you do that. Not sure if I want to know, either.”

“Hey, you surprised me when you bought this hideous talking fish from the flea market the other day and dared to shove it in my face like some kind of savage!!”

“That doesn’t count. Beside, you totally deserved it.” She said, articulating each one of her words. “But once, even just once, I just wanted to surprise you in a good way, because you’re always seem so indifferent to everything sometimes. I- I want to make you happy, Kaito. But if I can’t even do that right now, how will it be once we’ll be married? I know I was the one who proposed, but I’m- I’m so scared. And afterward I thought: What if you accepted because you didn’t to hurt my feelings? What if I can’t make you happy? What if you don’t really like me-”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.”

For the first time, there was no hesitation in his voice. There simply couldn’t be one.

“What matter?”

“Whether I love you or not. Because you may torture yourself all day long, you can’t come up with the truth unless you ask me, and your own opinion can change nothing about.”

He could doubt on a lot of things. Whether becoming a phantom thief ever was a good idea. Whether a legendary jewel could really grant immortality. Whether Hakuba really was that hard of a bastard until the end, or if perhaps there was a small, little amount of decency in him (however he brought a really nice gift today, so he guessed in the end there was an extremely tiny bit).

But him loving Aoko wasn’t one of them.

“…Do you love me?”

There was an adorable trembling in her voice, as if his answer wasn’t obvious enough and she expected the worst.

“Yes. Yes I love you, Aoko. I know I don’t say it that often, but damn, for you to doubt that….” He laughed, embarrassed more than ever. “It’s a bit of an important part when you’re marrying someone. I thought it was obvious.”

“Even if I can’t surprise you?”

“Geez, woman, I’m not some animal which chooses a mate on whether their nuptial dance had me having a heart attack or not.”

Oops, perhaps he already broke the ‘only a bit rude’ rule. The light grumble that came through the door proved it.

“Then what made you say yes when I proposed, Mr. Civilized-gentleman?”

He looked up the ceiling, lost in thoughts. Gosh, there was so many stuff -they shared almost their whole life together. He lived longer with her than without. He couldn’t exactly choose only one.

So he said each one that passed through his head, perfectly knowing he could never enumerate them all unless he was given eternity or something.For once, Pandora would be pretty useful.

“Because you were my first magic enthusiast fan. Because if I asked you to come to Shibuya without even explaining why, you would. Because you’re always so noisy and expressive like the rest of the world isn’t even here. Your cooking is so bad but you never give up and hope one day you’ll come up managing the same recipes your mother used to make. Whenever I take you on a bike ride, your face’s like it’s Christmas early, or something. The fact that you’re always cheering on the one you love even when it means fighting the entire world, too. Or these little skips you make when you’re bubbly, like I know I said you looked stupid doing these, that- that’s cute actually. And that one time where you made all these teru teru bōzu, for me, so it wouldn’t rain the day after because if it did my shows would have been cancelled. Also your boobs are damn fine-”

“You hate my small breasts!” Aoko argued suddenly. “You made that point very clear ever since we made a half-step into puberty!”

“I lied. You know I lie well.”

“Not really.”

This toneless answer left a bit speechless. He could hear in her voice both the flustered, shy smile she probably was displayed right now, and a bitterness that did not have the same taste of the precedent one.What did she mean by that?

“…And, if, hypothetically, I knew that you were KID, would you still have said yes?”

His hands fell down on his knees in utter astonishment, his mouth agape.

She surprised him, but he didn’t have the time to be, and he knew it.

“Yes. Yes, yes I would have but- Aoko I swear I wanted to tell-”

“It was hypothetical, Kaito.” She finally let out a laugh after insisting on the word as if she wanted to say something and its opposite at the same time. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? I’ll come out, now. But first, I want to ask you something.”

Slowly, he stood up, a long drop of sweat zig-zagging between his shoulder blades.

“…Go ahead.”

“When I open the door, can you smile for me?”

A bizarre demand, no need to say. He raised an eyebrow but his lips stayed sealed.

“I don’t care if it’s a fake smile, but… If you ever make that awfully neutral face of yours, like you’re dead inside or something, I’ll rip it off myself!”

Hey, that wasn’t exactly his fault. Mastering the Poker Face as KID over the years had its pros and cons, and one of them was that he had occasional occupational hazards, if being a phantom thief counted as an ‘occupation’.

“Can you make that for me?” She asked again. “As a reverse dowry, let’s say?”

The stupidity of the thought that a smile of his was as pricey as a dowry distorted his lips in an amused smirk.

“Come out and find out yourself.”

Shortly after, he heard the key turn in the hole three times. The faint metallic sound of the handle turning, and the light squeak of the hinges.

Aoko appeared, and she looked as gorgeous as the split second view he had told him. Wait, now. In fact, the more he looked at her, the more she shined.

“Ah!!” Aoko gasped, suddenly pointing at him in the most ungraceful way that could be. “That’s not a happy smile! You’re looking like a mischievous fly or something!”

Urgh. Moment ruined. Let’s say at least he would have something memorable to tell when he’ll show the photo of his wife in his wallet to whoever wanted to see. Like : “when I married your mother, I was thinking of how beautiful she looked and she called me a filthy bug as a reward”. ...But perhaps in the end it was better that way.

“Jesus Christ, girl, why must you always be so picky about everything!”

He approached and without even asking for her opinion, scooped her in his arms much to her surprise. He had to hurry -if they lingered on again, Kaito knew that his soon-to-be father-in-law would finish all the macaroons and he expressively ordered more chocolate ones so he could at least have some, then Hakuba would make all the bridesmaids crowd around him by bragging about some criminal he arrested and make them forget the actual bride, and Akako would have found a way to either charm or poison the entire church for the fun of it, somehow.

“Wait- Kaito! You’re going to flatten my petticoat! P-Put me down!”

“Sorry, dear, I’m not taking anymore complain until you get a certain ring on your finger, Aoko Kuroba.”

#god my characterization is awful #it was totally different at first like casual and all #then I went 'nah it's boring LET'S GO FULL WEDDING'#results: it's cringy af #but at least I had fun #kaiao #writing request #dcmk #magic kaito

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himiko-yumehellno · 5 years

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Saiouma Week Day Six: Appreciation Day

Title: Three Days to Set Up a Confession is As Easy As Cookies and Roses

Summary: Shuichi employs Rantaro's help to confess to Kokichi. Rantaro's got this.

Word Count: 2260

Note: I don't really talk about other writers or artists I like (I mostly just rb their stuff on Tumblr and leave comments when I can), buuut... I chose one of my favorite saiouma artists, @natsumiheart , for this day of Saiouma Week! The piece that inspired this fic can be found here. I'll admit that this fic only briefly mentions the comic that inspired it, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Rantaro wasn't new to being a wingman. He'd done it for plenty of his sisters before, and he was a frequent choice for people to go to for romance advice, even if he himself was aro. Still, he can't say that he had ever been in a wingman situation quite like this before.

Because not only was Shuichi requesting help from him in confessing to someone, but he was asking for help in confessing to Kokichi Ouma. AKA, the person literally everyone knew had a crush on Shuichi.

Except, it seems, Shuichi himself.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that? I want to make sure I heard right." Rantaro would have pinched his nose in exasperation if he wasn't so polite. Instead, he merely crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Shuichi, who was glancing to the side and not making eye contact. "You want my help in confessing to Kokichi?" The guy who calls you his beloved? The guy who flirts with you every other day? The guy who I hear endless talking from about how you're so amazing it should be a crime?

Shuichi shifted his weight, a frown on his face. "Er, yes, of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too, I just thought I should ask since you helped Kaede out with her and Kirumi, and, well..."

As Shuichi trailed off, Rantaro took a deep breath, letting it out and starting to plan how he could do this. Since he already knew both of them loved each other... "Alright, give me like, three days."

"What?!" Shuichi snapped his head up to look at him, jaw dropped. For once, he didn't seem to care that he was being loud, and his eyes were wide and he visibly struggled to find the words to express his surprise. "But – three?! How – I know you're friends with him, but –"

Shuichi's rambling stopped as Rantaro calmly put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him with his trademark easygoing grin. Shuichi blinked at him, and Rantaro squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, don't worry about it, I'm serious. I'm gonna go find Kokichi and talk to him, so don't wait up on me, okay?"

Shuichi nodded slowly, seemingly coming out of his shock as he stepped back from Rantaro. "You... Are you sure you can help me in only three days?"

Rantaro wasn't surprised at Shuichi's surprise, since it had taken weeks for Kaede and Kirumi to get together, even with Rantaro's help. But on the other hand, what Shuichi didn't know was that his crush liked him back, and Rantaro was going to use that to his full advantage. "Yeah, I got it. I'm not a suspicious guy, remember?"

Shuichi couldn't hide his snicker at the inside joke that had come from one time the class played Clue, and Rantaro waved as he walked away, already pulling out his phone to call Kokichi and request a hang out.

Now, let's see if he can put this plan into action...

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Day one of Rantaro's plan: a hangout where Kokichi and Shuichi baked cookies together.

Rantaro hadn't needed to say anything more than "cookies" to get Kokichi to agree, and after a quick text to Shuichi to meet them in the school kitchen, the three of them found themselves mixing batter that Rantaro bought from the store yesterday after hanging out with Kokichi.

So far, Rantaro's favorite part of this whole thing had got to be when Shuichi walked into breakfast with Kaito and Maki, and Kokichi muttered to him, "Do we even need the sun anymore?" only to find, with quickly covered up elation, that Shuichi stayed after breakfast to bake with them.

Rantaro had snorted at seeing Kokichi hide his real emotions behind a cocky attitude. Kokichi had socked him in the arm.

That said, a close second favorite would have been when Kokichi called him over to "check if the batter looked right." Of course, he only called Rantaro over to talk without Shuichi hearing.

"Alright, avocado dork," Kokichi had hissed at him; his batter was perfectly fine, and Kokichi had wasted no time getting to the point. "I know you and your weird matchmaking thing. Are you trying to set me up with Shuichi?"

Rantaro only shrugged. "Maybe," he replied nonchalantly, and Kokichi punched him again, both because there was no way to tell whether or not that was a lie, and because it could be true. Thankfully, Kokichi wasn't very strong, and Rantaro didn't see any bruises when they finished up, and he went home with two happy friends, and a bagful of cookies.

Shuichi texted him and thanked him for the help getting closer to Kokichi today. Kokichi called and said he was going to steal all his cookies at midnight for trying to set him and Shuichi up today. Rantaro just laughed, made a tick mark on his calendar, and started preparing for the next day's matchmaking event.

—

Day two of Rantaro's plan: trying to convince Kokichi to confess.

"C'mon, I'm sure nothing bad will come of telling him."

"'Nothing bad' my ass! He'll hate me even more than he normally does, obviously!"

Rantaro rubbed his forehead, giving Kokichi a deadpan look as Kokichi huffed and turned away, staring at the books laid out on the table in front of him. The few others in the school library didn't pay them much attention; their whispered debate was going nowhere, and Rantaro was starting to wonder if he should have brought Kokichi somewhere else to talk about this.

"Kokichi, Shuichi isn't really the 'hating' type. You know this. I know this. He's so far from the type of person to hate someone we have a literal fan club for him. You started it, shouldn't you know this?"

Kokichi muttered something under his breath that Rantaro couldn't hear. "Sorry, what was that?"

Kokichi picked his head up from where he had been scowling at a page about the physical geography of Mongolia. "I said, that he wouldn't believe me anyway! I'm too much of a liar; remember when I tried to warn Kaede about Miu pulling a prank on her and the dummie walked right into it anyway?"

"You're not much of a liar with me," Rantaro offered, but privately he had to admit Kokichi had a point. That hadn't been one of Kaede's better days, but oddly enough she became a little better at spotting Kokichi's lies after that incident. "And Shuichi knows you well enough to believe you when you're being serious."

"Hah!" Kokichi scoffed, just a tad too loudly, and quickly got shushed by a library assistant. Kokichi stuck his tongue out at them when their back was turned, then turned back to Rantaro with one of his more serious expressions, slumping in his chair. "I only lie less with you cause you buy me Panta – but that's a lie! ... And why should I trust that he won't start hating me after he knows a liar like me thinks of him like that? He hates liars like me; just accept it..."

Rantaro took in a slow breath as he watched Kokichi deflate. He hadn't wanted to play this card, but if Kokichi left him no choice...

"Give it a go, tomorrow afternoon, and if you do it I'll be DICE's getaway driver for the next month." Rantaro closed his eyes, but he already knew Kokichi was probably gaping at him. After months of pestering for Rantaro to join DICE or take part in their pranks, he was offering to be their driver, just like that? Rantaro held up a hand before Kokichi could say anything. "If it goes badly, you can just say your confession was a lie, right? Just make sure I'm there to see it happen."

Rantaro opened one eye, and was pleased to see Kokichi with a blank expression. That probably meant he was thinking it over; Rantaro knew he couldn't resist an offer like that, and smiled as he rested his head on one hand.

Kokichi took his time thinking. Rantaro waited patiently.

"Alright, fine!" Kokichi agreed finally, again being shushed as he had grown too loud again. Kokichi didn't stick his tongue out this time, instead grinning as he stuck a hand out at Rantaro. "You better buy me a box full of Panta too!"

"Of course." Rantaro took the offered hand, and as Kokichi shook it with a pretend air of dignity, Rantaro chuckled. Now, to see if he could get Shuichi to confess as a bonus...

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Day three of Rantaro's plan: picking out flowers with Shuichi.

It hadn't taken much pushing from Rantaro for Shuichi to agree to buy Kokichi flowers. Sure, he had been embarrassed about the idea at first, but they weren't arguing about confessing for a half hour (unlike with Kokichi), so Rantaro counted his wins. Plus, Kokichi was going to be stopping by Shuichi's place to confess in... Half an hour? Twenty minutes? Fifty? Kokichi was finicky like that, but Rantaro didn't mind. He just had to make sure they were done and back to the dorms by three pm.

Easy as... Oh, hey, cool, they dyed roses blue!

"Hey Shuichi, take a look at this," Rantaro called. Shuichi, a little down the aisle looking at some bellflowers, glanced up at him before heading over, eyes analytical.

"Blue... Roses?" Shuichi smiled, shaking his head as Rantaro chuckled. "Well, they do look nice. Do you think Kokichi would like them?"

"Honestly? Yes, completely." Rantaro smirked as he imagined Kokichi's face, being given blue roses by Shuichi. He didn't blush often, but Rantaro knew Kokichi's face would be bright red if Shuichi gave him something he found cool. "I think he'd find them interesting, don't you think?"

Shuichi narrowed his eyes at the flowers and tilted his head in thought; Rantaro shrugged and left him to it, checking his phone to text Kokichi and ask where he was currently.

Twenty minutes and a purchase later, Rantaro was giving Shuichi a last-minute pep talk as they headed towards the dorms of Hope's Peak. Shuichi brought up a couple of his concerns with Rantaro, but Rantaro shot them down as swiftly as they were spoken. Shuichi was nervous about what to say? "Just keep it short and simple. Offer the roses, say you like him, and wait for his answer." Shuichi was worried Kokichi would be lying if he said he liked him back? "Knowing him, he'll probably immediately declare his love was a lie, so you don't have to worry about being tricked, just accept that this is his way of turning you down. It's not the best way, but on the other hand, it's not the worst."

The pep talk was kept short, because as soon as they reached the second floor of the dorms, Rantaro paused, gave Shuichi a thumbs up, and pointed to where Kokichi was waiting with a tapping foot and an unusually sharp outfit outside Shuichi's room.

Shuichi gave a light gasp; he glanced to Rantaro once more for reassurance, and slowly, hesitantly, he made his way towards Kokichi. As Kokichi checked the watch Rantaro wasn't even aware he had, Shuichi quietly brought out the roses in front of him, seeming to shake off his nerves as he took a deep breath.

Rantaro held in a chuckle as he leaned on the wall next to the stairwell door.

C'mon... C'mon, notice hi – yes! Haha, eye contact made!

Kokichi had glanced up, and Rantaro had to try hard to hold in his giggles as he saw how red Kokichi got within a few seconds. Of course, a blink later and the blush was gone, and Kokichi was casually talking with Shuichi with his hands behind his head.

Rantaro couldn't hear them well, but that was a normal experience for him when it came to match making. He simply leaned forward a tad and strained to make out what they were saying.

"... -cy... ting you here!"

".... Wanted ... Wait, this is my room, why – nevermind."

"So? Does Shuichi ... something... say to me?"

Rantaro crossed his fingers. Do it, do it, do it, do it!

"Yeah, actually. I... you these."

Shuichi offered Kokichi the flowers, and Rantaro silently cheered as he watched Kokichi blush again, taking the flowers with what was probably a snarky comment, though Rantaro couldn't hear it from here. Shuichi went red as well, though not on the same level as Kokichi, and Rantaro inwardly happy danced.

Ooh, but it seems the show wasn't over yet. There were still the mutual feelings to confess!

"Ooh, why... Shuichi... ?

"Er... You see..."

Shuichi glanced back at Rantaro discreetly. Rantaro made sure to give him the very specific thumbs up and grin found in that HTTYD3 meme. Shuichi gave him a light nod, smiling, and turned back to Kokichi, taking a deep breath.

"I really like you, Kokichi. Romantically."

Rantaro beamed, pumped the air with his fist; he had to restrain himself from outwardly celebrating too much, but c'mon, who wouldn't be excited?! Especially when it involved a best friend? Rantaro sighed in relief as he thought about how he'd no longer have to listen to Kokichi's pining rants, and as he realized that he should probably leave and start planning how to tease Kokichi at their next hang out, he nearly missed Kokichi pull Shuichi down into their first kiss.

Rantaro chuckled and left, humming a song that played while he was at the flower shop.

Now, if only he could get Kaito and Korekiyo to stop being oblivious that easily...

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balancingdiet · 5 years

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Tabula Rasa

Detective Conan & Magic Kaito Characters: Shinichi/Kaito Words: 2400 ish Chapter: (1) … (20) (END) (Extras)

Shinichi always finds his neighbour weird. But he didn’t expect to find his neighbour lying on a patch of grass and donned in Kaitou Kid’s costume, too.

Hate seemed like a strong word, but Kaito wasn’t sure what else to term his feelings towards Hakuba when all he wanted to do was to put laxative in his tea every day.

And amazingly, even when Hakuba was thousand over miles away, Kaito still stayed true to his feelings, and he considered the cost-benefits analysis of flying to London to spike the very tea Hakuba was sipping now.

Then, on the top of Kaito’s phone screen, Hakuba made a show of placing his porcelain cup on a round and exquisite-looking table before shifting his front camera back to his face.

“Do you like my coffee table? You can only find this design in Britain,” Hakuba said, flicking his (stupid) fringe aside. ”I can send one over to you as a house-warming gift.”

Kaito gritted his teeth. “No.”

“What about a mirror?” Akako suggested on the bottom of Kaito’s phone screen. “I know places that can do special customization.”

“I don’t need anything from the both of you.”

“Clearly.” Akako scoffed, narrowing her eyes. “Seeing that your birds are taking up most of the spaces in your house.”

Kaito glanced over his shoulder, checking what Akako saw to make the statement. And it was true. His doves were all over the living room, standing on everything that was possible for them to perch on; he should probably only let the few obedient ones out if he didn’t want his neighbours to think he was planning a coup d'état with his doves.

Saying nothing to Akako’s comment, Kaito returned to his front door. He was still in the midst of moving his things inside his house before the three-way video call happened, and the two pesky non-humans (one devil and one witch) called him and demanded a house tour inside.

“Ok. I’m ending the call—”

“Wait.”

“What now.” Kaito scowled at Hakuba on the screen.

“So… Are you sure about this?”

Kaito sighed. “For the hundredth time, I’ve already said I will honour the bet—”

“Not that.” Hakuba waved a hand. “I’m asking if you’re sure you don’t want a coffee table—”

Kaito cut the video call and headed out of the house.

Pushing his phone in his back pocket, he walked to his mailbox, where the delivery guys kindly left his moving boxes. He was about to lift one up when a voice called out from behind.

“Hello.”

Kaito placed the box back on the ground and turned.

When their eyes met, the middle-age woman smiled as she approached to Kaito’s side. “I heard the truck pulled over and figured today’s the day,” the woman said, before handing a pack of cookies to Kaito. “Here’s a little welcome gift for you; I baked them this morning.”

“Oh, wow thanks.” Kaito bowed, accepting the bag. He hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon so this would definitely come in handy... “After I unpack my stuff, I’ll be sure to pop by with a gift,” he said.

“Please don’t worry about it.” The woman laughed. “Anyway, my name is Chiyo, and—”

“Good afternoon, Chiyo-san,” a lady across Kaito’s house called out, one hand holding onto a little girl while the other hand was in the air, ready to give a wave. But she stopped and tilted her head instead when she spotted Kaito.

“Good afternoon,” Chiyo greeted back before gesturing to Kaito. “He’s the new neighbour.”

Realization dawned upon the other lady’s face as she and the little girl crossed over to Kaito’s house. “Hello."

“Hi.” Kaito smiled. And when Chiyo casted him a curious look, he remembered he hadn’t introduced himself, and added, “My name is Kuroba Kaito.”

“I’m Mizuno Kyoko.” Kyoko then gestured to the little girl, who was standing behind her. “This is my daughter, Sakura.”

The girl hid even further behind her mother when Kaito glanced at her.

“Sorry about that, she’s shy around new people,” Kyoko said apologetically.

“That’s alright.” Kaito slowly bent forward and showed an encouraging smile. “Hello Sakura-chan, nice to meet you.”

Then, with a flick of a wrist and a snap later, a lollipop appeared in between his fingers.

Sakura gasped in awe and unconsciously stepped towards Kaito’s hand. She glanced hopefully at Kyoko, seemingly to ask for permission, and when Kyoko nodded, Sakura gleefully took the lollipop from Kaito’s hand.

“Thank you,” Sakura said bashfully.

Kaito smiled. And at the exact moment after he straightened up, Kyoko suddenly waved at whatever was over Kaito’s shoulder.

“Oh, Kudo-san.”

Kaito blinked.

Kudo?

Sakura’s face lit up, a complete change from her timid demeanour. “Shinichi nii-san!” she exclaimed.

Kaito blinked again.

Kudo and Shinichi?

KUDO SHINICHI?!

Kaito robotically turned, and he barely managed to stop his eyes from widening too much and rolling out of his sockets.

There, in the damn flesh, was indeed the Kudo Shinichi he wasn't hoping to be.

Before deciding to purchase his house in this area, Kaito had checked every resident’s information, like knowing Chiyo was now living alone after her second daughter recently married off, and that Kyoko’s ex-husband and Sakura’s father was an alcoholic and serving a long and deserving time in prison.

And as for the house next to his, Kaito was sure it would be empty, given the fact he knew the family who owned it had migrated to Australia.

Kaito closed his eyes briefly, but when he opened them, Shinichi was still standing there, his hand hovering over his mailbox’s latch.

Great. Another nightmare I can’t wake up from.

With the lack of news coverage about the detective’s Shinigami ability, Kaito thought Shinichi had gone undercover in Africa or something after he defeated the Black Organization. But who knew he was still in Japan, and living right next to him—

Chiyo waved, bidding Shinichi over. “Shinichi boy, come and introduce yourself to the new neighbour.”

Shinichi boy? Well, I'll be damned.

Leaving his mailbox, Shinichi trudged over to Kaito and the little crowd. He greeted everyone—while patting Sakura’s head—before acknowledging Kaito with a look.

An observing look, to be exact.

Then, to Kaito’s surprise, Shinichi raised a hand, but rather than pulling Kaito’s cheek or pointing his tranquilliser watch, his hand stopped at their waists' level.

“Hi, I’m Kudo Shinichi,” Shinichi said.

“Uh, um, hi, my name is Ta—” Kaito pursed his lips, glancing at the witnesses that would definitely expose the fake name he was about to use. Groaning inwardly, he mustered a smile, and tentatively reached out for Shinichi’s hand. “My name is Kuroba Kaito.”

“Well,” Shinichi said, dropping his hand to his side after the handshake (which was the most awkward one Kaito ever had in his life). “Hope you’ll enjoy staying here.”

Barely an hour had passed since he moved in and Kaito was already wondering if it was even remotely possible… But nonetheless, he showed a grin and a thumbs up, hoping it was enough as a facade.

“Thanks, neighbour; I’ll count on you for that.”

Shinichi didn’t return the smile, but he gave a nod back in the end.

“I’ll try to do what I can.”

Kaito groaned and put a hand over his eyes.

When it didn't help to reduce the intensity of the glaring sunlight on his eyelids, he kicked his legs around, trying find his blanket and hide underneath it. But then he remembered it was still hanging outside to dry since yesterday afternoon...

Kaito groaned again, already losing the drowsiness in him to get back the sleep he wanted. He peeled open his eyes and stared at the ceiling in frustration.

There were two things Kaito could blame for his current predicament: One, the sun’s existence, or two, his laziness for not drawing the curtain close last night—

“Ow.” Kaito sat up, swatting a hand over Yoshi who just pecked his forehead. The three jabs were a lot more painful than the morning greetings it usually gave, until Kaito realized it wasn’t really morning now. The clock on his wall showed half past noon.

Rubbing his forehead, Kaito climbed out of his bed. He figured the aggressiveness might be linked to the, perhaps, empty bird feeder bowl in the backyard, until he saw where Yoshi had flown off after pecking Kaito.

It was standing next to the closed balcony window, and on the other side of the glass was its comrade, Tamago—who didn’t return when Kaito did roll-call last night.

“Wow.” Kaito scoffed before shuffling towards the glass and squatted down. “So you’re finally back. And I thought you’ve eloped or something—"

Then Kaito frowned, eyes squinting at the note he found tied to Tamago’s leg. Sighing, he pushed the balcony door open, and Tamago flew right in, landing on his bed.

Kaito whistled, signalling Tamgo back as it flew to his wrist. He untied the string and unrolled the note.

Come to my house once you see this. - Kudo Shinichi

“Huh. Did you stay over at Shinichi’s house?” Kaito cast Tamago a scandalised look. "So is he your new owner now? Are you his messenger too?”

Tamago cooed.

“First was Aoko, and now—” Kaito sighed. “Why did I waste so much money on sunflower seeds for you...”

Looking at the paper one last time, Kaito rolled it up and kept it pressed under a stationary holder on his desk (it was too cute(?) to be thrown away, but he wasn’t sure what to do with it at the moment either). The meeting didn’t sound urgent, and even if it was, he believed Shinichi wouldn’t send it via a note like this. So he spent some time in the bathroom to freshen himself, top up the bird feeder bowl, and water his rose plantations (including Aoko's blue roses), before heading over to Shinichi’s home.

While walking the short distance, Kaito wondered what the meeting could be about. He already briefed Shinichi about the things they needed to do for their next volunteering session, and when he checked the Shinichi’s mailbox, it was clear from shit too—

Kaito sucked a breath through his teeth at a new thought. Could it be that Tamago shit inside his house? Damn, he hoped it was anything but the sofa. Knowing the material, it would take ages for him to rub it off.

Reaching outside Shinichi’s door, Kaito raised a hand and prepared to knock, but his arm fell back to his side when he read the note that was pasted on it.

The door isn’t lock.

Kaito raised an eyebrow. Am I in some Alice in Wonderland dream or something... Shrugging to himself, he twisted the door knob and entered.

“Uh, yo?” Kaito said into the seemingly empty house—

“Just in time,” Shinichi called out from where Kaito knew was the direction of the kitchen. “Come here.”

Taking in a breath, Kaito widened his eyes.

“What on earth...?” he muttered, before mindlessly taking the first step towards the kitchen, and another, and another—

Standing by the dining table in the weirdest-looking apron Kaito ever seen, Shinichi closed the cap of the squeeze bottle. He then turned, smiling expectedly at Kaito before showing the plate of omelette rice with squiggly red lines made out of tomato sauce.

“Happy Birthday, Kaito,” Shinichi said.

Kaito blinked. Then, stupidly, he fished out the phone in his pocket, which he hadn’t gotten around to checking after waking up. Below the date that stated June 21, there were multiple birthday texts and missed calls from different people: his mother, Jii, Hakuba, Akako, Keiko and even... Aoko’s dad.

He had completely forgotten about his birthday.

“How did you—” Kaito raised his head, but stopped when he realized Shinichi knew it from one of Aoko’s diary entries.

Shinichi didn’t respond to Kaito's unfinished question, probably knowing Kaito already figured it out himself.

“I don’t know what to do or give you, too, so I figured this,” Shinichi said, awkwardly glancing at the kitchen—where Kaito also spotted a new frying pan—and then at the omelette rice. “You said you craved for omelette rice.”

Kaito frowned. “When did I ever say that?”

“You did,” Shinichi said firmly as he untied the apron’s ribbon around his neck and placed it on the back of a chair. “Remember that volunteer session when Rina’s mom brought omelette rice for lunch and you saw it? You said that back then.”

“Wha— That’s months ago.”

“You know how to speed read and I have a good memory. Life’s fair and equal.”

“Um, actually I also have a good memory—”

Shinichi narrowed his eyes. “This is not a competition.”

Chortling, Kaito walked towards the edge of the dining table. He stared at the omelette rice, the same scent that hit him when he first stepped into the house was still strong and lingering.

“The rice isn’t any kind of rice,” Shinichi said, as if reading Kaito’s thoughts. “It’s the fried rice that Aoko taught you to cook.”

Kaito slowly nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

Though the yearning had toned down comparatively, this was still the greatest gift Kaito ever received; he thought he only missed Aoko’s cooking, who knew he would miss something as silly as the smell too—cooking on his own had deprived him the ability to take in the strong scent of the fried rice at one go...

“Just a disclaimer, though,” Shinichi began as he passed a spoon to Kaito. “I used mostly my gut-feelings and observations—from when you were cooking—to make the rice. As for the omelette, I asked Rina’s mother for advice, and also looked up video tutorials online.”

Kaito mutely nodded.

“It may not taste the best, but it’s the best I can do.” Shinichi nervously scratched the side of his cheek before looking back at Kaito. “So, yeah. Happy Birthday.”

Kaito twiddled with the spoon, feeling the weight of the utensil and the words he hadn’t figured out to say.

Thanks felt too much of an understatement for all the things Shinichi had done for Kaito—and it wasn't including this or his birthday wish. He got to admit he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings all that outwardly or verbally besides showing grins and smiles, be it fake or real, but this time, Kaito thought Shinichi should know.

Shinichi should know.

Kaito placed the spoon back on the table, which earned him a questionable look from Shinichi.

This might not be the best way, but it was the best Kaito could do too.

Walking around the dining table and closing the distance between them, Kaito pulled Shinichi in for a hug.

#dcmk #kaishin #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #detective conan #THIS IS THE END!!#thank you all for reading!#tabula rasa

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sweetchcolate · 5 years

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fandom: Magic Kaito

words: 1106

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It was cold.

It was really cold.

And the worse was that it snuck in from everywhere. Any opening the cold found, it followed with mad glee: under his gloves and sleeves, under the legs of his pants, into his socks and shoes, and even under his collar, the cold trapped between clothes and skin.

He had long lost any sensation in his fingers and toes, and his face was getting numb, the first victims being his nose and that little patch of skin where his monocle rested. Kid was even wondering if his brain hadn’t malfunctioned because of the biting cold, hallucinating the presence of one Nakamori Aoko.

“Nakamori-chan?” he asked, trying to blink the illusion away. Nope, it really was her, appropriately dressed for the weather in a pink coat and gray gloves, holding a plastic bag to her torso. “How…?”

“The tower telescopes,” Aoko answered, her voice muffled behind the thick scarf wrapped around the lower half of her face. Her breath came out in puffs, forming wispy clouds. “You know, the ones tourists use to see the town.”

“You managed to spot me?” He was baffled, but managed to keep most of his surprise under the tight reign of his poker face. Finding someone through binoculars was long and tedious, the human-scale equivalent of a needle in the middle of a haystack, even if he was decked in all white, an obvious big fat target. And in the middle of the night, with all the light pollution? It was practically mission impossible.

Aoko shrugged, casual. “I knew you’d be somewhere high up, but close to the museum. So that’s where I looked.”

Sound logic, he’d give her that. But to comb through all the skyscrapers and other tall buildings, trying to spot someone in white without any certainty he’d be there… “It must have taken you a while.”

“A bit.”

He blinked. Strange… the Nakamori Aoko he knew would have said something along the lines of “do you have any idea how long it took me to find you? Stupid thief, I almost froze my butt off.” Not answer with the understatement of the century.

And she was too quiet. Aoko never made her feelings a secret: she screamed, and pouted, and frowned, and blushed, but she wasn’t so… reserved, so closed off. He didn’t quite like it.

“In that case, I must congratulate you on your dedication,” Kid told her, clapping and swallowing a pained hiss at the sting when his frozen palms made contact. His voice took on a teasing lilt, wanting to rile her up a little. “But if you wanted my attention, there are better ways to go.”

Like he expected, Aoko bristled, tightening her hold on the plastic bag tucked to her chest. If she was a cat, Kid was pretty sure all the hair on her body would be standing on end. “That’s not it!”

"Oh, so you didn’t seek me out hoping for a whirlwind romance?”

“Be serious for a minute!” Aoko hissed, face taking on a rosy hint from anger and the chill and he laughed. He didn’t mean to push her like this, he really didn’t, but how could he hold back on the teasing when she reacted this way?

“That’s sixty seconds too many−” A sneeze rudely interrupted him mid-sentence. Then another, and another, followed by a fourth one that left his eyes watery and his throat itching. “Sorry about that.”

A frown came to Aoko’s face. “You’re going to catch a cold. Don’t you have anything warm to wear?”

“I do.” Kid rubbed his hands up and down against his arms to generate heat. He smiled, sheepish. “But I hoped I could tough out the cold.”

“…dummy,” she muttered, and his smile turned soft despite the insult, catching on the undertone of worry in her voice and choosing not to draw attention to it. Aoko shifted on her feet, casting an uncertain look at her plastic bag, at him, then back at the plastic bag, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.

After a few moments of internal debate, she finally looked up, expression determined, blue eyes focused, and made her way to him. Kid stood at full length, clenching his muscles to brace himself as the gears in his brain spun at full speed in anticipation of everything that could happen in the next ten seconds.

He definitely didn’t expect for Aoko to shove her plastic bag against his chest, the impact drawing a pained grunt from his lips. “Hold this,” she told him, voice brooking no argument, and his body obeyed the order, mind blanking as all the possible scenarios he had planned for went up in smokes.

A second later, something warm and fluffy brushed against his mouth. Kid wondered if, somehow, he hadn’t been knocked out by the hit and if this wasn’t some kind of black out induced dreaming, but when he blinked again and again, the same sight remained: her scarf, Aoko’s scarf, pressed to the lower half of his face, red blossoming on Aoko’s cheeks as she looked at him with round blue eyes.

(Something told him her reaction had nothing to do with the cold.)

“Nakamori-chan?” he breathed, voice muffled but the wonder in his tone soft and clear. Aoko started, averting her gaze, lashes fluttering, and mouth twisting in what he could only call embarrassment.

“H-hold still,” she stuttered. Her arms rose to loop the ends of her scarf behind his neck, tugging to make sure it was snug around him before securing the tips under the lapels of his suit. When she was done, she took a few steps back, clasping her shaking hands behind her back.

“Heating packs. You can stick them inside your suit,” Aoko squeaked, gesturing to the bag with a tilt of her head and refusing to look him in the face. “Keep the scarf.” With that, she whirled around and practically ran away, leaving behind a dazed Kid.

He stared at the spot she had vacated for long moments, sight fogging with each breath he exhaled, mind slow and muted like it was filled with cotton as he tried to comprehend what happened in the last minute or so. The plastic bag in his hands crinkled and he looked at its content, finding inside exactly what Aoko promised. Something warm and fuzzy burst from his chest, spreading through his veins to his fingertips and toes, up his neck and into his cheeks, burning him from the inside out.

He didn’t feel cold anymore.

But Kid was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the heating packs.

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a/n: tfw you want to finish one of your wips but you write another fic instead lol

#magic kaito #kuroba kaito #nakamori aoko #kaiao #kaitou kid #fluff #sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #my fanfiction

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stillebesat · 5 years

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The Blue Exchange (2/3)

Detective Conan/Magic Kaito: Hakuba Saguru, Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko, Baaya Blurb: Of all the things Saguru expected to find upon coming back to Japan after accidentally getting dyed blue while on a case in London, having Kuroba Kaito offer to help return his appearance to normal wasn’t one of them. Editor’s Note: Takes place after An Expression of Gratitude but you don’t need to read that fic to understand what’s happening in this one. Fic Type: General Overall Fic Warnings: Near Death Experience (mentioned), Death talk (mentioned)

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Despite spending the entire school day blending in with his equally colorful peers thanks to Kuroba’s antics, Saguru was more than relieved to slide into the back of Baaya’s car where the tinted windows gave him enough privacy that he could drop his careful, neutral, uncaring attitude and let out a long sigh, running his fingers through his blue hair.

“Long day, Botchama?” Baaya asked from the front as she turned on the engine.

“And getting longer.” He said, looking up to meet her concerned eyes in the rearview mirror. “I need to--”

“To go to Kuroba-kun’s home.” She said with a nod. “I do remember your call today at lunch.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

Call? He’d made no such call--Kuroba. Saguru exhaled, fishing his phone out of his pocket to check his call history. Sure enough, someone had used his phone to contact her in the middle of their lunch break. “Of course. Apologies, Baaya. As you said...it’s been a long day.”

She made a noise of concern, eyeing him. “Perhaps you should delay your meet up then until after you get some res--”

Saguru shook his head, slipping his phone back into his pocket and closed his eyes as he leaned back, relaxing as the car pulled away from the school. “I’ll be fine, Baaya. I’ve gone with less sleep before.”

And he had to admit, he was growing more curious. First the note. Now the phone call...a backup measure just in case he didn’t see the original message? Why risk it? Why be so---bold?

It didn’t make any sense.

Why would Kuroba want to meet with him? There had been no need---for well, any of this. For pretending that he was the one to dye him blue. For ensuring that Saguru wasn’t the sole focus of gawking stares from his peers for the day.

While it hadn’t been unwelcomed...it definitely was out of character for his KID suspect.

Especially when today could only be considered a small reprieve. He was still no closer to getting the dye out of his skin and with Kuroba periodically changing the rest of their classmates back to normal before school let out...it meant that tomorrow--

Saguru grimaced, fingers clenching on the seat as Baaya slowed at a light before turning right, taking them the opposite direction from their home.

Tomorrow he’d be the only one in his class still blue.

It probably would cause some raised eyebrows, but not much comment for maybe the next day or two. After all, Kuroba did target him with tricks and pranks that took time for him to get rid of.

But the longer he went without returning to normal...the more likely it would be that the truth would get out about--

“Botchama? We’re here.”

Saguru slowly opened his eyes, taking in the house before him, not at all surprised they’d arrived so quickly. He knew that Aoko-san and Kuroba walked to school, hence they would have to live close by.

But he, himself, hadn’t come here since he first pegged Kuroba as his most likely KID candidate.

Saguru had considered doing so after the incident at the heist where he’d ended up in a brief coma, but it hadn’t felt right to disturb Kuroba on his turf. Not when they weren’t quite...friends...and not quite enemies anymore either.

Baaya turned in her seat, giving him a studying look. “Do you need me to wait?”

Saguru glanced around the neighborhood to ensure no one was about before he opened the door. “I’m not sure how long I will be.” He said slipping out, offering her a tight smile. He didn’t know what Kuroba wanted with him or why he said to meet here. At his place. It was just...odd. Odd for his KID suspect. Kuroba had never wanted him near his house before. “I’ll give you a call when I’m ready.”

She nodded, a crease forming between her eyes as she looked to the house. “Do be careful, Botchama.” She cautioned.

“Of course.” He said, shutting the door, rubbing the scars on his right arm as he quickly headed for the front door before anyone could see his blue complexion, wary for any...traps that may be waiting for him.

Just because the house looked like any other normal home on the block didn’t mean it actually was safe for him to approach it in a normal manner.

In retrospect, Saguru exhaled as he paused on the doorstep. He had no idea if Kuroba was even home. After all, school had barely been out fifteen minutes, surely it wasn’t enough time for him to get--

The door opened just as he raised his hand to knock, revealing Kuroba already out of his school uniform and wearing a simple maroon long-sleeved shirt and pants.

Good news. Kuroba didn’t look surprised to see him. So he’d been correct in assuming the message and phone call were from him, though how he’d gotten home and changed so quickly was a question Saguru doubted the magician would answer should he ask it. Had he run? Left school early to hide any potential evidence?

Kuroba raised an eyebrow to Saguru’s hand before his eyes flickered to the street behind him, taking in Baaya’s car and the neighborhood before he took a step back, gesturing for him to come inside. “You gonna stand there all day like some sort of garden gnome?”

More good news. With his skin dyed currently as it was, there was no way Kuroba would be able to see him flush even though Saguru could feel his cheeks burning. “Are you actually inviting me inside?” He asked, dropping his hand. As much as he wanted to get out of sight--he couldn’t believe that his KID suspect was actually letting him enter his home like this.

Kuroba smirked, though his eyes held a careful caution to them, his shoulders a hair higher than they’d been seconds before. “Yes? It’s not like I have anything to hide from you Mr. Detective.” He said, turning his back on Saguru and heading deeper inside. “Don’t bother with the guest shoes though, I don’t need them changing colors.”

Saguru made a face, shutting the door behind him and toeing off his shoes before he cautiously followed his classmate deeper into the house. If this situation had occurred in the first thirty-six hours of him being rescued from the vat, Kuroba would have had a valid concern. But his clothes had stopped turning blue from the excess dye coming off his skin before the second day was through.

He’d expected Kuroba to guide him into the living room or else the kitchen where there would be less of a chance of him coming across anything incriminating, but the magician darted up the stairs with a simple “Come on,” tossed over his shoulder.

Saguru stopped at the bottom of the staircase, frowning as he looked about the house. Why did he feel like he was walking into some sort of trap? Surely Kuroba wouldn’t actually let a detective intent on catching KID into his inner doma--

“Dude, I don’t have all day. Get up here.” Kuroba’s voice echoed down the stairs.

“Forgive me for being skeptical of your intentions, Kuroba-kun.” Hakuba said, warily climbing the steps.

A soft laugh reached his ears. “Like I said, Hakubaka I have nothing to hide.”

So why invite him inside now of all times? Why not months earlier? Why not the first time he’d come snooping around? Saguru ran his fingers along the scars on his arm. Surely their talk at the ferris wheel hadn’t changed that much between them...right? While there had been miniscule adjustments in their dynamic since then, he hadn’t considered it enough to warrant this current meeting.

Unsure what to expect as he topped the stairs, Saguru paused once more, taking in the small details of a section of the house he’d never expected to see without a warrant.

Kuroba was waiting for him, leaning against the wall by a door that more than likely led to his bedroom. His arms were crossed, eyes intent on Saguru. “Alright, out with it. What actually happened to you?”

Saguru raised an eyebrow. All this intrigue...for a question? Kuroba could have asked him at school easily enough. “I thought that was obvious.” What wasn’t obvious was why Kuroba waited until they were upstairs to ask him.

Kuroba rolled his eyes, fingers twitching on his arm as he leaned forward. “Let me rephrase then, tell me how you ended up looking like a blueberry.”

Saguru grimaced, running a hand through his hair, careful to maintain eye contact with his classmate. It was probably only fair that he knew the truth, since the magician had covered for him at school today. Still… he didn’t like-- “While in London I was assigned to help the police there track down a man who was stealing recipes for creating certain specialized colors within a well known textile company.” He recited. “When I discovered the potential identity of the thief and that he was working at one of their factories I went and confronted him. He took off along the catwalks and I gave chase, but I--” Saguru broke eye contact, instead focusing on a small hallway table that held a vase of red roses. “I ended up falling into a large vat of cobalt dye when I rounded a corner too fast and fell over the railing.”

“You...fell.”

Again, Saguru thanked the Gods that Kuroba couldn’t see how red his face had to be getting. It was an embarrassing situation as it was. He didn’t really need to give his classmate more fodder for his teasing and pranks at school. “Yes and the thief shut the vat’s lid on me before I could escape.”

Complete darkness. Unable to get more than a tenuous handhold on a single weathered rung. His right arm still hadn’t recovered its full strength, even with the past couple of months of physical therapy, to be able to pull him up any higher to reach the lid and push it open.

He’d been stuck waiting, clinging to the side of the vat filled with dye. Waiting for the thief or a worker to turn it on and kill him from the heat without ever knowing he’d been trapped inside.

A shiver went down his spine. There had been no reason for the police to come looking for him there. Not with the walls of the vat too thick for him to be heard if he screamed.

He drew in a shaky breath. Yet...somehow, they had found him. “It took an officer fifty-three minutes to find me and help me out after they caught him.”

An officer he’d never gotten a chance to thank. Didn’t even know his name. Saguru had been too focused on grabbing the man’s arm and getting out of the vat and back to safety. By the time he’d recovered his senses, the officer had vanished and he hadn’t been at the police station when Saguru had come to file his statement and see the textile thief locked up.

“And I’ve looked like this ever since.”

Saguru flinched as Kuroba unexpectedly took his left arm, avoiding the right like he’d been doing since the accident at the heist.

He hadn’t realized the magician had moved closer to him.

Kuroba pushed up the sleeve to rub his thumb over his blue skin, a contemplative look on his face. “Textile dye huh.” He mumbled.

He knew that look. Knew what Kuroba had to be thinking. “It’s not like you can fix it, Kuroba-kun.” He said, shaking his head. Why would he even want to? “This isn’t like yours or KID’s dyes where a bit of baby powder, vinegar, or lemon juice will wash it all out.”

Kuroba smirked, tugging him towards the open door halfway down the hallway. “You already tried all that?”

“I’ve tried everything.” He said, following his classmate to what looked like an ordinary bedroom...with the exception of a giant portrait of a magician hanging on the wall. Saguru frowned, but tore his attention away from it to focus on Kuroba. Thanks to all the pranks he’d had to endure over the past year and a half from him, Saguru had quite the arsenal of potential fixes to try. “Nothing works, Kuroba-kun.” He pulled his arm free, gesturing to himself. “I’m still as blue as when they pulled me out and that’s been a week ago now.”

Kuroba rubbed his fingers together, a mischievous gleam to his eyes as he gave another not-quite KID grin. “Not everything.”

To Be Continued Chapter 3

#The Blue Exchange #stillebesat #DCMK #Magic Kaito #Hakuba Saguru #Kuroba Kaito #Baaya #near death experience tw #death talk tw

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imaginedanganronpa · 6 years

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Valentine’s Day with the NDRV3 Boys!

I know this is a little bit late, but I had plans of my own the the 14th and I still wanted to do a little something cute for Valentine’s Day. They’re just Drabbles, but I hope you enjoy this anyway!

Saihara Shuichi

During the past few weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, Saihara would talk about how he didn’t really see a point in the Holiday - how you should always show your partner that you love them, regardless of the day.

But secretly, he’s overflowing with excitement! He can’t wait to spend your first Valentine’s Day together and shower you in love. Saihara is undoubtedly a hopeless romantic when it comes to this sort of thing, but he doesn’t want to downplay your normal dates.

He goes overboard with your gifts and plans as well because he’s been getting everything together for weeks.

Saihara has scheduled dinner, your date, your gifts, the house decorations, and what he’s going to say to you when you wake up - everything has been set aside and perfected well in advance.

When you wake up, Saihara would already be waiting patiently. As soon as he sees you stirring, he’d start covering you in kisses and whispering a lovely, “Happy Valentine’s Day, hun,” into your ear. Afterwards, he’d bring you breakfast in bed and a bouquet of roses to start off your morning.

Saihara spends the whole day with you. He soon realizes that, although this may be just like any other day, it feels more special than average and he starts to understand the hype around today.

He drowns you in compliments and you two get ready at the same time - showering together, then getting dressed-up for the date night he’s planned. It honestly makes you feel a little bit bad since you toned down your own gifts and plans since you thought Saihara wouldn’t be as into it as you are, but he’s done quite the opposite.

Afterwards, he’d take you to your favorite restaurant, pieced together with candles on the table and another vase of roses to set the mood. And after dinner, he’s planned to walk along a river hand-in-hand, just to take in the sights and romantic setting, and to have a little bit more privacy with you.

Honestly, Saihara is quite nervous and flustered all day. He’s definitely not used to this sort of thing and it’s all new to him, but there’s no one else he would rather spend today with.

“I can’t wait to celebrate every year with you,” he says lovingly as you stand on the pier overlooking the water; he gazes into your eyes and whispers, “Will you be my forever-Valentine?” before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, smiling into the embrace.

Ouma Kokichi

Well, Valentine’s Day with Ouma is a bit unpredictable.

He would forget about the Holiday until the very last minute and then rush to try to get you a nice gift; he has a bad habit of doing this, though. He would glance at the calendar the night before, remembering what tomorrow was and sending himself into a panic.

On February 14th, he would pretend to be a little bit oblivious just to put you over the edge. “What do you mean, (Y/N)? Today isn’t a Holiday! Are you pranking me?” He asks with a teasing, childlike tone; this is kind of his cover for forgetting, though.

Because Ouma has a bad habit of putting things off until the night before and forgetting to make any special arrangements or plans, you have to have an at-home date since everywhere else is already overbooked with reservations.

You two end up spending the day cuddling on the couch and watching cheesy, romantic movies. He would burst into sudden, random fits of sobbing that were so obviously fake, crying crocodile-tears at the cliche films.

Ouma would continue with his ruse of pretending like he didn’t know what today was for several hours, then surprise you with a big bouquet of roses and your favorite sweets, bombarding you with love and compliments.

He was excited but he’d never admit to it; he was giddy like a little kid and bouncing with joy at the thought of getting to spend Valentine’s Day with you, for the first time ever!

He surprised you with how romantic he could be when he got serious. Ouma drops down to one knee and spills out his heart for you, tricking you into thinking he was going to propose as he sweetly drones on and on about how dearly he loved you and how much you meant to him.

With an overemotional tone, he asks, “Will you be my Valentine?” It causes you to giggle and nod your head with a wide smile spread across your face as you gesture him into a kiss.

Then, he smashes his lips into yours. Through the kiss, he mumbles, “I don’t just want to be your Valentine, though; I want to be your lover forever.”

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro is so good at keeping secrets and planning surprises, it’s honestly a bit shocking. He would disappear at random, sometimes inconvenient times, and then pop back up hours later. He’s been planning your first ever Valentine’s Day together for a while now.

But he continues to pretend like his disappearances are nothing just to throw you off; he’d insist that he had no clue what you were talking about, which only made you more curious as to what he had up his sleeve.

Rantaro would sleep through the alarm on February 14th and treat it just like any other morning, not saying anything about Valentine’s Day to you after awakening; this leaves you patiently waiting for him to do or say anything special.

But he’s a huge romantic, so of course Rantaro has something planned. He’d soon excuse himself and bring in the balloons and flowers with a teddy-bear under one arm and a single red rose pressed in-between his lips, causing your jaw to drop and for you to watch your boyfriend with wide eyes. He smirks at your reaction, “You didn’t think I’d forget about you, right?”

Rantaro planned the perfect date - it was a simple dinner and movie that he topped off with a long walk beside a river. He would talk about how it was almost as gorgeous as you were, lovingly admiring you beside him.

“I love you,” he says out of the blue which surprises you and causes you to flinch, “I truly do. I know I should say it everyday, but today is special, you know? Thank you for everything, my love.”

At the end of the night, he carries you back to your home bridal-style, setting you down on the bed gently and hovering over you to admire your beauty.

He smiles to himself and starts leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbones. Rantaro would worship your body in affection and kisses as his hands explore your skin.

As long as you were consenting and in the mood, you would end your Valentine’s Day in an intimate bliss and fall asleep in a sweaty, tangled mess; but you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

Kiibo

He doesn’t plan anything special for Valentine’s Day since he doesn’t really understand it or know what it is. You never really think to bring it up in conversation since you assumed he was already programmed with that kind of knowledge, which lead to a bit of a disappointing morning.

“Why are there more couples outside than usual?” Kiibo asks curiously. You stare at him, unblinkingly and a bit confused. “Do you not know what today is?” He shakes his head, and suddenly it started making sense.

He hasn’t talked about the Holiday or your plans because he just... didn’t know what it was, no one has ever really explained it to him and he’s never been in a relationship until now. As soon as you explain it, Kiibo feels a sinking feeling inside of him.

He feels so bad for missing it, he never wants to lose an opportunity to show you that he loves you! But he does his research to make up for it and feverishly tries making last-minute reservations somewhere and searches for gift ideas, but to no avail.

Kiibo tries doing all of the cheesy romantic things, like rose petals and candles, but it falls a little bit flat. Everywhere was sold out of flowers and the only thing left behind were small gifts like sweets.

He really isn’t sure what to do and feels terrible for missing such an important Holiday. He doesn’t think he tells you that he loves you enough and is always finding ways to show you that he cares.

Kiibo tries to be smooth and make up for it with an at-home date, but he kept messing up by badly burning the dinner he was trying to prepare.

So, you come to his rescue and you two cook dinner together, which is mainly you preparing the meal and Kiibo watching since he can’t really cook.

He always ends up tipping something over or spilling it on the floor or on himself, and you really don’t want to drag Miu over here on Valentine’s Day to repair him.

You end up making due with what you have and spend the day cuddling on the couch while eating a mediocre dinner. It’s a very normal day, but very lovely. Kiibo promises that next year will be better, but honestly, you have everything you could ever ask for right here in front of you.

Kaito Momota

He’s thrilled to bits to spend your first Valentine’s Day together! Kaito is bursting at the seams with excitement, and he finds it hard to contain himself. He’s always been one for romance so he makes the most out of the Holiday.

He’s also very bad at keeping secrets. You’ve overheard him talking about his plans among friends and family already, and when he notices you standing there, Kaito gets incredibly defensive.

“O-oh, (Y/N)! It’s not like I’m planning a special date for you or anything! N-no way!” He starts internally panicking...

But Kaito has lots of energy and really goes above and beyond for you, trying his best to make today memorable.

He starts off by trying to cook for you, which doesn’t go over as well as he’d planned. You have to intervene and give him a hand, so you spend your Valentine’s morning preparing a nice home-cooked breakfast together.

And since Kaito can’t wait to give you his gifts tonight, he goes ahead and brings them out to you after asking you to close your eyes. He bought a small stuffed animal that was holding a rose along with a box of your favorite sweets, and he wrote a letter for your eyes only where he spilled his deepest feelings for you.

The gesture caused you to brightly blush and bring him into a passionate kiss, as Kaito tells you how much he loves and cherishes you.

Afterwards, you get ready for your plans. Once you put on your final preparations, Kaito is standing there with a dropped-jaw, floored by how stunning you are. “Wow, you look amazing, sweetheart.”

And of course, a date planned by an Astronaut would definitely involve space - he takes you outside of the city so you can stargaze together.

Eventually, you’d fall asleep right there on the grass, loosely holding hands after discussing your relationship and future. You felt content here with Kaito by your side, and thought this was the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day.

He would stir awake and pick you up, leading you back to the car. Once you finally got home in the middle of the night, you’d end your romantic evening with a lazy intimate session of half-asleep love-making, if you were up for it, where Kaito would press kisses anywhere skin was available and mumble about how much he adored you into your neck.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s been planning this day for a long, long time. Korekiyo takes any chance he gets to tell you that he loves you, so he definitely celebrates Valentine’s Day in a big way.

He persuades you into putting on a blindfold so he can surprise you; he doesn’t want you to have any clue where you’re going. Although you were a bit hesitant, you complied and let him carry you bridal-style to the car.

Korekiyo would also surprise you with a gift of some kind, most likely a bouquet of roses, to carry around while you’re in public. He needed to show off, of course. He would get the largest, brightest, most beautiful bouquet he could afford.

You spent the car-ride pestering him to give you any sort of hints as to where you were going, but Korekiyo didn’t budge.

To your own delight and surprise, he’s planned a large, extravagant dinner for two. The finest meal that money could buy, as well as a team of waiters, waitresses, and chefs at your disposal. It felt like a fairy-tale come to life.

The tablecloth was covered in rose petals and candles burned along the center. He seemed to have rented a restaurant just for the two of you; it made you wonder how he managed to pull this off.

Korekiyo showers you in compliments, raving about how elegant you look, and a blush formed on your face. He dressed up as well, in a suit and tie as well as pulling his hair back for the occasion.

“How did you do all this?” You ask with a breathless voice, still completely floored by how beautiful everything was.

Your boyfriend hums to himself with pride, “Don’t worry about it,” he winks at you in a flirty manner. He spent the rest of the evening dropping little hints at you, holding your hand and maintaining the physical touches between the two of you.

Needless to say, it was the nicest date you’ve ever been on together, but the night was still young. Korekiyo would lead you back to your home where he’s prepared a romantic setting in your bedroom. As long as you felt like it, he would tend to all of your needs and treat you like royalty, soaking up the intimacy and skin-on-skin contact.

Eventually, you two would fall asleep holding one another in your arms, completely breathless and exhausted after such a long evening, but it was a Valentine’s Day that you would remember forever.

Gonta Gokuhara

You bring up the idea of Valentine’s Day in the beginning of February. Gonta really didn’t understand at first, staring at you quizzically as he asks, “Valentine’s Day? What’s that?” It took a decent amount of explaining for him to wrap his head around the Holiday.

But... Gentlemen show their love and appreciation everyday! Not just one day out of the year! Gonta wasn’t going to celebrate originally since, “Valentine’s Day is everyday!”

He just wants to make you happy, though, so he gets into the spirit just for you. And when he does, he goes a little bit overboard and realizes that this may not be so bad after all...

Gonta buys you the biggest teddy-bear he can find - it’s the same size as him, which is one reason why he was so attracted to it. That, and he’s never seen a stuffed animal that big before. He was completely floored by it and just had to get it for you!

And maybe it will remind you of him since it’s ‘Gonta-sized,’ as he put it.

Meanwhile, you baked cute Valentine’s Day-themed sweets for him, in the shape of butterflies of course. Gonta was so shocked by the loving gesture, but a little hesitant to eat them since he didn’t want to ‘hurt’ the insects.

He’s not the best at planning things, so you have an at-home date instead. You don’t really mind, though. It was nice to just cuddle up to him and have a lazy date.

You flipped through cheesy romantic films, sobbing together and holding each other as you watched.

Gonta gets pretty antsy, though, and wants to do something bigger and better for Valentine’s Day, because today is special! So, he takes you to his favorite hiking spot and you walk through the winding trail, holding hands and talking about your future.

He leads you to the perfect spot to just look up at the stars and cuddle, having you rest on top of his chest; it was a peaceful last-minute idea.

Although he’s quite new to this, it was a day for the books. He did his best to make it a memorable day for you and Gonta already can’t wait for Valentine’s Day next year.

Ryoma Hoshi

Honestly, Ryoma isn’t too thrilled about Valentine’s Day. What’s the point? He doesn’t need a day to show you that he loves you because he should be doing that everyday, just like any good partner would.

But, as the Holiday creeps closer, he can sense how badly you want to celebrate it together. Ryoma finds it difficult to say no to you, so he eventually gives in with a reluctant sigh.

However, he lets you pick what you two do. He’s never been too keen on choosing dates, anyway, especially not one as important as today.

Ryoma does his best to minimize his complaints since he doesn’t want to upset you. He doesn’t really try as far as celebrating goes - the most he does is buy you a card and a box of chocolates, and maybe a classic rose as well.

It’s hard to get him excited about any Holiday, really. A lot of his gifts are decided last-minute, but it’s better than nothing. He’s also a bit more irritable since he doesn’t like seeing or showing PDA, which is everywhere on Valentine’s Day.

But Ryoma knows how to show his love. He does agree take you to a pretty nice restaurant and fawn all over you, telling how how beautiful you look and showering you in compliments. He gets dressed-up for you as well, topping everything off with a suit and tie. If he’s gotta celebrate, he’s going to do it big.

Ryoma is still pretty new to the whole Valentine’s Day thing and he’s not sure what to do, but he shows his love in the best, most romantic way he can.

He extends his arm across the table and lovingly holds your hand throughout dinner, and starts talking about the future.

You can see a glint of hope in his eyes as he talks about all of the things he wants to do with you. A small grin forms on his lips and you can feel his hand tighten around yours; as much as Ryoma pretends like he has a cold exterior, it’s moments like these where he softens up and shows you his true self.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he says genuinely, a warm smile greeting his face.

- Mod Rantaro

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Swimming in Silk - Chapter 14

Training in front of her, engaging her in conversation and now lending her his clothes…Kagome is starting to suspect that Sesshoumaru is trying to gain her attention.

Sesskag - Romance, Humour, Drama, Angst

Rated M - As always you can read this story on Ao3, fanfiction.net or Dokuga

Chapter One - here Chapter Three - here Chapter Five - here

Chapter Two - here Chapter Four - here Chapter Six - here

Chapter Seven - here Chapter Eight - here Chapter Nine - here Chapter Ten - here Chapter Eleven - here Chapter Twelve - here

Chapter Thirteen - here Chapter Fifteen - here

Vulnerable Visages ~

Sitting at a low table, Kagome leaned over a map, dressed in the clans signature red and white silks. Her legs were bare, the robes left slightly parted. Sesshoumaru sat closed by her side in only his white hakama pants, mokomoko sprawling around them. After quickly bathing, the two had thoughtlessly dressed before glancing over the situation.

"So you have alliances with a bunch of clans, but you need more in case they don't show up to fight. Sensing some mistrust there. Oh, you're on good terms with the Bears right? Aren't they already on your team?" Kagome asked, using colourful terminology to try and make the whole thing less tedious.

"Hn, we trade with the Northern or Southern Bear clans."

Kagome's brow crinkled, and she tapped her finger on the map next to a brown marker. "Okay then, can't you ask for help from them?"

"They do not fight battles unless the East and West join them. And they do not fight battles aligned with the Tanuki. If we want those Bear clans to join us then we must drop-"

"The Tanuki. Who knew Racoon Dogs could be so controversial to be buddies with," she sighed. "You can't drop them or they might close that trading route through that Dragon-ridge mountain path. Wow, I can see why this is so frustrating." She felt like pulling her hair out already.

Sesshoumaru gave a dusty chuckle, appearing far more jadedly amused by the work. "And that is not even counting the subdivisions of youkai in those lands that are not affiliated with the central clans."

"I think I remember a few of those from helping you with those invoice scrolls and messages a while ago. Those Northern Horses were nice, but the smaller clan from Eternal Falls really seemed to hate you."

He hummed, not seeming surprised. Lithe fingers reached out, combing through her locks distractedly. "Conquering lands through battle and massacre is so much easier than negotiating," he muttered almost longingly.

Kagome fought a smile. He sounded like a kid. A murderous, blood-thirsty kid. She then looked towards the mountains, further behind Edo's location. "Wait a sec, there's no alliance marker for the Eastern Wolves."

Sesshoumaru arched a brow, "no. Wolves keep to their own."

Quickly shaking her head, Kagome leaned closer. "I'm good friends with the Prince of that tribe. If you send for aid, Kouga will answer, so long as he knows I'm your uh...Lady," she said, cheeks warming slightly. "At least, if he's still around."

The thought of him also being gone weighed uncomfortably heavy in her chest. Kouga, please not you too...

The demon beside her inclined his head, "from what I know, he is Chief."

Blue eyes brightened. "That's great then! Ask him for support in battle, or open up trading- just break bread. He'll definitely respond," she grinned. Sesshoumaru hummed, placing a pending marker on the wolf tribe area. Kagome wrote down the names of various tribes, clans and associates they could also contact. "There's the Hyakkikoumori on this shore, I hear that Shiori gained some followers and leads them. Oh, and this is where we met-"

She rambled a little, but Sesshoumaru listened, able to imagine her adventures vividly since she painted vibrant pictures of them. He could tell from her enthusiasm that she spoke not out of nervousness, but happiness. His claws flexed through the dark strands that fell down her back. Kagome blushed and got the picture to refocus, though he did not chastise her.

They then lost themselves in work for a time, until Kagome touched a lone red and white marker on the map.

"These are your forces," she murmured, noting the distance between it and the Western Stronghold. "What are they doing so far from the main House?"

"Guarding Bokuseno," he replied in low tones.

Her heart skipped a beat. "H-how many are guarding him?"

"20." He blinked when her jaw hung open. "...Too few?"

"Too many!" She squeaked with exasperation.

"This one has plenty of troops on stand by here, I see no issue."

"You've already stationed some with the Foxes," her voice became thin. Where Shippo is.

Her heart warmed at the realisation, despite herself. Looking at him, she noticed his mouth had thinned into a firm, grim line. "This one will not risk your elixir being lost before I can claim it."

He won't risk my ticket to immortality being lost. Kagome eased closer, reaching up and pressing her lips to a striped cheek. He exhaled, blinking, but she only offered a smile. "You're really sweet, but...at least lower it to 5 guards?"

"15."

"10 then," she grit out.

"Done." He had no actual plans to follow through with their agreement, however.

Kagome narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Mhm. I'm sure General Kaito will be more than happy to tell me if his soldiers still haven't moved from guarding a tree."

Golden eyes narrowed. "He has been loyal and respectful since that stint 30 years ago. I am confident he would not question me, even though he does not know the tree's use."

She rose a brow, shifting to sit on his lap for no particular reason other than she wanted to. Leaning back into his warm bare chest, she lazed her legs over his crossed ones. "Speaking of... He told me that there was a barrier over the Western Stronghold, but now its broken? What happened?"

Sesshoumaru hummed, pulling her closer and using the hollow of her shoulder as a chin rest. "Humans came, thirsty for revenge. Apparently one of their men had been killed by someone of my House. Others joined their cause, who were survivors of armies I decimated in the past. It seems they all banded together in their hatred. We triumphed but they succeeded in breaking the barrier. A few escaped our wrath, which has led to this unrest and bad blood."

Kagome thought for a moment. "Sesshoumaru... If I told you who killed that human who started this mess, would it help anything?" She asked carefully, trusting he wouldn't explode with questions or anger.

Pale lashes lowered, "I suspect I know who it was, and it would be best if you do not say."

Her brows drew together, but she nodded with understanding. Generals like Kaito were probably sorely needed in these times, especially for morale. Kagome felt her mate relax behind her, hearing his breathing become quieter. She patted his hands that were resting on her stomach.

"Time for sleep, my Lord," she murmured, shifting off and gently guiding him toward the pile of awaiting furs. His hand encircled her wrist, tugging her down and moving so that she was trapped beneath him.

"I have little need for rest. It would be wasted hours," his voice came low. "The bed has been far too cold without you."

Kagome smiled, hands sliding over his ears to brush the pointed tips. "Don't be stubborn-"

"You are forbidden to leave," he cut her off, pressing hard kisses to her neck. "Understood?"

Her smile became tremulous. Surely he understood that she never wanted to go? His hands glided over her body, and Kagome shuddered, before his head dropped to her shoulder, the kisses slowing. His muscles slackened. Tired eyes had dropped shut, obviously struggling to stay conscious.

Kagome huffed and wrapped her arms around him, shifting him so that he wasn't squishing her and sliding her fingers through the long strands of silver. "Sleep, Mr. Fancy Feet," she said gently, but with an undercurrent of firmness. He must have been pushing himself to stay awake all this time.

His breathing evened out, body weighing more heavily onto the side of hers. Kagome stared at the ceiling above. Remembering her conversation with Shippo, she breathed out uneasily.

She had to say it, just once, out loud. Then she could lay the subject to rest unless it actually occurred. "You know if...the bed is too cold while I'm gone, you can-" she swallowed. "You can hold someone else, to keep you warm." The words came slow, worming their way out of her insidiously. "And if she turned out to be someone who can make you happier than I can- if you liked her...I-I would..."

Behind...

Her heart thundered with distress. "I would wish nothing but the best for you. I would wish for your happiness."

I'd be left behind-

Nothing but quiet breaths answered her, but that was alright. Because Kagome was not brave enough to say them to a conscious Sesshoumaru. He'd be angry if he heard them, she was certain. He'd wonder if she doubted him- which she didn't. But somehow, losing him had become her worst fear. Her only anchor in the storm of confusion. She was supposed to worry about finding a job. Her education. Being his Lady. What to buy him for his birthday- not whatever this had become. Worrying about not being there for a lonely demon.

She turned her head and looked at the low desk. It looked so busy. She could imagine him in his chambers, spending day after day working. Maybe he'd take breaks. But it wasn't like he socialised. No, her demon probably just opened the sliding doors to let the breeze in and call it 'getting fresh air.'

Kagome stroked the crown of his head, biting her lip.

Even in sleep, he seemed to sense her emotions, letting out a soft rumble from his chest. Lips mindlessly pressed to her shoulder, arms holding tighter. A part of the miko felt possessiveness take hold of her, the bitemarks pulsing on her shoulder. Like his presence lingered inside the scars, snarling at the notion of being separated.

"Foolish, mule-headed wench..." he sighed, words slightly muffled.

Kagome arched a brow. He hadn't called her that in a while. She'd graduated from wench, to miko, to her real name over time. Are you dreaming about something from years ago?

Smiling gently, Kagome rested her cheek against the top of his head, breathing out slowly and drifting off. That's enough...that's enough worrying now. I'm yours for as long as you want me.

After a few days spent on further organisation, Sesshoumaru had dragged himself in a foul mood to a war meeting. Naturally, he understood it was pivotal to their success but it hadn't stopped him from claiming Kagome twice in one morning.

Kagome padded across the courtyard, tugging at her clothes. The dumb Lord had left too many hickeys and marks. It felt like the material caught on her raised skin. Turn about was fair play though.

Smirking to herself, Kagome paid a visit to Ah-Un in the stables, picturing the hickey on the nape of Sesshoumaru's neck that was hidden by the heavy fall of hair.

Patting the dragon's hide and giggling when Un nudged her insistently for food, she heard a small gasp.

Turning on her heel, she spotted a small face peering out from behind an open stable door. Small deer horns were visible, sprouting from a nest of dishevelled brown hair. Kagome smiled and knelt down.

"Hi, don't be afraid," she said amiably. "I'm Kagome, what's your name?"

"You're human," the boy grimaced, shying further away.

Shock thrummed through her, a bubble bursting. He continued to glare at her distrustfully, "Mama said we're being moved from the Western Lands soon. Humans are coming, humans like you-"

"Not like me," she said gently. "I'd never hurt you. Not every human hates demons, I promise."

"Mama said not to trust humans. They're all liars."

Sitting back on her heels, she thought for a moment. "Hm. You know I don't think I've ever really been scared of all demons as a whole species. I became really good friends with a Hanyou and mated a full demon, but that doesn't mean there aren't evil or mean ones. Have other demons ever been mean to you?"

"Mn...my friends, sometimes." He allowed, voice cautious.

"See? It's similar. So, maybe just try and see humans the same way. I know it's hard. They're probably a scary threat you've only ever heard bad things about, and I'm sure they've hurt a lot of your family members. But...this human would like to be your friend, at least."

Seeing no answer forthcoming and not wanting to confuse him, Kagome stood. Turning on her heel, she smiled to show there weren't any hard feelings.

Leaving, she absentmindedly passed a hand over her eyes, sighing. She supposed that kind of prejudice was only natural if her species were now actively trying to wipe demons off the map. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Hearing shouts, she blinked and raised her head, wandering across the courtyard. Bypassing the barracks, she continued on to where the troops usually trained in combat, seeing a crowd had formed around one of the sparring rings.

"Gah!"

Oh no. She knew that voice from the grunt of frustration alone. Squeezing between two beefy soldiers, she forced her way to the side of the ring, placing her hands on the fence and gaping as Inuyasha grappled with Kaito.

The two had dug their bare heels into the dirt, trying to throw the other's weight. The soldiers all shouted, calling out encouragement to their General. Kaito's body shook with effort as he pushed forward- sending Inuyasha back until the Hanyou snarled, abandoning his hold to hit him in the ribs. Hands-free, Kaito punched him in the jaw. Inuyasha's head snapped to the side and he swayed.

Kagome frowned as she noticed the state of their bodies. They'd obviously been at this for a while. Blood coated Inuyasha's upper lip. He was shirtless, and she noticed his red sweater had been placed by the ringside with his sneakers.

"He's going to lose. Hand-to-hand combat without claws is too tricky for a Hanyou."

Glancing down at her side, she noticed the deer-boy from the stables had joined her, watching the fight.

"You don't know that," she muttered.

The shouts around them became deafening. "Get the Hanyou! Get the Hanyou!"

Another few hits made half-demon blood be shed into the air, only seeming to invigorate the crowd. Gritting her teeth, Kagome decided she'd had enough. Lifting her foot and standing on the lower fence, she cupped her hands to her mouth. "YOU CAN DO IT, INUYASHA! Beat that guy! Make him sorry!"

The soldiers quieted and she sensed their stares, but she didn't stop cheering, raising her fist and shaking it. The deer-demon at her side gaped. Inuyasha's ears twitched once- dodging the other fist that came swinging his way. Dropping back, Inuyasha landed on his palm, swinging his legs through the air and landing a kick directly into Kaito's throat.

The General wheezed, staggering back. Inuyasha swung himself up to land on his feet, hitting several times in succession and finally kicking his opponent's feet out from under him. Kaito landed in the dirt on his side, kicking up dust.

Everything lapsed into silence. Inuyasha breathed heavily, staring with wide eyes. Kagome grinned and cheered loudly, waving her arms. A slow clap joined her cheering, and she paused.

Looking up at the balcony a ways from the ring but within view, Inukimi stood, smiling with amusement.

Kagome smiled and glanced back at Inuyasha in time to notice him offer a hand to Kaito. The General stood on his own, brushing by him without a word. Wincing, she slowly sobered, offering a weak smile when her friend glanced over. The worst part, she decided, was that he seemed far too used to the reaction. The soldiers all muttered amongst themselves, dispersing from the ring. A few bowed to her, but Kagome couldn't exactly appreciate it.

"Hisao! Hisao," a voice called out.

The deer-demon at her side turned as Chiyo raced over, taking him by the shoulder and bowing deeply to Kagome. "I-I'm so sorry, My Lady. I hope my son wasn't being a bother."

"O-oh, no, of course not." She forced a smile. 'Mama said not to trust humans,' hadn't that been what the boy had said? It...hurt a little to think Chiyo also saw her that way. Kagome glanced at Hisao, "we were just watching the fight together."

"Mhm! Mama, that Hanyou beat General Kaito! It was really amazing," he breathed. The boy then quieted, as though realising what he'd said. "Well...a little amazing, a-anyway."

Chiyo laughed nervously, and Kagome smiled, dismissing her before the servant fainted from nerves.

Turning back to Inuyasha once they were gone, she sighed. "You can't go very long without giving me a heart attack, can you?"

"Shaddap, I was gettin' restless. We've been hanging around here for days. That bastard better let us go to the village tonight."

"This one did agree to it, did I not, Inuyasha?" A familiar silky voice reached her ears.

The Hanyou glared, crossing his arms. "Decided to show your ugly face, huh?"

"Indeed. Yours is worse than usual, or do I usually overlook the hideous crookedness of your nose?" Sesshoumaru arched a brow, stopping by her side.

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty." Kagome sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The New Moon is tonight, right Inuyasha? So we can start heading out towards the village in the late afternoon."

"Not alone, this one is coming with you."

She looked up at him sharply, heart skipping a beat. "But it's dangerous without a disguise."

His eyes had turned hard. "That is my condition. Take it or leave it. This one refuses to hide the marks of my clan."

"Tch," Inuyasha tossed his head but didn't argue.

Kagome sighed, nodding with acceptance.

Far off in the distance, lanterns were starting to be lit, appearing as small orbs of light. From where they stood on a few thick tree branches, Kagome could see that the tiny village she once knew had expanded, spreading further than she'd anticipated. It now resembled a respectable feudal town.

Kagome exhaled, trying to form the words, but Inuyasha's small, gravelly voice beat her to it.

"It's...changed so much."

She looked at him, brows together when she noticed the stricken expression on his face. His eyes were wide, breathing escalating. The dark hair that now fell into his lashes only made him appear paler. He always seemed more vulnerable and open as a human. Reaching out, she took his frozen hand in her own and squeezed.

Sesshoumaru stared at the village without expression, as though he'd gotten used to the sight.

"I uh...I wanna go closer," Inuyasha muttered quietly.

Kagome shared a look with Sesshoumaru. He subtly seemed to tense when her eyes hardened.

"No," his voice became steel. "He may, but you-"

"I'll be fine. It's not like they'll know I'm yours unless they see the mark," she soothed but refused to back down. She was going.

Golden eyes narrowed, shifting to the village once more, as though considering. Inuyasha didn't wait, instead lowering himself from the tree-branch and dropping to the floor. Once straightened, he padded away into the night-drenched forest.

"Inuyasha," she called with concern, gracelessly trying to climb down the same way. She dropped, landing like a retired gymnast and definitely pulling a muscle. Hurrying after the dark-haired boy, she glanced over her shoulder at the branch, finding it empty.

After catching up with Inuyasha, she stole glances at him until they broke the edge of the treeline. The village up close looked far more developed than Kagome had been willing to admit. The orange glow coming through the windows lit their way as they padded through. The pathways hadn't changed much, but the number of houses felt slightly staggering. The roof-work had become more intricate, the structures of the huts becoming impressive little houses.

"Are you okay?" Kagome asked quietly.

Inuyasha grunted, dark eyes swinging around at the unfamiliar sights. His nose twitched. If he had his dog ears back, she figured they'd be flattened. A few men lifting goods from a wagon paused to look at them.

"Uh, hello," Kagome greeted with a small wave when their gazes become wary. "We're travellers. We were just looking for a place to stay for the nigh-"

"Keep moving, strangers."

She blinked at the gruff dismissal. It felt a little like a slap in the face, though she should have expected it. Edo had just always felt like a place they'd be welcomed. Inuyasha sneered, automatically groping for his sword- which wasn't there. He seemed to forget that detail often.

"You wanna explain why? We got as much right to be here as you, if not more." He growled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

When one of the men started to inch toward his sickle propped against the wall, Kagome quickly grasped Inuyasha's arm. "Nothing at all~ we'll be going now. Sorry for the trouble," she beamed. Pushing him away, she ignored his protests, glancing at the tense men.

They didn't stop until they reached the border of the village, where Kagome breathed a sigh of relief. "Was it just me, or did the whole place feel tense?"

"Tch, usually happens to places that have been hit bad by bandits. Guess that's why," Inuyasha grumbled. He padded out of her reach, folding his arms while glaring at his red sneakers. "If I'd stayed here, I coulda protected them."

"It's not your fault-"

"I know," he cut in bitterly. "I know exactly who to blame. Bastard," harrowed eyes squeezed shut. "But it doesn't do me any good now, does it? So...I'm gonna save this punch," he curled his hand into a fist. "And I'm gonna deliver it to him one day. For doin' this to me, to us. Ripping us away from Sango and Miroku. But...for now anyway..."

Kagome listened quietly, easing forward and placing her hands on his shaking fist. "Do you want to see them?" She asked softly.

Startled, he quickly glanced at her. Giving a quiet huff, he nodded silently, not trusting his voice.

The graves still appeared to be in good shape. She wondered who attended to them now that Kohaku had probably passed. Laying some flowers down for her friends, Kagome smoothed her clothes as she straightened.

A slight breeze tugged at Inuyasha's dark hair, hand's balled into fists. She could practically taste all the emotions welling up inside him. Placing her hand on his tense shoulder, she leaned in and hugged him. The Hanyou hid his face in her hair, trembling a little as his fists remained at his sides. They gradually unfurled, and he embraced her fully.

They stood for a long while, and she felt every shake and tremor in his frame. Knowing he probably needed to let it out- and he clearly wasn't doing that with her there, she patted his black hair.

"I'm gonna go for a short walk, okay?" Kagome murmured. Pulling away, she noticed him duck his head sharply, hiding his eyes. "Take your time," she added gently.

"Yeah, whatever," he cleared his throat, tenuous voice wobbling until he gave a harsh cough.

Kagome smiled weakly, squeezing his shoulder once more before padding off, leaving him alone by the graves.

Venturing away into the cover of the trees, she navigated instinctively through Inuyasha's Forest. Heading toward Rin's grave and only stumbling a few times, she set her hand on a tree once she reached a clearing. The grass was bathed in the slight light cast off the new moon. Her eyes were naturally drawn to the heavy fall of silver hair soon enough.

"What are you doing here?" She whisper-hissed, hurrying over to Sesshoumaru's side. "You might be seen."

He said nothing, staring down at Rin's aged grave. Another had been buried next to her, and something yanked on her heartstrings. Kohaku lay beside his wife, the gravestones touching shoulders.

Kagome's stomach twisted, and she looked up at Sesshoumaru's placid features, slowly grasping his frozen fingers. She smiled gently, "guess we're both still stubborn, huh?"

Shadowed gold slid to her, warming with faint amusement. "Hn, that much will never change."

Kagome nestled a little closer, feeling like it had been an achingly short amount of time since she'd first discovered him standing at Rin's grave. The memory of his ghostly features, so withdrawn and frozen, still haunted the back of her mind. Now Inuyasha looked much the same.

I never want to see that look again. Today...I want this to be the last day I see a look of grief on their faces.

Making such a wish was wretchedly naive, especially with the curse of her time-travel jumps, but Kagome clung to the Daiyoukai's hand all the same. After a little while however, that hand tensed.

Sesshoumaru raised his head. "Blood."

"What?"

Suddenly a whirlwind of confusion rocked her senses as she felt herself be lifted up. Soon they were moving. Fast.

When the motion finally stopped, Kagome swayed in his arms from the momentum, gasping when her eyes refocused. The men from before were attacking Inuyasha, five on one. While her friend tried to hold his ground, she noticed one of them swing a staff- hitting him over the back of the head with it. The men then quickly took to kicking and stamping on his crumpled form.

The sound that escaped Sesshoumaru's throat drowned out all other noise. Kagome felt it shudder out from his chest- and watched as the men turned- doing a double take and staring with abject horror.

Sesshoumaru sped in close, dropping her to the floor at his feet as he swept in and cleaved one man in two. His blood landed on Kagome's cheeks.

It felt warm.

She stared as the other men were dispatched in much the same way.

"You...idiot," Inuyasha wheezed out, sprawled on the floor as his black hair matted with blood. "That could have been- Sango- and Miroku's- gn...kin."

Sesshoumaru straightened, flicking the blood off his claws. "Do not be foolish. I knew from scent it wasn't them." He turned on his heel, "Kagome are-"

Her form was sinking through the floor, image wavering out of existence. Her eyes were wide as she reached toward him, then also toward Inuyasha with panic. The blood on her face glowed pink as the scent of Time caught in her hair.

Sesshoumaru's body turned ridged, quickly blurring in the air- clawed fingers stretching wide and plunging into the ground after her outstretched hand. His palm met nothing but earth, cracking the surface on impact.

A noise of grief ripped itself from his lips.

Falling to her knees, Kagome sucked air into her starved lungs. Registering the museum she sat in, dripping water over the polished floors, Kagome shakily pushed herself to stand.

Inuyasha, her eyes dimmed. She supposed he had to actively follow her in order to time travel. Her heart sank, resting heavily in her chest.

Ignoring the startled stares from a few bystanders, some who asked where on earth she'd come from- Kagome raced from the room.

She didn't stop until she reached Higurashi shrine, leaning against the tori-arch at the top of the stairs as she caught her breath. She scrubbed at her face, still feeling the blood. Her legs ached from the sprint, heart pounding. Forcing herself on, Kagome slipped her soggy shoes off once more and trailed wet footprints inside.

"Mama?"

Hearing a 'clank!' in the kitchen, rapid foot-falls signalled her mother's presence, before Mrs Higurashi stopped in the hallway. "Oh, Kagome. Thank goodness. Shippo told us you'd be back soon but wasn't sure when."

Guilt tugged at her, and taking a breath, Kagome padded forward. She then hugged her mother tight, burying her face in her shoulder.

"K-kagome?" Soft arms wrapped around her, encasing her in warm, homely smells.

"He didn't come back with me," her voice wobbled.

"Who, honey?"

"Inuyasha."

There was a beat of silence, before a light, comforting touch settled on Kagome's head, stroking her hair. The tense muscles in Kagome's shoulders relaxed, and she wallowed in the safety of her mother's embrace for a long while.

When she'd recharged, she rubbed at her cheeks. "I-I know it's not fair on you, Mama, but I have to go back again as soon as I can. He was hurt, and Sesshoumaru is alone. A-and Inuyasha is going to grow old if I wait too long. Maybe he won't have aged too much- maybe he can still live with us. Besides, Sesshoumaru's stronghold isn't looking too good, and-"

Mrs Higurashi silenced her with a gentle shush, poking her side. "Remember to breathe, honey. I'll call Shippo over, sound good? While you're here though, please eat something."

Kagome opened her mouth to reply that she wasn't hungry, but a look from her mother sent her into the kitchen.

Shippo arrived within the hour, baby-food mixture dotting his blue shirt, which had tried to hide with his jacket.

"You didn't have to come if you were busy," Kagome chastised, grabbing a napkin and wetting it- dabbing at the material.

He yawned, running a hand through thick red hair, "believe me- I needed a break. Try watching a baby kit who already knows magic, it'll take it outta ya." He yawned once more, briefly showing a fang.

"Ah...Shippo, your disguise-" Kagome pointed out weakly, smiling despite herself.

"Mhm, I'll fix it later. No point hiding around family," he said, rubbing his eye. He didn't seem to notice the effect his words had on her, as Kagome's heart warmed. Shaky happiness bloomed in her chest, and for some reason now tears decided to prick her eyes.

She finished up cleaning his shirt and eased away. "Mama told you on the phone, right? I need a new item right away."

Green eyes glanced around carefully. "She said Inuyasha had been left in the past. That the stronghold wasn't in great shape."

Kagome wished she could pry into his thoughts and know what exactly would happen to her loved ones. She could see him pick and choose entirely what to say and how to answer. "Do you know where I can find one?"

He exhaled, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I've got one," he admitted. "But I'm not giving it over until after you've rested tonight. You're also gonna take your arrows this time, got it?"

Something wormed its way inside her stomach, an insidious worry. Kagome straightened her spine and forced herself to act normal. She arched her brow and quirked her lips, "isn't that kind of advice cheating, Shippo? I mean, now I know something's waiting for me when I get back."

The fox laughed, ruffling her hair to obscure her vision and hide his expression. He was more masterful at the art of masks than her. "Sometimes it's good to bend the rules, otherwise things get dull."

The hand atop her head pressed down a little when she tried to look up at him. "Just...be careful."

"I will," she promised, forcing strength into her voice.

With no other plans forthcoming, Kagome settled in for the night after showering and bidding goodbye to Shippo, who passed whatever item it was on to Mrs Higurashi. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she turned to look at the empty futon on the floor beside her bed. Her heart gave a squeeze, and she glanced at Tetsusaiga by the wall.

"I'll take you back to him tomorrow," she muttered, closing her eyes. Turning over, she drew her knees up, touching the mating mark on her shoulder. She'd gotten into the habit of touching it in her sleep, feeling like a part of her were lacing fingers with the demon lord.

She wondered if he were out there, doing the same thing she was.

After dressing in easy to move clothing and sliding her bow and quiver of arrows over her shoulder, Kagome tied Tetsusaiga to her waist, resting the sword at her hip and breathing out. She'd gotten a good few hours sleep at least.

She soon found herself standing before Mama and waiting. With an accepting, but tired smile, Mama grasped her hand and pushed something small into her palm.

Kagome lifted it up for inspection, finding a simple Higurashi shine stamper. It was aged, of course, the image of the sunset barely intact. But she knew instinctively that it was the same one.

"You consider me...yours?"

"Thank you," Kagome breathed, clutching the stamper close.

Soon she was swimming through pink-tinged waters, kicking her legs hard while making a beeline for the surface. Moving her arms, the lungs in her chest protested, demanding air. Forcing herself to push through it, Kagome made a noise and squeezed her eyes shut. Breaking the surface after a moment- she gasped, sucking in harsh gulps of air.

A strange, sharp smell assaulted her senses- burning and choking. It caught at her lashes and made a cough shudder out of her.

Kagome blinked her eyes open, heart plummeting into her stomach. Off in the distance, a brilliant plume of thick black smoke towered high in the air. Following its progress down, she watched as flames roared from the Western Stronghold, licking its rooftops. On lower ground, closer to her position in the river, cries and shouts from human and demon alike sounded out, mingling with the ash coated air.

The miko watched as swords, claws and youki ripped into flesh, sending blood flying. Her heart thundered like that of the horse's hooves as men dispatched demons, slaying as what seemed to be Priests immobilised their foes.

Lifting herself out of the water, Kagome steeled herself, before drawing her bow.

#sesskag #sesshoumaru x kagome #sesskag fanfiction #sesshomaru #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction

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lady-charinette · 6 years

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A Thief in Blue Marichat

Originally posted on FFnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12746973/45/A-Smitten-Kitten-A-Lovestruck-Princess

Prompt: He was a thief clad in black, she was a mystery shrouded by darkness. He left golden bells for the ones he stole from and she left blue roses for those with a burdened heart. Thievery was his profession, hers was comforting the troubled souls of the city. A mix of LadyNoirish, Marichatish

Rated: K+

Inspiration: Magic Kaito (Kaito Kid Series)

A Thief in Blue

The blue rose was her sign, a golden bell was his.

Leaping across rooftops and buildings unnoticed and melting into the shadows was his usual modus operandi, but her, she came and go as she pleased, she could perform the most spectacular show and vanish within the protection of the shadows in the next second.

But he wasn't worried about a rival, not in the least.

He had opted to sit back and watch her, and he knew she was aware of his guarded gaze on her at all times.

It seemed Chat Noir the Feline Thief would take a temporary break from his heists in order to watch the mysterious yet beautiful newcomer in action.

And oh did she offer him a show.

She rarely stole, when she did, it were mostly blue and red jewels, but interestingly enough she returned those she stole that held a great sentimental value to the owner, with a single blue rose and a letter attached to the returned stolen object, sometimes with the words, "Those kept close to the heart are safe from thieving fingers,"

Until today, he thought it was a nod to him, thieving was his profession after all, for her it was more of a hobby next to her own profession.

She wasn't a magician per se, nor was she any sort of performer in the traditional sense. The fact that, at several instances, she could even outsmart him, proved she was more versatile in areas nobody would expect from a person mostly gifting blue roses to people in need, particularly saddened, heartbroken individuals.

How she found those people, he had no idea, purrhaps she had a sixth sense for sad people as he had for cat-themed jewels and artifacts.

Word spread fast of the mysterious 'Phantom Lady' gifting saddened people a single blue rose, sometimes accompanied by comforting but equally mysterious words.

Chat Noir didn't quite know what to think of that, he was a thief, a professional one and a cat at that, having someone steal his thunder with questionable motives made him stand on guard.

And one night, after a particularly successful heist of retrieving a famed 'cat eye' golden jewel, he encountered her on a roof.

It looked like she had been waiting for him, if her relaxed stance and expectant gaze was anything to go by.

The moonlight illuminated her dark blue hair, and it gave her even more of a mysterious appearance.

She smiled and he grinned, "Waiting for meow, m'lady?" he bowed, it would be an atrocity not to in such ethereal presence.

She tilted her head in acknowledgement and adjusted the mask covering her real identity, red with black spots, "A little birdie told me the great Chat Noir's heart seems to be in turmoil," if he had suspected she had been a magician before, he was slightly more sure of it now, as she produced a blue rose from nowhere within her hand, a simple turn of her wrist.

She twirled it gracefully between two fingers, looking at it with a saddened gaze.

Chat Noir grew defensive, like a cat bowing its back, "Oh? Purrhaps your informant was wrong," Chat Noir smirked cockily, lazily swinging his belt tail in front of him, "I'm feeling pawsitively purrfect tonight, m'lady," he grinned, all sharp feline teeth.

Her eyes shot to him and his breath briefly caught in his throat from how blue they were, just like the rose in her hand, "Are you, chaton?" she slowly stood from her perch but made no move closer to him, sensing his guarded disposition, her gaze fell to the pouch strapped to his waist with his latest heist, "That jewel is a family heirloom, it belongs to a little girl, gifted from her mother who died shortly due to a murder from Hawkmoth's gang,"

Ahh, Hawkmoth, a famed name indeed, still, Chat Noir's gaze turned into slits, "You expect me to return it? Like you said, the girl is young, I doubt any piece of jewelry holds any semblance of meaning to her in her age," he touched the pouch with the tips of his claws, a warning, "Besides, finders keepers, right?" fangs caught the moonlight but that didn't deter the lady shrouded in mystery in front of him.

"And I thought the famous thief Chat Noir only steals jewels and artifacts and not broken pieces of a girl's heart," she started walking towards him, her gait slow and relaxed, obviously trying not to look like a threat.

He didn't think she had any concealed weapons, after all, in all her appearances she never operated with any weapons nor used violence.

Except… "And I thought Blue Rose only gifts roses to saddened people instead of punching them?" her lips curved into a small smile and she laughed, his ears pointed upwards, it was a lovely sound.

"I believe I had apawlagized for that, minou. I simply won't allow for violence, especially against those that are defenseless," she held the rose out toward him, her arm outstretched, a good armlengths away from him, granting him his space, "Now would you allow me to glance at your heart?"

Her blue eyes stared into his, soothing, calming, comforting and he allowed a low chuckle to escape him before he expertly and swiftly materialized right behind her, taking the single blue rose from her grasp.

His voice close to her ear seemed to surprise her, if only slightly, "Only if you allow meow to yours, m'lady," with the wind, he was gone and in place of her signature blue rose was a deep red one, from where, she didn't know, but it was real and when she brought it close to her nose to sniff it, it smelled…comforting.

The little bell attached to its stem produced a short, melodious bell sound when she jiggled it and she had to smile.

She glanced up at the moon, shaking her head, "What a troublesome kitty…"

It was the next night after the return of one of his heists that he spotted the letter hanging off a roof he frequently vaulted over with his staff. The letter was red with black spots, one he remembered the Blue Rose, in rare instances leaving.

He retracted his baton and broke the string from which the letter was tied to. When he opened the piece of paper, a single blue rose fell from it's confines and he picked it up mid-fall before it could hit the ground.

He had to snicker at the letter's contents.

Dearest chaton,

You looked a bit distracted during your heist today, was it because of our meeting last night?

You appear confident and cocky, but your eyes hold a deep sadness. The Blue Rose may be the one to offer solace and comfort in times of sadness, but I'm sure lady luck could prove more successful in healing the sadness in your heart.

A lucky charm for your future escapades.

And a blue rose for your thoughts kitty.

Yours truly,

Ladybug.

His eyebrow rose, so she had a different name other than Blue Rose? He had to confess, if she wasn't lying, he had never met her 'Ladybug' persona before.

He was confused about what lucky charm she was talking about, until for the first time since he picked up the letter it seemed, he felt a bulky kind of object strapped to its backside.

Turning the piece of paper, Chat Noir's eyes widened slightly.

It was a bracelet of some sorts. It looked creative, blue, green, red and yellow cubes and round shapes attached with a string.

He smirked when he spotted a small ladybug figurine made of stone attached at the end, ladybugs were usually known for their good luck.

Shaking his head, Chat Noir pocketed the 'good luck charm' and twirled the blue rose in between his fingers, taking in its beauty.

A blue rose symbolizes mystery, just like the origin of its mysterious color, it signifies the enigmatic, a mystery that cannot be fully unraveled.

It also symbolizes unattainability.

A person gifted with a blue rose usually is considered the subject of speculation, shrouded in mystery, an enigma, an unsolvable puzzle.

He smirked, taking a whiff of the flower.

It smelled like her.

His next heist was a close call.

A ridiculously brave, or stupid, civilian got tangled into it and, since he was no murderer he had a duty as a gentleman thief to save her.

How she got into the security system, he didn't know, why she punched one of the guards who tried to shoot him? He didn't know that either, all he knew was he wasn't about to allow a beautiful young lady who risked her life for him to be buried beneath a pile of falling rubble.

Many of the awe-stricken citizens below them gazed upon the familiar black figure of Chat Noir, carrying a civilian woman in his arms.

The thief was known to be a charmer certainly, but never had he gotten too close to any of the female populace before, keeping his banter playful and superficial.

But when the woman in his arms, covered slightly by scratches, gazed up at him with a knowing little smile, his breath got caught in his throat. The same reaction he had with the Blue Rose, or Ladybug.

Her eyes were blue too, he even thought it was the same shade.

"Thank you for saving me, chaton," his ears moved at the sound of the distantly familiar nickname.

"You're purrfectly welcome, purrincess," he landed safely in a secluded area of a park nearby, away from prying eyes as he carefully set her down.

He only moved a respectable distance away once he was sure she could stand on her own, his frown directed at the visible scratches she sustained during the short scuffle with the guards, "A civilian shouldn't attempt to protect a thief you know,"

Her gaze was calm, soothing, as if she hadn't participated in a life-threatening situation, but there was a certain fire behind that veil of calmness that…intrigued him, "I'm sorry Chat Noir, but I couldn't just let Paris' most respected thief get hurt in a unfair matchup,"

He smirked and twirled his belt tail around, "Oh? Most respected? Aren't you affuraid, princess?" he stepped a step closer, fangs sharp.

She didn't seem intimidated in the least, she met his gaze with a challenging one of her own, "With your half-backed puns? Not one bit, kitty," she giggled at the caught off guard expression on his face.

He crossed his arms, a newfound interest in his green eyes, "What's your name princess?"

She smiled at him, "Will you stop calling me princess if I tell you my name?"

He cocked his head to the side and pretended to think, a small smirk growing on his lips, "Purrhaps."

She crossed her arms as well, "Then my name is of no importance since you won't use it."

He rose an eyebrow, a feisty one, "Mysterious, are we?"

She winked, "Purrhaps," she giggled at his slightly peeved expression, "Come stop by the Dupain-Cheng bakery if you want to know my name, kitty."

He grinned, all teeth, "I thought I smelled cinnamon on you princess," he bowed at the waist, an excited grin gracing his handsome features, "Very well purrincess, until our paths croissant again,"

He gave her a two fingered salute and a Cheshire grin before disappearing into the night.

She smiled to herself, holding the little bell he had deftly attached to the loose thread of her jacket in her hand, shaking it to produce the same melodious sound she had heard before from their meeting at the rooftop.

Her voice was soft when she spoke, "Looks like Marinette the civilian took a whisk Ladybug never would…" she closed her hand around the bell, before turning and heading toward home, "Until we meet again, chaton," she smiled as she expertly disappeared within the protection of the shadows.

The next day, there was a card and a golden bell on the little girl's window sill, the same girl from which the cat-eyed jewel was stolen from, a memento from her deceased mother.

The card read, in neat cursive handwriting,

"I may be a thief, but I don't steal impurrtant things held dear to the heart. Keep this safe from any prying paws, little lady.

From your friendly feline thief,

Chat Noir."

The bottom of the letter had a cutely drawn paw print and the little girl smiled and giggled, happily nuzzling the returned jewel, holding it close to her chest, while she gently jiggled the little golden bell.

The sound it made caused the girl to laugh.

It sounded like a cat's bell-collar.

Thank you kindly for reading. :3

#marichat #marichat fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #fanfiction #chat noir #marinette dupaincheng #chat noir is a thief #chat the gentleman thief #marinette is a mysterious rose giver #i wish i could draw fanart for this #kaito kid inspired

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saccharinedanganimagines · 6 years

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How about some more Hanahaki? This time though with, Shuichi, Kaito, Makoto, Mondo, and Hajime as the infected ones, please! I’d appreciate some angst, and what kind of flowers they cough up. Whether there are happy endings or not is up to you! Oh! And love your guys’ blog!

Angst.

They share a lot of flowers, so I apologize for the repeat meanings, as well as for if some of these are ooc, I focused more on the Hanahaki concept than the characters themselves, honestly. ((Also, while these are bad endings, I did write up good endings to each of these stories, so if you’d like me to post them as well, let me know.))

-Mod Fuyuhiko

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi had undeniably fallen for you.

Unfortunately, you were sick. Terribly so, and he knew you didn’t have the time or energy to put into another person; you could barely do it for yourself.

At first he believed he could shake the feelings off, though he quickly learned that was impossible, beginning to find bloodied petals escaping his mouth whenever he coughed.

The petals seemed to only be coming from a couple different types of flowers, though; it couldn’t be that bad.

Oh how wrong he was.

The longer he loved you, the worse it got. It was complete flowers now; his breathing getting harder, but he was determined to push through it for your sake. He didn’t want you to know about this, you didn’t need the extra stress.

He ended up doing quite a lot of research on what the flowers in his bouquet meant.

Tarragon flowers meant lasting interest, gardenias were secret love. While those were the only two flowers he was coughing up at the time, he thought it best to read up on as many as he could.

It was smart of him to do this, because your condition started to worsen, and with that came new flowers.

Purple hyacinth and willow blossoms, the next flowers that were stained red, meant sorrow and sadness. Striped carnations meant regret, and they showed up when you reached a point of barely being able to stay awake long enough to talk to him.

He couldn’t have a full conversation with someone anymore; his coughing had grown too frequent. He still refused to tell you, though. He didn’t want your last weeks to be miserable.

You were almost gone, and both of you knew that. No matter how much hope he could muster he couldn’t convince himself otherwise. Maybe it’s because you told him you were close to death. Maybe it’s because a new flower had been added to his unrequited bouquet: Cyclamen. The flower that means goodbye.

A day later your parents were telling him that you had passed.

He didn’t want to believe it; he refused to believe it.

The last flower he coughed up was a bittersweet flower, though he didn’t think the name matched his feelings about the situation. It meant truth. That flower made it undeniable that you were dead. He hated it; he hated that you were gone, he hated that a flower, one that represented something so important to him, was the proof, he hated that if he didn’t want to die he was going to have to get the surgery and lose any feelings he had for you. He hated that he never even got to say goodbye.

Makoto Naegi

Makoto had always liked you, he always felt a spark when he spent time with you.

You didn’t seem to feel the same, his romantic gestures always went misinterpreted and unreciprocated.

It wasn’t long before he completely fell in unrequited love with you, and after that, it was only a matter of time before he was coughing up a variety of flowers.

He had heard about people overcoming this disease and dating the one they loved, so he refused to give up hope that he could, too.

Once the coughs went from unidentifiable flower petals and evolved into complete, painful to cough up, bloody flowers he began learning what they meant; what they suggested for him and his future.

Chamomile, meaning patience, tarragon, meaning lasting interest, and… Holly, meaning hope. It felt like he had a chance, like he really could overcome this; none of his flowers seemed to be saying no, so why shouldn’t he hope for the best outcome? He’s sure it’ll happen-

Spoke too soon.

The next time you talked to him you went on and on about liking someone- that you found everything this person did so utterly perfect and incredible and you could only hope they felt the same.

This introduced a new flower to him: yellow hyacinth. Jealousy.

But… Then again, what if you were talking about him? Dropping hints to get him to figure it out? What if you liked him back?

So he made the biggest mistake he possibly could’ve made in this situation. Confessed to you. Of course, you let him down easy, you didn’t want to upset him, but it had already done the damage, and his lungs were weighed down by yet another new flower. Peony, meaning shame.

Soon after this event, you began dating whoever it was you had a crush on; he didn’t really pay attention to who it was. All he paid attention to was the fact that it seemed like he had lost a flower and gained too many more and it was suffocating him.

He looked into the changes and found his new flowers: Bittersweet, representing truth, the truth of you never viewing him as more than a friend, no doubt. Arborvitae, representing unchanging friendship, which he thought was the most painful one, until he found what he had lost and what had replaced it. The holly flower, his hope, had escaped his lungs, instead, he was coughing up anemone, which represented the feeling of hope fading; the feeling of being forsaken.

That broke his heart; his hope had left him.

You had left him.

Kaito Momota

He was infatuated as soon as he saw you. Unfortunately for him you didn’t reciprocate this love at first sight he was experiencing.

And from this, pale purple petals start to fall from his mouth when he coughs.

He doesn’t think much of it at first, deciding that it wasn’t something too dangerous or worth taking seriously- but as soon as Shuichi noticed what was going on he was telling Kaito how disastrous this could be.

The lavender colored petals- rose petals are what Shuichi said they were- never became full flowers, instead the first full flowers were blue; though they still seemed to be roses.

It was when they started to hurt to cough up that he started looking into what this was, what he was experiencing and what it meant.

He had heard that only coughing one flower rather than a bouquet was significantly better than seven kinds before he even started looking stuff up, so he assumed it wouldn’t be a problem.

He found the meaning of both the lavender roses and blue ones, love at first sight and ‘I love you but I can’t have you’ respectively. Fitting, he thought, thinking about how his friendship with you had grown closer.

He started to put more effort into hiding it when a new flower- Gardenias, meaning secret love- began growing in his chest. He wasn’t exactly closed off about his feelings, but he wasn’t about to tell you about this; Shuichi knowing was already bad enough.

Speaking of Shuichi knowing, he saw the way Kaito’s health began falling the longer this went on, leading him to mention that it might be a good idea to get the surgery.

He never noticed how saying that made Kaito start coughing up Violets- loyalty and devotion-, too.

Maybe that was what broke him. Maybe it was the new flowers, just waiting to bloom in his already overfilled lungs. Whatever it was, Kaito collapsed. When he was hanging out with you, no less.

Of course, you did everything in your power to help him- though you knew there was nothing you could really do. There wasn’t exactly a cure for this that could save him in time in an emergency situation like his breathing becoming impossible.

As he entered a fatal coughing fit, bloody flowers he hadn’t seen yet came out of his mouth. You knew a lot about flowers- you’d had to help people with this before- so you told him what they meant.

Willow, sadness, purple hyacinth, sorrow, white clover, ‘think of me’, and… Wait, these roses are changing color, they were blue before what’s happening why are they- why are they…

Black roses. Death.

Mondo Oowada

You both knew it was dangerous for you two to get so close to each other, considering Mondo’s relations to some dangerous groups, but you let yourself befriend him anyway.

It was inevitable that he would fall for you. How could he not when you were so incredible?

It seemed like everything was perfect; you weren’t exactly subtle about your appreciation of him

No flowers appeared, so it seemed that all would be good. Everything would be okay! No one would be hurt!

That is, until you went missing.

Everything fell apart. At first he searched for you until he passed out, but once he found that you weren’t anywhere he took a break from looking. That was when the coughing fits began.

At first he thought it was just from exhaustion- it just looked like something natural to him, the white flower petals he was coughing were dyed red from blood, so he couldn’t tell they were flowers, assuming it was just… Blood in some form.

Of course, when they grew into full flowers and he realized what was happening he had a whole minute worth of curse words falling from his mouth along with the flowers that were slowly flooding his lungs.

He found chamomile flowers, those meant patience, and daisies and violets- the first colored flower he saw- which both meant loyal love in a way.

The more days that passed without you the worse he felt and the worse the coughing became. He started seeing purple hyacinth- sorrow, tarragon- lasting interest, and anemone- fading hope.

He was mad. Why did the world decide he deserved this? He was so happy- you were so happy, everything was so nice. Why did it have to fall apart?

He didn’t let the flowers convince him you were gone, though. He kept believing you had to come back. How was he supposed to live with himself if he knew that you never came back because he wasn’t vigilant enough?

You had to.

The last flower he coughed up was cyclamen. It meant resignation and goodbye. He didn’t like that. He could tell if this got much worse he’d die but he couldn’t find you.

He went to the hospital the next day. He needed a surgery.

Hajime Hinata

Hajime had been your best friend for years; you two were basically inseparable since you met.

Of course, with that came the chances that one of you developed feelings for the other one at some point throughout the friendship.

You had realized it was you that had to deal with those feelings a few years after becoming friends.

Knowing he didn’t like you back hurt, but the flowers that clawed their way through your lungs and throat and head hurt more. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand how much it stung when pointed leaves or thorns got caught in your body, you couldn’t stand how much it stung to see Hajime feel nothing for you.

You got the surgery to remove them. They kept asking if you were sure, and that it took the feelings away with it, and this can be really dangerous, in the event this person falls for you later in life-

You didn’t care. You wanted the pain to end.

You never told Hajime about this; what would he think?

About seven months later, you walked into Hajime’s room to find him leaning over a trash can, coughing up blood and flowers that looked eerily similar to your own.

You ran to him, asking him what happened, how long it had happened, who it was for.

He explained everything as best he could between coughing fits, including that he had been dealing with this for around a month and a half. You learned what he was coughing from what he told you.

The list he had gotten was gardenias, meaning secret love, peony meaning shame, alstroemeria meaning friendship, and chamomile meaning patience.

You also learned you were the one he was pining for.

You had to explain to him what you had done before, watching the new flowers seemingly appear out of nowhere as you spoke. You had to watch the coughing worsen, watch the tears pool in his eyes, the desperation on his face begging you to say it was a joke, please, oh god (Y/n) tell me this isn’t true-

He got his answer from the new flowers. Yellow carnation, meaning disappointment, striped carnations, meaning regret and refusal, and bittersweet, meaning truth. You could almost see the way his heart crumpled in his chest. He couldn’t speak. He was hurting so, so much.

And you couldn’t do anything about it.

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Can I request scenario of KageyamaxOikawaxIwaizumixFem!s.o where the boys are nervous meeting her parents (since she come from tradisional rich Japanese family and the might not a gree with the relationship) but it turn out her parents are in poly relationship too (2 fathers 1 mother)?

I really like these poly asks!!! I am a sucker for the idea of having more than one boyfriend/husband ;D I am also so happy that so many people like the idea of Kag/Oik/Iwa/Reader bc fuckin SAME! Haha Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Kageyama/Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Reader Poly:

“Shittykawa, you’re fussing like a mother hen, enough.” Oikawa went to flatten Iwaizumi’s button up shirt, but the latter brushed off his advances, “Don’t fuss over me, trashykawa.”

Oikawa whined and reached for Kageyama’s tie - which he rarely wore even for the most formal of events, “Tobio-chan, you’re the only one who loves me.”

The younger boy furrowed his eyebrows at his senpai, not understanding how he could have gotten to that conclusion from allowing him to fuss over his outfit. But he didn’t say anything, his blue eyes glancing over to where Iwaizumi had escaped to sit next to you in the foyer of your insanely large childhood home.

This date had been critical to set up, months in the making - your parents were very busy people, always rushing this way and that - meeting after meeting. It was hard to even have a texting conversation with them without it turning into a month long request for funds. So many negotiations between you and your parents, so many unanswered conversations left hanging. You assumed you had a lot of baggage when it came to your busy parents, but it didn’t matter.

They loved you, and you loved them. And that’s really all you cared about.

Besides, you weren’t dying to have quality time with them any longer - now you had three boyfriends to watch after, to make sure they didn’t end up killing each other.

“You still with us?” You blinked rapidly and met a pair of dark green eyes as you turned your head towards what voice calling out to you. A smile curled your lips at the sight of Iwaizumi’s concerned expression, “Are you nervous?” Now his gaze dropped to your hands on your lap, and he stole one between both of his, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing a kiss to them. “I am, too.”

But you shook your head with a gentle smile, “Hajime, you need to relax… If you’re nervous, then it’s only going to freak out Tooru and Tobio.. Look at them…” The two of you looked over to where Oikawa continued to fuss over Kageyama, his fingers brushing through Kageyama’s hair - trying in vain to get it out of his eyes. Kageyama looked ready to either fall asleep or bolt, probably both if given the chance. “They need their rock to set them straight… who’s going to help them if you aren’t strong for them?”

Iwaizumi pursed his lips and shook his head, “Don’t push that on me, punk.” You laughed quietly and turned your head back to him, pressing a kiss to his slightly chapped lips, “We don’t have to do this, _______… We can run away. The four of us…”

“Aw, but Hajime~! I want their blessing!”

“Are we getting married then, Oikawa-san?”

“W-W-Who’s asking?!” Oikawa’s cheeks suddenly flared with embarrassment at Kageyama’s question, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his now jerky, awkward movements as he regarded his kouhai turned lover.

Kageyama pouted in confusion before making his way over to where you and Iwaizumi sat, “Oikawa-san is acting a little weird.”

You laughed harder, seeing Oikawa gawk at the younger boy.

But before the two of them could continue their back and forth, a very professional looking butler walked through the large, ornate dining room doors, “They are ready for your arrival now.” You smiled at the older man, standing from your seat, still holding Iwaizumi’s hand, “It’s been quite a long time, Lady _______… It’s very nice to see you.”

It was a bit of an outdated move, but you curtsied, and his face lit up 2 degrees at the familiarity of it, “It’s wonderful to see you again, Sebastian.” He bowed in response and led the four of you into the dining hall.

“Why’d you squat for him, ______-chan?” Oikawa’s whisper in your ear had you jump in surprise and swat at his chest, “Ow! You’re so mean!” His stage whisper could use some work.

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t squat for him, dummy, I curtsied. It’s like the girl version of bowing.” His light brown eyes still showed his confusion, but you waved it off, “It’s nothing important… just how we greet each other.”

Sebastian, the butler, stopped at the open doorway to the dining room, holding out his arm for the four of you to enter, “I wish you the best of luck, Lady ________.” You smiled fondly at the older man just as he closed the doors behind you and your boyfriends.

“So now what?” Iwaizumi muttered as he stared around him at the large room - it was impressive. Paintings littered the walls, so many colors and symbols - so much culture in each and every frame! Elegant rugs lined the floors, but didn’t quite cover the finely polished wooden floors underneath. “We just… gawk at your upbringing then?”

Oikawa smirked as took in the scene around him, “Aw, don’t be jealous, Iwa-chan~. I’m sure she has golden bugs that imitate the gross ones you caught as a kid.” Iwaizumi squinted at Oikawa, daring him to say something else, “You know… like as a broach.”

Kageyama quickly took a step back as Iwaizumi lunged for Oikawa, and you sighed at the sounds of their roughhousing in your former home. Kageyama took his place at your side now, as the two others continued to bicker and push at each other. “I don’t think they know how to handle themselves in public.”

You laughed quietly and took his cool hand in yours, “I don’t think so either, Tobio.” You looked up at the side of his face, “What do you think so far?” Curiosity pulled at your mind, wondering if your boyfriends thought the worst of you for having such wealth behind your name, but portraying yourself as anything but around them. Around everyone.

Before he could answer, the dining room doors opened to reveal the arrival of your parents. Your mother and father.

Almost immediately, your mother lit up with excitement, and you couldn’t contain yours before the both of you were rushing towards each other and embracing in a tight hug. “Mom!” You snuggled your face in her shoulder, smiling widely - you’d missed her so much. You hadn’t seen her in about a year. A heavy hand on the back of your head had you looking up to see your father’s gentle smile, and you felt tears prick at your eyes. You hadn’t seen him in almost 2 years.

And while it was great you were reconnecting with your parents, after so long… you’d accidentally forgotten your boyfriends. Who were each a bundle of nerves in their own regards.

It only took you a few seconds to snap back to reality, “Mom! Dad! I want to introduce you to the people who’ve been taking very good care of me while you both were off attending business!” It wasn’t a quip, but a fact of life. And they took it as such.

You pulled your mom behind you to your boyfriends. Kageyama hadn’t moved from where you’d ripped yourself from him - and thankfully both Oikawa and Iwaizumi had stopped fighting with each other - now the three of them waited for their introduction. Waited for their judgement. Waited for their verdict of placement in your life.

“Mom, this is Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime, and Oikawa Tooru-“

“Hey! Why am I last?”

“Shh, because you’re a bottom.” Iwaizumi elbowed his best friend in the ribs, making the former setter throw his hand over his sore side as a ‘too late’ reaction.

“They’re my boyfriends.”

Now it was Iwaizumi to feel the need to protest. He didn’t think you’d just blurt it out like that! Not that he was any better just a few moments ago with his ‘bottom’ comment. What happened to breaking news to people gently? What happened to not wanting to get your boyfriends killed??? “W-w-well! Actually!”

Kageyama felt as if he’d just short circuited, and he reached out to his side to grab onto Iwaizumi’s shoulder for stability, “Uh… Well… wait…”

But Oikawa, quick and cunning, rose above the other two and smiled confidently at your parents, “Boyfriends soon to be husbands according to little Tobio-chan here!”

“Shittykawa!” “Oikawa-san!”

The room fell in an awkward silence. A charged silence between the three young men. Iwaizumi couldn’t stop shuffling his shoes, Kageyama’s blue eyes kept looking everywhere but the people in front of him, but Oikawa only smiled widely - feeling as if he’d done absolutely nothing wrong. There was no progress in half truths, he believed!

“My, My, ________…” Your mother finally broke the silence, smiling gently down at you, her hand gently stroking across your cheek, “Three boyfriends? You’ve quite outdone my record.” A fond smile had your heart warming to a homey temperature. You missed her so much.

“R-record?” Oikawa’s smile faded, confused on what was going on now - but you didn’t seem to be fazed by what your mother had said. Nor by your boyfriends antics at riling the other two up. It was like you’re in your own little world of awe for your mother. Pride for your father.

Your father’s deep eyes regarded Oikawa, and Iwaizumi felt a protective streak rush through his body. Iwaizumi took a step forward, standing a little ahead of Oikawa as a way to present himself first to any possible threat. “Stand down, boy… “ The smooth tenor of your fathers voice seemed to soothe Iwaizumi, his stance relaxing for the first time that evening. You didn’t blame Iwaizumi for being on edge - your father was a powerful and scary man when he wanted to be.

The doors to the dining room opened once more, and a panting voice made itself known, “Sorry I’m late, Kikyo, Haru.” Your eyes were drawn to the utterance of the voice, and your smile couldn’t stop from practically splitting in half, “My Goodness… is that little _______-chan?”

“Kaito-san!” You greeted happily, rushing over and hugging your ‘uncle’. “You missed my introduction of my boyfriends.”

The older man, a few years older than your father, smiled fondly and brushed your hair out of your face, “That’s fine and dandy, but did your mother happen to scare them with our own introduction?” Your smile had a secret to it, and he laughed before nodding over to them, “You might want to go over and catch one of them when they faint.”

Kageyama raised his hand, as if he were in class, “I’m confused…. Oikawa-san?” Oikawa shook his head, in the same boat of confusion as his kouhai. “Hajime?” Iwaizumi glanced over at Kageyama and shrugged, having no clue what was being discussed right in front of them. “_______?”

Your smile was brilliant, and you walked over to your boyfriends, assuring them merely with your presence, “I have a secret….”

“Who’s baby is it?” Oikawa’s face was deadly serious, but when you regarded him with a playful scowl his mask cracked into a teasing smile, “I bet it’s mine~.”

Scoffing, you waved him off, “Obviously it’s Tobio’s.” Why did your youngest boyfriend have to be so confused, took all the fun out of the joke. “Back to reality here..” You called their attention once more.

“Welcome to our home, boys. I am Kikyo, _______’s mother. And this is Haru, her father…. And this is Kaito… my husband.”

At first it didn’t register to the boys. The three of them bowing in respect to your parents and uncle.

It was Oikawa that noticed it first, “W-Wait! Second husband?” He stood up straight from his bow, Iwaizumi catching on in a split second and following suit. Though Kageyama followed their movements physically, his mind was slow to understand why this was such breaking news. “Y-y… W-what?”

You smiled secretly, a finger brought up to your lips and sending a cute wink their way, “The women of my family are very greedy, Tooru~.”

Soooo this didn’t really portray the boys as being ‘scared’ or ‘worried’ as much as it had them more… ‘confident in their relationship’ to the point where they don’t really mind what her parents say…. I feel pretty good about it though :) So I hope you don’t mind! And if you do, then you’re welcome to let me know or to submit a new request when the ask box is opened!

#Admin Satori #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! scenario #Kageyama Tobio #Iwaizumi Hajime #Oikawa Tooru #Poly #Poly Relationship #I love poly relationships #omg #my favs ;D

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