#takami junto

[sleepwalkersqueen]

Homeward <3

(Hawks' Dad & Uncles: Shinyo, Toriko & Junto)

[kurokotori]

Update: Added some closeup shots for ya'll :D They are DONE >:D and I made it though alive muahahah! I was able to get some background practice in too! Noice! Junto and Shinyo Takami belong to @sleepwalkersqueen!

[roo-brr]

I keep forgetting to post them on here! (Unintentional Takami-Flock discord server exclusive lmao)

BUT HERE IS WOLF, JUNTO, AND SHINYO !!! AS PICMIX GIFS !!!! Please do look carefully at all the silly texts, especially Shinyos, I think some of them are very fitting 😌😌😌

Juntos picmix is purposely cannibal themed :)

Characters are from: "Fear of You" on Ao3 by @sleepwalkersqueen :>

[wentasch]

Sleepyheads •~•

Like mother like son 🙌

It’s funny to draw these two characters that are always so aware of their surroundings to just be sleepy and still waking up from a good nap.

Also having a bad sleep schedule must be in the family💀

The first pic is Junto by @sleepwalkersqueen and my OC Shunko. The two on the other drawing are Hayato and Shun by @takami-flock. My favorite boys.

Okane is coming btw. His design is finished I just need to write down his info and everything🫡

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

A fanfiction for 'Fear of' from @sleepwalkersqueen

Note:Well... This is the last chapter:D. Was a lot of fun to write something again after such a long time. Hope you all enjoyed it and perhaps one day I might be writing something again haha<3

Big thanks to my friend who proofread every chapter for me and to everyone who read the story.

<<Last ••• Next>>

Warnings:Swearing, mention and implied r*pe, angsty stuff(?)

Chapter 05

Shining light came through the windows of the two-story building. The white painting of the facade chipped at each edge. Ivy climbed up to the roof, shining a deep green, making the endless path of gray concrete appear more lifelike. Cats walk around silently in the early morning of Fukuoka, wandering around on the empty streets.

A messed-up futon was neatly placed in the middle of the upper-floor apartment.

A woman was entangled in the sheets, her breathing slow and steady. Light tickled her pale face, which, upon closer inspection, looked restless compared to the atmosphere.

The phone ringing made the woman cuddle closer to the bedsheets, covering her head with her pillow, hoping the noise would soon fade into the void again.

For a second, the uninvited noise stopped, and it came back not long after it left. With a loud groan, she threw the pillow and blanket to the side and picked up her phone. Her shirt hung low over her shoulder, exposing her tender skin with a fleshy looking wound that seemed to have healed oddly.

Fire idiot calling...

"Howashi speaking," she voiced tiredly, wanting to fall back into her comfy futon. Back to her sweet dreams of a life she wished for.

"You no longer have to work with Takami," Endeavour growled.

Without giving it a second, he hung up the phone. Leaving Amaya alone with the beeping sound of an ending call. She had to blink a few times to let the new information sink in.

She jumped up from her futon, calling Endeavour again.

It dialed...

"Endea-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" She yelled, not interested in hearing his greeting.

"Howashi, calm down. You have no reason to be this upset, now you can talk with any of the prisoners and get rid of Takami."

"Why? Is he getting-?"

"I don't know and don't care, Imawashi gets him back." The voice left no room for arguments or complaints.

But Amaya is never really one to back down too easily. Especially with injustice that.

"Imawashi?! You know what he did to Shinyo, how could a hero let something like that happen again?! He fucking rape-!"

He ended the call.

"That little-!!!" She growled.

No time was wasted and no skincare was done as she got dressed and stormed out of the house, calling the Tartarus prison repeatedly in hopes of reaching someone, she would even take Imawashi.

"Howashi-san, what can I do for you? You have your free week right now."

"Yes, I know, uhm... Listen, Endeavour told me I would be removed from B-74, but I do not see a reaso-"

"Ah yes, yes! Imawashi will be assigned to him again, so there is no need to wor-"

"You gotta be kidding me. Everyone knows what he did, why is he even allowed to go back to him?"

"Well, it is how it is. Good day, Howashi-san."

The man from the prison hung up, leaving Amaya alone with her racing mind that spiraled with an immense amount of hatred she had never felt in her life before. Especially targeted towards the number two.

"Why are you still coming?" Shinyo asked, baring his teeth.

"I like challenges," the therapist replied with a mysterious smile. Lips curling in a calculated motion—a sweet lie.

"Yeah, don't bullsh*t me."

She clenched her teeth tightly, creating an uncomfortable pain. At that moment, she was pretty lucky to not have her sharp canines anymore, having been sanded down to a more human-like shape. A decision she grew to regret but came in handy at most times.

"Where are your canines anyway?"

"Hm? Oh, they have been sanded down, and it costs a fortune to have it done."

"Aye, and why the fuck would you do that shit?"

"I told you before, never been proud of being a mutant."

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"Pick up, please," Amaya muttered, picking the soft skin on her fingers, feeling the negative emotions from so many years ago rising in her chest yet again.

A phrase she said more often than she ever did, 'I love you' to her ex-boyfriend. At least ever since she had a fight with Minori, her closest friend, about a situation, she was just too overwhelmed due to news from a gynecologist about her own organs.

"Fuck!" She exclaims, throwing her phone with such force to the ground that the screen breaks and a corner crumbles.

"Easy, little lady," the bartender said, wiping away a little stain from the round table. "The phone didn't hurt you."

"And neither did she, and I still acted like an ass."

"We both know you didn't, you were just overwhelmed."

"Tch... Not an excuse."

"Easy now," he said calmly. "Did you at least reach an authority from Tartarus?"

"Yes... I can come back tomorrow, but I fear it isn't soon enough." Amaya laid her head on the table, burrowing her face in her arms.

"How bad can it be?"

"With Shin? Definitely the worst, he's just like," she halted, looking up and snapping her finger. "Like a cat that wanted to be tame but got kicked one too many times."

"Ah! And are you sure it doesn't come with the fact that you have a little crush on him?"

She lifts her head back up, looking at the bartender with a forced neutral expression. "Why would you think I have a crush?"

He smirked like a cheshire cat and said, "Right, no crush, you are hopelessly in love with Takami the thief otherwise, you would not have dumped your boyfriend."

Amaya pursed her lips. As much as she wasn't the biggest fan of admitting her feelings for Shinyo out loud, no one fools a bartender. "Perhaps I am," she sighed. "That was not how I wanted it to end, but here we are."

The bartender chuckled, a kind chuckle with no judgment behind it. "You'll learn from this."

Of course that was the line he would say. Because all advice was a circle. The same repetitive phrases for every single crisis in life. No matter how much truth it held, it would never be advice with an actual solution. Empty, hollow promises.

With a forced smile and the corners of her lips forming into a calculated smile with no wrinkles, she said, “Of course." Her voice sounded sincere and kind, but hollow.

With this, she chugs down her pink lady, pushing herself up from the creaky chair. her steps clicking on the floor as she gets behind the stage and into the rooms for the performers. Even though it would be hours before the Pink cavern would open, the backstage area was filled to the brim with various women and men. Noticeably more mutants.

She followed her way through to one of her private dressing rooms. A small room that smelled of various perfumes and deodorants.

The room was an eyesore. Costumes, accessories, and various props are all scattered across the small room. The makeup table was overflowing with different containers of various cremes, paints, and oils. Glitter containers are spilling over because they have been knocked over. The walls looked like they belonged in 1920.

Overall, the room looked like it belonged to a child or, worse, a hoarder who never got any help and died in the chaos.

A click echoed through the silent room, and the door closed. Amaya sat down in the creaky chair, creating a skin-crawling noise that made her shiver in response.

Her eyes lost the arrogant glimmer. Her posture didn’t scream confidence. With the worry gnawing at her brain and heart, she felt like she was unable to relax until she made sure Shinyo was relatively safe, not like other methods weren't just as bad as Imawashi.

“How's the boyfriend doing?” Shinyo asked, grinning like a dog.

“Hm? Why?"

“Ahh, you know." Just curious since your cheek doesn’t look like you just came from wrestling.

Amaya rolled her eyes. “Haha, very funny,” she said, unimpressed.

“You should dump him.”

“And you shouldn't marry someone you just met.”

“Aye too late for that, and my death has already separated us.”

Sweet memories that are actually not sweet. They all share one thing, and that is a trust that was built on pillars of loose sand. Hauntingly sweet in dreams and the day.

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Sky blue. 

If there was more beautiful scenery, Amaya wouldn't know her. The wind was cold on her fair skin, and her jacket was barely able to keep her form warm. Strawberry-blonde hair is whipping through the sea wind.

Brown wings carry her through to her destination, an island inhabiting the most dangerous criminals the world has ever known. 

Face filled with nothing but pure anxiety.

As she entered the facility, greeting some colleagues here and there., she stormed through to the changing rooms. Locking her bag away along with her jacket, which for some reason was drenched with sea water, made it smell salty and unwelcoming.

“I know you don't want to talk about it, but... I really don't want to trust some videos and, excuse me for my language, an asshole who deserves to be locked away more than you.”

“You are always a charmer,” Shinyo said, his muscles tensing. “Why should I tell you something you already know?”. After so much time has passed and the lack of humanity inside this hellhole except for one singular person, even Takami Shinyo has a hard time not dwelling in the comfort, especially since every second could be his last.

Sometimes he wondered what happened to the comforting face of his Nitsuki, his wife, his love of his life. Having long forgotten what the shape of her face or smell was, he couldn't even remember the last memory they shared together. 

All replaced by an image of a woman he should hate and distrust. Sky blue siren eyes that only lost their spark twice since they met. Blonde hair that has this rich rose gold shimmer when the cold light hits it, appearing warm and comforting. The smell of fresh air and newly washed clothes hanging in the summer breeze filled his nose whenever she entered the room. How he longed for her touch. The memory of his breakdown turned into a happy incident whenever he remembered how close he was to her, the warmth of her body pressing into him. Her fingers brushing through his sticky, unkempt hair.

And her heartbeat.

He never heard a heartbeat so intact with every emotion on display. How her lips spoke the truth, gently leading him away. A song and perhaps a sweet little lie weaved into her every word that he clung onto like a stray.

Every step that felt like running through a forest made her heart race faster. Breathing, something always so calm and natural, felt like a task Amaya wished to discard to someone more suitable for the job. Her eyes were scanning through every boring detail in halls and doors, especially the doors. Opening them as fast as possible, not fearing if there might be an alarm to set off if you work through the doors too quickly.

The silence in the small cell was calming. You could hear a small scratching of a pen on paper and the breathing of two people.

The man, Takami Shinyo, studied the face of his assigned therapist, Howashi Amaya. Noticing that despite all odds and his general sense of self-protection, she was indeed a beauty, many would lick their fingers to even talk to her, she was somehow familiar. A face made for a superstar. The best part for him, which didn’t include her appearance, was that she was incredibly smart at times and had a talent she didn’t use.

But her eyes…

Her eyes are sky blue.

It felt strangely empty in Tartarus—too empty. There are no guards patrolling, even most of the cameras seem to be forgotten. How strange.

The deeper Amaya went down, the more the prison felt like a lost place. Not even a sound from anyone could be heard. No talking, grunting, or even screams.

Reaching the correct level, a scream, shudder running down the spine of Amaya, a scream haunting her dreams just like all the images from every photo and recording she had to endure. Then followed silence.

With featherlight steps, stop in front of the big iron door. Her heart felt like a machine that had been running for a decade without any maintenance.

When the door burst open after several minutes, Amaya was promptly run over by a bloody and heaving animal… In reality, it was not an animal but Shinyo. Pressing his slightly taller body into her. Hands covered in blood and pupils as small as sandcorn.

Shinyo stared down at a wide-eyed Amaya. Listening to her heartbeat like he never had before, she was scared—a simple observation.

Cautiously, to not cause her more stress than necessary, he gently placed his blood covered hand on her cheek. Her skin was hot, and blood stayed out like a thorn on her skin. In secret desire, Shinyo found it to be incredibly hot to look at her like this, if he could ignore her damn heartbeat.

“Your eyes are really pretty, like the sky-”

"Sky,” they say in unison.

“Say no, and I'll stop, '' Shinyo whispered. Leaning closer into Amaya, he presses his body weight even more into her, trapping her. Ever so gently, his chapped and bruised lips touched hers. A pang of guilt spread in him, which he immediately stomped out like a fire, considering what happened earlier.

Her lips tasted like…

Like her. Nothing compared to anything he has ever tasted before, and it was just perfect. Soft lips and even softer skin. Able to smell more than her usual freshly washed clothes in the summer scent. No, he was able to smell even the smaller scents now. The paper and ink, the salty sea, the smell of a burlesque bar.

How could a woman he knew for five years now be so perfect in every way, even though her flaws are so evident? So infuriating, even.

A hunger like never before spread across Shinyo, clouding his mind. Abandoning her lips to kiss along her neck. One hand is going behind her neck, the other roaming over her body. A sweet yelp along with a sharp inhale left her lips—a sweet sound he wanted to hear more of.

“Shinyo”

He didn't hear.

“Shinyo!”

He didn’t stop.

"Takami!” she tried again. “Stop!". Her hands were already trying to push him away, he didn't even move an inch.

This time, though, he stopped. Looking down at her with big eyes.

“I... we... we shouldn't,” she said with a shaking voice. Gasping for air, cheeks flushed a pale pink.

Her rib cage moved in a calm pattern. Drawing in Shinyo's gaze as his foggy brain tried to analyze her words.

But once his brain finally connected the dots, he hovered over her in a more appropriate way, if that was even possible considering he basically just tried to eat her.

She started feeling another surge of fear crawling into her brain. She felt like she should have just let it happen, endured the pain, and don't complain. Who knows what he might do to her? After all, just because he didn't kill her now doesn-

A quick look inside the cell made her blood freeze. The fact that Shinyo immediately pushed her face away from the scene was just a second too late.

Lifeless eyes and a gory horror scene one hopes would never see.

“Don't look,” he said with a serious voice. “You shouldn't have to see that”

“I-is that Imawashi?”

“He was”

Amaya closed her eyes. Letting her thoughts ramble for any kind of solution or excuse. Calming her heartbeat by the second she chose one of her hopefully not so regrettable decisions.

“My ID is in my coat, the code is 54782.”

He stared down at her, not even sure if what he heard was the truth. Did Amaya really tell him the code for the door? Let alone, he needed an ID.

“I know the longer code, don't worry about me and go. Through all the green doors you see, until you can decide which elevator, take the one in the corner that looks way too old to be allowed in here.

There was no goodbye. Just a mutant with gorgeous red wings leaving the prison.

The highest security prison in the world.

He escaped Tartarus, a place no one leaves alive.

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Glittering highlighter was dabbed onto her skin with a soft and puffy brush. A golden shimmer was left behind, like expensive jewelry. 

The show outfit resembled a typical burlesque outfit, with feathers and gold. A corset fit snuggly on her upper body, displaying what little she had to offer.

Amaya moved into position, ready for the show to start.

The curtains opened, and the first people to recognize her cheered instantly. The music, along with the choreographed movements, burned into her brain like nothing else. A message  she needed to bring out into the world, hoping that one day it might be different again. The problem holding her longer captive than those red eyes she can't remove from her mind.

“You should take it as a compliment

If I were you, I would be more confident

You're lucky that you're pretty

Why are you obsessed with your appearance?

I don't wanna hear it, you're fine

It's been my best-kept secret for a while now

No one ever sees it, but it's all around

It's the dinner conversation no one talks about

Don't know how much longer I can keep this down

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade

Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything

It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive

They're all like

"Did you change your hair?"

"Did you lose a little weight?"

"You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great"

I hate that I always look my best

When I'm dying on the inside

When I'm dying on the inside

I wish I could break the mirror

That makes me feel like I should fucking disappear

And drown my demons in a bathtub filled with tears

No matter what I try, they always seem to come back to life

What if I didn't do this to my body?

What if I quit and then you don't want me?

The dinner conversation no one talks about

Don't know how much longer I can keep this down

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade

Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything

It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive

They're all like

"Did you change your hair?"

"Did you lose a little weight?"

"You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great"

I hate that I always look my best

When I'm dying on the inside

When I'm dying on the inside

When I'm dying on the inside

You should take it as a compliment

If I were you, I would be more confident

You're lucky that you're pretty

Why are you obsessed with your appearance?

I don't wanna hear it, you're fine

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade

Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything

It's all a lie, honestly, it's eating me alive

They're all like

"Did you change your hair?"

"Did you lose a little weight?"

"You should keep it up 'cause it really looks great"

I hate that I always look my best

When I'm dying on the inside”

Applause held a feeling that should have its own word. It brings joy, a confirmation for the artist that whatever was presented was enjoyable.

It had been a long time since Amaya has been able to enjoy the praise. No longer was there this bitter aftertaste like before.

With lots of air kisses and waving the audience goodbye, she left the stage. Feeling the afterglow of the performance in the air. All the other artists started to compliment her.

She quickly made her way back to her room, discarding the sweat drenched costume in a corner. Putting on a tight fitting black dress, a cutout in the front.

In a silence that, of course, was filled with chatter from the outside, she calmed down in peace. But the peace was not meant for long because Amaya remembered something. Endeavour, along with any trace of Shinyo, was missing. Minori never answered her phone as well. Amaya was so desperate at that point that she even tried to contact Harima, Minoris' husband.

But nothing.

Amaya scratched her neck. This was way too stressful for an outsider. But she wasn't an outsider, it was her fault since the beginning of all that happened. She should have never gotten involved with a criminal in the first place.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” she said.

The nice bartender opened the door, having an apologetic smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but someone wants to see you.”

She tilted her head. Since there was no other choice but to find out who wanted to see her, Amaya decided it would be best to just get to this someone. In secret, she hoped it was Shinyo, Minori, or even Endeavour.

When she entered the bar, it was strangely empty. Less than a handful of people.

Walking over to the bar, where a tall man with a white suit was standing beside him. Leaning against the counter, she looks up to him.

“You wanted to see me?" she said. As he looked down on her she could tell something inside her told her to run away.

“Yes, you are Howashi Amaya, correct?”

“That's me”

“Say… Do you know Takami Shinyo?”

“... Why?”

“It is just that I would like to talk to him, even if you don't know where he is right now, I still like to know what the bird sang in prison.”

He is dangerous.

“I don't know him,” Amaya said as soon as she came to the conclusion.

“Huh,” he hummed. He placed his hand in a caressing way on her forearm. “And here I thought you worked with him, as his therapist in Tartarus.”

“I-” She can't move.

“How about we talk in private, yeah? I am sure you won't mind singing for me,” he chuckled, adding one last thing “How rude of me, little lady, My name is Junto, and don't worry, you will not forget.”

[artedegwen]

Right sketchy-roo is Junto depicted as 48/49 yrs old 💕

[tfoyzine22]

This week’s spotlight is none other than the lovely 💕✨ @littlelilett 💕✨

[harudokuro-traducciones]

QUARTET CROWN (Español)

Intérprete: QUARTET NIGHT Kotobuki Reiji (CV. Morikubo Showtaro), Kurosaki Ranmaru (CV. Suzuki Tatsuhisa), Mikaze Ai (Aoi Shouta), Camus (CV. Maeno Tomoaki)

Álbum: Uta no Prince-sama 10th Anniversary CD QUARTET NIGHT Ver.

Fecha de lanzamiento: 2 junio 2021

QUARTET CROWN

「ついておいで」のFirst word “Tsuite oide” no First word En los días que se han ido superponiendo

重ね合う日々が Kasaneau hibi ga Luego de la primera palabra de “ven conmigo”*,

Dear my precious Mi preciosa amada,

こんなに募り Konna ni tsunori Te he amado tanto,

愛にした Ai ni shita Cada día más

火花が弾け飛んだ Hibana ga hajiketonda Las chispas estallaron

視線のクチヅケ Shisen no kuchizuke Con el beso de una mirada

No, no, missing No, no, desaparece

燃える為の恋への導火線に Moeru tame no koi e no doukasen ni Y encendieron la mecha del amor

火をつけた Hi o tsuketa Para arder

そして求め合う Soshite motomeau Entonces nos deseamos

Te amo, Te quiero

Dancing Bailando

甘美なる Kanbinaru En un momento

熱に Netsu ni De fascinación

魅惑のひととき Miwaku no hitotoki Por este dulce calor

今宵は Koyoi wa Esta noche,

二人 Futari Mientras  

夜明けを Yoake o Esperamos juntos

待つまで Matsu made Hasta que amanezca,

禁断の Kindan no Ese sueño

夢を Yume o Prohibido

夢じゃなくそう Yume janaku sou No será sólo un sueño

Te amare por siempre

踊ろう共に Odorou tomo ni Bailemos juntos

月明かり愛し合って Tsukiakari aishiatte Y amémonos a la luz de la luna

吐息がセクシーに頬をくすぐる Toiki ga sekushii ni hoho o kusuguru Los suspiros hacen cosquillas en las mejillas de manera sexy

その先のキスに堕ちよう Sono saki no kisu ni ochiyou Así que vamos a caer en un beso más allá de eso

王冠を目指しきった空の果て Oukan o mezashi kitta sora no hate La corona a la que apuntamos está al final del cielo

き Ki Y

み Mi Te

も Mo Llevaremos

つ Tsu Con

れてく Reteku Nosotros

生まれながらの王など Umarenagara no ou nado No existe tal cosa

存在はしない Sonzai wa shinai Como un rey innato,

Legend days Días de leyenda

人が認めて Hito ga mitomete La gente es quien los reconoce

器になる Utsuwa ni naru Y los convierte en uno

道を振り返るなら Nichi o furikaerunara Si miro hacia atrás en mi camino,

愛に振り返れ Ai ni furikaere Miro atrás en el amor

No, no, praying No, no, rezando

今の自分を輝かせてくれた Ima no jibun o kagayakasete kureta A la sonrisa que hizo que el yo de ahora

笑顔へと Egao e to Brillara

そしてまた歌う Soshite mata utau Entonces cantaré de nuevo

Te amo, Te quiero

Singing Cantando

夢も愛も Yume mo ai mo Soy un rey codicioso

ぜんぶ Zenbu Que quiere

強欲な王さ Gouyokuna ou sa Todos los sueños y el amor

広がった Hirogatta Llevaremos

世界 Sekai El mundo

煌めいた Kirameita Que se extiende

明日に Ashita ni Al brillante

連れてく Tsureteku Mañana

それが Sore ga Esa es

カルテット魂 Karutetto tamashii El alma del cuarteto

Eres amor de mi vida

決して離さない Kesshite hanasanai De ahora en adelante

1秒も…この先も Ichi byou mo… Kono saki mo Nunca te dejaré ir… ni por un segundo

その首筋に消えても…消えても Sono kubisuji ni kiete mo… Kiete mo Aunque desaparezcan de tu cuello… Aunque desaparezcan,

深くずっと残る痣を Fukaku zutto nokoru aza o Las marcas que dejé ahí serán profundas por siempre

飽くなき熱情を貪って Akunaki netsujou o musabotte Esta insaciable pasión nos está devorando

と To ¿Vamos

ろ Ro A

け Ke De-

あ A Rre-

おうか？ Ou ka? Tirnos?

誰にも手の届かない高みへ Darenimo te no todokanai takami e Si estamos contigo seguramente seremos capaces

君となら行けるはず Kimi to nara ikeru hazu De llegar a alturas que nadie más puede alcanzar

「今」へと止(とど)まることは似合わない “Ima” e to todomaru koto wa niawanai No va con nosotros el detenerse en el “ahora”

終わりなき階段へと Owari naki kaidan e to Vamos por unas escaleras interminables

Te amare por siempre

踊ろう共に Odorou tomo ni Bailemos juntos

RISE AGAIN愛し合って RISE AGAIN aishiatte Y amémonos levantándonos de nuevo

Eres amor de mi vida

決して離さない Kesshite hanasanai Nunca te dejaré ir

永遠(とわ)の夢　永遠(とわ)に飛ぼう Towa no yume towa ni tobou Así que volemos por siempre en este sueño eterno

王冠を目指しきった空の果て Oukan o mezashi kitta sora no hate La corona a la que apuntamos está al final del cielo

き Ki Y

み Mi Te

も Mo Llevaremos

つ Tsu Con

れてく Reteku Nosotros

踊り疲れたら Odori tsukaretara Si estás cansada de bailar,

内緒でぬけよう Naisho de nukeyou Escapemos en secreto

終わりなき夢の Owari naki yume no Quiero enseñarte un mapa

地図をみせたい Chizu o misetai A un sueño sin fin

Notas:

* Se refieren a “luego de su primera canción” porque “I Love you tsuite oide” es la primera línea de QUARTET★NIGHT, su canción debut.

* Hay más referencias a  QUARTET★NIGHT (casi todas las líneas en inglés aquí son también líneas en esa canción) así como a sus primeros duetos (en los coros dicen el título -o parte- de sus duetos).

* Las líneas en español que no tienen letra en japonés ni romaji, así son originalmente en la canción (por ello también los errores ortográficos y gramaticales).

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Hola estaré escribiendo un libro de bnha , acá subiré los caps y las fotos ,la serie (libro :v) se tratará de un AU aizawa shouta será el principal , primero se habrán que haber leído el volumen 8 de vigilantes de bnha pero si no lo han echo no pasa nada , en este AU oboro shitakumo nunca murio y aizawa tiene un bully , hizashi Yamaha ,

CAP 1: oboro  shirakumo y aizawa shouta discutieron muy fuerte y después de ese día aizawa fue cambiado a otra escuela de PURA CASUALIDAD y a la UA se le agregaron 3 años más por lo que en vez de ser solo 3 años de la UA terminaron siendo 6 años y al 4 año aizawa shouta abría regresado pero con otros tres amigos ms. Joke , mirko ,y keigo takami estos 4 fueron contratados por la UA para proteger a los estudiantes pos si acaso , aizawa y sus compañeros todavía no terminaban la escuela pero tenían tiempo ya que esos estaban en escuela nocturna , cuando llegaron al salón se presentaron , al principio la clase no reconoció a aizawa , pero cuando dijo su nombre todos se quedaron mudos este paso con sus compañeros a mero atrás ,después de un rato  la clase fue a el entrenamiento y los 4 amigos no decían nada , estos ni siquiera tenían expresiones solo miraban y estaban atentos…asta que un gran ruido y los 4 amigos comenzaron a apuntar con sus armas (pistolas :v) a donde venía el ruido y eran 4 villanos

Mirko:uno para cada uno 

Mirlo sonrió y comenzó a atacar la los villanos en menos de un segundo terminaron con los villanos y el profesor llamó a la policía para que se encargaran mientras tanto la clase siguió entrenando , después de clases hizashi y shirakumo alcansaron a aizawa , y oboro y hizashi comenzaron a abobarle aizawa se alegró de verlos y comenzaron a hablar , después vio como su bully lo miraba junto con la remesas clase y susotros enemigos pasados de su clase y no les hizo caso , eso causó un gran Inpacto en el bully de aizawa ya que no esperaba esa reacción , todos pensaban que era igual de mansito y desconfiado que antes peor se equivocaban eso se los demostró al actuar un poco  agresivo cuando se le asercaban mucho ( a espsion de hizashi y oboro) o cuando intentaban golpearlo o lastimarlo a el o a sus amigos así que de el marginado de clase se convirtió en el marginado de clase que si quiere te aplasta , en la spcieudad le empezaron a llamar el “melodeador” y “wendigo” Ya que actuaba tanto de día como de noche y a aizawa le ponían esos nombres ya que causaba mucho miedo con su máscara  que era como un craneo de un venado y su ropa era totalmente negra , Yoda la gente lo consideraba alguien que piensa como villano y actúa como héroe 

FIN DEL CAP 1 :D

[takami-flock]

Trick or Treat with Takami Brothers

Happy Halloween yall <3

Credits for characters to @ sleepwalkersqueen

[kurokotori]

FoY fanart wip! ;v; Mind the little Hawks, he wanted to be a part of the screenshot. Junto and Shinyo belong to @sleepwalkersqueen ! Been feeling a little ill lately, and I'm not entirely sure when this will be finished, so I'm posting this now :D

[roo-brr]

*chucks them at you* TAKE THEM

More Shinyo memes, but ANGUISHED

And Junto :3 being....😀

If you go on the "Takami Flock | FoY" Discord, you can use them, and more! :>>>

[wentasch]

Yoooo. Some time ago I made these and never really uploaded them.

These are some memes from the FoY Universe with @takami-flock and my OCs.

Half of it is roasting Junto. Man deserves it though. Thank you, Shun 🙏

I got the idea to make memes about the characters from @takami-flock ^^ She has done it with the normal FoY cast.

So check her out 🔫

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

Inspired by the Fanfiction 'Fear of you' from @sleepwalkersqueen

Note: Apparently my brain didn't like that much of an open ending and I also couldn't wait to let my friend proofread it:). But this most likely will be the last chapter and once I have a seperate AO3 account I will post it there (I'll post it once it is on there and when I figured AO3 out;)). Btw. yes, I did write sappy poems.

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Warnings: Torture, implied intend of r*pe, implied r*pe, swearing, Junto

Chapter 06

Perhaps she is the most beautiful girl you met,

A rare porcelain curse

Raying light in the sunset.

A Beauty beyond the universe.

Shining eyes beyond the horizion,

Dipping down into the deepest sky and ocean,

Touching the soul, but touching none,

Something so sweet and rare for lovin, not asking fo devotion.

Cascading blonde hair shimmering rosegold,

Rich colour for a luxurious one.

Warm hands with a soft touch made to hold.

Glistening smooth skin.

A warmth you only knew from a better time,

But ten times more loving.

Because as you learned over time,

It was never her beauty that encaptured the first time,

It was the strong eyes,

Held together by the nose that was so far up,

Arrogant, snarky, true and unbelievable wise.

Her entire attitude held together by a flawless setup.

A setup that barely held lies in her soul.

Instead it was the fuel,

Fire burning up her truthfull goal.

Recovery for a fool.

Three men were currently inside a back room in the pink cavern. A large, bulky one held a cigarette between his teeth while he leaned against the door, blocking the only entrance. A smug grin was plastered across his face. 

The other man was pacing around the room, one eye always on the two figures sitting on the sofa. A scene that could freeze the blood of the toughest soldiers or would put even Harima into a sweat. Being prey to hungry predators.

Wine glasses clinking against each other, one shaking that was held by the slender hand with red-colored nails of a woman who wished for nothing more than to escape this room. Eyes flicked at each man at any given second, hoping to find any kind of loophole to escape this tension-filled room. She feared even her smooth talking would not get her out of here.

The taste of the most expensive wine felt wonderful on the taste buds. The rich flavor and the sweet note in the aftertaste left a warm feeling of fulfillment. In any other situation, she would have sighed, leaning back against anything and relaxing in this feeling. Listening to the quiet of the night while the alcohol slowly consumed her mind, easing up her muscles and stress. Watching the cats and birds with a smile. A blissful heaven on earth as she dreamed about a different life.

Only this time, with each sip she was forced to take, felt like another second closer to hell.

 

The warm hand resting against her waist burned into her skin. It felt like a hot iron tightly pressed into it that could even make the strongest person howl in pain; she stayed quiet. A sensation that only grew with the pain when she got pulled closer to the side of the man, she tried her best to forget his name. Not wanting to indulge in his promise, he made her.

“Now tell me, little lady,” he purred against her face. “Takami liked you, didn't he? Or at least he pretended to.”. His voice sounded like a mockery, being so full of himself that he was certain Shinyo only pretended, but they never actually had any conversations like that.

She didn't know if he liked her the way she loved him, with all her flaws overflowing with unearned unconditional love.

She pressed her lips together tightly; the hot air and the smell of blood in his breath made her sick. Her stomach churned, and she had to hold everything together to not vomit on him. Even if this could give her a satisfied feeling of defying that man, it reminded her too much of memories she hid in the deepest depths of her mind. Even if those memories haunt her with every decision.

The man chuckled at her reaction, having noticed every muscle that tensed up in her body and how her face contorted in pain he hadn't even inflicted on her yet. Her heartbeat was louder than the crashing waves of a storm. He had her exactly where he needed her to be, in terrifying fear with phantom pains.

Talons grew from his fingertips, wandering down her side. The black dress along her skin was cut open by the second. His hands dug deep into the flesh of her hips, right at the side where the fat of her ass started. She held back a scream with a sharp gasp. The sudden stinging pain made her realize how helpless she is.

“Perhaps a little snack would ease your mood?” He asked with his head buried in the crook of her neck. Nibbling at the thin skin with his sharp teeth, just enough so no blood escaped the bruised flesh. But enough to make her body shudder.

Amaya stayed as quiet as a mouse. The freshly inflicted wound soaked her torn dress full of blood; it was cold. With a snap of his finger, one of the men went outside to get some food. Momentarily getting her out of this trance just to fall right into the radio silence again. Her ears and eyes are deaf to everything surrounding her, like a toy with no will or mind.

She didn’t notice when he got back. The sharp talons traced lazy patterns into her skin; even that didn't put her back into reality despite the burning of her flesh. Only the smell of something with meat caught her full attention; to her growing horror, it was definitely chicken—a bird at the very least.

“Look at that; he brought some chicken nuggets,” the man grinned. Taking the plate, he broke his hot touch on her body, leaving a cold burn mark. “Take one,” he said, practically shoving the plate into her face. A wide grin that belonged to the devil spread across his lips.

For the first time since she had to endure this endless torture, she was not able to hold back her wretching. Holding her hands against her mouth out of instinct, she covered her nose to block out the sickening smell of the chicken. This was already too much to handle, and this was not even the worst they could do.

All she could see in that moment was the dead bird on her desk and how it tasted when her instincts overwhelmed her tiny, stupid bird brain. The crunching sound of breaking bones is mixed with the bloody taste of fresh, untouched meat. The classmate who saw her—or was it even a classmate? She couldn't remember.

“Come on, you look half-starved. Some meat will do you good,” the man cooed. “Or perhaps you'd like something else? Beef? Snake?”

Amaya would prefer to eat nothing. Her skin crawled with just the mere memory of meat between her teeth. How the light, chewy texture melts in her mouth with each bite. A little bit chewy in some parts, it felt like polishing your teeth with something rubbery. The taste filled all your senses with a warm, pleasant feeling that made you dig right into it again. Stupid instincts.

With a forced smile that made her face feel ticklish, she said between her teeth, "N-no, thank you." As soon as she tried to decline the offer of food, his hand snapped forward to her throat. Squeezing it tightly.

Gasping for air, her hand snapped forward to his wrist, trying to pull it away from her but having no success. Not even her own talons seem to bother the man.

“You eat it.”

 

Slowly, he pulled away from the terrified woman. Her heartbeat was racing like an old machine running over time. Shaking like a leaf, she took a nugget off the plate. With a quick glance at the man, she realized there was no backing down. Biting down on the tasteful little piece was the first problem. Focusing on all the weird sensations in her mouth was the second. The last and worst part was continuing her chewing and having to swallow it.

Even with her worst hangover or being incredibly sick, Amaya has never felt such an urge to cut open her stomach. Her throat burned when she tried to hold back her wretching. Tears were prickling down the side of her face, the mascara running along with it.

But even with her best efforts, she was not able to hold back the contents of her stomach.

Junt- the man, laughed at the pitiful figure. Watching her vomit at the side of the table and listening to her cry. Now it was clear he knew about her apprehension towards meat; this was the beginning of her torture. If he had not known this fact, it must have been the luckiest guess of his day. How could he know something as intimate as that was beyond her understanding? Only two people knew. One would take it to their grave, and the other wouldn't care enough to tell him that.

Junto grabbed her hair, pulling her up with such force that she fell against the sofa. With his thumb, he wiped the remains off of her lips, disgusting. Eyes glowing with satisfaction, he sat between her legs. His sharp red eyes bore into the depths of her brain, making out each imperfection on her face. Absent-mindedly, he stated, “On closer inspection, you really don't look as perfect as everyone claims.”.

 

Her eye twitched.

 

“Are you willing to talk now?” He asked while placing one hand under her chin to make her look into his eyes. “Or perhaps we should just start with the fun part.”

With one swift motion, he tore open her dress, revealing her underwear. The sound ripped through the room, with the other two men glancing at the display with a smirk on their lips. “The girl also started to remember afterwards. I mean, not that she knew much anyway, but for me and my men, it was a good stress relief.”.

“And a good thing is you aren't pregnant, right? At least your doctor had some interesting things to say about you. Nature can be cruel, right?”

Exposed, vulnerable, and in absolute misery would be the best way to describe the emotions of Amaya. The dreadful torture of him taking his time was only the cherry on top.

Oh, Amaya could curse every single choice she ever made right now. She could curse out the day she started at university and the day she started working for Tartarus. Curse the day Endeavour gave her the last key to every floor in prison. Curse the day her parents were lucky enough to have her. Curse the man who would be responsible for this.

Even with the fear and anger rising in her chest, she still wasn't able to shake this gorgeous face off her mind. She was praying that she would wake up next to this charming asshole of a man and had no worries except for the next week, when she would be at work again. At this point, she would even quit Tartarus and work in a clinic or be self-employed. Being woken up by an energetic little fluff ball instead of enduring this. Or dealing with criminals in general.

Everything in this world would be better than this.

Even death would be less cruel.

dying for a man who you fell in love with in disturbing circumstances...

With the last drop of spite she found in her trembling body, Amaya did what she was able to do.

 

Curse the man who was responsible.

“Fuck you! You can do whatever you want, you sick bastard, but I will not give you the satisfaction of winning a game I never wanted to play,” Amaya snarled right into his face. Eyes burning with fire, she was determined to never wipe out. Not for him, not for anyone. Even if it meant experiencing one of the worst disgraces known to humans, even if she would die from it for him,.

The last person to always have trust in him.

Pouring oil into an already-stirring fire was promised to cause an explosion, but parents mostly never told their children to never take out an oil fire with water. Juntos's talons dove deep into the pulse on her neck, blood trickling down where the talons bore into her skin. Feeling her vision get blurry and her head start to feel lightheaded, Amaya did what she was able to do best.

Never back down too easily.

Activating her quirk made her body temperature rise instantly, and the wounds started to close themselves. At the cost of exhaustion and a fever, she was filled with determination to not die. After all, she still had so much work to do. Even if it would take all her energy to survive, for one last hello, she would endure. For one last hug, she would survive.

The blow she expected to feel never came. She was ready to feel the ripped clothes leaving her body completely, becoming more vulnerable than she already was, but it never came. Junto didn't do the thing he hinted at from the beginning.

Instead, it was a skilled hand twisting her arm in an unnatural position; it did not crack just yet, but the pain was burning. The skin stretched and had already turned red; the snap was short and less painful than expected.

A crack in the ear deafens the sound traveling through hollow parts of her body. The grinding of the broken bone inside was an agonizing pain that got more uncomfortable with the thought of what was happening inside. Her quirk started mending the bones back together, at least as best as her quirk allowed it.

Her breath got caught in her throat, and she suppressed the urge to scream. The small amount of energy she had left was daring to leave her completely. How pathetic to already be at the limit, she thought.

“It's no fun if you are already expecting that." Junto chimed, pushing the table with a quick kick into the next wall. The crash of splintering wood was loud, along with the glass bursting into millions of shiny pieces.

Junto grabbed her by the hair, throwing her with no effort to the ground. She shrieked and covered her head with her arms, hoping it would shield her from the hard floor, but it didn't.

“Now let me tell you one thing, Songbird," he purred, rubbing his shoe into her cheek. “I just want a nice little present for Takami, perhaps your head or maybe your eyes.”

If his sickening sweet voice was a reference to something he could not possibly know was unknown and, quite frankly, not her concern at the moment, instead, she had to focus on the stinging in her cheek. The warm liquid that traveled down her forehead when she failed to protect her head. Her body burned like an open fire as she tried everything in her power to keep the damage to a minimum. Quirk started to let the downside show by making her feverish.

Tears welled in her eyes, and a broken sob escaped her throat. She wished for nothing more than to go home, snuggle up in her futon, and never get up again from the cozy warmth. And just maybe not be alone in doing so, but being alone would be fine too.

“No need to cry; I'll make sure you'll stay alive." Junto's boot left her cheek, and he crouched down to her on one knee. His talons grazed along her bruised cheek. “I still need you alive, much like his chick.”

Amaya froze up for a moment. Not because the stinging got worse by the cuts and with the air contact, it started to burn like the pits of hell, but because he had Shinyo’s kid. Somehow.

When Junto stepped away, she was ready to jump up and try escaping the stuffy room. She didn't care if they might catch her; she just needed to escape. Before she was even able to balance her weight on her shaky legs, the two other men pinned her to the ground. Their entire body weight was pressing against her arms, the broken one pumping with excruciating pain.

Struggling in their grip, she continued trying to stand up, but they were much stronger even if she were to use her mutant powers.

“Why do you even care? He probably gives no shit about me!” Amaya spat, glaring up at the man. After all, it was him who said he didn't care.

Junto laughed; it was cold and honest.

“Silly woman”

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Shinyo didn't know why he even bothered trying to sleep while his babyfeathers were somewhere out there, alone and malnourished in the cold. The anxiety gnawed at his insides, and the paranoia made him choke on his own breath. If his poor kid's condition would even make him stay alive long enough, that was questionable. Deep inside, he hoped he was at least somewhat safe with that damn Spider.

No matter how much he searched and searched, his sweet little chick was nowhere to be found. He felt as helpless as a bird in a cage with cut-off wings. A half-dead one, even.

At this rate, he might as well die. There was no one he could ask for help from anymore. No one would be stupid enough to challenge the government for some malnourished kid. Especially his kid.

His limping steps led him back to the room where Wolf was. He wouldn't dare admit it, but he felt the need to know his opinion.

“I thought we agreed you would sleep,” Wolf said without turning around.

Shinyo smirked, his eyes empty. “I don't need beauty sleep; I am already perfect.”

“You'd be surprised when you find out there are prettier people outside.”

Shinyo slumped down on the floor, making an agreeable sound. Deep down, he knew the reason why Tsuki was not the image he saw—there was someone even better than the woman he married so quickly.

Wolf turned around, not expecting Shinyo to agree with him. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And who is that?” Wolf asked, thinking he might know the answer.

His eyes darted up, gleaming with danger. Shinyo didn't understand why Wolf would even care, considering he would put her in danger if he even dared say her name. He might as well lie to him or just punch him to the ground.

“I met a pretty woman at my interrogation before they started using the more extreme methods.”

“Oh? Does the dog have a crush?” he mocked.

“She smelled like you.”

Shinyo’s eyes widened; it couldn't be Tsuki, and he has not touched any woman ever since. Not like that or ever since leaving Tsukis Place. He prayed to any god that would hopefully hear him that Wolf would not say her name, which he feared might be the one. The image that still haunts him in the most precious way.

He wasn't even able to deny her presence in his head anymore; she had too many similarities to Tsuki but was so much better than he remembered her. 

“I believe her name was Howashi Am-”

“Stop!” Shinyo growled, “I don't want to hear her name.”

Wolf stayed calm and silent. He could practically feel Shinyo’s body tensing up at the mention of her name. Even if Shinyo snapped at him, he was certain of one thing, something his nose never lied about. Though it was a deranged scent, it was clear he cared very deeply about her. That or she was the reason he was so fearful of being touched.

“She seemed genuine; maybe she can help.”. He scratched that thought quickly out of his mind. Back then, she didn't seem like the type to use physical harm on people; she had a sharp mind for that. 

Wolf was, of course, correct. Was there someone better to ask than a pretty woman who worked for the country and had the charm of a prince who made every princess in the land fall in love with him? She could simply sleep herself to the information he needed. Hell, she could probably let Harima eat out of her hands if she played her cards right.

But that made his stomach sick.

"No,” Shinyo said. He did not want her in danger. “I can't let her go through this." Unlike his son, he was able to push her to safety because she still had a life worth living. But most importantly, he still felt like he owned Keigo in a way he never realized he could own something, much like he once thought Tsuki belonged to him. Amaya did not belong to him. "Besides, I have no way of fucking knowing where she is." And as long as she was as safe as now, it would be okay. It was okay to never see her again, despite the ache he felt in his empty chest.

He just needed to find Keigo, maybe leave her a message, and flee the country. It was as simple as that. A safe life for his kid and himself.

“I know where she works.”

Shinyo could swear he felt his blood freeze when Wolf said that. What does he know? Clearly, knowing she is a therapist in Tartarus is not as helpful as it sounds; they can't simply call the fucking prison and ask for her.

“We could call them. If we were lucky, she is even working right now.”

He felt his eyes twitch. He would not have thought Wolf of all people to be this stupid. Especially with the long waiting time for her to come here, if she would even want to see him, "Yeah, sure,” he said sarcastically. “Let's call the fucking prison I escaped and ask them about the whereabouts of my therapist. Great idea, dumbass.”

“What are you talking about?” Wolf asked, surprised by the reaction. He would have thought Takami would do anything to find the pup, even calling someone like her. “She works in the pink cavern,” he added to make his point clear. He didn't know she was his therapist.

Ah shit. Of course, she mentioned something like that.

Shinyo scratched his neck; he was not sure what he should do about it. On one hand, he might find his precious little Keigo, and on the other, he might endanger one of the last people he might fight for or at the very least protect with his life.

But as he thought about what would be best to do, Wolf already dialed the number of the bar. Not granting him another minute to ponder about the possibilities.

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Cleaning the bar was one of the top priorities before opening. Every spot needed to be clean so that men and women could make a new mess again. It is truly astonishing how many liquids are spilled in a place that is meant for pure entertainment and not for pleasure, granting every wish from the lips. This isn't a strip club, after all.

Ever since this white-suit guy disappeared with Amaya, the barkeeper has had a bad feeling. Because it was someone straight from Harima, he could not help her, and he wanted to. She was not only arguably the best performer but also someone who was just so nicely human in every way.

He still remembered the news about the motel from not many days ago, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was Harimas' men. Especially those men.

The phone ringing made him jump slightly, having been caught up in his thoughts. He clamped the phone between his head and shoulders so he could still continue cleaning the glasses.

“Pink Cavern, you are speaking with Kim Jun; what can I help with?”

“Hello, is someone with the name Howashi Amaya working?”

“Uhm… Who is this?”

“If she does tell her, Fang Li asked for her.”

“Please stay on the phone; I'll go get her." Jun placed the phone down on the counter. He hurried towards the room where he had seen them disappear earlier. With force, he knocked on the door.

“Excuse me!” He yelled, “Miss Harima is on the phone for Amaya.”

Never in his life has Jun seen a door open so fast. In front of him was the rude man in the white suit; he didn't care to remember his name. He glared up at Jun with a honey-tinted smile.

“We are busy,” Junto said sternly.

“You really want to anger Harima's wife?” Jun asked, glaring just as much down at him. He knew no one dared mess with the Lady of the Big Boss.

Jun could practically see the blood boiling in Junto. The hesitation was evident in him, but deep down, he knew he couldn't keep her hostage if the lady boss wanted something from her. The last guy who did that was never seen again.

"Fine,” he said, opening the door and gesturing to the man to let her go. 

Amaya got up as quickly as possible, almost falling over from her lack of balance and her hurried action.

Her face was red and deeply bruised on her right side. Her nose and clothes were bloody, though most of her wounds looked relatively healed. But her body burned from the heat; he could feel that when she walked beside him. He would guess she definitely has a terrible fever.

They walked in silence towards the bar. Amaya is trying her best to hold the torn dress back together. Without wasting a second, Amaya took the phone, and Jun gave her a chair to sit in, just in case the adrenaline would make her too weak to stand.

“Minori! I am so glad you called. Listen, I am really sorry about what happened.” She spurted out like a pistol when she felt like she finally got the chance to explain to Minori her situation.

“What?” The voice of a man caught her off guard. If her suspicion was correct, this was not Minori but Fang Li. The Wolf-guy Endeavour caught him after cutting Shinyo off from more time.

She glanced over to the bartender, fully aware of what he had done for her. Help her escape with a quick lie.

“W-why did you call?” Her voice felt raw and had this hoarse sound from crying.

“Are you able to find out where Takami's kid is?”

Her heart dropped.

“Where should we meet?” She needed to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

Wolf stayed silent on the other side. He was surprised she would want to meet up with them; it felt suspicious. Though he could hear the pain in her voice with every word, he could hear the suffering through her frantic breathing on the phone. He had no choice but to do what Takami often lacked: trust.

“Seriously, we should probably discuss this eye-to-eye… please.”

He looked over at Shinyo, whom he held down because he wanted to take the phone away. Gladly, it was easy since he was still injured and, on top of that, exhausted. It was more like keeping a child at arms length, except the child wouldn't scratch and bite like a cat.

“All right,” he said. He didn't know what was happening, but something was off. He gave her a vague location and hoped he could actually trust her. 

Amaya was able to escape into the cold, alone and unfollowed by the red eyes. Walking mostly aimlessly around the streets made her realize how many injuries she actually endured for Shinyo. Her skin was burning like Endeavour’s outbursts, and at the same time, she felt like freezing to death. Every step reminded her that she couldn't heal the broken bone in her leg due to her exhaustion. The coat on Jun kept her relatively warm despite her changing temperature.

 

But she had to carry on and tell Shinyo what likely happened to little Takami. Tell him everything she knew.

Living through a dream, day to day again,

Seeing life passing by like an endless loop of time,

Hoping one day I regain

Every second you stole from me, that sticks to me like grime.

You don't believe in destiny, and gorgeous

Neither do I.

But still and I know it is forever this will be for us forever.

Red and gold and a blue sky,

Smelling like a rainy storm that barely just passed.

Wishing upon luck to not make us cry,

Always knowing this fairytale is made to be a nightmare.

But even after every scar,

every trauma caused within the name of you,

Even though it was never you.

I find myself not feeling the slighest regret.

No regret in seeing your eyelashes flutter,

The grin that barely left your lips.

Voice always louder than a quiet mutter.

A character that made my heart flutter.

No regret in a sacrifce for you,

Even if it's myself.

I love you.