#thewildcard

[prxenuntius]

There was a clench to his heart upon the sight of those tears swimming in the gold, but he tried to keep that faltering bottled up. "It's in the past, Tora." His voice retained the soft tone.

"I didn't suffer because of you, don't need to hide." He scoffed, his fangs peaking through his lips as he laughed. "I ain't a weakling. I would get hurt again, I will get hurt again, it has nothing to do with ya. I'm a bastard like that." He finally shrugged, a soft pat landing on bicolor hairs.

Despite how comforting the sudden closeness felt, alarm bells ringed on the back of Keisuke's mind. We need to move. We need to move. He shouldn't be seen out on the open with me. His hand dropped to the other's, he tried to limit the strength of his grip, but he tugged on to pull the tiger. "Can keep going on forever on how much you not a problem but let's do it while we fill the stomach before mine decides to eat itself."

He passed the threshold of the diner first, still dragging the bell-ringed by the arm, it smelled good, despite the whole restaurant thing being an excuse to drag Kazutora out of the Bonten territory, he was actually getting kinda hungry now. When wasn't he?

His eyes sharpened, rusted gaze settled on the one waitress he could identify. " I'm paying dinner on this one, if you let him try anything funny like trying to pay behind my back, I will burn this place to the ground with all of ya inside." He almost growled, the tone back to that frivolous quality it had obtain with the years.

"Made myself clear?" He said with a smile that held zero honesty and one hundred percent threat, his tongue poking out afterwards, out of the other's sight, black ink and metallic glimpse out for display. It was a warning, the Bonten tattoo. He then nodded in an almost-uncharacteristically-cute satisfied way, walking finally towards a table, letting go of his friend's (should he still call him that? He still called him that.) hand, only to take a seat and grab the menu.

"I want the biggest burger you have, with fries and whatever clear colored soda you carry." His eyes almost looked dead and certainly warned of it, tone dismissive and cold, so clearly shaped by what his life and gang had become over the years. "Kazutora?" It was almost uncanny how his voice changed when addressing him, even if it was just his name. But well, it didn't take much for him to warm up towards the tiger, not with their history, not with how vulnerable he had shown himself towards Keisuke.

Geez, he must have been even hungrier than Kazutora was. But he doesn't have any problem with keeping up with Baji. Not in speed at least. " Blessed are the convenience stores. " Kazutora laughs breathlessly - they were lifesavors for the average people, delinquents, and criminals alike. Food hit different at two in the morning after all.

It doesn't help the pain that gnaws at his heart and mind. God. He had a reputation as a fierce and bold tiger in the underground, but he feels like a fragile cub right now. That's always has been the reality though? There's the Kazutora that the world knows, and then there's the Kazutora that Baji always managed to bring out. Baji had always seen the pain and fear that was behind Kazutora's antics or words even when no one else did. He didn't want to seem weak but that's all he feels when he's forcing back tears and struggling to draw in air.

Hearing Baji laugh like that, loud and deep felt like the first warmth he's felt in years. Even when despair has its roots deep in the tiger's soul, seeing Baji of all people bow...It would have been silly at fifteen, it was downright ridiculous and absurd at twenty-seven. But it causes Kazutora to laugh, sweet and genuine despite the audible tremble in his voice.

He doesn't have to do anything, because the next thing he knows, he's buried against Baji's chest.

Tears spring to his eyes and start to roll down his cheeks as his free hand wraps around Baji to clutch onto the back of his jacket like a lifeline. He can feel the hand on the top of his head and it feels safe. It makes him feel elven and twelve and fifteen again, seeking refuge with Baji because Baji was the only place in the world he felt safe. It feels like his legs are going to give out but thankfully they don't. Kazutora buries his face against Baji's chest, away from the streets and the world as the burning tears of sorrow fall despite his attempts to hold them back.

Baji's voice... It's deeper but it sounds so much more like the voice he'd once heard all the time now. Softer and caring. " I know. " Kazutora manages to blubber between the tears, fist tightening desperately at the fabric of Baji's jacket. " But you could have. It was my fault. How could I...? " He shakes, the emotions too much to stay buried.

He doesn't want to move, he wants to cling to Baji and never let go. But he lets Baji pull back slightly, trying to avoid his eyes but wet eyes turns up to look at him. His heart aches with painful warmth when he sees Baji smile. He doesn't want to forget that smile.

" Baji... You suffered so much because of me. I hid because I was terrified you'd get hurt again because of me. " Kazutora mumbles, sinking back against Baji's chest.

[dracdliweht]

ur username is pretty easy to say its like “drack-dlee-whet” right

wow that is correct it also means 'thewildcard' backwards

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[tired-writer-in-progress]

I’m finally back from school-

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[prxenuntius]

Breaths were still somewhat shallow, the struggle muted out by the beeping of the machines and the dripping of the IV connected to him. He really should be thankful, if it wasn't for the medicine, even breathing would hurt like walking through hell and back, not that it didn't hurt or that his body didn't feel as if he had been ran over, but he knew it could be much worse.

He drifted in and out of dreamless sleep, his body clearly demanding the much needed rest in a constant fight with his hyperactive mind. Was everyone okay? What happened to Mikey? To Kazutora? To Chifuyu? Takemichi? Did they win at all?

He was restless. The cords, the bed, the machines, the room, all served like a too small cage in a zoo and he was the animal, metaphorically walking around and longing the outside. Keisuke needed freedom, so it was frustrating, being here, feeling trapped, but he had to. He wasn't a stranger to the danger he'd put himself into and how it was nothing short of a miracle that he was even able to complain inside of his mind.

A subtle sound brought him out of his thoughts, bronze gaze snapping towards the door. He felt a big wave of relief wash over at the sight of his childhood friend entering the room, a breath he wasn't aware was holding finally getting out in a "Mikey."

He could feel tears prickling his eyes as they softened, an honest smile parting his lips away followed by a small laugh in response to the shorter's words. "Sorry..." He apologized sincerely, he couldn't help the small flashback to the scene and it sent a shiver down his spine. How reckless. "I know... I know."

Mikey can feel himself shaking.

He hates it. This weakness - this fear and the heart-pounding terror that, at times like these,  always emerges from so deep in his core that it feels like it defines him. He’s supposed to be strong. How can he be a leader when he can’t carry the people he loves through their pain and beyond? He can barely even manage to stand on his own two feet, let alone protect the people he cares about.

He’s always been weak, and he’s always hated the weak. The weak can’t do a thing. If they just tried a little harder, fought a little more, then they’d be able to protect themselves and the people they love… but they don’t even try. The weak make excuses, and bring nothing but misery to those around them, and there’s no-one out there weaker than Mikey.

He can lie, and deny it to himself, but… at times like these, he knows the truth.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. No matter how much it hurts, he’ll stop his body from shaking and put a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong… because Baji deserves it, after all - he’s the one who really suffered here.

As he enters the hospital room, Mikey feels his heart come to a stop. It’s just for a moment, as he sets eyes on Baji - who’s alive, he’s not dead; oh god he could’ve died too - but a barely-strained smile forms on his face regardless. He’s scared, because he doesn’t know if Baji will be happy to see him. But..

“Baji. …You really scared everyone, you know.”

@prxenuntius​ ( starter for baji! )

[prxenuntius]

“I’m here! Sorry,”

And his breath returned.

His lips turned upwards in a soft smile when he felt the familiar difference of temperature envelop his hand. "S' okay, Ems." He assured, his hold tightening in a tiny squeeze. He could only hope the gesture felt as reassuring to her as it did to him.

A soft hum in understanding, an instant of conflict emerged within. They were so careful in some things then so careless in some others, like a rush, and he still felt slightly ticked off by the fact they didn't wait for them or at least for Emma and because they gave him (and surely her, too) the fucking scariest time in a lifetime. "The kitchen wasn't as packed but got us some canned stuff and some, uh... wanna be weapons, ya know?" Keisuke explained with a soft snicker. "We gonna have to ration the food since it isn't a lot but we will have to make do."

He tugged softly on her hand to signal movement and started walking, his pace increasing gradually but certainly. "We can gather something else on the way, maybe." He commented, trying to keep a stream of his voice to trigger hers, a, hopefully concealed, way of self-assurance, because even with her being in his reach it was hard to not feel she'd slip away or that she wasn't even there at all in the first place. He wasn't aware but his body tensed as soon he started to descent the stairs down the shrine, shoulders squaring in a defensive way.

It was a conscience effort, managing his attention. Compartmentalize it. The major part focused on the smaller body connected to him by his hand, her safety. The rest divided between the surroundings, the sounds, the weight on the backpack on his back, the plan, the route they had to take he kept trying to keep fresh in mind. He had never been one to doubt of himself or his capabilities, but right now he had to wonder if he was really the most appropriate person for this mission. Not because of him but protecting Emma. It was a vow of trust from Mikey, from Shinichiro, heck even from Draken and he couldn't fail. He wouldn't fail.

Emma gave one last look over her shoulder before hurrying over to the living quarters. She was sure their family would have taken most of their clothes, but she hoped that in their hurry to leave things would have been missed. Neither she nor Baji were unaccustomed to wearing the same clothes for several days on end, it was the new normal in this world, but that didn’t mean a change of clothes wasn’t appreciated.

Luckily all of her stuff had been left behind (probably on orders from her brothers hoping she’d return) and a quick check in Baji’s room showed the same. They wouldn’t be able to carry all of their belongings between the two of them, but she was able to get a change of clothes for both of them as well as some scraps of fabric that could be used for several different applications. They’d have to do. Nothing much was found in the way of personal supplies besides one of their homemade bars of soap. Maybe they could scavenge for more on their way.

Emma gave a silent thank you to their living quarters for keeping them safe for so long before running to the stairs where Baji was already waiting for her.

“I’m here! Sorry,” she said as she ran up to him, grabbing onto his hand once more. She still wasn’t 100% sure this wasn’t some weird dream that would get yanked away from her in a blink of her eye.

“Our stuff was still there. I’m sure Mikey made sure it was here for us when we got back. How was your search?”

[dracdliweht]

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Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

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[sweetladyjess]

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[studentcenteredworld]

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[petitefangirl]

You're Mine (AMBW) [Hiatus] - Chapter 9 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/4ES7EK4WHY Aria Parker has always kept to herself. Im Jaebum captivates anyone with a single stare. Jaebum pins me to the wall of the rehearsal room and he's gazing at me, hard. I'm so captivated by his gaze that I can't even look away. He leans really close to my right ear and says, "I'll hurt anyone who does harm to you. No one gets in the way of what's mine."

[prxenuntius]

“What are friends for, ey?” (from Mikey)

Mikey's words resounded in his mind for far longer than it took them to disappear from the air. He knew Mikey was hurt, he couldn't blame him, really, Keisuke was the first to say he wanted a gang where everyone could risk their lives for the other and in the end he risked his on his own because he insisted in fixing things by himself.

Inside his head the phrase carried some irony, some sarcasm, prompted by that hurt. He approached the blonde cautiously. "I'm sorry, Mikey." His voice was sincere as he lowered his head towards the other. "I was wrong."

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