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chroniclesofcake · 4 years

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TMNT- Element Collision

*Yes, this is my story that I had gotten from my dA account, written a while ago in 2014*

I’ll be posting more of this story, dw :)

In this AU, they are not related whatsoever!!!

Chapter 1: Hot leather whips the backs of the innocent men, as they are forced into cage trolleys. Cackles from the abductors ring out to the rest of the small indian huts. Children sobbed their hearts out as they saw their fathers being snatched away like animals. Mothers would plead by the captors’ waists and beg for the return of their husbands, but in return had received lashings from their superiors. All but a little sea green turtle on the dirt road. Blood ran down his face, like water from a leaf. Alas, he wouldn't move, for he believed that someone would take him home. To take him away from the dangers of the world. His eyes revealed the brightest sapphires, shaken from fear. To his beliefs, he didn’t know why would he be left behind. Every moon, since he was isolated, he wouldn't think about food, water, and any type of necessities. All he could think about was a home. A place where the bed wasn’t the road. Years later~ At the central market place, there were a variety of stores and stands. They included a variety from fruits and vegetables, to clothing, and everything in between. Standing at one of the fruit stands, was an old balding cat. He was feverishly attempting to sell day old oranges. He was even resorting to bargaining for them. But he would never just give them away, not without payment. Lurking from the shadow, was a steel blue eyed terrapin. “What’s for lunch today, old cat,” the terrapin murmured. The old cat, oblivious to the blue eyed terrapin, was darting over to get more supplies from the sack to put on display. With a fatal swoop of his hand, the terrapin dashed and grabbed all the oranges he could get in the worn down satchel. The terrapin heard from behind, a very red in the face cat hissing profanities for the stolen goods. “Sucker,” the orange thief snickered away. While running on the dirt ground, he ran past some of marble pillars which lead to the lush courtyard garden. Hiding by the marble door arc, he saw a cluster of small animal children. They were clothed in rags, barely nourished by the small amount of greens that the caretaker had given. Not being able to hide his excitement, the turtle emerged from the shadows. “Mikey!!! You’re here,” the little children squealed with excitement. “Hey my little munchkins! How are you guys doing,” Mikey quickly hugged each and every one of the 20 kids. “We’re doing ok, just hungry,” a little girl kitten whimpered. Just by looking at these kids, it made Mikey remember how tough it was on the streets without a family. It was as if he were looking into a mirror. “Well you’re in luck, because I bare gifts for everyone,” Mikey chirped with glee, revealing the satchel full of oranges. The caretaker and children went ballistic, cheering for day old fruits. Completely unaware of his surroundings, Mikey didn’t sense the looming shadow from the distance. As the children and caretaker dined on the stolen fruits, they saw a huge figure appear behind the teen turtle. The little girl kitten screamed, making Mikey turn around to see his stalker. Behind him was a taller forest green turtle, with blue warrior markings near the eyes. Noticing all of the markings on the larger turtle; the younger terrapin could tell he was little older than him. “I saw what you did back there,” the forest green terrapin remarked. Mikey felt shudders as the larger terrapin spoke. He had a deep sensual voice, as if he could make anyone fall to their knees upon hearing him speak. The feature on him that stood out the most were his eyes. They looked as if they were murky gray blue. So cold of a stare, yet a playful feeling laced around them. The younger turtle glanced down at the larger terrapin, to find two twin warrior katanas, and a forearm guard with the symbol of the imperial army. “No. Not this again,” Mikey felt a deathly chill run up his spin, suddenly remembering that horrid night. In sudden remembrance, the little turtle took a step back. This man resembled the men that took the innocent village men away. To battle. Shaken with fear, the little terrapin fled away from the courtyard. He was not going to be taken away to a torcherous fate. “Wait! Come back kid,” The older terrapin commanded, the authority not mistaken in his voice. With the speed of a tiger, the older terrapin chased after the younger terrapin. Being light on his feet, Mikey was much faster than his chaser. Jumping from stand to stand, as he tried to escape his imperial stalker. Feeling his endorphins kick in, Mikey did a backflip off of one of the vegetable carts, thus causing the cart to tip over. Creating a block in the path, enabling the larger terrapin from crossing. “Not today old man,” Mikey shouted, feeling the burn in his calves. “Who are you calling old, I’m twenty-one,” the forest green terrapin spat back in disbelief. The nerve of this boy was unpredictable. He couldn't believe the agility that the sea green turtle possessed. “Even though he has agility, doesn't mean he doesn’t have stupidity,” the older terrapin smirked. Mikey reached the end of the market. “Shit,” he groaned as he looked for a quick way to create a diversion. The only distractions Mikey had left were a few food vendors. Searching left and right he saw a table that looked like it would create plenty of chaos to allow him an escape. He ran to the table. Feeling the burn in his legs as he ran, he knew it was an all or nothing shot. As he went to knock the table over, he felt his legs buckle. He fell to the ground, up setting the table as he used it to try to catch his fall. “You’re not getting away this time,” the older terrapin stated as he drew one of his swords. He came closer to the the younger turtle. “Shit shit shit,” Mikey scrambled to get up from the dusty ground. But it was too late for him. The larger turtle grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up. The moment Mikey felt the forest green terrapin touch him, he felt a spark on his shoulder. “What the hell was that,” Both turtles questioned. “Listen old man, get your pedofile hands off of me,” Mikey growled, feeling threatened. “Wouldn’t dream of it toddler,” the older terrapin proclaimed “What the hell do you mean by toddler, I’m eighteen, asshole,” Mikey threatened, trying to kick the terrapin in the balls. “Yeah, not going to kick me there, are you,” The terrapin stopped Mikey’s foot from kicking him. “Was trying to, but you’re too fat to get my foot across,” Mikey grumbled “Listen I’m not going to fight you, but you need to stop trying to assault me,” The older terrapin smirked. “Oh, you out of your god damned mind?! You were trying to assault me with your pedo self,” The younger terrapin snapped back. “I’m twenty-one, for your information! Do I look like I’m forty,” the unknown turtle questioned. “Well-” Mikey considered. “Don’t even answer that,” the large terrapin was getting annoyed. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want with me,” Mikey retorted as he was getting up from the ground. “Listen pipsqueak, my name is Leonardo, but you may call me Leo,” Leo responded calmly as if he did not experience the chase of his life. “Ok Leo, well first of my name is not pipsqueak, shorty, or anything stupid like that,” Mikey rambled on. “My name is Michelangelo. But, you will call me Mikey, or I’ll kick your ass,” Mikey attempted to act tough towards a guy way stronger than him. Both turtles felt something in the air that wasn’t normal. It was as if the air was suffocating them; bringing them close together. “Ok Leo, you have to back up cuz you’re taking all the air in my bubble,” Mikey unconsciously took a step back. Leo didn’t seem phased with this, considering that this turtle was still young. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t tease the younger terrapin a little more. “Well I think most of the air is going to your brain, but it’s alright,” Leo saying it as nonchalantly as possible. “Hey! Watch your mouth,” Mikey was getting steamed by this. “Well I’m sorry if I offended you in any way Mikey,” Leo giving a signature smirk. Mikey felt in somewhat of a daze at the sound of Leo’s voice. “Wow, he’s sounds kinda...nice saying my name,” Mikey wondered. “Let’s get back to matters of business. Why did you steal oranges from Mr. Neko,” Leo interrogated, no mercy to give. “Listen here, Imperial guard, I did what I had to do to get food for my little ones,” Mikey felt the urge to kick Leo in the gut. “Wait a minute, little ones? Does this guy have kids? He seems unbelievably young to be a dad,” Leo questioned in his mind. Mikey saw Leo’s questioning stare, until it clicked to him. “Dude, they aren’t my kids, they are like my family,” Mikey quickly covered up the matter. “That now makes a lot of sense,” Leo feeling relieved. Why was he relieved? “Ok Mikey, just don’t do that again, and you won’t have to deal with me,” Leo looked down at Mikey, with a small laugh trying to escape. “Alright Pedo,” Mikey scampered away laughing. “I’m not a Pedo, you brat,” Leo yelled, then received complaints from the nearby vendors. Sunset was just dimming down, raising the moon up in it’s place. “I have to make it before the fire starts, otherwise I’m not going to get a good seat,” Mikey grumbled as he sprinted off to the beach to find his village mates. “Mikey! Michelangelo,” The villagers cheered. This was truly Mikey’s domain. “Ok people, I told you I wasn’t going to sing tonight,” Mikey replied in a raspy voice. It took him the whole week to practice that voice. Standing from a distance, once again was Leonardo, wondering where the racket was coming from. To his surprise, he saw the younger sea green turtle sitting in the circle of villagers. One of the villagers saw Leo from a distance, and dragged him into the group. To Mikey’s surprise, the older terrapin came forth. “Leo? What are you doing here,” Mikey questioned, shocked to see him at the bonfire. Leo’s initial reaction was seeing Mikey, with the glowing embers lighting his face. It was a sight for sore eyes. Shaking his head from the ridiculous thoughts, he proudly responded, “Well the rest of the village wanted me to sing, saying I looked like I had the vocals.” With a cocky smile, Mikey retorted, “oh yeah, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?” “You’re on, Mikey,” Leo’s smile broadened. He picked up the guitar one of the villagers brought along, getting ready for his performance. (play song link from the bottom) Jao Na Don’t go Tum Jo Ho Toh Gaa Rahi Hai Yeh Hawa… As You’re there the winds are singing Tum Jo Ho To Reshmi Si Hai Fiza… As You’re there the breeze has a silken touch Jao Na Don’t go Tum Jo Ho Toh Gaa Rahi Hai Yeh Hawa… As You’re there the winds are singing Tum Jo Ho To Reshmi Si Hai Fiza… As You’re there the breeze has a silken touch Jao Na Don’t go Ho… Phir Na Yeh Raat Aayegi This night won’t come again Phir Na Yeh Rut Chhayegi This atmosphere won’t be cast again Phir Na Yun Milna Hoga We won’t meet like this again Phir Na Jaane Kya Hoga… Who knows what will happen later Jao Na Don’t go This had the whole village standing up, swaying with the lyrics of the music, dancing with each other. Somehow Mikey felt drawn to Leo at that very moment. It wasn’t the fumes of the bonfire, or the way people were dancing. It was Leo’s own voice, so hypnotic yet soothing. It made the young terrapin sing along with Leo. The way both voices combined, it was like two star cross lovers hoping to come in contact. Mikey was taken aback; Leo was giving him a very airy feeling inside his heart. Leo at the same time, felt like his veins were pumping so much energy, that he was getting drunk off the lyrics of the song. By the time the song ended, Mikey was right next to Leo on the log. While everyone danced, Leo felt something very warm on his hand. Getting wide eyed, he looked down to find Mikey’s petite hand was on his own hand. Then a swirling feeling began in both of their souls, feeling energy clawing at their insides, begging for a way out. Before they could let go of each other’s hands, Mikey’s eyes turned white, making his eyes glow like the sun. A little girl saw what was taking place, and screamed on the top of her lungs. The villagers came into panic, screaming, “Bala! Bala! Cursed one, cursed one!” Bodies pushed each other, getting away from the beach, leaving just Leo and Mikey at the beach. Leo didn’t seem worried, but amused. He couldn’t believe what had just taken place. Mikey was reverting back to normal, feeling his own spirit come back. When he finally awoken, he saw Leo looking at him straight in the eyes. And, the one word that scared Mikey the most came from Leo. “My equal,” Leo looked at Mikey with affection in his eyes. Feeling his knees buckle, Mikey fell to the ground, tears dripping down his cheeks. “Why does this happen to me!” Mikey screamed to the world. His soul felt broken and without repair.

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Link to the song for the story: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cmd2Un… I dont own the song, belongs to the movie What's your Raashee?

#tmnt 2k12 #tcest warning #tmnt mikey

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gryfon-spanish-werewolf · 5 years

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Shaking the rust off

When you haven’t written anything in over a year so you agonize over posting it for days??

A small exploration pre-Frozen 2 of Elsa hearing the voice in advance and struggling with what to do about it. Cuz really it never made sense for her to have just heard the Voice during the movie like?

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Nineteen days, twenty hours, and forty seven minutes. That is how much time had passed since Elsa first heard, "The Voice".

By giving it a name of course, this meant that she had considered it, classified it, and acknowledged it, an act which struck her as equal parts entirely logical and utterly outrageous, because that meant The Voice was real.

Barely a whisper at first, an inner thought, so deep down that Elsa had mistaken it for her own. But a sound out of place at a council meeting, a blending of words while speaking, gave her pause.

During the day, or days as it became, the Voice was easy to ignore. In fact the first week she had utterly forgotten about it between sunup and sundown as there was always much to do. Laughing with Anna, ribbing Kristoff, practicing letters with Olaf, checking in on Sven (she'd gotten much better at reading him and enjoyed his quiet company immensely), oh and of course, everything that she had to do to run Arendelle. Not exactly a short list.

But by the second week she knew there was something going on. The Voice had separated from her own thoughts until, were she asked, she would say it was someone else's voice in her head.

That frightened her.

Who was this voice? What was this voice? No one else reacted when she heard it, sliding against the back of her skull, comfortable as a cat. But snakes slithered too, curled up, coiled and taut. Was this a trick? A trap?

She told no one.

Night was the worst time. Already accustomed to staying up late, Elsa had no one to serve as a buffer when the whispers came to her. Alone in her study, her head bolted up as the Voice called again. A melody, always songlike, without words or meaning, or at least none that she could discern. And yet Elsa could understand it, if just a little. There was intent in the notes, even if she could not yet decipher what.

If she were lucky Anna would knock and enter, an ever welcome distraction. They would talk about the day, about what needed to be filed, which correspondences needed to be completed, about who's birthday was coming up they could celebrate. Kristoff always rolled his eyes and smiled whenever they celebrated something "so small" as some people put it. Misinformed people. Anna and Elsa knew that any day could be celebrated, and should be; if they couldn’t find a reason they’d invent one.

But tonight Anna did not come. The Voice had risen in volume over time, more insistent than ever. Elsa was already good at pacing but she was starting to worry about the floorboards in her study. They'd no doubt already seen their fair share of stepping and stalking from other rulers, her parents' included. Given her well earned freedom, the opportunity to walk elsewhere was far too tempting.

Which is how she found herself outside of Anna's room, hand raised, knuckles a scant few centimeters away from the wood. She knew she was always welcome, but it was the principle of the matter that made her hesitate. It was twilight hours, candle wax well dripped from their guttering flames.

It was, in a word, late.

And showing up at her sister’s door with tales of voices in her head, much less one that wasn’t her own? That would be too much for anyone, wide awake or not, especially for Anna who cared so deeply it pained her.

And yet Elsa had been drawn here, like a magnet. She couldn't help it, and as she admitted it to herself a rueful smile grew on her lips. She hated asking for help, much preferring to do things on her own.

Elsa drew in a deep breath. She could push this all down for one more night, retire to her room, and speak to Anna about it after breakfast. She knew Anna hated when she did that “It's not like before”, Anna would remind her, “you can come to me for anything, and I want you to!”), but she couldn't help the creeping of the older sibling role any more than she could stop the sun from rising.

And perhaps something older than her was watching her that night, a faint ghost of a presence unfelt by the queen but there nonetheless. Or perhaps it was just in the timing of things, but in that moment Elsa couldn't do anything else but walk through Anna's door anyway, forgetting the hour, roles, and principles.

Just the faintest of sounds, muffled by distance and doors, but the hiccuping breath, the shuddering exhale, those were sounds Elsa knew all too well.

Elsa crossed to her sister’s bed on hurried feet. The room was dark save for the bed of coals in the fireplace, orange light almost bubbling as the charred rocks pulsed with inner heat. The curtains were pulled, dresses laid out for the next day, armoire cleaned up as much as it ever was. All signs pointed to a boringly mundane night.

Except Anna was crying in her sleep.

Elsa saw Anna’s shoulders move under the covers, rising evenly only to hitch and stutter halfway through. Her hair was a wild mane where it burst out onto her pillow, haphazard like the strands had fought amongst themselves. The sounds Anna made were tiny, almost pitiful. Elsa's heart squeezed to hear them, so unlike the strong hearted sister she knew.

What could have happened to shrink her, curled up to half her size, lost in a sea of sheets? Not so long ago they were laughing and cavaliering with Olaf down the halls, following this Hot Lava game he'd learned from the kids in the village. Anna had swatted her shoulder and called her a cheater because when she couldn't keep her balance she'd frozen the floor. In her defense, Elsa said, that's how she'd deal with it, should such a problem ever occur in the snow-strewn north of their country.

Elsa summoned her voice, hollow in sound but firm in its query. “Anna?” Her sister moved, the edge of the blanket slipping from her head. Seeing Anna's face made Elsa’s heart drop into her stomach.

She'd been crying for hours. The tear marks on her face shone like bruises, her eyelids red and puffy, hair tangled and stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Dark circles spoke of her losing battle for rest, and her skin was pale as powder. Anna shivered as though she were cold, but bundled so thoroughly as she was in her blankets, Elsa knew that was impossible. Even if that were possible, the sweat on her brow would say otherwise.

Anna grit her teeth, eyebrows bunching so strongly it gave Elsa the ghost of a headache just by looking. Kneeling before her sister’s face, Elsa made her hand cold, like a balm, and gently placed soft fingers between strained brows. The effect was immediate, but shocking. Anna shifted away from her touch, as though it were offensive, burrowing further into the blankets.

"No, Elsa."

Elsa’s chest constricted. Anna’s voice had been clear but strained, but was she actually awake? And if so, was she really denying her access to... whatever was so clearly upsetting her? Elsa dismissed to alluring grief that the thought coaxed forward.

"Please, don't do this, don't– don't go." Anna trailed off with a fresh wave of sobs, the sound catching in her already raw throat. Her voice was rough, both from sorrow and sleep, and the sound of it bore down on Elsa like boulders.

Elsa swallowed, resolve sharpening into clarity. “I won’t,” she whispered fiercely. “Never again.”

Quickly, Elsa whisked off the blankets Anna trembled under. Anna reacted immediately curling in on herself, her hands falling to clutch her own arms. Elsa felt the smallest pang of guilt but knew Anna’s discomfort was temporary. Even still, Anna's forearms were rigid, strong in their grasp to the point where the muscles underneath sweat soaked skin strained with the effort.

Elsa nudged her sister further into the bed, their mother's words murmuring softly in her mind. She would have smiled to herself were the situation different. She reached for Anna’s hand as she lay down. Anna gasped at her touch but this time let fingers entwine with Elsa’s, pulling them close to her heart.

Anna’s words were slurred but rapid now, almost nonsensical. Elsa heard her name called many times, in fear, desperation, but Anna still shivered despite the heat coming off her body.

“Anna wake up.” Elsa used her free hand to wipe back sticky strands of red hair. Her arm rose and fell in soothing motions as she combed them back into place behind Anna’s ear. “I’m here Anna.”

She could see Anna’s pulse thundering in her throat, quick and panicked like a rabbit. Anna’s face twitched again, and Elsa experienced the the ice cold lance of hearing Anna whimper, her hands clutching like vices. Bared teeth flashed again and stilted breaths dragged themselves harshly from Anna’s lungs.

"It's okay Anna, you're okay." Elsa pressed Anna’s knuckles, white and shining in the dark, to her lips. Anna began to uncurl, leaning into her touch. “Come back to me.” Elsa leaned forward and kissed Anna's forehead, watching as Anna's mouth softened. "I've got you."

It took a few minutes but eventually Anna calmed. One final exhale blew through Elsa’s bangs as Anna stilled. Warm breath washed over her neck as Elsa drew her sister’s head into her shoulder. Lashes fluttered against her collarbone. Elsa hugged her sister close, letting her get her bearings.

Several crucial seconds ticked by, stretching like a balloon with too much air.

"Elsa?" Anna croaked. Her mouth was dry and tongue thick with sleep.

Elsa exhaled, air heavy with relief. She nuzzled her nose into Anna's hair.

"Mmhm," she hummed in reply. "I'm here."

She felt Anna swallow, finding her voice. "Really here?" she said at last, with an uptick of her voice that sent Elsa’s heart racing once more.

“I’m here, I promise.”

Anna fell quiet again. Elsa rubbed comforting circles on Anna’s back, ribs expanded beneath Elsa’s hand, slow and steady, like waves in tide.

"You were having a dream, a nightmare," Elsa said, an answer to the question Anna had yet to ask. Anna seemed to consider this before nodding.

With great effort Anna raised her head. Elsa ran her fingers down Anna's face and cradled her cheek. "I heard you outside and I just had to come in."

Anna's eyes lifted for a moment before falling back into darkness, thoughtful. "Sorry," she said, biting her lip, "if I woke you."

Elsa shook her head. "I was already awake."

Anna frowned, wincing a bit as her face ached. She felt gingerly around her eyes and brow. "Why were you awake? It's," she attempted to look around but from her position in Elsa’s arms she found no answer.

"It's late," Elsa admitted. "But don't worry. I was just doing a bit of work."

"You hesitated."

Elsa huffed but couldn't help the smile that appeared. "I did."

Anna looked her over again, then reached for Elsa's hands, pulling them close to her body. "I'm okay now. Thank you for rescuing me."

The corner of Elsa’s mouth tugged down. “You’re welcome.” She rubbed her thumb over the back of Anna’s hand. She would have thought Anna would be more forthcoming of the thoughts of worries that had robbed her of sleep. Anna tended to be a very honest, open person, even about things she didn’t fully grasp, which made her earnest heart that much more admirable. But she couldn’t force her to speak of it.

“It was just a dream,” Anna assured her, no doubt seeing Elsa’s thoughts on her face.

“You were calling my name.” Anna flinched. “And you sounded–,” Agonized? Heartbroken? “Sad,” Elsa finished softly, watching Anna's reaction like a glass bird on a window ledge. Beautiful in it’s stillness, but one couldn’t help but worry of it’s shattering if it attempted to fly.

Anna didn’t deny it, though whether she remembered calling out or if the fact seemed to slot itself into whatever plot she remembered of the nightmare Elsa wasn’t sure. After a moment Anna closed her eyes, and when she opened them they seemed much more clear than before.

“I think it was sad,” came the reply. “My chest still aches. But don’t worry,” Anna said quickly, no doubt seeing Elsa’s eyebrow rise with concern. “It’s not like, in pain. Not uh, physical pain anyway that I’d need a compress for.”

Elsa’s gaze flitted over her sister’s, then lower. “Your arms, do they hurt?”

“Wha-? My,” Anna turned her limbs this way and that, testing them.

“You were grabbing them so strongly.” Like you were trying to keep something in, are the words Elsa almost says but doesn’t. “Like you were cold.”

Anna pulled back, examining herself. “Elsa I’m drenched with sweat, how could I possibly be cold?” Her laugh has the wrong note to it though and Elsa’s not the only one to notice. “I think my arms are okay. See?” Anna pushed her forearms under Elsa’s nose.

Elsa hummed, though the shadows of the room danced upon Anna’s skin and made it difficult to tell if her sister was telling the truth.

“It doesn’t matter,” Anna said, pressing her forehead against Elsa’s. “You’re here now, and that’s all I need.”

Elsa’s heart lifted to hear those words and she leaned into Anna’s touch. They breathed in sync, taking refuge in each other. No more anxiety over musical voices, no more gut wrenching nightmares.

Until.

“So what were you doing awake at this hour?”

Elsa sighed, shifting to lay on her back. “Walking.”

Anna lifted herself up on an elbow. “Like, walking around the castle? Like going to bed from your study?”

Elsa shrugged. “Something like that.”

“Which means nothing like that.”

Elsa opened her mouth but didn’t like any of the half or three-quarters truths that lined themselves up to be said so she didn’t. She felt Anna search her face before flopping down again, her hand landing on Elsa’s head.

“You’ll tell me eventually,” Anna said, scratching Elsa’s scalp.

Elsa hummed with pleasure, the stress she’d walked in the door with melting away. “If this is your way of convincing me then I can’t say I’m opposed.” Anna looked at her out of the corner of her eye. “I will. When I,” Elsa paused, trying to find the right words before, “when I can explain it better. There’s been something in the back of my mind for a while now but I can’t describe what it is.”

She met Anna’s gaze. She saw worry there, but understanding too. “And I think you’re kind of in the same boat.”

Both sisters thought, maybe I should just tell her, but both knew that they couldn’t. Not now, not without slipping, not without tipping the happy little life they’d built.

After all, Anna mused.

After all, Elsa thought.

I’d do anything to protect her.

“Maybe we should just row away from our problems for now.” Anna scoffed, moving so her side touched Elsa’s, bumping their hips together.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Elsa murmured, eyes suddenly heavy. She yawned. “But who will run the kingdom while we’re gone?”

“Kristoff and Olaf got it,” Anna yawned back, pulling the covers over them both. “He’s got a royal title thanks to you and Olaf is getting a lot better at reading.”

“An airtight plan. What could possibly go wrong?”

Sleep tugged at them both for a second time that night. This time it came without mystic voices or haunting memories. And yes, it left answers behind, but they could be brought to light in the morning, when both travelers were good and ready.

But tonight, Arendelle’s sisters had each other, and no force on earth could begrudge them that.

#*dabs to no one but myself*#I did it y'all #I wrote the thing #I can't wait to get back into the swing of things #it was wild remembering how I used to write #and what I sounded like #there's like 6 different styles slammed into here probably because I poked at it #about 10 different times #so if you notice any tonal inconsistency thats probably why #huge shoutout to my brother for beta-ing and forgiving me for needing to put my headphones on while he was editing #because I was so stupidly self concious #also this one is dedicated to all the writers out there who have gotten back into the game because of this new content #I love you all and I can't wait to be inspired by you again #fan artists too #much love <3 #Elsa #Anna #pre-canon Frozen 2 #my writing #<<< not that I've used that tag in forever #story #fic #fan fiction #hurt/comfort #I've got plans for other stories and stories I'd love to get back to #but I also cant wait to tackle new ones #AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!#okay I'm done tag screaming now but I really needed to #what a rush to be posting my own content again

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thisnowexists-emblem · 6 years

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thought i post this before i forget i made this

so yeah, i drew Alm and Celica as Katamari cousins a few weeks ago cuz why not?

(suggestions will be back soon enough on this side blog since i haven’t been drawing some stuff lately)

#alm #alm fire emblem #celica #celica fire emblem #fire emblem gaiden #fe:echoes #katamari damacy #crossover #existence: good #existence: mild #yeah i tried to edit the logo cuz whatever

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sammy8d257 · 7 years

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I know this is technically late cuz I made this drawing about a week ago But I forgot to post it on here sooo...

Yup!

Here’s a picture of Jack Frost I drew in honor of the first snow fall where I live!

#Jack Frost #Rise of the Guardians #Sammy8D art #Sammy8D257 #speedpaint #Sammy8D speedpaints #firealpaca #digital art

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animal246 · 7 years

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so apparently its national dog day so I guess I will make a post about my 2 crazy dogs. the first and best dog is my bubby (lucy) shes the black and white one. shes the sweetest most innocent little girl ever! she loves people loves other dogs loves toys and loves food. shes 27 pounds and will be 11 September 29th. shes overweight, has arthritis and has some sort of itchy skin problem. but shes still very loving. shes considered my dog cuz we got her for me even tho mom is the one who picked her out. we almost went home with a loud howling beagle! but we went back to the adoption day after seeing no puppies at the shelter. and mom came across lucy! she was the cutest puppy ever! she was 9 weeks old and the bigger puppy . I used to say how boring she was cuz all she did was sleep lol. not anymore! while she still sleeps a lot shes nowhere near boring. shes full of energy and loves to play. shes my baby and I will love her forever and ever.

now to talk about lola the pug. she is INSANE! shes my brother’s dog. shes 9 years old. shes aggressive, angry and bites. but she also has a sweet side. she lived with her previous owner til 2 years ago. he had a stroke and couldn't take care of her anymore. her name was originally chew but we didn't like that name. so we made a list of names we all liked. but since shes alex’s (brother) dog he made the final decision. we had it down to 3 names. and he liked lola best so the name stuck. we think she was abused by her previous owner becuz when u go to pet her head she ducks her head as if someone was going to hit her. but we have never once hit her. aside from spankings when she was attacking lucy. lola is the alpha dog of the 2. she bullied her way there. lucy would have willingly given up the position cuz shes very submissive. but lola attacked her every day for days even tho lucy never fought back. sometimes blood was drawn but only little droplets. so lola got spanked on one occasion when she was really attacking lucy. and I know that's still not ok but I can understand y mom did it. lola is prone to biting people and our other pets. shes attacked fluff the cat and has tried to attack fin the bunny. fluff now lives in a box in moms room only coming out in early mornings and late at night. otherwise lola will attack her. shes also bitten my mom and brother a few times. like drew blood attacked. it was bad one time my moms arm had actual puncture wounds and it turned purple with bruising. but lola has gotten better. shes still food aggressive and doesn't like things being taken away from her but her angry outbursts r less intense. honestly if it were up to me we would have given her back to the foster home or shelter. but 1.she would automatically be euthanized becuz shes so aggressive 2.shes part of the family now and 3.shes my brother’s dog so not my decision

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#417. S2 Ch.337: 44F - The Last Station: New Wave (2)

Assistants: Dimensional BambooShoot, Jeon Soojin, What, Ham Chicken

Naver Endnote: I will prepare diligently and come back. Always be healthy and happy even when there is no new chapter for the next weeks. Thank you ^^

Hello, this is SIU. The Afterwords are late this week. The main reason it was late was because I fell asleep early hahaha. Since the hiatus notice went up 4 weeks ago from the previews, I'm preparing for the next arc and resting ^^;

Actually, the last few weeks I haven't been able to rest due to this and that and the preparations for the next arc, but I'm experiencing for the first time in a while a world without deadlines ^^; More so once next week hits. I feel so free now that the arc is over, but also sad.

I actually had a lot I wanted to say while I was making this arc, about this and that, but now that it's over, all I really have to say is "thank you", and "I'll return prepared". This was truly an arc that chugged along quickly, and brought the most amount of changes and events over the last few years I uploaded this webtoon.

The Hell Train arcs in particular was especially difficult, due to personal reasons and a couple of close calls that could have stopped me from uploading due to business reasons, and there were a lot of illegal activities and otherwise demoralizing activities happening in the webtoon industry. [TN: SIU's talking about Korean pirates, as well as the Femenazi craze a while back, stuff we already know about]. It was hard to get a grip on myself and keep posting. Not only that, but the Hell Train arc itself was quite long ^^; But I'm glad that I am able to end the arc and announce the hiatus all in one piece..?

Anyway, the next arc, compared to the previous arcs, will have Bam declare Zahard's Army (Kallavan's in particular) as the enemy more directly, and behave as such. Originally the next arc was also to be part of Season 2, but since everybody thinks next up is Season 3 kekeke. So I may just declare it Season 3. Cuz I can do that hahaha.

Anyway, there was a lot to say, a lot of sorrowful things, but I will leave that buried for the next arc, and I will go forward thinking of only the good things. To those of you who are enjoying this long and perhaps boring story, to those who continue to cheer me on, I offer my thanks.

Thank you.

I will rest up a bit more, and come back ready. Since it's not a long time so it’s still lacking, but I hope you guys welcome me back with wide arms when that time comes. I hope you stay healthy and happy until then.

SIU

[TN: SIU drew a gag for Naver military conscription series during the hiatus (published Jan 27, 2020). Translation and link can be found here, in the thread and comments]

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Title: Skirts and Fishnets AO3.: Word Count: 9k~ Rating: T Relationship: M/M Chapter: 1/? Tags: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Post-ROK, Post-Coke, Genderfluid!Saruhiko, Summary: Saruhiko is Genderfluid. That is basically the whole idea of this AU. Like, the plot is the same from original [K] except that Misaki is gay for Saruhiko and Saruhiko is Genderfluid because why not. Notes: Please read and enjoy. This wonderful idea was sparked up by this tumblr post: Ridiasfangirlings. Also, when you come across the character Isamu, I will inform you that he is, in fact, not a character in the original [K] Universe. I created him for this fic’s plot’s sake. If I do decide to continue this fic (based on reviews I get or if I just can’t stop thinking about it) you will continue to see him throughout. My thanks goes to my wonderful beta Mangosaurus. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON.

Tch, why am I even going to this stupid bar? I grumbled internally as my fingers did quick work of fasting the two interior hooks so the skirt hung neatly on my skinny hips. Earlier today, Misaki had texted me asking if I would like to go to a bar with him. Bars are the last place I would want to be in for many obvious reasons but, like Misaki has oh-so excitedly texted me, I haven’t gone out for a drink with him in a long time, so I stubbornly agreed. It would be much easier just to go over to Misaki’s place so not to create any hassle or have to worry about looking halfway decent but it is what it is, or so they say.

My phone angrily buzzed against the nightstand but I ignored it when the little chibi of Dōmyōji started to bounce on the screen. Instead of answering the text, I snatched up my tops from off the bed to put on. I couldn’t help but look over at where my small, unflashy makeup box sat in the corner of the room. It probably wouldn’t the be the best idea to get suited up and all because Misaki might faint (again, I don’t see why he would get all blushy over this) but oh well, I was in that mood where I felt like I needed to put all of this on.

I retrieved the box and opened it up. After pulling a few items out and dragging my chair over to the ceiling-to-floor length mirror in the closet, I carefully applied on some deep blue eyeshadow (which was accompanied by mascara to make my eyes stand out nicely) and as I finished doing the matching lipstick, I paused and smirked to myself. Hm… This wasn’t such a bad find after all. The dark matte blue lipstick that was currently stained over my lips was a rare find at the back of a convenience store. Benzai had pulled me into the store after a mission was completed to get some ramen when I stumbled across the small 50% off bin; I found it on the top of the pile, I didn’t think of it at the time but it was the perfect addition opposed to my normal light blue or black.

I carefully placed the items into the makeup box before digging out a pair of black gloves from the back of the closet where I had thrown them in the week before. The fabric stretched a bit as I slipped them on and flexed my fingers. I bent to grab my dress boots when the person in the mirror caught my eye. The PDA buzzed again but that message was also ignored, not because of whomever was trying to contact me, but because of the person looking back at me in the mirror. They… they weren’t that bad looking. The skirt and tank top were an excellent match, them being the same shade of blue followed by a ¾ sleeve fishnet shirt. The makeup flawlessly accented the embodiment of the outfit. A small warm spark flared up in my chest as I couldn’t help but smile because I looked… pretty.

At the third buzz, I ripped my eyes away from the reflection and pulled on a pair of dress boots. Ungracefully pushing the door open and tripping on the way into the hallway, I quickly scrolled through my PDA’s messages.

Dōmyōji: Dude, you really should come with us. It will be awesome.

I disregarded that message because the answer was already given hours ago.

Misaki: Saru. When u coming ? I ve been waiting

Misaki: you better not be late cuz your working still

I quickly sent a message back to him before stuffing the PDA into my little black handbag. Misaki had given it to me years ago while saying that it wasn’t girly or manly but that he was only giving it because I had no pockets in my skirts.

My boots clicked against the hardwood steps on the grand stairwell as I gradually made my way over to the front doors. I shivered slightly once I stepped into the nippy chill of the night’s air. A silhouette stood beyond the Scepter 4 Headquarters gate, a red glow seemed to reverberate from the shadow due to the nearby street lamp.

The silhouette looked up as I neared the gate. “Saru! What took you so long?” Misaki turned around, bouncing slightly as he shivered in excitement.

“Hello to you too.” I said smoothly, noting that he hasn’t said hello yet. Careful not to dirty my gloves, I pushed the gate open and slipped outside onto the street.

“Uh… H-hi!” His stuttered response made me look up from where I was slowly pushing the gate close. A blush could be seen blooming over his cheeks and up into his hair, making his ears pink.

“Problem?” My eyebrow quirked up at his reaction of seeing me. What about me could make him blush?

“Uh… um…” Misaki instinctively started to rack his fingers through his hair, an action I’ve recognized to be when he was nervous but usually he pulls his beanie over his face although this time, he didn’t have it with him. His outfit was a tad different than usual but it was clearly something he picked out because it still had the rough qualities that the man comes with. Tonight, he was wearing some random grey band shirt that I was pretty sure he doesn’t listen too and some tighter jeans than normally seen in.

I smirked and bent down slightly, the boots had given me a little more height but it doesn’t matter, I’m still taller than Misaki anyways. “Tell me Mi~Sa~Ki~” I drew out, knowing just how much he hated it when I said his name like that.

“Youlooksexyinthatoutfit.” His answer came out in a jumbled mess as he blurted it out and covered his burning face.

I paused for a moment but before I could think about what he said, I decided to have some fun. “Oh, Misaki.” I said lowly and slowly, pushing his arm off of his face to gently skim his cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Is that what you really think about me? Sexy?” He practically melted underneath my touch as I ran my finger across his jaw.

“O-okay! Saru, enough!” He violently pushed me a safe distance away and started to stomp off. After getting a few paces away, he called over his shoulder, “A-and yes, your s-sexy in that.”

Ha! I won~ I internally sang as I started to follow him. Our walk was mostly silent, midway Misaki had slowed down so we could walk together.

I watched him as we walked, complimenting him with my eyes. It’s not like nothing was new, same hair, same eyes, same gate, same annoying nervous twitches with his hands because he doesn’t know what to do with them, but recently, the same had became new… or it was just that I’m re-noticing some things for the first time, like that his hair curls ever so slightly at the ends and around his ears that makes it so difficult not to reach out and touch, or his eyes, the way they sparkle when excited or fiery when angered, or the way he walks, confident yet relaxed and always prepared to spring into action, or the small sullen movements he makes, unnoticeable twitches or common movements that are only noticeable when watched for a long time. I let out a sigh, resisting that very urge to reach out and touch the small curl behind his ear.

No matter how much I hated to admit it, it was still true. Ever since after the Destruction of the Slate, there has been these fleeting moments where I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be close to Misaki, to hold Misaki’s hand, to go on dates with Misaki, but that was impossible because those feelings might not be given back. But… is this a date?

“Misaki.” He looked up when I called his name. “Are we on a date?” If he asked why I asked him this, I could just play it off like I was trying to embarrass him but his reaction was pleasing.

His beautiful eyes widened for a moment before he sharply looked away. “N-no, unless you want it to be… I guess.” He shrugged. I was glad that he was looking away because a small grin had appeared on my lips.

“Hm… let’s make it a date then. Since it’s just you and me.” I said, picking up my pace a little now that I had spotted the bar. Thankfully, Misaki was smart enough not to choose Homra Bar to go to.

“Um… Saru, please don’t get mad.” I looked down at him in surprise yet preparedness, it must be horrific if he’s asking me not to get mad. The man scratched the back on his neck nervously as he said, “Well, some of the blues and my guys are going to be there as well.”

I stopped in the middle of my tracks with a sharp click of my boots. “Why? You could’ve told me.” I let the anger out into my voice, he should’ve told me or I won’t of dressed up so much. It’s not that I have much shame in it anymore but not everyone needs to know, I didn’t need the drama of questions around me.

Misaki stopped in front of me. “You need to get out more. You’re always cooped up in that stupid place of yours.” He cross his arms defiantly and continued. “And it wasn’t my decision for everyone to come. That Andy guy that works with you asked us to come so I thought it would be a good time for you to meet up with some of us again.”

I clicked my tongue. Of course Dōmyōji Andy would invite everyone to some bar and try to force me to go as well. “Fine. I’ll go with you but don’t force me to talk to your lot.” I walked passed him, now irritated that I couldn’t have the night with just Misaki.

Misaki picked up his pace and followed me before hopping forward and pushing the door open for me. I didn’t thank him, which was expected, and walked inside. Instantly, a few heads were turned and stared at me. I clicked my tongue and headed to the counter where I had spotted two empty seats.

“Yo, Yata. That’s the Fushimi guy right? The Scepter 4 third in command?” I didn’t recognize the speaker so I plopped down into the barstool next to some random Scepter 4 member whose name I’ve forgotten.

“Yep.” I heard Misaki’s reply so I listened to the conversation and watched out of the corner of my eye. “That’s Saru for ya.”

“Oh. I didn’t expect this but cool.” The man was leaning against the counter, looking calm and passive but what caught my eye was that his Horma mark was laid out against his neck. Usually Homra marks were on places that could be covered up, like mine and Misaki’s upon our collar bones. The man pushed off of the counter. “See you, Yata.” He started to walk off to the back of the bar.

“Yeah, see ya Isamu.” Misaki called to him and sat down next to me. “Sorry about that.”

“What did he mean about ‘I didn’t expect this’?” I asked, trying to make conversation. I already guessed that the answer was: he didn’t expect a high official in a security department, a formal member of Homra, and the key component of defeating Jungle to be dressed up in woman’s clothing.

Misaki shrugged. “Don’t know. You guys haven’t met yet so there’s probably lots of questions to be asked.” The bartender quickly took our orders while Misaki talked. “He, Isamu, joined us right before the whole Jungle nonsense.”

I nodded but the conversation ended there because I could really careless about this man. Drinks were placed down in front of the both of us before the bartender walked off. A beer was given to Misaki (which I disapproved of) and a beautiful blue margarita was given to me. Typically, I don’t drink but since Misaki was buying, I ordered myself a something special.

A odd prickle crawled up my spine from all of the small looks that people were giving me. Usually, I would be asked questions or given strange looks but the Scepter 4 and Homra members around me didn’t really seem to mind. Yes, there were off questions to their friend “is that Fushimi?” “I wonder where Misaki picked up his hot date?” but otherwise it was useless banter. If anyone had a problem with me trying to look pretty for once and not have a sucky night, they can speak to my knives.

“Saru! Can I ask you something?” Misaki turned so he was facing me more. He was gingerly holding his beer between his hands for a moment as if copulating if he really should drink it before indulging himself in it.

“You already did.” I mumbled.

“You know what I mean.” He laughed slightly. “I was thinking. Maybe Anna should…”

I blocked out his jabber and only nodded and said “yeah” every once in awhile. Once he gets going about something or someone of that dreaded gang, he won’t stop. I ran my fingers down the delicate, thin middle of the glass. As I watched my fingertips glide down the rod, I couldn’t help but think, I should’ve stayed at my dorm instead of going here. It’s not like there was anything for me to do here.

“Wait? You will?!” Misaki excitedly exclaimed, nearly falling out of his seat. “You’ll help tutor Anna?!”

“Eh?” I jerked up from where I was staring to look at the man next to me, confused on what I had just agreed upon.

“Yeah, Anna needs new tutors now that most of us is getting new jobs and such. Also, you’re really smart in the subjects she lacking in.” The man smiled and took a swig of his drink. “I didn’t think you would agree but surprise! You did.”

My mouth was hanging open, what the hell did I just agree to do? I was about to say no and reject the offer but I hesitated. Anna does need a tutor and it wasn’t like we had a dispute or anything. I’m not the best at helping people but Anna isn’t like normal people. “Tsk, don’t look so surprised and hopeful. I’ll only try once.”

“Thanks Saru.” He smiled, a wide warm smile that made me pause with my glass halfway up to drink.

I quickly ducked down to hide the blush that had threatened to crawl up, I muttered a whatever and drank some of my margarita.

“I’m going to say hi to some of the guys for a moment.” Misaki slid off of the stool and started to walk off.

“Wait, Misaki.” I hissed but he had already walked too far to hear me. Tsk. This is a date, not a place just to hang out with other people. I thought before taking a few sips of my drink. It didn’t taste all too bad.

I glanced around the place and I had to say, it wasn’t that bad after all. The Scepter 4 and Homra members were getting along too much for my liking but in the end, the lack of paperwork needed to go out to a bar was much better than having an all out fight. I only recognize a few people, of course all of the Special Forces officers were there which was expected, but a few lower paid Scepter 4 members were scattered among to old and new Homra members. Dōmyōji waved when we made eye contact and he tried to usher me over but I shook my head no.

Bored, I flexed my hands before straightening out my gloves. A strong voice sounded from behind me.

“Hey. Did that little munchkin run off?”

Now that was something I never heard Misaki be called. Typically it was chihuahua (curiosity of Eric Sōlt) or virgin but not munchkin. So, because of the abnormally of the question, I turned around. “Misaki is somewhere else.” I responded.

It was that neck-mark guy, Isamu, talking. He gave a small half grin as he sat down onto the stool next to me, in Misaki’s seat. “So… I heard that you got into pretty rough stuff a couple of months ago. I mean, I was there and all but that was neat; pretended to be a Jungle member and all. I doubt –”

“Where are you going with this?” I shot daggers at him. There was no patience within me to tolerate a lame Homra member talking about some mission that Munakata put me on.

Instead of backing off like most people would do when confronted with my personality, this man leaned forward slightly. He lifted a finger and gestured for the bartender to get him a drink while he answered with a grin. “Well, since you seem impatient to let me to get to my point, I’ll get to it now. I was going to congratulate you on your skill work. I’ve heard stories.” A few strands of black hair few down into his face as he watched me in interest. He looked like a typical Homra member, tall, strong built, obvious signs of being in several fights, but he was dressed more proper than others of his gang– black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled up to the elbow which was accompanied by dark jeans and several bracelets. His hair was a bit more ruffled than when I glanced at him earlier, it was if he was doing that lame movie thing of running his fingers through his hair to try and make it look better yet always making it more ruffled looking.

I couldn’t help but be surprised by remark, who would want to tell stories about me? “And?” I promoted.

He chuckled, seemingly glad that I was interested. “A lot of them came from the vanguard but I’ve also heard other things. Not to be stalkerish or anything, but I’ve asked around some of your other friends–” Friends? If your talking either the blue or red idiots, neither of them are my friends, I thought. “– and they’ve said other fascinating stories.” Isamu took a beer from the bartender with a small thanks before continuing. “For instance, stories about how strong you were as a young Homra member; you were almost as strong as Kusanagi when partnered when the vanguard…” He went on to talk about my other accomplishments.

To be honest, it was quite annoying to have someone talking about how awesome your clan careers were. Although… having Misaki glot to others about me was a bit rewarding.

“So, Saruhiko– if I may call you that– I’ve also heard that you carry a full set of knives– not little throwing knives, but nice long ones. Also, that you never go anywhere without them…” His grin slid into a smirk. I was already bothered greatly by him calling me by my horrific first name but asking where I had deliberately hid my knives was worse. “Hm? I angered you?”

I shifted in my seat and turned away from him, desperately wanting Misaki to come back already. “More like irritating me. And don’t call me that and also don’t ask about my knives.”

Isamu wasn’t fazed, but arched an eyebrow in response. “So you are carrying them with you. I wonder where they are…” His gaze raked my body and I couldn’t help but twitch uncomfortably. Why the hell is his wondering where I keep my weapons? It’s not like he has a purpose for knowing.

I was, in fact, carrying some of my knives with me. After joining Scepter 4, I had fashioned myself with making a small harness that could fit nicely under my skirts. Although only six could fit on the belt, it was still useful. Also, I had modified my dress boots to hold at least two per boot on the inside. Thankfully, the work had not been in vain because I’ve used these modifications more than once against pathetic strains trying to jump me.

A poke on my thigh made me flinch. A sharp laugh came from Isamu from my reaction. “Under your skirt, eh?”

“Fuck off.” I finally growled out, fully ready to leave and not come back for Misaki.

Isamu raised his hands in defense, “Sorry sorry. Didn’t mean to piss you off. Just having a bit of fun.” He lowered his hands and drank a bit of his beer, that reminds me that I have my own drink still waiting to be drunk. The bottle made a low thump as he put it back down. He leaned lower still even though I had just told me to leave me alone. “And on the concept of fun… how would you like–”

“Saru! I’m ba– Isamu. What’s going on?” My Misaki was back, finally.

As Misaki gazed upon the scene he had just witnessed, a baffled look appeared on his face. I didn’t blame him for looking so confused– his gang member friend was leaning close to me, his hand slightly stretched out from where he had previously poked my leg and a sly smirk across his face– but what I didn’t expect was a flash of rage to cross his face and for him to stomp over to shove Isamu away. “Leave Saruhiko alone.” He demanded.

Isamu sat back, getting defensive. “Hey, I was just talking to the beauty. Doing nothing wrong.”

“Lier.” Misaki scuffed, sounding childish with the calling out but I couldn’t say I disagreed. “I came here with Saru so I get to leave here with Saru. Got it?”

A noise of genuine surprise escaped me. When did Misaki decide to beat down his own member for my sakes? The man sitting on the bar stool opposite of me also seemed surprised at his statement.

Although Isamu had been put off by Misaki’s brave statement, he still kept his confidence and aplomb. The man laughed mockingly and raised a hand to draw through his hair. “Really Yata? You and Saruhiko here–”

“Don’t call them that. Only I can, alright?” Misaki growled, his hands bunching up into fists. If this wasn’t such an imposing scene, I would’ve told him off for trying to protect me but I’ll let it slip this time.

Isamu continued his statement as if Misaki didn’t interrupt, “–are dating? I didn’t think a virgin like you could pick up someone like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you are in some kind of lewd deal. You can’t even go up to a girl and ask her out so I’m really not surprised that you are using a traitor as a substitute–”

It was I who interrupted not just him, but the whole bar around us. The only sounds that could be heard was the sharp gasp of the man before me, music dimly playing from a box in the back, and a click as someone dropped their glass lightly on a table top. What had startled everyone to silence and stares was the knife glinting as it was dangerously raised to Isamu’s throat. Once the oddly marked man, more like flea, had started to insult Misaki and me in one of the lowest ways possible, I had clicked; at lightning speeds, I had whipped a knife out of my skirt and pointed it at him.

“Coward.” A hiss escaped from between my teeth. “I didn’t perceive that even a Homra member would stoop so low to not only attempt to get me to go out with them, but then right after, insult their senior with the said person they are trying to go out with.” I withdrew my knife and stood up.

Chatter started to erupt again as I made my way out of the bar and out onto the street. What set me off? Typically, I would stand idly by as the flea throw insults but I had acted this time.

“Saru!” Misaki bursted out of the bar and ran over to me. The look of rage was still hot on his face but it clearly not towards me due to the lack of yelling. “Hey, sorry about that. Isamu was probably drinking before we had got there.”

The weak excuse didn’t cut it. “Whatever, Misaki.” I sighed, turning on my heel to start walking back to my dorm which I had only left about an hour go, with the walking taking most of the time.

“Eh? Come on. Let’s go to Homra Bar.” Misaki suggested, catching up to me. “No one is there except for Kusanagi and Anna. I’ll even call to make sure.” When I didn’t reply to his pleading, he kept going. “O-or my place. We can play videogames and stuff. I can even make you something to eat.”

I kept walking without a word. There was no reason that I should go to Homra Bar, only to be reminded of when I was a member of that gang.

“You don’t have to be a jerk about everything. We could do something different, this is a date after all.” Misaki’s outburst made me pause and look at him, mildly interested in what he had to say. When our gaze met, he flushed– it was bright enough to be seen even at night. “W-well… only if you want too. I-it’s not like I’m asking you o-out or anything.” He fidgeted, once again automatically trying to pull at his nonexistent beanie.

The weight of disappointment shouldn’t of been present. It wasn’t like I’m pining him (or at least I haven’t realized it just yet) or anything along those lines. Yes, I have feelings for him but I’m not ashamed of it. Of course it took a while to realize and then find out that it was okay to like Misaki; when I had went to the Yata Family’s house, Misaki’s mother had pointed out that she doesn’t mind if I liked Misaki that way and that she rather it would be me over anyone else. The knowing looks from both Munakata and Awashima doesn’t help the matter any.

I clicked my tongue, deliberately keeping eye contact with him so he can’t turn away and hide from the subject. “Well, are you asking me out?”

Misaki visibly stiffened but his next words came out in a rashful mess. “Yes. I’m asking you out.”

“Let’s get this straight. Isamu is apparently a barbarian, and you guys are goin’ out?” Kusanagi paused in the middle of cleaning his glass to lean on the counter and look at the pair sitting at his bar top.

Misaki let out a bashful laugh and grinned. “Yep. And that’s why we are here.”

“Only because you half dragged me here.” I mumbled into my drink. When we had got here, Misaki had ordered me the same blue margarita like from the old bar; I didn’t complain because I had barely drank half of the old one and I liked the taste of it.

Kusanagi chuckled. “That’s swell at least.” The glass let out a soft clink as it was set down onto the counter. “Oh Anna. You want somethin’?”

The girl, Anna, had seated herself onto the bar stool next to Misaki. She was wearing a lion night onesie and holding a red marble up to her eye. To people who don’t know her, this sight would be rather confused and unnerving. A soft smile appeared on her lips as she looked at me through her marble. “Saruhiko looks pretty tonight.” She said calmly before looking at Kusanagi. “I thought everyone was going out. And I sense that something bad happened.”

Misaki answered for Kusanagi. “Isuma was being a jerk, that’s all. I rather spend the night here anyways.”

I let the three talk as I busied myself with the blue drink before me. Isamu’s words couldn’t help but come back to me: “I’m really not surprised that you are using a traitor as a substitute.” Like hell would Misaki be able to use me as a substitute, I am the farthest from a little pretty girl as can be. Ice seemed to trickle down my spine as psychopathic laugher suddenly invaded the back of my mind, I hadn’t been taunted in such a way since my father had been alive.

“Misaki.” Anna’s voice snapped me out of it, her tone was oddly demanding like she was in fact trying to get me out of it. “We had a deal.”

I took a few shallow breaths before focusing on the conversation at hand.

“Deal?” Misaki looked down at her confused but a light bulb seemed to come alight a moment after. “O-oh. That. I don’t think Saru is up for it tonight…”

“For what, Misaki?” I asked.

He clammed up for a moment, his cheeks reddening as he answered, “I… it’s stupid. You won’t like it anyways.” He muttered, not looking at me.

I watched him for a moment, copulating if it was really necessary to push him on the subject until I saw Anna glaring at him. It must be really important if she is actually mad at him. “Well… I’ll be leaving if you won’t tell me. There’s no point to be here if secrets are around.”

“Chu, like you should be talking.” Misaki huffed but got up out of his seat. “I’ll be right back.” He retreated to the stairs leading to the other rooms.

While Misaki was upstairs getting whatever he was getting, Anna abandoned her seat to retrieve some newspaper. The paper crinkled slightly as she laid it out across the coffee table. “Saruhiko.” She pointed to the table which I assumed where she wanted me to sit (the two black couches that was usually around the table were pushed against a different wall for some unknown reason).

I followed the lioness’s silent instructions and sat next to the table. By the time I sat down, Misaki galloped down the stairs. Whatever that was in his hands clicked several times before he placed it down on the table.

“… nail polish?” Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this. A small box sat upon the table, inside was several bottles of nail polish were set in rows by color. The box was mostly filled with reds and oranges but blues and blacks dotted between the fiery colors.

I gingerly picked a blue from the box and examined the bottle before looking up at Misaki for an explanation. Misaki put his hands on his hips and said in a proud manner, even though I knew he was dying from embarrassment inside, “When you were still in Homra, I had asked Chitose to teach me how to do makeup and stuff for ladies. You like to be feminine sometimes so I decided I would try and learn so I can help you. It’s stupid really but I continued testing and trying things out even after you left so yeah.” A sheepish grin crossed his face. “Anna made a promise with me that if, one day, I managed to get you in here, I would paint both yours and hers nails. So, I agreed so she let me test on her.”

Anna nodded, proving the story was accurate. Misaki was still standing there, waiting for the go ahead. After a moment of thought, I clicked my tongue. “Tsk, as long as you don’t screw it up.”

A smile crossed his face as he joyously plopped onto the ground across from me. “I won’t.” He carefully emptied the box and lined the colors out so I could see them all. “Pick the ones you like.” He offered.

I reached out and plucked out a royal blue and black from the row. A bottle with clear-white sparkles caught my eye so I hesitantly grabbed that out as well. I put the bottles into Misaki’s hands before carefully removing my gloves and putting them into my handbag.

Misaki looked over my choices for a moment and hummed. “Okay. I have an idea.” He gestured for my hand so I held it out for him. “So, we could do all of your nails this blue except for the ring finger where we could do the black with the white sparkles over it. Is that okay?”

There was no problem with that so I nodded and let him take my hand. Misaki gently ran his fingers against mine before laying my hand out against the newspaper.

This is… new. The old was me. Once in middle school, I had found a bottle of purple nail polish laying around on the floor of the classroom. At this point in time, I had started to seriously consider my sexuality and gender. Typically, I could really care less– if you’re happy, be happy, I have no reason to judge, but then, feelings had started to swirl inside me like a whirlpool. I was angry at myself at first, fully believed that I am just a monkey… a failure, a failure that I couldn’t just be a normal guy that went to school and could hit on girls. So, when I found the little purple bottle, I had hid behind the school. I was curious, no stupid, and started to paint my nails. I have never done that, actually do something that was girly. It was a rush of feelings, angry, happiness, sadness, giddiness; there was enough feelings that I couldn’t help but laugh as my eyes teared up. It was proof that I was a failure but also proof that I could be someone different, someone whose life wasn’t an endless parade of despair. During the midst of raw feelings, Misaki had found me hunched up behind the baseball pits. First, he was concerned, who wouldn’t be if their friend is hiding with tears falling down their face? But once he saw the nail polish bottle laying in the grass by my feet, he just smiled. A genuine beautiful warm smile cross his face as he laughed and picked up the bottle, saying, “Fushimi, you could’ve told me. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.” He grabbed my half painted hand and brush-cap to start to go to work after those words. His blind acceptance was… wonderful. Wonderful in the fact that he could really care less whether I wore skirts or pants, whether I wore make up or went bare, whether I was girl or a boy. He took me for who I was– his friend.

I looked up from where I was watching when music softly started to play. Kusanagi had walked out from behind his bar and started up the radio which was situated in the corner of the room. “A bit too quiet.” He said, answering my questioning gaze.

Misaki glanced up at me, an excited look was still in his eyes. After making sure that it was okay to proceed (he had finished the royal blue), he carefully replaced the cap to the blue before opening up the black. The feeling of coolness from the wet paint set mini shivers through me as Misaki carefully spread the paint out to fill my ring finger. He was cautious to not hit the now drying fingers while also trying not to get the paint onto my skin.

His blind acceptance is beautiful.

“‘Night, boys.”

“You too!” Misaki waved to Kusanagi as he pushed open the door; I gave him a short nod. After a few hours at the bar (talking, nail polish, and watching a few of Totsuka’s tapes), Anna had literally fell asleep standing– which meant that it was well past her bedtime, and Misaki and I had a scolding from Kusanagi about not coming in so late at night. I would’ve retorted with, it’s not my fault that you kept the bar open until midnight, but that wouldn’t be the best idea at this time of night. So, we left the bar with our destination being Scepter 4 HQ.

The jingle of bells accompanied the clicks of my boots and the content sigh that slipped out of Misaki as the door fell shut. We walked in silence for a few minutes until Misaki attempted to start a conversation. “Um… Do you… Do you have the day off sometime soon?” He stiffened when I glanced down at him. “I-I mean, just wondering’. It’s not like I’m asking you out or any– oh wait! I did.” He reached up to itch his neck sheepishly.

“Your brain must be as big as your stature.” I said smoothly.

It took a few seconds before Misaki burst, “Oi! My brain isn’t small.”

Silent laughter shook me. “Oh, but you agreed that you are short and small.” I couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“Don’t be an ass.” Misaki rolled his eyes. After a brief moment of silence he muttered, “So…”

“Friday.”

“Eh?”

“You asked when I had the day off so that’s the day.” I clicked my tongue and picked up my pace slightly, the cold had pricked at my skin. “I’m going to stay and tend to the work that wasn’t finish.” A frown had pulled itself across his face. “… unless you have something planned.”

The frown vanished and was replaced with a hopeful look. “We could do something like we did tonight, just not do something with my guys.” He proceeded to add a comment about how he’s going to kick Isamu’s ass once he sees him again but I disregarded that. “You had fun tonight right?”

“Tsk.” There was no denying it, I did have “fun” per say. “You could say that.”

Misaki smiled, looking triumph. “So that means that you liked our date?”

“I already answered.” I snipped lightly, a bit bashful about admitting this. “But you still have until we reach the headquarters. Don’t mess it up.”

“I’ll try not.”

“Try?”

“Come on! I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future.” He waved his arm for elaboration, which actually didn’t make much sense in this situation.

“Me either…” Six years ago, I didn’t know what would happen when I picked up the purple nail polish bottle. Four years ago, I didn’t know what would happen when I scourged my Homra tattoo. Two years ago, I didn’t know what would happen when I fell into a tunnel with Misaki. Four months ago, I didn’t know what would happen when I was being attack by JUNGLE and was strained hopeless. Two hours ago, I didn’t know what would happen when I held the knife against Isamu’s throat. Two minutes ago, I didn’t know what would happen when I lit a small fire of raw youth and happiness in Misaki’s eyes.

“Well, maybe we could go out to lunch or something. Friday. Kusanagi wants me to help at the bar in the morning but I’m off the rest of the day.” Misaki supplied which I only shrugged to.

The streets around became busier as we walked along, businessman walking home from work, 24/7 shops still alight with a bored worker or two inside, a loud meowing came from an alley, and more of that sort of thing. We were obvious to this though, after living in this city for so long, we’ve gotten use to this life. I would’ve also missed a man staring at me if it wasn’t for Misaki who started growling in his direction like a dog. I questioned why he started being protective, “What? You don’t like people staring at me?”

“Chu, you know all what they want. It’s not you, it’s that gorgeous chick facade you have going on.” He said offendedly, still glaring at the man until we rounded the corner.

His wording had peaked my interest. “‘Gorgeous’ “

Misaki stumbled to a stop, nearly bumping into me as he was stunned by his own word choice. His cheeks turned red under the street light. “I’m not going to lie. Y-you look gorgeous in everything.” He continued with his confession, words pouring from his lips like it was something he had held back for a long time. “You’re beautiful in everything: skirts, suits, and even that crappy sweatshirt you had in middle school. It’s so annoying how you can look so good in everything. I hate it that you can look so beautiful without noticing.” To an outsider, it would look like Misaki was spatting and trying to start a fight but to me, it was just Misaki being brave. He moved forward, getting closer as if he was trying to make me believe by throwing the words into my face. “I just want you to see how beautiful you are and that you are not just some piece of trash. Okay, Saruhiko? You’re gorgeous, beautiful–”

I don’t know what made me do it. Maybe it was the warmth that bloomed within me at his words– “Gorgeous”, “Beautiful”, “Sexy.”– that drove me to this predicament. I had cut him off with a kiss; it was inexperienced, off target, impulsive, but still a kiss at best.

I don’t regret it.

A squeak escaped him when I touched his lips, but he didn’t push me away, it was more like he was frozen in surprise. His cheeks under my hands burned as I slowly pulled away. The amber in his eyes sparkled as they widened, surprise and shock were visible in them, yet they held no anger.

The corners of Misaki’s lips lifted and relief swept through me. I haven’t messed up. I fondly watched as he raised his hand to intertwine our finger, keeping my hand upon his cheek.

There was no questions, no “can I kiss you again?”, no “why did you do that?”, no “can we do this somewhere else?”; all of those questions were answered already and the answered didn’t mattered because we were already kissing again. A miniature breathy giggle slipped out of the man as we bumped noses, neither of us were experienced in this area, before sudally correcting ourselves. I closed my eyes and shifted my free hand into his hair to keep him close this time.

A loud bout of giggling and laughing make the pair of us jump, apparently we both had drowned out the noise of the street that we were on. I didn’t recognize the laugher but Misaki clearly did because flung himself away from me and snapped his gaze over to the watchers.

After a second or two, I dimly recognized the couple. Chitose Yō was grinning at them, his arm wrapped around a woman’s waist. “Good job, Yata.” The man commented.

“S-shut up!” I raised an eyebrow as Misaki nearly-literally burst, his blush was quite clear as his whole face and neck lit up. “You were stalking us, weren’t you.” He accused his fellow Homra member.

The man shook his head. “No, Erika and I were just at the restaurant back there.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I was just walking her home until we found this.”

Misaki bristled like a cat, “You didn’t have to interrupt us!” He wildly turned on his heel, grabbed my wrist, and proceeded to stomp off. “Let’s go Saru.”

“Wait!” The woman, Erika, hurriedly slipped out from Chitose’s arm and approached us before we could leave them behind. “Excuse me, but it seems that you smudged the lipstick while kissing.”

I glanced at Misaki to see if it was true as Erika took a cloth out of her purse. I had, indeed, smudged a bit of blue into his lips. Misaki gratefully took the cloth from the woman and proceeded to try to take the dark blue off of his face.

Erika told Misaki to keep the cloth before hurrying back to her boyfriend. The pair waved farewell before walking in the opposite direction.

Are we going to talk about it? The kiss? That question stuck in my mind since Misaki and I had continued to walk. I glanced down at him, searching for any inclinations that would lead me to believe that he wanted to talk… but there wasn’t. Misaki had his hands in his pockets, head dipped to stare at the ground before him, and he was a step or two away from me. Although this didn’t look like he wanted to talk, it struck a chord in me; it shouldn’t of bothered me this much, the way Misaki was acting. Typically, he would be leaning closer to me, eyes bright and attentive, and ready to talk about useless batter like his day or some video game he is currently playing.

After a few minutes of uncertainty, I stiffly said, “So… tell me about that skateboarding competition that was mentioned that day at the park.” Don’t get me wrong, I like the quiet, peaceful walk with Misaki but it just felt wrong to watch him sulk for whatever reason.

Misaki jerked his head up, his eyes wide in surprise. “O-oh. Sure.” He paused, biting his lip in thought before continuing. “Uh… So, I ended up entering that competition, like I said. It’s in… a couple of weeks I think, in one of the old warehouses that they changed into trick ramps. It will actually be really cool and stuff. If I get in and win, I could go too another competition and if I win that one, I could go to the United States for more competition. I’m thinking of inviting some people to watch and stuff, and you come… if you want…” The last sentence came out as a mumble, it was as if he was unsure with the idea of me coming to watch.

The way he was acting prickled my nerves. Did I do something wrong? Although I could not do anything and let the matter fix itself over time, I do like Misaki’s kisses and want more in the future. So, I suddenly snapped, “Tsk, whatever I did wrong, ignore it. Obviously I upset you.”

Misaki jumped, clearly not expecting what I had said. “You didn’t do anything wrong!” He said startledly, but an ashamed look crossed his face.

“Then what’s the problem.”

“I-its nothing.”

“Misaki,” I hissed, clearly getting agitated that he wouldn’t just spit out what he was thinking. Our walk had started to get slower, it was as if the both of us both wanted to stop and continue to talk but both of us wanted to continue to our goal. “I’m not blind nor stupid, there is something wrong with you.”

Misaki visibly winced at my words. He stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets and let out a long sigh. “This is really fucking stupid but since you’re so persistent for whatever reason, I’ll tell you.” He kept his gaze pointedly away from me as he spoke. “I just don’t want what happened when you were in Homra to happen again… what I mean is that I don’t want to become so naive again, in any sense of the word and situation. We were both stupid then but I don’t want that happening again, ya know?” I did understand, more than he could explain. Although it wasn’t a just single cause that made me leave Homra, I can see which one Misaki was getting at.

“I didn’t like the way Misaki was acting.” I sighed, answering her earlier inquiry. The noises of the nightly flare nearly ceased as we turned the corner leading to the Scepter 4 Headquarters. He glanced at me in confusion so I explained. “Misaki sulking got annoying.”

“Oi! I wasn’t sulking… just distracted that’s all.” He huffed, nudging me. “It’s you who’s sulking.”

“About what then?”

Misaki relaxed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know. Probably about something lame.” A teasing smirk crossed his face.

“Kissing Misaki isn’t lame.” Despite the fact that I wasn’t sulking, I took the chance to tease him. I could be sulking about that but Misaki acting different had worried me more.

“W-what?” He stammered, his characteristic blush coming into play according to plan. We both simultaneously stopped until the same lamppost from the beginning of this night.

“You heard what I said.” A lazy smirk creeped across my lips. “I liked kissing Misaki.” It wasn’t a lie, I truly liked it. During the minutes that we weren’t talking, I hadn’t be able to keep what had just happened out of my mind; the fondness in his beautiful eyes, the feel of his cheeks lighting up under my hands, the softness of his hair as I shifted my fingers into it, and the electrifying touch as we kissed, I couldn’t keep it out of my mind. I like this new.

He kept blushing his ridiculous red as I watched him for an answer. “O-oh. Um… we can do it again if you w-want.” He stopped hiding his face and stepped forward to me, trying stay brave.

“Hm… I do want to.” This time, I wasn’t teasing as I reached out and gently ran my fingers down his cheek. A hopeful smile popped up on his face as I leaned closer to him. Once I had stooped low enough to reach him, he surged up on his toes to wrap his arms around my shoulders and to press his lips to mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, Misaki wrapped around my shoulders and my free arm around his waist, before he slowly broke away. It felt nice, standing here, pressed up against Misaki. A content sound escaped him as he opened his eyes. I didn’t want to pull away. I ever so gently move my fingers into his hair to slowly touch that irresistible curl that was behind his ear that I’ve always want to touch, to caress. My freshly painted nails stood out clearly against his orange hair, the black and the blues looked like the night sky because of the way is clear dots that were scattered. At this moment I realized Misaki is the sun, I am the night; we are opposites, yes, but beautiful opposites but the same when joined at the same moment, at the same time we are beautiful.

“Saru?”

“Hm?”

“A-are we really boyfriends?”

“What do you think?”

Misaki thought for a moment before tightening his hold around my shoulders and leaning back up slightly, “Yes, we are.” He didn’t seem embarrassed anymore, his reddened face had calmed down into a soft pink, but instead he looked… happy, happy to be standing here with me. Happy to be in a relationship with me of all people.

Warmth bloomed within me at his simple words. “Misaki.” I needed to say his name; I could really not care about how much he hates his name because it sounds “lame” and it’s “girly”, what mattered was that I liked it. I like how his name rolls off of my tongue, it’s like a music note– its gradual at first until the last syllable with a nice -ki and that I can mold the name into different sounds and shapes, some longer, drawn out teasings or a short, needy call to catch his attention. His name has always been alluring to me.

We shared another short kiss before Misaki lowered himself back down to the ground, painfully pulling away from the embrace. We both knew we couldn’t stay there like that for the whole night– we would have to break apart some time or we would’ve fallen asleep on the hard sidewalk. Misaki bashfully chuckled and took a step back away from me. “Um… just text me when you get up tomorrow, alright? Just say hi or something so I know when you get up. You need a good night’s sleep.”

“I’m not a child, Misaki” I lightly snipped back but there was no heat behind the words, Misaki has always worried over me and my health which always caused me to snap back with the usual “I don’t need to be taken care of” retort, although… I do rather like him dotting on me.

“You know what I mean.” He rolled his eyes before glancing down at his PDAWatch and grimacing. “It’s already too late. Knowing you, you would get up five hours earlier just to do work.”

There was no argument there, I have gotten up early or stayed up late just to work several times and especially for the past few months since the Slate was destroyed. Timeless Palace, the ministry, and Scepter 4 has been tirelessly working on the worldwide outbreak of strains ever since Jungle has let the Slate’s powers be unleashed. I shrugged, “At least I’m getting things done, unlike you.”

Misaki went to retort but he ended up closing his mouth and saying instead. “Whatever, Saru… Just promise me that you will sleep tonight.”

I gave into his pleadings and nodded. “I’ll try.”

We stood there in an awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Misaki silently rocked on his heels, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. After a few minutes, he seemed to find words again. “… good night, I guess.” He muttered out. “I mean, I walked you home and all, s-so I guess that this is the end of the night.”

No. The word hung on the tip of my tongue. No, I don’t want to leave Misaki just yet. I don’t want to leave his sidelong glances, his boisterous laugh, his small nudges when trying to catch my attention… but I had to go, it’s impossible to stay the whole night with him only to leave at the break of dawn the next day.

So, I took a small step closer to him, trying to catch the last close encounter with him before I had to turn in for the night. “Yes, it is. Anything else to say before I go?” The last part was a last hopeful note, bluntly asking for him to keep me there with him for longer.

Misaki shrugged then a lightbulb seemed to light up, the bulb was behind his eyes making them sparkle in wondrous thought. I love how they sparkle like they do. “It kinda feels like déjà vu, doesn’t it?” I raised an eyebrow so he continued with a small laugh, “Like, here we are, standing under the same lamppost, in front of the same place, in the same clothes, in the same positions, and such. Except that you don’t have your gloves on and that I’m taking you back instead of picking you up.”

His inquiry was exactly on point, except for… “Do you still think I’m sexy?” I smirked and leaned forward, doing the same thing from the beginning of the night, but instead of Misaki getting flustered and pushing me away, he let my fingertips slide across his cheek and jaw like it had so many times this evening with a small laugh and smile.

As my fingertips went to part from his skin, he snapped up hand up and caught mine within his. I watched in utter surprise as brought my palm up to his lips. “That answer will never change.” He replied against my palm, pressing a soft kiss to it.

I don’t know who was most flustered after that answer. For one of the rarest moments of my life, I had actually felt my face heat up, spreading across my cheeks and down my neck. Misaki had also started blushing again, his confidence crumbling against my palm after his act. My chuckle came out crackled, “I never expected you to do that, Misaki.” I said his name deliberately, making his jolt a bit as I lowered my voice.

“O-okay. This is getting too much.” He dropped my hand much to my displeasure and moved a bit away… but I was glad he backed away and tossed away the moment, I was spending too much time dilly-dallying.

With the imprint of Misaki’s lips invisibly printed on the inside my palm, I moved over to the front gate with a sharp click of my boots. The sound reverberated into the silent night, making me keenly aware of that anyone could hear Misaki and I’s private conversations, but none of that mattered to me at that moment in time. The gate spluttered open as I pulled it open just enough so I could slip inside. I paused before walking in, the feeling like I was missing something prickled at the back of my mind.

I glanced over to see Misaki still standing there, rocking on his heels and watching me. “You going to stand there all night?”

He started. “You haven’t said good night yet.”

“Neither have you.” I deadpanned.

I could see him sighs and roll his eyes. “Good night Saruhiko.” I could hear the smile through his voice even when he was pretending to be distraught about me pointing out the obvious.

“Good night Misaki.” I slipped inside the gate after sending a final glance his way, only to capture the last moments of the night.

Hm… I know why I went to go to that stupid bar tonight. I went because that’s where my wonderful evening would begin.

#fanfic: mine #k Project #sarumi #skirts and fishnets

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writetoremainsilent · 5 years

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4/30/19-5/4/19 a thicc update

This is nostalgic, isn’t it?

Some overall things: watching Evangelion, working on my Pokemon Fanfiction (lol), re-listening to Tool songs (they go hard), and discovering this nice math-rocky song called Shibuya by Covet. I also drew quite a bit this week.

4/30/19: Had my coffee lab today, and felt nice and energized from the coffee. I then had my tennis class and did not do well, because the two guys I played against were slice kings.

Then I had geology, which was pretty mild. I paid attention for the most part.

I ate at the cafeteria that day, and brought some food home for Wally and Allen. If I remember correctly, I spent the majority of the rest of the day watching shows with Wally and Allen. Bakemonogatari is a very good show. This is going to be a consistent theme for the rest of the week.

5/1/19: Scary..May’s already begun. I remember making this post last year. It’s still scary, even more so this year because I actually have to apply.

So, I’ve been doing these ‘stories’ for my art instagram posts lately, and today was disappointing because...

I pre-wrote a caption before actually making a post. It’s about a boy who steals from his father, except in this case he’s stealing ‘time.’ So the big joke is that the boy is just trying to hang out with his dad, but ‘cuz it’s thievery it’s implied to be bad. Funny.

The problem with waiting this long to write the posts is that I remember very very little.

I studied most of the day for my dinosaurs test on Thursday, though.

5/2/19: Tennis was fun. I played doubles, and sucked. My teammate kept joking “wow, we suck” but I saw through her. She meant me.

After that, I had my dinosaurs midterm, which was regrettably more difficult than I’d expected.

I ate at the cafeteria and then went home.

I spent the rest of the day drawing and finishing Bakemonogatari with Wally. It was a very good show. Delicate and artistic, it weaves a tale that can be explained simply but shown brilliantly.

And how it shone.

5/3/19: After my one class of the day, I went to a sushi buffet with Wally and Allen. It was very enjoyable. I finally kind of learned how to use chopsticks. I love sushi places with vegetarian options.

We went home and watched some Run with the Wind, which I think Wally and Allen are enjoying a lot more than I am.

As some time passed, I watched The Tatami Galaxy with Wally, which is a show that I started almost 2 years ago but didn’t get around to finishing. We made it up to where I got to last time before I felt too tired to continue. It’s a good show. Directed by the same dude from Devilman Crybaby and Ping Pong the Animation.

5/4/19: Today was kind of lazy.

First, I watched Evangelion with Wally.

Then, I took a nap, and had this horrible dream. It wasn’t even horrible, but my friend Hana had tagged me in some DawnxMay (meaning they’re romantically implicated) fanart post on Facebook (Dawn being the female Pokemon protagonist from the Sinnoh games, and May being the female Pokemon protagonist from the Hoenn region).

I had chatted Hana (in the dream) about it and we joked about how it was a difficult ship (relationship) to canonize. We started talking about our favorite ships from high school, and something in the back of my mind was just begging to be remembered, but I couldn’t for the life of me. It gave me this aching rush of nostalgia: sights, smells, where I was, what I was feeling, and crushed me and flattened me like a hydraulic press. The dream-induced nostalgia was so strong that I woke up with a headache and some tears in my eyes.

Basically, I hate nostalgia. I have talked about this at length. There are things from my high school: feelings, moments, and fleeting realizations that will probably never consciously re-surface, but will always haunt me with the millisecond flashes of deja vu that they always attack me with. I’m weak.

Also, I hate naps.

I went off to play tennis against a wall.

On the way back from tennis, my bike tire popped, so I had to walk back.

When I got back, we went to Taco Bell. I dropped off some food for my brother and we headed home.

I finished The Tatami Galaxy with Wally today. It’s a very good show, one of my few 10/10s.

And that’s it for this update. I’m glad it was this week I chose to slack on, because little happened.

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wraithpups-blog · 7 years

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Adventures of Merry and Baxter

Run by the famed adventurer Edmund Helmsplitter, Triple Carted's three-peaked roof loomed over the dusty frontier town of Mud. Like many Adventurer-founded pubs, Triple Carted was generally inhabited by off-duty mercenaries, slayers and other loiterers that were loose with coin and heavy with the burden of over-sized and exotic weaponry. They held equipment aesthetic contests on Fridays, but as was the case in any place where tall tales met the heroes of verse and saga, the regular crowd of Triple Carted had a series of very peculiar traditions. Newcomers were easily spotted and subsequently softened through the use of alcohol and disarming small talk, before being asked to perform a talent or entertaining routine for the bar-goers. Regulars varied depending on the day and hour, but the judges panel on Fonz Day’s Fonzday consisted of a tiny pair of mustached cavaliers, Master Shrapnel the rodent from the East, Mistress Agatha who ran the Apothecary down the road and the local cryptid: Vern the Viking. But today perhaps they had gotten more than they had bargained for. A thin girl wrapped in a feathery traveling cloak and toting an unreasonably large satchel had walked through the rough-hewn wood door not thirty minutes prior, skittish and off-balanced as a lost fawn. She gratefully accepted the drink Agatha pressed gently yet firmly into her hand and soon introduced herself as Merry. Four rounds later, the veterans had the young alchemist on the table, showing off her talents as she chattered on with barely a pause for breath. The regulars sipped their tankards silently, as a crowd of spellbound passerby began to form around the bar. “-and thats when the Guild sent me out here!” Merry said, placing a small martini atop the teetering tower of colorful mixed drinks. Designed to function as the centerpiece of the display, Merry had taken several creative liberties with the trademark skewered olive. The toothpick was carefully splintered and slid into the olive piece by piece, before she gently rolled it down the hand-carved stairs of an icy senate. It was a tiny piece of art. Fine work, especially on such short notice! Merry thought, fishing around in her handbag for one of her newts: a three-toed red named Waldo. She needed two more tails to brew up red smoke and some lights, which would balance out the composition nicely. The restoration draught, essential for multi-tail harvesting, steamed from the small eyedropper used to administer potions, but it would be useless once it cooled off. She felt around various crawly, slimy, coarsely textured ingredients for some time before she gave. Yet another victory for the Waldoes. She eyed the crowd hopefully, deciding to try her luck with crowdfunding. “Does anyone have some newt tails? The Three-toed red, please.” An elderly witch near the front extended a calm looking iguana with matching headwear, who lay host to a myriad of tails that branched out haphazardly from each other. She winked roguishly at Merry from beneath her hat; it was the witch who had given her the first drink. “Just say the name of the tail you want, slowly and clearly, and Gerty here will sprout off as many as you need, won’t you my dear?” That said, Agatha began poking through the array of tails on the frumpy iguana, displaying the extent of her spellwork on the reptile. The movement released flashes of color from the reflection of vibrant scales, but fur, skin and spike alike draped from the many branches of Gerty’s magnificent rear. So many components in one place, it must have cost a fortune. Merry felt her heart pang with jealousy, but most of the regulars simply looked bored. “Four newt tails, Three-toed reds please!” Said Merry, looking into the beady eyes of the lizard. After a series of thoughtful heartbeats, understanding dawned and a small patch of smooth red tails sprouted off from the root of copper colored tailfeathers. “Alright, hold still now.” Agatha soothed as she slid a pair of clippers into her hand from the depths of a sleeve. She looked that Merry apologetically “This is his least favorite part. Sometimes it helps if you hold his front claws.” Merry needed no further prompting, after staring at the frightened but determined look on the reptile’s face as Gerty pointedly refused to look in the direction of Agatha and the shears, she knew she would do anything for this heroic little lizard. She grabbed hold of Gerty’s front claw, which dug painfully into the flesh between her forefinger and thumb as the clippers drew ever close… Snip “Thanks, Gerty.” Merry said, feeling a little guilty as she took the tails from Agatha. Maybe it was wrong, Merry thought, but she knew that anyone back at the College would sell everything they owned to have a lizard like Gerty, instead the herds of forty-seven different reptiles that roamed in pockets, handbags and pocket dimensions of the frazzled student body. The species of lizards, newts and salamanders varied depending on the School of magic studied, but reptile-amphibians shared several characteristics. Prized for the use of their tail they sported extreme levels of elusiveness as well as the name Waldo, by Academy tradition. Merry slid two of the tails silently into a pocket on her sleeve and dunked the other two in a rusted mug underneath the mixed drink monument. Maybe fortune would favor her on this trip, just like Professor Ottabard had written in his classroom brochure. She was already up two newt tails, and the request wasn’t even posted yet! She dropped a match to light the greasy liquid inside the mug, which immediately released a thick plume of smoke behind the display. Shades of red and white danced through the facets carved into the ice. These were chased by small globes of light floating from a different glass and illuminating the faceplate, a stained coaster with a tattered napkin spiked into the leather. After a few seconds the globes popped themselves on the spike, spilling into an embellished script that glowed in the dim lighting for her audience to admire. “T-h-e I-d-e-s o-f M-a-r-c-h” A portly knight read out slowly. “Hold on, what’s March ‘iding from anyway?” “I saw a man once, looked just like that olive,” declared Vern the Viking. “He kept fighting through it all, until one plucky soldier nipped ‘im somewhere with an arrow. Turns out his dear old ma had the whole family slather him in protection charms when he was younger, to make him live longer y'know? Must’ve missed a spot though, ‘cuz I remember he went down like an anchor.” The little witch holding Gerty didn’t say anything, but she smiled and gave Merry a little thumbs up. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Merry said proudly, excitement refusing to be dampened by the lack of culture shown by the Regulars. Emboldened by her success with the tails, she decided to let her sales pitch fly. They’d find out sooner or later anyway, she reasoned through alcohol’s comforting haze, so what was the harm? Merry lit a small jug from the left leg of her monument, releasing a tiny wyvern of vapor spiraling into the air around the bar. She drew her cloak close, then put on her best retailer’s voice. “Now, who among you brave adventurers would join me on my quest? I am off to slay a dragon, in the name of harvesting the materials necessary for Brad N. Ottabard’s First-Year course: Introduction to Musical Theory in Applied Alchemistry! All levels of experience are welcomed in the company, details will be posted on the board!” Her audience blinked as one. “Did she just say ‘dragon’?” ventured an orc in the back. Merry turned to the orc to answer, and caught sight of a pair of well-polished silver crescents, inscribed with a mural of a small figure slaying hordes of dragons, demons and other forces of darkness. The muscular green warrior immediately hid her curved dancing blades behind her back and began to edge away with great speed. “Don’t know anything about dragons, sorry. Lots of work to do, so busy.” “That’s the fifth one this week!” Vern the Viking complained, hefting his broad edged axe over his shoulder in disgust. “What are they even teaching at these schools?” “Dragons? We almost died dragging that warlock to a Moltenfang den just last week, didn’t we John?” A misshapen figure with an octopus beard complained to a beanbag sized sea urchin, who was a needle’s distance away. “Won’t be doing that again in a hurry” The urchin agreed. Mery couldn’t pin where the voice was coming from, but the response to her advertisement thus far was not as she’d hoped. “Not another First-Year!” exclaimed the knight. He had been struggling with the influx of culture into the bar, but was far more at home with this atmosphere of mob mentality. “Yes! I’m posting a complaint. They can’t expect us to give newbies a lift all the time. There’s work to do!” exclaimed a dwarf, holding a pint in each hand. “Now, don’t be making too much trouble for the newcomers everyone,” a new voice said, accompanied by the sound of scales on wood and a slight hiss. “After all, many of you were up on that table not long ago yourselves- and being far less respectable, I might add.” The crowd grumbled in embarrassed compliance with the arrival of a regular figure of authority: the bartender Maisie. Knowing better than to push their luck, the salt of the earth dispersed into their more routine hangouts, leaving Merry alone with the masked gorgon and the self-titled Judges. Vern the Viking saluted the gorgon bashfully. “Sorry Maisie, but you know how it is with the Guilds. Good luck kiddo, but you’ll have a hard time finding someone willing to take on a dragon so late in the season.” “The hatching festival was last month, and the Guilds sent out all their newly registered members… it was fun for a little while, but even we could see the Guilds were just taking advantage of us,” supplied one of the mustached knights, the tiny one in the purple platemail. He mounted his dragonfly with dignity, nodding at Merry as the insect buzzed towards the window. “Fine talent you have there, Miss.” The elderly witch simply pressed a small note into Merry’s hand. It read: Best of luck my dear! The Apothecary is always open, should you want to pop in and see ol’ Gerty again! I remember what the Academy was like, so do your best! Do stop by when you have a party together. Signed, Agatha. Beside it was a small candy, wrapped in red foil. Despite the disappointment settling in her gut, Merry smiled as she watched the old witch make her way to the door, Gerty’s tails spilling out from her bag and swaying as she walked. “I hope you won’t waste all those drinks you’ve made,” said the chilly voice of the bartender, Maisie. Snakes hissed from beneath her dark felt hat, which had a Guild emblem pinned into it. Merry eyed the snakes warily, but it was not her first time meeting a gorgon. Besides, the whiteness of the veil really brought out the blue in her dark scales. “Not a problem,” Merry replied glumly. “Care to share some with me? Halfsies, even? It’s a special offer.” A sharp grin peaked from the sides of the gorgon’s veil. Her snakes seemed to pick up on the gesture, rattling their long scales cheerfully as they crawled amongst their fellow locks. “Oh no, not me. Art it may be, but I don’t have the stomach for drinks mixed by an Alchemist of your talents.” “But how did you know I mixed-?” “You have impressed me with your work on the olive and your sleight of hand was cleverly done, but I saw what happened to the halfling in Davenport.” Maisie said, as she cleared the regulars drinks and slithered into the back room. “Then you already knew what I came here for” Merry said, defeated. “Well, cheers.“ Drinking alone wasn’t so bad, after all she did this every night. And she had come to terms with the risks and experiences that came with some of her more unexpected concoctions. But the company would’ve been nice. _______________________ First post! No rhyme or reason behind this, just playing around with some characters I would like to develop and hitting word count. Hope anyone that reads this enjoys! It's pretty bad right now, but it only gets better from here ((we hope)). Work by Tyler McGowan

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