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itsuki-minamy · 4 years

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“HALLOWEEN NIGHT”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"Oh, ok, it looks good."

Yata and Fushimi responded to Totsuka's compliments in the opposite direction.

"Well, really? It's embarrassing, but it's okay."

"Totsuka-san. Why do we have to dress like this?"

They both wear cosplay costumes for Halloween, aristocratic vampire-themed clothing. They donned a high-necked cape over a satin white shirt and velvety vest, fangs carefully poking out of their mouths. All of that was brought up by Totsuka, and Fushimi couldn't help it from frowning when it was first shown to him.

"We are observing Shizume's surroundings on Halloween, so dress appropriately."

Totsuka's answer is, of course, unconvincing. Fushimi protests quietly as she tugs at the collar of the cape.

"I don't know what that means. Why do we have to look around? It's okay to be relieved, all the fuss."

"Don't say anything, Saruhiko. Isn't it like taking a walk around town? Isn't it always the case to squeeze a noisy idiot?"

"That is why it is the reason for 'today'."

Totsuka smiled and gave up on Fushimi.

"Rather, it's 'today'. Every year when it's Halloween time, there's a lot of noise. Last year, there were people overturning the truck in front of the station, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I have to watch out for this year's rookies in 'Homura' so no one does that!"

Yata struck a gutsy pose, and Fushimi was sullen. It seems that Yata does not understand that this sense of belonging is the most distant from Fushimi Saruhiko. He touched Fushimi's shoulder and cheerfully greeted Totsuka.

"Then, I'm going to patrol as a member of 'Homura'!"

"Yes, please go. Have fun."

Fushimi stepped out of the HOMRA bar to be dragged away while shooting a serious look at the real Totsuka.

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Shizume Town on Halloween was just a festive event.

It seems that no one cares about the temperature, which is about to deepen in fall and bleach at night. Orange illuminations decorate the town, and several B-class gourmet and sweet shops are lined up. Fushimi clicked his tongue as he passed a bandaged mummy man, a werewolf with beast ears on his head, and Frankenstein with a mosaic, which seemed like they couldn't do it unless their brains were empty.

The most humiliating thing is that he is dressed exactly like this.

"No, you are still a great person. Wolf Hiko, I'm afraid."

Yata says that while walking through a crowd of people. Fushimi was frustrated and cursing.

"Sure, with your height, they could lose sight of you without realizing it."

"Eh?! Idiot, you're just a little taller so you're on the same path, right?"

"How loud, don't yell. You're too loud."

Suddenly, Yata twisted his neck and made a louder voice.

"Hey! You guys!"

The trio, who were near the electric pole, shrugged. He thinks they are high school students, dressing up pumpkins, skeletons, and bears, and sitting on the street while eating and drinking properly. Yata approached them again, put his hand on their waist and looked down.

"Where is the garbage bag?"

"Huh? Oh, that."

"It is up to you to eat and drink, but you will pick up the garbage you made! It would be a disaster if everyone threw garbage like you!"

"Oh, yes! Sorry!"

The high school students stand up and bow their heads. Yata returned to Fushimi with a satisfying laugh, leaving only the words, "Oh, be careful!"

"Hey, aren't they simple enough? It's easy for us to do that."

"We are the ones who patrol this city..."

Fushimi muttered bitterly, but sighed when he realized that what they were doing was not much different from the neighborhood association patrol. Picking up trash around the corner, being umpires, "Homura," fell into that too. However, Fushimi didn't think they were that tall from the start.

At that moment, an angry sound echoed out from somewhere.

There was a circle of people in front of him. They seem to keep their distance because they don't want to get involved, instead they just watch.

In the center of the circle there are five or six men. A bully with easy-to-understand symbols like blonde hair, tattoos, and piercings grabs the store clerk's chest and yells something at him. The employee is scared and cannot even return the words.

Yata started walking towards him.

He thought he would do that, so Fushimi was dating around the same time.

"Hey, you!"

Just when one of the men looks at Yata, who screams and throws him...

"Well, what is that?"

Yata's eyes narrowed.

An outstretched hand quickly grabbed the man's neck. As soon as he pulls it, he lifts his foot and hits him from the back to the ground. Yata stomped on the throat of a man crying for breath, and in an instant took control.

"What are you doing, idiot?"

Fushimi kicked the screaming bully's crotch without any slack. He grabs the hair of the man whose body glows and kicks him in the nose.

Looking at the downed thug while blowing his nose, Yata snorted in a bored manner.

"I can't make a fuss. I'll finish it in 10 seconds, Saru."

"5 seconds is enough."

This is something he couldn't do if he were a member of the neighborhood association. With that in mind, Fushimi smiled slightly.

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"Okay, well let's forgive them for today and leave them here."

After bending over the thugs and throwing them into a discreet alley, Yata slapped their hands.

The two start walking again, properly treating the clerk who opened the store to thank them many times. On the other hand, Fushimi was sick and tired.

"That's why I don't like it. Halloween is silly, that's why it attracts fools."

"You say that, but, Saruhiko, didn't you find it funny?"

At the immediate response, Fushimi fell silent.

In fact, in recent years at Shizume, Fushimi and his friends have hardly ever had a problem. Like the high school students who appeared before, it is always the case that if they speak, the other party will drop out.

But today is different. There are many idiots from outside. Someone who is willing to cause fights without even knowing about "Homura".

He also doesn't like fuss.

"I was able to move my body after a long time."

"Haha, what are you saying!"

Fushimi snorted at Yata, who laughed nonchalantly.

"Ok, whatever. Instead, it's a big problem, so let's go around while patrolling."

"Ah. Do what you want."

"Ok! Well then, let's go to the store over there! They seem to sell some rare fruits!"

Fushimi lightly laughs at Yata, who advances enthusiastically.

Doesn't like fuss. He's tired of imitating the local neighborhood association, as much as wearing that stupid cosplay.

But, well, with this guy...

"It may not be that bad."

The whispered voice was swallowed up by Shizume's screams, and did not reach the ears of his partner across the street.

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magical-beans · 4 years

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Chapter 3: The Suicide Squad (Danganronpa x Reader)

(The chapter title is a movie reference only.)

(G/N) = Given Name

(N/N) = Nickname

Possible trigger warnings: mentions of guns, panic attack (nothing graphic)

~死~

Not long after the Office Incident -- merely what Kokichi is calling it now as a short term solution. He needs a better name than that to retell his much more enthused, dramatic version of the story -- Kokichi called an official DICE meeting.

To be honest, the call was kind of a shock to the other nine members. They don't often get together anymore now that business is booming, and someone has to supervise. The only time they really see each other is for heists, and those are only after throwing around several ideas about the next location. The only things filling their text thread currently are awful memes and check-ins.

It was even more of a shock to discover why he'd called.

~死~

Hearts — Shinzou Yuu — is monitoring the Chinese base of operations when he receives the call from Kokichi.

"What's up, Boss?"

The call isn't necessarily unusual: Kokichi often likes to call Yuu and complain, lamenting about this and that. Yuu's used to it by now.

"Shi-chaaan! You have to help me! I'm traumatized! Someone attacked me with a big, bad gun, and it was sooo scary!"

This should be alarming.

It's not.

It might have been if his voice wasn't whiny and drawn out — if he attempted to be serious for once: but he hadn't. Things don't scare Ouma Kokichi. Not anymore, at least.

Yuu sighs, prepping himself to deal with the worst of Kokichi's dramatics.

There is an odd shuffling sound, and Kokichi's mocking laughter follows. It spills through the speaker on Yuu's end, muffled, as though Kokichi has pulled away from his phone. Yuu thinks nothing of it.

"That's horrible, Boss." Yuu humors him with his words, but his tone is monotonous. Thankfully, that's all it takes to avoid Kokichi's obnoxious crocodile tears. "You aren't hurt, are you?"

"Hurt!? Of course not! I'm the Great Supreme Leader of DICE! I have people who would become my human shield if I so much as lifted a finger!"

This is true, but they both don't like to think about it.

The laughter rings out again on Kokichi's end, muffled once more and followed by a playful "Shut up, (N/N)-chan!" Now that is odd.

"Boss, you got someone tied up on your side?"

"Yup yup! That's actually why I called! I got myself a professional human shield! They're awfully grumpy, though, so I might have to kill them before they can do their job!"

His voice is still playful, but this isn't a laughing matter. There hasn't been a case in the last four years of Kokichi finding an orphan interesting enough to introduce to his closest friends. The innermost group of DICE — the heart of it all — is exclusive. They had built DICE from the ground up, and that's special in their hearts. To have someone join that...an outsider, well...

Yuu breathes in deep, closing his eyes momentarily, then sighs. If Kokichi wants to meddle, it's not his problem.

There is a reason Kokichi had called Yuu first.

"I'd love to meet them, Boss," Yuu says, and he knows his voice sounds tired. "Be careful. We trust your judgment, but some of us can be hardheaded."

"Thanks, Shi-chan. When you wrap up business in China, head on back, 'kay?"

Kokichi's voice is softer now, more fond.

Yuu smiles slightly. This new person must really be something special.

~死~

"Hey, Love, what's hangin'?"

Jack — Ippanjin Mayumi — has picked up the phone in Argentina, her syrupy sweet drawl traveling smoothly through the long-distance connection. She traps her phone between her ear and shoulder before continuing to paint her nails.

"Nishi~ Yumi-chan, there's someone I'd like you to meet!" Kokichi giggles.

Mayumi grins. Two can play that game. And she would admit, she is a little curious.

"A romantic partner, Dear? Don't you think it's too early for them to meet your parents? You should know better than to move too fast." Stepping into the role of Mom isn't so hard: playing it for four years will do that to you.

Kokichi giggles some more and then drops his voice into something akin to earnest.

"They might be the one, Mom."

Mayumi stills, nearly smudging the deep purple on her nails.

"Oh?" She tries carefully, concealing any emotion in her voice. "Is that so?"

"Could you come back to meet them, Yumi-chan? I think you'll like them."

He sounds a little nervous. He must have known this would be a tough call. Adopting is cool and all, but it is also a big decision. Mayumi isn't sure how she feels about adding another person to their tight-knit group. Kokichi seems certain, though. That should be enough.

Mayumi sighs into the phone, resuming her nail painting.

"All right, then. See you in a few weeks, Love."

~死~

King and Spades — Osama Akihiko and Suki Ryuunosuke respectively — race for the phone when it goes off. There's a flurry of limbs and blows, each one trying to hinder the other from reaching it first.

The phone is on its last ring when Ryuunosuke reaches out to grab it and answer triumphantly, Akihiko sprawled on the floor with a pout.

"Heya, Boss! This is Super Evil Demon Number One speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hey, how come you're number one?" Akihiko whines petulantly from his spot on the floor, and Ryuu sticks his tongue out at him.

"'Cause I got here first, Dumbass!"

Kokichi giggles at their banter.

"Well, my loyal servant," Kokichi begins, a haughty tone possessing his voice, "I need to speak with your lesser demon as well."

Ryuu grins. "Lesser Demon indeed!" He says into the phone before turning to Akihiko. "Get up, Hiko. Kichi wants to talk to you, too."

Akihiko sniffles a bit before getting up, wiping his nose, and Ryuunosuke puts the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Kokichi," Akihiko sighs into the phone, the dejectedness palpable.

"That's no way for a prince of Hell to be speaking, now, is it? Be proud of the havoc you wreak!"

Akihiko sniffles again, but this time it's followed by a smile.

Ryuunosuke frowns.

"Why is he a prince and I'm not!? I thought you said he was my lesser demon!" Ryuu whines.

"You're the High General, duh!" Kokichi says brightly. "You have way more power than he does, commanding armies and stuff. Akihiko just has his gross libraries." A faux gagging sound comes from Kokichi's side of the line.

Akihiko huffs, trying to seem both offended and arrogant, but he's proud of his new title. Ryuu can't blame him: High General is pretty freaking cool, too.

"Your Majesty, Sir, how can I be of service to this kingdom today?" Akihiko asks, bowing even though Kokichi can't see it. Ryuu snorts, jabbing him in the side. That earns him one back. That starts a tasing war.

"It's a big request. Are you sure you can handle it?" Kokichi challenges teasingly. Ryuunosuke salutes the phone, as a High General should, and Akihiko snickers. Ryuu tases him harder this time, and Hiko bends over, clutching his side. Serves him right!

"Of course we can, Sir! We won't let you down!" Ryuu is practically shouting, still in salute position.

"Have faith, My King." Akihiko is upright again, composing himself and smoothing out his blazer. "There is nothing we cannot do."

Kokichi's deep breath is audible through the speaker, and both boys tense. If their leader is nervous, it must be something big.

"Someone will be joining your legion soon. I'd like you to return to the castle and train them as soon as possible."

It takes a second, but another grin cracks across Ryuu's face and a soft smile dusts Akihiko's. That's all?

"I don't know why you're nervous, Boss. If you picked 'em, I'm sure they'll survive our impossible training!"

"Under our care, they will be nothing short of perfect. Rest easy, Your Highness."The pair looks at each other, and smiles widen. Ryuu bumps shoulders with his partner in crime (one of them, anyway).

He's not expecting Akihiko to frown.

"What makes you think you can touch me? Me, a prince?"

"I'm a High General! I command the armies!"

"I am royalty, you swine!"

With an angered growl, Ryuu tackles Akihiko to the floor and another wrestling match begins. The phone is discarded, forgotten, and Kokichi's laughter trickles briefly through the speaker before it's cut off, call ending.

~死~

The last five minutes have just been the two of them shouting and elongating each other's names across the phone.

"Taaaaarou!"

"'Kiiiiiiichi!"

Kokichi finally breaks down in giggles.

"Tarou-chan! I miss you!"

Dealer — Diira Tarou — is in America.

Specifically, he's gorging himself on a pound's worth of McDonald's' cheeseburgers and about three large cartons of fries in the safety of DICE headquarters, New York, but details, shmetails.

"Well, I miss you, too, Boss," He says around a mouthful, "Wha'd' ya need?"

"Why would I need anything, Tarou-chan? Can't I check in with my subordinates like a good boss?"

"Well sure, but ya wouldn't call. Is it something big? I can try smuggling these fries back home. It'll be tough, but I guarantee the amount of salt is worth it. This is the kind of heart attack that's worth it."

"Tarou-chan!" Kokichi scolds, but Tarou can picture the smile on his face.

Tarou's laughter is full-bodied, and it shakes him in his entirety. He leans back in his plush swivel chair and props his feet up in the one across from him.

"Can't say I'm sorry, Boss, but I respect your decision. What'cha got for me, then?" Tarou snatches another cheeseburger, chowing down.

"Y'know, I made a friend recently."

"Oh?" Tarou reaches for a fry.

"Yeah. The day after I met them, they ate a whole pizza. A whole one. All by themself. In, like, fifteen minutes. It was gross."

Tarou laughs again but pauses when he hears commotion on Kokichi's end. His boss is snickering, and another voice — one Tarou doesn't recognize — is audible. The voice sounds exasperated, though its words are unintelligible.

Tarou understands, now, why his boss had called.

"Ya'know that if they can't beat me in an eating contest, they can't stay, right?" He says jokingly, a soft smile on his face. Kokichi, though, gives a sage hum of acknowledgment.

"I'll start starving them right now."

The person in the room starts to yell, and Kokichi laughs out loud, nothing like his signature giggle.

Tarou knows already that this person is here to stay.

~死~

"Emi-chan, I want to try on all your new dresses when you get back."

Queen — Ojoou Emi — has been stationed in France, dealing with most of Europe. (Even though there are two of them, King and Spades never get anything done.)

"I was planning on it, Ko-chan! There is this cute purple one that you'll like! Oh, and I got this pair of shoes to go with it and I love them!" Emi sing-songs.

"But your feet are too big, Emi-chan! I can't wear your shoes because my feet are dainty! Ogre shoes won't look any good!"

"I don't know, Ko-chan. You need something to balance out that enormous head of yours." The banter is playful, familiar. Emi doesn't know why Kokichi called, but she's glad he's okay.

"I don't know what you mean, Emi-chan! I'm cute, small, innocent, and perfect!" Emi giggles. She agrees, for the most part, because he is cute and small and perfect (innocent, though? That's a stretch), but she can't say that to his face. She isn't wrong about his head; it can't take any more inflating.

"Although..." Kokichi trails off, and he says something else, but Emi can't understand him. He must have lowered the phone, but she can't imagine who he could be talking to. "Aha! They do have feet bigger than yours! They're taller than you, though, so I don't know if they count as Ogre Feet."

This makes Emi pause. Who is he talking about?

"Aw, Emi-chan! Can't think of anything to refute this fact that your brilliant leader has presented you with? It seems I've gotten smarter in your absence! I didn't know idiocy was infectious! It must be like STDs, Emi-chan! Now you have to warn someone before you engage in intercourse; otherwise, you could get sued! I should sue you, y'know, for infecting me with your stupidity. I can't afford to get dumber: the world needs me!"

"Who are they?" Emi whimpers softly, shaking with the effort of holding in a whine and ignoring his jabs at her intelligence. She feels heartbroken, like something special she once had is now no longer her own. The tears pricking at the corners of her eyes sting.

Kokichi's monologue stops, and when he speaks next, his voice matches hers.

"They saved my life, Emi-chan. They ran into machine-gun fire to save my life and the lives of probably a hundred others. They're ten, and they're in so much pain, too much pain. And they've never taken a life, no matter how hard life gets. I'm pretty sure they can't take a life. And Emi-chan-" he pauses briefly, listening to Emi choke on a sob before continuing.

"Their smile is the most beautiful thing you'll ever see, Emi-chan. You're going to love them."

Emi sniffles, the tears slipping down her cheeks hot and shameful. She's jealous. She knows she shouldn't be.

Kokichi takes a different approach to calm her down.

"They haven't cut their hair in a long time. If you ask nicely, they may let you play with it, scissors and everything."

Emi's hiccuped laugh is gross but relieved — one short chortle.

Kokichi doesn't even attempt to hide his sigh of relief, breathing out his nervous anticipation.

"I think you'd have a lot of fun dressing them up, too. They don't have a lot of clothes, so they'll have to trust your fantastic fashion sense."

She's smiling now, small and content despite the ugly feeling rolling in her gut.

"Okay, Kokichi. I can't wait to meet them."

"You'll always be my twin, Emi-chan. No one can replace you."

The gross feeling begins to fade. Ouma Kokichi is rarely so soft, so kind, so quiet. Emi loves him like this. Maybe this additional person won't be so bad if they're worth his heart.

~死~

Clubs — Karabu Nobutoshi — is out on the water off the coast of Sydney, Australia when Kokichi calls. He grins.

"You caught me at a good time, Boss. Just made it past the pier. What's going on?" One hand on the wheel, he turns his small schooner downwind, and Nobutoshi grins wider at the thrill in his stomach at the feeling of gliding over the water. Sailing is the best.

"No fair, Toshi-chan! You're having fun without me!" Kokichi whines, and Nobutoshi can see his pout. "Now you have to take me sailing when you come back!"

He laughs, throwing his head back and adjusting the wheel slightly.

"It's cold in Japan right now! You'd have to wait a bit." Then he realizes. "Wait. Come back? Did something happen? Are you all right?"

"Aww, how nice of you to worry about me! You're so sweet, Toshi-chan!"

"Seriously, Kichi. Is it an emergency? I can book a plane ticket home for tomorrow if-"

"Relax, Toshi-chan." Kokichi's playful tone disappears, and he instead adopts a more genuine air. "I'm okay, but I want you to head home once you wrap up business in Australia."

Nobutoshi sighs in relief.

"... Could you tell me why?" He asks, now more curious than worried but still a little hesitant.

"Well..." Oh no. Toshi can hear his grin. "There was some trouble. There was a gun and-"

"A gun! Kokichi, I swear!"

Kokichi laughs.

"Yup! A gun, Toshi-chan, and the evil villain who had the gun wanted me dead!"

"You literally just told me to relax, then you spring this on me. C'mon, Kokichi, I'm getting old! My heart can't take this!"

Forget about sailing, this little gremlin takes up all his time! Nobutoshi clicks on autopilot and rubs his face with his now-free hand. He would need the entirety of his focus for this conversation.

"What!? You're only sixteen, Toshi-chan! Don't worry about me, we need to worry about you!" Kokichi exclaims, sounding not the least bit concerned. Toshi smiles into his hand.

"Well, now you gotta tell me," Nobutoshi says, "because if you leave me on the cliffhanger, I will die of a heart attack and you'll need to dig my body out of the middle of the ocean."

As if he's mulling it over, Kokichi hums, then says, "Well, I guess we can't have that, so I'll tell you. There was a gun, but someone saved me! They beat up the big, bad villain and broke his gun! That's why I'm calling, Toshi-chan: because I want you to meet my savior!"

Okay, so that took a turn at the end. Nobutoshi was not expecting that, not in the slightest.

"Someone new, huh?"Kokichi pauses before he answers. "Yeah. They're a total dork like you, Toshi-chan, so I think you'll get along well."

Nobutoshi forces his brain to work again, forces himself to process the conversation, forces himself to breathe right.

The first breath is too harsh, making noise as it rushes out his nose.

It feels like so long ago now, but after running away from his latest orphanage with Tarou, Kokichi had found them on the streets. At first, they talked. For a long time. About anything and everything and nothing in particular. And then Kokichi brought them back to an abandoned building. It was old and dirty and warm and cozy and everything that home should be. They both stayed the night. And the one after that. Then suddenly they were family, him and Tarou and the small boy with a doll's face and his ragtag bunch of friends.

Family isn't born on a whim.

But then again, Kokichi found them all, so...

Toshi looks out over the calm ocean, drinking in the expanse of blue, and breathes again, slowly this time.

So maybe he should trust Kokichi's judgment. Toshi had trusted him this far; he could go a little further.

"Yeah, maybe we will."

~死~

Trick — Damasu Airi — is surprised to feel a buzzing in her back pocket as she's racing through the outskirts of the Congo Rainforest. She stops for a moment to answer, settling into the nook of a gigantic tree and catching her breath. When she sees the caller ID, she smiles and quickly picks up.

"Hi, Nii-chan," she breathes into the phone, so ecstatic to talk to him.

"Hi, Airi-chan," he says just as softly, and Airi squirms with a feeling of satisfaction, her smile widening. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good, Nii-chan. The trees are pretty and soft here." And it's true. The people are also really nice, especially when she brings food and supplies. Even though they can't understand each other, they are always so eager to help.

"That sounds like fun!" The smile in his voice makes her smile.

"Mhm."

Airi is content to just listen to Kokichi breathe into the phone, and they sit in silence for a bit before he speaks again.

"Airi-chan," he begins, oh so softly. She loves him. "I called to talk to you about something important."

He sounds serious. Airi freezes. Did she do something wrong? Is he getting rid of her? Is she never going to see him again? What's-

"Can you come home? I miss you."

Oh. Yeah, she can do that.

"I miss you, too, Nii-chan."

"I wanted to warn you, though. There is a reason I'd like to see you again." It's okay, a warning doesn't mean anything bad for her, he misses her-

"There's someone I want you to meet."

No. No. Someone new? No way. This new person will make him realize that she doesn't do anything, that she's useless. This new person will take him away from her. He'll leave her all alone and she'll get hurt again and everything will be so cold. She's so useless. Why couldn't she help him? Make him want to keep her? Why can't she stay and be loved and warm and have no new people and-

"Airi-chan." Nii-chan's voice sounds so grainy through the phone. It's another reminder he's not here with her. "I need you to breathe, Airi-chan. Please?"

She can do that. But maybe she can't. Her breath stutters, and it's so hard to get it through her nose and-

"Good job, Airi-chan. Can you do it again for me? Nice and slow."

She loves the way he says her name. She can do it again. For him.

"Good. Keep breathing for me, okay? Can you name five things you can see?"

She can do that, too. When he tells her she's done well, the warm and fuzzy feeling comes back in her chest. She likes that.

"The moss... the leaves... a bird... the dirt... and... the tree branches."

"Hmm, now four things you can hear?"

He goes through the rest of the sequence with her, slow and patient. They've perfected this through all the times it's happened before, and now she's breathing evenly again.

Okay, someone new.

"Their name is (G/N), and they like to protect people from bad guys. They protected me."

Airi likes the way their name sounds, this stranger, so soft and round as she tries it out on her tongue. And they like to protect. Are they like Nii-chan? She might like them if they're like Nii-chan.

"Okay."

Kokichi knows what her word entails, and that's enough.

~死~

Diamonds — Naiya Ren — calls Kokichi first.

"I'm not surprised you called me last," is the first thing he says when Kokichi picks up.

Kokichi hesitates for a moment. Ren takes advantage of his silence.

"If you want to know how I know, Mayumi called. She said to be ready. I figured I'd make the first move."

Kokichi stays silent. Good, that means he's willing to hear Ren out.

Ren has been with him since the beginning. The very beginning. As is, the time where DICE was still a fantasy in Kokichi's head. Back when he would share his dreams with Ren while they would play chess with their makeshift set of rocks and chalk and beat-up checkers pieces.

Kokichi's bleeding heart has always been tempered by Ren's calculated indifference.

"I have no issues with employing people around the world to do office jobs and run service counters," Ren says, "but I have told you I don't like it when people get too close to you. You are in a very high-risk position, Kokichi; you're a high profile target. Anyone could want you dead."

"They know who I am." With none of its usual mischief and lightheartedness, Kokichi's voice is lifeless. "They knew who I was when they saved my life."

"Which you, Kokichi?" Ren already knows.

"Does it matter?" He sounds close to tears.

"Of course it matters. Joker is not the same person as Ouma Kokichi and you know it."

The tears are streaming down Kokichi's face now. Ren can't hear them, but he knows.

"I'm making an assumption here, but I don't understand why you told them about DICE, the true DICE, and mentioned nothing to the rest of us. I get that this is your organization, your idea, but I can't help but feel that this is something that belongs to all of us." It almost hurts to say this to him, to treat him like he doesn't feel the same way the rest of them do about this entire thing, but it needs to be done.

"It does. Belong to all of us, I mean. I can't take all the credit, you know." Kokichi's typical speech patterns without his mischief to play along make his words sound eerie and robotic. It's a wonder how he can speak so calmly through his most emotional moments.

"I never meant to imply that you did." That's a lie. "But it belongs to us. Not someone who doesn't know the value of what we've built. Who doesn't understand the journey from the bottom to the top. Who can't appreciate it the same way we do. It doesn't feel fair. This may be petty of me, but I may be the only one who will say this to you. You're too smart to have called us all without expecting this reaction, this feeling."

"I think you're wrong. About the journey. Maybe not with DICE, but they know. And they'll know DICE, too."

Ren sighs. If this is enough to bring him to genuine tears, and enough to keep him fighting after hearing all this, perhaps Ren can hear him out.

There is one question that weighs heavier than all the rest in his mind.

"What makes them so interesting?"

He knows Kokichi. Better than anyone. Playing round after round of chess will do that to you. You get to know how a person's mind works, how fast it works. Kokichi is the smartest person he knows. He doesn't like things that bore him easily.

"What about them is so mysterious that makes you want to keep them around."

Because that's what it's always been. Each person Kokichi has picked up off the street has something more to them than their tragic backstory.

"Their smile."

Shit.

He's getting teary over a smile?

"Fine." Ren gives up. He wasn't sure he would even win this argument in the first place. "I'll meet them. I make no promises about what happens after that."

"Thank you. That's all I ask."

Damnit.

He got played, didn't he?

~死~

As Kokichi puts the phone down for the eighth and final time, he turns to face you with an enormous grin on his face.

"Now," he says, a mischievous smile on his lips, "We wait."

You look at him, trying to decipher what that smile means, whether it's genuine, but give up after a few seconds. You can't read the perfect mask on his face.

At least, not yet.

~死~

I’m actually really surprised that I managed to get this chapter out so soon.

Finally made it to DICE! I hope you enjoyed their characters as much as I enjoyed writing them. This is my take on DICE, and if you disagree, that’s fine, let’s agree to disagree. I’ve seen other representations of these characters before, so I thought I’d try my hand. I also tried my best to write a panic attack, so I hope I did okay on that, too.

Thanks for reading! I’ll be back next week.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ouma kokcihi #danganronpa x reader #x reader #dice v3 #my take on DICE #original characters #i tried i swear

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destinychose-a1 · 4 years

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* @homra-no-artemis asked ⇢ "My healing is ugly." @ oiks bc she probably snapped at him v rudely n feels bad

ah . . . it seems i hit a nerve.

tooru had noticed takehiko’s foul mood more or less the moment they met up outside the gymnasium to in order to practice together and quickly chalked it up to having another bad day with her still - healing injury ( a misfortune he understands all too well ), but for all his usual attempts to offer a distraction, her mood had only worsened. his typical teasing jibes fell flat and his comments of mild concern only served to incite her ire. at the end of it all, the tipping point turned out to be when he’d offered to fetch her bottle from the other side of the court to save her walking on her bad leg, resulting in a harsh outburst that startled him into an uncharacteristic silence.

he supposes even he can’t read everyone perfectly all the time.

tooru inhales through his nose, prepared to swallow his pride and issue a rare apology for overstepping, only for takehiko to beat him to the punch. her words are practically drowning in shame, her gaze cast towards the maple floor beneath their feet, a sight which immediately rubs tooru up the wrong way.

his frown smooths out as he ducks under the net to close the distance between them, snatching up one of the many stray volleyballs scattered across takehiko’s side of the court. with an air of flippancy, he tosses the ball above his head and catches it on the tip of his forefinger, flicking it with his free hand to send it spinning.

❝ . . . you know, many would say that healing is not a linear process. ❞ tooru begins without taking his eyes off the volleyball spinning atop his finger, his tone casual as if he’s bringing up something as mundane as the weather. the volleyball wobbles and he adjusts his hand to compensate for its erratic movement before continuing, ❝ we have our ups and downs, mentally and physically. some days are worse than others. that we have no control over. what matters most is how we choose to move forward from the bad days and grow during the good ones. ❞

with a flick of his wrist, he tosses the ball up and catches it cleanly between his palms. tooru holds the volleyball out to takehiko and meets her gaze, his lips lifting into a rare, lopsided smile. ❝ your healing isn’t ugly, takehiko. it’s the nature of being human. ❞

tooru raises a brow at her, all but shoving the volleyball into her arms as he turns on his heel and makes his way back to the opposite side of the court, waving a lazy hand at her over his shoulder, ❝ —so i suppose i can forgive you this time! but you owe me an hour of receives when we next meet up. look forward to it, hiko - chan.~ ❞

* meme / selectively accepting!

#homranoartemis #⤿ 𝐈𝐍. oikawa tooru ／ message.#⤿ 𝐕. seize the chance to let your talent bloom. ／ main.#( amazing that she got him to respond in a serious manner to something for once!#WHEW excuse me while i remember how to oikawa with anyone but lapis )

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jammiejaggers-blog · 6 years

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meclinicseoul · 8 months

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liqionary · 5 years

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HIKO Nose Threadlift VS Nose Fillers

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If you have been paying attention to my posts, you’d have known I’ve done nose fillers more than a year ago. So why did I opt for HIKO Nose threadlift this time round?

On 26 Nov 2018, I visited Celevenus Aesthetic Clinic for a consultation session with Dr Dylan. I’m one of the most paranoid and lowest pain tolerance among my girlfriends, so naturally I bombarded Dr Dylan with questions and seek for his advises on my aesthetic needs.

Because I’ve done nose fillers before, naturally it’d be my first option to do it again. I told Dr Dylan my concern where I felt that it didn’t last as long as I expected and the bridge went down slightly faster than the nose tip for my case. Hence, he recommended HIKO nose threadlift which is known to last a year or more! So after doing a little research I decided to go for that treatment! SO HERE IT GOES! 12 DEC 2018 was the date for my HIKO nose threadlift.

Super super super scared of needles, especially so close to my eyesight. Well, 痛苦会过去，美丽会留下 ( the pain will be over, but the beauty will stay). K la not that my followers give a damn about my nose “beauty” because I can edit it as nice in photos, I like it in reality can liao!!

I always thought numbing cream is just a gimmick,then again i’m have zero pain tolerance, better do it! Of course right after I’ve gotten an anesthesia injection.

Here it goes! I’m not too sure if I got it right because I was struggling with the pain for first “poke” and I can feel that foreign object wrigglin up my nose omg. Pain level for me (7/10) - but don’t forget I have the lowest threshold for pain! In comparison to fillers, fillers is 4/10?

So anyway, he continue to add the thread afterwards, I swear I don’t feel a single thing after the second insertion and onward. I think dozens of thread has been inserted, can’t wait to see the results!

Can you see the thread a.k.a my nose bridge in the above photo?! Super define ‘cause it’s still not done yet. So he added tiny bit of fillers to make it look natural and perfect. I guess when you mix threadlift and fillers, bruises will be more significant than usual. (continue to read to find out later)

OK. Done. I think it took about 15mins - 20mins? Natural and sharp? I’m not blessed with a sharp and defined nose bridge like all of you. This is much better than what I naturally had. Let me show you the immediate difference:

You can see the height immediately and your nose naturally got “narrowed” too, if you take a close look at the side profile my nose isn’t as upturned as before!

So I guess I wasn’t so lucky with the bruise process, my boyfriend was doting me the next few days because I really look super pityful haha. *puppy eyes*

My nose was healing perfectly fine but just don’t know why that epic bruise, I was extremely worried that I approached the nurses multiple time and even went for quick consultation with doctor. So girls, apparently there are people whom gotten even more jialat bruise than this. It’s alright, and just get the bruise medication from doctor and do some light massage from third day onwards.

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meclinic-seoul · 5 years

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royalclinicsblog · 2 years

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HIKO Nose thread lift is suitable for straightening the nostril, giving it a contoured definition, and treating crooked noses. This treatment is non-surgical, minimally invasive, and has a brief recovery duration compared to traditional rhinoplasty, which calls for surgery and incisions.

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sportyheroesimagines · 7 years

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Chibi rabbit: Could I get a domestic scenario with Katsuki finding his s\o wife and child asleep on the sofa waiting for him to come home.hope this makes sense

It feels like you’ve been glued to the television for hours now. Hours could’ve passed, but you wouldn’t have been none the wiser. You have been far too busy picking at your nail polish, testing the skin of your thumb between your teeth, and following the current news story following Bakugou’s battle against a villain destroying downtown. Explosions seems to shake your television set as the helicopter camera catches the fire jumping to life and spreading over the city. You hear the screams and shouts of civilians. They’re almost drowned out by the voice of the reporter but you can still hear them. And in the middle of it all is your husband. Your Katsuki. It’s almost a bit hard to watch. You can’t stand it sometimes.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you say feeling your stomach clench as you watch the orange flames glow over the city.

You have faith in him. You do. He is the Bakugou Katsuki. He doesn’t lose, and he told you that he wouldn’t die on you or your kids. He promised you that, sealing it with one of his rough kisses. And he always keeps his promises to you. So why can’t you stop your nerves from eating away at you and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Mommy?” Katsuhiko calls out as he waddles into the living room, holding his sister’s hand and rubbing his eyes. You jump slightly and immediately change the channel. You can’t let them see this. You can’t.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” You asks, turning down the television and quickly wiping at the slight wetness in your eyes.

Katsuhiko shakes his head, holding onto the stuffed puppy his father gave him on his second birthday as he yawns. He is dressed in his favorite Ground Zero themed onesie handmade by his grandfather, and you can’t help seeing the striking resemblance to his father. You see Bakugou in Katsuhiko’s ash blond hair and in his nose and in the shape of his cheeks and it makes your chest ache.

“Where’s Daddy?” Katsumi asks, her red eyes searching around the room for her father.

Your daughter looks like him too, you think as she walks over to the couch, pulling her younger brother behind her. It’s mainly in the shape of her sharp, scarlet eyes and in the way her hair tends to spike on her head. She is draped in one of Bakugou’s old, black skull shirts. It drags on the ground behind her and collects at her feet as walks. Katsumi hikes it up around her knees and climbs onto the couch next to you.

“He’s out working,” you say, picking up Katsuhiko and sitting him down between your legs while Katsumi leans against your side.

Your daughter looks up at you, “Daddy’s out kicking ass?”

“Yes, baby. And don’t curse. Mommy doesn’t like it.”

“Sorry, Mommy. So when is Daddy gonna come home?”

“I’m not sure, baby. Here, I’ll tell you what. Do you want to stay up and wait for Daddy with me?”

Katsumi grins and nods her head, “I wanna wait for Daddy!”

“Me too!”

You smile at their enthusiasm, “Then we’ll wait for Daddy together.”

Katsumi turns and talks to her brother with a smile on her face, chatting animatedly about how her “Daddy is gonna to make all those mean bastards cry” and how “Daddy is bestest and coolest ever.” You smile gently and turn the channel to something safer for the children to watch. Katsumi and Katsuhiko settle against you, watching whatever you flipped the channel to.

“Mommy, I can’t wait for Daddy to get home,” Katsuhiko says, holding up his stuffed puppy.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

Bakugou quietly slips into his house. His breath hitches when he shimmies off his coat. He holds his side as a pain cuts through several of his ribs on the right side of his body. Even pumped with painkillers and treated by the medic, pain still grips him and rings through his body when he moves. Honestly, it was a harder battle than he thought it would be, but he’s home. He came back just like he promised. Bakugou kicks off his loafers, and he grunts as cramp bites at his thighs like a wild animal.

He trudges through the living room, barely lifting his feel off the floor. Bakugou stops when he sees the three of you slumbering on the couch, illuminated by the soft glow of the flickering television. You are stretched out with Katsuhiko curled onto your chest and Katsumi snuggle into your side. Bakugou’s lips quirk into a half smile.

He bends down, hooking his arms underneath her body, “C’mere, baby girl, let’s get you to bed.”

Bakugou easily lifts Katsumi off the sofa. She mutters something that vaguely sounds like “Daddy.” She wraps her arms around his neck. He hisses slightly when her knees accidentally brushes her knee against his ribcage. It sends pain shooting up and down his side, but nothing matters as much as his family right now.

“You too, little man,” Bakugou picks up Katsuhiko’s limp body. Immediately, like he senses the presence of his father, his three-year-old grips his father’s arms, burying his face into Bakugou’s chest.

Feeling the weight lifted off your chest, you mutter, “Mm, Katsuki?”

“Who else would it be?” he asks.

“Katsuki!” you quickly sit up, feeling rejuvenated by the sound of his voice.

You cover your mouth as tears collect in his eyes. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can faintly see the outline of various bruises and cuts held together by butterfly bandages scattered across his face. Immediately, you stand and kiss him. You kiss him hungrily like you’ve never kissed him before; you can practically taste the flames on his lips. Bakugou flinches when you bump against a gash on his mouth.

“Fuck, watch the lip,” he mutters.

“Sorry, I just …” you begin, gently smoothing your thumb over one of the bruises on his face. Tears gather in your eyes as you look over his handsome features, something you would never get tired of doing.

“I … I was just really worried,” you say softly, “I saw the news and that villain and the damage and I … I just don’t know … I couldn’t help thinking what if you didn’t coming back.”

He kisses your forehead, still holding his children, “Don’t be an idiot. It is me we’re taking about. I’ll always come back, babe. I don’t plan on leaving you or Katsumi or Hiko any time soon. Got it?”

“Got it,” you say as you wipe at the tears gathering in your eyes, “Katsuki?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m glad you’re back.”

He smirks, shifting his sleeping children in his arm and leaning to gently kiss you again, mindful of the cut on his lip, “Come on. I’m tired as fuck. Let’s go to bed.”

You carefully peck his lips once more and smile, “Okay.”

#bakugou katsuki #domestic bakugou #domestic au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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