#Nagi never doubts that they’re going to end up together

[spiralingdowwn]

You know what? I’ve changed my mind. I used to be an avid supporter of Reo fell first, Nagi fell harder (still love it tbh), BUT I’m now more for Nagi fell first, fast and hard, and has been down bad ever since, and Reo not fully realizing what his feelings are until he’s actively experiencing his first heart break during second selection when he thinks Nagi doesn’t care about him anymore

#and Nagi’s just sitting there like Reo :))) #poor baby has zero thought except for how amazing reo is #and Reo’s just sobbing in the corner #just think of the angst #Nagi never doubts that they’re going to end up together #he’s pretty sure they’re been dating since the beginning #he’s already planning the wedding #nagireo #blue lock #reo mikage #reonagi #World Cup proposal

[harmoni-me]

hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol 

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

Also can we just talk about this gif? It makes me so happy...This artist is so good too like WHOA! Check them out! 

“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

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[hopeswriting]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020

PROMPT: Cutting Partner’s Hair

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​

RATING: G

PAIRING: Chrome & Mukuro

SUMMARY:

Chrome gives herself a new haircut

(Inspired by this fanart.)

WORDS: 1809

*

Cheers and whoops and whistles erupt at her entrance, and Chrome freezes. Confetti falls on her while Fran blows on a party blower, and Ken and Chikusa clap with way over the top enthusiasm on their face.

Chrome spreads her flames for a literal reality check. It is real, and she can’t even blush because of how weird it is.

“What… are you doing?”

M.M bursts out laughing off to the side, and of course it’s her doing, she should have known. Mukuro lies on the couch his headphones on his head and his phone in his hands, turned their way but she can’t tell if he spared any interest at her new haircut or not.

The boys blush, except for Fran who is now complimenting her haircut in his monotone voice of his, in between blowing on his blower.

Ken points at M.M. “You carrot head, what’s so funny? You made us do this!”

M.M throws back her head further and laughs harder. She waves her phone in an unrepentant, confessing manner, and Ken blushes deeper.

“Chikusa?”

“M.M wanted us to compliment you on your new haircut once you’d be back.” He rearranges his beanie, his face still undeniably red. “And on a serious note… it suits you.”

Chikusa immediately turns his back on her.

“Thank you,” she says quickly before he can walk away too much.

Ken and M.M gets louder, and she tunes them out to focus on Fran instead. She puts her hand on top of his head, crouches to his level.

“Fran.” The party blower and confetti disappear, and Fran quiets down. “Give me your honest thoughts?”

She chose to keep her hair short at the end, but went for an asymmetrical cut, her hair longer on her right side than her left. A braid keeps her fringe away from her face on the side of her good eye.

Fran runs his fingers alongside the braid, then down the top of her head where there’s no longer a tuft of hair sticking out.

“It’s nice, but now master is the only pineapple among us. Do you think it will make him sad? I think it will make him sad. I’m going to ask him.”

Chrome ruffles his hair gently. “Thank you Fran, please don’t go ask him.”

Fran goes on his way to ask Mukuro, and Chrome can admit to herself his teasing of them all never fail to amuse her.

Chikusa gives her a glance as she stands next to him, glances back at Ken and M.M. “Ken, enough. Be a man and tell her what you honestly think.”

Chrome shots him a look she knows he feels even if he doesn’t acknowledge it. She didn’t ask for anything.

She purposefully doesn’t look Ken in the eye when he whips around.

“What did you say Kakikpi? Who the hell are you calling not a man?”

“Prove it then, dumb beast,” M.M edges him on. “What do you honestly think of Chrome’s haircut? Isn’t she pretty like that?”

Ken splutters, gets louder, quiets down. Chrome ducks her head when she feels his eyes on him, and has not so nice thoughts about Chikusa and M.M crossing her mind.

“Well?”

Ken snaps. “You carrot head, do you want a fight? How the hell should I know, do I look like a stupid girl to you? It’s just a haircut, who cares!”

Chikusa and her sigh for entirely different reason.

“Ken, you’re really a child.”

“Kakipi-byon, which side are you on?”

“Let’s just go back to Mukuro-sama.”

“And you better hurry up lest some balls grow on you.” M.M throws her back again, and gives her most fake, high-pitched laugh.

Ken’s Sun flames roar to life. Chrome hits the floor with her trident, and vines snatch both Ken’s cartridge and M.M’s clarinet.

Honestly, these two.

“Ken, Mimi-chan, no.”

Chikusa grabs Ken’s jacket, and drags him away spluttering and struggling. “Ken, you’re embarrassing.”

Chrome directs her vines to slip Ken’s cartridge in Chikusa’s pocket, for him to give him back at the right time. She draws back M.M’s clarinet when she reaches for it, but she only rolls her eyes and snatches it back.

“Mimi-chan.”

“What? He’s so easy to riled up, is it my fault?”

“Yes.”

M.M rolls her eyes again. “Oh never mind him, look at you!” She bounces on her, not quite glomping her in her arms. “This is much better, but I thought we settled on keeping them long?”

“I know, but it would have been a hindrance in battles.”

“I guess, but I’m sure we could have come up with a cute way to tie them up. Anyway.” She pets her hair, lets them slip in between her fingers. “It brings out your face, I like it. Did you take a good look at it yet?”

Her look tells Chrome she already knows the answer to that. Chrome gives a non-committal shrug, and straight up lies. “Yes, once the hairdresser was done.”

“Whatever you say Chrome. Come here, let’s take a picture.” M.M draws her to her side, squishes their cheek together. Chrome tries to even out her pouty look so it doesn’t ruin the picture.

It’s not her fault she feels exposed like that. Chrome doesn’t think any bad thoughts about her, not really, but she hasn't such a high opinion of her she’d think it worth it to bring out her face. Her face, or anything else about her really.

She likes to think this is the first baby step of many to change that though.

M.M takes the pictures, and at the corner of her eyes she notices Mukuro leaving the room without so much as a glance their way. When she glances at Fran from across the room, he mists a white, gosthly form of Mukuro ascending to the ceiling.

“Mukuro-chan can be quite childish too, can’t he?” M.M bumps their hips. “Don’t let it get to you, you’re rocking this haircut.”

Chrome smiles. “I won’t. Make sure to send me the pictures, alright?”

M.M winks.

They go their separate way, M.M to the boys and her after Mukuro. She finds him in his room, rummaging in his fridge.

“Mukuro-kun.”

“My dear Chrome, what I can do for you? Or will it be ‘Nagi’ soon?”

Chrome takes a moment to think about it. “Not anytime soon, I don’t think so. But one day… I’d like to be able to reclaim the name one day, even if I end up never using it again.”

Mukuro gives her a long, meaningful look, sits on the couch with a drink in hands.

“Can I come in?”

“Anytime. What is it?”

Chrome shakes her head, a little smile playing on her lips. “It’s just that your hair became quite long too.”

“Oya, are you offering? Please do, I just can’t seem to ever find the time.”

Mukuro straightens in the couch, flips his hair above its edge.

Chrome can count on the fingers of one hand the times she did M.M’s hair, and it was never about cutting them, and she never did anything to anyone’s hair before.

But if worse comes to worst, Ken will be able to deal with it anyway.

She indulges herself by only weaving her fingers through his silk-like hair—softer than hers—first.

“I know for a fact long hair would suit you, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Mukuro sighs. “Wouldn’t it? Unfortunately I would rather drink bleach than resembling any further to this preposterous of a so-called ancestor.”

“Are you sure? I thought your Ten Years Later self really quite handsome.”

“Oya? Chrome, what are you saying?” He cranes his head back to raise his eyebrow. “What was I all this time if not ‘quite really handsome’?”

Chrome laughs. “Not less handsome in any case, Mukuro-kun.”

“Kufufufu, I must say, it feels quite nice to be able to talk with you like this now. Do I have Sawada Tsunayoshi and his Guardians to thank for that? Or is it these new civilians friends of yours.”

“They were of great help yes, as all of you.”

“But do they treat you well? They keep your trips in Namimori fun for you, don’t they? If not—”

“Mukuro-kun,” Chromes chides fondly, “if they weren’t I would have told you, but only after I’d take care of it myself.”

“Of course, of course.” His head twitches like he was about to shake it. “But I’m quite saddened you wouldn’t let me take part in the fun with you.”

Chrome chuckles. She makes appear scissor out of her Mist flames, and works at his hair slowly but surely. A comfortable silence falls around them.

“Mukuro-kun?”

“What is it?”

“It feels really nice to me too.”

Mukuro doesn’t answer, but she notices his shoulders relaxing further. His flames brush against her more easily too.

“Mukuro-kun, do you remember that day? The feelings I faced you with at the moment?”

“Of course. How could I not?”

“I think I might have been mistaken. I want to protect you, but you don’t need protecting. I want to protect the things dear to you, but they’re dear to me now, and not only through you anymore. And—” Chrome’s heart doubts for the briefest of moment. She knows she’s still behind from Mukuro, from Boss and her fellow Guardians, but she has the resolve. She has the Will. She can’t let herself doubt anymore. “—I don’t need to be protected either.”

“Oya my dear Chrome, do you think you’re telling me something I didn’t already know?” Chrome blinks, and Mukuro laughs like he’s seen it. “Chrome, I am the first person who saw your potential, and the only one who never doubted it from then on. I never once saw you as someone needing protection.”

Chrome feels herself beam. Her heart fills with warmth, and a grin pulls at her lips.

“I thought—after all we went through I realized that what I really want is for us to stand side by side. To support each other. To make our wishes true together. If you’ll have me,” she adds softly.

Mukuro tuts, but she can tell he’s only teasing. “And you were doing so good until then.” He stands, shakes the hair from his shoulder. “How do I look?”

“Quite really handsome.” He smirks, and she huffs a laugh.

“But not quite at your level I’m afraid, even less now you went and did your hair so beautifully.”

Chrome feels hot on the cheeks, but lets her flattered smile blooms on her face, lets herself meet his eye. “Thank you, Mukuro-kun.”

“Well, should we talk about these wishes of ours then?” Mukuro puts his hand on his hip, his smirk taking on something devilish. “But not to worry, I know in my heart yours include world domination too, dear Chrome of mine.”

*

This happens sometimes post-canon, and the whole “Chrome getting kicked out of Kokuyo” arc DID NOT HAPPEN. Not the way it happened in canon anyway.

In this verse Chrome and Mukuro actually COMMUNICATED with each other.

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Mukuro is free from Vindice and gets back his own body, and of course Chrome is over the moon for him. But also it throws their relationship into an inevitable new development, whether they like it or not, whether they’re ready for it or not.

Chrome was not ready for it, and struggles with it.

(But would she had ever deem herself ready if it was left up to her?)

She struggles to define where she stands in relation to Mukuro now that he is his own person, now that she is her own person; to define where she stands in relation to the Kokuyo gang.

She struggles about what she is going to mean for them now, what does she want to mean for them now; struggles about wanting to still belong but not knowing if she still has the right to belong.

(And on top of it all she blames herself for the little part of her soul that mourns the fact Mukuro and her are not halves of one mind and body anymore, won’t ever be again.)

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I headcanon she starts thinking about it all since they got back from the future because of the whole “Mukuro maybe died” thing. It would have made her think, even if she actively didn’t think too hard about it until she had too.

M.M is all for it, and actively encourages her to spread her wings while reassuring her on some of her doubts. You know why?

BECAUSE THEY’RE FRIENDS GODDAMNIT AMANO GIRLS!!! FRIENDSHIP!!!

And yes M.M has her eyes on Mukuro, and Chrome may or may not have some romantic feelings for him too/could or could not come to develop romantic feelings for him, but SO WHAT?

M.M knows her priorities and her priority at the moment is this formerly civilian girl new to the mafia, and having Mukuro as her only rock to get through it all isn’t exactly the best for her.

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I mean I do believe Mukuro came to have only good intentions about her, but also he’s a highly traumatized boy who has yet to process any of his trauma, and has a really warped/twisted (but not necessarily wrong) and hateful view of the mafia/world, and willing to go to extremes to unleash what he sees as a rightful punishment.

So, you know, not the most stable of rock out there.

And M.M isn’t at all trying to stop Chrome’s feelings about him to follow their natural course, “but Chrome, sweetheart, you don't have to give up everything about you for him and his desires. You shouldn’t. You have the right to be your own person no matter how great the deed he did for you is, and even if it means you two will have different, clashing opinions sometimes.”

(And really, Chrome wants that. She realizes there’s only so much she can bring on the table for Mukuro/the Kokuyo gang by only being Mukuro’s shadow.)

(But who’d ever want Nagi by their side? Mukuro was certainly the first who ever did.)

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In the meantime Mukuro has his own struggles. He’s free now, actually, legally free with his own body, and nothing stops him to follow on his plans of world domination/destruction. In theory anyway.

In practice none of them are on the run anymore, none of them need to hide or look above their shoulders as much for an oncoming threat, and Kokuyo Center Park isn’t what you can call a home at all but it’s theirs, and they all go to school, and…

A normal life has no right to appeal to him as much as it does, but it does.

The normalcy of seeing sunsets, and getting rained on, and doing homework, and complaining about stupid teachers and stupider classmates, of coming home and saying “I’m back” and hearing “Welcome back”, and eating meals together…

It throws him off, to say the least.

But then the mafia is still filled with Estraneo-alike people, and someone has to take care of them, and who else will if not him? Who else cares about it except him?

(Mukuro certainly has yet to see anyone else lift if only a finger.)

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And then there’s Sawada Tsunayoshi who’s the key to unleash some justice onto the mafia world (some justice for himself he was never given), but just so happens to be his Sky too, whether he likes it or not.

And he’s still learning to not pity him, and to not make him bear his out of place optimistic views of the world and people, but he fought besides him. Showed him his back and never looked back to see if he was actually gonna protect it and not stab it. Accepted Chrome even while knowing Mukuro could take over any moment.

And he condemns what Mukuro did, and fought him and stopped him because he endangered what was dear to him, but…

(Sawada Tsunayoshi learned of what he went through, what he did, and he didn’t look away. But he didn’t turn his back on him either, the fool, the trusting child.)

Then there’s his manic Skylark, and his just slightly less manic other Guardians. And it hurts him to admit, but their brand of chaos and “fun” and their tendency of defying rules and authority are right there beside his.

(And what do you know, he doesn’t need to be covered in blood and have cold bodies lying at his feet to feel alive.)

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But what is he supposed to do, let it go, moving on? Who is he supposed to be without this burden on his shoulders?

(He was never anyone else.)

(And who’d want to bother protecting the boy curled in his cage, swallowing back his cries? To offer him safety? The world only ever took advantage of him.)

But now he has these people he actually cares about, and who followed him so far already. What right does he have to drag them deeper in the mafia they all hate for his own gain, now they can have this instead?

(The thing they should have had from the beginning, the thing they’re so bitter, so resentful it was taken from them.)

(The thing they didn’t think they would ever have again.)

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Of course they don’t tell each other all that. Not in so many words anyway, or at all really lol. I mean, open, honest communication in the world of KHR? Don’t know her.

But they shared a mind for like a year or so, and they don’t exactly need to tell each other anything anymore.

So when the representative battles come around, they agree to be on different teams, agree the distance will help them figure their shit at their own pace, and without burdening/influencing the other.

Chrome still attends Namimori middle (and move in Namimori I guess), because it’s easier like that while she’s on team Reborn. But she most definitely moves back to Kokuyo once the rainbow arc is over.

(I love the potential of Chrome being in Namimori, especially when it comes to her friendship with the girls and getting to get closer to the other Guardians, but she can do that from Kokuyo.)

(Imo she is a member of Kokuyo gang first and foremost, and it has to be a very dear part of her identity because it’s where she belonged for the first time, and where she felt safe, and more importantly where she found people she belongs with and feels safe with.)

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She’s on team Reborn from the very beginning, and comes to the same conclusion as canon at the end of the arc.

And she comes back to the Kokuyo gang with a great boost in her confidence because what the hell, she fought in a free for all with all the strongest fighters in her generation and stood her ground.

She fought against the Vindice and made a difference. Way to go girl, cheers to her!

She does do the trip to Namimori every now and then to see the girls (and more and more the Guardians too), and vice-versa. M.M eventually ends up getting introduced to the girls too. Bianchi is often enough in the picture too.

(M.M and her do not get along.)

When Chrome’s hair start growing, M.M is here for it. She encourages her to let them grow, and then change her haircut entirely, and Chrome feels ready for it.

And I don’t know how good the haircut I came up with would actually be irl lol, but it’s not about the actual haircut anyway.

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In the meantime Mukuro came to his own conclusions. He’s not so certain about them, but he likes to think he’s in a better place now.

He didn’t give up on his plans but maybe they don’t have to consume his whole life anymore (or him). Maybe they can all enjoy their life on their way there.

And he is even less sure about this whole Harmony business and inheriting of the Vongola through Tsuna, but maybe these people are worth a shot too.

It’s in these respective headspaces they face each other again after the rainbow arc. And they’re not hesitant per se, but maybe delicate with how they interact with each other?

It’s a whole new dynamic for the both of them after all, and they don’t know yet this version of each other (they themselves have still to find out).

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And don’t get me wrong, Mukuro isn’t any less happy for Chrome becoming independent than she is for him getting back his freedom. That’s what he was waiting for after all.

But he cares about her, and it’s kind of hard to let her spread her wings fully when he sees the whole world as one big threat to take care of.

And I’m talking about Chrome but it’s true for all of them. The Kokuyo gang doesn’t need his protection but Mukuro is sure as hell going to give it to them anyway.

That said he deals with that on his own, and doesn’t let it affect either Chrome or their relationship.

And eventually they find each other again for good, stronger and better than before. And they only keep growing for the better from then on.

And good for them honestly, especially for my girl Chrome<3.

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Thank you for reading! I have some M.M’s headcanon too if you want. Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #flufftober 2020 #cutting partner's hair #chrome dokuro #rokudo mukuro #chrome & mukuro #okay so this one is maybe a bit too much on the nose #buuut i really like it just like that so

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] In The Arms of Love:  Chapter 6 [end]

Story: In The Arms of Love||Title: Snowballs Ship: Yuusaku x Ai Chapters: 6-6||Words: 1,621||Total: 9,711 Genre: Romance||Rated: G Challenges: Diversity Writing: YGO VRAINS/Sevens: H10, 6 chapters; Hugsaku Week 2021, day #6, N/A Notes: This takes place post-canon. Ai and all the other Ignis have returned and have spiffy SOLtis bodies of their very own. Summary: Yuusaku needs lots of hugs and Ai is there to make sure they all happen.

Ai knew that his skin was artificial, probably grown in a vat or spun in some other fashion. But he could feel everything that touched him, perhaps to even greater detail than humans could.

So he definitely felt Yuusaku’s warm lips pressed against his own. He wrapped an arm around Yuusaku’s neck and leaned into the kiss, hearing the murmurs and whispers of all the people watching them and making certain they saw him kiss Yuusaku very clearly.

When he pulled back, it was more due to the potential for Yuusaku’s lack of air than his own. If that were the issue, he could have kept on kissing forever. But Yuusaku needed to breathe.

Yuusaku’s eyes sparkled at him, his cheeks faintly flushed, and he had his own arms around Ai’s neck. He breathed in a little but said nothing. Ai wasn’t at all sure if anything needed to be said.

Ai could do untold numbers of calculations in the space of seconds. He could figure out the most complex of duels in heartbeats and work out projections in almost no time at all.

And even with all of that, he still didn’t understand what was going on as Yuusaku’s arms slid from around his neck, and a few seconds later, something cold dropped down the back of his sweater. A heartbeat – even when he didn’t have a heart to beat – passed before it dawned on him what it was.

“Yuusaku-chan!” He spluttered. He’d never thought that Yuusaku of all people would try something like that!

Quick as he could, he scooped up a handful of snow and stepped back, tossing it at Yuusaku. His Origin – and his boyfriend – ducked out of the way, though he didn’t quite escape. Snow splattered along his chest, and Yuusaku started to reach for more snow of his own.

“If you’re going to do that, boys, you should take it elsewhere,” one of the older people advised them. “This area’s for skating.”

Yuusaku stood up a breath later, snow still in his gloved hand. “All right,” he murmured, and held out his free hand towards Ai. Ai considered not taking it but the prospect of a snowball fight against Yuusaku was far too tempting.

He accepted the outstretched hand and together the two of them headed away. He heard a soft sigh of breath from one of the watching people and a whisper of, “They’re so handsome. And so lucky.”

They have no idea of how right they are. Ai preened as they walked, enjoying the sensation of Yuusaku’s hand in his. He tightened his grip a fraction, enough so Yuusaku looked at him, and smiled.

That had been Ai’s first kiss. As far as he knew, it had also been Yuusaku’s. A tiny flicker of worry tripped in his programming.

“Yuusaku,” he murmured, keeping his voice low so that no one else they passed could hear him. “The kiss – you didn’t mind, did you? It wasn’t – with a human.”

Yuusaku regarded him, eyes narrowed. “If I wanted it to be with a human, there are humans I could have kissed.”

Ai wasn’t going to argue that. He doubted that Yuusaku would have, because even now he wasn’t the most social of creatures, but there were plenty of people who would have happily volunteered to do the honors if Yuusaku ever expressed the desire for such a kiss.

And Yuusaku had wanted him for that kiss. Had kissed him. Granted, it had been Ai who started the kiss, but Yuusaku hadn’t complained or protested or tried to avoid it. He’d returned it.

Ai knew that he weighed far too much actually walk on air. He’d read of such descriptions and he knew they weren’t meant to describe reality. But the farther they walked together hand in hand, the deeper that it sank into him that they’d not merely ice skated together but they’d kissed and were off to have some private fun with snowballs together, the more certain he was if he looked down, he would see his shoes floating a good distance above the snow.

Perhaps he would try that the next time they visited Vrains. It would be interesting, to say the least.

But for now Ai spied a long stretch of snow ahead of them, raw and pure, untouched by anything save a few birds. In less cold times it probably was something like a parking lot or perhaps a meadow. Now it was a source for snowballs and fun and Ai looked forward to both of those.

He turned to Yuusaku, wanting to say something, and was quickly reminded that Yuusaku had carried that snow all the way from the skating rink as it splattered over his chest. He brushed it away and did his very best glower – he practiced expressions a lot while Yuusaku slept. He never knew when he might need them.

“You-” Ai didn’t even have words. Instead, he scooped up the nearest handful of snow that he could and lobbed it at Yuusaku, who darted out of the way, finding a hiding place for himself behind some thick bushes.

Ai located a copse of his own to shelter behind and the two of them took turns tossing packed snow at one another. With more distance between them now, Yuusaku’s snowballs didn’t hit very well. He was a programming prodigy but getting fresh air and exercise hadn’t been on his personal to-do list for quite some time. Ai didn’t have to worry about that. He had superior hand-eye co-ordination simply by virtue of what he was, so the vast majority of his snowballs hit exactly what he aimed for.

The snowball fight only ended when Yuusaku finally sagged against the bushes he hid behind and waved one hand at Ai.

“That’s enough for now,” he said, working hard to catch his breath. Ai wasn’t going to argue. He’d had more than enough fun like this already.

He brushed his hands clean of snow and made his way over to Yuusaku, checking the time as he did. “We’ve got reservations at a good restaurant soon anyway. You’re hungry, aren’t you?” He regarded Yuusaku sternly. “For something that’s not just hot dogs.”

Yuusaku offered a small smile. “A little,” he admitted, taking Ai’s hand and coming to his feet. “Which restaurant?”

“Ember Days,” Ai said with a very satisfied grin. “They serve some excellent tempura.”

Yuusaku looked a little intrigued by that. Ai knew that on those rare occasions when he didn’t eat at Cafe Nagi, he mainly picked up ramen from random shops along the way home. Tempura wasn’t something he was all that used to. Ai looked forward to seeing his reaction to it.

“What else have you planned for today?” Yuusaku asked as Ai began to brush the snow off of him. He tried to raise his hands to do it himself but Ai wasn’t going to let that happen. He could get to the parts that Yuusaku couldn’t.

“Well, we’ve done just about everything,” Ai admitted. “You got your presents and we went ice skating and snowball fighting and now we’re going to eat.”

Yuusaku regarded him. “How do you eat, anyway?”

“It’s complicated,” Ai admitted. “I don’t really need to, you know.” He shrugged. “I sort of mash it up in my mouth and then it goes here.” He touched his stomach area. “I’ve got a place in here to keep it away from my circuitry and later I can empty out the box. It’s not too different from what humans do.”

Yuusaku looked a lot more fascinated than Ai had thought he would be. “Do you taste anything?”

“Not quite. I’m working on developing that, though. I have a few ideas.” It would take some effort and he thought he could work it out best in Link Vrains. He didn’t think it was necessary for his own satisfaction but it would make emulating humans just that much easier. He didn’t want to be human but he knew life for Yuusaku would be so much easier if he could blend in that well.

Ai dismissed the entire conversation with a flick of one hand, wishing that he had his cape to make the appropriate dramatic swoop with, before he wrapped his fingers around Yuusaku’s and gently pressed their fingers together. He might not be able to taste, but he could feel, and he enjoyed the feeling of Yuusaku’s hand in his.

“Come on. It’s almost time for our meal. We don’t want to be late.”

Hand in hand, they started for the nearest pathway that led to the restaurant. Ai kept on enjoying the sensation of Yuusaku’s hand in his and he thought Yuusaku enjoyed this as well. He thought about giving Yuusaku another hug but the problem with that was he would have to release Yuusaku’s hand and he didn’t really want to do that.

“Why are you doing all this?” Yuusaku murmured as the restaurant came into view ahead of them. Ai snorted at the question.

“Don’t you know? I haven’t exactly been hiding it.”

Yuusaku let out a small laugh. Ai savored the sound of it. Yuusaku laughing was a rare and precious treasure.

“Would you even know how to hide anything if you wanted to?”

Ai considered that, even as they were escorted inside the restaurant and seated at a quiet spot out of the way. Then he shrugged the tiniest bit, grinning.

“Why hide when it’s the absolute truth?” And he leaned over to brush his lips gently over the side of Yuusaku’s ear, whispering, “I love you.”

What made the night even better was that Yuusaku leaned closer to him and whispered those same words back to him.

The End

Notes: So that’s all of it! This chapter was prompted by a request from SilvorMoon, to have Yuusaku and Ai hold hands.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #hugsaku #ygo vrains #fujiki yuusaku #AI (vrains) #ai x yuusaku #yuusaku x ai #aiballshipping #chapters: in the arms of love

[osakaso5]

IDOLiSH7 End Of Year Story 2018: Friends Scene!

A Peaceful Intermission Part 2: A Memory-Filled Starry Sky

Part 1

Door opens

Rinto Okazaki: Sorry to keep you waiting. You have no more work today...

Yuki: Shh...

Rinto Okazaki: Ah... Momo-kun is sleeping?

Yuki: Yeah. It seems like he fell asleep on the sofa while looking at his phone.

Momo: Snooze...

Yuki: He's been busier than me over the New Year's... All that exhaustion must've gotten the best of him.

Yuki: Good job, Momo. You worked so hard.

Momo: Snooze...

Rinto Okazaki: Ahaha... This is like a complete reversal of your usual selves. Yuki-kun's awake, while Momo-kun sleeps.

Yuki: That's right.

Rinto Okazaki: Why are you so proud about it?

Yuki: When I watch over Momo's sleep like this, I get the feeling that I'm doing something right.

Yuki: We went through hard times in the past. I've caused him plenty of hardships... But right now, I just feel warm.

Momo: Mmm, mumble...

Yuki: Ah, maybe I woke him up...

Momo: ...Yuki...

Yuki: Did you hear that? He's dreaming about me.

Rinto Okazaki: I heard.

Momo: Ah... Yuki... That's terrible... Aah... You've really done it now...

Momo: It's gonna be okay... I'll do something about this...

Yuki: ........

Rinto Okazaki: It seems you're causing him trouble, even in his dreams.

Yuki: ...I think he's talking about some other Yuki. Not me.

Yuki: Oh, Momo... ...Oopsie-daisy.

Rinto Okazaki: What are you doing, crouching in front of Momo-kun's eyes?

Yuki: I thought I'd give him a little surprise once he wakes up.

Rinto Okazaki: Ahaha! The moment he opens his eyes, your face will be right in front of him. He'll probably jump off the sofa, yelling about how handsome you are.

Yuki: Fufu, exactly. Should I try waking him up?

Rinto Okazaki: Even though you were just hushing me..?

Yuki: Can't I?

Rinto Okazaki: Well, we're already about to leave, so I suppose you can. By the way, what are we going to do about our first shrine visit?

Rinto Okazaki: I know you said we'd be going around tonight, but if Momo-kun's tired, shouldn't we choose another day?

Yuki: Right. Momo. Mooomo...

Momo: ...Mmm...

Momo: Huh...

Yuki: Rise and shine.

Momo: .........

Momo: Yuki!?

Yuki: Surprised?

Momo: What about the Martians!?

Yuki: ...Martians?

Momo: Aah... Oh, it was just a dream...

Yuki: What were you dreaming about?

Momo: You wanted a Martian's guitar so badly that you carelessly signed them the rights to Earth.

Yuki: As the representative of the earth?

Momo: Yeah.

Yuki: In that case, I'll play that guitar as the world ends. Will you sing for me, Momo?

Momo: I will. I'll give the Martians lots of fanservice, and protect the peace of our planet.

Yuki: Awesome.

Momo: Ehehe. You're awesome.

Rinto Okazaki: It hasn't even been a minute since Momo-kun woke up, and Re:vale's already showering each other with affection. You two really are close!

Momo: Oh yeah. I was in the middle of rabbit chatting. I should send a reply.

Yuki: You can do it later. Weren't you surprised to wake up to me?

Momo: I was!

Yuki: I thought you'd be more flustered.

Momo: The more you talk about it, the more I'm getting embarrassed...

Yuki: There, that's the spirit.

Momo: Ahaha. What are you cheering me on for!

Rinto Okazaki: Now, it's about time for us to leave. What are we going to do about tonight? Shall I drive you straight home?

Momo: Huuuh? Weren't we supposed to do a shrine visit?

Yuki: We thought you'd be too tired.

Momo: I'm fine! It's pretty warm outside and we have the time, so let's go tonight.

Yuki: I don't really care whether we visit a shrine or not. We can just have a quiet dinner together, too.

Momo: Let's go to the shrine! We've done New Year's stuff for work, but nothing in private.

Yuki: Say "Happy New Year".

Momo: Happy New Year.

Yuki: That's enough New Year's spirit for me.

Momo: Geez Yuki, not only are you handsome, but your cost performance is good, too~!

Rinto Okazaki: Come on you two, we're going! You can finish this talk in the car.

Yuki: Already? I was just getting comfortable.

Momo: Right. Maybe it's because I took that nap, but I already feel at home.

Rinto Okazaki: Someday, I'll buy this station for you to use as a second home. You'll have to wait until then.

Yuki: Oh, look who's talking big.

Momo: Okarin, you're so cool~!

Rinto Okazaki: Fufu. Good work today, you two. Now, let's go.

Yuki: Yeah.

Momo: Let's decide which shrine we'll visit in the car! And if we can't decide, let's just go to the one we visited last year!

Yuki: Haha. I guess we've got no choice. Since you're so excited for this, I'll save relaxing and drinking wine for later.

Momo: Well, we have to thank the gods and pray for a good New Year, don't we?

Momo: I got to spend this year with you. So I want you to be with me next year, too!

Yuki: I will. Next year, and the year after that, too.

Momo: Even if we get invaded by aliens?

Yuki: Of course.

Momo: Darling, you're such a hunk..! 

- - - -

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm sorry for parking so early. We'll have to walk a bit to the shrine...

Nagi Rokuya: I would gladly walk to the ends of the earth for an evening stroll with you.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Thank you! Riku-san, you're not cold, are you?

Riku Nanase: I'm fine! It's warm today.

Iori Izumi: Unbelievably so, considering it's still midwinter.

Mitsuki Izumi: It's pretty dark around here, so people probably won't notice us.

Yamato Nikaido: Don't you think we'll stand out with this many people? Maybe we should split up a little.

Tamaki Yotsuba: We came here together, so I wanna stay together. If anyone finds us out, we'll just ask 'em to keep it a secret.

Sogo Osaka: Ah... I think those people are on their way home from the shrine.

Riku Nanase: They've got cotton candy! Do you think there's still open food stalls?

Nagi Rokuya: OH! I cannot wait!

Passerby: What'd you wish for~?

Passerby: That I'd pass my uni exams. You?

Passerby: That my date with that girl will go well.

Passerby: No way it will. If you take her to an idol concert, she won't even look your way.

Passerby: It'll be fine! I can beat IDOLiSH7!

Passerby: Ahahaha!

Riku Nanase: ........

Riku Nanase: ...I wonder if they're planning to take the girl they like to one of our concerts?

Mitsuki Izumi: I bet they'd be surprised to know that we're here.

Yamato Nikaido: Haha. It'll make for a good MC topic, won't it?

Sogo Osaka: University exams... Have you thought about going to university, Iori-kun and Tamaki-kun?

Iori Izumi: I'm not sure. I'd like to focus on my work, but I'd also like to learn as much as I can while I have the chance.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I don't wanna study any more.

Sogo Osaka: Right now, we could study while working as idols. Maybe I should go back to school, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Seriously?

Sogo Osaka: It's just an idea, but...

Iori Izumi: In that case, please become my classmate. Only I could be classmates with both members of MEZZO".

Riku Nanase: That sounds great. If you're all going to school, then I want to go, too...

Iori Izumi: I doubt you'd be able to go to the kind of university Osaka-san and I would go to.

Riku Nanase: If we become classmates, you can stop calling me by my last name!

Iori Izumi: ........ No, that's alright.

Riku Nanase: Why!? That's what classmates do!

Iori Izumi: I call Yotsuba-san by his last name, as well...

Yamato Nikaido: Isn't that a little too formal at this point? Try to call them by first name this next year.

Yamato Nikaido: TRIGGER and Re:vale have all dropped the honorifics despite their age differences too, haven't they?

Iori Izumi: That's true, but... It's not something I can do so suddenly... And we have our own style of doing things...

Riku Nanase: In any case, try calling me by first name.  

Iori Izumi: ........

Iori Izumi: Yo, Riku.

Riku Nanase: What's with the "yo"..?

Iori Izumi: I-it just came out...

Mitsuki Izumi: Yo, Yamato. Like this?

Yamato Nikaido: Yo, Mitsuki. ........ It feels different when you say it like that, huh?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ahaha. I'll start calling all of you by first name, so you can be my classmates.

Sogo Osaka: But you already use nicknames for us.

Nagi Rokuya: It would be fun to be classmates with all of you. We could play tamaire (1) together.

Riku Nanase: I don't think they do that in universities, though?

Mitsuki Izumi: University, huh... If things had gone a little different, maybe we'd be walking around talking about school and dates, too.

Nagi Rokuya: Haha... Had things gone differently, we would never have met. the fact that we are here right now is a miracle.

Nagi Rokuya: Even if brief, these moments are irreplaceable.

Yamato Nikaido: Right...

Yamato Nikaido: No matter what happens from now, and no matter what scary demons come after us...

Yamato Nikaido: All we need to do is shout: "Don't cry, keep smiling".

Riku Nanase: Yes.

Riku Nanase: Not just to ourselves... To the people standing on the same stage with us, too. And to our fans.

Riku Nanase: We'll smile at each other, and those smiles will give us the strength to brush off anything. 

- - - -

Woman: U-um...

Woman: You're Tenn Kujo from TRIGGER, right?

Tenn Kujo: ..........

Tenn Kujo: Yes.

Woman: ...Ah... Happy New Year! I look forward to another year of your... Ah...

Tenn Kujo: Fufu... Happy New Year.

Woman: No, um... That's not what I was trying to... I just wanted to let you know that I'm a fan...

Woman: Though lately, I've been so busy with work that I haven't had a lot of time to go to your concerts, so maybe I shouldn't be calling myself a fan...

Tenn Kujo: ..........

Woman: W-what am I saying... I'm being rude, aren't I. I'm very sorry..! My head's just gone completely blank...

Tenn Kujo: You're not being rude. Thank you for supporting us. That makes me really happy.

Woman: ...Ah...

Tenn Kujo: Do your best at work. I hope you'll keep supporting us for another year.

Tenn Kujo: And if you can find the time, do come to our concerts.

Woman: I will! I definitely will..!

Tenn Kujo: Thank you.

Woman: ...Please hang in there... I'm really sorry... I couldn't support TRIGGER through your hard times...

Tenn Kujo: Wrong.

Tenn Kujo: We're the ones who should support you through hard times.

Tenn Kujo: We're supposed to take you to paradise. So listen to our songs, and smile. Look at us, and be happy.

Tenn Kujo: That's what TRIGGER is for, so don't apologize.

Woman: ...Yes..!

Tenn Kujo: Thank you.

Woman: I love you..!

Gaku Yaotome: Sorry to keep you waiting, Tenn.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's so warm tonight. Huh? Who's she?

Tenn Kujo: A fan of ours.

Woman: Gaku-san..! Ryunosuke-san..!

Gaku Yaotome: For real? That's great. Who's your favorite?

Woman: Ah... Um, well...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's fine. Don't hold back.

Woman: ...T-Tenn-kun...

Tenn Kujo: Awesome.

Gaku Yaotome: That's too bad. But it makes sense. Tenn's cool, after all.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I hope you'll keep supporting Tenn and us!

Woman: Yes..! I love both of you, too!

Gaku Yaotome: Awesome.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thank you!

Woman: Thank you very much! Hang in there!

Woman: Please excuse me...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Be careful on your way home!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Haha, that was nice. It feels great to heard words like that directly from fans.

Gaku Yaotome: Yeah. We were lucky to run into a fan.

Tenn Kujo: We really were. Where's Anesagi-san?

Gaku Yaotome: Parking the car. Apparently the parking lot Takanashi-san told her about was full.

Gaku Yaotome: She said we could go without her, so what are we gonna do?

Tenn Kujo: Let's wait. It's our first shrine visit, after all.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: That's right. We can take our time walking there.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm sure a lot's going to happen this year, too. We'll have to overcome storms for as long as we keep working towards our goals.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: So let's at least take things slow on New Year's.

Gaku Yaotome: Yeah. You're right.

Gaku Yaotome: Speaking of which, did you have a New Year's dream (2)?

Tenn Kujo: I did.

Gaku Yaotome: Did you see Mt.Fuji, a hawk, an eggplant, or me?

Tenn Kujo: You count yourself as a good luck omen?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: You guys were in my dream! They say your first dream of the year will come true, so I hope mine does, too.

Gaku Yaotome: I had a dream about you two, too. Though there were people besides you in it, too...

Tenn Kujo: Me too... What sort of dreams did you have?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: That the three of us went to work. We all said goodbye together, and left with Anesagi-san.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: But since we were all leaving, there wouldn't have been anyone to say goodbye to...

Kaoru Anesagi: Sorry to keep you waiting!

Tenn Kujo: Anesagi-san.

Kaoru Anesagi: I said you could go on without me.

Gaku Yaotome: Ryu thought we should all go together, since it's our first shrine visit and all. What's with the paper bag?

Kaoru Anesagi: These were left in my car. You can each take one.

Tenn Kujo: Ah... Thank you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thank you. ...New Year's cards?

Kaoru Anesagi: They're from the president.

Gaku Yaotome: ........

Kaoru Anesagi: He wants you to keep up the good work.

Gaku Yaotome: ...Haha. That's what he said in my dream, too.

Kaoru Anesagi: What?

Gaku Yaotome: Nothing. Let's go. They should be here by now, too.

Tenn Kujo: I never thought we'd get to go on our first shrine visit with IDOLiSH7.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Gaku set it up with Sogo-kun. It's a good thing we made plans.

Gaku Yaotome: Right. Momo-san told us about this great entertainment god, too. There aren't a lot of people around here, like he said.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's a nice choice. There aren't many entertainment shrines in the city, so other performers might come here, too.

Tenn Kujo: We might run into some of them. ...Ah...

Tenn Kujo: It's IDOLiSH7.

Gaku Yaotome: ...Is it? They don't have the right number of people.

Tenn Kujo: They've split up. That's Riku over there.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: You might be right... I'm surprised you could tell it was him from so far.

Tenn Kujo: Of course I could.

Tenn Kujo: He's the rival who's been with me ever since we were born.

- - - -

Riku Nanase: Ah... It's Tenn-nii.

Iori Izumi: Where?

Riku Nanase: Over there.

Nagi Rokuya: OH! It is TRIGGER and Miss Anesagi!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'll go meet them. You should wait here, so we don't stand out.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Gotcha.

Mitsuki Izumi: We're finally getting the all star shrine visit we wanted.

Sogo Osaka: I never thought this would actually happen. Getting to meet them for New Year's feels like a dream.

Yamato Nikaido: Haha... Tsunashi-san sticks out like a sore thumb. Even if nobody  recognizes the rest of us, someone's probably gonna notice him.

Riku Nanase: Hey, Tenn-ni... Ow!

Iori Izumi: Don't yell. We were just told not to stand out.

Riku Nanase: S-sorry.

Sogo Osaka: I'll take a picture of you and Kujo-san later.

Riku Nanase: Thank you! I'll take a picture of you too, Sogo-san!

Sogo Osaka: Thank you. I'll treasure it.

Yamato Nikaido: Ah, here they come.

Mitsuki Izumi: Manager and Anesagi-san are laughing. It's pretty nice, seeing those two get along.

Yamato Nikaido: Yeah.

Nagi Rokuya: Such a calming moment... I shall thank the gods for the fact that we  were able to reach another New Year safely.

Mitsuki Izumi: It's because you were a good boy, Nagi.

Nagi Rokuya: Fufu. I got praised. Thanks.

Gaku Yaotome: Heeey..! Ow!

Kaoru Anesagi: Don't yell! I told you not to stand out!

Gaku Yaotome: I know!

Riku Nanase: Ahaha! He got told the same thing I did.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Happy New Year!

Sogo Osaka: Happy New Year. I look forward to working with you this year.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Happy New Year! You got New Year's money for me?

Sogo Osaka: T-Tamaki-kun!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh no, I forgot!

Tamaki Yotsuba: In that case, buy me King Pudding sometime!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Sure thing. As many as you want!

Tenn Kujo: Happy New Year. You're not cold, are you?

Riku Nanase: I'm fine! Did you eat oshiruko (3)?

Tenn Kujo: No. But I did have zenzai with chestnuts.

Iori Izumi: Nii-san's chestnut sweet potato mash was delicious, as always. He put some apples in, too.

Tenn Kujo: That sounds good.

Yamato Nikaido: It's one of those dishes that'll be eaten before you know it. It'd definitely win first place  in a BorW for New Year's food.

Tenn Kujo: Black soy beans are good, too.

Riku Nanase: True!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha! Why do you keep talking about food, are you hungry or something?

Yamato Nikaido: I'm hungry. Ah! Isn't that a food stall? Over there, under that lantern...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yay! They got takoyaki?

Nagi Rokuya: I cannot tell from behind this tree... Though I do see a grill.

Tamaki Yotsuba: With octopus?

Iori Izumi: Obanyaki (4)?

Riku Nanase: Okonomiyaki!

Yamato Nikaido: I could go for some squid, myself. Well, which is it?

Nagi Rokuya: OH... I still cannot see. Perhaps this man, who is tall as a giraffe, can see better than I?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Me? Um... Wait a second! I'll go stand on that rock!

Tenn Kujo: On top of a rock?

Gaku Yaotome: No, you'll stand o...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I've got it! It's takoyaki!

Woman: Omigosh! Ryunosuke Tsunashi..!

- - - -

Rinto Okazaki: It's awfully noisy around here.

Yuki: Maybe they're still doing the lion dance?

Momo: You think so? Let's go have a peek! 

- - - -

Torao Mido: Pretty noisy around here.

Toma Inumaru: Maybe a visiting performer got found out by their fans?

Minami Natsume: We should be careful too. Or should we join in on the fun, instead?

Torao Mido: Depends on who it is.

Haruka Isumi: Aaah! I found candy apples! 

The End.

Translator’s notes..? 

1) tamaire is a game that’s often played during sports days in japanese schools. two teams compete to see who can throw the most beanbags into a basket hoisted at the top of a pole

2) a new year’s dream or hatsuyume (lit. first dream [of the year]) is believed to tell your luck for the upcoming year. if your dream features mt.fuji, a hawk, and/or an eggplant, that’s a sign of good luck

3) oshiruko and zenzai are both types of sweet red bean soup. zenzai is typically known to be thicker of the two

4) obanyaki or imagawayaki is a kind of fried cake consisting of pancake-like batter and filing. red bean paste is the most common filling for obanyaki, but there are also a variety of other fillings, both sweet and savory

i’m sorry that this got posted so late, i got a little too caught up in other things to finish the second part sooner! at least now it might help soften whatever blows part 4′s first chapters will be delivering later today (lol)

#idolish7 #friends scene! #translation #i7 #trigger #re:vale #zool #other translations

[serenity-writes]

A Gift of Pleasure (Scandal in the Spotlight) NSFW

Kyohei’s got a very special present for you. You think it’s just an innocent pair of underwear. He’s got a tiny remote that says otherwise. Let the sexiest Revance singer tease and please you.

“Just wear them. Come on…” Kyohei has that gleam in his eyes, the one that promises he’s up to no good. But he’s currently pairing it with his trademark Sir Kyo smile, a deadly combination that he knows you're never able to resist, even after being together for nearly two years. Tease.

You bit down on your bottom lip, considering the lacy fabric he’s currently holding. Kyohei makes it a point to dangle it in front of you, as if trying to seduce you with the underwear. “I got them for you. You might as well use them.”

His insistence is getting a little suspicious. “Why do you want me to wear them so badly?” You ask, but know that he’s too smart to answer. “We have to go, or we’ll be late for the shoot.” Revance is filming a talk show today. Everyone else had already filtered out of the house into the car; you’re the only ones left.

“Let me put it this way, babe. I want to be sitting on the filming couch, thinking about how my woman is wearing something I bought for her. I want to be thinking about how they’re touching your skin with your every move…” He draws closer, moving until his lips are right next to your ear. “Do this for me, please?” His words drip with sex, sounding just like he does when he whispers words of love while you make love. Uh oh. Your cheeks flush with heat as soon as the memories hit your mind. It’s too dangerous to be thinking of things like that; you don’t have the time.

“Fine!” You agree, perhaps a little hastily, only really thinking of getting to the shoot. “I’ll wear them.”

“That’s my girl.” He grins, tossing a hand through his hair. “I’ll go first.” He winks and exits your room.

Two minutes later, you climb into the car, feeling a little frazzled from Kyohei’s earlier seduction. He sits across from you, looking perfectly calm. Evil.

“Finally! Jeez, you’re going to make us late!” Nagito teases, running a hand through his relaxed blonde hair. “Were you up to no good with Kyo?” Now he’s the one that has the perverted look on his face.

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” Iori replies. “Somehow, you’re the one on time today, Nagi.”

“It happens sometimes.” Nagito’s cheeky smile hangs on his lips.

Takashi sits beside Nagi, humming a low tune to himself as he drowns out all other noise with his earphones. Kota’s absorbed into his handheld gaming console, no doubt blasting away extra-terrestrial monsters or something of the sort. You make it a point to ignore Kyohei’s gaze as payback for his earlier teasing. Instead, you pull out the schedule for the rest of the week, making sure to memorize what needs to be done. And once you reach the venue, it’s all business between you two – true professionals.

You don’t get a chance to relax from the moment you arrive, but it’s something you’re long used to. The boys have to get into makeup, into costumes, into equipment testing… The work never really ends. Finally, you get to take a breather when the show begins. You take your usual place in the back near the cameras. You take a sip of water from a little plastic cup, watching as the band settles into the huge talk-show couch, facing their host, world-famous Ellie. They’re halfway through the program, and everything’s progressing smoothly.

You can’t help but stare at Kyohei. He looks damn good any day of the week, but there’s something mischievous about his features today that has your eyes glued to him. The rest of the boys might as well not be there in your mind; all you can see is your boyfriend, grinning and joking along. It’s that magnetic attitude that drew you towards him in the first place.

“So, Kota!” Ellie’s moved off Kyohei, focusing on the cat-eyed member beside him. The cameras follow accordingly.

Kyohei’s aware of how the shoots work, having been in the industry for so long. You watch as his hand slips smoothly into his pocket. Hmm, but why? You watch in confusion as he turns his gaze slowly in your direction, and your eyes meet. Then you feel it.

It’s quiet and subtle, but you can feel it. The vibration in your crotch is insistent, though it remains weak. To your surprise, it feels… good. But in such a place? You know very well these feelings are inappropriate for such a venue. Your eyes widen in surprise as you try to convey “what the heck!” to Kyohei with your stare. His response is an infuriating smirk.

“Stop it!” You try to mouth, but his hand never leaves his pocket. You actually feel the vibration move up a notch. “Hey!” But now your mind is wandering. You imagine Kyohei’s hand on the little toy, massaging it on your clit as he plants sweet kisses all over your skin. Ahh, no! You shake your head, trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. You watch Kyohei barely hold back his laughter at the sight.

“Hmph.” You twist your lips into a pout. If he won’t stop it, then you’ll just take the panties off. Going underwearless wasn’t ideal, but it was the better option at the moment. You turn, about to leave, when an assistant rushes up to you, looking frazzled. You recognize her as one of the new hires, one who’s still getting the hang of things.

“Miss!” She begins in a hushed tone, but you can tell she’s panicking. “We just had a cancellation for tomorrow for the music video shoot, and the advertisement group wants to move up the time. What should we do? And the other group…” There’s no way you can leave now. You grit your teeth as you force yourself to listen to her and ignore the drumming vibrations down below.

After what feels like an eternity, the schedule is finally sorted out. You breathe a sigh as you whirl around to send Kyohei one more glare before turning on your heel. You miss seeing that Kyohei’s fingers twitch in his pocket, pushing the up button on his magic remote, but you definitely feel it.

“Eep!” You let out a surprised yelp as the sensation grows trifold. Oh God, it feels way too good. And the knowledge that Kyohei is fingering the remote in his pocket, toying with you, isn’t helping one bit. Heat surges to your face as you squeeze your legs together, completely aware of the dampness between your legs.

“Are you okay?” A nearby staff member peers at you, delaying your escape. “You look kind of flushed.”

“I’m, uh, fine!” You manage to say, along with a weak smile. You can’t exactly tell him you want to wrench Kyohei off the show right now and push your lips to his.

“Why don’t you sit down?” He gestures to the nearby couch.

“Noo, it’s okay, I really—”

“Don’t worry, nothing’s going to go wrong. Just take a break!”

Damn my habit of working too hard, you think to yourself. This stage manager is used to making sure you slow down and take a breather. You’re shepherded into the seat. You cross your legs as soon as you’re down, trying to supress the vibrations that only seem to grow. Help, you think desperately as you glare at his perfectly composed, stupidly gorgeous face.

After what feels like an eternity, the show ends. “Great job, everyone!” The quietness of set bubbles up as staff members begin to pack and debrief.

“Fantastic show. We’d love to have you back on again.” The show host shoots them her most brilliant grin.

“Thank you for having us!” Iori says, his face alight in his prince mode.

“Anything for you,” Nagito chimes in as he puts a familiar hand on the host’s shoulder. His smile grows even wider when he notices her blush.

“Hopefully we’ll have a new song we can debut next time.” Takashi cuts Nagito off before he can do anything more. “We have to go change now.”

Nagito is wrenched away from the crestfallen host. You’re grateful for the distraction as you stand up. The vibration is easier to ignore when you’re in motion. You begin to follow the boys, going over the schedule again. Nagi and Takashi have a variety show to film, Kota has to meet about his upcoming movie, and Iori has an advertisement gig. That leaves… Kyohei with nothing. Just as you lift your head to gaze at him, you find that your eyes meet.

Then Kyohei grabs your arm and has yanked you into a nearby, empty change room. He’s turned the panties off; he intends to be the one to please you now.

You whirl around to face him but find your back pushed against the wall as his lips capture yours. His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he devours you, tongue lapping at yours while his eager fingers lift your skirt. Then his fingers are at your heat, drowning in your arousal as he smirks at the wetness he finds there.

“It’s your fault,” you gasp, but can’t really complain when he circles your clit, using only one expert finger to rub. Pleasure is heady in your system and you can do nothing but cling to him, the manly scent of him your comfort and aphrodisiac.

He nuzzles into your neck, sucking hard on the skin to leave color blooming. “I know.” Normally he would take his time, but he’s been fighting instincts too. Watching your face change with each tick upwards of the remote… Knowing just how much you must have been craving his cock… No man on earth could resist such a thing.

“Kyo—” He cuts you off with another desperate kiss, and you give in. You let him hook your legs around his waist as he rips the panties off you; just as well, for they’ve served their purpose. The back of your head is pressed against the wall as he shoves his cock against your heat, wetting himself between your folds.

“Fuck, I need you,” he breathes out, a second before you feel him push inside. Ohhhh… The frantic moan is from both of your mouths. That familiar stretch is every bit as sinful as the first time. Nothing can compare to his cock, truly. Nothing can be as filling, as satisfying and frustrating. You pull him in, wanting him up against the deepest part of you, so you can give him everything. Deliberately, he grinds himself over your clit, wanting to hear you sing with desire.

“I need you too,” you gasp, giving him what he so desires as he fucks you against the wall, powerful arms supporting your legs. You choke down the moans that bubble up, for fear of being heard. Instead, you breathe them out beside his ear as he shudders in response.

“You have no idea—I wanted to just fuck you right there in the studio.” Each stroke of his cock leaves you aching for more. You’re careful not to leave marks on his body, but you want to dig your nails into him to hold him closer. He’s merciless, yet still somehow gentle as he slams himself into you, hilted to his very base. “You’re so damn sexy.” His guttural growl has you losing your mind, exploding into the climax he sends you into with that quick pace he knows is your weakness.

Damn, you love this man. You respond in kind, the rapid tightening of your sex dragging into him over his own peak, crashing down in the carnal of ways as he gives his last desperate thrusts, spilling every ounce of his fever into you. All you can do is cling, lost to the moment as he lavishes kisses upon your skin.

When sanity returns to you, it occurs that you may have been a tad too loud. But seeing the fat smirk that sits upon his face, maybe you don’t mind that. “Don’t ever do that again,” you say as you poke his nose.

“Didn’t you enjoy it, babe?” He hugs you close, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

“That’s not the point.”

“Fine.” He acquiesces, lifting up to carry you to the counter, where he begins to tug at the straps of your dress. “No panties.” He nibbles a trail down your chest, his tongue circling a taut nipple as his hands trail down to your heat. “I’ll just use my fingers instead.”

This was sitting in my WIPs for a long time and I never even noticed oops. I’ve always liked the concept of vibrating panties haha... This scenario just struck me. I hope you enjoyed~

Masterlist ♡

#scandal in the spotlight #kyohei rikudoh #voltage inc #revance #fanfiction #sits

[touhoupop]

Circle Introduction: FELT

Originally Posted: Never, actually. I’m a bit hesitant to post this. BuyDoujin made a quick and dirty Japanese translation for Nagi and MC to review, and I passed along a few questions, but I never did get a reply. I dunno if this is because BuyDoujin never actually sent the email, or FELT never replied, or what, but whatever the case, consider this one an unapproved draft.

The Touhou community both here and abroad has an idiosyncratic way of labeling their music. What precisely are you getting when you click on a crossfade or video labeled “Touhou Vocal?” Will it be prog rock? Will it be electro house? Will it be a madrigal? Who knows? It’s a ～mystery～. But if such a genre really existed, FELT would be one of its reigning champions.

It was 2009 when NAGI☆ (no relation to vocalist Nagi Yanagi) and Maurits ‘ZEN’ Cornelis (a pseudonym) first appeared as guest arrangers on Hatsunetsumiko’s fourth album, Unchained Melody. Maurits has become a regular fixture on Hatsunetsumiko’s albums as both an arranger and as the resident slap bass master, but the most important result of this collaboration was NAGI☆ and Maurits becoming interested in founding their own circle.

About a year later in 2010, after a few months of planning and coordination between NAGI☆ and Tim Vegas over stuff like naming and web hosting, FELT released its first album, Milky Wink. They shared a booth at Reitaisai SP with Hatsunetsumiko’s, just as they shared vocalists and talent. Indeed to this day, Hatsunetsumiko’s is credited on FELT's site as being their "supervisor," but make no mistake: FELT is as much its own entity with its own driving force and personality as Hatsunetsumiko’s.

And what is that driving force? Aside from “Touhou Vocal,” the other word you hear describing FELT – and the one FELT occasionally uses – is “J-Pop.” Specifically, this is music that would not be out of place in an anime opening or ending. At least, that’s the general feeling. The truth is, like most things called “pop,” FELT’s influences span a large breadth.

Despite being separate circles with separate styles, NAGI☆ and Maurits split their tracks in about the same way Tim Vegas and Maurits split them on Hatsunetsumiko’s albums. Both have their own styles and contribute to the overall atmosphere of the album in their own ways.

Maruits, though his understanding of how to construct a cool bassline often shows up and gives his tracks a certain edge, is generally a little bit more experimental on FELT releases than he is elsewhere. For example, Maurits calls Crumbling from Grow Color a mix of metal, funk, and emo. The fact that these three things are not very easy to imagine together is one of the major reasons that FELT is interesting. I can’t blame anyone presented with such an unorthodox blending of techniques from just throwing up their hands and calling it “vocal.”

NAGI☆ shares many of these traits, and since NAGI☆ runs the circle, there’s not much that you can say only about NAGI☆ that doesn’t apply to FELT as a whole. As I said before, FELT is, broadly speaking, pop. It can be a dirty word, but he's very good at making it, and bringing it to life. His work is full of interesting vocal melodies with well thought out rhythms and production decisions.

Beyond that, some early FELT albums have distinct trance influences, and lately, now that Eris remixes are a common fixture on FELT releases, there's also been a very limited amount of trap, electro, and big room house. I'm not entirely sure how Eris became involved with FELT, but they provide a compelling answer to the question of what FELT tracks would sound like with a buildup and drop structure. (Now that I’m not writing for BuyDoujin, I can safely say that this is not a question I ever wanted answered, but hey. You do you, FELT.)

The third pillar of FELT’s success is its vocalists: Vivienne, Maika, and Mika. Very little is known about them, as none of them use social media. NAGI☆ and Maurits, when asked, usually joke that Vivienne is “a Frenchwoman living in Osaka,” and say very little at all about Maika. All we really know is that they’re both excellent vocalists, whose ranges give NAGI☆ and Maurits many options, and whose charisma is one of the defining features of the FELT aesthetic. Vocals are very important to FELT, and they always take special care to consider the quirks of the vocalist they’re writing for. This attentiveness to detail is part of what makes their work shine.

Their collective skill has won them many fans, both in Japan and elsewhere, and I doubt that they’ll stray from the current path too far in the future. The motivating force behind FELT has always been to write whatever kind of tracks they find interesting, and given just how much they find interesting, the likelihood of FELT suddenly going in a completely different direction is unlikely. Whatever the case, FELT has done nothing if not improved over the years, and this is one trend which I’m sure we’ll all be happy to see continue.

For more English-language information about new FELT releases when they come around, keep checking in here.

(Where “here” now means “touhoupop” and not “BuyDoujin”)

#FELT #touhou music #doujin music #touhou

[manygalaxiesinone]

What If Valvatorez and Fenrich Never Met?

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((Greetings Hee Ho Dood! Prinnyfrost reporting for duty! For those who on the Disgaea Amino, you may recall that I left a poll of what game I should make another “What If” about, and it turns out that Disgaea 4 got the most votes.

Don’t worry, this doesn’t mean I’m stopping the “What if Gwen Lives” segment. I’m just putting it on hold for a bit okay?

At first, I thought it might be interesting to see how the story would play out if Shinjiro from Persona 3 would become a prinny under Valvatorez’s wing. I have brought this idea up many times before, but never got around to talk about how the story itself would play out. But then something else came to my mind. Someting that made me think “Hmm...maybe I can do this one better.”

What would happen if Valvatorez and Fenrich never met?In this scenario, I’m going to say that either Fenrich never met Minatrose and doesn’t take up the offer to kill Valvatorez and just goes on living his life as a mercenary or Minatrose eventually plans a trap and kill him because he has pointed out that he doesn’t intend to let someone as strong as him live; yet he can’t kill Valvatorez because he’s just too strong for anything he would come up with. Don’t worry, I’m not going to pretend that everything plays out smoothly or that everything’s all better without these two together. I’m going to treat this fairly on how everything would play out from my own point of view.

Yes, I do hate the shipping, and yes Fenrich himself is the main reason why (aside the fact that I’m just not into yaoi), but I have pointed out that despite that I do like Fenrich as a character and has a vital role in the party. Without this guy around, things won’t go smoothly as they did in the normal story.

Things start out relatively the same since Valvatorez was on his own when he met Artina and Nagi in the human world. Remember, he went there to investigate the large amount of demons that were being summoned against their will to participate in the war. Artina would still die after the two make their promise together and Nagi introduces Valvatorez to sardines so he won’t die from lack of blood.

Now we begin 400 years later with episode 1. Valvatorez would still be a prinny instructor since it was Axel who got him that job after losing his powers. He would be training his prinnies until they get sent away for extermination without the knowledge or consent of any of the instructors. Naturally, Valvatorez goes off to investigate and demands an explanation. The main difference in this chapter is that Axel doesn’t get attacked by the Abaddon. 

In the normal timeline, Fenrich got the Abaddon to believe that Axel was part of the rebellion and wanted the prinnies free, but here that doesn’t happen. Valvatorez isn’t really the kind of guy that would come up with sneaky tactics like that unless Fenrich suggests it. Even then, he doesn’t always agree to it, like when he refuses to assassinate Hugo. So Valvatorez just charges his way through to the end with his own power. This includes the fight against Emizel. Nothing is done to convince that him that Axel is after his life so right now Axel doesn’t “die”. He just retreats with Emizel after losing the fight. Valvatorez frees the prinnies and gives them the sardines he promised them. He pointed out that the corrupterment have ordered their execution. Naturally, the prinnies beg Valvatorez for help. He agrees under the condition that they become his loyal comrades and work for him until their reincarnation.

Next up, Episode 2! Fuka Kazamatsuri challenges Valvatorez to battle after being pissed off from seeing that he prevented the prinnies from dying. In the original timeline, Fenrich ordered the prinnies to gather intel on Fuka and the army she was with that wanted the prinnies gone. It’s then that they found out that they’re souls that failed to become prinnies due to the lack of prinny hide. I honestly don’t doubt the possibility of Valvatorez using the prinnies to do the same in this timeline because I’m sure he would like to know what he’s up against, but to make things more interesting, let’s just say he doesn’t and decides to just meet Fuka at the designated area. Valvatorez sees Fuka waiting on him but before they begin, he asks a question.

“I don’t understand. If you wish to be rid of the prinnies, then why are you dressed like one?”

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“Hey! Don’t get the wrong idea! I was forced to wear these clothes the moment I got here!”

“What do you mean? Are you not even from here?”

“Of course not! I’m a human from earth!”

That right there set of alarms in Valvatorez’s head. Why is there a living human in the netherworld? Why is she being forced to cosplay as a prinny, and why does she want all the prinnies gone? Remember, Valvatorez hasn’t been informed about the lack of prinny hide (at least not yet), so he doesn’t have reason to believe that Fuka is dead. Before Val can start trying to put pieces together, Fuka is fed up with the talking and begins the first battle. Things play out normally even the part where he doesn’t believe that this is all Fuka’s dream.

Okay, I know in the original story, Valvatorez actually believes it until Fenrich points out that she’s delusional, but even after playing it the first time, I find it hard to believe that ANYONE would be THAT gullible (though I admit I was hoping to see an alternate ending where Fuka actually wakes back up in school or something). At the very least in this timeline, I’ll make the dialogue go...

“You poor thing. You were probably cast down here while you were knocked out and once you awoken, you couldn’t believe your eyes and became so far in denial that you believe that you’re dreaming. I suspect that you’re a victim of a possible serial murder case.”

“That’s...oddly specific. Wait, what am I saying?! You’re just trying to confuse me again! It’s not going to work!”

Things again play out normally, except Artina doesn’t sneeze since Fenrich isn’t around to talk about her behind her back, and this time, Fuka brings out both Axel and Emizel as her “final weapon”. Like before, Valvatorez questions this because, despite the fact that they’re the warden and the president’s son, they’re pretty weak. Also...

“Wait a second, weren’t there more of you before? Where’s the rest of the Abaddon?”

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“I-I told them to wait for me while decided to handle this mission personally.”

“Y-Yeah! They totally didn’t went MIA since we didn’t report our failure yet!”

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“Axel?! Why did you tell them that?!”

“What?! I told them that’s NOT what happened! Besides young master, all we have to do this win and everything will fix itself anyway.”

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“You’re right! This time, we can’t lose!”

And then they lose. Things play out like before with Valvatorez pointing out his lack of determination to kill. This is something that even Axel questions considering that well, Emizel’s a grim reaper. The son of the Death King in fact. Emizel just runs off saying that it’s easier said than done and Axel runs after him.

Now for the fight against Fuka herself. Things play out the same with Fuka awakening her full potential while desiring to be in a better dream while Valvatorez wants to get her to accept that this is reality. After she loses, she tells Valvatorez the hardships she went through while she was here.

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“That’s...rather odd. Why is a living human being treated like a prinny?”

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“Huh? What do you mean? Don’t prinnies get treated like VIPs with 3 meals a day, dessert, and luxury suite hotels?”

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“Not at all. 20 hour shifts with little payment is a standard prinny contract. What you just described to me is likely a lie the corrupterment told you to convince you to destroy the prinnies.”

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“N-No way! You’re just trying to fool me again! I won’t stand for this!” -runs off-

“H-Hey! I’m not done talking to you!”

Fuka: “Aaahhhh!”

“Seems the lass has gotten herself into trouble. I’d better go after her. I need her alive so I can finish my interrogation.”

It’s here that Valvatorez has caught on that the area is heavily polluted. He doesn’t know where it’s from yet since Fenrich’s not around to tell him, so he just focuses his attention on saving Fuka.

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“Y-You...came to save me?”

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“The questions of what the corrupterment have planned remains unanswered. To solve that, I need to make sure you are kept alive.”

“Hey, couldn’t you just say that you were worried and wanted to make sure that I was okay?”

“I could, but that would require me to lie.”

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“Well, thanks anyway I guess.”

Valvatorez points out that he needs to figure out what’s wrong with the corrupterment as of late, first by ordering the execution of prinnies, then keeping a living human child prisoner, and letting humans leave their waste here (yeah, that’s something that Fuka would tell Valvatorez at some point). Instead of the deal before in the original timeline where if Valvatorez could prove to Fuka that she is in fact dead, then she would be treated as a prinny, here Valvatorez thinks she’s just a living girl being kept here against her will and forced to cosplay as a prinny. So this time, he proposes something different.

“Lass, follow me! Become my comrade and I promise to return you back to the human world!”

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“Well, I guess sticking with you would be my safest bet right now. Okay, I’ll become your comrade...whatever that means.”

The chapter ends normally with Fuka joining the party and Axel and Emizel releasing the prisoners, setting things up for the next chapter.

And that’s where I’ll leave things for now. So, you see what I mean? Without Fenrich around, things are already starting to shift a little. Axel isn’t attacked by the Abaddon, he doesn’t “die” by Emizel, and Valvatorez is convinced that Fuka isn’t dead, but just trapped here in Hades. Hey, at least Fuka doesn’t think she’s in a dream this time, just a victim of a rehashed plot from a different game. So, what do you think? You want to see more of this scenario, or should I have stuck to my original plan instead with Prinny Shinjiro?))

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5.5 - The Will to Fight

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 5.5 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Nikaidou Yamato: ....... I feel like I'm gonna hurl..... Rokuya Nagi: OH.... Would you like to step out for a bit and take a break? Osaka Sougo: Are you okay, Yamato-san? Nanase Riku: Exposing the Chiba Salon........ You refused to record Yamato's confession, right? Momo: I didn't, actually. Nikaidou Yamato: What!? Momo: I didn't record anything just now, I swear! Absolutely nothing! You can body-check me! Should I strip!? I'm not wearing my lucky underwear though! Yuki: Please calm down. Momo only pretended to accept so he could find out who the other people in the plot are. Momo: Yep, yep. Gaku's papa helped me out with this too. Yaotome Gaku: My old man did? Momo: Yeah. There's this one really big actress I don't have any connections to, so he's gonna act as the middleman for me. Stuff like that. Your papa's pretty freaked out about this too. Izumi Mitsuki: What do you plan on doing after he mediates that? Momo: Persuade 'em, even if it means shooting them a wink or grovelling. Yuki promised Yamato that we would protect you guys from a scandal, after all. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... But why would you go that far for me? Yuki: Oh, just killing time. Momo: It's a hobby of mine! Don't sweat it. Yuki: However, there are people who won't be swayed as easily. People who had clashed with Shizuo-san in the past, but still have very strong feelings about it. Yuki: I asked him if he could apologize to those people to quell their rage, but he told me off. Said I wasn't welcome in his home ever again, and to never come back. Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Wait, are you talking about Chiba-san? You asked Chiba-san to apologize? Yuki: Yep. Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That's terrifying to imagine.... Yuki: It was pretty terrifying. He was stubborn, through and through. Wouldn't even give me the time of the day. But.... Yuki: I think Shizuo-san might listen if Yamato-kun asks. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Yuki: Try calling him. Nikaidou Yamato: ......Right now? Yuki: Yeah. Nikaidou Yamato: ......I can't. There's no way I could ask him....... Yuki: I'm sure that man wants to do much more for his son-- more than just sending him flowers. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... But-- Kujou Ten: Call him. Nikaidou Yamato: Kujou.... Kujou Ten: He'll spring into action for you. Kujou Ten: I'm sure he wants to go back to being a family, deep down inside. There's no way he could ignore his own son when he's in a predicament, out of responsibility as a father. Kujou Ten: He'll bow his head and apologize if it means protecting you. There's no doubt about it. Nanase Riku: Ten-nii....... Rokuya Nagi: Precisely. When I came to this country, I learned that 'Yamato' was also a word that signified 'Japan.' (1) Rokuya Nagi: That is the name Chiba Shizuo bestowed his child, born in the evening years of his life. Chiba Shizuo, the face of Japan's acting industry. Rokuya Nagi: He loves you-- you're his pride and joy. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: ...But what should I tell him? Yuki: Isn't that easy? Just tell him, "It's all your fault." Yuki: The loss of your childhood and the man you admired back when you were in elementary school.... The pain and sadness you've felt up until now.... Hit him full force with it. All of it. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: ......Got it. Izumi Mitsuki: Hey.... You okay? Your hands are shaking.... Nikaidou Yamato: I'm fucking terrified, but I'll give it all I've got. I won't run. I'm gonna face him, head-on. Nikaidou Yamato: So I won't hate myself, and so I won't be ashamed of myself.... Nikaidou Yamato: That 'trying your damn hardest' thing? Yeah, I'm gonna do it. Izumi Mitsuki: Haha.... Yeah! It's gonna be okay! Izumi Mitsuki: No matter what happens, we'll be right by your side!

Takanashi Tsumugi: .....So Chiba-san listened to your request then, Yamato-san? Nikaidou Yamato: ......Yeah, he did. I don't know if the other person accepted his apology or not, but.... Nikaidou Yamato: Turns out he's the same as me. He wanted to be loved, but wouldn't work for it. He was waiting for a kind soul to sympathize with him and figure him out. Nikaidou Yamato: He ended up making enemies because of the way he lived. ......But, he did say that he'd try his best to be forgiven. Takanashi Tsumugi: I see.... Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything for you when you were having such a hard time, Yamato-san....... Nikaidou Yamato: Aw, come on. What are you saying? Things were crazy at the office, weren't they? All of that was for our sake, too. Nikaidou Yamato: Haha.... Even as I was worrying about my dad, I'd sneak a thought here and there. "Damn, our manager's one terrifying woman." Takanashi Tsumugi: Huh...? Why? Nikaidou Yamato: Because of "IDOLiSH7." The name you gave us works on the assumption that no one will ever leave. Nikaidou Yamato: Maybe I would've been irresponsible and quit early on, had it not been for that name. Nikaidou Yamato: ......It's a name that ties all seven of us together. There are times when that trust is a heavy weight to bear, but now it's my pride and joy. Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm glad.... I came up with it after seeing that everybody's names had numbers in them. Takanashi Tsumugi: It's almost as if it were destiny. Nikaidou Yamato: Onii-san thinks so too. At first we looked like a random mess of seven people, but now we're like seven irreplaceable comrades. Nikaidou Yamato: ......I won't let IDOLiSH7 end.

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright! I'm gonna cook you guys a feast tonight! Rokuya Nagi・Yotsuba Tamaki・Nanase Riku: Yay! Osaka Sougo: Iori-kun, did you enjoy spending time with your brother? Izumi Iori: I guess so.... We were forced into cosplay, though. Yotsuba Tamaki: Is it true Yukirin's house has cushions the size of your ear!? (2) Nikaidou Yamato: No, no. That was a joke. Nanase Riku: It's been so long since we last had a meal together! I'm really, really happy! Nikaidou Yamato: You're right.... Yeah. Izumi Mitsuki: We've got a concert tomorrow! Eat lots so you have stamina! Nanase Riku: Yeah! IDOLiSH7: Let's eat!

Nanase Riku: Good evening! We're IDOLiSH7! It had been a while since all seven of us ate together, but we did it yesterday! It was super fun! Audience: Kyaaaaa......! Izumi Mitsuki: Ahaha! Come on, that's not something you needa report during the MC corner! Nikaidou Yamato: That hijiki rice really hit the spot. You better make it again sometime, Mitsu. (3) Izumi Mitsuki: Sure, but is that really something you should be requesting during a concert? Nikaidou Yamato: I missed my chance to say it yesterday. Onii-san tends to do that, you see. Audience: Ahahahaha! Nikaidou Yamato: It's best not to hold back. No need to take it in moderation. (4) Izumi Mitsuki: Ahaha! Oh, what am I supposed to do with you.... I know, you dummy! You better eat up and fill that belly to the brim! Audience: Ahahahaha! Nikaidou Yamato: Haha.... Audience: I'm really digging the vibes from IDOLiSH7 today! Audience: Everyone's being so sweet to each other! They must've had a blast during that meal, I guess! Osaka Sougo: I was reminded once more of how valuable and magnificent Yamato-san and Mitsuki-san's existences are. Izumi Mitsuki: Heheh.... Nikaidou Yamato: Haha.... Aw, stop it. Audience: Kyaaaaa! Osaka Sougo: When it was just me, it was very.... Yotsuba Tamaki: That not it at all! Sure the food was spicy, but I'm glad you were there, Sou-chan. Audience: Kyaaaaa! Nanase Riku: Iori and the others seemed fine, but me and Nagi were pretty lonely! Izumi Iori: Well.... I was lonely as well.... In a way....... Audience: Kyaaaaa! Audience: Wait, why!? Did something happen!? Why is everyone being so sappy all of a sudden!? Audience: And all because of that hijiki rice!? Wow, hijiki rice is a force to be reckoned with! Rokuya Nagi: I love everyone the most! Yamato and Mitsuki ought to sing MEZZO"'s apology song, for my sake. Audience: Kyaaaaa! Nikaidou Yamato: Apology song? Wait, are you talking about "miss you..."? Izumi Mitsuki: Like hell we're gonna sing! What kind of penalty game is this! Audience: Kyaaaaa......! Osaka Sougo: Um, it's not an apology song. Yotsuba Tamaki: Also don't call our song a penalty game!! Audience: Ahahahaha!! Audience: They're all such good friends! I'm so happy!! I'm glad I came here today......!! Audience: This is the best! I love seeing IDOLiSH7 being all friendly......! I love everyone......! Audience: I hope they stay friends forever......!

Director: Splendid, Nikaidou-kun! It's just as I envisioned.... No, this is beyond what I could've ever imagined for the last scene! Nikaidou Yamato: Thank you very much. Director: As expected of Shizuo-san's-- Is what I'm tempted to say, but you've got a different kind of appeal, Nikaidou-kun! Director: The characters and worldview of this movie got a hundred, if not a thousand, times more fascinating. Deeply fascinating. And it's all thank to you. You didn't let him end as some cliched villain. Director: The movie's set to premiere at the end of the year, but I hope you're excited to see the finished product. Nikaidou Yamato: You're praising me too much, Director.... Those words are wasted on someone like me. I do look forward to seeing the finished movie, though. Natsume Minami: I hear you're done filming today, Nikaidou-san. Natsume Minami: I do hope that your success in this movie will be enough to cover up any gossip that arises. Nikaidou Yamato: You know, the only thing I was hiding was the reason why I joined IDOLiSH7, because it would've hurt my friends' feelings. That's all. Nikaidou Yamato: There isn't anything else I'm ashamed of. Natsume Minami: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: Go ahead, you can stare at me all you want. Look me up and down, from head to toe. Alright, any questions? Fire away. I'm just gonna shamelessly laugh, instead of throwing crude words back. Nikaidou Yamato: After all, onii-san's wicked at heart.

Tsukumo Ryou: ......Asamiya Tomoe-san has withdrawn from the plan. Several others have also run off, lured away by something else. Tsukumo Ryou: You're not going to eat? It's filet mignon night. Yuki: Sorry, but I don't eat meat. Tsukumo Ryou: Now, it's not good to be picky. Speaking of which, Momo was the one I invited. Yuki: So you're not satisfied with me? Tsukumo Ryou: Oh, how unthinkable! I am delighted to see you, Yuki. I've always wanted to take my time and chat with you. Tsukumo Ryou: If I recall correctly, you hate sharp objects, correct? And would you look at that, there's plenty of sharp objects in this room! How about I help you conquer that trauma? Yuki: ....... Tsukumo Ryou: I was kidding. Momo would kill me. Oh! That reminds me. You met with Asamiya Tomoe in private, didn't you? Tsukumo Ryou: Did you think you outmaneuvered me? Well, you thought wrong. Chiba Shizuo failed to persuade all of them. Tsukumo Ryou: There are still plenty of people eager to expose Chiba Salon. As long as they have Tsukumo's backup, then they're more than willing to-- ....... Tsukumo Ryou: I need to answer this call. Excuse me. Yuki: Go ahead. Tsukumo Ryou: --Chiba Shizuo's retiring!? What kind of tomfoolery is this.... The press conference already started!? Tsukumo Ryou: Understood.... I'll contact you later. Yuki: Oh? So Shizuo-san's retiring? Tsukumo Ryou: ...... Tsukumo Ryou: Now he's gone and done it. An exposé on an active actor would certainly be the talk of the town, but no one would dare to say anything about a retired actor. It's just like how people who speak ill of the dead are despised. Tsukumo Ryou: He sacrificed himself and retired so that his adorable little son wouldn't get scorched by the flames. That's the world's beloved Chiba Shizuo for you! Bravo! (5) Yuki: ....... Tsukumo Ryou: Was this your doing? Yuki: It's a secret. Tsukumo Ryou: Ahaha.... This doesn't pose a problem at all. None whatsoever. While the speed at which I will attain domination has fallen, that doesn't change the fact that Hoshikage is growing weaker. Tsukumo Ryou: After all, Chiba Shizuo was Hoshikage's bread and butter, but now he's retiring. It's like swapping out a fast-acting poison for a slower one. Tsukumo Ryou: ......But, you know what, Yuki? I am very, very irritated right now! Yuki: Why don't you try your hand at a disentanglement puzzle right now? Perhaps it will be for the best, since you might fly into a fit of rage then die an agonizing death. (6) Tsukumo Ryou: Oh, how cold.... I never thought I'd be hated by a star! How shocking! Yuki: I've been irritated for much longer than you have. I've hated you ever since the very beginning. Can I go home now? Tsukumo Ryou: Of course you can. Do come over again sometime, Yuki. I'll have an extraordinary surprise waiting for you. Yuki: ......Surprise? Tsukumo Ryou: It's a secret. Look forward to it.

Isumi Haruka: ....... Natsume Minami: The skies are clear tonight. And the way the stars are lined up forebodes chaos across the entire world. Inumaru Touma: Aren't they talking about us, then? Where's Torao? Natsume Minami: Perhaps he's running late because of a date. Midou Torao: Hey. Sorry for the wait. Inumaru Touma: Don't 'hey' me. Can you at least try to be on time? Natsume Minami: Who was your date tonight? Midou Torao: A lonely, sleepless singer. Minami, how's the song coming along? Natsume Minami: It's almost complete. He and I have been working on this song together, from back when I was in Northmare. Inumaru Touma: Well, I wanna sing it soon. Ya feel, Haru? Inumaru Touma: Huh...? Whatcha lookin' at? Isumi Haruka: All of the fools flooding this town. Isumi Haruka: We'll turn what they see as gems into trash. Isumi Haruka: Kujou Ten.... I'm going to drag you off stage.

To be continued....

Translation notes/comments:

thank u @kuriiii as usual for proofreading!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(1) Yamato (大和) is indeed what Japan was called before it was called Japan (Nihon). Exact same kanji characters as Yamato's name. (2) THROWBACK TO PART 2 CHAPTER 2.1 MUCH ???  (3) hijiki gohan - rice mixed with hijiki seaweed and other ingredients! here is a recipe and also pictures that make me sad becuase I cannot eat pixels, alas  (4) HODOHODO / 'MODERATION' REFERENCE IM SO EMOTIONAL , so technically yea i repeated mitsu’s line twice but the moderation line alone sounded kinda weird to me so yea (5) technically ryou says "showered in sparks" but i dampened the 体を張って part so i needed 2 up the melodrama elsewhere in the sentence HAHA (6) 知恵の輪 refers to the human knot game thing they make u do as a very uncomfortable icebreaker in college / that children's game OR disentanglement puzzle (wire-and-sticks puzzle) OR literally it means 'circle of knowledge.' kinda interesting to note, since technically ryou was trying to expose/detangle a 'ring of knowledge' (chiba salon). that’s just my interp tho!

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

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The Bloodstained Corporal

There are worlds that exist as a result of the worst things happening...

The Bloodstained Corporal

A dreary day in New Los Angeles found Kruse in the last place he wanted to be. At least that’s what he always told everyone. It didn’t matter how hard he tried though, he always found his way back here. There was nothing he could do. That’s what so many people told him. That’s what so many people told themselves. But he refused to accept that. There was always something that could be done. Always. Yet here he stood, watching the Outfitters Test Hangar as the reconstruction continued.

The warnings, the lights, the yells, the panic, the fear.

All so deeply ingrained in his head.

But none of it compared to the scream and the tears that followed.

Feeling tears roll down his cheeks he cursed himself, wiping them away.

He had no right to cry over this. It wasn’t his loss.

“Kruse.”

Turning, he saw Elma. Her very presence was still enough to lift his mood.

Walking towards him, she put her arms around him.

“You just have to be here. Don’t you?”

Kruse nodded.

“I try not to be but…next thing I know I’m on my way here…”

There was a long silence before he looked at Elma again.

“I still feel guilty.”

“Kruse…”

He was all set to argue for how he felt when Elma put a finger on his lips, silencing him.

“I understand…despite everything. Of course you’d feel guilty. I wasn’t even there and I…there’s this weight in my chest that won’t go away…”

As she took her finger away, all Kruse could do was nod.

“How long were you out there this time?”

“Three days.”

Elma shook her head.

“Kruse. At this rate you’ll kill yourself before you find her.”

“I know. I know…I still remember the argument we had after the last time…I took naps when I could. I was careful.”

Elma allowed a small smile to come to her face before she leaned her head on Kruse’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a team with you?”

“She’s my Sister. It has to be me. I have to find her.”

Elma nodded “I knew you’d say that…”

Unable to stand looking at the ruined building any longer, Kruse began his walk back to the Administrative District, Elma at his side.

“Kruse…there is another matter…”

“I know. The Harriers…”

“The BLADEs. Kruse. BLADEs from all divisions are being slaughtered. Entire teams…”

The pair continued to walk in silence. A Tyrant had popped up on BLADE HQ’s radar. A new incredibly hostile one. A team of Pathfinders stumbled across it and it wiped them out. The audio logs of the attack were found and what was heard was bone chilling.

BLADEs were ordered to be more careful. Things seemed to be proceeding as normal until a report came in from a Curator team. After a long day of work they were returning to a base camp to rest and found the entire camp filled with dead BLADEs. The Tyrant was hunting them.

The mission to deal with this fearsome foe was given out to Harrier teams…and no one who went out looking for it ever came back. Chausson and Nagi argued over whether they should open the mission to everyone or keep it restricted, for only the most elite teams.

As much as they argued, every passing day only proved one thing: it didn’t matter what they chose or who took on the task; any BLADE that stepped outside the city was a target.

It was one of the catalysts to Kruse and Elma’s argument last week. Kruse had to find his sister. He had to find Jaynix. After the accident she disappeared and he would not rest until she was back in New Los Angeles.

Elma couldn’t stand Kruse going out into any of Mira’s regions on his own, placing himself in mortal danger. She knew it was for his sister. For Jaynix. She loved Jaynix too, but what could Kruse do for her if he died trying to find her?

“Doug and Bozé are the best of the best, Elma. They don’t need me and I’m sure there are other Harriers…other BLADEs out there that can handle this Tyrant. For all the fierce foes we’ve encountered, we’ve beaten them all…and I honestly doubt I could be of any help in my current state…”

Kruse shook his head thinking about Doug and Bozé asking him to come along, multiple times. He couldn’t bring himself to, not while Jaynix was still out there. He had to find her, he had to take care of her. It’s affected him so much he knew he’d be nothing more than a liability on the battlefield, especially against something like this.

Elma put a hand on his shoulder “Its fine Kruse. Doug and Bozé understand…they’re not judging you and they aren’t upset. It’s just that…for all the monsters and enemies that we’ve faced…even the strongest ones have never managed to kill this many BLADEs in such a small amount of time. Every day the body count grows by entire teams and it doesn’t seem to be slowing down…”

The pair continued walking, every word from Elma’s lips was true. Kruse knew this, despite removing himself from the situation he saw it. The despair in the face of countless BLADEs when only 3 of the 7 teams that went out returned.

“Last I heard it sounded like the Tyrant was moving towards Noctilum…is that where Doug and Bozé are headed?”

Elma nodded “However their mission isn’t to kill it. BLADE lacks any sort of credible Intel on this Tyrant since it’s murdered everyone. The only thing we’ve managed to grasp from the audio logs of various attacks is that it’s fast. No one sees it until it’s too late. In an attempt to turn that around, Doug and Bozé are going to be trying to track it so that they can observe it. Bozé insists that they engage it for a brief moment to get a better read on its strength before retreating but Doug says that it’s too risky.”

Kruse remained silent, thinking this all over as Elma continued.

“The most disturbing thing about all of this…is the Skells. It doesn’t matter what type of Skell it is and how heavily armed it is…what we find is total destruction. What’s left of the Skells can barely even be considered scrap…”

Kruse looked to Elma; he saw concern, worry and even a little fear. Putting an arm around her, he pulled her close.

“Jaynix would kill me if she saw you looking like you are now. She always threatened me, telling me to make certain that you were happy…it seems I’ve been failing that for a while now. I’m sorry, Elma.”

“Kruse…”

A small smile formed on his face.

“Jaynix is strong. She’s one of the strongest people I know…she’s lived through so much fear and trauma…I know she’s alive out there. I’ll find her. But first I have to uphold my duty to New Los Angeles. To BLADE. To you.”

“Kruse. If you don’t think you should do this-”

Kruse held his hand up, stopping Elma.

“My head may not be screwed on right but I’ve got 24 hours before Doug and Bozé get back from their scouting mission. That’s 24 hours to pull myself together and get ready for the hunting mission that is to follow. We’ll find this Tyrant and together we’ll kill it. Stop the horror.”

Elma took ahold of Kruse’s hand.

“And then we’ll find Jaynix. Together.”

Kruse nodded.

“Together.”

The next day found Kruse sitting in the lower level of the Administrative District across from where Doug usually hung out, drinking. He stared at the space before him waiting for the Harrier to materialize, but he never did.

The time of Doug and Bozé’s return came and went, the four man Harrier team never returned to New Los Angeles. Instead all that came back to BLADE HQ were failed transmissions, a rescue team was sent out immediately and all they found were dead BLADEs and demolished Skells. All four of them.

“Not again…”

Kruse could only shake his head and blame himself. He’d been so wrapped up in his guilt over Jaynix and trying to find her that he’s been ignoring all the other losses around New Los Angeles. Countless BLADEs were dead, some he may have worked with once or twice but many that he knew by name…and now Doug Barrett and Bozé Lowes were added to the list of all those that are gone. Dead.

If he had went, would it have changed anything?

There was no way to know.

“What am I doing?”

Kruse clenched his fists and slammed them into the table before him. Now’s not the time for more guilt. Now’s not the time for more pity. People are dead. People are dying.

“It’s time to stand up and do something about this…”

Standing Kruse turned to find Frye, arms crossed and waiting with a smirk.

“You don’t say?”

“Frye…how long have you been there?”

“Long enough. Listen, Kruse…Jaybird is one of my best pals so I get your issues with what happened…I get your devotion. I do. If it was Phog I’m sure I’d go down the same hole as you…but man you gotta pull yourself out now. For everyone.”

Kruse sighed before nodding his head.

“I know. My only goal was to keep New Los Angeles safe. To keep everyone in the city safe. Human. Xeno. It didn’t matter…I need to stand by that principle again. With everything I have.”

Frye smiled before patting Kruse’s shoulder.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself…Doug and Bozé may be gone but there are still plenty of us standing. Plenty of us ready. You’ve got two incredible Skell pilots ready to join you in taking to the field and ending this Tyrant for good.”

Kruse raised his eyebrow, before he could ask, Irina and Gwin appeared.

“You two…you know what we’re dealing with right?”

Irina couldn’t help but scoff.

“This thing has killed everyone who’s ever come into contact with it. Yeah. We know what we’re dealing with Kruse.”

Gwin nodded before adding.

“But if we don’t step up to the plate and try to deal with it…what then? It’ll just keep killing.”

Kruse took a deep breath.

“What’s stopping it from killing all four of us? What do we have that none of the others before us have?”

Irina stepped forward pulling out a picture and showing it to Kruse. It was a picture of Irina and Jaynix. Gwin and Frye pulled out similar pictures, nodding as Irina spoke.

“We still have to find her. Bring her home. Before we accomplish that goal, nothing is going to kill us. Nothing is going to stop us. So. Kruse. Will you join us in ending this monster so that we can find your sister?”

Kruse looked at the images, seeing Jaynix smiling almost brought him to tears. Taking a moment to recollect himself he looked at the Interceptors before him and nodded.

Kruse, Irina, Gwin and Frye found themselves deep in the forests of Noctilum, their four Skells stomping through the terrain, all eyes alert on all their surroundings.

They’d passed the area where Doug and Bozé’s last transmission was sent out, passing by the charred remains of four Skells. Elma wasn’t overstating it, what was left was hardly recognizable as anything. Normally when out on missions like this the team would be a lively bunch but with the loss of two close comrades and countless more…far too much was weighing on this encounter.

Every rustle of the trees and every shadow that moved was instantly targeted by four Skells. The odds of the Tyrant getting a drop on them was extremely likely no matter how attentive they were to their surroundings. Regardless they knew they had to try their best to lay eyes on it…and they knew that if they engaged it and it escaped their conjoined sights, all four of them would be dead.

Kruse knew that outcome was likely but he also put faith in Frye, Irina and Gwin’s belief that they’d all pull through because Jaynix needs them. They’ve never let her down before and they weren’t starting now.

Kruse took out a picture of him and Jaynix, he stared at his sister’s smiling face. She’s been gone for weeks…he couldn’t even begin to imagine what she looked like right now and he’s seen her after one of her episodes.

It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t judge her. She’s going through what undoubtedly is the worst thing she’s ever felt. He had to believe she was still alive somewhere…Jaynix has never been good at coping with loss. Her emotional and mental state was incredibly fragile but she was always good at keeping herself alive.

Receiving a call from Elma he asked the rest of the team if he should take it.

“Heh. You think you need our permission to talk to your girlfriend Kruse? Go ahead. Take it. If anything happens the three of us are on it.”

Kruse couldn’t help but smile at Frye’s statement as Irina spoke up.

“Hell, best case scenario we take care of this while you’re preoccupied.”

Gwin let out a few laughs at that. Kruse was glad for the lighter mood and it did nothing but reinvigorate his trust in his stalwart comrades.

Taking the call, he let out a calm sigh.

“Hey, Elma.”

“Kruse. I probably shouldn’t be calling but…I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s fine Elma. Nothing has happened yet. We did pass by…Bozé and Doug so chances are we’re getting close.”

There was silence before Elma spoke up.

“You’ll come back, right? I’d be there with you. You know I would…”

“I know. But you’re too important to BLADE, to New Los Angeles, to humanity…”

“You act like I don’t have a mimeosome. If things go wrong I’ll just wake up in my real body.”

“…I suppose that’s true…”

The silence returned before Elma cleared her throat.

“I have been doing my best to track Jaynix’s movements. Based off FrontierNav feeds and the reports of local BLADEs I have her all over Primordia, Noctilum, Oblivia…and some possible sightings even in Sylvalum…hard to pinpoint her but…I’ll have something for you when you get back.”

“I know you will...it’s good to hear your voice, Elma.”

“You too, Kruse.”

At that moment, Frye’s Skell turned around, the Interceptor calling out.

“My scanners just picked something up. Very briefly but something just shot past us.”

Gwin and Irina moved to cover Frye’s blind spots, Kruse taking a deep breath, readying himself.

“I’ve got to go. I love you Elma.”

“I love you too, Kruse.”

Moving into formation, Kruse watched his field of view, carefully.

“How fast did it look?”

Gwin asked to which Frye could only sigh.

“Fast. It was there, and it was gone. The scanners are reporting an error…so even the damn machine is confused.”

“Then we’ll just have to rely on our eyes.”

Irina called out. All four Skells armed their weapons and began moving in unison and maintaining the formation. The BLADEs could feel every emotion possible as the Noctilum forest fell silent. No wildlife. Nothing. Only the occasional rustle of trees as result of a breeze.

“This is unsettling…”

Gwin muttered as he continued scanning everything and anything. Kruse looked down at the picture of him and Jaynix. At her smile.

“Sis. See me through this. See us through this.”

“There! I see it-”

Kruse swung around in Gwin’s direction, a red flash shooting past them. Frye and Irina turned in the direction it vanished and opened fire, Kruse and Gwin watching the other angles. Gwin let loose a volley of missiles from his Skell as the red flash tore across the Noctilum forest floor, leaving a burning trail in its wake.

Kruse charged forward to try to cut it off but missed completely, the forest around him exploding from the attacks of the other Skells. Kruse barely made something out that was moving vertically, quickly he looked up into the air.

“Above us!”

A red flash shot down from the canopy, right at Gwin’s Skell. Skidding to a halt on the ground behind the Skell it shot off just as quickly, dodging the Skell Blades from Irina and Frye.

“Gwin! Get in formation! Gwin!”

Kruse turned to look at Gwin’s Skell, a glowing red mark bisecting the entire machine.

“Gwin!”

Kruse’s Skell barely put its arms up as the other Skell exploded, shrapnel flying everywhere. Frye’s Skell was knocked back by the blast and fell to the floor, Irina’s stumbling back a few steps.

Kruse pulled the Skell arms away from the front to see the scorched remains of Gwin’s Skell.

“Gwin! Gwin!”

Frye’s Skell stood, the man cursing.

“He’s gone. Kruse! Focus on-”

A red flash struck Frye’s Skell, throwing it across the forest floor and into a gathering of trees. Seizing the moment, Irina shot forward and brought her blade down on the Tyrant. Kruse turned to see that Irina’s Skell was being held in place, what looked like a limb was reaching out from the burning red aura, gripping the end of Irina’s Skells’ blade. Stopping it.

“What in the-”

With a loud, ear piercing scream the Tyrant flung Irina’s Skell into Kruse’s, sending both machines rolling across the ground, pieces flying off of them and warning lights going off.

“Get over here you bastard!”

Frye’s Skell crashed into the ground near the Tyrant, swinging its blades as the red flash took off.

Irina and Kruse’s Skells stood up, Irina speaking.

“You alright there Kruse?”

“I am but my Skell is reporting in…nothing good…we can’t fight this thing like this, we have to take it on foot!”

“If it can stop our Skell weapons what hope do our standard weapons have!?”

“We have to do-”

Kruse was cut off, seeing the red flash headed towards them. Quickly he shoved Irina’s Skell out of the way and ejected out of his as the Tyrant ripped through it, the Skell exploding beneath Kruse.

Landing roughly on the ground, Kruse rolled a few feet away as Irina and Frye called out his name. Standing, the Harrier shook himself off.

“I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m still alive…”

Drawing his photon saber, he ignited it and looked around the clearing, his eyes finding a glowing red mass.

“I found it! On me!”

Kruse fell into his battle stance as the Tyrant walked towards him, the red aura beginning to die down, revealing the form of the Tyrant slowly.

Kruse held his breath as he began to make out the body, it was human. It was wearing BLADE Armor, specifically the Raim Skell Armor. The armor was badly damaged, blood and protoplasmic stains covering almost every inch of it.

In the Tyrant’s hand was a longsword, compared to the Tyrant’s armor, the blade was pristine.

The red glow continued to die down, Kruse’s heart stopping. The Raim was the female red variant, it’s not uncommon but his mind instantly went to one conclusion he refused to accept. He had to be seeing things.

But he couldn’t deny what his eyes were looking at as they landed on the Tyrant’s now visible face. Onto her face. Jaynix’s face.

It was Jaynix, her eyes burning brighter than ever, her teeth clenched in anger, and tears falling from her eyes. Her hair was a brighter red than it’s ever been, embers coming off of it and steam rising from all her joints. She had activated Overclock Red and it didn’t seem to be affecting her at all.

Kruse spoke as quietly as he could.

“It’s Jaynix.”

Irina and Frye couldn’t find their words as their Skells stood behind Kruse and registered the Tyrant before them.

“…Jaybird…”

Frye stared at her, part of him was happy to see her. She was dear to him. Irina on the other hand refused to believe it.

“The…the Tyrant that’s been killing BLADEs…that killed Doug, Bozé and Gwin is…Jaynix?”

Kruse’s eyes widened as Jaynix’s grip on her blade tightened. He could see her eyes were not looking at him but at the Skells behind him.

“Frye! Irina! Eject! Now!”

Letting out a horrid scream, Jaynix launched herself at a tree before kicking off it, the tree snapping in two from the force. Kruse watched as Jaynix shot over him towards the Skells, Irina and Frye ejecting from them as Jaynix swung her BLADE, the two Skells splitting in half, exploding and raining debris all over the forest floor.

Irina and Frye rolled to their feet near Kruse, Irina drawing her assault rifle and Frye, his longsword. Taking their battle stances the three watched as Jaynix landed and turned to face them.

Even as she stared at them with unbridled hate, the tears never stopped falling from her eyes. Kruse couldn’t stand looking at her like this but he couldn’t look away.

“Sis…”

Next thing he knew, she was right in front of him, her palm making contact with his chest, the force shaking every bit of his mim. Kruse couldn’t even feel himself react to the blow as his body flew across the forest floor, crashing through at least three trees before rolling across the ground.

Irina turned to the fallen Kruse as he coughed and struggled to stand.

“Jaybird! What are you doing!?”

Looking to Frye, Jaynix gripped her blade tightly and swung, Frye bringing his up to stop the strike. The blow behind Jaynix’s was beyond anything he felt before, pushing him back and away. Jumping, Jaynix kicked Frye in the chest.

The man’s eyes widened in shock as he slammed into the ground.

Jaynix stepped on him, Irina behind her opening fire on her back. Jaynix didn’t even flinch as the bullets struck her, instead turning to face Irina.

“Why Jaynix?”

Screaming Jaynix swung her blade, a powerful force shooting across the ground and catching Irina. Lifting her off the ground and throwing her through the air. Hitting the ground, Irina felt pain flare up all over her body and groaned.

Kruse was now standing, shaking his head. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Jaynix…this whole time, it was you. Why?”

Jaynix shot at Kruse, this time he was ready. Standing he brought his Photon Saber up, catching her longsword, however just like Frye before him, he felt the immense force in her strike, beyond anything he’s ever felt before. He couldn’t hold himself steady and was forced to his knees, desperately trying to push her blade back.

“Jaynix! Why are you doing this? Do you know who you just killed? Who you’ve been killing?”

Jaynix leaned in closer, he could see cuts and bloodstains all over her face, her eyes wide as they stared him down. Filled with unimaginable anger, endless pain and deep sadness. The tears that fell from her eyes continued to flow as she spoke, hate in every word.

“You killed her.”

Jaynix’s free hand grabbed Kruse by the throat and lifted him up.

“You all killed her!”

Kruse dropped his Photon Saber, grasping Jaynix’s arm.

“SAY IT!”

He knew it was worthless to struggle, Jaynix has always been strong but with Overclock active, there was no overpowering her.

“SAY IT! SAY THAT YOU KILLED HER!”

Kruse moved one of his arms, grabbing the Sniper Rifle on his back, the weapon unfolded itself as he brought it around, aiming it at Jaynix’s head. His finger trembling on the trigger.

Jaynix tightened her grip on Kruse’s throat, her anger giving way, her voice breaking.

“You killed Alexa.”

Kruse couldn’t do it. He couldn’t shoot her.

“Why did you kill her?”

“I didn’t. Jaynix…it was an accident. A terrible, horrible accident.”

Jaynix shook her head, several broken laughs escaping her as she threw Kruse into a tree, his sniper rifle falling to the ground.

“An accident? AN ACCIDENT!? A devastating…terrible accident that only killed one person…”

Kruse stood slowly, coughing as he looked for his discarded photon saber. Frye and Irina also standing as Jaynix shook her head

“All that. Everything that happened and the only one we lost was the one who meant the most to me…you all took her from me! You all wanted this! You wanted me to break!”

“No Jaybird. We would never want that. We love you!”

Jaynix turned to Frye and whispered.

“I loved Alexa.”

Kruse dove for his photon saber as Jaynix charged Frye, the man activating Overdrive, narrowly dodging her savage strike. Turning, Frye swung his blade at Jaynix, the woman knocking it away with her own. With his increased senses from Overdrive, Frye threw himself back, avoiding another slash from Jaynix but the force from the blow still rippled through the air, catching him and carrying him away.

Now on his feet and armed, Kruse waited as Irina moved to his side.

“Kruse…”

“…we have to fight…we have to stop her…talk some sense into her…we have to get Jaynix back!”

“What if we can’t?”

The pair was cut off by Jaynix screaming, forced to their knees their hands come up and covered their ears, trying to blot out the bloodcurdling yells. Kruse looked up in time to see Jaynix charging at him, activating Overdrive he stood and caught her blow.

Frye shot in as well, swinging his blade only for Jaynix’s free hand to catch it. Looking between both men, Jaynix clenched her teeth in anger. Irina, now in Overdrive as well aimed her gun at Jaynix’s chest and fired a powerful accelerated round. The attack buried itself into her and exploded, causing the woman to stumble back, Kruse swung and struck her arm. Dropping her longsword, Jaynix yelled as Frye tackled her to the ground, holding her in place with everything he had.

“Jaybird! Snap out of it! We didn’t take her from you! We never would!”

“Listen to Frye, Jaynix! We love you! Both of you! What happened was an accident!”

“Sis. Please. Open your ears. Don’t let the hate control you!”

Screaming, Jaynix smashed her head into Frye, pushing the man off of her. Standing she brought her fist in before striking him in the chest, throwing him into Irina and sending the pair flying. Turning, she dodged Kruse’s multiple strikes before her palm made contact with his chest again, throwing him into the air. He could feel countless things snap and break in him before he even hit the ground.

As he laid on the ground, groaning in pain he knew that the only way to keep up with Jaynix’s out of control Overclock Red was to activate his own Overclock Blue…but unlike her, he’d never grown used to it. If he did it, he’d have to be savage and ruthless otherwise she’d win by virtue of time.

Even so, he didn’t want it to go that far.

“Please Jaynix. Come to your senses.”

Jaynix said nothing as she drew closer. The red glow of her Overclock becoming even fiercer.

“Now or never.”

Before Kruse could activate Overclock, Frye ran in again, his blade slashing through Jaynix’s side. Once again drawing no reaction from Jaynix.

“Frye! Your Overdrive can’t keep up! Step back!”

Jaynix grabbed Frye by the throat and threw him aside. Looking elsewhere, she retrieved her blade and began walking towards Frye as Irina shot countless grenades in her direction. The explosions all around Jaynix drew no reaction from her. It was clear they were causing damage, Jaynix’s mimeosome was leaking and the armor was taking more damage…but it didn’t slow her approach.

“Jaybird! Come back to us!”

Standing, Frye swung his blade, Jaynix let it cut into her. Grabbing Frye’s arm and twisting it, snapping it. Yelling in pain, Frye felt his Overdrive leave him, his arm falling limp at his side and his blade hitting the ground.

Kruse and Irina watched as Frye looked up to Jaynix, any semblance of fear was overpowered by his concern for her as he spoke.

“Jaybird…”

Swinging her blade, she ripped through his mimeosome, the man falling limp to the ground.

Irina stared in shock as Kruse clenched his fists.

It has to be now.

Kruse’s Overclock Blue covered his body, he felt everything within him accelerating beyond its limits. With a yell he shot at Jaynix, their weapons colliding. Kruse’s Overclock had the strength advantage so he pushed through Jaynix’s guard only to find she was able to push back. Her Overclock seemed to be growing stronger, her hate pushing her past any and all limits.

He couldn’t give up, this was his best chance at stopping her.

Jaynix screamed in his face and even in Overclock, the effect was earsplitting.

Breaking the lock the pair jumped away from each other, Kruse charging in first. He had to end this. He had to be on the offensive at all times. He’s sparred with Jaynix plenty of times, he knew her blade work, he knew how flawless it was. What he saw now was not that.

It was a sword carried only by anger, rage, hate and pain. It was simple, brutal and powerful. Kruse was able to stop and redirect many of her attacks but as hard as he tried, he didn’t exploit her openings. The very idea of harming his sister was too much.

Jaynix screamed as her blade ripped through his torso. Instinctually, Kruse thrust forward, his blade cutting through Jaynix. She gasped in shock, looking down at the weapon.

Kruse saw what he had done and released the blade, the saber turning itself off as it hit the ground and he stepped away, his Overclock leaving him.

Jaynix gripped the wound and stumbled back.

“You want to kill me too?”

“No…Jaynix. No. I…”

She brought her hand up to show him the blue stains.

“Then why?”

He was a Harrier. She was a Tyrant. This is how it’s supposed to go yet he felt sick to his stomach.

“Jaynix. Come back to NLA with me. Please. We can help you.”

Jaynix looked at him, her expression being like she just realized he was there.

“Where is Alexa?”

“What?”

“Where is she?”

“Do…do you know what you’re asking?”

Jaynix looked down to the forest floor, shaking her head.

“I don’t know who you are.”

Kruse felt his heart break as she looked back at him, she seemed so lost.

“I don’t know who I am. I don’t even know…who Alexa is.”

“That can’t be true…”

“All I feel…is anger…and all I can remember…is a voice…a woman telling me…that she loves me…everything else is…”

Kruse wanted to embrace his sister, but the Harrier within him was telling him that this was a trick, he’d get close and be exactly where she wanted him…but the Brother within him was fighting to come out and support his sister.

“Who is…Alexa…why does saying her name hurt me so much?”

Kruse watched Jaynix as her gaze looked elsewhere, she seemed so lost. Which was a drastic change from the expression of hate and pain she wore earlier.

Then, just like that, she stared at Kruse again and became angry.

“Jaynix?”

“Bring her back to me!”

Screaming she charged Kruse who retrieved his Photon Saber just as she kicked him in the side, sending him through the air again. This time she followed and kicked him again, slamming him into the floor with immense force.

Jaynix’s attention moved from Kruse to Irina, who still had her rifle aimed at her, but was losing her will to continue the fight. It all seemed so hopeless.

“Jaynix. Please. We can help you. Back in NLA. We can…we will. Like we always have.”

Jaynix began laughing as she charged Irina, tearing the gun away from her grip and snapping it in two before grabbing Irina by the throat and throwing her into a tree, the woman falling to the ground, hard.

As Kruse lay on the ground himself, he realized what was going on. He realized what had happened to Jaynix. His Sister was broken. Completely broken. The death of Alexa had torn apart everything that was keeping her mental state in place. All the safeguards. Everything was gone. Her emotions, her traumas and her fears were running rampant in her mind.

The Harrier within him said that she was a lost cause. Killing her would be a mercy.

But the Brother begged Kruse to try.

Standing he addressed her, ignoring all the physical and emotional pain he felt.

“Jaynix. What happened was terrible…it broke you…I know recovery seems impossible after everything you’ve done but…I have to believe that we can still help you. That the Jaynix I know is still in there and begging to come back to NLA. You’ve lived through too much to give up now Jaynix. Please.”

Jaynix turned from Irina, addressing Kruse.

“The only thing I can feel…is pain…and the only way I can bear it is by killing…and I love killing.”

Kruse watched Jaynix as she approached him wearing a sadistic smile and asking.

“Where is Alexa?”

Kruse closed his eyes, a tear escaping as he picked his photon saber up again.

With a bloodcurdling scream, Jaynix charged him, he prepared to respond in kind when she froze in front of him.

Kruse looked past Jaynix to Irina who was holding her knife out. She had taken control of Jaynix.

“Kruse! Now is the only chance you’ll get! You have to stop her! For good!”

Kruse looked at Jaynix, who was struggling with all her might to break the hold that Brainjack had on her.

He had to do it. He knew he had to.

Raising his photon saber he told himself to make it quick. Mercy. This was mercy. This wasn’t murder. He wasn’t killing his sister. He was being a Harrier. He was being a BLADE.

“Kruse! Now!”

Yelling he buried the BLADE in her shoulder, pushing it through her as best he could, Jaynix’s screams breaking his resolve to follow through.

Angered and in pain, Jaynix turned and shot a glare at Irina who dropped her knife, hands moving to her head. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Quickly Jaynix grabbed the Photon Saber in Kruse’s hands and crushed it before striking him, pushing him away. It was a small push but the force threw him farther away than he expected, slamming into a tree he slid to the ground and watched Jaynix stomp over to Irina.

She’d opened her mind, allowed all her fears and traumas to flow through the connection into Irina’s head. The Interceptor couldn���t keep up with all the pain and hate.

“Jaynix! Jaynix, she’s your best friend! Jaynix!”

Kruse could only watch as Jaynix ran her blade through Irina.

He sat there in shock. Eyes moving from Irina, to Frye and to the remains of Gwin’s Skell.

His brain still refused to accept what just happened.

Jaynix turned to face him, pulling her blade out of Irina she began walking towards him.

He felt nothing as he watched her come closer.

He wanted to accept what was going to happen.

But as he closed his eyes, he saw Elma.

If he let himself die here, who would be left to stop Jaynix?

Entering Overclock Blue again he flashed over to Frye’s discarded longsword, picking it up and aiming it at Jaynix. What he had to do next, he didn’t want to…but he had to.

Tears falling from his eyes, he took the photo of him and Jaynix out of his pocket and looked at it. After a few moments he let go of it, letting it fall to the ground. He looked from the discarded picture to Jaynix who began sobbing and screaming for Alexa. Asking where she was. And telling her, that she loved her, with everything she had.

Falling into his stance he waited as Jaynix focused her gaze on him. Letting loose a rage filled scream, she charged him. Yelling back he met her assault, their red and blue auras colliding, bathing the Noctilum forest in a white light.

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Bears beat Vikings, tighten grip on NFC North

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CHICAGO — No doubt about it now, the Bears really are serious about winning the NFC North.

Khalil Mack had a sack and fumble recovery, Eddie Jackson returned an interception for a touchdown and Chicago tightened its grip on the division with a 25-20 victory over the second-place Minnesota Vikings on Sunday night.

Mack and Jackson led a dominant effort by the defence. And Chicago (7-3) took a big step toward its first division championship since 2010.

The Bears won their fourth in a row, their longest streak since a six-game run in 2012. Chicago finished 10-6 that year, missed the playoffs and fired coach Lovie Smith after that season.

“You’ve got to understand the situation, facing a division opponent, knowing we’re going to face them twice a year,” Mack said. “We’ve got to make that jump and you (saw) it today. It’s knowing what’s at stake. Everybody showed up ready to play.”

The Monsters of the Midway simply dominated Minnesota on Sunday, taking out the defending division champions after beating three struggling teams — the New York Jets, Buffalo Bills and Detroit Lions.

The Bears also have victories the past two weeks over NFC North opponents after dropping 10 in a row against division foes.

“This isn’t about proving, I don’t think for us, as much as it is about our guys just learning that they can trust one-another,” coach Matt Nagy said. “When you stick together through the highs and the lows and you work as hard as our guys do together and you listen to the coaches and the coaches listen to the players — there’s a collaboration — you then get a chance to be in a situation like this tonight, to play in front of the whole world.”

Chicago suffocated the Vikings (5-4-1), with big advantages in total yards (308-268) and time of possession (34:29-25:31) even though quarterback Mitchell Trubisky had his difficulties.

“They’re a good defence, but a lot of times we hurt ourselves,” Vikings receiver Adam Thielen said.

The Bears were leading by eight midway through the fourth quarter when Jackson picked off a pass from Kirk Cousins that was intended for Laquon Treadwell. His 27-yard TD return and a 2-point conversion pass from Trubisky to Adam Shaheen made it 22-6.

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Cousins then threw a 13-yard TD to Aldrick Robsinon and a 2-point conversion to Adam Thielen, making it 22-14. But Cody Parkey kicked to 48-yard field goal with 2:48 left. And the Bears hung on from there.

Trubisky was 20 of 31 for 165 yards and a touchdown. But he was intercepted two times by Anthony Harris.

Parkey shook off a performance unlike any other by making all three of his field goal attempts. It was a big improvement over the previous week, when he hit uprights four times while missing two field goals and two extra points against Detroit.

“We all believed in him in the locker room,” Trubisky said. “There was never a doubt. … I’m happy for Cody. He was big-time tonight. He delivered for his team and put some points on the board when we needed them. They were crucial and he did a heck of a job.”

Cousins was consistently under pressure and finished 30 of 46 for 262 yards. He threw two touchdowns in the final 4:51 and got intercepted two times.

“It was a balance at times,” Cousins said. “They weren’t necessarily getting a sack, but they were affecting my arm. And at other times the protection was holding up fine and (we) were getting the ball out. I think it was kind of everything across the board. Sometimes, it was a rusher on the edge, sometimes it was a rush inside, it was a game, a stunt, different things.

Stefon Diggs had 13 catches for 126 yards and a TD. But the Vikings came up short after winning four of five.

EARLY LEAD

Parkey nailed a 33-yard field goal down the middle on Chicago’s first possession, drawing a loud and maybe sarcastic roar from the crowd. It was a promising start for a kicker lampooned by Jimmy Fallon on “The Tonight Show.” Chicago TV stations even sent helicopters to shoot footage when he practiced at Soldier Field on Wednesday night.

Mack gave the crowd more to cheer near the end of the first quarter when he jarred the ball from Dalvin Cook and recovered at the Chicago 15, stopping a scoring threat.

The Bears added to their lead midway through the second when a sliding Anthony Miller hauled in an 18-yard touchdown from Trubisky. That capped the league’s longest touchdown drive this season in terms of plays (13) and time (7:13).Trubisky then hit Josh Bellamy in the end zone to make it 11-0, after Chicago opted to go for two rather than have Parky attempt an extra point.

Parkey nailed a 41-yarder with room to spare in the closing minute of the half to make it a 14-point game. The Vikings then drove to the Chicago 32. But with Leonard Floyd bearing down on him, Cousins unleashed a wobbly heave that Adrian Amos picked off with on one else near him.

REMATCH

The Bears and Vikings face off again on Dec. 30 at Minnesota.

INJURIES

Bears: LB Aaron Lynch and TE Adam Shaheen both left the game with concussions.

UP NEXT

Vikings: Host Green Bay on Nov. 25.

Bears: Visit Detroit on Thursday.

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Yamato Nikaido Xmas Magic Rabbit Chat Part 4: To Your Moody Self

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Tsumugi: Yamato-san, good work today! I couldn't take my eyes off you as you moved in sync with the projections and sounds..!

Yamato: Good job.

Yamato: The staff who came up with the performance did all the real work. We were just set dressing.

Tsumugi: Of course the production team that came up with such a lovely show is amazing, but I think what you did must've been difficult as well.

Tsumugi: I'm really glad all three groups' performances were successful!

Yamato: As long as you're satisfied.

Yamato: I got a little worried when I heard that Tama was looking after some kid who got lost (lol)

Tsumugi: It's a good thing he made it in time for the show..! I didn't expect Sogo-san to find the child's mother ><

Yamato: Apparently the boy told Tama that he came there with his mom and sister, and Sou found people who fit the description.

Yamato: It's pretty easy to tell when someone's looking for something.

Tsumugi: He was amazing as usual...

Yamato: He didn't want the staff to look down on Tama for being late. He used to do that a lot in the past, after all.

Tsumugi: They care about each other so much, yet they're so prone to misunderstandings...

Yamato: Isn't that why you sent Tama that "The TRUTH behind the misunderstanding" message? He was pretty excited about it, since he thought you'd come up with a Silver Sky pretend game (lol)

Tsumugi: That wasn't what I meant..! lol

Yamato: That's just another thing that makes him cute.

Yamato: First he falls into a pit trying to shield Sou during our escape game, and today he makes sure that his snowmen don't scare the crap out of any kids by wrapping some of the ribbons from the trees around them.

Tsumugi: There was an air of kindness to his performance, as well..!

Choices/outcomes:

1. What was the most memorable part of the show?

Yamato: Yuki-san's role as the cool wizard who makes impressive auroras for people. He kinda looked like he could really do magic, it was scary. If Yuki-san really could use magic, I bet he'd turn me into a toad.

2. How did you like performing with TRIGGER and Re:vale?

Yamato: It was pretty cute that despite his looks, Tsunashi-san was a gentle sorcerer who made ice flowers. It's so unfair when a hot guy's nice, too. Me and Tama both took one look at Momo-san and Yuki-san before going "they're final bosses" (lol)

3. Did you have any trouble during the show?

Yamato: My torso was all sweaty, but my arms and legs were freezing... Also, I snapped my fingers so much that they hurt (lol)

Yamato: Nagi looked pretty impressive flying around with those wires, too.

Tsumugi: His limbs are very long, so he looked very pretty!

Yamato: Riku flew around too, but Ichi and Kujo were staring at him pretty intently (lol)

Tsumugi: I didn't know that! They must've been worried...

Yamato: Probably, but I gotta wonder how Riku doesn't suffocate from their overprotectiveness.

Yamato: If those three formed another unit together, I don't think it'd end well.

Tsumugi: What about you, Yamato-san? Did you ever have trouble within your unit?

Yamato: Thanks to you, my unit was all adults...

Yamato: It seems like Yaotome and Mitsu have been hanging out lately, so I doubt they're on bad terms.

Tsumugi: I heard that they're movie buddies! Mitsuki-san really does have great social skills.

Yamato: Nagi should probably follow his example and socialize more, too (lol)

Tsumugi: I think that might make me feel a bit lonely, though >< lol

Yamato: Yeah, same.

Tsumugi: Ah, really!? I thought you'd disagree!

Yamato: Nah, as annoying as he can be, Nagi's kind of like a dog.

Yamato: Wouldn't you feel lonely if you thought a dog was only friendly to you, but then you saw it being friendly to someone else?

Tsumugi: I would...

Yamato: It's like that for me.

Tsumugi: You have a strange way of expressing your love... 

Yamato: I wouldn't call it love, though!?

Tsumugi: On the other hand, you're like a cat. Moody, and it feels like you'll run off somewhere and never return if we ever let you out of our sight. 

Yamato: Nagi said something similar... He told me not to leave. As if I have anywhere else to go, anyway.

Tsumugi: That may be true, but... 

Yamato: Gee, maybe Nagi and you are the overprotective ones around here (lol)

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Sogo Osaka 12 SONGS GIFT Rabbit Chat Part 3: Tell Us, All Stars! 1

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Tamaki: So-chan, hbd!!!

Momo: (* ’ U ^)ノ+。*∞ Happy Birth Day ∞*。+\(^ U ’ *)

Mitsuki: Sogo, happy birthday!!

Yamato: Sou, happy birthday.

Riku: Sogo-san, happy birthday!

Nagi: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Iori: Osaka-san, happy birthday.

Gaku: Happy birthday. I'm looking forward to  your 12 SONGS GIFT, too.

Ryunosuke: Sogo-kun, happy birthday! Let's get along like we always do!

Tenn: Happy birthday, Sogo Osaka.

Sogo: Thank you, everyone.

Banri: Happy birthday, Sogo-kun. We'll have your party after the 12 SONGS GIFT solo live.

Rinto: Thank you for the invitation. Happy birthday.

Kaoru: Happy birthday. Treasure your youth. It'll be gone before you know it.

Yuki: Sogo-kun, congratulations.

Sogo: Thank you. It's an honor to be celebrated by you all.

Tsumugi: 

Tsumugi: Thank you all for celebrating Sogo-san!

Riku: How did your screening go, Sogo-san?

Sogo: It was a lot of fun. But I'm nervous about having everyone listen to it. I don't know how they'll react...

Yamato: It's a song you and the selection commitee picked. I'm sure they'll only have good things to say about it.

Sogo: Thank you. It's a relief to hear that.

Tamaki: So what kinda song is it?

Sogo: I want it to be a surprise. But it's a song that someone who's in a band and listens to my radio picks made while knowing that I'd choose it for sure.

Yuki: What a braggart. So, were they right on the mark?

Sogo: Yes, they were...

Yuki: Awesome. That's bound to make you smile, alright.

Tamaki: Does it really make you that happy?

Tamaki: I get that it's nice when other people make songs for you, though.

Sogo: In your case, it would be like if someone said they made a pudding you're sure to like, and then you ate it and it turned out you did like it.

Tamaki: Oh. That'd make me smile for sure.

Ryunosuke: I'm glad you found a good song! I look forward to hearing  your solo.

Sogo: Thank you. I'll do my best.

Ryunosuke:

Sogo: 

Tsumugi: I hope  you all look forward to Sogo-san's "Maybe"!

Tsumugi: Sogo-san, since it's your birthday, have you thought of things to ask everyone that you normally can't?

Sogo: Thank you. I wasn't sure what to ask, so I wrote questions down on my phone's notebook.

Sogo: But now, my most dominant feeling is "We don't need questions. You and I are soulmates."

Iori: You certainly seem excited, Osaka-san!?

Mitsuki: That's cool!

Riku: Sogo-san always acts like a rockstar after our lives!

Gaku: I feel the same way, Osaka.

Tenn: Gaku doesn't even need a live to act like that. Go ahead.

Nagi: But this is such a rare opportunity. I want to hear Sogo's questions.

Momo: Exactly! Sogo's always so considerate that I want him to be able to ask anything tonight!

Sogo: In that case, could I ask you about things you said that I didn't undertand and was confused about later?

Tamaki: Just ask that when we say those things.

Yamato: You can ask that anytime...

Sogo: I'm sorry... Then how about something awkward that I can only ask right now?

Iori: I'm a bit scared about being asked something like that...

Nagi: Many of the things Sogo thinks of as awkward are usually not, so I see no problem with this.

Momo: We want him to have a fun and relaxing birthday, so shouldn't he ask something related to that?

Sogo: You may be right... I can't choose... What do you think, manager?

Tsumugi: Me!? Let's see...

Choices/outcomes:

1. The questions about things you didn't understand, maybe?

Sogo: I'd like to ask those, but they're about really minor things, so I might get laughed at. I should consider my other options...

2. The awkward questions, maybe?

Sogo: I should take this chance to ask them. But since everyone took the time to get together for my birthday, I do't want to make things uncomfortable...

3. I like Momo-san's suggestion!

Sogo: Questions about how to relax on my birthday? I'd certainly like to take the load off for my birthday.

Sogo: After much trouble, I've finally decided.

Mitsuki: Oh, you've got your questions in order?

Sogo: Yes. I'm usually worried about if people really like spending time with me, specifically.

Sogo: Even if I was the one invited, I end up wondering if someone else wasn't a better choice to take to a restaurant, for example...

Banri: You're just fine, Sogo-kun!

Kaoru: You're fine! Don't worry!!

Rinto: I think you ought to be more proud of the fact that you're the Sogo Osaka from MEZZO"!

Sogo: T-thank you.

Sogo: That's why I want you to tell me a time or place you like being with me. Once I know what it is, I'll no doubt have an easier time joining you.  

Tsumugi: Alright! So the questions will be about "Times and Places That You Want to Enjoy With Sogo Osaka!"

Sogo: Yes. I'd like that.

Tsumugi: Well then, go ahead, Okazaki-san!

Rinto: A place I'd like to go with Sogo-kun, huh. There isn't a place I wouldn't enjoy with someone as courteous as him, but...

Rinto: How about having tea on the terrace of a beautiful hotel? That'd make me feel really elegant!

Kaoru: That's something every Sogo Osaka fan would like to do. Aren't you supposed to answer something he could do while at work?

Sogo: No, I don't mind if it's off work. Thank you, Okazaki-san.

Rinto: 

Tsumugi: It'd be very soothing to see Sogo-san and Okazaki-chan have a chat on a café terrace! Anesagi-san, you're next!

Kaoru: Right. Having the IDOLiSH7 boys with me when visiting dressing rooms would be a big help. They have good manners, they don't overstay their welcome, and they don't get too friendly.

Sogo: Thank you. It's a relief to hear you say that.

Riku: I wonder which one of them overstays their welcome?

Tamaki: I wonder which one of them's got bad manners

Gaku: I'm always welcome.

Ryunosuke: Having IDOLiSH7 around makes things more exciting, Sogo-kun included!

Tenn: Whenever we've released a new song, it feels like Sogo Osaka just won't stop talking about it, though.

Tsumugi: Anesagi-san, thank you! Banri-san, go ahead!

Banri: Having Sogo-kun around has never bothered me. On that note, I guess I like driving around with him?

Banri: It's fun to talk and sing with him, and when he falls asleep, it makes me feel happy and trusted.

Sogo: Thank you. I feel very comfortable spending time with you, too.

Yuki: That's good.

Banri: 

Tsumugi: Thank you! Yuki-san, you're up!

Yuki: With me it doesn't have anything to do with Sogo-kun himself, but on whether I feel like being around people or not.

Yuki: Usually, I'm fine having him around. And I'll tell people if I don't want them to talk to me, anyway.

Sogo: I understand. Thank you, Yuki-san.

Momo: Yukiii, don't be so cold!! (´;ω;`) You usually talk about Sogo way more than this! You need to let him know that!

Banri: Sorry, Sogo-kun. We're trying to take this question seriously. Come on, do it over.

Yuki: When I make spicy food, I'd like for you to eat it with me ^^

Sogo: T-thank you very much!

Tsumugi: Thank you, Yuki-san! Momo-san, go ahead!

Momo: I'd rather hang out with him when I'm not busy! I feel like I could really relax with Sogo~ (*´-`*)

Momo: But it doesn't mean that he's not allowed to come talk to me when I am busy! \《゜Д゜》丿

Sogo: Alright. Thank you, Momo-san.

Tsumugi: Thank you! Tsunashi-san, you're next!

Mitsuki: Ah, hold on! Looks like someone's here!

Nagi: 

Nagi: Most likely the goods I ordered. I shall go accept the receipt.

Riku: What did you buy?

Nagi: A 7-piece set of extra large cushions :-))))

Mitsuki: Where are you planning to put them!? Probably my room, again!!

Tsumugi: In that case, let's take a small break! We'll resume when Nagi-san returns!

Sogo: Got it. Let's do that.

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