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ashleyh713fanfics · 3 months

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P2

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed. Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister. Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath. Part 2/3

Read Part One Here: https://www.tumblr.com/auranova713/741634729746612224/dazai-x-odasakusister-timeless-p1

Another one of his victims' screams filled the space before he was silenced permanently as Dazai blankly put his gun back into his holster before exiting the room in pure silence. Mori had given him extra work to “keep his mind busy” in order to not attempt another suicide in the wake of Odasaku’s death but the boy just found it boring.

In fact, he found everything boring. The guy he was torturing didn’t even show him anything interesting. He didn’t make any fun expressions or say anything of note. It was all just run of the mill screaming and cursing. Sigh.

Moving out into the hallway, the boy then wandered into the next place on his schedule in order to go inside the meeting room and slump into the chair with a childish groan. “Mori, I’m bored. That guy was the worstttt.”

The mafia boss only chuckled though, his fingers resting under his chin like they usually did. “Apologies Dazai. I’ll make sure to find you something more interesting to play with next time.”

Pouting his lips, the boy frowned. “You’re just saying that so I won’t attempt another suicide again. It’s not fair! You sneaky man. So evil.”

Once again, Mori only laughed, already used to Dazai’s dark words. “You aren’t wrong there. I guess I just wanted to bring you back to your usual self after you’ve been off the last week. Of course I know why but I need my executive to remain sharp.”

Giving the man a warning eye for a split second at the vague mention of Oda, the boy then quickly threw it away in order to kick his feet under the table. “Ughhh fine. This meeting better be interesting at least.”

Spoiler alert, the meeting wasn’t interesting in the slightest. They just talked about a string of uprisings in the area that were challenging the port mafia. Blah blah basic stuff really.

See, this was the problem with Dazai. His world always spun far too fast for anyone to comprehend. It was like everyone else was constantly moving at a snail's pace and the boy found it a pain to slow down even for a millisecond.

He was sharp, calculating and observant, more than anyone else could be. And in a way he wished that wasn’t the case, finding the experience boring and dull. Nothing could interest him for long enough for him to care. The entire world was just a toy he threw away time and time again.

Any conversation he held was already finished before he could even speak, every move from an enemy was deciphered in a millisecond of them thinking it. It was all so boring. Everything, everyone. He was numb to it all.

And sure, there were things that remedied that. Alcohol was a vice that temporarily slowed him down but it wasn’t ever enough, sex felt good but was also fleeting in terms of enjoyment and torturing only brought him possible entertainment not fulfillment.

So much so, Dazai didn’t see a point in it all, wanting to just die rather than have to suffer in the mediocrity for the rest of his life. That right, a quick painless death was what was best for him. If only the universe would let him have that.

Cause apparently Mori would not. How annoying.

Couldn’t he see that there was truly no value in living?

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Once his meeting was finished, the boy found himself wandering the streets of Yokohama once more. He was only a couple blocks from the port mafia base but that place was making him antsy. He needed to find something interesting and fast.

Usually he would’ve harassed his idiot partner Chuuya but he was out of the country on a mission which meant that his usual toy wasn’t available. Ah how unfortunate.

Just then, Dazai’s uncovered eye couldn’t help but focus on a very familiar individual, her crimson red hair skipping with her steps as he looked wide eyed wandering through the crowds of people.

And if he didn’t know who she was, the boy would’ve thought she was a tourist with how fascinated and enamored she was with everything.

So much so, the boy couldn’t help but watch her silently, his head turning in interest. He thought Ango had sent her back home last night. But what was she doing here, and so close to the port mafia base?

And he didn’t plan to pursue her, Ango’s deep warning still clear in the back of his head. Well, that was until he watched the girl step into oncoming traffic, her eyes not noticing the red flashing lights at the intersection in the slightest.

At the sight, Dazai’s heart couldn’t help but drop inside his chest as images of Odasaku’s death crashed into him immediately. And though this girl wasn’t him, her similarities made him feel like he was watching his best friend’s death again.

So much so, he lifted his bandaged arm towards her in anxiety, pulling her backwards into his chest just as a car flew past them and across her vision and shouted out the window. “Hey! Watch where you’re walking!”

Asagao then blinked behind her glasses in order to turn around to meet the frazzled boy only for her eyes to light up with that same kind of giddy joy he saw last night. “Oh. Osamu! Nice to see you again! I was hoping we would run into each other soon!”

He paused at the sound of his first name. How odd, no one usually called him that. So informally. Then again, from what he gathered from Ango she wasn’t from around here. Which probably meant she was used to living in a place that used surnames, unlike Japan.

Strangely enough though, the boy didn’t comment on it, finding the name refreshingly different. “You know, if you want to die there are less messy ways to do it. I could give you some pointers if you’d like?.”

Asagao only looked at him confused though, her blue eyes barely noticeable behind her large circular glasses. “Die?”

Yet that’s when Dazai pointed over towards the crosswalk that almost killed her only for her to follow his finger and squint her eyes in silence. Was her eyesight really that bad? But she was wearing glasses.

Then he watched her gasp audibly before nodding her head in understanding. “Ohhhh…so that’s what that red light was. Sorry, I’m not used to the streets here. Back home it wouldn’t be such a problem. Thanks for saving me from being a pancake though, I really appreciate it. That would’ve been embarrassing.”

Well. that confirmed it. Her eyesight really was shit. Dazai wondered why she even made it this far with something like that. Probably out of pure luck from the looks of it.

Which begged the question why she was here in the first place. “Didn’t Ango say he was taking you back?”

And looking at her, he realized that maybe Ango was right after all. She obviously didn’t have the cautious intuition to live in Yokohama, considering she almost died by that truck a couple seconds ago.

The way she was now, he doubted she’d last the rest of the day.

Asa only smiled sheepishly though, a hand to her head in order to answer nervously. “Ah, yeah. But then I kinda..ran away from him..?”

Ran away? Did she just say she ran away from Ango? Oh now that was too good. She slipped out from under him so easily. If only he could see the look on his face when it happened. Honestly good, Dazai knew he deserved the misery.

So much so, the bandaged mafioso's lips curved upwards before giving a short chuckle of his own. “Ha! I bet he’s scrambling right now.”

Although that was when he watched Odasaku’s sister pause for a moment before shifting around on her feet, like she was nervous before finally speaking. “Anyways since you're here you wanna go somewhere with me?”

Dazai felt himself pause then. Just what was her game? No one had ever invited him anywhere before, well without ill intentions. “And why would I do that?”

Asa then looked down for a moment before shrugging her shoulders in order to reply. “Cause you’re bored?”

Feeling himself freeze, Dazai couldn’t help but feel amused by her answer. How did she know he was searching for something to entertain him, something to fill the mundane? It’s like she had read him.

Or it could've been a lucky guess, that was more likely.

Either way, the boy felt himself smile under his breath before reaching forward in order for his fingers to wrap around her arm and pull her forward with a low whisper. “Are you saying you’ll entertain me, darling?”

He meant it as a joke to toy with her, wanting to see her off guard and flustered face from how close the distance suddenly was.

Yet he was certainly surprised when she only nodded her head, like she was accepting some sort of challenge. “I’ll try my best!”

In fact, she didn’t seem bothered by his hold, the boy’s fingers tightening ever so slightly before feeling his lips turn upwards when more, this time in a genuine sign of interest.

Well, would you look at that? Odaskau’s sister had just cured his boredom.

Allowing his fingers to unhook from the sight, the mafioso then stared down at his new entertainment before speaking lightly. “Very well, lead the way.”

Then all at once, he watched the girl practically squeal with delight in order to do some sort of dance with her feet before beaming joyfully. “Ahh! Thank thank you. It’s just this way..I think…”

Turning her body around, the girl was then gasping as she walked straight into a passerby only for her to jump back with a nervous chuckle and bow. “Oops, sorry! Excuse me!”

Dazai couldn’t help but gaze at her with hilarity before following behind with a chuckle.

Oh Asagao, how strange you are. I’ll dig into that brain of yours soon enough.

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The place she took him was towards the edge of town, up on a cliff as it overlooked the entire city of Yokohama. And to some, the purple/pink colored sky would be called beautiful. But to Dazai he didn’t feel the same, only looking down at the distance in order to gauge how much it would hurt if he jumped off.

Asagao, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself. “Whoa, it’s just like brother described it. I can’t believe I’m actually here. Finally, if only it wasn’t too late.”

The girl then looked down with a sad distant smile before turning towards Dazai. “Tell me, Osamu. Is it really as beautiful as I think it is?”

And even though she was looking at the same sky, the boy couldn’t help but see the disconnect in her eyes. It was like she wasn’t truly viewing it, like she was only seeing a blurred vague picture of what it was supposed to be.

Putting the pieces together, Dazai spoke. “Why don’t you take your glasses off and find out? They don’t help you see anyways.”

It was something he figured out the minute she stepped into that oncoming traffic. On the outside it looked like the girl was oblivious to her surroundings but Dazai was smarter than that. He knew there was more to her than meets the eye

And it had everything to do with the large glasses that covered her vision. But what he couldn't figure out is why she was walking around with the wrong prescription? Why was she just going around life unable to see?

His statement didn’t shock Asagao though, her arms leaning against the railing before speaking wistfully. “Now why would I do that? What if it’s not as amazing as I’m picturing in my mind, what if the reality isn’t as beautiful? No, the art of pure imagination is better I think.”

Then, Dazai had his answer. “You wear them on purpose.”

Watching her eyes widen at his words, the girl then lifted her fingers up to the objects before giving a laugh that sounded like relief. “You’re the first person that’s noticed. Usually people just call me clumsy and stupid.”

She then pushed herself back off the railing in order to stretch her arms out as Dazai watched with pure interest for her actions. “Tell me, Osamu. What is the value of life?”

Her question was almost laughable, the boy knowing better than anyone what the truth is. “Easy, there is none.”

And for a second he thought she would disagree with him, that she would tell him he was being silly or unreasonable like everyone else did. That, or they tried to convince them that his answer was false when it clearly wasn’t.

Yet Asagao did none of those things, her eyes simply closing before smiling softly. “That’s right. But what if there could be the possibility of one?”

At that, Dazai paused. The possibility of value? What was she saying? That didn’t make sense. Of course there was no possibility. He had never even thought of one before.

What a naive thing to say.

He opened his mouth to counter before Asa simply knew what he was going to say and beat him to it. “I’m not dumb, I know that the world is cruel, I know that it turns on you in the worst ways. I know that if you truly see what is happening, it crushes you into nothing. If you look at it for too long it will consume you and break you.”

Lifting her head up, the girl then continued plainly. “But what you didn’t have to look at, you didn’t have to perceive it? Then you can see past that, you can imagine something bigger, something better.”

Asa then pointed to her glasses before pushing them up in order to cover her entire face as she finished with pure honesty. “That’s why I choose to be blind, to live life in a blurry uncertain reality. I would rather see existence for how it could be rather than how it is. I want to give the world a chance to be beautiful, and then maybe one day, it actually will be..”

Flashing with some sort of realization, she then muttered under her breath. “Well that, and another reason you’ll find out soon enough..”

And although Dazai wanted to ask her about the other reason, he was far too caught up in the romanticized answer she had given him. How strange, this girl was both self aware and purposely blinded to the way the world worked.

She knew that there was no value and was still searching for one? How preposterous. He knew she’d only find disappointment by doing that. Life wasn’t that gracious, it wasn’t going to show her anything beautiful. She was wasting her time.

Because of that, the boy lowered his eyes, a dark feeling pooling inside his chest at the words. “And what if you never find it, what if there is no value after all?”

He then watched her think for a second before turning towards him with a look of pure confidence. “Well, then at least my life would be filled with sweet delusions rather than horrible realities. I would be able to die with peace.”

Yet a second later, the girl seemed to catch the blank look in Dazai’s eyes before quickly turning away with embarrassment. “I know, you’re looking at me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am. That’s usually the reaction people give me. Either that or they tell me to check into a mental hospital.”

And for a moment, Dazai felt himself pause to really think about her ideals. Sure, maybe a normal ordinary person would look at her like she was crazy but he was far from normal. So much so, the boy couldn't help but mull over the words silently.

Then, he spoke wistfully. “Dying with peace, that’s what I want too.”

All at once, Asagao perked her head up at that, slowly turning back to him only for Dazai to add lightly. “And believing there is a point to it all when there isn’t, it’s an interesting sentiment..”

Turning her head back to him, the girl leaned forward with a new kind of desperation, like she was begging to be understood for once. “You really think so?”

Dazai only nodded his head though, his mind deep in thought. “Yeah, maybe if I looked at life like that then things wouldn’t be so dull all the time. Maybe the world could be something other than boring.”

And he meant those words, never having thought of such a ridiculous thing before. How strange, Odasaku’s sister had said something rather intriguing. He hadn’t felt like that in awhile.

Asagao then frowned before turning her head in question. “Do you think everything is boring?”

Dazai lifted his hands in response, his badges showing through his black jacket. “Of course, because that’s what it is. Nothing has ever surprised me and nothing ever will. That’s why I wanna go as quickly and painlessly as possible, just so it can be over.”

And usually when he told people about his plans to die they looked shocked and confused. Not Asagao though, she only nodded her head like what he was saying was a logical and sound statement.

Pausing for a moment, she then whispered. “But what about my brother, did he surprise you?”

At the mention of Oda, the mafioso felt himself stiffen before a sad smile crossed his lips in memory. “Odasaku was interesting, but he always did as I predicted. With him, I didn’t mind as much though. Moving slowly wasn’t as annoying.”

Those nights at Bar Lupin may have been just as pointless as everything else was but Dazai felt different there. He felt strangely human, more so than ever before. There he could pretend, he could play the part of being a normal fifteen year old kid rather than the brutal demon prodigy he really was.

It didn’t matter if Odasaku was lower in rank than him, the man was just his friend. That's all it was to it.

He then heard the girl hum only to find her gazing down as if to search for something invisible.

She was making that face again, the one that looked like she was struggling to find the impossible. “I see..”

And this time, Dazai spoke on it. “You didn’t know him, did you?”

Widening her eyes at his declaration, Asa then turned to him in shock only for Dazai to explain his deduction. “Your eyes look disconnected when you talk about him, like you can’t paint a picture fully no matter how desperately you want to.”

Then she closed her eyes before speaking sadly. “Oda was gone for most of my life and I never blamed him for it. I know the life he lived was dangerous and he didn’t want me in it. I could live with that. He took my place in the darkness so I never had to experience it.”

Playing with her hands, Asa then put them down before continuing. “But when you told me that he died, I realized that I felt…nothing. I couldn’t mourn, I couldn’t even feel grief because my brother was a complete stranger to me. He still is. I have no idea what he was like or who he was.”

It was something that Dazai had figured out since their first meeting. Why else would anyone be so nonchalant about their brother’s death unless they didn’t really know them.

And the way she always spoke about him, it seemed detached and odd.

Opening her eyes once more, the red haired girl then turned towards the mafia executive before staring straight through him. “But you do, Osamu. You poured a drink for him, you knew how precious he was. I’m jealous of it, of the way you knew my brother in a way I never could.”

At that, the boy’s head couldn’t help but feel a strange unexplainable feeling. He felt strange, knowing that she was right. He knew Odasaku better than anyone, better than his own sister, and now that he was dead she would never get the chance to.

Those memories at Bar Lupin were his and his alone. She couldn’t have them so matter how desperate.

His eyes then flashed with realization. So that’s why she said it was okay if he killed her. Because she knew that Dazai was the closest thing she could ever get to seeing her brother. Asagao wanted him to pull that trigger in a desperate attempt to be closer to him.

Snapping him out his thoughts, the girl then pointed to the landscape. “That’s why I came up here. He used to write me letters about his time here, and though I could never send any back I treasured them. I hoped that when I came here I could finally be a bit closer to him, that I could see who he really was.”

He recalled her saying something about that before, Dazai leaning forward in order to pry. “You said that he wrote about me.”

And he tried not to sound desperate but just the idea of getting to have anything else from Odasaku even after his death was enough to make him long for it. New words, new paragraphs. He wanted to know them all.

It seemed like Asago sensed it anyways though, her eyes lifting with interest for the reaction. “Would you like to read them?”

Dazai remained silent at that, not wanting to show his desire only for Asa to kick herself off the railing in order to stroll up to him with a mischievous stare. “I’ll let you, under one condition.”

Her words sounded like blackmail, causing the trained mafioso's shoulders to tense.

Yet that’s when the girl simply lifted her arms out with a goofy smile. “Be my boyfriend.”

And for once, Dazai had not expected that, his eyes blinking with slight disbelief before quickly twisting his lips into a devious smirk.

Poor girl didn’t know what she was asking for. “What, have you fallen for me?”

Asago only nodded her head though, obviously not embarrassed. “You could say that.”

And this time, Dazai couldn’t help but laugh, stalking up to the red haired girl before leaning forward in order to latch onto her chin and pull her forward with dark intent. “You don’t even know who I am though.”

She wasn’t scared in the slightest though, her blue eyes simply narrowing before speaking cocky. “Says you.”

Says you? What a weird way to answer. Dazai knew for a fact that she didn’t know him, cause if she did then she would never be asking the question in the first place. Such confidence for someone that was dead wrong.

Besides, even if she did know he was a brutal mafia executive he highly doubted Odaskau would have agreed to the two of them being together. Nah, he knew he would just ruin her. Sure, it would be fun to watch but the fact that she was his best friend's sister made him resist such an idea.

He then paused for a moment before finally letting up in order to shrug his shoulders. “Well, sorry to disappoint but I’m not in the market for a girlfriend right now, sweetheart.”

Asagao only narrowed her brow in silence though, truly taking his answer to heart before nodding once in order to point a finger and beam. “Alright then, how about a bet?”

Dazai felt his interest peek at that, unable to stop himself. “A bet?”

Taking a step closer to him, the girl then explained “You said that no one has ever surprised you, well I bet by the end of the day I can at least once. If I win you have to be my boyfriend and if you win I’ll show you all of Oda’s letters and never ask again. What do you say?”

And whether she had meant it or not, Dazai’s devious mind couldn’t help but revel in the idea. He loved bets and more than that, he loved winning and seeing the confused and or pissed off look in their way when they found out he was way smarter.

He could almost picture Chuuya’s stupid face when he won all their little rivalries.

And this time, the fact that she was Odasaku’s sister didn’t save her, the demon eying down his prey with a dark smirk. “I’ll have you know I’ve never lost a bet before.”

Asagao wasn’t shaken though, her face unchanging as she hummed. “Well, I’m in luck because betting on impossible chances happens to be a hobby of mine...”

She was cocky, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. Even still, the boy humored her, knowing how sweet it would feel when she lost.

And she would lose, that was one hundred percent certain.

Lifting his fingers out, the mafioso then grabbed her hand forcefully before pushing it up to his lips in a mocking kiss of challenge. “Oh? Well then, show me what you got, darling.”

She didn’t blush though, she didn’t freak out or turn red. The girl simply gasped at the agreement before jumping back with a newfound passion. “Really?! Alright, Let’s go then!”

Yet the moment she turned around, Asagao bumped her entire body into the railing, her steps faltering in order for a couple things to fall out of her pocket as she gasped. “Whoa, who put that railing there, am I right? Ha ha ha. Crazy.”

But because this was the third time of her falling, Dazai only chuckled in order to turn away from her completely. A good person would’ve told her about her missing items but the boy hardly cared, already eager to see her fail miserably.

Part 2/3

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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tecchou, sigma, and oda + dating an affectionate s/o

anon: Hi hi! If you dont mind, can you wrote some hcs for Tetchō, Sigma, and whoever else you want (if you want to) with a s/o whos really affectionate with them?? Tysm!!

a/n: i’m sure these three would love affectionate s/o’s also this was so cute i needed to write some fluff

it’s not that he hates physical affection, it’s just that he’s not used to it since all his friends/co-workers are weird and not the hugging type (except maybe tachihara)

so when you hug him or hold his hand he doesn’t shake you off but just,,, stands there,,, accepting it

okay but if you wrap his arms around yourself tecchou will get the idea and give you a nice little hug and keeps in mind that you like this

he’s not intimidated by the fact that you’re very outwardly affectionate and just accepts it as part of you. that said, he’ll try his best to show his affection too

tecchou shows his affection by giving you little gifts that may seem a little strange and a lot of them are just objects he found that remind him of you

something like a feather he picked up from the ground or a a maple leaf that he had pressed between a book

and he really treasures things you give him, no matter how small they are. once, you got him a shirt and he wore it every single day until it started getting holes along the hem from constant washing

if you like being carried or picked up, tecchou is a stronk boy so he will most definitely let you go on piggyback rides on him

i know in my heart that he’s a bit of an errand boy for the hunting dogs (not in a bad way, he just doesn’t mind errands) so sometimes he asks if you want to accompany him

he’ll walk around the city with you holding his hand while he picks up the laundry and the groceries

touch-starved baby please give him hugs although i feel like he’s the type to freeze up when you hug him just cause he’s not used to it

also the first time you made lunch for sigma he kind of just stared at the lunch box for a bit figuring out what your intention behind it was before finally eating and the food got kind of cold and now he regrets not eating sooner

but your presence just feels so warm and light that it doesn’t take long for sigma to just give in to your gestures of affection

coming home after a long day of working at the casino is just the best feeling in the world for him, especially when you’re finishing up dinner and greeting him with a kiss

he’ll probably lay his head on your chest and rant about his day while you stroke his hair (also small note but he’s the type to fall asleep mid-conversation he’s just that tired)

sigma is a bit extra and he knows you love valentine’s day so ofc he goes a bit all out when you go out for dinner

reserves a table at the best restaurant in yokohama with a view of the sprawling cityscape kind of extra

also loves it so much when you visit him at work and you’re always at his side when he’s making the rounds and talking to his guests

okay but if anyone were to insult his bright ray of sunshine (that’s you) they’re gonna be shown the exit

nobody touches or says bad stuff about his baby and gets away with it

his first instinct around you is really ‘must protect’ and how could he not? it’s entirely due to the life he lives but he’s never met someone who’s as sweet as you

this man also lowkey craves affection so he loves how you are. he loves seeing your face light up when he visits over the weekend and hearing how excited you are when he decides to call you up during work

this man is hella busy but he always always answers your texts 0.01 seconds after you send them

he just wants you to feel heard and appreciated also he gets kinda excited when you text him

physical affection is kind of his favorite thing but he’s too shy to actually ask but you can tell by his face

please offer to let him lie down on your lap and run your fingers through his hair and oda will just be the happiest man ever

that said, he loves showing his appreciation by spending quality time with you whenever he has free time during the weekend

also loves giving you forehead kisses and watching you bounce on your heels and ask him for another one

okay but hugs with oda are just the best hugs and that’s a fact because he’s always super warm and sometimes lifts you up slightly when he hugs

don’t be scared to ask him for hugs because he’ll always give you one no matter where you are and you’re his favorite person to hug

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readerinsertfanfiction · 3 years

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The Stages of... - Nobunaga

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda

Prompt: Happy birthday @mineko811 I hope you have a great day and that you are in overall in a better place! Enjoy some stages of Nobunaga’s relationship progression in a modern AU!

Warnings: Mentions of fire, smoke, crowds and food.

Word count: +1K

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🖤 (black heart): First Impression

“Who are you?” The question came bleary, eyes blurry from daze as you wondered how anyone could sleep through this ruckus and smoke. The music had stopped, the people were crowding if not in panic, and if it wasn’t for you doing one last glance over the bar no one would have noticed the man in black slumped in a corner.

“No time,” you told him, pulling him up by the arm as you dragged him towards what you hoped was the emergency exit. “Just hold on,” you encouraged the stranger as you stumbled, praying that this one good deed wouldn’t go punished.

Nobunaga thought you were foolishly heroic for pulling him out of the bar like that. With the fire blazing as the business went down. But he wouldn’t be able to tell you so for a little while.

💜 (purple heart): Introduction

“Nobunaga Oda,” he introduced himself with confidence a few months after. Your blank stare told him that you had no idea who he was, or what he wanted from you, earning another side smile.

“You saved me in that bar,” he told you, and the recognition that lit up afterwards relieved him. It had taken some string pulling to track you down from his hospital bed, Hideyoshi refusing to let him go until all of the scans were clear and his injuries had healed. Luckily there was Mitsuhide and his questionable sources, which eventually led him to you. You who had already forgotten his face and had moved on with your life.

“I want you at my side,” Nobunaga claimed, and your face fell as your mouth dropped, taken aback at the man who had taken an interest in you.

💙 (blue heart): Understanding

“Why are you chasing me?” you had asked him one day and Nobunaga had shrugged at the question, acting casually about it. It had been something so integral to his life that the man had nearly forgotten how uncommon it was for anyone else.

“I felt that I can trust you,” was his answer, and your eyes narrow at the man still dressed in black, a little confused and not entirely sure what to make of it. You had met Hideyoshi, you even met Mitsuhide. If he didn’t trust them, who did he trust?

It dawned upon you that, even in the modern world, the proverbial sword in the back was just as common as the fact that war had moved itself from the field to the mind.

💚 (green heart): Friendship

“Tickets?” Nobunaga smiled impishly while leaning over your figure, “is this a date?” he tried to tease.

To this you let go of a sigh, eyes rolling as you pushed him back. “No, I thought it would be nice to go with a friend,” came your response. It earned you another look from the man, the same type of confusion he had felt the first time he met you, back in the bar.

“Friends?” he had repeated after you, as if the word was new to him and the way his expression softened up at the words stilled you for a moment.

How a man of his range and position could be so clueless about the smaller things in life was beyond you. Was this the result of his environment, where it was encouraged to work until the late hours and even to death? Or had he simply never allowed himself the chance to indulge in life?

“You are my friend, Nobunaga,” you had determined, which earned you another impish smile, but this time it was more genuine.

💛 (yellow heart): Crush

He knew what your name was, which didn’t make him automatically a friend. He knew where you lived, but that didn’t make you more than a person to him. Nobunaga had employed his network in various ways to find out who you were, but none of the information delved from there told him who you were, as a friend, as someone he could potentially consider wanting to be more than friends with.

You had your insecurities, the bouts of heroism just being rare examples in which your fears were discarded by your own senses. And though Nobunaga hadn’t experienced much of the world you came from, nor did you know much about his world. But he was willing to learn about it if it meant that it could help you.

“You carry the world too heavily on your shoulders,” Nobunaga told you when your guard slipped and the man realised how much he hated to see you upset, how much he wished to see you smile instead.

“Not all faults need to be sought within yourself,” he continued when he didn’t know what to say anymore and thought how great it must be if he could draw you into his arms and comfort you with a hug.

🧡 (orange heart): Confession

“Look, bubbles!” you exclaimed, and your finger popped the gas filled bubble that floated about in the air, releasing the smoke trapped within. The sweet scent of the soap added to the dry ice made the whole experience of the fair even more surreal as Nobunaga watched you within the crowd, tiptoeing just that bit to reach for another bubble.

“What do you want to get next?” you questioned, still distracted by the boo bubbles surrounding you, but arm already pointing into the direction of yet another food stand up ahead. You had made your choice already, just as you had dictated the beat of this visit in overall, but Nobunaga was of the mind to change that.

Catching your arm with his hand the man felt like the two of you were alone within the massive crowd passing by, the majority not caring for the couple staring deeply into each other's eyes as he sought you out, the stern face blooming into another mischievous laugh.

“Your heart.” Was his quip response and he could feel you warming in his hands as he pressed another hand against your back to keep you upright.

❤️ (red heart): Lover

“I love you.” Nobunaga was the first to take the three words into his mouth, stilling you as you stared at him, still a little unsure and mostly surprised to find what he felt for you.

Hands intertwined the man had taken you out to dinner, picking a trendy restaurant for casual dining rather than the high-end places he tended to go to for his business meetings. Somewhere with food meant to fill the stomach and meant to leave you satisfied, rather than to be conversed over.

Now, in the cool of the evening that August night Nobunaga had led you to the balcony, his usual implike expression was replaced by something warm and filled with adoration and love as he showed you the sight up ahead. But you knew this was just the start of everything as the man counted down the second towards the new dawn, drawing you in for a kiss.

“Happy birthday,” came his wish, and a promise for the day was only just starting.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen x reader #ikemen sengoku x reader #nobunaga oda x reader

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2.43 S1 Chapter 5.1 - Stand By Me

1. NIGHTMARE OR REALITY

This entire chapter (as in the entirety of Chapter 5) is from Haijima’s point of view and honestly it’s surprisingly endearing? That boy truly only lives for volleyball

Also Kuroba’s a dumbass as usual

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When he thought about it, it was obvious, but he realized after he started playing in the position that the setter was the one who could touch the ball the most in a game. In the basic system of volleyball, which was to return the ball within three hits, the setter was the one who always handled the second hit. Not the first hit or the third, but the middle of the series of plays.

The attacker was the ace in volleyball, but Haijima considered himself to be in the “middle” of the game, and he didn’t want to give up his position as the “one who can touch the ball the most” to anyone.

Normally, the reception would be messed up so that the ball wouldn’t return to the setter, but Haijima would run as fast as he could to bring the ball back into his territory. The second hit was his, and he didn’t want to give it anyone else. He then controlled the third hit to be hit by the attacker. If he didn’t do the second hit himself, it would become a high set, but if he did, there were plenty of options for attack. It could be connected to the third hit as a tactic. The movements of the attackers on his team, the positioning of the opponent blocking system and receivers—the movements of all players on the court, both friendly and enemy, were instantly assessed. Haijima’s eyesight was generally poor, but his periphery vision seemed to be unusually good. He was catching things other than the ones he was focusing on at the edge of his consciousness.

Not only relying on sight, but also using all the senses of the body to take in the flow of the situation on the court. It was a feeling of submerging his consciousness into the court and connecting to the center of the court’s nerve network. He could hear the sound of the plug snapping into place in the back of his head. That feeling was the best.

No matter where he was on the court, as long as he was below the ball, the signs were still active. The combination was working. He could still set the ball anywhere. The center’s B-quick, the right’s broad jump, the back center, and then——.

Kuroba was there. He was in his black uniform, cutting in from the left.

At that moment, he could see the trajectory of the set he was about to make stretching out in front of him as though it was the root of a tree growing rapidly. He could clearly see the place where Kuroba was going to hit. It was some distance away, but he set the ball to that position with the hope that he would hit it. Far, high, and straight. To a place no one but him can reach——.

There was a sudden sound, like something shut down.

The lights in the venue suddenly went out and it became pitch dark. At the same time, the nerves that had been strung throughout the court from within him were cut. He lost his enhanced senses and felt a sense of loss, like his limbs were plucked from him.

In the darkness, Haijima was confused. He was impatient to concentrate and connect with the court once more. He reached out a mental feeler and tried to grab hold of the cut end of the connection he had just made.

A white sphere came flying towards him in a parabola. It was a ball—it still hadn’t fallen yet. When he reached out for it, relieved, he gulped when he saw his own hand appearing in his field of vision.

He had…no fingers.

From the second joint onward, where did they go…?

The ball was approaching in front of him. On the surface of the spinning ball, there were sticky finger marks in the color of blood.

***

He was shocked at the scream he made. He swept his hand in front of his face and slammed the back of his hand on the tatami mat. The pain woke him up.

Was that…a dream…?

“What the…”

With an exhale, the strength slipped out of him and buried the back of his head in the pillow. He could barely see anything without his glasses, so the outlines of everything were blurry. The wooden ceiling of the old house and the outline of the paper-covered electric light hanging down from it barely bled into his vision. It was so bright outside that he couldn’t make out the light of the miniature light bulb he had turned on when he went to bed.

“What day…is today…”

It was August 3rd. The third day of the Fall Tournament. Isn’t it time to get up already? This morning, his grandmother, who always stepped in without reservation and opened the shoji* doors wide before his alarm clock went off each morning, didn’t come in. But he could hear her preparing breakfast in the living room.

Oh, wait, yesterday…I said something to Grandma yesterday. What was it…?

He rolled over and pulled his summer futon up to his nose while trying to remember. What, aren’t you just trying to go to sleep again? He made a jab at himself. There’s a game. I have to get up. But his body refused to move. On normal days, he had a hard time waking up, but on game days, he woke up so well that he was more restless under the covers.

Yesterday’s game was horrible. As he curled up in his futon and recalled some of the scenes, he felt depressed once again. He had never made such a rookie mistake before. He was amazed at himself for being surprised by the ball and knocking it away like an amateur.

Normally, he would have a scorebook in his head from the start of the set to the end, memorizing all the plays for each point. If he wanted to, he could replay in his mind the movements of all players on the court in that rally from different angles.

But for yesterday’s game, the scorebook had many blank spaces. Even the memory of what he himself was doing was lacking in some places, much less the details of other players’ movements. When he was on the court, he could concentrate without even thinking about it, but yesterday, his concentration was breaking up halfway through the game and he had to “spare his mental strength to gather up his ability to concentrate,” which made him exhausted in a weird way.

I wonder if I’ll be okay today. Will I be able to do as well as usual? If I think stuff like that, the game becomes a huge bother.

I don’t wanna go today…I wish it would disappear, the game…

“!?”

His eyes snapped open in the dark futon.

Did I think that just now? That I wished the game would disappear——?

He shivered at the fact that he had that thought flash through his mind.

It was the last day of the Fall Tournament, which was being held over three days from August 1st to 3rd. Yesterday, on the second day of the tournament, Seiin High School had made it through the second and third rounds and were moving on to today’s semifinals. They were all supposed to meet in the club room today and travel to the venue together, but it was about five minutes past the meeting time of six-thirty when Haijima rushed into the club room.

“Sorry, I’m la…”

“No, it’s fine. We’re all here now. Then, we’ll announce today’s schedule.”

The captain, Oda, raised his hand lightly, and then looked around at the team members who had gathered before them.

“You’ll be dismissed after the meeting.”

The members of the team, who were carrying luggage and preparing for the departure order, naturally let out murmurs of confusion.

“Captain. You’re a super serious person, so you don’t have to calm our nerves with bad jokes. Anyways, isn’t Kuroba the only nervous one here? If we don’t move now, we’ll be late getting into the venue.”

Okuma’s voice, with its light inflection that almost seemed forced, stuffily echoed in the cramped room that was densely packed as it was. The rotating fan, though small, was making loud noises, but it only served to churn the lukewarm air and diffuse the stink of sweat. Oda looked at Okuma silently, but there was no smile on his face, and Okuma awkwardly withdrew his smile.

With his back against door, Haijima lost his voice.

He grew pale, thinking that the match was really gone because he wanted it to be, even for just an instant. There was no way that could be true. He was still in his nightmare. That would be much better.

Before him, Okuma, Kanno, Uchimura, and Hokao formed a wall of second-years, and Oda and Aoki were standing in the back of the room. Kuroba was sitting in a chair between the two captains. The cooler box that Kuroba carried home yesterday was placed in a corner of the room.

He saw a bruise on the left cheek of Kuroba, who was sitting with his head hanging down in discomfort.

He understood the situation immediately. This wasn’t the continuation of his nightmare, and it wasn’t something he wished for to happen—it was simply a predictable reality.

Impulsively, he slammed his fist against the door and removed his back from the door. He was about to step to the back of the room with long strides, but Kanno and Uchimura caught his crossed arms from both sides and he pitched forward. He leaned over the two’s arms and shouted.

“Are you an idiot!!?”

“Why are you yelling at me without giving me a chance to talk! I didn’t do anything!”

Kuroba shouted back, using the enamel bag on his knees as a shield and drawing back his big body. His anger boiled over at being opposed, but Kanno held him from the front and restrained him. “Calm down, Haijima, you can get angry after you hear what he has to say.”

“Senpai, that’s not really the end of the explanation, is it. There’s no way everyone would accept it if you suddenly told them to go home because we’re not playing anymore.”

Kanno turned back to Oda and said. While he was speaking quietly, his tone, which was usually reserved and mumbling, was clear and an octave lower. That showed Kanno himself was quite angry about the situation. The other second-years seemed just as unaccepting, and Oda, the smallest on the team, was on the receiving end of questioning gazes from everyone. Even Aoki, who usually served as the mediator, folded his arms with a dour and difficult look on his face, and only casting his eyes down.

Aoki raised his eyes and opened his mouth deliberately.

“Let’s check one thing first. Kanno, Haijima, you didn’t go home with Kuroba yesterday, did you?”

“Yesterday…?” Kanno looked at Haijima’s face, and then said, “Yes. The three of us separated. I went home in our car. Haijima went home in Kuroba’s mother’s car, and Kuroba…rode in his cousin’s truck.”

“Do you or Suemori-san know that cousin?”

“Well, he’s two years older than us, and I think everyone in our generation at Monshiro Middle knows who he is. He’s famous in town…”

Aoki narrowed his eyes as though he was thinking something. Kuroba’s “famous” cousin was of course Kuroba Yorimichi, not his younger sister. However, Aoki moved on to the next part of his talk without touching on it any more than that.

“Those of you who come through Suzumu know that you can see Suzumu Play-One, the building with the big bowling pins on the roof, from the railroad tracks, right? It also has a karaoke place and game arcade inside. Yesterday at the bowling alley, a group of bowlers from neighboring lanes clashed with each other and a fight broke out. The alley called the police and one of the groups was arrested, but the other escaped. The school was informed that there was a Seiin student in the group that escaped. An employee witnessed someone wearing our team’s jersey—Kuroba, that’s you, right?”

“I didn’t go to the bowling alley. I didn’t even know about the thing with the cops until I heard about it today.”

“So, you haven’t been to the bowling alley, eh. Then, if you weren’t involved in the fight, then what’s with this bruise?”

“It was because I wasn’t being careful. I don’t have to tell you the reason.”

Suddenly, Aoki grabbed Kuroba by the collar.

Seeing Kuroba being lifted from the chair and gritting his teeth saying “Ow!”, Haijima got goosebumps and thought, His back—?! In addition to his amazing jumping ability and the flexibility of his shoulders and elbows, Kuroba was an attacker who could bend his back far like a supple bow and hit the ball. Injuries to the spine could have a big impact on play. He didn’t know if it would be useful or not even if they had a game today——.

“Stop it, Aoki! Let him down!”

Oda said in a restrained voice. It was different when it was the other way around, but it wasn’t everyday that you saw Oda calming Aoki down. “He’s the one who betrayed your trust.” Aoki thrust Kuroba aside resentfully. “Aren’t you the ones who don’t trust me?” Kuroba grumbled, after he was returned to his chair with a thump and smoothed down the stretched-out collar of his T-shirt.

“Kuroba. I trust you, and I don’t think you’re the kind of guy who’d try to cover for yourself in something like this. But if you can’t explain your injury, then I can’t convince the school. If you just tell us honestly what happened…”

“I told you many times before, haven’t I? I wouldn’t stake my life on something that’ll get us suspended from games. I’m not causing trouble for the team. Getting injured on the day of the game is my fault and you can get angry about that as much as you want. I’m sorry about that. That’s all I have to say.”

“You looking down on us? I’ll kill you!”

Oda grabbed Aoki’s arm again as Aoki shouted that angrily and tried to raise his hand again. Meanwhile, Haijima lunged at Kuroba in fury and was prevented by the barricade all the second-years hurriedly made, and in the end he had his arms pinned behind his back by Okuma. The legs he blindly raised overhead kicked at the air. Kuroba’s chair fell over as he was ready to run away. The narrow room suddenly fell into chaos as everyone moved at once. The fan fell over and the wind billowed in the wrong direction.

“Not causing trouble for the team? Like hell you’re not! We can’t play today’s game!”

“Hah? I don’t want you to talk to me about the team!”

As he awkwardly fell on his backside, Kuroba suddenly got angry and shouted back.

This was when Haijima’s eyes widened, not understanding the meaning of such an objection.

“Enough!!”

Oda’s angry voice pierced through the noisy room.

“I’m talking about all of you! You wanna cause violence in the club and do something you can’t undo!? If all you guys do is get in my way, then you should all quit!”

All the team members looked at Oda, speechless. Even Aoki looked shocked.

Oda immediately came to his senses. “Ah…” he muttered and turned red.

In a large-sized team where more than half the members were above 180cm, the 163cm Oda was conspicuously small. However, as far as Haijima knew, he always looked up with his chest puffed out, as though pushing the handicap aside.

That Oda hunched his back, turned his face diagonally downward, averted his gaze from the team members, and spoke in a whisper, as though he had given up.

“Anyways, there’s no game today. As soon as I know what’s gonna happen tomorrow, I’ll write it on the whiteboard, so come and see it. If the situation doesn’t change at this rate, there’ll be no practice in the meantime. …That’s all, meeting’s over. You’re dismissed.”

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hi! can you do a gen z mc who got injured at the protests and have them elaborate on what the protests were about to the oda forces? i got tear gassed at a protest so your writing is actually helping me feel better!

tw : injuries from police br*tality, heavy r*cism

first of all i hope you’re okay!! i’m so sorry for taking so long i hope you’re still here reading this ehhh,,. i personally don’t know much of ‘getting injured in protests’ other than rubber bullets and tear gassing—and for anyone out there protesting (also considering recent things that have happened in my country,,,), please be safe out there!

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—nobunaga:

the first encounter you had, he didn’t really notice it. he had a lot of things on his plate, mostly about his assassination attempt, you know, the usual.

it’s only when he invites you to his tenshu to know more about his most interesting chatelaine. after all, the moment his life was out of danger, the immediate groan out of you raised a brow.

in your defense, going back from a protest then just sent back 500 years in the past did put you in a pissy mood. the injustice was enough bullshit, you didn’t want to deal with this right after.

and,,, your response was probably too snarky for a man in power like him. but that’s what compelled him to bring you to the castle. maybe it was spite, or just dangerous curiosity. no one’s spoken to him in such,,, rude manners before.

being all past the whole, chasing-you-down-just-for-you-to-come-to-my-sickass-castle, the dragged-500-years-into-the-warring-states-period, constant-wars-everywhere, and everything in between, you’ve managed to,, calm down decently, at least. you’re just really confused as to why he called you in.

through your slippery tounge, you accidentally let it slip that you’re from the future; great job! mission one from sasuke already failed. but—you’ve dug your grave, now you have to lie in it.

upon listening to the rest of your explanation, naturally, nobunaga starts asking questions.

after a series of them, mostly about general stuff like technology, etc., he hits you with a curveball. “what is that?” he asks, observing the small patch of reddened skin.

you’ve been shot by a rubber bullet prior to the time traveling. you wager that they were aiming for the neck—a highly fatal area to hit, even with a rubber bullet, mind you—but you were lucky enough to only be hit near the collar bone. still—to say it’s inexcusable is an understatement.

“huh—?” you follow his eyes, then trail your fingers on the edge as you show more of your injury, “. . .got injured a while back. asshole cops think they can just. . .fuckin’. . .”

your sentence turns too faint for him to hear clearly, he only knows that you feel anger from your tone. all he does is gaze passively as the steam comes out of your, slowly.

“what happened exactly?”

and with that one question, he’s in for quite the story. you start off in the beginning; what triggered it all. the injustice brought by those who are said to protect the people, the same ones that shed blood because they knew they could get away with it. then, the protests done by the ones who wanted justice, equality, something that should just be the norm at this point.

and then, the horrible attacks the cops’ve done to hose who protested,,, the mere thought gets your blood boiling, really. no one poised any kind of harm, it was a peaceful protest—and yet they still hurted, perhaps even killed. and they get away with it.

“. . .and i sure as hell ain’t gonna die to some bullshit system. i’ll keep on going at it until people can stop dying so. . .needlessly like that.”

he pauses after hearing you. his eyes have a vague sense of scrutinize, but certainly not at you. "and you still continue to go, even if it results in injuries for you?”

you look back at him, determination burning like a passion, “as long as less people will die of discrimination; as long as our cause is heard in the end—i’ll sacrifice anything for it. for equality.”

the silence rings for minutes.

but the hand on your shoulder quickly strays your mind back to him. to your surprise, a daring smile, almost a smirk, pulled his lips, “you are braver than many men that i’ve met. fiery and passionate also. i do believe you’ll be quite the addition here.”

and while you raise an eyebrow to that, your heart settles as he ends it with one final thing, “you’ve earned my utmost respect.”

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—hideyoshi:

he would have been highly alerted in your presence—had it not been the fact that your eye was bruised and injured. it was fresh, the patch of skin having not turn purple or black yet, but it was enough to signal that it could be a fatal wound.

medics were sent your way by his command, and given the opportunity, he checked in on you frequently. the culprit of the attempted assassination was yet to be found—so he just assumed that you were a poor civilian caught in the crossfire.

you were rather crude to him, but he brushed it all off. you must’ve been some sort of stressed out after just saving his lord, so he gave you space and went to do other things.

it’s when they reconvene under nobunaga’s order did he find out about the decision for your fate.

“my lord, are you sure we should bring them back to azuchi? perhaps they have a place in a town around here.”

“—not really.” hideyoshi’s eyes filled with surprise and concern as a small response came out of you, with eyes looking away from everyone in the tent with lips bitten anxiously and brows stitched together.

so it ended on you going to azuchi along with them. because really, even if you didn’t want to, what were you to do? you had no place in the sengoku, and you’ve forgotten all about your scouts lessons back in middle school to survive in the forest.

and while you insist on working rather than just be royalty basically, hideyoshi is the one who persuades you to at least rest first. with a sigh, you agree.

from then on, you find him visiting you quite often between his breaks. most of the time, asking how you’ve been, making light conversations over tea, and sometimes fussing over the smallest things. it’s a gradual change you’ll get used to—from the failed assassination to the weird, home-y feeling he brings.

it didn’t take long for his curiosity to push him. one day, with the usual cup of tea, the silence passes for quite the moment until he spoke up, “if i may ask, where exactly,,, did you get that?”

he doesn’t quite point to it, but you know what he’s talking about. half your vision is covered now, from ieyasu’s work on trying to make it better. you stare in the cup, swishing the tea around, “. . .my town had, uhhh, ‘problems’.”

he listened intently as you reworded the current real life events. just change the cops to guard, the bullets to blunt sticks(?), etc. the core of it you kept the same, the discrimination, the unruly deaths and wounds of the innocent.

all the while, hideyoshi looks at you with slightly parted lips and eyes that spell a bit of disbelief. such compassion don’t exist in a lot of people—much less a majority of civillians from a town. he thought he’d’ve heard about it, but you did say it was quite the small one, far away.

as you finish your long explanation, your face was scrunched up in a scowl, remembering the scene at the time. the cops came, a highly dangerous situation; but you weren’t leaving just like that. not until you got hit by a bullet did you go back home—and look where you are now.

“—.” hideyoshi calls out your name, snapping you to reality. you dart your attention to him, his face filled with concern, worry—but also slight anger and a distant sense of fondness.

“. . .when nobunaga unites the country, we’ll be sure to aid you. we’ll stop them from hurting anyone else. so until then, please stay with us.”

the sentiment brought warmth to your heart, but you knew the truth. he wouldn’t be able to, the wormhole was a big separation in that. even so, you shook your head, “i don’t,,, uhh, think i can stay for that long.”

his brows stitch together in confusion, “and why is that?”

“. . .i want to go back as soon as i can. and—i only have one chance to do such a thing, and never again.” upon your answer, his eyes widened a bit. no further questions were asked about that, as your own expression said you didn’t want to talk about it.

“but—you could be in danger if you go back.”

“i don’t care.” the tea is cold as you set it down, “. . .i don’t wanna,,, just escape and turn a blind eye to it, i think. it may be safer for me here, but—i still want to help back there. whether or not i’m injured is,,, a means to an end, for me.”

that’s when every suspicion he could’ve had about you dissolved. the determination and righteousness that burned so brightly in your voice was irreplaceable. along with that, was a very deep respect for you. he serves nobunaga because he believed in equality among everyone, and it seems so do you. even if you’re willing to sacrifice yourself—to see a better world where everyone is happy.

a beat passes. two. with a sigh, hideyoshi’s hardened gaze relents back into the strange warmness, hid hand reaching out to ruffle your hair. “well, i don’t think i agree with you diving into potential danger, but just so you know. if you ever need help, you can always reach to us, alright?”

you breath out a chuckle, “. . .of course.”

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—mitsuhide:

your whole entire body was sore even before the wormhole sent you back. not to mention, just after that, you had to carry a full-armored man out of a burning building with someone trying to kill said man.

so to say you were disoriented was quite an understatement.

you didn’t even feel it until days have passed. and at this point, you’ve gone under mitsuhide’s tutoring. being sat down for a long time made it painfully obvious that your body was still healing—but you’ve sang this song a million times before. in which the soreness lingered for a while, and then it’d disappear. you can bear with it.

that is, until he started training you in battle.

the tanegashima practice was fine, if a bit triggering by the gunshots. but you saw it the same as archery. however, sparring on the other hand,,,

yeah. the first break you took, you already felt every single part of you reeling. mitsuhide wasn’t ruthless with you, but you figure he wasn’t being soft either.

in truth, prior to arriving in the sengoku period, your body had taken a hit in a protest. you didn’t get caught in the tear-gassing crossfire, or got shot by a rubber bullet. rather, a police car had arrived at the scene and begun to drive forward into the crowd. it didn’t become a car crash site, no deaths occurred to your knowledge (thankfully).

but you were one of the ones in the front row seats, you fell to the ground and took some damage in a number of places. they were more of inconveniences than anything.

still—forcing your body to fight a trained swordsman was not a good idea.

and the fox has an eye for these things, sensing when his enemies are weak. at least it proves to be a disadvantage if you really are dangerous. his eyes linger on you as you rub your sore spots with the occasional groan.

“the little mouse seems to be wounded.” he says. it’s clear he’s trying to extract some kind of information about the person who just popped out one day, “pray tell, what might be the cause of such?”

“i got, uhhh,” you can’t say car, those don’t exist yet— “knocked down by a horse.” admittedly, a horse is probably more dangerous than a car—but you deal with what you have.

“is that so.” with the smile and narrowed eyes of his, you knew that he didn’t buy it. but to your defense, your state clearly proves it in some way—so he deduced that you weren’t telling the complete truth.

and he welcomes it. it’d be his absolute pleasure to unravel the mystery.

eventually, he does. in promise to keep your secret away from others, you keep his.

“so, little mouse,” the night has yet to pass, but you wish it did. your stuff was spilled in front of you, all evidence of you coming from the future, “was that cover-up story about the horse a lie?”

it’s a rhetorical question; he knew the answer already. still, you roll your eyes, “of course, we rarely use those in the future. a police car hit a crowd, and i was caught in it.”

promptly realizing he doesn’t know anything, a lengthy explanation ensued.

“oh my. and you said this, ‘car’ drove into a crowd? that’s highly dangerous, is it not?”

“it is!” your calm words slowly dissolve, your hands now waving in gestures, “and guess what, it’s the cops that do it! uhh—guards in old terms, i guess. y’know the people who’re said to supposedly protect us? yeah, hit us with a car.”

mitsuhide isn’t the most curious about the future. but he is a bit confused about the context.

and so you continue, explaining everything. from the start, to where you were, along with what your thoughts are on the whole situation

through all that, he stays silent, not commenting until you were thoroughly finished. you can’t read his expression—so you stare at him, waiting for even a word.

suddenly, he smiles, “well, looks like our little mouse is quite the something, aren’t you?” before you could respond with anything, he pats you on the head with a strange sense of softness, “pureness and ideals like you are rare in this world.”

in truth, he agrees. he’s someone who’s faced discrimination head on from being in the lower class—and he fights for a world that his lord would like to see. even if he’ll remain in the dark, for his stained, dark hands would only corrupt the purity. at least, so he thinks.

you look back with pursed lips and a slight frown, “then i’ll help make it more common. if it results in people being treated as people, i’ll do it.”

you don’t hear it, but he draws in a sharp breath. his eyes are muddled—with what, you don’t know—but you drop the thought as he lifts the hand off of your head with a chuckle, “i will say, i didn’t quite expect this.”

they say eyes are the window of the soul. while he had his closed most of the time—you managed to peek in a small bit of warmth and fondness in them.

ᅠᅠ

—masamune:

you came to the sengoku period with a sprained ankle. which, in a time where war was rampant, probably wasn’t a good thing to have. especially when you’re being dragged into battle just for the fun of it.

although you admit you made yourself seem tougher than you were (with you being used to injuries like this before, so you’ve grown used to gritting your teeth), you still curse masamune to hell and back. no, you do not care if you’re on a horse or just in camp, your foot hurt like shit either way.

naturally, you wouldn’t take that for long.

thus the next time he planned to take you along (you could already see the glint in his eye), you snapped at him. well—much less ‘snap’ and more of ‘telling him off rather harshly ft. a sprinkle of swearing’.

“listen, assfart, my ankle’s been killing me, and if i’m going by that analogy, you’re practically desecrating it’s corpse and grave. so for the love of god, stop dragging me into battles!”

an expression of surprise went on his face for a moment, before it morphed to his usual grin, “is that so? seems like out kitten likes to run around and ended up hurting themselves.”

“not my fault they shot me in the fuckin’ ankle. . .” you mutter without a second thought under your breath, which he, unfortunately, heard.

“they shot you, lass?”

seeing his ever so slightly widened eye, you pursed your lips, “yeah. nothing too serious.”

even so, you see the way his eyes narrow with a glint—more so of excitement than anything else, “still though lassie, with you being under nobunaga, i doubt they’ll get away with hurtin’ ya.”

“what does that mean?”

fingers comb through your hair in a wild pat, accompanied with a fanged grin, “they won’t be alive for hurtin’ the lord’s precious lucky charm.”

your lips pursed as a frown pulls upon your brows, “i don’t want them to get away solely for me being nobunaga’s ‘lucky charm’.”

“and why is that, kitten?”

his eyes slightly lit up at your hardened and serious aura as you closed your eyes with a sigh. “the same people who hurt me are the same ones who’ve hurt many others, on the basis that they believe they’re above them; over a stupid thing like race. and i won’t be just letting it slide, even if i can’t fight or anything.”

the flame in your eyes are ones that masamune has grown to recognize; the anger and bitterness as you look back on a memory, only to fill up your heart with passion.

“i’ll die if it means that they’ll be punished and everyone is treated the same.”

silence rings past, the wind slowly becomes a solid aura in the air. stunned, he leaves a small chuckle and pats your head,

“the lord made a wonderful decision to bring ya here, lass.”

—ieyasu:

going by his usual self, he didn’t care much when you arrived, other than you were someone nobunaga picked up from his failed assassination. however, him being an expert in things health related, some things didn’t go by with him.

first of all, your eyes were a slight fade of red. at first he figured it was a leftover from honno-ji’s smokes, but as the days tick by, its persistence is now rather worrying. they should’ve faded away by now, so he thought.

and it became more and more painfully obvious, at least to him. the way you rubbed your eyes sometimes, them tearing up at random intervals—and even you squinting at rare occasions that, unless you had an eye problem like mitsunari, shouldn’t be there.

a seed of worry was planted, although he never expressed it. after all, you were being dragged into battle, where dust and more smoke can easily go into your already bugged eyes.

therefore one day, wordlessly, he took you to his workplace. at first, you were confused; ieyasu hasn’t exactly talked to you a lot.

he picks up a small bottle, along with a cup-like lid, “use this, and wash your eyes with it. and by that i mean just tilt it up and blink when it goes into your eyes.”

you just blinked a few times, stunned more than anything. “,,,, why?”

“you think i don’t notice?” he scoffs, “you’ve been rubbing your eyes like crazy, and it’s past the point where your eyes should even be red since the honno-ji incident. either your eyes have been having problems way before, or you’re just dumber and clumsier than i thought.”

“hey! it’s not my fault, for any of the incidents!”

“so there are multiple instances?”

the judgemental look sent your way was something that your stubborn mind won’t back out from, even if it mean having to somewhat explain your situation.

“w, well, there have been several uhm.... arson crimes in my town, i can’t help but be in the vicinity.”

if arson crimes translated to tear gassings, yes, there were many.

“arson crimes? your town is,,, jeez.”

“it’s not the citizens’ fault, look to the fuckin’ guards of our village for that.” the tone had immediately shifted from a kind of flustered banter, to immediate bitter undertones.

immediately, the silence rang on. ieyasu sat there, looking into you as much as he could, with his bare bones knowledge of you. the pieces were there, and it wasn’t hard to put them together. for a moment, he wondered if you were more than the unfortunate one to be pulled into this mess. but if your town was as much a mess as that. . . perhaps it was for the better.

“. . .then you’re planning to stay here, right?” he had his own opinions and thoughts of someone taking advantage of a high-powered lord taking them in, but eh, he thinks, people will do what they have to do to survive—

“not really. assuming nobunaga would even let me go in the first place.”

ieyasu stood there, stunned, “. . .you’re planning to go back to your own town? even from all the danger there?”

“yeah.” you look at him with a slight imbalanced expression, “i don’t have anywhere else to go, other than there, so. . .”

“but why not stay here? it’s safer, you do know that right?”

“of course,” you sigh, “but it’s still my home, all things considered. yeah, there’s a whole lot of corrupt things going on but, they’re still humans, the people i live with. i don’t wanna run away from it, i’d just. . .i’d like to try and help them also.:

ieyasu stays silent as you lean back to the wall, looking out the door with a fond and melancholic gaze, “the,,, guards in my town are doing this just cause of their stupid beliefs and whatever. superiority complex and whatnot. and people are dying because of it, only for things that they can’t control and. . . it’s just so bullshit.”

you turn back to him, with a strong light blaring in your eyes; filled with hope and determination, “wouldn’t you want to go back and help them? even if i get injured, as long as people will be treated the same and won’t face death for something miniscule, i consider it worth it.”

you’ve never seen him surprised at you; at least not in this sense. usually it’d be surprise at some mistake you did, making an offhand crude comment to it but here. . .here it’s partnered with the smallest bit of sparkle. like a hidden respect for you behind his uncaring persona.

you only look as he slowly stands up, his shadow befalling on you. with the same, yet subtle, amount of shine in his eyes as in yours, he sighs softly and takes your hand,

“at least if you’re gonna go into that kind of battlefield, let me teach your ditzy self how to take care of injuries first.”

—mitsunari:

your sudden arrival already aroused questions, as you’d appeared before nobunaga sporting a bloodied cut on your cheek. at the time, they took the assumption that the assassin did it to you.

and although it was fussed for a bit, it was quickly covered up with some cloth fitting for the period. and then, everything went as normal.

taking up job as mitsunari’s personal caretaker wasn’t one you’d reject, because really, how bad could it be? but the man himself kept insisting that you don’t, added that not only were you a special charm of nobunaga’s, you were also injured from the night of honno-ji. he couldn’t do that to you; not after such a stressful night.

and yet you were stubborn as well. with the final decision being up to nobunaga, which you accepted wholeheartedly, of course, you now had the role to take care of mitsunari.

although his. . .clumsy nature was one that you should be worried for, you find it that he often checks up on you, apologizing each time he could’ve potentially hurt you. and each time, you waved it off and assured him that yes, you were fine.

but you can see it in his eyes, the tint of guilt and worry that lingers on before he succumbs to his reading trance. truth is, the injury is just a mild inconvinience of pain, so there really wasn’t much to fuss over.

in his eyes, your degree has gotten much higher than before. whether your wound would’ve affected your job didn’t matter to him; it was the fact that you were hurt in the first place. you shouldn’t have to take care of him when you needed to take care of yourself! or so is what he thinks to himself.

and so he tries to make it up to you. you need reading lessons? he’ll try to squeeze it in his schedule! or maybe it’s time for a break, he’ll tour you around in the bustling city of azuchi. it feels like whenever you need something, he’s always there next to you, and you can’t help but feel charmed by it.

mitsunari isn’t one to notice details about a person if it isn’t in a situation like in battle. but he’s gotten very sharp at seeing the slight reactions and how you’re doing; and here’s what he’s picked up on:

other than the wound on your cheek, your stomach area seems to be bruised or something close to that. you might’ve not told anyone about it, cause he hasn’t heard a peep of that anywhere, not even when he kept asking politely (or bugging, in the man’s eyes) for ieyasu’s information.

so fuck it, he just decides to ask you one day.

“why do you have an injury on your stomach area?”

it was a lesson hour, you didn’t expect him to throw,,,that curveball. maybe more of, what does this character mean? or how do you write this word? but. . .

“uhm—an incident that happened before the whole honno-ji thing.”

“and you never told anyone, even lord ieyasu?”

“n, no, kinda.”

he’s serious than before, and yet there’s something in his eyes that’s very inviting, inviting you to tell your feelings and story, inviting you to a hug of warmth and safety.

and you succumb.

“. . . things have been happening in my town before i came here.” then what was once a lesson sessioin, turned into you explaining what you and the world was going through before coming to the sengoku, with many phrasings replaced of course.

“is that so. . .” he mutters, “i haven’t heard a case like this, although i don’t doubt there aren’t any. . .i should do some reasearches.. .”

“i-it’s fine, really. . .!”

you managed to convince him that it’s fiiine, he shouldn’t read up on it and just focus on his works (since it would render your story false pretty quickly,,).

“but you still haven’t explained how you got the injury.”

“oh yeah. i got kicked down by one of the guards and then i got this as a result.” you pointed at the covered up wound, now probably just a scar, on your cheek. mitsunari goes silent, then a slow and silent hum resonates in him.

you’ve never quite seen the look in his eyes as you did. they were sharper, even if you weren’t situated in a battlefield, and you could see the gears turn in his brain. for what, you’re not quite sure.

“mitsu,,,?”

and with just your voice, his clouded eyes clear up, and he sends his angelic smile your way, “it’s fine now, lady—” his voice rings gently like bells, “you’re now safer. .even if you want to go back there. but i’ll be here by your side to protect you always, so please remember.”

“. . .heh, alright. of course i will.”

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spookyheaad · 3 years

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Any random Tesoro headcanons?

Oh yes I do! I have a bunch written down and some just floating around in my noggin!

Some are gonna be Tesoro/Stella , and go into the “if Stella lived” AU.

One of my biggest headcanons that I’ve spoken about briefly pertaining to other headcanons is that he’s somewhat of an ambivert; he likes being around others, but also gets very drained from being around people for too long. He also tends to self-isolate at times (not relating to his ambivert tendencies) usually if his mental health is suffering. It’s apparent from “Film Gold” that Tesoro rarely makes offstage public appearances, simply by the fact that when he appears in the VIP room the background characters are shocked to see him.

So I do think that Tesoro mingles with his staff/stage crew/and obviously Tanaka, Baccarat, Dice, and Carina, but not many others (unless he has to, AKA the arrival of Celestial Dragons, or if he’s just trying to swindle some poor folks).

It’s very hard for me to believe that he ever had love for anyone else aside from Stella. Yes he has the pool girls, but they’re there to simply fulfill a need; not for any meaningful and honest connection. I genuinely think Tesoro is a walking shell of a man after Stella is gone, because I see them as being partners until the day they die. Finding someone that gives you love where it’s been absent for one’s entire life is deeply special and intimate, and Tesoro & Stella found that in each other. With that being said, that’s why it’s so upsetting to see Tesoro’s left ring finger void of one of his gold rings; in my head, he had every intention of marrying Stella; and living out the rest of his life with her by his side.

One of my favorite things is that Oda made Tesoro an Aquarius (his bday is Jan. 24th) and that is so funny to me because Aquarians are described as ppl that act like aliens trying to assimilate into human society, because they just act very cryptic and weird. They’re like Aries lite.

I say Aries lite because us Aries (my ass is an Aries lol) are balls of anger, stupidity, and spontaneity that very much can come off cryptic. Sometimes we just do weird shit. Aquarians aren’t angry, they’re kinda like, weird, yet perceptive robots. Idk all I’ve seen about the Aquarius sign is that they’re insanely cryptic.

On the topic of Zodiac signs, I think Stella would be a Libra or a Gemini, mainly because Libras and Geminis are very compatible with Aquarians. Still not sure which sign I’m set on making Stella, though.

I think I’ve talked about this briefly in another Tesoro/Stella headcanon post; they both are incredibly gentle towards one another. They yearn to touch each other, to feel each other’s warmth. It’s an extremely gentle affair between the two of them.

One thing I think they very much like to do when alone together is to kiss each other’s scars. The action of doing so is not only a show of intimate affection, but they are silently telling each other that they are still beautiful and worth being loved. Tesoro and Stella are both very self conscious of their scars around each other; it reminds them of the past, their insecurities, their lost time. I headcanon Tesoro as being very keen of physical touch. As much as some tactile actions frighten him, he yearns for it; sweet and thoughtful caressing of skin, soft admiration, and the feeling of another warm body. This is also why I believe him to be a big hugger/cuddler; he will try to hug Stella whenever he has the chance, and they both like to wrap themselves up in their bedcover while they fall asleep in each other’s embrace. A safe little cocoon.

If Stella lived, Tesoro would’ve been a very kind, quiet, and humble man while offstage. I wouldn’t exactly say shy, but he would act different around guests and strangers, apart from if he were around his subordinates, Carina, Stella, or his band. He would’ve kept his friends very close, and Stella even closer.

Some general headcanons that can apply with or without the AU or the Tesoro/Stella ship. Some more standalone hc’s:

- Tesoro is an avid reader. He’s more street smart than book smart, but he is able to apply both quite effectively. He’s a cunning and capable man; a great problem solver, obviously very well spoken, and well read.

- I honestly think he is not very good at mathematics. I say this because 1. he ran away from home at 12, so he probably only had a basic education, if any at all due to how poor his family was, and 2. he is very much a liberal arts person, so the creative side of the brain is his strong point. So don’t ask him to do any complicated formulas cause it won’t happen lol.

- I personally don’t believe that he drinks in excess; he’s a responsible drinker, only ever has a glass or two of champagne when drinking socially. But I think he is like this because he used to drink heavily to numb himself. He’d get very drunk and have breakdowns. One instance he drank so heavily that he almost died of alcohol poisoning, so he stopped. He also currently refuses to drink too much because he doesn’t want to end up like his mother; a violent, abusive, nasty drunk.

- on the topic of Tesoro’s tumultuous relationship with his mother: it’s fairly clear to me through the concept art of Tesoro’s mother, that she was physically abusive while drunk; as she is depicted throwing a beer bottle across the room. Tesoro definitely had to steer clear of her when she went out to drink, probably had to mentally prepare himself to hear her go on rants and say terrible things about him.

- I also see Tesoro as an extremely lonely and insecure man. The happy persona is just a mask for his guests. It’s hard for him to want to interact with people because of his past, especially when he must greet the Celestial Dragons aboard Gran Tesoro. I honestly believe that he needs to bring Tanaka and Baccarat with him to meet the nobles as a sort of anchor, because having to greet and genuflect to them is no doubt extremely triggering to him.

That’s all I got for now, but I have so much Tesoro content planned, writing, art, and more!!

Thank you for the ask ❤️, feel free to hop in my ask box whenever you like!!

#the fact that most of these I have stored in my head and haven’t written down yet #I have my priorities lol #also I wasn’t sure what you meant by random so I just went apeshit #I do have more lighthearted ones that are very random and out of left field tho skdjdj #my depiction of Tesoro is literally just fake happy and actually very depressed and even s*icidal #is very much incapable of loving anyone after losing Stella because he thinks the world is shit and everyone in it is shit #all I want is Tesoro and Stella to have a happy ending because they deserve each other #pain 😞#one piece #anime #manga #one piece headcanons #one piece anime #one piece manga #one piece film gold #gild tesoro #ask #heavenlyborne

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theincompetentgenius · 4 years

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Warlords React to Skinny S/O

anon: Hello! Was wondering if you could write about how the ikesen warlords deal with an mc insecure about her super skinny body, like her flat chest, showing ribs, lack of curves, twiggy limbs? She eats a lot though so her skinnyness frustrates her even more. Maybe Nobunaga and Masamune if you feel like it. Thank you!

Note: So this one is much shorter than usual because I don’t think the warlords would act differently towards their S/O based on their body type. The thing that would change would probably be the way that they navigate through their intimate life (which I sadly don’t write for). But nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this! Also, to anyone with this type of body type, just know that y’all are cute too ;)’

Nobunaga Oda

The warlord has never had an issue with their S/O’s body type. He fell in love with them for their feisty attitude (not to mention that they are his good luck charm). However, when it comes to the body, he enjoys its firm, silk-like texture as his finger glides down their legs. The fact that he can hold their entire arm in his fist is pretty cool and hot.

He does grow concerned when he watches his S/O become frustrated with their body. The warlord will approach them, curious as to why they’re so spiteful about it. Throughout the conversation, his goal will be to have his S/O see themselves from his eyes: nothing less than perfection. If that doesn’t work, maybe he can show them through other means.......

The fact that his S/O doesn’t gain weight willing eating lots of food is definitely a good thing in his eyes. There have been far too many nobles who sacrificed their healthy bodies for an extra plate of rice. Now look more like dumplings than humans. Sometimes the warlord will point out these dumplings to his S/O, sneaking a few good chuckles here and there.

He gets the best kimonos that are tailored to flatter your body. While he’s no genius at fashion, there are other seamstresses that could definitely create the most gorgeous kimono for his S/O. And the best thing about it? It would only be available in their size, reminding them that their body is special.

Masaumune Date

Although Masamune’s eyes constantly wander around his S/O’s frame, there’s nothing less than love and affection in them. So what if there’s a little less fat? Just as curves are sexy, his S/O’s narrow waist is also something that drives him crazy.

His S/O’s thin frame makes it so much easier for him to pick them up and carry them around. They may be in a conversation with another warlord and Masamune will spring from the middle of nowhere, scoop them in his arms, and carry them around town. It’s super embarrassing, but Masamune loves anything that makes his S/O flush.

It also makes horseback-riding less worrisome. He’ll have them sit in front of him (instead of behind) as he wraps his arms around their waist. This way, he has access to both the reins of the horse’s ropes and the loving touch of his S/O. But his S/O might wanna cling onto him if they want to stay on top of that horse.

Masamune sees no need for his S/O to constantly stuff themselves. With his knowledge about the culinary arts, he knew that some people had a harder time gaining weight (regardless of their dietary habits). Instead, he’d focus on providing them with the tastiest meals. That way, they can stuff themselves because they enjoy the meal, not because of their perception of their body.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku nobunaga

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patchwork-panda · 3 years

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If A Moment Is All We Are (33/?)

“Good.”

Kunikida walked around me, his gray-green eyes sweeping over my body as he took in my form.

“That’s right, Kusunoki. Keep your shoulders squared. Just like that.”

He kept circling me, his eyes traveling from my shoulders to my arms as I moved to adjust my stance. When he came to my right elbow, he paused, the neutral line of his lips dropping into a thoughtful frown as his gaze settled on my right hand.

“Kusunoki...”

I swallowed nervously.

“Y-yes?”

I felt the heat of a faint blush rising to my cheeks as he came a little closer. One large hand settled warmly on mine.

“Make sure to keep your thumb tucked under your fingers when you’re making a fist,” Kunikida said, gently taking my hand and folding my thumb into the correct position.

“If you don’t, you’ll break your thumb when you land the punch.”

“Right...”

I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly too dry to form the words.

“Thank you, Kunikida-san.”

Kunikida smiled.

“Of course.”

He released my hand and took a step back.

“Now then.”

He pointed his finger at the mannequin in front of me, which was actually just a large inflatable roly-poly toy (okiagari-kobōshi) someone had scrawled an angry face on with a Sharpie.

“Punch him.”

I glanced from Kunikida to the doll, clenching and unclenching my fists in preparation as I stared down the doll with its beady black eyes.

Okay, here goes nothing...

Clenching my fists as tight as I could, I cocked my right arm back exactly the way Kunikida had shown me and released my punch. Wind whistled past my knuckles. A sharp, audible crack echoed throughout the room as my fist made contact with the doll. I looked to Kunikida as it reeled away from me with a loud squeal, my heart pounding in my throat and my fist stinging slightly from the hit.

“Not bad.”

Kunikida’s smile grew just a tiny bit wider and I instantly felt my heart beating faster at the acknowledgment. Nodding approvingly, the tall blonde gestured at the doll, which was slowly but surely uprighting itself on the tatami mat floor.

“Do that again. Other hand this time.”

I nodded back and drew my left fist back, preparing to strike it again.

Day Two: my second training session with Kunikida.

Hoping to spend a little more time with my handsome mentor before training officially began, I decided to arrive a little earlier than I had yesterday—so I could join him for a full meditation session rather than just the tail end of one. To my delight, I ended up arriving at the exact same time as Kunikida and I got to spend a full ten minutes sitting quietly by his side.

Just the two of us.

Alone.

Admittedly, I might’ve been just a little too excited to properly clear my mind and try to actually meditate, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. And at least I was able to think about someone other than Dazai today...

In fact, I was actually kind of excited to continue where we left off yesterday. Sure, maybe Kunikida was wearing a T-shirt under his gi this time (probably for the better. I’d probably die of a thirst-induced nosebleed if things had kept going the way they had) but I’d mentally prepared myself for anything and everything. I was really looking forward to learning how to break away from a sudden grab attack...

Especially if it meant getting to hold or be held by strong, handsome Kunikida...

Unfortunately for me though, after the... incident... Kunikida decided to abandon the grab counters entirely in favor of teaching me how to punch and block instead.

I guess he was still feeling understandably awkward about it.

Darn.

“Good.”

Pulling out his notebook, Kunikida paused to write something down.

“Keep it up, Kusunoki. I want to see you do that a few more times before we move on to blocking.”

I nodded and kept going, alternating between left and right punches as Kunikida walked over to the corner where a group of training dummies stood waiting on standby. I watched as he paused to look them over, his hair gleaming like finespun gold in the early morning light, his pure-white gi stretching over his broad back, his sage-colored eyes soft and contemplative as he studied the mannequins.

If only I could tell him the truth... That I really was okay with what had happened yesterday, that maybe I even liked it.

That I liked him.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, Kunikida turned around to look at me and my fist glanced off the doll’s cheek without actually hitting it.

One corner of his lips quirked upwards in amusement and I was so distracted by the way he was looking at me that it took me a moment to realize that Kunikida Doppo was smirking.

I flushed.

“Concentrate,” Kunikida rumbled, with the barest hint of a laugh.

“S-sorry.”

But my concentration was definitely shot. As I resumed punching at the doll, I found my gaze constantly wandering over to Kunikida, who was now pushing aside a training dummy that looked like it had been clawed by a large cat (probably Atsushi’s doing. If I recalled correctly, his Ability allowed him to transform into a white tiger). I watched him select the least battered wing-chun dummy in the set before forcibly returning my attention to the roly-poly doll I was abusing.

Even though Kunikida was wearing a shirt under his gi today, I could still see the way his muscles tightened as he moved...

“Kusunoki-kun.”

I stopped punching the dummy, which let out one final pained squeak, as Kunikida finally arrived with the wing-chun dummy in tow.

“This,” he said, setting it down in front of me with a heavy thud, “will be our next opponent. I’m going to use this to show you a few different blocking techniques. For that, I’m going to need your help.”

He tapped one of the three wooden pegs on the top row.

“Stand behind the dummy and move the arms towards me. Try to go slow so that you can watch what I’m doing.”

I nodded and got into position, watching and listening carefully as Kunikida taught me the moves. Fortunately, it didn’t take me very long to figure them out and a short while later, we switched off so I could practice.

“Good,” Kunikida said, nodding approvingly as I raised my forearm to block. “Keep that up, Kusunoki-kun. Just remember to concentrate.”

“Yes, sir!” was all I managed to get out before another arm came sliding towards me.

“I think you’re ready for the next phase,” Kunikida decided, the beginnings of a broad grin making its way onto his face. “What do you think? Want to try it?”

“Next phase?” I parroted, throwing my arm up in time to block another hit.

Kunikida nodded.

“Combining what I’ve taught you so far,” he said, a tiny spark growing in his eye. “I think you’re ready.”

And before I knew what hit me, that gorgeous, devilish smirk reappeared on his face, so fast it was almost out of character. Almost.

He looks so proud...

My heart raced.

I bet this is the face he makes when he’s doing something he’s passionate about.

I could not say no to that face.

“Sure.”

“Great!” Kunikida exclaimed. “Here’s how we’re going to do this. When I move the top arms on this dummy, I want you to duck. When I move the ones in the middle, you block. And when you see an opening of any kind—any that you feel safe taking—I want you to throw a punch.”

He tapped a blank spot in the middle section of the dummy.

“Right here. And don’t worry, I’ll go slow. You ready?”

“Yes!”

And with that, lesson three began. True to his word, Kunikida started slow—slow enough that I was able to get used to the hits fairly quickly. After just a few rounds, I was able to recognize the patterns Kunikida was using and as the opportunities for hits, blocks and ducking began to fall into a steady rhythm, I found my thoughts drifting...

I had no plans to use my Ability on Kunikida for ulterior motives. But was it possible to use my Ability for combat situations? Or to suss out potential enemies?

Kunikida aimed an arm at my head and I ducked.

What if—just what if—I ran into an enemy I was able to touch? Would I be able to use my Ability to tell when attacks were incoming? Or from what direction? Could I use it to save my life or another’s in an actual fight?

“Oda-san took out an entire battalion of soldiers before his demise,” Akutagawa’s voice echoed.

Another wooden arm came at my head and I ducked again.

Oda-san...

As I threw out my next punch, I thought back to the lone grave under the tree in the cemetery.

S. Oda...

I had no proof this was the same person as the “Oda-san” Akutagawa had spoken of in the parking garage. The only things the two seemed to have in common were the fact that both were deceased and they shared a last name—a very common one.

I blocked just as an arm came swinging in from my right.

“When they told me an Ability User who could see the future had appeared once more, I was set on capturing them at all costs... I thought perhaps you were the second coming of Oda-san.”

The top arm swung towards me and I ducked once again.

An Ability User who could see the future, like me...

From what Akutagawa had said, it seemed my Ability was similar to his, this Oda’s. Similar but not the same, apparently. But still useful enough that the Port Mafia had taken an interest in him.

Who was he? And what connection did he have with the Port Mafia?

I heard a soft thwack as my fist made contact with the center of the dummy once again.

Kunikida’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“Kusunoki...”

“Oda-san... That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.”

Dazai knew of him. And he seemed to know Akutagawa too. Did the rivalry between the Agency and the Port Mafia stretch that far back?

But the way he’d laughed...

“Kusunoki.”

Dazai had laughed almost as if we’d been talking about an old friend...

And his face...

I threw out my left arm just in time to block the incoming hit.

He looked just like Professor Matsuyama did when we stood there in the cemetery in front of Kei’s grave. Such a quiet, yet wistful smile...

Just looking at him made my heart ache...

“Kusunoki!”

I came to with a sharp gasp just as a wooden peg came rushing towards my head.

There wasn’t enough time to block or duck!! What should I—?!

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact. But all that happened was the arm coming to an abrupt stop at my temple. I opened my eyes to see Kunikida, standing on the other side of the wing-chun dummy, his grin now completely gone and his gray-green eyes stern.

“Kusunoki...”

I felt a light tap as Kunikida softly nudged the arm against my head.

“You were distracted,” he said, his frown deepening. “You do realize that in an actual fight, your opponent won’t give you many chances to strike back or defend yourself?”

“I... I know,” I mumbled, a slow flush of shame coloring my ears.

Unable to face him, bowed my head and looked away.

“I’m sorry.”

“‘Sorry?’”

Kunikida’s voice was low, troubled.

“I don’t mean to be harsh with you, Kusunoki-kun, but it’s dangerous for you to lose concentration when you’re in the middle of something like this. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

But as I found myself staring at a tiny bit of tatami unraveling on the floor, I heard Kunikida breathe a very heavy sigh from the other side of the dummy.

“I’m not angry with you, Kusunoki-kun,” Kunikida said softly, stepping out from behind the dummy. “Nor am I looking for an apology.”

He grew quiet.

“I just want to know if there’s something going on.”

I looked up.

“Huh?”

“You’re still distracted,” Kunikida said, now sounding a touch concerned. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

I hesitated.

Kunikida-san...

He was worried. About me.

I studied the tall, blonde detective’s face, his handsome features tightening in a show of unease. My stomach twisted painfully as I realized I’d done this to him.

I was the reason Kunikida was making such a face right now.

Should I tell him about the grave? Or even the case?

I remembered the way he’d looked at me the night I’d held that glass shard to my neck in the infirmary—the look of absolute horror at what I was about to do.

My stomach tightened further.

Or might it trouble him if he knew what kind of memories this case was about to bring back...?

I looked away.

“I’m alright, Kunikida-san...” I murmured, feeling my bangs shifting slightly over my eyes.

I lifted my hand to tuck them away and smiled.

“It’s really nothing... I was just thinking about my new assignment.”

One of Kunikida’s eyebrows lifted up towards his bangs. He adjusted his glasses and studied me.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “It was a little difficult getting started without a case partner but there’s no need to worry.”

I can’t make Kunikida worry. Not when he’s already doing so much for me...

I dropped my hand.

“Dazai actually helped me yesterday and it’s going okay now.”

At this, Kunikida’s eyes widened.

“Dazai... did?”

“Y-yeah.” I laughed a little. “I know. Surprising, right?”

When Kunikida didn’t speak, I suddenly realized I’d made a mistake.

Oh no. I just insulted his partner...! Quick, Kyou! Think of something nice to say!! About Dazai, as much as it hurts to!

“I—I mean, I know he’s not usually that serious about his work,” I babbled, “but he can be a surprisingly good mentor when he’s trying to be! Don’t you think? If anything—!!”

I flushed, my face suddenly burning like the steadily rising sun.

“I think I’m really lucky! To have both Dazai-san and Kunikida-san as my mentors!”

Agh! I said it!

I couldn’t take it. I turned around to hide my face as Kunikida’s eyes widened even further.

That was embarrassing! SO embarrassing! If only I had the guts to tell Kunikida what I thought of him without having to bring Dazai into it—!!

But maybe one day...?

“Kusunoki-kun...”

Kunikida’s voice was quiet, hesitant. Almost uncharacteristically so.

I turned around to see him standing there with an unreadable look in his beautiful sage-colored eyes.

“Is that...” he started, his gray-green eyes searching mine for something I couldn’t name.

He swallowed.

“Is that what you really think?”

I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“It... it is.”

“I see...”

He dropped his gaze. He looked like he was thinking very hard about something.

“...Kunikida-san?”

I took a step towards him.

Why was he looking like that? Did I say the wrong thing?

Did I upset him?

But when Kunikida glanced back up, the unreadable look was no longer visible and I found myself once again looking into the calm eyes of a professional.

I stopped moving towards him.

“Should we... go back to training?” I asked hesitantly.

Kunikida’s brows drew together.

“Training?”

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “We were working with the dummy?”

“Right...”

He frowned.

“You’re not tired?”

“No, not at all!” I lied, ignoring the subtle ache in my arms. “Honestly, I could even go for another hour if you want!”

Kunikida raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” he asked.

Crossing his arms, he came towards me.

“You really want to spend another hour training with me?” Kunikida asked, taking his olive-green notebook back out of his gi.

I could feel myself sweating bullets as his gray-green eyes raked over me.

I was starting to regret my words.

“Uh... yes?”

He sighed.

“You’re pushing yourself again, aren’t you, Kusunoki?” he said, to which my only response was a violent twitch.

Busted.

“Don’t do that,” he said, his expression softening. “If you push yourself too hard too fast, you’re going to make things more difficult for yourself down the line. Not to mention you still have the rest of the work day to get through.”

“Right,” I mumbled, rubbing the top of my head self-consciously even though it didn’t hurt.

“And on that note...”

Kunikida looked to his phone as it began emitting a subtle beeping noise.

“I think that’s all the time we have for today,” he said, silencing the alarm and looking back up at me. “Why don’t we end here and pick back up tomorrow? We actually got a lot further than I was expecting today and you’ve already improved a lot in just a couple sessions.”

He studied me for a moment before speaking again.

“...You practiced at home last night, didn’t you?”

I was taken aback.

“You can tell?”

“I can.”

Kunikida nodded at me and for a moment, there was a flicker of that beautiful smile again, the one he’d worn earlier this morning.

If I didn’t know any better...

I swallowed dryly, my stomach doing a weird sort of flip as I looked at him.

I’d say Kunikida looks proud of me...!

“Keep up the good work, Kusunoki-kun,” Kunikida said, turning back around to drag the training dummy away. “I’ll see you same time tomorrow morning. Just remember not to overexert yourself in the meantime, okay?”

He shot me a stern look over his shoulder just as I was about to reach for the dummy, to help him put it away.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“And Kusunoki?”

I let out a surprised squeak as Kunikida lightly swatted his notebook on top of my head.

Kunikida smiled.

“Don’t forget to concentrate.”

***

“Keep up the good work, Kusunoki-kun...”

I couldn’t help wiggling around a little in a sort of happy dance as I picked up the tea pot and moved it towards the cups I’d been preparing nearby in the break room.

He really was proud of me! I’d done something to impress Kunikida-san!

I thought back to the way he’d looked this morning, that playful smirk, those quiet little grins, those beautiful, absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous smiles...!!

I brought my hand to my cheek and sighed.

These training sessions were great!!

Something hot brushed against my finger and I jerked the teapot away from the first cup just as it began to overflow.

“Oh, shit.”

Kunikida had been telling me to concentrate all morning and here I was zoning out again.

I put the teapot down and sighed.

If I really wanted to be the kind of mentee Kunikida could be proud of, then I really had to start focusing more.

I reached for a towel and began wiping up the spilled tea.

That’s right. Focus, work hard, and someday—maybe someday soon—I could finally confess my feelings to Kunikida. I wanted to see him smile more—wanted to be one of the reasons he smiled every single day!

“Kyou-chan...”

Yes, to hear him call me by my name so casually would be the height of bliss!

“Kyou-chan!!”

I actually jumped as a black-clad hand descended on my shoulder.

I whirled.

“Y-Yosano-sensei?!”

“Daydreaming, are we?” Yosano drawled, looking every bit as amused as she sounded.

She reached over the small puddle I was trying to sop up and picked up the only full teacup on the counter, blowing on it softly before bringing it to her glossy pink lips, which were stretched wide in a very knowing smirk.

“I take it the training session went well?”

“H-how could you tell?” I squeaked, going red yet again.

“Oh, I dunno,” she said, leaning on the counter next to me. Her grin widened. “Might have something to do with that little dance you were doing earlier.”

I flushed even darker.

“You saw that?”

“You were humming too,” she pointed out, taking another sip of her tea. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed! I thought it was cute. I bet Kunikida would find it cute too, if you ever decide to show him.”

“Yosano-sensei!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” she laughed, her violet eyes sparkling as she regarded me. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to him, especially if you’re not ready to tell him. I’m just having a little fun with you, that’s all.”

“Thanks,” I breathed, lifting the teapot back up so I could fill the rest of the cups.

“But seriously,” Yosano said, holding out her cup for more tea. “Are you going to tell him any time soon? Because he’s really not good with this kind of thing and if you don’t...”

I put the teapot down as Yosano took her cup with her on her way out of the break room.

“If I don’t...?”

“Ah...”

Yosano paused by the door, her gaze dropping to the floor.

“Sorry, Kyou-chan. I shouldn’t have mentioned that,” she said quietly. “Not my place to. Just... keep in mind what I said, okay?”

“O-okay...”

And with that, she disappeared out into the hallway. Confused, I went out into the hallway with the tray of tea cups and began passing them out to my coworkers.

“He’s really not good with this kind of thing.”

What did she mean by that?

And what was she going to say before she stopped herself?

But as the tray emptied and I went back to my desk, I found my thoughts drifting from Yosano’s cryptic words back to Kunikida’s advice.

Stay focused and work hard. That was the way to the man’s heart.

Which meant it was time to get back to work. If I wanted to make it so that I wasn’t lying to Kunikida about making good headway in my case, I needed to verify the things Professor Matsuyama had said to me yesterday in the cemetery.

I opened my laptop, pulled up the search bar and started typing. A few moments later, I had what I was looking for: news articles from several years back.

The short one mentioning Kei’s suicide was easy enough to find but the information on Kei’s dead parents was a little harder to come by. After about a half hour of searching, I landed upon the obituary. Kei’s parents were indeed long since deceased and the remainder of his family had now moved out of Japan entirely and chosen to settle abroad in the US.

I leaned back in my chair and sighed, staring at the photo of Kei taken in high school, arm in arm with a boy I slowly began to recognize as a much younger Matsuyama Shin. It looked like they were celebrating their scholarships and entry into the university professor Matsuyama now taught at.

They looked like a couple of shounen manga heroes, blissfully unaware of what the future would bring...

I hit print and went to retrieve the documents.

With the police reports and these articles, I’d solved the first part of the case. I now knew exactly who Masaoka Kei was and what his relationship was to Professor Matsuyama.

As for the second part of the case...

“I want you to tell me if Sensei was responsible for Kei-san’s death.”

I placed the articles into the case folder and sighed.

At this point in the investigation, that answer was just about wrapped up as well. Most of the suspicious aspects of the case—the waiving away of the autopsy, the next-of-kin thing, even the professor sneaking off to mourn in private—all of that seemed to check out.

The only thing left unsolved was why the professor felt so guilty about Kei’s suicide.

I bit my lip.

I had promised to leave Natsuki out of any further investigations but I needed another lead if I wanted to close out this final part of the case.

Maybe I should call Nomura again, to give him an update and ask if there was anything else I might be able to look into.

I reached into my bag for my cell phone and immediately groaned when I pulled it back out.

Looks like I’d accidentally opened a video in my web browser while I was busy this morning and now my battery was completely drained. Grumbling to myself, I slid open the drawer that held my spare charger but the first thing I saw when I peeked inside wasn’t the slim white cable I was looking for.

It was the envelope the clerk at the police station had given me.

And Kei’s suicide note was still inside...

Heart pounding, I reached for it with trembling fingers.

Would this give me the answer I was searching for?

I pulled it out and began to read.

“To my dearest Shin-kun...”

My eyes widened.

It was addressed directly to the professor?

I placed the letter on the desk and smoothed it out on the polished wooden surface so I could see it better.

“To my dearest Shin-kun...

By the time you read this letter, I will have departed this world for the next. I apologize that you have to be the one to find me like this but I hope you won’t think too badly of me for it. It wasn’t my intention to leave you and Natsuki in this way. In fact, up until two days ago, I believed I would be parting ways with you at the airport in a few months’ time, with each of us heading for a future much brighter than the ones we’d imagined for ourselves in high school.

Shin-kun, I couldn’t be more proud of you.

I still remember when you had remedial lessons, when you’d come to me for help at the end of the day and I would jokingly offer my tutoring services in exchange for favors or snacks. I remember the day my parents died and how you’d been the one to comfort me when I was crying in the library. And I remember the day we’d arrived together at the university and how you’d fearlessly stepped through the archway while I faltered and watched you go on ahead.

And now, you’ve done it.

You, my best friend and brother, have been accepted into the program of your dreams. In several years time, you will be a history professor at your chosen university, lecturing starry-eyed students while your research papers make it into journals read all around the world. And not only that, but you’ll have Natsuki-chan, while I...”

Pausing for a moment, I squinted at the page and brought it closer to my face.

The ink looked like it was running here and the page was slightly stained...

“Are these...?”

“Natsuki-chan, huh?” said a voice in my ear. “She sounds cute. She single?”

I let out a surprised squeak.

Clapping my hand over my burning ear, I turned to my right to see Dazai perched at the edge of my desk, a thick bundle of electrical cables clutched in one hand.

“What the—?! Dazai-san,” I choked out, pushing my chair away from him as he looked at me.

I didn’t take my hand off of my ear.

“What are you doing at my desk?”

“I wanted to borrow this extension cord,” he said plainly, reaching over my mug of tea with one long, bandaged arm. “You’re not using it, right?”

“I am using it!” I snapped, pushing him away. “Can’t you see I’ve got my phone plugged in? And besides...”

I eyed the collection of electrical cables in his hand.

“Don’t you think you already have enough?”

“Hardly,” he snorted, trying to get around me as I kept pushing the cord away. “These are all way too short. I’m gonna need a bunch more if I want to make it work.”

“Make what work?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

“Oh, just a small project that may or may not grant me the painless death I’ve been longing for,” Dazai quipped.

Brightening up, he turned to me and smiled.

“In other words, I’m braiding these together to make a noose! Wanna help?”

Mortified, I pounced on my extension cord.

“Absolutely not!”

“Aww, c’mon, Kusunoki!” he whined, his eyes getting all big and puppy-like. “I’m not asking you to join me, I could just use a little help getting there! Please, pretty please?”

“I said no!” I exclaimed, my grip tightening on my extension cord.

“Hey, Kusunoki-kun...”

A shiver traveled through my arm and up my spine as Dazai dropped his voice low, his tone sultry and inviting as he spoke right into my ear again. I felt the heat in my face intensify as he began stroking my hand—the one that was still gripping the cable—with one long, thin finger.

“Come on, please?” he whispered, his eyes growing dark. “If this works, I won’t ask you for anything else ever again. I promise.”

His breath was so warm against my cheek. His brown eyes sparkled as they looked into mine.

“Be my accomplice?” he whispered.

Dazai smiled.

“Please...?”

“Please, please, keep what I’ve said to you today from my wife...”

I gasped.

Suddenly I was staring not into the eyes of the attractive, bandaged brunette but the eyes of Professor Matsuyama. I could practically feel the sea breeze on my face as it swept through the graveyard and as my mouth hung slack, I recalled the way the professor had gingerly touched his fingertips to the headstone before him and whispered the words aloud...

“I’ll be seeing you.”

Panic surging through me, I reached out and seized his arm.

“No, don’t!!”

CRASH.

All eyes in the room turned to me as I felt something warm and wet dripping down my arm and onto my skirt. I looked down to see that I’d knocked over the mug of jasmine tea that had been sitting on my desk and as I slowly took in the scene around me, I realized two things.

One, I was clutching Dazai’s bandaged forearm with both hands as if my life depended on it.

Two...

The tea had spilled all over my table and my copy of Kei’s letter was now completely illegible.

#bsd #kunikida x oc #dazai x oc #fanfiction

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odatodeath · 3 years

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⚑ make it as awkward for Jin as possible

SYMBOL MEME ⚑ - Nobunaga and Jin are mistaken to be a couple by someone.

“Yes, we met just recently.” Nobunaga supplied smoothly.

The person they were speaking to-- some manager from another branch of the company, Niwa-- must’ve just assumed that the new face hanging around Nobunaga was another one of the lovers the Oda surrounded himself with.

There was some truth to the idea, sure. But Nobunaga knew that the poor yakuza, like a mouse caught in a trap, would just hate having someone perceive their relationship as anything more than the prey and the predator.

Nagahide wasn’t the type to gossip, or surround himself in any drama whatsoever. In fact, he wasn’t even entirely all that concerned or interested in Nobunaga’s boy toy. He’d only inquired so that he would know what to expect.

But Nobunaga, loving showing-off and making people into his playthings, would really drive this conversation home.

Taking a sip of his iced coffee, he touched the small of Jin’s back in an affectionate, gentle way. It was all to get under his skin.

“He was trying to con me out of my money, but I don’t think he’s cut-out for the job. We had a lovely date together and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to cause me any more trouble.” His eyes flickered between the two. Might as well be as honest as possible-- it was more embarrassing for Jin, that way.

“And he hasn’t yet met Kicho, but she’ll be visiting soon.”

Before Jin could get any word in edgewise, Nobunaga was starting to prattle on about business, and how Nagahide should’ve gotten a visit from this “Kicho” lady recently. In a matter of seconds, it was like Nobunaga had completely erased Jin from his mind (Niwa was still skeptical of him, judging by the narrowed eyes in his direction.)

He could leave if he wanted, but if he did, Nobunaga would hook a finger in the pocket of his pants to keep him in place before laying it on thick with a low: “See you later, Jin.” ... and then letting him go.

#tsushima-no-onryo #( if the bird doesn't sing - asks )#( the tycoon - modern verse )

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dapper-ships-herself · 4 years

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@dokiqx @raudrfox2

The answer changes a bit depending on the s/i, so I'm gonna start with more general and like personal and then go into my s/is.

Dazai and I both, let's say wrestle with certain feelings about life and the world around us. When it feels like you're adrift and very little matters, it helps a great deal to have someone to ground you, and that's Dazai and I for each other. When the world is cruel, we can reach out our hands and feel the warmth, and through that feel safe and real. Neither of us are used to letting ourselves be fully vulnerable to the people around us, we're always masking something, maybe not for entirely the same reasons, but we are. Our relationship is when we both let those walls fall bit by bit, letting go of fear and trepidation. He never even thought he could feel real love before, both of us had thought we weren't worthy of it.

And Dazai is a genius, he's amazing and confident in his abilities, he can see straight through pretty much anyone, so I think why would he even want me, I'm so boring and predictable, I'm not a fan of taking risks and putting myself out there. But Dazai sees all my good qualities, he appreciates my strong empathy and my compassion, he sees how even though I struggle with my own worth I put so much worth into the lives around me, and I have a fun way of thinking about a lot of things, I'm creative bright even when I think I'm not. I become like a fresh, sunny spring day for his soul. And Dazai, his hands are so stained and his mind so jaded, even as he works to redeem himself and be on the side that saves people, he thinks there's too much darkness to ever truly be washed away. But I know that even though he's done a lot of bad, what matters most is what he's doing now; he's trying so hard to be good, to move away from the darkness that only acted as a negative feedback loop for him, that was never good for a boy with a mind like his. He is actively trying to be a good man, and I remind him of that. Neither of us are ever going to be perfect, but that's fine when we're together through our flaws. And through it all, we help each other see the beautiful things to live for.

Okay, now let's go into some specifics for the s/is.

ADA! Gillian has been through some pretty deep trauma with the loss of her little sister when they were kids, and at the time she thought she'd never ever recover from that and stay in the emotionless darkness forever, but with the help of Fukuzawa and Ranpo and the other agency members, she was able to heal. Despite the guilt and trauma that still sticks to her, how easy it would be to write the world off as simply cruel and uncaring, that's not her style. She loves the world, she loves the people in it, she knows that there's darkness but that only means that the rest of them should try their hardest to spread as much love and compassion as they can to balance that out. To Dazai, her unwavering light is strange but so calming. She's so strong in her determination to protect her family and everyone and everything that needs saving, it really touches something in him. She teaches him that it's okay, that they deserve to laugh and love and live, and she helps show him how to actively view the world for it's good parts. Even if someday it's hard, some days she's sad and can't forget the past, some days she tries very hard to push away the anger that festers in her at the unfairness that abounds, she still tries and now they can stand by each other's sides and try together. And he also knows what it's like to suffer and lose the one person who's most important, and he helps her confront the guilt that still clings to her, in fact that's something mutual. And she also, even though she accepts and appreciates her ability for how it lets her help people, it's also an ability that takes away a person's free will and can cause a lot of destruction, and she is afraid of the inherent evilness of it, and though Dazai respects how she's made the concious choice to only use it to help people, he sees her fear and helps her accept it.

Mafia! Gillian and Dazai probably have the most complicated relationship of all. Neither really wanted friends or saw the use of them, but they became each other's first real friend after he joins the mafia. They connect and resonate in a much stronger and more natural way than either were really prepared for; and then they were part of the quartet with Ango and Oda too, and she loved them all. She could be quoted as saying the three of them were probably the only things keeping her sane in the Port Mafia. And then she went away on a mission for a few weeks, no contact with her friends, and suddenly that little slice of joy she had was shattered, Oda was killed, Ango had been a double agent the whole time, and Dazai had abandoned her without so much as a good bye, much less and explanation. It sent her to a dark place for a while. She wanted to hate Dazai, and she certainly felt bitter, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him; how could she, really. She disliked being in the Port Mafia, but not only does she feel she'd have no where else to go, that if she left she'd be leaving her father, Ougai, aka the only person who's ever seen to genuinely want her around and stay that way, but her ability is literally to control darkness and too much light literally causes her pain and discomfort, it's clear to her that she was born to forever stay in the world of darkness and never be able to stand in the light. When she and Dazai eventually meet again four years after he left the mafia, there's a lot of complicated feelings too work through. She's bitter and angry and can't understand why he'd leave her like that if their friendship really meant anything; Dazai thought it was the right move at the time, he justified it to himself by reasoning that he knew she felt chained to the mafia and he had to leave quickly and cleanly in order to successfully rid himself of his dark past, he couldn't risk waiting for her to come back from her mission and having to convince her. But, really, he was afraid. After all, he's convinced that everything he desires will slip through his fingers the moment he obtains it. If he tried to hold on to the happiness she brought him and selfishly took her with him, he'd only bring her ruin some other way, and he wasn't deserving of her. He genuinely does regret it though, and it's not easy for him to admit that he was wrong but he knows that this is one instance where he was so terribly wrong. They have to work through these feelings in order to get anywhere, and she also has to realize that she does have the capability to step into the light, which she does partially with Dazai's help. There's a lot of fighting through the bullshit to finally be together.

Jekyll! Gillian takes the stuff mentioned earlier about always masking some part of ourselves to the extreme. Her ability, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, literally manifests her jaded view of the world into a physical creature of chaos, aka Hyde. And she rejects Hyde hardcore, that's why she's so unstable, destructive, and difficult to control, as well as hates her in return. She puts on the sugariest of sweet faces to try and mask this darkness, but Dazai is able to see it. He recognizes her mask easily, because he's basically doing the exact same thing. Eventually, after a lot of plot haha, they're able to help each other let go of their facades a bit and better accept themselves for who they are. They find this kinship in each other that honestly makes it easier for them to let go of their guards at least a little bit. They both hold a lot of jaded darkness with themselves, and they've both done some pretty terrible things and dirtied their hands, him in the mafia and her in the Order of the Clocktower, and they were both able to break away from that to try and become better people, and that's really nice for them to be able to relate to each other.

Circus! Gillian is, true to the name of her troupe the Circus of the Disillusioned, disillusioned about much of the world. It's dirty and cruel and not on your side. But, the circus always promoted family, the whole reason Voltaire formed the troupe was to attempt to not lay there and accept their wretched fate, that they as humans should try and create at least small pockets of a world more right and colorful. And this ideal stays with her. So yeah, they're both not huge fans of the world, but she has a more innate desire to change that, and she believes it's the duty of humans to fight through and not back away from the world through means like suicide (does that make sense? Trying to word it properly). So she actually is pretty, hm, disgusted is too strong of a word to use, she clashes a lot with Dazai's suicidal jokes. And she's too tsundere and jaded herself to outright be all flowery ~I will help you~, but that sort of discussion is a theme between them early on. Their abilities are foils for each other as well, Dazai is an ability nullifier, she's an ability amplifier, and that sort of reflects their views too.

Guild! Gillian at first seems to have the most innocent view of the world, after all she's rich and spoiled by her father, Francis. And she acts rather carefree too, like someone who's always been secure and never known difficulty. But she has known pain, and there's more than a naive rich girl beneath the surface. She's cunning and knows how to read people, she's been trained in the art of business since she was a child and had it drilled into her that you must never roll over for the world. She's also been taught that she's the daughter of the great Fitzgerald, which means she's meant for greatness too, and she hides it from her father but that's left her with a desperation to prove herself and live up to a great big shadow. But she's genuinely kind too, she loves the world for it's flaws and wants to support the people in it. So yeah, they're ways of thinking clash a bit, but at the same time they work perfectly in other aspects. At first, it's more like he's interested in her for the sort of contradictions she poses, but he starts to genuinely respect her and admire how she chooses to see kindness and work for it, how she takes things in to her own hands to make the world she sees in her mind real. And she respects him for his intellect and eventually for his resolve once she learns of his past. And respect is pretty much the bud that will bloom into love.

There's a lot of fighting to find the light in the dark and acceptance of ourselves.

I hope this was all coherent and not to rambly ha.

#self ship #selfship #self shipping #selfshipping #self insert #dapper answers #dazian #dapper inserts #dapper inserts: ada #dapper inserts: mafia #dapper inserts: jekyll #dapper inserts: circus #dapper inserts: guild

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[Sengoku Night Blood] Date Masamune【You can only show that look to】 5☆ Story Translation: A look only kept between us two

**Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン ) ✾ Senbura will be terminating service on the 25th of December✾

It was an unusual festival; one where all participants had to dress up.

The fact that the Sanada Army, the Toyotomi Army, and even the Oda Army were taking part in this particular event, created a widespread hype in all of their respective territories.

"If that's what's necessary to make the civilians happy, then..." And that's how even the Date Army ended up joining the wagon.

Masamune: (There's art to simply imitating something that the other Armies have already done; therefore...)

Masamune: --It's me. I'm coming in.

Ran: Masamune-san? Is something the matter?

Sliding open the door, I saw Ran working, fixing something up with the sewing kit all laid out before her.

Masamune: Is that costume for the festival...?

Ran: Yup! I thought I'd join in and dress up for a change since you're all going to be participating in it anyway.

Ran: Oops, sorry for the mess. I'll clean it up right away!

Masamune: No matter, I do not mind if you continue on with your work. I came here only because I had something I'd like to ask you.

"You wanted to ask me something?" She repeated, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

Masamune: I heard from Shigazane that you also had a similar event like this back in your world; one where all participants had to dress up. I wish to participate, so please, do tell me more about it.

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According to what she said, they do have an event similar to this back in her world. It was called "Halloween", where people dress-up and exchange sweets.

Masamune: (Exchange sweets? There are a lot of seasonal ingredients available during this period of time. If we were to make use of those...)

Ran: A penny for your thoughts?

Masamune: ...Well. I was just thinking about how we could incorporate certain things from what you just told me. A plan, if you may. We can make use of a couple of things.

Ran: I'm glad to be of help! Do tell me if you want to know anything else, or if there's anything I can possibly give you more insight into.

Masamune: Yeah. Well...thanks, I guess...

I trailed off, embarrassed; my word of thanks sounding seemingly quieter than I had originally intended.

Surprisingly, she actually managed to catch what I said and shot me a full-fledged grin, along with a "You're welcome".

Masamune: W-What do you intend to dress up as? As far as I can see, you've got ears and a tail done up...

Ran: Uh, a werewolf, I suppose?

I might have been a little too forceful with my words, in my haste to change the topic. Still, that answer I got...

Masamune: But, a werewolf's nothing special at all. So why would you go out of the way as to make such a-

Ran: It's such a perfect opportunity! I couldn't let it go to waste! With this, I can finally match-up with all of you!

Flustered, she patted the ears and tail that she had crafted.

Masamune: ("Match-up" with all of us? That sounds like something only she'd think of. Still, that's not such a bad thing either...although, the way she included all of us into that statement leaves much to be desired.)

Ran: I've only got the ears left, but it's rather difficult making it as round and fluffy as I want it to... I suppose I'm fighting a losing battle here in terms of progress.

Suddenly, she swiveled around to face me, as if having jolted herself into a startling realization. Towards me...? Or rather...to my ears.

Ran: Um, Masamune-san? I've got a requ-

Masamune: No.

Ran: But- But I haven't said anything...

Masamune: Humph. You wish to see my ears, don't you? I don't have to hear it coming from you; I could quite literally see it from the way you were looking at me.

I don't hide my ears, but it's not like I'd just willingly show them off to anyone else on the drop of a hat.

Even if she's the one asking. No...It's precisely because it's her tha-

Ran: ...I see. I suppose I'll just have to ask one of the others then.

Masamune: -Wait. Others? Who!?

Ran: Shigazane-san or Kojuro-san, perhaps. And if they're busy, then maybe someone else...?

Masamune: (If she's going to be referencing their ears, that means that the ears she's crafting will no doubt be the kind that stands upright. And that's...no, I won't stand for that.)

Masamune: ...If you really insist upon requiring something to reference then I suppose I shall.

Ran: Huh? But...

Masamune: What are you dissatisfied about? Aren't you the one who said you wanted to have a look at them?

Ran: I-I'm not dissatisfied at all! Not in the slightest! Um, well... I'll take you up for your word then.

Stooping down to her eye-level, I lowered my head so that she could have a look at my ears.

Ran: They're...they're really fluffy.

She had reached out almost immediately, stroking and patting them. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all, just a little ticklish or sorts and, well, odd. It made me restless.

Masamune: ...That should be enough, right? The end.

I raised my head and looked back at her, already getting back to work on sewing those ears. She seemed to have gotten a few clues on how to make them, I suppose.

Ran: Speaking of which, what are you going to be dressing up as for the festival?

I jerked upwards, suddenly having been asked a question that I, for one, had never actually stopped to think about.

Masamune: I'm not going to. Plus, that's not even part of the festival preparations. Also, it's not dignified for me to even be out there with all of you since I'm a lord.

Ran: Of course not! I'm sure you'll turn out all cool and dignified no matter what it is you're wearing!

Ran: So how about something... Ah! How does a mummy sound? We can turn you into one so long as we have some bandages on hand!

Masamune: A mummy? What in the world is that?

Upon further explanation, I came to understand that a mummy, was in fact, a being from a fictional world wrapped entirely in bandages.

Masamune: (A being that moves even after death... What an oddity. It's curious, indeed.)

Masamune: I'll be fine, on second thought.

Ran: But it's such a great opportunity...

She seems rather intent on getting me all dressed up, for some odd reason.

Time passed as we argued back and forth about how I should and shouldn't turn up as a mummy... And before we knew it, the ears she was working on had been completed.

Ran: It's just the right size and it won't come off even if I move around. I think this might just be my best work yet!

Ran: Thank you, Masamune-san! It's all thanks to you that I could get these done!

She turned back to face me after prancing around for a while with the ears atop her head. The sight of her, with those god-forsaken ears, sent my heart thumping louder and louder.

-Cute. That was all I could think of. Nothing, nothing could ever express it better.

Masamune: ...That won't do. Wear something else instead.

Ran: Huh? Why? Does it...does it not suit me?

Masamune: I'm telling you that you shouldn't have to show anyone else how lovely you look in those.

Whispering into her ear, I watched as her kicked puppy look turned into one of embarrassment as the blush crept up her face.

Masamune: (A werewolf? Looks more like a kitten when she's the one doing it.)

I softly smoothed my fingers over her cheeks, feeling as it slowly grew redder and felt more feverish by the second.

Masamune: I'll dress up as whatever you were talking about earlier, but only if it's for your own eyes and no other. So...

Masamune: You're can only show me how you look in that, and no one else.

Our gazes met, and she gave a small nod in reply. Hugging her close, I gently placed my lips over hers, as if trying to soothe the nerves of a frazzled cat...

#Sengoku Night Blood #Senbura #Otome #Date Masamune #Translations #戦刻ナイトブラッド #Umehara Yuichiro

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lynneshobbydomain · 4 years

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Vengeance Chapter 8

(Thank you all so much for the reblogs and the likes, you guys keep inspiring me to create this story. It’s a very intense and taxing story, and I still admire those who can write thrillers and mysteries. If you have any comments or suggestions, I’m always thrilled to listen.

Thank you @sinfulwonders for betaing me. You always manage to reign me in and point out when I get to excited and go down a plot hole I can’t get out of!)

Rated: Mature (Themes of kidnapping)

Summary: Amateur Detective Shuichi Saihara knew that searching for the “Usual 16” wasn’t going to get him anywhere. The disappearances weren’t being tracked in any news outlet, and very few families even tried to come forward to ask for help, let alone to report them missing. Yet, Shuichi can’t shake off the feeling that there’s a reason behind the disappearances, and he’s close to the answer.He just didn’t realize that the answer was going to hit close to home, in more ways than one.

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[Seeker: Shinigami-san, I have a question I’d like to ask you, if it’s at all possible. ]

[Shinigami: I can attempt to answer. ]

[Seeker: Is it common for them to forget their names in the game? ]

Shuichi held his breath as he watched the chat log fly through different people’s opinions. He had managed to get into a DM with Shinigami, and somehow Loki managed to invite himself into the chat as well. He supposed that while he had been watching the recorded episode, something must have changed between the two users. He wasn’t about to press and pry however, he had bigger fish to fry.

[Loki: Yeah I was wondering that myself the other day. I thought it was common, so I didn’t ask. Haha. ]

Shinigami did call out Loki as a person who was new, but Shuichi wasn’t too certain about that. Maybe not new in the sense that he just got into the game, but maybe new in the sense that he had been in and out and was just recently back in? It was hard to tell. Some of these users had been around for years. Some of them griped about how different the chat log was, and how the rules were stupid about not complaining. Of course that instantly got them banned. Shuichi glanced over at the episode that was playing. Currently, Rantaro was making his rounds, checking in on the other players.

Currently, Rantaro was conversing with Yadori as they walked down an overgrown hallway. “I got into it when I was really small. I guess I just liked that I felt like I was flying, I could do anything! Every single spin and twirl, I always want to try to go higher, last for longer.” Yadori explained, as they turned a corner. “One day, I hope to be in the Olympics!”

“Sounds like you have a lot of work cut out for you, Yadori-chan.” Rantaro gave her a lazy smile, but it was full of pride. A type of smile a brother would give to a sister. “When we make it out of here, I’ll be sure to swing by one of your performances. I bet watching you would be a treat.”

“Mhm! Yes!” Yadori beamed. “I’ll have to make sure to save you a ticket.” She tugged on a strand of her hair as she smiled shyly. “It’ll be nice to have a friend support me in the stands. I’m used to it just being my parents, and people who I thought were my friends.”

Rantaro frowned, folding his arms as he spoke. “That’s not cool.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so either. I broke off with them a long time ago. Still...it hurts thinking that they were hanging around me for my fame. Rather than because they actually cared about me. I tried teaching one of my friends how to skate once.” Yadori tugged her hair sharply. “It didn’t work.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” The silence was heavy between them for a moment. Shuichi could feel the tension between them. Awkward and tight. If he could leave that situation, he would’ve, but the cameras were still rolling. Clearly there was either more to say, or they were waiting for some sort of bombshell. “You know...I admire Yuya-chan.”

“Yuya-chan?” Rantaro was bit taken aback, and Shuichi couldn’t blame him. “Why?”

“She’s fearless.” Yadori gave a nervous giggle, pulling her hair and then twirling it from left to right between her fingers. “She has this “I’m going to do what I want” type of personality. All you can do is watch her go after it. I got to go into her lab the other day. I never saw so many explosives and different fire hazards in my life. I told her she could burn that lab down so easily...she said that she knew.”

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on her.” Rantaro mused. “Last thing I want is for her to get hurt.”

“I think she’s very used to getting hurt.” Yadori commented. Rantaro sent her a look and she wilted a little. “I’m not saying that’s a good thing, Amami-kun. But I am saying that she’s used to it. Probably a bit too much.”

“Like an addiction?” Rantaro frowned. “I wonder…”

“You two!”

Both Yadori and Rantro looked away from each other to see that Ajishi was coming towards them, looking fierce and red. Her hair was a mess, her ponytail was falling apart. Her goggles were slipping off of her head and her mask was down and under her chin. “I would like to ask you to meet me in the dining hall ASAP.”

“Uh...why?” Yadori blinked.

“Just do it!” She snapped before she turned on her heel and walked off.

Shuichi blinked slowly. That wasn’t typical Ajishi behavior. Rantaro folded his arms against his chest, his eyes narrowed at Ajishi’s retreating back. “Something has her twisted.”

“That was terrifying.” Yadori pursed her lips together. “I wonder what happened...do you think everyone’s going to be there?”

“If it has something to do with the killing game, we probably should go.” Rantaro agreed. “I doubt anyone wants to go up against her wrath right now.”

“Oda-kun might.”

“Oda-kun’s reckless in his own right.”

Shuichi turned his attention away from the conversation and looked over at the chat log. He knew that when Shinigami had a lot to say, it was best to let him type it all at once, rather than trying to get a word in edgewise.

[ Shinigami: I understand that I should probably keep this brief as there is a character limit and it took me sometime to figure out what facts I should omit. Allow me to preface this with, it is not uncommon for Danganronpa to want to do something new with their series. Like I have stated before, they usually change it up by themes, but they also change it up by talents. There has been a case where a class has effectively stalled the game, only for them to wind up dead. But that is not the question you’re asking and I’m digressing. ]

[ Shinigami: Usually the gimmick is that there is a person within the group that does not know what their talent is. Their memories are usually a little more jumbled than the rest of the groups, but other than that they are in the same boat. No advantage, but plenty of disadvantage. Many times, those who have that gimmick are treated like the “mastermind” of the game. The entire reason that they are playing. Of course that has only been done once and with success. Other times, it has not been done, due to its predictability. You can imagine the ratings went down. ]

[ Shinigami: Most people again who have this gimmick can remember basic memories. Some of them can remember if they had family and friends. Some of them can remember nothing. It really depends on the person. That being said, this is the first time where they have done a gimmick where the person has no idea of their identity, but knows their talent. Not only have ratings gone up, but a lot of people are speculating over the fact that she may be the next one to die, or the next survivor. As everyone likes an underdog to win. ]

More entertainment. Shuichi frowned deeply as he read Shinigami’s words.

[Loki: We’re still not going to get a TLDR version of that are we? ]

[ Shinigami: I believe Seeker-san was the one that asked the question. ]

[ Loki: I’m calling favoritism. ]

A loud slam startled Shuichi into looking back over at the episode, jarred out of his thoughts. Everyone was seated at the long table, besides Ajishi who was looking livid standing at the front of the dining table, her hands flat on the surface. “I have a strong hypothesis as to what this is.” She said darkly, “But if you confess now, your sentence will be light, I assure you.”

“Oh no!” Oda spoke up. “Whatever are we going to do?! What’s our punishment, Ajishi?” His school uniform, aside from Shirogane’s, was plain as it possibly could be. Easily mistaken for a popular middle or high school depending on his age. The emblem of Danganronpa was on his left breast pocket. The only thing that seemed off about him was his actions and his words, they were far too comfortable in a killing game.

“I have yet to decide but it will not be pleasant.”

“I think we should know what it is we’re about to be punished for.” Yadori spoke up, leaning back and staring at Ajishi. “You can’t just accuse people and tell us that we’re going to get hurt.”

“No that is accurate I cannot.” Ajishi took a deep breath. “Who broke into my lab to steal a valuable set of chemicals? Specifically, chemicals that if you use the wrong proportions, will turn into a hazardous gas that can kill us?”

Everyone froze.

[Shinigami: Oh that would be a new way to murder someone. I don’t think anyone has attempted a gas as of yet. Though then again, the victims are usually limited to one person until Monokuma gets bored and gives a daily double, so to speak. ]

[ Loki: Sooooo the gas would be technically breaking school rules. Right? ]

[ Shinigami: Depends on how they use it. They can use the gas and lock a room. They can use the gas in someone’s lab. It’s not illegal until someone spills their plans to Monokuma. ]

“What’s this? A gas? Wohohoho! How exciting!” Of course, speaking of the devil would make him appear. His kubs weren’t trying too hard to be a part of the show, then again, Shuichi had a feeling that they were a recent gimmick and they were trying them out slowly. Introducing it to the crowd, gauge the audience's reaction to them, before adding them more and more. “That is a way to cause a murder!”

“That is if they use the wrong proportions!” Ajishi cried out, slamming her hand against the table violently. “If you use the chemicals correctly and with care, you can knock people out instead.”

“That is interesting. So someone’s wanting to knock someone out then.” Oda spoke up. “Who here has something that they want so badly in the outside world, that they’d straight up try to kill all of us all at once?”

“Hahaha! If that happens, that’d be too boring. You’re only allowed to kill one person. One murder for you!” Momokuma spoke up. “After all, we can’t have a class trial if no one’s there to point fingers and accuse each other. That would make me a very sad bear.”

“So we have to kill one person, survive being accused, and we get out.” Chatani spoke up, her pen up against her bottom lip. She looked among her peers. “So then getting those chemicals was a worthless idea.”

“Getting, Chatani?” Oda echoed. “Do you have something to hide, sweetheart?”

“Call me that again and I may just ask whoever stole them to use them on you.” Chatani replied, her eyes narrowed at Oda. Shuichi shrunk in his chair at her gaze, knowing full well it wasn’t at him, but still feeling it’s effect. Oda, on the other hand, laughed as though she was just making a joke.

“Pupupupu! Looks like you all are in trouble! Don’t forget that you’re all underneath a time crunch.” Momokuma teased, but clearly knew that his presence was no longer needed, and disappeared as fast as he reappeared.

Shuichi pursed his lips together as he watched everyone else look at each other, or stare absently at the table. “M-maybe you should tell us how the chemicals work?” Maeji offered hesitantly, her usual chipper demeanor was subdued and hesitant. “That way if someone did grab them, and were going to use it correctly...they know how?”

“I’d much prefer to get them back.” Ajishi frowned deeply. “It is irresponsible for me to just leave it like that.”

“Don’t you think it’s irresponsible to let us play with them without knowing the instructions?” Oda asked lazily. “Because that’s what I’m thinking is happening here.”

“Well now you’re just making me hypothesis that you are the one that stole the items.” Ajishi snapped at Oda. “Where did you take them, thief?”

“I admit I am a thief, you got me there.” Oda grinned, all teeth and too wide for anyone’s comfort. Shuichi wanted to back away from the computer and away from him. He was a dangerous individual. “But giving something back ? A little naive of you don’t you think? Consider them a loss and move on. Just tell us how to use them properly so we don’t accidently kill everyone here.”

“Unless, was that the point?” Rantaro questioned and the room went still. Not a single person wanted to open their mouths, everyone once more were looking at each other with suspicion and with hesitance. Anyone could be a murderer, and now someone had the means to become one.

Ajishi whimpered, falling back away from the table. Her earlier sign of aggression disappearing at the admission. She looked around at the table, her eyes welling up with tears and her cheeks turning a bright red. “You are all awful people.” She finally said, her voice cracking. “Using chemistry to hurt people rather than to save.”

“We are in a killing game.” Ougai spoke up, his voice cold and distant. He leaned back, arms folded against his chest as he leveled his gaze at the chemist. “Not a single person here can be considered innocent. Not even a doctor. Not even you.”

“I would never kill!” Ajishi shouted.

“Says the chemist who doesn’t know that her own little hobby’s being used.” Oda taunted. “It appears that she doesn’t-”

“Half of the blue. A couple of drops of the pink!” She suddenly held her head, gripping at her strands. Tears streamed down her face as her shoulders hitched in time with her sobbing. “Just...please don’t use them to kill people! I’m begging!” She whimpered. “You don’t need a lot to knock someone out. A fast...a fast dab on a cloth will knock them out for approx-approximately ten minutes.”

“See?! Was that so hard?!” Oda beamed.

“I hate you!” She screamed. “I hate all of you! I hope you all rot in hell!” She suddenly stormed out of the dining room, slamming doors behind her as she went. The echoes rang against Shuichi’s brian.

[ Shinigami: So I was wrong in my assumption that she might be the murderer. Unless that was an act. Then that was well performed. ]

Shuichi didn’t have any words to describe how he felt about that. He was positive that Ajishi so far wouldn’t commit a murder. If she was going to, then she would clearly stay away from her hobby, which was smart. It would cast a lot of doubt off of her, and she might be able to buy herself some time. If she was good at framing people, her chances of survival just might increase.

“So.” Rantaro spoke up. His tone and the way he spoke was casual and laid-back, but Shuichi could hear the sharpness in his voice. “Does anyone really want to confess who took that set of chemicals, or are we going to be playing hard to get?”

“She might’ve misplaced them.” Yadori shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her gaze turning to the table. She didn’t look like she wanted to be there any longer than she had to. “I don’t know why she thought accusing us was going to get anywhere, or threatening us. Punishment? That’s just too cruel. We’re already being punished enough, aren’t we? Just by being here?”

“We didn’t ask her where they were stolen from.” Aki’s finger curled against her chin. “We didn’t ask her if it was from her lab or from her room.”

“Oh? And why does that matter?” Oda asked, a languid lit to the words.

Aki didn’t spare him a look. Instead, she turned her attention to Rantaro. “I think that her chemicals are taken from the lab. Her lab has a lot of ventilation going through the ceiling, so if anyone knows the pathway up in the ceiling, or even knows the keycode that she has on her door, it’s easy to get in. I know that Ougai-kun has unlimited access, but he wouldn’t steal.”

“Already striking him off from your-”

“You would though.” Aki’s attention turned to Oda. “You and I both know the air ducts. I know because I saw you go through them.”

“....” Oda’s face went carefully blank.

“I don’t know what you plan to do with them,” Aki said slowly, “or if someone begged you to steal them out of a dare. But I hope that you can live with yourself with whatever comes next.”

“Are you threatening me, pretty bird?” Oda asked, his voice low and quiet.

Shuichi’s attention turned towards Yadori who suddenly had frozen. Her eyes were wide with shock, and she was quietly trembling. He wouldn’t doubt that she was squeezing her hands into fists against her skirt underneath the table. She was sweating at the accusations that Aki was flinging. He leaned back slightly in the chair, pursuing his lips. If he didn’t know better, Oda got those chemicals for a reason. Yadori somehow knew something, or she was afraid that she was going to be the next victim. He didn’t recall Oda and Yadori conversing much through the few episodes that he saw, but at the same time, Shuichi didn’t catch most of the live-version. The edited version probably snipped all of that out. Trying to make it look more exciting than it was.

“No one is threatening anyone.” Rantaro quickly interfered. “Knock it off the both of you.”

“I dink y'all need da cool down,” Kokai said, folding his arms against the table. A lot of energy looked as though it was being drained from his very being. He slumped over the table and Shirogane who was sitting next to him this time patted his back kindly.

“I think that we all need to settle ourselves too. This is just like Detective Conan! We just have to retrace our steps and everything will work out. Besides, I don’t think any of us really have it to murder anyone.” Shirogane agreed cheerfully. “We should keep our heads up high and beat this game using peaceful measures.”

“Well. I’m done being accused of doing something I didn’t do.” Oda snipped as he stood up. “Later losers.” He walked out of the dining hall, and little by little everyone trickled out besides Rantaro, Shirogane, Aki, and Kokai. The four of them sat in the dining hall, silent.

“What are your guys thoughts?” Shirogane asked. “I’m thinking that we should do something to lighten the mood. It’s a bit heavy right now. I wasn’t expecting that sort of confrontation. I thought I was being forced back into an EVA.”

“I have no idea what that is, but you’re right we can use a bit of a break.” Rantaro laughed. “You know a lot of anime don’t you?”

The conversation dissolved into nothing but chatter, and Shuichi’s mind was still swirling around the mystery. He knew that there was really no point in trying to solve it right now. That was their mystery. He couldn’t go through the screen and tell Aki whatever answers he came up with, even if he wanted to. God did he want to. This wasn’t her forte, this wasn’t...she wasn’t like her dad or like him. She stayed away from detective work.

Yet somehow, Dangaronpa took one look at her and thought that she was a good candidate for whatever that they were planning. He glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen and saw that it was starting to get late. Soon enough the school announcement would come on and say that it was nighttime.

[ Loki: Mayumi-chan sure has some balls on her doesn’t she? To call him out like that? Oda-chan wasn’t expecting that much was he? ]

[ Shinigami: I may have to revise my thought process on who the two survivors are going to be. She’s smart, as though she hangs around thieves often. She also explored the air ducts, something that not very many participants ever do. No one ever sees any reason to go up there unless the riddle tells them that’s where the next flashback light could be. ]

[ Loki: Want to ramble on what a flashback light is? ]

[ Shinigami: How about I make you suffer instead, and you get to find out for yourself? We’re almost at the crescendo. I have no doubt that tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking at our first class trial. Most people are probably already calling in to work as we speak, only if to get to be a part of that glory. Humanity is beautiful when faced with an adversary and I have yet to be disappointed in how the participants of the game react to it. I wonder how they will fare when faced with death and uncertainty? ]

[ Loki: Not sure, but I bet Mayumi-chan has a few tricks up her sleeve to keep her alive. ]

[ Shinigami: I see. So if you were someone that took gambling pleasure, your money would be placed on her, yes? ]

[ Loki: I’d go a bit farther and stick my life on it. ]

It was a bit strange to see that exchange. Shuichi didn’t really get the hunch as to who Loki could be. At first he thought it was Kokichi, but he again decided against that theory. It could be Takahashi, taking on some of Kokichi’s traits in hopes of throwing off suspicion, but he doubted that too. He didn’t want to bring attention that he might know someone in the chat, as he knew too well that it could be used against him.

Just because Danganronpa went after people in newspapers and local celebrities, didn’t mean that they didn’t look at the chat logs. It didn’t mean that every word Shuichi typed was a step closer to them thinking about using him, or him getting closer to Danganronpa. This was the closest he ever had gotten to closing a case. He just needed to keep his cousin alive for a bit longer, and to figure out where Danganronpa’s headquarters were.

He had to figure out how Aki went missing. Where they picked her up, and began the trail where her’s ended.

Without saying too much of a goodbye, Shuichi closed the website, and leaned back against the chair, trying to gather his wits. One thing at a time. The mystery that was happening in the school couldn’t be solved right now. That was on the participants to figure out.

Right now, Shuichi got up from his chair and grabbed his hat from the bed, tugging it down harshly. He had a trail to track.

The city at night was always a strange sight to be around. There were little to no people that lingered on the sidewalks or walked down the streets. The white noise of different conversations blending in together was absent, making every noise amplified. Shuichi could hear the sounds of a cat running through an alleyway, knocking things over. He was certain there were raccoons as well trying to make some mischief. The police might’ve already scoured the area that Shuichi was heading down, but he didn’t care. If his theory was correct about Danganronpa, then the investigation wasn’t as thorough as it could have been. He stuffed his hands into his pocket, unfamiliarly familiar with the route that he was going down on.

He only walked Aki to school a handful of times. Each time was strange to him, like he was going against his nature. It was new, shiny, and it made his heart race despite that there was nothing that could harm him. It went against his routine and his nature, so he was always struck dumb at the twists and turns that the path took. His school was more heart of the city, while hers took shelter away from the main streets, nestled in the outskirts of residential areas. The apartments and houses that lined the streets showed off a different spirit than the neon signs and the flashing lights of main streets and shops.

The silhouettes that were cast by the buildings made the streets feel empty and abandoned. There were some houses and apartments that still had a soft yellow light glowing from their windows, but with the curtains drawn so that no one was looking outside, and Shuichi couldn’t look in. He didn’t mind that all that much, but he still felt as though there were eyes that were lingering on his back, watching his every move as he walked through the streets, trying to keep his mind focused on what he was there for.

The moment he got to the intersection, he looked around. It was a tight spot where the cars could only go in two lanes. There were usually more people riding bicycles going down this way. He had seen cars have a few jams because of how slow the lights were to change from red to green. He watched the walk sign turn on and he ignored it.

Shuffle told him that Aki didn’t make it to school, and he knew that this was where they would have met. Shuffle just lived down the road if he turned a hard left. Widow was in the opposite direction on the right. Widow didn’t usually go their direction for school, she normally took a different route. However, with the cars going by and Aki was paranoid, he didn’t doubt that Widow woke up early to walk her and her girlfriend to their school.

Which told him that she didn’t make it to the intersection. That was fine. It was good to get familiar with the old route. To get familiar with the surroundings before he decided to dive in. He walked back towards the beginning, right where he and Aki would normally split off. He closed his eyes, he took a breath, and then he started walking, his hands still stuck into his pockets as his eyes stopped taking in the sights, and starting taking in more of the nooks and the crannies. He let his feet carry him to where he needed to go while his mind sharpened, trying to think of what could have happened that day. Aki didn’t make it to school. She had no idea that she wasn’t going to see the gates. Which means that wherever she had been taken, it was quick and it was somewhere along this stretch.

Every alleyway that he crossed, he stopped momentarily at the mouth of it, peering in the darkness like he could peel back the layers and see what happened. Usually nothing. A dumpster if he was lucky. Usually it was just clean with some vandalism that wasn’t D.I.C.E’s doing. He made mental marks that they might want to hit these spots a little more than the outlandish “let’s vandalise near a hospital” plans Kokichi sometimes put up with.

He walked up the street and then pretended to freeze. If anyone was going to be following, they would start soon after the third or fifth alleyway that he passed if not just randomly turning from a storefront or from around the corner of the houses. Instincts were ingrained in both of them to be aware of their surroundings. To check in with their vibes. A gut reaction of “something is wrong”.

Aki would use a compact mirror. She’d pretend to fix her hair. She probably saw the black car, or someone behind her that immediately turned alarm bells on. Shuichi glanced over across the street. There could be a way to get to school from that direction. He didn’t know. Aki might’ve thought. She could have taken out her phone, plugged in her school address and tried to find a new route that way, or she could have gone on whim and prayed for the best. He looked to the side, a convenient alleyway, with a turn.

She would run down here, she’d toss her bag because she would want some piece of evidence of her disappearance somewhere. The bag would land somewhere against the wall. The pursuer already knew of that plan of action, probably knew that she was going to bolt. They had been silent, trying to stalk, but she’s too observant and they took notes on that. She was going to make it hard on them if she was just kidnapped off the street. It was easy to herd someone to go down an alleyway. It was easy as making them feel as though it was their only option of escape.

She didn’t even make it to the cross section. His eyes dropped to the ground to see a broken charm bracelet. Before he picked up the charm bracelet, he took out his new phone and got to the camera section. He snapped a few pictures of the charm bracelet and the location before he bent down to make sure that it was safely back in his possession.

He looked around the alleyway, trying to envision the scruffle. Shuichi wouldn’t call himself paranoid, but Aki had her moments. She lived looking over her shoulder. Whether she was trying to run a shoplifting heist with D.I.C.E, or was dragged into tagging a wall or a building with Deuce and Kokichi, she was always on alert. Kokichi complained about it sometimes, about how she didn’t let herself go and have fun. Like everyone else was supposed to. Shuichi never saw her relaxed unless she was playing on a stage, or...if she was in the killing game.

Which was why he decided it was odd that there was no caution tape around the area. Which made him suspicious about why he found the charm bracelet, when the police should have easily spotted it first. Spurned with that idea in mind, he walked over towards the dumpster, not needing to pull it open to verify his thoughts. Aki wouldn’t throw away anything. She would hide it.

He got on his hands and knees, mindful of any glass that was shattered around him and looked to see that there was a backpack wedged tightly against the wall and the dumpster. It was being squashed, the fabric wrinkled and looked as though it was tempted to tear. He scooted himself up close against the wall and weedled his arm through the opening. His fingers brushed against the fabric a few times before he managed to catch a bit of it. With careful and patient pulling, he coaxed the backpack out from its hiding place. He could hear the wall catching onto the fabric, scraping it loudly against the silence of the alleyway. It made him wince at the sound, but he didn’t want to get distracted and lose what grip he had on it.

It popped out after a while and he made a soft noise in the back of his throat as he looked at the backpack’s fate. There were some holes, some tears. The backpack was scruffed up, the brown leather didn’t want to hold up against the weight of a heavy dumpster and the wall. He carefully unbuckled the backpack and upturned it to see that her things were still in there. Her phone, her D.I.C.E scarf that had been hastily thrown in. Sheet music scattered about along with her homework packets and notebooks. Pencils threatened to roll back underneath the dumpster, but Shuichi caught them in time. They were cutesy and usually disallowed in school, but Aki was careful to keep her head down low. Her notebooks were covered in stickers that she didn’t care for or wanted to keep. Her student I.D., her wallet with a bit of money still tucked in, it was all there.

Shinigami said that it was a gimmick. Shuichi covered his mouth with his hand thoughtfully before adjusting his hat, unsure. There were too many possibilities. He wanted to believe that it was just a gimmick, that Danganronpa was just having a little too much fun with the idea of having someone not know who they are. The other possibility is that they were using that as a cover. Just because he was having a hard time figuring out where they heard of her didn’t mean anything. Chances were, they knew exactly who they took. Whether it was to appease the police force that they were so tied up with, or whether it was for saving their own necks, they thought it was best to conceal her identity, and with it, anything that she might’ve held dear.

The second thing was that since Aki was so paranoid, she clammed up. She gave a false name to Danganronpa. She told them that they got the wrong person, and without her student I.D, they couldn’t confirm or deny her claims. Shuichi couldn’t really buy into that theory, but...if she was paranoid...she might’ve stuck with the idea to stay silent about herself anyway. He covered his mouth as his mind spun. He closed his eyes, trying to get a clearer, better picture.

It could have been all three events. Aki staying silent, Danganronpa decides to go her route because of entertainment value and it would keep the police off their back. Aki didn’t know that they were going to do that, and accidentally helped them create the perfect alibi. Her stuff was missing, which was no skin off their nose because “Aki” was missing. Everyone else in the world would look for “Aki”. With the blouse, the clean jeans, who spoke her mind but was mostly quiet.

They weren’t looking for Mayumi, with the messed up hair, the mismatched arm warmers, the torn jeans, the quick to accuse.

How much of that was Aki acting? He never thought his cousin could act, let alone keep up a facade. Kokichi could. Kokichi was a master at it. Most of D.I.C.E were. Maybe she picked it up from them?

How much of that was Danganronpa trying to make a quick buck? What was the purpose of taking these kids and putting them into a killing game? A snuff film sure, but Shuichi had his own suspicions that there was something more deep in the rabbit hole too.

There was a soft throbbing that was starting to hit just behind his right eyebrow and Shuichi winced. There were too many unknown variables, and there were too many questions that were starting to surface again. He could only go with what he knew, and that meant taking the bag with him. It meant telling his uncle what he knew about Danganronpa and seeing his thoughts about it.

Shuichi carefully gathered up the papers and the pencils and placed them inside the backpack with care. He made sure to fold the D.I.C.E scarf as well as he could and tucked it in there as well. Once he was certain that he didn’t miss anything, he slipped the charm bracelet into the bag as well. He shifted onto the balls of his feet and hauled it up and over his shoulders, putting it on. He left the alleyway behind, knowing that he was going to have to come back to it another day and see if he couldn’t figure out what direction they might’ve taken her.

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ikemenfics · 5 years

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Fireflies

It’s winding down the end of summer and I thought...why not

Word Count: 2015 (think I could pull four more words outta my ass?)

For: @ashv716 cuz I see what you did there...Thank you so much for your support! I hope this will suffice..

You sat in your corner of the hut. How long has it been since Kennyo took you hostage? A week? Two? You tried counting and failed. [How does Sasuke keep up so well with the tracking of time here?] It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the fact that you were still here.

Kennyo, for all his talk, did treat you fairly at least. You weren’t sure if that eased the fear of being kidnapped from the Oda forces or not. Not that you’d been entirely there by your own will in the first place. The cosmos were just having quite the kick knocking you about, weren’t they? But there was something about your current captor…

You were sure you could see it, just behind his midnight eyes. That deep, gnawing pain. You knew the story...sort of. Of how Kennyo and his men stood against Nobunaga and subsequently were defeated. You knew that no loss in war was ever easy, so of course you understood how the pain got there. But...it was still there, and it still moved you to see it every time. Perhaps that was why when Kennyo released your bonds you didn’t run. You were getting confused. [Getting attached isn’t the plan. You are going home soon. You can’t drown in those pain filled eyes. Stop thinking about his eyes. Or his face...H-hello, heart?] You sighed. It seemed you went from the devil’s palace to something far more complicated.

“I’m coming in,” a gravelly voice greeted from beyond the hut and speak of the Buddha, Kennyo entered. He carried a bowl, something you’d come to associate with being meal time for you. Kennyo didn’t eat with you, but he always sat and watched as you did. Guess the demon has to make sure you get all your nutrition for the day. You reached out, giving a quiet thanks, and took your food.

“There is no need to thank me,” came your response.

It was familiar banter. You’d thank him, and he’d either tell you not to thank your captor for keeping you alive, or questioning why you would thank your captor. After all, he did kidnap you. You sometimes argued back, but today your preoccupied thoughts with the eyes gazing down at you in equal mix of shame, pity, and something you couldn’t quite name made you mute as you looked down towards your food. It looked like namasu would be your dinner for today. You took the chopsticks, giving a soft, “itadakimasu,” and took to your meal.

It wasn’t anything Gordon Ramsay would fawn over, but as Sengoku cuisines went, it was good to you. The fish had been grilled and the warmth of it relaxed you. The vegetables of the salad seemed to have come from around the forest. Definitely not the salad one would get from Miyabian or anything, but it was filling all the same. You ate in silence, Kennyo silently watching you in a way that had your heart pattering inside you. [Stupid stupid brain. You had to bring up those eyes and now the heart ran off. This wasn’t in the plan.] You closed your eyes, put down your bowl and chopsticks, signifying you were finished. Perhaps he expected to get stabbed with chopsticks, but Kennyo never seemed to take anything from your hands while chopsticks were present in either of them.

“Do you need more?” He asked, standing and taking your bowl. You shook your head in the negative.

“It was filling, thank you.”

“Why do you thank me? Do you still not realize the situation you’re in?”

“You keep asking and I keep telling you that I do..”

“Then why?”

Kennyo’s eyes crinkled, the confusion evident in his expression. There was a lot of why happening in that face. Why haven’t you run? Why haven’t you cried? Why haven’t you tried to fight? You were pretty sure he had you pegged on the last one. After all, fighting wasn’t exactly a common occurence of the 21st century and apparently your ‘I’m not a warrior’ status showed.

You dared a glance up, really taking in his expression. It was painful, those beautiful dark orbs. The scar bisecting his face had nothing to the pain those wondrous pools held. The silence stretched as you two simply watched each other.

Eventually, he sighed, the moment broken as his face turned from yours. He opened the hut, handing the bowl to someone outside with a muttered word. The guard that had been apparently assigned to watch your hut hurried away. You blinked, confused. Was Kennyo letting you go?

He didn’t really look at you, opening the door wider, the sunset spilling into your tiny space. The last vestiges of summer glowing in the world beyond. That meant it wasn’t long until the wormhole opened and all of a sudden, you weren’t sure anymore that you were ready for it to.

“Come,” he said, stepping out, “You need to exercise. No harm will come to you.”

“Not that I ever believed you would…” you whispered as you stood. You did feel a bit stiff, the last few days of being locked away needing to be worked out as you stretched a bit.

Your comment did not go unnoticed, a grunt being your answer as you walked outside. It was bright and still warm, the night not quite having taken the summer’s day away just yet. The sun was a dark orange sphere on the horizon, the sky painted in pinks and purples that marked the time. It was stunning and your heart fitted a little more as another warmth claimed your back, Kennyo having stepped out of the hut behind you. [It’s so romantic…]

You were prodded eventually to move, breaking you of your romance addled daze. Your cheeks burned as you hid your face, Kennyo leading the way. You walked the camp, a circuit you’d grown used to as you’d had to exercise every so often during your stay in the Honnonji hostel. This time, though, instead of tracing your way back after stopping by the training grounds, Kennyo stepped further.

A hand reached back, taking your hand gently but firmly. It took everything you had to keep your heart where it belonged as Kennyo guided you into the trees beyond the camp. You stared at his hand, yours being swallowed inside his grip. [His fingers are longer than I thought they were...He has nice hands. Big and worn...but long and strong also..]

You failed to keep track where you were going, or how long you’d been walking, but soon it was dark. Not quite night, but trapped in that twilight phase, the first stars peeking through the trees in greeting. Kennyo stopped walking, allowing you to finally take in the scenery.

Trees cast long shadows, making the forest darker than the time said it was. You could hear the crickets coming out to play their songs. You could hear an owl somewhere above your head, your facing turning upwards to find the source that you knew you wouldn’t discover. Wind brushed through your hair, the coolness of night finally coming to take her due. If the sunset was romantic and beautiful, the night was mysterious and content.

Kennyo still held your hand, his other holding up a strange paper tube with a handle you hadn’t realized he carried all the way out here. He knelt, his hand still grasping yours and set the item down to strike his flint against a rock he’d found on the ground. The small flame came alive and Kennyo moved it to the small wick inside, creating a small lantern’s glow. It looked for all the world like a paper and bamboo gando lantern. [Sasuke would thrill at seeing that here]. You were mesmerized at the small makeshift flashlight Kennyo had created.

“Are you tired?” He asked. You shook your head, now thoroughly curious what the monk had planned. You continued to move deeper, the small glow forcing you to giggle at the small Slender references you knew the big man in front of you wouldn’t understand. He glanced behind you, clearly having caught the small sounds you were making, but made no comment.

It had already grown chill, the signal that night had fully overcame the world, when Kennyo stopped again. His hand released yours, and the cold and lack of his touch immediately making you wish he’d take the action back.

Instead, you asked, “Kennyo-san, why are we here?”

He looked over to you, his face softening, “Are you afraid?”

“No...curious.”

“You should be afraid.”

“I don’t think you’re as bad as you think you are...why be afraid?”

Kennyo gave a wry grin, blowing out the light he’d made. You could barely make out his face in the darkness. “I am a demon. You should be afraid…” he said, anguish clear in his whisper.

You tried to discern his expression and couldn’t. Neither of you made a move. The silent night stretched on forever and you didn’t know if you wished it would actually do so or if you’d rather something happened.

A flicker in the corner of your eye had you turning. Kennyo’s eyes followed yours. Another flicker. Then a third. Small little flicks of light were filling the scene around you as little fireflies came to life. The forest took on a near ethereal glow as fireflies flitted towards the two of you.

You looked towards Kennyo, noticing that, for the first time, his face was not a mask of age old hurts. The grin from earlier still remained, his features looking years younger as he took in everything. It was a rare show and you had front row seats. Your heart did a dance and you just knew you were grinning like a teenager with a crush.

Kennyo looked down to you, his night dark eyes showing tiny pricks of gold as the little glow bugs flew about their nightly business. His face held an almost ironic humor as he took in your features.

“Seems even the Buddha agrees with you, princess,” he muttered.

You grinned back, “So...what now, mister demon?” You couldn’t help needle the man after all the show he put into telling you of his dark nature.

He huffed at that, shaking his head. “It seems I’ve no choice…”

He leaned towards you, his lips snatching yours before you had time to blink. His eyes stayed open, watching your face, your own eyes unable to close. His lips lingered a moment or two before he pulled away, leaving you breathless.

It wasn’t some passionate ballad of tongues like most romantic kisses were, but even so you were swooning on your feet, giddiness making you a touch dizzy. You giggled and arms were around you, steadying you on your feet.

“How that Devil King managed to find such an innocent creature…” Kennyo started, his voice full of flustered exacerbation. You pressed your face into his chest, trying for all the world to stop the blushing and giggling.

You were soon enough able to calm yourself. Glancing up at Kennyo again. By then, his face has sobered, leaving you a little bummed at that. You stayed in his arms as the night chirped and glowed around you.

“Kennyo-san…” you whispered, a sudden curiosity coming over you, “...why did you bring me out here?”

He opened his mouth, clearly at a loss for words. His eyes narrowed as he seemed to consider the question.

Finally, he responded, “It hurt me to see you so isolated. I may be a demon, but even I could not bear to see such a beautiful flower wilt.” He sounded confused, you leaning closer to prod him more.

“I figured I would come and show you what I could do…” he continued, “but found that I couldn’t get past how much it hurt to frighten you further.” He gave a small huff of a laugh, “Some demon I have made…”

You nuzzled into his chest, taking in the scent, “Yeah…” you muttered, “some demon.”

#Honganji Kennyo #Kennyo Kosa #iksen #ikesen kennyo #ikemen sengoku fics #ikemenfics #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #there's probably errors #it's 3am i must be lonely #yes I know the lantern he uses is supposed to be metal #I figured it'd be a makeshift one...

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mythiica · 5 years

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Congrats on all your followers ! Can I get a scenario or mini fic of a drunken MC after a really hard day or maybe they got in a fight and her having to be literally pulled away along with some smut? Nobunaga and Mitsunari or you choose which one. ❤️ you

Title: Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda, Mitsuhide Ishida

Genre: Romance, smut

Warnings: honhonhon

Kinks: idk they dont do the hard bang bang but they almost xd

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: nobu one = 980 words, mitsun = 1135 words

POV: second person w/ (Y/n)

Other comments: i ended up cutting the smutty smut short because i have a lot of other ;) requests and i dont wanna burn out LOL. still though, i hope you like it

Nobunaga Oda – Put the Sake Down

“My lord, we’re… having problems removing Lady (Y/n) from the dining hall. She has armed herself with a broken sake bottle, and we are worried that she might injure herself on accident.”

Nobunaga looks up in disbelief and laughs. “Really?”

The vassal nods enthusiastically. “She is asking for you.”

“Is she now?”

He stands from his spot and follows the worried vassal through the winding hallways. Even though the hall is still a few buildings away, he can hear you shouting.

Nobunaga leans against the doorway of the dining hall and watches you swing around in circles, wielding a half shattered bottle in one hand. He did not really believe his vassal when they said that this was happening… but seeing it in real life… Nobunaga could barely contain himself.

When you hear him laughing, you swing around and shoot him a deadly glare. “The hells are you laughing at?”

He saunters forward despite his servants advising against it. “You, of course. You’re making a fool of yourself. Put the sake down and come down here.”

Shocked by his words, you shove the bottle towards him and give Nobunaga your best threatening glare. “I’m not getting down! I’m the queen of this castle here,” you declare. “And don’t try to take that away from me.” To conclude your speech, you wave the glass at Nobunaga, and it comes dangerously close to his face. However, your movements are retarded by the alcohol in your system, so Nobunaga casually catches your wrist and pulls you down from the table. “Hey! No! Let me go!” you shriek as you try to squirm away from his grip

“Now, now. If you’re the queen, that would suggest that you are mine,” Nobunaga replies with a sly smirk. “Afterall, I am the Devil King.”

You relax your muscles and fall against Nobunaga’s chest. His warmth envelops you, so you bury your face into his clothing, trying to inhale his musky scent. He takes the bottle from your hand and gives it to a servant to throw away. “You’re so cozy… like a cuddly bear…”

Nobunaga tries to pry you off, but you wrap your arms around his waist. You are surprisingly strong when you are drunk, so Nobunaga flicks your forehead. “Don’t drool on my clothes.”

“But it will improve them,” you whine. Sighing, Nobunaga hoists you up bridal style and walks you back to the tenshu. He places you down on his futon and wraps you in the blanket. When he turns to leave, you catch the edge of his haori and tug on it. So Nobunaga turns around and looks at you. “What is it?”

You play with the fabric and give him a sad face. “I saw you talking with Lady Nōhime today… she is very beautiful.”

Nobunaga raises an eyebrow.

“And Hideyoshi said there…” you swallow, “are talks of marriage between the two of you.” You try to swallow your cries, but tears begin to trickle down your face. Sobs bubble in your chest and you pull his haori harder, trying to bring Nobunaga towards you. Realizing how weak you likely look, you hide your face in the futon and close your eyes.

After a moment, you feel Nobunaga patting your head gently. You look up and nearly headbutt him in the face because he is so close to you. His caramel eyes are filled with emotion, and Nobunaga tucks his finger under your jaw to push your head upwards. “Don’t cry,” he whispers with a pleading voice. “Is that why you got drunk?”

“Yes…” you confess sheepishly.

Nobunaga exhales slowly and brings your hand – the hand he claimed from a game of go – to his lips. When he presses a kiss to your skin, all of your worries seem to melt away. “She came with a proposal on behalf of her father, but in actuality, Mitsuhide is investigating her. People talk, and there are whispers that she might in fact be a spy or an assassin.” He strokes your cheek comfortingly. “I don’t plan to marry her.”

Relief washes over you and you nuzzle Nobunaga’s hand. “Good,” you mumble, still under the influence of the alcohol. “I really made a fool of myself, didn’t I?”

Nobunaga laughs and nods. “Queen of the castle, eh? I don’t recall the wedding.”

“What we- oh.”

He presses his forehead against yours and tucks his arm around you. “Would you care to remind me how the night went?”

You sit up slightly, pushing your hand against his chest. “You know that we didn’t actually get married, right?”

Nobunaga’s fingers trill against the skin of your shoulder, and only now do you realize that the sleeves of your kimono have slipped far down – enough to reveal the top of your breasts. You would cover yourself, but Nobunaga pulls the hem down further and begins to kiss your collarbone. His lips are as hot as his finger tips that trace circles on your back. Electricity pulsates between the two of you, and suddenly, you feel sober.

He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you down on top of him. As his knee separates your legs, you realize what he was getting at. Even if you did not actually wed, Nobunaga was going to show you that he preferred you over anyone else. Perhaps you had made a fool of yourself, but he didn’t seem to care. He kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping past your lips without hesitating.

“N-Nobunaga,” you mutter breathlessly as he pulls back, a string of saliva hanging between the two of you. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you are-”

“Yes,” you reply quickly, lust burning in your lungs. You could see the same spark glinting in his beautiful eyes, and you know that he has plans to keep you up late into the night. Maybe teach you a lesson or two about making a fool of yourself in the dining hall.

Mitsunari Ishida – Cake Stealing Fairy (and other adventures)

When Mitsunari enters the kitchen, he is reading a book, so he nearly walks directly into you. Had you not jumped around with wide eyes at the last minute, Mitsunari surely would have actually stepped on you. Scared by your sudden ‘attack’, Mitsunari drops his book and screams.

You are quick to cover his mouth with a hand though. “Shhh!!!” you insist. “If you’re too loud, you’re going to scare the yōsei.”He raises an eyebrow, and you remove your hand. However, instead of lowering your hand, you let your fingers linger on Mitsunari’s lips. “So soft…” you mumble.

This makes Mitsunari flush a deep shade of red. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” He clasps your hands together to keep you from squirming away. “Have you been drinking?”

“No!” You hiccup. “I’m looking for the yōsei. I told you. She came in through the window and stole my cake.”

Mitsunari pushes his glasses up his nose and catches a glimpse of the half empty bottle of sake on the table. He exhales and takes your hand. “There is no fairy. You are drunk. Come now, let us take you to bed. You need rest and some tea.” He pulls you toward the door, but you catch hold of the nearest table.

“Your book!” you exclaim.

“What about it?”

“It’s not there anymore.”

Mitsunari looks down, expecting to see the book simply kicked under the table, but it is not there. “What?”

“I told you there is a yōsei!!!” You jump up and down. “It stole my cake and now it’s hiding. Help me find it, please Mitsunari. I’ve had a long day…” you plead with a slurred voice. “And that cake was going to make me happy. But now I don’t have it anymore!”

“Alright, I will help you,” Mitsunari says to console you. “Where were you when the fairy took your cake?”

“I was getting something to drink.”

He looks around when he hears a chirp from above.

“It’s the fairy!” you exclaim.

A sparrow flies from the top of a cabinet to the window, and it is carrying Mitsunari’s book in its claws. You race towards it, only for the bird to fly out of the window and into the night. “No, come back! You ate my cake!”

Mitsunari catches you before you fall over the edge, pulling you back to the ground. “Careful!” When you reel back, you press yourself against Mitsunari by accident. Under the influence of the alcohol, you thought it be a wonderful idea to kiss his soft lips. He flushes to a deep shade of red, but does not move away. “Uh… (Y-Y/n)?”

“Your eyes are so pretty…”

He clears his throat and wraps an arm around you. “Come now, let us go to bed.”

“Your bed?!”

“No. I’m taking you to your room.”

“Aww…” you whine. “But I want to kiss you.. and your soft lips…”

The entire walk to your room, you try your best to seduce him. “Are you blind?” you ask as you lean against the doorframe. You push your hip outwards in an attempt to intrigue him.

Mitsunari covers his eyes. “No, princess, but you are not in the right mindset. You need to sleep.”

Whining more, you stumble into your room and begin to strip your kimono from your skin. “Too hot..” you complain as the fabric slips from your shoulders. However, you had forgotten to undo one of the knots, so it does not fall past your waist. “Mitsuuu… can you help?”

He sighs and steps inside and struggles to look everywhere but your breasts. Sure enough though, Mitsunari manages to undo the knot for you. “I’ll be taking my leave now,” he whispers before rushing out of the room.

You catch his wrist before he has the chance to and pull him back towards you. “No, please.”

Mitsunari realizes that your voice is different this time – there is no teasing lit woven into your words as a result of the sake. You sound more vulnerable… more desperate than before. “Is everything alright?”

“I tried to tell you earlier, but you were too busy reading.”

“Tell me what?”

You sigh, blowing your hair away from your face. “I like you… a lot,” you confess with a giggle. “I have for a while, and I was going to tell you today, but you weren’t listening. So I decided to consult my therapist, Dr. Sake.” You lower your voice. “He’s a great listener.”

Thousands of thoughts run rampant through his mind as he remembers the events from earlier that day. He groans at his obliviousness and opens his mouth to say something.

“Wait, fuck, have my boobs been hanging out this entire time?” you realize, looking down at yourself. “Well this is awkward..”

Mitsunari doesn’t know what to do – his extensive knowledge only really applies to war or espionage or weaponry. You were none of those things, so he felt greatly underprepared. Still, he did not want to let the moment go. Fueled by impulse, Mitsunari cups your face and kisses you. You moan into the kiss, quick to wrap your hands around him so that he does not rethink his choice.

When you lean back, the both of you are out of breath, and you feel more sober all of a sudden. “W-What was that for?”

He lets go of your cheeks and takes a step backwards. “I’m sorry, princess. I don’t know-”

“Can you do it again? You taste nice… like ginger tea and honey.”

Mitsunari does not know how to react to your forwardness. “I really should be going…” He does not want to go though. He wants to stay and kiss you again. Even after drinking sake, you smell so nice and calming. Mitsunari always loved it when you came to sit with him in his office, even if he never knew how to admit it.

So he lingers in his spot, looking at you with big eyes, unsure how to proceed.

You take the lead and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close for another kiss. This one is more steamy than the previous. Mitsunari locks his arm around you and guides you towards your futon. As you lie down and open your kimono, Mitsunari catches your hand. “Are you absolutely positive?”

“I want you… even if I’m drunk and probably won’t remember.”

Mitsunari smirks, something you have never seen before. “I will ensure that you don’t forget this,” he promises as he undoes the ties to his own haori. The fabric falls to the ground and he presses his body to yours, enveloping you in warmth. He kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he explores your body.

Indeed, you won’t be forgetting this any time soon.

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Our Little Secret (Ikesen Mitsuhide - NSFW)

Description: Once you’re caught in the fox’s trap, you’ll never want to leave. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised Word Count: 1809 (~9 minutes of fluff & smut) AO3: Read here Author’s Notes: Yet another milestone! This is the first time I’ve written anything for Ikesen and also my first time responding to a request, which happens to be from @pristinehaven, who wrote:

“Can I ask for a scenario for Ikesen Mitsuhide’s wedding day. Like who would attend it and who would be his best man and how everything would go. Nsfw at the end (wedding night) with a fem s/o?”

Apparently, I have issues with reading comprehension, so instead of a short and sweet scenario I wrote an entire story. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not that familiar with Mitsuhide’s character in this game, so I apologize in advance if this seems OOC. That being said, hope you all enjoy it!

Tagging: @oh-my-otome: for your incredibly extensive analysis on everyone’s favourite snek, without which this story would not have happened. Also tagging other lovely readers: @dear-mrs-otome, @saizoswifey, @pseudofaux, @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons, @artemira-sengoku, @fieryanmitsu, @belxsar, @suzi-q-uinn, @otomediary, @kitty-kat-ty, @friedchikyorice All characters & Ikemen Sengoku owned by Cybird.

Mitsuhide’s index finger traces along the dividing lines of your palm, mouth lifted in a smirk as amber eyes flicker upwards to hold your gaze, his tone dropping an octave as he says,

“According to the way this one is curving up, your love life should prove quite fruitful.”

Playing along with the kitsune’s offer to read your palm, your brows lift as you feign surprise.

“Is that right, Mitsuhide? I’m not so sure. I think I’ll need more proof than just the fact that we’ve spent the entire morning making love in this abandoned field of wildflowers.”

Gently pressing a kiss to your hand before setting it down on your bared chest, Mitsuhide yawns as he sits up to stretch his muscular arms towards a cloudless blue expanse. The sun hung high in the sky, warming your bodies as you lay among disheveled kimonos and delicate flowers that dotted the tall grasses like multicoloured jewels. Strands of his silver hair catch the light as they momentarily obscure the eyes you love to drown in, and you smile to think on how the intensity of his all-knowing gaze used to unnerve you.

“If the Princess of the Oda demands proof, then proof she must have.”

Draping his white kimono over his broad shoulders, you hear the rustling of fabric as he unwraps the furoshiki he surreptitiously tucked under his arm when you left Azuchi this morning. And when the wisteria-purple silk you had silently coveted for months but couldn’t dream of affording unfurled before your eyes, you are once again dumbfounded by the preternatural resourcefulness of the man who knew everyone’s secrets but revealed so few of his own. Well, at least to anyone who wasn’t you.

For since the time you became lovers, Mitsuhide slowly unveiled more and more of himself, the armour he donned to keep everyone at arm’s length gradually peeling back like the layers of an onion. Your patience had paid off when your suspicions proved correct in the end: beneath the merciless teasing and façade of ice, that lonely, beautiful man had a heart of gold, ready to sacrifice himself in any which way for his lord’s cause, and now, for your happiness. You held this realization dear, forever thankful for the treasure he entrusted you with: the gift of truly knowing who Akechi Mitsuhide was.

Upon closer inspection of the fabric in his hands, you realize it was actually fashioned into an exquisite kimono, which your lover now lay over your naked body. Mitsuhide nods as his vulpine eyes caress you, smiling in satisfaction that he had given the castle seamstress the correct dimensions, as if his hands could ever forget the lines and curves of your body.

“Mitsuhide, how did you…this kimono is absolutely gorgeous! But what’s the occasion for such an extravagant gift?”

You jump to your feet in excitement, immediately wrapping yourself within the luxurious silk as he looks on, infinitely entertained by your unabashed display of joy.

“Weren’t you the one who asked for proof that your love life would come to beautiful fruition?” At your questioning look, he continues, “Take a look inside.”

Your heart starts to race when your shaking fingers trace the line of gold embroidery until the ends meet in the shape of a bellflower, identical to the ones proudly displayed on Mitsuhide’s kimono. And when you finally find the courage to look up again, he is on his knees before you.

“Will you be my wife and take on my family crest for your own?”

The depths of his golden eyes are suffused with an uncharacteristic mixture of hope and uncertainty as he awaits your response with bated breath. Mitsuhide knew he didn’t possess Hideyoshi’s reputation with women, Nobunaga’s overwhelming charisma or Masamune’s wild charm, but what he did have he was more than willing to surrender completely to you.

He doesn’t have the opportunity to ponder for much longer before the force of your embrace knocks him to the ground, your lips alternating between pressing heated kisses to his own and breathlessly whispering over and over again, “Yes! A million times, yes!”

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The sake swirled about in the red lacquered cup as you settled yourself onto Mitsuhide’s lap, face flushed and grinning as you pressed your forehead to his. Raising the cup in a third toast, you each take the requisite three sips before you feel a strong arm encircle your waist to steady you from the alcohol that already started going to your head after the second helping.

“Little mouse, you’d think you would’ve learned how to tolerate your sake by now.”

“Leave me alone, Mitsuhide. This is a special occasion. After all, it’s not every day you get to pledge the rest of your life to the man you love.”

The fire that burns in his eyes turn amber into molten gold, igniting your desire anew, as if you hadn’t touched him in years as opposed to that very morning.

Dressed in the kimono he gave you earlier that day, the pair of you had made for the nearest inn, so intent on becoming man and wife that neither of you had the patience to wait for a proper ceremony amongst the rest of the Oda. You laughed as you thought on how befitting the circumstances of your wedding was for Mitsuhide’s character: such a public display of affection was completely contrary to the smoke-and-mirrors persona he had worked so hard to cultivate.

In the end, you both agreed to keep your marriage from everyone else for as long as possible, a secret held close to your hearts like the hidden bellflowers nestled snugly against your chest. After all, Mitsuhide’s penchant for intrigue and espionage garnered him many enemies, and Kennyo was still at large. Having made your personal safety his foremost priority, your husband refused to put you in a situation where you could be manipulated into acting as a bargaining chip. And the fewer people who knew of your status as his wife, the less likely the knowledge would leak.

“How do you think they will react when they find out? Can you imagine the look on Hideyoshi’s face?!” You sputter, linking your arms around Mitsuhide’s neck to stop yourself from falling over in a fit of drunken laughter.

“You must be really inebriated to be talking about other men with your husband on your wedding day.” His eyes darken momentarily, then his lips pull up into their trademark smirk as he says, “I, however, am in the mood to be drunk off something else entirely.”

The look on Mitsuhide’s face cuts through your sake-induced haze in an instant, the anticipation of pleasures to come so powerfully sobering the laughter dies on your lips and you swallow hard to fight the sudden onslaught of an unquenchable thirst.

In a series of motions as smooth as the kitsune himself, your lover has you reclined on the futon in the rented room, hakama down and kimono slipping off one shoulder as he approaches you, twirling the bottle of sake teasingly in one hand.

Laying back to enjoy the show, you savour the cool brush of your husband’s long, elegant fingers across your heated skin as he undresses you slowly, as if unwrapping a fragile gift. And just when the excruciating wait has you arching wantonly into his touch, the final layers are shed and you gasp to feel a stream of liquid hitting your collarbones, pooling into the hollow spaces above them until it overflows and trails down towards your core.

Through eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, you glimpse a flash of silver as Mitsuhide drops his head between your legs, his hot tongue sensually lapping up your body to catch the rivulets of sake streaming down your trembling curves. You cannot help but cry out when he sucks hungrily at the supple flesh of your breasts, his wicked tongue teasing your puckered nipples until your hips are lifting from the floor in a desperate bid to feel the slide of his growing erection against your wetness.

Bringing his lips close to your ear, he says, “Shhh, my love. As much as I want to hear you scream for me, we don’t want to wake everyone else in this inn from their slumber, hm?”

“You know I can’t control myself when it comes to you, Mitsuhide.”

Rising to his knees to offer you a full view of the intimidating length and hardness of his thick cock, he mockingly affects a solemn expression as he ponders your dilemma. Then, his eyes glint as if hitting upon a solution when he asks,

“Shall I give you something to occupy your mouth with?”

The vibrations of your muffled moans almost drive Mitsuhide over the edge, so much so that the rhythm of his tongue drawing insistent circles about your clit is punctuated by the panting of his hot breath at your entrance. The grip of his strong hands on your ass encourage you to rest even more of your weight on his face, and your mental faculties are swept clean away at the moist sensation of his lips gathering yours between his own to gently suck. With nothing else left to do but tremor under his manipulation, you focus instead on counting every twitch of his cock in your mouth.

You can only imagine how lewd you must’ve looked to him, your cheeks burning and thighs spread wide and without a care, inviting him to feast his eyes on the glistening mess your arousal and his saliva made of the space in between. And when he finally slides in to fill you to capacity, you marvel at how incredibly addicting this man was. Every stroke sent the blood racing through your veins, the sweat dripping off his body doing nothing to cool the incandescent heat that burned throughout your core. At that moment, you lived solely for the press of his hard body against your skin and the slippery friction between your legs.

When you finally feel yourself surrendering to the powerful spasms spreading through your body, you can sense that Mitsuhide’s release is close as well. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the feral way he threw your legs over his shoulders, pounding into you with such force and intensity that you could feel yourself breathlessly sliding off the bedding from the onslaught.

Eyes tightly shut from exertion, Mitsuhide gives one final thrust before you feel the heat of his release coat you from deep within. And as you card your fingers through his fine silvery hair, feeling the vibrations of his thundering heart resound throughout the cavity of your own chest, you have never been happier to have fallen so deeply into this fox’s trap.

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