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Title: Cacophony Chapter 6 Read from the beginning Music/Band AU Pairing: Mikorei, side Izuseri, Rating: M Word Count: 4,804,

AO3 Summary for Ch5: The morning after while nursing a hangover, Munakata finally learns the truth about Totsuka. thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this SO FAST??? Gonna try and legit update this once a month!

A headache greeted Munakata the next morning, a throbbing pain which felt as though it were knocking on his head. Perhaps this was a so-called hangover he'd heard so much about, and yet never experienced. It was...highly unpleasant.

Sighing, he brought a hand to his head, trying to recall the night before. He hadn't been so intoxicated that he forgot, still the evening weighed heavy on his mind. He brought his hand down his face, the ceiling looking partially blurry without his glasses, but his fingers stopped at his lips. Slowly his eyes widened with the realization; Suoh had kissed him.

He swallowed, sitting up quickly, which in turn hurt his head even more. "Ugh..." he groaned, leaning forward as he felt around on his nightstand for his glasses. Why had Suoh felt the need to kiss him?

He claimed it was to stop the other man from doing anything, and yet...Munakata didn't understand why Suoh couldn't have just dragged him away.

He placed his glasses on his face, and pulled up his phone. It was almost 10 AM, which was the latest he had slept in in a long time. Sighing, he stood up, walking towards his kitchen. A cup of tea would most likely help, or at least calm the raging headache.

Glancing towards the piano in the corner of his living room, Munakata let out another soft sigh. He brushed his hand over the keys. The competition was next Thursday, under a week away, and Munakata had never felt so unprepared in his whole damn life. Normally he was the vision of confidence, but currently he had no idea if he was meeting Suoh's ridiculously high music standards.

His hand pressed against the keys, making a dissonant noise, and he immediately regretted it, his head hurting more. As much as he wished to work on music, he really needed to cure this headache problem first.

The pot whistled in the kitchen, and he made his way back, pouring himself a glass of morning tea, just enough caffeine to get his day started. Hopefully, this would help. Standing by the piano while he waited for his mug to cool down, he stared at the large instrument. Perhaps he should consider trying to write a new piece. For the past month or so he'd been so damn focused on Suoh and his band, he hadn't even considered the Spring audition for Scepter University. He knew he had a lot to prepare if he was going to try for it again. He'd been exposed to many different genres of music now, and maybe that was what he needed. Maybe now he could create the perfect track.

He pulled out the bench, and took a seat, sipping on his tea. Could he get the piano to make the sound he wanted? His head still hurt, and yet, he felt a newfound determination.

Munakata placed his fingers on the keys, thinking about his old piece. He supposed the exam committee hadn't exactly been wrong, the song had been boring. It wasn't that he found Totsuka's music to be all that complex, but it did have a certain heart to it, a heart Munakata was having difficulty finding.

And just as he was about to try playing something new, one of Totsuka's songs came out, soft, gentle. Munakata let his hands lead as they brushed over the keys, the melodic tone of Totsuka's ballad echoing in his tiny apartment. It was a beautiful song, even just the piano part, and he added the melody from the guitar, playing it more intensely than he had before.

He smiled, his fingers lingering on the keys once the song was done. His heart pounding in his chest, Munakata took a deep breath, leaning his head back with a sigh, his blue bangs draping over his forehead. His headache had dissipated, and now he wondered if maybe he should play through their entire set. They didn't have practice today, and so a little private session would probably be helpful.

Finally, Munakata thought he was beginning to understand what Suoh and the people at Scepter University meant. Playing through his emotions, actually feeling what the music was telling him. As though he'd been possessed by Totsuka's ghost, his fingers glided over the keys, and he could feel his pulse in each finger, his wrists throbbing with the movement.

He knew all of the songs by heart now, and could feel them flowing from his fingertips, connecting with the instrument. If only he could write a song like this on his own, then Scepter University would gladly accept him, or so Munakata wanted to believe.

It wasn't until he received a text message that Munakata pulled himself out of the music begrudgingly . He glanced at the buzzing phone on the side of the piano, and reluctantly pulled his hands away.

"Suoh," he muttered, seeing the name flash on the screen. He was surprised to see it had already been an hour since he'd woken up, nearly 11:30. He'd gone through most of their set before the text interruption.

Text from Suoh: [U home? Let me in.]

Munakata's face stared at the phone screen, his eyes slowly widening. Suoh was here?! At his apartment?! How did he know where he lived? Munakata supposed he had walked him home last night, but how had he remembered?

He glanced around his apartment. It was, of course, spotless, but he hadn't been expecting any guests and wasn't sure what Suoh would require. Had he possibly been summoned by Totsuka's music? Maybe Suoh could just tell when someone was playing it. Though Munakata knew that was absolutely ridiculous.

Text from Suoh: [Hey]

Another small ding sounded on his phone. And another, and another...and...another.

Text from Suoh: [Munakata]

Text from Suoh: [Muna]

Text from Suoh: [kata]

Text from Suoh: [Cold]

Munakata's eyebrow twitched as he stared at the phone. Any headache he had gotten rid of was slowly returning. He had half the mind to leave Suoh out there, but instead he found himself rolling his eyes as he opened their chat.

Text to Suoh: [Dial 444, and I will buzz you in. I'm on the 4th floor, apartment 44.]

He felt his face heat up, thinking about seeing Suoh again, after the events from the evening prior. Would he say anything about the kiss? No, Suoh rarely spoke anyway, there was no way he would bring it up. But what was he doing at Munakata's apartment? The kiss hadn't meant anything, it had simply been a protective measure, so Munakata was certain he didn't owe Suoh anything. Did you owe someone something anyway if you kissed them? Munakata highly doubted that, there were plenty of people who kissed no strings attached! Just because it had been his first kiss didn't change anything, or at least, he didn't think it did.

His phone began to buzz, and he pushed the button, letting Suoh into the building. He'd be up here any minute, and all Munakata could do was wait.

Suoh could remember his first hangover well, head pounding, eyes sensitive to the light, all highly unpleasant things, and currently he could only imagine what Munakata was doing. Probably laying in bed, wondering why his head hurt so much, maybe he was even trying to remember the previous night's events. Suoh let out a chuckle, pushing the button to his elevator.

He trudged down the hall, sighing when he realized Munakata's apartment had to be on the other side of the building, far away from the elevator. He swung the plastic bag in his hand, letting it flip about from side to side, flapping annoyingly in the wind.

Stepping in front of Munakata's door, he knocked, waiting for the other man to answer.

"Yo," he said, holding his hand up, once Munakata opened the door. Suoh hated how the blue-haired man didn't even look disheveled. His hair looked perfect, his bang flipping to the side in a singular swoop, and his deep purple eyes were surprisingly awake for someone who had been as drunk as he was for the first time the prior night.

"Uh, yes, hello. Please come in," Munakata said. His brow was furrowed, his eyes looking at Suoh in slight confusion.

"How ya' feelin'?" he asked, stepping casually inside of Munakata's apartment. Glancing around, he couldn't believe a person actually lived in this space. Clean didn't even come close to the correct word. It was pristine, as though no one actually lived in the space. "Oi, Munakata," he hummed, his voice tired. "You live here, or this apartment just for show?"

Munakata tilted his head, his blue locks swaying with the movement of his face. "I feel fine? Perhaps a bit tired but nothing out of the ordinary," he said, shutting the door as he followed Suoh into his living room. "And yes, I live here, I thought that would be quite obvious by now."

"Mm," Suoh grunted, leaning in to look at a few of the pictures resting on Munakata's side tables. He stood, presumably with his parents and brother, outside of a school holding a diploma. There were also a few framed pieces of music, but Suoh didn't recognize the titles. "Looks like this place belongs in a catalog or somethin'," he muttered, looking around, his eyes falling on the piano, taking up the majority of the corner of the room.

"Really? I'll take that as a compliment," Munakata hummed, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I can only imagine what your place looks like."

To that, Suoh decided to ignore Munakata's statement, holding out the bag. "Brought you this," he said, changing the subject.

"What's in this?" he said, peering into the bag.

"Some instant coffee, soup, french fries from the fast food place down the street." Suoh listed off the items tiredly.

"Oya?" Munakata replied, taking the bag to the kitchen. "You stopped by to give me this random assortment of...odd food choices?"

"For hangovers," Suoh said. "I thought ya' might have one, but apparently you're some perfect being who avoids them." His voice was stuck in his throat, grumbling as he watched Munakata walk to the kitchen.

"I see!" Munakata said. "A typical 'hangover remedy'. Much appreciated Suoh," he bowed. "However, I only experienced a headache earlier this morning but it seems to have dissipated."

"Ah..." Suoh replied, running his finger over the edge of the piano.

There was a small part of Suoh that wanted to ask Munakata if he remembered anything about the previous night. If he only had a headache this morning, Suoh couldn't imagine Munakata would've forgotten, or perhaps he was some miracle drinker who avoided hangovers, but still had memory loss? Either way, he didn't wish to bring up their kiss. It had meant nothing, as far as Suoh was concerned. Munakata's lips had been soft, and the gentle squeak he had made when he had been taken off guard had been cute, but still, Suoh had only done it to get Munakata away from the other man.

Taking a seat on his piano bench, he noted the keys were uncovered. He flicked his golden gaze to the tall man. "You practicing?" he asked, gesturing to them.

Munakata gently rubbed the piece of hair beside his face between his thumb and pointer finger. "Yes, I was. I was thinking about last night, and some of the things you mentioned...about Totsuka," he said softly. He knew bringing up their past band-mate's name was always difficult for Suoh. "Plus the competition is only a few days away," he mused, a slightly bout of anxiety flickering across his eyes. "The short answer is yes, I was practicing."

"Mm," Suoh grunted again. One of the only other people he had met who was as diligent as Munakata when it came to music was Totsuka.

"I apologize," Munakata said quietly, bowing his head. "I suppose you would prefer me to not speak about Totsuka Tatara."

"S'fine," Suoh said, pushing himself off of the piano bench. "Can I smoke on your balcony?" he asked, and Munakata nodded his head.

Munakata opened the sliding door, and made his way back inside, grabbing his coat. "I'll join you."

It was then Suoh noted Munakata was wearing something more...casual. Normally he was so well-dressed, even for their practices; wearing some sort of nice pants, a button down and occasionally a tie. But currently he was in long, blue flannel pants, and a long-sleeved shirt. It was cute, how casual he looked. He wrapped the pea coat around himself, hugging it tightly to his body.

Munakata pulled out his own pack of cigarettes, placing one in his mouth, and Suoh's eyes widened. "You smoke?" he asked, his voice incredulous.

The pianist chuckled. "Oya? I think that is the most emotion I've heard from you, Suoh." He flicked the lighter against the cigarette, taking a long hit. "Yes, I do. Rarely, but I do."

"Can see that," Suoh muttered, leaning over the balcony as he watched some drifting snow flutter around them.

They were silent, and Suoh appreciated that. He always envisioned Munakata as the type of person who would never shut up, but he glanced over, watching as Munakata stood with his eyes closed, leaning against the railing, taking a long drag off of the cigarette.

"Tatara died," Suoh said finally, the words sounding foreign on his lips. It was a sentence he didn't approve of saying, and yet the words slipped from his lips. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to tell Munakata, the man was intelligent, he had to have known.

"I assumed," Munakata whispered, his gaze staring down at his feet. "I didn't wish to ask how or why, as I did not wish to re-open any wounds. It is obvious you cared for him deeply."

"Loved him," Suoh said, again the foreignness of the phrase tickling his tongue oddly. He could remember nights he'd spent wrapped up in Tatara, the blond's smiling face forever scarred into his mind. Sometimes they would sing together, play guitar, and sometimes Tatara would want to try out some crazy new thing, like making balloon animals, or trying out do-it-yourself videos online. And other nights Suoh would move inside him, Tatara calling him his King. And then they'd kiss and kiss, all night long, like something out of a dream.

And yet, life wasn't fair.

Munakata pursed his lips, his fingertips squeezing his cigarette. "I see, I am...so terribly sorry for your loss."

"It was a year ago, almost exactly. I get a phone call from Izumo, some drunk asshole hit him while he was crossing the street. Found him with his guitar and a skateboard, probably was...trying something new out," Suoh chuckled, flicking the end of the cigarette to drop the ash to the streets below. "Seemed like he was on his way to my place." His golden gaze stayed fixated on the streets beneath the balcony, watching as the snow swirled by, making cars drive slower than normal.

Suoh felt a hand on his shoulder, and he quickly turned to the left. "You did not have to share that with me," he whispered.

"Yeah. Wanted to," Suoh shrugged. "Izumo signed us up for this damn competition so I'd stop moping around. Guess he kinda succeeded."

"Well I wouldn't say you've been moping," Munakata chuckled softly.

"Nah. Just angry. Sorry. S'not like you knew. It's...hard to imagine someone else in his spot on stage with us," Suoh admitted. He hated saying that, as though it now made his words true, and the situation real. He'd be playing Tatara's songs without Tatara.

"I am...sure," Munakata nodded.

"Izumo was right though," he grunted. "And don't tell him I told ya' this," Suoh threatened, Munakata only nodding accepting the secret. "Tatara would be mad if he knew I was sitting around not playing. And it would be even worse if people didn't get to experience the songs he did write."

"They deserve to be heard," Munakata whispered. He pressed his cigarette against the snow, snuffing it out. Bowing his head, he turned towards Suoh. "I promise to do my best to play Totsuka's songs in his honor."

Suoh couldn't help but snort. "I appreciate that, but ya' don't gotta be so formal. Just keep doin' your best," he shrugged, pressing his own cigarette against the balcony. "You're getting better at 'em. Hell," Suoh chuckled. "we might even win on Thursday."

Munakata smiled, the white glare from the snow making his face light up. "It is highly possible!"

Suoh couldn't help but blush, guilt washing over his body as he thought Munakata's radiance looked as beautiful as Tatara's, and he wondered what it would be like if they kissed sober.

The next afternoon, Suoh felt pangs of regret going to Munakata's apartment. He'd left shortly after their talk on the balcony, and all it had done was make Suoh feel guilty, and slightly stupid. Why had he told Munakata about that? He didn't wish for the blue-haired man to view him all sympathetically, and he certainly didn't wish for Munakata to force playing emotionally because of these songs now having some sort of 'tragic past'.

Munakata hadn't even needed his help with a hangover, which was the whole damn reason Suoh had gone in the first place. And yet, something about the stupid blue-haired man and his strange demeanor had gotten Suoh to open up.

Then again, he'd also left feeling the most determined he'd felt in awhile. He wondered how Munakata would play, after spending time practicing alone, and perhaps with his new knowledge he would have a new outlook on the songs he was playing.

"You seem to be in a pleasant mood today," Kusanagi chuckled, watching as Suoh flopped down onto the practice stage.

"Mmm," Suoh grunted. "Munakata knows."

"About?"

"Tatara," Suoh muttered.

"How?" Kusanagi asked.

Suoh simply shrugged. "I told him."

"Did you see him over the weekend?" Kusanagi raised an eyebrow, surprised by his friend's action.

"Yeah. Went to a bar," he muttered.

"You took Munakata to a bar?"

"Got him drunk too," Suoh smirked. "And kissed him."

"What?!" Kusanagi yelled, his eyes peering over his sunglasses. "What the hell were you thinking?! Is he even coming to practice anymore? You just-"

"Izumo. Shaddup, it's fine. I did it to get some creep away from him," Suoh chuckled, shaking his head. "Dunno if he even remembers it."

Kusanagi sighed, his shoulders deflating. "I will never understand some of the choices you make. But are you really alright with him knowing about Tatara?" Kusanagi asked.

Suoh shrugged. "Yeah. I think he deserved to know."

"You gonna stop hating him now?" Kusanagi teased, nudging Suoh's shoulder.

"I never hated 'im..." he muttered.

"I would beg to differ," Kusanagi hummed, standing up when the large door began to slide open, Munakata stepping inside.

"Afternoon, gentleman," he said, bowing his head.

"Munakata," Suoh grunted. "Let's get started."

The four band members made their way onto the stage, taking their spots. "Oi," Yata said, sitting down in front of his drum set. "Saruhiko said he could come set up our lightening and check our sound equipment tomorrow."

"Perfect," Kusanagi smiled. "We're about ready for Thursday."

"Only a few more days left!" Yata cheered.

"Gentleman," Munakata began, taking his seat in front of the keyboard. "I have been truly honored to play with you, and I feel I have learned a lot. I hope to do these songs justice on Thursday," he nodded.

"You're doing great," Kusanagi smiled. "Actually I think we have a really good chance at winning," he chuckled, winking towards Suoh.

Suoh rolled his eyes, playing the first chord. "Let's get started."

Counting in, Suoh began to play the first song, the loud music echoing in the large practice space as it always did. This time however, his ears noted the smooth pace at which they all fell into. It was almost like a switch had gone off inside of them all, and they all followed each other, and Suoh's vocals.

Munakata's sound was no longer choppy and stilted, no, instead it sounded melodic, and full of something Suoh hadn't heard before. It blended too, no longer disjointed and sticking out from the rest of the band.

Suoh swallowed, it was a familiar sound, and he glanced out into the empty practice space, letting the music settle in his chest. The noise flowed into his heart, and moved through his bloodstream, making his fingers tingle with each strum of his guitar. It sounded good, damn good.

It sounded so close to Tatara.

Suoh wanted to glance towards the piano, wondering if by some miracle, Tatara had come back to life, and maybe this whole time he'd been stuck in some weird alternate dimension where Tatara had been ripped from him. But one flick of his golden eyes reminded him of the reality. Munakata sat now where Tatara once had been.

And yet, the knowledge awoke something different in Suoh's chest. The music flowed, the tempo picking up as they switched to a faster song, and Suoh could feel how in time everything was, how in sync they were. It was horrifying, it was thrilling, it was a feeling he'd never thought he'd feel again.

"Damn!" Yata called, rolling his drumsticks down against the drum. "That sounded fucking amazing! I really think we could win."

"It flowed so smoothly," Kusanagi said, almost breathlessly.

Suoh stayed silent, the music washing over him. He'd never expected to play like that again, and yet here he was, loving the feeling. He loved the throb of the perfect beat in his chest, and he adored how all the emotion he often stored so deep inside, slowly rose up, Tatara's music describing everything Suoh felt so perfectly.

And yet it felt so damn wrong.

Slowly, Munakata lifted his fingers off of the keyboard, his hands trembling. "I believe that...was much better," he said slowly, as though he had to catch his breath. When there came no answer, he turned around, staring at Suoh's back. "Suoh?" he asked.

"Great," he muttered.

"What?" Munakata asked.

"It was great," Suoh snapped. "Let's take a break," he grunted, and stepped down off the stage. He couldn't look at Munakata, couldn't possibly tell him his playing had been absolutely perfect. This is what he had wanted all along, and yet...

He stormed towards the door, pushing it open as he stepped out into the cold air, a shiver rolling down his spine. It was too late to back out of the competition, not after...all they'd done, but Suoh knew what he was going to do. The second they stepped off of the stage on Thursday, he'd be putting his guitar away, and Munakata would be out of his life. No more competitions, no more practices, no more music. Maybe then he could focus on making things...normal again.

Munakata sighed watching Suoh storm off of the stage. "It would seem I cannot win with him," he said, standing next to Kusanagi. "At first my skills were not adequate, or up to his standard, and now they are, he seems mad once again. Rather frustrating."

"You were perfect," Kusanagi muttered. "Even more perfect than before, if that's possible," he chuckled. "Mikoto is...still hurting."

"I know," Munakata admitted. He wondered if he should go out there, try and to speak to him, but he had the feeling he would only make whatever Suoh was feeling worse.

"Don't worry about him. I think he probably felt you were almost...too close to Totsuka," Kusanagi admitted.

"Perhaps," Munakata whispered. It was the only thing that seemingly made sense.

"So," Kusanagi began, "any ideas for your next application piece?"

Munakata shook his head. "I believe I have learned a lot by being here, and I need to decide how I wish to implement them into a new classical style piece." Admittedly, it had been awhile since he'd practiced his normal style.

"I see," Kusanagi sighed, folding his arms behind his back. "So I guess there's no way you'd stay with us then. Too bad, you’ve really been getting into it lately!" he chuckled.

Munakata looked towards the ground. He had not considered the expiration date on their time together. Once the competition was over, Munakata would have to prep for his application to Scepter University, and if he got in, he would have absolutely zero free time. There would be no way he could continue playing with them.

His heart felt heavy in his chest thinking of it. Of course he still wanted to apply to Scepter University. It had been his dream to be a part of their music program for so long, he couldn't even fathom when such a thought had begun. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a longing to stay with the band. They could write new songs, create new music together. They were simple, yes, but they had something Munakata couldn't quite explain, but it was something he'd grown to enjoy in the past few weeks.

"Unfortunately," Munakata said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I will have to...take my leave. It has been a wonderful, eye-opening experience being here with you, and I am greatly looking forward to the competition in a few days, but..." he sighed, glancing back at the keyboard. His fingers were so light when he touched it, so different from that of a grand piano. At first he had hated it, and now...it was such a pleasant, freeing, different feeling. "Being at Scepter University is important to me. I will keep applying until they accept me, and if I get accepted this time around, well, I won't have any free time," he chuckled.

"That sucks," Kusanagi admitted.

"Actually I'm quite used to it. With so much free time lately, I've not been sure what to do with myself. I practice a lot yes, but I'm used to a very strict schedule."

"Well," Kusanagi sighed. "We'll miss you. Especially Mikoto, even if he is acting like an ass right now."

"I do not know if he'll miss me, I'm sure he'll be happy to find someone more to his liking," Munakata chuckled waving him off.

"I dunno, he did kiss ya'," Kusanagi winked.

"O-Oya!" Munakata hissed. "He told you about that?"

"So you do remember," Kusanagi hummed. "Yeah, he told me. He was pretty nonchalant about it, but knowing Mikoto, it probably meant more than he let on," Kusanagi said. "He probably doesn't even know it yet. Idiot," he scoffed. "Anyway, I'm going to drag his ass back in here so we can run through the set again," he said, pushing himself up.

Munakata's face was far redder than he wanted it to be. The kiss meant more than Suoh had let on? There was no way, he'd done it to pull him away from the other man, and Suoh hadn't said a word about it otherwise.

Swallowing, he gripped the side of the stage and shook his head. It was better if they didn't speak on it again. Suoh wasn't big on words, so if Munakata never brought it up, he was certain he could just let it go, especially since he wouldn't be able to stay in their band after the competition was complete.

He and Suoh were from two completely different worlds. They had collided for this one purpose, and soon that purpose would be ending. It was fun, hanging out, playing such wonderful, heartfelt music. And even though the concert and bar hadn't been things he'd experienced before, Munakata hadn't hated them. Suoh had been far more interesting than Munakata had expected, and the more he thought about him the more he wanted to know.

He wanted to spend time with him, wanted to experience these things he'd always missed out on. All his life he'd only focused on piano, and nothing else. Suoh was showing him something so different, so new. It was… freeing.

Yet, he missed his safe, classical piano, he missed his schedule. He liked his routine, and Suoh was the opposite of these things. Suoh was an adventure, one he had enjoyed, but...this wasn't how Munakata could imagine his life being forever. He was a classical pianist, not a rock star.

And, as much as he did think about the kiss, and Suoh, there was no need to bring up one event when their paths would be diverging so soon. The less attachments Munakata had, the far easier it would be to walk away.

#mikorei #munakata reisi #munakata reishi #suoh mikoto #k project #k project fanfiction #au #music au #cacophony #chaptered #legit gonna try and be good about this!

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ridiasfangirlings · 7 years

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Moana AU! Yata sets out to the sea to get grumpy demigod Fushimi to return Te Fiti's heart. Fushimi acts like he doesn't care but secretly just wants to be loved

Mikoto the lazy useless chicken is maybe my new favorite thing XD SoYata is the son of the village chief of small island tribe Homra andhe likes all the people there and everything but he also findshimself constantly looking out at the sea and wishing he could go outexploring. He feels really cooped up stuck on the island, plus he’snot really sure how good a chief he’d be anyway and he’s alwaysworrying that he’s not going to be able to measure up to thestandards of a chief. The only person who he feels kinda understandshim is official village crazy person Totsuka, who spends all his timehanging out in the shallows playing with the rays and looking outover the horizon. One day Yata gets into a fight with his mentorKusanagi and runs off, Totsuka finds him and asks if Yata wants tocome explore the cool cave Totsuka found. Yata figures why not andthe two of them head off together. While searching the cave Yatadiscovers a bunch of old boats and realizes that the people of Homrawere once voyagers how traveled the sea and had awesome adventures.Yata of course is all hyped up for this but Kusanagi reprimands himfor it because no one’s allowed to leave the island, there’s nothingbut danger out there on the ocean (which Kusanagi knows, because whenhe was young he tried to go out exploring and his best friend Mikotocame with him and drowned. In Mikoto’s honor Kusanagi has named hislaziest chicken after him).

Yata’s all depressed that he’s not allowed to go exploring the wayhis people used to when strange things start happening on the island,like all their harvested coconuts are rotten and there’s no fish,plus people have maybe started coming down with like some kind ofstrange corrupting disease. Yata’s feeling helpless because eventhough he’s supposed to be the guy who everyone looks to for helpthere’s not really anything he can do. That’s when the ill and dyingTotsuka calls Yata into his hut and gives Yata this strange glowingstone. He tells Yata that the magic glowing rock is actually theheart of the god Weismann, who created the world and then fell into along sleep on the island of Dresden. Legend says Weismann’s heart wasstolen by a demigod named Fushimi and then lost when Fushimi wasdefeated by a god of destruction called Colorless who also wanted theheart. The blight that’s affecting the island is the effects ofColorless’s rage, finally reaching their small island. Yata’s allconfused as to how Totsuka got the rock and Totsuka says he saw theocean bring it to Yata when Yata was little. Yata’s all confused andthen he remembers one day when he was little and tried to go look atthe ocean, and the water parted for him. Yata’s mom pulled him awaybefore he could wander too far but Totsuka thought the rock waspretty and kept it. He gives it to Yata and tells Yata not to worry,everything will be all right, and he believes that Yata can restorethe heart and save everyone. Yata’s worried though because by givinghim the heart Totsuka suddenly looks weaker than before and maybeTotsuka just smiles shakily and says that it’s fine, he was alwayssickly and knew he’d die young and that maybe he should have givenYata the heart earlier before things got this bad but he wanted tolive just a little longer. He’s going to be reincarnated as a raythough, so it won’t be that bad, and he tells Yata to smile.

Poor heartbroken Yata promises Totsuka that he’ll fix things and heruns out to the nearest boat, setting out to sea. He’s already out ofsight of the village when he realizes there’s a chicken asleep in thebottom of the boat and is like well, I guess it’s just you and meMikoto-san (Yata’s always been very polite to the chicken okay, he’sheard stories about the chicken’s namesake from Kusanagi and he hasRespect). Yata figures if he wants to restore the heart he needs helpand figures the best guy for the job would be that demigod who tookthe heart in the first place. There’s no story saying what happenedto Fushimi after he lost the heart though, so Yata decides he’ll justtrust his gut and the ocean to take him to the right place. He endsup washed up on an island with a skinny tattooed nerd in glassesglaring down at him and asking him if he even knows how tosail, what kind of moron goes out on the ocean without knowing how towork a boat.

Yata immediately jumps up like listen asshole I’m new at this andanyway who says you could do any better. The guy clicks his tongueand says that he could but he doesn’t have a boat, he’s been maroonedon this island for ages and he’s not interested in company. Yata’slike good because I don’t want to keep you company but that’s when henotices that one of the guy’s tattoos is moving, which is reallyweird. The guy glares down at his tattoo and tells Yata that thetattoos are of his so-called ‘exploits’ and Yata realizes that he’sstaring at demigod Fushimi. Yata asks Fushimi to help him out butFushimi’s like not my problem, he’s not interested in the troubles ofhumans because it’s not like they have any interest in him, afterall. Maybe in the stories Fushimi’s always been treated like asemi-bad guy rather than a hero, like the things he’s given tohumanity are always treated like accidents and he was actually tryingto cause trouble. Yata tells him that for once he could do somethingto help people instead of being a jerk, saying he has the heart ofWeismann and if they can restore it to where it belongs all thedarkness sweeping the land will be swept away. Fushimi looks justinterested enough to distract Yata so he can steal Yata’s boat, Yataimmediately runs after him and Fushimi tries to toss him off the boatonly for the ocean to kindly deposit Yata back on it. Yata givesFushimi this smirk like see, you can’t leave me and Fushimi rolls hiseyes because okay I can’t get rid of you but I’m still not helping.

So then the two of them have to go on an epic journey to restore theheart. In order for Fushimi to reach full power he needs his magicknives so they have to find those first and on the way Yata learnsthat Fushimi’s not really a god by birth, he was thrown into the seaby his asshole parents who didn’t want him and the goddess of the seamade him a demigod, Fushimi assumes just because even she didn’t wanthim and this way it got him out of the sea. During the quest toretrieve the knives Yata ends up helping Fushimi multiple times, likemaybe at one point Fushimi gets injured by some bad guys after theheart and the wound is poisoned so he has to ride out the fever andhe’s shocked and confused to find Yata by his side taking care of himthe whole time. Yata figures that Fushimi’s an asshole but he’s alsokinda cool. As they get closer to where Weismann is supposed to besleeping though Fushimi keeps getting more reluctant because hefucked this up once and what if he does it again. The small sparklingbespectacled man on one of his tattoos keeps giving him encouragingsign language pep talks while Yata has some long talks with chickenMikoto because he has to bare his soul to someone and thechicken’s there, okay.

They reach the island of Dresden and that’s when the two of them areattacked by Colorless. Yata tries to fight back against Colorless andis almost killed, Fushimi freaks out because maybe he didn’t evensteal the heart to begin with, it was lost during like a seaquake andFushimi tried to retrieve it to show he wasn’t useless and failed andnow here he’s going to fail again and the only person who was everprecious to him will be destroyed. He abandons Yata, claiming that hedoesn’t care about restoring the heart and probably finds somethingof Yata’s to set on fire out of spite (“There goes your oar,Misaki.” “Fuck you Saruhiko I need that to steer!”). Yata’s allheartbroken and angry but then the spirits of his ancestors andTotsuka rally around him and it gives him the courage to go tryagain, along with his trusty chicken. Fushimi sees Yata in danger andtiny tattoo Munakata just gives him this significant look, Fushimisighs and goes running to save Yata. Together they reach Dresdenisland but can’t find the sleeping Weismann. Fushimi turns to look atColorless and tells Yata to place the heart in the spot on theforehead of the fox mask that covers Colorless’s face. When Yata doesthe evil god’s body changes and he reawakens as Weismann, thankingFushimi and Yata for saving him and reversing all the blight thatcovered the land. In the end Yata drags Fushimi back to his islandwhere everyone can now join Fushimi’s tattoo in doting on him andloving him.

#sarumi #Talking K #actual Disney Princess Fushimi Saruhiko #okay it's Yata in this one though #but that's the tag for Disney crossovers so XD #I love the idea of Chicken!Mikoto #imagine him just sleeping the whole time as the boat gets tossed around everywhere #he is the chillest chicken ever #also I love Moana so much that movie was so good #so i love this AU #AND FUSHIMI WITH TATTOOS #*^*#lots and lots of tattoos and one is tiny smiling Munakata

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