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Until Death You Do Part 1/2

The utter shame of it would follow Tobirama into his grave. Worse than that, his complicity would follow Hashirama until the end of the world.

Chapter One

“Oh no,” Toka said softly. Her gaze wouldn’t lift from the too-small body they had found. “Who were you?”

Tobirama knelt to carefully pat down the corpse for anything identifying. There was nothing useful or distinctive. The child had been dressed in low quality cotton and had a little knife tucked into his obi. Tobirama examined the knife, but it was perfectly typical. The boy had probably needed it for his chores.

The body was cold already. He tried moving an arm- no. Nothing.

‘If this had been fresher, it would be a suitable vessel for reincarnating Kawarama.’

“What a waste,” Tobirama found himself saying.

“Despicable,” Toka agreed. Her voice was affected, high and angry in pitch.

He eyed her curiously but did not say anything. They burnt the body. They went back to the clan compound and reported it, so that if a mission request to find a child came in from a local village the parents could be informed.. But Tobirama could not stop thinking about that small body.

He had solved the problem. He was sure of it now. He needed a vessel and he needed a sacrifice. He had been thinking that the two needed to be one and the same, but that wasn’t true, was it?

That opened up possibilities. There were plenty of people who Tobirama would not have ethical qualms about sacrificing for this goal. It would be poetic to use an Uchiha, but any bandit would do as well. But the idea of forcing Kawarama or Itama into the body of such scum did not sit well with him.

‘Must it be a human body? Could it be something artificial?’

That would probably be a lot less upsetting for his brothers. They had both died so young. Adjusting to the size of an adult body would be an extra disorientation that they didn’t need to cope with.

Inspired, Tobirama returned to a jutsu he had designed for creating a secondary, solid body without an element. In its current form, it was not quite sturdy enough to be a long time host to a spirit.

Fuinjutsu. He thought the answer was in fuinjutsu. Tobirama stole hours between his work to design a seal that should make the clone body all but impossible to destroy.

He thought the three elements would work together - the clone to host a spirit, the seal to secure the clone, the sacrifice to fuel his jutsu to withdraw a human soul from the maw of death.

"Brother," he murmured.

Hashirama looked over, eyes bleary over the wedding contract he was checking for the thousandth time. "Yes?"

"Don't you wish that we had Itama and Kawarama back with us?" Tobirama confirmed.

His older brother blinked at him. A shadow passed over his face. "Of course I do," he said softly. Hashirama put the contract down. "Are you thinking about them a lot recently?" His voice changed tone.

"Yes," Tobirama said. He tilted his head. "Which would you choose to have back?"

Hashirama blanched. "I can't answer that!" He yelped. "I love them equally."

…Not really the point.

"Who would adjust more easily to our current time?", Tobirama rephrased.

His older brother settled down, feathers unruffling. "Hmm… Kawarama." He let out a sigh. “Itama was so gentle. Remember how he cried at Kawarama’s funeral?” He was wistful, eyes distant.

Tobirama nodded. "I understand."

Hashirama blinked back to attention and gave him a curious look. His brow furrowed.

He bowed as he stood. "I had better go work," Tobirama said, reinvigorated by his brother's input.

"Good night," Hashirama called after him.

"Goodnight, brother." Tobirama slid the door shut behind him.

He had the details ironed out by the time he had an inescapable errand. Tobirama didn't hide his irritation as Toka bullied him into formal wear.

"You have to see the Daimyo," she said grimly, checking his height. He ducked away from her and she snatched his collar to hold him in place. "If you don't go when summoned, he'll think you are disloyal, that we are disloyal."

"I have no respect for him," Tobirama said. It wasn't a sulk. It wasn't. “I wish him no health and wealth.”

His cousin gave him a knowing look. "Obviously," she drawled. "He's so absorbed with water colors and poetry that he's barely aware half the country is on fire. But he has armies. So you're going, and you're going to be polite."

Now he truly was sulking. "I will go," Tobirama said darkly. "I will not enjoy it."

"Of course." Toka held up one of his father's old formal kimono and judged the size against him. “I would hardly expect you to.”

"I will use the time for my personal experiments," he threatened. He had been told off for that before.

She shrugged. "Don't get caught." Toka patted his head and started to fold up the kimono. "Otherwise you'll have to do a demonstration for the court's amusement."

At the face he made, she actually laughed at him.

He wished that someone in this clan compound respected him. Unfortunately, Tobirama sighed and endured grandmotherly fussing from a few aunties before he was allowed to leave for the capital.

'Perhaps I can find someone to become the sacrifice for Kawarama's revival in the capital.'

The thought cheered him up.

Yes, actually, that would be a good place to do it. The hustle and bustle of the clan compound would probably be overwhelming at first. Kawarama had been gone for so long, after all. Surely he would be babied even worse than Tobirama was. Taking a few days to acclimate somewhere that Kawarama would just be a face in a crowd… that would help immensely.

Traveling to the capital took two and a half days. He stalked into the guesthouse for wealthy travelers before they noticed he had arrived, forgoing the ceremony of displaying his clan name outside of the building. The workers must have done it anyway, because the wooden plaque was in place the next time that he left the building.

He stayed there for one horrible day before he was invited to court. Tobirama thought that might be the end of it, but of course not. He was not invited to meet with the Daimyo that day. He went back to the guesthouse simmering with irritation.

He had to do something. This trip was otherwise a worthless waste of his time.

“I shall make the clone today,” he mused. Tobirama blinked rapidly, cataloging his memory of Kawarama. It was a child’s memory of another child. The first clone that he made looked right in proportion, but was far too large to be a child of Kawarama’s age. He stared at it. It was as if a normal 7 year old had been stretched equally in all directions.

“It is… cute…” He said it slowly, because he wasn’t entirely sure about this assessment. It was also somehow frightening.

He dismissed the clone with prejudice and tried again, and again. He made it perfect because he had no way to be confident that Kawarama could manipulate chakra in this body. That could be a considerable blow, considering that Kawarama had been a remarkable shinobi even at his young age.

Tobirama paused at that thought. ‘He will not grow. He may not use chakra. Would he be pleased to forever be a child?’

The thought was disquieting. He dispelled the clone and thought over every angle. Perhaps it would be kinder to put Kawarama into a projection of his adult body? Hashirama and Tobirama had both become quite tall, so his height could be conjectured. And his face- he looked a lot like Hashirama, actually.

‘But if he last remembers being 7 years in age… It would be alien to become an adult, years removed.’

Tobirama felt his lips twist in dissatisfaction. There was no way to know which Kawarama would prefer.

The child’s body it was, then. In absence of specific reasoning, he would go with his initial inclination.

Tobirama remade the clone. This time, he put the seal on it to hold the clone in place. It watched him with dark, serious eyes.

They looked like Kawarama’s eyes, but the thought behind them was Tobirama’s at this point. He averted his eyes. “I will fix this soon,” he promised to the vision of his brother. His vision blurred over with tears that he couldn’t shed. Tobirama abruptly stood and walked away, pacing in the tatami room. It had been 15 years since he had seen that face. Seeing it now, devoid of Kawarama’s personality… it cut something deep within him.

He needed to finish the project.

Tobirama had intended to wait, carefully and methodically. He had planned to seek out someone who truly deserved death, or at least someone who would be receiving it regardless. But he couldn’t wait. He rose and left the guesthouse, using a genjutsu to paint his hair a much less distinctive brown in a moment unseen. He looked like a rich man, one of the useless noblemen or a particularly lucky merchant. He stalked the city streets, eyes narrowed and weighing up the lives that he saw.

It was Hashirama’s dear belief that every human life had the same worth. Tobirama did not disagree. Hashirama would never pick out the covert movements of a petty criminal within a crowd and begin to follow them. In his philosophy, the pickpocket should be talked to and needed a way to make an honest living.

In Tobirama’s view of things, protecting the health of the people he loved was his most important task and any human collateral was acceptable, if regrettable.

No one saw him scruff the young man and drag him away with a firm hand over his mouth. In the twilight, it was child’s play to carry the now-weeping criminal into his guestroom. Tobirama deposited his prisoner next to the vessel for Kawarama. It blinked, and then rose to help him bind the civilians at the wrists and ankles, and gag him. “My apologies,” Tobirama murmured for the first time. He met the man’s terrified eyes. “I require your assistance. It will not take very long.”

Whatever the man said, it was muffled by the fabric in his mouth. Tobirama stepped back and concentrated on matching his chakra to the obscenely long sequence of hand signs for his jutsu. The sacrifice seized up and began to convulse by the time he’d gotten to Rat, and was falling over limply at Tiger.

The clone gave a sharp gasp and fell to the ground. Tobirama felt a flash of fear but he could not stop until he was finished. Kawarama must have merely been… startled, or not acclimated to the weight of a human body anymore. He lifted himself up on his own and stared up at Tobirama with wide eyes.

Tobirama knelt down. “Hello, Kawarama,” he said softly. He made sure to gentle his face. “It has been 15 years.”

The boy hesitated. “T- Tobirama-niisan?” He stared up, frightened and small. “You’re so big. I’m-” he faltered. “I’m dead.” His voice broke. “What have you done?”

Tobirama put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. It was cold, through the faux fabric of the transformation. “I fixed it,” he said. “You’re never going back there.”

When he put his arms around, Kawarama’s little frame was stiff. After a few moments, he put his arms up around Tobirama in return.

He didn’t sleep well. That was odd. It should have been the best sleep of his life, with his little brother returned from the dead. At first Tobirama laid awake listening to the sounds of Kawarama breathing and wondered how long he should wait to revive Itama. Having Kawarama acclimated would help their youngest brother. He was sure of it.

After he finally fell asleep, he had odd, bloody dreams. His dreams were often bloody, of course. He had expected to be haunted by the civilian that he had sacrificed and burnt to hide the crime. Perhaps he might be reminded of past battles. Seeing Kawarama could have easily revived hateful memories of the Uchiha tearing apart his family and leaving burnt husks.

His dreams weren’t of battles. He dreamed of a huge, angry mouth tearing his clansmen apart with rotting teeth and spraying their lifeblood onto the dirt. He dreamed of the ground opening up to swallow him down to hell. He woke with the smell of the grave in his nose and to the sight of Kawarama standing over him with an unreadable expression. The little form was eerie in the moonlight, clad only in white garments that nearly fell off of his shoulders because they were intended for Tobirama.

“Little brother,” Tobirama said slowly. He sat up. The graveyard smell faded.

Kawarama smiled at him. Then he left without a word for his own futon.

By the morning, he had mostly forgotten the incident. Of course they had an odd night of sleep. It was a very strange situation for both of them.

Reluctantly, he left Kawarama alone in the guesthouse when he went off to the Daimyo’s palace. It had been easy enough to inform the servants that he had a relative with him and request extra food and appropriate clothing.

“You really have to go?” Kawarama had never been so timid in Tobirama’s memory.

He knelt down to his brother’s level. “Yes,” he said honestly. It was best not to lie to children. “It’s political. The Daimyo wishes to see us appropriately humbled.”

Kawarama’s face twisted. “Humbled.” There was a new quality to his voice. It was gone when he next spoke, so Tobirama dismissed the oddity as his brother’s attempt to mimic his cadence. “I- don’t leave me alone too long!” He clutched at Tobirama’s sleeve. “It’s so big here. It hurts.”

Tobirama frowned. Did Kawarama remember death? What exactly was he afraid of? His gut twisted. He examined those dark eyes, the match of Hashirama’s. “I will keep you safe,” he promised fiercely. “I am stronger than the world is big.” He disentangled Kawarama’s fingers from his sleeve. “I will leave you weapons. You can practice and see how your conditioning is.”

“The same.” Kawarama sniffed and wiped at his face with a sleeve. “I’m frozen exactly as I was.”

Tobirama blinked. “I put you into a clone made from my chakra,” he explained slowly. “I assume it would have characteristics similar to my own, and your earth nature chakra is lost to you.”

“No,” Kawarama disagreed. His voice was thick. “I can tell. I could do anything now that I could when I-” his voice caught.

“I understand.” Tobirama cut him off before he could say the words. He hated how tortured Kawarama looked. Being dead must have been horrible. “That is very interesting. Tonight, I will show you some jutsu I have learned since we last spoke.”

Kawarama perked up. “Thank you, brother,” he said. He bowed.

Tobirama repressed a flinch. He’d forgotten how formally their Father had made them act as small children. Kawarama hadn’t treated Tobirama that way, but… now Tobirama was a grown man. He ignored the evidence that his precious brother now viewed him differently. “I will return as soon as possible,” he said. He set off eager to be done with the Daimyo.

Through some luck, he was. The Daimyo had Tobirama introduced to the court and fawned over by giggling courtiers. He stood stiffly, hating the attention. He could hear them speak of his face, his musculature, his silent nature. He was allowed to kneel on the floor and pledge his loyalty for the year. Once he rose from the bow, he was free to leave.

He went directly back to the guest house.

Normally he would leave that same night in order to get home. This time, he felt it was better to linger.

When he entered, Tobirama stopped abruptly.

Kawarama was facing away from him in profile, looking out the window. His expression was closed off and hard in a way that did not suit his soft, childish features.

Some deeper instinct told him there was danger. Tobirama stood frozen in confusion, caught between the precious child he saw and the feeling in his heart. ‘It’s Kawarama,’ he told himself. A thrum of anger at his own childishness broke the spell and he called out a greeting. ‘Of course he is a little changed. He experienced a terrible death. He will need time.’

“Tobirama-niisan,” Kawarama said, in his sweet boyish voice. He smiled up at Tobirama and padded across the tatami to greet him. “How was your day? I saw a bird, so I got food from the kitchen and I fed them. So many came!” His smile melted Tobirama’s heart. “They’re still enjoying it.”

‘He can be gentle now,’ Tobirama realized. ‘His childhood was stolen from him by our Father and the wars. We won’t make him fight again, not for years and years.’

His heart felt full and he hugged his little brother, boldly stolen from the Death God himself. “That’s wonderful.” He felt so light. He was almost ready to sign on with Hashirama’s optimism about the Uchiha, the last great threat to Kawarama’s safety. Perhaps they should combine their clans. If the Uchiha were not on guard against him, one of them could easily be taken to fuel the jutsu to bring back Itama. There was something poetic about the concept.

“I’m hungry,” Kawarama declared. He bounced on his heels. “What’s for dinner?”

“I will go and ask.” Tobirama rose.

Kawarama pushed past him. “No, I want to!” He ran out of the room, little feet silent with shinobi skill.

Tobirama smiled and watched his brother’s back disappear. Then his gaze turned to the grass outside the window. His smile vanished.

The grass was carpeted in dead birds.

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ofspvrta · 1 year

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" ally with me. " / from toka.

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. 🐍 | NOT accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | toka

She had only been in Francia for a few days investigating a lead on another Piece of Eden that had recently become active again. She had come to a region in West Francia that seemed like an excellent place to stop and rest. A young man named Pierre had seen Kassanda and immediately tried to recruit her to help. All she wanted was a place to relax and take care of things that she came here for, she couldn't get too caught up in the affairs of mortals.

After a few days camped outside the village and trading with the local shops, a young woman approached her. She had been taking care of her blade as she walked up and the Grecian raised a brow as she looked to her. The words had been so abrupt that the Keeper was taken aback momentarily. "I already told that Pierre guy I am only passing through for a few days."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ:|| toka sinricsdottir #τ::|| valhalla #λ::|| francia | 800s ce #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #torntruth

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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2023/03/18 En este espacio han convivido a lo largo de la historia muchas civilizaciones, teniendo en común que era un lugar fortificado para protegerse de los peligros que venían por mar y por tierra. Hasta hace unas pocas décadas, aun estuvo habitado, pero hoy en día es un sitio para aprender y para visitar.

Many civilizations have lived in this space throughout history, having in common that it was a fortified place to protect themselves from the dangers that came by sea and by land. Until a few decades ago, it was still inhabited, but today it is a place to learn and to visit.

Google Translation into French: De nombreuses civilisations ont vécu dans cet espace à travers l'histoire, ayant en commun qu'il s'agissait d'un lieu fortifié pour se protéger des dangers qui arrivaient par mer et par terre. Jusqu'à il y a quelques décennies, elle était encore habitée, mais aujourd'hui c'est un lieu d'apprentissage et de visite.

Google translation into Italian: Molte civiltà hanno vissuto in questo spazio nel corso della storia, accomunate dal fatto che era un luogo fortificato per proteggersi dai pericoli che arrivavano via mare e via terra. Fino a qualche decennio fa era ancora abitato, ma oggi è luogo di apprendimento e di visita.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Muitas civilizações viveram neste espaço ao longo da história, tendo em comum o facto de ser um local fortificado para se protegerem dos perigos que chegavam por mar e por terra. Até algumas décadas atrás ainda era habitado, mas hoje é um lugar de aprendizado e visita.

Google Translation into German: Viele Zivilisationen haben im Laufe der Geschichte in diesem Raum gelebt, denen gemeinsam ist, dass es ein befestigter Ort war, um sich vor den Gefahren zu schützen, die auf dem See- und Landweg eintrafen. Bis vor einigen Jahrzehnten war es noch bewohnt, heute ist es ein Lern- und Besuchsort.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Në këtë hapësirë gjatë historisë kanë jetuar shumë qytetërime, të cilat të gjitha kanë të përbashkët se ishte një vend i fortifikuar për t'u mbrojtur nga rreziqet që vinin nga deti dhe toka. Deri para disa dekadash ishte ende i banuar, sot është një vend mësimi dhe vizite.

Google Translation into Armenian: Պատմության ընթացքում շատ քաղաքակրթություններ են ապրել այս տարածքում, որոնց բոլորին ընդհանուր է այն, որ դա ամրացված վայր էր՝ պաշտպանվելու ծովով և ցամաքով ժամանած վտանգներից: Մինչև մի քանի տասնամյակ առաջ այն դեռ բնակեցված էր, այսօր այն սովորելու և այցելության վայր է։

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Много цивилизации са живели в това пространство през цялата история, всички от които имат общото, че това е било укрепено място, за да се предпазят от опасностите, пристигащи по море и суша. Допреди няколко десетилетия все още е бил населен, днес е място за учене и посещение.

Google Translation into Czech: Mnoho civilizací žilo v tomto prostoru v průběhu historie, z nichž všechny mají společné to, že to bylo opevněné místo, aby se chránily před nebezpečím, které přicházelo po moři a po souši. Ještě před pár desítkami let byl ještě obydlen, dnes je místem poznávání a návštěv.

Google Translation into Croatian: Kroz povijest su na ovom prostoru živjele mnoge civilizacije, a svima je zajedničko da je to bilo utvrđeno mjesto za zaštitu od opasnosti koje su stizale s mora i kopna. Do prije nekoliko desetljeća još je bilo naseljeno, danas je mjesto učenja i posjeta.

Google Translation into Danish Mange civilisationer har levet i dette rum gennem historien, som alle har det til fælles, at det var et befæstet sted for at beskytte sig mod de farer, der ankom til vands og til lands. Indtil for få årtier siden var det stadig beboet, i dag er det et sted for læring og besøg.

Google Translation into Slovak: V tomto priestore žilo počas histórie mnoho civilizácií, z ktorých všetky majú spoločné to, že to bolo opevnené miesto na ochranu pred nebezpečenstvami, ktoré prichádzali po mori a po súši. Ešte pred niekoľkými desiatkami rokov bol ešte obývaný, dnes je miestom učenia a návštevy.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Na tem prostoru so skozi zgodovino živele številne civilizacije, vsem pa je skupno, da je bil to utrjen kraj za zaščito pred nevarnostmi, ki so prihajale po morju in kopnem. Do pred nekaj desetletji je bilo še naseljeno, danes pa je mesto učenja in obiskovanja.

Google Translation into Estonian: Ajaloo jooksul on selles ruumis elanud palju tsivilisatsioone, millel kõigil on ühine see, et see oli kindlustatud koht, et kaitsta end meritsi ja maad pidi saabunud ohtude eest. Veel mõnikümmend aastat tagasi oli see asustatud, täna on see õppimise ja külastamise koht.

Google Translation into Suomi: Monet sivilisaatiot ovat asuneet tässä tilassa läpi historian, joille kaikille on yhteistä, että se oli linnoitettu paikka suojautua meritse ja maalla saapuvilta vaaroilta. Vielä muutama vuosikymmen sitten se oli vielä asuttu, nykyään se on oppimisen ja vierailun paikka.

Google Translation into Greek: Πολλοί πολιτισμοί έχουν ζήσει σε αυτόν τον χώρο κατά τη διάρκεια της ιστορίας, όλοι τους έχουν κοινό ότι ήταν ένα οχυρωμένο μέρος για να προστατευτούν από τους κινδύνους που έφτασαν από τη θάλασσα και τη στεριά. Μέχρι πριν από μερικές δεκαετίες εξακολουθούσε να κατοικείται, σήμερα είναι τόπος μάθησης και επίσκεψης.

Google Translation into Dutch: Door de geschiedenis heen hebben vele beschavingen in deze ruimte gewoond, die allemaal gemeen hebben dat het een versterkte plek was om zichzelf te beschermen tegen de gevaren die over zee en over land kwamen. Tot een paar decennia geleden was het nog bewoond, tegenwoordig is het een plek om te leren en te bezoeken.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Mange sivilisasjoner har levd i dette rommet gjennom historien, som alle har det til felles at det var et befestet sted for å beskytte seg mot farene som kom til sjøs og til lands. Inntil for noen tiår siden var det fortsatt bebodd, i dag er det et sted for læring og besøk.

Google Translation into Polish: Wiele cywilizacji żyło w tej przestrzeni w całej historii, z których wszystkie łączy to, że było to ufortyfikowane miejsce, aby chronić się przed niebezpieczeństwami przybywającymi z morza i lądu. Jeszcze kilkadziesiąt lat temu był jeszcze zamieszkały, dziś jest miejscem nauki i zwiedzania.

Google Translation into Romanian: Multe civilizații au trăit în acest spațiu de-a lungul istoriei, toate având în comun faptul că era un loc fortificat pentru a se proteja de pericolele sosite pe mare și pe uscat. Pana in urma cu cateva decenii inca era locuita, astazi este un loc de invatare si vizitare.

Google Translation into Russian: Многие цивилизации жили в этом пространстве на протяжении всей истории, и всех их объединяет то, что это было укрепленное место, чтобы защитить себя от опасностей, прибывающих с моря и суши. Еще несколько десятилетий назад он был еще населен, сегодня это место обучения и посещения.

Google Translation into Serbian: На овом простору су кроз историју живеле многе цивилизације, којима је свима заједничко да је био утврђено место за заштиту од опасности које су стизале морем и копном. До пре неколико деценија био је насељен, данас је место учења и посета.

Google Translation into Swedish: Många civilisationer har levt i detta utrymme genom historien, som alla har det gemensamt att det var en befäst plats för att skydda sig mot farorna som anlände till sjöss och på land. Fram till för några decennier sedan var det fortfarande bebott, idag är det en plats för lärande och besök.

Google Translation into Turkish: Tarih boyunca pek çok uygarlık bu alanda yaşamış ve hepsinin ortak noktası, kendilerini denizden ve karadan gelen tehlikelerden korumak için müstahkem bir yer olması. Birkaç on yıl öncesine kadar hala yerleşim vardı, bugün ise bir öğrenme ve ziyaret yeri.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Багато цивілізацій жили в цьому просторі протягом історії, і всі вони мають спільне те, що це було укріплене місце для захисту від небезпек, які надходили з моря та суші. Ще кілька десятиліть тому тут все ще жили, а сьогодні це місце навчання та відвідування.

Google Translation into Arabic: لقد عاشت العديد من الحضارات في هذا الفضاء عبر التاريخ ، والتي تشترك جميعها في أنها كانت مكانًا محصنًا لحماية نفسها من الأخطار التي تصلها عن طريق البحر والبر. حتى عقود قليلة مضت كانت لا تزال مأهولة بالسكان ، وهي اليوم مكان للتعلم والزيارة.

Google Translation into Bengali: অনেক সভ্যতা ইতিহাস জুড়ে এই স্থানটিতে বাস করেছে, যার সবকটিতেই মিল রয়েছে যে এটি সমুদ্র এবং স্থলপথে আগত বিপদ থেকে নিজেদের রক্ষা করার জন্য একটি সুরক্ষিত স্থান ছিল। কয়েক দশক আগে পর্যন্ত এটি এখনও অধ্যুষিত ছিল, আজ এটি শেখার এবং দেখার জায়গা।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 历史上许多文明都生活在这个空间，所有这些文明的共同点是它是一个防御工事，可以保护自己免受来自海上和陆地的危险。直到几十年前它仍然有人居住，今天它是一个学习和参观的地方。

Google Translation into Korean: 역사상 많은 문명이 이 공간에 살았는데, 바다와 육지를 통해 들어오는 위험으로부터 자신을 보호하기 위한 요새화된 장소라는 공통점이 있습니다. 수십 년 전까지만 해도 이곳은 여전히 사람이 거주하는 곳이었지만 오늘날에는 배움과 방문의 장소입니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: ציוויליזציות רבות חיו במרחב הזה לאורך ההיסטוריה, המשותף לכולן שזה היה מקום מבוצר להגן על עצמן מפני הסכנות שהגיעו בים וביבשה. עד לפני כמה עשורים הוא עדיין היה מיושב, היום הוא מקום לימוד וביקור.

Google Translation into Hindi: पूरे इतिहास में कई सभ्यताएं इस स्थान पर रही हैं, जिनमें से सभी में समान है कि यह समुद्र और जमीन से आने वाले खतरों से खुद को बचाने के लिए एक गढ़वाली जगह थी। कुछ दशक पहले तक यह बसा हुआ था, आज यह सीखने और घूमने का स्थान है।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Banyak peradaban telah hidup di ruang ini sepanjang sejarah, yang semuanya memiliki kesamaan bahwa itu adalah tempat berbenteng untuk melindungi diri dari bahaya yang datang melalui laut dan darat. Sampai beberapa dekade yang lalu masih dihuni, hari ini menjadi tempat belajar dan berkunjung.

Google Translation into Japanese: 歴史を通じて多くの文明がこの空間に住んできましたが、海や陸からやって来る危険から身を守るための要塞であったという共通点があります。数十年前まで人が住んでいましたが、今日では学びと訪問の場となっています。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Тарых бою бул мейкиндикте көптөгөн цивилизациялар жашаган, алардын бардыгынын жалпылыгы бул мейкиндик деңиз жана кургактык аркылуу келген коркунучтардан коргонуу үчүн бекемделген жер болгон. Бир нече ондогон жылдар мурун ал дагы эле эл жашаган, бүгүн ал окуу жана зыярат кылуу үчүн жер болуп саналат.

Google Translation into Malay: Banyak tamadun telah tinggal di ruang ini sepanjang sejarah, semuanya mempunyai persamaan bahawa ia adalah tempat yang berkubu untuk melindungi diri mereka daripada bahaya yang datang melalui laut dan darat. Sehingga beberapa dekad yang lalu ia masih didiami, hari ini ia menjadi tempat belajar dan melawat.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Түүхийн туршид олон соёл иргэншил энэ орон зайд оршин тогтнож ирсэн бөгөөд бүгд ижил төстэй зүйл нь далайн болон хуурай замаар ирэх аюулаас өөрсдийгөө хамгаалах бэхлэгдсэн газар байсан юм. Хэдэн арван жилийн өмнө энэ газар оршин суудаг хэвээр байсан бол өнөөдөр энэ нь суралцах, зочлох газар болжээ.

Google Translation into Nepali: धेरै सभ्यताहरू यस ठाउँमा इतिहास भरि बसेका छन्, ती सबैमा साझा छ कि यो समुद्री र जमिनबाट आउने खतराहरूबाट आफूलाई बचाउनको लागि एक सुदृढ ठाउँ थियो। केही दशकअघिसम्म यो बसोबास थियो, आज यो सिक्ने र भ्रमण गर्ने ठाउँ हो।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਬਹੁਤ ਸਾਰੀਆਂ ਸਭਿਅਤਾਵਾਂ ਪੂਰੇ ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਇਸ ਸਪੇਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਰਹਿੰਦੀਆਂ ਹਨ, ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਸਭ ਸਮਾਨ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਇਹ ਸਮੁੰਦਰ ਅਤੇ ਜ਼ਮੀਨ ਦੁਆਰਾ ਆਉਣ ਵਾਲੇ ਖ਼ਤਰਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨੂੰ ਬਚਾਉਣ ਲਈ ਇੱਕ ਕਿਲਾਬੰਦ ਜਗ੍ਹਾ ਸੀ। ਕੁਝ ਦਹਾਕੇ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਤੱਕ ਇਹ ਅਜੇ ਵੀ ਆਬਾਦ ਸੀ, ਅੱਜ ਇਹ ਸਿੱਖਣ ਅਤੇ ਦੇਖਣ ਦਾ ਸਥਾਨ ਹੈ।

Google Translation into Pashtun:ç ډیری تمدنونه د تاریخ په اوږدو کې په دې ځای کې ژوند کوي، چې ټول یې په ګډه دا دي چې دا د سمندر او ځمکې له لارې د خطرونو څخه د ځان ساتلو لپاره یو قلعه ځای و. تر څو لسیزو دمخه دا اوس هم اوسیده، نن ورځ دا د زده کړې او لیدنې ځای دی.

Google Translation into Persian: تمدن های زیادی در طول تاریخ در این فضا زندگی کرده اند که وجه مشترک همه آنها این است که این مکان مکانی مستحکم برای محافظت از خود در برابر خطراتی بود که از طریق دریا و خشکی وارد می شد. تا چند دهه پیش هنوز مسکونی بود، اما امروزه محل یادگیری و بازدید است.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Seueur peradaban anu cicing di rohangan ieu sapanjang sajarah, sadayana gaduh umum yén éta mangrupikeun tempat anu dikuatkeun pikeun ngajagaan diri tina bahaya anu sumping ku laut sareng darat. Nepi ka sababaraha dasawarsa ka tukang masih dicicingan, kiwari jadi tempat diajar jeung nganjang.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Maraming mga sibilisasyon ang nanirahan sa espasyong ito sa buong kasaysayan, na lahat ay may pagkakatulad na ito ay isang pinatibay na lugar upang protektahan ang kanilang sarili mula sa mga panganib na dumating sa pamamagitan ng dagat at lupa. Hanggang sa ilang dekada na ang nakalipas ay pinaninirahan pa rin ito, ngayon ay isang lugar ng pag-aaral at pagbisita.

Google Translation into Thai: อารยธรรมหลายแห่งอาศัยอยู่ในพื้นที่นี้ตลอดประวัติศาสตร์ ซึ่งทั้งหมดมีเหมือนกันคือเป็นสถานที่ที่มีป้อมปราการเพื่อป้องกันตนเองจากอันตรายที่เข้ามาทางทะเลและทางบก จนกระทั่งไม่กี่ทศวรรษที่ผ่านมาก็ยังคงมีผู้คนอาศัยอยู่ ปัจจุบันเป็นสถานที่แห่งการเรียนรู้และการเยี่ยมชม

Google Translation into Urdu: بہت سی تہذیبیں اس جگہ پر پوری تاریخ میں رہ چکی ہیں، جن میں سب کا مشترک ہے کہ یہ سمندر اور خشکی سے آنے والے خطرات سے اپنے آپ کو بچانے کے لیے ایک مضبوط جگہ تھی۔ چند دہائیاں پہلے تک یہ آباد تھا، آج یہ سیکھنے اور دیکھنے کی جگہ ہے۔

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bongboyblog · 2 years

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Want to learn east medinipur local language

Nômoskar!

I don't really know the East Medinipur dialects as both my parents hail from West Medinipur, the language is slightly different in both the places although pretty similar. I did a quick search on the web and found these differences:

SCB vs East Medinipuria vs West Medinipuria:

Standard Colloquial Bangla: æk loker duiţi chele chilo.

East Medinipur: gote loker duiţa toka thilo.

West Medinipur: æk loker duţa chæna chilo.

Standard Colloquial Bangla: tomra kothay jaccho?

East Medinipur: tumra kai jaoţho?

West Medinipur: tomanne/tomra kai jaoţho?

Standard Colloquial Bangla: cheleţa bhalo poŗche.

East Medinipur: pilaţa bhala poŗeţhe.

West Medinipur: chænaţa bhalo poŗeţhe.

So yeah, I think the best option for you to learn East Medinipur's local language would be to make friends from that district and then ask them to teach you the dialect.

Goodluck!

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ideas-of-immortality · 1 month

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"One of the most common reasons to visit a shrine is to attend a yearly festival—a simple reminder that the continuity of the community is in some way related to rever- ence for the local deities. In other words, the shrine is very much an integral part of individual, family, and community life even where strong assertions of belief are lacking."

—Shinto Shrines: A Guide to the Sacred Sites of Japan's Ancient Religion, by Joseph Cali & John Dougill

Once again pictures are mine, don't use without permission. Pictures are from the Setsubun 2024 at Yasaka, Toka Ebisu 2024, Gion Matsuri 2023, Sumemr Purification 2023 at Kitano Tenmangu.

#Shinto #神道

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sportsgr8 · 3 months

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Sports Ministry Clears 3 Judokas, Shooter Elavenil Valarivan s Proposals To Participate In Events

Target Olympic Podium Scheme: Ministry of Youth Affairs and Sports (MYAS) Mission Olympic Cell (MOC) on Friday approved Judokas Himanshi Tokas, Shraddha Chopade and Asmita Dey’s proposals to participate in multiple competitions. Junior Asian Championship gold medallist Himanshi and Junior Oceania Championship gold medallist Shraddha will be heading to France Grand Slam in Paris; Azerbaijan Grand Slam in Baku; Uzbekistan Grand Slam in Tashkent and Austria Grand Prix in Linz. On the other hand, Junior Asian Cup champion Asmita will join the duo in Paris for the France Grand Slam. "MYAS, under its Target Olympic Podium Scheme (TOPS) funding will cover their Airfare, Boarding/Lodging, insurance and local transportation costs for all these competitions and training periods," the Ministry's release read. MOC also approved rifle shooter Elavenil Valarivan’s request to participate in the upcoming ISSF World Cup in Spain under Ranking Point Only (RPO) category. "Her (Elavenil) Airfare, entry fee, training fee, local transportation cost, visa and insurance charges among other expenditures will be covered under TOPS funding," it added. Read the full article

#AsmitaDey #AzerbaijanGrandSlam #ElavenilValarivan #FranceGrandSlam #JudokasHimanshiTokas #JuniorAsianChampionship #JuniorOceaniaChampionship #MissionOlympicCell #NewDelhi #ShraddhaChopade #SportsMinistry #UzbekistanGrand #YouthAffairs

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xtruss · 5 months

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The Pūteketeke, New Zealand’s Bird of the Century Winner, is known for carrying its young on its back and sharing chick-rearing responsibilities. Photograph: Peter Foulds/AP

‘Puking’ Pūteketeke Crowned New Zealand Bird of the Century After John Oliver Campaign

Annual competition inundated with a record number of votes after comedian took the Australasian crested grebe under his wing

— Eva Corlett in Wellington | Tuesday 14 November 2023

New Zealand has crowned a bird that grunts, pukes and has a highly unusual repertoire of mating rituals as its bird of the century.

The threatened Australasian crested grebe, or pūteketeke, was thrown into the global spotlight by a powerful backer, British-American comedian and talkshow host John Oliver.

The announcement for the annual two-week contest’s winner was delayed by two days after the competition was inundated with votes, following Oliver’s announcement during an episode of Last Week Tonight in the US, that he was appointing himself the official campaign manager for the pūteketeke.

His campaign included buying up billboards in New Zealand, Japan, France, the UK, India and the US state of Wisconsin. A plane with a pūteketeke campaign banner also flew over the beaches of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil.

Oliver then appeared on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon dressed in a pūteketeke costume to promote the bird.

The pūteketeke is known for carrying its young on its back, sharing chick-rearing responsibilities, and eating its own feathers to induce vomiting as a method to expel parasites. It has a chorus of grunts, growls and barks and engages in an elaborate set of mating dances, including the “weed dance” where the birds offer each other water weed and the “ghostly penguin” where they rise chest to chest.

The competition, run by environmental organisation Forest & Bird, normally attracts just under 60,000 votes but this year those figures leapt to 350,000 across 195 countries, with 290,374 of those going to the pūteketeke. Thousands of fraudulent votes had to be weeded out, including 40,000 votes cast by a single person for the tawaki piki toka eastern rockhopper penguin.

New Zealand’s national bird, the North Island brown kiwi, came second on 12,904 votes, while the world’s only alpine parrot, the clever kea, came third with 12,060 votes.

“Pūteketeke began as an outside contender for Bird of the Century but was catapulted to the top spot thanks to its unique looks, adorable parenting style, and propensity for puking,” said Forest & Bird chief executive Nicola Toki.

“We’re not surprised these charming characteristics caught the eye of an influential bird enthusiast with a massive following.”

The pūteketeke nests on lakes in the southern part of the South Island and is considered nationally vulnerable. A conservation project started in the 2013 has helped increase the population from a low of 200 in the 1980s to just under 1,000 today.

Oliver’s self-described “alarmingly aggressive” campaign for the bird thwarted efforts from local groups, including primary schools and universities, attempting to push their preferred feathery friends to the top of the leaderboard.

“They are weird puking birds with colourful mullets. What’s not to love here?” said Oliver of the bird.

A billboard at a bus stop promotes comedian John Oliver’s campaign for the pūteketeke to be named New Zealand’s bird of the century. Photograph: Lillie Beliveau/AP

The competition was launched in 2005 to raise awareness about the plight of New Zealand’s native birds, many of which are threatened, on the brink of extinction or already extinct due to the introduction of pests, human activity and declining habitats.

This year, the organisers included five extinct species on the list and temporarily altered the competition to bird of the century, to mark the organisation’s centenary.

“More than 80% of our native birds are on the threatened species list”, Toki said.

“Pending cuts to the Department of Conservation, the agency tasked with protecting these taonga [treasures] under threat, are a huge worry,” she said. “The world is watching us and how we look after our birds.”

Over the years, the contest has become a lightening-rod for controversy, from crowning a bat the winner in 2021, to accusations of Russian interference in 2019, and claims Australians attempted to rig the contest in favour of the shag in 2018.

Sarah B. @bartsnz! X (Twitter): Anyone complaining about the pūteketeke (Australasian Crested Grebe) being crowned @Forest_and_Bird NZ Bird of the Century the year must not be aware how it is serving looks from the day it is hatched! 🐣👑

#New Zealand 🇳🇿#Wellington #Eva Corlett #Guardian USA 🇺🇸#Birds 🦅 🦢#John Oliver #World News 🗞️#Animals | Asia Pacific | Environment | Article | News

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Popular blogger, Linda Ikeji, has made her debut in the film industry by announcing the release of a film project titled “Dark October”. The movie, directed by Toka McBaror, is based on the tragic Aluu Four lynching of 2012. The film, which is distributed by FilmOne, aims to shed light on the evil of extrajudicial killings and the importance of justice for all. On October 5, 2012, four young men, Ugonna Obuzor, Lloyd Toku, Chiadika Biringa, and Tekena Elkanah, were falsely accused of theft in the community of Aluu, in Obio/Akpor local government area, Rivers State, Nigeria. #lindaikeji #darkoctober #aluufour #mycelebrityandi https://www.instagram.com/p/CncIuhYrZdK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lindaikeji #darkoctober #aluufour #mycelebrityandi

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pirraca · 1 year

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2a tbt de hoje Feira Liz Paim - Alegria Local - Toka do Turista Data - 06 e 07/02/2021 https://bit.ly/2OmX7fC Reposted from @djpirraca Positive Vibration!! #djpirraca #dj #sonorizacao #iluminacao #www.djpirraca.com.br #musicforever #music #deusnocomando #feiralizpaim @feiralizpaim @atokabahia (em DJ Pirraça) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnDT0Y2JXth/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#djpirraca #dj #sonorizacao #iluminacao #www #musicforever #music #deusnocomando #feiralizpaim

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hacklong · 2 years

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Hiri queen

The colonial administration then banned trading trips as such. The last of such trading trips was in the late 1950’s where a Lagatoi sank just off the coast of Boera village. Lives are often lost also during these trips. The return trips are usually arduous and dangerous as the wet winds brings with it storms. As a result of this long period of time away from home, it causes uncertainty back home – resulting in wives and partners of crew members re-marrying. The actual trade would take only a few days however the return trip usually took place after 2 to 3 months.ĭuring this long wait repairs are done on the canoes and relationships are strengthened among the traders. Return trips brought a bountiful of sago to last throughout this drought. This trip and subsequent trips were necessary because during these times there was usually drought along the Motuan coastline. With this inspiration, he and his henchman built a lagatoi (double hulled canoe) and made the first trip to the Gulf coastline. Siabo was said to be inspired by a sea spirit after a fishing trip. These winds are called the “Laurabada winds”.Īccording to oral history, the first sailing trip was led by an Edai Siabo of Boera village. After the trade, they returned when the winds changed eastwards. The Motuan (men) sailed westwards during the south-easterly winds known locally as the “Lahara winds”. This is a form of barter trade where the Motuans traded clay pots for sago with villagers along the Gulf coastline. The Hiri Trade expedition was between the Motuan and the Erema (Gulf) people in the Gulf of Papua. See their pictures below courtesy of Loop PNG. In third place and taking the Miss Hetura for 2016 was Maha Asi from Tubuserea village. In 2016, Olive Tau was crowned as 2016 Miss Hiri Hanenamo Queen followed by her Runner- up Boni Bitu from Porebada village. I enjoy this contest and the festival itself and am very proud of the Motuans for continuing to reinforce their heritage to their young women. Above is my own interpretation of the queen. The contest is run to coincide with the PNG Independence celebrations. Sunday is devoted to cultural performances and the crowning of the 2021 Hiri Hanenamo.įellow corporate sponsors of the Festival include Exxon Mobil PNG, Digicel, Trukai, PNG Air, Amazing Port Moresby, House of Gemini, Moni Plus, Black Swan International, and Pacific Industries.The crowning of the Hiri Hanenamo Queen is an annual event in Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea. This is a two-part program, with races in the first half of the program and the arrival of the lagatoi in the second half of the program. Saturday is dedicated to the Trukai Vanagi Races at Era Kone. It is a three-day festival that commences on Friday, with a Sponsors Night to officially open the Festival. This was part of their Speech Craft program, teaching the young ladies about public speaking.įigHanenamos: LR Manumanu – Nana Pake, Gaire - Asi Kamuta, Tatana - Kaiya Jones, Elevala - Guba Hitolo, Mahuru - Maggie Geita, Pari - Raila English, Boera - Madaha Kevau, Tatana - Pauline Okitai, Gabagaba - Noeleen Nouairi, Hanuabada - Andrea Taraka They had the opportunity to introduce themselves and speak a little about where they are from and their motivations to participate in the Hiri Hanenamo Quest. Serah Vani, the reigning Hiri Queen, and the 10 contesting Hanenamos were present, along with members of the Motu Koita Assembly and the Hiri Moale Festival Committee. The sponsorship goes towards cultural performers, the construction of the Coral Sea Hotels Cultural Performance Arena, and designated catering.įigHiri Hanenamo Contestants, Reigning Hiri Queen Sera Vani, Steamships MD Rupert Bray, and MKA Chairman Dadi Toka Jnr Managing Director, Mr Rupert Bray, announced the sponsorship at a cheque presentation to Motu Koita Assembly Chairman, Dadi Toka Jnr, at Ela Beach Hotel on Wednesday, January 26, 2021. Steamships reaffirmed its support for the Hiri Moale Festival, returning as lead Gold Sponsor with sponsorship valued at K100,000. Media » News In Brief » Hiri Moale Festival 2021 News In Brief 10 February 2022 Hiri Moale Festival 2021

#Hiri queen

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luckycomputertyrant · 2 years

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jit clicks near me | alpha clicks take best picture always

#jit #jeet #shubhajit #subhajit #shubhajit sahu #subhajir sahu #alpha click #alpha clicks #jikt #local toka #local toka jit #best digital marketer in bhubaneswar #bbsr best digital marketer #cinamatographer #jit clicks #jit click #eztruck

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shubhajit001 · 3 years

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#youtube #bloggers #business #digital marketing #local toka #local toka jit #jit #odisha riders club #shubhajit sahu #orc #subhajit #shubhajit #yoc #yoc events

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kamoniwa · 3 years

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⟼ a little madness

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

⇢ pairing: yokai!kuroo/demon!akaashi/human!reader/werewolf!semi

⇢ au: college!au

⇢ summary: you, your friends, and some friends of your friends all get tricked by one tendou satori into visiting an abandoned amusement park for halloween. it turns out it isn’t ghosts you need to worry about, though.

⇥ kinktober masterlist

⇢ warnings: gangbang, noncon to consensual, lots of reluctance, mind break if you squint?, technical temperature play, unprotected sex, creampie, the boys are real gentle in breaking you down

⇢ word count: 11,695

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⇢ a/n: don’t really think noncon is my forte but practice makes perfect. is the pairing self-indulgent? fat yes. does this fic make total sense? not really sure. did i have fun writing it? hell yeah. also big thank you to @ishuzoku for helping me come up with the flyer bc my og id was garbage lmao.

Furrowing your brows, you looked at Tendo with a mix of exasperation and unadulterated dismay.

“An abandoned amusement park. On Halloween?” Kaori asked before you could, eyebrows disappearing into her bangs. “You cannot be serious, Tendo.”

If he was put off by your reactions, he didn’t show it. If anything, he was probably relishing in it, and said, “Yes, yes I am. It’ll be fun. Come on, do you really just wanna get drunk at a boring house party on Halloween?”

You snorted at that, stirring your coffee as you said, “As opposed to getting murdered at an amusement park? That’s like, straight out of a horror movie, Tendo.”

“You guys are so boring,” he whined, slumping forward across the table. Shirabu grumbled under his breath, glaring at Tendo as he nudged his drink closer to Shirabu’s textbook. “Look, it’ll be so cool! Exploring all the abandoned funhouses and imagine how freaky the haunted houses will be! Just think about it, okay?”

The looks everyone exchanged said they had and had already made up their minds, but you nodded anyway, if for no other reason than to appease him.

A moment later, your alarm went off and you bid them goodbye, walking towards the door with Shirabu for your next lecture. You were sure as shit not going to an abandoned anything this weekend.

Except somehow, against all odds, you were piled up in the back of Konoha’s car, crammed beside someone who had been introduced to you as Akaashi Keiji. He was a friend of Bokuto’s and Konoha’s and, upon hearing about your adventure, asked if he could tag along. If you had to peg him, he was more the librarian type than a ghost hunter type-- soft spoken and well mannered with pretty blue eyes that closed slightly when he smiled.

In the front seat were Konoha-- driving-- and Yachi, currently fighting with the radio and Konoha’s phone.

In the car behind you was someone named Kuroo-- also a friend of Bokuto and Akaashi-- Kaori, Goshiki, and Semi-- a friend of Shirabu, Goshiki, and Tendo. Kuroo was almost ecstatic to be going, but Semi had seemed like he would rather be doing anything else as he climbed into the passenger seat of Kuroo’s car.

The car in front contained Tendo, Bokuto, Yukie, and-- god bless him-- Shirabu. You were sure he was losing his mind as Tendo guided him towards the location of the amusement park. The details on how exactly this had come about were lost on you, but you vaguely recalled a drunken bet made two nights ago and a video that Tendo refused to share properly, but assured you was proof that the group had agreed to the terms of said bet and then lost. Spectacularly. Supposedly.

“So, how did you meet everyone?” Akaashi asked, turning to look at you. The scenery outside was turning quickly from civilization to wilderness, the trees growing thicker the further you drove until you couldn’t tell one trunk from the next.

Humming, you rested your chin in your hand, bracing your elbow on the door. This was the worst part of meeting someone new during a trip-- tedious small talk. But you had to start somewhere, so you said, “I met Kaori in one of our classes and ‘Toka-- er, Yachi--” The girl turned around at the sound of her name and waved. “-- is my roommate. They kind of introduced me to everyone else.”

Truth be told, you weren’t sure how they had become your core group of friends. From loud and boisterous Bokuto to sullen and taciturn Shirabu, you adored all of them, but you had had your own group of friends before meeting them. Most of those old friends had faded from sight as you found yourself absorbed in your new ones and, while a part of you felt bad, it was just a part of life.

“What about you?” you asked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “How do you know them?”

Konoha snickered from the front seat and Akaashi cut him a glare before turning back to you. “I’ve been friends with Konoha, Bo, and Tetsuro since highschool. Kaori and Yukie were our managers,” he said.

Konoha made a turn onto a road who’s name sign had long since fallen off the rusty pole, and you wondered just how far out you had traveled. It didn’t feel like it had been long since you left, but you recognized nothing around you and there was no sign of life.

“So, everyone but ‘Toka and I were friends in highschool, huh?” You chuckled. “What are the odds?”

Akaashi laughed with you, fiddling with his fingers as he turned back to look out his window.

The car was now filled with the sound of music, overtaking the silence that fell between the four of you. Konoha was focused on driving and you knew Yachi was more than a little nervous-- you had almost expected her to back out and accept whatever payback Tendo had planned for it afterwards.

“Do any of you guys know anything about this place?” you asked, leaning forward and resting your chin on Yachi’s seat. Through the windshield, you could see Tendo’s shaved head and Bokuto’s spiky locks in the backseat, and worried for poor Shirabu’s sanity. “How did Tendo even know this place existed?”

“It’s an old legend,” Akaashi spoke up softly.

Both you and Yachi turned to look at him, the latter’s breath hitching because everyone knew when those words were said, the story was going to be unpleasant.

Konoha cursed as he hit a pothole, muttering Tendo’s name under his breath as he righted the car between the faded lane lines, and Akaashi smiled at that before looking back to you.

“I doubt most people have heard of it,” he began, popping his knuckles one at a time. “It’s more of a local thing, really.”

“Well then how do you know about it?” you asked curiously, quirking a brow. You knew Bokuto grew up in Tokyo, which meant Akaashi had as well, and you were well outside of the city limits.

Akaashi smiled, tipping his head to the side and for the first time there was something other than soft indifference in it. “I enjoy these types of places and legends. It’s a hobby, you might say. This particular amusement park was meant to be scary in nature and didn’t stay open for long due to unexplained deaths and disappearances.”

Yachi squeaked, and you cast her a glance before resting your hand on her shoulder. This was probably not the best story for someone as easily scared as she was, but it was too late now, and you knew there was curiosity beneath the fear.

“That sounds way too vague,” you said, lips curling up at the corners. “That’s what everyone says about places like this. It’s not scary.”

Your skepticism was met with laughter and he said, “True. The police at the time pinned the problems on faulty attractions or poor background checks, saying there must have been a serial killer hired without anyone realizing. Sounds to me like they just couldn’t figure out what was causing it.”

You rolled your eyes, nodding along. If the park was as old as Tendo said, it could really have been faulty attractions, but you weren’t buying the serial killer story. It sounded too far-fetched compared to being crushed by an unstable support beam.

Akaashi continued, voice dropping in what might have been a scary attempt at atmosphere if the sun wasn’t framing his pretty features in a golden glow behind him. “The locals all said that the place was haunted, too many deaths had built up negative energy, trapping the spirits of those killed there. Unable to escape, they grew angry and the deaths continued until authorities labeled the park unsafe and banned any more visitors. And then--”

“What the hell?” Konoha cut him off, hitting the brakes a little harder than necessary.

Akaashi’s seat belt locked and he grunted, rubbing at the new red mark on his neck as he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Dunno,” Konoha replied, putting the car in park. “Sorry about that. Shirabu is getting out of the car.”

The car behind you pulled up as you were getting out, eyes wide as you watched Tendo lay a map out on the trunk of Shirabu’s car.

“We’re lost,” you said, sighing in exasperation.

A tall figure blocked out the sun in front of you and you squinted up into the face of Kuroo. He was giving you a catlike grin, ruffling his messy rooster hair as he said, “Sure seems that way, princess. This place is in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be surprised if we even find it.” He guided you over to the car where the others were gathered, snickering at the look of surprise on your face. “What?”

“You know about this place too?” you asked, glancing at Akaashi on the other side of the car. He cast you a small, closed eyed smile. “Akaashi was telling us about it in the car.”

Kuroo chuckled, raising a brow at his friend. “Yeah, being friends with Akaashi has its share of hazards.”

“Look, I’m pretty sure we’re here,” Tendo said, interrupting your conversation. He was pointing to a small line that looked just like any other on the map, aside from the major roadways and cities. If he was right, you were a decent ways out of the city and your watch read 1:01pm. “If we just follow this road and then this one, it’ll lead us straight past the village and to the park.”

Shirabu looked skeptical, spinning the map around to look at it as well. He wasn’t exactly wrong but how could he really tell? All the smaller roads looked the same and they couldn’t even confirm the name of the road because there was no sign. It had also been ages since they last saw a house or even another car, so asking anyone was out of the question too.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. No one besides Tendo really wanted to be there-- he ignored the fact that Kuroo was just as excited as his weirdo friend to be going and that Akaashi had jumped at the opportunity as well-- and it would be so much easier to just turn around and go to Hinata’s party. “We should just go home before we get lost.”

Tendo frowned at that, sharing a look with Kuroo before saying, “We aren’t lost*. It’s not much further now. Just trust me.”

The others were all inclined to agree with Shirabu, you included, but arguing with Tendo was like arguing with a brick wall-- pointless. He had already tricked you into agreeing to this endeavor and at this point backing out would be both a waste of time and gas. Shirabu was too smart to get lost anyway but, if you were lucky, Tendo was wrong and you wouldn’t be able to find the place at all.

“Do you really think we’ll be able to find it?” Yachi asked once you were safely back in the car.

Akaashi hummed beside you, but you said, “God I hope not. I was looking forward to Hinata’s party and if we get back quick enough we might still make it.”

Konoha looked at you in the rearview, eyes crinkled as he snickered. “What, are you scared, _____? Afraid the ghosts are gonna get ya?”

Scoffing, you dug through your bag for your phone. A check an hour ago had revealed one bar, but now the words ‘No Service’ blazed across the service banner. “No, I’m not scared. There are just a thousand better things to be doing that than breaking my neck on rusty amusement park rides.”

“Sounds like cowardice to me,” he answered, laughing at you through the mirror.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you turned back to the window, sighing as the scenery passed by in a blur. Konoha and Akaashi talked a lot about volleyball, Yachi pitching in occasionally. You knew she had managed her highschool volleyball team and knew everyone else in the group to some degree, but most everything sports related went over your head.

Still, Akaashi made some effort to get to know you, asking about highschool and what classes you were taking. You told him about your major and asked what his was, finding out he was a literature major and constantly busy, explaining why you had never met him before. He, Kuroo, and Semi were the busiest out of all their friends, often skipping out on get togethers in order to study, work, or-- in Semi’s case-- practice with his band.

A little while later, while Yachi and Konoha were having a heated discussion about their favorite subjects, you caught the first glimpse of something besides trees. Turning to look out the windshield, you saw brake lights already lighting up and the car began to slow.

“Well, we found the village, at least,” Tendo said, reading the faded sign displaying the name of the town. “I didn’t expect it to be abandoned too, though.”

Everyone was gathered in the middle of the road, looking down the mainstreet of the village. Windows were busted out and boarded up, paint faded on rotten clapboards, and roofs missing tiles or riddled with holes. The street was littered with potholes and the whole town had an eerie sense of unnatural quiet. Everyone shifted on their heels, slowly making their way back towards the cars without a word and piling in.

Even Tendo looked unnerved.

The town disappeared behind you but in the distance you could see the towering track of a roller coaster above the treeline. Even from so far away you could see that the paint was faded off of it, the sun filtering through clouds and casting the whole area in shades of grey. To you, it seemed like the forest was darker, the trees packed more closely together, and your heart began to thump in your chest.

“You okay?” Akaashi’s gentle voice asked in your ear. His hand landed on your shoulder, colder than expected, and you shivered underneath his touch. “You look like you’ve already seen a ghost.”

You nodded, looking over to find him giving you a look of amused concern, one corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. “Just nervous. That town was creepy as hell and it freaked me out a little.”

“Me too!” Yachi squeaked from the front seat, turning around to give you a pleading look. “Don’t you dare leave me, _____.”

Laughter filled the car then and you patted Yachi on the shoulder. “Wouldn’t dream of it, ‘Toka.”

The towering sign for the park appeared up ahead and the car fell silent all over again as brake lights lit up again. Broken glass and gravel littered the parking lot, which was smaller than expected for how big the park looked.

Everyone seemed to hesitate on getting out of the cars. Tendo was the first, followed by Kuroo, and then Akaashi. Like it was a signal, the rest of you followed, Yachi clinging onto your hand and Kuroo and Akaashi seeming to stand behind you protectively, close enough that you could feel warmth radiating off them.

“Do we really have to go in there?” Goshiki asked, eyeing the ticket booth with disdain. The paint on it, like everything else, was faded, the wood rotten and the window and door busted out. The latter creaked on its hinges, filling the still air with an unsettling noise that mixed with the faint sounds of creaking metal and leaves fluttering in the wind.

Everyone shuffled back towards the cars a little at his question, but Tendo took a step forward, resting his hand on the turnstile. “Since we’re actually here, may as well take a look around.”

Without another moment of hesitation, he hopped over it, peering around with an unusually quiet interest. It was the first time since you had met Tendo that he had nothing to say, his already pale face seemingly devoid of color, making his vibrant, sleepy eyes pop out even more.

Groaning, you, Shirabu, and Goshiki stepped forward, dragging Yachi with you as you climbed over the turnstile as well. You couldn’t just let Tendo wander off into the dangerous park alone. The others followed suit, muffled whispers and conversations floating through the air as they spread out in the area.

The forest had started taking back over through the concrete, weeds and grass sprouting up through the cracks and pushing the cobblestones up and out of place. Vines of ivy and moss hung from the powerpoles, vendor booths, and some attractions further back, swaying in the gentle breeze. The buildings were dark inside, but through the gloom you could make out mannequins and shelves devoid of merchandise.

The bell dinged on the first one Tendo pushed open-- a souvenir shop. It was empty except for dust and garbage, as were the next few you entered.

Slowly but surely the group made their way further into the park, Yachi clinging onto you the whole time. Akaashi and Kuroo were right behind the two of you, Shirabu and Semi in front, forming a kind of guard while Tendo and Bokuto led the way. Kaori clung to Goshiki, who looked like he was putting on a brave front despite his pink cheeks and the nervousness in his eyes.

For all his grumbling, Shirabu looked interested as he eyed all the buildings and machinery. It was quiet, devoid even of the sound of birdsong or humming bugs, and it unsettled you.

“Oh look, it’s the pirate ship ride!” Bokuto yelled suddenly, breaking the deathly silence.

Everyone jumped, Shirabu hissing at him to shut up while Yukie shrieked, latching onto him. Bokuto had the decency to look abashed but still steered the group towards the derelict platform, testing his weight on the creaky metal stairs on his way up.

The deck of the ship was littered with leaves and dust, the seats worn down and showing stuffing and springs after however many years left in the element. There were signs of rust on the metal and the whole thing shifted slightly to emit a creak.

“Um, Bo, I don’t think that’s safe,” Kuroo called out, grabbing your arm to stop you from following up behind him.

Tendo and Goshiki were up beside him, examining the boat itself and, before anyone knew it, the former had hopped into it.

“Tendo!” Shirabu called, a trace of panic in his voice. His fingers were wrapped around the railing, paint flakes coming away under his touch hand as he prepared to spring up the stairs, but everyone’s eyes were locked on Tendo’s precarious creep down the middle aisle. “Get out of there before you get hurt, idiot!”

“It’s fine, Shirabu,” he called, now standing at the bow. “It’s kinda cool actually. I can see more of the park from here.”

Bokuto landed with a thump a moment later, a louder creak ringing out than when lanky Tendo had landed, and everyone took a collective breath and held it.

But as before, it held, and he joined Tendo up by the bow.

“Wow, he’s right!” he called, holding his hand above his eyes like a visor and peering out over the park. It was certainly bigger than he imagined for being in the middle of nowhere. “There’s a house over that way!”

“Probably the haunted house,” Tendo said, straining to see what Bokuto was looking at. In the distance were two stilted, twisted steeples painted in different hues. One was flamboyant and bright, the other dark and dreary, even compared to the state of disrepair of the rest of the park. “I see a funhouse too, I think. Looks pretty freaky. Wanna check ‘em out?”

“Hell yeah,” Bokuto shouted, whipping around to look at the rest of you.

Shirabu looked ready to blow a gasket, and Yachi looked ready to faint, but everyone else looked intrigued. Even you couldn’t help but be a little curious about it, having free range to explore the most interesting rides in the park. Wasn’t it everyone’s dream to be able to see what they were like without restraint?

The sun was just beginning to fade behind the treeline, turning the clouds a thin shade of orange, but the lure of seeing something interesting had dissolved any real fear.

The two men met Goshiki on the platform and made their way back down to the rest of the group, eyes shining bright with the promise of adventure.

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad!” Tendo said as if the stunt he just pulled hadn’t taken years off all your lives. Jumping haphazardly onto a decade old, rusted out death trap attraction at an abandoned amusement park hours from the nearest hospital wasn’t going to earn him any genius awards.

On the way towards the supposed attractions, you came across the carousel. Its metal panels were tarnished, the paint worn away from them and the animals, the mirrors grimy with dirt. Vines and ivy climbed up everywhere. The platform shifted when Kuroo stepped onto it, Tendo hot on his heels followed closely by Bokuto.

“Let’s go see, ‘Toka,” you said, tugging her forward by the hand. Kaori took your other one, squeezing, while Akaashi guided you with a gentle hand on your back.

“Look at this,” someone said, and you turned to find Semi holding a faded paper. “It looks like a poster claiming someone was kidnapping people.”

“How the hell is it still here?” Konoha asked, peering at it around Semi’s arm. “It should have disintegrated a long damn time ago.”

“Dunno,” Semi said with a frown. Trying to see the paper, you were crowded against Semi by Yachi and Kaori and flinched when you realized how hot he was. “It was wedged in the frame of the mirror.”

The whole thing was faded but still legible, due presumably to being tucked into the mirror, and appeared to be a flyer issued by the park itself.

Due to the recent disappearances, park security has been tightened. Please stay aware of your surroundings and report and suspicious activity immediately.

“You were right, Akaashi,” you said, glancing up at the man standing behind you. “They really did think someone was kidnapping people.”

“A lot of the people were never found,” Semi said, folding the sheet up neatly and tucking into his pocket. “It’s not surprising they thought that.”

“Ohhhh, maybe the bodies are still here,” Tendo said, wiggling his fingers over Konoha’s shoulders. “Maybe it was actually the workers kidnapping people and they kept the bodies in a secret place.”

“Like where?” Shirabu asked, giving him an exasperated, skeptical look. It was getting late and they were wasting time just hanging around. He wasn’t particularly thrilled at the idea of being in the park after dark, going to possibly the scariest attraction in the place, but if they were going to do it, they needed to just get it done. “The authorities probably tore this place apart looking for them.”

Tendo shrugged, looking thoughtful. “Maybe they hid them in the haunted house. Maybe there’s a hidden room somewhere that only the workers knew how to open.”

“Could you not?” Yukie asked, slapping Tendo on the arm. “We’re going there, in case you forgot, pea brain. Way to freak us out.”

Yachi was clinging onto Kaori now, staring at Tendo with wide, frightened eyes and he almost looked repentant.

“Or, you know, could be anywhere. The haunted house would be a pretty obvious place to hide it, wouldn’t it?” he said, rubbing the back of his head. Beckoning to Yachi, she went reluctantly, letting Tendo tuck her under his arm. “Don’t worry, Yach. I’ll protect you, ‘kay?”

You and Kaori snickered at the shade of red her face turned, and Shirabu sighed.

“Can we just get going before it gets too late?” he asked, turning and leading the way down the path. The shadows were slowly lengthening, orange mixing with shades of pink and purple in the sky.

Semi fell into step beside you, Yukie on your other side. Goshiki and Konoha were having a conversation about the derelict rollercoaster to the right, and you allowed your attention to drift to it. It was eerie, the faded paint and rusted metal tracks looming like a foreboding beacon above you. Staring the way you were, your foot caught a displaced cobblestone and you went sprawling with a yelp.

Before you could smack the ground, a strong, warm hand wrapped around your upper arm and hauled you back up. It hurt, causing a sharp ache in your shoulder, but it still hurt less than the concrete probably would have. Looking up at your savior, you gave him a half smile.

“Thanks, Semi,” you said, rubbing your shoulder.

But he was frowning at you-- not that that was any different than the look he’d worn all day-- but this one was marred by soft concern. “Are you alright? You’re awfully cold.”

“O-Oh. No, I’m fine. Just got distracted by the coaster,” you said, giggling in embarrassment. “It is a bit chilly though, now that you mention it. I didn’t notice.”

There was a moment's hesitation, then the sound of a zipper being drawn down. A weight settled across your shoulders, surrounding you with an unfamiliar cologne, and your cheeks heated up at the realization that he had given you his jacket.

“That’s okay, Semi, really,” you said, shrugging the jacket off. “It isn’t that bad, and it’s my own fault. I left mine in the car.”

“No worries, _____,” he said, and for the first time you could see a small smile on his face in the dim light. “I’m not cold, so you can take it.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you said, pulling it back around your shoulders. It was warm and you smiled when you caught him looking at you. He was wearing a peculiar look, kind but almost possessive, and he licked his lips once before looking forward again.

You shivered, unsure if you were just seeing things. The park had rattled your nerves and Semi was just being nice. You didn’t know him well enough to make a judgement call like that and forced down the uneasiness, taking your place beside him again.

“Smooth move, klutz,” Konoha quipped, nudging your back. Goshiki and Shirabu snickered and you flipped them off over your shoulder, looping your other arm with Yukie.

The steepled spires of the haunted house came into view, beside which stood the funhouse, like Tendo said. Both looked terrifying in the dying light of the sun. Like everything else, the paint was almost gone, shingles missing from the roofs which were adorned with holes.

Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed Semi’s arm, pressing yourself to it. He glanced at you for a moment, a soft smile flitting across his face before looking at Tendo, who was staring between the two buildings.

“I wanna go in the funhouse,” Tendo said, turning back to the rest of the group. Setting his hands on his hips, he looked around at everyone. “Should we go as a group?” Kuroo shifted, pointing his feet towards the haunted house. “I kinda wanna go in there, actually.”

“Well no one should go anywhere alone,” Shirabu said firmly, and everyone nodded in agreement. If someone got hurt, no one would know for ages and then there was the long ride back on top of it.

“So we’ll split up. Everyone pick a house,” Tendo said, clapping his hands.

Yukie’s arm around yours disappeared and she scurried over to Tendo, looking at you apologetically. Yachi took her place instead, looking for all the world like she was going to collapse from fright, and you gave her a concerned look.

“I’m going wherever you go,” she said, and you raised a brow.

Before you could answer, Kuroo’s arm slung around your shoulders, looming over Yachi’s tiny form. “It looks like everyone’s decided. Pretty even split. Let’s meet back here in--” He checked his watch. “Two hours? That should be enough time to see everything.”

You opened your mouth to object, but Tendo nodded while Shirabu set the timer on his watch. “Everyone be careful, please. We really can’t afford any injuries.”

Yachi looked up at the dark house looming before you while the other group made their way towards the funhouse.

You could hear Tendo’s voice echo back, saying, “That’s the reason we have you here, Shirabu. You’re a doctor and all.”

Shirabu said something in return, but it was lost in the distance as you were herded towards the haunted house. The doors hung open, swinging in the breeze and creaking. It seemed like the house sucked all the warmth from the air the closer you got to it, and you squeezed Semi’s arm in yours.

“Scared, princess?” Kuroo whispered in your ear, raising the hairs on the back of your neck when his warm breath met your cold skin. “You shouldn’t be. We’re here with you.”

The steps leading into it sagged beneath your weight, the wood softer than it should’ve been and it came as no surprise when one broke beneath Semi’s weight. He cursed while you and Yachi pulled back, keeping him from falling over and potentially hurting himself. It took Akaashi and Kuroo both to pull him up out of the hole and a quick check revealed his jeans had protected his leg.

“Are you alright?” you whispered, looking up into Semi’s unamused face. He was wearing a hard scowl, his grip on you iron clad now as he guided you up the steps.

“Sure,” he said, eyes softening when he looked down at you. “Just annoyed.”

Inside, the light from your phones seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. The dust was thick and the air musty and humid. Cobwebs hung from everything, casting long shadows into the darkness beyond the halo of your flashlights.

Yachi yelped, tripping over a rotted track board and would have dragged you down if you weren’t holding onto Semi so tightly. His heat was almost a comfort now, driving away the persistent chill that seemed to emanate from the ramshackle walls. You couldn’t tell where the fabricated deterioration ended and true rot began.

“This way then?” Akaashi asked, leading the way into the first door. It was the kitchen area, set up to look like a butcher shop. A thick layer of dust settled over everything, motes flurrying through the painfully white light from your phones in an eerie dance that made it even harder to see.

Old props lay on the worn countertops, splotches of what was likely-- hopefully-- fake blood a dark black on the faded wood and laminate. Someone had a hand on your back while Akaashi examined a chain hanging from the ceiling, something hanging from the end of it. It made a strange noise when he pushed it, a crackly, grinding noise like it was rusty. It wouldn’t be a surprise, with the humidity as high as it is.

“That’s a little unsettling,” Kuroo admitted, and you all jumped when a loud crash rang out somewhere further down.

“Now would be the time to leave if we were in a horror movie,” you hinted through gritted teeth, even as Kuroo stepped back out into the hall. He scanned the darkness, his phone hanging by his side, the light pointed towards the floor. “What do you expect to see anyway, genius?”

He turned back to wink before disappearing into the dark and you groaned, straining your eyes to see anything. His light was lost in the gloom and you released Yachi’s arm, taking a step forward. Semi allowed himself to be dragged along with you while Goshiki held Yachi, petting her hair as she whimpered.

Swearing, you and Semi trudged down the hallway, listening for any noises but heard nothing besides the sounds of an old building settling. Your voice caught in your throat when you opened your mouth to call for Kuroo, your ire failing in the face of the oppressive darkness in the heart of the house. Swiping a cobweb off your face, you shined your phone around, lighting up a destroyed living room area, two hallways, and a staircase.

“You don’t think he went upstairs, do you?” Semi whispered, following your line of sight.

Swallowing, you said, “God I fuckin’ hope not. This is so creepy, can’t we just leave him?”

He chuckled against his will, a quiet, rough noise as he tried to stifle it. “‘Fraid not. I don’t wanna deal with the cops.”

Heaving a sigh, you pointed the light down to the floor and found no sign of footprints in the thick dust. Flashing it behind you, you saw your own and Semi’s clearly visible and frowned. “Hey, look.”

Semi scoured the floor, waving his light all around you. “He definitely came this way.”

Nodding, you pointed the light back in front of you, down the hallway, but it was unable to break more than a few inches of darkness. “Okay, now I’m really freaked out. Where is he?”

New light joined your meager one, shuffling footsteps coming to a stop just behind you.

Akaashi’s hand landed on your shoulder, peering over your head at where you were staring.

“This way,” Semi said after a moment of silence. It was broken only by Yachi’s occasional sniffle and you wondered if you shouldn’t just return to the front door and let Semi and Akaashi handle the rescue. But gentle pressure on your arm and shoulder guided you down, sniffling at the dust before you broke out into a sneeze.

The floor creaked beneath your feet, making the already eerie feeling worse as you crept down the hall. There were faded, torn paintings lining the walls, a few false doors, and windows painted black and boarded up. You couldn’t tell if the paint peeling up the walls was due to age or intent, but it certainly didn’t help settle your unease.

“Careful,” Semi said suddenly, jerking you sideways into him. The cold hand slid off your shoulder and a light revealed a hole in the middle of the floor, where you had been about to step.

“Thanks,” you breathed, swallowing harshly. The dust was starting to sting your eyes and you repressed another sneeze, rubbing your nose.

Skirting around the hole, it opened into another room, what appeared to be a library. Overstuffed armchairs littered the room, the shelves lining the walls stacked with what were likely fake books. There was no sign of Kuroo, but Semi led you further into the room carefully.

He wasn’t careful enough, though.

Once second you were clinging to him, the next you heard a crack and then you were experiencing the most curious sensation. Your stomach swooped as the light disappeared, and you realized belatedly that you were falling. Something warm, almost scalding wrapped around you, and your fall stopped short with a grunt of impact.

You lay there stunned for several long moments, head spinning and heart beating hard enough that you could feel it in your ears. The dark was only furthering your disorientation and you only realized you were laying on something when it moved beneath you.

Sitting up, you felt something slump over your shoulders before coughing filled your ears.

“Semi?” you whispered hoarsely. Above you, you registered screaming and looked up only to be blinded by light.

Semi grunted behind you but didn’t move, breathing heavy against your back. From above, you could hear muted conversation before the shrieking stopped.

“_____, Semi, are you both okay?” Akaashi’s concerned voice reached your ringing ears, and you nodded in response.

It took you a moment to realize he probably couldn’t see you, calling up, “Yeah, I think so. Semi--”

“‘M fine,” he yelled, though he sounded winded.

“Are you sure?” you asked, wrapping a hand around the wrist dangling in front of you. A few feet away lay your phone, face down, the light muted but visible, and you sighed in relief. “You caught me, are you sure*?”

Semi chuckled, a rough noise. “Yeah, I’m sure. Trust me.”

“You guys stay there,” Akaashi commanded, then turned back to Goshiki and Yachi to say something. “I’ll find a way down to you.”

He disappeared and you scrambled forward, snatching your phone up. Moving back to the relative safety of Semi’s presence, you shined it around.

The basement, you decided upon seeing the array of monster props and torture machines, was perhaps the most terrifying part of the house. It was only heightened by your adrenaline rush, the shadows seeming to jump out to your paranoid mind.

As the adrenaline wore off, you took stock of your extremities. Semi really had cushioned you-- nothing hurt-- and you turned to face him.

In the light, he really did look fine, even his breathing had evened out, and he looked back at you with a smirk. “Told you. I’m tougher than you think.”

“I’m beginning to realize that,” you admitted, getting to your feet. You didn’t let Semi get far, linking your arm with his and clinging to him, much to his amusement.

His eyes adjusted to the dark faster than yours and he located his phone near the base of a rusty filing cabinet. The screen was cracked-- which he cursed-- but it still worked, and he turned the flashlight back on.

“This is creepy as fuck,” he muttered, thumping the model of a skeletal doctor to see the dust swirl. There was a medical table in the center of the room with a light looming over it. He assumed there was supposed to be a body laying on said table and, in the dark, it was a scary thought that it was no longer there. “I hope Akaashi hurries up. I don’t like it here.”

You couldn’t stifle the small giggle, though you covered your mouth in a poor attempt. It was the nerves, you were sure, because as he moved away you held tighter, stumbling after him. He tried one door, the handle stiff enough that you recognized it to be fake. There was a set of metal double doors on the other side of the room and those swung open with an eerie grinding noise, scraping across the concrete floor.

The hallways extended to either direction, cells lining the wall in front of you and you shuddered. “Let’s go, Semi, please,” you begged, tugging him down to the left. It was the same direction that you had come from on the floor above and hoped that it would lead you to a staircase or something*.

Semi went along reluctantly, flashing his light in all the cells you passed. Most were empty, besides the occasional bed or other prop. Some contained chains mounted in the wall and his eyes flashed to you.

The hallway opened up into what may have been a waiting room if most of the furniture hadn’t been utterly destroyed. As you scanned the area, there was a noise from up ahead and you jerked to a stop, scurrying back to Semi’s side. Peeking around him while he stared down the hall, you kept a tight grip on his arm, feeling the muscles flex and tense beneath your hand. A shadow moved in the light and you nearly screamed as Kuroo stepped into view, followed closely by Akaashi.

Neither carried a light and your heart leapt in your throat when you caught a momentary flash of light reflecting off of Kuroo’s eyes before it disappeared.

Still hiding behind Semi, the four of you regarded each other in silence for a moment, before Kuroo chuckled.

“Well, this is certainly convenient, though I didn’t expect you to get involved,” he said, leaning sideways against the wall. He looked as relaxed as usual while Akaashi lurked behind him, staring at you peeking around Semi’s arm.

He held out a hand to you but you held back, suddenly unsure of Kuroo’s words. With your heart in your throat, you looked up into Semi’s relaxed, impassive face. He made no moves, just watched the other two linger in front of your only escape route.

Then he shrugged.

“Dumb luck.”

The men burst into laughter and you squeaked, taking a step back from Semi. Before you could get anywhere, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you forward.

“Easy, kitten. We don’t wanna hurt you,” Kuroo said, stepping further into the room. His eyes lit up once again in the light from your flashlight, mischievous brown turning solid gold. His pupils narrowed and elongated, his smile seeming to become more sharp as he stared down at you.

You breathed in sharply, taking a step back into Semi’s chest. Regardless of whether he was in on whatever they had planned, he was the safest option as opposed to whatever the hell Kuroo was.

The grip on your wrist loosened but came to your shoulders instead, keeping you in place with a warning squeeze. You had already guessed he was tough, given he had taken the full brunt of the impact earlier, but you now suspected he wasn’t human either.

Akaashi came forward last, looking as placid and calm as ever, cold fingertips stroking down your cheek.

You shivered.

None of these men were human, if you had to hazard a guess. Staring up at them, you felt your heart drop.

“W-Where are ‘Toka and Goshiki?” you asked, and were proud that your voice barely cracked. Maybe if you reminded them people would be looking for you, they would back off, allowing you to escape.

Kuroo chuckled, flipping the zipper of your-- Semi’s-- jacket up in what would have been a cute manner under different circumstances. “Keiji here sent them looking for the others in the funhouse, but they’ll never find the doorway down here. Tendo was right, there are lots of hidden doors in this place.”

“What are you? What are you going to-- to d-do to me?” you asked quickly, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as he started to tug the zipper down. You were stalling at best, your heart thumping harshly in your chest. If there was any chance of escape, you couldn’t figure it out. You had no idea where this door was and you had the impression you wouldn’t be able to outrun them anyway.

“I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you,” he answered, taking a step closer. You tried to shrink away, huddling down into Semi’s oversized jacket, but it only seemed to entice them. “I am a yokai, I assume you know what that is? Akaashi is your run of the mill demon.”

If that offended Akaashi, he didn’t show it, simply widening his smile and blinking slowly. His once serene blue eyes turned pitch black and when he blinked again, they were normal.

“I’m just a werewolf,” Semi said, breathing against your ear. His hands slid down, catching the zipper of his jacket between his fingers and drawing the zipper down slowly.

“W-Wait, please,” you tried, grabbing and tugging at his wrist to no avail. He was far stronger, and you were like a fly in comparison. “Please, can we just go?”

Kuroo cupped your cheek, a moderate temperature compared to the other two, and his smile seemed to soften a fraction. “No, kitten. Keiji and I have been waiting for this for far too long. The wolf probably just likes how you smell.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but the deep, pointed inhale Semi took against your neck seemed to verify the statement. The jacket fell to the floor with barely a whisper and then your phone was placed face up on a table, beside the men’s, and the combined light filled the room.

It felt like you couldn’t get enough air as warm hands skimmed down your stomach, stretching the soft fabric of your t-shirt out, before settling on your hips. Lips met your neck, tentative at first, trailing up to your jaw, causing you to shiver.

The heat radiating off of Semi and Kuroo was getting to you, Semi’s soft lips flitting over pleasure spots causing your back to arch. You didn’t want to like it, but when Kuroo’s hands slipped up your shirt and over your ribs, your muscles tensed in unwanted arousal. Your nipples were already peaking inside your bra, the hairs on the back of your neck raising at the first graze of teeth on your skin.

“W-Wa-ait--” you breathed and, for a moment, you thought they really would stop because they both paused.

It was over in a moment, a soft kiss pressed to your other cheek as Kuroo pushed your bra up over your tits. His hands were soft as they cupped the tender flesh, giving gentle squeezes that went straight to your core, as much as you protested. “Not gonna happen, kitten. May as well enjoy it. We’ll take good care of you.”

A new sensation joined the heat surrounding you then, Kuroo moving to the side to allow Akaashi to join in. His hands were cold compared to the other two, one on your side and one cupping your unoccupied breast. The difference was enough to make you gasp, back arching on its own into their touch, and they at least had the decency not to snicker.

“You really do smell good, princess,” Semi whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe. “I can smell everything, even how wet you’re getting for us.”

Craning your neck away from him only opened you up to another smattering of kisses and you hated that he was right. They were getting to you, their gentle touches on your body doing everything right, like they had been your lovers for years rather than men you just met today. It made it harder to think than it already was, mind still racing in a futile effort to formulate some way to escape, but even you could recognize your body giving up.

Your shirt came up and over your head, disappearing somewhere outside of your vision. There was a collective intake from the men in front of you, and Semi groaned over your shoulder.

“I knew you would be so pretty, kitten,” Kuroo cooed, palming one tit again. He relished in the way you twitched when he pinched your nipple, then he cupped both, bouncing and watching them jiggle. “Been watching you all day, we couldn’t wait to get our hands on you.”

Akaashi was the first to lean over, wrapping cool lips around one pert bud, and Kuroo stepped back to watch your teeth sink into your lip to stifle any noises.

“Feel good, princess?” Semi asked, and chuckled when you shook your head. “It will soon, then. We won’t hurt you. Just wanna make you feel good.”

The worst part was, you were beginning to enjoy it. It was so tempting to cave, to just let them have their way with you. They were gentle, surprisingly so, and it was knocking down whatever resistance you had left at an alarming rate.

Semi’s hands were almost scalding against your sides, squeezing and kneading as he suckled at your neck, feeling you whine in your throat. “There you go. Just let go.”

The clasp of your bra came loose, and you weren’t even sure who had done it, before it was slid down your arms and dumped, presumably with your shirt.

There were two sets of lips attached to each nipple, your nails digging into your palms to keep from tangling your fingers in someone’s hair but you were losing the will to fight. Your panties were embarrassingly wet, no matter how much your mind insisted you didn’t like it, and you broke your silence when cold fingers drifted down to undo the button of your jeans.

“No please,” you begged, wiggling your hips in your first real display of resistance. Hands clamped down to still them in an iron grip, and a hand clasped your jaw, forcing you to look Kuroo in the eyes.

“What wrong, kitten? You’ve been so good up til now,” he said, stroking your lower lip with his thumb. There were imprints of your teeth in the skin, and he ached to kiss you, but it would have to wait.

“I-I don’t w-want--” you stuttered, tears burning the corners of your eyes as your zipper was pulled down.

Semi interrupted you then, tilting your head just so that he could kiss the corner of your mouth, smirking. “She’s embarrassed because of how wet she is.” Dropping his voice to barely a whisper, he said, “I can smell you, princess. You want this, don’t deny it.”

Shaking your head feebly, you whined when Semi pressed his lips to your cheek, dangerously close to your lips again. It was enough to distract you from your jeans sliding down your legs, until they pooled at your ankles and Akaashi had to tug your shoes off. Your jeans hit the floor shortly afterwards, the air startlingly cool against your now bare skin only to be covered with warmth as the men caged you in again.

It started with two fleeting touches to your inner thighs, which you tried to stop by squeezing them together only for them to pried apart in an instant. Semi took the opportunity to lay another languid kiss to the corner of your mouth, tongue flicking out against your lips.

For a moment, you turned into it only to jerk away, looking in the opposite direction. You knew what they were trying to do and you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg for something you didn’t want. You wondered briefly where the others were and why you could hear nothing from above, until warm hands cupped your tits again.

You bit down on your lip again when Semi circled your nipples with his thumbs, massaging your breasts as he rolled them between his fingers. It was hard to keep quiet when it felt so good, especially when Kuroo and Akaashi were teasing your inner thighs, so close your aching cunt.

Your hips rocked of their own accord, your mind too preoccupied with the warm touches on your tender nipples and stifling your noises, but all three of your attackers smirked.

“Ask, pretty girl,” Akaashi said, speaking for the first time.

His voice combined with his fleeting, cold touch against the soaked lips of your cunt caused a gasp to break free, hips rolling up in a jerky manner against your will. Your ears burned when they laughed and your teeth sank into your lip again. It was driving you insane, they were so close but you refused to beg for it.

“Aw, did we upset you, kitten?” Kuroo cooed, placing a wet kiss against your hip. “We’re sorry. You’re just so cute we can’t help it. Come on, ask us. Ask us to touch this pretty little pussy and we’ll make it up to you.”

Another swipe across your clit timed with a tug on your nipples broke the seal a second time.

“S-Semi--”

“There she goes,” Semi whispered, tilting your head around to look at him. Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at him with wide, resigned eyes. His eyes dropped to your parted lips for a moment and you swallowed, blinking the tears away, but didn’t struggle.

The first kiss was tentative, tongue ghosting between your parted lips to test you for a reaction. You only whined into the kiss, leaning in and he delved into your mouth, tongue lapping at yours as he tasted you.

When he pulled away, you hiccupped, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“Please, just touch me. Fuck me, do whatever. I can’t--” you whispered, thighs aching from how tense you had been for god knew how long. It was too much to hold out, not when you were so wet and aching for it anyway. They knew what they were doing, their gentle teasing and buildup working to break down any fight you had and it had worked flawlessly.

You melted into Semi as Kuroo lifted one leg over his shoulder. Akaashi left a trail of cool kisses down your inner thigh while Kuroo kissed up the opposite one. You didn’t know whether to tremble or whine, so you did both when his nose bumped your clit, and they chuckled again.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, pretty girl?” Akaashi asked, and you might have mistook it for affection in another situation. “Just relax.”

As if you had a choice. Hot breathe puffed across your folds, teasing just a little more until you were practically dripping on his lips. Only then did his tongue swipe across your clit, your hips jerking harshly. His hot tongue was replaced with a cold one, the two of them taking turns lapping at your clit at such a languid pace that it was more torturous than not being touched at all.

“Fuck, please, stop teasing,” you cried, voice cracking as your back arched. You were desperate at this point, willing to beg or do whatever they wanted. You weren’t getting out of it without doing so anyway, so you might as well enjoy it. “Kuroo, Akaashi, please.”

A sharp pinch to your nipples made you squeal just before Semi devoured your mouth. You could feel the aggravation in the kiss, the way his teeth clacked against yours and his tongue pressed against yours. You made muffled noises against him, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair.

At the same time, Kuroo latched onto your clit properly, and your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head as you rocked your hips against his feverish suckling. The noises he was making filled the quiet space, grunts and would-be moans that terminated against your clit as he worked to make you cum.

Your head was starting to spin from lack of oxygen and intense pleasure. Kuroo wasn’t giving you an inch and your slick hole fluttered around nothing, until something swirled around your entrance before slipping in.

You forgot about the kiss, Semi’s lips hovering against yours as you came with a cry around cold fingers. The temperature difference between Akaashi’s fingers and Kuroo’s lips was mind numbing, your eyelids flickering, trying to stay open before giving in. You didn’t bother to be quiet, letting your moans bounce off the walls. Maybe it would draw the others to you, and you could still get out of this.

Instead of withdrawing his fingers, Akaashi slipped another one in beside the first, kitten licking your still sensitive clit and listening to you whine for him to “Stop, please, too much.” He only smirked, continuing to lap until you relaxed, though the stream of noises never stopped.

There was a moment of hesitation as Kuroo stood, cocking his head in Semi’s direction. With your attention on your throbbing clit and Akaashi’s almost icy touch, you missed the way Semi beckoned to him. Their lips met briefly, allowing Semi to get a taste of you on his lips before Semi dragged him into a deeper one, tongues meeting in a heated tangle. Both men were hard, Semi grinding his clothed erection against the cheek of your ass, the chafing fabric unnoticed against your soft skin.

You squirmed against him when Akaashi crooked his fingers just right inside you, grazing over the swollen sweet spot inside you again and again until you were on the verge of another orgasm. It seemed like no matter how long his fingers stayed inside you, they never heated up. You weren’t even sure if the cold of his tongue flicking over your clit was pleasurable or not but it was such constant pressure that you hurtled towards your second orgasm. Kuroo was quick to stifle it, delving into your mouth for you to taste what remained of you on his tongue.

You came with a cry, convulsing around Akaashi’s fingers for a second time so hard you became light headed. He continued to pet that spot inside you until you were squirming to get away, tugging roughly at his hair.

Your legs shook when he let you down, only Semi’s strong grip keeping you upright. The sound of belt buckles clanging brought you down quickly, and trepidation set your heart racing again. There was no stopping it, but you found yourself trying to back up anyway.

“Ah,” Kuroo tutted, taking you from Semi’s arm and kissing the crown of your head like he was comforting you. “Don’t start that. We aren’t going to hurt you, kitten.”

No, they certainly hadn’t yet, and you had no choice but to trust his words. Something hard pressed against your ass, hotter even than the rest of Semi. You instinctively jerked away, pressing into Kuroo only to feel something slip between your thighs.

“Excited, aren’t we?” Kuroo drawled, and you could feel the condescension dripping off of him. Semi pressed to your back again, shielding you from the cold, while Kuroo asked, “How are we gonna take her? Semi, you kinda threw a wrench in things, can’t lie.”

Semi shrugged against your back, letting his cock settle between your thighs. You whined, jerking your hips instinctively away from the heat against your folds, but it only served to make him grind into you.

“I want this sweet cunt,” Semi snarled, cupping your jaw in a tight grip and tilting your head away, baring your throat to him. He licked a stripe from your shoulder to just beneath your ear before kissing the soft skin, and you shivered at the possessiveness in his tone.

“Alright, wolfboy smells a mate,” Kuroo said, rolling his eyes. “Akaashi?”

The last of the trio stepped forward again, skimming his fingers down your cheek before leaning in to steal a kiss. “I’m okay with whatever you want, Kuroo. Just wanna feel her around me.”

There was something dark in his eyes that belied his passive words. He was deferring to Kuroo to get things moving, you were almost sure. Like the rest of him, his cock was cool against your thigh, more like a glass dildo you kept at home than a cock attached to a man.

“That makes things easy then,” Kuroo said, clapping his hands and giving you that mischievous smile. If you didn’t know any better-- you didn’t-- you would say his teeth were a little sharper, the canines more pronounced than before. His eyes certainly hadn’t changed, maintaining that almost glowing golden color this whole time. “Semi, lay on the couch. Keiji, you can take her from behind. I want her mouth.”

He sounded like he was giving out instructions to his employees rather than fucking a very reluctant person, but the other two followed his instructions without question. It was an odd sensation, to be talked about as if you weren’t there, as if you had no say over what was happening to you.

Not that you did.

It wasn’t until you were straddling Semi that you realized something. In addition to being hotter than average, he was larger than average, peeking out from between your folds to drip precum just below his bellybutton. The way your stomach swooped made you nauseous and tears fell down your cheeks all over again.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked, wiping them away as best he could. You wouldn’t be fooled by the concern in his tone; he wouldn’t stop anyway.

You turned your face away only to jump when a finger slipped your cunt, cool to the touch, followed by a second, only to be removed a second later. They moved instead to your slick rear entrance, circling and massaging until it gave way, eased by your previous orgasms. You fell forward, bracing yourself over Semi, who held your rocking hips still. Two fingers filled you, the stretch no more than a sting but it was uncomfortable nonetheless when you didn’t want it.

Akaashi’s other hand came down, long fingers wrapping around your throat just beneath your chin, pulling you back up to your knees. “Good girl,” he whispered in your ear before forcing your head around so he could capture your lips.

They parted naturally when his tongue glided across them, allowing him access without thought. You couldn’t place his taste; it was like he’d just eaten ice before kissing you, and you moaned into it.

Kuroo, who until then had been content to watch, groaned and stood from the dilapidated chair he had been lounging in. One hand wrapped around your wrist, moving your hand to wrap around his aching cock, desperate for some kind of relief. Your palm was soft against him, and he spit on it twice for good measure before allowing you to curl your fingers around him again. They did so automatically, squeezing tight and he hissed through gritted teeth, slit pupils narrowing further as he watched Akaashi’s tongue delve into your mouth like he wanted his cock to.

All the while, Semi was forcing you to slide along his shaft, slow, calculated moves designed to drag your clit back and forth against him. He could feel you trembling above him, your hands curled into fists against his chest, hips moving with his hands. You dripped down his cock, covering him in your slick and he almost growled at the heady scent. Unlike the other two, he could smell how bad you wanted it and it was driving him wild.

“Akaashi, hurry up,” he snapped, digging his nails into your soft hips hard enough to leave marks if he wasn’t careful.

Akaashi hummed in disapproval, pulling from your mouth to stare impassively at the werewolf. “I don’t want to hurt her, Semi.”

Yet, he withdrew his fingers and you whined at the loss.

“Finally,” Semi hissed, helping Akaashi lift you up so he could slick his cock up against your cunt before settling against your rear hole. “You go first.”

Your toes curled tight enough to cramp as Akaashi gave you a warning nudge before splitting you open. Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as you stared up into the cobwebbed ceiling, waiting for him to bottom out. Thighs trembling in Semi’s hold, you fell back against Akaashi’s chest as his hips met your ass.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaving cool kisses along your shoulder and neck. Goosebumps were raising up your arms and back, and he would have felt bad if you weren’t squeezing around his cock so tight while Semi positioned himself at your dripping hole.

You couldn’t decide if you really wanted two cocks, weren’t sure if you could even take two, but Semi was stretching you so wide you were crying out broken babbles none of them could make out as he seated you flush against his hips. You twitched above him, fluttered around him, squeezed rhythmically while you tried weakly to get away.

The sensation of fullness was one you had never experienced before. Even just Semi’s cock was more than you had ever taken, let alone Akaashi’s cock in your inexperienced asshole. You blinked rapidly, unable to decide if you liked it or not before a hand wound in your hair and you were pulled down.

Kuroo’s cock bobbed in your face and your jaw dropped automatically, allowing him to smear precum around your lips. He was more salty than bitter as he slipped into your mouth, stuffing himself as far as he could before you started gagging. Pulling back, he gave you a small reprieve to gasp for air before filling your mouth again. There was no fighting his thrusts, you had to force your throat to relax or choke. A mix of drool and tears spilled down your chin as a thick vein dragged against your tongue, dripping off to the floor. In the back of your foggy mind you were disgusted.

When they felt you relax around Kuroo’s cock, his hips moving in a steady rhythm to fuck your throat, Akaashi and Semi moved.

You spasmed around Kuroo when Semi lifted you up and dropped you back down, your hips meeting with a wet slap, his cock stifling your scream. Akaashi pulled out then, a little more careful as he stuffed himself back in, but the constant push and pull of their hips soon spread fire through your body. Kuroo was heavy on your tongue, Semi and Akaashi bumping and grinding against each other through the thin wall separating your cunt and ass, Semi’s curls stimulating your throbbing, sensitive clit.

You couldn’t fathom how you were careening towards a third orgasm, but Semi’s cock was so thick he couldn’t help but drag along the swollen, gummy sweet spot inside you. Akaashi’s low, pleasured moans in your ear gave you a vague sense of pride. These gorgeous men wanted you, were moaning for you.

It was enough to make you forget this wasn’t right.

Kuroo thought you were moaning, your throat vibrating around his cock as he facefucked you with abandon. The tight sleeve of your throat only grew tighter when Akaashi’s hand slipped between your legs to pet your clit and Kuroo grunted.

“Keep that up, kitten, and you’re gonna make me cum,” he said, holding your nose down in his curls for a few seconds just to feel you spasm around him.

Semi and Akaashi felt the benefits of it, both your holes clenching around them as you gagged. Semi took the opportunity to grind deep inside you, rolling his hips up so that he pushed against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled around him, a squeal stifled around Kuroo’s cock as you came hard, jerking in Semi’s hold. He snarled, bouncing you on his cock with abandon as Akaashi slammed into you, spreading your clenching hole without care as he moaned.

Kuroo grunted, pumping into your mouth a few more times before pressing your nose into his pelvis and cumming, his lips parted in an ‘o’ and his head tipping back. You had no choice but to swallow until he pulled out and spilled the remnant all over your face, smirking as it mixed with your tears and drool to drip off your chin.

Semi’s back arched off the couch, strong hands pulling you down to sit flush with his hips as he spilled inside you. Your eyes grew wide at the intense heat filling your womb, the warmth rushing up through you at the same time Akaashi came in your ass. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his cum offset the heat of Semi’s, and your vision swam for a moment from overstimulation.

Semi caught you as you collapsed forward, cradling you to his chest regardless of the mess, petting your hair.

Akaashi slipped out of you, sharing a small smirk with Kuroo as he sought out your clothes.

“Give me my shirt,” Semi said, catching it from the air when Akaashi threw it. He forced you to sit up, watching you sway with a twisted sense of pride, and wiped the mess from your face. Akaashi and Kuroo took you from there, helping you to dress while you leaned against them, unable to keep from snickering at the state they’d left you in.

“Can you walk, kitten?” Kuroo asked, setting his hands on your shoulders. “Or do you need someone to carry you?”

“I-I can w-walk,” you stuttered, throat raspy. You frowned and grabbed it, swallowing with a wince.

“Good girl,” Kuroo said, dropping a kiss on your lips and smirked when you leaned after him as he pulled away. “We don’t need to worry about you telling anyone, do we?”

Shaking your head, you allowed Semi to wrap an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to bathe in his warmth as Kuroo led the way up the hidden stairs a little ways down the hall they had been blocking earlier. At the top of the stairs, you could hear voices calling your names and perked up, trying to follow the echoes in the darkness.

“This way,” Kuroo said, leading the way though there wasn’t a speck of light in sight. Your own phone was tucked safely in the pocket of Semi’s jacket, which he had taken back. “Keiji, give me your phone. Appearances.”

Right, couldn’t let the humans know.

Everyone crowded around you, throwing questions all at once, until Shirabu lost his temper. He insisted on looking you and Semi over, just to determine for sure nothing was the matter.

He seemed a little concerned by how out of it you were, and asked if you hit your head.

Three sets of eyes landed on you, all carrying a different weight as they waited for you to speak.

“Just tired, Shirabu,” you murmured, hiding your face in Semi’s side. “It took ages for them to find us. Can we go home now?”

The tension eased, though you kept your face hidden, allowing him to guide you blindly down the hallway.

It was even colder outside than earlier, and Kuroo took over the spot on your other side, gently shooing Yachi towards the other. She had insisted on keeping you company, watching you with wide, worried eyes while Akaashi and Kuroo whispered together behind her.

Even now, she watched the way the three men hovered around you with curious concern. They treated you like a precious object-- or a possession that needed to be protected.

You nodded in response to something Kuroo said, trying-- if possible-- to curl even closer into Semi. Akaashi hovered in the background, pretty face as impassive as ever until he caught Yachi looking at him.

His lips curled up in a smile, his face softening ever so slightly, and she relaxed. Whatever had happened to you down there, it seemed to spark something in the three men.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been that bad.

#🖤.kuroo #🖤.akaashi #🖤.semi #tw noncon #tw reluctance

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noilclix-lore · 4 years

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Noilclix is a small village nestled in a brighter than normal area of the tangled wood. Dragons of all shapes, sizes, breeds, and colors live here in harmony, living nice domestic lives. The village florist is Toka, the local tailor is Arin, Fawn is a fortune teller that often comes through with their husband, and over looking the peaceful village is a large castle where Prince Ashamine lives with his life mate Kyro.

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Security issues

The drone in the link below can be used to unplugged the grenade string to blow in a wireless way where u tied the drone with a hard rope as the other side connects to the being pulled to explode wire (safety pin ring) like gadget on the drone to detonated. U can place such like in a bucket or big container or just hidden open environment withing a structure.

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FHtN4bBXB7s8%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DHtN4bBXB7s8&tbnid=rck_8ZJaa8BqoM&vet=12ahUKEwjW_PjfzdHpAhVM_IUKHVf_AikQMygAegUIARD2AQ..i&docid=G5jz5wasJ53ITM&w=1280&h=720&q=images%20of%20drones%20with%201%20propellar&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjW_PjfzdHpAhVM_IUKHVf_AikQMygAegUIARD2AQ

https://www.google.com/search?q=parts+of+a+grenade&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjkh9SDztHpAhUT_IUKHRItD2gQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=parts+of+a+grenade&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzICCAAyAggAMgYIABAFEB4yBggAEAgQHjIGCAAQCBAeOgQIIxAnOgQIABBDUPD7CViGmApgm6oKaABwAHgAgAHiAYgB_BuSAQYwLjEyLjaYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=OhbNXuSCOpP4lwSS2rzABg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+toys+controlled+by+wifi&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjq87vVztHpAhXGwYUKHYVQBtMQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+toys+controlled+by+wifi&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECCMQJzoCCAA6BAgAEEM6BggAEAgQHlCYtgdY_54IYMurCGgAcAB4AIAB8AGIAaU0kgEHMC4xNi4xN5gBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=5hbNXuroH8aDlwSFoZmYDQ&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d

And the same can be done with any wireless toy structure being controlled via the remote, as shown above.

Dim ya kids bedroom lights even if all the security measures have been adhered to of curbing the efforts of those who use drones to get into peoples windows as described below and those they give gun to ambush ya or open ya other doors, those who transfigure. King of the jew and Christ with little kids to cement the reality of what Christ meant not ya own silly and sick interpretations which gets us no-where almost always. The above is done by converters or Dimmer switches in the links below- Christ with Division another version to bring out reality dude

https://www.elprocus.com/auto-intensity-control-of-street-lights-circuit/

https://www.conserve-energy-future.com/different-types-of-lighting-controls.php

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.delmarfans.com%2Fmedia%2Fiwd_blog%2Fimg%2Fl%2Fi%2Flight-dimmers-guide-header.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.delmarfans.com%2Feducate%2Flight-dimmers-guide%2F&tbnid=o_ia1_7t6pUsVM&vet=12ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygqegQIARBe..i&docid=-yYm12QBKmqSmM&w=555&h=305&q=light%20intensity%20controlling%20switches%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygqegQIARBe

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fhome-automations.net%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F10%2FLANBON-Wifi-Touch-Switch-Smart-Home-Light.png&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fhome-automations.net%2Fwi-fi-controlled-light-switch%2F&tbnid=W4oylms8GtQZ9M&vet=12ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygmegQIARBW..i&docid=m1kVc_ueKglevM&w=800&h=800&q=light%20intensity%20controlling%20switches%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygmegQIARBW

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fimg.bhs4.com%2F50%2F9%2F5093bf9c60f325514458a08282f28de9cfeff25f_large.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.brighthubengineering.com%2Fdiy-electronics-devices%2F71336-make-a-simple-dimmer-switch-for-incandescent-lights%2F&tbnid=vWZWmztMZC21nM&vet=12ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMyggegQIARBK..i&docid=4GRc-M9x0OGiDM&w=600&h=600&q=light%20intensity%20controlling%20switches%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMyggegQIARBK

https://www.google.com/search?q=types+of+dimmert+switches&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=types+of+dimmert+switches&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECCMQJzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BQgAEIMBOgYIABAFEB46BAgAEBhQwY8EWMG9BGD4vgRoAHAAeACAAbICiAG_KJIBCDAuOC4xNS4xmAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=SRjNXpvNIsSqavWgvsgJ&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d

Who-ok ka, toka hapa, get out of here, KEBI warning any people, kinda, who dont listen in a voice of a drunkard who is now sober in the morning but, kinda, the hard liquor has messed with his throat as gives soft but somehow crocked voice which is fainting to signify reality not play. Ka-okbel kodi, hapa sinzuri na wewe, this far u have gone pleaseth many not, kinda, they see ya Jamaican and a survivor. This side or place not suitable 4 ya or u will atrophy as many he has told interprets and not to mention He warned Minaj and Robinson to monitor their ways, as not get into poor suburbs as those people got the explained above instincts with them. And he sees himself giving them the kinda of life deserved 4 them, no 1 else but only him, so goes ahead with such phrases as get out of here with that kind of tonal variation or voice described above. Kinda, to him many in this world are playing yet ought to be serious with life issues to achieve a better lifestyle collectively.

Kebi temp as per the new hand held machine showed below is 36.4, so fellows mark this, no impersonation when his pulse rate as well taken which the soldier tells me is around 68 point something not greater then digit 5, somewhere below .5 dude. Get it straight dude!!!!

https://www.google.com/search?q=jumia+hand+held+digital+thermometer&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjQoKb10tHpAhUIQhoKHaXRBgcQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=jumia+hand+held+digital+thermometer&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CwoAFY6KkBYISwAWgAcAB4AIAB1QGIAfcIkgEFMC41LjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=WxvNXpCHAYiEaaWjmzg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=R3j8-LepUDNdGM

https://www.google.com/search?q=hand+held+Body+Fat+digital+Scales+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiHy6n209HpAhWG0YUKHXHPDCUQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=hand+held+Body+Fat+digital+Scales+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CI1wJYru8CYKP6AmgAcAB4AIABxAGIAeAOkgEEMC4xMJgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=aRzNXsfyJIajlwTxnrOoAg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d

https://www.verywellfit.com/top-body-fat-monitors-3435133

A key-less car system even with starting the car, just like u place ya finger on a finger print scanner, the same way with ya car and boom it starts the car to hoot. Uses the 2 principles described above with any other 2 like body fat as explained above. 3 in 1 machine and even 4.

UK not hard now as its poor as people have got it, another poor is India, China and S-korea not to mention Brazil with artificial maize exports and sugar which every nation has learnt the same, but can import real 1.

Internet made in Jamaica and Rwanda in the links below where they name Uk so it aint a big shame to those such countries who previously prided themselves

http://www.xinhuanet.com/english/2019-02/28/c_137855496.htm

https://www.vivendi.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/20200318_GVA_GVA-RWANDA-CP.pdf

https://corpblog.viasat.com/viasat-delivers-high-speed-satellite-internet-to-jamaica/

Them they eat in scrap metal garbage lorries b4 dawn, then with bellies fully now nothing to do, they get into ya eating habit as tells u, u got to eat less as if u dont know u think they r hungry yet have eaten from the named above.

Naringa mimi, cause 1st hand all ya plans or loopholes to crime all blocked, so came cut me publicly and eat my flesh. You stupid and silly, who r blind to say kenya is better than Nigeria, Friends, when West African nations have learnt how to make machines they r better of than any other country in the continent cause they have much food crops not to add with artificially made appetizers like salt, sugar and cooking fat/oil. Kenyans even Uganda better than US and TZ once they have learnt the same, friends u r on the wrong side of history. All ya dirty games dead as loopholes.

Their kids monitor if u r able to buy home appliances and Kids games as PS4 or drones then they forge relationship with u and kinda, starts to frown as if they all want it all alone as creates beef with other kids as if, u have allowed them and gave them keys to ya crib in that if they became good, other kids will benefit as them which they want not. Once we got food vendors and restaurants such as Subway and KFC in African countries then no need to cook in ya house which they eye as well free things the Sudan blooded kids of Nuer Character, they frown on things they know not as pure jealousy as if development is a poison to them yet is handy so nothing to do. No point of getting to 1 house if All home appliances are made locally, tell ya president to launch the same, put in stores so locals shift their attentions from foreign ones and buy home made 1 to create employment and saves the country forex, placed on credit that u can pay even everyday so all citizens have so no excuse of getting to 1 house to mostly place wireless controlled grenades, fix ya with guns or place voodoo or spreed malicious gossips on ya later. These restaurants sponsor the same so the explained above done to increase their revenues. Click the links below 4 more

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurants-g28970-c1-Washington_DC_District_of_Columbia.html

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurants-g293797-c2-Accra_Greater_Accra.html

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurants-g294207-c2-Nairobi.html

Talking as if we reached a consensus or we were in a tribunal last night so i have agreed to their agendas as wards, so wanna take my money, marry their own and settle in Kenya but alas dude, i can leave that money as well, give to a large women group to develop so 1 dont benefit which they like not, so their kids dont eye me to twist things i hate kids who if u read their faces looks down thinking u r going to have much home appliances which if they miss being your friend they will miss the free chance of playing with such named above but maybe in pretense dude. Bad character, bed ehhodu, stay put in ya house Mr Kid!!! Stop wanting early from others lest u be killed!!!!!

When u talk of a gun which its bullet can be serialized cause they r into ya, now they leave ya cause they got the same and kinda, u have blocked them of using such to kill ya liaising with local authorities, so leaves ya alone that u got a gun, which they got to use on ya like they have wanted to get ya cash from the bank yet we got your temp and sour soda drink in case they find 1 who transfigure of the same digit of yours in body temp and fat composition which they have search but maybe teeth keeps it out to like 100% sway that organised crime. Banks and air-planes administer soda like Fanta to test the same and those who partake not the above place bracelet on the legs or hands with temp and fat composition reader to gauge where they are and if they have removed the gadget above in line with committing crime to arrest them like Transfigure to fall planes and ships, locate where they r at that time, with the above measures, the above explained crimes will atrophy. All they want know liaising with states like Kansas who think is themselves i have sent the content of tumblr a/c sirjustice202 to make such machines and be rich in USA, not knowing i have sent the same to every state, which killing me will be of non-sense, they want to shoot or hurl grenades but tantamount to absolute nothings as all their loopholes blocked and risk being arrested.

The source can take the shape of the rugby ball or prism, in that in the middle houses the seats upon which people seats while going to down planets it can go people seat upright and going up the sky the same still people seated upright not synonymous which the earlier explained prototype in the described tumblr above like in the link below. The engine can be 2 on the cone-shape 2 mouth like ends, most so like pentagonal, hexagonal or octagonal prism shapes- the end mouths

https://www.google.com/search?sa=X&rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE901KE901&source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+rugby+balls&ved=2ahUKEwjNrMLc-NDpAhUBtRoKHVtxCD8QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=913

http://5cdsc.weebly.com/unit-2-geometry.html

For the saucer to land, either can land in water or has its made stand like the stove or Jiko stand as in the link below, where the end gets into to rest the place where people sits or goods loaded onto the frame of the stand.

https://global.rakuten.com/en/store/dominosurfandcamp/item/143/

If 1 around, kinda, helps ya, they do anything so they tint ya name to that fellow to join their ways and leave helping ya, most so Jamaica blooded men as Kenya pwani people blood, a bad blood of pretense and wanting good things from other people without a 2nd mind while portray themselves as morally inclined capable only of helping folks if have it yet not as portrayed above. But the beauty is their character known and thats why they r never accepted in many nations and their women, people always want to be twilight girls so their places get lost in the society. A white-man sympathizer even if they r no the wrong side, help manipulating people of their close roots than white-men. Big shame dude, i dont know if many have been given pussy, kinda, to put up that sad character.

Now Gold has been made useless as how its made easy, so depicted in the below link, don't strangle me i got 1 as this finished SA economy and Botswana with Diamond, anyway the white folks wanted their population to be much high so in times futurity rather a struggling economy not of pride as usual. A shut ya tongue economy. Even now padlocks are made of the same

https://www.made-in-china.com/products-search/hot-china-products/Bar_Usb_Flash_Drive.html?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=01-pc-feedcs&utm_content=02-pc-feedqp-new-4&fbclid=IwAR1NXcS4UKkznC3GBW7cmLyLTaDPvzvvMLEmZWRKl-VOQ36FJ7xAI1z3WkQ

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