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realcube · 3 years

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parings ☆ among us au! alisa x reader

content warning ☆ gore, major character death & angst

(a/n) ☆ sandbox for @simplywicked! thank you so much for the request despite the fact i made it angsty as hell :’( also, if you’re reading this and you are not @simplywicked then check down their amazing (less depressing) works @hajkyyuu

you watched the cameras intensely, biting your nails as you watched people wander through the corridors, moving to and fro tasks – as if they were all unbothered by the fact there was a ruthless killer on board. speaking of which, you had yet to see anything suspicious: no venting, no faking tasks and most importantly, no murder. "hello!" you perked up at the sudden noise and whipped your head around to look for the source, which happened to be one of your fellow astronauts – pink, code name: haiba alisa. beads of sweat began to develop on your forehead under your helmet, "uh, h-hi." you stuttered, pressing you back against the edge of the control panel as you rapidly searched the room for a way to exit if she tried to attack you. "d-do you, um, need something?" she shook her head, a sweet smile adorning her gorgeous features which you could view due to the clear screen on her helmet. "well, i finished my tasks so i figured i may as well keep an eye on the security cameras for some leads. but i see you've already got that covered." she giggled, clasping her hands together and keeping her distance as she could tell how nervous you were – and rightly so. she was a tad anxious too but something about the way you presented yourself made her completely forget about the upspoken first rule of the ship; trust no one. you nodded, swallowing the lump forming in your throat in order to reply, "yes, i finished my tasks a while ago." you faltered, your mind momentarily blanking as you vaguely gestured to the cameras on display behind you. "i've not seen anything out-of-the-ordinary." pink smiled, cocking her head to the side as she slowly began to approach you, "that's wonderful – do you think i could join you? i'm quite bored and i want to put an end to this whole 'imposter' situation as soon as possible." you quirked a brow; if it was anyone else, you would've immediately denied the request, suggesting that they could bugger off to admin if they wanted to help so bad. but despite the fact you had only met this lady a few moments ago, you believed her completely. perhaps it was foolish of you to be so trusting under the current conditions but you had full faith in your intuition, and it said that alisa was being sincere. plus, if you were to die to her blade, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. she's really pretty so perhaps she'll give a little kiss before you go. actually, the more you thought about it, the closer you got to realising that this circumstance has completely messed up your death perception. anyway, you shuffled over to allow her space at the control panel, "sure." you muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck as she skipped up beside you, halting as she got an eye-full of all the colourful, flashing buttons; along with the massive monitors that displayed what was going on in every corridor in the ship. "hey!" she squealed, not even having to go on her tip-toes to press her finger against the top screen due to her height, "that's my friend; yellow!" she beamed, looking over at you and being met by your shaky smile, as you tried to match her energy, "they're a crewmate like us, i'm sure of it! they were with me in medbay when the last incident happened." you followed her gaze to the screen and watched as yellow roamed the ship, seeming as though they had no true destination but that was understandable, perhaps they had finished their tasks too! although, it was a bit weird that they chose to use their spare time aimlessly wandering around instead of doing something productive. also, as much as you wanted to tell alisa that there was a vent from electrical – where said incident took place – straight to medbay, you didn't. you chose not to break the naïve girl's heart by accusing her friend of being the impostor. all that mattered was that she was away from them now and you could keep a close eye on them. a few minutes had passed where you both stood in silence, absentmindedly watching your fellow shipmates go around, chat and do their tasks. nothing suspicious had yet to happen. eventually, alisa broke the silence by turning to you and asking, "so what are you going to do when this is all over?" your eyes widened at her sudden inquiry, your breath hitching as you weren't prepared for her question and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass yourself. "y-you mean, if i survive?" you questioned in attempt to you buy yourself time to think of an answer. alisa chuckled awkwardly, her optimistic attitude bringing you hope, "yeah. i'm sure we'll both survive this." you shrugged, wasting to time in blurting out the first reply you came up with, "i think i'm going to retire and just..settle down." "oh, yes! they're giving us the opportunity for an early retirement with pension after this, correct?" "if we live to see earth again, then yes." you murmured, not sparing her a glance as you adjusted the settings of the camera display. alisa gritted her teeth together, suddenly feeling the inside of her space suit rise in temperature but paying little attention to it as she tried to produce the most positive response she could, "i'm going to retire too! this whole ordeal has probably taken a decade off my life anyway." she joked, her slight smile becoming a toothy grin as she managed to elicit a laugh from you. both of your harmonious, unified laughs echoed throughout the security room, followed by even more banter, until alisa deadpanned, causing a cold chill to run down your spine. "(y/n)." she uttered in an uncharacteristically low voice. at first your throat ran dry at how she knew your name despite the fact you had yet to say it once, but then you remembered that there was a large 'MY NAME IS' tag stapled to your chest. "yes, alisa?" if she was using first names, you found it appropriate to use hers right back. she fell down onto one knee, causing you gasp at her sudden movement as your immediate thought was that she was having some sort of medical emergency, but she put an end to that thought when she gazed up at you with her enchanting emerald eyes, "would you do me the honor of--" your jaw fell as you watched her pull out a necklace from her company-provided satchel and offer it to you, "-of sharing a cabin with me when we reach earth." you let out a sigh of relief, thinking she was actually asking for your hand and marriage after meeting you 5 minutes ago; although, if did ask, then there was a voice in your head that’d urging you to say yes. however, sharing a cabin was almost equally as big of a commitment as marriage since y'all would share clothes, utilities, food and more for the next 5 years. "i'd love to." you hummed, hesitantly reach down to hover your shaky hand underneath the locket, "and what's this? i thought we weren't allowed to bring accessories on-board." alisa's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she hopped to her feet, dropping the locket into your hand as she did so. "i snuck it on." your fingers delicately caressed the cold, silver metal of the necklace before flipping open the heart-shaped locket which hung at the end. inside was a small, compressed photo which was so miniature that you thought it was just an assortment of colours at first but upon closer inspection, you realised it was a photo of all the crewmates before take-off. "woah." you choked, your stare flickering between alisa and the equally as gorgeous locket she had given you. "this is beautiful." then, you proceeded to try give it back to her but she simply swatted your hand away. "it's yours now, (y/n)!" she sung, snatching it from your hand only so she could force it into your satchel. "so you have something to remember me by if i die." your blood ran cold as the buzz word fell from her lips, you were given a reality-check a bit too abruptly for your liking. "don't say that." you whispered, as if the imposter could hear you and would spring out at the mention of the word. eager to change the subject, you rummaged through your satchel in search of something to gift to her in return, "what can i give you to remember me by?" there was a few moments of silence between the two of you as alisa's eyes darted around the room, hunting for something of significance until her eyes landed on you once again; that's it! she raised her eyebrows as a lightbulb lit up above her head, "i have an idea." you hummed, instantly shifting your gaze off of your satchel and onto her, tilting your head slightly as you waited for her to elaborate. which she did, by slowly leaning in with pursed lips, her eyes closed so she couldn't see the perplexed expression painted on your face. before you knew it, the screen of her helmet clinked against yours, her strawberry-glossed lips pressed against it. once you realised it was a kiss she was perusing, you were swift in craning your neck forward to gently peck the helmet where both of your lips would meet – if it wasn't for the fact you were in space. though, your serene, romantic atmosphere was short-lived as the shrill noise of the disaster alarm suddenly went off, bright red lights flashing all around you and every camera view on the wall was replaced by an error message, meaning that there was an issue in electrical. you exchanged a look of concern before watching alisa sprinted towards the door – obviously with the intention of heading to electrical to fix this – so with a second thought, you followed. however, once your reached the door, alisa snapped her head around and fiercely pushed you back into security, "(y/n), you need to stay here, only one person has to go. you stand guard so nobody comes in here and brakes the screens." it was poor reasoning considering there was nothing you could do to possibly stop the impostor since you didn't possess a weapon, but it worked as alisa slammed the door behind her before rushing to electrical, leaving you isolated. your heart sunk watching her leave but you knew that if you were to tag along, you'd only be a hindrance to the endeavour to fix the wires. time passed painfully slowly, the shrieking noise from the alarm seemed to have been going on for ages and the flashing lights gave you a headache so you crawled underneath the control panel, curling yourself into a ball as you prayed for this all to be over soon. fortunately, the shrill noise was eventually put to an end and the lights went back to normal. you hesitantly emerged from the shadows to check if the screens still had the error message plastered on it and luckily, they didn't. you let out an audible sigh of relief as your eyes scanned every monitor in search of alisa but she was no where to be seen. time went on and the dread bubbling in your stomach only grew as she had yet to come out of electrical. a part of you reasoned that perhaps she was alive and well, simply chatting with an old friend of hers in the room and that's why she was taking so long but soon, the anxiety became too much for you to handle so you dashed straight out of security. sweat matted your hair to your forehead as you raced passed any other crewmates in your way. your breathing was frantic and it only grew worse as you reached the door to electrical. you stood like a statue, desperately trying to catch your breathe as the sensor scanned your iris before granting you access to the room. the doors slid open before your very eyes to reveal nothing, well, as far as you could see. though there was still more of the room which you couldn't see just from the entrance, so you called out, "hello?" silence. you weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but either way, you were certain that you had to venture forward in search of alisa or anyone else that could inform you of her whereabouts. you set a trembling foot forward one after the other, on high-alert just in case someone where to jump out at you. after the door shut automatically behind you, darkness enveloped the whole room so you pulled out your flashlight, darting the focussed light around the room in search of leads; handprints, fingerprints, blood, anything. however, the coast was clear. inhaling sharply, you turned the final corner, your flashlight quickly mirroring your actions, shining it's bright light on a sight that you wished and prayed never to see. it was alisa, definitely; her bright pink suit was unmistakable. just not the way you wanted to see her: she lay unresponsive on the floor, pooling in her own gore, her expression undetermined as the screen of her helmet was cracked. it was as if your own soul had left your body and you had to view your trembling, stunned figure from afar because in that moment, you didn't have any control over your own form; you couldn't feel anything. despite the fact your hands were completely numb, you had been training for a moment like this since the day you had gotten the call that there was an imposter on-board, the moment where you'd have to report the body of your friend. so your hands subconsciously made their way down your trousers to grasp the bright red button which hung with a keychain on your belt. tears streamed down your cheeks, your legs soon giving out from underneath you. "alisa." you cried, wanting nothing more than to time-travel, or simply imagine an alternate reality where it was someone else, anyone besides her. the shrill noise of the disaster alarm began once again but this time, you weren’t sure if it was just in your head or not. a shadow loomed over you, the movement you caught a glimpse of from the corner of your eye but you were simply too paralyzed to move. your mind was fixated on alisa and alisa only – why couldn't it have been you instead? – but you still hoped that the figure was a just fellow crewmate, able to report the body now that your own limbs have failed you. but that wasn't the case.

#alisa haiba #alisa x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #💗lets date!#💗sandbox

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lysung · 5 years

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Wabi-sabi (part 1)

Genre: angst, fluff (in the upcoming chapters :))

Pairing: Minsung (Jisung + Minho)

Words: 2,750

Summary: Wabi-sabi means imperfect or incomplete beauty. This is a central concept in Japanese aesthetics, which comes from Buddhist teachings on the transient nature of life. A pot with uneven edges is more beautiful than a perfectly smooth one, because it reminds us that life is not perfect.

Han Jisung and Lee Minho are two average high schoolers who have differences in common; two of them are being from the other high schoolers are being a part from the LGBT community and too thoughtful in an unhealthy way, besides many other things society would see as "flaws". After accidentally knowing each other through Twitter, they eventually became best friends but both of them still had colorless and monotone lives outside internet, until that, someday, one of them is about to get beaten up for being LGBT and the other one defends a random guy from getting beaten up by one of his best friends.

Warnings: bullying, homophobia, depressive thoughts

A/N: hello! i'm alexis and this is my first au :) i know this blog is supposed to be a fluff imagines blog, but i've been feeling like writing some ansgt lately. i hope y'all don't mind it ^^ i've worked hard on this since it's my arts homework as well, so i didn't have all the time to write this, but i did write it on my pace and, honestly, im still a bit unconfident about this one. if this gets a great reaction, i will definitely continue this asap ❤️ i hope you enjoy and please leave a heart and/or reblog, it would help me a lot and make my day 💕

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Legend says that, as soon as you’re born, you get a red string tied to your finger, connecting you to someone you’re destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The string may stretch or tangle but it will never break.

Han Jisung always found the Universe majestic but crazy at the same time. Isn’t it weird how everything happen as it wills? Or, maybe, would it be They? Who is in control of the universe, if there’s someone with such power? Would they be God? But who is God, actually? Is there someone above God? — This kind of thought dominated the teenager’s mind every once in a while and, when it did, it would always keep him up at night. The thought of living his own life but, actually, being controlled by a divine existence, would scare him sometimes.

But, the thing is: the Universe, be it "it" or "they", never did anything out of the blue. Everything happens for a reason; whether if we trip or fall, cry out of pain or laughter, fake or genuinely smile, nothing happens “just because”. And we live to grow up as individuals and learn each and every lesson “it” has to teach us, even the small and silly ones.

Laid down on his bed, Jisung, who strongly believed in such legends, turned off his phone and stared at his dark-ish room’s ceiling, slightly bright thanks to the street lights outside.

These thoughts were, once again, haunting him. All he could do was wonder 3 things: What is he supposed to learn? Why? And, specially, who is going to help him?

These thoughts were soon replaced by self depreciative ones as soon as he looked through the window and noticed the sun rising. He would soon have to be up to get ready for another monotone day of school. He turned around, his back facing the windows, closed his eyes and, one more time, tried to fall asleep. But, as time passed, his thoughts wouldn’t go away; neither his usual philosophical thoughts or the self depreciative ones. There were hundreds of voices screaming in his head – some were calling him, some sounded mad, you would be afraid if you could hear them too. And when he least expected, his alarm ranged, meaning not only it was time for him to get ready for school, but also that he lost another fight to his strong mind.

Later that morning, during class change, he noticed 3 of his seniors in the other side of the corridor. Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix were staring at him and laughing out loud; he tried to ignore them and got his material for Math class. Walking to his classroom carefully, trying his best to avoid them, but they eventually came to him and Changbin pinned him to the nearest locker.

"Where are you trying to go, you shameless fag?" Changbin, their "leader", said to his face in provocation.

"Leave me alone, Changbin. Mind your own busin-" The younger tried to say and break free from his strong grip, but failed and was cutted out by Changbin.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna run away? Huh?" The oldest said, the provocation never leaving his tone.

Jisung was speechless. The small anxious boy didn't know what to do — should he fight back? Say something mean to them? Run away? He was totally alone and lost; there was nothing he could do.

"What is going on in here?" A high-pitched voice echoed through the, now, empty corridor, and, right next to them was the school's principal, looking pissed off as usual.

"Oh, nothing, Mrs. Kang! I was just... just... asking him how he'll go back home after school, so that I would know if I should take him home or not, hehe! I love this guy, Mrs. Kang. You have no idea how much I lo-"

"Detention. The 4 of you. And, Mr Seo, I'll let you go this time but, if you ever try to lie to me again, it's detention for a whole week. No buts." Mrs. Kang said and left, cutting Changbin's excuse off and getting a sigh from each of them in response.

"Listen up." To turn back to Jisung was the first thing Changbin did as soon as Mrs. Kang left. "I will get you and teach you how to behave like a real man, annoying faggot. Wait for it." Changbin threatened again, looking deep in Jisung's eyes and left. He watched their figures get smaller as they walked through the long corridor, fear and regret as evident in his eyes than never. Changbin had something in his eyes that made Jisung even more confused and lost.

As soon as the group had finally disappeared, Jisung bursted to the school's restroom without looking back, not being able to hold back the tears. Poor boy wouldn't make it to Math today and he was very aware of it.

This was just a tiny bit of Jisung's daily life, but it always shattered his heart in a billion pieces. He wondered, how can people be this heartless? Why are people like this to people like him, who were just born "different"? What's so wrong in being different? In being yourself? In loving someone, not minding their gender identity? What did Jisung do to deserve to live in such a inhumane society?

What did people like him did for the universe to punish them like this? What did they do to deserve such pain?

Jisung eventually lost his hope on society and hated his mind even more for being so cruel to him. All these voices calling him out, calling him names and saying stupid things would never shut up. How great would it be if he had somewhere to scream freely, without fearing to be heard...

As he walked through a dark path in life, it only seemed to get darker. He tried his best to run away, but something was stronger than him, pulling him further into the endless darkness, regardless of how much he fighted back, until he couldn't fight anymore. That's when he gave up.

After two hours spent locked in the bathroom, including some time to calm down a little bit and reduce the swelling in his eyes at least a little bit, he finally left the restroom and safely got his stuff and went to his classroom, lowering his head to hide his swollen eyes.

And this is how Jisung spent the rest of his time at school: hiding himself from everyone, specially his eyes. No one should see his eyes, or else he would be bombarded with questions and feel even worse with people pretenting to be concerned.

When he was finally back home, his safe place, the first things he's done was locking himself in his room and throwing himself on his bed. It was a way too long day for Jisung and all he wanted was to sleep forever.

Hence he couldn't sleep, he unlocked his phone and tried to look for a calm and soothing song to sleep when he received a message from one of his favorite people ever: Lee Minho, a friend he knew through Twitter. They were like best friends; sending memes, using matching icons, tagging each other in random "love yourself" tweets and even writing sweet things to the other, just to remind them that they are loved and appreciated. It was the kind of friendship people either envy or ship. They would never stop talking to each other and Jisung would never find the exact words that can express all his gratitute for having such an amazing person in his life.

"hey, how was school today? did those dumbasses disturb you again?" Minho asked him in the most "Minho" way as always. Jisung's heart always skipped a beat whenever he would receive a message from him - he's one of the few people who actually worry about him and he loved this feeling.

"it actually sucked as always, but there's not much I can do about it anyways. and yeah, they did, that's why :(" Jisung replied, trying hard not to remind of what happened earlier.

"wait right there bub, i'll brb i will get some tickets to go to your city and kick some asses to mars" Jisung smiled at his reply. Ever since they talked for the first time, Minho's personality amazed Jisung. They were completely opposites, and that was the fun part - their differences made everything perfect.

Minho was, unfortunately, the only person Jisung told about Changbin and his "crew". He just couldn't gather the courage to tell anyone but him, blind by scenarios of his family's possible reactions.

"you're so weird" "i love you so much" Jisung replied and smiled as wide as he could. This kind of reply between them would be pretty common. Now, the question is: is it really a joke or not? Did they mean it, or not? They never even thought about saying this, but it obviously made both of their hearts best crazily fast.

"now that's a lie because i love you more" and tons of heart emojis and memes were shared.

They were each other's happiness, home, a safe place. It was incredible how each message would melt both their hearts. Happiness was endless whenever they would talk. "If only universe could make us live near...", Jisung said to himself. He just wanted to hold tight this bright light that had been brightening up the path Jisung was going through.

"hey, I didn't go to school today so i kept on reading about random facts and found out about a japanese legend that says that two people who are destined to meet are connected by a string tied to their hands and i thought of you" "you said you really like legends like this, so i was wondering if you knew about this one..." Jisung's cheeks began to hurt for smiling for so long. Minho makes him feel so loved, which is a feeling he's still not used to, but he wish he could feel all this in person.

"you're so adorable :( and yes i do know this one, it's one of my favorites!" "i wonder who's on the other side of my string..."

"if you're not gonna be on the other side of my red string then what's the point."

"i love you. i wish i could say this in person."

"i love you too bub and that's fine. some day this will happen, okay? we can and will make it happen. promise?"

"promise."

(...)

It was time for another monotone day at school. He would always know what was going to happen because it's been like this for a while now: he goes to school, sleeps in class, is bullyied, sometimes sleeps a bit longer and then, go back home. It's like he's stuck in a viscious loop - in the end of the day, he would always come back home with a sad expression in his face but he couldn't change this.

At school, waiting for biology class to begin, Jisung decides to try talking to someone. If he wants to stop avoiding people, he should be able to have short conversations with anyone. While talking to this girl who sits beside him about a test they would have later that day, a group of boys sat next to him and started to talk in a much higher tone. Jisung couldn't see their faces before they sat, but it was, surely, Changbin as his crew. Soon they started "talking" about gays and how they are ridiculous. Nice. What a beautiful place with sympathetic people, yay. Poor boy could barely focus in class because of all the noise they were making.

As his class ended and he was about to get his materials for his upcoming biology class, the same group of boys pinned Jisung just like the day before. He was shaking; it was happening one more time and he still didn't know what to do. Shaking under his breath, he didn't say or do anything. He wouldn't dare.

"Hello fairy, we're back." This was enough for Jisung to want to disappear. No, not these feelings again...

"H-hey... b-b-back for w-what?" Jisung asked, stuttering, in deep hopes it wasn't about what he thought.

"I told you we we would teach you how to be a real man, didn't I? And we'll do it now. You'll thank us later when you finally understand what being normal is." Changbin said, clearly trying to scare Jisung even more but, unfortunately, he couldn't get anymore scared. He could barely move or speak. He definitely gave up when he saw Changbin's fist in the air, getting ready to punch him, but another yell from the other side was calling for Changbin this time. His attention was divided between Jisung and the mysterious guy.

"What are you even trying to do?" The guy asked, trying to separate Jisung from them.

"N-no, it's not like that, I swear-"

"What is this supposed to be, then? I saw what I saw, and heard what I heard. So, you're gonna teach him how to 'act like a real man'? Because of what, he's gay?"

"Minho, what are you doing?" Changbin tried to reach him and grab his arms, just like how they would do when they were children, but, this time, Minho wasn't feeling like it. He completely understood what was going on and something must be done about it. He wasn't going to keep anything to himself in such moment, even if the one he's confronting is one of his best friends.

"First of all, he is a man. He's not 'less manly' than you, just because he like boys. Love is normal. Don't you even dare try to say it is not normal, or a sin, or whatever excuse you want to give." Minho kept on yelling and pushing Changbin and his other friends. It did hurt him inside, but he wouldn't stop. "You believe in God, right? Well, God wants you to respect His children as who they are. Also, stop acting as if 'gay cure' exist. You think beating a gay up will 'cure' him, huh? Well, this is not and will never be the right option, Changbin. He's done nothing wrong and there's nothing to be cured. You are the one who should learn to be a man. I thought you had finally understood me when we had that talk, maybe you really weren't paying attention at all, apparently. I can't with all this. You have absolutely 0 respect for people who aren't like you, and I won't stand this anymore. I can't do this. You will never change." At this point, there was a crowd watching Minho, their jaw dropped. He really thouched each of them deeply. Jisung could feel the pain and suffering in his voice. All he wanted to do was to hug him, if it means it would make Minho feel better, even if just for a while. He thought he is so brave for standing up for someone like Changbin because of a stupid dude he didn't even know. This is insane.

Maybe you can still have hope on this society, after all.

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askthenewhopespeak · 6 years

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Irene's Return Part 1.

Somewhere in Japan Irene Duncan was hiding, running away from all the chaos that was the Couple Games. She wasn’t a diplomat here, she was just a girl who tried to clear her head as she saw and heard her classmates - friends deal with Maverick Storm, his aunt and everything that risked the life everyone thought they were going to have from the beginning. Who was I kidding? I was sent there for a reason… And I couldn’t take it, I wasn’t prepared for all of this.

Back in hopes peak Shin was wondering something… almost everyone was here after the attack… wait… where was Jirami? she was gone…. for a bit… She must have slipped out during the chaos… he goes to the gym and pulls out his lap top, looking up anything for Jirami.

Damian frowns as he wanders the halls of the academy. He felt guilty for not noticing until now, but he couldn’t find Jirami- or rather Irene- anywhere.

She had left all her stuff in her room, she thought no one would notice - no one did back then, why would they notice now? Whoever passed by her room in the academy, could hear her phone and laptop, load up with notifications and messages. Whoever was curious enough, could see the latest message on her phone: “Fresh air. Home.” Whatever the code meant, only Irene could understand it.

Damian stops at Irene’s door one more time. He figured she wasn’t there the 1st time, but maybe at the least he could find something to get a lead on where she could be. “Hello?”

“So now you’re talking to doors, Damian? What a great way of killing time, but I fear that doors can’t hold interesting conversations.” Akira was leaning on the frame of his own door, smirking.

“What do you want Akira?” Damian growls, eyes narrowing as he turns to face the boy.

Shin walks over to the two, laptopin his arms “Hi guys… Where you wondering where Jirami-san went as well?”

The sound from behind Jirami’s door could be heard once again.

“Yeah, I was…” Damian trails off, body tensing up. “Something is in there.”

Shin trys to look inbetween the frame and the door.

“Looking between the frames isn’t going to work. We need to get in there.”

“Ok… Mr Neagi wont like it but i think we have to bust the door down”

“Agreed, on 3?”

“Ok…”

“One,”

“Two”

“Three!” Damian rushes the door at the same time as Shin.

Once they enter, they see a somewhat tidy room - except for all the papers and pages ripped on the bed, with information about Maverick Storm from the beginning of the year and nonsense phrases, a legend to understand some sort of code.

Her phone and laptop on the desk were showing all the messages she had gotten from the day she disappeared.

Damian goes to check her phone first.

At least 10 notifications can be seen on the block screen. Her password is her real last name, who knows it in the academy? Who remembers the incident in which it was revealed?

There is a dark haired girl somewhere in this school that knows it, but she is busy trying to not get involved in everything because she has caused enough harm. That’s why she didn’t say a word when her aunt dissappeared… because it was still her choice.

Her laptop though, was unlocked and all the files could be opened without any inconveniences. Mails sent in Morse code and documents written in the newly-made code found on the papers.

After letting the two others bust the door -no blame could be pinned on him- Akira entered the room like he owned it. Nothing wrong with being curious, right? He picked up a piece of paper at random. Everything in this room was suspicious at first glance. Even more so when he spotted the various names on the notes. “What does she know?”

All the information was about Maverick Storm yet they know how he ended up. She didn’t have anything to do with it, what was this for then? However in one of the papers, lost around the bed, was a hint for her actual location. A blueprint, a map of an abandoned building nearby the school.

Damian tries a bunch of different passwords, but he can’t seem to put his finger on the right one. “You guys find anything?”

While shuffling around the papers, he threw in a corner of the room everything that didn’t make sense and kept the notes about Storm, the code and the map. “Lot of weird things, for sure. Maybe it’s important.”

Down the paper, the meaning to fresh air and home could be read: “objective accomplished” and “return to base”.

Irene in her spot was looking out the window of the highest apartment in the building, wondering what her classmates were doing. Am I in danger? Is this all over? She thought, anxious.

If they won’t try to find me, maybe I should leave for good. I didn’t have anything else to do here…

On another paper, a lot of passwords could be read in Morse code, including the one to unlock her phone.

Damian pockets Irene’s phone for the time being, picking up her laptop as well. “We should tell the headmaster about Irene being missing if he doesn’t already know.”

“And what is he going to do about it? There’s only two options: either he’s too occupied with his wedding’s prepaeations to find a missing student, or he just really has no idea and that wouldn’t surprise me because it already happened.” Wait a minute… “Irene? Who… Ooooh. What a dirty little liar.” He glanced back at the pile of sheets he collected. “I’m taking that. And I’ll be going to the headmaster… You seem to have an idea in mind.”

Tired eyes narrow in suspicion of Akira for a moment, but moves on. “We’ll go together later. I want to look over everything here, but I feel like we shouldn’t tell them everything if they really aren’t aware of her absence; we’d risk losing an opportunity to keep investigating.”

“Okay, Boss, don’t give me that look.” He rolled his eyes. “Still, we’re kind of on the same wavelength. We don’t tell anything, and we have more freedom to search.” He took a glance around the room. “And I don’t think we’ll find anything else… Unless we try the drawers.”

The drawers only contained academy files and homework, all the information was around the room. Under the bed was a barely noticeable case. It contained an old-looking machine and pictures and one of them showed the building where she was in that moment, the picture was marked with a red circle.

Damian turns to leave, only to nearly trip on an object poking out from under the bed. “Huh?” He sets down the laptop he was holding and slides out what looks to be a case.

“Aaaah? Well, now I wouldn’t even be surprised if she hid a gun between her jeans and her shirts… or in her underwear drawer.” “That is way too much to hide for a regular person.”

“I think I found what we’re looking for.”

“Instead of throwing suspenseful sentences around, tell us.”

“She isn’t far from here, we could go find her right now.”

That… that was unexpected. He… honestly didn’t know how to react to it. Maybe… huh… disappointed? “… I really hope it’s not far at all, because it’s sneaking out time.”

“I… May know a way out during the night”

“Ah. My idea of sneaking out was more like… we go out from the front gate right now while trying not to run into Sly and Hijirihara.”

“We’ll need a distraction if we do so.” He pauses to think. “Sora.”

“That could work. All we have to do is convince her.” He didn’t comment on the fact that the first person he thought to use for this plan was a 13 year old girl.

“…She’ll understand once we explain what’s going on.” He says, noting Akira’s gaze on him.

“You sure are relying on her. I didn’t know you were close.”

At night, Irene Duncan was preparing for leaving Japan for good, for leaving behind the life as Jirami Senkou. Even though the principal threats weren’t dangerous anymore, she still trusted her braces with daggers. With a last deep breath, she looked outside the window to the academy and left the apartment slowly and quietly.

“Does anyone have Sora’s number?”

“Nope. I guess we have to do it the old way.”

The girl in question is napping in a closet somewhere on the floor.

“Should we split to search for her?” Three of them… shouldn’t take too long.

“Let’s hurry then, we have to catch Irene as soon as possible.”

“Then we are splitting up. ‘Kay, I’m going this way.” He pointed somewhere behind him and walked away.

Damian takes off down another direction.

He tried to do as little noise as possible while searching the halls. They didn’t even search her room… though there was very little chances that she’s actually be in it.

Akira is closer, there is a closet that meant to be for storing class stuff in a classroom down the hall, that’s where the girl slepped.

Well nothing in the halls, time to check the classrooms. He entered one at random and took a look at every hiding place possible before moving on to the next.

The girl is lying inside one of those, black hair all around her, cuddled into herself.

He gave a small knock on the closet door. “Wakey wakey!”

The girl shakes. “I’m up, dad."She almost immediately replys, hitting her head on the closet when she wakes up."Ouch. Akira? What do you want?”

He snickered. “I’d like a good coffee, but that’s not what I’m here for. Damian, Shin and I need your help.”

“What do you need that you couldn’t do when I was awake? And why me?”

“Can’t sneak out in plain daylight, according to the others. And you can guess why we need you.”

“Where y'all sneak out?” She asked, getting out of the cabinet so she could strach.

“Searching for Ji… Irene.”

“… Oh. Okay. Do you need me to sneak you out?”

“I guess. Do you know a way out except from the front and back entrance?”

“I assume you want only those that aren’t dangerous… Yeah, a few. But you could also ask someone to let you go out to the mall on the afternoon. It was done before.”

“I don’t assume responsibility for poor strategic choices. Blame the boss. Blame Damian.”

“I’ll help you all out… I want my aunt to be here when I’m born.”

“Thanks.” The tone was harsher than what he had intended.

“…Is something wrong?”

“No.” That’s what you get for not bearing to hear about the others’ happiness. “Let’s find the others and get out of here as quick as possible.”

“Okay.” She grabs his hand. “Let’s go.”

He wasn’t okay with this, but he let it go. He lead her in the direction supposedly one of the two others took.

She follows him, kind of feeling like a little kid.

They meet back up with Damian, who stands near one of the stairwells in an effort to avoid cameras.

She lets go of Akira, sensing she’s unwanted, and looks at Damian. “Let’s get you out if here.”

“Sorry to ask you for help like this.” He apologizes, looking away.

“I want my aunt back.” She eyed him for a moment in consideration of something, half smile rising. She’d have to ask Kaede for help, but it might work…

“Do you want me to come or just to get you our of here?”

“It’s up to you, Shin is coming with us too.”

“So let’s get him and I’ll show you our way out.”

“Right.” Damian nods.

“Im here And ready!”

“Alright, let’s do this then.”

She leads the boys to a point in the gates around the school she knows the security barely ever reaches. “Let’s hope they won’t change their rounds in the next few years.” She said, climbing the tree near the gate that she could reach outside. “Entering back would be harder, that tree is much closer for where dad does look.”

He sighed. “Great, we are doing gymnastics to get out. I love it already. So does the metal thread keeping my rotula together.” He started climbing anyway.

“C'mon, I did it barefooted. This tree is an easy one.” “And you could have walked out of the main gate earlier and no one would’ve said a word.”

He laboriously reached a high enough branch while mumbling to himself: “As if they would listen to me…” He dropped to the other side as gently as he could… not enough.

“You okay?” She looked at him

“Ouch… Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“You didn’t hit anything, right? Do you need help to stand?”

“No, I didn’t… A human crutch would be appreciated.”

“I’m short enough to do it.” She smiled. “Here.”

He leaned on her. “Thanks. I’m way heavier than you, stop when it hurts.”

“I’m stronger then I look!”

“… Sure.”

“I’ll get Damian or Shin to replace me later, don’t worry. Where are we going?”

“Damian has the map.”

“You really weren’t planning this well.” She looks down to her feet, half smiling.

Damian lands behind them using an arrow tied with a rope to lower him down.

“Nice party trick.” She blessed.“It’s not that high, yknow.”

“Work in progress. And yeah, I guess it wasn’t. Anyway,” Damian pulls the map out of his pocket. “We’re headed to this building.”

“This is where au-Irene is?”

“Hopefully she’ll still be there. Let’s get going. Shin come on!”

Shin is on his way.

Irene was just getting out of the building when they were on their way. She tried to show the pride she still had and faced them from a distance. “I guess all trails lead here, don’t they? I shouldn’t have left my stuff behind.”

“Jirami- I mean, Irene…you’re safe.” Damian says relieved.

“Who do you think I am, Damian? Of course I am, I know how to be.” She crossed her arms with a frown. “And these classmates of ou- yours? You do have a way with words, it seems. What are you all doing here?”

“We came to find you.” He responds.

Sora waves, smiling. “Heya, auntie.”

He frowned in response. “You’ve got some nerve, being such a dick after all the lies you’ve fed us.”

“Be nice, Akira.” Sora warned, turning to glare at him.

“For a good reason. I don’t have anything else to do here and for this-,” she pointed at him quite accusingly, “is why I didn’t want to explain what happened.”

“Please don’t leave.” Sora said. “Ignore Akira. Please don’t leave.

"I can understand there are truths you want to hide, but outright leaving and treating us as if we were expendable isn’t going to solve the problem. I’m not contesting the fact you don’t want to talk -you’re even admitting to your lies-, no, what bothers me is that you act like we’re lowly creatures in front of you.” He let go of Sora’s shoulder and reached for something in his pocket. “Ignoring me would be a sign of weakness.”

“It’s called a defense method, Romanov. Simple psychology.” She put her hands behind her back and looked to the black sky above them then sighed. “I wouldn’t even treat you like 'lowly creatures’ because you are like me, it’s my philosophy. But I have nothing else here, nothing else to do here…” Her eyes met his again and tilted her head with a frown, “do you have something to show me?”

“I don’t.” Sora admitted. “They woke me up so I could get them out of the school, I don’t even have shoes. But.. I came because I want you to be there. Because… Well, most of what I want to say is spoilers, but you are my aunt. And I want my family to be happy.”

“Meh. I suck at psychology anyway. All I do is that I confront people.” He pulled out the papers he had taken from her room. “I don’t have emotional arguments -if you don’t have any sort of feeling for none of us, so be it. But I don’t think leaving everything behind as if they’d be sure to come back and staying around for 4 extra months is something someone in the mindset of "I have nothing here, I’ll leave” would do.“

"I ran away. That’s what that kind of people do, they stay and watch… To be honest, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, that what I did was enough. I wasn’t supposed to make emotional links with any of you. None of you looked for me anyway - or tried to.” She ignored Sora for the moment and swallowed hard before facing Akira and his accusing tone. “I tried to detach myself from you all. That’s what I did for four months.”

“Guilty as charged. A lot of things happened, a lot of them wrong… But I don’t think that counts as an excuse.” He smirked at the last sentence. “Can’t detach yourself if you’re not attached in the first place.”

“Do you think I’m an idiot? I know that! That’s one of my worst weaknesses and I accepted it but my cowardice about facing my emotions is stronger than acceptance… I lied to you all, I’m not the person you thought I was,” she dropped her gaze to the floor and glanced at Sora. “I don’t belong to your dimension or time anyway.”

“So?” Sora asked. “There would be baby me , in a but. Why shouldn’t she have my favorite aunt?”

She sighed in defeat. That’s not what I meant… she wanted to say but couldn’t, she didn’t have the energy to explain the meaning. “Tell me why should I go back to Hope’s Peak. All of you, give me your reasons and be objective.”

Sora has no real answer, not one that isn’t selfish. So she says just that. “Because I am being selfish.” She pulled her shoulders. “That’s my story.”

“I don’t think that’s a matter of what you should do, but what you want to do. But if you want to play it like that, you have plenty: in some subjects we have the best teachers we could dream of, we have a great chef, this school could use more people with common sense… There are also a lot of reasons not to stay that I could detail too, so you can make an objective choice. Or you can just do whatever the fuck you want, for no other reason than that.”

“….” Damian frowns, putting some thought into why. “I came to find you because I wanted to be sure you were…okay after the attack. After losing two of the teachers I cared about and seeing my best friend shot, I didn’t want to see anyone else disappear.” He pauses, looking away while gripping his jacket sleeve. “I don’t have a good reason to ask you to stay. I just know that you’ve done a lot for me as well as the school. And I’d like to think that you don’t really want to go, despite your…orders.” He pulls her phone out of his pocket for emphasis. “You don’t have to cut us off just because your job is done. None of us look at you like a bad guy despite your change, we see you as a friend, as family.”

“I dont know you well, but your nice, dispite orders, i know you ca at least stay in contact…”

She chuckles after a long minute of silence, taking a hand to her face. “If I go back and trouble starts again for some reason, you’ll ask me to stay away from danger. Our team got dissolved because of reasons you don’t need to know but this is my job and I won’t stop until the academy and everyone is safe. That’s it.” “I can do it from inside or outside but there are less risks here,” she motioned at the surroundings as she said. “Do you have something against this?”

“Keep everyone safe?” Damian repeats in thought. “Is this really the way to keep everyone safe? By cutting yourself off from attachment and relationships with those around you?”

“Yes!” She exploded, “because I don’t make stupid choices if I’m not attached!”

“Then what do you live for? do you just do you job, not enteracting with people?”

“Stupid choices? Getting to know any of us, my birthday, helping me when I was arrested? Was it all just stupid choices?!”

She visibly flinched at Damian’s argument and averted her gaze. “This is why. And Shin, I do interact with people. I’m a diplomat but I was about to be an ultimate and for the reasons you hear and see right here and now. You’re all Japanese and I’m Latina, our cultures are way different so don’t judge how I work. I just want to do what’s right.”

“I Dont care about your natinoality, And running off pretending that your in the right isnt good,”

“You don’t get anything. You don’t understand what’s going on here,” she said, tapping her temple with a finger and frowning. “We always wait for the worst to actually learn about right decisions.” Her eyes met Damian’s, “you are an example of that.”

“…..” Damian eyes flash with pain and anger- more to himself than her- as he walks up to her and holds out her phone. “Do what you want. I’m glad to see you’re alive at the very least.” “I’m going back now, because you’re right about waiting for the worst.” He looks like he wants to say more, but his thoughts seem to clash even more than before.

Irene sighs after Damian is out of hearing range. “Why saying the truth is always so painful?” Why this feeling is so familiar? “I’m going back but remember to keep your distance from me.” Damn you Dami… She thought as she shook her head while walking painfully slowly to the academy.

Sora leads the way back to the school. you’ll understand in time, she hoped.

Akira was also walking very slowly, but apparently not for the same kind of pain. He wasn’t even sure he could climb back to get into the school again… He didn’t want to think about what just happened at all. Wrong decisions, bad decisions… Stop it. Stop it all. He’s done things wrong and he knows it. That’s why he is like that now. Like… Stop it.

#Jirami Senkou #akira romanov #sora hijirihara #damian miraz #shin kawaguchi #i think that's everyone #please inform me if I did miss one of the characters involved #danganronpa #submission #renegade--soul

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