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Animal Sanctuary

AfuHiru Month - 22.08.19 Day Five_ Animal Sanctuary Rating_ Very light, very softies. What’s in here?_ another first contact between the blondies of my heart, reptiles and rodents, obnoxious friend Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

He has never loved animals.

Animals were all his life until that point.

He was scared of them, cats were too subtle, dogs too loud and messy.

He loved every kind of animal. Each one was different and they deserved food, a warm or cold place to live, a lot of petting and a bunch of love.

Animals didn't like him, anyway. They've avoided him for all of his life.

Animals loved him. Since he had memories to remember, they felt the love and looked for him.

That's why he had no animals in his life.

That's why he had an animal sanctuary.

Hiruma had no love for animals. It's not like he hated them, he didn't have any interest in them. They were like aliens, he didn't understand them and he preferred to be far away from them for both of the parts' sake. Dogs were too loud, too messy and too consistent, and attention-seeking. Cats were too subtle, too independent, too cold. And he was a little bit uncomfortable with cats. Birds and rodents... and if he was a little afraid of feathers, lovely furry little friends were afraid of him. So both of them were a nope. Anyway, his life was full enough even without a pet by his side. He had just got his bachelor and was looking for an apartment in the city, tired of the common ground of the campus. But not even to say, prices were out of his league. He was looking for a room, then, and he found some nice accommodations; the first was with no windows and near the airport and the railway, the second had mold everywhere and the third... the third was totally fine for its price, the only problem was the flatmate. Her name was Anezaki Mamori, she was the owner of the place and her passion was cooking. This means he had a very little space fo his things in the kitchen and that the kitchen could have been full of noise even in the night, but Hiruma couldn't care less. The room was big, nice, clean, and with a private bathroom. Perfect. The second passion of Mamori was being obnoxious, but he found out this detail later. After a while, they clicked with each other and eventually, they became friends. At least, they spent a lot of time arguing over nothing important just for fun. Animals were one of their favorite topics. She insisted so bad about Hiruma and his indifference because she believed he just didn't have found the right species for him yet. Hiruma always laughed at her thesis until one day she looked in his eyes and "We are taking a pet with us." And Hiruma was "Not a chance." "The house is mine." "I pay my rent!" "You can choose." "That's like I'm taking a pet. No." "Come." "Where?" "To the Sanctuary." "To what?" "The Animal Sanctuary. Shut up and come. And take the coat! There are 8 degrees in the street, you can't go out with just a shirt!" And rolling his eyes, Hiruma went with her. And his coat. Even if a coat was unnecessary because he was always hot like Hell.

Hiruma was expecting a cottage, a chalet, a zoo, a church maybe, but- He wasn't expecting another apartment, sixth floor of a normal residential building. When they arrived he looked at Mamori and she shrugged her shoulders. "You'll be surprised by the number of abandoned animals we have right here in this city." No other words, she rang the bell. After a second they heard a voice screaming "I'm feeding the baby ferrets, one second!" Hiruma looked at Mamori and he saw a smile he didn't like so much. He felt like he was trapped. And he was ready to left and went home when the door opened and he saw a man standing in front of them. "Oh. Mamori, how could I have forgotten your visit." "Nah, I've nothing for you. But I have a friend and he is going to take home one of your needy friends~" "Mamo- no- absolutely, I'm not here to adopt, I'm sorry, but animals hate me an-" "Animals can't hate." The tone of voice was candid but dangerous. "Well, they avoid me very often and I don't have... interest. Mamori made up this thing but-" Afuro shook his head with a kind smile. "Don't worry, you've come this far. Come in, both of you... even if I've told you to bring only conscious people!" And he looked at Mamori harshly. Hiruma thought his eyes were powerful and scary at the same time. And they were red. A strange color. He entered the room and he finally was able to take off his coat with a sigh of relieved, and quickly to follow the flow and hanging it over a hook near the door like Mamori did right before him. Then he turned around and he was completely astonished by the vision. The entrance of the house was full of shelves and every shelf was full of cages with every possible kind of rodents you could think of and possibly more. "Oh." He has never seen anything like that. But like always, the rodents in the room started to squeak a bit and Afuro instantly noticed it. Not a single of his little friends were looking at the new human. Strange enough to make him frown; they were always happy to see new faces. It was sad. It wasn't hate. It was fear. "Let's have some tea, shall we?" And he pushed the new guy in the next room, followed by a chuckling Mamori. There were few cages, but isolated one to the other and covered with dark drapes. Hiruma was strangely uncomfortable by the exact moment he was in. "What-" "Nocturnal. Almost birds of prey, you know. They are waiting for another Sanctuary to be accepted, they are here just for a stall, I don't have the space to treat them well enough." He seemed really sorry about that and Hiruma didn't pry more. But that room wasn't the final destination. The door after was the final one. A nice kitchen, with three chairs and a round table in a corner by a big window. It was cozy, warm, and... "That's a-" "A fox. She is good, don't worry. Her name is Pollon. She is a softie by heart." "I've never seen a fox. Live." "Go ahead, then." Hiruma was surprised again, when could you see a fox in such a random moment of your life? He approached her gently and Pollon smelled him for a moment. Like some serious shit was going on. Then, she simply retreats. Fast. Hiruma was a bit hurt by avoidance, but he accepted it. He knew it. Afuro was freaking out inside. He looked at Pollon, she was already following Mamori, who was in charge of the tea like always, hoping for a snack. Oh, poor- wait. What was his name? "I'm Afuro Terumi, owner of this Sanctuary. Yes, I rescue animals for a living. Take a seat, the maid will be here soon with the tea." He said out loud and the hissing of Mamori was perfectly audible from where they were. Hiruma laughed and sat, looking at the fox. What a pity. "I'm Hiruma Yoichi. Friend and flatmate of the maid." "I can hear you." Afuro smiled, looking at him like he wanted to know his deepest secret. "Happy to finally meet you, then. Mamori says you are a pain, but a funny one." "I hope so or I should ask myself why she hadn't evicted me yet." Afuro was... nice. He left the impression of a confident person, gracefull, even dangerous but with a golden heart. Hiruma liked him like a bee could like a colorful flower. Or like a mosquito could like the blue light of the death. Afuro asked him about animals. He asked about his attitude towards them and with some unmotivated shame, he apologized for his fox behavior. Hiruma laughed. It was fine, nothing new. If animals couldn't hate, they couldn't offend too. But Afuro was offended by the universe. How could a man scare animals so much? And how dare his animals to fear such a nice young man? He was nice, gentle. Yeah, ok, he had sharp teeth, pointy ears, but he had met scarier people who were loved at 100% by his fox. He was the exception he didn't want to know about. The maid and their teas arrived and the talk about life in general for a while. Then, Hiruma asked about his animals. Only rodents, a fox and some occasional stalls? He was ironic, Hiruma was thinking that much was more than enough but Afuro's eyes widened in surprise. "Of course no! Mamori... do you tell him about the reptiles? You know I don't want to have people who don't know..." "Ops. I forgot." Hiruma was looking at them. He wasn't scared of reptiles in general. He hadn't seen one in his life. "Yes, I rescue rodents and reptiles." "Can I meet them or...?" Afuro looked at him. He hesitated. After the weird reaction of the others... but he used the word "meet" and not the word "see". He liked that. A lot. "Yes, of course. Follow me." Afuro returned in the rodent's room and opened a door leading to... it was amazing. Snakes. Even some salamanders, iguanas, chameleons, frogs, but- Snakes. Hiruma walked through the door and his mouth fell open. Afuro had a nice smile on his face, while he was going straight to the nearest glass-case and starting to explain something Hiruma didn't hear at all. There was something strange going on. Like he was looking at them, they were looking back. At least thirty pairs of eyes were following every move he did. With their nose pressed on the glass, their eyes wide opened like they were really interested. Afuro noticed it after some seconds and his mouth fell open as well. "They- they've never reacted like this." Hiruma took a few steps until the first glass cage. Mamori had a strange smile on her face when he lowered his face to look in the eyes of the snake. He was a ball python, a pretty common one. They glared at each other like they were having a conversation, then the python gently booped the glass with his head. Hiruma smiled. Mamori went straight to the point. "I told you. You hadn't met the right one yet." Afuro was already next to Hiruma, watching by himself at what was happening. "You hypnotize them?" He was speculating, with a soft voice. "She is Narnia. She likes to abscond under the fridge." "And what about that?" Hiruma was looking a bit higher, now. "He is a Cobra named Zen. He sleeps most of the time and he is an aggressive son of a- mh... Not with you, it's miracle." He whispered the last part because that situation was too abnormal: Zen wasn't in combat mode, he was almost waving at the finger Hiruma put on the glass. Insane. Afuro did it once to see the reaction and he didn't even want to remember it. Talking about his snakes, he described them to Hiruma until he stopped by the glass of a black python. It was the newest, found in a box not far from there five days before like it was a kitten. "And about...?" "He doesn't have a name. He's a Coulbert constrictor, I think. I can't say if he is young or aged, it's only thirty centimeters, but some of his kind only reach the fifty centimeters." Afuro shrugged, looking at Hiruma furtively, by little glances. His expression was pure gold. He felt a bit for it. "If you want you can hold it." For the first time, since Hiruma stepped into the room, he looked at Afuro instead of a snake. "Can I?" But Afuro was already on a chair, removing the little one, who immediately strangled his wrist. "Being a constrictor he is going to strangle you. Don't make it go to your throat. He can't kill be it can be annoying, ok?" Hiruma was already staring at the constrictor and he just accosted the hand to the snake, but at last... it wasn't necessary. The black one was ready. When that hand was near enough, he crawled with a little hiss around the palm and then the wrist of Hiruma, who chuckled a little. "It's cold." The snake, by the way, seemed to have found his paradise. And Afuro could see why. He accidentally touched Hiruma's skin and he was hot. Really hot. Like ha had a fever, but he was fine all the time, so... The constrictor rolled up against his arm and Hiruma dared to boop his head. He was a little confused, maybe, the fact is he saw the shirt of Hiruma and he decided to run away, right through the gap between the buttons. Hiruma laughed, letting him do whatever he wanted e Afuro, once again, was surprised by the confidence the snake had with that guy. And vice-versa. "Maybe because you are so hot?" Another guessing, just some words he didn't think he was saying out loud. Hiruma looked at him and started laughing. "What kind of hot?" Afuro blushed a little. Maybe every kind of hot. "I mean, your temperatures." He touched the forehead of Hiruma like he wanted to see if he had a fever. "At least 37 degrees. Maybe 38. Of course, he loves you. You are hot." "Only this kind of hot? It's a shame." But he was distracted by the snake, he was on his back, crawling up straight to the shirt collar and Hiruma turned his head to face him with a smile. What a stupid and vacant look he had, he was funny. Hiruma, with firm hands, took the little guy and it crawled to strangle his wrist lying his head on his palm. He hissed quietly. But he was put again in his glass cage and the two guys talked a lot about snakes, about their habit in captivity and in the wild, about what every one of them liked to eat. Hiruma listened to Afuro, at some point, caressing a boa named Bliny. She was long around three meters and her weight was at least thirty kilograms. Afuro told him the previous owner was forced to gave her away when he had to return to his hometown, in Russia. Bliny is, of course, the name of some traditional crumpets. Hiruma started with Bliny on his shoulder until she crawled all around his body, trying to undress him for being in contact with his skin. Hiruma struggled a bit, then he nervously accepted and took off his shirt. Afuro, inside, had a bit of a heart attack, because the vision was almost erotic. The dark greyish scales of Bliny on the white skin of Hiruma were hypnotizing. He liked it. Hiruma was thin but strong. He had Bliny on his shoulder for almost an hour and he was still standing like it was nothing. Afuro could feel the warm Hiruma was emanating, staying next to him. Then, Hiruma gently moved Bliny to her glass box, and back to the door, he dared to ask. "Can I touch Zen?" Afuro glace at him. "He is a fucker. And he is venomous." "He seems adorable." "I don't want a corpse." They changed the subject of the conversation and Afuro was so relaxed he forgot about Mamori. And by the way, Mamori had left them alone ages before, going to read a book in the kitchen. Nobody cared enough to notice and Mamori was ok with that. Hiruma was taking home a little friend, she knew it. She was happy to stick around for a while. Pollon was on her lap to keep her company. What else could she ask? But eventually, Afuro noticed her absence and leaving Hiruma alone, he did go to find her, like the nice host he was. After some words, he returned to the reptiles and he held back a cry. Hiruma was the most inconsiderate person on the planet. He had Zen in his hands, out of the case, he was talking to him with a calm voice and Afuro thought, and not for the first time that day, that he would love to have sex with Hiruma. But- "Put him down, please." Soft voice, but both Hiruma and Zen looked at him. And Zen wasn't happy to see him, because he hissed and his hood popped out in a matter of seconds. Hiruma was so surprised he whispered an "oh" and Zen turn toward his face with another hiss. Hiruma smiled and... Afuro was done. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT." Because Zen was snuggling against Hiruma's neck like a dam cat. "I don't know!" And Hiruma, caressing him like he really was a kitten, put him back in his little glass house, safe and sound. When the risk was off again, Afuro frowned and went to Hiruma looking pretty angry. "God, I don't know if you are lucky or talented, but I know you are an imbecile! What the heck did you think?" "Nothing happened, right?" "That's not the point!" "Yeah, well, I just wanted to see if- ok, your snakes, you know them. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it." ...but he was clear he wasn't sorry at all, with that obnoxious grin on his face. Afuro sighed, be he wasn't so angry about it. Hiruma was thrilling. He was probably a natural. "Since you like them so much, you should come again to help with the feeding." "Oh yes, please." The instant reply was pleasant. But it was just for the snakes or...? "I mean, I don't want to bother you." "Not at all, I like your presence here. And they like it too, can't you see?" Afuro was smiling at him and Hiruma suddenly reminded himself he was half-naked. He reached for his shirt and put it on. "We should exchange our numbers" he suggested with a cunning smile. "It seems like a good idea." ...maybe it wasn't just for the snake. The smiled at each other and just in time, Mamori was at the door, yawning. "I'm going. Afuro, this is your free evening, right?" "Yes, well, Suzuno and Nagumo should be here in less than an hour. Why do you-" "Then you should come to our house, Mamori made a pretty decent lemon cake." Mamori muttered and frowned because her lemon cake was perfect, not only decent, but Afuro was happy just looking at the snake whisperer. "Why not, then?" They ignored Mamori and went out of the house even before her, laughing when she complained about the fact that she didn't exist for them. But inside, Mamori was happy. At last, Hiruma took home a needy one, right?

#afuhirumonth2019 #afuhiru #Afuro Terumi #Hiruma Yoichi #afuro x hiruma #afuro terumi / hiruma yoichi #anezaki mamori #eyeshield 21 #Inazuma Eleven #animals #snakes #the snakes whisperer

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Bluff

AfuHiru Month - 21.08.19

Day Five_ Bluff Rating_ Mature? But a light one. Again. What’s in here?_ bad words, a lot of money, gambling au, sexual tensione, only hiruma pov, a bit of mamori/megu bc yes Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

« As you already know, gambling is a form of art. » He was shuffling the deck. « The stakes are 100% irrelevant. » A riffle, then a perfect cascade. « The cards are like a body, you have to know how to touch them. » Then some apparently sloppy overhands, he yawned and he covered his mouth with the right hand. The deck was shuffled anyway with just the left one. He wasn't even left-handed, but his long fingers seemed to be made to touch and seduce the cards of that particular deck. But let's admit it; his hands seemed to be able to seduce so much more. He had a strange grin on his face: it wasn't a real grin, it wasn't a real smile. Maybe it was fake, maybe it wasn't. Maybe he was just looking at the cards with love and respect, maybe he was looking at you with arrogance and defiance. But his hands were in love with the cards for sure. « What's your favourite card, pretty thing? » « Ace of Hearts. » He laughed and dropped the card on the table, a perfect line of fifty-four cards, with all the figures in plain sight but one. With his right hand, he flipped the cards in a single effortless motion, just a finger. The covered card was now in sight and it was the Ace of Spades. « And when art isn't enough. » He took the Ace from the deck, moving it in the had and shaking fluidly a little, his grin was more joyful than before, he really enjoyed that moment. « Here comes some magic. » He placed the card on the table and he nodded at the girl in front of him. She hesitated for a moment, confused, then she flipped it. It was an Ace of Hearts, swapped with the other ace with a quick movement of his fingers in and out of a pocket of his silver suit. A show-off. The show-off, because that night the stakes were too high to fuck around the table like he usually did. The casino asked him to be the dealer because the woman in front of him was a professional gambler, Taki Suzuna, but she had an immaculate reputation and the administration had nothing against her. Too good even to be kicked out. She was tricky. She was girlish and innocent and she was too happy for being a cheater. She was difficult to read and her acts were even more difficult to predict. He was there to make her play safe and sound, 'cause he was the best gambler of the house, the city, probably the entire world, but who knows. That simple color change was one of the finest tricks to prove his skills, since nobody -net even Suzuna, he could tell- had seen it coming. He was too fast, too precise and too good to be seen. Even if a color change is really a simple and predictable magician trick. Suzuna smiled at him with his eyes bright as stars, thrilled because she couldn't see it and now she was even more curious than before about the game. « Can't wait, Hiruma-nii~ » Hiruma smiled back with his unusual grin and opened a new deck to restart the shuffling, more precise than ever. He looked at the other players. Anezaki Mamori, an affectionate of the casino, Hiruma knew her very well. He was a hard gamer, but not a cheater. She liked to win only on strategy and luck, but she was a very good friend of Suzuna. She was the one who made up the game. She was ready to have fun, Hiruma could see it: she was stretching her thin fingers too much. Raimon Natsumi, the beauty of the clubhouse. She was either a pretentious one or a lesbian, he couldn't know, but a pretty decent player indeed. Mikado Anna, at last. Because Anna was the rich one and Mamori well knew that high stakes were important to have a game worthy of its name. And Anna, he had to admit, had a pair of eyes so cold that reading them was a hard task. Hiruma didn't like her so much, but he understood why the casino asked him to deal with the four of them. They probably could have destroyed the clubhouse and each other, if left by themselves or with some incompetent. Like Clifford Dickhead Lewis, for example. He caressed the cards and they were in front of the player in no time. Classic poker, all against all until all against the house when all of their money would be be in his hands. Hiruma wasn't scared at all. - He was doing the math better than ever. The game was on for at least two hours and at that table, everybody was losing and winning like crazy. The wheel of fortune was spinning too fast, so fast that Natsumi was classy enough to leave before a total defeat. Hiruma had let her run away, she was such a conscious girl. His spot was empty, but all of the other ladies said they were still on. Hiruma was pretty happy to open the fourth deck of the evening. The stakes were huge. Mamori was trembling inside, knowing she hadn't all of that money with her. Or in her bank account. Well, she was hoping deep inside, that Hiruma would have been kind like he was with Natsumi, but she wasn't too sure. Hiruma was unpredictable, after all. And he was an official croupier of the house and he had to, at least, seem clean and absolutely impartial. Even if some reasonable doubts were floating around the table. Even if it should have been impossible for him to cheat. It should have. But bluffing was all his life. The secret of bluffing, and even cheat, is not only to do it well enough. It's understanding and knowing when you can bluff. It's distracting your ally and your enemy, it's buffing when nobody can expect it. Of course, he cheated, he was there to do it. And to do it so well nobody could see it. But exactly at the moment all the people in the room were expecting him to cheat or bluff, he didn't at all. And he could know it by doing the math well. Because yes, he read people and he wasn't so good at it, but his calculus didn't need to. And it wasn't about counting the cards. Everybody knows that only the Black Jack is the game in which counting makes the difference. It was about statistics. He was a living algorithm, one of the most difficult and complex to understand, his lie was absolute. Or so he believed. After some hands, something happened. Hiruma was too absorbed in the game to give attention to the surrounding, so he didn't mind about the spectators that were around the table. He had almost forgotten the empty spot and when he saw someone taking the seat while he was shuffling again, he stopped for a second with a dangerous but seraphic and crooked smile. « Welcome. Stakes are pretty high by now. I have to ask you if you have enough to open. » It was strange that someone was willing to enter a game already settled. Hiruma didn't fear anything, but it was interesting. The new player was a young man with blonde hair and red eyes, but he had a strange feeling of deja vu looking at him. Something in his inside trembled with expectation noticing his posture, his hands, his cunning smile. It was a delight after hours of boobs and mascara. He was wearing a blue suit and Hiruma had never seen him there. A newbie? No, too distinct to be one. « I don't have fiches with me. I didn't think I could find something worth my attention. Can you guarantee for me? » The new guy took a checkbook, he signed it and gave it with a smile. Hiruma took it and a shiver went down his spine looking at him again when their eyes and their hands met. Hiruma melted in an almost ferocious sneer. A six-figure payout. It was unexpected. « Of course I can. The change is ten thousands a fiche. I'll give you the first 70 on the spot and the others at need. Can we know your name while someone brings us your goods? » Behind him, a boy took the paper and run fast to get the fiches. « Afuro Terumi. It's a pleasure. » « The pleasure is ours, Terumi-kun! I can bet your presence will spice up the game! » Suzuna laughed and started a little bit of a conversation in which Hiruma wasn't interested at all. He was an interest in Afuro Terumi. He observed him like he was hypnotized by his gestures. He was starting to reading him and it was too easy. Afuro Terumi was the best liar he has ever met. Then, fiches, gambling, bets, hands. Suzuna asked to change the game after a while, Mamori was tired and pointed at her girlfriend to take her place for a bit. Tsuyumine Megu took her spot happily. Hiruma knew that Suzuna was saving Mamori asking for the game Megu preferred; Texas Hold'em. Afuro was losing his money, but he was too calm. The house continued to win and Hiruma was confused: he knew Afuro had some damn good hands. He served him, he was well aware of the card he gave without being explicit. Afuro wanted to lose. Hiruma was dying to know what else he was plotting. His heart was racing faster, even if it didn't affect his duty as a dealer. Hiruma stopped the cheating when he understood the truth: Afuro knew. Of course, he couldn't have any shreds of evidence, but Hiruma stopped to choose the cards for them and Afuro started to win. Not because he could, but because he wanted to. Hiruma was defeated, but he didn't mind at all. It was the best game he has ever had. And when Afuro asked to change the game again in favor of Black Jack Hiruma held his breath. Anna, at that point, was out of the game. Megu and Suzuna saw the opportunity to count and win and gladly accepted the change. Hiruma went nuts. If he could have done it, he would have kissed both of them on the forehead. His smile was still impeccable, but his eyes were ready to fight Afuro. Like croupier, he had the upper hand and he was going to crush- « Don't you think, after all of this time, Hiruma-san should play with us? I think it's our last game, anyway. We can ask somebody else to be our dealer. Right, girls? » Fuck. « That's marvelous! Please, Hiruma-nii, join us! » Megu refused, scared by his reputation, but Mamori was ready to take her place again. Hiruma looked at her and understood that Mamori knew him so well to know he would have died to play against the new gay in the right way. And she was asking, like a player and not like a dealer, to have mercy on her. Hiruma smirked at her. Granted. « I can't refuse, then. » So much money on the table, but he could cover it. Black Jack was his game. Black Jack was the real joy in the gambling world. And when all of the players can count, only the best bluffer can win. Or the best cheater. The house had won so much, anyway, that none of his bosses could have ever complained about that unplanned course of events. He took the seat between Suzuna and Afuro and the scent of Afuro hit him for the best. It was hours that a part of his mind was thinking about fucking him, hard, fantasizing about taking him on the card table pulling his long hair and biting his neck until he could taste his blood. Afuro was reading him, Afuro was making him hot just dong it without in silence. Nobody had ever read him like that. Reiji Maruko was the dealer because Hiruma looked him in the eyes with the clear intent to kill if he didn't offer himself faster than Lewis. Maruko obliged. Mamori and Suzuna were cut out in a matter of seconds. Not because they weren't playing, but because they were irrelevant. Hiruma knew their acts like his own and like a player, he had no mercy. Mamori was the first to retreat, but with still some pride. Suzuna was out after three other hands and, talented or not, Lady Luck wasn't been too kind with her and she had to leave with no hard feelings at all: that was so much fun, after all. Hiruma looked at Afuro directly for the first time since the start of the game. He knew he was going to win the last round. He could feel it and he was waiting for Afuro to finally step back. Afuro looked in his eyes and smiled. « I've lost. » Hiruma grinned felling hot on the inside. He had to suppress his imagination and he just slammed his fist on the table letting out fr a solid second all the emotions he felt during the game. The worst and the best thing was that he suspected... with that man had been a damn waste of energy. He almost missed the gentle, but enthusiastic, the applause of their audience. He won the battle, but he lost the war. Afuro waited until the people starting to go away from the table, Maruko was quick to leave with just a glance at the two. « You were incredible. » « And you lost at least five hundreds of thousands of dollars. You are welcome. » He was bluffing again, with a smile over the grin, over his excitement. Afuro laughed softly and lean near him looking in his eyes. « You know I read you all the time, right? » It should have pissed Hiruma, but actually... « It was nice to be read. » The silence between them was so tense, so full of words. Afuro dared to put a hand on his thigh, just a breath away from him at last. « It would be nice to be fucked. » Just a whisper in his ear and Hiruma could have sense another shiver through his body. « Meet me in one hundred seconds in front of the wardrobe. » Afuro couldn't help but sighed a little, then he returned to normal with a peaceful smile on. What a damn perfect liar he was. « Don't be late, then. » « Don't worry. I can count. » « I know. » Hiruma looked at him went as nothing happened and Hiruma stayed still for some seconds. He knew. Nobody had ever said something so seductive to him. And he couldn't believe his luck.

#afuhirumonth2019 #afuhiru #afuro terumi / hiruma yoichi #afuro terumi #hiruma yoichi #eyeshield 21 #inazuma eleven #tsuyumine megu #anezaki mamori #taki suzuna #mikado anna #raimon natsumi #reiji maruko #clifford d. lewis

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Victory + Love

AfuHiru Month - 20.08.19 - Act1

Day Four_ Victory and Love Rating_ Mature? But a light one. What’s in here?_ bad words, a lot of money, nyc, wall street, homophobia, long fic Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

Hiruma had everything a man would ever want. Power, fame, money, women. Everything was at his feet. He was living the American dream to the fullest; he started in Texas when he won a scholarship for being the always winning quarterback of his football team. Then, in college was pretty much the same, but he preferred to continue with Economics in New Your instead to choose a sports career. He was brilliant and he started to work hard on Wall Street in a few years. The money came quickly, his name was on everyone's lips in the high society and every single rich boy and girl of New York City would have loved to have him like their broker. Hiruma lived in an attic on top of the W New York Downtown hotel, near to Wall Street but not too much. He loved his work, but sometimes he preferred to be apart from that world. He wasn't a fan of the mundane life of Wall Street. His hate for drugs and corruption was a big deterrent and his presence at parties were rare. That night the party was hosted by one of his client and Hiruma was the main attraction. Since his face wasn't often in public in the right context, everybody wanted to shake his hand or to flirt with him. And offer jobs, which he never accepted. After two hours of intense social activity, he escaped from the noisy crowds and went right out of the room, to breath some fresh hair on the terrace. He had a glass of whiskey and by the railing, only a woman in a long black dress and high heels was there too keep him company. She has a nice ass and her curves seemed to be better than usual in his eyes. Her blonde hair was gathered in a high tail and he could see her elegant neck. Well, maybe he could have tried to not leaving that place alone, after all.

« So? Is the party as boring for you as it is for me? »

The woman looked at him right over her shoulder with an amused smile, then she looked again in the night of New York with a little laugh. She shook her head.

« Then? Why here, all alone in this dim light? »

Hiruma was approaching her with a grin on his face and he was more convinced about, at least, the beauty of the woman.

« May I ask your name, milady? »

And then, he realized he made a mistake. The lady turned around and smiled showing in the light reflected in the glass of the terrace's windows. She was a he.

« I'm Afuro Terumi, dove. Am I like you expected me to be? »

Dove? Ah, he was wearing a white suit. That was a rhetoric question, Hiruma knew he couldn't help but be surprised. He was frozen on the spot, in fact, because that situation was totally absurd. It was absurd he thought about a man from a certain perspective. Insane. Illogical. And of course wrong on so many levels.

« Hiruma Yoichi, eh? They said you have more women than money, but that you prefer asses more than... well, you know far better than me. »

Afuro Terumi was only some inches from him and Hiruma started to panic a little. A man. Well, not only a man. A man in drag was suggesting...

« Maybe I can be useful in the same way. »

Hiruma just- couldn't- No. Never. Afuro moved a little for god-knows-what and Hiruma was himself again. He stepped back, trying to remain calm.

« I'm not a faggot. »

Afuro stopped instantly and raised an eyebrow.

« Excuse me, what did you just say? »

That was an accusation.

« I said I'm not like you. I mean. Flattered, but no thanks. I'm not a- »

If eyes could kill, Hiruma would have been already dead. Afuro took a step further and slapped him.

Hard.

On second thought, it wasn't a slap at all. It was a punch. A good one. So good he had the taste of his blood in his mouth. Afuro didn't like being insulted, not even by the newborn legend of Wall Street.

Afuro Terumi was born and trained to be perfect. His family was a strict one, he had a childhood full of responsibility and with too little time for himself. That's why, when their parents died in a plane crash, he was 23 and he was so awfully relieved he started to do everything he truly wanted unrestrained. In a moment he went from perfect future CEO of an old import-export company to the rich heir who didn't give a damn about rumors and scandals. He was openly gay, on Wednesdays he would wear pink, and by the way, in three years he had recreated the empire of his stinky old family in something completely different, but even more proficuous. He was a highly requested top model, he was CEO of a makeup company under his name, he was his own model for his line of lingering, and he anticipated the Supreme trend with the "Victory+Love" one, rich of special collaborations featuring world-famous artist and brands. It was time to make it grow more and they said that a good seller could sell whatever he asks him to, with the right motivation. And ho was the best broker in town? Hiruma Yoichi. That name sunk in Afuro's mind like a promise, the first time he heard it. After some research, he found out some peculiar things about the man he would like to hire. A lot of women but when he asked, only some of them told him that they had sex after leaving the party together. And both of them said that Hiruma would come only with anal sex. To Afuro, it was enough to know the real preference of Hiruma. It was so explicit that Afuro thought why someone should have sex with girls too. Because of course, Hiruma was gay in his eyes. Maybe he could even hire him and offer some benefits.

"I'm not a faggot" That words and Afuro was pissed already. Because if Hiruma wasn't a faggot, who else could be one?

The punch came from a fucking black belt in Taekwondo. Because a faggot could make you cry just like any other man. And in high heels, that faggot could make you bleed without a single flinch.

And still, the next day the same faggot could end your career on a whim.

But like the goddamn faggot he was, he didn't: he had a lot of ways to crush a homophobic homo like him.

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I wrote a whole page on my pc at work for the prompt.

And I forgot to send me an email with it. I’m retarded.

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I'M DYING TOO

A sanctuary of eternal love

AFUHIRU MONTH

DAY THREE: In the language of flowers RATING: Green TAGS: major character death (i’m sorry), fae!afuro, human!hiruma, secret crush AO3 LINK: HERE

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In the language of flowers

AfuHiru Month - 19.08.19

Day Two_ In the language of flowers Rating_ All What’s in here?_ some flowers, some hallucinating reality with no explanations, a lot of roses Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

Hiruma saw flowers. Flowers. Flowers all around him. His life was a fucking shojo. He saw flowers everywhere. Flowers on the walls. Flowers on your shoulders. Flowers in the air, floating around the faces of the people in the street. Flowers on the shelves of the library. Sometimes, flower inside the books. Or between the legs of the young lady that was sitting in front of him on the subway that night. Disgusting. A bunch of red azaleas was dripping from her... private part. She was sexually thinking of him and it was unacceptable. He felt nauseous and glanced at her in the most aggressive way possible. More azaleas. Oh god, that was torture. He swore, and the eyes of the old lady next to him were suddenly covered by two big peonies. He rolled his eyes and left with his middle finger in the air. Then, at the end of the subway car, he closed his eyes dreaming a world without a single fucking flower, without knowing a damn about other people feelings and thoughts. But sometimes it was useful and pretty fun. Hiruma, deep down, loved flowers more than anything. Even when they were hateful. Or too much inappropriate, for fuck's sake.

Then, the magic happened and he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to meet someone who hadn't any flowers on the skin, in the mouth or blooming out of his eyes.

Hiruma was with a group of friends. They were a really large group and nobody minds about who was there until somebody was there. They occupied a little park between the big old building of Shinjuku. They weren't violent, they weren't thugs, just some kids with some motorcycle and far away from any affiliation with gangs. It was summer, they would be out most of the night. Hiruma and Rui started that. Everybody was with something from home; some cigarettes, some beers, some money for cold drinks out of the nearest vending machine, sometimes a cake. Kurita's mother was an angel, one time she made ten different cakes just because was Rui's birthday. Rui almost cried when it saw that present and Hiruma had in his memory the image of Rui surrounded by camellia, sunflowers and pink wild roses. That was his recurrent flowers. That was a good memory.

Anyway, that evening the flowers were quiet. Not too much, just some for everyone. And he was able to walk without tripping in his shoes because of them. Because yes, when they were too much, they were too much for real. And sometimes they just leave him alone for a while. That was a really good evening. Hiruma Rui greeted Akio, who was with some new guy, maybe from his football club. Hiruma froze, looking at him in a distance. No flower? Not a single one? How could it be? He couldn't help but he stared at him with a beer in his hands and the feeling it was a dream. A face that- a human who wasn't exposed? Someone who- 'cause without flower, he couldn't read their meaning and- A real person? Not a flower? He couldn't expect anything from him? It has never happened in his life. In the meanwhile, Afuro was in great agitation. Afuro was uncomfortable because that blonde and tall guy was- He was without flowers, how could it be? How. Why he didn't have some flowers on him. Ridiculous. Afuro was so good with people because he could easily read their needs with their flowers popping out of their skin, covering everything with the scent of a beautiful garden. It wasn't normal. Everybody had to have at least a flower... or not? He couldn't restrain himself and he got up pointing right at Hiruma. He stood in front of him for a solid second, astonished just like the other. Then, Hiruma took his hands on his and they were gone, aside from the group, out of the light od the street lamps. "I- You- I mean. I see the flowers." "...me too." "WHAT THE-" "Shut up. It's not the point. We can see flowers, ok, I swear to god if you are kidding me I-" "I'm not kidding anyone. I see flowers since my birth, my friend has a fucking sunflower on his forehead, do you see him?" "...yes. Ok. No kidding. So straight to the point." And, together; "Why I can't see yours?" Then, silence. An uncomfortable one. They were there, staring at each other, incredulous. Hiruma held his breath for a moment. Then he sits on the ground, Afuro followed him, and he started to tell him everything he knows about the flowers.

One day later, they were best friends. One week later, Hiruma asked if he could smell his skin and his hair and Afuro was quick to ask Hiruma the same things. They laughed a lot: their scents were real. They were- They weren't a perfume. They were only real human scents. So damn strange, so good, so refreshing in their world built on petals. They were inseparable, they felt so normal with each other. Hiruma started to hug him, sometimes. Afuro started to touch him, sometimes. Their skins were so normal, so human, so clear. One time Hiruma confessed he was still a virgin because he was scared to find some flowers even in he ass of someone. Afuro confessed that he wasn't a virgin because he wanted to see if a flower could be on top of a penis. They laughed hard, at the verge of tears, and in his laugh, Afuro laid his head against his shoulders and Hiruma hugged him by his hips with his arm. They were so happy, so normal, so real. They didn't know a thing for sure, about the other. No codes, no signs, no flowers to misleading their judgment. Only two boys without flowers on their skin.

One day, at the end of the summer, they were alone in Afuro's room. They were watching a movie, but Afuro... "You know all of my previous kisses tasted like red roses?" "All of them?" "Yeah. Apparently, when someone is kissing someone else, they tend to simulate real love." "That's sad." Silence. With a lot of words in the air. Afuro broke it. "Can you kiss me, Hiruma? Just... once. Just to know how it feels like to be kissed by a person." Afuro was looking at the ground, blushing like a middle schooler even if he had even too much experience for his age. Hiruma's heart jumped in his throat and without a word, he took his face in his hands and with a nervous smile he just kissed him like he wanted to do it for a long time. It was the end of the summer and- "Strange." "It tasted..." "Like red roses."

For a single moment, they were surrounded by millions of red roses. For only a brief moment in their lifespan, they saw each other's flowers. Red roses. They were just... red roses. And for the first time, Afuro loved the taste of red roses on his lips after a simple kiss. And for the first time, Hiruma kissed his first red roses and he didn't have the desire to find something else. They didn't have to say it out loud. They just kissed again and the world was in the right place fort he first time in a very long time.

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Wings

AfuHiru Month - 18.08.19

Day Two_ Wings Rating_ All What’s in here?_ post dystopic world, a bit of greek myth, starting bad and nice ending, soulmate, a sorf of avian au? Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

I was born in a place you can call strange, by your perspective. A place where the ground is too far to be reached and all you can see is the sky under and above you. The tallest tree you’ll ever see in your life is there, with its fronds that keep nests full of winged being. Call them harpies, if you want, they call themselves Aellis. They are like the myth you already know: half-human, half-birds. Huge wings instead of arms and hands, claws instead of feet, feathers to keep them warm at night, and a head very human-like. This race has forgotten the Ground after the Earth collapsed with the Huge Flood. A lot of the elders still brag about the Ancients, but every Aellis knows deep inside that it’s just a fairy tale; ugly and weak wingless disgusting beings, with their nose stuck where the world ends, at the bottom of the Tree trunk. Always assuming, of course, that the Tree has actually an end. Nobody with some brain under his own scalp could believe in the existence of something so gross and absurd, right? The Aellis are proud and fierce animals. They have a superior intellect but without any reasons to actually use it. Their life is divided into eating leaves and telling stories. All-day long, for all their life, in eternity.

I was born on the lowest branch of the Tree, in a nest full of eggs. The rules wanted that only the Hatchlings who could spread their wings and fly on top were worth living. When the egg hatches you are pretty much like a human child already. Even without experiences, you have your instinct to follow and normally the 100% of the Hatchlings fly in a matter of two or three days. Well, I’ve been there for a whole year. And when I reach the top, it was by climbing.

When I reach the platform up in the clouds the sight made me uncomfortable. In all my life I’ve never seen the same level of horror and doom spreading in a group of people. Climbing? Nonsense, of course. And in fact, it took me one year to fight my instinct and use some logic. Then it took me seven months to reach my mother. She wasn’t very happy to see me, because she was pretty sure I was dead and if your chicken dies in the hatching, since it’s so rare, you have some vantages in the society. And I was there, climbing, to take them away from her and to bring shame on her name, which, by the way, I’ve ever known. Of course, what else could it be?

I couldn’t even speak, nor understand what the elder was saying. I remember just some fragment I don’t want to repeat. Suddenly, one of the flock grabbed me and after some vertical flying, he simply dropped me. Still, I don’t know why he did it. Maybe to see if I can fly, maybe it was simply a murder attempt. The falling was atrocious. I passed out and when I was awake again, I was alone again, in an empty nest with a useless and now hurtful and broken wing. I climbed. Again. Like a fool who wanted only some company after two years of living in solitude. They were annoyed, but in silence, they let me stick around the flock. I learned to speak and to tell a story hearing them. The only thing I’m glad they did to me was to let me listen. After some time I was so alone that I knew inside me I had only two options: staying and suffer in a nest made of loneliness, contempt and suicidal thoughts, or stop aiming to the top and descend. By all means, the second option was a better option. I was going to be dead soon anyway. I knew that there wasn’t a Ground. I knew the Ancients were a silly fantasy to scare the chicken at night. But I was a chicken and I didn’t fear a myth. I feared my reality so much more. I descended. I descended with a pair of broken wings and no hope. It is the best decision I’ve ever made.

The descending was easier than the raising, but even more dangerous. Since I couldn’t fly at all, I could just jump branch to branch hoping that my only moving wing was strong enough to deaden my falling until the next point. I still have vertigo. A harpy that suffer from vertigo, like “harpy who can’t fly” wasn’t enough. The Tree seemed with no end, I was alone again, but- Long story short, the Ground exists. Ancients exist. And like the Aellis, the Ancients see the Tree like a god. In a desolate land, an endless desert made of sand and colorful stones, the Tree is the only water supply for the Ancients, since his roots are superficial and if you cut them, the purest water will flow out of the wounds. Around the Tree there are three different villages, with three different cultures: the northern, called Estrelas, the eastern, called Sol, and the southern, called Penumbra. Penumbra is the nearest to the three, the richest one, with gardens and fountains in its squares. The people of Penumbra are the most fanatic when it comes to religious stuff; Estrelas is the kindest one, its population likes to avoid conflicts and they are grateful to have only one superficial root to harvest because that is right enough for their needs; at last, Sol. It is the biggest one, most of it is poor and with no roots, and their inhabitants usually come to collect water in the night, under the stars that they loved. Still, they are envious people by nature and they usually sleep during the day. The equilibrium of the three was granted by the presence of a common god; The Tree, of course. But what they saw me the first time, everything was suddenly tense. If the Tree is their god, I must be his spokesman. Fun fact: Aellis and Humans speak different languages. You’ve seen it coming, eh? I know. My life is a joke.

And the most important thing was; who had the right to… keep me?

The first human I saw was a child of the Estrellas village. He was so scared of me he started to scream and he ran away like bats out of hell. I was so tired, so scared and so in discomfort that the only thought I had; “I can’t believe that everything is so fixed and stable.” The Ground is a terrifying place, after a life swinging between flexible branch- I vomited. A lot. Then I was knocked out by the uncomfortable feeling of stability. When I woke up I was in the middle of a shouting crowd, but I was faster to pass out again. When I woke up for the second time, I was in a room -you have no idea what is like to be in an enclosed space for the first time, you have no idea how terrifying is not being able to look at the sky for the first time- full of white, lightweight and quiet curtains. I refused to have another panic attack. I was safe enough, I wasn’t hurt, I had still myself. With my only moving wig- (recap: I’ve never been able to fly, but one wig was broken after the murder attempt, do you remember, right?) -I removed the curtains and I saw a young woman. She has a normal face, normal hair. His legs and wings? Impressive. They were exactly how I imagined an Ancient would have. She was pretty, but monstrous at the same time. She was clearly angry at a man, who was so much taller than her and a lot muscular, and I recognize a word in their talking: “Aellis”.They were talking about me. They seemed to be important people. The man had a crown, so he was really important for sure. She had nothing like that, but she was sitting on a nice chair, the nicest chair in the room, actually, so I guessed it was like the stool of the narrator for the Aellis. I wasn’t so far from the truth. Agon Kong was the king of Estrelas and Mamori Anezaki was the High Priestess of Penumbra. There was another man I haven’t noticed in the corner of the room and he was Gen Takekura, the Spokesman of Sol. They were talking about my purpose and the role I would have in their world. Agon wanted me to bring glory to his village and to have the favor of the god, so he told, but the real intention was to take some power from Penumbra. Penumbra was terrified to lose his Holy Prophet. Mamori was at the verge of tears talking to Agon. Her fear comes to prejudice towards Estrelas people. There was a rumor about how much they love the stars, even more than… you know. The Tree. It was blasphemy and Mamori feared they could not treat me well enough. She was trembling because Agon was right; one of the Estrelas villages saw me first, so technically I should be their right to keep me. Gen Takekura, by the way, was there only because that was an official meeting but he had no interest in me. Still, he was the first to see me. He cleared his throat and pointed out at me. Mamori covered his mouth with her hands. Agon seemed ready to fight and Gen stayed still. I was confused. I glanced at the Agon’s sword, his hand was on the hilt, I’ve never seen anything like that. But I could smell the danger. And the same thing went for the arch and arrows of Gen. So, I looked Mamori in the eyes and I suddenly realized that if I couldn’t understand them, they could not understand me. Anyway. I advanced, just a few steps freeing myself from the curtains. I was like a human 11 years old with a lot of feathers, two meters of black wings, long crooked legs with huge claws at the end, blonde short spiky hair, and vivid blue eyes. Completely otherworldly. They really were mesmerized by my presence, now that I can think about it with clarity of mind. I spoke in my only language, just because it was stupid being seen and not say anything at all. Ah- it was my first time talking to someone and I choose to look at Mamori since she was unharmed. I moved the useless -but not broken- wing in a formal greeting, similar to a bow without a bow. Just with the wing. Get along with it.

« It’s an honor to meet you. »

Well, it was a wise choice said something appropriated because what happened next was totally unexpected. Mamori was instantly pale more than a full moon, she trembled more and a second later she was on her knees. And like it was nothing, she talked to me.

« The honor is ours. Please, Holy Aellis. Tell us what’s your purpose on this land. Are you here for the Great End? Another Flood is expecting us? »

In my mother tongue. And I had no idea what she was talking about. At all. I remember it was embarrassing. I froze for a moment, trying to decide what to do. I could have lied. I could have told them that I was the prophet of the Tree with a steady voice and that they had to treat me well until my death, who coincidentally should have happened the same day of the next Huge Flood. Wait. This is actually a good idea. Why I didn’t think about it? But I was young and naive. A pity, really a pity.

« I’m sorry, I know nothing about it. You ask me my purpose, but- I think my purpose is to don’t die alone. »

Something distracted me. The sky. In a hole in that solid nest. I ignored all of them and went by it to breath better.

« How do you know my tongue? What’s your name? »

Clearly, the other couldn’t understand a word. Agon and Gen had the most beautiful and pissed face I’ve ever seen, it’s one of my favorite memories.

« This is the holy language. The language of God. Only the Tree, their sons, and the High Priests know it. And my name- I don’t know if I should… I’m the High Priestess of Penumbra. »

« Ah. So you don’t have a name? »

« No, I- »

Oh god, I was an obnoxious brat.

« Tell me. »

Well, as a High Priestess, Mamori had lost her name a long time before, but if a Holy Aellis was asking, even in front of the other chiefs…

« Mamori. My lost name is Mamori. Can I ask your name, Aellis? »

I remember I smiled. It was also the first being that actually greets me.

« I don’t have one. Can you choose one for me? Please? »

I smiled again, with real joy in the eyes. And she decided to follow the flow because if she had stopped to think for a second, she would have passed out for sure. She was looking at me so incredulous.

« Yoichi, it means “the bewitching one”. Oh- I- I’m sorry, I choose a name in the modern tongue, I should have- »

« I like it! Yoichi! Yoichi is my name! »

I laughed and my heart was so full, so free. I had a name. A real one. I started crying without knowing and then I was on the floor, like the lonely child I was. Mamori came to me, she dared to touch my face in the most delicate way possible. It was too much. And I passed out again. But I had a name and I still have it. It’s the most precious gift somebody could have given to me.

Mamori is a clever girl. Knowing the other two had no clue about our conversation, she made up a story about me and my needs and in front of what his own eyes could saw, Agon had to give up. I had to stay there, no other questions needed. She taught me everything. Modern language, history, geography, myth, religion, stories. She taught me how to deal with slaves, servants, priests, chiefs. Properly, like the god they think I was. Everything was new. Everybody was nice to me. But I was missing something. My instinct struck back. Time passed, a doctor and a priest even fixed the broken wing and since I could even move both of them. That was a miracle. Still, I was missing something. Years later, I was in my prime, only one thing obsessed me at the point I wasn’t able to eat, nor sleep. The flight. The one I’ve never had. I needed to fly to find the One.

Aellis live like animals, they don’t have modesty or shame, but they must love to be at ease. They have to love one single being with all their heart for all their life to be complete. And I was in my prime and I needed it to live, to breath, to feel. I was suffering from vertigo, of course, by my nature was inevitable… I had to find a mate. I asked to Mamori. I constantly ask her if she knew a way, for me, to be in the sky. She never answered, but she understood my nature and my needs and she was suffering with me, in silence. Agon and Gen, too, understood I was not okay at all. The four of us were really good friends, at some point. I love them, of course, but it wasn’t enough. Time passed and I was in despair. I was lonely. I felt solitude again. It was unbearable. I was 19, at least. I was thinner than I should have been, but my features were like the day of my falling. Anyway, Mamori was done. Seeing her personal god and friend suffer like that was too much for her and she chooses to help in every way possible and so Gen and Agon did. One night, she opened the curtains of my room and she told me with really sad, but excited, eyes to take my cloak and be quiet. I followed her until a carriage. Then, everything was too fast for a while. She hugged me, she was crying, I said she was a crybaby and she kissed my forehead telling me to be a good boy. I didn’t understand, I didn’t have words. I didn’t understand what was happening. Inside, I saw my most precious friend after her. Agon was there with his sword. For years I asked, for fun, to let me have it and he- that night, he gave it to me. I don’t remember what he told me, but I remember I asked what was going on. And I remember his words. “We sold you for your own happiness.”

The trip was the longest I’ve ever done since my falling. It was exciting, even if both Agon and Gen didn’t want to tell me what we were doing or where we were going. I accepted my faith, anyway. I was asleep when everything stopped and I woke up. I was frail, weak, the tremors of the ride were insane and I refused to eat. I was on the 13th of self-starvation. Yes, my body was tired to suffer and I was starting to die, no biggie, went there and did that already when I was a chicken, remember? Agon took me in his arms and I strengthened my grip on his sword. I saw the entrance of a cave, rocks covered in sand. The Witch in the Cave. It was a story for children. Far away from Penumbra, a witch lives in a cave and eat the bad children who don’t listen to their parents.

« …the witch exists? »

I whispered in the night and nobody said a word, then I fell asleep for the fatigue.

Funny how every new plot twist of my life starts with an awakening in a new place. That time wasn’t different from the last one. I woke up and I stared at a ceiling I’ve never seen. No curtains. But a nice smell in the smoky air that surrounded me. I moved a little and a voice…

« Don’t move, you are dying. »

« See if I care at this point. »

I hissed with my eyes closed. That voice was… nice. Even if I were not inclined to see some obvious remarks about my situation, it sounded sweet in my ears.

« I care. I was waiting for you. »

The voice was still so sweet, so caring. I tried to open my eyes but the owner of the voice threw some kind of fabric on my face because I couldn’t open my eyes at all. I was too weak to move.

« Where are Agon and Gen? »

« Safe. Almost home, I suppose. Drink. »

A soft hand was under my head and I smelled a strangely familiar scent. I know, now, that scent was the scent of home. I drank from a bowl placed in front of me and I remembered the leaves of the Tree. Not the leaves drifting down from the sky, but the leaves that were still at their place, on the Tree.

« How- how do you have the leaves? »

« All in due time, Yoichi. »

I drank again. I sensed a drop of water on my chin. Maybe in the cave there was some infiltration of the roots. Then I fell asleep again, against my will.

I can’t remember how many days went by, at that point. Maybe a week, maybe more. All I know is that I was slowly feeling better. I had the fabric over my eyes most of the time, but I had the nice voice to ease my suffering and alleviate my boredom. It was working. It shouldn’t, but it was working for real. The voice told me I was weak for not eating in the right way for years, not only for the absence of his mate. It told me that the absence of the mate is an unbearable pain but it isn’t deadly at all; in fact, when you suffer for the Absence, you stop aging until you find the one. One day I asked why I had to stay with my eyes closed and why I couldn’t know his name. He smiled. I know he smiled, at the time.

« Because your body is not ready. »

I started to ask if I was ready, every day. Obnoxious.

At last, his answer was “yes”. My heart skipped a beat. I was strong, at that point. I knew I could move and I finally did. I removed the fabric, still with my eyes closed I just sit and I stretched my wings a bit with a crooked smile. Then, I opened them and- No words can describe that sensation. No words can explain my tears, my feeling at that moment. In front of me there was the one. My only one. My mate. My ally. My love. He was standing in the middle of the cave and he was so beautiful I couldn’t stand the sight. I clutched my head for a moment, I closed my eyes. I looked at him again. His red eyes, his blonde hair, he was the one I was ready to be devoted to. I didn’t care about other details. The second after, I was there to hug him with my wings. I had closed my eyes again and I was crying, smelling his scent and caressing him with my head.

« My name is Terumi. »

Just a whisper in my ears and I took some space to look into his beautiful eyes.

« I love you. »

« I know. »

« How this thing works? »

« I’m not sure, but I- I love you too. »

My heart still hurts after all this time, if I think about it. The joy was unbearable just like the pain. It’s crazy, I love him in the same way even now. But at that time, I just kissed him and everything was perfect. Until I realize something. After the first kiss of my life, the first thing I said was full of disconcertment;

« But you don’t have wings. »

And his smile. His perfect smile. I don’t care about the wings if I can have that smile.

« I had. »

Terumi stepped back escaping his wings and with his human arms, he took off his vest and turned around, revealing two scars on the shoulder. They were huge, almost gross. I couldn’t care less, actually. I was wondering just if I was allowed to love a human, but nothing was more important than that smile. I kissed him again, and again. I’ve never stopped.

Terumi was an Aellis. He was an Aellis from another Tree, another nest. He has been without a mate for the longest time, in his Tree, for so long he waited. A life. Another life. He lost the count of his years. He was so desperate he just descended the tree and once he was on the Ground, he was captured by a group of nomads. There wasn’t a religion, in that area of the desert, he was just a strange slave. They tortured him, they took away his wings and his claws. Anyway, his physical pain wasn’t worse than the other one. A few seconds later he was saved by another group of nomads. They practiced the arts of witchcraft. And they saved him like he was a mere human. He was wingless and still alive. He stuck with them until the group died of old age and stayed with the last one in the cave. She told him that Destiny has its way. And so he waited. Even after the death of the old witch, and he took her place. He waited. Until Mamori found him, looking for the witch who maybe could do something for her friend, for her god. Against her own faith, against her own rules, he was there to ask the witch to help, because she had an Allies who was suffering and her religion wasn’t enough. He told her to bring the Allies to his cave soon before it was too late. And so she did.

This is my story. From that, it starts ours. I always tell our story, the bright and beautiful one. The one in which we return to Penumbra, the one filled with love and happiness, near my family, my people, near my love, never again in a nest of solitude. But this is my last story, the ugly one, with a bit of his story. I’ll be dead soon. My love is already gone and so I have to. Don’t be sad about me, because I can’t wait to be his wings again.

//I’m too tired to say something, now. I’m done, I’m going to sleep. Somewhere it’s still the 18 of Agust

I DID IT

ENJOY

(A lot of this are missing and I’m not happy, this whole world was worthy of some other details, sigh. Maybe later. Also, the last part is too rushed and it shows. Not happy at 100%, but still. A bit proud. )

#afuhirumonth2019 #hiruma yoichi #afuro terumi #inazuma eleven #eyeshield 21 #fanfiction #crossover #au #harpies #bad at tagging #avian

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zalk909192 · 5 years

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This is the kind of missing moment I miss.

Sigh. They are too beautiful and Hiruma in your hands is perfect!

<3 <3

His Wings

AFUHIRU MONTH

DAY TWO: Wings RATING: Green TAGS: introspection, missing moments, true love AO3 LINK: HERE

Continua a leggere

#afuhirumonth2019 #missing moment #love #it's just the second day and i'm already in a full crisis

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zalk909192 · 5 years

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I’m feeling so guilty, rn

Waiting for Them

AFUHIRU MONTH

DAY ONE: New Beginnings RATING: Green TAGS: bittersweet, introspection AO3 LINK: HERE

Continua a leggere

#roleplay is suffer #angst is real #eyeshield 21 #inazuma eleven #afuro terumi #hiruma yoichi #afuro terumi / hiruma yoichi #afuhiru #my love #my wings

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New Beginnings

AfuHiru Month - 17.08.19

Day One_ New Beginnings Rating_ All What’s in here?_ college au, first sight attraction, a first date at the horizon, softies Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

Hiruma wasn’t a piece of cake.

He was obnoxious, exaggerated, over the top, noisy, and mostly illegal in every aspect of his life.

That had to change.

If he was willing to have a damn career in the damn agonistic football, he had to get rid of the old habits.

He entered in college like he was on top of the world, and he was ad he still was nowadays, but you can’t enter the real world of respectable adults with a machine gun loaded with blanks on the shoulder and expect laud for your extreme raging behaviour.

He needed to calm the fuck down.

Just a bit.

And maybe he should have really set free all the slaves in the agenda.

For now.

Three years in college were gone in a blink of an eye and so he reached the end of the “I do what the fuck I want” period of his life.

First move, move all of his money to multiple bank account overseas and play dumb about his wealth.

Second move, burn all the fake contracts he stipulated with fake names. No more houses and property, not a single one. His beloved first house was his brother’s anyway, now.

Third move, no gambling. Unless it was for fun, then he could do whatever he wanted. He had to survive one way or another.

Fourth move, being an obnoxious, exaggerated, over the top, noisy, and innocent young man.

With a plain life, a plain campus room, a plain schedule.

And no weapons.

He was feeling so exposed since the day he buried his magnum.

Anyway, his room was a single one, thanks to the Lord, and he finished to drag by himself the last box with just a few things inside, like his Devil Bats helmet and some papers.

In front of the door he was trying to reach the key of the room hanging by his belt, but he just lost the grip on the box and everything felled to the ground. He cursed in such a lovely manner that some guys turned their heads to see what happened as his helmet rolled to the feet of a guy not far away from him.

He saw a pair of hands picking up the helmet and then a pair of shoes approaching.

He looked up and for a moment he was pretty confused by the vision.

He was a freshman. Slim figure, a bit of a midget – but almost everyone was a midget to him –, long blond hair, red eyes, pretty nose, and a look on his face that resembled his: confused and maybe suspicious.

« Hiruma-san? »

« Do I know you? »

He stood up again looking at him like something was missing and clearly, it was.

Hiruma took the helmet the stranger – or not so stranger? – was handing him and lean it on your shoulders with two fingers. The box was sadly forgotten at their feet.

Then, the blondie chuckles and Hiruma snapped his fingers:

« You are my brother’s friend. Afuro, right? »

Terumi Afuro, Afuro’s group, richer than hell and heaven combined, a friend of his brother Akio Fudo since middle school. They met each other for the first time when one of them was a pip and the other one was an equally a pip just taller and not eager to spend time with his little brother’s friends. Actually, it was a miracle he let them go inside his house at the time.

Well, they weren’t pips anymore, but Afuro was still a bit of a midget. An attractive one, he could see it. A fine piece of-

« Yes, Afuro Terumi. It’s nice to meet you again, Hiruma-san. »

Afuro bowed and Hiruma was fast to roll his eyes with a quiet puff.

« No need to be formal, drop the san, please. Are you a freshman here? I thought that rich kids were all about studying abroad, these days. »

« In summer of course, yes. And yes again, it’s my first day here. I’m the room next to you, I suppose. »

Afuro’s smile was stunning. First-class smile and he had, just like any mixed blood, two beautiful smiling eyes. Ha had an actual eyelid. Hiruma could see already how many young hearts he was going to break in his life. And the same Hiruma could tell he’d already started with a glance only.

« Sorry to have suggested otherwise, then, but “room” is such a big word. It’s more like a deposit. »

Picking up the box, Hiruma finally opened the door and showed without shame the absolute mess that there was inside.

A lot of boxes poorly stacked up on the floor, desk, and bed. Pieces of a wannabe library that Hiruma moved from the old house he had, and a lot of videocassettes packed with some rope, at least one hundred.

Afuro laughed again, a soft chuckle like a summer breeze, and went to the door to see the chaos.

« You must be at least a fourth year! Where did you live until now? »

« Fourth-year indeed. I was in a house near the university itself. But I need to be where the team is. »

« Right, football. The Commander from Hell. What an appropriate name. »

Again, another lovely chuckle and Hiruma could have bet he glanced at his ears. He grinned, just to show also his sharp teeth. Afuro seemed to make his eyes thinner and Hiruma didn’t mind it at all.

« They call me that. I’m innocent until proven guilty. »

« I bet you made it up yourself years ago. »

« Prove it. »

They shared a similar crooked smile and they looked at each other until it started to be awkward.

« So… I have to meet with my tutor. I don’t want to be late. Anyway… »

The natural blond one hesitated, Hiruma was waiting while leaning to the door jamb nonchalantly.

« Do you need help with your stuff? Maybe I can help you to sort it out... »

Of course, he couldn’t. Nobody had the right to touch his stuff, not even in a million years.

« Some of my guys will be here anyway to give me a hand. It’ll be over in two hours. I have a lot of spare time and you are a freshman, I can show you the place. It sounds pretty lame, but what about dinner? »

« Only if I can choose the place and I can pay for both of us. »

« You shouldn't, but I like to be surprised.

« Deal? »

« Deal. »

Wait. How the fuck that just happened? Hiruma didn’t know, but he was thinking about it it couldn’t be a bad idea. Afuro had something, in his eyes. Something he couldn’t resist and he didn’t even try to name it. It was like a fire was burning quietly in there, a fire that pushed him to know him.

Was it a date? A generic night out? Was there... four years gap? He was sure about nothing, still, he knew for sure it didn't seem like a bad idea since he was sure both of them were adult.

The gum in his mouth popped.

Yoichi took a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote down his number, passing it to Afuro.

He went away with a slightly different smile on his lips and the number in his hand.

One minute later Hiruma was alone in the messy room, swearing and complaining about how small it was and how much he’ll miss his old house near the principal building.

He sighed, then he thought about that thing that happened with a pip he’d never thought he’d meet ever again.

Vibration. Hiruma took the cellphone out of his pocket and it was Fudo, bragging about school.

Well. Maybe he should say to Akio what was going on. Since sooner or later, he'd like to fuck with his friend.

Fudo picked up the call instantly, still disappointed in Teikoku High School.

Some old venting, it'd never end.

Boring. Hiruma had something more interesting to say.

« Ohi, banana head. Is it ok if I start going out, and maybe making out, and eventually have sex with a friend of yours? »

Silence.

Three seconds of silence later, Akio was already screaming:

« Don’t you dare touch Tsunami with your filthy hands! »

« Actually, it’s Afuro. »

Another silence. Even for longer than before.

« Mh. »

« So? »

« Well, I mean. Ok. »

« Ok? »

« Yeah, I said ok. He can handle you, I guess. »

« …what do you mean with- »

« I have to go, don’t fuck it up, I don’t want to choose sides between the sweetest friend and my awful brother. Bye. »

He stared at the screen phone like it was a ghost.

What the fuck was happening, that day, seriously.

Why Afuro was a pass and Tsunami -only god knows what he eats to be so gorgeous- was a “Begone, Satan”?

He sighed and stared at the ceiling, lying on his new bed.

A smile on his face. The bubble gum popped again.

Boxes left apart, his new plain life was starting not bad at all.

#afuhirumonth2019 #hiruma yoichi #afuro terumi #inazuma eleven #eyeshield 21 #fanfiction #crossover #au #what if #college #firstsightattraction

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