I read somewhere saying that Naru is based on a real person according to Ono-sensei. I was wondering if you knew anything seeing as you research quite a lot about Ghost Hunt. It'd be very surprising and awesome to know if that person existsđŻ
Hello! I would like to apologize for the extreme lateness of this since I havenât checked my inbox for so long. đ But anyway, YES! Naru and Gene are based on a real person/people. They are possibly based on and/or named after Andrew Jackson Davis, a spiritualist. His name, which can be shortened to A.J., is probably where Gene got the J.A. on his English name. Naru on the other hand could be based on and named after Edgar Cayce , a researcher (for the E.C. in his English name), too. đ
Hello may I request a headcanon of how the brothers or maybe even the side datebles would react to an Mc who likes to slide down hallways like when the floor is smooth surface and you run and slide in your socks on it (if you donât understand what Iâm talking about I apologize if I dont make sense)
No problem at all! I regularly slide down hallways and floors too! Thanks a lot for requesting, I hope you enjoy these!!
LUCIFER
Slow down there MC ! Unless you want to break a cursed vase or a bone...
MC always striked him as the serious type, the one who would get his brothers in order, not add to the chaos! Is this how humans walk now, huh?!
One time he was calmly sitting in the living room chewing on a Princess's poison apple, the basket having been hidden with some trouble from Beel, and here came MC, sliding down the hallway with a 'whee'!
He was dumbstruck for a moment, as never in his life he had seen such an...eccentric way of having fun.
Lucifer at first scolded them as he was worried they might injure themselves, but it soon became clear they weren't going to listen. A 'no sliding down the hallway' rule needs to be imposed....
And when Satan and Belphegor got to know that Lucifer was annoyed by these actions- oh boy, whenever Lucifer now calls for Belphegor or Satan, they ALWAYS come sliding down the hallways with socks on.
That wasn't even the worst. Imagine his horror when MC, Belphegor and Satan came sliding down the hallway when Lord Diavolo had come to visit...and their socks had some questionable designs...
MAMMON
Woah there, MC! Ya could get hurt! Oh wait, this is fun!
The first time MC had done this Mammon was gaping at them. Although, he himself tried it in the privacy of his room, and now Mammon loves it!
MC and him regularly slide down the hallways and whichever parts of the house has a smooth floor, which are a lot! But one time he wasn't looking in front of him and did not notice the vase in his way...it was Lucifer's favourite....
Mammon was hanged upside down for two days straight while MC was let off the hook easily.Not fair! Lucifer has gone soft!...shh...don't tell Luci that...
He enjoyed watching when the Anti- Lucifer League came sliding down the hallway when Lord Diavolo had come to visit, the look of horror on Lucifer's face was too tempting to not laugh at! Although a glare had shut him up real quick..
LEVIATHAN
Normies gonna norm
When MC slide down the hallways in front of Levi he stared at them with a bored expression AND slide down the hallways at an even faster speed than them while looking MC in the eye.
Competition is UP! Levi and MC now regularly have races to see who can slide down hallways and smooth floors faster. But it has its downsides.
One time when they and Levi were sliding and too distracted by laughing and giggling at their own antics, they failed to notice Beel standing in the common room, munching on his sandwich.
And that day when the trio came sliding down the hallway with those socks ...Levi would have worn Ruri-chan themes socks but that design was hilarious!
They collided with a BANG and who fell down? Leviathan and MC. Beelzebub is built like a tank. He merely turned around and was concerned as to why they were lying on the floor...
SATAN
What is this new way of having fun?
Just like Lucifer, he was concerned that MC might fall and injure themselves or break something, bone or vase, although he had smiled at their antics.
The first MC slid down the hallways in front of Lucifer, his face was worth taking a photo of. After getting classes at floor sliding from MC, he is now an expert and regularly comes sliding down the hallways and smooth floors whenever Lucifer is around.
Belphegor gets roped in too, after all, he's a valuable member of the Anti-Lucifer League, and now the three of them slide down hallways and floors at random times during the day.
But the most fun they had was the day Lucifer's boyfriend...ahem..Lord Diavolo had come to visit. Satan had custom socks made for the three of them, with chibi images of Lord Diavolo and Lucifer imprinted on it, with hearts.
ASMODEUS
MC, you could get hurt!
Asmodeus was concerned that MC might fall and injure themselves, but seeing Levi and Satan slide down the hallways with MC like ballerinas made him want to try it out too!
But he failed on the first try and face-planted on the floor...and ran to his room, claiming the dirt on the floor would damage his precious skin...
But Asmodeus enjoys watching their antics with an amused grin, and he was the one who had taken a video of MC and Levi colliding into the wall known as Beel.
And the day the trio came sliding down the hallway, much to the horror of Lucifer..don't tell anyone, but Asmo was the one who had designed those socks!
BEELZEBUB
MC, please slow down.
This baby was genuinely concerned for MC's well-being, and wasn't a stout supporter of MC sliding trips.But..he was the one who moved most of the furniture out of the way for MC to have a clear path to slide on, after being bribed with sixty chimera burgers, if course!
But who is he to stop their antics when Lucifer couldn't? He eventually warns them to look both ways while sliding, and often clears furniture and objects out of the way for MC, even without bribery sometimes.
When Levi and MC collided with him Beel felt nothing. He turned around only to see Leviathan and MC groaning on the ground...
Belphegor is roped into floor sliding too now..despite Beel's pleading to not injure themselves....they still landed up in trouble when they slid down the hallway with those peculiar socks...
BELPHEGOR
Huh? What's this? Too strenuous.Oh wait, Lucifer is annoyed by this! Let's do this!
The first time MC came sliding down the hallway he merely stared at them with one eye open, them promptly closed it, and fell asleep.
Although he won't admit he was amused. But when MC's particular way of commuting through the house annoyed Lucifer to no end, he also took upon himself to learn and annoy him.
Satan, MC and Belphegor now regularly slide down smooth floors and hallways, just for fun and giggles, and also to annoy Lucifer, despite Beel's pleas.
And when the trio slid down the hallways with those socks during 'Lord' Diavolo's visit... Lucifer's face was priceless!
DIAVOLO
Is this a way that humans commute and have fun? Teach me, MC!
He was introduced to the sport of floor-sliding on the day he visited the House Of Lamentation and the trio came sliding down the hallway. Lucifer should be happy he has such fun inhabitants! The castle gets boring sometimes..
And that sock design was so cute! Why didn't Lucifer like it, he wonders....
BARBATOS
Diavolo took classes on floor-sliding from MC , and now whatever little free time he has is spent sliding across the smooth floors of his castle. He had Barbatos fold the carpets and remove the furniture so that he could slide easily. Speaking of Barbatos, his butler has mixed feelings on this...
Why MC, just why?
Watching MC and the brothers slide across the floor was amusing, but when his Lord took a liking to it....oh dear...
Diavolo had Barbatos clear the furniture and fold the carpets for a clear sliding area. And poor Barbatos was worried on seeing his Lord indulge in such childish antics...as he now spent most of his time sliding rather than doing paperwork!
And the Demon King forbid Diavolo starts sliding down the hallways at RAD....
Don't tell anyone, but Barbatos rarely slides across the floor, even if he does, he does so with the grace and poise of a ballerina!
SIMEON
Huh..? I'm glad you're having fun!
He had heard from Solomon about how MC, Satan and Belphegor came sliding down the hallway with some..peculiar socks during Lord Diavolo's visit, the information which was in turn fed to Solomon from Asmodeus.
Simeon giggled and wondered about the troubles and antics his little lamb was getting themselves into...until the day MC came sliding across the hallway at Purgatory Hall.
He chided them to be careful but watched with an amused grin all the same. But he was concerned how such behaviour of MC's would influence Luke...
LUKE
MC! YOU COULD GET HURT!
The first time MC came sliding down at Purgatory Hall he watched with amusement and admiration like a child does on seeing a colourful display of toys.
MC had teased him about trying floor sliding with them but Luke had huffed and refused, stating he was not a child and would never indulge in such antics.
Moresoever, sliding down the hallways with demons?! They could push MC down!
Luke seemed to dislike it until the day he was caught sliding in his room by Simeon...
SOLOMON
Fufufu..join me sometimes, MC.
You bet Solomon knows the art of sliding across floors and hallways,although he never indulged in it, until he heard about the 'incident' from Asmodeus. He wishes he was there to see the delightful expression on Lucifer's face!
And that video of MC and Leviathan colliding with Beel...that got thousands of likes on Devilgram...
Him and the trio now regularly slide across floors together! Much to Lucifer and Simeon's chagrin...
And that day he got to know that Luke was caught sliding in his room....oh, the teasing!
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[Warning]: The content of this MQ is explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.
[T/N: if you havenât listened to the voice dubbing yet, yâall are seriously missing out!! I can't even begin to describe all the noises, like thereâs just so much going on! Xia Lei (his CN VA) absolutely NAILED itâlike, the way he blends XM anger at himself, that raw possessiveness, the obsession, and the breathlessness??? Itâs insanely good and ridiculously sexy jnhadsjnhadjadjadjn]
As expected, everything has been thoroughly taken care of by Lucien.
Upon seeing on the laptop that the embassy had already contacted the local government to carry out the rescue operation, the last bit of unease in my heart vanished into thin air.
Thinking of how Lucien told me not to wander around, I simply grab one of his books to read and wait for him in the room.
Before I realize it, the light of setting sun slants, casting its glow onto the coffee table. Amid my drowsiness, my phone suddenly rings.
MC: Are you done with work?
Lucien: Mm. Are you doing okay?
MC: Iâm fine. I was just reading the book you left on the sofa, but itâs so abstruse I almost fell asleep.
Lucien: To be honest, Iâve dozed off on that book more than a few times myself too.
As we chat and laugh, I stroll to the balcony under the slowly fading glow of the sunset.
Lucien: I should be back very soon.
MC: Then Iâll check whatâs left in the fridge and see what I can cook. Maybe I can cook a big hodgepodge~
I smile as I hang up the phone and look up, only to see the same little bird from this morning still perched on the eaves.
âNo different from the scene I saw before.
It still preening its feathers, never stopping for even a second, nor ever lifting its head.
It's as if it were a lifeless shadow, mechanically repeating the same motions repeatedly.
A chill spreads through my heart, and I unconsciously feel a bit of panic. Suddenly, I notice that the scene before me carries an absurd sense of repetitionâ
At times, a passerby would cross to the end of the street only to abruptly reappear on the other side.
The distant edges of the city also seem indescribably blurred, as if detached from reality, carved apart by dividing borders.
I try to calm down and cautiously push open the door.
The dark-colored walls on either side are clean yet monotonous, showing no signs of anything unusual.
After thinking about it, I step through the doorway. But the farther I walk, the more cold sweat seeps down my back.
There is no elevator here nor any emergency exit.
The dim corridor seems endless, with the same unchanging scenery stretching ahead and behind.
As my nerves gradually tighten, I suddenly catch sight of a warm yellow light at the end of the corridor.
I immediately run toward itâ
Until that glow envelops me, and I freeze in place.
I find myself back in the room again.
The space that once felt reassuring now makes me feel like I canât breathe.
Even though Iâve experienced similar situations before, I still canât help but wonder⊠could all of this be nothing more than a fleeting hallucination* inside my mind?
But the voice I just heard was gentle and real, and the spot where he lay still retains a faint warmth.
??(Lucien): âŠMCâŠ
I keep comforting myself not to fall into post-traumatic stress. Lucien said he is here conducting research, maybe this strange phenomenon is also related to his work.
?? (Lucien): MC, are you okay?
In a daze, a warm palm seems to lift me from the depths of the sea, bringing me back to the surface.
I blink and suddenly see Lucien standing before me, his face filled with worry as he cups my cheeks. I have no idea when he got there.
MC: LucienâŠ
Lucien: Are you feeling unwell anywhere?
I open my mouth, momentarily at a loss. Lucien immediately pulls me into a tighter embrace.
Lucien: It's my fault.
Lucien: You're not in a good state right now. I should have spent more time with you.
Lucien: Itâll be over soon, just hold on a little longer. Soon⊠weâll be able to go home together.
His warmth presses against me, enveloping my whole body. I take a deep breath and gently pat him.
MC: Donât worry, Lucien. Iâm fine.
Looking at his raised face, I feel a pang of heartache as I brush over his slightly bloodshot eyes. Tentatively, I ask him.
MC: Are you working on some kind of Evol-related research?
Lucien: Why do you ask?
MC: Maybe I'm overthinking it⊠but I can't shake the feeling that everything outside this room seems unreal.
He seems startled for a moment, his entire figure hidden in the shadows.
Heavy emotions surge within his dark eyes as he presses his forehead to mine, swallowing my whole reflection into them.
Lucien: Then do you think Iâm unreal?
MC: Of course not!
MC: I just... suddenly discover that the corridor outside the door seems endless, so...
Lucien: I see.
He gently takes my hand and leads me outside. We move smoothly through the corridor, take the elevator, and leave the apartment without any trouble.
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The night is quiet, and there are hardly any people along the way.
Seeing my stunned expression, Lucien smiles and tightens his hold on my hand.
Lucien: I think the best way to comfort you right now is to take a walk, just like we always do.
Lucien: Although this place isnât exactly peaceful, at least this neighborhood is not dangerous.
He pauses for a moment, then continues explaining in a gentle voice.
Lucien: The result I await has nothing to do with Evol. It is an experiment in the field of neuroscience.
Lucien: However, the test samples are extremely fragile and require strict control over variables such as temperature and humidity.
Lucien: Therefore, special devices have been installed near the laboratory to restrict Evol, eliminating interference factors and preserving the samplesâ activity.
I listen thoughtfully, unable to resist asking another question.
MC: ...So what I saw was really an effect of the experiment?
Lucien gives a noncommittal smile, adjusting my scarf snugly before we continue walking through the quiet neighborhood.
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In the following days, Lucien maintains a highly regular work schedule and calls me every now and then.
I have a vague feeling that my accident, combined with my previous state, may have truly frightened him badly. He seems even more attentive to me than before.
I put down the book in my hands and look toward the door again.
Actually, Iâve tried going out on my own since then, but for some reason, whenever Iâm alone, I end up circling back to where I startedâ
As if Iâm trapped inside the room.
The vague sense of confinement only makes me even more curious about what Lucien is really doing, so I start searching around.
Before long, I found a report on the Holden Research Institute, which seems to contain a list of personnel and medication records.
As my eyes scan the unfamiliar faces, they all appear ordinary and unremarkable.
Until a familiar face enters my sight, making my eyes widen in shockâ
The captain of my flight is among them!
Reading through the information, I find that the captain turns out to be a retired soldier. He has been taking this medication long-term to treat post-war trauma.
The records also show that the drug has a small probability of causing neurasthenia, emotional intensification, and even brief episodes of shockâŠ
I involuntarily break out in a cold sweat as I see these peopleâs data being continuously recorded and updated, even as recently as two weeks ago.
.
.
.
Lucien: Are you saying that the pilot responsible for the accident is on this medication record list?
MC: âŠYes.
When Lucien returns that day, I hesitate but eventually tell him about my discovery.
He sits on the sofa, not saying a word for a long time, his entire being sinking into some kind of heavy and terrifying silence.
Lucien: âŠIt seems there really is no need to continue with them.
Lucien: I will put an end to all of this as soon as possible.
He flicks his fingertips, tossing the stack of data reports into the fireplace.
As the flames burn, the charred traces seem to reach all the way into his eyes.
Somehow, I seem to see even darker emotions burning within them, and I can't resist reaching out to stroke his cheek.
MC: Lucien, are you okay?
Lucien: [quietly] ...MC, are you really here in front of me?
His gaze is deep and distant, yet it firmly holds my gaze in place.
I look at him for a moment, and in that empty gaze, I seem to see a reflection of something similar to myself.
So I move even closer and straddle his lap.
MC: Of course I am. I'm right here with you.
Within his raised gaze, my hand slowly glides toward his sharp jawline.
The artery on the side of his neck subtly swells with each swallow, and with every heartbeat, they pulse steadily yet distinctly beneath my fingertips.
I slightly tilt my face downward, leaning in closer to him. My lips gently graze his, coaxing them to part ever so slightly.
He stares without blinking, watching as in our mingling breaths, my tongue tentatively flicks out to softly lick his upper lip.
It is a test, a touch, and also a reassurance.
I swirl my tongue around his, while Lucien simply follows along, letting himself be led by me.
I can clearly see the corners of his eyes gradually tinged with red, while the pulse at the side of his neck throbs with escalating intensity.
MC: Lucien, tell me, am I in front of you?
Lucien: [gasping for breaths] Yes. You are in front of me.
His voice also seems to catch fire, burning over, searing into his neck as it arches even further, tracing a suggestive arc.
His indulgence unleashes me boundlessly. I canât help but venture even closer to his breath, brushing past the scorching heat of his chest, trailing all the way downward.
MC: Then... are you in front of me?
Amid the overflowing sultry heat, I canât stop myself from lifting my body and pushing things further by settling on top of him.
A muffled, unbearable groan slips past his lips. His hand instinctively tightens on my waist, pulling me even closer to him.
Lucien: [breathlessly] âŠYes⊠I am in front of you.
His heartbeat seems to throb inside my body, and mine does too.
Countless trembles surge and collide through the bloodstream, even the instinctive sighs spilling from our lips becoming tangled together.
At some point, the fire in the hearth dims, and the dim light of the night blurs into a chaotic and ambiguous interplay of light and shadow.
I can feel his whole body relaxing, and I canât help but hold him even tighter.
MC: How wonderful, Lucien. You're here by my side.
In the darkness, Lucien stays silent for a moment. Only after what feels like an eternity does his reply drift slowly through the air.
Lucien: [whispers lowly] Why are you the one offering comfort now... shouldnât it be me?
MC: Because... even though Iâm the one whoâs scared, you seem to be afraid of something too.
Lucien: But you should have more important questions to ask me.
Lucien: You should ask me why that drug list is here, or evenâŠ
Lucien: Ask whether any of this could possibly be connected to me.
His calm question carries an indescribable scrutiny and simmering anger, leaving me momentarily stunned.
Only now do I belatedly realize the implication of his words. I had almost instinctively not linked Lucien to this matter.
MC: But this drug is essentially used to treat stress-related trauma?
MC: There must be flaws in the screening process that allowed someone taking this medication to become a captain...?
MC: And even if we take a huge step back, if this drug really is connected to you, itâs not like you caused the crash to happen.
MC: As Professor Lucien would usually say, this is just a low-probability event. A mere accident.
Lucien: I donât like this kind of accident.
He speaks with a stubborn edge, his tone even somewhat stiff and cold.
Like a butterfly with fluttering wings, the massive waves it stirred up should never have crashed upon me.
I only find him endearing and can't resist wanting to peck the corner of his lips.
But in the next second, Iâm suddenly picked up. The world spins, and amidst the dizzying whirl, my body is pinned against the sofa in a position difficult to break free from.
My cheek pressed against the cushion, making me unable to see Lucienâs expression at this moment.
With each breath I can sense the fine texture of the fabric, carrying a hint of warmth yet also a subtle, constraining sense of oppression.
Lucien: I donât like accidents taking you to places I donât know about.
Lucien: I also donât like accidents making you go through things Iâm unaware of.
Lucien: I dislike it even more when accidents leave bruises that don't belong to me on your body.
As his words trail off, one of his hands seems to trace along my wrist, gliding up my arm to my shoulder, neck, and back.
His burning fingertips travel all the way down my spine, and I can only feel his touch, my body instinctively letting out a trembling shudder.
Lucien: It almost made you disappear.
I feel a firm and increasingly invasive dominant pressure pressing against me from behind, making me bite down my lower lip.
But before I can even utter a word, Lucien overwhelms me almost instantly.
It's as if we're two sheets of dampened paper, growing so wet that we seep into each other.
Without realizing it, we become more and more soaked, until we seem to meld into a single sheet.
I feel as if I've sunk into a deep daze, only aware of him holding me even tighter, pulling me back into his embrace again and again, each time closer than before.
Lucien: MC, you should be angry.
Waves of tingling pleasure continuously spread down my spine, and his voice, filled with frustration, reaches me in a hazy blur.
A dizzy haze endlessly clouds my mind, and I instinctively bite down on a gasp, unable to stop myself from turning my head to look at him.
His face is shrouded in shadows, making his expression even more obscure and harder to discern.
MC: [worriedly] Do you want me to be angry?
Lucien: I donât know.
He quietly half-kneels there, his voice particularly low and subdued.
MC: Are you trying to punish yourself this way?
MC: Youâre angry at yourself, arenât you?
He still doesn't say anything. He only leans down, pressing his body even deeper into mine. At the same time, his fingers slip between mine, locking our hands together with even more force.
A long time passes before I finally hear his voice from behind me.
Lucien: I almost... lost you again.
The word âagainâ sinks into my heart, sending a painful ache through me.
MC: Lucien, I want to see you.
MC: Let me see how you are, okay?
Though he doesnât retreat even half a step, he still yields to my request.
Slowly, he turns me around, finally letting me see his eyes.
Dark. Frenzied. Profoundly raw.***
Too many indescribable emotions surge in those eyes, rising like sky-high waves, sweeping me along with them.
MC: You havenât lost me, Lucien.
What answers me is an even more scorching kiss. My heartbeat remains restless and shaky.
Lucien: Yes⊠I wonât give myself another chance to lose you.
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[T/N]
I don't add much description for the sexc lines bc it'll end up with wall of text,once again I really recommend y'all to listen and experience the emotions yourself!-
*: "è”°é©ŹçŻ" (zÇu mÇ dÄng) literally refers to a lantern with a carousel of paper horses that rotate due to convection. Metaphorically, it describes rapid and fleeting, or dreamlike scenes, often used to depict sbâs life flashing before their eyes in near-death moments.
**: "ç„ç»èĄ°ćŒ±" (shĂ©n jÄ«ng shuÄi ruĂČ) is literally translated to "weak nerves"/ "neurasthenia" in English. While uncommon in the West, it remains recognized in some Asian countries. Itâs considered a persistent mental disorder characterized by symptoms such as weakness, emotional disturbances, excitement, tension-induced pain, and sleep disturbances caused by ânerve weaknessâ.
***: They use three words to describe the emotions in his eyes: æŠæ (huĂŹ Ă n), çŻç (fÄng kuĂĄng), and æ·±ć (shÄn qiĂš).
æŠæ (huĂŹ Ă n) isnât just "dark" but also shadowed and obscure, like he is trying to conceal the intense depth of his emotions rather than express them outright.
çŻç (fÄng kuĂĄng) is an unrestrained madness, distinct from his usual ćæ§ (piÄn zhĂ/obsessive fixation). çŻç (fÄng kuĂĄng) combines two words, çŻ (fÄng) which means ââcrazyâ or âinsaneâ; and ç (kuĂĄng), which means âunrestrainedâ or âfrantic.' so this word is the more chaotic and uncontrolled madness compared to ćæ§ (piÄn zhĂ) which is more about his controlled madness from his fixation/obsession (whether about his research or mc-).
æ·±ć (shÄn qiĂš) combines "æ·±" (deep) and "ć" (cut/slice), usually used to convey the most sincere emotions. The way I interpret it is that his profound, raw emotions and vulnerabilities are fully exposed, like his heart being laid bare after getting cut open.
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3:00 AM.
Monochrome liquid flows through a blood-collecting device into the vacuum tube as Lucien slightly loosens his tightly clenched fingers.
High-speed metal instruments hum without pause while the surrounding screens flash with streams of dataâshifting graphs and numbers reflected in pairs of focused and urgent eyes.
Lucien shifts his gaze to the clock on the wall and speaks in a cold voice.
Lucien: We still need to make up eight hours.
After speaking, he tosses the cotton swab used to press against his vein into the trash. He removes his clothes and, assisted by the researchers, puts on monitoring equipment and a respirator before lying down in the experimental chamber.
According to his calculations, the data samples were originally expected to reach No. 58 today, leaving at most 39 hours until the No. 63 that he needed.
But an accident still happened. In his anxiety, he used space folding to bring the girl back to his room from the ruins.
Rationality told him he shouldnât have done it. But he was desperate to confirm her real existence, to wash away the dirt and wounds that had tainted her.
Or rather, he had truly felt a certain fear, one that made it impossible for him to calmly leave her in any situation where another accident could occur.
However, the price was that the Evol fluctuations affected the experimental environment, briefly stalling the data progress.
Even the slightest deviation is something Lucien refuses to accept.
If the purpose of accelerating his pace before was to safely obtain the special sample and return to her as soon as possibleâŠ
âŠthen now, he has an even stronger reason to race against time.
Lucien: If any abnormal fluctuations occur during the process, as long as the values donât reach their peak, thereâs no need to pause.
Lucien: Begin the experiment.
Lucien closes his eyes, letting the liquid engulf him.
In a trance, the complicated emotions from moments ago rise even faster than the water, suddenly making it hard for him to breathe.
The moment he realized he hadnât received a message from her reporting her safety, the moment he saw that her flight had lost communication on trendingâ
âonly then did he discover that a heart could contract this severely in an instant.
The stabbing pain in his chest spread along his nerves, making him instinctively furrow his brows and inexplicably take a step forward.
He didnât know where he was going, nor did he even know why he was moving forward.
Perhaps he just didn't want to stay in place, or perhaps it was just a subconscious reflex of self-deception.
Broken pavement carried the lingering charred scent, and severed electrical wires hung down, scraping eerie marks onto the ground.
The world remained as monotonous and colorless as ever, as if this had always been its true color.
After walking aimlessly past several street corners, a streak of bright color crashed into his vision without warning.
She appeared so abruptly, like a grand hallucination, catching him completely off guard.
Lucien instinctively stopped in his tracks.
Suddenly, he recalled a moment from long ago. Beneath the camphor tree in early spring, he had seen that streak of a phantom that seemed almost real.*
Lucien: [gasps] âŠ.
Lucien: It shouldnât be like this.
Even though reason told him that there were countless possibilities that she wouldn't be here, an unreasonable certainty drove Lucien towards his only color.
Beep-beep
Somewhat distant sounds from the equipment scratch at his eardrums, and Lucien knows that the experiment is going smoothly.
It seems he can return to her side soon.
Not much time has passed. She probably wonât notice anything.
But she has always been sharper than he thought. If she picks up on something, what then?
In truth, he dislikes this kind of wavering irresolution and, even more so, the feeling of losing control to accidents.
Accidents are supposed to be challenges and abundant possibilities, not something that leaves him helpless and in a flustered mess like this.
But to ensure the experiment goes smoothly, he has no choice but to accelerate the process. This means he cannot be by her side all the time.
So, he chose the safest method at this stage.
Before leaving his room, he locked her inside a dream.
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*: SOBBING at the every Out of Plan R&S/S1 Chapter 25 referenceâI did not need to be reminded of his hallucination of her after her death every five seconds!! đ Also, oh my god, the constant mentions of his colorblindness and how she's the only color in his world⊠PG really loves twisting the knife for us XM stans huhđđ
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Sure enough, by the next night, Lucien pushes open the door of his room and walks in, calmly picking up the duffel bag he had packed at noon.
Lucien: MC, we should go.
MC: ...Go home? So soon?
Lucien: Yes, but... there might be some complications along the way.
As he speaks, the air outside hums loudly, as if the aftershocks of distant artillery fire continuously ripple through the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, this trembling persisted for almost the entire afternoon, making me slightly uneasy.
Lucien: MC, although I know this is putting you in a bit of a tough spot...
Lucien: But the only way we can evacuate now is by helicopter.
MC: âŠ!
My body nearly trembles on instinct.
But Lucien reacts even faster. He wraps an arm around my waist, his long, narrow eyes gazing deeply at me.
Lucien: I donât want to make you afraid.
Lucien: If there were any better solution, I would never allow something like this to happen.
As he speaks, he holds out his palm toward me. On it lies a single white pill.
Lucien: MC, do you trust me?
Lucien: This is a sedative, and it has a safe composition. When you wake up, the first thing you see will be a safer place.
Boomâ!
An even more intense blast slams through layers of air. This time, even the floor beneath my feet begins to shake faintly.
Looking into those unwavering eyes, I take a deep breath then pick up the pill and the water bottle.
MC: Have you got what you wanted?
Seemingly not expecting that I still have the mind to care about this matter, he freezes briefly, then his eyes crinkle into a smile.
Lucien: Of course, I never break my word.
MC: So, the state Iâll be in after taking it is also within your calculations, right?
Lucien: Yes. Donât worry, Iâll handle everything.
I feel relieved and swallow the white pill in one gulp.
In my dazed state, I suddenly feel a violent tremorâ
At the same time, bursts of explosions ring out one after another, near and far. Itâs as if the entire world is roaring, clamoring to rush toward me.
MC: âŠAh!
I abruptly open my eyes, but my consciousness stays foggy, feeling nothing but the world spinning around me.
Until my vision slowly comes into focus, and I suddenly meet a pair of startled, slightly panicked eyes. My mind blanks out in an instant.
Lucien sits across from me, his face pale. Fresh blood seeps through his tattered shirt, snaking down his body in rivulets.
Each blast of distant artillery fire is carried by the raging wind, thrashing wildly inside the aircraft cabin. In the almost suffocating air pressure, my entire body trembles uncontrollably.
MC: Lucien!
I shout at him, my voice choked as all the unease and pain in my heart burst out at once.
His dark pupils shrink for a split second, but he immediately smiles reassuringly at me. He reaches out his hand toward me as if wanting to caress my cheek.
Brownish blood seeps from the bandaged wound on that well-defined hand, mingled with tiny grains of sand and grit.
Everything happens too suddenly. I stare blankly at the IV tube secured to his arm. As it sways and tugs, I catch a glimpse of faint bloodstains around the needle site on his hand.
Lucien: [comfortingly] MC, I'm fine.
Lucien: Close your eyes...
The howling wind and rain instantly swallow up his voice. I bite my lip hard, fighting to push words through
However, the helicopter suddenly tilts sharply to one side. I instinctively grip my seatbelt tightly, but the intense pulling force nearly overwhelms my shoulders and back.
Every bone in my body feels as if being torn apart, and my brain seems vacuumed of air.
My entire body is deathly stiff in my seat, only my heart pounding violently in my chest.
I can't help but shout at Lucien in front of me.
MC: Lucien! You Big Liar!!!
The person across from me freezes for a moment, as if struck by a sudden thought, then immediately shows a faint, particularly conceding smile.
Lucien: [why man sounds so thrilled-] Yes, I'm a big liar. It's all my fault.
MC: You even said it was all within your calculations. Was your injury part of that too?!
Lucien: I donât mean to upset you on purpose, but none of these are serious wounds, so yes, they fall within my calculations.
MC: ...Y-you, stop talking! Donât make me mad!
Lucien: Then just be angry. As long as youâre only mad at me, thatâs fine.
MC: You bad guy!!
As he unintentionally or intentionally fans the flames, those crushing fears are unknowingly pushed out by anger.
By the time I regain my senses, I realize weâve come to a stop on the deck of a cargo shipâ
A foreign man stands not far away, greeting us with a friendly smile.
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The cabin's guest room isnât large, but it has all the essentials. Devoted medical personnel even come in to treat Lucienâs wounds.
Until they leave with the medical kit, I continue to stand not far away, watching him with a pained heart and furrowing my brows.
MC: Does it hurt?
Lucien: Are you still afraid?
The words we speak come out simultaneously, causing us to freeze in the same instant and then share a tacit smile.
Lucien: Hurts a lot, so come hug me, okay?
He knows I can never do anything about him.
I walk up to him, and he wraps his arms around my waist. His fluffy head leans against my chest, and for a moment, it feels like the tension melts away.
MC: âŠSo now you realize you still have me.
Lucien: I canât do it alone, after all. But I canât always rely on you either.
Lucien: Even though I really want to.
Hearing the slightly aggrieved tone in his voice, I feel both exasperated and amused.
MC: If I had stayed asleep, were you planning to hide your injuries?
Lucien: Maybe. I'm sorry, MC.
MC: You big fool, itâs not like Iâm blaming you for getting hurt.
Lucien: I know. Iâm just really sorry for making you wake up early.
Lucien: The dosage of the sedative was precisely calculated by me. You were supposed to wake up only after we landed.
Lucien: But⊠we encountered an unexpected attack during the retreat, which delayed us for a bit.
He explains with excessive seriousness and caution, making my heart ache faintly.
While I've suffered trauma, he seems to have been wounded as well.
Those wounds are hidden in corners I canât see, leaving me with nothing to do but press silent kisses onto his calm face, one after another.
Remembering the foreign man on the deck earlier, I canât help but gently stroke his brows with some concern.
MC: Lucien, can we really trust these people and make it back to Loveland City without any problems?
Lucien: When the helicopter landed, I noticed the Holden Instituteâs insignia on the shipâs stern.
Lucien: On the path from the deck to the guest rooms, a section of the wooden floorboards makes a subtly different sound when stepped on compared to the rest.
Lucien: It is highly possible that he used such a design to transport things he didn't want others to discover easily.
Lucien: Moreover, a considerable amount of this institute's funding comes from underground deals that canât see the light of day.
Lucien: So I deduce that Holden uses this ship to transport collectibles for trade. Of course, the possibility of smuggling weapons canât be ruled out either.
Lucien seems to notice my nervousness and gently places his palm on the back of my hand.
Lucien: More importantly, after the helicopter landed, I discovered an Evol-suppressing device thatâs difficult to detect.
Lucien: Based on my past observations in the lab, I think thereâs a high probability that this ship also carries research samples.
MC: ...Could it be that they also made an emergency transfer while evacuating?
Lucien: We canât be certain yet, but I think they mustâve set quite a few backup plans in place.
MC: âŠWill what they're doing affect your objectives?
Lucien: It will have some impact, but it doesnât matter.
Lucien: I wonât give them the chance. Iâll either find the item or no one will.*
Hearing him say that, I canât help but feel a little worried and instinctively hold his hand.
MC: Let me help you too, okay?
Lucien: [gently whispers] Of course I need your help.
Lucien: I need you to keep staying well by my side and embracing me just like this.
His gentle whispers brush past my fingertips, but I feel a silent rejection and purse my lips a bit unhappily.
MC: Are you still afraid?
MC: Because of what happened before, you just want to put me in the safest place.
He doesnât speak, as if this is yet another form of silent acknowledgment.
Relief and dread are intertwined. Iâve known for a long time that he buries his emotions even deeper than I do, which is why I need to embrace him tighter and for longer.
MC: I admit that the airplane incident scared me out of my mind, and even now, Iâm still shaking.
MC: But I'm also worried that you'll be in danger, though I trust you, believe you can accomplish anything...
MC: Lucien, I want you safely by my side too.
His profound eyes are filled with my reflection. He simply gazes at me for a long time, as if this way he could lock me within them forever.
In the end, Lucien only tilts his head up and kisses me even deeper.
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[T/N]
*: The literal translation of that line is âI will either find the item or take care of/dispose of (it/him/them).â After discussing with Ivi, we decided to take some artistic liberties to capture this vagueness kskssk. The phrase "ć€çæ" (chÇ lÇ diĂ o) is intentionally vague, literally meaning to dispose/take care of something. It's often used when something is taken care of through destruction, removal, or getting rid of something. It could mean heâs simply going to dispose of the item or eliminate the people involved or⊠both đïžđïž
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It was announced today that the Ghost Hunt rewrite novels are getting new paperback editions!
The novelsâ official website has a special message from Fuyumi Ono:
Thank you very much. Â There are now paperbacks. Â They will be easy to carry around and space-saving on top of that. Â It is an old work, but it was my starting point, so I am emotionally attached to it. Â Please have it be your companion in the summer. Â I will be happy if you enjoy it.
So how will it be different from the previous rewrite novels? Â Well, these will be smaller, and they have new covers!
Dang, look at the new covers!
Volumes 1 & 2 are releasing on June 12, 2020.
Volume 3 will be released in September 2020.
Volume 4 will be released in December 2020.
Volume 5 will be released in March 2021.
Volumes 6 & 7 will be released in June 2021.
Also, as the website notes, itâs been about 30 years since the start of the series!! Â Will there be any more new stuff to mark this occasion? Â Who knows! Â But at the very least, a new release means new attention brought to the series, and the releases will span at least a year! Â I dunno about anyone else, but Iâm excited!!
Re-make of "Afloat", digital.
I felt like I had a really good idea with my old copic drawing where Mai was dreamily floating carefree in the air with koi fishes. I still like the old piece, but I really had a vision where she's shining and the fishes were more animated, so here's the new version.
dreaming of the seaside by needo, Rated M Summary: In a small seaside community in the south of Japan, local police had tired of a half-century long string of inexplicable drownings and have reached out to SPR to help them. Though their surroundings look like a oceanic dream, there is something sinister lurking underneath the pretty blue of the ocean. SPR have years of experience, but are they prepared for whatâs in store?
Book One: Limbus by C.S. Isui, Rated T Summary:Â Limbus: Limbo is reserved for the wandering souls who cannot enter heaven. Some of them stay where they are, peaceful and dormant, accepting their fate but not all that are lost remain lost. Some want to be found. Will Mai, Naru, and the gang find what is lost before its too late?
Sweet Dreams by Mayurei, Rated M Summary: What do spilt tea, stalker ghosts, self analysis while you sleep and narcissistic bosses have in common? Taniyama Mai. Expect fluff, heroic tendencies and a long suffering assistant, who definitely didnât ask for any of this. Â
The Transfer by Malindorie, Rated T Summary: Mai Taniyamaâs transfer application to Cambridge University says she wants to study Parapsychology. Not on the application: a secret transfer that will bring Mai and Naru together and simultaneously tear them apart. Japanâs SPR follows Naru to England..
A Long Time Coming by GlitterCyborgPrincess, Rated T Summary:Â It took a long time, but Mai finally realized why that one question was so absolutely devastating. She doesnât like easy and agreeing with him made it *suspiciously* easy. Mai preferred a challenge.
Feeding on Fear by CoffeeQuills, Rated E Summary: Naru has a new case and itâs already giving him vague feelings of foreboding, prompting him to only take volunteers to Kiryu, Gunma, where the bodies of an entire family have been found. Then Monk goes missing, plunging the SPR team into chaos. With Maiâs growing nightmares and Masakoâs mysterious illness, the stakes have been raised. In the end, will determination be enough to save them all? Or will someone slip through the cracks?
Trusting Intuition by rowankitsune18, Rated T Summary:Â Seven years have passed since Naru left for England and everyone in their own way has moved own. However, things begin to change when Masako invites Mai to a paranormal conference in London. A chance meeting; uncertain future. And who is the strange boy alone at the party? (NaruxMai)
I Am Still Here by Koizumi_Scarlet, Rated M Summary:Â As an investigator for SPR, Mai is used to seeing malicious spirits. However, their newest case may be the most dangerous one yet, especially as the haunting becomes more complex and confounding than ever. With Naru back for the first time in almost two years, Mai must navigate her feelings as well as the haunted house. With things not as they seem, can Mai survive to see the end?
Donât Go Outside by Koizumi_Scarlet, Rated MÂ Summary:Â Mai and Naru was ready to enjoy a leisure visit to Naruâs parents in England over Christmas. Yet an unexpected visitor in the night threw a spanner in the works and they are needed on a case thatâs already proven itself dangerous. Travelling to Londonâs most famous insane Asylum, they must separate the truth from the lies to solve the mystery and perhaps save a soul in the process. Sequel to IASH.
Iâll probably expand this list later on to include more.
[Contains spoilers for Akumu no Sumu Ie]
In the manga it was just mentioned in passing that Naru and the others built a barricade of furniture in front of the full-length mirror, but in the novel they actually used the monitors from the base, too. So it got me wondering if Naru will worry about his monitors when it's time to start cleaning/packing up XD
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"Well then," Matsuzaki-san said, "what will we do with those?" She pointed at the heap of broken monitors by the full-length mirror.
By now most of the furniture used for the barricade had been returned to their proper places, and the chaos in the Agawas' residence had begun to wind down. All that remained to be organized were SPR's equipment. Half of it stayed miraculously safe within the base, while the other half was pushed to an unobstructive corner of the corridor.
"I don't mind cleaning up, but man..." Bou-san shook his head regretfully. "It kinda hurts seeing these high-quality monitors destroyed." He turned to Noll, who was leaning by the wall and overseeing the cleanup. "Sensei, are these insured?"
Noll shrugged. "Theyâre not so expensive as to qualify for insurance."
Mai interjected with a sideward tilt of her head, "But didnât we use all of our monitors? Even if one monitor isn't expensive, wouldnât twenty actually cost a lot?"
That gave him pause. She had a point.
"And didn't we upgrade to these monitors just before you went home?" she added. "Wouldnât you get in trouble with SPR?" He saw the first signs of worry lining her face, and he couldnât help frowning, too.
Again, she was correct.
While Noll had been fortunate enough to be awarded a research grant by the Londenberg Foundation, his balance was unfortunately not unlimited. Asking for more money as soon as he arrived in Japan and a mere few months after being given a generous special grant didn't seem feasible.
However, a potentially fatal situation called for emergency measures. Surely he could appeal to both reason and sympathy when he begged.
Slightly relieved by his conclusion, he replied, "Don't worry about it."
"Hah. You're awfully confident, aren't you?"
"I'm the most valuable asset of SPR, after all." Rather than a reply, it was more of a reminder to himself.
His team stared at him with thunderstruck expressions. Now that they'd uncovered his identity, they were also aware of his credentials. They wouldn't be able to refute him.
He smirked, even as he scrambled for a plan to report this to SPR in a way that would generate funds instead of reprimands.
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This was in Naru's pov, but without his reasoning behind his replies everyone would be like
Mai, devastated: 'Y-Youâ! You narcissist!'
Bou-san, resigned: '...It's true and he has the right to say that... I guess...'
Ayako, blasé: 'What a narcissist.'
Masako, frsutrated: 'Why do I like this guy?!'
John, troubled: 'Shibuya-san...'
Lin, already suffering because he knows he'll be handling the paperwork: '...'
Anyway, what do you think? Will Naru worry about the monitors or is he too valuable an asset to care? Lmao!
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