Take Me Away

Rafayel!!!!!

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Take me away

Rafayel!!!!!

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6 years ago
Art By Yun Ling
Art By Yun Ling
Art By Yun Ling
Art By Yun Ling
Art By Yun Ling

Art by Yun Ling

5 years ago

       She can’t change him. He thinks she realized that a long time ago. Maybe when they first met and she was forced to shoot him. Or maybe when he murdered Makishima. Or maybe when he ran with his tail between his legs – ran from her love, from her softness, from her.

He doesn’t expect to see her so soon. But she’s there – she’s smiling at him and sweaty and flushed like she came running. And she probably did. There is a chance to push her away, to say no, but he doesn’t try.

With her thin arms, with her pretty smile, she whispers, “Found you.”

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       She’s a force to be reckon with.

Even the men within the base know that. When Akane trains with them, shows them how to take apart a gun and put it back together, wipes sweat off her brow and work from dawn until night. They respect her, Kougami can tell.

He can’t blame them.

She’s also pretty good with the kids. They immediately gravitate towards her, wide smiles and bright eyes. She picks one up and holds the child against her. Before long, she’s pointing a finger over towards where Kougami sits and watches.

He blinks.

The two both smile at him. He can’t help but give a smile back, no matter how tired it may be.

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       He loves her. He loves her so fucking much.

Touching her feels like a sin. Just being in her presence is enough to make him want to drop to his knees.

She says it all the time, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And he loves her too. He’s not sure how to respond. He gives her a quick kiss, he offers a smile, he wraps his arms around her. They could stay up all night, it can range from talking to fucking. Sometimes it turns into lovemaking – his hands dragging down her body slowly, testing the softness of her breasts and the firmness of her arms – sometimes it’s desperate ( he feels like he can’t breathe without her, he feels like he’ll drown, like he’s going too fast down a street but he doesn’t want to stop because the thrill of her makes him feel alive. )

He feels her heart race against his as they press together, sweaty and sticky and panting.

“What’re you so afraid of?” She whispers, the sun breaking through the window, highlighting the different colors within her hair.

He swallows ( you, you, us ), “I don’t know.”

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       They both have nightmares.

His are vivid. His always seem real. He’s running. Or he’s chasing someone, he’s not too sure. Other times, he has blood on his hands. Sometimes on his clothes. Other times Makishima is there. And a few times, he remembers seeing Sasayama.

Akane cries sometimes when she wakes up, shaking like a leaf in a storm, arms wrapped around herself and teeth worrying her lip. She tries to keep it in – she’s a lot like him in that regard. But it’s spilling out too fast, and if she doesn’t stop, she’ll overflow.

So he holds her. Not only for her, but himself too.

She’s delicate in his arms. Hot tears soak through his shirt. He knows they’ve done so much to get to where they were, he can’t blame her for letting it out once in awhile.

He wish he could do the same.

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       He has to be strong.

Hell, Kougami has had to be strong his entire life. For his team, for Akane, for his men.

As the war wraps up, as blood is shed and cleaned from hands, he looks onward. There is no turning back – that ship sailed a long time ago.

He looks up, eyes immediately falling onto the graceful curve of her back, her slender neck, and her brown hair matted to her forehead. She was talking with one of the guys - Deshi, he’d lost his arm a couple months ago, but that didn’t seem to stop him from having a smile on his face.

As if feeling his stare, Akane turns her head slightly to the side and offers a smile of her own. It was blinding in its own way, his shoulders relaxing by instinct.

She really had no idea how much he needed her now.

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       She didn’t tell him at first.

To be completely honest, he could understand why.

He paces back and forth across the small space they had. His shin bangs against the side of the end table, but that didn’t break him from his thoughts. Akane watches him with large, amber eyes. Finally, he stops in the middle of the room, arms instinctively crossing over his chest.

“How…How long have you known?”

Akane drops her gaze. There was an ache in his chest, “A month, at least.”

He nods, even though it takes awhile for his brain to process the words. He almost wants to laugh at the irony. God - if there fucking was one, which he seriously doubts - really doesn’t like him. Even though things are calmer now, with not only the chairman but the SEAUn as well, there is still too much danger.

Way too much to even consider – to even think of that.

But this doesn’t stop him. This doesn’t stop him from slowly crossing the room until he’s in front of her. Akane blinks, hands nervously curled in front of her as he crouches down. This doesn’t stop him from leaning towards her, face close to hers for a few seconds.

Finally, he breathes, “I want it to look like you.”

Not like him. Nothing like him.

Akane blinks, and then blinks again. Her lips are parted into an O shape and so he leans in and steals a kiss. Finally, she smiles, “That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing.”

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       He doesn’t tell anyone she’s pregnant. It’s not only no one’s business but their own, but also a dangerous thing to know. What could he possibly do if the word got out? Any enemies would probably jump at a chance to get their hands on Akane.

Kougami grits his teeth at the thought, hands twitching by his sides. He hasn’t had a cigarette in over an hour. One thing he also has to improve on - smoking around a baby was a big, fat no apparently.

When Akane had stopped smoking all-together, she made it look so easy. It was not only frustrating, but something admirable about her. Once she set her mind to something, it was impossible to stop her from achieving it.

From underneath the protection of a small roof, Kougami watches the rain fall.

“Kougami?”

He turns his head towards the voice to see Cho-Sun, watching him curiously. Kougami merely grunts in reply, pushing himself up off the wall.

“Everyone’s inside eating,” the man continues.

Kougami merely nods. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit annoyed. His hands are twitching so much to delve into his pocket and take out his pack that he’s forced to cross his arms over his chest. “I’m not that hungry.”

Not only was the large group they had short on food, but medicine as well. Kougami could go a couple days without eating - Akane used to do the same thing, but now she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Is that right?”

“Mm.”

“You said the same thing yesterday.”

Kougami feels his lips twitch, “Did I?”

There is silence between them, the rain deafening.

Drip. Drop. Drip.

“You should take a break.”

Kougami glances at him.

“Me and the guys were talking and – well, there’s a temple about a day away from here, farther up the hill. That’d be a nice play for you and Tsunemori to relax. She seems more tired lately.”

Kougami stays quiet, considering it. For the last couple weeks, things had been relatively peaceful. No shootings, no surprise attacks, etc. Still, peace only seems to drive Kougami up the wall even more than violence. But the mere thought of quiet and being alone with Akane is enough to make his shoulders relax.

“Mm. I’ll look into it.”

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       “Be careful.”

“I am being careful, worrywart.”

Kougami snorts, hands deep within his pockets. Now, she was calling him names? “Don’t blame me if you fall.” It isn’t like he won’t be able to catch her.

Akane balances herself on an overturned tree trunk, arms spread out on her sides. She looks as if she is flying - it makes him stare.

“How far away is the temple again?”

This time, he really does laugh, even though it was just a breath of laughter - she’s asked this around three times already. “I did offer to carry you, you know.”

Akane turns her head slightly, an impish grin there, “You would have to catch me first.”

“I’m always up for a good challenge.”

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       This love scares him. He already knows this.

This love makes him reckless. This love makes him frustrated. This love makes him crazy.

Touching her is an addiction in itself. Her soft body molds against his, pliant while his is unyielding. Now, the slight bump in her stomach makes it a bit more difficult to press together, but he doesn’t mind it. In fact, he enjoys it more than he originally thought he would.

As she lays back, hand lazily tracing over his thigh, he presses a warm hand against her stomach. The area is firm and swollen, a slight redness to it. He curves his palm around and she sighs.

There is life here. Something they created together. Something that was meant to be. Kougami wasn’t really one to believe in fate, but he’d also believe he couldn’t be happy either.

For the first time in a long time, he gave her a smile, eyes crinkling at the edges. It reminds them both of better times, simpler times. It reminds them that now - they are no longer Inspector and Enforcer.

They’re just two people in love.

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       For seven more months, he stays by her side. He never leaves her for longer than a couple hours. Her stomach grows big, the women within the base help her around, and she is given full meals every day.

She feels selfish, he can tell. He is quick to reassure her though.

He’s scared again. When his hands slightly shake when they press against her stomach, against the life they created, she smiles softly at him, holding them steady for him - like she does all the time, “I love you, Shinya.”

Deep down, he hopes that is enough.

Things are easier between them. He can kiss her without feeling like his lungs will burst at any second, he can touch her without flinching, he can look at her without glancing away just a second later. There is still that guilt - unrelenting and thick within his stomach. It will not leave him, he knows it won’t leave until the day he dies.

Love stings. Love is frightening. But, fucking hell, he would do anything at this point to stay with her. To build this future with her. For once, there is light at the end of the tunnel and he is climbing towards it desperately.

He wants this. He wants her. He wants them - us.

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       “…What do you think it’ll be?”

He looks up from his book - he’s read it so many times that the pages are worn now. Kougami feels his lips tilt upwards - nowadays, it seems he is unable to control his smile. Something that only happens around her, “You’re asking me.”

She was sitting up, eyes playful and already smiling, hand resting upon her swollen stomach. “Yes, I’m asking you.”

The former Enforcer stares at her - he cannot help it. Simply having her presence beside him, it makes his body feel weightless. As selfish as he is, a part of him wants to understand why he can’t let her go. If things had gone differently, if he’d told her to stay away, would she still have come?

He wants to laugh outloud at the thought. Of course she would.

Her eyes are warm, patient.

Finally, he sits up, “Aren’t you supposed to have a feeling? I’ve heard that before - mothers usually know the gender before they’re born.”

“Maybe I’m an exception.” She is only saying that - she probably had a good feel of what it would be, she just wanted to hear what he was going to say.

Slowly, he moves towards her, and she opens her arms for him, allowing him to press his ear against her stomach quietly.

Here, with her and their child, he feels at peace. Things seem to evaporate around them - while the acute awareness of what happens around them is still there, her presence seems to blanket over him. He does not deserve her, he does not deserve this small sliver of happiness. He knows that, he knows that in some ways, he has ruined her.

As if noticing his change in thoughts, she places a hand on Kougami’s head, smoothing down his hair and fingers touching his cheek. He breathes in deep, her scent causing his stomach to tighten.

“I think it’ll be a girl.”

In reply, Akane gives him her biggest, prettiest smile, “Me, too.”

There is peace within him.

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       It all ends on a sunny day.

The summer is ending - things are dwindling down once again. Kougami hasn’t heard the alarm sound away in what seems like months. Children and women are sometimes allowed to walk around during daylight, allowing the kids to dance and sing and smile as much as they want as they play.

Laughter this free is foreign to Kougami, but he basks in it anyway.

Even so, he does not stop what he is so used to. He trains with his men every day, he eats small meals, he watches the edges of their base for any type of trouble. None comes. Sweating and tense, Kougami glances over, his eyes immediately soughting her out to soothe away the itching feeling.

Akane sits on the steps, eyes bright and smile even brighter. Familiarly, she cups a hand over her stomach, and the other lifts to wave at him. He doesn’t respond, head tilts curiously and a drop of sweat rolling down her temple. She is getting bigger - besides her stomach, Akane hasn’t grown much. Not only is the infant inside her weighing her down, he worries if she will be able to deliver it naturally.

But today is peaceful, he decides. He should not worry about small things that are yet to come.

He hasn’t told her. He probably won’t. When she reaches eight months, he intends for her to leave here. He has a few contacts, fortunately, that’ll be able to help her find somewhere safe to stay and to deliver the baby. Being born on a battlefield - he wouldn’t ever want that.

He knows she will argue, but there won’t be much point to it. She also knows he has a duty, and his burdens isn’t hers to carry. Once things have wrapped up here, he will follow after her. And he will gladly start a new life with her. He wants quiet mornings, wrapped around each other within the blankets. He wants to teach his child all he knows, watching them crawl and then walk. She wants to hold the woman he loves against him, to feel her heart against his as they finally allow their bodies to relax.

He wants happiness. It’s a normal human reaction, he knows. Even though he doesn’t deserve it, he wants it.

His thoughts are broken, however, when the signal for the alarm goes off.

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      Chaos.

It is to be expected.

The women and children are rushing, some screaming and others crying. Fumbling to find their mothers and their sons and daughters. His eyes sweep the area, searching for her, but her image is blocked and swept along with the rest of the crowd.

He curses.

Now he is able to hear it - gunshots. They are a familiar sound, and his instinct kicks in, beats into him. He must never forget - he is a dog, a hound, a wolf. It is his job to survive, no matter what the consequences. His tongue feels heavy within his mouth, but this doesn’t stop him, “Bayani! Chenglei!!”

The two men nod, and take off towards their positions, two groups of soldiers following the two wherever they may go. Guerrillas learn fast, they move fast, and there is no room for error. He follows swiftly - fortunately, it’s probably a rival base that simply want his head. With their clumsy infiltration, hopefully, things will be resolved soon.

The area is mostly clear. He is able to draw his weapon without worries. This is what he trained himself to do, this is how he survives, after all.

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       There is destruction. There is blood. There is sweat.

Vaguely, he hears screaming.

His head is ringing, and he can’t feel his left leg. It takes a moment to realize what happened - a bomb had gone off, apparently. It knocked him off his feet and the air out of his lungs. The men that had been following behind him hadn’t been so lucky.

He is unsure of how long he has been out – but it couldn’t have been more than five to ten minutes. The fires created had yet to burn out, and the bodies were still fresh. Frustrated, he turns his face away the gruesome scene.

His leg is still there - but a fresh gash is embedded into the side. He bleeds profusely, but this doesn’t stop him. Survival sometimes comes easy to him - somehow, he is still alive. There must be a reason for it, and so he stands, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg and moves. His enemies must sometimes get frustrated that he won’t die so easily.

He shoots down whoever he sees. The enemy’s reflexes are slow and clumsy, and he has plenty of time to take them down. Even though running takes a toll on his leg, even though he is forced to see the remains of men, he still moves. And he keeps surviving.

She is at the forefront of his mind. Getting back to her is the only thing that makes sense to him now.

As he breaks through the trees, his eyes fall onto the sight of a young boy. He remembers seeing his face around the base before, he has a younger sister as well ( and her body lays a few feet away ).

His stomach is suddenly filled with ice.

The women and children…!

He sees more bodies thrown around - three women and five children, so far. Some with overwhelming burns, others with bullets within their bodies. His grinds his teeth, pushes himself to move faster.

Panic isn’t something he does normally. Not since–

He rounds the corner - an elder woman is crouched on the ground, praying. He moves past her swiftly. His men are there, armed. Though it is a smaller number than before, they have still successfully kept the grounds safe and he almost falls to his knees at the relief.

It is short-lived, however.

For when they see him, the looks on their faces tell him enough.

Apparently, his world is able to shatter fairly easily.

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        She suffered two bullets to the back - one directly hit her mid-spine and the other made it through her chest.

She didn’t die instantly.

It turns out they were right.

It was a girl.

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       Years pass in a blur.

There are many times where he asks himself - how am I still alive and she is not? Was this punishment - some type of punishment for the many wrongs he’d done? He can’t particularly blame the higher ups for that, then.

No, he blames himself.

He always blames himself.

There are many nights where he lay in bed, unable to sleep. Where he is unable to even force food into his mouth without growing sick at the taste. Where his gaze falls onto the pistol on his bedside and suddenly he has it in his mouth, aiming upwards.

He’s forcing himself to suffer, isn’t he?

He deserves this. I deserve this, I deserve this.

He tries not to think of her often. He isn’t very good at that. He is also unsure whether or not to call the dreams she’s in nightmares. Do they count as nightmares if he strives every night - if only he can get a few minutes of rest - to see her face?

It’s torture.

I deserve this. I deserve this.

He doesn’t even give into the hallucinations anymore. She touches his back, right over where his heart is - it’s still beating, why? She kisses his jaw, feather light and ghostly. She sits on his stomach while he’s laying there, watching her lips move. He doesn’t try to touch her ( she’s not real, she’s not fucking real ).

Slowly, his eyes flicker over to the gun sitting on his bedside table.

I deserve this.

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       He keeps himself busy, because what else is there to do.

A gun in his hand, smoke leaving his mouth, liquor within his stomach. How he has survived this long, he will never know. He is reckless with his life - he even starts fights only to give up in the middle and allow them free reign.

Nothing is as painful. Not even broke ribs and a punctured lung.

They can probably tell he wants death from looking into his eyes. Which is why they won’t give it to him. They’re sadists, they beat him half to death and then leave him. His body will not quit, it won’t give up from any of it.

It does what it knows. It survives.

Whether he likes it or not.

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       Every morning, he remembers her.

He remembers her touch, he remembers her smile, he remembers her eyes.

She was protective. She was determined. She was generous.

She was everything he was not - she could see the beauty in things. Even in him.

She was a girl who wanted to save the world. But not save herself.

He loved ( hated ) that about her.

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       “You’ll die like this. It’s a pity.”

Kougami ignores the voice - for it inside his head. Pointedly, he looks away from the person in front of him, the smile, the familiar slouch of shoulders.

“It’s really a shame.”

His hands tighten into fists between his legs.

Makishima smiles again. “Is this how you want to die? Here?”

In the middle of nowhere. Where no one would find his body. Yeah, it sounded pretty good to him.

“I never thought I’d see something like this. For someone such as yourself to fall here.”

Heh.

Kougami closes his eyes.

A few seconds later, he distinctly hears the Illusion walk away. He will not talk to the dead - he decided that a long time ago.

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       Four years.

When he looks at the calendar for the first time, he realizes it’s been four years.

There is this dull throb that resonates through him. But he’s starting to realize it will always be there.

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       “You look like shit.”

“…I feel like shit.”

His voice is rough, but soft. He has not spoken aloud in so long, it feels foreign. The woman in front of him pushes back her long hair, eyeing him for a few moments, “…Are you sure you’re up for this?”

He can do nothing but stare at her.

She releases a sign, but moves out of the doorway to let him through. There is clear hesitation in his steps, mouth tilted down in a grimace as he steps inside. The apartment is clean, even though the neighborhood wasn’t as good as he would prefer. He was starting to realize - the rest of the world could probably never be as stable as Japan.

He’s glad he will never have to go back there.

She is probably waiting for him to take a seat, but instead, he stays standing, shoving hands within his pockets. He looks a mess - he knows it. Five o’clock shadow, hair strewn every which way across his head, shirt wrinkled. Still, she says nothing about it.

“I’ll go and get her. Don’t worry - she’s quiet. And she loves new people.”

He doesn’t say anything.

She leaves the room and he is left alone.

A few minutes later, the door to the kitchen opens again.

He looks up and stares.

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       Vaguely, he wonders how many times his world can break and restart ( over and over and over and over and over again ).

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       The small girl stares back. Her hair is short, barely reaching her shoulders. She is still wearing pajamas, but her expression is curious and open.

His heart was slamming so hard against his ribcage, he thinks it will bruise.

Slowly, she steps further into the room, the door closing behind her. There is three feet between them, she is small and delicate and he is large and unyielding.

His hand reaches up on its own record and rubs down the expanse of his jaw, the action made out of pure instinct. He felt like he would bolt at any second - he didn’t know the face of his demons would look this way.

His eyes were beginning to sting.

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        He hesitates. There is tension between them. She tilts her head slightly to the side, chin up to look at him fully.

“Aoi-chan, don’t be rude. Say hello,” Says the woman behind her - she’d stepped into the room to watch.

The young girl blinks, as though she was being broken from her thoughts. Quickly, she bows to him, “Hello, my name is Aoi.” Her voice - fuck, her voice is small, words slightly slurred and thick from her age.

This really is torture. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest any minute. His eyes wouldn’t stop stinging. The impossible weight of the world was holding him down. Scars - new and old - burned on his body.

He opens his mouth to say something - anything - but nothing comes out and he is forced to close it. He’s pretty sure his throat is closed up pretty tightly at this point.

“What’s your name?”

He stares. Her large amber eyes stare up at him. It takes him a few seconds - probably ten. But she waits, patient. “Kougami Shinya.”

Her lips mouth the name a couple times, as though to commit it to memory. He does not move for a long time, but when he does, his knees feel weak and he is forced to crouch in front of her.

He doesn’t touch her. He doesn’t want to ruin something else - not her.

Her eyes are alight with questions, thick lashes fluttering when she blinks. Her hair is messy. They hold eye contact for what seems like hours, her head still tilted slightly to the side as though she was trying to figure him out.

Finally, she smiled.

In that same instant, his breath was stolen away from him.

“Kougami Shinya, it’s nice to meet you.”

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       She looks just like her mom.

5 years ago

New year already passed, but…

New Year Already Passed, But…

‘we wish u a Merry Christmas~’

’…’

'we wish u a Merry Christmas~’

’…Mai’

'we wish u a Merry Christmas~ and happy New Year~’

I deliberately raised my voice while putting away our Christmas decorations. The star ornaments look so lonely in my hand. I really want to keep the Christmas tree for a little while longer, but someone says that’s a no no. Somehow remember it make me feel little upset, he not wrong about how it’ll miss match the season, but can’t he looked away for a second and let me have a lil more fun? Boring~

'Good tidings we bring to you and your kin~’

Sigh 'Mai…please stop’

I put the star gently on the box and close it tightly, I turn my face to the boy who sat behind me. I give him a big smile, then…

'WE WISH U A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!’

I sing it as loud as I can. I can’t say that I am a best singer but, I know my voice not that bad, so no need for him to look so annoyed right?

Naru looking straight at me with calm eyes, but from the way his eyebrows knitted, I know how annoyed he is. I smile at him

'what is it Naru? Something wrong?’

'the only one that wrong in here is your brain’

'hmm~? My brain is fine tho, it even say hi~ to my dense boss right now’

I waving my hands cheerfully in front of him, when doing so I can hear a small sigh escape from his lips. Aww, if you sighing too much, you will getting old fast boss~

'you know, my brain feels so happy that it want to sing again~’

'no, I don’t want to hear any other song’

'eeh~ what~? do you have problem with my song?’

'that is the problem in here’

Naru grabs my hand which is start playing with pile of notes in his table, while his eyes tell me to behave. I’m pouting

'if there something you want to tell me, just tell. I don’t know what you want even if you keep repeating the song again and again’

'it is a long story’

'make it’s simple as your brain can handle’

Whoa whoa whoa, what you mean by that? Even tho I can’t argue about it…

Uugh, then… How can I tell him about how disappointed I am because we can’t have a Christmas party last year? How can I show him my sadness when I hear we have work even in new year? How can I make him understand how lonely the star ornament in the box? How can I tell all of this in one simple sentence?

… AH!

'I don’t have enough fun’

’… I see, that explain it well’

Naru smirked, che~ at least please give a big applause for my brain, It’s work so hard to summarize all my problem in one simple sentence just for you! Well, I really do want some fun after all this work.

'nee… Naru, can we, even just a little bit, just a little tiny bit, forget about work and have some fun?’

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To be continued…

4 years ago

Hey, hi, can't get this damn idea outta my head so here we go

Could you do hc's for the bros where they hear Mc just yell out to Lucifer like "HEY LUCIFER!"

"Don't yell Mc, just come here"

"OKAY COOL BUT IS IT LIKE,,, NORMAL DEMON COURTING TO SEND LETTERS WRITTEN IN BLOOD? Presumably their own" Then when they're at the door with Mc, Mc is just kinda staring at the note and being like "I wanna stop reading but it's like a car wreck you can't look away from" and just. It's got kinda fucked up shit written on it, even by demon standards

Brothers React To MC Getting A Letter Written In Blood

PROLOGUE: The brothers find out a demon has been sending MC depraved letters...what will they do?

LUCIFER

What in the seven layers, who had the fucking audacity-

It was cute for the demon to think they even had a chance at MC, but this was something Lucifer would not tolerate...

And the letter's contents were disgusting, to say the least. Apart from being written in the filth's own blood, the letter explicitly mentioned the things they would like to do to MC..he instinctively pulled MC close...

The letter is getting taken out of MC's hand, and Lucifer is gently asking them if they're okay. One of his brothers now has to be with MC at all times, because the security in the mansion was not enough if the letter slipped by, unnoticed to MC's room.

If going to RAD is necessary, MC has to be with one of his brothers, no excuses. Lucifer might be found trailing behind them...

Together with his brothers help, the demon that had the guts to do this is going to be found, dragged out and given a fate worse than death.

MAMMON

What the hell-

He ran to MC's location after hearing what MC was shouting to Lucifer, and he has never been more jealous in his life. But when he heard about the letter...

He would have snatched the paper out of their hands if not for Lucifer beating him to it. But the contents must have been...disgusting, because his brother's brows furrowed while reading it.

Seeing the letter made him want to hide MC in his arms, no one touches his human, okay?!

He's going to be with them most of the time now, he's going to fight for it..

Mammon will now be a lot more clinger than usual, never wanting to leave the MC alone, even for going to the bathroom.

With the help of his crows, the demon that dare to commit such an act is going to be dragged out, and killed.

But for now, MC is going to stay with him.

LEVIATHAN

Mammon's panicked shouts made him come out of his room with a grumbling face but then he saw them crowded around MC, in whose hands was a letter...

Even...reading...the contents...made him cringe. The contents were written in blood and disgusting, repulsive, depraved- even more than the most gorey yandere animes he has watched, and that's saying something.

If MC is going to be with him, it's all good, because his tail is going to be wrapped around them and he isn't letting them out of his room, and anyone that dare enter will have to face a hissing serpent first.

Perhaps classes at RAD can be turned online until the filth is disposed off...

He's going to dedicate all the nights into nitpicking every detail about the demon, and when all his deeds are laid bare for others to see, then he's going to swipe in for the kill.

SATAN

MC's question about normal demon courting methods made him get up in concern...

And when he saw the letter, oh dear, his expression was scary enough to make the others back off...

The contents were revolting, disgusting and striaght up depraved, not to mention written in blood. The things mentioned in it made him want to tear up the letter...

Together with Lucifer, he's going to find out the filth that had the audacity to do such a thing, Satan has connections everywhere.

The security in the House Of Lamentation needs to be improved because hey, the demon was able to deliver a letter without being noticed!

If MC is with Satan, he's going to keep a close eye on them at all times, and be alert, waiting, for anything to happen.

The demon might be killed or tortured for an eternity perhaps, who knows?

ASMODEUS

The commotion in the hallway made him get up from doing his nails....but when he saw what the fuss was about he left his nails undone...and that's saying something.

The contents of the letter made Asmo want to throw up, he has received many love letters, but none of them were depraved and desperate as this...even written in blood!

Asmo's got may friends and demons he can charm into looking for the filth that dare to this, and perhaps charm the culprit himself into making the mistake of walking into the House of Lamentation....

MC is going to be whisked away into his room as he does his and their nails, all the while talking to them normally, but there's something brewing in those eyes of his...

He's going to ensure to keep them company all the time, and make sure his brothers do the same too.

But he's going to need a bath after the ordeal is over, come on, blood will make him smell repulsive!

BEELZEBUB

He was in the middle of snacking when he joined the impromptu meeting in the hallway...

The letter in Lucifer's hands reeked strongly of blood, and when Beel read its contents it made him disgusted. The demon wrote explicit things about what they would do to MC, and it was unsettling...even for a demon.

Safe to say, MC isn't leaving Beel's sight anytime soon. Wherever they go, Beel is going to follow them like a hawk.

If they can't be with him, they will be with Belphegor, who's going to keep them close.

He has a strong sense of smell, and it isn't long before the culprit is identified from the crowd of demons in the streets.

Because when Beelzebub is done with them, there won't be even a single bone left to bury.

BELPHEGOR

He was woken up from his nap due to the commotion....

When he saw what was in the letter, anger took over as he read each and every line carefully. It was written in blood and repulsive, to say the least.

MC is going to stay with him in his room now. No buts, no ifs. They aren't leaving his grip anytime soon...

MC might notice that as they drift off to sleep, his arm will be curled around them as Belphegor looks deep in thought....planning ways to find the filth that dare to such a thing.

And when the demon is caught, they aren't going to get proper sleep for a while, and when they do, all they will see is their own fear play out, again and again.

Well, even if the filth gets to sleep after the torture they go through.

6 years ago

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 ‘‘A  journey through time’’

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Finally, I finished it!!! ヽ〔´∇`〕ノ

Hi everybody! Happy new year!! (⌒▽⌒)

I was a while without publishing, my life became very complicated from one moment to another haha, but now I’m fine !, and I bring you this!

I was working on this for almost a year, it was very difficult (;´Д`) , especially their outfits, it is possible that some are not very consistent with the time.(´ヘ`;)

in short, now I will be publishing more often.(▰∀◕)ノ

by Suka(≖ᴗ≖✿)

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5 years ago

(DRAMA CD) Psycho Pass Zero Vol 1: Detectives’ Short Peace

Chinese Translation ♥

Kagari:  It’s rare for just the two of us to be out together, Akane-chan and I…

Akane: You’re right, now that you mentioned it.

Kagari: Even though we’ll hang out sometimes in the dorm, once outside Akane-chan is always with Ko-chan and Pops.

Akane: I think it’s just the scheduling… 

Kagari: There’s also the complicated power balance~

Akane: EH, power balance?

Kagari: No matter what, everyone greatly respects the Ace Ex-Inspector Ko-chan and experienced Enforcer Pops. And we have to consider the feelings of current Inspector Ginoza-san.

Akane: Feelings?

Kagari: That person has gone through a lot.

Akane: Haah… 

Kagari: In any case, because of Ko-chan and Pops, Kuni-cchi and I have to draw the shorter end of the stick.

Akane: Don’t make Ginoza-san out to be the shorter end of the stick! 

Kagari: We’re not at the Bureau, so you can be more honest, Akane-chan~~ 

Akane: Eh, eh?

Keep reading

5 years ago

Midnight Train (Part 4/4)

Prompt: Naru and Mai shares a dream (or multiple dreams), but neither of them know they’re actually sharing it. - @seoulsborne123​

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A week later, a client finally came in with a promising case.  Promising, in that at least it didn’t sound totally bogus, but it was still the type of case that Naru normally wouldn’t take interest in.  Nonetheless, he accepted the job, to Lin’s visible surprise.

The next issue was whether this case actually had any legit paranormal activity, and if not, would Gene even appear?  Naru had Mai contact Masako right away, and while they were setting up the base, she spotted him checking a hand mirror periodically.

They had managed to get through the past week without another spree of nightmares, but Mai could tell he was impatient to get his dreams back to himself.  She tried not to take it personally.

Masako arrived on the evening of the first day.  So far, they had collected very little data, and their investigation showed that the reported phenomena could be easily explained.

Mai watched anxiously as Masako walked around the house.  At last, she came to a stop.

“There is a spirit here,” she said.

They breathed a sigh of relief.

“It is the spirit of an old man,” Masako went on to explain.  “I see this kind often. I believe he must have passed away in his sleep and simply hasn’t realized he has died.  It would be very easy to purify him.” She turned to Naru. “Shall I?”

“No,” said Naru, a bit too quickly.

Masako blinked.

“I’d like to gather more data first,” he lied.  “If you could please come back tomorrow.”

“If you insist,” she smiled.

Mai facepalmed and sent the medium a mental apology.  This wasn’t what it looked like!

  ——

  That night, Naru and Mai left Lin to watch the base and went to bed at the same time.  This earned them a suspicious look, but they could deal with that later.

They sat in the train compartment and waited.  And waited.

Finally, they heard someone walking down the corridor.  Gene appeared outside the door, and his face lit up when he saw them inside.

He opened the door and came inside.  “It worked!” he said.

Naru stood up.  “Like hell it did.”

Oh shit, Mai thought.  She could actually see the murderous aura gathering around him.  Naru was furious.

As his brother approached, Gene’s smile widened nervously.  “N-Noll?”

Naru grabbed his twin by the shirt collar, and Mai decided now would be a good time to intervene.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”  She cut in between them, holding Naru back as best she could.  “You can’t kill your dead brother!”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Naru seethed.

“I’m sorry?”  Gene looked confused.  “I didn’t know if it would work!  It was just an idea I had…and then I fell asleep before I could fully see it through…why, did something go wrong?”

“Oh, Gene…” Mai groaned.

“What?” he looked at her, now worried.

“It worked,” Naru said through grit teeth.  “And it’s been stuck that way for over a week.”

“Oh.”  Gene looked between them.  “Oh.”

They watched as the news continued to sink in.

Then finally, Gene put on a smile.  “Did you guys have fun though?”

Naru smacked him upside the head.

“NARU!”

“I’m sorry!”  Gene put up his hands defensively.  “I’m sorry, both of you! I just…ow, why does that hurt, I’m not even alive…”

“Give me one good reason not to do it again,” Naru said.

Gene hung his head.  “I’m sorry…I only wanted to see if I could meet you face-to-face, instead of just through a mirror.  So I thought, maybe this way…”

There was an awkward silence.

Naru lowered his hand and let out a sigh.  “If you ever pull something like this again, I swear, I will exorcise you.”

“Naru!”

“I guess that’s fair,” Gene smiled weakly.  “It is good seeing you again, though.  Despite the violence.”

“And?  Can you undo this?”  Naru crossed his arms, with an unspoken ‘you’d better.’

“I’ll try my best.”  Gene turned to Mai. “I’m really sorry, Mai.  I didn’t mean to subject you to my brother’s subconscious for that long.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” she said, blushing a little.  “It was, um…interesting.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Naru huff and look away.  A little bit of regret settled in her heart.

——

Mai and Naru saw Gene out at the doorway to their compartment.

“Just sit still, you two.  I’ll go get this figured out.”  Gene wandered off down the corridor.  

As they watched him go, Mai gripped the door frame for support.

“Hey, Naru?” she asked.  “Before we wake up…can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Do you ever dream about me?”

Naru hesitated.

She already knew the answer.  And judging by the look on his face, he knew that she knew.

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

Mai knew that wasn’t necessarily a good thing, as she’d seen before.  But judging by how unphased he’d looked seeing her in his dream the first time, she hoped those instances didn’t all become nightmares.

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