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shall i whisk you away ☆*･゜ﾟ･* my princess *･゜ﾟ･*☆ actually please ignore that [ spouse: suzuya juuzou [ son: doopliss [ apt 1.022, student

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memories || mikorin + suzuya

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Mhm? What was…this vibe he was getting from the other one? He seemed agitated, and this was shown from how he was behaving at the moment. It was like something was bothering him greatly and now he couldn’t stop wonder what truly happened to him, before when Suzuya found him sitting on the sofa to make him sweat and call his name with that certain tone.

Few seconds passed and now the red-headed one walked towards Suzuya and started pinching his cheeks. Okay, it didn’t hurt but hey, it was still annoying to him, especially since he kept going on and on and on and on while making Suzuya make weird faces, now he really wanted to know what the hell was going on with him and what happened before to make him do that. "H-Hey! What are you even doing, Mikoshiba?!" yelled Suzuya during the process to his “husband”.

When Mikoshiba was finally done, he explained his reasoning for his action. ‘I just checked if you were real…or not’ now that was messed up, there was definitely something wrong with this kid. Probably embarrassed, the other walked to the kitchen counter and started looking at his donuts he bought. Suzuya expected him to take one by now but no, he kept staring at those like he was waiting for himself to say something. He usually doesn’t share any of his sweet stashes but maybe if he let his “husband” eat some of those, it would make them calmer and easier to approach. "…You can have some if you want. But only for today, ‘kay?" said Suzuya as he walked towards the other one. When he arrived he stayed pretty close to the other one and stared at him after grabbing a donut.

 "Now, what was all that about? Checking if I was real? Nothing is wrong? You’re extremely awful at lying, you know."

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☆*･゜ﾟ･*His expression lit up when he received permission, though it wasn't as if Suzuya could see that; he still tried to avert the entirety of his vision away. He reached into the bag tentatively, still wary of the special privilege bestowed upon him, and grabbed the first warm pastry. Slowly, he pulled it out and nearly dropped it because a certain white haired guy had arrived within his personal space. 

And he actually did drop the donut when his obviously disturbed behavior was called out. The warm glazed treat landed on the table, leaving around it little bits of sugar that had cracked off from impact. He took a few tiny steps away from Suzuya before letting out a small awkward chuckle.

"I-I swear it's nothing!" Of course it was something. "That was just a n-normal thing I do when p-people come home!" That wasn't something he did often. "I didn't see a disturbing day dream at all!" He did, in fact, see a disturbing day dream. 

After his last refutation, he realized he dug himself into a hole, a very deep hole in which he couldn't escape unless he took the hand of a demon that was reaching down. A sigh escaped his lips before he finally began to speak the truth. "So, uh, all that before was a lie. I really did see a weird dream thing and it sort of involved you," he paused before continuing, "No, it really involved you. Like, if this were a sim, it would be the point where the heroine's back story is revealed.

"B-but this isn't a dating sim and this is real life, so none of the stuff could be real. R-right?"

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memories || mikorin + suzuya

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"Thank you~" said Suzuya as he left the cafe while holding some donuts he just bought. Like everytime, he started mumbling extremely loudly as he passed by many strangers. He encountered a few familiar faces but he was too concentrated on mumbling to even waved to those people. Suddenly, some unusual memory passed through his mind, making the man stop out of no where in the middle of the street bumping someone by mistake, immediately after he felt like he needed to stop somewhere where he could be alone for a while and think.

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* His gaze examined the others features, as if checking if the person standing in front of him was actually a real person that existed for real actually in reality really. He stood up from his seat, feeling gross initially because he was soaked in a cold swear, and walked in front of Suzuya. After scrutinizing the shorter one for a little while, his hands rose up slowly...

... and he pinched the other's cheeks gently, like a little kid. 

The visions were pushed to the back of his mind when he felt soft flesh between his fingers rather than some ethereal substance. Surely no human could go through all of that and survive, though he had doubts about Suzuya's state of mind. 

A few moments passed with him molding the other's face into silly expressions. Soon, he let go and turned around, embarrassed that he thought his "spouse" was an actual ghost. Ghosts didn't exist. Even the black eyed and inhuman creatures he saw were probably either non existent or not ghost. 

"N-nothing's wrong. And I just checked if you were real... or not." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either, and, boy, was Mikoto Mikoshiba bad at lying. 

He avoided looking into Suzuya eyes at any costs, and made his way to the kitchen counter where the delicious smelling bag was deposited. All his woes seemed to disappear when he realized the sweets that lied within. Like an obedient dog waiting for a treat held just out of its treat, he waited for permission from Suzuya to grab a few to eat. Maybe sweets would let him forget whatever horrors he saw that may or may not have been related to his "spouse."  

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Already a week had gone by, and the rabbit still had yet to officially meet his husband and child, which suited the rabbit just fine. He managed to find his own space in his apartment and kept himself distant from the people he was assigned to live with. However, he couldn’t avoid them forever, or run into other people. This was the case with the Cheshire, which made Peter hope that no other role holders landed in this place.

Oh how he wanted to be back at the castle, just so he could see his beloved Alice again! Even if it meant working for that tyrant of a queen. The only bright side to being here is that Vivaldi was not, thus he had no paperwork or duties to attend to. This was a small blessing in an otherwise hateful situation.

Before he could lament further, he felt a tap on his shoulder and heard a voice from behind him. Turning around, he gave the person behind him a cold stare.  

"No, I cannot. Now kindly do not touch me again."

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* When the other's cold gaze pierced Mikoshiba, a shiver ran down his spine. He had messed with the wrong stranger apparently, and like hell he was going to let such rudeness slide without consequences. Retaliation. He needed to retaliate somehow with his own force of will. His nervousness faded into bravado, no matter how false it was.

"You think you can boss me around?" He crossed his arms and gave a snide smirk. "I'll have you know I'm rather popular, so you wouldn't want my fans finding about this incident." The moment took him, and more prideful remarks escaped his trembling lips. "Now, will you tell me where apartment complex one is? Thank you very much." 

And then he walked away without getting an answer because he feared for his life at this point. Why did he threaten a stranger? Why did he say he had a horde of adoring fans when he just arrived? Just keep on walking; just keep on walking; don't look back. 

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[[ so i've been neglecting every blog i have bc i got some new games (dr and sdr2). now i'll try and get back into the groove of things........ 

like this post for a (short) starter! capping at two. (wink star) ]]

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memories || mikorin + suzuya

He's seeing visions. 

His body feels smaller, lighter, shorter, agile, crooked, -- pained. He sees creatures that seem human, so innocuously human, except when his eyes meet theirs; there's an animalistic hunger in their bright red eyes rimmed with the darkest black. But he can't look away. Those eyes are better than what's around him. 

There's blood. The smell invades his nostrils. The sticky liquid clings to his skin. There's blood on his hands; there's something else in his hands and they're covered in blood too, but he can't look, but somehow he knows what it is, and he know's why there's blood everywhere.

Then it moves to a chamber; the blood is washed away and he's facing another one of those creatures, more crazed in her eyes, and he finds he can't run. Learned helplessness in a way. Where would he run to? And then the monstrous woman utters words, a name, and he feels his eyes widen because she has something in her hand, but he can't tell what it is because now his eyes are screwed shut and he's screaming. Pain. The pain ripples from bottom to top, and then he's some place else. 

There's a new name he's called by now, in the same disgusting tone, and he recognizes it, and snaps back to reality. He realizes he's been reclining on the couch, almost ripping through a pillow through the sheer force of his terror. He can't move at first for the pain and fear he still feels in every fiber of his being. The sound of the door opening and shutting makes him remember why his attention snapped back to reality.

His voice barely escaping his throat, he speaks, "Suzuya?" 

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 ”—…. Otaku…”

So there were those types, even here… Not wanting to be rude though, Noboru picks one up, inspecting it closely—much to his own regret. "Why is this one… half naked..?”

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* "D-don't...!!" Reacting as swift as a coursing river, he snatched the box in the stranger's hands and hid it from view. "M-my business, okay?! T-this is my business! A-and I'm not an otaku! Screw you!" 

He picked up his bag and began piling his figures back in. 

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What!? I have to deal with ANOTHER parent? I guess you don't look too mature or anything, so it shouldn't be TOO bad... *grin grin*

"Don’t get too cocky, brat. I’m the image of maturity. Get ready for the most mature ride of a life time." 

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Could this guy really kick him out!? Okay, parents were kinda scary… Even if they looked like they belonged in a boyband.

"Okay… well since I’m the kid, I get to be doted on and taken care of, right? Are you going to give me candy?? Buy me presents!? Take me to an amusement park!!" he threw his arms up in excitement, grinning wildly. He couldn’t help but be just a LITTLE bit annoying, okay… 

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Alright, how did one handle kids? He had no clue, but he couldn't stand little brats.

"So you want be treated like a little kid, eh? How about we get you a pacifier and teddy bear while we're at it? And a little side note: mama here is broke." And then he realized his mistake a little too late, but refused to acknowledge it.

 "...l-let's just go to an amusement park, okay?"

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* The new starry couple...maybe *･゜ﾟ･*☆ ✖ Mikoto

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Pop!

As a weird popping sound was heard, the man looked away from the stranger and looked to the ground, and the only thing he saw was a…pretty lewd doll on the ground without a head, that probably explains the popping sound. While observing the box that was on the ground next to the fallen doll there were more of those and all of them were lewd which made Suzuya believe this stranger was a pervert.

All of a sudden the man started shouting at him, mostly about his doll, apparently called “Mayu-chan” and how he killed him, which left him with a confused look.

"Are you sure about that? And what the hell are you even saying? Are you talking about that thing on the ground, y’know you can still "save her life" if you leave my house—" wait. Did he also just say “my house”, in that moment he realized something. When the stranger finished his pretty ridiculous talk, Suzuya stepped one foot away from him and before putting his knives back he played a bit with them, making it spin various times. When he put his weapons back where they were, he crouched and picked the doll and its head and gave it back to its owner.

"My my, I immensely apologize for all of that~! I hope "Mayu-chan" survives the attack, if she can’t I’ll do my best to find another one of those, mhm?" he giggles before he continues "I suppose you’re my new "spouse", huh? Quite tall aren’t ya? All of your dolls are also pretty funny looking, you seem like a pervert!" He surely was gentle wasn’t he, nonetheless, he bowed after that awful comment. "I am Suzuya Juuzou, 19 years old and I work at the moment as a detective, I hope we can get along, my new "spouse"".

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* P-pervert. Figures he wouldn't meet another person who understood his passions. And figures he wouldn't meet someone normal who wouldn't try to take his life at a moments notice. His image of a happy family with red chrysanthemums and asters surrounding them turned into a scene framed by dead flowers and grass... and a dead Mayu-chan. 

He let out a disgruntled sigh and rubbed the back of his head, averting his gaze as he spoke. "I'm Mikoto Mikoshiba..." His voice was low, feeling both sad about his broken figure and embarrassed at having to introduce himself to a person of apparent significance. "I'm only 17 so I'm a student..." He only looked up at Suzuya's eyes as he said one thing, "A-and I'm not a pervert!" 

His furrowed eyebrows eased a bit as he turned and crouched down to examine the remains of his figure. Because of his sheer unluckiness, Mayu-chan hadn't broken into two clean pieces; the area around her neck had shattered completely, leaving small pieces scattered around her. His head drooped down and he let out another sigh, this time feeling completely defeated. 

"Goodbye Mayu-chan," he whispered to himself before picking up the broken pieces of his heart his waifu. He placed every piece into his bag that was filled with the rest of his precious collection. The bag was pushed to the side, flush against the wall, away from any chance of further injury.

From his crouched position on the floor, he looked up at Suzuya with a look of half despair and half embarrassment. He didn't know what else to say; did he try to woo his new spouse after that disastrous first impression or did he save himself from further ill opinions. This kind of thing didn't happen into any of the games he played, be it the average dating sim, an otome game, or even a BL game (he wondered which would apply here the most, but didn't want to think of the endings he got in BL games). 

Despite it all, he did manage to say one thing: "Is something suppose to happen now?"

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* The new starry couple...maybe *･゜ﾟ･*☆ ✖ Mikoto

After more than two weeks of being here in Hydread, Suzuya was still not really used to the idea of having a “spouse”, to be honest he didn’t even know what a “spouse” was, for sure a regular person that lives here, but besides that he didn’t know nothing. When he got here the first time apparently he was assigned a “wife” but the so called “wife” never came to the home, leaving Suzuya always bored and making him always hang around the town since why stay home if there’s nothing to do, but one day all of a sudden he got a mail saying that he got a new “husband”. He didn’t really know how to feel about it but he pretty much didn’t care about it that much since he didn’t even know how his previous “spouse” looked like and even their name, good joob man.

One day, after work, Suzuya felt extremely sleepy and didn’t really want to hang out at the Cafe like he usually does everyday so today he thought about going straight home, eat some snacks and chill on the couch while watching some TV or something.

After a slow walk towards his apartment, when he got in front of his door like everytime he gets his keys out of his pockets and inserts in the keyhole when he realized something unusual about it, the lock wasn’t on, that was certainly weird especially because Suzuya was sure he closed the door before leaving. The first thing that came up in mind was that maybe a thief came inside, that surely wasn’t good, and so the man took two of his switchblades out ready to fight and immediately barged inside the house and ran towards the other one in and in a split second the twos were extremely close that almost he could feel the other’s on breath. Pointing the knives to the stranger’s throat, this obviously startled the red-haired person inside the house. What a nice traumatic meeting!

"H e y, who might you be? If you are here to steal stuff from my apartment, I’ll be sure to cut you up well, mister.”

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* The only information Mikoshiba had been given upon arrival to the city was: one, his living arrangements; two, his new school; and three, his new family. 

Who would've thought a 17 year old would already have a spouse and child, though they were more or less forcefully assigned. At least they could've given him a picture of his family before sending him off on his marry merry. The person that drew most of his interest was his new "husband." Were they suppose to act all couple-y, or was this all just for show? His heart thumped hard in his chest imagining being all love-y dove-y with someone 3D and not plastic. 

He had arrived hours before to an empty house, but ran out immediately. Of course, he returned and still found the place to be completely and utterly empty. With a forlorn sigh, he opted to begin unpacking his figures at least. He found that there were shelves perfect for them (though, he assumed its original intent was a bookshelf). Half way through his collection, someone slammed through the door and made an move on his life. 

The figure in his hand dropped to the ground and the girl's plastic head popped right off her scantly clad plastic body. Mikoshiba wanted to cry. That was limited edition. He actually did begin crying; tears formed at the corner of his eyes. His eyes trailed from his dead waifu to his attacker, looking the other straight in the eye, appearing completely unmenacing. 

"I'm not trying to steal anything!! Why are you trying to kill me? Why did you kill Mayu-chan?!" All he wanted to do was crouch down and superglue the figure back together before the soul of her left the stone cold plastic completely, but he kept completely still, not wanting to have his neck accidentally slit. "W-who are you anyway? Why are you in my house? Why did you kill Mayu-chan?!" 

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What!? I have to deal with ANOTHER parent? I guess you don't look too mature or anything, so it shouldn't be TOO bad... *grin grin*

"Don’t get too cocky, brat. I’m the image of maturity. Get ready for the most mature ride of a life time." 

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 He squirms around, trying to get out of Mikoshiba’s grip without much success. 

"Gah!! You know I was just kidding, r-right!? I’ll be good!"

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"You better be good, or else you're out on the streets. I'm the papa now, so I have all the power!"

He lets the kid down, like he's calming down from his brief rage, but, really, his arms are getting tired from holding him up. 

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 Noboru was simply touring the noisy boulevard when—

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--a student dropped all his bags, revealing all his bishoujo figures he just bought.

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spit it out!

A beautiful young lady approached Mikoshiba and his natural response was to go into full bishounen mode. Sparkles and roses seemed to form around his calm and collected face, accentuating his long eyelashes. 

From the shopping bag he was holding, he took out a single orange.

☆*･゜ﾟ･* ”Oranges are delicious and good for you.” *･゜ﾟ･*☆

He lightly kissed the orange before placing it in her hands and leaving with a final wink. As he left, one could see his eyes burning a bright red. 

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What!? I have to deal with ANOTHER parent? I guess you don't look too mature or anything, so it shouldn't be TOO bad... *grin grin*

"Don’t get too cocky, brat. I’m the image of maturity. Get ready for the most mature ride of a life time." 

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Whaaat? You serious? Looks about as mature as a One Direction concert, to me.

… But really, are you serious? Because that sounds like the last ride I’d ever wanna get on.

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So he proceeds to pick up a seemingly 13 year old kid and hold him up.

"E-excuse me! I want to return this child for a new one! Preferably for someone who isn't a rude brat!" 

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Spit it out!

There were pertinent questions to be answered now if this relationship was to work out without too much trouble, but one struck Mikoshiba as most important.

“Does the carpet match the drapes?”

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When Koheita’s boss told him that he needed to start bringing in more customers, he definitely did not mean this trash of a flier. You couldn’t really blame Koheita; he was truly the dumbest in his class, after all! Besides, he wasn’t that great with writing or … doing anything creative, to be honest…

Understanding as he was, his boss couldn’t help but want to throw the paper out, considering the trampoline park definitely wasn’t open 24/7 and it definitely didn’t help that Koheita certainly didn’t know how to spell the name of the company. Koheita slightly dulled as he watched his boss tell him all the things he did wrong. He felt even worse when his boss told him that there was no way he could use it.

All that work, wasted! 

Huffing, he stared at the paper out with pride anyway as he sat outside on his break. “It’s not like he even did anything!!" he grumbled, holding up his amazing masterpiece. "It’s not that ba—" And suddenly a gust of wind threw the paper in the air. "Oi! Get back here!”

It didn’t even travel far, smacking a nearby person in the face. Snickering, he ran straight up to the poor victim. “Oi! Thanks for - ahhh - grabbin’ it!!”

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* Mikoshiba's world was thrown upside down... or at the very least darkened to a significant extent. 

Though he did his best to mind his own business, a stray paper just so happen to inelegantly cover his face so suddenly. Behind the wall of paper obscuring his sight, he could hear some guy laughing at him. Naturally, he assumed he was playing some sort of joke on him. 

He took the paper off his face and looked at it. What the hell. It looked like something a kid who just learned how to read and write would make and show to his teachers with pride. His eyes wandered back to the guy in front of him, then back at the paper, then back at the guy.

"Excellent form," he said, looking and sounding completely serious.  "The handwriting and spelling need a little work, but I can see potential. Don't throw away your work like this." 

He patted the guy's shoulder twice and handed the paper back to him, staring at him with an expression of extreme confidence and pride as if, yes, Mikoshiba had been the aforementioned teacher that the artwork was shown to. 

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spit it out.

Holy hell, did Mikoto Mikoshiba need to piss. However, being a man with honor and manners, he stood there waiting in line to the restroom, noticeably more busy today. Some guy just happen to cut in front of him right as it was his turn, and he could feel the egotism dripping off that guy’s bare naval. So, of course, he pushed the weirdo aside and rushed to do his business, not, of course, before yelling:

"I really need to pee!!" 

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☆*･゜ﾟ･* “Does the carpet match the drapes?" *･゜ﾟ･*☆

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