EPRIME

Gauntlet, my original prose novel, is available in paperback through Chromatic Press/Sparkler Monthly! The ebook version is available at Sparkler Monthly or through Amazon. My fandom writing can be found on (on AO3).

[green-destiny]

New VF Novel: Finder no Souen

The new novel has some very angry eyes and a summary. And it’s about Asami’s past… YESSSssssSSS!! I’ve been itching for the longest time for even a tiny hint of back story from Asami Ryuichi’s past.

http://www.b-boy.jp/special/finder_novel_souen/

Translated: “’Blue Flame in the Finder’

A Young prosecutor, Kuroda Shinji, meets a new transfer student, one, Asami Ryuichi. Hardly ever turning up to school and with many dark rumours whispered about him, Asami is regarded with fear and envy among the other students. It’s this reason that inspires Kuroda to get to know this mysterious pupil more closely…”

Can I just say, on behalf of all the thirsty VF fans everywhere, that you are doing God’s work, Kuroda. Bravo you excellent man.

d,jh;gdkf,gdf I . Can’t . Wait!

[eprime]

EUREKA!

I think I’ve finally figured the plot out!!!  ‘Blue Flame’ is both Asami’s model name and his signature move.  We’ve all wondered the origins of that piercing gaze that makes ukes everywhere swoon.  Obviously, Asami misses so much school to take part in international catwalks and top model walk offs!

[green-destiny]

New VF Novel: Finder no Souen

The new novel has some very angry eyes and a summary. And it’s about Asami’s past… YESSSssssSSS!! I’ve been itching for the longest time for even a tiny hint of back story from Asami Ryuichi’s past.

http://www.b-boy.jp/special/finder_novel_souen/

Translated: “’Blue Flame in the Finder’

A Young prosecutor, Kuroda Shinji, meets a new transfer student, one, Asami Ryuichi. Hardly ever turning up to school and with many dark rumours whispered about him, Asami is regarded with fear and envy among the other students. It’s this reason that inspires Kuroda to get to know this mysterious pupil more closely…”

Can I just say, on behalf of all the thirsty VF fans everywhere, that you are doing God’s work, Kuroda. Bravo you excellent man.

d,jh;gdkf,gdf I . Can’t . Wait!

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[eprime]

To my Kuroko, xskyzx!

Title: Miracles Are Forever

I’m so sorry I’m a day late, but I hope this bit of silliness makes you smile!

Kuroko looked up at the sky. The sun was hanging low, though it would be a couple of hours before full dark. But even so, an unusually thick layer of clouds had rolled in bringing a gray cast to the city. The air was hot and humid, making his thin t-shirt cling unpleasantly to his chest. He hurried his steps, feeling unaccountably nervous, as if the gloomy sky was affecting his mood too.   Of course, it would be too bad if his meetup with the others got rained out. It had been a while since they’d all been able to get together, and he was looking forward to a game with his old team mates, especially with…

CRACK!

Kuroko flinched at the roll of thunder and looked wide-eyed at the mass of dark clouds.  The rain gods seemed content to hold off for now, but Kuroko broke into a jog anyway.  The court where they were to meet wasn’t one Kuroko had been to before.  As he turned down a tree-lined street, he noticed that it certainly seemed to be in a rather out of the way location.  He stopped to look at his phone and noted that the route took him down an even more obscure lane and then through a small park set away from any residential areas. 

It was peculiar, but then, Aomine-kun and Kise-kun could be very noisy. He spied a chain-link fence past a thick growth of riotous shrubbery that looked as if it hadn’t seen a hedge trimmer in years.  How in the world had they found this place? And why were they meeting here instead of at their regular court?  Kuroko wondered just whose idea it had been. Momoi hadn’t said when she’d call to arrange the details, even though Akashi had been the one to suggest this particular get together.

A tiny smile curved Kuroko’s mouth as he pushed through the tangle of kudzu that twisted across the path. The door to the caged court swung in the wind that had just started to pick up.  Anticipation was making it hard for him to breathe evenly, and not just because of his little jog. Even though he hadn’t seen Akashi in several weeks, their not too infrequent texts and calls seemed to hint of things that made Kuroko’s cheeks burn a little just thinking about it.  He was almost entirely certain that Akashi and he had been maintaining a subtle but ongoing flirtation.

But the court was empty. That was odd. He pulled his phone from his pocket. No, he wasn’t early. He was right on time.

“Tetsuya.”

Kuroko spun around with a little gasp. Akashi stood behind him on the path looking entirely too amused by Kuroko’s uncharacteristic fluster.

“Akashi-kun, when did you…” Kuroko trailed off, staring intently as Akashi evenly met his searching gaze. Something seemed…off.  It almost reminded of the times Akashi had switched, but, no, that wasn’t it exactly.

“We arrived a few minutes ago,” Akashi answered the unfinished question.

“We?” Kuroko questioned. “But there’s no one else here.”

A giggle from behind him made him spin around to face the court again. Momoi waved at him, beaming, while around her stood Aomine, Kise, Midorima, and Murasakibara.  Where did they come from? Had they been hiding from him?

“Yo, Tetsu,” Aomine said first, and then the others chimed in with their own greetings. They all seemed oddly jittery, even Murasakibara, staring at Kuroko with almost too keen interest.

“Everyone…” Kuroko frowned. “What’s going on. Are you playing a joke on me?”

“No joke, Tetsuya.”  Kuroko shivered as Akashi’s breath ghosted against his ear.  When had he come so close?  “We’re just pleased to see you.” Akashi’s voice dropped to a low tone. “Especially me.”

Heat painted Kuroko’s cheeks a faint pink, and his heart started to beat a little faster at that unexpected declaration. Oddly, everyone immediately crowded around him and Kuroko blinked up at that in confusion.

Akashi cleared his throat and just like that they all were a respectable distance away. All except Akashi, who was now planted right in front of him and…was he sniffing his neck? Kuroko blinked again, and Akashi was spinning a ball on his finger with a challenging grin.  Maybe the heat and humidity were making him light-headed, but Kuroko shook off his disorientation, competitive streak engaged by Akashi’s smirk.

“Shall we play?” Kuroko asked, deciding that whatever weirdness his friends were displaying would disappear once the game began.

“Oh, yes,” Akashi’s smile widened and for a moment Kuroko could’ve sworn that he saw something strange. Akashi’s teeth—

CRACK!

Another boom of thunder made Kuroko jolt, and the wind pushed the clouds until they loomed over the court like great, dark pillows.  “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

The ball sailed toward him and Kuroko caught it reflexively.

“Even if it rains, we’ll just dodge the raindrops.” Aomine crowed.

The rain held off, though, but Kuroko proceeded to play the most bizarre game of basketball he’d ever experienced since he first picked up a basketball. It started typically enough, even if it was on a slightly higher level than normal. Everyone’s game play was seamless. It reminded Kuroko of Akashi’s ability to sync the rhythms of all the players into a perfect pattern. Kuroko’s efforts rose to meet theirs. Exhilaration sang through his veins as they wove through the familiar dance, all long-limbed, fluid motion.

Akashi’s eyes flashed at him from across the court as he caught one of Kuroko’s passes. His teeth gleamed.

Kuroko couldn’t look away. Akashi was so beautiful as always. His grace a sight to behold as he sped and spun and danced from one basket to the other. They all were stunning, in fact.  Aomine’s effortless prowl and Kise’s bright, dangerous speed. Midorima’s sharp, but elegant precision. Murasakibara’s raw power.

And then things got weird.  Another thunder crack seemed to push some invisible fast forward button and the others shifted into even higher levels, leaving Kuroko scrambling to keep pace until his chest was heaving uncontrollably and his lungs hurt and the sweat was dripping from his face, his shirt drenched to the skin. He stumbled to a halt as the rest of them seemed to literally blur on the court in front of him. Afterimages of streaming colors imprinted on his retinas. And then Akashi was there above the net—and Kuroko knew he could jump, but that high? – hanging for an impossible moment in the air, defying gravity as if it were nothing.

Kuroko gaped, then the ball slammed through net to the concrete surface below and Kuroko felt the impact in his bones.  They were all still on the court, frozen in poses of action and reaction and smiling widely at Kuroko’s stunned gaze. He must be hallucinating. He <i>must</i>. Because even the Generation of Miracles couldn’t move that fast. They couldn’t pull off such feats. It was impossible.

Even Momoi, who’d been cheering them on from the edge of the court was watching Kuroko with bright, shining eyes, even she seemed charged with some strange electrical presence. Her long, pink hair seemed to float in the air around her as the strengthening winds buffeted around the court. Her eyes…

Kuroko staggered, a wave of dizziness sweeping over him with unexpected force. His hand came up and clutched at his damp shirt, right over his madly beating heart.

“Tetsuya.”

In an instant, Akashi was invading his personal space again.

“Akashi-kun…” Kuroko gasped. “What…what is this?”

“We wanted you to see.”  Akashi’s fingertips slid across Kuroko’s cheekbone tenderly, then slipped down to follow the line of this throat. “To show you with something that you love.”

“Show me what exactly?” Kuroko managed to ask shakily. “How did you…how is this possible?”

“We wanted you to see how magnificent it can be. Of course, this is just but an infinitesimal aspect out of infinite possibilities, but— “

“But it’s damn fun!” Aomine interjected.

Akashi smiled indulgently. “And we’d hoped…I’d hoped that it would help you be…accepting.”

“Accepting.” Kuroko looked at Akashi without comprehension. “Accepting of what?”

“The gift I want to give you, Kuroko. The gift I’ve already given to the others.”

Somehow, while Akashi was speaking, they’d all formed a loose, looming semi-circle around Kuroko. In perfect choreography, they all smiled. Kuroko’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes flew wide.

So sharp, their incisors impossibly long and white, gleamed in the dusky light. Disbelieving protests died on Kuroko’s lips. He met Akashi’s mesmerizing gaze again. Somehow, he knew it was real. Whatever it was. Even if it seemed to be patently absurd.

“How?” He asked instead.

Akashi’s wild grin softened. “It turns out my mother wasn’t actually sick all those years ago. Well, not in the way that I thought. She was changed. Into this.”  Akashi’s elegant fingers made a sweeping motion, indicating himself and the others gathered around. “She was waiting.”

“Akashi-kun’s mother?” Kuroko repeated in slow shock. “But…waiting for what?”

“For me to mature. To find a circle of companions worthy of standing with me forever. To find…” he smiled tenderly at Kuroko, “you.”

“Me?” Kuroko flushed. “You…do you mean…”

“Be mine, Tetsuya,” Akashi murmured. “Forever.”

Confused thoughts swirled in Kuroko’s head.  He couldn’t deny the strong tug in his gut, his heart, and someplace even deeper that called to the burning look in Akashi’s eyes, to his confession. The air fairly sizzled between them, and he caught the barest taste of the pure force and possibility in this offer. His blood, body, and skin felt electric.

“I can hear your heart beat, Tetsuya.” Akashi stepped closer. “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” Kuroko said, “but…”  His family. Seirin.  Everything…

What would he have to give up? What would he have to do?

“What’s the problem, Tetsu?” Aomine called. “It’s right up your alley. Just think, now when you start fights with punks you’ll be able to take them out on your own.”

“Aomine-kun,” Kuroko leveled a look at him. “I don’t start fights.”

Everyone snorted, except for Midorima who surprisingly said, “It’s not as bad as you might think, Kuroko. It has…certain advantages.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “I don’t need these anymore, in fact. Although, since I’m used to them…”

Aomine snickered.

“It’s totally awesome, Kurokocchi!” Kise vibrated with eagerness to convince him. “Like, I made this weather like this! It’s so atmospheric, right?! The thunder!  The dark clouds! I thought it was the perfect setting for this even if the others didn’t agree.  But also, you’ll be faster, stronger— “

“But no smarter in your case,” Midorima said bitingly.

“That’s so mean!”

“It really is okay, Tetsu-kun!” Momoi said reassuringly. “I can get so much more done now, and we still go to school. You can make it so no one notices.”

“Heh, it’s really easy to get the coach off your back now, too,” Aomine agreed. “Just look ‘em in the eye and— “

“That’s hardly appropriate.”  Midorima cast a disapproving scowl at his unrepentant shrug.

“Kuro-chin, don’t worry.” Murasakibara reached his huge hand to scrub through Kuroko’s hair. “We can still eat snacks too.  We don’t have to drink blood all the time.”

“Blood…” Kuroko stiffened.

Several hands smacked Murasakibara.

“Tetsuya, I know what you’re thinking, but…it’s not like that. We don’t have to hurt anyone.” Akashi held his gaze. “I promise you that.”

“Akashi-kun…” Kuroko felt the pull to him even more strongly. But could he really accept such a big change?

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. “I know what you’re feeling, Kuroko.”

“Kagami-kun!”  Kuroko stared at his friend in shock. “You too?!”

Kagami turned red and scratched at the back of his head. “W-well, yeah…” he stammered. “I mean, at first I was, like, no way! But when that idiot over there— “ he jerked a thumb at Aomine, “kept telling me about the amazing games we could have against each other…well, I just couldn’t resist.”

Kuroko stared at him in disbelief. “Basketball idiot…” he whispered.

Akashi’s chuckle broke him out of his shock.

“We all are, aren’t we? But this goes beyond that, Tetsuya. We can make a life—so to speak,” he added when Kuroko raised an eyebrow, “a life where we can accomplish greater things than we ever dreamed.”

“I’m sure Akashi’s dreams were already on an otherworldly level of ambition, as well as his ability to achieve them.”

“Tetsuya flatters me.” Akash’s fond smile made Kuroko’s stomach flutter.

“But…don’t I actually have to die?” Kuroko asked quietly. 

“Think of it as a transformation,” Akashi said with a seductive persuasion that made Kuroko’s knees weak too. “I need to bite you here.” Fingertips ghosted the pulsing throb at his throat. “One instant of very brief pain, and then…I’ll suck…long…slow…deep…drinking it up…all of your essence…taking more until you tremble in my arms and feel as if you’ll die of bliss.”

Kuroko shuddered.

“Oi, get a room, you two!” Aomine called.

“Dai-chan!”

“Ow!”

Akashi and Kuroko ignored the scuffle that broke out behind them.

“What then?” Kuroko said, letting out a shaky breath.

“Then,” Akashi stepped closer. “You’ll drink of me too. Your lips…your teeth…sinking into my skin. My scent will surround you…soothe you.  My taste…oh, it will drive you mad.  You’ll drink me while I drink you and we’ll pass through each other…mingle our essence until there’s nothing but pure pleasure singing through every part of us. And then…”

Kuroko almost whimpered, and he was so very thankful when Akashi’s arm went around his waist. His legs were none to steady and his heart…oh, it beat so fast. Akashi looked hungry…ravenous even. “Then…” Kuroko whispered.

“Then the world will open up to you like you never imagined.” Akashi’s lips nuzzled his threat. His tongue pressed against the fluttering vein so close to the surface of Kuroko’s skin. “Then…you will be mine and I will be yours...forever.”

Kuroko still had so many questions, a few fears, a world of confusion, but he didn’t hesitate.  He couldn’t.

He breathed out a single word.

“Yes.”

[exucaribur]

gUESS WHO’S BEEN ARTBLOCKED FOR THE PAST MONTH that’s right ME but thankfully i managed to draw soMETHING in time ;v; i tried _(:3 I hope you like this drawing nonetheless  /// my sweet Kuroko, Eprime :D

[eprime]

Thank you so much! This is lovely and adorable! I love my White Day treat. <3

[xskyzx]

Even You Should Know.

To my lovely, Akashi #61! Happy Valentine’s day! I hope you enjoy this!

~~~

Everybody had known and it wasn’t as if he was exactly hiding it from the other, but perhaps the other was really dense…more so than Kuroko thought. And yet here they were. He managed to convince Akashi to join him on their trip to the convenience store little did he know everyone else had decided to leave last minute. He could handle this they were both in high school now.

“Well, there’s no harm in just us, is there Tetsuya?” Akashi said looking to him.

All he could do was simply nod his head following the other as they went. It hadn’t been long since the winter cup and he hoped things between them weren’t too bad. The other had gotten used to using his first name and vice versa, Kuroko was used to hearing it anyways. They walked in silence and as quiet as it was Kuroko didn’t mind seeing as how he could sneak in short glances to the others face. He was used to watching and reading others, but as usual Akashi remained unreadable to him. And quite unpredictable. He barely caught himself staring before he started taking in the others features. Long red lashes, stunning red orbs, and along with his crimson hair. He eyes begin to wander before the other spoke.

“Tetsuya, which flavor do you prefer?” Akashi asked as they had already entered the store.

Kuroko coughed and pretended to look at it instead of the other. “Vanilla is my usual.” He replied. Before he could Akashi had already picked up two popsicles and paid for them.

“Akashi-kun, let me repay you.” He said digging through his pocket.

“Nonsense Tetsuya, it’s fine.” He replied handing the other his share.

Kuroko sighed softly but accepted it knowing the other wouldn’t give in any time soon. He undid his popsicle and began to eat before he noticed Akashi hadn’t done so.

“Akashi-kun, is something wrong?” He asked noticing Akashi had picked a flavor different from his.

“I’ve never had this before.” Akashi replied doing the same before eating it. “Sweet…”

Kuroko found himself smiling softly. He never remembered Akashi coming to join them during Teiko, even if he was invited. The other had always politely declined him. He was glad they could at least do this now.

“I’m glad, Akashi-kun…” He said softly.

“Hm, why is that, Tetsuya?” Akashi asked glancing over.

“That Akashi-kun has joined me again today.” He said looking to the other.

Akashi chuckled softly. “So am I, Tetsuya. Very much so.” He said taking the others hand.

Kuroko blushed faintly at the others boldness in public. “Akashi-kun is embarrassing.”

“Of course. Although Tetsuya started it.” He said.

“Akashi-kun is unfair.” Kuroko stated pouting slightly as he finished off the rest of his melting treat.

Akashi had done so as well as they walked together hands still laced together. However, Akashi began to notice the many pairs lining the streets and was quite curious as to why? He noted the many couples riding bikes, others eating lunch together, and the stores lined with red and pink that were usually never there. As it dawned on him Akashi felt Kuroko’s lips pressed to his cheek. How could he be so dense? Not seeing the clear signs?

“Happy Valentine’s day, Akashi-kun.” Kuroko said softly into his ear before pulling back.

Akashi felt the sudden dread upon his shoulders on forgetting something like this for the other. He had been busy so perhaps he had an excuse, but surely Kuroko would be devastated. Perhaps that’s why all the others left. He mentally sighed before turning to Kuroko smiling.

“Thank you, Tetsuya, Happy Valentine’s day. But we must leave now.” He said calling his driver.

“Eh? Is something wrong?” Kuroko asked tilting his head.

Akashi meerly shook his head as the driver pulled up before Kuroko could blink.

“You’ll be joining me for tonight.” Was all Kuroko heard as he was pulled into the car.

Akashi woke up early the next morning seeing the other besides him. He smiled softly brushing Kuroko’s messy, blue locks away from his face. He looked over the others soft, beautiful features as the others face contorted a bit before remaining peaceful and moving into his warmth. Akashi pulled his arms around Kuroko tighter.

“Good morning, Tetsuya.” He said calling the other to wake.

“Mhm…Akashi-kun, morning…” Kuroko muttered.

“Oh? What happened to Sei-kun? From last night?” He said a sly smile on his lips.

He chuckled softly as the tips of the others ears burned red. He leaned in to kiss Kuroko’s head, but just before so he met the others soft lips.

“Seijurou-kun…” Kuroko said softly.

Akashi could only hum softly against the others lips before pulling the other back into the bed kissing him deeply.

“S-seijurou, wait!” Was the last thing Akashi heard from the other.

[eprime]

Thank you so much for the sweet treat! Perfect for Valentine’s Day, my Kuroko. :) <3

[eprime]

In the Belly of a Mountain (Come Home)

Happy Valentine’s Day, Akashi #38!

(My musical inspiration: Come Home and  In the Belly of a Mountain.)

Akashi was deep in thought as he drove his usual route to his offices at the Akashi headquarters in Tokyo. The streets teemed with early morning traffic and crowds of crossing pedestrians in shades of salaryman blues and grays and other bland neutrals that transformed them into one homogenous mass. The sky matched – a muggy, sweltering June haze hanging over the cityscape, threatening a downpour sooner rather than later. The humidity was oppressive, almost a tangible weight on his shoulders, tempting him to slump before the steering wheel, even though an Akashi always maintained proper posture. He straightened a barely perceptible degree based on ingrained reflexes and continued to navigate almost purely on autopilot while internally rehearsing his morning meeting speech. 

On the outskirts of Ōtemachi, a peripheral flashing caught his attention, just as the clouds let loose and the rain started coming down in sheets.  The passenger seat belt indicator glowed orange and flashed insistently every second or so.  His briefcase, he thought, casting his gaze to the seat next to him. It was empty. No. The heavy leather satchel, he now recalled, rested on the floor behind his own seat.

He frowned. Was it a malfunction? The car had been recently serviced. Perhaps it was only a momentary quirk that would resolve itself. But the light blinked with steady precision, and his fingers tightened around the steering wheel.  He could feel his pulse through the tight grip, fueled by his heart beat and seeming to match with each orange flash. He released a short breath, expelling his sudden tension with deliberate focus, but a crack of thunder undid the moment. He jolted and the car wavered in its trajectory for a moment as a jagged fork of light emblazoned an afterimage on his vision.

He blinked it away, and his gazed dropped again to the crude, blinking image of a person crossed by a lap and shoulder belt. Funny how the figure looked more as if it was being X-ed out, negated by the universal ‘not permitted’ symbol, rather than depicting a safety procedure. A car alarm started wailing, and the sound of sirens shrilled from far off.  He flicked a glance at the rear view mirror, but saw nothing but rows of creeping cars and the hypnotic sweep of wipers. Irritated by his distraction, he shrugged off such a minor nuisance. It was of no matter. The upcoming meeting, on the other hand, absolutely was. He reduced his speed slightly, while the windshield wipers moved back and forth in rapid motion.

His lips moved in silent rehearsal of percentages and profit margins, but after a few moments his gaze shifted left again. At the next light he reached over and smoothed his hand over the dark leather, then pushed down hard in the center of the seat.  The indicator light didn’t stop its steady blink.

Akashi drew back and drove on when the light changed. It wasn’t until a full-body shiver made the hairs on his arms stand up, even beneath the later of his crisp shirt and suit jacket, that he realized how chilled he’d become. Despite the warmth of the day, the thick, soupiness of the air must not mix well with the air-conditioned chill coming from the vents. He flicked off the A/C and tried to turn his thoughts back to work. Three blocks later, he was still shivering, and he turned on the heat.

He needed to be able to focus, to settle his ideas before the meeting. Not that he wasn’t prepared. He always was, after all. But a nagging feeling that he was forgetting something wouldn’t quite go away. It was a relief to finally reach the shelter of the parking garage.

The silence in the sudden absence of the drilling rain was a boon. An ache that had manifested behind his eyeballs and crept down to settle in his neck eased a little. He slid into his spot and turned off the engine, feeling a jolt of satisfaction as the errant indicator light died. He murmured polite but inconsequential nothings to the doorman, the elevator attendant, and various others he passed on the way up to his office suite. His secretary met him with a coffee and a schedule that Akashi had already memorized.

His meeting went as expected, and his day passed in uneventful routine. The rain threw itself against the windows all day, distorting his view of the city below. It made him feel wrapped in some invisible cocoon, distanced from sight and sound and other senses. His father called from Berlin, a conversation he navigated with detached expertise well enough to satisfy the man’s exacting standards. A dreary lunch with an important yet painfully dull man who needed his favor took over three hours. He attended back to back meetings the rest of the day, catching up on paperwork well into the evening, and finally finished up with an overseas call to New York.

His body ached as he walked to his car to return home, but his fatigue receded as he settled into the low slung bucket seat. The leather felt cool against his back, and he closed his eyes a moment, hesitating before turning on the car. He was strangely on edge. By touch, he started the car and only when he heard the soft, smooth purr of the engine, did he open his eyes.  His gaze went right to the dash. The passenger seat belt light stayed dark. He felt oddly deflated. That was that. It had been a temporary glitch after all.

He hardly remembered the rest of the ride home. The monotonous drone of the rain and the unpleasant glare of headlights sent him into a dull haze, and he almost stumbled at his doorstep, a cool night breeze following him over the threshold. He ate and bathed quickly and fell into both bed and sleep with great appreciation.

The next morning dawned as gray as the last. After breakfast, he told himself he should look through the files he’d brought home to read over the weekend, but he was too restless to even open his briefcase and pretend that he might actually do work. Instead, he paced around like a caged tiger. The shogi board was laid out in mid-game, and he studied it a moment before placing a tile, then rested his chin on his hand, studying the board to best counter the move he just made.

His brow furrowed. It was odd. When he played two sides, he always played to win both, of course, but the arrangement of tiles spread before his eyes was…less than optimal.  True, it had been a while, a score of days maybe since he’d played a turn, but he couldn’t quite remember how or why he’d made such unusual choices this game. He played out the permutations with rapid skill in his mind, smiling when he eventually saw a move that could have taken the game against a lesser player. Not against him, though. A small smile hovered about his lips as he precisely moved tiles, one after the other laid out in their perfect squares, until the last victorious move. The smile twisted into a wry grimace. Even for him, feeling gratification at a win against himself was a bit absurd. “I am absolute,” he whispered as if to defend himself, the tip of his forefinger stroking the tokin – the promoted pawn -- that had finished the game. The mild bitterness of the words sat on his tongue like a dissolving aspirin.  It tasted like lies.  Lies and…and…loss.

Akashi exhaled through his nostrils, making a sound just shy of a snort. When had he ever lost, and why was introspection taking such an uncharacteristic turn? It wasn’t like him at all, and he resolved to shake off such useless speculations and make productive use of the rest of the day. He read through reports, making notes at his elegant mahogany desk, pushing through the relentless tedium, but a faint niggling at the back of his mind remained, insinuating into his thoughts and intruding on his concentration every now and then.  The silence of the house made his thoughts seem all the louder.

What was it?

He knew himself well enough to know not to discount the disquieting feeling, but he couldn’t place the source of it. He ran through a mental list of his commitments, both business and social, but came up with nothing that wasn’t already accounted or planned for. The basic mundanities of daily chores were all equally sorted, as well. In any case, dry cleaning or a tailoring appointment or the like weren’t something to cast such an unrest over his mind.

It was something that required further attention. But not now. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he should eat lunch. He made himself a simple meal and ate it under the sheltered small terrace that looked out over the gardens. The rain fell, bowing spring blooms to the wet, green blades of fescue grass whose sharps edges were softened by the misty, humid haze that brewed up within the confines of the protected corner. Aesthetically, the view pleased, but somehow a sense of wrongness pervaded the scene. A flaw Akashi couldn’t place.

The chime of a bell interrupted his reverie. The number of people who would visit him unannounced were few, so he wasn’t surprised to see Midorima at the door holding a large, transparent umbrella dotted with the images of dark blue raindrops.

“Shintarou,” he greeted, gesturing for him to enter.  He waited for him to awkwardly step in and close the umbrella, and then to remove his shoes and slip on the guest pair that sat waiting in the alcove. “I’ll make tea.”

Midorima followed him to the kitchen, still clutching the now furled umbrella in one hand. “What brings you here today?” Akashi turned from the small iron tea pot to meet the troubled gaze behind glasses spotted with tiny droplets of water. Midorima accepted the clean towel he offered with a nod of thanks.

“Akashi…” Midorima hesitated, looking young and vulnerable with the glasses in hand as he polished them methodically. His long lashes swept down to touch his cheekbones that reddened faintly. “Are you aware that Sagittarius is ranked second to last today?”

“No,” Akashi said. “I was not aware.” He looked at Midorima speculatively. “It’s been a while since you felt the need to inform me of such matters.”

“Yes, well,” Midorima returned the glasses to his face and seemed to regain some of his confidence with the gesture, “I know you choose to pursue your fate boldly according to your own directions, however…”

Akashi shifted an eyebrow up in slight inquiry. “However?”

Midorima shifted under Akashi’s sharp gaze. “This morning I felt…compelled…to bring it to your attention.”

“Is that so?”  Akashi set two cups on the counter and pour tea in to them.  “May I ask why?”

“I would rather not say.”

Akashi turned. Midorima looked tense and uncomfortable, but his voice had been surprisingly firm. “So you came all this way to tell me that I am ranked second to last today?”

“Yes.” Midorima’s chin lifted a little, though neither Akashi’s voice nor thoughts held any trace of derision.

“Who ranked last?”

The unexpected question made Midorima blink. “Ah…that would be Aquarius.”

“I see.”  Although, Akashi didn’t. It was peculiar. Not that Midorima wasn’t peculiar. But this admonition, this warning, felt all of piece with his own muddled mood. It was starting to rankle that he could find no cause for it.

“I also wanted to give you this.”  Midorima held out a small key fob from which dangled a tiny orange basketball.

Akashi’s heart skipped when his hand curled around it.  “It’s been a while since we’ve had a game.”

“That is true.” Midorima sniffed. “Though, it’s to be expected.”

“Is it?” Akashi asked, that pervading sense of wrongness pushing at the corners of his mind again. “We haven’t played, not all of us, not since…not since…”

“Akashi,” Midorima interrupted, “forgive me for being rude, but I can’t stay. I only became because…well, because Oha Asa stressed how important it was for you to carry your lucky item today.”

“Of course,” Akashi smiled. “Another time then. Let’s meet soon. And, Shintarou. Thank you for your consideration.”

Midorima averted his gaze and cleared his throat. “I hope it brings you good fortune.”

Akashi led his guest through the main room, only to be stopped by a soft exclamation.

“Ah, Akashi, your shogi piece.” Midorima’s sharp eyes had noticed the tile on the floor next to the small table. He bent, long fingers plucking the piece from the smooth floor and offering it to Akashi.

Akashi’s eyes widened and looked to the board. It was the tokin he had used to checkmate the King.  How had it fallen? Perhaps when he and Midorima had entered they had brushed the board.

“Is something wrong?” Midorima asked, peering at Akashi with mild concern.

“No,” Akashi said slowly, “nothing.”

He saw Midorima out and stood a few moments staring out the open door.  As if his appearance was the signal, the deluge intensified. The odd tension Midorima’s presence had brought didn’t dissipate with his absence. Akashi stared at his hands, the key chain held in one and the shogi tile in the other.  So lost in thought was he, that the sound of his phone rattling on the foyer table made him startle. He closed the door and went to answer it with a premonition of some impending revelation.

It was Aomine. Akashi reflected a moment and decided he wasn’t surprised by a call out of the blue. Why that was true, he didn’t know.

“Ah…Akashi. Hey…it’s been a while.” Gruff voice, awkward phrasing, a casual drawling of words that disguised the kind person beneath. “I’m not calling at a bad time or anything?”

“Not at all,” Akashi soothed him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh…well…” Akashi could perfectly envision the sheepish look on Aomine’s face, the way he was probably scrubbing at the back of his head with one hand. “You see, this is your number, right? I mean, obviously…” Akashi waited patiently. “The thing is…I’m just returning your call.  You called me, right? Late last night, I mean.  Only I was dead asleep…hard day at work, you know? And it sort of woke me, but I could only hear these weird whispers, and I guess I thought maybe the connection was bad and that you’d call me back if it was important.” Aomine laughed nervously. “Only I must have fallen asleep again, and I had really strange dreams all night. Seemed like I heard those whispers all night long. Weird. And then, I woke up really late, and I kind of forgot you called until…well, until I saw something that made me think of it…” Aomine’s voice faded out, but came back firmly a few seconds later. “So I’m just now calling you back.”

Akashi processed that spew of words silently. “I didn’t,” he said after a moment.

“What?” Aomine asked.

“I didn’t call you.” He ignored Aomine’s response to flip through his call log, and there it was: Aomine Daiki. 3:21 AM.  He lifted the phone back up to his ear. “Aomine.”

“Yeah? Listen, are you sure? Your number shows right here on my phone. Maybe it was one of those accidental dials.  I’ve fallen asleep with my phone and rolled over on it an accidentally dialed Satsuki more than once. She gets really pis—“

“That must be it,” Akashi cut in, though he knew that it wasn’t true. His phone hadn’t been touched since he left it on the hallway table last night when he came home.

“Yeah, got it, so…” Aomine trailed off into awkward silence.

“Are you well, Aomine?” Akashi prompted.

“Me? Yeah. Of course. I mean, today’s been a bit weird. This whole month’s been off, come to think of it.” Aomine sketched a laugh. “But you know, nothing wrong really. Just one of those feelings…”

“Yes.” Akashi did know. “What was it that made you remember to call me?” he asked abruptly.

“Oh.” Aomine sounded startled. “Nothing really, just…I was out for a run.”

“In this rain?” Akashi didn’t hide his disapproval. Old habits die hard.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Aomine groused. “But I like it sometimes. It helps me think.”

Akashi’s lips twitched as he imagined the rejoinder that last remark would have earned had Midorima been present, or even…

“Yo, Akashi, you there?”

“My apologies. Please continue.”

“Yeah, anyway, so I stopped at a little corner shop for a bit when it really started to pour, and I thought I’d get a hot coffee from one of the vending machines.” Akashi made a small noise of acknowledgement.

“But next to it,” Aomine continued. “There was a machine with all the sports drinks. They even had Gatorade.  Not that toxic yellow shit, Kagami used to have his dad ship him from the States, but, you know, the normal Japanese kind.”

“Kagami,” Akashi formed the syllables of the name with grave deliberation as if it contained the secrets of the universe. “Kagami Taiga.”

“Yeah, I heard he’s coming back to Japan in a few months.” Aomine snorted. “Bet I can still kick his ass one on one.”

“Perhaps,” Akashi murmured, ignoring Aomine’s bluster. “So it was the sports drinks that…what? Made you nostalgic for our glory days and prompted you to call?”

“Glory days.” Aomine snorted. “Well, it was weird. I thought maybe after all that running a sport drink would be better than coffee, so I put in the change, but instead of the drink I selected, a Pocari Sweat came out. I think…” Aomine’s voice went distant, “I think back then I…I bought those a lot. It did remind me of you….”

“I see.  Well, in that case, perhaps we’d better schedule a game together soon.”

“Yeah?” Aomine’s voice brightened. “You’d have time?”

The eagerness brought a genuine smile to Akashi’s lips. “Certainly. We’ll get all the old crowd together.”

“Everyone…yeah…that’s…” The gruffness returned, not fooling either of them.

“That’d be all right, I guess.”

“I’ll call you then soon. On purpose this time. We can arrange the details.”

Aomine snorted a laugh. “Yeah, okay. Akashi…take care.”

“And you, too.”

Akashi looked through the rest of his recent call history, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Quite calmly, he set down the phone and proceed to search the house. He peered into cabinets and closet and under beds and behind curtains, with a curious absence of fear. But every time he turned a corner, or looked over his shoulder, the expectation that he would see something grew. But the feeling culminated in nothing and eventually resolved into a dull, brooding mood.  Akashi sat in his favorite armchair and didn’t read the book open in his lap.

After a long time, he realized he was waiting. But for what?  He didn’t know, but he knew it was coming. His instincts were rarely wrong. It was a relief when the door chime rang again. He teased himself with the possibilities before allowing himself to open the door.

“Akashicchi!” Kise exclaimed, exuberant as ever. A small, wet dog, wagged its tail at Kise’s feet.

This was not what he had been expecting. The dog cocked his head, looking expectantly up him with round, staring eyes.

“Kise…” Akashi frowned. “Why did you bring this dog here?”

“Why?” Kise exclaimed.  “Because he’s yours, of course.  I took care of him during your business trip, remember?”

Akashi’s frown deepened. “But I…”  I don’t have a dog. Do I?

“Can we come in? I forgot my umbrella.”

Akashi stood aside immediately, apologizing for his rudeness and, rather unhappily, let the wet animal and Kise enter.  The dog didn’t relent in gazing up at him with soulful, hopeful eyes, vibrating with anticipation, his tail wagging fast enough to blur.

“Nigou,” he said stiltedly, the name falling however awkwardly from his lips and God knew where from his subconscious.

The dog barked once and pranced to Akashi’s side, and Akashi found himself bending to scratch between his ears. The tail, impossibly, moved even faster.

“He’s happy to be home. I’m sorry…” Kise trailed off looking uncharacteristically uncertain. “I…I was supposed to return him last week, I think. But…somehow I just forgot.” A fake laugh stutters out of him. “Maybe I just wished I could keep him. He has such a cute face.”

Yes, Akashi thought, looking down at the animal. He does.

“But then he kept getting into things. It was weird.  He managed to find a box of old photos, and he made a big mess.  That’s not like him, but he got a hold of one photo – an old one.  Remember that day we all got together back in high school, and Momocchi took a group shot? It was for…it was for…ahhh!” Kise shook his head frenetically, droplets of water flying everywhere. “I can’t remember exactly, but he got a hold of that one and wouldn’t let me have it back until I started talking about taking him back home to you.  That’s what reminded me, you see, that I’d forgotten the date.”

Akashi did remember now, vaguely, the day Kise spoke of. He was sure that at some point, he must have received a copy himself.  “Do you have the photo?” “With me? No. I left it at home. It’s a bit chewed on, and there’s a weird smudge on it now. Doggie drool, maybe?” Kise grimaced. “But he was really anxious to get back home it seems, so here we are.”

Perhaps he was losing his mind, Akashi thought with clinical detachment. After all, Kise appearing with a dog he didn’t remember at all until a few moments ago didn’t paint the picture of perfect mental health. The subtlest of shifts in a far corner of his mind send a delicate frisson down his spine. He wasn’t exactly a stranger to mental…irregularities. He confronted the idea unflinchingly, and then dismissed it…for the moment. After all, the oddities he’d experienced recently didn’t seem to be confined solely to himself. Whatever strangeness that was manifesting seemed to have at least a mild effect on his circle of friends, as well.

  He would get to the bottom of it.

“Thank you, Kise. Would you like to come in and have some tea?”

“Ahh, I love to, Akashicchi! But I’m supposed to meet with my agent this evening.” He sounded truly regretful.

Akashi nodded. “Coincidentally, I spoke to Aomine today about gathering everyone for a game soon.”

Kise’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Wow, that is strange timing. But so perfect. It’s been such a long time since we all met at the same time.”

“I’ll call you, then, with the details.”

“Great!” Kise knelt down to give Nigou an enthusiastic scratching behind the ears and under the chin. “Be good, boy! I’ll watch you anytime.” He grinned up at Akashi. “He really does remind me of someone. I wish I could think of who…” Kise left in a flutter of goodbyes, pulling out a purple ball and a small bone for Nigou before he made a full on pelt to his car.

“Come, Nigou.”

The dog followed obediently, and Akashi led him to the pantry off the kitchen where bowls for water and food sat on clean mat on the floor. Akashi found the food in a nearby cupboard and filled both bowl, trying not to think of how he had not even noticed them earlier.

“Where is Ichigou?” he whispered as he watched the small dog happily eat and drink.

The question settled in the forefront of his mind, weighing there heavily enough to cause a slight headache.  He felt as if all the puzzle pieces were falling into his lap, even though he had no idea at all yet of the final picture.

Nigou scampered off, yet Akashi stayed crouched in the pantry, thinking back over the events of the day, of the day before, and the one before that, and on and on.  Why did it seem so hard to remember so many details when he was known for a particularly excellent sense of recall? It was troubling to say the least, and deep down, Akashi felt a seed of anger begin to grow. He didn’t like to be thwarted, especially not by the limitations of his own mind. His passivity was something foreign to him, repugnant even, and it was time for him to be proactive.

The purple ball rolled to him and Nigou appeared in the doorway looking entirely pleased with himself.  His blue eyes daring Akashi to not find him utterly adorable.

Akashi smiled ruefully, and picked up the ball. “Very well, you win.” And he tossed the ball for Nigou to chase. He followed him out and down to the hallway where he picked up his phone again and dialed a number.

“Atsushi.”

“Akachin,” Mursakibara’s drawl was maybe just a little sharper, more aware, than usual. “Did you call about the cake?”

“The cake?”  Akashi thought hard. He didn’t remember ordering a cake from Atsushi’s bakery, but then again, he didn’t remember Nigou until several moments ago either. “Which cake is that?”

“It’s the cake, Akachin. The order slip said vanilla layer cake with dark chocolate ganache. I even made it myself, not my assistants,” Murasakibara confided. “Because it was for Akachin.”

A sudden swift surge of blood made Akashi’s head swim.  “The order slip, whose name is on it?” Akashi murmured.

“Eh?”

“The name,” Akashi bit back his impatience and continued calmly. “Is there a name on the order slip that shows who ordered it?”  He held his breath, almost expecting his own name to be read back to him, as Murasakibara fumbled for the piece of paper.

“Huh, that’s strange. I wrote the slip, but I don’t know this name…”

“What is it, Atsushi?” Akashi pressed.

“I’m not sure…the paper is hard to read.”  Murasakibara mumbled something about frosting and licking fingers, and Akashi repressed an impatient sigh. “Ku…Kurochin…that’s what it says. Who’s that, Akachin? Who’s Kurochin?”

“I…don’t know,” Akashi muttered. Why did his chest contract so painfully at the unknown name? And even more so at his denial of it. “I’ll…I’ll call you later, Atsushi.”

“Ehh…but Akachin--“

Akashi’s phone dropped to the table with a clatter. The ache in his head had swollen to an unbearable throbbing. He stumbled to the bathroom, spilled out a handful of pills into his palm, managed to swallow two of them. Nothing made sense.  Nothing. He couldn’t think with the pain in his head. Just a moment more and he would have it. Or maybe sleep would help. Yes, just a short nap to clear his thoughts. He staggered to the bed and rolled into a fetal position, cradling his head in his hands.

Another migraine. Already the visual auras were starting.  Floaters dancing in his peripheral vision, and even with his eyes closed random flashes of orange superimposed on the backdrop of his inner eyelids. They reminded him of the flashing seatbelt light in his car. The image wouldn’t leave his thoughts, and it stayed with him as he fell into a restless sleep.

…juurou…      …seijuurou…            …Akashi Seijuurou.. …WAKE UP… …oh, it’s you again… …yes… …why are you talking to me now… …why else? because once again you’re weak… …I’m not…I… …look at you…it’s pathetic…the state you’re in… …it will pass… …but you still won’t remember… …I’m trying…I will… …these are the words of a loser…give ME control… …no…no…I am… …I AM ABSOLUTE…don’t make me laugh… …do you remember?... …of course…it’s only you who’s weak enough to forget… …forget what?...tell me… …why should I?... …because we’re the same…one and the same… …that’s what HE said… …who?...…WHO?... …please…come back…tell me…       …you must remember… …I’m trying…please…     …look in the shadows…           …shadows…

Akashi woke to a sound. “Nigou?” His voice sounded faint, unlike himself. The words of his other self still rang in his ears. The quietest, stealthiest of whispers seemed to susurrate from one of the corners of the room. “Nigou?” he said again, his heart thudding violently against his ribcage. He was, he admitted to himself, deeply afraid.

But of what?  Finding something lurking in the shadows?  Or not?

Akashi pushed himself upright and stared into the far corner of the room into the niche between a huge armoire and the door to a closet. He rose with shaky limbs and stepped forward. “Kuro…Kurochin?” he breathed and paused.

Nothing but silence met his faint inquiry.

He took another step and faltered out, “Ku—Kuroko…” He reached out a hand and grasped nothing but moonlight. Another step forward, and another, fighting through air that seemed denser than porridge, his tongue numbed and clumsy as he tried to force out three syllables, so foreign and so familiar at the same time.  “Tetsuya.”

He stepped into the shadows and his arms wound around another. “Tetsuya.  Tetsuya. Tetsuya.”

Wonder and joy and crushing guilt and disbelief all warred for dominance, but he held the miracle of the trembling body in his arms, felt it wracked with sobs, his shirt becoming drench with hot tears. Real and tangible and…

“Tetsuya…” Over and over repeating it until, his own name was given back.

“Akashi-kun…Akashi-kun…don’t let go…”

“Never…never ever again…my own…Tetsuya.” The name was a declaration. A claiming.

The next time Akashi woke to bright sunlight in his eyes. It took a moment for his mind to clear, and he sat up abruptly in panic until a sleepy voice and the warm form pressed against his side registered. A wave of relief so intense it made him dizzy swept over him, and he fell back onto the pillow and pulled his lover into a tight embrace.

It was the strangest thing. They had talked long into the night and well into morning about the strange period of…fading…as Tetsuya had called it. It had crept on so gradually that he hadn’t really noticed or been worried at first. After all, he was accustomed to being overlooked, to being forgotten. By the time he realized how profound his lack of presence had become, even to the extent that interacting with tangible objects became very difficult, it was too late to try and take any precautions or warn Akashi or his friends of what was happening. 

In the end, it was his desperation, his fear that he was fading even further and faster from any sort of human perception that led him in a last desperate attempt to make himself known to the friends he could reach and Akashi himself of course. It was the sense that he wasn’t entirely alone in that terrible nowhere place that filled him with dread.  Something, something that felt very wrong might be there waiting. Not necessarily a person, though, he thought he had caught a glimpse of someone else while he was trapped in that gray in between existence, even though they had run away before he could approach.

Akashi still couldn’t get over it -- how any of them had every been able to forget Kuroko Tetsuya. Their bonds had stood the test of time after all, and though they hadn’t seen each other quite as often as late, they still existed.  He would never be able to forgive himself for his terrible lapse.  Tetsuya had disputed that, looking thoughtful and somewhat fearful.  Whatever had happened wasn’t Akashi’s fault.

Tetsuya’s concern was different. What if there were others like him? What if they were marked somehow? What if they were trapped there now or would be in the future? These were the questions that his kind-hearted lover asked. But in the morning, the memory of his ordeal seemed to fade from Tetsuya’s mind and soon vanished completely. Akashi found that his existence raised no outcry among their friends either. He alone was left with the memories of that inexplicable time. He still thought, from time to time, of Kuroko’s worries. But how many people could there be with a low presence like Tetsuya’s? It was highly unlikely he would ever stumble across another person with a similar quality. He certainly hadn’t before. After all, Tetsuya was irreplaceable.  One of a kind.  And Akashi would never lose sight of him again.

[eprime]

Best thing on my Facebook feed for weeks.  Does it get better than giant cat topiary? I think not!

[ceallachs-m]

Today is literally 11/11/15 KuroKuroKuro Day, something must be done.

[eprime]

Time travel? Cloning? Triplets AU?  XD

[alishans]

Based off of this scenario by @imagine-knb!

It can’t possibly get any worse, can it? WRONG. IT CAN.

❋ BONUS:

[eprime]

Haha, love it!

[kiseki-no-sedai-team]

Kuroko no Basuke OVA Episode 75.5

Takes place after the Winter Cup; coming up this December!

[eprime]

I can’t wait! It looks like it’s going to be filled with SO MANY good feels!

[cerberosthehellguard]

eprime answered your question:I find it confusing that though Seirin won in the…

They were the only two brave enough to risk confessing naked in the event they didn’t win the winter cup again. ;)

OMG! ha ha ha that is really interesting to know!! shit they had lost the second inter high though (extra game chap1) that just makes me wonder did they do it or not!! 

[eprime]

That’s just my theory, mind you. :)  But in the first chapter of the manga during Kuroko’s freshmen year, didn’t a bunch of guys drop out after they found out about that?  Even though you don’t have to say winning the WC is your goal, if I remember correctly. Just has to be something big. Of course, Kagami set the bar high!

Re: Extra Game. I think it’s the ultimate Cup that counts. After all, they lost the Inter High the first time around too. Now that we know that Kuroko can go Super Saiyan (hehe Extra Game Ng Shuu), they’d all better watch out.

[winterazalea]

CLASSICAL

The old masters. I tried not to include most opera composers, since singing/lyrics interfere with concentration. Most of these playlists are at least an hour long:

Baroque (prancing through the flowers with royalty):

Albinoni

Bach

Corelli

Handel

Guerre

Purcell

Scarlatti

Telemann

Vivaldi

Classical (sipping tea with royalty while listening to their woes and gossip):

Beethoven

Haydn

Mozart

Paganini

Romantic (watching a heartfelt, teary-eyed scene in a soap opera):

Berlioz

Bizet

Borodin

Brahms

Bruch

Bruckner

Chopin

Dvorak

Field

Franck

Gade

Grieg

Liszt

Mendelssohn

Rachmaninov

Rimsky-Korsakov

Rubenstein

Saint-Saëns

Schubert

Robert Schumann

Clara Schumann

Smetana

Strauss II

Tchaikovsky

Wagner

Weber

Impressionistic (stargazing in an open field at midnight):

Debussy

Ravel

Late Romantic/Early Modern (dramatically confessing your love in the pouring rain):

Albéniz

Beach

Chaminade

de Falla

Dukas

Elgar

Fauré

Glazunov

Mahler

Respighi

Satie

Sibelius

Strauss

Vaughan Williams

Modern (these get sub-categories because they’re so different):

Emotional and moving

Barber

Bartok

Glass 

Holst

Ives

Kabalevsky

Kodaly

Poulenc

Schoenberg

Trimble

We’re off on an epic adventure!

Copeland

Grofe

Prokofiev

Tailleferre

Dramatic theme for every super villain ever

Adams

Musgrave

Shostakovich

Stravinsky

Tower

Curious and off-putting, but hypnotic

Cage

Higdon 

Rodrigo

Jazz hands and big city lights

Gershwin

Joplin

Milhaud

Still

Long, random playlists: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Youtube Channels:

Classical Music

The Spirit of Classical Music

TopClassicalMusic

naxosorchestral

Classical Music11

There’s also playlists on Spotify (just go to Browse > Genres & Moods > Classical).

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CONTEMPORARY CLASSICAL

Sometimes the old masters are too stuffy. I get it. Have some more long playlists from a few of my favorite contemporary artists:

Piano

Yiruma

Michael Nyman

Ludovico Einaudi

Brian Crain

Jim Brickman

Ryuichi Sakamoto

Joe Hisaishi

Yann Tiersen

Violin

Itzhak Perlman

Vanessa Mae Storm

Emilie Autumn (electric)

David Garrett

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EDM

Maybe you don’t like classical at all. That’s fine, too. Here’s some wub-wub to get your mind on track:

Aggressive & Intense (dubstep, deathstep, metalstep, etc)

Long, random playlists: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Youtube Channels:

Glitch Mob

Excision

TheSupremeKronus

Chill & Melodic (chillstep, deep house, melodic dubstep)

Long, random playlists: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Youtube Channels:

Pulse8Music

ChillYourMind

Fluidified

Upbeat & Dancy (electro house, club music, more chillstep)

Long, random playlists: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) Youtube Channels:

Madeon

Paul van Dyk

Omnitica

There are countless other Youtube channels and mixes. You can also find some playlists on Spotify (Browse > Genres & Moods > Electronic).

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INSTRUMENTAL COVERS OF POPULAR SONGS

Here are a few channels to check out if you’re starting from nowhere:

Piano

Miri Lee 이미리 Pianistmiri -  pop, r&b, rap, some classical, rock, and k-pop

David Sides - pop, r&b, rap, some rock

oysterlovers - pop, r&b, rap, some classical and rock

The Theorist - pop, r&b, and rap

TheUnsungHeroine - pop & electronic/dubstep

YourPianoCover - mostly pop, a few rap

Steve Siu Piano - pop, country, classical, some rock and rap

Yoonha85TV - pop, rap, r&b, some k-pop

Brooklyn Duo (piano & cello) - pop

ThePianoGuys (piano & cello) - pop, r&b, classical, rock

Hour-long, yearly pop playlists by oysterlovers:  2013, 2014

Yearly pop medleys by AlexTanMusic:   2012, 2013, 2014

Violin

The Mad Violinist & SCO - pop, r&b, rap, dubstep

Lindsey Stirling - pop, r&b, rap, soundtracks, classical

Momento - pop & rock

Josh Vietti - pop, r&b, rap, rock, classical

JuNCurryAhn - pop, k-pop, classical, soundtracks

David Wong - pop, r&b, rock, rap

Bryson Andres - pop, r&b, rock, electronic

JasonYangViolin - pop, rock, rap, soundtracks

Of course, there are countless people who don’t have huge channels and maybe only a cover or two. The search bar is your friend. And don’t forget to make a playlist!

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VIDEO GAME SOUNDTRACKS

Think about it, there are tons of people whose only job is to get the atmosphere of a game right by carefully composing the right music. And there are plenty of games with beautiful music. I love these playlists:

Remember Me (brilliant mix of electronic and classical)

Papo & Yo (relaxing and tropical)

Rayman Origins (springy, lighthearted, and amazing)

Rayman Legends (energetic, goofy, and wonderful)

Dark Cloud 2/Dark Chronicle (beautiful, bouncy, heart-racing)

To The Moon (dreamy and moving)

Kingdom Hearts (gorgeous, epic, breathtaking)

Mirror’s Edge (soothing and mechanical)

Hamtaro: Ham-Hams Unite (adorable 8-bit)

Alice: Madness Returns (odd, creepy, and carnival-esque)

Journey (peaceful and atmospheric)

Child of Light (melancholic and powerful)

Trine (epic and mystical)

The Vanishing of Ethan Carter (mysterious and haunting)

Valiant Hearts (pretty and heartbreaking)

Walking Dead Season 1 (depressing and beautiful)

Braid (relaxing, Celtic vibes)

Botanicula (breathy, vibrant, playful)

Machinarium (earthy, futuristic, energetic)

Long, random playlists:  (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)

Youtube Channels:

VGameOSTs

SoundtrackVideoGame

Video Game Soundtracks

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MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS

Just like video games, movies rely heavily on music to set the mood for the audience. Here are some of my favorite playlists:

Studio Ghibli

Spirited Away

Howl’s Moving Castle

Princess Mononoke

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

Kiki’s Delivery Service (x)

Castle in the Sky

My Neighbor Totoro

Ponyo

Porco Rosso

The Wind Rises

Grave of the Fireflies

random playlists: (1) (2) (3)

Classic Disney piano covers (1) (2)

Lord of the Rings

The Fellowship of the Ring

The Two Towers

The Return of the King

Amelie

How to Train Your Dragon

How to Train Your Dragon 2

Coraline

The Secret of Kells

The Tale of Princess Kaguya

The Piano

Schindler’s List

Harry Potter

Philosopher’s/Sorcerer’s Stone

Chamber of Secrets

Prisoner of Azkaban

Goblet of Fire

Order of the Phoenix

Half-Blood Prince

Deathly Hallows pt 1

Deathly Hallows pt 2

You can also view a full list of Grammy Award-winning soundtracks here

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ANIME SOUNDTRACKS

You’ll look like weeaboo trash, but at least you’ll be concentrating. You might need to skip a few tracks here and there if they have lyrics (that messes up my concentration, at least). That said, here’s some recommended playlists:

Elfen Lied (flowy and pretty)

Tokyo Ghoul √A (powerful, electronic, heart-wrenching)

Samurai Champloo (funky, hip-hop, soothing, amazing)

Hellsing Ultimate (epic, funky, aggressive, but also sad and moving)

Death Note (emotional, edgy, rock n’ roll)

Attack on Titan (sometimes emotional & harrowing, sometimes epic & gritty)

Ghost in the Shell (hollow, lonely, mysterious)

Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (gritty, funky, upbeat)

Blue Gender (funky, badass, intense)

Mnemosyne (jazzy, upbeat)

Cowboy Bebop (sometimes smooth jazz, sometimes wild & funky)

Neon Genesis Evangelion (more smooth jazz)

Fishugi Yuugi (emotional, romantic)

Sailor Moon (happy & upbeat)

Cardcaptor Sakura (lighthearted, bubbly)

Inuyasha (epic, emotional, inspiring)

Long, random playlists: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)

Youtube Channels:

Dolan Zoldhost

EpicAnimeRequiem

Epic San

MrAnimeSoundtrack

Erolox OST

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Like I said, this isn’t a complete list but hopefully a good jumping-off point. Feel free to add to areas with your own suggestions. Have fun listening and go be productive!

[sparklermonthly]

I’m a really big fan of anime soundtracks for work music, not just because I’m a huge weeb. They’re a great mix of interesting without being distracting. Haven’t listened to Samurai Champloo in a while, either…I should put that back into rotation… 

[eprime]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Since ptw30 kept bugging me for something KnB, I eked out a tiny ficlet because I love her, and because she got me into the awesomeness that is Kuroko no Basuke.

Title: Bonds

Summary: A picture is worth a thousand words.  :)

[ptw30]

Drabble: Miracle

Pairing: MidoKuro (sorta)

Author Notes: AU; for Eprime

Ōtsubo growled. Day one and already Midorima was making demands. “Coach told me to forgive three whims of yours a day, but this isn’t a whim. It’s is a freaking Christmas miracle.”

“How many whims will it take for you to grant me this?”

Ōtsubo glanced about Midorima’s taller form before shaking his head. “This whole season’s.”

Midorima gritted this teeth but nodded. “Fine. Do it.”

“…are…are you serious?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

Ōtsubo shook his head and walked about Midorima to offer the puking first-year a towel. “Welcome to first string, Kuroko-kun.”

[eprime]

Sign of an excellent friend? They indulge your Veruca Salt-esque demands for rare pair fic.  Thank you, Dev! :)

[kassasaurus-rex]

your chosen art form should be self-indulgent.  create what you fucking want to create, what pumps you up, what you like to wallow in.  be as self-indulgent as you can possibly be, when it comes to your own art.

[eprime]

Otonagai Alert

Guess what my honey just brought me back from Japan?

Best husband ever!  ALL THE KNB STUFFS! 

 (Except I asked for Aomine and Kagami body pillows--no show on that. Hmph!) XD

Best Anniversary present so far!

And my friend, Yoshiko, gave me super cool Kabuki Face Packs (moisturizing) that look like Kabuki masks. <3 So cute!