ありがとう。

You're someone I want to protect. A person I don’t want to lose. Someone irreplaceable. Someone I always want to be with. I feel all of those things for you. Aoba was here, Clear is 可愛い。

[taguelhybrid]

Bumped into each other? He wasn’t sure he believed that! Not while he was thrown back the way he had been! Especially while in his bunny form… He just couldn’t believe it! The other must have tried to attack him or something… There was just no other explanation!

"Y-Yeah! Right! Like I’ll believe you after that.”

By now, Yarne had picked himself up off the ground. Rubbing his head in discontent, he mumbled and whined a moment longer about how much it hurt.. “L-Look.. If you’re gunna try to kill me now I… Well, you better not! I know a rabbit’s foot is good luck but you won’t have mine!” There was a hint of fear in his voice but it was under the guise of what one could only guess was supposed to be a more intimidating one. 

"Knocked over.. You had to have hit me with something…! If I’d just bumped into you I wouldn’t have fallen back like that to begin with! I was… W-Well.. Never mind! If you didn’t hit me then what the heck happened, huh?! Are you made of stone or something? Aahh, I’m going to have a huge bump on my head!"

Fidgeting nervously, it was a little clear that he wasn’t about to simply accept the apology just yet. “U-Unless… You aren’t human. Are you something else? D-Don’t come near.. I mean, you didn’t even fall over either! I was going pretty fast, you know…” After all, it wasn’t every day a taguel came barreling towards you, right? He couldn’t have been prepared for it either.. Yarne was certain that he’d caught the other by surprise!

An accident, of course. 

"You can tell me what’s up with you for starters! Sweet carrots.. It really hurt! My head.. What if I faint from the pain?! I could hit my head again and BAM that’s the end of my race!” 

[gasmaskings]

"Ehhh? -- I'm not made of stone!"

Patting his own chest, Clear tried to reassure the frantic other though he flinched when he commented over humanity. Clear opted to laugh faintly, rubbing the back of his head and trying to atone for the accident regardless. He leaned over and patted the vibrant bunny ears and tried to assure Yarne that he wasn't going to faint or anything bad like that. If he was truly that worried, Clear hummed in thought that he could always carry him to safety if he so wished.

Clapping his hands together, Clear hoisted Yarne up and into the air, slugging him over his shoulder and setting off to a more quiet area that wasn't a walkway at that. He was mostly nonchalant about the entire ordeal, chatting Yarne up like they were old friends before they arrived at their destination. Once they were at a nearby park, Clear set Yarne down with great care on a nearby bench and did a once over to make absolutely certain the taguel was unharmed and even if the android was certain that he was -- well, Yarne seemed panicked still.

"Bunny-san...please don't worry! It was just a bump, I think...ah, wait! Here, here."

Shuffling gloved hands around in his lab coat pockets, Clear hummed faintly as he then proceeded to pull out a large jellyfish shaped pillow that in no way could have fit into a small coat pocket such as Clear's but that was neither here nor there. Leaning over next, Clear set the cool and fluffy pillow behind the taguel's head carefully, urging him to rest on it until he felt better. 

"If you want another one I have more too. Ahh ~ I have an octopus shaped pillow too, though that one is more for sitting on."

[tomodaichi]

long walk home | closed

[tomodaichi]

Catching his breath, Daichi paused a moment when Clear spoke. He’d been ready to latch onto the other if he was to be picked up but… ”Clear..?” What happened? Clear’s hesitation had him a little surprised.. Usually, the other wouldn’t even listen to him when he was told not to lift him. The look on the other’s expression was also a worry.. But then again.. Who wouldn’t be at least a little concerned right now, right? 

"C-Clear… Alright."

Once pulled closer, Daichi made a point of kinda pulling away just enough to look around the area some more. “Aoba.. If Aoba’s around he’s probably fine too.. Right? I-I mean, he can fight for himself too.. I wanna believe in that but— A-Ah.. I guess I should be worried about whether or not he’s somewhere safe.. Rather than if he’s off fighting somewhere.. Sorry..” For the moment, as he rambled, Daichi did notice that the area did seem clear now that the former follower had been knocked off it’s feet. 

"Hold on.."

Despite the other’s warning, his phone application was activated once more. Initiating a summon, the tight feeling returned and he held onto his friend in order to at least stay on his feet. “P-Pixie.. Find a safe way for us to get out of here… Not where those things are, alright?” With that, Pixie was off.. Gasping to catch his breath, Daichi took a moment to straighten himself up before nodding at Clear.

"I’ll be fine.. I-I won’t rely on it again. She’ll find a way for us to leave and I’ll rest later.. Heh.. ‘Kay?"

After some time, his demon returned and gave Daichi the instruction he asked for before flying to lead the way. A nod and Daichi tugged at Clear’s sleeve.

"Let’s go.. It should be fine from here. If your cellphone is working try calling Aoba. We’ll go to him or… I… I don’t know— What do we do if we can’t find him..?"

[gasmaskings]

"I'm sure that Aoba-san is alright! I'd still like to see him but...I trust in Aoba-san, I know he's strong and he has Ren-san with him too!"

A faint if not reassuring smile curled Clear's lips, reassuring more for himself than for his companion -- it's not that he didn't believe in what he told Daichi, he did with every inch of himself. Even if he felt this way, the fact that he couldn't physically confirm that Aoba was safe left Clear restless all the same. On Daichi's suggestion, he looked through his phone and attempted to contact his aforementioned beloved but couldn't quite get through -- he wondered if it was a service issue briefly before he worried that there was something wrong. Rather than dwell, Clear turned his attention back to Daichi with attempted smiles still turning the corner of his lips.

Leaning over, Clear took a light hold of his companion's hand so they wouldn't become separated and followed as per the instructions of Daichi's fluttering demon. Weaving their way through the back alleys and pathways to avoid any danger, though no matter how far they traveled, Clear's hearing could distinctly pick up sounds all around the two of them regardless. It made him more on edge but he trusted Daichi and his demon and stayed true to the path though he consistently squeezed his friend's hand every time there was even the slightest noise. Luckily for Daichi however, the squeezes weren't his usual (if not accidental) death grip as always.

Perhaps it was after the fifth time or the sixth time but eventually Clear released Daichi's palm and hurried on ahead, promising that he was only scouting. He gave a quick peek around the bend and furrowed his brow before glancing back - he met Daichi's gaze then and realized that Clear being so unlike his usual self was probably adding worry to his younger friend, wasn't it? That worried expression that Daichi held wouldn't dissipate if Clear was just as scared and though he wasn't going to try and hide things like that either, he could still attempt to lighten the mood.

"Daichi-san! Please hop onto my back, it'll be faster this way!"

Hopping back over to Daichi, Clear spun on his heel and dropped to his knees with arms outstretched behind himself. Even if he struggled earlier to hoist his friend up, he could get passed it -- he would. Most of all, he didn't want Daichi to fret. Things would be fine, Clear believed that with all his heart that things would be. They'd make it through this and find Aoba, find Ren, and things would go back to normal like always.

It was just a matter of time.

[tomodaichi]

long walk home | closed

"Wh-What the heck are those things…?!" 

For the time being, Daichi had taken to using a plank of wood he’d found in the streets of Sector 1. Their stop in the sector was actually unexpected.. Once the power went out, the trains stopped as well… And at that point it was leave the train or get cornered and torn apart. “Not an experiment they said.. Who cares..! Who even let this kind of thing happen..? Ahhh… I’m really sick of this. Hahah..” By now, Daichi was more than used to somehow pulling through during the worst events… Surviving was what he was best at apparently and he’d be damned if his streak ended. 

"Clear..! What should we do..? Th-They’re everywhere.. Hah—" By now, the Pariah had literally made their way throughout the sector and frankly, Daichi was already tired. Work followed by this of all things…"I think I saw a few zombie movies that could help us out.. Think fire will have some effect on them..?" Truth be told, he was scared. It made sense too! His hands were shaking even as he gripped his temporary weapon. Startled by a Pariah that approached, he swung without thinking and— 

Crack!

It broke…

"Shit..!" 

There was a hint of desperation in his voice and he couldn’t help but resort to taking out his phone. Summoning program activated… It was worth a shot, right? “Come on!” With the Pariah getting closer, Daichi extended a hand first waiting until it was close enough again to..

A G I !

"Gh..?!" 

While it was somewhat effective in both burning and sending their pursuer back, Daichi felt something of a recoil.. His chest tightened and his breath hitched not even a second after the attack was initiated. It wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t recover right away but he still bumped back into his friend as he tried to catch his breath.

"What… What the hell was that..?"

Nothing he couldn’t handle.. Right?

[gasmaskings]

Ah -- he didn't put much thought behind the announcement initially and in fact, for as long as Clear had been here (How long had that been now?) -- he never quite put much thought to the scientist's doing if at all. It seemed too surreal to question the greater presence of the scientists and just how they worked and why they worked the way they did. Clear was infinitely curious about day to day things, fascinated by people, by humans, by this or that -- things that anyone wouldn't think twice about. It seemed almost cosmically hilarious that the biggest mystery of Hive City was something he dismissed.

Though the aforementioned was precedent, Clear didn't underestimate the tests(?) that they threw at their lab rats. 

He had been on his way home, walking side by side with a friend he had long since made in the city scapes of their prison when they were encountered. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of it at first and he warned Daichi from getting to close though Daichi had always been someone who did the unexpected. At least for the year that Clear had come to know him, that's what he realized. He helped support in whatever ways he could of course, frowning when Daichi resorted to using -- ah, what was it? -- Clear couldn't recall Daichi's powers specifically but they seemed to take a toll on him. 

Curiously so.

"Daichi-san... ...please hold on a moment, I'll --"

Moving to collect his smaller friend, Clear blinked in slow realization that his systems had become restricted. A frown became evident and his eyebrows furrowed, creasing his forehead. A fear palpated from his heart and he half wondered out of panic if he was breaking down or already broken. There was always and perhaps always would be that lingering fear that he was abnormal in ways that even Daichi had yet to know but running a quick check, his systems were still there just...at a restrained capacity.

When he thought he could easily pick up Daichi and move to a higher venue in order to avoid danger -- he became sorely mistaken instead. He did attempt at the very least to lift Daichi but a second, a heartbeat passed and Clear felt strain at the use of even more than what was considered normal human strength. Not that Daichi was heavy but the intent to jump, to leap -- is what caused Clear to recoil. Instead, Clear extended an arm and lightly drew Daichi closer, glancing around preemptively, he frowned again before he spoke. 

"Daichi-san we..should keep moving. I don't think it'll be okay to rely on things like that..so let's avoid encounters if we can, okay? I want to..make sure Aoba-san is okay too..."

[taguelhybrid]

Bounding through the park in Sector 6 was always something he enjoyed.. The fresh air.. More of a lack of danger.. And the space there was made it more fun! He leaped and bounded through the grassy areas for some exercise and he’d leave before the time with his Beast Stone ran out so he could get home. It was about that time now and —

"Uuwah!" 

It was rare.. But bounding into someone seemed to be something that happened more than he’d initially would have liked! This time was… Well, it was definitely weird. As soon as his big bunny head hit someone’s form? He felt more pain than he would have if he’d bumped into a regular human. Hell! He would have knocked a regular human right over! Instead, he’d ended up reeling back and falling on his bunny behind, both front paws over his head. 

"Sweet carrots!" 

Did he hit a light post? A mailbox? Something like that?! But he was certain that he saw a human! And like that, he’d let his transformation slip and remained lying back on the sidewalk. “Gods..! That was—” Opening his eyes, he realized that the person he’d bumped into was still standing too… But wait…

How?

“Eeeep—" 

"Wh-What are you….— That could have killed me! What did you hit me with?!" 

[gasmaskings]

The day to day melancholic hums of a Hive City stay were just that -- melancholy. 

While there were undoubtedly awe inspiring moments between the mundane activities - there was never quite an occurrence like this. Luckily he hadn't been unnerved by the bump against him, only stumbling a pace or two before the exclamation caught his ears. Clear turned curiously towards the source and tilted gas mask covered face. Inclining over, his arm extended up and tugged away delicately, nervously, slowly at his mask, peeking beyond the confines of his security with exuberant pink colored eyes. His lips parted thrice whilst he decided what to say in response, uncertainty lining his lips.

"Ahh -- I apologize but I think you're mistaken! I didn't hit you with anything...!"

How could he explain that the collision wasn't Clear attacking Yaren but an accident! Shuffling from left to right foot, he began to sheepishly explain thus about the situation -- laughing awkwardly and simply stating that he hadn't hit Yarne at all! And in fact, they just just bumped into each other. It was a rather innocent and purposefully vague reply but how could he even begin to reveal to a perfect stranger the actuality of everything? The mere thought unnerved him to his core, anxiety bubbling up in his chest.

Taking a quick exhale, he soon beamed brightly and offered a formal bow and another apology. 

"Uwaaaaa, anyway! Please tell me if there's anything I can do for you in return! Since you were knocked over like that...!!!"

[gasmaskings]

crystal eyes

Once upon a time, Clear doubted he had a heart. He no longer felt this way, he knew he had a heart even if it didn't quite beat and flutter and skip the way a human's would. Eventually had he come to terms with that -- with the limits of his machinery versus the humanity he longed for. It was fine because even if he couldn't be with Aoba for Clear's "forever" - he would be with him for Aoba's "forever".

Until death would they part.

Some time ago, that would have made him irrefutably sad. The way he looked at it now however, there was a strange serenity that overcame him. They would indefinitely be parted but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the time they had left, right? Clear often reflected on his time spent with Aoba in Hive City. It was those memories that were the most precious, that had been ripped away from him once, and had been delicately pieced together afterward.

It was actually after the more recent incident in the city that Clear had created a scrapbook of sorts. He took what pictures he could or found from around the house and in certain areas of the city -- looked through Ren's memory for things he could add as well. Spending days upon days crafting this book with the utmost of delicacy, Clear had just been adding the finishing touches before bringing himself to their bedroom, eagerly showing it to Aoba in the next moment. 

"Aoba-san. . .since we just recently got our memories back, I thought we could look at this scrapbook I made. Just the two of us."

Even if Clear was doing as he was instructed, he didn't want to preface this moment between them with anything other than what it should be. A serene moment of warmth in recollecting memories, recalling each heart fluttering instance between them since their first meeting in front of Heibon to their first meeting in Hive City. Every single shared emotion that had passed between the two of them would surely be remembered.

And Clear hoped it would make Aoba happy. . .more than anything in the world.

[gasmaskings]

Mission objective: for the next twenty-four hours, you must recollect all the precious moments you have spent with aoba. upon doing so, locate him and thank him for those times before shutting your entire body down, and in tandem ending your life, right before his eyes. TIME LIMIT: 72 hours from date of publish and the challenge style is 'thread' or 'drabble'. Good luck!

START DATE: 3/24, 21:47 EDT

[paladinistic]

     ❝Ah.. really!? Do you really think I can?❞ He asked, staring down at the item. He’s seen it around many a time, ❝Hey! Can we both get on it, I’ve never ridden one before, I would love to ride it! I- I promise I won’t damage it!❞ Waving his hands above his head to show we wouldn’t harm a thing.

[gasmaskings]

"Of course! I haven't taken it for a ride yet so it'd be fine to do so now with a friend! Awa, what's your name! Please call me Clear! -- And maybe I will think of a name for my scooter. . .but please get on! And don't forget your helmet, I have a little yellow one and a blue one!"

[paladinistic]

     ❝Did..❞ A pause. ❝You.. say… scooter..❞

[gasmaskings]

Clear slowly does jazz hands motions towards his scooter.

"I did! I just got it so it's brand new!"

"It's really pretty isn't it? Uwa! Did you want a ride?"

[gasmaskings]

"Uwaaa, I finally got a scooter after all this time! After being in the city for one year. . . It's banana yellow too! Vroom vroom."

[gasmaskings]

Hey, hey Clear! Since we're working together and all, for Levi's Clean Corps, I figured that we should start doing something to make our pay, you know? Cleaning up the flower petals that have been piling up in Boss's shop would be a great place, I think. Who knows how long they've been rotting away in here?

That's right!

They were a team in the Clean Corps.™ after all, they should help in any way they can to keep Hive City clean! Starting at the junk shop seemed best! Clear was pumped to help Aoba of course not to mention do his job to the best of his ability.

"Let's do our best, Jean-san! I didn't think the flower petals would dry out so quickly, uwaaa."

[gasmaskings]

YOU DIDNT REBLOG A MEME uHHHM meme time: clear if you could change one thing about your life, and only one thing, it has to be simple but gives a major impact on your life what would it be and how

"Something simple? Changing what I am isn't really that easy, is it? Oh! But. . .if it's something as easy as first meetings, I think I would have liked to have met Aoba-san a lot earlier in his life."

"If I met Aoba-san when he was younger I wonder what would be different? I'm sure Aoba-san was really cute when he was little! I wish. . .I could have seen him from the very beginning, and watch him grow up. I'll still be with Aoba-san as he grows older, even when I don't. I'm happy to always be by his side."

[nyanpaaasu]

Source

[dramaticalbooty]

The sudden invasion of his space bubble made his skin prickle, gooseflesh rising on the nape of his neck as he instinctively flinched away from Clear just a smidgen. His brain hurriedly retreated but his heart reminded him that they had abolished this space bubble long ago, hadn`t they? Despite his muscle memory, the pounding in his chest didn`t cease. Especially when the cool metal touched his skin. He wanted to remember…why couldn`t he recall this any faster? It was like a future self leaving notes for his past self to find, but all in the wrong order. "You don`t get presents for yourself. That`s what I do, and what our friends do." Hopefully their friends remembered Clear and his birthday…well, they must have had friends in the city if they`d been here long enough to get engaged of all things! And Clear was so cheerful, it was no doubt he had a plethora of friends out there. Maybe if they looked on his coil, they would see texts from them the next day even.

"And I can make the cake. It`s your birthday after all, so the birthday boy doesn`t do anything. I`ll handle it." He wasn`t terrible at baking, but it wasn`t a skill. If it was for Clear, though, he could definitely do it. Aoba moved to stand up, but his body didn`t quite wish to move from that warmth quite yet. He felt too nervous to give him a kiss, however, so he shut his eyes tightly before pressing his lips quickly to Clear`s forehead. "So…count on me." Count on his husband to be, even if they couldn`t remember the wedding.

[gasmaskings]

His heart had gone  ドキドキ from the sweet yet feather light touch against his forehead.

His body wanted to move and reach out for his own peck but as he had leaned forward -- he kept leaning until his face met the couch as Aoba had stood. Well, it was worth a shot at least even if he had completely missed. Shifting after, Clear sat back up and peeked over the couch to where Aoba moved to the kitchen. His eyes caught sight of Ren who popped up besides the android and watched Aoba head into the kitchen -- though all parties had yet to explore the entire house. The kitchen was one such untouched room so when Aoba propped the door open there was a rather curious mess of chocolate batter everywhere one looked.

Curious as a cat, Clear hopped up from the couch with Ren in tow and looked around Aoba's shoulder to find the mess. His head began to hurt as he seemed to recall the scene before him vaguely. The chocolate mess was his own doing -- for Valentine's. He had been in the kitchen cooking and baking for several hours and remembered things like cake pops, heart shaped cookies, truffles, among other things. Clear moved around Aoba and tugged gloves off so as not to dirty them, removing his coat next and seeming to act on instinct without much thought as he pulled a frilly and pink apron onto his person. It was all too familiar a scene.

Hopping over to his beloved after all was done, Clear was perhaps a bit more bold than he was prior to this moment as he took Aoba's hands into his own. He gave those soft hands a light squeeze and held them to the android's own chest, light and wonder filled tones to his voice. He hoped it was okay for him to do this even if it was his own birthday. 

"Master. . ."

"Can I help at least? I'd look to try cooking and baking together with you."

He wondered if that would potentially jog any memories for the two of them? Considering their lived in life in this house, maybe they had spent some nights cooking their dinner together. Clear definitely had a lot of memories in this room alone -- he wondered how much time he had spent in here, baking and preparing Aoba's favorite meals. That seemed to hit him suddenly and he exclaimed in surprise! 

"Your favorite food is. . .meat and potato stew. Isn't that right, Mas -- . . .M. .A. . .A. . .A-Aob. . .a. . .s. .san. . .?"

[hkmrn]

Happy Birthday, Clear!!

(゜´艸｀*゜)

[scilloideae]

——❁; Marine || CLEAR

[scilloideae]

Normally one would think that the insistent blabber would put Bluebell in a foul mood, but surprisingly in this instance, that is not the case. Bluebell is, by nature, quite irritable and childish, true, but she does like to learn about things she actually has an interest in. So instead of the white-haired male’s chatter being met with a snarky comment or an outburst, the much smaller female allows him to continue as she watches the marine creatures before them lazily drift by with curious azure hues.

Unknowingly matching the actions of the masked man, Bluebell lightly places her fingertips on the glass, tilting her head slightly as she continues to watch the jellyfish float on by. She’s a little jealous, she thinks, that they get to swim around so freely like that. She hasn’t seen one pool or lake since coming here, so she hasn’t been able to swim… Maybe she could sneak in here at night and swim in one of the tanks? Wouldn’t that be great?

"Meet you before? Hah, I don’t think I’ve ever—” her tone starts off in a teasing way but she quickly cuts herself off as she looks up at the masked male, her eyebrows knitting together in thought. She can’t see his face, true, but… But something about him seems familiar. It’s different from what she initially thought before… Did she meet him from back home before the accident and she simply forgot due to the trauma? No way, she thinks. I don’t… Think so.

"Nyu… I dunno, banana scarf. You know, stuff’s been kinda fuzzy for me since I woke up earlier… I overheard some twerps saying something like that, too. So… Maybe,” she hopes so.

[gasmaskings]

Listening intently to everything she said, Clear's idle hands moved to his gas mask and he undid the clasps, pulling it off and tucking it safely away in his coat pocket. Pink eyes had to blink a few times but quickly and easily adjusted to the dull lights of the aquarium and before he managed to capture the full view of the jellyfish tank -- his gaze shifted to Bluebell and he tilted his head curiously with a repetition of her nickname.

"Banana scarf?" 

Gloved fingertips touched the ends of his yellow scarf around him and he ended up smiling at the girl as if thanking her for such a cute second name, so to speak. Clear took the remainder of her words into process and he sighed with wonder at just what all of this meant. There were some who remembered and some who had forgotten. Was it all some dream? -- No, it seemed too real to be something as simple as that.

Still there was something behind it that he couldn't quite place. He tried not to let it dwell on his mind however, ushering for both himself and Bluebell to be captivated by the tank once more and in Clear's case, seeing the jellyfish for what felt like the first time -- (but actually wasn't, this was maybe his fifth or sixth time) -- with his own rosy colored eyes stole his very breath away.  

"Waa. . .my memory has been fuzzy too. It feels like there's all these things and people I'm forgetting. But --"

"Even if we forgot something we're supposed to remember. . .I wonder if the Jellyfish-san do?"

[gasmaskings]

Clear remembers seeing a bunch of party poppers that were bought yesterday -- he's a bit curious so he pops at least ten of them at the same time. It's EXTREMELY loud but colorful but all that he really says is one thing.

"I didn't know birthdays were so colorful!"

[allmate-ren]

"Thank you!"