「悲しみの果て」

jin, ronin of wanderlust. the most miserable fuck of all. tracking #honourability independent and semi-selective.

[uehaa]

“that joke i just made will be my little secret.”

tenchou is the owner of a little cafe in shibuya named amagasa. tenchou is not his real name, and he doesn’t intend on giving said name any time soon. the man barely talks to begin with—but he expresses himself enough in the exotic flavours of his coffee blends.

( home. / message. / about. / guidelines. )

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Fingers faltered on a strand of hair and flower; to allow his gaze to watch the small daisy drift to the floor between them. Sat side on, it wasn’t hard to miss the reaction to the question. One that happened more times than not, whenever Jin or folk mentioned the twins names and family who suffered a great loss.

”Like a flower missing the sun on a cloudy day.” 

But just like that flower, he stood tall — so to speak, he moved on and he waited because the Sun would surely return to him… them.  

[honourability]

There's something between Malik and Orochi that Jin doesn't think he'll ever understand. It's beyond his comprehension, really--but part of him believes that it's probably for the better that it is. He nods his head, but not enough to distract the other boy from his braiding. Ridiculous as the sentiment might be, having someone else's fingers tying his hair like this is almost relaxing.

But he's sure there must be someone else Malik is thinking of when he touches Jin's hair like this.

"Sometimes I wonder if I should be angrier," he says quietly. "Of the tragedy that befell our parents, our sister..."

Jin watches the wind rustle the grass, his fingers tightening slightly in his jeans. "... perhaps Orochi was in the right to seek vengeance."

[silentlystoicc]

honourability: liked for a starter!

[silentlystoicc]

  Takashi had been preparing for this day for some time now. To the point where he missed out some days hosting just to give him time to practise kendo. Mori was determined to win this for his school, having been given encouragement from his friends despite him not wanting to do it. He wouldn’t want to let them down.

  Today was the day before the competition. The preparation stage. A chance to meet other fellow competitors. Some he recognized and some he hadn’t. Such a case was a particular man named Jin Takeda. He had a sharp look about him. More serious than Kyoya - which was saying something. Mori saw Jin but didn’t have the courage to go up and speak to him. So, Takashi looked at him from afar, leaning on the wall.

[honourability]

The only reason Jin goes to competitions is because no-one can match up to him. There's no cockiness involved in that statement--there's nothing venomous, nothing too inherently bad. There's just the simplicity of the fact that Jin is good at what he does, and the lack of challenge makes it dull to continue trying.

Today, however, he's allowed to gauge his fellow adversaries. He's quiet as he enters the area, his fingers curled around the pack he'd taken with him when he rode the bus with the fellow members of his club. The moment he walked in he felt eyes on him, and the moment he lifts his head to meet that gaze, he isn't disappointed.

"Takashi Morinozuka, correct?"

Jin's speaking as he makes his way to the other boy, and though he's surprised to meet someone taller than him, he pushes that thought aside. An advocate of silence he might be, but there's something fascinating about knowing your enemy--more so someone as prolific as Morinozuka. A challenge, indeed.

"Did I catch your attention?"

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[honourability]

Sticks flowers into Jin's hair as he braids it. The usual morning routine. - Malik

The usual morning routine, in a way, isn't the same since Orochi left after their parents' passing in his quest for vengeance. Even if most of the time Orochi would glare at Jin every time Malik's hands worked on his hair.

Jin is perfectly content to sit in silence most days, but this time he finds his vocal chords trying to work as he asks: "Do you miss him, Malik."

And he doesn't even have to specify who.

[hakkome-a]

There are children who can hang upside down from tree branches, Hinata.

      he had traveled far from foreign lands, a place without shinobi, chakra, and jutsus. it amused her to see the glimmers of shock, and perhaps even amazement, in the hues of his eyes. tilting her head back, hinata’s own gaze wandered from jin’s face to the trees above. lips peeled back into a lighthearted grin, and she couldn’t hold back the soft peals of laughter.

      to be able to hang from trees by their feet — it was a basic skill, one that was taught in a shinobi’s academy days and practiced once they were placed on a team. it was an easy skill, though one that was fundamental in what it taught. it was one that was accomplished by the simple act of channelling and controlling chakra to a singular spot. that was how they hung from trees and buildings, sideways on things, and how they could walk on water! 

      hinata’s grin widened as she decided that she would indulge him for just a little while. there was immense agility in her movements as she raced up the trunk of a tree, going up far enough to be a considerable height off the ground, but certainly within range of his eyes. her feet were planted upon a thick branch, firmly stuck as if with glue or cement. as she dangled upside down, her hair pooled down, swaying from the motion. fingertips kept a grip on the hem of her coat to keep it from slipping. 

      doing this, it was nice — it was something she hadn’t done for quite some time, being up in a tree in such a manner. after all, she was older now, and there were bigger and more important things to pay mind to as a shinobi ; she didn’t have time for old parlor tricks, and even if she did, where would she find the occasion?

      she smiled down at jin, not appearing smug ( that was hardly an expression that could grace her countenance ), but pleased all the same.

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A kiss--soft and tender and almost sweet--feels wrong amidst everything else, even as it sends quiet shivers down Jin's spine. It's something to hang onto in the wake of his body being used so thoroughly, even as it's taken away from him so swiftly after it had come. He doesn't want his hand guided, nor does he want to be reminded of the levels of depravity he's been dragged down to, but Jin's finds himself letting out a hiss of something that might be pleasure.

The sensation of feeling where it is he's being split open beyond the actual process of being fucked is something else. Jin's thumb feels the stretch of his muscle, and he finds himself pressing the back of his head into the grass as he finally lets out something like a moan.

"Aah..." The sound is soft, quiet, and he doesn't pay attention to the precome that beads at the tip of his cock, nor the way it smears onto his stomach at a well-aimed thrust.

What Jin does pay attention to is the sudden jolt of pleasure that starts in his balls and tugs hard into his gut.

It's almost like he'd been punched. Every thrust Shinra makes into his body goes for that one bundle of nerves and Jin finds himself gasping. He holds back his voice as much as he can, chokes on it as his thumb brushes over Shinra's dick with each push into his body.

The point of sex is stressing dominance, and when Jin realises he wants more he comes to the conclusion that he's lost.

"--there..." If his pride's been shattered, then he has nothing left to defend. Jin arches his back, and the shift in angle this allows has his toes curling and his cock giving a hard throb. "... ah... shit--"

[alohaoedandyarcheive]

     «Excuse ya’ — !? I learned to appreciate a fine body, regardless of the gender of specie — Every booty is amazin’, every booty deserves love and compliments.»

     «What kind of cruelty would the world be if there wasn’t guys like me out there — All ready to whistle of the buns God gave to the people.» A rhetorical question, of course. «Exactly. The world would’ve been without dresses and skirts.»

[honourability]

"I sincerely doubt women's wear was created to cater to your admirational fetish." Jin sighs. "... you're not still looking at my behind, are you?"

[honourability]

"I've slept so long I no longer feel real."

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Sunshine

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As much as Mugen wanted to walk before, he could give a shit less about it now. The only thing that mattered, was keeping his fucking crotch hidden from Jin. It was no easy task of course, especially when he couldn’t just tell the guy to leave without coming across as even more suspicious. Jin already seemed to realize something was up… Anyone in his place would, really. But Mugen hated the fact he could anyhow. "Don’t care…" he mumbled at first, legs still held shut and eyes straying far from Jin’s. But then the bastard had to go and say what he did… and that was the last thing Mugen wanted to hear. Getting another massage from him… No. Hell fucking no. He looked to him then, words on his parted lips, but nothing is actually voiced about it. And he glances away. Just the response Jin needed to make decisions himself in all this, apparently. There’s a startled, and very disgruntled sound that leaves Mugen when he feels a hand tugging him up, doing what he can to push himself back down, but damn it… he’s still fucking weak. His struggles soon prove futile and in no time at all, he’s forced to his feet, with his stupid shorts and his fucking problem there for the world Jin to see. He takes a breath at the feel, fabric rubbing, discomfort and a thrill he shouldn’t have shooting through him as he leans against the other male. Catching himself. Because its hard enough walking, but throw in a stupid boner he’s trying to hide… Damn it Jin. Mugen considers just using his free hand to cup between his legs, but if that doesn’t scream "I have a boner that I don’t want you to fucking see!" he didn’t know what did. So he just clings to him, takes a couple awkward steps backwards, and does his best to act like he’s not hiding something. He supposed… time would eventually take care of it. But in the meantime, what was should he do with himself? If he made a show of walking for the other, he’d definitely notice, spot the… tent. His eyes flicker down then, noting that indeed… there was proof of his thoughts straying earlier. He swallows then, tries to straighten out. “I said… I wasn’t ready,” he breathes, feeling himself start to warm up again, then turns a bit. If he moves… maybe… he could just hide against the fucking wall. In hopes Jin won’t turn to watch immediately, Mugen starts to turn himself, one hand remaining on the older Samurai just long enough to feel confident in the steps he’s taking. Its enough. And in fact, moves faster than he had in the past week or so (whether its his will or Jin’s massage is unknown) and practically rams himself against the nearest wall.

There. He was fucking safe. For now. And his dirty secret.

[honourability]

Having the entirety of Mugen's weight (which isn't much, actually--and that's worrying) against him is something Jin probably should have expected, but is considerably put off by, anyway. He sighs, though he doesn't budge. If he falls, then Mugen will fall, and more than some kind of obligation to be sure the other man doesn't get hurt, Jin just doesn't want to be even the slightest bit bruised because of some foolish miscalculation.

He watches Mugen toddle along with a single brow raised as if he doesn't quite understand what's going on, and in his defence, he thinks he's doing a pretty good job. As much as Jin wants to deny it (which is at least par with how much Mugen wants to deny it). Mugen walks as if possessed, and it's clear the other man doesn't intend on talking about what Jin likes to call an issue using any in-depth terminologies.

"So you don't want to walk." Jin wonders if taunting is the right tactic here, even though the deadpan sound of his voice is enough to have anyone questioning whether he's being truthful or not. He looks at Mugen's body against the wall and the way he isn't trembling in the knees or calves, and though his first instinct is to just force Mugen to walk anyway, he knows that perhaps it'd be best to just let it be.

Maybe Mugen's going to react like a child does when these things start to happen to them.

Jin doesn't want to start some extended, defined attempt at explaining anything for Mugen--if there's one constant quality he can always count on the Ryukyuan to possess, it's the ability to misunderstand everything Jin's talking for and replacing it with something lewd. Frustrating it may be, but it's Mugen. Who clearly, definitely, obviously shouldn't matter in something childish like this as much as he does for Jin.

"You can do it," he says sternly, one hand resting on his daisho while the other rests gently on the opposite side of that hand.

"There's no need to be childish."

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Shit, Sensei [AU]

Most days, its a miracle that he shows his face at all… arriving for the classes he somehow still has. Being held back a year, it instilled little fear apparently (despite it being his last year in Kanagawa High). Maybe because it already happened? Regardless… Mugen was never one to really care much about school, his education, even his future. The life he lived, he didn’t expect to make it all that far down the road anyway. Lived life day by day, it was just how he rolled; nothing more and nothing less. So its no surprise when he does attend classes, its very rare that he participates, and honestly… most are fed up with him to the point that they don’t even bother with the delinquent. He sleeps, gets notes off the nerdiest kids and seldom does his work outside of school. Its a miracle he’s passing at all, really. That day was no different for him, Mugen arriving a few minutes after the bell had rung to signify the last class period. He doesn’t bother looking to the front, to greet his teacher or anyone else for that matter, and drops rather unceremoniously into his desk. His arms cross over its surface, and no more than a few seconds later, his head is down.

He needed a fucking nap.

[honourability]

Kimura-sensei is out, and Jin happens to be a 'trusted, gifted alumni' who needs a job. Temporary as it might be.

He dresses smartly. He goes all the damn way with a button-down and a vest and tie, his ponytail tied neatly. And when he enters the classroom, he's perfectly ready to handle the class that's been left to him.

That is, up until in the middle of discussing differentials he has someone walking in with the most disrespect Jin's ever seen in his life.

To his credit, he doesn't get angry. Jin continues the lesson like nothing's happened, and only when he distributes worksheets to be done (specially mentioning to skip 'the sleeping one') does he finally make an effort to move.

Without any hesitation, he takes the metre stick off the desk with him. It's made of wood, but it isn't nearly long enough--Jin supposes it'll have to do, though, if he's not going to be picky about it.

After excusing himself to the person seated in front of his delinquent student, he lifts the stick up and brings it back down in a swift swat to the top of that messy hair. The resounding smack is loud on account of Jin refusing to show mercy, and he keeps the metre stick between his arms after the parabola created ends.

"Wake up."

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That explained it.

"There was soap? I just rinsed." He’s trying hard not to think too heavily on the fact that… this guy always smelled pretty decent. Not like a typical dude at all.

He adjusts himself then, turning to lay on his back and stare up to the ceiling. What he could see of it, anyway. It was dark.  

[honourability]

"Next time I'll make sure you scrub."

It's a lazy threat, really. Jin couldn't possibly devote that much dedication to something as blaringly simple as making sure someone uses soap. Like a human being.

Even as Mugen shifts, Jin doesn't. The lap thing really isn't all that bad.

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"…" Bastard. Making him regret it even more. He turns his head, frown on his lips and makes a point of not meeting Jin’s gaze. But its hard not to smell the guy when he wakes up on his stupid lap, maybe a little hungover too. A little.

[honourability]

Not receiving some kind of insult immediately after is some kind of miracle, so Jin finally allows himself to nod his head.

Maybe it could seem like a delayed reaction.

"The soap they had was melon."

[honourability]

"Here are some cookies I made for you." obviously his face is blank, but it's obvious he could be panicking inside.

"Aa." Part of Jin is really wishing it's oatmeal. He takes one off the plate and bites into it, his expression softening just slightly when he realises it is oatmeal.

"... thank you, Allen."

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Jin nearly falls completely onto his forearms when he's suddenly empty again, held back only by the harsh, firm grip in his hair, and he lets out a harsh exhalation into the air and tries not to pay attention to the sound of Shinra's clothing being pushed aside.

He would've preferred being taken like that, really. Rough and angry and from behind like the disgrace he'd become in losing and turning into whatever it is he is now. But as he's lowered onto his back he realises Shinra intends to do this in all the ways Jin dislikes--and he thinks, and speculates, and perhaps even hopes that it's for a reason he won't ever be able to comprehend.

Jin doesn't know why his body continues to follow each order it's given.

"Ah--" It's another hitch of breath that leaves him once Shinra pushes in, and a tremble starts in the base of his spine and moves up towards his neck, his throat tightening and his eyes cold in hatred. The steady push and pull of the god's cock inside him has his fingers digging hard into the dirt beneath his body, his knees pulling higher up.

Obediently his fingers curl into the backs of his knees to nudge them higher, and he breathes harshly, heavily, up into the night sky above. Swear pools on his forehead and down the angular planes of his face, and Jin does his best to keep his gaze off the one hovering above him. Even when he parts his legs wider for him.

It hurts, but only marginally. He'd been prepared well.

But Shinra's cock is nothing to joke about, and Jin can't help but tighten once he thrusts in too deep--a mistake, really, with the way he only seems to suck him in further.

"Damn it--"

[honourability]

-grumble- "You smell nice"

He's just waiting for Mugen to follow it up with 'like a girl'.

Jin doesn't trust the other man to know how to deliver a genuine compliment.

[deadawakening]

He sighed. “You just do whatever you want, don’t you?” Heine reached a pale hand up to pull the hoodie closer over a shoulder. “Thanks.” Heine wasn’t used to someone, besides Nill, paying so much attention to him. Badou would playfully tease or ignore him for the most part. Naoto, well, he just stayed away from Naoto, obviously. 

[honourability]

"Aa," Jin murmurs. "Put the hood on if you want."

Unlike Heine, Jin's clothes still smell like fabric softener and whatever natural scent he might have: tea, maybe. The hood for sure smells like watermelon shampoo.

"The train'll be here in three minutes."