shsl Fanfiction Queen

gimmickpuppetprincess's various adventures into fanfiction. 99% of this is 5ds and zeXal with maybe a bit of pokemon if i'm in the mood uwu sfw requests = Open! nsfw requests = Closed!

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

if you ever think there's enough sharkbait fics you haven't met me

Anyway I did an art trade with lovely Julia and she drew this lovely piece in exchange I wrote some dumb boyfriends sharing secrets

I just wanted to write dumb Ryouga sue me

anyway I hope you like it Julia!! ~

Ryouga’s got a bad habit of landing himself into situations where he’d rather not be in, and tonight is no exception. Except he knows he can’t really complain as for once he’s not in some sort life threatening situation as opposed to what Yuma normally places him in, but it’s still uncomfortable that Yuma’s leaning over him excitedly in only his boxers and its purely innocent Ryouga whispers to himself to try and stop his face from tinting a vicious red.

There’s no point though because after a few minutes of Yuma whining and hitting him with a pillow, he gives in with a roll of his eyes and lets his boyfriend crawl into his lap to get him to shut up. Only he doesn’t and now Yuma is kissing his collarbone and murmuring something as he pushes his tight tank top to the side. Ryouga instinctively shudders, causing Yuma to frown and go uncharacteristically quiet.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ryouga questions after a few minutes of silence. He knows that it’s probably a bad to ask seeing as it will probably involve a lot of unnecessary talking and the silence isn’t actually that bad, but Yuma’s making a small pouty face and he knows he’s accidently done something to hurt his feelings and goddammit.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Yuma murmurs quietly to himself, burying his face further into Ryouga’s chest.

Ryouga huffs because really, does he have to do this today of all days? “look Yuma if you want to pretend that you’re not upset of whatever do as you please, but don’t sit there begging for sympathy then just tell me to not worry about it when I’d honestly rather not.”

Yuma sighs because he knows he was doing it but he just doesn’t want to bother Ryouga because he knows how annoyed he gets by it but he can’t just hide it all the time. “I don’t know how to explain it I guess, it’s a secret I’ve held for a while.”

Yuma feels Ryouga’s sigh through his chest before he hears the noise, and he looks up and Ryouga’s looking into the distance at something purely to avoid his gaze and then words slip from his mouth and Yuma stares at him in disbelief.

“Can you repeat that?” he asks because he’s still not entirely sure whether he heard correctly or not and it’s not something he feels he can just misinterpret.

“You heard me.” Ryouga mutters, crossing his arms around him. “I cried like a baby through Titanic.”

Yuma almost laughs and he can feel it building inside of him but he’s sure it’ll just make Ryouga angry with him, but as much as he a tries a small giggle escapes through his mouth and Ryouga just rolls his eyes because really, what did he expect? “Yeah well Rio forced me to watch it about a year ago and yeah, it wasn’t so bad.” He shrugs, releasing his hold and using them to prop himself up against the beanbag he was sitting on. “It’s not really the issue here I guess. What I mean is like even Rio doesn’t know that. I made some excuse and left the room so I could cry.”

“This is really cute and all Shark, but I don’t understand?” Yuma prods, because it is nice seeing this side of Ryouga, when he’s not all grumpy and he smiles and actually opens up, and it is a nice distraction but he’s not exactly sure how it fits into the current situation.

Ryouga huffs in annoyance, giving in and letting his back collide with the beanbag. “Well, you said that this thing that’s bugging you is a secret, right? Well I thought if you wanted to tell me that secret, because the look in your eyes and you’re just pouting at me whenever you talk its screaming ‘ask me what’s wrong!’ so I thought if I shared a dumb secret I’ve had hidden inside for a while, I dunno, I thought it might make you feel less scared to share yours.”

Yuma’s frown morphed almost immediately into one of his infamous grins as he moved faster than Ryouga anticipated into his arms, giving him no warning as he threw himself at him and kissed his cheeks  and neck until Ryouga pushed him away in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes.

“Yuma, do you really need to be so”

“I’m leaving Heartland City.”

“What?”

Ryouga’s sure he heard Yuma wrong because what? Yuma’s still in high school and he said specifically that if Ryouga finished school without simply dropping out – not that he really was planning on it anyway – he would do the same. But he should have known better now that he thinks about it; what use would Yuma really have in completing high school? He knew ever since the numbers war that Yuma was going to follow in his father’s shoes and become an adventurer, so what was the point of him remaining in school?

Yuma fiddled with the sleeve of Ryouga’s tank. “Well, yeah. I know I promised that I’d finish school but I was approached the other day by Heartland Museum and they offered me a once in a lifetime chance to go explore the ruins we visited back when we were hunting the numbers. Mihael was interested so he’s going to come with me as well.” The excitement was undeniable in his voice even as he tried to downplay it, but Ryouga wondered why he would even bother.

“That sounds really cool.” Ryouga replies, and he’s genuinely impressed and interested because he’s right, it really is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so why does he sound so upset?

“Yeah well, we’ll be gone at least a year and I know you’re not going to be in Heartland for college anyway so I thought it wouldn’t really matter though?”

“when are you leaving?” he questions stiffly, because sure he’s leaving himself, but he’d like to know because he thought he’d have a reason to come back to the City if he was there, but seeing as he’s now going as well and Rio was going her own separate ways, there was no purpose left for him there, and a part of him felt a little... disheartened at that.

“A couple of days before you do.” He admits with a sigh, trying to snuggle closer into Ryouga’s body to make sure he wasn’t mad at him. “You’re not mad at me, are you? You’re being quieter than normal.”

Ryouga shook his head half in response and half to clear his own mind. “No, I’m not mad. This is really good, how could I be mad? It’s not like I didn’t expect it sooner or later anyway.” He receives a puzzled look from Yuma, only to use a shrug as a reply. “I mean, you’d have to be an idiot not to. You were so excited visiting those places the first time, just even travelling. You could tell that you were going to do the whole exploring thing. And besides, at the rate that you fall asleep in class, I’m surprised that they haven’t simply kicked you out by now.”

“You’re one to talk.” Yuma interjects with a frown. “At least I actually turned up to class. How the hell did you still manage honours?”

Ryouga laughs quietly to himself, giving in and wrapping his arms lazily around Yuma’s waist. “Well, I actually know how to study. And follow through with said studying.”

“Well it’s not like we’re all great musicians that can just magically turn music into studying.” Yuma grumbles, and though it’s true that it’s a good habit that Ryouga’s actually pretty good at stringing sentences together when he can actually be bothered, he did offer the same to Yuma and well, it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

“It’s not my fault I have a talent.” Ryouga rolls his eyes. “Anyway, you wandered off topic. This is irrelevant.  I mean, yeah I guess it’ll suck not seeing you around but I wasn’t really going to anyway so it would be better if you’re doing something you want to.” He looks at any direction that isn’t Yuma, and settles with the roof.

Yuma makes a small whine, absentmindedly tracing a pattern on Ryouga’s chest as he tried to grab his boyfriend’s attention. “I’ll miss you. A lot.” He murmurs quietly as if Ryouga’s not listening even though he knows he is.

“I know you will.” He chuckles. “Who wouldn’t?”

Yuma rolls his eyes, pouting as he punched him softly in the chest. “Are you going to miss me?”

Ryouga continues to stare at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze, a small smirk plastered across his face. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s going to be quiet around here, not that I’m sure I’m going to mind.” Ryouga gestured for Yuma to get off him as he pulled himself to his feet. “Knowing you, you won’t give me a chance to miss you anyway. Come on, I want to play some video games before Rio gets home.”

“Can we play Slender, please???!” Yuma jumped to his feet in excitement at the prospect of more games. “I promise I won’t scream this time!”

Ryouga chuckled, messing at Yuma’s hair and pushed him back to the beanbag. “We’ll see.” He turned away, allowing only a small frown to himself at the prospect that fuck, everything is totally different now only to erase it completely before Yuma could see because it’s not important now, and Yuma’s taught him that he really needs to relax more often. They’ll deal with it when they get to it, and he had bigger problems – trying to control Yuma’s screams as Ryouga landed in another situation he was not keen to be in. 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

30 day otp challenge day 1 - getting together

I'm going to do this I'm actually going to finish a challenge

sharkbaitshipping  ~

rated T because lots of references to a really loser drunk Yuma

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If there were words to describe how Ryouga was feeling as he manoeuvred through the hospital, he didn’t know them. He didn’t particularly care either, and he kept his mind blank as he keeps walking to prevent himself from thinking of the worst possible outcome, but his mind was relentless in its assault of his thoughts; just why did Rio call him to the hospital in such an urgent manner? She was in no danger herself as he had insisted on her revealing, so who else would constitute such dire need for his assistance?

“About time you got here.” A familiar voice echoes throughout the hallway from behind Ryouga, and he turns to see a mess of green hair and orange eyes staring at him almost thankfully. “I’m sick of listening to him whinge, maybe you’ll shut him up. Come with me.”

He grudgingly follows Kotori as she leads the way, his scowl never leaving his face. Nineteen year old Ryouga Kamishiro didn’t just follow others, but he didn’t really have any other choice at the time and decided to just see what the fuss was about. Kotori opens the door with a grimace, muttering an advanced apology to him as he was faced with a huge round of confusion.

“What the hell is going on?”

Rio sighs, removing herself from the seat and shushing him melodramatically. “For the love of god Ryouga, he just fell asleep don’t wake him up! Don’t you think we’ve suffered enough tonight?”

Ryouga’s confusion only grew as he stared at his friend sleeping soundly in the hospital bed, giving a quiet snore ad rolling to the side. “I still don’t understand, why was it so urgent that I have to be here?”

Rio held her fingers to her lips to stifle a giggle from escape her mouth and gave a small grin as compensation to distract him from Kotori giggling in the back of the room. “Well, as you know we all went out tonight, but well, Yuma got a bit drunk.”

“A bit?” Kotori enquires with a laugh. “He was so drunk he fell over and broke his wrist on the pavement outside so we had to bring him here.”

“Anyway,” Rio continued as Ryouga scowled at the idiocy of his friend. “Ever since he got here he’s just been talking about you nonstop and insisting that you come and see him seeing as you blatantly refused to come out tonight and he was bugging me to the point where I did what he asked.”

“Why would he want to see me though?” Ryouga questions, because even though he knows he’s Yuma’s friend and he guesses he enjoys Yuma’s company it just seems completely beyond him to insist on seeing him, especially in such a temperamental state.

“I think maybe it would be best if he told you so himself, though I doubt he’ll mind so much when he’s sober. He was making quite a scene though.” Kotori did her best to maintain a serious facade, but it fell through almost immediately and she was reduced to a fit of giggles.

Ryouga frowned at her, his frustration at the confusion of the events reaching the point where it was starting to piss him off. “Just tell me god dammit! I hate these stupid games!”

“hmm~?” a sleepy voice echoed throughout the room, and the three turned to face the black haired male as he struggled into a seated position, holding his bandaged wrist and wincing in obvious pain. “What the hell happened? Where am I?”

Ryouga opens his mouth to tell him that Rio and Kotori would explain, only to turn around and see them slipping out the door. “Hey, where are you going?” he calls, only to see Rio’s grinning face pop back in the doorframe.

“Kotori and I are awfully tired so now that you’re here we can go home! See you later brother!” she called, giving a quick wink and disappearing out the door. Ryouga feels himself staring dumbfounded at the door until Yuma coughs quietly to regain his attention.

“Shark?” he questions in case Ryouga hadn’t heard him before. Ryouga scowls, knowing that he’s been caught in a situation that he in all honesty doesn’t want to be in, but there’s nothing he can do now and drops unceremoniously into the chair next to the bed.

“Glad to see you’ve at least somewhat sobered up then.” He comments dryly, though a small part of him – he won’t deny it’s there but he’ll do his best to ignore it – kind of wishes he’d seen sloppy, wasted Yuma.

Another thing he could mock him for, he rationalizes to himself. Yeah, that’s it.

“Wait, I was drunk?” Yuma questions, giving a small laugh. “Explains the broken wrist then. What else embarrassing did I do?”

Ryouga shrugs, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smile. “I don’t know, I initially refused to come out. But from what I heard you were insisting I come be by your side or something so here I am.”

Yuma laughs, falling back into the bed. “You should’ve come out Shark! It was a great night!”

“You don’t even remember it.” Ryouga comments with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, that’s not true~” Yuma mutters. “I remember some of it. Like there was this girl...” Ryouga doesn’t realize it at first but he’s instinctively tensed at the word, but what else does he expect? He’s not an idiot, not by a long shot, and he chastises himself for not expecting it sooner. What did he expect, idiot he may be, but Yuma is a duelling champion, was Ryouga really not expecting anyone to see him the same way?

“Shark, hello? Are you even listening?” Yuma prods, and Ryouga shakes his head free of the thoughts, you shouldn’t care, he reminds himself, it’s his choice, not yours. “Anyway, this girl was dancing with me for ages and it was really great but then she tried to kiss me and I was like what the hell??”

Ryouga grimaced, only to have to restrain himself from bursting into laughter. “You didn’t see that coming at all?” he comments, rolling his eyes as Yuma shook his head. “Drinking rookie.”

“Well sorry we haven’t all been drinking since we were 15.”

“Come on, it was one time.”

“One time too many!” Yuma insists, shaking his head. “My head is pounding. Is this what a hangover feels like? Anyway, how was I supposed to know dancing with someone was meant to constitute that I was interested when I’m not?” he frowns, scrunching his eyes before releasing a hearty laugh. “Oh god, I am such an idiot!”

Ryouga’s not going to deny the self confession, because he did say it himself, but the circumstances made him curious. “Why are you an idiot?”

“Aren’t you the one that calls me it at least three times a day?” he asks, and Ryouga simply mumbles a well it’s not a lie, and Yuma ignores it. “Anyway, I was laughing at what I said back to her. You know what I said, Shark?” he pauses to laugh some more, and Ryouga wonders if he’s fully sober yet or if there’s still a considerate amount of alcohol running through his veins. “I told her I couldn’t because I loved an aquatic creature. How dumb is that!”

The only words that Ryouga was able to stutter out was a short what accompanied by a very confused stare. After desperately trying to collect his thoughts whilst maintaining his whatever facade, he decides that he must have just imagined it and moves on.

“I mean, like who says that? And she was confused and she asked what kind of like you did just then, so I told her that I love Shark!” he giggled slightly, and Ryouga decides that there is definitely still alcohol in his body.

Ryouga decides that he must be some sort of masochist, but he enquires further into Yuma’s hazy memories.  “And what did she say?”

“Didn’t know who you were.” He mumbled in disappointment, shifting his weight so he could see Ryouga clearer. “And I mean, who doesn’t know you?  Wait.” He stops, his mind finally putting the pieces together and he stares at a bewildered Ryouga for a few minutes before releasing an “oops, I guess it’s out of the bag right now.”

“Jesus, you weren’t joking.” Ryouga murmured, his eyes widening in understanding.

Yuma starts to unconsciously fiddle with the sheets in front of him and he’s mumbling an apology only to be interrupted by a huff and Ryouga’s lips against his. His eyes widen because he may be eighteen and Ryouga is hot but kissing still feels weird and he doesn’t want to act too excited, but after a few seconds he relaxes into the kiss and just lets instinct take over. He frowns as Ryouga pulls away, shaking his head in a way that’s just making Yuma mad.

“Don’t think I’ll be confessing anything.” Ryouga mutters, his smirk plastered upon his face. “Give me a call when you’re discharged, I want to see you explain this to your sister.” He’s walking to the door to leave, but Yuma’s not satisfied with the situation just yet.

“What does this mean for us then?” he enquires, rubbing his pounding head in a poor effort at getting rid of his increasing headache.

Ryouga shrugs, refusing to look at him as he stands in the doorway. “Beats me. We’ll see I guess. Later.”

Ryouga doesn’t see, but Yuma gives himself a fist pump with his uninjured hand and in the end he thinks to himself if that’s what happens when he goes out he’s going to go out a lot more often. 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

i'm trying to motivate myself by writing so here's sharkbait and whatever Rio/Kaito is on a double date because why have two losers on a date when you can have 3 (plus Rio)

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Ryouga knows before he even leaves his home that going on this double date was probably not going to be a good idea, but he goes anyway because not only would Yuma pout excessively and complain that he doesn’t want to be seen in public with him – it’s not as if it’s a lie, but he can’t exactly say that to Yuma’s face and it’s not as if its him, Ryouga just hates going out in public in general – but this time, Yuma’s got the better of him and invited Kaito and Rio along with them for a double date, so no matter how long he sits in the shower thinking that she’ll just leave, Rio will just continue to bang at the door until he gave in.

They’re late because Ryouga took so long and he insists that Rio doesn’t tell any of them why they’re so late, but as soon as they pull up and Kaito goes from looking annoyed to nervous at the sight of the only female in the group. He does his best to hide it, but even as Ryouga does his best to stop Yuma from tackling him and giving him a sloppy kiss in public, he notices Kaito do his best to wipe his sweaty hands on his pants when Rio doesn’t notice. She does, of course, but she just gives a giggle and lets it slide.

 Just as he expects, Yuma’s just as embarrassing on a date as he is normally, but Ryouga starts to find a little bit of comfort in the fact that everyone else is as well and he can’t really complain as he really is trying to be more mature than his 16 years allows. Ryouga even allows a laugh when Yuma tries to convince everyone that he learnt what the proper forks to use in fancy restaurants are.

A while passes, and even though everyone is talking and he guesses that he’s begun to relax a bit because they’re finally eating and this way he doesn’t really have to talk so much which he thinks both Kaito and himself are pretty grateful for and he wonders if people walking by just think that Rio and Yuma are the ones going out and the other two were just dragged along to make it less suspicious. Not that he would care in all honesty, he just doesn’t really want to hear other students bickering to him incessantly at school that his boyfriend and sister are going out when it’s more than clear they’re not.

His hand curls into a fist on the lounge he’s sharing with Yuma out of pure instinct because goddamn, why can’t people just leave him be with the people he actually gives two shits about and it’s clear that the disgust must have been written all over his face because he feels a warmth grip at his hand and he doesn’t even need to look to know that it’s Yuma’s hand squeezing him and trying to give him reassurance.

“Is it Kaito and Rio that’s bothering you?” he whispers quietly so that the other two can’t hear. “I mean I was going to try and get Kotori to get a date and come along but she wouldn’t because she was busy doing girl things, you know what they’re like, and yeah I thought maybe it would be nicer having people you like, don’t mind talking to. I don’t know, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

Ryouga rolls his eyes and picks at the food in front of him. “It’s not that, I’m having fun. God, you’re an idiot.”

“Oh, well I was just worried that having your sister on a date might make you all overprotective and stuff, but I’m glad I was wrong.”

“That’s unusual.” He replies sarcastically as he picks at the food in front of him. “and as for Kaito...” he gives a sigh because he’s not supposed to say anything because every time he shows disapproval she’s onto him about what she does for him in accepting his relationship and goddammit Ryouga why can you just not do the same? “At least it’s not IV.”

Yuma laughs and seeing an opening, lays his head on Ryouga’s shoulder, taking his fork from his hands and snatching at some of the food off his plate. Before Ryouga can say a word, the food is inside his mouth and Yuma’s giving him his signature cheeky grin. Normally Ryouga would be annoyed, but he just can’t bring himself to because dangit, Yuma’s gotten under his skin and won him over with that dumb grin once again.

“You know, if you wanted my food, you could have just asked.” He gives the light-hearted comment and Yuma’s still grinning at him as he swallows the food and pouts.

“Would you have fed it to me?” Yuma replies and he’s giving him bedroom eyes in some pathetic attempt at seduction but it’s really not working and Ryouga just laughs instead, taking his fork from his partner and playing with his food again. “Come on, it’ll be really romantic.”

Ryouga scowls as he tries to avoid the incessant puppy dog eyes and matching pout he’s met with. “Yeah, it might be romantic for them.” He mutters, gesturing to their friends as Rio grinned; pushing the fork wrapped in pasta closer to Kaito’s disgruntled mouth. He smirks, turning the fork and shoving it straight in between Yuma’s teeth, unable to resist a chuckle as Yuma spluttered in shock, doing his best to keep the food inside his mouth and not make a mess but failing miserably. “It just looks dumb when we do it.”

 It catches both Rio and Kaito’s attention, but they ignore it in favour of each other, only giving a roll of the eyes to the sounds of “Ryouga!” and Yuma launching his counterattack, to which Ryouga’s now desperately fending off his boyfriend who’s in possession of a fork and a spoon and is ready to shove some sort of food down his throat. After a few minutes of this, Rio and Kaito are both already bored, so Rio gives a small grin and leans over and whispers into Kaito’s ear a comment that only he hears. He gives a small smirk and waits for her to get out of her seat before handing over some bills to the waiter with a I hope this will cover any damage they cause, and Rio takes his hand and they walk out together, leaving the other two still transfixed in their game of who could last the longest without getting food shoved in their mouth.

“You’d think they would have grown up at least a little.” Rio murmurs to Kaito as he helps her onto the makeshift motorcycle, handing her the spare helmet. “I mean, I could understand when they were younger, but three years, really?”

“He’s your twin.” Kaito points out to Rio’s displeasure.

“And they’re your best friends.” She rebuts as he starts the engine.

“Please Rio, blood is thicker than water.”

“Well, we’ll see how thick it is when you’re bleeding from your skull.” She returns the comment with one of her own and he scowls because no matter how he tries she still seems to know how to be smart with him and he can’t do anything about it, so when she says she wants to go home he takes her there and he’s pleasantly surprised to have her grab his hand and drag her inside and as she locks her door behind her he thinks that maybe it’s a good idea to distract Ryouga with double dates more often. 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

you know for someone who isn't really a fan of the whole Kamishiros are barians theory i sure do write it a lot

nevertheless

The wall was a darker shade of blue today

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The wall is a different shade of blue today. He rationalizes that it’s not really, it’s just his mind playing tricks on him, but no matter how he looks at the wall, staring at it only makes the colour seem more different.

His eye catches Rio walking by and a small part of him wishes that he’d fully shut his door but there’s no point now, she’s seen him and is bound to make a scene. Only she doesn’t, she raises an eyebrow but keeps walking as if nothing is wrong. He lets out a sigh and it's only then that he realizes that he was holding his breath, but there's no need to any longer. His eyes remain transfixed on the wall because a small part of him thinking that maybe if he stares at the wall long enough, the colour will go back to normal and he won’t have to worry anymore.

It’s fruitless, of course, and his mind wanders back to the incident. He wasn’t strong enough to protect them, and they paid the price for his actions. One thought leads to another, and suddenly everything he’s failed at – and he realizes that it’s a lot, but don’t say that to his face because he won’t hesitate on breaking yours – comes rushing back to him, and a previous suppressed choke reveals itself before he can stop. No tears fall, for he will not cry over something so dumb, but he can’t deny the anxiety rushing through him at that very moment. Is he even good enough to protect his sister?

“Of course I am, you idiot.” He murmurs to himself, directing his attention to the wall again. He stares at the wall and mulls to himself again, scowling as he just can’t understand.

“Ryouga?” a voice calls and there’s that sigh again, but this time it’s more of a shit, she did catch me more than anything. He refuses to move from his position, hoping desperately that she’ll get the idea and just leave. But no, she’s still there, and his body moves only slightly as she plonks herself gracefully at the end of his bed. “You’re doing it again.”

“Go away, Rio.” His response isn’t nice, but what the hell does she expect? She can’t honestly expect him to be all sunshine and rainbows – not that he was before – but after experiencing that?? He’s surprised his heavy heart is still beating.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Ryouga.” Her reply is full of anger, which he can’t really blame her for, because she’s just trying to help and once again he’s being a pompous jerk but he doesn’t care in the slightest. “You need to stop doing this. It’s not healthy at all.”

“Does the wall seem a different shade of blue to you today, Rio?” he questions, hoping desperately to change the subject. “Humour me.”

“Yeah, it does, just a little.” She laughs at the absurd question, only to lean over his pale frame to twist the knob next to the window open, letting light flood into the room. To Ryouga’s astonishment, the wall returned to its original colour and he feels a little less heavy knowing it wasn’t his sight but the actual area around him. “I normally open your window when I wake you up of a morning, but I forgot this morning. I didn’t expect to see you lounging around and having an existential crisis over a wall, though it should have been expected.”

“Should have been expected?” he questions as he pulls himself into a seated position faster than he expects. “Do you actually not care at all about what’s happened to us?”

“Of course I do, don’t be stupid.” She dismisses the comment with a roll of her eyes, but it’s replaced with a look of curiosity as her hand connects to the wall he was so intent on staring at before. “Funny thing about this wall, huh.” Ryouga raises an eyebrow at her unexpected comment, but lets her continue. “It’s painted blue, but when you shut the blinds and cover it in darkness, it’s a different colour entirely. But when you flood it with light, it shows its intended colour again. It’s kind of like us in a way, don’t you think?”

“I don’t understand.” It’s dumb, and he might be smart at books and whatnot, but when Rio goes philosophical or talks about ugh emotions, he’s basically at a loss.

“Well...” she pauses, trying to think of a way to express her thoughts in a logical manner. “Before whatever happened to us, we were the wall in the light, right?” she waited for a nod of acknowledgement from Ryouga before continuing. “But when that incident happened, it’s like someone shut the light around us and we became shrouded in the dark. So you could say the dark shade of us was us as humans, right?” another nod followed. “And then when everything was revealed, the light was shone back on us again and we see what we were intended to be. Okay, you’re following?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Humour me, Ryouga. Does the colour of this wall impact its functional purposes in any way?”

“...no?” he’s confused by the question, just where was Rio going with this?

She lets out a small chuckle, leaning against it and crossing her arms defiantly. “Right. No matter the colour, its main functional purpose is to protect and shelter us. That’s the same with us.” She lets out another chuckle as Ryouga opens his mouth to talk but is left dumbfounded by the logic of her words. “Especially you, Ryouga. You claim that you’re here to protect me, right?” her words are met with a small nod. “Then why should something as stupid as a heritage be of any importance? It doesn’t impact your job in any way, so it’s not worth destroying your life over, so just cast it aside!”

Before he realizes properly what he’s doing, he’s chuckling himself, a smirk contorting his mouth as he shook his head in exasperation. “Ahh, Rio, there’s a reason many people call you a prodigy.”

“There are many reasons people call me a prodigy.” She corrects with a smirk of her own.

Ryouga smiles again, only to feel the weight of his oncoming decision his him like a brick. “There still leaves the decision we have to make about the proposition we were given.”

Rio shrugs, leaning further into the wall. “It’s your business with Yuma, so you make the decision. I’ll stand by you either way.”

Ryouga stares at the wall, worry contorting his features as he remembered what Yuma told him a few days prior.

“If you want to take up their proposition, then I can’t stop you. But if you want to stay and fight, I’m still more than willing to call you a friend. Besides, it’s not a definitive decision, if you wanted to join them then come back, I’ll always welcome you back. Because that’s what friends do, right?”

“I don’t think I want to turn my back on Yuma.” He murmurs, biting his lip expectantly.

“Then don’t.” Her definitive tone caused Ryouga to snap out of his thoughts quickly. “Look, what I’m trying to say is these stupid terms – human, barian – they don’t define us. No matter what labels we’re given, we’re still the same person. Yuma understands that too. That’s why he’ll accept your decision either way. Because no matter what label you’re given, you’re still friends.” She pushes at the wall with ease and uses the inertia to jump from the bed, leaning down and giving her brother an unexpected but well-deserved hug. He scowls, but in all honesty, he needs it and he’ll complain but deep down he’s actually really grateful for it, for her for being there for him and giving him reason when he can’t seem to do so himself.

“Thanks, I guess.” He mutters as she walks to the door, and he can’t see it but he knows she’s smiling at him, and that’s reason enough for the scowl to return.

“It’s nothing.” She waves away his unneeded commentary with a smile. “I’d suggest thinking about your decision, but at the same time, don’t think too hard on it. Sometimes the best decisions are made on instinct, you know?” she pauses at the doorway, turning to face him. “Here’s a good decision, stop moping and get something done about it.”

He listens to her footsteps echo down the hallway, and he finally realizes what she was saying. He doesn’t have to conform to the label he was given, not if he doesn’t want to. The only thing left to do was to decide if it was what he wanted to do or not. 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

so I learnt yesterday that there's a character called Kyoji in the zexal manga and he's p cute and adorbs and shit until you find out he's like part spider or something and wow zexal manga congrats i thought you'd maxed out the strange scale with Captain Corn but i digress 

and then a friend requested kyoryo so i guess this is it um tw abuse i guess and nsfw ofc

also psa dont ever look up spider anatomy on the internet just dont

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He’s not sure how it happened, only that his childhood friend was now on top of him, kissing him and he’s not sure how to feel about it – he’s kissing back, of course, so he guesses that it’s an indication of how he instinctively feels.

It still won’t ever be not weird for him, though. And who can blame him really? It’s not as if his skin is the smoothest he’s ever felt – it’s completely opposite, so rough and scratchy that he can feel it starting to cause a rash over his skin. But still he continues, and he trails his thumb down the male’s cheek, brushing away his bangs with a small smile on his face.

“Ryouga...” Kyoji whispers, giving a small smirk as he pushes their bodies closer.  “When I said that I was going to show you how special you were to me, I never had this in mind.” He pauses, and a small part of Ryouga is afraid, but that’s just how he is around him, how anyone is around him. He trails a finger up the man’s chest, giving a small laugh as he pushes the fabric up as far as he could. “However, if this is what you desire... then I’ll have no issues in complying.”

Ryouga moaned softly, forcing his lips against Kyoji’s with a smirk of his own. “As long as there’s none of those freaky spider things being involved, it’s fine with me.”

Kyoji grinned, kissing the man’s neck hungrily and running his finger in a circle around kissing the man’s neck hungrily and running his finger in a circle around Ryouga’s heart. “No, no, I still need you for now. I won’t kill you... just yet.” He bites at Ryouga’s skin, causing him to cry out in surprise. “And I’m hurt! My pets are lovely creatures, and they could only add to the experience.”

“They’re fucking weird man.” Ryouga can’t believe that he actually has to resort to insisting that he doesn’t want creepy arachnids crawling all over him, and whoa that is not sexually arousing in any way, but he remembers its Kyoji, and some pretty messed up shit has happened to him. “No spiders.” He feels as if he needs to reaffirm this, and when he receives a pouty nod from the male, he relaxes further into the bed as an act of consent towards the male to continue.

“Ahh, Ryouga, you’re not as adventurous as you used to be~!” it hurts Ryouga to hear Kyoji purr at him like that as his pants tighten further in frustration. He’s sure however, that the worst part of it all is that Kyoji knows it, knows the agony its causing him to feel this way but continues on his petty game anyway. Whatever, Ryouga thinks to himself. Two can play at that game.

“Sorry that I appreciate just keeping my relations between humans only.” Ryouga lets the words slip out before really thinking them through, and its only when a look of confusion and betrayal taints Kyoji’s face does he realize the extent of the words he had uttered. “Oh, Kyoji, I didn’t mean...”

Kyoji shakes his head softly, giving an expression that for the love of him, he can’t figure out, only that it’s a cross between a smile and a frown as he breaks away and stares at Ryouga. “No, no, I understand. But I wonder, Ryouga, humour me. What constitutes a human? Like, at what point does manipulation of the human body turn a person non-human? Makes them an animal?”

Ryouga feels a whine escape his throat as he tries to push past the agony rising in his throat. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to answer a question he didn’t know the answer to himself? He’d never even considered the possibilities of Kyoji’s case even occurring, so why would he have an answer?

“How the hell should I know?” Ryouga doesn’t mean for his tone to slip into anger, but it’s becoming a bad habit for him and he knows that he should stop, should apologize, but the words keep spewing out and suddenly he can’t take it anymore. “Why should I give a fuck? You’re still a human to me.”

Kyoji’s bitter laugh fills the room and Ryouga’s trapped again, though this time Kyoji’s straddling him, so no matter what he says or does, he really doesn’t have an escape. He just wants to get this over and done with; he doesn’t want any philosophical concepts that seem to plague everyone else. Oh god it hurts his heart to say, but he just wants to go with the flow and get this night out of his living memory.

Kyoji would pity Ryouga for at least giving an attempt at making him feel better, though Ryouga’s selfish intentions for his kind words always ring through strong. He doesn’t care about you, he reminds himself. He just wants you to shut the fuck up and get on with this. But whatever, Kyoji doesn’t really care any longer, but a thought strikes and his smirk is plastered back over his face as he takes one of Ryouga’s hands and places it over one of his many scars on his back. He takes a great joy in seeing how Ryouga’s eyes bulge unwillingly in surprise, and the hand falls away as soon as it’s allowed.

“Kyoji!” Ryouga spits the name out in surprise, though it’s not in anger like before, but complete and utter desolation. “What did they do to you?”

“what did they do to me?” he laughs, he actually laughs, the bitter, maniacal sounds echo throughout the room and a shiver runs automatically down Ryouga’s spine in fear. “Silly, Ryouga,” he purrs, grabbing at his cheek and pulling him as close as he would allow for the situation. “It’s not what they did to me, not at all.” He laughs again as he grabs at Ryouga’s shoulders and forces him into a position he can no longer move. “They simply morphed my body into something actually worthwhile as opposed to these horrid human ones. No, no, they did nothing to me at all. You know who did, Ryouga?” his voice drips with seduction and threats, and Ryouga struggles aimlessly despite the fact that a part of him realizes yes it’s all over, yes you lost. “Who messed me up in such a way? Why, it’s you! You’re the reason I’m messed up this way. And by god, am I going to make you pay for it.”

The last thing Ryouga remembers before slipping into unconsciousness is the very loud realization of his own screams echoing through his eardrums. 

[g0sto]

yells at you happy birthday accept my love

TEKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy birthday!!!!!! Fishy and I decided to make you a little joint birthday present! We made accompanying pieces and I hope you really like them because you’re really great!!!! 

Anyway because I’m a loser and the only thing I can do is write I tried some cute Flowershipping because Alit!!!!! and yeah present tense stares at hands

but yeah I hope you have a really good day!!!!!!

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[littlefreakyfanfiction]

sometimes i get ideas in my head that don't piss off until I write them down and this was one of them. I guess this is set around 99-onwards?? 

Pairing: one sided Sharkbaitshipping only on the basis that the other half was never mentioned

Ryouga and Yuma talk family.

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A part of Ryouga was always curious about Yuma. Every time he saw him, he was so happy. He had every reason in the world to be narcissistic, upset, angry – and yet he seemed the polar opposite. So bright, happy, trusting to the point where Ryouga had to swallow rising bile from his stomach. Even the way he relaxed, dropping his body recklessly against the floor in front of them; it all seemed so relaxed, so content, like there weren’t two worlds desperately fighting a losing war and he wasn’t caught in the middle, as if it were just another day at Heartland Academy.

He’d asked Kotori about it completely from curiosity, and though her voice was boring and he found himself caring less and less and beginning to regret asking, he continues to try and pay attention. What’s the deal with this kattobingu? He remembers asking, and her reply was swift and just as confusing as the question, he picks up the word “father” and decides that he might as well ask the source.

He finds Yuma conversing with Astral over something, though he’d hardly call it conversing, more like arguing. He rolls his eyes and slinks against the wall until they’re finished, to which Astral just leaves, free to move around the airship he calls home as he pleases.

It’s where he finds Yuma lying against the ground, looking almost as content as one could possibly be, and he spits the words out before he can even think.

“How the hell are you so happy?”

Yuma opens his eyes and gazes up at the boy, giving a small laugh. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

Ryouga frowns, and though he doesn’t technically mean to be rude, his words slip out in the form of a shout. “Are you joking right now? You are actually caught in the middle of a huge war now between three worlds, one of which wants nothing more than to see your broken and dead body lying on the ground, and you’re asking why you shouldn’t be happy?”

Yuma furrows his eyebrows at the thought before shrugging. “I don’t see why that should stop me from being happy.” He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t have any ill will in his tone, and it only causes Ryouga to get more riled up.

“But you aren’t worried at all?” he presses as Yuma gets to his feet. “Your supposed best friend just turned out to be some sort of freaky alien thing who dreams of nothing more than to rip you to shreds and you can just sit there and laugh and smile with no cares in the world?” he doesn’t mean to mention Shingetsu – Vector – but its slipped out and though Yuma only gives a slight flinch at the name, its more than enough indication that he’s struck a nerve.

“Of course I’m worried, I’m not stupid.” He murmurs much softer than before, and Ryouga can’t help but frown at the sight in front of him. “But I can’t let it stop me!” his voice accelerates and he’s back in his happy demeanour that drives Ryouga insane. “You see Shark, there are a lot of people depending on Astral and I – family, friends, even strangers in the street! They all need us to succeed to keep our planet the way it is! So whether I want to or not, I’m stuck in this! So what’s the point in moping and being angry? Who am I supposed to blame? Dad? It’s not his fault!” Yuma’s puffing now; he doesn’t realize he’s fuming at the possibility of his father’s name being tarnished, though he’s completely aware that Ryouga meant no ill will by the comment.

It’s as he watches the fuming male that Ryouga feels that odd part of him spark again – the part that wants nothing more than to grab the idiot by his shoulders and slam him against a wall before slamming lips into his. He reigns this in before anyone can really see and settles for biting his lip just short of drawing blood to keep himself in check. This is Yuma we’re talking about, you idiot, he chastises himself. Don’t be so egotistical. As if you’d have a chance.

“Tell me about your dad.”

He thinks it’s a fair enough question, and really is the main reason he’s here for this conversation in the first place. It seems to work too, as Yuma sighs, releasing the excess anger before giving a grin and hurriedly starting on his explanation of what his father did and why he was the greatest father on earth. Ryouga feels a smile creep its way across his face, and as desperately as he tries to dismiss it, it’s still there, he enjoys seeing Yuma so happy though he still has no understanding on how he can remain so positive in light of the recent events.

“Shark?” Yuma questions, and its only then that he realizes that Yuma did stop rambling at some point but he was so distracted by the idiot that he forgot to pay attention to the actual substance of the conversation. In turn, he pretends he knew what he was saying and raises an eyebrow, to which Yuma decides to continue. “What about your dad?”

Ryouga frowns, because it’s a topic he’s been dwelling on since they all witnessed the message from Kazuma – just where was his dad? Did he even have one? Of course, you idiot, he scolds. How else would you or Rio even be alive without one?

Then in that case, the only conclusion that he can come to is that he didn’t want them around and just left. Maybe they were unfit to be parents? Or didn’t want to have children? Were they simply mistakes? Ryouga shakes his head at even the thought. Sure, he could probably pass himself off as his parents not caring about his existence or not, but Rio? A prodigy with so much potential? Why simply leave that on the street?

Ryouga chooses to shrug, crossing his arms in a subconscious attempt to get Yuma to leave the situation alone. “I never really thought about it. It’s just been Rio and I for as long as I can remember. She’s all I’ve really needed.”

“But how have you lived?” Yuma questions curiously, ignoring Ryouga’s annoyed huff. “I mean, you guys have been in and out of hospital for a long time, how have you been paying for that as well as living?”

Ryouga frowned further. “We get by. Rio’s on scholarship; that makes it easier for us. As for the hospital...” he bit his lip again, turning away. “I don’t know who paid off Rio’s, only that someone did. I never really questioned it, but then again I didn’t question anything before I met you.” He gives a light chuckle, and it sounds so wrong coming from him, but that’s the effect Yuma has on everyone around him.

“I worry about her a lot.” He continues before he realizes, and oh god he’s babbling, but he’s gotten into a habit of doing that around Yuma. The round, red eyes just seem to know when he needs assistance and help, and are always there to listen, and it makes him sick. “She’s brilliant, but fragile. Don’t let her independent attitude fool you; she still needs me, for now at least.”

Yuma laughs, his voice filling up the relatively empty room. “Shark, do you know how lucky you are? I’ve always wanted to have a twin! Can you imagine two of me running around?”

“No, and it’s not something I want to imagine either.” He groans, but Yuma’s still laughing despite the insult. Still so happy and positive, Ryouga thinks to himself solemnly. You could probably learn a thing or two from him.

“Whatever! What I don’t get is that you seriously think I am not angry or sad enough? I wasn’t aware that was a bad thing. Has it ever occurred to you that you’re simply angry and sad too often?” Yuma’s eyes bug as he comes to his senses, whoa Yuma, way to put your foot in your mouth then, and Ryouga flinches, not because of what he said, but how right he was. He knows fully that he’s way too, and yet he still can’t pull himself fully out of his hole he dug for himself. It lingers in his attitude, because no matter what he says or does, there’s something missing in their lives.

“I’m sorry, Shark.” Yuma corrects himself, feeling rather abash at his crude statement. “But it’s not like I’m wrong? You just need a little more kattobingu in your life!”

Ryouga laughs at the double meaning he picks up but thankfully Yuma doesn’t, and he finally gives in, dropping his hands to his sides and relaxing just like Yuma had intended for him to the whole time.

“I guess I do, Yuma. I guess I do.”

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

I found myself very upset the other night because I can't seem to find any nsfw accidentshipping so i told myself I would change that

and instead I ended up with this. 

um playing off a headcanon that someone told me about IV really needing to be dominant because of something that happened to him as a child? 

but uh yeah accidentshipping and nsfw and don't look at me

Thomas wonders what he ever did to make him so lucky.

Well, in the context of it all, he guesses he deserves it – enough hardship had come by both of them that it seems only fair now that he’s receiving such happiness.

“Mm, Thomas.” She murmured as she takes a break only to let their lips crash together again, grinding her hips against his until he releases an eager moan.

“Rio, Rio~” he replied, begging as his hands gripped at her hips enthusiastically. “Ahh, you’re teasing me again.”

With a small grimace, she bites her lip, looking away. “Can I try something?”

Thomas raised his eyebrow, fluttering his fingers up her hips until they rested softly on her shoulders. “You can try anything you want, you know that.”

“Really?” she whispered, her voice gaining confidence as she removed herself from him, earning a small whine from him.

“Within reason.” He replied, propping himself up by his elbows as he watched her half naked body bend over the cabinet in front of her. “What are you planning?”

“just give me a sec!” she called back, fishing through her drawers until she stood back up, holding a long object in her hands that caused a sly grin to run over his mouth.

“Oh, we’re talking that kind of something.”

“Well, yeah.” She blushed, playing with the rope in her hands. “I don’t know, I thought it would be cool to try out.”

“Well, I’m definitely up for it.” Thomas laughed, gesturing for her to return to him. She coiled the rope around her hand, straddling him and kissing him hard on the lips. “I’ve been dreaming about taking you when you’re all tied up for such a long time.”

Rio gave a soft chuckle, grabbing at Thomas’s hands and sliding the rope around his wrists before he could even react. “Nuh, uh.” She insisted, pushing his hands over his head and finished tying the knot. Thomas bucked his hips angrily, smacking his head against the headboard in surprise.

“R...Rio!” he cried, bucking his hips again, tugging furiously at the binds that kept his wrists together. “Let me go!”

Rio stroked his face softly until his hyperventilation subsided; giving soft kisses along his collarbones. “Sweetie, sweetie, calm down, you know I won’t hurt you.”

“R...Rio I can-cant!” he gasped, continuing to pull at his binds.

Rio closed her eyes, holding his head in her hands as she kissed him softly. She rolled her hips back, rotating on his hips until Thomas let out a hungry moan. “You can Thomas, I know you can. I’ll take care of you.”

“Rio...” he whined sadly as she leant forward and kissed him on the nose. “You can tie me up if you desperately want to, but I have to top!”

Rio rolled her eyes, unhooking her bra and discarding it to the side. “Thomas, you’re being a baby. I’ve topped you before, why is this any different?”

“I was drunk then.” He insisted, squirming only slightly under her grip. “And I’m not fond of it.”

She sighed, giving up and removing herself, picking up her bra from the floor. “Look in all honesty if I did do something wrong it’s not exactly hard to fix. and simply holding back and not telling me is just really dumb, okay?” She finished hooking her bra into place and untied him in one swift motion.

“Please Rio, I can explain.” He murmured, grabbing her wrist.

“Like, it’s not really my fault I get more pleasure that way and it’s not yours either it’s just how I am? And like sue me for wanting to orgasm first every once and a while?” Rio continued to rant as Thomas tried to pull her back into his arms. “And I just can’t help but feel as if you don’t trust me enough to please you? Like every time you aren’t in complete control you’re all tense and I can tell and it just hurts, y’know?”

“Rio.” Thomas demanded, kissing her hard on the lips until her arguments subsided. His lips danced along her cheek to her ear, where he whispered something that caused Rio to go dead silent.

After five minutes of silence, a soft “oh” trailed from her lips, and she looked away in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hush, it’s not your fault.” He laughed, closing his eyes and nuzzling her cheek. “It’s in the past. I simply thought a bit of context for my trust issues couldn’t hurt.” His hands trailed down her sides, gripping at her hands fiercely. “Besides, it’s not that I don’t trust you Rio, never think that. If it was something as dumb as that I’d let you ride me all the time, but it’s not now.”

“You can be on bottom and still be dominant, you know.” She murmured as he pulled her back into his chest. “I don’t care about submitting, it’s just easier for me to orgasm in that position.”

“I didn’t think of that.” He murmured into her shoulder, kissing her next softly. “Want to try it?”

Rio let out a choked laugh as she dropped her head onto his shoulder. “I can’t take advantage of you right after you’ve told me that.” She mumbled into his shoulder blade.

“Next time then.” He compromised with a laugh, running a hand through her hair. “Trust me, I’m over it. Now come cuddle with me okay?”

Rio rolled her eyes and plonked herself on the bed, giving a small grin as Thomas wrapped his arms around her. “Hey Rio?” he questioned, kissing her shoulder blades affectionately as he waited for a response. “If you get to tie me up, does that mean you’ll let me puppetize you one day?”

“Thomas, that’s really fucked up.” She groaned as he laced his fingers through hers.

“So that’s a no?”

Rio let out a long sigh. “I’ll think about it.” 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

ahh well I can't say no to nsfw (and this came to me surprisingly easily? though its more Yuma/his own wangst than anything but w/e)

but yeah uh tw nsfw and negativeshipping

wow i dont know what to say i'm not ready for sunday

Yuma’s not sure how it happens or why, and he’s still too embarrassed to ask what his body is doing – he shudders even thinking about what Shark or Kaito would say if he even mentioned it with them – so even though he’s still not sure what he’s doing or whether it’s the right thing or not, Yuma slides his body down the hammock until he’s comfortable and eyes the room to check if Astral had decided to rest for the night. After deciding that he was safe for the night from questions from his friend, he let his shoulders relax, pushing his pants down his ankles and letting out a loose sigh.

It’s not necessary, but he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander in a sort of bout of self pity at the presence of another person lying on top of him, kissing his neck hungrily as he wrapped his legs around the person in front of him. It all felt so real to him, much realer than he was used to; the kissing, the touching, his chest rises and falls in an accelerated pace, causing him to let out a strangled moan as a hand found a way to his hardened length, stroking at a regular pace.

“Ah~!” he cries out against his will as his pace picks up, thrusting his hips in time, tilting his head to the side as he imagines the person suckling at his neck whining that they didn’t have enough room. The voice sounds eerily familiar, but he remembers, there’s no one here, his mind is simply playing tricks on him, and it’s not the first time.

His eyes pinch as he remembers the last time his brain decided to play tricks on him – such pretence that is friendship with the people he could never be like – and he wants to stop, but the building pressure of his body increases further, and his hand is moving as fast as he can.

“Ah~!” he cries again, not understanding his inability to keep his voice down, but the lips that caress his cheek whisper nothings of joy – it’s okay, this is okay, does it feel good Yuma? Everything is for you – and his mangled groans are cut off by the lips moving to his mouth and it only takes him a second to move into sync, tongues clashing and he moves his free hand into the person’s hair, grabbing at it as the powerful movements along his length began to overwhelm him.

He groans through the kiss as everything becomes too much for him to handle. He releases onto himself and his partner, his breath continuing to come at a quickened pace as he gripped his other hand into the thick, wild hair.

Wait a minute, he thinks to himself as he clutches at the hair in his hands, gasping as he realized what he had unintentionally placed himself into. The hand he had believed to be his danced along his stomach, invoking a shiver of pleasure? Anxiety? He didn’t have the time or patience to check, his eyes snapping open only to meet with two round, purple eyes and a demonic half smile.

Yuma’s hands dropped from his hair to his side as he scrambled back, his breath coming out in sobs as he noticed he had no escape.

A demonic cackle echoed throughout the room as Vector pressed his lips gently against Yuma’s ear. ”Surprise, Yuma.”

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

ok so i want to say this isnt in response to the new op but there's only so much lying i can do 

but uh hinted Rio/Durbe  and ?/Ryouga just covering my bases

summary: Rio always struck Durbe as more of an ice queen than a figure of the sun.

uh preexisting supporting character death? someone hold me

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Ryouga gave a sigh of relief as he let the door slam shut behind him, fumbling with the tie around his neck until it fell into the palm of his hand. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the soft, silken material lying lifelessly in his palm, the churning feeling in his stomach increasing to the level where he want, no, needed to be sick.

He discarded the tie to the table along with his blazer as he made his way to the bathroom as quickly as his legs would allow, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet bowl, his breath coming out in an endless stream of gasps until his body gave in, emptying the contents of his stomach into the bowl in front of him.

He fought back the retching feeling clamouring at his throat enough for him to continue breathing, dropping away from the bowl and collapsing against the wall, his breathing still bordering on hyperventilation.

He’d played his role. He’d gone to the ceremony much to his own chagrin, said his speech and gave his well-wishes. He’d communicated and socialized and accepted their sympathies and remorse, what a lovely girl she was they said, she seemed so bright and happy, much like the sun, and this makes Ryouga grit his teeth in anger when he thinks about it because they couldn’t be any further from the truth.

“She always struck me as more of an ice queen than a figure of the sun, if you ask me.”

Ryouga felt himself draw blood in his bottom lip from the excess pressure he had placed upon himself at the thought of the comment returning to the forefront of his mind.

He didn’t know why Durbe had decided to turn up, only glad that he was alone. He hated it. He hated seeing him there, his eyes dulled in respect and mourning, to have him walk to her and place a single baby blue rose in among all the red and yellow like he actually belonged there, when it was obviously clear he didn’t.

He stayed after the ceremony, but spoke no words unless he was spoken to until he was politely asked to leave by Yuma. It was then he uttered the words that sent a wave of shock through the whole courtyard, how dare he they had whispered, though he simply nodded toward Ryouga, the dull mourning still shining through his eyes as he left.

What riled him up the most was how right Durbe really was; he’d met her all of two times and already understood her more than people who had been with her for her whole existence. She was nothing like the sun; she detested it when people compared her as such. Everything about her screamed coolness, from the way she stood to her speech mannerisms – even her whole deck was run by ice monsters.

He choked on his own gasps, leaning against the wall as tried to gather his own sense of self back. How was it that someone who had met her all of two times knew her better than people who had ‘known’ her since the day she was born?

He remembers vividly Kaito making the same comment as Yuma threw his arms around Ryouga in a comforting hug – “it's interesting that someone who met her so infrequently knew her on such a level that was incomprehensible to people who considered her family” – and it was then that it was the closest that Ryouga came to breaking his facade and letting his tears fall. He’s somewhat proud that he maintained his facade, instead clutching his fist into Yuma’s back so hard he cried out, pulling Yuma to him and hugged him so tightly that even Kaito frowned sympathetically, embracing the both of them for a mere second before moving away.

Ryouga wonders if maybe Yuma is right and that duelling really does connect others around them; not just the members duelling but even as spectators. His head recollides with the wall, and he chastises himself for always doubting Yuma and snobbing off his beliefs like they didn’t matter.

Not that it did matter now anyway.

“Your mannerisms confuse me, Ryouga.” A voice called, causing Ryouga to hit his head on the railing as he clamoured to his feet at the sight of the grey haired man in front of him.

“How did you get in here?” he demanded, wiping the excess bile and vomit from his mouth with his sleeve.

“You left the front door unlocked.” Durbe stated, watching curiously as Ryouga tried to stay standing. “I didn’t wish to talk to you at the funeral because I thought I would give you space and let you grieve, as it was not my place to potentially make a scene.”

“Well, you certainly failed in that aspect.” Ryouga growled angrily.

Durbe frowned. “Yes, that was interesting, indeed. Though there were never any intentions for such a  thing, I simply was confused as she was always seen as more of an ice lover than one of the heat; I never expected everyone to get so offended by what I assumed to be common knowledge.”

“Humans are much more fragile than that, if you haven’t noticed.” He spat, finally regaining his composure.

“I’ve noticed.”  Durbe murmured, crossing his arms. “you stand in front of everyone else with your scowl painted across your face and you groan “I don’t care” and I think well maybe I can converse with him now as he’s probably rational again, but I return here and find you in a mess on the floor?” he cast a disdained face at his rival. “Rio would think you’re pathetic.”

“How dare you!” he screamed, launching himself at the elder male and snatching the tassles of Durbe’s scarf and tugging on them. He cast a disdained glance through his fury as Durbe read his movement, sliding his hand between the scarf and his neck to stop Ryouga from choking him.

“Come now Ryouga, you don’t think I would wear such an article of clothing if I didn’t know how to defend myself in such an event. You’re clearly not thinking rationally.”

“How would you know what Rio thought about me!” he yelled, releasing the scarf in favour of gripping at his shirt, shoving Durbe against the wall. “Don’t you dare talk for her when you didn’t even know her!”

“I knew her better than you think.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he growled.

Durbe smirked, fishing a small device from his pocket and placing it in Ryouga’s hand. Ryouga’s hand clenched around the device as he recognized it, feeling his heart drop.

“Why do you have Rio’s d-gazer?” he questioned as Durbe shrugged himself off.

“She left a message for me to give to you should this circumstance arise.” Durbe closed his eyes for a mere second before biting his bottom lip angrily. “I know you seem to think otherwise, but I am actually rather distressed regarding Rio’s death. She was definitely something special.”

“Don’t talk about my sister like that.” He growled, tossing the d-gazer in his hands. “She was more than special.”

“I could never be able to comprehend how much she meant to you, only how I felt for her. And I’m sure they’re wildly different, so I’m not going to try.”

Ryouga went to speak, but no words came out, only a small sympathetic smile crossed his face. “It must be hard to care so for someone you can never have, isn’t it.”

Durbe smiled in understanding. “She became out of my reach only a few days ago. Though I do fully understand your pain now, though you don’t give yourself enough credit, I’d say ‘never’ would be an overstatement.”

Ryouga gave a dry laugh. “Don’t think this means we’re friends or anything.”

Durbe returned the laugh, blinking strangely at the bizarre feeling. “Don’t think this means that I’ll go any easier on you. Though what happened was wrong in every way imaginable, for the sake of my home, I cannot afford to lose.”

“And the same towards you. For the sake of earth, and Rio, I won’t stop until my last breath is gone.” He stepped forward, gripping his hands into Durbe’s shoulders. “And you can hold me to that promise. Now get the hell out of my house.” 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

coffeeshipping Coffee Shop Au

pairing: Rio/Durbe 

no warnings except me trying to be cute about my new otp but yes

She’d noticed him around campus before. A little short for a male his age, and awfully shy, he was always early for work and always worked as hard as he could in the little time he was given. She wondered to herself why she hadn’t ever paid attention to him before getting her job at the local coffee shop near her campus.

She’d always been intrigued by the silent types, and though he looked a little scrawny and well, weak – she found out a few days on the job that he wasn’t that physically strong and needed help with carrying a lot of the boxes out the back , but it was something she just accepted with a smile. She was used to being stronger than boys anyway, it was nothing new to her.

He was also ridiculously diligent – he was always on time for work exactly, never a minute early or late. Sure, it riled Rio up when she really wanted to get out early and she wasn’t able to leave until he arrived, but when she saw his small scurried face as he pushed his thick frames further up his nose, she couldn’t help but smile and give him encouragement.

What intrigued Rio the most was how supportive he was – she knew all about him from her brother, how he wasn’t like the rest of them, something she could atone to witnessing first hand – and despite Ryouga’s insistence for her to stay away, as each day passed she found it harder and harder to listen to him.

The customer in front of her repeated her order, and she gave an apologetic smile as she wrote it down and handed it to the male, who took it happily.

“Come on Rio, there’s a line forming.” Nasch prompted, causing her to jump in surprise.

“Sorry Nasch!” she replied, giving him a grin.

He gave a small smile in reply, pushing his glasses further up his nose as he avoided her gaze, turning his attention back to the coffee machine in front of him.

Rio let out an excessive sigh as she spied the time, knowing that she would have to stay back and help clean up for the third time in a row. She took another order, announcing that they would be closing in ten minutes as she handed the customer their change and passed the order to Nasch, who accepted it without a word.

“Finally.” Nasch murmured as the last customer in the line received his coffee, watching with interest as Rio paced back a few steps before running forward, using the inertia to throw herself gracefully over the font counter, landing just as elegantly on both her feet and flicking the “open” sign to closed. “Are you trying to land in the hospital?” he questioned in curiosity. “That was awfully dangerous.”

Rio laughed. “Ah, the hospital is the last place I want to be, trust me. I’ve spent enough time there already to last me a lifetime.”

Nasch raised an eyebrow in confusion as she fixed up a table next to her, grabbing a used cup from the table with one hand and fishing out a cloth with the other to wipe up any marks on the table. “Why’s that?”

Rio stopped, placing the cup back on the table and straightened up, tilting her head to the side. “You don’t know?”

Nasch shook his head.

Rio bit her lip, picking up the cup and walking towards the sink out the back of the store, looking over her shoulder to see that Nasch had followed her. “I was in an accident when I was thirteen and I spent a long time in hospital recovering.”

“oh.” He stuttered, placing a hand on her shoulder in reassurance, only to fall back in shock as she flinched, throwing his arm off hers in anger.

“Oh, gosh I’m so sorry!” she cried, holding her hand out to him and pulling him to his feet. “My scars can still be really sensitive and you gripped straight at one.”

Nasch blinked in confusion. “Scars?”

Rio chuckled, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt and letting it fall off her shoulders. “Don’t get weirded out, it’s just easier if I show you instead of trying to explain.” He gave a sympathetic smile as he studied the permanently damaged skin around her shoulders, wondering just how far it ran down her back and arms, suddenly becoming tongue tied when he realized that he desperately wanted to find out.

“What kind of accident would leave you with this kind of permanent injury?” he inquired in shock. He knew that human forms where so much weaker than the Barian forms, but he never even considered that they could be damaged in such a way.

“I was duelling a man in an abandoned alley when he used a Barian card and well, I was set on fire.” She murmured, placing the cup in the sink with a sigh. “It was an accident, of course; he didn’t know the card was capable of what it was and he never really meant to hurt me, but it doesn’t matter now. We’ve both moved on and the only reminder that it even happened is the scars on our bodies.”

“A Barian card did this to you?” he exclaimed, tracing her back with a touch so light that she shivered.

“Are you sure you never heard of it?” she pressed. “You’d think they would have told the leader about incidents like these.”

Nasch gulped at the mention of his job – his real job, not the snazzy cafe that they currently were still sitting inside, but the leader of an army a whole world away. “Vector simply informed me that there was progress with his plan involving the Arclight humans, he never gave me details. Now I wish I had, he can be rather... excessive at times.”

“Don’t worry about it, D-“ she paused, biting her lip. “Can I call you Durbe? Or do I have to refer to you as Nasch?”

Nasch frowned as he deliberated. “I think it would be okay for you to call me Durbe. But only in a setting where it’s just the two of us. In public, I’d like for you to refer to me as Nasch, as it would raise suspicion if you did otherwise.”

Rio grinned. “Of course. Thank you.”

“Uh, Miss Kamishiro?” Durbe questioned quietly.

“Please call me Rio. There’s no need to be so formal.”

Durbe felt his cheeks go hot, blinking wildly as the strange feeling overcame his human body. “Oh, well Rio, would you mind if I was to do something? I read about it in my lessons here, and I find it most interesting.”

“Sure?”

Durbe bit his lip, pushing his glasses up his nose as he held her in place. “Just stay still.” He insisted, moving her shirt further out of the way so he could see her worst scar better. He closed his eyes, leaning forward and kissed her shoulder blade gently before pulling away. “Huh, it didn’t work.”

“What didn’t work?” Rio called, spinning to face him, her face contorted in confusion and anxiety. “Why did you kiss me?”

Durbe felt his cheeks go hot again, but he ignored it in favour of an explanation. “I was reading a book and they were saying that a kiss could heal any wound. Maybe it’s only a human kiss that works?”

Rio burst out laughing, wiping a stream of tears that flowed from her eyes in a ball of frustration.

“What’s wrong Rio?”

She stopped laughing, though she had to lean to the side and take a few tissues from the bench nearby to blow her nose. “It’s just that, Durbe, that’s a saying. It doesn’t actually happen for anyone. The purpose of a kiss is to show an emotional affection towards someone, which in turn makes someone hurt less because it shows that someone cares about them and it distracts them from the pain.”  

Durbe frowned. “The human world is so fascinating. Who knew humans worked like this?” he looked up, giving her a knowledgeable smile. “Well, if that’s the case, take it as an informal apology for what damage was caused to as collateral damage in the war. If I had known, I never would have let him hurt you.”

Rio sniffed, wiping away another tear. “Thank you Durbe, that means a lot.”

“Ah, well, yes.” He stammered, looking away as she redid the buttons on her shirt. “We should finish cleaning up the shop.” He walked from the room, returning a few minutes later with a broom and a bucket accompanied by a mop. He handed her the mop and bucket, walking back to the front of house and started to sweep around the tables.

“Humour me, Durbe.” She proclaimed, watching as he lovingly swept the store. “Why stay here? Why not go back?”

“I didn’t see a need.” He replied, focusing on his work. “And the human world fascinates me. Just little things that seem so natural to you are so foreign to me, it’s quite a wonderful thing to experience.” He turned to face her, catching her eyes with a small chuckle. “And well, moments like these don’t hurt either.”

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

happy royalshipping day bye

warning: semi nsfw also is in part with a fic i wrote earlier which i should post hmmm 

Thomas knew Yuma was angry. He kept his eyes on the road, but he spied the male fuming out of the corner of his eye every chance he got. Thomas was astounded - Yuma didn’t let up the angry facade their whole trip, and it was only as he flicked the blinker on to turn into the road harbouring his driveway that Yuma even acknowledged his existence.

“What are you doing?”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Taking you home?”

“You said I could go to yours this afternoon.” He replied, crossing his arms.

“Yes well that was before you decided to get pissed off with me and insist we leave the arcade.”

“Keep driving.” Yuma insisted as Thomas tried to stop the car. “I never said I didn’t want to go back to yours.”

“Yuma...” he trailed off, sending the car back towards his house.

“Look, I’m not pissed at you, okay?” he burst out, refusing to look at Thomas as he frowned out the window. “I’m pissed at what that man said to you.”

Thomas chuckled. “Wasn’t it you that said if someone doesn’t say what they think about a person to their face, it means they’re a coward?”

Yuma groaned. “How did I know you were going to bring that up? Sure, he’s not a coward, but neither are you! There’s no need for him to call you something so rude.”

Thomas continued chuckling, taking one hand off the wheel to mess Yuma’s hair as he squirmed underneath him. “He doesn’t care what you think, Yuma. Just as I don’t care what he thinks.”

“He should care what I think!” Yuma proclaimed, straightening up hurriedly and smacking his hands on the dashboard in front of him. “I’m the World Duel Carnival champion, not to mention a hero!”

“You also are chronically late to literally everything.” Thomas added with a smirk. “And you like to abuse my car frequently.”

“Well, sorry I’m passionate.” Yuma grumbled, slinking back into the seat as they pulled into Thomas’s driveway.

“As long as you don’t break anything, its fine.” Thomas murmured as he shut the engine off. “Now are you going to just sit there or are you going to come inside?”

Yuma perked up, throwing the seatbelt off himself and biting his lip as it hit the door of the car with a loud crack, causing Thomas to wince. “Sorry!” he insisted as he threw open the door, throwing himself out of the vehicle before shutting it behind him.

Thomas pressed his fingers to his temples in frustration until Yuma grabbed him by his elbow and dragged him towards the door. “You’re awfully impatient today, aren’t you?”

“I have something for you!” he replied, running on the spot as Thomas fetched his keys from his pocket. “And I really want to give it to you!”

Thomas raised an eyebrow as he unlocked his door, opening it for him and watching as Yuma sped inside. “Should I be worried?”

Yuma grinned, waving hello to Mihael as he waited for Thomas to remove his keys from the door. “That’s a good question! I don’t think so, but you’ll have to wait to find out!” Thomas only had time to give his brother a nod of acknowledgement as Yuma continued to drag him up the stairs and into his room, locking the door behind him.

“Yuma...” Thomas asked in confusion, only to be cut off as Yuma’s lips crashed over his hungrily. His eyes blinked in confusion as Yuma’s hands wrapped around his neck, only to chuckle softly as he melted into the kiss himself, grabbing Yuma by each thigh and hoisting him into his arms. “This is unexpected. Did the hormones get the better of you?”

“Shut up.” He murmured. “You filled in your part of the deal, so I am filling in mine.” He kissed him again, wrapping his fingers through Thomas’s hair.

Thomas smirked, dropping Yuma onto the bed and climbed on top of him, leaning close enough to feel Yuma’s chest rise and fall against his. “Not that I’m complaining, but I don’t ever remember screaming ‘I love myself’ at any point in time.”

“You didn’t need to.” Yuma murmured, grabbing at Thomas’s jacket and edging it from his body. “However, you did defend yourself against that asshole and you really don’t care what they say anymore, so it’s a start.” Yuma’s hands trailed down Thomas’s shirt, undoing his belt and throwing it to the side. “And I want to show all the kinds of satisfaction you can receive because of that.”

“Yuma.” Thomas stammered as the male struggled underneath him. “I think I like where this is going.”

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

Kamishiro bonding because what are feelings

tiny tiny bit of accidentshipping if you squint very very hard

uh this plays off the real life tournament ways where like kids that are younger dont get prize money they usually get trophies and other examples such as  that. 

“Ryouga!” Rio yelled in exasperation. “Where are you?”

“What the hell are you yelling about? I’m right here.” Ryouga grumbled sleepily, chucking her helmet at her. “Why are you even meeting Kotori at the mall so early? They don’t even open for another hour.”

“Because, Ryouga, some people actually care about their own health and need to work out to keep their body fit!” she grumbled, adjusting her tank top and giving a dignified huff. As much as she was proud of her scars, the last thing she wanted of a Saturday morning was cute boys staring at her scars and pathetic old ladies giving her sympathy as she ran past.

Ryouga placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her in shock. “Rio, you look fine, stop worrying about what idiotic boys think of you.”

“You know it’s not them I’m worried about.”

“Look.” Ryouga murmured. “If someone asks, just tell them. If they give you sympathy, tell them not to because you don’t need it. If they continue, just leave. Not that hard.”

Rio sighed, grabbing the small backpack from the bench and shoving her wallet into its contents along with her water bottle. “Are you sure you don’t mind taking me? I can just catch the subway down.”

“The subway is disgusting, Rio.” He growled, following her to the garage and starting his motorcycle, gesturing for her to get on behind him. “Speaking of which, how are you planning on getting home? I won’t be able to pick you up.”

“Why not?” she pouted, wrapping her arms around his waist as he set off.

“Yuma insisted I go to some carnival or something with him today, that’s why I had to get up early as well.”

“Is Shingetsu going as well?” she asked cautiously, watching carefully for her brother’s reaction.

Ryouga frowned. “I’m... not sure.” He kept his eyes on the road, and despite his eyes being hidden by his glasses – that she insisted he wear whenever driving – the sudden tensing of his muscles in his back and shoulders told her of his enormous jealously.

She shook her head at her brother, as he raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re a dummy, you know that?”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, spotting Kotori and pulling up next to her. He flicked his glasses from his eyes, giving Kotori a quick nod as Rio disentangled herself, grabbing her backpack and giving Ryouga a swift kiss on the cheek goodbye. “How are you getting home Kotori?”

“Oh, mum’s taking me.” She replied, sweeping her hair from her eyes. “We can take Rio home, if that’s what you were going to ask. Yuma’s very excitable when it comes to carnivals, let alone carnivals that involve duelling.”

“I can handle it.” He droned. “Rio, remember what I told you, okay? I got to go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Have funnn!” she laughed as he sneered, flicking his visor down and steering away from the sidewalk.

“I feel a little sorry for him, to be honest.” Kotori spoke once he was out of earshot. “I wasn’t joking when I said Yuma is really excited for this. He hasn’t shut up about it for three days straight.”

Rio laughed, walking alongside her friend on the outskirts of the CBD, carefully eyeing every shop they walked past. “Ryouga won’t admit it but I know he’s excited also.”

Kotori smiled genuinely. “You look very pretty today, by the way, Rio.”

Rio felt a tiny blush cross her cheeks, but she ignored it. “Thank you Kotori! You do as well.” She grinned, stopping as a flash of gold caught her eye. “What’s that?”

Kotori followed her line of sight, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a pawn shop. Why?”

Rio frowned, walking closer until the object that caught her eye became clearer through the murky window. She ran a hand over the glass pane, her eyebrows furrowing. “That can’t be...”

Before Kotori had a chance to react, Rio had dashed into the store in a reckless attempt to see if her eyes were simply playing tricks on her or not. But as she pulled the gold trophy from its position on the wall, she felt small tears threaten to pool at her eyes as the cold metal collided with her skin.

“What is it Rio?” Kotori questioned carefully as she closed the door behind her.

“I thought this looked awfully familiar.” Rio whispered, turning the trophy over her hands until the name plate was facing towards her. The plate was covered in writing; U12s Asia Duelling Champion covered the majority of the plate, but it was the small name engraved underneath elegantly that struck Rio so hard.

“Ryouga Kamishiro.” Kotori read aloud the words that Rio had been stuck on. “No way, Ryouga as in Shark?”

“It has to be, it’s the exact same as the one that was stolen.” She whispered.

“Stolen?” Kotori whispered in disbelief. “I didn’t know you were robbed.” She murmured apologetically, biting her lip as Rio waved her off.

“Just after I was admitted to hospital, someone broke into our apartment and stole all of Ryouga’s trophies and awards for duelling. I always assumed that someone had stolen them as a way of rubbing into Ryouga’s face what happened during the nationals, but now I think I’m starting to question it.” She looked up, carrying the trophy to the counter. “Do you know who this is on loan from?” she demanded to the woman behind the cashier, who jumped slightly, not expecting her harsh and difficult tone.

“Just let me check, m’dear.” The woman replied as she got her senses together, typing at the computer efficiently until she got the answers Rio seeked. “Uh, that was loaned from the young male whose name was written on it, along with about fifteen others for a medical bill for a family member.” She smiled warmly. “You look shocked, is something wrong?”

Rio gritted her teeth. “That little piece of shit.” She fumed to herself, ignoring Kotori’s reassuring hand on her shoulder. “How much will it cost to get them all back?”

“Uh..” she thought aloud as she clicked through another few sets of links. “For all sixteen it would be approximately $900. I’ll give them to you for $850 though if you pay by cash.”

“Where the hell would a fourteen year old be able to get $850 cash!” Kotori yelled in anger from behind Rio. “That’s ridiculous!”

“Well, seeing as we loaned him $1500 for them, it’s a pretty good deal.” The woman replied. “Look, I’m a reasonable person. If you need time to get the money I can take them off the shelves so other people don’t try to buy them whilst you’re gone.”

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Rio replied fiercely. “I’ll be taking them all now thank you. I just have to make a quick call.”

“Who are you calling?” Kotori asked curiously as Rio held the phone to her ear impatiently.

“I have someone who owes me a favour, and I was hoping to cash it in.” She replied, tapping her foot as she waited for the other end to connect.

“Who owes you a favour so large that they’ll give you $850 cash?” Kotori replied incredulously.

Rio chuckled as the line finally connected. “Well, if he didn’t set me on fire, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

-

“Seven-fifty, eight, eight-fifty... there.” The male said, stacking the bills together and handing them to her, giving a small smile as she took it and placed it in her backpack. “Although I am curious as to why you need so much money in cash so fast. Does Ryouga know you’re running a drug company?”

“Shut up Thomas, I’m not a drug dealer.” She snorted. “It’s actually for the idiot, so I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “How is Ryouga, by the way? What trouble has he gotten into this time?”

Rio laughed. “Shenanigans with Yuma, primarily. He’s actually regularly attending school again and his grades are back to where they used to be. He’s smiling again.”

Thomas smiled softly. “That’s really good to hear.”

“It is.” She sighed. “But, the little shit told me ages ago that we were robbed while I was...” he gulped and she shook her head in warning. “...out of commission; but I’m just casually walking past this pawn shop with Kotori earlier this morning and out of no-where, every single one of the trophies that were ‘stolen’!”

“So he lied to you.” He summarized. “To stop you from worrying any more than you already were.”

“Ahh, don’t make me feel worse for being angry.” She pouted, crossing her arms. “It’s not really that, it’s more of a why sell them for much less than they deserve? He was so proud of them, and just threw them all away, for a little bit of money.”

“Rio, just a question, but you do realize that when one is admitted to hospital, you have to pay a lot of fees to keep them in there; like we’re talking a lot of money, much more than a thirteen year old boy could pull out of thin air.” He questioned, leaning against the car he had arrived in. “he would have had to have sold a lot of his personal belongings to keep out of the red; you guys even downsized your apartment as far as I remember, correct?”

Rio bit her lip. “I feel really naive the more I think about it. And really guilty.”

Thomas placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a quiet chuckle. “Please Rio, don’t be daft. If anyone should feel guilty, it’s me. So, your favour isn’t used up just yet. Consider this charity for Ryouga.” He winked, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Can you imagine what he would say if he heard that you were giving him charity? Do you want a date with him or something?” She replied, placing a hand on her hip.

“Now, now, let’s not be sarcastic.” He chuckled. “Although I’d be more than happy to extend the offer to you if you so desired.”

“I’ll pass, last time you didn’t really sell me on the idea.” She replied sarcastically.

They both chuckled, and he spied the time on his dashboard. “Unfortunately, I must bid farewell. Mihael must be having a fit wondering where I am. Are you sure you’re okay now?”

“I’m better than I’ve felt in a long time.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant.”

He flashed her a smile before hopping into his car and starting the engine. He waved a quick goodbye before speeding out of sight.

She flashed a smile in Kotori’s direction, who was sitting patiently on a park bench behind her. Walking over, she fished the money from her backpack and ran her fingers through it.

“Do I even want to know where he managed to pull $850 from?” she questioned.

Rio shrugged. “I didn’t ask.” She paused, frowning. “You didn’t have to wait here, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Kotori blushed. “And I know he’s like a changed man and all that but” she blushed even deeper, avoiding Rio’s eyes. “He still kind of scares me.”

“You’re not the only one.” She murmured, before bursting into laughter. “I just realized, how are we going to get sixteen trophies back to my place?”

-

“Sharrkkkk!” Yuma whined as he pulled his d-gazer from his head. “Stop letting me win!”

“I’m not letting you win, Yuma.” He groaned, pulling his own d-gazer from over his eye, raising an eyebrow at his brash accusation.

“Astral told me you were.”

“Astral doesn’t know everything.”

“Let me see your face down card.”

“No.”

“Shark!”

“Fine!” he groaned, pulling the card out of the slot and throwing it at him. Yuma’s eyes scanned the card, frowning as his eyebrows furrowed.

“You could have won with this!” he cried angrily.

“So?” Ryouga replied, snatching the card from his grasp.

“You did let me win then!”

“Winning isn’t everything, Yuma.”

Yuma pouted. “Re-match.” He demanded, holding out his arm as Shark dropped into the couch in exasperation.

“Pouting doesn’t work on me Yuma.” He murmured, lolling his head against the top of the chair. He loved duelling, but Yuma’s ecstatic appeal for wanting to duel 24/7 was starting to get to him.

“Actually, hold that thought.” Yuma said hurriedly. “Where’s your bathroom?”

Ryouga sighed. “Down the hall to the left.”

Yuma dashed from the room, leaving Ryouga to final peace. At least, he thought so.

“Hey Shark!” Yuma called from the hallway. “You never told me you had all these trophies!” he called, excitement drowning out his prior needs.

Ryouga sat up much quicker than he thought was possible. “What did you say?”

Yuma’s head popped around the corner. “All these trophies! They’re pretty sweet! Have you been hiding them or something? Why would you not want to flaunt these around?”

Ryouga followed the voice of his friend until he peered around the corner, not believing his eyes. No words came to him, his jaw hanging as wide open as his body would allow in the position he was in.

“You okay, Shark?” Yuma questioned, raising an eyebrow. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen them before.”

Ryouga opened his mouth to speak only to shut it in favour of  forcing his legs to move towards the cabinet to see if they were actually real and his eyes were not playing tricks on him. His hands collided with the cool golden metal and he actually flinched, unable to believe what was in front of his eyes.

“I’m not seeing things.” He murmured, keeping his voice low. “They’re all really here. But how?”

“What do you mean, Ryouga?” Yuma asked, scaring Ryouga by referring to him by his actual name.

“Yes, Ryouga, please explain.” A voice called, causing the two males to turn in confusion, watching as Rio held her hips, a frown plastered on her face.

“Rio...” Ryouga murmured in shock.

“Yuma,” Kotori called from behind the girl who looked close to exploding from anger. “We should go. Do you want to have a duel? I’m sure we could find someone.” She grinned, taking his hand and yanking him away before he had a chance to protest.

The door slammed behind them, bringing Ryouga’s attention back to his current situation. Rio walked forward, her breath coming short and raspy as she tried to keep her anger under control.

“Rio...” he started, unsure of what to say.

“I can’t believe you!” she yelled, pushing at her brother’s shoulders angrily. “How dare you lie to me!” Ryouga opened his mouth, but she pushed her finger over his mouth, preventing him from speaking. “Do you understand just how worried I was? It was hard enough for me to be in hospital injured and being forced to leave you to live out there all on your own, at thirteen no less! And then there was the incident at Nationals, and then the robbery! Can you understand how long it took me to recover because I was so busy worrying about you it put more stress on my body that I was able to contain!” she huffed angrily. “So imagine how pissed off I was this morning when I walked past a pawn shop in town with Kotori, and every. Single. Trophy. Is there!” she pushed at his shoulders again, tears starting to stream from her eyes in frustration. “Explain yourself!”

“How did you pay for these?” Ryouga murmured, picking up one of the trophies and passing it between his hands. “This cost at least $850.”

“I cashed in my favour.”

Ryouga closed his eyes, sighing. He hadn’t liked the idea of giving Rio a ‘favour’ from IV – Thomas, he corrects himself – but he had no say in the matter. In the end, it was her choice and it was what she had bargained, and even though he still was not on speaking terms with the male, Rio had become good friends with him. But to cash in her favour for such a reason?

“Why would you waste your favour on something like this?”

“Waste?” she repeated, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “You think this is a waste? You sold every single one of your trophies that you worked so hard to achieve! And for what, to pay for my medical bill! Do you understand how that makes me feel? You loved all of those like they were a part of you, and you just threw them away, all for me!”

Ryouga bit his lips for a second, placing the trophy back on the bench. He released his sigh, shaking his head as he embraced his sister. Pulling her close, he started chuckling and sobbing at the same time.

“Rio, Rio, don’t you understand? You’re so much more important to me than some dumb pieces of metal.”

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

been on a kick for writing Mizael lately, failed attempt at a character study. 

heavy spoilers for 96 and positive/negativeshipping depending on how you look at it galaxymaster if you squint

the thing that Mizael hated most about Vector was his sense of humour.

The thing that Mizael hated most about Vector was his sense of humour. The way he cackled and revelled in one another’s suffering; it was so simpleton that it made Mizael feel physically sick. He would walk over anything and everything he pleased to get what he wanted – feelings and emotions were just ‘collateral damage’; worth breaking in the grand scheme of things.

He was sure it was simply an adverse affect to surviving in the human world for so long, but he had grown to actually care for his comrades Gilag and Alit. Something about the human body and how it operated somewhat clouded his judgement, as he was well aware it had for the other two as well. It detested him to no end.

Therefore, it riled Mizael more when he realized that it was indeed Vector who had sneaked his way into the human world without the permission from Durbe. It irked him even more that he had somehow managed to make this certain clone of himself; and at the same time, it was not him at all.

He had seen him around town with the Tsukumo boy. It was the first of many times he had spotted him whilst keeping an eye out for the other Galaxy Eyes master. He had confined these events with Durbe upon his return to the Barian world with Alit, but was only met with resistance from the leader.

He was disgusted that he was allowed to act in such a way. To smile before someone, whilst plotting behind their back in such a devilish way? Mizael almost felt sorry for the Tsukumo boy.

Another painful reminder of how long he had spent in the human world; he’d learnt to empathize.

After duelling the boy, Mizael learnt what kind of human he really was – so desperate to see the good in everyone, it made him disgusted. Especially so after realizing how easily he had been played by Vector.

Shingetsu, huh?

What a pathetic name, to match a pathetic duellist. Mizael took pride in the ideology of if you didn’t like someone, to take it up with them face to face and resolve it as soon as possible. He hated this waiting around, this trickery; it made him physically ill.

What made him feel the worst of it all, and he couldn’t even believe he let himself think the way he did, and yet the disgusting empathy continued to spurt from him like a disease he could not control.

In his many spyings on the Galaxy Eyes master Kaito, he overheard many discussions regarding Kaito and the Tsukumo boy; some about the barians, others about the younger child known as Haruto, and some about Shingetsu. The way Yuma talked about him with such a bright, eccentric smile, and the way Kaito almost looked sickened at the affection but said nothing nonetheless, it was clear what had happened to the boy after spending so much time around his ‘friend’.

He hated it. The irrational, human part of him had begun to take over, the urge to scream out that he was not all he seemed and that he was only out to break him down in the worst way possible. He held his tongue; as he could never reveal himself to be eavesdropping on them; should Kaito find him in the vicinity of Heartland Tower, so close to the Haruto child - well there would be hell to pay.

“Hehehehello Mizael~” a chilling voice called from behind the male, causing him to jump and latch onto the frame to stop himself from falling. “Isn’t it a bit late to be stealing glances at your lovebird?”

He took in the bright orange hair and playful eyes, but did not fall for it for a second.

“You disgust me, Vector.”

“Whatever do you mean? I am Rei Shingetsu, friend of Yuma Tsukumo.”

“Cut the shit, Vector.” He spat. “You’ve never once wavered from your plans, have you?”

Rei laughed. “You’re quite perceptive, Mizael.” He dropped into the ledge, swinging his feet almost giddily over the edge. “But you are wrong. I did waver from my plan. Only once, but I still did. I never thought of actually disguising myself and coming here, but when I saw the way that ‘Yuma-kun’ ranted and raved constantly about bonds and friendship during their duel with me, then I changed my plan, and here we are ~.” He slapped his human hands into his lap. “Look how intelligent I am, Mizael! I found out Yuma’s weak point, something the rest of you couldn’t even come close to! Although, I do commend you for coming the closest, but still, hehe~ and my plan isn’t ever half finished!”

“Of course we saw that the friendship Yuma had with his friends was a weak point, you simpleton.” Mizael uttered defensively. “Alit felt the connection first hand! He was ready to defect just to stay with him!”

“Alit was soft.”

“Don’t you dare!” Mizael cried, clenching his fist in order to stop himself from sending the man’s head through the newly reconstructed wall.

“Oho, Mizael, it seems you’ve spent too much time in the human world!” Rei cackled. “You’ve become soft, just like them! Who would have thought, the Barian Knight would fall to something as pathetic as human sentiments!”

“Was it necessary to make him fall in love with you?” Mizael spat. “Don’t you think that that might be a bit excessive?”

Rei raised an eyebrow. “What is this ‘love’ you speak of?” he questioned curiously. Mizael froze in shock. Could he really not know?

“So you’ve done it without even realising...” he murmured to himself, catching sight of the young child in the window, trying to explain something to Kaito.

“Done what?” he questioned. “Is this love thing another human thing??? Oho, this makes everything even more fun!” Rei grinned. “Ahh, I have more adjustments to make~! Goodbye, Mizael~” he laughed, smashing the window behind them and disappearing into a readily made portal. Mizael froze, his eyes connecting with the Galaxy Eyes master, whose eyes bugged at the sight of the male.

“Mizael!” Kaito growled, discarding Yuma and running towards the suspended window with his robot by his side. Mizael jumped, silently cursing Vector as a portal appeared beside him, taking him from harm’s way mere seconds before Kaito could wrap his fingers around his neck.

Mizael really hated Vector’s sense of humour. 

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

I'm (trying) to do a fic challenge thing with lyrics as inspiration and whatnot and he we are. 

Pairing: Royalshipping (IV/Thomas Arclight x Yuma Tsukumo)

lyric: Here’s something to remember: I wish that you were here by my side.

Thomas does his best to try and make amends, but he's no good with words.

His hands clicked along the keyboard almost nervously, writing and erasing endless streams of various nonsense he knew neither the champion or himself would even care about. He started off awfully formally; how is Heartland City? Thank you for what you did; Mihael misses you; again and again he continued to edit and pick apart the piece. What was he even writing to Yuma for? They really had no more reason to talk, and Thomas was never the one for idle “chit chat”. But still he sat over the desk, writing and deleting every message he could think of.

“Thomas.” He recognised the voice, but did nothing to acknowledge it. “Are you still writing to Yuma?”

“Attempting to.” Thomas replied in disdain, clicking the ‘delete’ button in frustration.

“Come on Thomas, it’s been three hours. How hard is it to send an email?” Mihael grinned, dropping into the chair next to him.

“Apparently its harder than I realized to apologize. And especially not in person.” He spoke through gritted teeth, typing out a sentence and frowning as he reread it.

“That sounds like a good start though.” Mihael prompted, leaning over and typing a few more words in replace of words he had already wrote. “You sound way too formal though. Don’t you just want to see him in person again?”

Thomas bit his lip cautiously. “Yeah, something like that.”

Mihael brightened. “Well, you don’t need to be nearly so formal! All you need to say is what you want to. What do you want to say?”

Thomas rolled his head back, letting it collide with the soft padding of the back of the chair. His eyes fluttered closed as he ran his fingers through his thick, wild hair. “I got nothing, Mihael. How the hell do you casually say “I’m sorry for being an ass and nearly destroying everyone around you and calling you a twerp and can we meet up again so I can say these things properly because something about your idiot face has been keeping me up at night?” Thomas huffed, sliding further into the seat in frustration.

Mihael smiled, taking the computer and sliding it in front of him. He clicked his fingers quickly and effortlessly before spinning it back to face his brother.

Dear Yuma,

I’ve had some time to think, and there are unresolved issues that I’d like to resolve with you regarding actions that I took during the World Duel Carnival. I’m aware you’re rather busy with school and commitments to the Duel circuit, but I was just wondering if it would be alright if we could meet up at some point. Whenever you are free is acceptable with me.

“Is that something like what you were trying to get at?” Mihael replied, giving a small smile as he nodded.

“You sure have a way with words.” Thomas murmured, taking the computer back and staring at the words.

“Well, its formal, but not too formal, you know? All you have to do is say something like ‘sincerely’, and then sign your name. I’d think try going with IV seeing as he won’t know you as Thomas Arclight, but I guess he would have guessed as much knowing that Chris and father both have the last name. So it’s really up to you.” He smiled, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

Thomas gulped, turning back to the computer.

Sincerely, 

Thomas Arclight (formerly known as IV)

“Good compromise.” Mihael joked, earning a small chuckle. “Now all you have to do is send, then you’ve done your part. Yuma is awfully busy from what I’ve seen on TV, so don’t get too upset when he doesn’t reply immediately.”

“whatever.” Thomas replied with a snark, frustrated by his own dependence on his brother and his willingness to mock him in such a state. Mihael got to his feet, giving a quick farewell before leaving the room and Thomas to his sardonic thoughts. He typed one more sentence, giving a laugh to himself in pity.

I want to stand by your side.

Thomas deleted the sentence quickly, hitting the send button and waited for the little ‘ding!’ of confirmation that the email had been sent. He leant back in the chair, glad that he had erased that last sentence. He knew the context of what he wanted, but he was sure that Yuma would not; and to be frank, the last thing he needed in his life is more involvement in the Barian vs. Astral conflict threatening to tear apart the human world.

He sighed joyfully as he heard the notification he was waiting for, sinking further into the seat as he shut the lid of the laptop. Before he could even allow himself a minute to wallow in his self-pity, his brother was back by his side, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Thomas, I think you need to come see this. Something’s happened to Yuma.”

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

companion to a fic i wrote a bit ago

tw: death, Tw: blood

Rio takes anger in that he died in vain.

It wasn't his fault, eyewitnesses were saying. A truck pulled out in front of him and he had to swerve to avoid being killed. Rio grumbles to herself that it didn’t fucking matter, because the outcome ended up the same in the end. Kotori holds her and she lets her because she honestly doesn’t know what to do. Seeing the bloodied corpse of Thomas all those years ago was one thing, but to see the battered and destroyed body of her brother, her twin; it was all too much to handle. No tears flowed, but the small whimpers Kotori made suggested that she was gripping into her skin far too hard.

"He only died not too long ago." she hears from an emergency officer, and she just has the courage to ask how he died.

"He actually survived the crash and the fall from the cliff, miraculously. However, he appears to have drowned in his own blood, probably from extensive internal bleeding in his lungs."

It's only at this point where she realizes she is in fact crying, and the tears pass down her face as she wipes them away viciously. She kneels next to her twin, gripping at his blood soaked shirt. "why didn’t you hold on for just a little bit longer!" she screamed, pulling his shirt into her face, tears mixing with the blood with a stench that was threatening to make her sick. "You always pull through, why did you give up this time!"

She feels herself being pulled from his body, and she struggles, but its waning. Five years was not enough to get over Thomas's suicide, but now she had no brother anymore. No family.

She lets Kotori drag her away, and now her brother's blood is drenched through her hands and cuffs of her clothing, but it doesn’t matter to her any more. The words keep echoing through her skull. No family. She finally raises her eyes, and they're met with another pair of ruby eyes from near Kotori's side. They're full of sorrow too, and she realizes that she's not the only one that's lost someone today.

Yuma lost this best friend. The second one to die within a matter of months. Kaito finally gave out from his disease, only to have this happen mere months later. She fell into Kotori's arms, not wanting to fight any longer.

At least a small part of her knew she was not alone.

[littlefreakyfanfiction]

not much to say about this one apart from challengeshipping dokis

but yeah ~

no tws expect fluff holy shit guys i did it i wrote non smut

“I can’t believe you are still wangsting about this.” Kaito murmured in disgust as he plonked onto the bed next to Ryouga. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

Ryouga rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you understand just how stupid love is. Or how it makes you feel.” He flopped onto his back, lying across the bed and running his hands down his face.

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, actually.” Kaito murmured in frustration, leaning on his hands behind him.

Ryouga raised an eyebrow as Kaito flopped next to him, albeit much more gracefully than him, but he placed his pride to the side in favour of his curiosity. “The dangerous numbers hunter Kaito actually has feelings???? What?”

“Shut up Ryouga.” Kaito growled. “Remind me why I even spend my limited time with you when I could be doing much more productive things?”

Ryouga chuckled at his friend’s misery. “Because you love me, and you owe me for stealing my soul.”

“I told you to stop using that against me, because I refuse to apologise for my actions.” He replied sternly, frowning. “I didn’t think you were the type to hold grudges; but now that I think about it, you are completely the type to hold grudges. Makes me interested as to why you forgave me so easily.”

Ryouga placed his hands behind his head joyfully, revelling in Kaito’s confusion. “Well, I guess you could say we were fire forged enemies, there really wasn’t that much we could do at the time but force ourselves to be friends.”

“You act like we simply couldn’t have gone our separate ways after.”

“You did, if I remember correctly.”

“I came back.”

“That you did.” Ryouga gave a small smile. “Worst mistake of your life, I assume?”

Kaito managed to crack a smile. “Well, worst mistake of my love life, that’s for sure.”

“What love life?” Ryouga replied too fast for his aloof nature to cover for. “Who’s little Kaito pining over?”

“I’m not pining over anyone, for I’m not pathetic enough to ever pine over someone, unlike yourself.” Kaito huffed, resting his feet on Ryouga’s desk chair next to his bed. “It doesn’t mean I’ve never felt the sting.”

“Are you feeling it now?” he asked curiously, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see the man’s face.

“Awfully curious about my love life, aren’t we?” Kaito quipped. “I guess so, yes.”

“It’s interesting, for a second there I thought you weren’t actually capable of loving anyone that isn’t your brother.” Ryouga smiled. “Have you told them you loved them?”

“Not to their face.”

“And I’m the pathetic one?”

“Have you?”

Ryouga laughed. “I don’t need to answer that, you already think I’m pathetic either way.”

“So, no.”

“Not to their face, anyway. At least I have an excuse! What’s yours, lover boy?”

Kaito stared at the ceiling for a long time, unsure of what to say. “Your excuse is pathetic.”

“You seem to like that word.”

“I don’t have an excuse. I just... don’t want to. It’s not necessary, and it would just make things... tricky.” Kaito frowned. “The last thing I need psychologically is Yuma complaining about being a third wheel every second of the day.”

Ryouga raised an eyebrow. If it involved Yuma complaining about being a third wheel, it meant that there was a good chance he knew who it was. Who would have caught Kaito’s affections? He looked like he despised everything that had the unfortunate habit of breathing. Maybe it was Yuma’s best friend Kotori? Rio did say she was rather pretty. Or maybe...

“It’s not Rio, is it?” Ryouga spat angrily.

Kaito gave a very soft chuckle. “Trust me Ryouga; I would have much preferred Rio.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” Ryouga knew that Kaito was very well aware of his displeasure regarding anyone dating his twin sister, and he thought that the prospect of pissing Ryouga off would be too tempting for Kaito to pass up. “What’s wrong with Rio? Isn’t she good enough for the illustrious Kaito?”

Kaito raised an eyebrow, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “Do you understand how conflicted you are right now, Ryouga? One side of you wants to beat up anyone who even thinks about being with your sister, and the other gets crudely insulted when someone says they don’t. Is it some sort of hidden insult you’ve misinterpreted into me saying because she’s your twin and therefore you, in a sense?” Kaito took Ryouga’s huff as a statement of his correctness. “Or do you just love beating people up?”

Ryouga shrugged. “Apparently you’re the therapist; you tell me.”

Kaito crossed his legs daintily, rolling his head to the side as he cracked his neck. “I know, Ryouga. You should just spit it out already.”

“What are you jabbering on about, Kaito?” Ryouga sat up in shock, looking at the male still lounged gracefully on his bed.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Kaito continued, opening one eye to peer at him. “Or clueless? Because I assure you, I am not Yuma and I see straight through you.”

Ryouga became slightly nervous at Kaito’s threatening tone. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I don’t see how you could see straight through me with only one eye open, and not even very open at that.”

“Are you trying to call a bluff, Ryouga?” he murmured, sitting up. “Because I assure you, there’s no bluff here to call. I know who you’re wangsting about.”

“oh.” Ryouga couldn’t force any other words from his mouth. He’d been caught. “Kaito, I’m...”

Kaito held up his hand to interrupt him. “See, the funny thing about Rio is, everyone says she’s just like you. Understandable, as personalities of twins can be generally of a similar stature. But once I met her, I found it a bit bizarre just how much like you she is. However, there is one thing she lacks that separates the two of you. Unfortunately, it’s probably the only physical thing that would technically matter in the current situation.” He gave a short, self-mocking laugh. “I actually conversed with Chris about this. A part of me found it amusing when he suggested that I try and fall for her to combat this apparent fixation I had with you. Maybe it’s just a subconscious attempt to repent or maybe it’s something else, I don’t know. And honestly, I don’t really give two shits. It’s nothing worth mulling about.”

“I’m nothing worth mulling about, huh.” Ryouga murmured to himself, before snapping his head up. “Wait.”

“Yes you idiot.” Kaito rolled his eyes. “Your dumb feelings are reciprocated.”

Ryouga sat there, unsure of what to say. “Oh uh, that’s cool.”

Kaito laughed, shaking his head. “Imbecile.”

“Hey!” Ryouga frowned angrily. “Now what do we do? You’re the adult here; you should have had experience in this sector.”

Kaito shook his head. “Just because I’m older it doesn’t mean I’m any more reversed in this area.” He replied. “And before you ask, no I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to just ‘have sex’ or whatever you’re thinking.” Ryouga frowned, proving Kaito right. He closed his eyes, giving a small huff as he eyed the man’s hand off, quickly grabbing it with his and giving it a small squeeze before letting it go.

“Kaito.” Ryouga whispered, grabbing his hand back, lacing his fingers in his. “Are you telling Yuma he’s going to be a third wheel, or do I have to?”