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[ Kouji Minamoto ] [ 18 ] { Warrior of Light }

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*covers up real feelings with aggressive sarcasm*

[spaacemusings]

                                  they forced poison under your skin                               and your veins started glowing with starlight

                                     they left bruises on your heart                                           yet it still kept beating

                                    they dragged you into the darkness                                          and you came out shining

[flutterscotch]

me: (whispering) i really like you and want to kiss you lots them: huh? me: i said you suck

[constant-nxthing]

You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first — bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you — Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.

My thoughts before I go to sleep. (via swxrn-in)

[littleshatteredlight]

If there was anything Kouji was thankful for, it was that whoever thought up this stupid fucking bullshit place added a text-to-speech function to this new phone. It couldn’t have been his — the shape and size were different. That didn’t matter, though. The words of this mysterious person echoed in his mind. Rules and new homes and other things he didn’t understand.

“Bullshit...” he muttered, pushing himself into a standing position. Something swung against his leg, attached from his wrist, he assumed. Feeling over it, he grumbled, scrunching his nose.

At least they gave him his cane.

[littleshatteredlight]

Ever the Same

[thekaiserreborn]

Kiyoshi had memories that weren’t his. They weren’t nice memories, for the most part. The earlier ones had a brother, but then he disappeared. Most of them had pain. People torturing him. Him torturing creatures from another world, except for his own.

But then there was Kouji. The one he loved. The one he’d killed, and then, he’d killed himself. He didn’t understand why he hurt Kouji so much. It was like he couldn’t control himself. He’d been hurt, abused, that much he knew. But then he was also hurter, abuser.

They’d died too soon, this other he and Kouji.

But right then, that shouldn’t have mattered. His first year of high school was beginning. He should focus on himself, Kiyoshi, not this–this Ken. The other had called him Ken, when he wasn’t being called Kaiser.

Of course, then he saw him.

Kouji.

He could hardly pay attention when they called his name, along with one Sasaki Akira’s. He stepped forward anyways, even as the blood rushed through his ears and something in his heart leaped hungrily at another chance.

[littleshatteredlight]

It felt like time slowed for a moment, hearing his name announced and seeing Ken step forward — but he wasn’t “Ken,” was he? He was...Kiyoshi, if he’d heard right. The last name eluded his attention. He could feel Aya, his girlfriend, nudging him, so he quickly descended the stairs and waved towards the younger.

Names continued to be called and he beckoned Kiyoshi over to the stairway, hoping he could cover up his mistake of not listening by using a formal introduction.

“...hey. I’m Sasaki Akira, from Class 3-B. I guess you’re stuck with me for a week?” His smile was somewhat forced, because he had come to school today hoping he’d luck out and not have to escort some first year around. Hopefully Kiyoshi didn’t call him out on it.

[littleshatteredlight]

Ever the Same

@thekaiserreborn

Ever since he was little, he dreamed. Every night, for years, as he lay to sleep next to his brother, he dreamed of a life long past, one that he wasn’t even sure had truly been his. It was horrible, it was sad and it was lonely.

Well...only a little bit. For a while, there had been friends, people who gathered around him and made him laugh and smile — and for some time after that, there had been Ken. He knew that name before he knew his own. Ken, Ken, Ken. That name was always in the back of his mind.

And now, watching from the second floor as the new freshman had their orientation, tears slipped down his cheeks. He may have only seen the vague, childhood pictures in his dreams, but he’d know that face anywhere.

He both honestly hoped for and truly dreaded the chance that he’d be partnered with Ken for the Senpai-Kouhai week; an event where a third or fourth year stuck with a first year and showed them the ropes for a week.

[littleshatteredlight]

*upon conception of a new, horrible, au*

Sasate: perfect.

this is perfect.

Sparrow: Holy fuck

What have we done

Sasate: we're assholes

Sparrow: Speak for yourself I am a Good Person

Sasate: mmmm why u always lyin

[atelier-aria]

[Digimon Illustration] Part 1: of a commission for @book-obsessedtomboy ! Digimon boyfriends Ken and Kouji, being cute together~

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[thekaiserreborn]

Hard Lessons

@littleshatteredlight

“Papa?”

“What is it?” He was grading, and his voice was distracted. When he glanced up and took in Minaki’s face, however, he put the pen down immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do…”

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[littleshatteredlight]

“What he did doesn’t deserve forgiveness. He’s right about that.”

He’d gone out earlier with his fellow Warriors, a meetup they had where they could laugh and talk and catch up together. Every time, they met up at the cemetery and told Junpei they missed him, because it wasn’t often that all five of them could get together at the same time. 

They kept in close contact, but Takuya was engaged and planning his wedding on top of working as a metal welder, and Tomoki was taking care of his niece now that his brother had disappeared, so getting together was sometimes a feat. Izumi was the one Kouji and Kouichi saw the most.

“That was a long time ago, when we were still fighting, when the Warriors and I were still young and just getting along in our lives. He’s right, though. The context doesn’t matter. I just want you to know it was a long time ago.”

Carefully descending the staircase until he could sit a few steps above them, he slowly reached out, fingers brushing against Minaki’s hair for a second before he was able to set his hand on her shoulder.

“Understand that it’s never a good thing, and that it’s important to get someone help, even if it’s only a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. What matters is your friend’s safety and happiness. Going through this can be hard, especially when it’s someone you know, love and trust.”

He pulls back, shifting about before he can touch Ken’s shoulder, and lean forward to catch the other’s cheek with a kiss.

“And you--you need to understand one thing. I forgive you.”

[littleshatteredlight]

[college au] "Who did it." His voice was flat with fury, before he realized what he'd just asked of Kouji. "Don't try to answer. Just--just stay calm, okay? I'm getting you to the hospital. You're not fucking refusing, you need help." There was now a tinge of hysteria in his tone, as he took Kouji by the hand and squeezed it. "Please just--you'll be okay," he whispered.

You find my character with their lips having been literally SEWN TOGETHER in a clearly amateur way! What do your character do?

The way his lips pressed forcefully together made him want to vomit. He had no control, again, and he hated it. He hated that he had to wait for Ken to come back to his base, like a dog awaiting its owner, and he tried not to cry.

When he felt Ken’s hand, he grabbed onto it with all he could muster. The words were just noise, comforting in their presence alone, and the feel of Ken’s skin was even better. He’d be okay, of course he would. He would heal in no time, and then Ken could have his revenge. 

For now, though, he needed his boyfriend, not the Digimon Kaiser.

[angsty-askboxmemes]

You find my character with their lips having been literally SEWN TOGETHER in a clearly amateur way! What do your character do?

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[thekaiserreborn]

No Late Work Allowed

The next semester had begun, and Ken was asked to teach the beginning German class again. This time, it was large enough to require a TA, and who better for the job than Kouji?

It was the second week of class, and the first assignment was due at the start of the session. At the end, however, as everyone was filing out, a lone student came to the front.

“Um, excuse me, Professor, I came in late and didn’t want to interrupt to give you my homework–”

“What did I say the policy was?”

“On time only, but–”

“Yes. And this is late. Minamoto, you took this class; care to tell him where he can put his assignment?”

The answer was, of course, in the trash can; said trash can had moved positions since last semester, but the garbage was where the assignment was going, regardless of location.

[littleshatteredlight]

Let’s face it: it was an easy credit, and Kouji wasn’t going to pass it up. It wasn’t as if he and Ken weren’t already close, plus it would be nice to not be the target of his bitching. All in all, a nice gig.

The problem? Ken had done a tiny bit of redecorating since the last semester, and Kouji nearly beat him to death for it. The first infraction had been moving around the furniture in his office, and that had left Kouji with a nice large bruise for a bit.

“Sie haben sicher einen Stock in den Arsch heute, nicht wahr?” he mused, cracking his knuckle before he lowered his book and gestured to his right, where the trash can had previously been -- directly between him and Ken’s office door.

Unfortunately, it was not there, and instead, the blind guy was left gesturing to thin fucking air.

[littleshatteredlight]

“Not so friendly reminder that Ichijouji’s a piece of shit.”

[littleshatteredlight]

@thekaiserreborn

I’VE MADE A CHOICE WITH NO REGRETS

[littleshatteredlight]

Sasate: i'm sorry

sorta

Sparrow: no you're not

Sasate: no, i'm really not

[littleshatteredlight]

and then they sexed bye