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willcwswept‌:

                 “I see. You have my thanks.” Gloved palm pressed into his chest, the butler bowed graciously to the stranger nestled in the bramble. A mysterious smirk creviced one cheek at the mental image of his master paying witness to such a sight; however, this was not the time for to quip, even to himself. The instant his gaze lowered in a nod, his eyes widened at the sight they held before them. Under the waning sunlight, he caught a glimpse of the boy’s sunken form, the tattered rags that had been carelessly fitted around him, the grime that stuck to his skin matted with sweat, the twisted figure shrinking back into the shadows out of…fear? A gasp parted his lips. The butler approached him with an inquisitive step.

“Dear me, young man. Are you all right? Is something the matter? Why are you on the ground like so?” Eyebrows arched as he spoke, voice tranquil. He had no intention of hurting the boy. Far from it; he intended to do the opposite. He wanted to help him.

     ❝ Y-you’re welcome sir. ❞ 

    he managed to get out as the man seemed finish with his question & seemingly ready to leave him alone once again ( as if he were expecting any different ). however what he wasn’t expecting was the stranger’s interest in his well-being unlike anyone else in Yokohama currently. all the passerby’s either paid him no glances or support in either food or change to get something to eat ( but that was too much to expect from adults ). gripping onto the ends of his battered clothes to ease his nerves: there werecub looked up at the man nervously. 

     ❝ U-um...I was kicked out of the Orphanage where I came from. I-it’s been a few days since then and I haven’t been able to eat much or at all....I don’t even have a place to stay except hiding out in corners. ❞ i

     t felt wrong to tell someone about his circumstances. after all, why would anyone care about the misfortunes of a kid who’s barely an adult? barely understanding how the world outside the walls of a hellish but familiar home. ❝ I’m on my own right now, sir. But please, don’t feel like you have to do anything, I’m not worth the trouble! ❞ as much as he really needed the help in the first place.

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silxntrabiddog‌:

     Watching the poor boy literally trying to merge with the wall behind his back with his eyes wide open and filled with confusion and fear was quite amusing, even satisfying as Akutagawa found out after a few moments of intense staring at him. 

     That was until Atsushi’s eyes flickered to the side, unable to bear the wight of the mafia hound’s scowl and the displeasing situation itself. The corners of Akutagawa’s lips twitched upwards in a winning smirk. Should he enjoy it this much? However, as Atsushi finally opened his mouth and stuttered out the answer, Akutagawa pulled away from him - just a little bit, just to have a better view on that stupid adorable face. Adorable….      Did that word just  fly through his mind? Akutagawa blinked and it took him a second or two to compose himself. The exact moment, the tiger spoke up again and the raven found himself a tad bit disappointed. So, he wanted to forget what just happened? Cowardly, like usual. He was not going to spare him, no way.       "You’ve never kissed anyone before, did you?“      The mafioso tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing upon the realization of his own words. It was obvious, Atsushi didn’t have such experience. Akutagawa neither, but he wasn’t going to say that. Quite the contrary, a wicked intention of showing that the younger boy was far behind him woke in the mafioso’s head. And maybe there was even more than that…     Without even thinking about his actions, Akutagawa grabbed the boy’s chin and forced him to look up into his eyes, before leaning in and pressing their lips together in what he considered a proper kiss. It was longer than the previous, accidental one and the raven even went as far as to move against the other’s mouth a little bit and pull on his lower lip, before they parted.      "This was a proper kiss, right? Now we can pretend it never happened as you please.”

     ❝ What?! O-of course I’ve kissed before! I’ve also been ki— ❞ 

    barely another word managed to get through before the hound had grabbed his chin; forcing the cub to look directly at him as well as causing him to quiet down. there wasn’t another second wasted either as the other leaned in & stole another kiss from him, much more coordinated than the accidental crashing just minutes prior. the cub could barely register what was going on: making only the most conscious effort to move back against the hound ( regardless of how clumsy the actions were ). a quiet moan leaving in the same instance as the hound pulling on lower lip: a sound leaving the boy red in the face, fingers reaching up & tracing over his lips once they pulled apart.

     ❝ What?? What was that?? Why??? ❞

     it was the most he could muster in clarity. rampant thoughts soaring through his head, as well as his heart hammering in his chest. that was a kiss & it was much better than what he could’ve ever thought of. surprisingly: akutagawa’s lips were soft...not thinking it wouldn’t be too terrible if it were to happen again. ❝ ....Um. We don’t...we don’t have to pretend it never happened. I mean. You can’t just kiss me like that and expect me to forget?? That was completely unfair of you! ❞

was he upset about being told to forget? or was he upset at being kissed without being prepared for it? the cub couldn’t pinpoint it.

    he was however: pouting ( like a child ) at the hound over it.

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errantscriptor‌:

        He could easily see where this was going, being teased though playfully. It was a good sign he assumed. Finding the more lighthearted his ward became the more comfortable it meant he was. So far be it for him to find anything wrong with the quip. Reacting instead with a faint laugh.

                “Right you are, of course. It seems you have a rather good grasp on what tastes may suit me or not.” He can’t help but add his own to the end. “Lets see how many more you get right”

         Now that it seemed to be his turn to pick though, Byakko had really nothing to go on. There was only the sight of the stalls and stands as well as the mishmash of smells that came off of each one. Being one more for smell than sight anyways the spirit raises his nose towards the sky, sniffing about until ears perk in a sudden curiosity. 

        Golden eyes focus on a stall with smoke billowing around it like a storm. He can’t read exactly what they sell there, seeing only pillow white that seems to appropriately match the clouds of smoke. But he’s sure he smells one of his favorite scents, pig. 

                “There, those!”

     ❝ I bet I can get at least half of them right. And if I do, then you have to bring dinner the next time. ❞ 

     he grinned up at the spirit with innocent intentions; a bet wasn’t something he expected to happen but it still seemed fun enough for the two of them to engage in. light-hearted playfulness was mostly uncommon between them but it still brought joy to the werecub whenever it occurred. making mental notes to not forget them, as they were special to him. wanting only good memories of his ability to replace the negative ones that plagued him for such a long time.

     waiting patiently to see what his ability would decide on; he blinked once seeing the other sniff up towards the sky until ears perked upright ( cute! ). tilting head in the direction byakko had been pointing to—fixing his gaze towards an unrecognized stall. oh? he hadn’t been there before! a first time for everything. ❝ All right, come on, let’s go see! You seem really excited, so it might be really good. ❞ he quipped & took hold of the spirit’s robe—lightly pulling him along to lead towards the stall. once there, the werecub took notice of what was being served: pig ( oh, he doesn’t eat this often ). 

     a low chuckle emerged as he ordered one for each of them, making sure to go simple for himself as he never knew what to expect, while letting the spirit decide what he had wanted with his.

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willcwswept‌:

                A sound not far from the whistle of a boiling tea kettle escaped from the author’s throat and he immediately retracted his grasp from the young man. All the courage he had summoned to pull approach the stranger——or, rather, his archrival’s work friend, dissolved into nothingness and he was left a defenseless man, trembling beneath a tiger’s glare. One wrong step and he would end up meeting a bitter end. At that moment, he decided to treat the boy with more care and caution; Ranpo was counting on him to do this, so it was only natural he treat him with the same level of respect for Ranpo’s sake.

“I-I-I-I…I was told to m-meet you.” Pale fingers coiled around a dusty-colored coat nervously. His teeth chattered. “R-r-ranpo-kun…F-f-f-for a-a…a job.” 

     ❝ Please calm down? ❞ 

     unusual for anyone to be this afraid when he had simply been asking a question: though he supposed he could empathize ( the stuttering having been far too prominent in his childhood ). However—Ranpo should’ve warned him about meeting his friend ( was he a friend? )...& also about the matter in which the very person in question had just yanked him into a dark alleyway. A recipe for a cliche murder if those sorts of stories were to be taken into question! But, the first priority right now was to make sure the man didn’t accidentally pass out on him from anxiety! 

     ❝ I’m not doing anything at all to you, all right? I won’t lay a hand on you, especially if you’re someone Ranpo-san considers close. Now please? Um tell me what sort of job this was he asked you to do that requires me? Because Ranpo-san normally would only ask for help when it comes to public transportation. Anything else he could do on his own without any trouble. I’ll help you out as long as I know what’s going on. ❞

    he tried to speak as gently as possible.

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silxntrabiddog‌:

      “It didn’t help you kill, Atsushi,” Akutagawa said in a silent voice, his silver gaze focused on wiping the last remains of blood from the other boy’s skin, leaving only clear pink patches of freshly healed skin behind. “It was helping you to survive. It was keeping you from harm.”

    Because Akutagawa was the one, who knew very well how it felt to rely on his ability, to let it kill if it meant to survive. 

    “Nothing special, you say? World wasn’t very kind to you and yet, you are here, alive and well. If you were not special, then I guess, you wouldn’t live by now…”

     Akutagawa let out a soft sigh as he finished cleaning the wounds. One thing he didn’t like about the former Reaper was the lack of self-confidence. But that was something they always could work on, right? He just wondered how he was supposed to pour that confidence into him…

       "You know, I killed with my Ability as well. Not once, not twice. Countless times. I didn’t care that I killed someone, if it meant to protect myself or my sister… or kids we lived with on the streets. It was the only way of surviving. You were doing just that. So don’t hate your Ability for helping you to survive. Moreover, you don’t have to kill anymore. You’re safe.“      Akutagawa then stood up, gathering all things he didn’t need anymore and walked off, returning after a little while with clean shirt in his hands.      “Here, change the shirt and we can go, all right?” 

     Ah. He was right. Why would he ever lie about something so important? It was all true & somewhere deep down; the former ( grim ) reaper understood that as well. All the ability had ever done was protect him for so many years—before the idea of being an ability-user ever occurred to his mind. Yet, for so long after discovering the truth: he scorned & feared that ability. In part from former mentor implanting the idea his ability was useful but dangerous to everyone around them. Then came the collar with promises of keeping the beast under control. It didn’t matter how much the creature roared & thrashed in his body—it would never manifest completely on its own. 

     However using an ability in order to survive in the unforgiving world they lived in was not exclusive to the boy. The man in front of him; being so gentle with him, had also done the exact thing for himself & his sister. No one could change that fact or take it away from either of them. The only difference between them was the presence of the man in all black adorned in bandages who manipulated the fragile soul of the younger male into doing as he pleased.

whether that meant eliminating those who made attempts on his life or torturing him into submission...the beast within him roared in agony

     ❝...Yes, you’re right—I don’t...I don’t have to kill anymore. I don’t need to kill in order to live another day. I don’t need to kill others because of orders. I’m...safe here. ❞ safe here with you. his shoulders sagged in realization; carefully watching the other leave & return with a fresh shirt to change into. That’s right, the blood had soaked through, he shouldn’t go to the agency drenched in blood ( it would cause worry ). ❝ Okay...I’ll change quickly, I don’t want to make anyone wait too long. ❞ a small murmur as he took the item in his hands & carefully put it on, unsure if cloth brushing against a healed injury would cause any pain. ❝ Thank you, Ryu, for everything. ❞

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nullcfied‌:

   — The mafia boss watched as the other began to explain what he had observed. Four men, where Akutagawa was there. He blinked after hearing that the black haired’s mentor went to a separate case and then he rolled his eyes. Although he was interested in the movements of that dog, he also wanted to know if that man who was his best friend in other timeline was fine. Although, knowing that he was away from the mission, it calmed him down.

   Perhaps some emotion may have come out but, again his eyes were as hollow as those of his reaper. Living in the dark was what kept them that way, after all.

   The rest was irrelevant. Of course, he knew the effectiveness of the agency in cases of that type. Save people, protect them from criminals and bring them before the law. Dazai nodded a little, raised his hand and stroked the other’s hair.

    ❝ Good work, Atsushi-kun. Always so impeccable, eh? ❞ He paused, narrowing his eyes. ❝ I don’t think you have anything else to do now right? I want you to stay with me a bit more. ❞

     ❝ Thank you, Dazai-san— ❞ 

     a small pause at the display of affection: however minuscule it may have been ( acts of kindness weren’t rare yet it caught the boy off guard ). cautiously leaning into the hand atop his head; atsushi hummed quietly—taking in whatever means of praise he could before the moment finished. taking a step back once he had his fill; he fixed himself, keeping stationary & ready for any commands ( standard expectations ). ❝ I always make the absolute effort to do everything asked of me with precision. It would reflect poorly on you if I were to make mistakes after all. ❞

     the same matter of fact tone; devoid of most emotion as a creature of the underworld—deciding on the fates of those unfit for life. laughable how the label was placed onto him but the boy never did shy away from the title: what better way for fear to be under control than to take hold of it & command it? 

     ❝ As far as other assignments go, I have none, the report just now was the last of my duties for the day. But I am always at your command regardless. If you wish for me to stay longer, then I will obey, is there any particular reason for it, if I may ask? ❞

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       from the meal, his attention is given to the swishing tail. all cats, be they large or small, do it          the slow, relaxed language of their bodies when guest or master was seen as a comfortable presence. with Atsushi’s openness and unmistakable indication of contentment, he can’t avoid admitting ( even if only to himself ) that the smile of a courteous feline helps out one of his own. would the cat mind the friendly touch of a human being? a pat on the head out of pure curiosity as to what the clean fur feels against his fingertips. perhaps he could write about it soon, it does not feel as if Dazai would return before midnight ( which in itself is some sort of inner crisis to the poet ) ; if he could ask for pen and paper after the familiar left him with his thoughts…

       he has to stretch out a little – a hardly audible wince when he turns his neck a bit too much – to place the empty bowl on the tray next to the bed. Chuuya leans over, keeping a generous distance between them, a finger poking against the tip of the moving tail. ( when he catches it, that is. needless to say, it takes a bit of practice and getting adjusted to the languid rhythm. ) as long as he does not step over set boundaries, consider him satisfied and back into his warmed spot.

       ` a month or two ` has no immediate human equivalent for the same difference : the cub can’t be younger than he is, for he supposes certain aspects of immortality came to Nakajima as a gift some time ago, too. which only leaves him wondering, how long ago was that?

                   ❝ what an asshole. ❞ a comment he will not apologize for or regret making known. it’s true he lacks the said headmaster’s side of the story, but his former student – that is, the tiger keeping him company – is the favored party in whatever happened then. ❝ you’re still a familiar without that exam, right? or are you just playin’ maid? ❞

       the promise of a new life hasn’t come upon him yet, despite Dazai’s veiled words and sweet nothings whispered into his ears last night ( and the one before )          without knowing what the man’s other intentions are, aside from keeping him at the castle, Nakahara nonetheless pictures himself accepting an eventual proposal of that same nature. for now, he glances over at his new friend.

                   ❝ do you think he just doesn’t like tiger blood? ❞

       ( suddenly, having had so much drawn from his own body is a reason to be PROUD. )

     in the midst of memories flashing through his head ( several containing the last few days in the building before being promptly kicked out. others included simply attempting to get by on what little had with him ), his eyes flickered over to the other reaching over slowly & poking at the end of the tail. hand making an attempt to fully grab onto it several moments later—appendage barely moving in the grasp, yet the cub made no attempts to move away from the touch.

     nothing unusual in the exchange; humans being curious over his non-human parts was nothing uncommon either ( whether it be ears or tail: people especially children unused to such sights would blatantly touch to check if they were real ). however the contact was brief & soon the other returned to his spot on the bed; letting tail become pliant against owner’s side. A bigger smile appeared at the blunt insult towards former headmaster; followed by a small chuckle—while never spoken out loud; Chuuya was correct about it, he just had more of a sense to say it without holding back ( now if only he could’ve done the same back then ).

    with a nod at the next question, ❝ I’m still a familiar without it. On paper, it would say otherwise, but I’m still serving someone in the end. Even if Dazai-san, is more than anyone can realistically handle. I don’t really do much else besides taking care of the castle while he either sleeps or he’s out in town trying to find someone to die with! ❞ a small groan erupted as he laid himself on the bed with a low thud: all the memories of having to drag the vampire back from causing a scene was a nightmare.  

     ❝ But, since you’re here, I don’t think he’s going to do that anymore, so I’m grateful to you. Unfortunately that’s not gonna stop his laziness any time soon. ❞ he huffed; nose crinkling at the mess he’ll have to be responsible for later...only for that to be diminished at his companions playful words

     ❝ Hey! ❞ a small squeak passed through the cub's list & immediate red bloomed on his features at the teasing! ❝ Don’t tease just because Dazai-san fed from you!! ❞ there was now a pout sprouting in the middle of all this.

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'what elegant long claws.' squishes his paws. (from seb)

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     ❝ U-uh… are you sure you should be…so close to them? ❞ 

    not the sort of reaction he had been expecting from someone ( maybe it was his fears speaking but having someone practically fawn over claws was not—a standard response ). though the bigger point to focus on was the fact the other had squished his paws...more so the soft portions of them as if he were a large cat. that was the strangest part of this entire exchange. ❝ sir, this is making me uncomfortable, please stop. ❞ he tried to muster in the kindest voice he could muster.

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@willcwswept​

     ears twitched; nose crinkled at the action. this was far too kind of a gesture! though even the beast could notice immediately that this was no human—what was he? he could not tell nor voice the opinion out loud. for now, he was content with the strange affection while the night was still there & contentment was filling fur ( the need to be violent not crossing the mind as this strange man had shown kindness towards the host some time ago ).

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'why, hello. where has this gorgeous masterpiece of nature been all my life?' (from seb)

@willcwswept​

     ❝ Um…I think you have the wrong person…or animal in this case? I’m no masterpiece, especially not a gorgeous one at that. ❞ i

     f self doubt could materialize into a living person—it would more than likely be the werecub. he could barely understand how anyone could view him as anything but average at best. the most notably feature he could point to that were pretty by comparison were his eyes ( shades of purple & gold blending together weren’t exactly common ). but never could he picture himself as anything more visually appealing; though he was flattered slightly from the strange compliment. ❝ But, thank you? ❞ 

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❝ Hey, Atsushi-kun. I knew you could do it! Good job. ❞

@nullcfied​

     ❝ O-oh, thank you, Dazai-san. ❞ 

    truth be told: the werecub had no clue if he would be able to do what his mentor had asked of him ( once again, the plan being vague enough on purpose but still clear so the chances of failure were slim ). at best—a small part of him thought of the worst outcome from how little he actually knew of where his mentor’s train of thinking would lead to. luckily for him & everyone involved; nothing went completely wrong in the end & the cub could heave a sigh of relief once it was over. 

    ❝ But it was your idea that made it work. I just helped make sure it managed to pull through. ❞ ah, deflection of praise—while not common for the cub who adored praise for even the smallest of tasks...he still found ways to praise the other person & put the spotlight on them in the end.

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Slowly he appears behind Atsushi, places an insect toy on the other's right shoulder. ❝ Atsushi-kun, do you like insects? If you don't, I wouldn't look at your right. ❞

@nullcfied​

     ❝ ... ❞ quietly turning gaze straight ahead; the cub made a small attempt to feel around his shoulder to take a guess as to what sort of insect his mentor had placed. there were only so many actually bugs Atsushi could stand ( the ones he refused to go near were from several times he was forced to sleep outside the orphanage ). ❝ Dazai-san... what did you put on my shoulder? I swear if it’s a centipede—! ❞ 

    the weird looking creature being one those insects the cub would rather never come face to face again. he hoped & prayed his mentor would have mercy on him.

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      “You can call me Kenji-kun. It’s okay. I would have waited for you.” So many items… “Tissues, disposable gloves, tofu,” The list went on. “Let’s get started. Come with me, Atsushi-kun.” The shorter led them toward the marketplace, humming to himself as he skipped along. 

      “Good morning, granny. Good morning, Mister. Your hose sprung a leak? Did you try to patch it?” His usual trail of greetings and petitions began. “Granny! I want to introduce you to my friend. This is Atsushi-kun.” Kenji stepped aside, showing off his companion to an elderly woman who had been tending to her outdoor garden. “We’re running errands today.” 

     ❝ Kenji-kun it is then ❞ a small smile on his face at the tinge of familiarity that came with it. ❝ ...Yosano-san really has so many things— ❞ 

    Looking over the list had him believe that perhaps the doctor didn’t exactly need over half of the items she had been asking for ( many of which were personal that she could easily get on her own ). but he wasn’t going to directly tell her that: he’d rather not be used for a new experiment, especially with how quickly he could heal on his own as it is. with a nod, he placed the list in his pocket as he followed the younger male in the direction of the marketplace. without missing a beat—the other was quick to greet the residents ( & seeming to know about their lives as well ); nearly jumping when he was suddenly introduced! 

     ❝ Yes, hello, it’s nice to meet you. ❞ a kind smile on his features: bowing to match as to not seem rude towards the elder woman. It still amazed him just how well his co-worker could get along with strangers without missing a beat. a trait he could admire greatly, especially when the subject of his kindness were less than great people. ❝ We won’t disturb you much longer, since I’m sure you are busy. ❞ trying his best to nudge the younger along.

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lunartxger‌:

 ❝ Not once have I regretted the things I did. I only ever regret the things I did not do. ❞  

                   indie. priv. & semi-selective Nakajima Atsushi from Bungou Stray Dogs.

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