Mitsuki Izumi

**Contains spoilers for IDOLiSH7 part 4** Affiliated with Isola Radiale

[mit-soo-kee]

naturalharmony​:

ymtnikaido​:

Yamato disliked being woken up early. But, he was used to it. Unfortunately. But, he couldn’t really ever bring himself to say no to Nagi of all people, much less an excited Nagi, so he’d dragged himself out of bed and let the excitable man take him wherever it was he wanted to go.

And now all of a sudden they were standing at the top of a very tall cliff and Mitsuki was there and what the fuck was going on??

“Yeah, um, no way. Not happening. We’ll die. Like, seriously die. We’ll end up a stain on the ground and that’ll be it. Do you have any idea how tall this cliff is?? It’s like - shit, I don’t know, it’s way too tall! You don’t jump from this height and live, Nagi!”

God, just looking over the edge was enough to have Yamato’s head spinning. He stepped away, swallowing thickly. Usually he tried especially hard to hide when things frightened him, but actually seriously fuck this.

“Couldn’t you have chosen something simpler?! Like, I don’t know, wasn’t there some task about performing? That’d be easy! Why’d you pick this?!”

Ah. This wasn’t going as planned at all.

Mitsuki and Yamato were just…upset now, weren’t they? And Nagi thought he had chosen well! It was a leap of faith - everyone liked taking those, right? They had taken plenty together, during their time in IDOLiSH7. This one was just…a lot more literal!

It…had to be safe, right? The announcement that woke him up in the first place had said all of this was for data collection - not to hurt or to harm them. If they had wanted to do that, wouldn’t all of these Ofiuclones have just attacked them right off the bat?

“No, no, it’s okay! There is padding beneath the cliff, it’s just invisible! I would not lead the two of you into a situation where I think we would get hurt.” He insisted, looking over the edge of the cliff again. Sure, it was a pretty big fall…but it wasn’t terrible. He hadn’t fallen from greater heights - but he had certainly stood upon taller peaks. 

“It’s a test, it’s okay!”

Oh, no... Nagi was making the sad face. The one he and Yamato could never stand up to.  “Agh- you can’t really expect us to just jump...” He inched closer to the edge, shivering as his foot reached it. Nope! No way! He didn’t care if it was safe- it was scary! And he was expected to jump willingly?!  He scrambled away, shivering. He hated heights! Why had Nagi brought him here?! “You two do it! I’m going to stay up here, where it’s safe, and my feet have something beneath them! There’s absolutely no way I’m jumping! None! Zero chance!” He crossed his arms in an X motion and shook his head vigorously. 

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naturalharmony​:

@mit-soo-kee + @ymtnikaido // event starter ! ( cliffhangers–don’t you hate ‘em? )

Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea to jump right into all of this and select a task from the terminal offered first thing in the morning. And, perhaps, it wasn’t the smartest idea to proceed to wake Mitsuki and Yamato up as well by insistently calling them until they answered, just to drag them out to where the terminal said a good spot for this task would be.

But, well, sometimes the decisions that lead to the most fun ended up being the decisions that weren’t the smartest to make. Still - this was a safe task, permitted the terminal had given the correct information, so surely nothing could go wrong.

“Alright, we’re here!”

Nagi turned on his heels after stopping by the edge of Savior’s Respite’s cliffside, facing the two people he had dragged along with him. Team bonding, he had insisted. Without the rest of IDOLiSH7 around, it was certainly a team bonding exercise lacking most of it’s team…but as the three of them - as Pythagoras Trio - they could use this activity the same as they used going out for ramen or spending time with one another while everyone else was busy.

“This is an easy task! I made sure to pick one we would not have to worry about too much.” The blond knew he could handle a more difficult task, after all. His combat skills were honed to perfection, and his reflexes were sharp, but Mitsuki and Yamato…? They didn’t have that. 

“We just have to jump down to the space below! Easy, right?” 

Maybe it would be easy, were it not for the fact this was an incredibly tall cliffside. 

This wasn’t how he expected his first interaction with Yamato to go. He really should’ve known it would be something completely out of his expectations, though. He had been sleeping when Nagi called him- sleeping in to be exact. He didn’t get much of a chance to back in Japan, so he figured he might try to see what Yamato made a fuss about. Honestly, he didn’t really like it. At some point in the morning he’d grown restless, and it was almost a relief when Nagi had called him.  “Yeah, just get a running start- are you kidding me?! No! You’re asking us to jump off a cliff!” Mitsuki shouted, gesturing to the drop before them. “You’re with me, right, Yamato? This is crazy! What if they’re lying and it’s not safe at all?!”  He crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. He didn’t think he’d have to be the voice of reason in something like this. 

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What... did Bass do... 

[mit-soo-kee]

notyourforte​:

Simmering down, he taps his foot while he processes. There isn’t really much they can do. Aside from–

“Sleep with my eyes on, I guess.”

 That’s going to be soooo boring. However, it wasn’t as if he didn’t take frequent mid-day naps. So at the very least it wouldn’t cut into his energy reserves too badly. 

“Well at least you probably don’t have to worry about yourself. Just your possessions.”  

“Unless someone comes in and decides to start messing with your insides next…!” 

The trend of threatening seems to turn to teasing, now. Though it doesn’t make his expression any less unnerving. 

Bass really said some concerning things. Though, this time, it was a little funny. Mitsuki laughed, his hands resting on his hips.  “I don’t really think I have anything worth stealing, though,” he commented, glancing at his room. He hadn’t come here with anything, after all, and most of what he’d been buying was ingredients for meals. “It’s good to know I don’t really have much to worry about, but...” Well, he and Bass were roommates, now. He wanted to help him out.  “Is there any way I can help?” he asked. 

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notyourforte​:

“I’ll explain one more time, and my patience is out. Whether it was a good thing or not, some stranger broke into the house. One that knows how to fix robots of my complexity. I wasn’t exactly built by some benevolent force, either. The geezer that built me is bent on his stupid world domination plans. Luckily, I want nothing to do with them.” 

That made him sound a bit too nice, maybe. 

“I do what I want to do. Don’t start thinking I’m some sort of hero or something. I live to fight.”  

Bass refuses to explain how he got the injury. And now this cutesy kid is looking down on him. Trying to be all big brotherly and all that junk. He hardly even knows him! 

“…………”

 “Do this–” he gestures at Mitsuki’s everything, “–ever again, and I’LL WATCH YOU SLEEP.” 

Wow, Mitsuki thought, this guy is hard to deal with. Not that he didn’t have experience with hard-to-deal-with guys- he was close friends with Yamato Nikaido after all. So instead of getting scared, he just crossed his arms across his chest and sighed.  “Okay,” he said, putting his hands up in an I give up gesture. “What should we do, then?” If they couldn’t change the locks, Mitsuki didn’t really have another idea. He wasn’t familiar with the kind of technology Bass was used to, after all. Back in his world, they had locks and passcodes, not.. Well, literal robots. Robots that acted like moody teenagers, no less.

[naturalharmony]

@mit-soo-kee​ // starter !

Well, as cautious as he was being here, Nagi couldn’t deny that things were a little exciting.

The ward - he figured out it was called - that he was housed in was…vibrant in a sense of familiarity. The architecture almost reminded him of political trips he’d take with his brother and his father out to other places in Europe. There were various methods of transportation, but the trolley was probably his favorite. Even if it was always a bit of a wait to climb on and travel around.

There was a lot to see and do - from a large outdoor theatre to expansive natural pools. It…felt kind of like home, in a sense. Though “home” was small and cute, kind of like the dormitories he stayed in with the rest of Idolish7. Not like the palace he both loved and despised back in Northmarea. 

One place he found himself frequenting was the street housing countless foods stalls, ranging from dishes he knew about to dishes that seemed right out of a game or a fantasy-styled anime. Somehow, they had a place that was a taste of home - literally. There was a stall selling Nortmarean dishes and drinks. It wasn’t the season for it, certainly, and the heat here was something he had to struggle with, all the same as Japan’s climate, but he had found himself coming back for a cup of that familiar hot chocolate pretty often.

Today he had arrived to do the same thing, but before he could even pull out his phone to double check how much of this world’s currency he had left, he found himself running over to someone by the stall and pulling them up into a bear-hug, laughing as he lifted him up enough for his feet to dangle off the ground.

“Mitsuki! You’re here! You’re really here!” 

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Mitsuki had done his grocery shopping for the week already, but he had seen a few stalls selling exotic foods that he was curious about, so he’d returned to try some of them out. He was budgeting what money he had, and had plans to apply to a talent agency he’d seen. He decided he could afford to treat himself a bit.  Of course, he never actually got that far. He was trying to decide what to treat himself to when he was suddenly several inches off the ground, flailing. The grip holding him felt familiar, though, and then... “Nagi?!” he exclaimed, craning his neck around to try to get a look at the man. “H-hey! Put me down!” His face flushed red with embarrassment. They were in public! Not that he wasn’t used to Nagi doing this, and the familiarity did feel nice...  Once he was set down and the hug wasn’t so crushing, he turned to properly hug Nagi back. A few tears sprang to his eyes. He had been trying not to think about how much he missed everyone, especially Nagi and Yamato, but with one of them in front of him he couldn’t hold back. 

[mit-soo-kee]

champagnecall​:

“Sure thing!~ I totes get buying more than you can handle carrying on your own.”

Not that this person would really know about it, but Hifumi’s shopping habits could…get a bit out of hand at times. That’s usually why he ended up driving to the store if he knew he was going to pick up more than a few things. Especially if it was a clothing store. He always seemed to come out with more suits than he would really end up wearing - but most of the time those offending articles of clothing or whatever they’d end up replacing in his closet would wind up at the club as spare uniforms if someone had the unfortunate instance of a drink or two getting spilled on them.

Hifumi carefully lifted some of the bags out of Mitsuki’s arms and settled them into his own - he’d just come back later to do his own shopping - and started following the direction the other began walking in.

“Mitsuki Izumi, huuuh? Well, it’s nice to meetcha too!”

“My name’s Hifumi Izanami! But you can just call me Hifumin!”

“Hifumin, huh?” he echoed, just smiling for a moment before spluttering. “Hey, wait, a nickname already?! We just met!” he protested. Mitsuki didn’t really call anyone by nicknames, either. That was more of a Tamaki thing.  “You sound like one of my friends. He loves giving people nicknames. Not even a day after we met he started calling me ‘Mikki’.” He grinned at the memory. He’d been caught off guard, but ultimately didn’t correct him. Nobody in the group did, really. It was just a Tamaki thing that they all accepted. Mitsuki replayed the name Hifumin in his head a couple times before shaking it. He just couldn’t. “I’ll stick to Hifumi, if that’s alright with you.” 

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notyourforte​:

“Ha. Why.” Bass replies sourly. “I’ll be right back.” 

He walks upstairs again, and as he comes down, he throws his old, damaged arm onto the coffee table. It’s blown open from the wrist, loose wires and exposed framing sticking out of torn fabric and curled metal. The hand falls completely off it, outer glove charred but in tact. 

He gestures with the same arm it used to be. It’s as if it never happened; and that’s what was so odd about it. Having hid the damage well before, of course Mitsuki wouldn’t’ve noticed. 

“This is the arm I came here with. And the one I have now, is exactly the same! As if it never got damaged in the first place!” 

“A new arm doesn’t grow over night. And no normal person can do work like this. No-one should even have the kind of parts to do this kind of repair–unless it’s the old doctor who made me. Changing the locks isn’t going to keep someone like that out.” 

Mitsuki stared at the arm on the table, not really sure how to react. He blinked a few times before deciding on just pretend it’s normal.  “So... it’s... a good thing this person came?” he asked, still confused. He was glad Bass wasn’t hurt anymore. “Wait- how did your arm even get like this?!” He hadn’t heard anything about Bass being injured! Was he really that bad of a roommate?

“It’s a good thing you got fixed, but you need to take better care of yourself!” he chided, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. Finally he stood tall enough to gaze disapprovingly down at someone! He’d mastered the disapproving big brother stare ages ago (not for his own brother, but for some of the younger kids at school and then for the younger ones in his group) despite his vertical challenges but having the extra height didn’t hurt. 

[mit-soo-kee]

”Why do I have a bad feeling...”

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notyourforte​:

@mit-soo-kee​

An entire day of silence was unusual for Bass. Even being in the house for an entire day was just concerning. He’d been in resting mode up until now–he doesn’t remember his accidental fall into the hole at all. Just that he woke up now, with his arm repaired, original components and all. 

Bedroom door slamming open, Bass stands in the hallway. His fingers move articulately as he tests them. With no regard to that fact that that’s kind of creepy to look at for anyone else. 

“You’re the only other being who lives here. Did anyone suspicious come through the house in the past two days?” his hand clenches into a tight fist. 

Mitsuki nearly fell off the couch as Bass’s door opened with a loud bang. He caught himself with one arm, managing to stay stably lying on his back before he sat up.  “Suspicious?” he echoed, face scrunching in thought. He’d brought a guy who offered to help him with his groceries over, but other than that... “No, I don’t think so? I’ve been out a lot, though...” He’d been exploring the city quite a bit. He frowned at Bass’s fingers, watching their movements. He was torn between finding it unsettling and finding it fascinating. He settled on a solid neither, since Bass probably wouldn’t appreciate being stared at, and returned his gaze to his roommate’s face.  “Uh, why?” he asked, the question making him mildly alarmed. Generally people didn’t ask if there’d been someone suspicious within a specific time to be in a certain place period without believing there was a reason for someone suspicious being in said place. Unfortunately, that place was apparently their home. “Should we... change the locks?” 

[mit-soo-kee]

champagnecall​:

@mit-soo-kee // starter !

Well, as weird as things were, a routine was easy to fall back into. 

A roommate did make it easier, since he was able to fall back into cooking and cleaning for someone else. Especially cooking! He had a whole new set of tastebuds to try recipes out on ( now he could actually use cilantro too, since Doppo was weird and didn’t like how it tasted ) and a new person to get opinions from. 

But it also meant earning money was like…weirdly hard, compared to how it used to be. He was just too used to the lofty salary of a top host, apparently. 

Oh well! Ingredient shopping was still the same, he just had to keep an eye on how much he was spending. Standing in this marketplace, though, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one struggling with buying too much. From where he stood, he could see a younger boy trying to juggle a couple of bags. Maybe he needed help…?

“Heya!”

“Need some help with those bags, buddy? I can carry one or two for ya, if you want!” 

Mitsuki had, naturally, gone to go get groceries as one of his top priorities. He didn’t really know what robots consumed for sustenance- probably those e-tanks Bass had been talking about- but he knew he at least needed proper meals. He was used to cooking for seven men, so it was difficult to portion down to just... well, himself, but he thought he’d done a rather good job of it. He wasn’t carrying that many bags, was he? ...Apparently he was. A stranger called out to him and he nearly sighed in relief. His arms were getting pretty tired. Usually someone would help him carry things back to the dorms. “Yes, please,” he answered, turning to the stranger with a smile. “Thanks.” He held out a couple of bags, still keeping the majority for himself.  Once they were situated, he nodded in the direction his temporary home was and began walking. “I’m Mitsuki Izumi, by the way. Nice to meet you!” He tilted his head slightly with a beaming smile. It was always lovely to meet kind strangers. 

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notyourforte​:

This guy was excited for all the wrong reasons. He’s the best robot, better than Megaman of course, hardly anyone has seen technology like him, duh and what’s a Roomba–his train of thought ends abruptly as he stares at the hand hovering and how close the other is becoming to him. 

Bass grabs for his shirt to pull him down to his eye level. 

“Don’t touch me unless you intend to fight me.” 

Too friendly!!! This guy is too friendly! 

He’s a threat, damnit! He just explained that!!

Mitsuki let out a squeak, eyes widening as he was pulled closer to the robot’s face. His arms flailed at his sides, flapping in surprise.  “Huh?! S-sorry?!” he exclaimed, automatically trying to pull away from his hold. “I didn’t mean to offend you!” He supposed that he had been a little rude, suddenly approaching and then getting so personal.  “Let’s start over,” he suggested, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm. “I’m Mitsuki Izumi. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled hesitantly. 

[mit-soo-kee]

Ow, ow, ow! My ears-!

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notyourforte​:

He put his helmet back on, as if his privacy had been invaded. Bass isn’t used to having it off anyhow–he forgets it even comes off usually. All of his brothers are the same, after all. Their heads don’t come apart like his. He’s a special number, after all. The first special number. The only special number. 

…for now. 

He can’t really object to this, can he? 

“Fine. Guess I don’t have to worry about you stealing E tanks or anything. Don’t expect me to clean up after you–and don’t touch my stuff. Don’t wake me up unless you want your head blasted off, either. Not that I hate you yet, but I’m jumpy going back online. So it’ll be your own damn fault.”  

His eyes finally emulate blinking. 

“People around here really aren’t used to robots, huh? What did you think I was? Some sort of costumed idiot?” 

“E tanks..?” Mitsuki repeated, frowning. He wasn’t really sure what an E tank was. He decided to ignore that for not, though, in favor of addressing everything else the robot had said. (He assumed robot was alright terminology, considering the entity in front of him had used it.) “Don’t worry, I’m a good roommate,” he quickly assured. “I live with six other guys, so I know how to respect boundaries and stuff.” It had been difficult to adjust to at first, but eventually all seven of the idols had learned to live with each other fairly peacefully. Well, as peaceful as seven men sharing a dormitory could get.  “So you’re... really a robot?” he asked, creeping closer. His hand raised to hover, like he wanted to touch the sleek metal he saw. “That’s... awesome! You’re so life-like! I’ve never seen technology like this! The only robot I know is my friend’s Roomba.” He laughed, grinning giddily.  Also, now that he was closer... This robot was shorter than him. SCORE!

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notyourforte​:

He hasn’t been in such a nice place since…well. Dr. Light’s place. Arch rivals and all, he wasn’t there for long. It was a conflicting time he’d rather not think about. 

“Better than that abandoned bowling alley, but I really liked that place…” he mused out loud. Laying on the hood of a broke down sports car, shooting pins to figure out what to do that day. But Dr. Wily’s place had video games, if he didn’t have to fight his junk brothers for his turn. 

Without thinking, he takes his helmet off, and immediately the ‘guest’ can see, his odd excuse for ‘ears’ aren’t exactly attached to it. As used to dozens and dozens of robot roommates as he was, he didn’t think this was the situation. 

“You just invite yourself in? I live here, what do you want?” 

Mitsuki blinked as the stranger took of their helmet. Either that was an incredible cosplay, or... Well, Mitsuki didn’t know what.

“H-huh?” he asked, still dumbfounded by the other’s appearance. He put his hands up placatingly. “I just got here, but I think we’re supposed to be roommates,” he said, trying to offer a friendly smile.

If this person (he was just going to go with person, for now) wasn’t wearing a costume, then they seemed like some kind of robot? Android? What was the correct terminology here? Wait, when had technology progressed far enough to make a robot (android?) this complex?!

“Uhh, I don’t wanna be rude, but... What, um, are you..?” he asked, his eyebrows pinching together as he tried to puzzle it out.

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