MC Hardcore

Aohitsugi Samatoki of Hypnosis Microphone, Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Housed in house 159.

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faithfulxknight‌:

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       Perhaps it wasn’t his place to say anything – having simply been passing through the area, however? Given that the KNIGHT had noticed the other by himself at the edge of the Banquet area… his common curtesy wouldn’t allow him to simply ignore that he’d seen him. Though it appeared the other wasn’t here to follow the night’s goal of spending the night with friends and mending former bonds, he was around wasn’t he?

      Bedivere gathers up two drinks – non-alcoholic, due to the fact that he wanted to keep his own senses about him and didn’t know what the other preferred… and approached. “Excuse me, sir.” The platinum-haired man starts, offering a drink. “Pardon the intrusion, however… I was hoping you might consider keeping this old man company?”

      As a SERVANT he didn’t look particularly old. So? Perhaps it was an odd statement to make to the other. But given just how long he’d been alive prior – it certainly was no lie.

Samatoki was in a terrible mood. Mending former bonds? As if that’d happen between him and the rest of his former group. They were always at each other’s throats nowadays, himself included. Sighing, he’d look across the way, seeing others mingling, adding to his irritation. Ichiro wasn’t here, so...he didn’t know how to act, to fight against the bitter ache in his chest. 

At being called a ‘sir’, The former yakuza would turn to the speaker, eyebrow raised as the stranger offered a drink. How easy would it be to just slap it out of the other’s hand...but he wasn’t going to do that tonight. A subdued sigh offered, the man would grumble in gratitude as he accepts the drink, taking a sniff first--he wouldn’t touch alcohol even if it were to save his life: he wasn’t his father, after all. 

     “Old man? I ain’t the type to judge, but what the fuck? If you’re old, ya sure aged good. Lotta people prob’ly gonna be jealous or somethin’.”

He’d shake his head, his eyes finally meeting the stranger’s. There were tired circles under Samatoki’s eyes. During this event...Samatoki wasn’t going to be able to sleep and it was showing. 

     “I won’t turn you away, but if you get borin’, I’m headin’ home.”

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sicksawbones‌:

                    “That is not at all what I meant, Samatoki.  I know…how it is.”

     “Yeah...you know, I know that shit. Hurts too much to bring it up now, but you damn well better explain to me what you meant.”

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sicksawbones‌:

                    “…It’s not a bad holiday to partake in.”

     “Oh so it’s fine to reflect on how my life is shit? Thanks. Good to hear.”

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     “Honoring the dead, huh...?”

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mcbigbro‌:

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     ❝ Oi, Samatoki-sama, ❞ a cheeky smile formed on his lips as he met up with the older male, the lights of Little Tokyo beamed as the night sky loomed over, illuminating the strangely familiar streets that he found comfort in. Ichiro stood by his side, fingers gently touching his hand to get his attention.

     ❝ Have you been standing there the whole time? Cmon, let’s go before your feet get glued to the ground. There’s some places I wanna check out. ❞

A hand will gently move to hold Ichiro’s as Samatoki looked up fondly at the skyline, for once, his heart feeling peaceful. It was hard to think he’d ever end up like this, but sometimes, things happen. This was one thing he’d never complain about...the fact he could enjoy himself. 

     “Ichiro...do ya ever have a feelin’ in your chest when you get to a place you can call home? Yokohama is that for me...but I guess my heart’s tryin’ to tell me that place is with you, too.”

A scoff, before he’d look back to Ichiro, offering a nod. 

     “Where do ya wanna go, first?”

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If you think Ichiro’s an idiot just remember this fool right here called himself Mr. Hardcore, Yokohama bad boy.

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     “If only ya knew the dumbass texts he’s been sending me. I ain’t gonna do shit public. Shame on you for insinuatin’ I do that kinda shit. What kinda guy you take me for, eh?”

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     “I long for death.”

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sensenfuukoku‌:

On second thought, he will be a good boy for once.

Ruffles the other’s hair with a grin. 

     “Just kiddin’, kiddo. I made dinner tonight.”

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sensenfuukoku‌:

I’m totally listening to you.

Look do you want me to ask Riou to make you something to eat or what?

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sensenfuukoku replied to your post:      “I guess…even if ya hate the other or think...

i see.

listen you little punk.

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     “I guess...even if ya hate the other or think they hate you...things work out if ya both want it enough. Or somethin’.”

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Hah...what do ya think of london, eh?

      I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.

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mcbigbro‌:

❝ Samatoki… ❞

Relief washed over the rapper as he brushed his thumb over his knuckles, his eyes wide in shock. This was all so overwhelming, so warm, so… nostalgic. Samatoki’s smile reminded him when he first met him and he would ruffle his hair until it was a mess of black and pushed his head down. It reminded him of all the times they got in trouble with Jakurai, all of the times they spent long days just relaxing and talking as an anime played in the background… It felt right. Just like the good old days.

His hero…

He could feel a stupid grin form on his face, excitement swelled in his chest as he tightened his grip.

❝ Heh… I guess I am, huh? You were just a villain that needed a redemption arc, kinda like that one anime we watched. Remember that? Where the girl went back in time a bunch of times to keep her from becoming a magical girl because she loved her. Maybe coming to this city was my way of saving you. Maybe this was meant to be, ❞ sure, it was a bit of a strange reference, but Ichiro still let a smile form on his face. He leaned in, taking a deep breath and slowly, slowly…

His lips met the Yakuza’s, chaste and light, allowing Samatoki to move away if it felt too sudden.

❝ Maybe you were my hero, too. ❞

     “Even now you relate this to some sort of anime...but unlike the one y’told me about...this feels like a...errr.....happier ending I guess. But this shit ain’t the end, it’s the fuckin’ start of somethin’ completely new t’me. I’m nervous, but I--”

His words were cut off by the other’s lips, causing the yakuza to short circuit, his face turning bright red as he’d tug the other closer into a tight hug in order to return the kiss with a tentative enthusiasm, giving a soft sound as he did. Ichiro’s lips were so soft...Samatoki felt like he could get used to this if given enough patience.

     “Heh, I’m no hero, but...you’re stuck with me now.” 

His heart was racing, but this feeling in his chest. 

Yes....this was what feeling happy was like. It’d been so long since he felt that...

     “What’re your brothers gonna think...? Pretty sure they hate me as much as you did not too long ago. Maybe...I wanna smooth things over with ‘em.”

His voice is quiet, but he truly does wish to change himself, even if just a little, for Ichiro’s sake. 

     “I mean...w-we’re gonna be seein’ each other more ‘n shit, so...”

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"does this mean i'm your future brother in law or something?" :/

     “...Don’t think ahead too fast. This...is new for me. You can...hate me if you like, just.....don’t think less of your brother for choosing someone like me. But if ya don’t mind, I wouldn’t mind looking after you like like a brother would, but I understand if you wish to throw me away. I’m...just some yakuza, after all.”

With that, he’d gently ruffle the other’s hair, offering a  soft, weak smile. 

     “It just hit me all at once....it’s overwhelming, almost.”