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@phantasmalnightmare
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Independent Multi muse featuring muses from Master Detective Archives: Raincode, Danganronpa, Boku no Hero Academia, Final Fantasy, Tokyo Revengers, and more. Loved by Phantasma. ♡
Dark themes ahead. Trigger heavy blog. 18+ only please.
Currently extremely low activity due to working two jobs and going to school. Please only start stuff with me if you don’t mind waiting up to 2 weeks for replies.
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"It's quite alright. The documentation on the research conducted by my father and my grandfather's hired scientists was never fully released. Most of it got destroyed in an unfortunate laboratory accident when I was just a child. Understandably, you wouldn't have all the details."
She leaned forward, lifting the tea cup and saucer in front of her. She took a long, slow sip from the teacup, savouring the exotic blend of tea. She'd made sure to cater to Akechi's sweet tooth - having read his online blog where he reviewed various foods around the city of Tokyo. Mitsuru gave a subtle smirk at his naive interpretation of Shadows before setting the teacup down again.
"Is that your theory then? That the Phantom Thieves are nothing but Shadows? Interesting. Though from our research, they aren't that nuanced or intelligent," She added, a sense of curiosity in her voice. "Still, it's a good theory. And it's plausible, given the data available."
Mitsuru lifted a hand to her chest, giving him a rather feigned look of shock. "Are you accusing the Shadow Operatives?" She asked. "I assure you, mon ami, that neither I nor anyone under my employment is involved in the Phantom Thieves' exploits. What I can tell you is that the Shadow Operatives have been keeping a keen eye on the situation from afar. But from our perspective, there's no harm being done if criminals are being served justice. Wouldn't you agree?"
She shook her head and sighed. "Though I suppose they could be using these incidents as a way to gain the public's trust before branching out into more nefarious business."
She straightened up and gave Akechi a sharp, determined look. "Here's what I'll do," she began, voice as sharp as her gaze. "Most of the units within the Shadow Operatives are currently busy with research and missions across the world. But I have... connections with a smaller unit that can put aside their normal lives to work when needed. This group includes me. We can help as best as we can, given our work schedules allow it."
"I see. That is quite a shame." He didn't want to press too far. After all, she was likely already suspicious as to how he obtained the information he already had. Yes, he was a detective and worked with the police, but there was only so much highly classified government intel a normal officer could obtain.
As a waiter brought a try of various pastries to him, he nodded his thanks and accepted. She'd done her research on him too it seemed, and it proved she was equally shrewd and calculating. He couldn't underestimate her. "I am unsure if they are shadows, or if they are perhaps using shadows to get what they want." He falsely admitted, biting into one of the pastries. It was quite delicious, but he managed to keep a straight face.
In reality, he was certain that they were persona users, but that bit of intelligence he was going to keep to himself.
"That's why I've come to the task force, as I'm quite unfamiliar with these shadows, and I know when to admit that I'm over my head." Akechi shook his head, taking another morsel of tart. "That is not what I intended to imply. I do not believe they are members of your organization. I believe they are located in Tokyo. Just... that they have similar abilities to the members of your organization."
The detective prince's eyes narrowed. "Is changing hearts truly justice? These criminals are being forced to reform, instead of having the choice to become better people on their own terms. They are taking away the rights of the cops and the judiciary system to met justice, by arrest, prosecution, and reformation inside our own system. And yes, who knows what their end goals truly are?" His determined gaze met her own once more.
After a moment, it seemed she agreed to help him. He let out a small sight of relief, and it wasn't entirely faked. Mitsuru Kirijo was a force to be reckoned with, and she would prove a great asset in figuring out the identities of the thieves. That wasn't if she didn't figure out his ulterior motives sooner though... He'd have to be on his guard around her at all times. "You have my utmost gratitude. This case has been a struggle for a normal man such as myself." He made to stand, as he finished off the a key lime pie. Akechi put his glove back on before taking out his card. "I'll make sure the local police know to cooperate with you once you're in Tokyo. When should I expect your team's arrival?"
Izumi was already starting to regretting putting her guitar away. When she was anxious - which was most of the time - she didn't like having her hands free. Having one of her guitars slung over her shoulder meant that, if nothing else, she could riff or noodle around. Sometimes when she was at home and someone texted her, Izumi would just stare at her phone in her trembling hands, unable to think of how to respond. In times like that, sometimes tossing her phone away and spending a couple minutes playing a comfort song helped her relax.
"Mmhmm," Izumi whimpered in agreement. "It feels like every other g-great Japanese guitarist has passed through the band." Izumi honestly wasn't sure how many guitarists BAKEMONO had gone through in their time together, but she couldn't name any of them, even among the touring-only players, who was anything other than excellent. "It wouldn't be hard to replace m-me..." Intellectually, she was pretty sure that the band wouldn't do that, and Michiko probably wouldn't let them even if they wanted to, but... the possibility was always there, wasn't it?
Even though she'd finished eating, Izumi took her plate back into her lap, dragging chopsticks back and forth just so that she'd quit turning her hands over each other. The other concern, unspoken, was that she didn't know if she'd have enough time to leave an impact. Akiyama-san and Nakamura-san were getting older, and she couldn't imagine the band going forward without either of them. The only thing worse than getting fired for not being good enough, would be getting the reputation as the guitarist who killed the band.
Ibuki's question had the temporary effect of pulling Izumi's attention back from her thoughts. "Huh? Um, we actually have a new album coming out later this year. We just haven't announced it yet because..." Izumi frowned, brows furrowing as she tried to recall. "I think the label didn't want to commit to releasing it until they saw how the non-album singles performed, but now they're just coordinating the marketing and trying to pick a date. I think it should be announced pretty soon."
Her thoughtful expression quickly gave way to a squeak of panic, hands flailing back and forth to the point of knocking her plate to the ground. "W-wait, that's supposed to be a s-s-secret! J-just forget I said anything about that, s-senpai! I m-meant to say, 'yeah it would be c-cool to do a n-new album!'" The question about writing her own songs was entirely forgotten as she tried to do damage control. This was why second-guessing everything she said was good, actually! Otherwise the wrong words just tumbled out!
"Oh psssh." Ibuki waved her hands as if she was physically pushing the statement away. "Why would they get rid of you for no reason? You can rock the notes the OGs left you with the rest of 'em and you're so young! Just think of how far you'll get in a couple years! Just cause you like haven't been seen on stage yet... Well nothing wrong with that until you're ready!" And now she knew why Oni hadn't appeared in person still. She could tell that Izumi was incredibly nervous and shy already. Maybe she could help her break away from that a little bit.
The rocker wasn't sure where to start though, as she chewed some chow mein thoughtfully. She'd always been extremely extroverted, and she could imagine it would be hard for someone shy to play music. The screaming crowds, the pressure to succeed, it was intense even for her sometimes.
"Woooow really!?" Ibuki gasped, pumping her arms in excitement, her eyes lighting up. "Ibuki had no idea! Rad!" She grinned as Izumi realized what she'd done. She'd figured as much, since it obviously wasn't public knowledge. "Ohohoho... Ibuki is honored to get so many secrets from Izumi chan! She'll be the best secret keeper at this rate." She grinned devilishly. "Yeah what new album!?" She added with a wink, as she set her plate down, now finished.
"Feel free to get seconds!" She offered, as she stood up. "Ibuki is pumped up now and what better way to let that energy loose then to play a song?!" She picked up her jazzmaster. "All of Ibuki's songs are originals but she hopes you enjoy them!" She plugged the guitar into a nearby amp and fiddled with it for a few moments, testing some basic notes until it was to her liking.
The musician then began to play a heavy sounding song. The lyrics seemed to transition from pop to screaming as she sung into the microphone in front of her. It was her most famous song, "From me to you too." In between the lyrics, she started headbanging.
Hinata frowned a little at his words. "I like it. It tastes nice," she told him. Who said only kids drink lemonade? It was refreshing and that was all that mattered!
She blinked in surprise, seeing Bakugo drink almost all of his beer in one gulp! Was he that thirsty? He was even asking for more! "Y-you can drink more after finishing the whole glass just now?" she asked in surprise. How high was his tolerance for alcohol? She was a little worried that he'd end up not being able to tolerate much more. "P-please don't overdo it!" she muttered.
"It's in Konoha - uh, my home," she replied, feeling slightly nostalgic. "They had really good ramen...and this place tastes just as good." Hinata blushed at Bakugo's compliment. "T-thank you!" she muttered.
"I guess I just didn't pass by this area often. But perhaps I'll do it from now on." It was nothing to worry about. Besides, cooking with Bakugo was most of the time more fun than eating out. She couldn't help smiling a little before drinking more of her lemonade until she finished it.
Hinata felt a small blush form on her face at Bakugo's suggestion of an alcoholic drink. "B-but I do not want to be drunk and carried home. Besides...I'm actually worried you might not be able to take more. At least, I can help you get home if you're too drunk," she said honestly.
"Tch, of course I can. We ain't those little kids in the hero course anymore. I can handle a few beers easy." Maybe it was because she didn't drink, but he tried not to take her worrying personally. After all, she was just concerned about him. If anyone else insinuated he' was that much of a light weight though....
"Oh yer home huh? That village where you grew up as a ninja?" It was rare for her to talk about her home at all, although he wasn't sure why. It seemed to bring her pain whenever she brought it up though, so he tried not to pry too much. He briefly wondered what kind of place it was, as he brought the hot noodles to his mouth. They were really good, though he didn't feel the same nostalgia that they surely brought to Hinata.
"Yeah you should." He nodded, taking a sip of his new beer. "I wouldn't mind coming with you again either." He grinned at the way she blushed, as he finished up his noodles. "I'd have a lot of fun carrying you home though, babyface," he teased easily, before scowling. "Tch, like hell I'm gonna get drunk off of two beers. What the hell do you take me for!?"
The explosion king was tempted to get a third beer, just to prove her wrong, but he abstained. "Well guess if you don't wanna drink and you've had your fill, do you wanna head back to my place for a bit?" He didn't want the night to end so quickly.
"I guess that's the case but I suppose with everything going on I doubt either of us really had more than a few minutes free."
*Funny that both of them actually recognised that this was a rare occurance for them both. However that being said things were changing and as the more experienced members it was only right that they discuss their new leader and what's to happen going forwards.*
"It's probably easier for us to move out if we stay near the dorm so the rooftop would be good."
*Was he unaware of the fact Mitsuru just said that they could go to the city if they wanted to? Not really, Akihiko heard it but thought that if something were to happen it would be hard to get back on time. Although that didn't mean that a day trip was out of the question, next time they were free it was a trip to wilduck burger. Maybe she would like it there as a change of pace?*
A wry chuckle escaped her red lips. It wasn't likely that they would be attacked at the dorm so soon after the last time, and they were far off from the next full moon. It was so like him to be so concerned for the safety of the others though. "You've always been such a worrywart, Akihiko," she teased her friend softly. "Even if there were another attack so quickly, I have no doubt our team is more than capable now."
Yet, she still turned towards the staircase. "Tres bien. Alright, the rooftop it is." She agreed with a nod and made her way up.
As she opened the door, a cool breeze greeted her, as well as the sounds of the city below. The heiress walked over to the railing, crossing her arms over it to peer at the city below. Everything looked so tiny from the top of the dorms.
"How are you healing up by the way? I am sure that you're no doubt raring to get back to battles, but you needn't push yourself too hard." She flashed him a small glance, before turning her attention back to the city. She knew how stubborn he could be.
Patience. Yes, she knew something about that. Whether it had been watching him teach a bear how to dance and carry schoolbooks while the rest of their classmates cowered in a corner, or watching him sleep in his glass coffin on Jabberwock Island after the final five survivors had been awakened from their simulation, Sonia Nevermind knew about patience when it came to Gundham Tanaka. Alongside with admiration, yearning, love, and a deep-rooted belief that he would never look fondly upon her, whether she'd become a remnant of despair or if they were simply classmates with their supposedly entire futures ahead of them, before they'd been stolen away.
And frankly, besides pushing herself on him as something, someone, he didn't want, Sonia Nevermind was fucking done with patience. A world away from the devastation in Novoselic, no one needed her to be a queen right now. They'd seen hell and caused a near-armageddon: they were long past any sort of innocent courtship and first kisses.
They were also past feeling any sort of surprise regarding sexual assault. Not that it was something Sonia condoned, but it was something she understood as she listened to his confession. A club of which she wished she wasn't a member, but if he expected her to be disgusted by him, he was sorely mistaken.
"You could never hurt me," She replied honestly. He could cut her, he could break her, he could bite her and rip her to shreds, limb from limb or simply take her entire heart in his fist and crush it into a fine pulp and it wouldn't hurt. Because it was him. Because Sonia had decided a long time ago that, where it truly mattered, she was his. She was always his.
"But Gundham..." She whispered against his lips in-between kisses. It was a battle she didn't want to fight, pulling away from the intoxicating taste and feel of his lips in order to drive her point home with words. Actions, as it was said, spoke louder than words but her conscience couldn't let her proceed without him truly understanding what he meant to her. "Much of my reign of terror involved acts of assault and rape. I've had sex with men, women, non-binary individuals, several of our classmates, and Junko Enoshima. And Gundham..." She trailed off, her fingers tracing over his cheek, the strong angle of his jawline, her thumb brushing his lips before trailing down towards his neck. Towards the buttons of his shirt that she so longed to tear away.
"Each and every time, I wished they were you."
She couldn't bring up the courage to add on If you think I'm disgusting, I understand. If you want to leave, I understand. If she did, the rest of her bravery would be shot as she took a half-step from him. In order to bring her hands to the fabric belt of her dress, undoing the bow and letting the ties fall to the side. With shaking hands, then, she reached up to the top button of her dress.
Pop!
An exposed collarbone, less jagged than it had been once he'd woken up and she'd decided to properly eat instead of drinking her calories.
Pop!
The soft, pale skin over her fluttering heartbeat, and the top line of her cleavage. The amount of skin her family had once called decent, with anything more making her appear cheap and easy.
Pop!
The tops of her breasts, full and highlighted by the scalloped edge of her black lacy bra.
Pop!
Where black lace covered silk, accented by a small rosette, holding the delicate, near-transparent cups together. Maybe if she'd been sixteen and innocent instead of twenty-two and, in the eyes of the world, an irredeemable monster, she'd be nervous about him seeing her in her underwear.
But that wasn't why she gulped. Why her hands shook, nearly tearing the button from the thread as she reached the fastening just below her bra. She kept her gaze on him, but instead of just love and desire, her eyes spoke the apology that her words couldn't manage to form.
Pop!
She was sorry. So sorry, that she gave herself to him like this. She wouldn't cry: no matter what, in her haze of lust and want and need and too much wine at dinner, she wouldn't cry when the first bit of scarred, marled skin began to show. She hadn't turned on the cabin's lights: the moonlight was more than sufficient to cast its glow upon her ugly secret.
Grafted skin, not out of medical need but obsession and vanity. Even now, she could hear Junko's voice in her ear reminding her of what her mother had assured her for her entire life: it wasn't her mind, or her wealth that really mattered in securing the royal lineage. It was her beauty, and if she lost it, Sonia Nevermind, Queen of Novoselic, would be nothing.
So when Junko died, at Junko's own urging, she'd taken Junko's beauty, her flawless skin and attached it to her own. Or rather, the scientists she'd tortured and blackmailed in Novoselic to do it for her, despite the complications. The jagged scars, the oozing infections, the red and purpled and at times, yellowed skin that covered her abdomen. It had been a goddamn feeding frenzy for the Remnants of Despair to take what they wanted from their leader: Fuyuhiko took an eye, Mikan...well, the less spoken of what Mikan took the better. But Sonia had taken Junko's very beauty for her own, and when her mind had been returned to a state of sanity and she'd woken up, realizing what she'd done, she'd screamed and thrashed and sobbed so hard that it had taken three members of the Future Foundation to hold her down, just so she wouldn't hurt herself with a bit of broken mirror she'd reached for, desperately trying to slice her own throat with it.
Pop!
The next button had been enough to loosen the waistline of her dress, the weight of fabric enough to slide down her shoulders and fall from her shaking, trembling hands, pooling into a heap at her feet. It revealed the matching pair of black lace panties she wore but, more importantly, the extent of her devotion as a Remnant of Despair. Any intimacy she shared with anyone now...there was no hiding who she'd been and what she was.
"I-" She choked out as she stepped out of her sandals and the mess of fabric on the floor. She still couldn't manage to voice an apology, but she could at least keep her gaze on him. And wish, if not beg, for his approval. Or at least an affirmation that he'd seen her now, all of her, and wouldn't leave her alone.
Gundham was glad that she didn't seem to wish to wait any longer than he did, even though he would wait till the end of time for her. They had lingered long enough for this moment, and been through so much, good and bad. Yet, he fully expected her to reject him at his confession. To pull away, to shut down, something, anything, because that was what he felt he deserved. Instead, she reassured him once more that he could never hurt her.
He'd barely managed to stay away as a remnant, and had managed to keep that small part of him that loved the princess locked away somewhere. There had been times that he'd wanted to hunt her down, to take what he wanted. He'd been so impulsive and selfish back then, and he'd wanted to cause nothing but pain. Killing her was the one thing he knew that would cause him the greatest despair and break him beyond repair. Yet, he'd held out.
Even as she kissed him once more instead of rejecting him, paired with the fact that he hadn't hurt her back then, he still loathed himself for having those thoughts alone. Sonia must have seen the conflict, or even the disbelief on his face, because she continued.
A war of emotions crossed his features at her words. Immediately, he felt relieved that he wasn't the only one. Then, he felt disgusted that he felt relieved that she'd had to endure the same things as him. He felt empathy and understanding. And, of course, that little green bit of jealousy that reared it's head that she'd been with other people.
Mine. It seemed to say.
"You were... thinking of me? Even back then?" The last feeling that came to him was a tad bit of bashfulness that she could brazenly admit such a thing. The pure acceptance and adoration emitting from her nearly drove him to tears, but he wouldn't ruin this moment. He reigned in his emotions once more, and kissed her deeply, trying to pour the same understanding and love that she had given him into her.
The breeder turned his gaze to her as she stepped away, and fumbled with the first button on her dress. He tried, and failed, to stop the silly hue of red that seemed to tint his cheeks as the buttons came off one by one. It wasn't like this was his first time, he reminded himself, and he was a grown man in his twenties now. However, it was still with the woman he loved, and he'd never seen her in her underwear.
He could tell she was nervous, and as her gaze met his in open apology, he realized it was for an all too different reason then his own. The next button fell away to reveal patches on her skin that seemed different from her own. Jagged scars marred her porcelain skin, and he knew whose skin had been grafted on her almost immediately: Knew that skin as it had been in contact with his own as a remnant.
As the final button popped away, and the dress pooled down to the ground, he stood. He certainly felt sad that she'd done such a thing to her own skin. She'd been beautiful as she was, but even still, he found her beautiful now. And it wasn't like he was without his own relic from his time as a remnant.
He put his finger to her lips, hushing any apology she was likely trying to form. "You have no need to apologize." It was his turn to take a step back. He unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly, exposing his chest. He was finally regaining some muscle after being bed ridden for so long, his work on the farm helping build his strength back up immensely, though he was still not as in shape as he wished to be in this moment. He removed the shirt and threw it to the ground. His left arm was wrapped in bandages, and he slowly unraveled them to reveal the arm underneath.
Around his shoulder, the skin color changed to that same hue that adorned those spots on Sonia. His biceps and triceps were significantly smaller on his left arm, as those of a women would be. The arm continued down to the wrist, where it seemed to change back into his normal hand. "We all have our scars."
He closed the distance between them once more, embracing her gently. Even now, Junko Enoshima haunted them. But he wouldn't let her ruin this moment. "I still love you. You are still just as beautiful to me." He intertwined their hands, as he leaned down and kissed the marred skin, making his way over the different scars, noting where each and every one lay.
He gently led her back to the bed and set her down, kissing her on the lips once more. He kicked his dress shoes off haphazardly onto the floor somewhere and stood in front of the bed.
Click.
He unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his pants. He suddenly felt apprehensive again, but it was only fair since she was only in her underwear. And damn was she wearing a matching black set? He'd been so caught up in making her comfortable, that he was now shamelessly staring at how gorgeous and sexy she looked in them. "You really are so fucking beautiful." He practically growled out, and the distraction helped him drop his pants finally, where he left them on the floor.
He got in bed with her once more, and set about kissing her neck gently. Her skin was so soft and supple, and he lightly nibbled it. "Last chance, my love. If you do not tell me to abstain soon, I will not be able to hold back any longer," he whispered into her ear.
// Leaving to go camping today. I'll be back Sunday evening and should get to some things Monday.
Take care my beautiful people <3
The polite, professional smile didn't fade as he mentioned her company's shady history. She was quite used to the criticism from the media and the public over the years since she took over. It was nothing she couldn't handle.
"Takeba was only an employee," she corrected. "He was under the direct command of my grandfather and father. He was simply doing as he was told. He was not to blame for the mistakes of my relatives."
"You are correct. Shadows are cognitive beings. They represent a variety of things, but mainly they represent the general emotions of society. Think of them as suppressed thoughts given a physical form."
She crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward, listening as Akechi detailed his theory on how the Phantom Thieves worked. Shadows were only part of the Kirijo Group's research. And if he hadn't mentioned Personas or the Metaverse, then there was a large chance he didn't know about them.
But she couldn't rule out that he was keeping information from her.
"I see... I suppose I could divulge a little more about the Militia Unit that I've created to work with the Japanese Police Force. I'm sure you've heard of the Shadow Operatives? They are a confidential operation under my control in collaboration with law enforcement, but surely a talented young detective such as you has heard of them, no?"
"Oh I see. My apologies then." She seemed, rather oddly, protective of Takeba, even going so far as to blame her blood relatives instead. How interesting. It seemed that blood was no more important to her then it was to him. Obviously he was missing some key details in what exactly had transpired in the Kirijo corps lab. Leave it to that failure of a father of his to give him such lack luster intel.
"Hmm... how intriguing. The idea of such beings is quite ludicrous, but considering how the phantom thieves have been forcefully changing people's hearts, it makes sense." He nodded, his hand placed under his chin in thought.
He played it off as if he were a normal detective being informed of the existence of such creatures, one who had already had his suspicions. It certainly sounded like the shadows she was familiar with were the same as the ones he had encountered.
Crimson hues met her own and he gave her a brief nod. There was no use pretending that he hadn't heard of them. "I have, yes. Which is why I decided to come. I have heard many mentions of a secret task force that deals with these shadows. After researching your company, I came to the conclusion that perhaps the phantom thieves were using these same shadows."
It didn't seem likely she knew much more about the phantom thieves themselves. "Tell me, is this not a case that would not warrant investigation from the Shadow Operatives? I understand it is a bit out of the way, but from what I've heard, you lot travel all over the world anyway. It is difficult to catch thieves if they are able to harness such supernatural abilities. I believe we need to fight fire with fire. Might you come to our aid, Miss, Kirijo?"
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah) All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this (ah, ha, ha, ha) Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off
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(Honestly I probably could have put the entirety of this song's lyrics here for Gundham/Sonia but this was probably the most relatable of it all)
// Ahh it's fits them so well! Especially the moment they're having right now.
Closed Starter for @phantasmalnightmare
"Are you free to talk?"
*Normally Mitsuru would be the one to initiate conversion by reminding him not to go overboard with his patrols or many other things but this time it was he who started the exchange. It had been some time since he had been out of action for this long but now that the okay was given they did have some things to discuss.
Namely what they had seen that night when Minato awakened to his persona and his attempts to get Shinjiro to rejoin the team. After all it was probably pointless to do this without her knowing right? Besides what happened that day would have affected her too now that Akihiko thought about it.*
"Ah, Akihiko? How unusual. It's not often that you request a chat." Of course, much had happened recently with Minato taking over as leader. Yet, he'd always been the type to simply follow orders and punch shadows, not worrying about the details.
"But, of course we may. Is it a discussion you wish to keep confidential?" It was hard to find somewhere private at the dorms, since at least one member of the team was usually there. It wasn't like he hadn't been in her room before either, but she preferred not to have people inside of it.
"Perhaps we should head up to the rooftop then? I can't guarantee we won't be overheard there, but it's likely the most secluded spot in the dorm. Or I suppose we could venture out into the city if you wish."
A finger pressed onto the button of a fan before it hummed to life. Hinata hummed in content and a smile pulled on her lips. "I'd like to stay here," she said, pulling just a little on her collar to let some of the air flow beneath her shirt. The weather was so hot! She turned to her boyfriend. "Do you want to join? It's really refreshing!" (A small surprise to make up for being slow with threads) (For Bakugo) (bloomingtalent)
"Tch it's just a fan. Why not go to a pool or something?" Bakugo shrugged, but he took a seat next to her in the room. It was really damn hot, and he knew it could affect his mood, so he immediately stripped his shirt off at least, sweat already pooling on his chest. "Do they have room service? Some lemonade would be fucking awesome right now."
At least it didn't look like he would be punching an old woman in the face, but she wasn't spared of Mikey's irritation. Sonia quickly waved off another apology towards her, who hadn't been afraid to comment how rude the young man was, wondering where were his manners and who could have raised him. Truthfully, Sonia wondered the same, but less out of indignation and more along the lines of how he'd become a notorious fighter before he even reached high school, to the point that both high school boys and grown men had heard of, if not were wary of, his prowess.
A conversation for another time, when he was less fired up and likely to get into a fight with someone, presumably to channel the energy somewhere. "Well, would it be so upsetting to look alike?" She asked, her giggly expression softening some at his sour one. "But that woman may simply have failing eyesight and only registered blonde hair and the height difference." Sonia opted not to mention that, height aside, Mikey did look like he belonged in middle school, especially in the rented school uniforms they wore. Something he clearly resented.
A part of her wanted to tell him not to grow up too quickly, that even the few years' age difference made her feel, at times, a decade his senior rather than a high schooler. What he'd witnessed that day upon meeting her was only the tip of the organized crime iceberg, ice she was hesitant to break. Mikey was a delinquent, but he wasn't a terrible person. He should be spared of her and everything that came with having Sonia Nevermind in one's life, and yet she wasn't about to warn him.
"I doubt that is all you're good for, punching and kicking," She repeated his own praises with a smile. That was something to admire in and of itself, but it shouldn't define him. "You are Toman's leader, therefore you know something of how to lead, to have people look up to you and listen to you when you speak. As physically strong as you are, Mikey-kun, don't discount the strength in here." She raised one manicured nail and gently pressed the tip of her finger against his chest, just over his heart.
Sonia's eyes widened slightly. Even through the uniform, he was remarkably solid. Perhaps if that old woman's eyesight was better, she would have hesitated to call Mikey her little brother: clearly he wasn't built like one.
"A snack would be lovely, thank you," She agreed. Probably for the best: she'd hoped he'd bring back sweets. That would distract them from any potential awkwardness. He probably didn't like to be touched and she wasn't accustomed to being so familiar with someone she barely knew. But Mikey was fun, there was an ease about him that in turn kept Sonia's own overthinking at bay. Maybe it was how silly he wasn't afraid to be that afternoon, or how fast he rode his motorcycle or how he wasn't hesitant in teasing her when most would have been too afraid to press her buttons.
Or perhaps it was the fact he'd had a care to bring back both sweet and salty snacks. Sonia's eyes lit up at both and when he offered them to her, she didn't hesitate to take a handful of kettle corn and several chunks of the deep-fried pastry on a fork. "Oh, this looks delicious!" She exclaimed. "The popcorn is familiar, but I have never seen such a pastry before. Mmm, the strawberries are so wonderful with it!"
As was the show. The floats, castle, and sky lit up in an array of lights and images, depicting the popular fairy tales Disney was known for and encouraging kids to never stop dreaming. A good message, Sonia thought, as she watched the fireworks explode in colors of red, blue, green, and gold in the sky. Soon enough, it was all over, and they were weaving through the departing crowds: she needed to return the rented uniforms and they'd need to navigate traffic, something likely easier to do by motorcycle.
"You know, I wanted to ask earlier and simply forgot," She remarked to him once she'd left the uniform rental shop, back in her own sleek, designer attire and heels. The ear headband was tucked away into her purse: she refused to leave them behind, but she'd be damned if they were knocked off by the helmet she'd soon wear. "How did you become such a talented motorcycle rider? The maneuvers you used this afternoon to escape my security weren't things that your average rider would dare to attempt. Not unless they wanted to be skinned alive by the pavement."
Mikey was still fuming a bit, and it didn't help that the old lady had muttered something about being raised with no manners. His Grandpa and Shinichiro had raised him quite well, he wanted to shout, but he didn't want to cause even more of a scene. It wasn't his failed upbringing that caused his fiery rage, but the fact that his brother was taken from him much too soon. He wanted to cause a huge speculation right then and there, but he didn't want to ruin the memory of this moment for Sonia, so instead he managed a deep breath as they plopped down into the spot.
"Nah, that's not what bothers me." He didn't elaborate further. The Toman leader wasn't quite sure what did bother him so much, aside from the height difference. Maybe it was simply that he didn't want her to think of him as a kid. He wanted to be treated as an equal. Besides, even though she was older, it was by only two, maybe three years, tops. He fiddled with his jacket, still brooding a bit. The sight of the ugly, rented thing didn't help his sour mood.
Thankfully, Sonia was there to pull him out of it, even though her words suddenly made his face flush. He couldn't explain why, even though at the end of the day, he had wanted that acknowledgement in the first place, hadn't he? Yet, the words she spoke were suddenly much too embarrassing, which only worsened when she placed her hand where his heart should be. The heart, that he could feel slowly vanishing within the darkness.
"Tch, what kinda corny shit is that?" Mikey looked away, hoping she didn't notice the shade of red his face had now turned. He'd never been touched by a girl in the first place, aside from his sister. "Yeah, I s'pose my men do look up to me and listen to me." He mumbled. "Thanks." He did hear the rumors of him being a charismatic and strong leader, but it was hard to think of himself that way sometimes.
Luckily, the trip to the snack stand was a welcome distraction, so he could slow his breathing down for an all too different reason now. Anger was so much easier then this... whatever feeling it was. Was he feeling... bashful? It was certainly not something that Mikey was used to, but by the time he arrived with the food, he'd managed to rail it in, and he was back to the laid back and cocky Toman leader.
At least that's what he told himself as he took a bite of funnel cake himself. "Yeah it's called Funnel Cake. You can really only find it at amusement parks and it's so freaking good!" His eyes lit up as the sweet flavor melted in his mouth, and he wiggled in excitement a bit, unable to stop his childlike demeanor from making its presence known.
Hopefully Sonia was too distracted to notice as the show started. Although, he didn't do himself any favors in appearing mature, making appreciative oohs every once and awhile, his eyes glimmering with unspoken joy. The message was good, but the irony wasn't lost on him. The heiress wasn't quite an adult yet, and but she was never allowed to dream. And all he had was dreams, but there was a good chance he wouldn't be able to fulfill them if he lost his battle to his dark side.
He was more than happy to be back in his Toman uniform once they got back to the rental shop after the show, though he was certainly getting a lot of gawks and wide eyed stares from the families milling about now. He tucked the ears in the inside pocket of his jacket as they headed to where he'd parked his motorcycle. He wouldn't be caught dead with them on outside of the park.
"Well my big bro, Shinichiro, taught me. He took me on rides since I was a baby, and I got my first bike when I was four. Of course, he didn't let me do anything too crazy until I was older. But I've just been riding as long as I can walk I guess. All thanks to him. He taught me to love bikes." He grinned easily as they made it back to his pristine bike. "I guess our day is over Princess." His grin fell quickly, as he handed her the helmet.
"Guess I should take you back. Though... I'm guessing I can't just drop you off at your fancy pants mansion. Your Mom will probably try and shoot me for kidnapping you and all that." He held out his hand in order to help her onto the seat, and turned on the bike. The roar of the engine filled the now mostly empty parking lot. "Where to? The sky is the limit. I can get you anywhere you want."
This was all going down the hill right now. and as much as Ouri wanted to kill him, there was something about what was going on that was going to make him question things anyway. To pull something like this without even telling him.
Tamon wasn't thinking. Even so, he could just smile and bare it – let the fans go insane about the two of them being together. But the rest of the group is gonna know that there would be no way in hell they liked each other.
Even if Ouri' small crush on Tamon before ever slipped, he could lie about it. After all, getting to know the other, he was very unsure how he felt about him someday, and his temper got the better of him. ( Maybe his temper was his own twisted way of showing love but He won't admit anything.) Right now, he was keeping his fake smile onto his face.
Now he had to look forward to this fake date and to stay in character a lot longer then he wanted to do today. Though his eyes where staring at the other. Having to pretend to be — that shy, he let out a small chuckle from his lips. “ Oh I know, you been ever so kind and accepting how I want to take our relationship!” his heart was racing, ( what the heck is going on with him.) He let out a fake laugh from his lips.
Though even with the fans losing it, they left that area, and he watched the other bolt away. There was something that was still burning inside, and he was going to lose it. He did follow the other and before he even open the door, he could hear the other mutter to himself. his eye twitched a little and kicked open the door before walking into the room, slamming it.
“ You got me to be kidding me!” he had storm over to the other and grabbed him by the shirt and held him closely to him. “ You couldn't warn me before you pulled that? Now look what we have to do! We have two hours to think of how the date going to be, how we have to act! If you liked me that badly you should have said something before you pulled this mess! Damn it you dumbass! ” he was shouting into the other's face.
“If you are going to start pulling the trash talk about yourself, I'm going to punch you. Fucking man up because we don't have time for you to act like this! ”
It was easy enough to fake it, until he made it to the dressing room, where he just knew a full on meltdown was in store. His mask immediately slipped, as he slumped down to the floor, crying.
Please don't let him follow please don't let him follow-
His prayers went unanswered as Ouri's furious voice pulled him out of his slump, if only for a moment. He shrieked, and shrank down as small as possible. "I'm so sorry Ouri Kun!" He bowed on the ground, holding onto the other male's pant leg pathetically. "I wasn't thinking and that knife was so scary, even though I know I'm worthless and that I should have just let my fan stab me so at least someone would be happy. Instead I dragged you into it!"
His fellow idol's words made him pause for a moment.
If he liked him so much.
Why had he gone to Ouri first? Sure, he had always admired the prince, but he knew how much he couldn't stand Tamon's guts from the constant beratements he received from him. Any of the others would have been much easier to deal with. Natsuki and Rintaro would have been mostly unfazed by it, although he wasn't sure if they would play along. Keito certainly would have pretended to be his boyfriend for the right financial donation.
His thoughts didn't distract him from his outburst long. "P-please don't punch me! Even though trash like me deserves it! Isn't 2 hours long enough for a ten minute meltdown!?" He tried his best to collect himself.
"For the date... I dunno. It's not like I've ever gone on one before." The ones with Kinoshita had been purely as a friend after all... "I can't possibly plan one. I was just going to leave that up to Hottiehara when the time comes... I guess we already decided on a movie." It seemed his crying had finally settled down, despite the one mushroom that had sprouted on his head.
Hinata rushed into the entrance of her clan's mansion, searching for her father and Hanabi. "Father?" she called out to him as she went from room to room before hearing footsteps from the courtyard.
She walked towards it before seeing her father training with her little sister, Hanabi. "Father! W-what happened with the Hokage mansion?"
Her father turned around for a moment before his eyes widened. "Hinata? Is that you?"
Hinata was surprised to hear her father's speaking slightly softer. "Y-yes, I know I was away for-" But he cut her off.
"I didn't think you'd return. You've been gone for some time."
Hinata lowered her head. "I-I know but I didn't know how. And I saw the Hokage mansion destroyed! What happened?"
Her father's eyes hardened while Hanabi looked slightly worried. "It was a surprise attack! But this might not be the last one."
"A-and Naruto?"
"He was slightly wounded from it but he has decided to find the source of it with some other shinobi. There's also speculation that Sasuke Uchiha might be involved in it."
Her eyes widened for a moment. "W-where is Naruto?"
"He was on the Hokage mountain some hours ago. But he said he'd depart today."
He was leaving? "Why are are you still outside if you know the village was attacked?" she asked but her father's expression didn't soften.
"I have sent some clan members along to search for whoever did this. Besides, it is important to prepare for the next possible assault. This is the best way to be prepared!"
Hinata's gaze saddened a little as he turned away from her and continued focusing on her sister. She thought her father had changed. Perhaps he did a little...but the coldness in his eyes still remained like she remembered in her childhood. She turned away to leave the compound, hoping she could find Naruto before he departed. Maybe...he was at the hospital?
Bakugo continued to wander around the small village. It looked to be in disarray, various buildings destroyed, although he didn't know if that was simply the way it normally looked or not. He felt like he had been transported to the past or something.
"Oi!" He finally shouted at a villager wearing a headband, after wandering around for so long. The villager immediately went on guard, pulling out what looked like... a shuriken? Was he a ninja or something? Hinata had told him that she was from a village of ninja before.
"Put that damn thing away!" He growled. "I'm just looking for someone. Her name is Hinata Hyuga. Have you seen her?" He pulled out a picture of her from inside his wallet.
The ninja stared at the photo as if it was some sort of sorcery. "The Hyugas? Their mansion is right up this road." He still looked wary, but seemed to relax just a little.
Bakugo raised his hand in a simple wave as thanks, before heading down the road. He finally reached a mansion whose nameplate bore the name Hyuga. "Damn so she's a rich girl, huh?" He peeked his head in the gate, red hues scanning the area. "Hinata! You have some explaining to do God dammit!"
Rules: List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms!
Gin Ichimaru(Bleach)
Gundham Tanaka(Danganronpa)
Katsuki Bakugo(My Hero Academia)
Goro Akechi(Persona)
Erza Scarlet(Fairy Tail)
Manjiro Sano(Tokyo Revengers)
Albedo(Overlord)
Aqua(Kingdom Hearts)
Zenos Yae Galvus(Final Fantasy)
Levi Ackerman(Attack on Titan)
Stolen from: @muses-galore
Tagging: Whoever wants tooooo
@phantasmalnightmare || Liked for a Starter! (Mitsuru & Akechi)
"The Kirijo Group is an open book," Mitsuru explained, a smile forming on her lips. "If you have any questions about the way we run our companies, I'd be glad to answer them."
She had an idea as to why he was here. Since the Phantom Thieves' appearance, people had questioned whether the Kirijo Group was involved. Seeing as the Thieves' modus operandi was shrouded in mystery, it reminded people of the exposé on the Kirijo Group and its seedy history with human experimentation.
Unfortunately, Akechi wouldn't find the evidence he was looking for here.
"I must warn you that all of the Kirijo Group's endeavours are legally sound. Including that of the confidential Militarized unit working alongside the national Police," she added. "But please, ask me any questions you might have. I'm all for helping you with your investigation."
The phantom thieves had proved time and time again to be an irksome pain in his side, and yet, he still couldn't quite pinpoint their identities. Akechi wanted to be the only one able to traverse the worlds of palaces, and he was determined to locate the thieves.
Luckily, his bastard Father's Government ties allowed him to come across the series of experimentation that the Kirijo group had undertaken, as well as mentions of "shadows". The resemblance was certainly uncanny.
Yet, try as he might, he could tell the leader of the group wasn't going to budge, or give him any information. "You have my gratitude Ms. Kirijo. Your company, at least now, does seem quite sound legally. I do understand that the experiments were the work of a Mr. Takeba, who is no longer with you." Crimson hues wandered about the building's entrance. "My sources tell me that he was researching... what was it again? Shadows?" It was best to play down his intelligence when dealing with a tycoon or her level, just as he did with Shido. People let their guard down easier around those that they feel are beneath them in that aspect.
"I do believe that the phantom thieves may be using shadows as well. Thus, why I came to investigate. Are you sure there is no information that you can divulvge? They are quite the nefarious group, stealing people's hearts... I fear that they are out of control, and wish to serve them swift justice. Surely, you can understand where I'm coming from."
"YAAAY!" Ibuki bounced up and down with excitement, as she tried to guess which song that Izumi would choose next. It was almost like watching her live, and she knew how lucky she was, since Oni was known to never perform live. She didn't know every Bakemono song, but she tried to keep up with as many bands and artists as she could, and she knew quite a few of their songs, both old and new.
"Ooh." She looked on in interest as the song was selected. "This is an oldie but a goodie!" The musician could tell that the other girl was nervous. "Don't mind me! Just pretend you're jamming out in your room alone, or wherever is most comfy for you! Ibuki is just a notch on your bedpost right now!" She winked playfully, as the girl began to play in earnest.
Before she knew it, she was lost in the tune, head banging once more. She wanted to get up and dance with her whole body, but she managed to hold her excitement back. She had a feeling that would startle Izumi, and cause her to withdraw in her shell once more. It seemed that was inevitable though, as the song ended all too soon, and she could see her kohai visibly retract. She pouted a bit as Izumi placed the guitar back into the case. "D'aw. It's not imposition at all. I'm always down for a jam sesh! Fo sho!"
She blinked a bit, studying her. "You okay though? You seem a little bit down in the dumps now. Music should bring joy not despair!" Ibuki wasn't the smartest, but she was uncannily observant at times. She wouldn't push her for anymore music... for now. "Ibuki would love to hear more sometime but I'll take what I can get. Ibuki is just so lucky to get to hear Oni preform!" She pumped her arm in the air.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Ibuki's multi colored hair seemed to swim behind her as she zoomed to the door, and exchanged pleasantries with the delivery driver, as well as a sizeable tip. She brought in a couple of bags of food and set them down on the now clear table. "Ibuki loves Chinese food since they always get it here so fast!" She took out a couple of paper plates from one of the bags, as her stomach growled loudly. "Let's chow down! Grab whatever you want!" She began to heap fried rice on her plate.
Izumi delicately stacked fried rice and sweet and sour pork on her plate before finding a place to sit where she wasn't at risk of accidentally spilling on anything fancy. "Mm, y-yeah," she murmured. She got delivery a lot these days, when her father was working late, and she forgot to make something for herself while she was recording in her studio. That was one of the benefits that came with living in a truly big city, like Tokyo, unlike her hometown of Saga - there were a lot of places that were open past midnight, and it wasn't weird to order something so often.
The offer of a jam session, at any time of Izumi's choosing, was nice, though she didn't think she'd take her senpai up on it. Even if the other girl was clear that it wasn't any kind of trouble, she couldn't help but feel like she'd be in the way. That was one nice thing about recording almost everything for her band remotely - she never had to feel like she was slowing down more seasoned musicians who already had worked out a process. She'd have felt awful if her inexperience caused any trouble for other people, after all.
If she thought she could get away with it, Izumi would have tried to brush of Ibuki's concerns with a few words - perhaps just attributing everything to her own shyness or awkward nature. Something told her, though, that once Ibuki settled on something, it was hard to shake her from the trail. That being the case, it was probably better just to explain what she felt as briefly as possible, in hopes of not inviting further questions. That would work... right?
"Mm..." In-between bites, Izumi gave a small hum and a frown. "It's j-just that... You're a soloist, right, s-senpai?" Well, she had a backing band, of course, probably, but she was the main attraction. "And all your music is all your own." Setting her food plate down, she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "BAKEMONO has been around s-since way before I was even born." The band was over twice as old as she was, even. "So for a lot of fans, these songs are r-really important, and they have a lot of connections and memories to them... I don't want to let anyone d-down, especially when it comes to the guitar parts originally written by RYUU-san or the other lead guitarists."
Despite the arrival of Chinese food, Ibuki had, in fact, not forgotten about her previous inquiry. She plopped down on her studio chair with a heaping plate of fried rice, honey walnut prawns, and chow mein. She started inhaling the food as if she was a sponge, and it quickly disappeared. At some point, Ibuki realized that she probably wasn't using the best manners. She was used to eating alone, and eating quickly so that she could continue tweaking her latest work. "My bad. Ibuki was hungy." She apologized sheepishly, and tried to slow her consumption down just a little bit.
She gazed at Izumi curiously as she continued to eat, wondering if she would answer her question. Finally, her kohai began to speak. "Ibuki has played with some peeps before, but yeah I do mostly solo yolo gigs." It wasn't that she didn't want to be part of a band necessarily, but it was hard to find others that meshed well with her hyper energy. It was honestly lonely sometimes, especially when some found her personality too lively and even annoying, but she wouldn't pretend to be someone she wasn't.
"Mhm mhm, I see." She responded, as the other girl fidgeted. "That does seem tricky. Ibuki would hate to have to play someone else's music tbh. Sounds like lots would be judging you and comparing you to him." She nodded. "If it makes any difference to you though, I see lots of good things about Oni online. Ibuki thinks you're living up to Ryuu and the others pretty damn well! 'Sides you're a lot younger then those old guys and have less experience, but that doesn't stop you from kicking butt."
One plate down, the musician went and grabbed seconds. Although she didn't grab as much food as she had previously, it was still a fairly decent amount. This time she tried to focus on eating slower as she sat back down. Might as well take the time to savor it while she had company at least. "Have you ever tried writing your own music Izumi chan? Maybe you'd have more fun and feel more relaxed if it was your own piece! Ibuki bets Bakemono would love some new songs too! It's been a hot minute since they released a new album."
