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"Maybe I wasn't brave so much as brazen, but it got me through. I don't want to crash now." Affiliated with niunmei.

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**Akagi && Elsie**

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It originally started off as a kind gesture for an old man. But after people continued to come, Elsie came to realize that holding the door opened had been a dumb move. People continued to pile through the door–this might have been a rush to come to the mall–but the people just wouldn’t stop.

How could she just stop? The door would slam into somebody’s face. And that would be rude! She sighed. This was going to take forever.

Elsie’s lips pursed together the longer she stood here. She just wanted to look around at all the clothes! She sighed once again and put a smile on her face. “I just wanna go,” she murmured through her forced smile.

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The mall was always so crowded during weekends, but Akagi had very little time to actually look around instead of going straight to work, so she put up with it. As she neared the entrance, she noticed a girl holding open the door and wanting to look like she could disappear into thin air. The poor thing. What started out as a nice gesture escalated into this.

"Are you alright?” Akagi approached her, putting a warm smile. “I do believe you can lock the door into place if you pull it open this far. I’ve seen guards do it before,” she placed a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder and pulled the door open with the other far enough so that it locked and stayed open. “There we are. See?”

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          Damn Kou and his idol diet…

          Yuma never minded being the family cook, but he absolutely loathes it when someone just bite more than they could chew. Kou had… fervently begged for him to cook the usual Vongole Bianco with other European dishes. He had already whipped up a buffet when the blond came in and so casually said he couldn’t eat more than one small serving because of his agency’s strict diet.

          Fortunately, there was an archery competition taking place at Hakemoto Uni. Maybe his food won’t be wasted after all..

          The brunet waved the plastic container in the air, attempting to rouse attention from the participants. “Hey, uh… Free food! Would anyone like free food?”

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The archery competition had just ended, and after several long, grueling rounds, Akagi came out on top. The win had set her mood to “awesome”, but god she was hungry! So hungry she could eat huge chunks of metal! After safely stashing her bow away, she lingered behind at the venue to chat with some of her competitors. That was when she heard five beautiful words- words that were music to her hears.

Would anyone like free food?

The brunette practically bowled over several people in her rush to get to the source of the announcement who stood all the way across the roon. He turned out to be a rather tall boy with hair the color of chocolate mousse. Akagi put on her most polite smile- but her appetite shone through in the way she eyed the plastic container. “Ara, how kind of you to offer! What do you have?”

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By  みち丸

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“Calling it archery might be kind of mean to the sport as a whole, really; I can’t aim worth anything,” he admitted, somewhat sheepishly. “The last time I was at an archery range, I ended up breaking a bow on the first arrow.” Or two; was it two? Probably. “But I do know how to use a pistol!”

“Ah– the pistol’s a paintball one, don’t worry,” he hurriedly added. Nothing but paintball pellets came out of it; not so much out of his own choice, though. He missed his usual weapon dearly; thankfully, he hadn’t encountered a vengeful spirit yet. “But I think the principles of aiming and such are the same. Different forms of marksmanship and all that.”

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“Breaking a bow...? Oh, did you perhaps pull on the bowstring a bit too tight?” It wasn’t common, but it wasn’t impossible, either. Unless he was talking about more...grievous injuries. Akagi made a quick, silent player for the bow, may her soul rest in peace, thank you for your service.

At the mention of the pistol, she started, but was quickly assured by his claims of it being one made for paintball. “I would have to agree- both require a steady aim for a shot to land true. Although admittedly I have never tried using a firearm, paintball or otherwise...” Not that she’s ever encountered a situation where she needed to, but she was curious. She peeked at his side, wondering if she’d see the pistol anywhere on his person.

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taking a chance {pearl+akagi}

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Finishing and closing up on time was rare for Pearl— she usually spent the night inside, after having rounded up visitors, cataloguing and re-cataloguing. Tonight was a rare occasion that she felt like a breath of fresh air, though: perhaps she might go sit in the glade in the forest, or maybe take a walk along the beach. The night was long, and she had oodles of empty hours to spare.

Jolted out of her thoughts, Pearl blinked at the girl who’d just rushed forward. She looked a little out of breath, a little frazzled, but she spoke politely, which Pearl always appreciated. “It’s against regulations for visitors to come after hours,” she said slowly, because how she hated to break rules; it’d be unfair to the cluster of other students she’d just kicked out, too. But she supposed the girl really couldn’t have been blamed if she’d only just ended her shift. And she’d only just missed closing time by a thin margin…

“But alright,” Pearl relented, turning the key still in her hand the other way and pushing the door open for the girl. “But only you. And just for a couple of minutes, no more.”

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Akagi felt the little dim light of hope leaving her completely when the other started going through the rule. She’d half-expected this, but to fail as the leader of her group would be unthinkable! The younger ones had come to rely on her, and they’d worked so hard for the project that to fail here would be tantamount to failing them as an upperclassman. 

But that tiny glimmer grew as bright as her thankful smile when the other girl started turning the key and opening the door.  

“Thank you so much! I won’t take long!” she promised, ignoring the bitter looks the nearby group sent her way and ducking into the library with the scrap of paper detailing the book’s location already in hand. Her groupmate hadn’t been able to borrow it as it was already lent out the day he paid the library a visit, so this trip had been a gamble. The books were always so meticulously organized and cataloged, and much to Akagi’s relief, she found the volume had already been returned to its spot. She wasted no time grabbing it and rushed back to the circulation desk to get it checked out. 

“You don’t know how much I owe you, miss! I really appreciate your kindness!”

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[[ Cloud Burst]] - Closed for Akagi

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Marik Ishtar didn’t like the rain. Or more fitting to say, Marik didn’t understand it. To say thunderstorms were uncommon where the Tomb Keeper came from was an understatement. It was rare for Cairo to see storms, and never to the degree that the island seemed to have an onslaught of. He wasn’t scared per say of the occurrence, but the unfamiliarity of the event left him jumping every time the sky above the awning he had taken shelter under cracked, and gripping his own arms a little tighter whenever bright flashes of light filled the sky.

Raising under ground, buried below the heavy stones of the tomb he had barely heard storms when they did happen, they had been like distant rumbles barely audible, and never had the boy seen rain until he had ventured outside for good well into his pre-teens. It still made him uneasy, seeing more water than he was used to seeing in one place falling from the sky from seemingly nowhere, it was unnatural.

 He hadn’t heard the other enter the useless awning he stood under until the unfamiliar voice broke through the silence between rolls of thunder. Turning his head from where it had been focused out in the street at the torrential downpour that was assaulting the pavement he just frowned, violet eyes over focused, as though waiting for the next large crack. Visibly wincing in spite of himself as  the crack made the sky seem like it was breaking open; he simply scowled, turning his soaked head away from the stranger with a look of annoyance, absolutely hating that someone was seeing him in such a state of vulnerability. 

“We never get storms like this back home…” He mumbled, trying to explain the reasoning of his state, the usually biting sass he might have thrown the girl’s way all but missing as he just chewed on his lip. The storm had knocked out the power hours ago, and the dark of the store front wasn’t making his state of unease any better. 

“Is it supposed to crack like that? Should we be in a basement?” He asked, confusion clear in his tone. He hated not knowing about things, and being unprepared… It was humiliating and degrading. “… I don’t like this”

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The start of the day had been far from gray and the weather forecast promised a sunny rest-of-the-week, so Akagi left her umbrella at home. But now she was faced with the exact opposite; the sky a stone color and crowded with thick ripples of dark, bloated clouds. The storm painted everything the same gray and had bore upon her just when she’d been on her way home from uni. With no umbrella, she’d ducked into the nearest awning she could find, next to a complete stranger. 

“Quite the storm, isn’t it?” She greeted him amiably, hoping a little spot of warmth in this dismal little corner of the city would drive out some of the cold. She combed her wet locks with fingers made slightly shaky from the cold, humming as she gazed out and waited for the storm to pass. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied him grasping at his own arms, his grip growing tighter with every flash of lightning that bathed the motion in white. Curious.

The explanation for his state had been mumbled, but she’d picked up on what she needed to know. It was apparent to her that he didn’t like being seen in such a state. He was obviously on edge because of the storm, which was perfectly normal. It was simply how some people were wired. His question, on the other hand, wouldn’t have been surprising if it had been asked in a different tone, with sarcasm perhaps. But he asked it with a voice so laced with genuine confusion, Akagi knew she had to answer him with just as much honesty.

“It will pass over soon, I’m sure,” she assured, flashing him a smile she hoped was at least soothing. Curiosity made her want to ask him about where “home” was for him but she had a niggling feeling that prying into his personal life so soon would irritate him, especially considering the state he was in. And so, rubbing her arms to get some semblance of warmth back into them, she turned to other matters. “A basement would be nice, or being indoors in general- this awning isn’t the best shelter. You don’t suppose anyone might still be inside, do you? In the back, maybe?” 

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straight shot {kyou kai+akagi}

Yabusame, the traditional Japanese art of mounted archery. The archery org’s adviser had informed her about Helios’ goal to enter their archers into horseback archery competitions in neighboring countries in the future. A stickler for responsibility and challenges, Akagi had readily committed to it. And it was because of this commitment that she found herself making a trip to Lila’s Horse Farm on a cloud-speckled Saturday afternoon. 

It made sense to get accustomed to being around horses first before trying anything serious for her training, but she wasn’t entirely sure if the sanctuary even offered rides. Even if they didn’t, spending some time with the equines to find out about how they behaved and what they needed to be taken care of would suffice. It wouldn’t do to make the poor animals miserable. 

Upon arriving at the sanctuary, she approached the first staff member she could find- a girl who looked to be about her age. Based on her workclothes, Akagi ventured a guess that she might be a caretaker. 

“Good afternoon. May I ask if the sanctuary offers rides to guests?”

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the hunt {sylvia+akagi}

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She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to go grocery shopping.  Sylvia had been working nonstop for several days, and hadn’t noticed she had neglected to refill her cabinets.  Probably because she actually hadn’t eaten in several days, but that was hardly the point.  She needed to restock soon as the last thing she wanted was to be berated by one of her friends for not taking care of herself.

Making a bee-line for the last cart, she managed to snag it – at the same time as another, shorter girl grabbed the bar.  She felt her already defeated mood deflate even further.  Sylvia was about to relinquish the cart when the girl offered to share with her.  It was…a bit unconventional, but honestly if it meant she didn’t have to wait around for another cart she was fine with it.

“I don’t see why not.  My pantry is pretty bare as well, but I don’t have much on my list.”  Sylvia took a step back for her to pull the cart out and gestured for her to move on ahead.  “You can lead the way.”

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Akagi had a feeling that her offer actually getting taken would have been a long-shot. At first, a little dart of worry at it maybe inciting an argument had snaked into her, so she was very relieved when the other girl agreed. Her proposal had been quite strange, she knew, but as long as it meant them both getting their groceries done and getting fed, she didn’t particularly mind taking on another person to shop with.·

The archer rolled the cart out and began to lead the way to the first aisle, which housed the vegetables. “Don’t have much on your list, you say...?” This was quite the curious factoid. A huge chunk of her own budget went to food, and it seemed like the other prioritized other things- which was completely normal. Offering the other a warm smile over her shoulder, Akagi introduced herself, a gentle tone coloring her voice.·

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention! My name is Akagi. And you are...?”

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ツイログ by 春亥 [ Permission was granted by the artist. ]

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this is what carriers do in their spare time

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“Whoah! That’s amazing! How do you manage to shoot like that?”

Watching her shoot, Isaiah was reminded of how his own archery skills were painfully amateurish; he may have experience with firearms, but archery was a whole other kind of whale entirely. He’d visited Helios University on a whim, and ended up in the archery range, somehow– even though he’d only used a bow three times, tops.

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Akagi had been unaware she had an audience- when she practiced her archery, all of her focus was devoted solely to the position of her fingers, to the tautness of the bowstring and to the path of her arrow. Once the arrow dug into the middle of of the target, she lowered her bow to acknowledge the boy.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there. Hello,” she greeted. At his question, however, she faltered. As odd as it was, she...simply didn’t know. When she woke up on this island, she just knew she was good at it. But it wouldn’t do to tell him that.·“I’ve been practicing since I was little. How about you? Do you do archery?”

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to devour {ayato+akagi}

Akagi wasn't totally familiar with the boy assigned to be her partner for this project. About him, she knew only three things: 1.) Based on clipped, overheard conversations, he had a rather...strong personality. 2.) He sat all the way across from her, at the very back of the lecture hall. 3.) Instead of listening to lectures, he spent most of his time folding up sheets of notebook paper into planes and letting them loose, much to the ire of their perpetually exasperated professor, who, oddly enough, did very little to enact discipline. That in itself was strange- he had no problems telling off anyone else.

It was just after lunch, when most students began to flock back to their classrooms in varying levels of 'content' and 'apprehensive'. She and her groupmate just so happened to have this period free, so they agreed to start on the project then. Slick as butter, Akagi wove through the tide of people walking the opposite direction until she reached the table where her partner was sitting. The smell of fresh bread and pasta floated in around her but she tried ignoring it in favor of talking to her partner first.

"Good morning, Sakamaki-kun!” she greeted, smiling and tilting her head, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Have you eaten lunch?”

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Fatigue threaded every muscle and ligament on the professor’s wiry frame as a hand rose in its effort to loosen and tweak the firm knot of his tie, pulling the fabric lower and further from the collar of his crisp white shirt, allowing Hope to unwind after a hard, stress-filled day at work. The silverette popped the first two buttons on his shirt free as his head dropped back to gaze up at the cloudless sky, a barely contained sigh threatening to escape him. The fingers of his free hand, plunged deep into the sand and curled around the miniscule grains as he reclined against his arm and stretched his legs out before himself, further increasing his level of comfort.

‘So tired… so tired…’ Hope mused silently, lifting his weary head and scanning the waterline with warm, cyan eyes, admiring the gentle lap of the waves along the edge of the golden carpet, spread out around him. He had papers to grade, but it could wait, lackadaisical and harbouring a desire to dive on into the ocean and take a long, soothing swim, Hope bided his time, postponing his objective until the beach was a little less crowded. There was someone nearby, he could hear them, but their being was obscured by the jagged rocks at his side. It was only one person, but one was enough to cause Hope to suspend the idea until they left, lest he be witnessed in his underwear, a discomfiture he wished to avoid.

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The sea was her friend, her comrade, a familiar face even before she woke up on this island without her memories and nothing else but the clothes on her back and her name.  Akagi did not know the exact reason why she thought of it as that, but she knew it was true. This knowledge was as natural as breathing or blinking or existing. The sun, low in the cloudless sky, cast golden bands across the clear turquoise waves- to say that it was beautiful would be nothing short of a disservice. 

Unleashing a long withheld but content sigh, Akagi dug her bare toes into the fine, gilded sand and leaned back, her hands supporting her. Her schedule had been so full for most of the week that taking a moment to stop and breathe had been nothing short of a novelty. Maybe taking a dip in the sea wouldn’t be too irresponsible. True, a blouse and shorts weren’t exactly swimming material but the sea was beckoning to her, and who was she to refuse its call? She stood up and stretched. That was when she noticed that this little spot on the beach, secluded as it was, was occupied by another. And it appeared that he too, was hiding away to catch his breath- this she could tell from his clothing, the work clothes, loosened tie and disposition speaking volumes. She knew it might be a bit strange to strike up a conversation, her being a stranger, but curiosity proved to be too strong.

“I gather you’ve had a long day, too?”

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