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[kalikimaka]

█ !*offsides ✿ __ »「@haruna

[kalikimaka]

Breakfast came and went almost as fast as the rising sun did. Fudou didn’t really need more than two helpings; he was still too used to conserving food and fasting from his days living in debt. Just having the choice of how much he wanted to eat made him feel strangely guilty and nauseous — so he abstained from indulging like the others did. It was peculiar, but despite his obvious drawbacks, Fudou didn’t hold it against others to do so — unless, of course, it was a blatant misuse of food. That was a different story completely.

The morning warm-up was led by Endou, as per always. The stretches were the usual arms, legs, back, and ankles, and the three-lap jog around the field was a breeze for everyone. This is it, he thought, this was the day he’d succeed. As everyone split up to undertake individual training, some continuing the jog around the field while others took up shooting practice, Fudou decided to help out the defense players and brush up on his own defense skills. As a midfielder, he had to be prepared to both defend and attack at any given moment; after all, the purpose of a midfielder was to act as the bridge between the defenders and the strikers. If he lacked skill on one side, he’d be an inefficient player, and may even lose his spot on the team.

He couldn’t let that happen, not if he wanted to get rid of his mother’s debt.

The soccer balls flew at him and the others with tremendous speed, but none got past. Fudou could hear Endou behind him, praising him for his work. He smirked, “Of course. What’d you expect?” But that’s not what he was really feeling; he felt incompetent. He felt inadequate. He felt powerless, and he hated every minute of it. As soon as he turned away from the captain, he frowned. This wasn’t good enough. He needed more power. Waiting for the strikers to kick, Fudou prepared himself, attempting to anticipate their movements and calculate the trajectory. He felt the dirt under his cleats crumble as his foot shifted and his body relaxed. This was it; this was what he needed: focus.

“Fudou-kun!” He stopped, turning his attention to the manager named Kino Aki. She motioned for him to come over, which took him by surprise. He was never called out like this. Did something happen? His teammates stared at him as he made his way over to the manager’s bench, whispering between themselves as to what’s going on and why Fudou, of all people, was being called out of practice. Endou particularly looked the most curious of them all. He didn’t mind them, though — he was more concerned over the why. Was he going to be kicked off the team? Did something happen to his mother?

Was it about Otonashi?

From what Kino explained, it seemed the coach had a few questions for him. She wasn’t sure of the details, but she told Fudou to immediately go to his office, after reassuring him everything was alright, and that he wasn’t in trouble. Slightly irritated, but understanding of the situation, he left the field and headed towards the main building. He could hear someone (was it Kidou?) telling the others to get back to practice just as he opened the door and went inside.

It turns out, they were both right; he just had a few questions for him, concerning Otonashi. He’d seen the two of them talking last night on the field, but wasn’t able to draw conclusions from it until after Haruna confessed. Fudou more-or-less knew only as much as Coach Kudou did, however, so he wasn’t of much help. The midfielder explained how he guessed at her condition when she first arrived, and (reluctantly) admitted to comforting her when she broke down crying. Fudou also revealed how he advised her to see the coach about what happened, but he didn’t have any more information than that. Still expressionless, the coach thanked him for his time, and dismissed him, leaving him to return to practice when he was ready to.

Memories of last night flooded his mind as he vacated the office, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth. What happened to her was unjust. He didn’t know Otonashi very well, but from what he did know, she always tried to help others. She was a genuinely good person, which was more than what he could say about himself. Ugh, which reminds him, that kiss. .. It still bothered him. What about it made him so uncomfortable, though? Was it because he was inexperienced? Was it because the last and only person to kiss him was his mother? He was only a middle schooler — it was expected of him to be lacking in the romance department. So why did he feel so .. hmm. He’d have to mull it over later. He had more important matters to attend to, like seeing how his new “friend” was doing today. He figured he might as well get over their awkwardness sooner than later — better to do it while they were alone then with the others hanging around and questioning everything.

There she was, standing by the back windows of the cafeteria. Had she been watching them practice? What a stupid girl. She should be resting in her room, not doing her manager duty. Oh, whatever. It was her decision in the end, he supposed. Fudou leaned against the doorway, (cool kids have to be cools kids, after all) making sure to call out loud enough to grab her attention. With his arms crossed over his chest, he spoke:

“Looks like you took my advice.”

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Haruna was startled out of her thoughts by Fudou's voice. She peeked over, swallowing down the last mouthfuls of her food. "..Yea." Walking over to a nearby table, she grabbed a spare napkin and wiped her hands clean, the young girl not having the courage to look him in the eye just yet.

"Coach Kudou agreed to not say anything about this to the rest of the team. Especially my brother. All that I really have to do is go to his office when he needs more questions answered. He said he will take care of everything." As a manager, Haruna knew that keeping this information from them would be crucial. It would be wrong, but it needed to be done. What kind of sibling would she be if she distracted them from a match with news of her violent attack?

That wasn't going to happen. She would make sure of it. She knew that most of the players in the team were suspicious already and it was frustrating. Haruna could see the wheels in Endou's brain churning (albeit slowly), and Kidou's face more blanker than usual, but she wouldn't budge. Not until after their match, would she explain everything in detail.

Drinking the last bit of her milk, she crushed the small box in her hands and threw it towards the garbage can near her - Watching as it sailed and landed inside perfectly with a loud thunk. "I was a little afraid to tell him, actually but.." Trailing off, she shrugged her shoulders, her eyes now trailing towards Fudou's direction. "It was more easier than I though it would be." Fingers brushed away some messy bangs from her face, lips pursed in thought. "I really had no idea what coach Kudou was thinking about. His face was pretty blank." Had he been angry? In Disbelief? Shocked that someone in his care had attacked and mugged like this?

Haruna could of sworn she saw his eyes darken, in what she assumed had been anger, but she really wasn't sure. She was certain that she would never know. "When isn't he ever, huh?" The manager tried to throw in a small joke, lips twitching into a soft smile. "The limp in my leg is gone now, sorta. It still hurts, but not as much as before!" Here she did a little leg wiggle for example, the tension in her relaxing away. "My body is sore as well, but I can deal with that." The bruises on her skin were becoming more darker each day and it was terrifying to think if someone caught glimpses of them. She didn't want questions to arise. That's why she made sure to wear long sleeved shirts and pants, along with wearing a collar like decoration around her neck, to keep them out of sight, just until they faded away.

"Did coach call you away from practice? If he did I'm sorry!" She took a few hesitant steps closer to the other male, as she sent the other a small apologetic grin. "I know how serious you are about soccer." What else was she supposed to talk about?

Maybe about that kiss you gave him last night..? A teasing voice whispered in her mind.

It was unavoidable that her cheeks turned a dark red and she fidgeted with her glasses, that were now clutched in her hands. "Uhm..about what happened the other night. You know, that kiss..?" She cleared her throat, sending the male a sheepish smile. "I'm not sure..what came over me. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

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❖ Ｔｈｅ ｆａｔｅｄ ｏｎｅｓ ❖

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“Thank you, better said.”

Hijikata rolled his eyes and let her do as she pleased. There was no point on complaining, anyway; she was pretty determined on helping him and trying to fight back wasn’t going to work either. He was thankful for what she was doing, but he didn’t want to be a bother for anybody. As an adult man, the vice-commander was prefectly able to solve his own problems by himself, but—something told him Haru wasn’t going to listen to him now that he had accepted her medical help. So he just sat in bed and waited for the female to start healing his wound.

Why am I here, the man still wondered, as he felt some pain in his back. He didn’t care at all—he has indeed received worse injuries and not once has he complained about them. But the fact he had arrived at such an unfamiliar place bothered him, somehow. Hijikata couldn’t simply dissappear; not in his position. The Shinsengumi needed him, and he couldn’t let it down. No matter how, the vice-commander always ended up thinking about it, and about his appreciated comrades. Without them, he was nothing but a man who had lost his most precious treasure. And he wanted it back. He always acted as if nothing happened to him, but deep inside, behind that shield of of strength and severity, he was empty. He needed the Shinsengumi. He needed to be by it’s side.

“This might sting, but don’t worry! It will help to heal the wound and also relieve you of pain, okay?” 

“Don’t worry” Hijikata said proudly, a tiny, confident smile dressing his lips. Heh, Haru knew nothing about him. If she thought he was going to yell for something that trivial, she was so, so terribly wrong. “I’m way tougher than—”

But the swordsman couldn’t avoid hissing when whatever-she-had-used reached his wound, biting his lower lip, doing his best not to curse loudly. What the fuck was that and why did it sting that badly? Chizuru had never made use of such an utensil when it came up to healing his wounds. Gritting his teeth, Hijikata closed his eyelids and waited (not so) patiently for Haru to finish, a sigh of relief coming out from his mouth once the burning pain was over. The smiling female stood up, offering him the plate of food after bandaging his wound.

“…You’re pretty nice.” he said before bowing his head to have a look at the teriyaki chicken and the rice, what made him swallow. Hijikata started eating a few seconds later, relishing it’s flavor as if he hadn’t eaten a single thing for years. The swordsman ate slowly, but with neediness. He was indeed lucky Haru had found him; who knows how he would have ended otherwise.

“May I ask where am I, Haru?” it may not be the most appropiate moment to ask, but still, he needed to know. He stopped eating and raised his gaze, violet hues surveying Haru’s brown ones. 

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A soft giggle escaped the back of Haru's throat at his words, cheeks turning red. "A-Ah! Haru is just doing what she knows is right." It was still a pretty nice feeling to be complimented like that though.

Haru couldn't help but blink at his question, head tilting to the side in a rather cute manner. "Where you are?" She repeated the question, with a hint of confusion. "In Japan, silly! Where else could we be?" Maybe he was a foreigner? That could only explain the reason why he had asked something like that. Giving a small stretch, the young brunette groaned softly as her muscles relaxed, arms lowering back to her sides. "Make sure you finish it, okay? If you want more, don't hesitate to ask Haru. She made lots of food today." Quite more, actually, she thought sheepishly. Most of the left-over food would be placed in containers and the rest given to her friends if they wanted it.

Rising to her feet, she sent Hijikata a bright smile, fingers brushing some bangs away from her face. "Haru will be back! She hasn't eaten yet." Her form disappeared down the stairs as sounds of plates were pulled from their cupboard. After some silence and a few minutes, the perky brunette returned with a plate filled with steaming food, and a drink in the other.

Taking her spot on the couch again, she set her food down on the mini-table that she had scooted over, smiling. Grabbing at her fork, she lifted a good amount of rice and chicken which was promptly stuffed in her mouth with a look of delight. She made a sound that clearly showed her approval as she chewed.

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❖ Ｔｈｅ ｆａｔｅｄ ｏｎｅｓ ❖

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Hijikata’s eyes surveyed Haru’s expression. Really, her gesture of helping him had been truly respectable. Not only she had picked him up, but looked after him as well. That was certainly something he would have never done for a stranger. Even so, that face of her’s didn’t last for long. As soon as he flickered, the female was wrapping a plastic bundle all around the food and placing herself in front of him, hands in hips. The swordsman thought at first his speech had been believable enough. She had noticed, though—shit.

The man clenched. Her voice had changed, as well. It was still warm, yet firm. She didn’t seem to like the fact he had tried to lie to her, even if it was because he didn’t want to cause any trouble to anybody. He would do fine by himself. But Haru at least didn’t look as she thought as Hijikata did. Taking out what looked like a first-aid kit from the closet, the young girl turned to look at him. And for a moment, for a single moment, he could recognize that expression in her face.

It was exactly the one Chizuru would make.

Several battles had left sequelae on Hijikata’s body, and his page had always been extremely worried about his health. No matter the severity of the wounds—even if it was the most minimum scratch, she would tirelessly request looking after him. No matter how much he refused, she had kept insisting until he had given up on the matter. The vice-commander could see Chizuru’s reflection on Haru, as if she was some kind of second self of her on the odd place where he currently was.

…what kind of bullshit was he thinking about.

“Okay, just don’t look at me like that.” Hijikata replied as he frowned softly, violet hues looking down his haori before he unclasped it, placing it on the floor next to him. If Haru wanted to cure that wound of his, then he would have to do nothing but let her. He knew that glance. He knew it way too much. And fighting back against it was utterly useless. As the man had always thought, there’s no way of making a woman change her mind when she’s so serious about something.

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As quickly as the serious expression on her face appeared, it soon vanished to replace a beaming smile. "Thank you!" She would make sure to finish this as quickly as possible so he could have something warm and delicious in his stomach. Haru had been lucky that she was able to mask her expression, or otherwise she would of turned flustered at the sight of a half-naked man. It didn't make sense why she was feeling so shy at this moment - The brunette had healed all the other guardians before plenty of times, and most of them were men.

With a little wiggle, Haru had climbed onto the bed, shifting to face Hijikata's back, inspecting the wound with critical eyes. A grimace appeared on her face as she rummaged through her first aid-kit. It looks pretty nasty..I wonder how he got it..Cotton ball in hand, Haru began to gently dab at the wound, cleaning it free from any extra dry blood that might of clung to his skin. Once she was finished with that, she began to look through her box again, letting out a small noise when she found what she was looking for. Clutching the antibiotic spray in her hands, the brunette cleared her throat; making sure that he could hear her properly.

"This might sting, but don't worry! It will help to heal the wound and also relieve you of pain, okay?" Her small fingers gently pressed against an area of skin that wasn't injured, as if comforting the other. With a small push from the bottle, a watery like substance covered the entirety of his wound, and pleased with it, she took out a fresh roll of bandages.

For Haru, it didn't take that long for his back to be completely covered with the bandages, making sure to keep them firm, but not too tight that it caused discomfort. Leaning back, Haru inspected her work, sighing softly. "Okay, Haru is done!" With a small snap of her first aid-kit closing shut, she jumped off the bed, shuffling over to tug the cover from the food, giving the male another one of her bright smiles. "Take it easy and rest for a while. Hijikata-san should make sure to heal up."

"Haru will regularly clean and re-bandage the wounds for you. Hahi! Please eat up, while you're at it." With a small sheepish tug of the plate, she placed it close nearby, Haru taking a quick seat on the smallish couch in her large room, having no shame in watching the other curiously. She wondered what to ask him - Many questions were swarming in her mind. Why was he unconscious? How did he get hurt? Where did he come from? She instead choose to make idle talk. "Haru is lucky she found you! While parts of these towns aren't dangerous, it could be bad to just walk around like that injured."

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The frog and the delinquent;

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♪♬ — And I’ll, I’ll smile when you speak         Remember those times I was hoping for something?         And shaking my head from all that I have done — ♬ ♪

Chiming of music rang through Haru’s earphones as he strode along the newly paved walkway, cutting through a nearby park in attempt to get to the convenience store. He wasn’t in too much of a rush today, considering the unexpected visit from a certain gluttonous brother, so it seemed today was picked to explore the city by an outside force — that outside force also being a certain brother.

The song faded as it came to a close, the next track in his playlist faded in on queue. It was that short, few second pause that made the delinquent peer over his shoulder in a hint of curiosity. The muffled yelling of a female, alone with the sight of a chase, proved the worth of his interest as Haru watched the event unfold. She now chased a plush.. whatever that was, holding refuge in a dog’s mouth. At first, the boy noted it as a game between owner and mutt, but on closer inspection, the title of game was particularly unrequited. 

Haru’s stride began once more - this time not on the instructed path and instead in the greenery that surrounded it - approaching the two playmates. Squatting down in the general path of the four-legged offender, Haru propped his arms on each knee and watched the female continue to chase a plush frog (toad? Haru could never quite tell the difference) up until the dog quickly intercepted his path. 

A quick grab and the delinquent found himself the new ‘it’ of their game, surrendering the title by extending the plush amphibian to it’s original owner. Dragging the earphones to lay at his shoulders with the opposite hand, the boy greeted his new found acquaintance. “This is yours, right?”

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Yunoha had been about to simply turn invisible; Which she realized now could of saved her the trouble of running around, when she spotted an intimidating looking male nearby. Embarrassment was beginning to show on her face by the bright red blush on her cheeks and the way she fiddled with her hair as she came to a stop. Having people watch her made her nervous and it showed with the way her body seemed to flicker into transparency for the briefest of minutes that it would of seem like Haru was imagining if he stared close enough.

Swallowing back her hesitation, she padded over, trying to regain her breathing back to normalcy. "Y-Yes! He is.." Once Tama was deposited back into her arms, they wound around the plushie tightly, the girl relieved that she had him back. Forgetting about her shyness, she sent Haru a grateful smile.

"T-Thank y-you.."

Glancing down, Yunoha made a quick inspection of her frog, patting it free from any dirt, leaves or sticks that could of clung to it during it's little escapade with the dog. The area from where the canine had bitten down didn't look damaged, so she straightened back up again. "U-Um.." Shifting on her feet awkwardly, she wondered what to say.

Socializing wasn't something that she did, even though she had made lots of friends back in Neo-Deva and she was becoming popular, much to her confusion. "I-..M-My name is..Yunoha Thrul..T-Thank you again for saving my f-friend!" She bowed hastily to the taller male, her face hiding behind the back of her green companions head shyly.

"I..would be devastated if he was ruined.." She mumbled, but just loud enough for the other to hear. This plushie wouldn't have seemed anything special to a stranger - but for Yunoha who knew the story behind the stitching on his arm and the old look to it, it brought back memories she wished to keep for as a long as she could. It was the only piece of evidence that she had left of her parents and Jin. "I..m-must of looked..silly, right? R-Running around like that." Her fingers brushed over the stitching on her frog's arm, eyes downcast and not having the courage to look Haru in the eye just yet.

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The frog and the delinquent;

When Yunoha had spare time, she enjoyed going out to the small parks in the city to relax. It was the perfect place for someone as shy as her, who didn't have to worry about crowds or people staring. Settling down in a small patch of grass that she had familiarized herself with many times before, she set Tama on her lap, eyes staring up at the sky with a small blissful sigh. "It's fresh outside, isn't it..?" It might of seemed silly to talk to an inanimate object, but her plushie was her friend. Her best friend, to be specific. She never befriended people growing up and the only companion that had been there was Tama.

Yunoha was pulled out of her thoughts by something wet pressing against her leg. Glancing down, the young girl blinked, lips parting into a 'o' of surprise when she was face to face with a dog, who was wagging it's tail in a sign of friendliness.

"U-Uhm..H-Hello.." She greeted the animal awkwardly, wondering if she should pet it. The scruffy looking dog continued it's inspection of her legs, followed by sniffing at Tama curiously. Before she had a chance to pet it, it grabbed onto the edge of her frog's leg, before bouncing away with it. A shriek of surprise escaped Yunoha's lips as she scrambled up onto her feet. "W-Wait! G-Give him back!" She shouted, as she struggled to speed up. Yunoha's annoyance only grew more as she realized what this animal was doing.

It thought she was playing with it. She wasnt, she just wanted Tama back! Why couldn't it understand that? "G-Give Tama back!" To any onlooker, it might of seemed like a humorous thing, a young girl chasing after a dog with a frog plushie in it's mouth. For Yunoha though, this was far than amusing. Her best friend was now in danger of being ripped to shreds if she didn't do something.

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WHERE AM I?

[cupimus]

Of course, he — as in Allelujah — had completely assumed that Zakuro was capable of handling modern technology just like anyone else there could (modern in the sense of his time and world, not hers). Fortunately for the both of them, she’d managed to scrub herself clean without him having to explain any mechanisms that might’ve arose.

At her call, he turned inside his room, holding an outfit that would, of course, be rather large on the small girl. Just a t-shirt and pair of pants. A faint smile had found its way to Allelujah’s features, but at the sound of Zakuro’s voice… it was almost as though Hallelujah had brutally forced his way back in. Why exactly he’d done so, his softer side was not quite sure.

A frown appearing, he returned to the bathroom, raising an eyebrow to stare at her once he’d reached the threshold while his expression remained obnoxiously cocky.

“You made a mess.”

Without another word, the gundam meister held out the outfit to her and stared exasperatedly. His single golden eye shone from behind a few raven-black strands of his hair. 

Allelujah also felt tired, but only towards his other half. Hallelujah… Please let me return. This behavior is entirely unnecessary—

“Get changed quickly. I’ll be in my room.”

He immediately turned to leave, not bothering to acknowledge Allelujah at all. Such behavior was typical of the both of them.. it seemed neither would change or surrender at all at any point in the near future.

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The smile that had been on Zakuro's face just moments ago, was wiped entirely clean when she was met with the harsher side of Allelujah. Face scrunching up into a snarl, the half-spirit snatched the clothes out of the gundam user's grip, making sure to shoot a silent glare at the back of his head when he turned away.

Zakuro pondered why she hadn't lashed out as she usually did but she understood, that she owed him for saving her life. The last thing she wanted to do was make the gundam meister mad and have him throw her out into the streets, along with a wound that needed healing. She couldn't afford it. Ugh, I made a mess!? I did not. What a jerk.. It was taking all of her effort to not become spiteful and 'mess up' the bathroom for real as he so called it. Teeth grinded together, head bowed down as she breathed through her nose, in and out before letting out the breath she was holding.

Lifting her head up, she stared blankly down at the clothes in her hand, inspecting them carefully. Wait..they look like- Once it clicked as to what these clothes reminded her of, a disgusted expression formed on her face, lips pressing tightly in distaste. If it was anything that she hated with every fiber of her being (milk included) it would have to be Jesuit related items. While it might of seemed childish of her, the idea of wearing those clothes made it feel like she was moving on from her old tradition that she and the rest of her half-spirit sisters had for so long. It felt wrong.

Of course, the fact that Hallelujah had given her clothing that resembled what she knew the humans in her time wore, only made it feel like he was doing it on purpose. Face permanently etched into a scowl, Zakuro carefully tugged the shirt on, as she once again, took a look at herself in the mirror. It was twice her size and the sleeve of the male's shirt dipped dangerously low on her shoulder, but not enough that she considered it a problem. It smells of..Allelujah. It was embarrassing to even think that, but the male had a nice scent to him that she couldn't put to words. Breaking herself from her thoughts, she lifted the pants up, giving them a long and dull stare, as if contemplating her decision.

"...."

She finally made her choice - The pants in her hands being thrown carelessly behind her shoulder, as she wandered down the hallway. There was no way she would wear pants, ever. She was already forcing herself to wear a shirt, and for Zakuro that was more than enough. Stepping back inside the room, strands of hair were pushed away with a hand, eyes locking onto Hallelujah. "Wow..are you really that much of a hornball?" 

Unfortunately for her, she couldn't hold it in as she directed a sneer towards the male in question, Zakuro making herself comfortable on his bed. Her words would be confusing, but someone as smart as him would realize soon enough about what he said that made her reply like that. She wasn't done yet, though. Oh no, far from it. "Are you that pitiful that you can't find a willing women to bed with you and have to resort to trying with a wounded one?" She was openly mocking him now, not caring in the slightest of the repercussions that could happen.

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What the hell. All he wanted was for her to cope, he didn’t want a goddamn kiss. And for her to say he was kind? She didn’t know the first thing about him. And then there was how uncool he looked when she walked away — blushing like that and stumbling over his own two feet. The dirt he kicked up from embarrassment caked over his skin and shoes; the last person to ever kiss him like that was his mother when he was a kid. You might say a kiss on the cheek is nothing to get so worked up over, but this was Fudou Akio. He may give an impression of being this “bad boy”, but let’s be real: he was as innocent to romance as the rest of the team was.

Suffice to say, he didn’t sleep so well that night.

Morning came, all too abruptly. Fudou first heard his teammates make their down the hallway to the cafeteria, alone in pairs, or in groups. There were quiet members — usually those who didn’t do so good in the mornings or who were considerate of those still sleeping, but then you had the loudmouths whose voices could be heard from miles away. Light poured in from the window as his eyes opened, a small moan escaping his mouth. His blankets lay askew on the bed, barely covering his exposed but now clean legs and feet. His shower last night was meant to be brief; he just wanted to take the dirt off him, but he ended up lost in thoughts. He didn’t think something like that would shake him up this much. Was he really this afraid and uncertain about a stupid kiss?

Fudou stared at the wall across from him. Lack of sleep was probably the worst thing that he could have done to himself, but what was he to do? It was Otonashi’s fault, if anything. ‘Lousy manager.’ Even still, it invaded his thoughts like some new strain of parasite. How was he going to deal with this today? With a sigh, he pushed himself off his bed. He’d have to put it in the back of his mind; he had to focus on practice.

Before changing into the team tracksuit, Fudou stretched as instructed to every morning. He felt better than he did yesterday, despite the little sleep, and didn’t want to chance losing that again. His stomach, however, wasn’t happy that he left the bento box unopened outside — there was no way he’d eat what she brought after …. that. No, he thought to himself, he had to stop thinking about what happened. He had to focus. Stepping into his shoes, and tying the jacket around his waist, he left his bed unmade as he walked into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He’d make it later, he thought. Right now, breakfast was priority. He ignored the others walking along him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he closed his eyes. It was just too early for anything right now.

The cafeteria was as lively as ever. Some players were finishing their second or third plate, while others just started to line up for their first. He spotted an empty table slightly further from the others, noting it as he made his way over to get whatever it was they were serving. It smelled good, at least, so he didn’t really pay a lot of mind to exactly what was for breakfast. He did, however, pay mind as to who was serving what, and made sure to stay out of Haruna’s way. It would just be awkward for the both of them, he figured, then his teammates would question it (especially Kidou), and he simply didn’t want to bother with all that. He took whatever he could from the other two managers — Kino and Kudou, he remembered them as — and sat down at the empty table. Others sometimes looked at him, almost like they wanted to say something but were too afraid to, but he couldn’t be bothered by them. He has to perfect a solo hissatsu. And today would be the day he did it.

If only he could stop thinking about it.

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Morning came way too quick for Haruna as well - Most of her dreams were plagued with Fudou and the kiss she gave him, and sometimes they would change and twist into different scenarios that made her far too flustered than she would like. Once she had showered, dressed into some clothes that would cover her bruises and brushed her hair clean from tangles, the young manager made her way out of her room and down the hallway. Her stomach was grumbling and she paused for a moment when she was near the entrance to the cafeteria, hesitation flickering on her face.

What was she so nervous about? Was it the thought of bumping into Fudou? She wasn't sure if she could properly face him yet, not without blushing around him. No..I have to tell the coach Kudou about what happened..Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she straightened up and walked past the door. She could hear faint voices of her name being called out in a questioning and concerned tone, and it pained her that she had to ignore them. If she stopped now, she would most likely broken down again like last night.

Once she made it to the office that belonged to the coach, she knocked three times and waited. When her eyes locked with the adult's, she let out a shaky sigh, lips twitching into a weak smile. "T-There's something..I have to tell you, coach."

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Haruna never considered telling coach Kudou would be that easy. She had been really stupid for beating herself over it and being unsure.

As she re-told her story and showed the bruises littering her body, his face had been impassive, so the teen had no idea of what he was thinking. After a nervous minute of silence, he replied with that calm voice of his, informing her that he would take care of everything, calling her only when it was needed for more information. She was thankful that her begging and pleading had led for him to keep this a secret from the rest of the team, as well as her brother. "Go and eat breakfast." He had ordered softly, once her stomach rumbled loudly. Haruna wasn't sure of how many times she had bowed and thanked him until tears filled in her eyes.

Closing the door behind her, Haruna wiped her face clean, giving a small sniffle as she walked down the hallway. Are they there..? Peeking her head inside the cafeteria, to her immense relief, they weren't. Probably practicing outside..Relaxed with the knowledge that she wouldn't be bothered until much later, she grabbed a banana from a small tray nearby and a carton of milk, too tired to really make herself something better to eat. Once peeled, she took a small bite, chewing thoughtfully as she made her way over to the window to peek through it, watching in silence.

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S.

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To see his sister smile certainly made his heart feel lighter. Kidou was at least glad that Haruna shared his feelings. After dropping off all the heavy equipment back into their place in the storage room, the midfielder quickly joined the manager who was waiting for him right nearby. 

So far, there was an improvement, but the initial issue was still not solved. When not knowing what subject to bring up, Gouenji advised him to listen, though… in this case where Haruna had yet to say anything, was it up to him to initiate the process of communication? A few more seconds passed and all there were were the sounds of their footsteps. Come to think about it, as a man, wasn’t it wrong to put the burden on the girl?

“It’s the first—”

Too late. Haruna has already begun speaking and the clumsy brother accidentally cut her off. 

‘I messed up…!’ 

It wasn’t as if Kidou never talked to his sister either. Every now and then, he would give her updates about the training or the matches, but he was conscious that  soccer was always used as the excuse. Even so, whenever he did talk to Haruna on screen, he would always walk away and leave her be right after exchanging the short words. 

Though his inside was in turmoil, his face still displayed that ever-composed expression. ”I’m sorry, you were saying?”

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Cheeks turned a flustered red color at the cut-off, but she sheepishly waved it off, trying not to seemed amused. Kidou always tended to be so serious all the time, she wondered how he would look relaxed. I haven't seen his eyes in forever..She knew they were a reddish color, which was quite different from her own. It never ceased to make her wonder, but she shrugged it off.

"Oh, it's nothing, really!" She giggled, fingers brushing away some hair from her face. "I just hope you aren't too stressed out..I mean..With everything going on these days." Haruna knew very well that her brother would push himself to the limit when it came to soccer, and it made her worry.

He still manages to be so strong though.. It made the girl smile softly.

Letting out a small muffled yawn behind her hand, she straightened back up. "Maybe when..you don't have practice, and I don't have manager duties, we can spend some time together." While she was hesitant in asking this, she managed a straight face, that could rival her brothers.

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❖ Ｔｈｅ ｆａｔｅｄ ｏｎｅｓ ❖

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Hijikata tried to move, but… It hadn’t been a good idea, though. The only result he got was to feel even more pain in his back. No matter how much he wanted to escape from there; in his current state, it would be impossible. He would do nothing but hurt himself and he wouldn’t be able to get away. The swordsman clenched. What was he exactly going to do now? Before he could figure something, the door opened. 

“Hahi! Your awake!”

As soon as he heard the cheerful female voice, Hijikata raised his head—

—just to meet a face that looked pretty familiar to him. He could say she was even more than familiar, to be honest…

“What are you…?” but he didn’t finish his phrase. When the man took a closer look at her, his heart stopped beating so wildly. It was true the young girl in front of him resembled her a lot, but she wasn’t Chizuru. It would have been certainly weird to meet her in such a situation, yet it didn’t mean he didn’t want to see her. In fact, Hijikata missed her badly— Since she was the only woman he had loved so far. The man shook his head; it wasn’t the proper moment to think about that. The first thing he should do was thank the unknown girl for looking for him, and then ask her a few questions about the place where he currently was. He had to leave, and the sooner, the better.

“Actually, it’s just a little injury in the back” he replied, even if it was a lie. He didn’t want to worry her, since she had taken care of him and gave him a bed where he could rest. He could endure the pain… Or so he thought. It couldn’t be helped: he was stubborn like that. 

“Thank you, Haru. I am Toshizou Hijikata,” Hijikata bowed his head, as a sign of gratitude. Not only she had taken him into her house when he was about to faint, but she had even prepared him food and offered bandaging him up just in case he was injured. The vice-commander was glad somebody like Haru Miura had saved him. When he bowed the wound burn, thus he hissed. Fuck. It would be difficult for him to pretend nothing happened, but he kept talking to dissimulate. “I really owe you a lot. If you don’t mind…” he then raised his head and looked at her, but rapidly glanced towards the food, because she was scantily dressed— It was her home, after all. ”C-Could I have some food?”

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In the time that Haru had filtered into the Mafia, she had picked up on certain things that Hijikata did, lips pursed in a sign of disapproval. Since she and Kyoko weren't able to fight like the rest of the guardians, they were usually left behind to do menial chores. Once in a while, Haru took the responsibility of wrapping up her wounded friends when they came home from battles, and that also led for the young girl to have an uncanny ability to pick up muscle movements, and any signs of pain. Walking over to the food, she grabbed a small plastic that she brought with her, which closed around the food so that it stayed warm, hands on her hips.

"Haru will let you eat right after she fixes you up." She stated softly. There was a type of underlying tone wrapped around those sentences that clearly read 'if you don't listen to me, your going to get in trouble' Despite how simple it sounded, coming from a petite girl like her. The cheerful radiance that she had showed a minute ago was gone, as she walked over to look through her closet to pull out her small first-aid kit neatly tucked away in a box. Straightening back up, the brunette turned back to the other, head tilted to the side. "Haru does not like being lied to, Hijikata-san. Even if it's a small injury, she won't allow it to go untreated." If he were to stay here, he was going to be her responsibility, in all aspects.

"Haru would appreciate it very much if you could take off your clothes so she can get to your back." If the teenager hadn't been wrapped up in the Mafia would and had asked someone to do this, she would of been blushing brightly, but she looked as professional as they came. Walking over to the bed, she set the box down, and started to look through it, taking out a small roll of bandages along with a few other items. "This won't take long." Haru reassured, a tiny smile on her face.

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Fudou Akio was a tricky person to decipher. Sure, he came off as an arrogant jerk to most, which he more or less was, but there was more to him than meets the eye. For example, watching the girl break down in front of him was more distressing to him than she probably knew. Every minute he stood there watching her in silence, another flashback of his mother crying, or fighting back her sorrow, or trying to reassure him things would be okay when she knew it wouldn’t be, came to mind. He must be cursed to only be able to give pain, and not to take it away from others, since it seemed no matter who he talked to, it never went well. This is why he didn’t want to get close to others — if Haruna had just stayed away from him, she wouldn’t be crying like this right now. However, he soon thought, if she hadn’t come to him, she would be forced to keep this bottled up. Fudou found himself wondering which was worse.

He didn’t reply; it would be better for her if she got everything off her chest, if even only one person knew the truth of what happened. Fudou hadn’t realized the severity, not only physically, but psychologically as well, of the mugging and theft — he was insensitive to empathy, to say the least. No one showed him kindness growing up on the streets, so why should he show it to others? After his father left, his mother was forced to search for multiple employment while he continued school. The poor woman worked from dusk to dawn, and barely ever saw her son; if she did, she would have stopped him immediately. To lighten the burden on his mother, Fudou had taken to street gambling and scams, getting him into trouble much more than once. He remembered it well — narrowly dodging police through alleyways, running for his life and praying he wouldn’t get caught. If he only had more power, he kept thinking, if he had the authority he wouldn’t need to worry about this. If he had more power, he’d have the money to set his mother free from her chains.

Seeing the dark bruises scattered throughout her entire body was enough reason for him to investigate. Fudou may not be the friendliest person, and he may not easily show his feelings, but what those thugs did to Haruna was unforgivable. He didn’t fix himself on the fact that she’s a girl — he knew plenty of women and girls who were strong and capable. Fudou was more angry over the fact that she was outnumbered, and unable to fight back. It was another open display of how wrong this power-centered world was; it showed how the weak had no fighting chance anymore, just like how his father had little choice but to accept the debt. It made him sick to his stomach, as his frown deepened and eyes narrowed. “Tch.” His fist clenched, but he bit his tongue. It’d be counterproductive if he lost his temper; what she needed was stability.

Only when he heard the whole story did he begin to draw conclusions. His mind raced for the right thing to say — he wasn’t good at comforting and soothing others like some of his teammates were, and he certainly wasn’t the sappy type. But Fudou had subjectivity as every other human did: he cried, he laughed, and he feared just like everyone else. It took him a few minutes, but when he decided to speak, he spoke calmly and gently, much different than his sarcastic and crude tone from before.

“Did you tell Coach Hibiki or Coach Kudou yet? You can’t just keep something like this to yourself. Forget about Kidou, if you don’t want him involved. At least get yourself taken care of.”

She couldn’t be that selfless, unless Fudou’s perception of selfishness was just way off.

He wasn’t sure if he should approach her any closer, or what he should do for her at all. Fudou wasn’t like Endou. He didn’t have a heart so willing to take on other’s burdens, and he didn’t have the gentleness that came with it. He was under construction; Fudou had a heart tainted by darkness, and rage, and everything else that couldn’t be washed off easily. Now that he no longer associated himself with Kageyama, the blackness could start to be removed, but it was a long and difficult process. He’d never become a person as pure as Endou, but he could try to chip off some of the rough around the diamond.

With her last words in mind, he stepped closer to pick up her glasses. ‘A bad person? Please. You couldn’t be “bad” even if you tried.’ She wasn’t like him. At least she cared for others. “Otonashi. Stand up.” Fudou took one of her hands in his, pulling her to a standing position and soon after opening it to place her glasses there.

“It’s alright to cry, so stop trying to hide it. I don’t care as much that you were lying to the others, but that you were lying to yourself. A degree of selfishness is necessary to live in this world; even if it doesn’t seem that bad to you, it’s stupid to say you’re okay when you’re not. Bottling things up like this doesn’t get you anywhere; it only gives you more pain. .. Even if you never speak of this again, I want you to cope with it and move on, otherwise you’ll never let that heaviness in your chest lighten. You don’t want to live with that regret.” He paused, closing his eyes and letting go of her hand. When he opened them again, he turned to look at the boxed lunch sitting on the bench. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her anymore; he was kind of embarrassed by his speech, though he’d never let her know that.

“I appreciate you thinking of me, but I think you should go inside and rest. You’ll really hurt yourself if you keep using that foot.”

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The young ex-manager wasn't sure of how long she had been crouched there, but she heard what Fudou said, lower lip being bitten on. Could she really tell coach Kudou? Maybe if she begged hard enough he wouldn't tell the rest of the team about this, nor Kidou. She wasn't sure of how the whole thing would play out though - A part of her was still scared, scared of what could happen once the adult was told the truth. Knowing the coach, he would no doubt involve cops into this, and then it would turn ugly. She sincerely hoped that wasn't the case. She had a lot to think about once she got back to her room.

Otonashi. Stand up.

Her head was still bowed, as she stared blankly onto the floor. She wanted to scream out, "I can't get up!" But her voice failed her. She was too numb to feel anything at this point. The next thing she knew, the teenager felt something wrap around her fingers, before her body was lifted up back onto her feet. Her legs wobbled with the strained effort, but soon they didn't shake. Her fingers tightened around his hand as she listened, the tears falling from her eyes eventually stopping and the tremors barely visible. Her eyes never broke from his gaze, and it felt like whatever had been constricting her chest was leaving.

He was comforting her. Despite the awkwardness of it all, he was doing his best to comfort Haruna, and it showed through his words. Her free hand pressed to her chest, as she felt her heartbeat race faster and faster, almost to the point that she thought it would explode.

It was then that she realized the missing warmth. He had let go of her. She stared at her hand, trying to push away the disappointment. He was so warm..Wiping her face clean from the tears, she made her way over to Fudou's side, smiling softly. Without hesitation, Haruna leaned over and kissed the other on his cheek, letting her lips linger before she pulled away. "Thank you.." She murmured quietly, her gaze warm and affectionate. "I wasn't sure what I would of done if I hadn't said anything. Fudou-kun figured it out very quickly, and yet..I'm glad it was you that straightened me out. You might not think this is true, but Fudou-kun is very kind."

Scratching at the back of her head, a tiny blush formed on her cheeks as she eventually broke her gaze. "Goodnight, I'm heading to bed now. Please don't stay here that long practicing okay? You always have tomorrow to train as well. And make sure you eat." She gave a small bow, straightened up, and then began to walk off back inside to the building. By the time she arrived at the door, her face was burning a bright red, the hand that had been held by Fudou pressed over her lips. What the heck was I thinking, kissing him like that!?  "So stupid.." She groaned as she rubbed at her face.

Would she ever be able to face him again tomorrow?

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“That’s fine, yes.”

He hadn’t heard anyone call him Alle yet, but it was a clever nickname, one he already thought fondly of. Perhaps it would catch on.. which only reminded him, what would the other gundam meisters think of her? Although he wasn’t sure that they would actually meet her any time soon, seeing as they tended to live their own personal lives away from the others when there weren’t any battles going on, but there was the odd chance that something could occur..

But he couldn’t take any chances. Definitely not when she had a unique appearance and background.

It was amusing, though, to see how drastically her behavior had changed. Although Allelujah had not been the one in charge before, he’d still seen and heard everything that Zakuro had done. Of course, he thought it typical. Hallelujah was always so rude and violent.. anyone sane would thrash out at him.

 “..I can walk. Don’t worry, I’ve gone through more worse stuff than this.”

With a slight nod, the gundam meister moved away to give her room, careful to be close enough still just in case something went wrong. He couldn’t help but notice her other scars. It was most strange—- Allelujah had trouble identifying how she’d been wounded. It was as though those were claw marks, just like her most recent wound. Where was Zakuro even from?

But quickly, he averted his eyes, nodding again with a gentle smile. “Follow me, please.”

Once he was sure she was steady, the gundam meister continued walking, leading her to the bathroom and switching on the lights. “If you don’t mind wearing some of my clothes until I can find you new ones, then I can get you a change of clothes now..”

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When she tentatively stepped inside the bathroom, her eyes roamed around, the expression on her face being one of childlike wonder. Back at home, the bathrooms weren't anything like this. Everything here was more advanced than she could handle. How the hell was a weak looking youkai like that able to use such an attack..? Shes never heard of a demon that could send someone to another realm. Maybe it was more stronger than anticipated. Knowing this, caused her to to grumble bitterly to herself.

Snapping back into attention, her cheeks flushed red, and she idly nodded at him. "Okay..I won't mind it at all. I'll wait for you to come back." Sliding on over to the sink, she snatched up a rather clean looking cloth from a cupboard besides her, setting it aside. Turning on the faucet, the first thing she did was furiously scrub at her hands, wrinkling her nose in disgust when the water turned pink. Once her hands were clean, Zakuro soaked the cloth, squeezed out of the excess water and then turned the sink off.

With steady hands, the blood on her face soon vanished, followed by her neck, shoulders, arms, and chest. She repeated this process a few times, washing the cloth, rinsing it out and scrubbing herself clean. The half-spirit made extra care not to touch the bandages, satisfied with the result. She found it extra difficult to get to her back, but somehow she managed, without straining the wound on her side. Letting out a quiet sigh, the furry eared girl set the damp cloth down on the sink, as she peeked her head out of the bathroom.

"Alle..?" She called out loudly. "I'm done!" So far, Zakuro really liked Allelujah. He was sweet, very soft spoken and seemed to genuinely care for her well-being. Not to mention hes really handsome..Cheeks flamed red but she willed herself to stop thinking such things. Allelujah also didn't seem bothered by the ears on her head, although she could easily tell he was curious about how she got them. This whole new environment was a breath of fresh air for her - Zakuro was finally for the first time in her life, away from all the glares, the harsh whispers and the prejudice she had faced for so long for being what she was. For now, she would relish in this peaceful feeling, shifting from foot to foot as she waited for the male to return.

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This was getting him nowhere. It was pointless and weak to sit here gasping for breath; Fudou, it’s time to get up. With one last final shaky breath, he stood himself up, calculating as he stared at the post and motionless soccer ball ahead of him. His body may be at his limit, but his mind sure wasn’t. He would figure it out soon enough; he just needed a little more time. His arms crossed as his mouth morphed from a scowl into line devoid of emotion, and his hip shifted to one side. He needed to calculate the trajectories better, he supposed, and the angle of his foot was off, but by how much? He needed to think harder, more efficiently. …

Unfortunately for him, a certain blue-haired, first-year manager had to interfere.

He turned his head and shifted his eyes when she called his name — barely, but enough to show she had caught his attention. It wasn’t that he disliked her. Fudou didn’t particularly dislike anyone on the team, he just found them to be annoying more often than not. Fudou knew the managers worked to optimize their performance from a physiological and psychological standpoint, and they did a fair job of it too — but he never asked for their help. Why was she coming this way, then?

She tried to hide it, but it was obvious by the way she moved that she was hiding a limp. Fudou may not care for the others like Endou did, but he could at least take notice. He saw the bandage on her cheek first, then the slight squint of her eye when she moved. She was in pain, and by the looks of it, it was more than just a scratch on her face.

“Heh. Don’t you think you should practice what you preach?”

Turning his whole self towards her, he pointed to his cheek, questioning the mark on hers with a smirk. “Let me guess. You fell, right? Tripped over something? I bet that went well with your precious big brother.” His hand fell to his side as he made his way over to her. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was thankful for her bringing the boxed lunch. Thinking was hard to do on an empty stomach, even for outcasts like him.

“I hope you know Kidou isn’t as dumb as to think that cut on your face was the result of clumsiness. Not that I care what you decide to do about it, but it’s obvious that something else happened by the way your body recoils in pain every time you take a step.”

A pause. He took a few more steps closer to her, before stopping completely to look her in the eyes. Fudou may not particularly care for her, but he felt a strange obligation to fix this. Maybe it was his mother’s voice echoing in his head to help her like he had done for her all these years, or maybe it was some darker urge he didn’t dare unravel — either way, he didn’t like sitting idly and letting people lie to his face.

“If there’s one thing I hate, it’s liars.”

She couldn’t possibly know the meaning of those words to him; unless she knew about his past, she could only take it to mean about herself. Those “authorities” of his father’s company … to make his father admit the fault of the whole company was disgusting to Fudou. Making him lie, and having the company lie .. It was all of their faults Fudou’s mother cried. He hated his father for being so weak. He hated the company for lying, using his father as a scapegoat. Fudou felt angry just thinking about it. “Tch.” His eyes narrowed as they turned away from her, his whole body moving to look back again at the goalpost. His fist clenched, but he refused to loose control. Not in front of her.

“Just leave that stuff here. I’ll go inside when I’m done.” Remembering what she said about his tiredness, he turned to look at her once more — this time, with a smirk. “And for the record, I’m just getting started.”

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The more Fudou talked, as if this was normal casual conversation, a sense of dread filled into the pits of her stomach. "I..." How the hell had he seen through her facade so easily? How had he noticed something like her limp, when all the rest of her friends had been fooled by her words? Trying to control her breathing in check, she glanced away, fingers clutching at her chest, ignoring how pain fluttered down her skin from the movement. Would it be wrong of her to tell him? It wasn't like he would care anyways. He never did seem interested in friendship and always seemed to brush people off, the managers included.

She didn't move from her spot, not daring too in this situation. "Yea..I guess I was lieing, wasn't I?" Biting her lip, the female looked up at the glittering sky, hand lowering to her side. "I just.." Trailing off, she stared at her bandaged hands, her heart racing faster until she let out a shaky sigh. "Even after my shower, I still feel really.." Dirty. That's the one word she wanted to finish it with, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. The feeling of those hands roughly grabbing at her didn't cease to leave her mind, not even when she had returned safely back to her room.

Haruna had been lucky; That was all that had happened to her, but it could of been worse. They could of easily overpowered and raped her if they wanted, or even killed her, but they merely roughed her up and took her money. Knowing how close she came, caused her to recoil back. I tell him..and then I'll feel better..he will go back to training soccer, and this will all be over with..This was the mantra that was repeated in her head, before she took the turn look up at the other. "Yea..I didn't get this limp from falling down, nor the bandage on my cheeks." When she was sure she had Fudou's attention, she reached down and grabbed the ends of her shirt before lifting it up below her bra, revealing her stomach. Bruises formed along her smooth skin, some turning a nasty shade of black and purple. Sometimes, Haruna cursed that her skin was so sensitive.

"I went into town earlier to buy ingredients to make food for the team, and I got lost.." Her voice cracked at the end, as she lowered her shirt before tugging off the sweater she had on, ignoring the cold that bit at her arms. The sleeves of her arms were rolled up at far as they could go, followed by her pants, revealing more bruises, some in the form of hands. "I asked these adults for direction..and they gave it to me, but the next thing I know they were trying to take my purse away." Haruna didn't realize how glossy her eyes had become with her story, or that when she blinked, a few rolled down her cheeks.

"Of course, I didn't let go, and..they beat me up for it." She tugged the collar of her shirt down, showing off her shoulders and chest that had black spots over it. "They ended up stealing all the money I had saved up regardless." When it hit her that she was crying, she began to furiously rub at her face, a sound between a whine escaping the back of her throat.

Hastily she fixed the sleeves of her shirt and pants, bending to pick up her jacket, fingers gripping it in a deadly grip, as she whispered quietly. "How was I suppose to tell onii-chan that I had been attacked..? It wouldn't of been right of me. You know as well as I do that hes been training so hard, and this would only loosen his concentration. Am I such a bad person for not telling the truth?" Bangs fluttered over her face, hiding her expression from view as more tears continued to fall from her eyes. Why? Why couldn't she stop crying? Why was it that tremors ran down her body as if she had been exposed to snow and her breathing was getting more shallow, more raggedy? stop stop stop stop sto-! Crouching down to the floor, fingers ran into her hair in a show of obvious distress, her red glasses being knocked from her head and onto the floor. Anyone with experience could tell that Haruna was going into shock.

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[cupimus]

That had gone by more easily than Allelujah had initially expected. It also seemed as though the girl had calmed down considerably… what a relief. With a nod, the gundam meister stood, wiping his hands on a towel. “Yes, I can show you to the sink, if you think you can make it there.”

“And it’s no problem at all. I am Allelujah.”

His smile was kind and warm, far different from his other half. ”..I think it best to explain this now—- Due to unusual circumstances, I have another personality within my mind. His name is Hallelujah. He was… the one in charge when I first stumbled upon you.”

He did not find it necessary to explain exactly why Hallelujah had developed within his mind. The girl hardly knew him, and simply revisiting those terrible memories was painful enough. The organization that had altered him, turning him into a super soldier, was a dreadful one, indeed. No one needed to be exposed to such things.

“Can you walk there, or do you need me to carry you?”

While Hallelujah would have spoken with more sarcastic mirth, he only intended to make things more convenient for Zakuro. She evidently was very unusual, and he was curious to know more about her… but that could come later. Her health was more important.

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Ears were perked up in attention at his words, face turning into that of intrigue. A split personality? So she was right. "Oh..I see. It's nice to meet you..Alle..lujah.." Her cheeks if possible turned even more of a flustered red, but this time of clear embarrassment. His name was very exotic to her, and the half-spirit was showing troubles of pronouncing it. "Can I..uhm, just call you Alle for short?" sheepishly, she sent the other a small smile. She would make sure to say all of their names in the future.

Zakuro had managed to get into a sitting position, despite the slight pain in doing so, long hair trickling over her shoulders. She took a moment to stare at her ruined yukata, nose crinkling. Deciding it wasn't worth the trouble, she peeled it off, folded it neatly, and then dropped it at the foot of the male's bed. Her hair would spare the gentler version of Hallelujah the troubles of feeling awkward since it covered her chest, and in a way she was thankful that it had gotten so long over the past years. And down below, the female was wearing underwear, once again, being more grateful that she didn't have to bare down to her skin.

Can you walk there, or do you need me to carry you?

"E-Eh?" Tilting her head up, her face scrunched up at his words, before she shook her head. "I can walk!" This stranger had done so much for her already, Zakuro didn't want to burden him with the idea of being invalid. "..I can walk. Don't worry, I've gone through more worse stuff than this." Almost as if remembering, her fingers brushed over her shoulders where faint scars traced down the skin, before she returned her attention back on the other.

And to make be on the safe side, she sent Allelujah a reassuring smile.

With a sigh, Zakuro slowly rose herself up onto her feet, ears giving small twitches of discomfort. Carefully, the female began to test how well her feet worked by taking a step forward, lips pursed. Well, I can walk at least..That's good. She now didn't need to worry about bleeding to death since she had bandages wrapped on her that would stop it. Whatever he had put on her wound had numbed it all entirely and she was thankful for not feeling pain. She took a peek over at the other, purple hues staring at him intently. "Would you lead the way?" She inquired politely.

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As he returned and pulled up a chair on which he would sit, the gundam meister paused, one gloved hand reaching to his eye, a sharp intake of breath indicating some change—- and grudgingly, his darker side gave up control to Allelujah.

”..I’ll see what I can do, though I’d prefer to go to a hospital for this..”

His tone of voice had softened, sounding entirely out of character, and that was the point. He had nearly become an entirely different person. Gently, he placed the bandages on the table beside them, standing to view the damage better. “This shouldn’t take very long.”

With wary movements, Allelujah pulled back Zakuro’s yukata, keeping his mind entirely on the problem at hand. At first, a slight redness spread to his cheeks at how strange the predicament was, but he grit his teeth and took the medicine, applying it so as to numb the pain before his haro handed him the bandages.

The wound was deep, but with the decent technology of his time, Allelujah was sure that the girl would heal soon enough. His hands were firm but sensitive as he pulled the  bandages over the wound, once the blood had been cleaned. 

“Forgive me if that hurt..”

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"No..hospitals..please." Zakuro was quick to murmur this out, gaze glancing away. Wherever she was, this place was not like back home, and she had a feeling that people with ears like her would not be taken well. The less attention on her, the better. She would let her body heal on it's own. She was thankful that she was half youkai or else she would of been bedridden for weeks.

Zakuro hadn't been completely out of it to not realize the shift in demeanor the other male was showing - It was weird, it was almost as if he had changed all together. Was that possible? She knew Kushimatsu had talked to her briefly back at the dojo about two personalities residing in one body, but the whole topic had confused her. She wearily stared at this new gentler version of Hallelujah, the pain being numbed away with the medicine that was applied to the wound. Her eyes also rounded on Haro, staring at the machine curiously. What the heck was that? It was..adorable, in a weird way.

A grunt of pain parted from her lips, ears flat against her head from the slight discomfort of having bandages wrapped around her. "I-It's okay.." She murmured out huskily. Her hands were now caked with blood, much to her disgust, fingers wiggling. "Do you..uhm.." Clearing her throat, she shifted on the bed, making herself a bit more comfortable. "Maybe have something to..clean this blood off me..?" Zakuro had no problem with feeling sticky, a day without a shower wasn't too much of an issue with her.

All she wanted to do was wipe herself down, at least. "I uhm..T-Thank you.." Her cheeks turn a flustered red color, and it wasn't because of the blood staining one side. "For helping, I mean..my name..is Zakuro." She introduced quietly. Exhaustion was written on her face, but she would hold back on sleeping for now.

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WHERE AM I?

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Hallelujah stifled a huff of frustration, a jaded sigh hissing through gritted teeth as he focused on the course ahead. “Don’t scream, I’m trying to concentrate.” What was her problem, anyway? It was as though she’d never flown before…

Which just had to be impossible. Most people had gone to space one way or another, and they were simply flying around in the atmosphere. Maybe he’d simply gone too fast.

The super soldier continued flying at a quick pace, intending to arrive soon. Thankfully, his apartment wasn’t too far away… but as he glanced wearily to the side and saw the sudden spread of blood on her attire and even the gundam’s seat, his head began to ache. Unfortunately, having been a test subject of the organization gave him some.. painful side effects, so to speak; however, he would be able to manage them just fine.

“Ah—”

“Tch.. Hold on, we’re almost there.”

What a bother. At least he’d managed to pick her up in time, though that was really Allelujah who was grateful for his excellent timing. With the slight push of one of the controls, the gundam sped forward, energy sparkling from the machine as they shot forward, his home eventually coming into sight. The landing was smooth, as usual (he wasn’t called a gundam meister for nothing), and it didn’t take long before Hallelujah had unbuckled himself and stood, reaching over to Zakuro.

“Stay still.”

He didn’t even wait for a reply before tugging off his helmet, flicking his bangs away from his gaze as he reached down to wrap both arms around the wounded girl. She was light, and soon enough, they’d reached his room, him setting her down upon his bed before turning away. “I’ll get you some bandages, just don’t move.”

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The ears on top of her head gave brief flickers of pain, a grunt escaping her lips as she was easily lifted into his arms. Her vision came in and out, and she managed to catch what he said, a scowl forming on her face. If she hadn't been so out of it, she would of most likely bitched at him. Returning back to reality, her gaze stared up at the ceiling, fingers slipping from her side.

A room..? She was in a room then, she assumed it was Hallelujah's. With weak fingers, Zakuro was able to untie her already loosened yukata enough that parts of her blood splattered chest was showing. She didn't want to risk loosing more blood by trying to tug the damn thing off. Instead, Zakuro tilted her head to the side, taking in his rooms appearance.

This was really annoying. Here she was, unable to heal herself properly and she was forced to get help from a stranger. A brief thought that she was going to have to be naked for him to wrap her up came to her mind, lips pursing in a thin line. That stupid monster had scratched her up pretty bad, and from past experiences, she knew she would have no other choice but to allow it. That still left her feeling uncomfortable, and very self conscious though; Zakuro had more than a few imperfections on her body, and while they were very faint, they were still there to show her foolishness in going into battle without a plan.

She concluded that after she was healed up, she would most likely have herself a new scar, this one in the shape of that youkai's claws. Raising a blood covered hand up to her face, the young half-spirit grimaced. Ugh, she always hated the smell of it. Lowering her arm to her side, the teenager let out a ragged sigh, as she waited patiently for the gundam user to return.

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❖ Ｔｈｅ ｆａｔｅｄ ｏｎｅｓ ❖

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Even if the wound he had received was aching vehemently, Hijikata had walked tirelessly down the street of a place he didn’t know. How he had ended up there didn’t come to his mind, but it was rather obvious he was no longer in the battlefield. His vision was blurrier at every step, and he was tired and hurt, and confused as well. Nothing seemed to have sense anymore. Where the fuck were his companions of the Shinsengumi?… The man kept walking, and walking, each step with less force…

…And then, all went deep black.

As he opened his eyes, a completely unkown scenery appeared in front of him. He tried to sit up in bed, but the pain on his back did nothing but become more sharp. Fuck. It was a battle wound he had received while he was fighting in Hakodate. The blade had made him a goddamn ugly injury. Even if it wasn’t severe at all, he had lost quite a lot of blood, thus he had lost consciousness. The man would never admit a thing as such, but he had been devil-may-care to a extent he should had not arrived. If he had thoroughly thought about it and waited a little, maybe he wouldn’t be hurt now.

But it wasn’t time to think about what had happened during the battle. The first thing he should do was investigating the place where he was, and trying to go back to Tokyo as soon as possible. It would take some time to his wound to heal completely, but the Shinsengumi needed him, and Hijikata, as a vice-commander, had to answer their call. Not doing it was completely unacceptable.

Where… was he, exactly? It looked like a room. And it was not his, obviously. Nobody else was there, he was all alone. How had he arrived to there? The last thing the swordsman could remember before fainting was walking down a street doing a huge effort. 

“Well,” he hissed, frowning “I’m screwed.”

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Satisfied with what she had prepared for her unconscious guest, Haru smiled brightly, fingers brushing away some loose brown strands of hair away from her face. Since arriving back to her house, she had shed off the extra layers of clothes off her body, now clad in a black tank top and shorts that went mid thigh. "Good job, Haru!" She giggled to herself as she shuffled out of the kitchen.

With a happy hum, the young girl bounced up the stairs with a plate of food in one hand, and the other a drink. Haru had pre-heated some teriyaki chicken she had cooked the day before, along with some rice that she made earlier, plate steaming. Once she peered inside, she blinked at the sight of the other, her smile brightening if possible. "Hahi! Your awake!"

Setting her food down on the surface of her desk drawer, she straightened back up, eyes roaming his body. A frown appeared on her lips. "Are you okay..? You aren't injured, are you? If you are, Haru can bandage you up! She has a first aid-kit." The brunette hadn't really taken the chance to look under his clothing - The idea of doing something like that was really embarrassing. Plus, she wouldn't think Hijikata would like that someone had fondled him in his unconscious state.

"Um..My name is Haru Miura! It's nice to meet you. Haru found you near an alleyway." Fingers fiddled together, gaze breaking down to the floor shyly. "Haru couldn't just leave you there.." Finally gathering the courage to look up again, she hovered near the other male, unsure of what to do. "D-Do you want Haru to get you a first aid-kit then? Or are you hungry? She got you some food." She motioned to the plate that wafted a delicious aroma. Haru wasn't sure why she was so nervous for - Maybe because she wanted to make him feel comfortable? Yea, that had to be it.

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“Hah, overdramatic isn’t just how I would describe Endou. We’re aiming for the world after all.” The chance to face the world and realize their abilities to the fullest, anyone would lose sleep at the thought. A lot of pride and excitement came into play, but a certain anxiety was also there. No matter what, he couldn’t let a few personality clash ruin their soccer.

“Eh? Um…” Haruna’s invitation caught him by surprise. At most, he thought he could only score a short conversation, but this could indeed help them get to know each other more. If they left quick enough, they could probably catch up to Endou and the others at Rairaiken… Though, the reason why he refused their invitation in the first place was because he did not have enough time to hang out too long before needing to head home for an important meeting with his father. Were he to refuse his sister’s invitation too..? 

“I’m sorry, I’ll have to… head home early today.” That was simplest version of his situation that he could give her. It was an accepted reality that they were to remain with their respective adoptive families, but the subject of his life with the Kidou’s was something that he has always hesitated to share. Deep down, Kidou still wanted the siblings to live under the same roof, but respecting Haruna’s wishes was his utmost priority. The fact that, at one point, he selfishly attempted to arrange her fate was still a great source of guilt.

“That is, I have a good half hour before I do that. I’ll accompany you.” Kidou spoke with more enthusiasm this time. With his free hand, the boy grabbed the other bags and headed for the storage room. The sooner they finished all this duty, the more time they could benefit from.

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Hearing her brother's answer, caused a look of disappointment to appear on Haruna's face. "O-Oh.." Shoulders slumped in defeat, fingers hastily brushing away some strands of hair, a habit she had when she was embarrassed. Well, that had been a complete failure. She had no idea why she had even asked him to eat with her in the first place. The young soccer manager knew he was always busy with stuff in his family, but it still hurt that it was his first priority.

I can't complain anyways...She thought bitterly. Would that seem selfish of her to do? She could recall when her anger had gotten the better of her and she had yelled at her brother, accusing him of trying to ruin Inazuma Eleven's match. How stupid had she felt when it had been the exact opposite.

That is, I have a good half hour before I do that. I’ll accompany you.

Kidou's voice brought her out of her little slump, face brightening. "W-Well..I would like that!" It wasn't what she wanted, but it was better than nothing. She was just glad he would accompany her. With a little nod, she followed after the other male, her spirits brightening up.