Independent Saruhiko ask/Rp blog

"Kiss me you idiot."

Those words were all Saruhiko needed. He grabbed the back of Yata’s head and yanked him to his chest before smashing their lips together. There was no way Misaki could be thinking of anything other than him, now. He was Yata’s center of attention, and he loved it.

Yata wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, kissing him back. He was in heaven right now. Kissing Saru was something he’d always thought of but never acted on. And now it was happening, and it was wonderful. He pulled away after a few seconds and looked up at him, wondering if Saru liked it as much as he did.

"Fuck," Saruhiko whispered breathlessly, starring at Misaki. Wow. That was better than he had ever even imagined. He was frozen for a few moments but as soon as he was fully conscious of himself again, he pulled Misaki back to him and started kissing him again.

#wildcrowyata #ahhhhhhhh

Parrot: Your character may only communicate with one word for six hours, anon specified. AND the word is 'Fuck'

". . . fuck."

"Kiss me you idiot."

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"Well that was unexpected."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."

M!As for Dicks

For anons who want to be dicks and people who want to bait anons to be dicks to their characters. Cause secretly, you're all dicks. Dicks.

Breezy: Your character is now stark naked and locked out of their home/office/car/etc.

Parrot: Your character may only communicate with one word for six hours, anon specified.

Hellspawn: Your character is now pregnant with the child of the dreaded NOTP. Must be agreed to with all parties involved.

Whiskey Courage: With the help of some alcohol, your character is now about to admit their true feelings to someone. Anon specified special someone.

Heartbeat: Your character is stricken by a sudden heart attack.

Ariel: Your character is now mute for a day.

Mistaken Identity: Your character will now be spending a night in jail due to a mistake with the local police.

Bullets: Your character has been shot. Anon may specify where and how serious the wound is.

Wolfsbane: Your character has a three day werewolf curse.

Barbra Streisand: Your character can only communicate through song for the next six hours.

Crash: Your character has been in a major auto accident.

Shrink: Your character is now thumb-sized for the next six hours.

Dark: For the next day, your character cannot see a thing.

Flesh Wound: Your character has just been stabbed. Anon may specify where and how serious.

Frank-N-Furter: Your character has switched sexes.

Scratchy: Your character has chicken pox for the day.

Discomfort: For the next three hours, your character will walk around with a permanent wedgie.

Pink Elephants: You are completely drunk and have very poor judgement for the next three hours.

Rude: Your character is suddenly very offensive for the next six hours.

Don Juan: Your character is suddenly feeling very flirty and will flirt with anyone who comes into their inbox and/or they're interested with for the next three hours.

Cowbell: You've got a fever and there's no cure but to wait it out. Your character now has a very awful case of the flu for a day.

Yata sighed and took the ticket. “Hell no. You said we were gonna go eat too. It would ruin our appetites. It’s not like i fucking care about your’s though.. Go eat all the damn popcorn you want.” Yata said the words halfheartedly as he walked into the theater, pulling Saru along by the hand.

There was no way, not even with the staring eyes of on-lookers or the fact that his hand was getting a little sweaty, was he gonna let go of the hand. He didn’t really understand why, it made him lost in thought as he thought about it. He almost ran into another person he was so lost in thought.

"I don't want any popcorn," Fushimi muttered in reply, ignoring how mature that choice was because if he had acknowledged that, then he couldn't refer to Misaki as a child much more. Yata had grown up more than Fushimi had really realized since they had last been friends. He was sad to have missed it. Sad that he was able to see this change in Yata so easily becuse he hadn't been there for it to gradually happen.

Saruhiko used his grip on Yata's hand to quickly yank him away from a person he was about to hit and into the theater.

"So where do you want to sit?"

homrazoo

"Wow, Misaki. I wasn’t aware that your kind were such great dancers."

[Okay but I saw this picture and I had to send it to you sorry if it’s lame]

"COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!!"

"You'll lose your voice if you yell like that Mi~sa~kiii."

#homrazoo #poor yata

Looking away, Yata made no attempts of pulling his hand away from the other’s. It was nice. He held it back, not saying a word. Pulling Saru along to the theater to ease the awkwardness that was sure to follow after he held the hand back. Yata looked at him. “Are you gonna buy the damn tickets or should i?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a 20 dollar bill. Handing it to Saru in case he needed to use the money. Misaki placed the money in Saru’s free hand. He wasn’t going to let go of the other’s hand. Not now at least.

#wildcrowyata #yata is precious

"Keep your damn money," Saruhiko demanded, shoving the twenty back into Yata's hand before using his free hand to pull his wallet out of his other pocket. He quickly paid for the tickets and handed one to Yata before grabbing his wallet and putting it back in his pocket. It was kind of hard to do things with only one hand but there was no way he was letting go of Yata's hand.

"It's your birthday you single celled idiot," Fushimi reminded him, "You're not paying for anything. Now, do you want any food at the concessions or do you want to go straight into the movie theater? Because we're not going to get anything once the movie has started. Or at least, I'm not."

"Oi, i wasn’t done looking." Yata wanted to snoop a bit more. He thought he could find something- Anything in there that he’d like to know. But never the less, Saru’s PDA was taken from him. He thought about reaching into the pocket to get it, but where the pocket was, it might be a bit weird.

To hell with it being weird, he wanted to find out stuff. He reached over and tried to worm his way into the pocket to get the PDA. Yata almost had the PDA when he realized what he was doing. His face looked like a kid’s, who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Well it looks like you were done because I'm not giving it back to you," Saruhiko replied instantly, wondering if he should put his hands into his pockets in case the vanguard decided to try and steal the thing back. He was pretty sure there wasn't a lot of incriminating evidence on it and he was sure Yata wouldn't break it but you could never be too careful. Yata was a hot-head. And Fushimi was very good at pushing his buttons.

Apparently he hadn't made his decision quickly enough and he was soon surprised by a hand searching around in his pocket. He pulled Yata's hand out of his pocket and held onto it with his own hand. If asked he would say he was just making sure that Yata stayed away from his stuff but it was actually kind of nice.

"Tch. . . you really are a child, Misaki."

"Don’t you even fucking dare. Don’t call him foolish!" He hissed out. "And i thought you were actually being tolerable for once, but i was wrong." Yata wondered if he should go home, but he still had the PDA in his hands. He opted to look at it a bit more. Looking through Saru’s files, pictures and such.

To his dismay, none of it was very interesting. He felt a bit of guilt for what he said. If Saru’s life was boring, then he shouldn’t be trying to make him feel even more miserable. He was being nice, so why not calm down and try to tolerate him for a while. “Your PDA is full of lame shit. What the hell do you even have it for?”

Saruhiko briefly considered pushing it, wanting to get a reaction out of Yata but he decided against it. Yata was paying attention to him already. He would save that button to push another time when they were back to being on opposite sides and Yata was back to ignoring him. It clearly made him upset.

"It's for work, Misaki," Fushimi answered, snatching it out of the boy's hands and checking to make sure it was alright before sliding it into one of his pockets, "So I don't want you breaking it. Munakata uses it to alert Scepter 4 agents to when they're needed. We all have one."

Yata snatched the PDA away from him. He didn’t start looking for movies though. Tilting the screen away from where Saru was, he decided to look through the PDA. Maybe find out stuff. On the calender, he saw how his birthday was marked with a few symbols. After a bit he started looking at the movies playing. "What about this one?" He showed the PDA screen to Saru with a movie title of ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ to see if the other would agree or say some shitty comment about it. "I was gonna do see it with Kamamoto and Anna since she wanted to see it." He sighed. "Never mind, you probably don’t wanna hear about me hanging out with them, since you keep dissing them."

#wildcrowyata #i've never read or seen it because i'm a baby and afraid to cry

Fushimi walked in relaxed silence as Yata messed around with his PDA, completely unaware that the crow was invading his privacy. He should really have expected it, though. It was Yata, after all. But Fushimi didn't always expect the boy to be that smart.

"It does look a bit stupid," Fushimi sighed, trying to remember what he had heard on the subject of that movie. He wasn't exactly up to date on the current things in the media. He was too busy working--or pretending to work, "But whatever, it's your birthday. And I only 'diss' them because they're idiots. Following that foolish king--tch. . . that little girl shouldn't be caught up in all of that."

"Oi! Don’t you dare say that they’re idiots!" Yata brought his hand up and whacked Fushimi on the back of the head. It was the other’s fault for dissing his fellow clansmen. He crossed his arms at looked at him seriously. "Fucking liar. You’re always lazy, so they probably just got you out of there. They probably needed to catch up on all the damn work that you push aside."

Yata turned away from him. He smiled softly to himself. Saru really hadn’t changed, he still tried covering up his lies like he used too. But Yata could easily tell when he was lying. That was an ability he was pretty damn proud of. Turning back to Saru, “We were gonna go see a movie right? Stop fucking rambling on about your pitiful work life and let’s go already.”

"Well maybe if they weren't idiots, I wouldn't have to say that they're idiots," Saruhiko replied apathetically, rubbing the back of his head where Yata had hit it. He made sure to keep emotion o his voice so he wouldn't show his anger. Why was Misaki so protective over them? They were worthless. He wished Misaki defended him the way he defended the reds. He was much more worth it.

"Alright, calm down," Saruhiko bristled, heading towards the theater, "You really are a child, Misaki. You certainly have the patience of one. Here--take my PDA and try to figure out what movie you want to see before we get there. It's your birthday so I'll let you pick it but don't make it something stupid."

♣

Your character suddenly trips, stumbling over their own two feet. Send me a ♣ for my character’s reaction.

"Honestly, Misaki, with all of that stupid skateboard riding you do, I assumed that you had better balance," Fushimi teased, a hand on his hip as he lazily watched the crow steadying himself.

Yata just glared at him. “As if! And don’t say my name like that, you dammed monkey!” Oh but, Saru was right. He did in fact enjoy the danger he felt when he was around Fushimi. He did need it. Needed Saru, just as he knew damn well that Saru needed him. But he would never say that out loud. Saru would never let him live it down if he did.

#wildcrowyata #wow that's rude fushimi #you totally think he's lovely don't lie

"Oh, but Mi~sa~ki," Saruhiko smirked as he drew out the name just to further annoy the little crow. He also stood up as he did so, brushing off any of the dust on his outfit, "It's such a lovely name. Which doesn't suit you at all. You have such a hostile personality, after all."

Yata huffed a bit. Saru’s technicalities were not the easiest thing to understand, so he just acted like he understood, not questioning him about his expression anymore. He looked over at him. “They didn’t forget! They were just busy!” Yata had no idea if anyone actually remembered, since he hadn’t gone to the bar since yesterday.

But even then none of them acted like they knew. He was fine with it. Sort of. It did make him a bit sad that they didn’t even text him happy birthday that morning. Other than Kusanagi, who texted him ‘Happy Birthday, Yata-chan’ that morning. He scoffed a bit. “So they just gave you this fucking day off for the hell of it? Sure you didn’t ask for it?” He knew Saru wouldn’t do that. Although, with the trouble Saru went though by getting him a gift, he was starting to have a second thought on that.

"They were busy?" Fushimi inquired, holding himself back from asking what could possibly be more important than Misaki's birthday. That sounded like he thought it was important and Misaki couldn't know that. It make him look weak. The idea of them being busy also made him kind of mad, "It's their clansmember's birthday and they're too busy for it? Idiots."

"Of course I didn't ask for it, stupid. We get days off sometimes. If you work too much for long periods of time, your work gets lazy and suffers. Not that you would know anything about that, Misaki. You probably couldn't hold a job for that long in the first place," Fushimi huffed, wondering if Yata could really see through him that easily. He hoped the auburn would buy his story.

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♣

Your character suddenly trips, stumbling over their own two feet. Send me a ♣ for my character’s reaction.

"Honestly, Misaki, with all of that stupid skateboard riding you do, I assumed that you had better balance," Fushimi teased, a hand on his hip as he lazily watched the crow steadying himself.

"Ah-!" Yata fell to the ground, next to the other male. Glaring at him as he laid there. "Like hell i’d ever let you take that away! Being next to you is a lot more fucking dangerous than my skateboard!" True the skateboard was dangerous, he could break his skull if he fell onto the concrete from it. But Fushimi was a bit more dangerous, considering how insane he got during fights.