May 3, 2025
{ My Nana has passed away. I might be going on a small hiatus. Or I might throw myself into rping for a distraction. I simply don't know yet. Remember to take care of yourselves and your loved ones. I love you all very dearly. }
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{ My Nana has passed away. I might be going on a small hiatus. Or I might throw myself into rping for a distraction. I simply don't know yet. Remember to take care of yourselves and your loved ones. I love you all very dearly. }
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🞠~☆~🞠 Send 🕯 for my muse to talk about someone from their past --- Accepting
“Someone from my past? Hmmm...” Truth be told, many of his childhood memories, or memories from before the vault, are very hazy. There certain people who remain bright; like his brother and Niji, but others...their names and faces escape him.
“There was a man who ran a CD shop in our hometown. He was very nice, always knew what was popular among the younger demographic and tried to have it in stock. I can’t recall his name...but...”
Yoichi trails off, looking uncomfortable, then continues. “He developed a quirk, something so minor that was so harmless...it didn’t save his shop from being burned to the ground, with him still in it. Niji and I found his body, it was really scary.”
✪ Reverse Verse ✪
“Awww really? That’s a bummer!” The smile doesn’t leave his face as he listens to the screeching and gibbering of the crowd, allows it to wash over him for a moment before turning his gaze to a specific man. “Well then, let’s hear why you’re all so upset! Come on up, Mr. Sonada! Yes, you! Come on!”
The man who ordered the hit on Riko, who hired Toji, who had no qualms about throwing everything into chaos because of some stupid beliefs.
Satoru waits until the man is up on stage with him and points a finger at him.
“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”
Sonada’s head implodes in on itself. Shrinking within the blink of an eye...then the blood and brain matter spatters outward in a shower that drenches the stage and the unlucky front row.
But not Satoru. His Infinity protects him from the mess. Leaves him perfect and pristine in the now silent hall. Hundreds of terrified eyes focused on the man in cargo pants and a too-big sweatshirt. He reaches up, takes his shades off, and calmly puts them in his pocket.
“Ne ne, let’s try that again, okay?” Sugary-sweet smile drops in time with the headless body; crystal blue eyes no longer alight with fire of any type. Blank, glassy, completely emotionless. There’s no humor now, just a man broken and haunted by the things he’s experienced and can no longer shoulder with grace.
“Obey. Me. You monkeys.”
It’s dark in the vault, the lights haven’t been turned on in days. Waiting anxiously for the next sign of life besides a meal delivered to him. Unknowing what awaits him when his brother does return. Then he’s pulled out of a light doze when the door opens; allowing light to flood into the room.
Yoichi squints, seeing the familiar figure of his brother standing there with something in his hand. The smirk on the elders face is downright bone chilling. It makes his stomach feel sick, wondering what he’s so dang smug about. The silence stretches between them, only broken when All for One chuckles.
“I just thought you might want to be reunited with someone special for one last time, little brother.”
He shifts, something about the word ‘special’ sending a renewed thrill of fear through his body. “I don’t want anything from you. I don’t---”
All for One tosses the object into the vault and it rolls on the floor, coming to a stop before the cot Yoichi is laying on. In the dim light, he can’t fully make out what it is. But now he can smell the blood.
“Ah yes, it is a bit dark in here, isn’t it? Allow me to turn on the lights!”
And they come on, harsh on his eyes after being left alone in the dark for so long. The albino has to blink a few times to rid himself of the spots that dance in his vision. He looks down again---
---right into the dead eyes of Niji; head separated from his body and blood still dripping from the stump where it was severed from his neck.
After that, the only sound that can be heard is hysterical screaming. Yoichi pushing back against the wall and wailing out his horror and grief. He doesn’t want to believe it’s true. It can’t be...then something small and round rolls right next to the head; a plain band. A promise ring, the mate taken from him and melted down.
The screaming reaches a fever pitch and doesn’t end for a very, very long time.
There’s a general sense of confusion at first; the two people aren’t familiar to him, until he registers the man’s white hair despite being fairly young and the woman’s green eyes. Father and Mother…how long has it been since he was able to recall their faces, even in a dream? Maybe this means some of his memories are coming back. But before he can feel any joy, Father calls him ‘Ankoku’, and he looks angry.
Yoichi snaps to full awareness then, propelled into lucid dreaming by the fact that this isn’t a dream, or even his own memory. It’s his brother’s, and even worse, he can’t wake up. All the tricks he normally tries when realizing he’s caught in a nightmare aren’t working. In fact, it feels like there’s some kind of pressure, a hand holding him down. Is Ankoku aware that they’re sharing the same dream?
…Does this mean they have some sort of connection?
Before he can work himself into a proper panic over that, Father lashes out, obviously trying to hit him. But his brother is faster and he feels his–their–fist connect with Father’s nose and break it. Their mother starts screaming then, begging them to stop. Yoichi tries to close his eyes, but he can’t, he can only watch in horror as Ankoku beats their father to a bloody pulp—not even using any quirks; only sheer strength boosted with a deep-seated fury that frightens him.
It takes a while for the older man to stop moving, making a chilling wheezy gurgle when Ankoku viciously kicks him in the throat and jaw until the bone gives way with a loud snap. He thinks his brother says something, but he words are lost to him; still trying to escape from the nightmare—still being forced to stay.
There’s so much blood; on the floor and furniture, on the walls, on their clothes and face…on their mother…
‘No no no please…don’t…I don’t want to watch this why are you making me watch this?!’
She screams; tears pouring down her face and on her knees, begging for her own life as her husband lays cooling a few feet away. She’s wondering why he’s doing this, what did they do to deserve this ( he’s wondering that too, they weren’t the best parents, but surely nothing they did justifies this! ), pleading with the elder to consider the younger. Oh that makes him laugh, the sound so horribly chilling.
“You needn’t worry about Yoichi, Mother.” His voice is soothing as he approaches the woman, kneeling down and smiling. “I’m going to take good care of my brother, I always have, I always will.” There’s something condescending in his tone. “I’ll continue doing what you two never did.” And there’s the accusation, drawing a sob from her.
Ankoku reaches out and holds her face, seeming to consider his options as her wailing reaches a new pitch. Then he shrugs and twists her head until her neck snaps and she’s silent once more.
He knows what’s coming next; hadn’t before. Only knew that Ankoku showed up covered in blood and the next thing he knew, he was being tossed, kicking and screaming, into the vault. Before he can relive that horror, thankfully, he wakes up.
Yoichi bolts upright, breathing heavily. He’s shivering and hides his face in his hands as he attempts to calm down. The presence leaves his mind and he whimpers. Why can’t he escape?
{ Hey guys, sorry for the absence. I was on vacation and uhhhhhh...it wasn’t the most relaxing time. I got the unfortunate news from my dad that an aunt of mine passed away and it really seemed to set the mood for the rest of the time. I just kept stumbling into accidents and bad luck and lots of frustration. I’m home now and hoping to get back to writing soonish. }
Reverse Verse
“Awww really? That’s a bummer!” The smile doesn’t leave his face as he listens to the screeching and gibbering of the crowd, allows it to wash over him for a moment before turning his gaze to a specific man. “Well then, let’s hear why you’re all so upset! Come on up, Mr. Sonada! Yes, you! Come on!”
The man who ordered the hit on Riko, who hired Toji, who had no qualms about throwing everything into chaos because of some stupid beliefs.
Satoru waits until the man is up on stage with him and points a finger at him.
“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”
Sonada’s head implodes in on itself. Shrinking within the blink of an eye...then the blood and brain matter spatters outward in a shower that drenches the stage and the unlucky front row.
But not Satoru. His Infinity protects him from the mess. Leaves him perfect and pristine in the now silent hall. Hundreds of terrified eyes focused on the man in cargo pants and a too-big sweatshirt. He reaches up, takes his shades off, and calmly puts them in his pocket.
“Ne ne, let’s try that again, okay?” Sugary-sweet smile drops in time with the headless body; crystal blue eyes no longer alight with fire of any type. Blank, glassy, completely emotionless. There’s no humor now, just a man broken and haunted by the things he’s experienced and can no longer shoulder with grace.
“Obey. Me. You monkeys.”