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[goddamnit-akabayashi]

awakusuartfront replied to your photo “So I was playing a card game with my friends and what comes up. This...”

So dramatic Aozaki

You’d be angry too if someone stole something you’d created. 

Oh wait.

You don’t make anything.

[goddamnit-akabayashi]

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┼ = My muse walks in on your muse…(24)crying.

Aozaki Shu thought that school was a waste of time. Which seemed fair, because school thought the same thing about Shu. He did not understand its assignments, he wasn’t interested in its activities, and didn’t care much for the company. With little to no help from his despondent mother and drunk father, elementary school constituted a prison for the young boy. A prison he was meant to enjoy.

The bell rang. Classes ended for the afternoon, thankfully. But school lived on in the conversations of his peers.

“Aren’t you studying?”

“Already?”

“Junior high entrance exams are in two months! My dad says I have to study every night until then.”

“I see! I don’t even know which school I want to go to yet.”

Shu wanted to tell them to shut up as they clogged the hallway, but he knew what they would tell them. He would be lucky to make it into junior high school at all. High school itself sounded like a sarcastic snort. With his family? With his grades? Shu quit those thoughts before they manifested a headache. 

But the headache came anyway, in the form of an underclassman blocking his path. Shu grunted as he accidentally knocked the boy back. The kid was so light he thudded to the ground, and the surrounding children turned to Shu warily. 

“Damn,” He muttered under his breath. This would count towards the bullying reputation he didn’t have. “Are you okay?”

He adjusted his bag and crouched down to help his underclassman. The boy nodded and accepted his hand. He was a quiet kid, but Shu spotted colorful splotches on his cheeks. The boy’s nose didn’t look quite right, and his eyes-

“Are you sure? You don’t look so good.”

There was a cut on the boy’s lip. The surprise of the meeting had reopened it. 

“Shit. You’re bleeding,” Shu cursed and took the boy’s hand. “Come on, we’ll just wash it off.”

“Wait-!” The kid protested in a tight, high-pitched voice. He couldn’t have been older than seven. Shu’s expression hardened as he dragged his underclassman to the bathroom. Whispers followed them in the hallway.

Shu opened the bathroom door on a group of little boys with comic books. He recognized a few of them, but all of them were younger than him. As a fifth year held back once, his eleven might have been the most impressive age in the school. The boys looked from Shu’s startling presence to the roughed-up first year in his grip. 

They’re afraid, he scoffed. I’ll give them something to be afraid of. 

“All of you get out,” He demanded. “I got business with this kid.”

“Okay!”

They were eager to comply. Idiots, Shu grunted inwardly. As soon as the room was empty, Shu took his underclassman to the sink and let go of his hand. 

“There. Wash yourself off now, okay?”

The boy nodded and ran the faucet. He seemed disappointed by his reflection in the mirror, and the blood had spread to taint his lips by now. 

“Who beats up first years, anyway?” Shu wondered aloud. When the other boy turned to stare at him, he grew self-conscious and quickly changed the subject. 

“Whatever. I’m Shu. What’re you called?”

The boy swallowed. He was tiny and frail, and his clothes didn’t speak of any outrageous social standing. Whipping boy, Shu surmised. 

“Haruya.” He answered after a while. 

“You’ve been crying, Haruya.”

Haruya frowned and looked as though he wanted to argue. Shu stuck his hand under the faucet and flicked some water onto the younger boy’s lips before he could split them. 

“It’s fine,” Shu said, “You don’t have to get embarrassed. This place is a hellhole. It’d make me cry if I was a first year, too.”

He cleaned Haruya up a bit more, set him on his way home, and didn’t think twice about the incident. Shu’s life carried on. His father eventually committed suicide, his mother went missing, and he never did make it into high school. A local gang took great interest in his fighting prowess, however, and he began to collect decent money through illicit agreements- otherwise known as muggings. 

He climbed the ladder as his body filled out with muscle. Shu became a tall boy, and from there a well-developed adult. The name Awakusu entered his life shortly afterwards, giving him the family he’d never had before. He worked under lieutenant Kine for years, eventually gaining a rank nearly equal to his own. When Kine introduced his own lieutenant, a skinny boy barely in his twenties, Shu didn’t think too much of him.

Except that there was something strangely familiar about his name.

[moeruhi-blog]

awakusuartfront replied to your post: “you write tsuki really sexually but on your mun page you say you're...”:

ace=/= sex repulsed. what a walnut anon

idk man people on this site are either know it alls or have no idea what they're saying....

[mafia-and-coloring-books]

awakusuartfront replied to your post:Looking for artwork on Deviantart is like going...

my old url on deviant that I made in like 07 has my birth year and a character I used to like in it it’s really embarrassing

Mine is loaded with fan fiction and pictures from middle school would not recommend 

[moeruhi-blog]

Shiki is making me blush //////////

[goddamnit-akabayashi]

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✂ = My muse will kill yours.

“This place used to be so alive.” 

That was what he thought while dust gathered on the walls, cliched though it was. Only a few months ago, this warehouse had functioned as one of the Awakusu-kai’s many outfits. They’d erected walls, cubicles, showrooms for art, parlors for meetings. Then they lost their footing. The area swarmed with cops, kids, thugs. Aozaki would’ve held onto the front, but Dougen’s son overruled his decision. The Awakusu office was dismantled quickly and efficiently, as it were planned to be. It took less than a week to strip the building of its resources and convert it to this hollow, rusting warehouse. Aozaki paced beneath a window, the toothpick in his mouth worried from nearly fifteen minutes of constant attention. 

But he needn’t have been concerned. Shiki arrived just as requested. Aozaki turned from the window, watching with relief as his fellow executive stepped into the former office. Three men briskly escorted Shiki inside, his expression deeply troubled.

“What’s the meaning of this, Aozaki?” Shiki demanded. His underlings had their hands stuffed in their jackets, barely concealing their weapons. 

Aozaki frowned and mockingly raised his hands in a gesture of harmlessness. 

“I call a private meeting with you, and you take it as a declaration of war?” 

Shiki’s guarded look did not leave him. Ao snickered. 

“You brought your whole fucking fanclub, too.”

A waver of hesitation crossed Shiki’s face. For a moment, it seemed as though he’d tell his men to stand down. But that second passed and Shiki raised his voice.

“Give me one good reason not to shoot you right now.” He commanded coldly. 

“Fine, fine.”

Gunshots erupted. Lightning flashed within the large space and choked screams soon followed. Aozaki watched as Shiki threw himself to the ground, but he wasn’t the only one to fall. Within ten seconds, the shooting was over. Shiki’s men lay sprawled on the floor, most dead before they even hit it. Aozaki nodded to the pair of suits in the doorframe and they nodded back, closing the warehouse’s doors and locking them. 

“I’m going to shoot you first.” Aozaki answered belatedly, approaching Shiki at a patient stride. 

The man’s face was as pale as his suit, but he still had a fair fight in him. Shiki rolled to his feet and bent his knees in a defensive stance. Aozaki was familiar with this line of combat. He understood that Shiki would now wait for him to make his move, as he always did. It was one of the things that always irked him about the executive, and now he would ensure that Shiki’s passivity was his downfall. 

Aozaki threw an experimental punch at Shiki, putting a great measure of force behind it. Shiki focused on his momentum immediately, dodging the blow and wrapping both hands around Aozaki’s arm. With a grunt, he used the Blue Demon’s force to flip his attacker forward-

-giving Aozaki the perfect opening to drive the needle into Shiki’s neck. 

“Agh-!”

The hiss of pain echoed throughout the room, nearly crushed by the thud of Aozaki’s body as his momentum threw him to the ground. He’d had to take Shiki’s retaliation, but it didn’t matter now. The Blue Demon picked himself up with ease as his colleague’s joints began to freeze up. 

“Aozaki-” Shiki seethed, crumbling to his knees. His veins burned with poison, his vision twisted and blurred. The hypodermic needle was a flaming fang in his neck, and he tore it out with a shaking hand. The venom reached Shiki’s lungs and soon he struggled to breathe. 

Aozaki stood over him, his expression flat and dark as an adder’s. 

“Why?” Shiki spat at him, fighting to keep himself even the least bit stable. He was aware that his death would be soon at hand, but he would not face it trembling. “Aren’t we brothers? Didn’t we drink from the same cup?” 

The Blue Demon did not answer. His eyes seemed to grow blacker by the moment. 

“You were in my way, Shiki.” He finally responded. “Mikiya relies on you, treats you like his nurse. With you out of the picture, the Boss will have a hard time keeping his shit together. While he’s in a panic trying to find or replace you, he’ll be most vulnerable-”

“All your talk of honor and tradition, and this is what it comes down to.” Shiki snarled. Sweat shone on his face and the tendons on his neck popped out strongly. “Seems like you and Akabayashi have a lot in common after all.”

Aozaki’s shoe caught him across the jaw, throwing him onto his back. Shiki coughed as more air fled his lungs and he was momentarily left with none. His view of the ceiling was quickly obstructed by Aozaki’s livid expression. 

“Don’t you fucking say that,” He growled. “Akabayashi’s betrayal was for his own selfish desires. This is for the good of the syndicate. Goddamn it, Shiki, can’t you see?” 

Aozaki’s tossed his arm out, gesturing to the warehouse. 

“This place was a goldmine! And Mikiya gave it up for what? A few goddamn cops! He’s going to keep making these shit decisions. He’s going to drive everything Lord Dougen built into the ground-”

“Which is conveniently where you’ve chosen to put him.”

“He’s a spoiled brat who thinks of his men as servants and toys rather than able-bodied soldiers-”

“Funny coming from a man who just eliminated three of them.”

“Shut up!” Aozaki roared. It seemed like he meant to kick Shiki again, but he relented. His nostrils flared angrily, his rage building within him like a bull in the pen. 

“You really think Lord Dougen wants you to murder his son?” Shiki questioned sharply. Control of his body slowly slipped away, but his eyes he could retain. The piercing look that scared many a man shitless now made Aozaki quite uncomfortable. 

“He has a granddaughter,” Aozaki said stubbornly, “His family isn’t dead. His son would only ruin-”

“You’re a disgrace, Aozaki. Lord Dougen would be ashamed of you.”

A frigid silence enwrapped them. It seemed neither man would ever catch his breath. For the first time in a long while, Aozaki experienced regret. It reached up within him and clutched his heart like a child’s hand, begging him to go back. 

He tore it off and cast it to the ground. It’s for the good of the family. Like pulling a knife from a wound. Mikiya could not be allowed to ascend to godfather status. And killing Shiki was just the first step in preventing that succession. 

“You did everything right, Shiki.” Aozaki muttered. He took a step forward and pressed his foot against the man’s neck. Shiki choked and attempted to raise his arms, but the paralysis rendered him helpless. Aozaki crushed him.

“You just did it for the wrong person.”