#cyclingprincess

[metokiba-blog]

@cyclingprincess

“May I say, your looks are as breath-taking as Beethoven’s Concerto No. 3... your fangirls are not wrong, truly a work of art...” 

Unaware of how much he was feeding Toudou’s ego, he just had to speak his mind on that one.

[sangakx]

💀

“Oh, good, you’re finally up. That pill was stronger than I thought.”

[bepsibae]

💀

“I’ll kill you, I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill you!”

[sangakx]

@cyclingprincess

      Lowering the slice of pizza that he held, Toudou blinked at Manami. He couldn’t help but feel his heart sink at the mention of his diet. Of course, he had to look good for his fan club, but he assumed it wasn’t the same with his teammate.

      “ O–Oh, I guess you’re right. After all, I have to keep myself looking good. Pizza is disgusting anyways… “ He huffed, placing the food back down onto his plate.

Sure, Manami came off as dense and slightly stupid at times, though that was the last thing the boy was. Tending his head as he took a huge bite from his slice of pizza, he intended to eat Jinpachi’s slice as well ---- training made him not only tired but also hungry! ---- but he also took note at how sad his team mate appeared. Was he hurt? Wasn’t he the one who suggested the diet himself? Sometimes, talking to Toudou was like talking to a girl... only hearing riddles and mysteries.

As he reached his hand over to grab the slice, it stung him to end up eating it himself, so instead he lifted it up in front of the older male’s mouth and poked the tip against his lips. “Make room for the plane, Toudou-san~! Say ‘aaaa~’! Hehe...” With pizza sauce stained cheeks himself, he gave a cute smile, not wanting the other to starve. “Toudou-san looks perfectly fine the way he does! If you were a little slimmer, you wouldn’t be that handsome! So open wide, please~!”

[bepsibae]

Sugar Sugar Honey | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

@cyclingprincess

Getting kicked out of a bar was not that unusual for the man; he was prone to pick a bone with lousy men, rascals and wanna-be punks who had nothing better to do with their life than to harass women. While Yasutomo really had an issue with the fairer sex himself, he also was in no way trying to degrade them. It was merely a matter of bad experiences in the past that led him to be distant towards them, not wanting to trust them, not wanting to open up to them. Therefore, having a relationship was quite a struggle... if anything, he would’ve had one-night-stands for the fun, but rather not wanting to get attached to the ladies. Of course, all in consent and only wanting to partake in these actions when the counterpart knew that it was a one-time-thing and nothing serious. Tonight, it was one of these nights: getting kicked out of a bar because he called out a guy who threatened a girl with a knife to her throat (maybe a callgirl who didn’t bring enough cash to her punter, but it still was no humane way of treating anyone. No matter the sex). Of course, he had to deck him, and of course, he would’ve gotten tossed out in a heartbeat. It was not his business, but he just was not the type to stand still while someone was scared for their life. It was one thing to steal shit from people, but another to take advantage of his power, that was not down his alley.

Kicking an empty can on the ground as he walked down the road, the rain was hitting him hard; nothing to cover his head with, his hair was soaked and partially covering his view, thankfully his leather jacket would keep him dry enough, but he couldn’t say the same for his blue jeans. Stepping into puddles, Arakita was aiming to go back to base -- he was not drunk, he could’ve gone for a few more hours of raiding other bars, but with that literal piss-poor weather, he just wanted to get dried up and maybe fall into his bed to listen to a bit of music. 

But his plan for tonight surely wasn’t going to go that way at all.

While he reached a crossroad, he looked over to a couple. At least, that’s what he thought at first... but honestly, the age gap was quite risqué in a manner, he thought that it was daring to think that this was a love relationship unfolding at its worst, and more so, this must’ve been an argument between father and daughter. The woman looked in distress, but it was not worth getting involved just yet. They were yelling at each other, calling each other names (which, again, was a shocker to the Lone Wolf -- what kind of father would treat his daughter like that? It was odd). Though, he clearly heard the name ‘daddy’ being dropped ---- it was a mystery, that’s for sure.

However, the situation turned once the man was getting more and more aggressive. The black-haired man just could sniff out that something bad was going to happen. Starting to walk over to them, he kept a normal pace as if he was nothing but a pedestrian, though as he was close enough -- and recognised that the guy totally was lunging forward to punch the smaller -- he reached out to grab the man’s wrist and stop him before there could’ve been an impact, using his force to push him back and gain some distance between the odd couple, standing in the middle to shield the woman. “Don’t know where you’ve been raised or what kind of whore-ish mother you had in your life, but it surely is no way to raise a hand to any woman, you cunt.” Despite the aggressive tone in his voice, he merely snarled, he was not raising his voice yet, merely growling in the back of his throat like an animal would while it’s warning its prey.

“As the older of the two of you, you should’ve been more mature than that. Do me a favour and fuck off before I’m going to re-decorate your wrinkly face, ojiji.”

[metokiba-blog]

“i don’t regret it. i just wish it had never happened.”

“Ehhh…” Making a noise of surprise while he looked at the other in semi-confusion, he blinked a few times. Surely, he was not paying attention all too well – not because he was bored, but more so because he was too distracted by the music playing in the back of his head. Moving to tilt his head downwards, peeking at his feet as he sat next to the Hot Springs Inn manager (or at least he thought he was, Ashikiba was really not good at keeping track of all the things around him, forgetting so easily), he couldn’t help but notice the other’s teary eyes while he was attempting to pull himself together and hide the fact that he was sad.

As much as he wanted to understand, Takuto also felt as if it was in no shape or form right to bluntly ask him about the matter. All he knew was that it had everything to do with Arakita’s rage ever since some information leaked out, he remembered a name ‘Makishima’ and that’s all the reason he had backed up in his brain as to why the Lone Wolves’ leader no longer would step foot into this establishment, while he would not stop his men from doing so (much like the airheadish ginger who just loved to take steaming hot, long baths in the springs), he would make the decisions by himself and therefore would rather avoid too much friction and contact between himself and Toudou, instead of lashing out on him once more. Yasutomo was a man with backbone after all, despite being a criminal, he was so proud to go by the code and it was relevant for him after all. 

Tending his head lightly, he tried to smile at the sad man, thinking about ways how to make this situation better. “Regret isn’t necessarily the best thing anyway, Toudou-san. Things happen. It’s how life goes. Sometimes, we are the maestro of our own lives, and sometimes, we are instruments being played according to the notes, so… it’s… it’s just how it is! Yeah…” 

The boy knew that his height was somewhat scary sometimes, so, for some odd reason, he decided to kneel down next to where the man sat, putting his chin onto the man’s thigh to look up at him like a small puppy – people loved puppies, right?! They’d start smiling when seeing one and they’d want to pet them and hug them and kiss them, maybe Jinpachi will feel better!? “Some people say, ‘time heals all wounds’, but I think time only manages to let the weeds grow tall enough, so we will forget about what’s underneath. Eventually, it’ll be erased from our memory, and we are no longer feeling remorse… you’ll feel that way, too, don’t be so upset. Arakita-san surely still wants to be your friend, he is just really hot-headed and… temperamental.” Reaching up to his face, he played with his cheeks a little, trying to form his mouth into a smile while pinching them as he returned a faint smile to the other to show him what his intentions are.

[bepsibae]

@cyclingprincess

“Now, don’t act up like that. You won’t die.” 

Maybe, he was being insane by suggesting that in the first place -- but then again, wasn’t he always such a daredevil to begin with?!

Wanting to find some common ground -- something to bond over -- Arakita had the smartest idea of them all. ‘Oh, I know, mopeds!’ Perhaps that was not one of his brightest moments, but then again ---- he really was pushing for it now. Ever since the emotional (and perhaps mental) breakdown between the two of them, he was hoping to somehow get closer to the man. He would even go as far as calling it a date (though, he wasn’t so sure if Jinpachi agreed on that term, considering that he had all the options to pick any handsome guy to go on a date with, and by handsome he really didn’t mean anything like Yasutomo).

After he had picked up the other from his home, making acquaintance with one of his moms (who was, by the way, really nice and sweet to him, it almost baffled Arakita how someone so adorable could be the mother of... such an self-absorbed dumbass. But maybe he’d have to meet the other mom to see where the similarities were), he made sure to take the boy to a hill with his moped, a pretty landscape with trees and all sorts of greenery, a quiet spot, perfect for training how to ride a moped without getting in any accidents.

“I’ll sit on the back, just move over here and sit before me, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

[kumomakishima]

“Please, help me. I’m hurt.”

The last thing he expected to find was a familiar face when he was walking down the street at night ---- mostly after scaring off some shady guys (probably Fighting Dogs or something, these were really the filthiest); the headband, really?!

Kneeling down, he checked him up quickly, only finding bruises and no open stab wounds -- it didn’t help that he felt rather... uneasy. It was one thing getting injured himself, or seeing his gang mates taking a beating from others -- but a regular guy who had nothing to do with these kinds of things? It was grotesque, almost.

“You sure have dangerous acquaintances, sho...” He tried to brighten the mood as he chuckled awkwardly as ever, moving the man onto his feet and throwing his arm around his shoulder, bending down some, to be more suitable for the smaller’s size. “Do you want me to take you to a hospital, o-or do you think we can patch you up at home?! I mean... do you think you got stabbed? I didn’t see anything but bruises...” The man was a drama queen and really whiny ---- it wouldn’t surprise him to get frightened like that and in the end he was simply decked a few times. But it didn’t change that he felt quite angered and upset about this situation. Was it Yuusuke’s fault? Was that someone from Yasutomo’s gang to take it out on the guy for revealing a little too much to someone who was not in their gang?! Somehow... this really made the guy feel sick to the stomach.