#dainihogyo

[themxtleycrew]

@dainihogyo

Summers in London did not have the same sunshine as in Japan, a constant cloud from the factory smoke and heavy weather accompanying the prosecutor's steps in the street puddles. Long days of work of incessant back and forth between bureaucratic buildings had his eyes glaze over from the constant paperwork. Although it had been at least two months since the chief of justice arrest, he still hadn't been back in court from all the commotion in reinstating his mentor's, and in turn his, license. However, it did not stop Kazuma from snooping into police cases, and it is when he started to do a few patrols with (Apprentice) Inspector Gina Lestrade. Although he remembered what he did as the Masked Apprentice, not having amnesia and vengeance clouding his senses helped him learn another side of London better, and it looked like the young girl was eager to introduce Naruhodo's friend to the locals. "Fish and chips?" The samurai inquired, looking at the Gina walking by his side. "Don't think I ever had any. I only ate what Prosecutor Van Zieks gave me, and I get that his taste are not… common, to say the least." He reached for the english cap atop of his head as he spoke, clearing his throat. "Is that the fried mush Inspector Gregson always had in his hand, wrapped in newspaper? I always wondered how he managed to still carry any on the ship… did he stock up on them in his coat?"

Two months... it felt like an eternity, and yet the wounds were still raw. She'd learned the truth about the reaper, about the whole bloody system being corrupt, the target on her back, and the price Gregson had paid to ensure she was still breathing today. Many in Scotland yard had mixed feelings about Gina staying on as an (apprentice) Inspector, she had mixed feelings about it too. Gregson's reputation had been tainted among the force, and that extended to Miss Lestrade, who already had a poor reputation as a former street-rat.

This place, was one of her favorite haunts, but admittedly she hadn't come back here since the trial. "This was the Boss' favorite pub, 'best Fish n' chips' in London 'e use t' say." A small smile curled at her lips, remembering how Gregson always seemed to have the greasy food on hand wherever he went... even to his grave.

She remembered even trying to steal it from him on occasion, he'd get real cross with her. Toby would sometimes snatch the fries that fell from the wrapper. Given Kazuma's describing the fried food as 'mush', she could only assume it wasn't to his tastes. Gina didn't know much about Japanese cuisine, outside of what she'd learned from Ryunosuke and Susato, she remembered Susato mentioning a dish called 'soo-shee', apparently it was raw fish rolled in rice and sea-weed? Sounded strange to the former-diver, she imagined it was just as much the same feeling for Kazuma wondering about fish n' chips.

Gina tries to force the smile to stay, looking at the pub and back to the Prosecutor. She honestly felt this look was better for him than the flashy white coat and mask he wore before. "Well, it's about lunch time, an' I've got some money left from my last pay, 'ow about I treat you to some of London's best... course if it's too much for ya, I'm sure Toby would love to share."

[tenacquity]

Dear Partner,

I hope this reaches close to your person by the time you port at our homeland. How was your trip? I hope the accommodations were appropriate and that you enjoyed a trip with plentiful meals and a comfortable bed. A lot happened around your leave, and although part of me wished to remain by your side and set ablaze the streets of London together, I understood and respected your decision, thus not expressing it out of respect. It is only as dust settle that I find myself indulging in a moment of weakness to express my feelings and, hopefully, it only comes out as a witness of my affections. I know you will do well by our home, and I could see no one else better suited to make sure it is safe in the hands of justice.

I won't be in court for quite some time, as paperwork keeps piling up due to the incident from which I cannot stop expressing the gratitude of your involvement. My mentor is in the process of renewing both his license and his resolve, and so as a foreigner I can only do so much to support he and his goal. It brought me to roam the streets of London as I investigate with Inspector Gina how far the demons' reach has been, and if any other individual were wronged and in need of reparation. I cannot help but wonder, every time I experience this city, if you set foot in this cantine, this shop, on this bench, on the particular brick of this street. And when homesickness strikes me as it is a normal happenstance, I picture your expression when experiencing those wonders for the first time, and my heart finds itself at ease.

I saw the way Susato looks at you now. In a different way she used to look at me. You were never good at reading women, weren't you? As she is family to me, I leave her in your care, and whatever happens, you both have my blessing. Talking about family, Mr. Holmes has invited me for afternoon tea. I do not wish to impose, but thinking about how fond of Mikotoba-san he is, as his student I might consider take him up on the offer, what do you think?

I am sure our paths will cross sooner than we might think. Your reach for trouble seems to go beyond oceanic borders, after all. Maybe once I visit France or Germany I will hear of a legendary ace attorney shaking the very foundation of the whole of Europe courts?

Please take care of yourself, so I may witness you at your most beautiful the next time we meet.

Yours, Asogi Kazuma

@dainihogyo || my heart was not ready for this 🥺

Kazuma,

If you only knew the number of drafts this letter went through before I was satisfied, you'd be laughing that laugh of yours I already find myself dearly missing. You do know, after all, that I have never been a perfectionist . . . perhaps until your influence—and how that persists even when it feels like you're a world away. (I'll leave the guessing up to you, but surely Susato would be more than thrilled to give you the details, whether you ask her or otherwise.)

After the jarring trip to London, I sincerely doubt there is too much to complain about with the return voyage. Though, might I be bold enough to express that the freedom to not hide myself away in a wardrobe has been pleasant—? (Perhaps I'd trade that, however, if it meant you were there with me.) Your letter was a welcomed comfort when I reached these shores: almost as if you were here waiting for me. I am not ashamed to admit I have reread it many times, even in the perpetual busyness that has claimed us both. It's my personal wish that this might provide the same for you in return.

Through your endless gratitude, Kazuma, I find myself at a loss for words. "You're welcome" won't suffice. In fact, if any response is close enough to illustrating how I feel, it'd be something as simple as, "Of course." Because that's as simple as it gets: Of course I'd do this for you. And I'd do it again. And again. Without a second thought, or even a first one. You know I'll always stand by you no different than you've stood by me, and I only hope that you can find it in yourself to trust me as time goes on. Truly, I never wish for you to face any of these hardships alone ever again. You have me. No matter what.

It brings a smile to my face hearing you acquaint yourself with the people I've come to call my dearest friends. Would you extend my well wishes to them, next chance you get? Gina would no doubt like to hear that Susato has been asking after her. I do hope she's been well, and the very image of you two digging up secrets together is warming, to say the least.

I'd encourage giving our famous detective a chance. He's unlike any man I've ever met, but once you get past the eccentricities, there's a nobleness beneath. I can assume his invitation is in good taste; just make sure you've prepared yourself mentally. (I say this with endearment, of course.) After some of the questionable things he's done, Kazuma, I would not hold it against you if you couldn't bring yourself to be in his presence, but if you have the heart to, try hearing him out. I'll leave you to it.

The problem lies now in my inability to stop writing. It's a beautiful day here, and nothing but birdsong and the pleasant breeze carrying it has kept me company since I started this. I could go on forever, I feel. Perhaps I understand now how novelists can lose themselves in their words. But I'll put my pen down, satisfied by the idea of this bringing you the same joy your letter brought me.

I have much to do now that the day's started. You'll be on my mind, though, as you always are.

Take care, Ryunosuke

[tenacquity]

Dearest Partner,

I see you are studying hard, I'm proud of you! This means I will not have to be called to whip you into shape. A shame, it is something I miss doing the most. Do not fret too much, I would be happy to read your thoughts... only I might scold you for the lack of form. Just a bit. Don't overthink it, Ryunosuke, just use simple words, remember?

I shall do what's right and tell Apprentice Inspector Lestrade upon our next lunch. Although, I heed a warning, that as time goes by I may grow more selfish and want to keep those letters all to myself... do not tell me if you write to others.

I take your advice to heart, but may I give a confession? Part of cannot forgive the Great Detective. Not due to his scheming itself, no, I understand why he did so, in a similar way I understand why my father did what he did despite not agreeing with it, that is water under the bridge.

No, what I cannot forgive is that he came between us. He separated us. He took you away from me, my partner, and I cannot find it in me yet to forgive anyone for this... you have always been the strongest one, I applaud your kindness which I can only learn from.

However, it made me realise something. That without you, I am lost. Do not worry, for I am training to grow so fully accomplished and can more than stand on my own without holding you back.

Please enjoy the weather to the fullest, from dawn to night. And should your heart ache with doubt, look up to the sky, and know I am looking at the same one, believing in you. 月が綺麗ですね The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

I hope the gifts I send are suitable, and that you may enjoy the tea and snacks. I was taught almost under pressure quickly how to ascertain english goods of quality... probably something that has to do with associating with him and making sure only the finest is picked? I would say I'd like you to be the only one to partake in them, but knowing you it might only bring more anxiety to hide those from others, so feel free to give some to everyone.

Yours, Asogi Kazuma

@dainihogyo || 😩😩😩👌

Dear Kazuma,

Are you grading me on my ability to write letters, now? Surely there's better use for your time. That, or you're not nearly busy enough! (Know that I could not help but smile while I read that, everything considered. It's oddly comforting that you haven't changed in this way. You always did have a knack for slapping my wrist even when you're not present to do so.) Perhaps this will become easier, as time goes on. I am, after all, far more accustomed to speaking to you face-to-face. Forgive the sloppiness until then, if you believe you can survive it.

I understand why you would feel that way about Holmes. You have every right to, and I would never imply that you should forgive someone you are not ready to forgive. Even if you never find yourself ready, that is okay. I regret that I left London so quickly before I myself had the chance to fully digest my own feelings surrounding it all. The distance has given me proper room to breathe, which only makes me wonder how you are doing, still surrounded by a city that carries with it all of that weight.

Please do take care of yourself, Kazuma. If I could ask just one thing from you, that would be it.

If we are in the business of reprimanding each other, then allow me the opportunity to express how outlandish it is to believe you've held me back in any capacity. That couldn't be further from the truth, and when I claim I can put together novels of sentiments on just how grand of an influence you've had on me, I am hardly exaggerating. You are not lost, Kazuma. We still share the same sky, as you've observed. I am right here, thinking about you always. It is endlessly flattering to know I cross your mind to the same degree.

Thank you for the gifts! As always, you know precisely what I like, and, due entirely to your instruction and not my own selfishness, I kept at least a few things to myself. Maybe not everything needs to be shared, right? I enlisted Susato's help in putting together a package for you in return. May these treats from home bring you comfort when you need it most, along with the, as you say, form-less letters I keep sending.

Yours, Ryunosuke

[starlightterran]

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headcanon questions || answering

what do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

not exactly calloused, but not soft either. warm, though, he's basically a furnace temperature-wise.

[starlightterran]

hc + 🤕

headcanon questions || answering

pain-themed headcanon

clay has a decently high pain tolerance i'd say? he falls prey to emotional pain a lot more easily, to be honest. it can be almost debilitating if he's upset enough.

[starlightterran]

hc + 💌

headcanon questions || answering

romance-themed headcanon

he's bi and yes, his first crush on a guy was sol starbuck (which he still sort of nurses but working with sol almost full-time has softened it a little bit). overall, though, clay's life has been a whirlwind to get through his undergrad and master's degrees as fast as apollo got his own education completed, so romance hasn't really ever been a focus for him. so long as a potential partner doesn't mind him infodumping about his career or his interest in space, then it would probably work out.

[starlightterran]

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headcanon questions || answering

when was the last time they cried?

the night after he was told what would actually happen with HAT-2, and the higher ups made him sign an nda about it. sol starbuck has always been clay's biggest hero, and this was the biggest betrayal. even worse, clay was sworn to secrecy about it. so, that day when he got home, he finally allowed himself to break about it.

[grcmarye]

"Whatever you are thinking, it is not how my headband is made."

"But how else does it move on its own like that? Because my first Daddy and my uncle Valant had to use wires to make their capes do that!"