#gyokushou

[valorxdrive]

"...Why exactly does Minako have yellow eyes now?" Sora did you literally mess up Hifumi's future mom :l

"Huh? Yellow.. eyes?" It takes him a moment consider what could ever cause that? Far as Sora knows, if there has been any Heartless, the particular Rules of this world has restrained them in the Dark Hour for the most part.

So what could..? And moreso, why would Hifumi have him centered in the realm of her suspicions!?

What his heart does know is that he has to fight for his case here. "Yellow eyes is too tacky for an eye color for one! And secondly, why would I try doing anything to her?!"

If we utterly ignore the war crimes Minako caused like telling the lost keyblade orphans roaming the streets to consume money itself. And even then! Sora had nothing to do with that!

"I think we both know what could be the real case here. An enemy Shadow, Hifumi! It might've wound up possessing Minako outside of the Dark Hour!"

@gyokushou

[phoenixdynearch]

“ most of the time that stuff just goes in one ear, and out the other. ” a plain statement from the prince of the phantom theives, as she pops one of the tiny treats she had made into her mouth without a care. “ i’ve heard worse, so it doesn’t phase me anymore. or at least- i try not to let it bother me. i mean, it’s not always foolproof ! ”a sigh.  “ but at this point- it’s just the same recycled nonsense over and over ;  so i’ll only get upset when they say something new. ”

@gyokushou​, starters.

[gloryseized]

(( Plotted starter for @gyokushou ))

Akira grimaced, expression masked behind his glasses for a moment. It was an impulsive decision to come to the church that day, an impulsive decision in a line of several impulsive decisions that he wasn't quite sure were doing him any favors in the long run. He knew he should have just kept his head down, especially with the gym teacher Kamoshida breathing down his necks, trying all he could to get delinquent Akira kicked out of school again almost as quickly as he'd been placed there.

But despite all expectations, he'd made it several months, and Boss had even begun to trust him. And instead of keeping his head down, he'd began sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Because in the end, Akira couldn't just lie down, he couldn't just take it, even if his luck made him pay the consequences more often than not.

"There was an older student at Shujin today. He said--" This was stupid, Akira couldn't believe he'd done something so stupid. Even if the internet was buzzing with the Phantom Thieves, someone who could bring about a magical transformation of someone's heart like what'd just happened to Madarame, that didn't mean any of it was real. Akira steadied himself. "He said if we know someone who needs a change of heart, we should come here."

And there was a hungry look in his eyes, shining behind the fake glasses and too long hair, a way his jaw settled in a determined line. If she had known, she would have recognized the look from a fateful night not so long ago, but there were only three people present that night, none of which were the girl. "I know someone."

[beautheft]

Oh to be a girl so obsessed with seeing another girl gain her freedom that you're willing to break a "perfect" reality apart for it.

[beautheft]

"Fumi-chan!!" Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend!! Ah she may have missed her just a bit.

[beautheft]

The singing of a Naginata is the warning shot.

To those that stand by her side, it is tell enough of what was encroaching. To those who knew of naught, the conclusion would reach them too late.

Before Noir a river of inky ichor ran free, gurgling from the from the a headless shadow. From the chaotic mess of the culprit stood unbothered in her strides.

"What's wrong?"

Seafom eyes look other the girl with a quiet scrutinity. Neither cruel or unfeeling, just pure objectivity that comes from a lady to her fellow foot soldiers. A king to their knights.

The head is crushed up foot, ichor stain silver boots for but a moment as the Nymph drew closer.

"Debuff, floor status? Noir?"

Admiration The most potent and paralyzing toxin that can run through ones veins. Noir has felt it's effects many times before and she is certain that as she follows Hifumi, through all the heavens and hells or across all the lands of earth itself, she will feel it repeatedly again. Yet never did she imagine it would be tinted in such darkness.

The high pitched sound of the Naginata is like an arrow straight to Haru's heart. The ichor that shoots skyward and stains the ground around them she almost mistakes for her own rushing blood. The blood that tinges her cheeks red, that ring in her ears like a deafening waterfall. Then out of that darkness stands Seafoam a color Haru was starting to believe was the most beautiful hue in all of the world...

She strides over to Haru, her foot turning the fallen head to chunks and Haru's knees to jelly, momentarily making the world wash away in the beauty of the darkness of her deep dark hair and the drowning depth of her oceanic eyes. Yes in that moment Haru truly felt to be a knight stood before her king. She thought of going to a knee, swearing her loyalty to Hifumi for so long as they both shall live and letting the poison of her admiration seep into her every part of her being.

How could she not admire Hifumi? How could she not look upon such strength, such elegance, such ferocity and beauty and not be overwhelmed completely in her admiration? It is only her code name spoken aloud that can even vaguely clear her mind of the virulent effects of her own admiration.

"Hm?" A soft noise made so thoughtlessly she almost doesn't realize it's escaped her until a few seconds later. As reality, or well Mementos, settles back in and she is brought down from her own delirium. "Ah! I-I'm fine!! I was just- Tha-that umm... That final attack must have been more paralyzing then I realized."

Her face only turns more red in embarrassment now as she tries to hide her own folly. How foolish to get so wrapped up in her own head, her own admiration of Hifumi. To put them both in danger just because she was smitt... Oh dear.

[ofhope]

"Sensei, how do you...get to know yourself?" The ex-idol's words are quiet and sharp eyes remain passively fixed onto the table between them. It's hardly like her, like the girl that has come time and time again to his office. Once mandated by the school but eventually by her own volition.

"I thought I knew but....maybe I don't."

Perhaps because she couldn't remember the last time there was a genuine adult figure that was actually a positive person in her life. Hifumi shifted, her hand toying with the cord adorn in her hair.

"How am I suppose to know what is truly....me? I don't know how to answer anyone when they ask if I like something other than...Shogi."

“How you get to know yourself?”

Echoed into a heavy room, wrought with consideration. Pressed together lips answered her inquiry and were Takuto Maruki the sort of counsellor who took notes, a few scratchy lines would've tailed the action. Instead, Maruki leaned far back, glimpsed the popcorn ceiling and clasped his hands together: Hifumi was straight-laced, preferring words without flowery scents to mask their soured reality.

“You go through many selves as you age. For example, the one you thought you knew - you did know her, and she is a part of you. However, she isn't the whole of you: rather, one of the many grains of sand that make up Togo Hifumi. To answer your question... they are all you, different facets of you. Whenever you think of red,” a gesture to herself. “Everyone thinks of different shades. This doesn't make their idea of red any less red, just as one 'you' - the absence or presence - doesn't make it any less you. Does that... make any sense?”

With a head tilt and a wiry laugh, Takuto sat more astute: more attentive.

“Outside of Shogi, what are some things you would like to do? -- It could be things that you are currently doing, or things that your friends are doing... something you read in a book once, or something you thought of one day before doing your schoolwork.”

[beauthief-a]

@gyokushou has a question:

"...Haru-" Somethings remain the same where in some changes. The Summer rays do well in highlighting the lightly dusted eyeliner that Hifumi had taken to, one of many changes that can occur within a span of one year apart. Yet the nervousness that the younger girl shows isn't born from the impromptu road trip that the Phantom Theives were all but thursted into. No it was rather because of the radiant bloom of a girl before her. Someone so inherently cherished that any of the confidence and freedom Hifumi has gained shudder beneathe it. "Can I... I kiss you?"

It's been so long since Haru last saw all her friends, an entire year of events transpiring with Makoto being the only one she's seen in person that entire time. It feels as though everything has changed with them and yet when they're all together like this nothing has changed at all.

The trip wasn't going exactly as planned. No one could've predicted the appearance of the 'Jails' nor that the police would be trying to pin them for crimes they didn't even know were occurring until a few weeks ago. All they wanted was to get together for a fun summer after a year apart as always however fate, cruel as it always was for them, had other plans.

The summer sun loomed in the sky above with the only respite from it's wrath being the shade of the tree Haru and Hifumi had chosen to sit under. While the rest of the Phantom Thieves opted to go explore Sendai the two of them decided to stay back by the camper. They found a wonderful secluded spot in the tree line where they could simply enjoy existing in one another's presence again.

She'd been so excited to read this book she'd brought along when they were planning the trip. Yet now as she had time she couldn't focus on it, her mind continually wandering to the girl her hand sat next too. She wanted to take note of everything different about Hifumi now. Her new eyeliner that made her eyes seem all the deeper, the weight she'd gained over the year from the care she'd put into herself, all the changes in her that reflected her and not what that woman tried to make of her. Desperately Haru wanted to hold her, examine all those changes and tell her how beautiful she was.

Yet fear still gripped Haru, held her in place from acting on her desires. Fear of ruining this ideal moment they'd found amidst chaos. Fear of upsetting the balance that was their friendship, fear of what might happen if she stepped too closely towards her desires... Even after all this time she still feared what could come from romance. She trusted Hifumi more then anyone else. It was the uncertainty of what moving from friends to perhaps more that she did not trust.

Hifumi's voice makes her startle not realizing how lost in her own thoughts she'd become. Doe like brown eyes meeting green and reminding her of how the Earth loved the Sea. Before she can say anything Hifumi is continuing. The confidence she has gained over the year wavering. Haru instinctively moving closer completely forgetting about the book she'd brought along. In a way her own confidence was building not due to Hifumi's lack of it. But due to how she recognized it. It was the same lack of confidence she'd been dealing with all day. How silly it felt to have ignored her own this entire time yet to see it in someone else to want to wipe it all away.

She puts her hand on Hifumi's and stops when they're close enough to be touching. Under the shade of the tree the red in her already pink cheeks is more noticeable especially as it reaches her ears.

"I'd like that, very much, Hifumi..." With her consent given and Hifumi's received, she leans forward into Hifumi's kiss and allows herself to be reminded that fate is not wholly cruel. In fact when it wants to be it can very kind.