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Best part of KAT is that given that about half of the fighters had literally never fought in the organization before, the only way there could be those photos that were projected onto the audience during their introductions was if they had a photoshoot for all of the fighters who had passed the exam. This would had to have happened after Kaneda's fight with Ryo, and all I personally can think about is how much of a pain in the ass that photoshoot must have been.
A/n: For the anon who asked for Raian x s/o fluff. Sorry, I’m finally getting caught up with all of the requests.
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It is fucking freezing outside. You shiver, feeling like you’re to the bus stop bench. After forty minutes of waiting, this had better be worth it.
Five more minutes, and then I’ll call him
“Hey, (name)! There ya are, babe.” You’re snapped out of your misery by your boyfriend’s voice. The demonic aura Raian gives off would be a red flag to anyone else. To you, it’s home. You stand up and brace for the hug.
“Raian, it’s been three weeks! I almost thought you forgot.” Maybe you shouldn’t think his smile is so cute. Maybe you shouldn’t give a crap as to what you should or shouldn’t think. “Here, I got you this.” You hand him the simply wrapped box. “It’s a defensive post that can make it impossible for your enemies to run away and makes an enclosure that is almost a square mile. It has twenty different modes of defense and could electrocute cowards. It also works as a knife if you ever want the personal touch. I saw it and thought of you.” His kiss is almost as dizzying as the knife supposedly makes the victims feel. On second thought, that could be the smell of grease.
“Hang on, why do you smell like grease and wood chips?”
“It’s complicated. First thought, happy anniversary, (Name). I was gonna take you to your favorite restaurant. I’m sorry that it burned down last week, but I got you the next best thing. Come on, follow me.”
You take his hand and the two of you run towards the ruins, Raian practically pulling you off your feet. You run up two blocks, crossing the street at a red light, and sliding over the roof of a very expensive looking car before you get to the charred remains of the restaurant. Except instead of the charred remains of the beautiful building, or the building itself, there’s a small cozy looking replica there. A smaller scale replicas of the columns, the slightly tinny recorded version of the live music, the not quite dry paint of the sign.
“Umm, Raian, what is this place? A new yakuza front?”
“Better!” You finally notice that the people wearing the server’s uniforms have strangely black eyes. “It’s our front! I asked gramps for a few favors, and after about three arguments and fifteen destroyed walls, he gave me full authority of the Kure clan for this. We’re still re-building, so it’s not quite done, but it’s as exact of a replica as we can make it considering we had a week.” This is the first time you see Raian looking so shy. “D’ya like it?”
“I love it! Raian, it’s perfect! Let’s go in.”
Fusui, wearing a fabulous uniform, complete with a red tie, shows you the table and Reichii, wearing the same outfit but with a red bow, walks up once both of you are seated.
“Would the lovebirds care to order?” he asks as he hands you both the menus. You order, Reichii pretends to write the orders down (no point when the kitchen is two feet away), and you are quickly served some of the most delicious-smelling food. As the new track of tinny jazz music fades in, you gaze into the eyes of the man you love.
“Happy third anniversary, (Name).”
(It goes great, right up until the exploding flambé.)
Raian: In my day, we knew how to protest.
Koga: What day was that?
Raian: 1989.
Ryuki: ...how old were you when you were protesting?
Raian: ...My grampa took me. Anybody have a problem with that?
Could I request a Raian Kure with an fem s/o who he sees again after disappearing not by choice, but they do keep in contact. Maybe she returns with baby girl. Bonus if Erioh is completely taken with her like Karla. (og sent from sol-chibi-writer)
A/n: @sol-chibi-writer no prob! (Sorry this is so late, my laptop deleted my go draft and i got caught up in appointments and essays, so i only had time to re-write this a few hours ago.)
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Whatever Raian was expecting, it wasn’t her running into the Kure home. Her irregular footsteps, her voice, her cheesy slacky grin, he hadn’t seen those in almost a year. It can’t be her, she left, but it is.
Normally Rain wouldn’t let anyone this close, but here he was, being hugged to death by her. It had to be her. The grip on his upper back instead of lower, the slight smell of dying but not yet dead flowers, the scars on her forehead all confirm it. Only she knew where that one ticklish spot on his back was, and she was pressing it now the way she always did.
“I’m back, I’m back, it’s me Raian, it’s me”
“(Name), where the hell did you go? Why did you go! WHY!” Maybe Raian should be relieved she’s back, but he’s mostly pissed. (Name) left almost a year ago and, sure, she called, but she promised to be back in April! It’s fucking October now! “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO YOU ROTTEN-” Thank god she kisses him then because he had no actual insult planned there.
“Look, Raian, I didn’t want to leave, I got kidnapped. They took all of my stuff, and their home base was in fucking Hicksville, Michigan. I got out after about two months, but with the injuries and the, other thing, I couldn’t come back until about now.” Okay, that might be a semi-valid excuse to not have answered the phone and calling him from a payphone instead, but what injury could hold (name) back for that long? Raiain had seen this woman catch bullets and run on broken bones. She didn’t get that injured.
“Why did they kidnap you? And what “other” fucking thing?”
“Well, a) because I was, err am, was, your girlfriend, and b) I, ummm, kinda,” she’s stalling. The last time she stalled was never.
Bad sign.
“I, uhhhh, waskindasortapregnantandgavebirthandwehaveadaughternow.”
Pause.
What.
“We,” he motions to both of them, “we have-have kid? You-Y-You were pregnant?” Smooth, he knows, but the fuck? When?
“Yes. You needed a kid to help with the whole ‘Kure clan strength’ thing. Erioh said I was a good candidate because I was strong enough. We both agreed to not use protection once we both found out we were clean. You came in me. That’s how children are made.” (Name)’s slow semi-patronizing explanation, combined with her how unhooking what he thought was a backpack to reveal it as a backwards baby carrier, makes the situation fully sink in.
“How old’s she?”
“Four months. She has your eyes, and your annoying tendency to bitch whenever I leave the room for longer than an hour.” There’s no venom in either of their voices.
“She got a name yet?”
“I was thinking we could decide together, but-” Whatever (Name) was about to say is drowned out by the people running in.
“See, I told you, Reichi! (Name)’s back!”
“She is, Henzo, so you were right. Gramps, she’s holding a baby. (Name), is the baby-”
“Yep. All black eyes, just like her daddy over here.”
“Let me see her! Quickly! Hello, my great-great-little granddaughter, hello!”
“Give me my fuckin kid back!”
“Watch the language, (Name)!”
“Shut it Henzo! That’s our kid gramps just stole, she’s allowed to swear if he doesn’t GIVE US THE FUCKIN KID BACK!”
“My beautiful great-great-granddaughter.”
“Let me go, Reichii!”
“Fuck you!”
“Watch the fucking language!”
Whoever this child ends up taking after, she’ll certainly have a delightful family to deal with.
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END
I love this blog! Could I get Tokita Ohma with a fem s/o who is revealed before Karla shows up,and the others with their reaction. The big idea for this is maybe what if Ohma is actually married ( though he kept this part secret.) not sure on this scenario
A/n: Sure! As a heads-up, I kinda wrote this at 5 am bc i wake up away too early sometimes, so i’m not sure what pronouns i used bc i might have reverted to they/them on default. I’ll see if i can go back and edit it later if that’s the case.
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“Hey Ohma,” you call out as you walk up to his table. You see that even before you finished the second word he’s already aware it’s you, face lighting up ever so slightly.
“Hey, (y/n)” he pulls you into a lazy kiss once you’re right next to him. It’s good to see each other again, and both of you are quite happy with your sneaking on the boat to the tournament. You’ll have to miss part of the real thing sadly, but it’s worth the jet lag and sleep deprivation you'll inevitably have to deal with to see him smile.
“THE FUCK SEAWEED HEAD?!” The blonde asshole who just yelled that delightful combination of words is staring at you in shock, as are all of the other parties present. The old guy and the girl with glasses are both looking at you like you set the table on fire.
“What? (Y/n) and I are married. ‘M allowed to kiss ‘em if I want to.” Some days you wish your husband was a bit more eloquent. Other times you love how he can things like this so casually, like you two weren’t smiling nonstop the day of your wedding.
“Ohma, why didn’t you tell us you were married?”
A shrug. “You didn’t ask, and i didn’t think I’d see (Y/n) until another month or so, so it wouldn't matter either way Akiyamakaede.”
The glasses girl finally composes herself enough to regain the calm expression she had.
“Well, (Y/n),” her voice is remarkably calm, you’ll give her that, “it’s very nice to meet you. I apologize for our reactions.” She (obviously) kicks the old man and the blonde moron underneath the table so they try to stop gaping. “We’re just all surprised that Ohma’s married. It’s never come up in conversation before, so we were a little shocked at this. Nonetheless, I hope we can get along. I’m Akiyama Kaede.”
You take the handshake. She seems nice, if a tad awkwardly clinical. Judging by the outfits, she’s the most organized and put together of the three. The old guy is calm enough now to also reach out.
“And I’m Kazou Yamashita. Your husband is fighting for my company at the tournament. I, uh, I apologize for my initial shock.” Good man, awkward, but willing to accept the unexpected, you note. Unlike Kaede he seems to have already calmed down entirely instead of masking the remaining reaction.
“Alright, pretty face, I’m Lihito, the Superman!” Whatever fragile peace you thought was settling between you and the group quickly evaporates. On the bright side, it’s clearly not just you that’s irritated by this good shoving his face right next to yours.
You push him away as quickly as possible. You can’t help but make a small note of how it’s Kaede who pulls this “Lihito” off of you.
“Leave. (Y/n). Alone. She’s clearly not interested in you, Lihito, and you don’t want either them or Ohma killing you if keep annoying (y/n). Got. It?” Somehow this woman, clearly without any combat skills, is keeping a guy twice her weight back with only painful-looking grip on his ear.
“So, ehh, Miss akiyama putLihitodwnplease, (Y/n), how did you and Ohma meet?” You and Ohma both smile at that memory. You nudge him under the table. You’re too tired to bother with details right now.
“Well, it was a good fourteen years or so ago, if you believe (y/n). I say twelve, but it’s close enough. She was in the forest to meditate, and my old teacher took me there for my training...”
[Akoya and Hiyama’s second meeting]
Akoya: I'm not a thug, I'm police.
Hiyama: Okay, then name one law.
Akoya: Don't kill people.
Hiyama: That's on me, I set the bar too low.
Kaneda: That was plan M.
Lihito: Don't I die in plan M?
Kaneda: Yeah, usually.
Lihito: What do you mean usually? How many plans do I die in?
Kaneda: C, F, and M through Q.
Lihito: Hold up, C? That's a little close to home. Need to switch that up. How many plans does Ryo die in?
Kaneda: Uh, none. [turns to Okubo] And none. [turns to Ohma]...[turns back to Okubo] But there is one where Okubo comes out with a scar.
