#number 32

[dumpstergoat]

[bestbonnist]

Chapter 171.2 Rough Summary

As a reminder, I won't be translating the chapter this week. But since the official release won't come out until Wednesday, I thought I would do this for anyone who can't wait.

Kai asks who gave the doll her tagchip. The doll doesn't know what he's talking about, and he says she's wearing one around her neck. She pulls out the tagchip that we've seen in her memories.

The doll doesn't know what it is or when it got there. Kanitarou gives the run down on tagchips: every human has one inside them and they give humans their freedom and rights. The doll is ecstatic.

The doll thanks Kai for giving it to her, and he explains that he didn't do it. The doll wonders where it came from for a second, maybe it was the ramen stall owner, but decides it doesn't really matter. She asks Kai to show her how to use the tagchip, but Kanitarou rains on her parade by reminding her that they don't work on toys.

Cue long explanation by Kanitarou on how tagchips are implanted that I skimmed because it hurt to look at. The doll gets pissed at him and complains that he always talks too much (I felt a sense of kinship in that moment). Kai wonders whose tagchip it is and why they removed it from their body.

The doll says it must have been the ramen stall owner again. On the subject of the ramen stall owner, she thinks of ramen, and then of the dream she had of ramen, and then the dream she had of the tagchip.

That train of thought leads the doll to her dream of the girl with the blindfold. Kanitarou calls her stupid because dolls can't dream. Kai asks her what the girl looked like and Eko brings her pot out so the doll can show her her memories. But before they can do that Eko notices that the tagchip is saying something and snatches it away.

The tagchip displays the image of a 5-star girl whose name is listed as Number 32, and says that she's dead. The doll notices that this is the same person who appeared in her dream and Bon notices that she looks exactly like Mizuha.

Gugu asks what happened to the Guardians, and Bon says that Mizuha dissolved them but the remnants formed Kaibara Cybernetics. Hylo says that Mizuha was dead by the time tagchips were implemented (meaning she couldn't still be alive by the life extension affect of the chips). Gugu asks if that means 32 is one of Mizuha's descendants, but Tonari says no, it's clone of Mizuha.

Tonari reveals that she learned of this some years ago, when she spied on Kaibara as a ghost and saw that they have a number of children who resemble Mizuha. She told Fushi, but they apparently already knew about it.

In order to keep Hayase's bloodline alive, they have a ton of Mizuha clones working at Kaibara as employees. Bon realizes that Number 32 means the girl is the thirty second clone.

Tonari wanted to get rid of the doll because Kaibara can track the tagchip to their location, but getting rid of the tagchip should work as well. Hylo and Messar agree with her.

The doll tries to get them to change their minds, because she needs the tagchip to become human. She believes that 32 gave it to her so she could do that. But Tonari asks her why she wants to do that in the first place.

The doll is taken aback and feebly starts to reply that it was because the ramen stall owner told her to, but Kanitarou butts in and declares that if Tonari, Hylo, and Messar try to take the tagchip, he'll stop them with his super arm.

March and Eko join him. Bon and Kai try to deescalate the situation, but March makes them join her. Gugu is still undecided. The chapter ends with the two teams facing off.

[kurofaificsearch]

What: I cant remember if it was after the final battle or post canon, but there was a scene where everyone returned injured and Fai still had vampire blood in him and Kurogane asks a doctor how much blood can he afford to lose. When Fai drinks from him, Sakura had to basically headlock Fai off of Kurogane so he wouldn’t drink too much

When:

Where: ao3

Genre(s):

Setting: Clow Country

Point of View: kurogane, third person

Tropes/Kinks:

Status: complete I think

Other characters/pairings:

Anything else:

Apologies using Ask, Submit wasn’t working on my desktop for some reason

Hi anon, the fic you're looking for is from the last chapter of KittenKin's Five Dead Kisses! This one had the 5+1 trope of "Five times that Kurogane and Fai didn't kiss...and one time they did."

[bucephaly]

Hes got a big black sack upon his back with lots of goodies (cow bones) for you and for me

[theivesbustamate]

Bird of Prey Spoilers without context.

[largestmothinnorthamerica]

Transjelly genderfish

[sl-walker]

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of their plug-in station," [Shiv] observed, when Maul made it into the briefing room that had become the unofficial headquarters for the squad. The fact that Maul's cybernetics didn't require it didn't matter; the quip was too good to pass up.

"I know of thirty-six separate ways to kill humans without so much as a knife in hand," Maul answered right back, without missing a beat, voice calm and utterly at odds with the fact he looked like death warmed over, squinting and bleary-eyed and wearing a rumpled shirt.

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[letitrainletitsnowbutdontletmego]

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I love You’- 32: “It looks good on you.”

Thanks to @queseraone for this prompt again. She also added ‘because obviously, he thinks his clothes look better on her than on him / because he loves how she looks in a pantsuit’ and I obviously took both ideas and put them into one :P

Huge thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait again for her beta’ing help :)

Thank you to everyone who is reading too, and all of the feedback! <3 Please let me know what you think again, and if you have any prompts off this list you’d like me to write, just message me!

"Why do you always come around wearing a goddamn pantsuit?" Jay all but growled against Erin's lips as he pushed her further towards his room, fingers making quick work of her blazer buttons.

"Why? Don't you like it?" she teased, gasping when he pressed her up against the doorway to the bedroom, pinned by his hips against her own as a hand travelled to her wrists to hold them both above her head.

"Yeah, no, that's exactly how I feel about it," he gritted out, his free arm wrapping around her waist to bring her even closer to him so there was no way Erin could ever doubt how he felt about her and her pantsuit.

"If you like this," she breathed as Jay began to trail his lips down her neck, paying special attention to the secret spot that turned her on without effort, which he had figured out during their first night together. "Then you'll love what I have on underneath."

Pulling back slightly, Erin smiled seductively as she watched his eyes cloud over with pure lust, searching her own before dipping down to where she knew he could see the outline of the black lace from her open blouse. His eyes dragged back up to hers a moment later, still glimmering with want as he dropped her wrist and found her leg instead.

"Okay, bed. Now," was all Jay managed to say before lifting her into his arms and taking her there himself.

...

"You know," Erin began slowly, softly, in the dim lighting of his bedroom. Jay hummed noncommittally to indicate that he had heard her; the sound vibrating through his chest and to her cheek where she rested upon him, his hand ghosting over her bare back in a repeated motion which was soon going to soothe her to sleep. "It costs money to have my suits dry cleaned."

Jay laughed silently, his gaze wandering away from the beauty in his arms to the mess they had made in the hurry to get the other undressed. Her clothes laid haphazardly mixed with his own across his floor, with only her underwear having been carefully deposited off the side of the bed after he had tenderly peeled them off her when the waiting had gotten too much.

"Guess it's a good thing you've moved up in the world then, huh?" he teased, smirking when she tilted her head up to shoot him a faux-glare.

"I might have to start getting changed before I head over here. Can't have you ruining all my decent clothes," she told him, raising a brow challengingly and grinning in triumph when he scowled.

"Don't you dare," Jay muttered, stopping his in caresses for a moment to squeeze her gently as he leaned down to brush his lips over her forehead. It was a sweet and loving gesture, something Erin had noticed he had gradually started doing more and more often over the past weeks together. She had also noticed the way her stomach flipped and her heart swelled at the motion; the complete opposite she thought she would ever feel with someone who she was in a casual relationship with.

Though Erin knew they were both kidding themselves with naming their relationship anything but, and 'casual' fit nowhere near it either. The moment they had crossed the line and kissed was the moment they threw everything, and everyone for that matter, else out of the window. They spent practically every night together, sleeping together in every sense of the phrase. It wasn't something Erin was used to, falling asleep and waking up next to the same man, day in and day out, but she was finding it a hard habit to break. There was no going back from being with Jay, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't want to either.

"I need to stop doing the walk of shame every morning in my wrinkled clothes, Jay. I'm starting to worry Nadia might think I'm being overworked," she joked, biting her bottom lip as she added, "Or sleeping with my new boss."

Jay huffed at her insinuation, tilting his head up when she began to shift against him so she could press a kiss to the hollow of his throat and work her way up his jawline lazily. "Then leave some clothes here. You can change before you leave."

"Will you do my dry cleaning for me?" Erin asked, murmuring the words straight into his ear, grinning in delight as she watched his eyes flutter close when she pushed herself up over him to straddle his body, his hand never leaving the warmth of her back.

"Yeah, sure. Can't be that hard, right?" he eventually replied, not one to back down from a verbal spar contest against her.

Laughing, she laid her hands on either side of his head on his pillow, leaning down until her nose brushed against his to coerce him to open his eyes once again. "Anything to keep getting into my pants, right?"

"Pantsuit. Anything to keep getting into your pantsuit," Jay corrected her in amusement, brushing back her hair with a hand whilst his other kept her close to him.

"Shut up," Erin laughed, shaking her head so her mouth brushed against his tantalisingly with every movement.

"Make me," he retorted, and it was all the permission she needed to passionately capture his lips with her own.

...

"I hope you don't mind," Erin called out as she stepped out of his bedroom the next morning, causing Jay to turn from where he was currently pouring them both coffee to go with the bagels he had toasted. "I found an alternative to going home in my wrinkled clothes."

"Nope, definitely do not mind. Actually, I think I found my new favourite outfit," he replied after a brief pause as he took in the sight of her dressed in one of his black henleys, tucked into the waist of her pants. The sleeves were rolled up to mid-forearm, and though she padded into the kitchen barefoot, he was pretty sure she would be rocking the unconventional outfit with her heels on once she slipped them on.

Clearing his throat, he took a sip of his coffee to help get his voice back, and his mind off the single-track it always seemed to be on these days; to get her out of her clothes. Or rather, his clothes, today.

"It looks good on you," he finally told her, offering her the cup he had prepared for her.

Erin smiled, both at his words and the coffee. "More than the pantsuit?"

"No contest," Jay assured her without missing a beat, matching her smile with one of his own.