[[I need to share the stupid shit I thought of for 4kids aoba and friends omg
Every route is just Aoba trying to make ALL THE FRIENDS!
Koujaku is Joey, the old friend who wants to be tuff stuff but is a puppy. Noiz is Kaiba, rich kid who wants to be King of GamesRhyme but he keeps losing. Clear is Bakura, he's a cinnamon roll but he's a fucked up cinnamon roll who wants the Millennium ItemsAoba. Mink being the I'm only half there but I can cut a bitch type is obvs Mai. Ren is essentially Tea, 'cause he's the one who sticks the closest to our boy and is the voice of reason.
It's... actually pretty close already when you get down to the core of it xD]]
“...Eh?” The self-satisfied grin on Clear’s face quickly morphs into a look of surprise when he suddenly finds himself holding a lot more than anticipated. He only sways slightly from the additional weight, which- given how much he was built to carry- is hardly anything really, and quickly wraps his arms around Aoba in return to keep him from slipping off.
A startled laugh escapes, dissolves into delighted giggles. He’s grinning again and buries his face into the warm crook of Aoba’s neck with a triumphant, “I caught you~”
This wasn’t the kind of place he was used to be around. Anyone would wonder why someone like him was here, this town wasn’t the big thig and in all honesty it didn’t even seem SAFE, and that was coming from someone who has been all around the world. Definitely was different from Kanagawa and he wasn’t even bother himself in comparing it with Shibuya. For him, it was like being in totally another dimension, but he wasn’t here by chance but by his own WILL. The only reason why he came here was because he hard about that FAMOUS Platinum Jail, and at being someone who was considered IMPORTANT, though he didn’t get an invitation he could afford a ticket. Though, his curiosity disappeared when he went to the north of that island, looking how it was TECHNICALLY a ghost town. He could see the place from there, but was it really worthy? That’s why he decided to go first around the Old District, sightseeing, despite of not having much to see, it was always relaxing to have a chance of pace.
It seriously felt like another world, the clothes were EXTREMELY different, kinda ECCENTRIC if he had to be honest, people were around, playing something it seemed and even animals spoke. The shops weren’t the big thing or places he was accostumed to visit. It was INTERESING at least, kind of PINTORESQUE if he had to find a word to describe it. He was going store by store, acting like the tourist he was. Though he hesitated when it was the turn of ‘Heibon’. Junk shop? He wouldn’t want anything from him, or would he? He was curious, never was bad to go and see, there was always that could catch his attention. Opening the main door, he started examining the products, seeing mostly piled boxes.
“This is such a small town, isn’t it? Though, I have to admit it is quite interesting. We don’t really have these kind of shops from where I come from.” He said to the person he saw inside the shop as his eyes kept looking at the boxes. “What are inside those?” // @ofseragaki | starter call
This was insane. He wasn’t even sure how this had happened, how it was possible. Was he dreaming? No, it definitely didn’t feel like a dream. Had he somehow Scrapped himself...? Was that even possible? Whatever was going on, all Aoba knew was that he was face to face with, well, himself.
Of all the things he’d might’ve expected to happen when being confronted by his other self, this... this was not something he’d have thought of in a million years. Desire’s teeth and hot breath against his ear sent a shiver down his spine, made his face flush a deep red.
“W-What are you...?” was all he managed before his mirror image had gripped his chin and pressed their lips together.
Confused, conflicting emotions whirled through him. This was crazy, this was... this was feeling kind of good... Without thinking, Aoba found himself trying to respond to the kiss. Something about it made him feel an odd connection to his other, one that was weirdly nostalgic, as if this was how things were supposed to be.
Behind him the woodland throne, twines of branches, vines and flowers, sat forgotten, abandoned in favour of the far more interesting sight which had wandered into his glade. Myde had given just a single glance to his attendants in lieu of a dismissal. Clad in light fabric which hung loosely to his frame, the Faerie King was quiet and still as he looked Aoba over. Once. Twice.
Well, he certainly had grown up well. When last Myde had laid eyes on the man he had been but a babe, notable only for the beginnings of bright blue hair. It had almost saddened the king to send a child of such colour to the realm of humans: always he had held a fondness for blue. Though, eternally youthful as they were, Aoba certainly was no longer a babe. Yes, he was glad this faerie had returned.
“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come back,” he said with a touch of coyness, a smile turning the edge of his lips. More than once his changeling children had been lost to the human realm, ties to the fae severed beyond his sight or control. But the man before him, he had proven his instincts well enough, managing to seek out the Faerie King himself in all of Faerieland.
♫ ー Rosy eyes, wide as a doe’s, blinked in curiosity and naivety. The young android paused in his polishing of the bar counter top to give his boss his undivided attention. His morning training shift was winding down. The afternoon sun arched high over the Old Residential District of Midorijima island as Clear finished cleaning up Black Needle’s bar. Mizuki leaned against the counter beside him with a lopsided grin, intrigued by his inquisitiveness.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the fliers. They’re up all over the East District.”
Between training for his new bartending job and spending time with Aoba, Clear had not exactly had the chance to notice the local activity. Rather, he had not cared to notice. Life had already become utter bliss for him, the painful memories of past trauma seeming like nothing more than a dream. He was beyond content with his mundane life, his human life ー or as close to human a he could achieve. There was nothing more he could possibly ask for. Yet as Mizuki began to briefly explain exactly what these festivals entailed, Clear could not contain the bubble of excitement that seemed to swell up inside him.
“Games? Prizes? Food?! FIREWORKS?!”
His words were almost breathless, rising with the idea of each new experience. There appeared to be countless things in human life he had yet to behold. Sheltered as he had been by his grandfather, necessary given the circumstances, Clear had been locked away from many aspects of a normal life. However, when a certain someone had entered his life, woke him up from his slumber, it was as if he had stumbled into a whole new world. Everything had changed, he was but a new soul experiencing life for the first time, and it was all thanks to him.
“Usually people go with friends or family...” Mizuki paused to give the android a knowing glance with his pale green eyes, “or someone special.”
“Aoba-san!”
The name tumbled out instantly, as if reflexive. He was the first that came to mind at the thought of “someone special”, and he exclaimed his name without hesitation. With a soft chuckle, Mizuki ruffled Clear’s untamed, snow white hair, further disheveling it with his brotherly gesture. It was more than a little obvious how smitten Clear was with his childhood friend. Knowing his employee would only be distracted with this news, he let Clear out early. Much to Mizuki’s amusement, he bounded out the instant he was free, nearly knocking over a few glasses in his excitement. The door shut with a loud snap, cutting off a stream of apologies.
With hurried steps, Clear made his way out of Dry Juice’s turf and into the open streets of downtown. He made a beeline for Aoba’s house, pausing only to snatch a flier which proudly proclaimed the approaching evening’s festival from a lamppost. Information obtained, he ducked into an alley. Aoba had warned him on numerous occasions that jumping to inhuman heights in order to run across rooftops was not exactly normal in public. But surely it would be fine, so as long as he was not in the middle of the street. Crouching low, the android prepared himself before launching roughly thirty feet in the air with ease. An overjoyed laugh bubbled like a melody from his lips, thrilled with the rush of the wind around him and the prospect of his little trip. Bounding over rooftops, he headed in the direction that he knew by now he could travel blind. ー Clear made his way home.
“Aaaooobaaa-saaan!~”
Gloved fingers curled on the overhanging of a small veranda, creaking in protest to the sudden weight. With newfound momentum, Clear swung himself directly into Aoba’s room, landing with a solid thud. It was rather fortunate that the sliding doors had already been open or he likely would have crashed right through the glass. Immediately his gaze settled on his master, striding over to him as if his entrance had been entirely ordinary ー which for him it was.
“Look!” From his bottomless pockets he rummaged for the flier which he had safely tucked away. Pulling the crumpled paper out, Clear thrust it beneath his ash brown eyes with a flourish,
“Look at what Mizuki-san told me about! A festival! And it’s tonight! I was thinking...maybe we could go together?”
Cue a pleading gaze that made it appear like less of an offer and more like a last request, his lilting tone ending in a softer beg. The way his boss had described it made it seem almost magical, as though he would be spending the night traversing and entirely different world. It was one that Clear desired to share with no one else but Aoba. With a steady gaze he pouted slightly, awaiting his reply with baited breath and heart fluttering. How could Aoba say no?
There was dead silence as Firion watched the display in front of him , his mouth hung open in utter shock as the man who had previously threatened him now had him cornered in an inn of all places. His gaze darted to each side of the man in a nervous panic just to see if anyone was watching , if anyone saw them like this then he was certain it`d either end with them being kicked out or worse.
He was soon brought back to his senses as a hot breath brushed against his ear, leaving the hairs on his body on edge. Gods..how could he get out of this? Watching his hips sway from side to side , gods, it was hypnotizing. Biting his lips, Firion could feel the blood rush downwards as he couldn`t tear his eyes away . Surely, this couldn`t hurt? Afterall , the other was drunk out of his mind , maybe, he wouldn`t remember this.
Golden eyes soon glazed over as he hesitantly placed both hands upon the mans bare hips , so pale and warm , Firion wondered if he was enjoying toying him like this. Like he was his prey to do with as he pleased.
"Ehh? No!" Clear denies with a pout. Though he does read more tabloids than the average person (in the name of RESEARCH, mind you,) he did not lift this particular line off of any publication.
He'd just been looking at Aoba, and thinking nice things, and then said those nice things, with the kind of blasé impulsiveness that cared not for social cues like 'a time and a place for everything.'
Case in point: He's got a radish in one hand and a grocery basket dangling from the other. Still, he's feeling rather romantic right now, so he puts the vegetable in the basket and sidles closer, pressing up against Aoba's side warmly.
"Why can't I say how beautiful Aoba-san is?" It's an honest question, not a teasing one, judging by the curious expression on the android's face.
