#shukusho

[subterfuqe-blog]

@shukusho

It was raining, far too hard for the gambler’s tastes. If she went out in this rain, the velvet of her dress would be ruined! So, she was hiding in a shop sipping some tea she’d weaseled out of the barista. It wasn’t very good, but it was enough.

Looking up, she noticed someone... no, couldn’t be. She, they? he? Oh, who cared, had died... right?

Without knowing it, she spoke, “Fujisaki-san?”

[delinquentdiamond-blog]

Himalia !

Himalia - What is your greatest achievement?

❝I–❞

He thinks to start, but cuts himself off before he tells the lie that sits at the tip of his tongue, as familiar as home and a bike that rumbled between his legs. He shouldn’t weave that bullshit fiction anymore, not when the Crazy Diamonds are gone and his promise is broken. So, what is his greatest achievement? A brother dead for his jealousy or an invitation to a school that turned to a nightmare? Maybe the murder he committed when he found himself triggered by kind words of admiration. They’re achievements certainly, but not the type he thinks this question is after.

❝I don’t got one. I haven’t achieved a fuckin’ thing.❞ Not when his entirely life story–every sentence and every paragraph–ends with the same line, the same five words every damn time: and then he fucked up.

[delinquentdiamond-blog]

@shukusho

A sea of people turn to unimportant shadows in a constricted heartbeat, reduced to wisps of half-forgotten, half-noticed movement in his peripheral. Instead, he’s hyper-focused on a figure he recognises in the crowd with scarecrow honey hair and eyes too wide, too innocent still, despite what they’ve seen. They’re eyes that believed a lie--so, so many of his fucking lies.

He should turn on his heel and run--bolt, flee this street, this sector, this whatever and make a break for anywhere far from here. His palm still feels heavy with the weight of a dumbbell turned weapon, after all, and this ghost is one he shouldn’t speak with. So why--why must his feet feel like lead, like cerment and iron anchors.

❝Fujisaki--❞

The name is a heavy whisper on his tongue, choked in his chest and one he shouldn’t have spoken. He still has time to turn tail, to leave, to save this lamb from the brute who killed them, but instead his knees buckle. Instead, his hands scrape against concrete, fingerpads rubbed raw while he bows forward, until his forehead touches the backs of his palms--his hair becomes a mussed mess in that moment, but he doesn’t care. His pompadour is the last thing on his mind right now.

He must look like a madman, bowing at the feet of a young teenager in the middle of the street, but faceless shadows mean nothing to him in this moment. An apology can’t fix death--a broken angel with their belief torn in two and head bashed in, but it spills from his lips anyway.

❝I’m sorry.❞

            I’m sorry.

                    I’m so sorry.

❝I’m so fuckin’ sorry.❞

[saezuris-blog]

|| @shukusho ||

Kenji would take this day to sit down and reflect on himself, his goals, his morals and his ideals. He had taken himself to a small and cozy cafe to do so, instead of just pondering in his apartment all day. With the things that were happening around him, together with the fact that his stay at these glorified testing grounds had been over three months now, the banchou had to level with himself.

     Just what did he feel like, what did he want and how did he envision things?

Though he could say that nothing has changed, things most certainly have changed: He’s gotten much closer with individuals than he might have expected before, he had gotten a job (granted, it was a job as a mercenary, but a job was a job) and there were other things he had been thinking of.

The first two months of his stay he had spent without Canaria, due to this he had to compromise and act a lot nicer than he really was, which had gotten him involved with quite some people. Now that he had gotten his humble original back, though, he wanted to show his true colors... But were the true colors he was thinking of still his true colors now?

This was the thing that bothered him most of all. To take a break from his thought he sipped his tea and enjoyed the atmosphere that this place had, it was calming... Something that he had a need for when thinking things such as these through. At least Kenji could admit to himself that, despite how good he was at introspection, this topic was simply a bit too big to tackle headfirst.

It was all tangling up too fast, though... There was too much that he had to sort out for him to actually do it himself. After a bit of pondering about that the swordsman figured that the best course of action was to find someone to have some small talk with.

So he decided to pick up his cup of tea and sit with one of the few others who was alone at this cafe. Luckily he found just the right person. With his cup of tea in his hands he smiled kindly.

          “Do you mind having a conversation with this stranger? There’s a few things this humble self simply cannot figure out on his own.”

[bosozoking-blog]

♋

Send me ♋ and I’ll compare our muses.

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF US IS:

Older? yours/mineTaller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mineNeater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mineFunnier? yours/mine

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? yours/mine/ idk ???Who lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/lolWho reads more? yours/mineWho is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mine/yikes that’s a doosie I dunnoWho has better morals? yours/mine

[bosozoking-blog]

@shukusho​

Three times. Three whole times, the biker made his way across the room with intent to talk to the programmer-turned-florist. And three times, he’d turned on his heel halfway there in retreat. As a whole, he’d been much more relaxed than he usually was at this sort of social event. He thanked the flowers for that. But somehow the thought of speaking to his dear friend from home was a million times more nerve-wracking than ever before.

Finally, the fourth time was the charm. The party was an hour and a half in when he found Fujisaki in the garden. Anxiously rubbing at the back of his neck, he came up behind the other as he retouched a floral arrangement.

“I uh,” he began, kicking at the ground a bit, “I didn’t know you were into flowers’n stuff. Looks real good.”

[purabbit]

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