#yamauchi

[sarahalainn]

Jazz Club BILLIE

ビリー・ハリデーをはじめ山口ネタ多めセトリ

巳年🐍中に、ずっとJazzクラブでやってみたかったSnake Song実現できてSsssssさいこー

アットホームなサライブじゃからよーけ話して、トーク面白いと言われぶち嬉しいっちゃ(そこw)

ISEKAIで出会えて、幸せます❤️

またこー！次は良かったらお友達と来ぃやー☺️

色々語りたいけど、

一つ印象に残ってるのは、山口県の歌の時、会場全員が手拍子したり笑顔だったこと。

他県のサポーターさん多いのに、いつもその地に愛情を持って下さる。

これぞ「いい世界」への繋がりに感じる❤️

次はいよいよISEKAIラスト

大阪、ほなな！

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Sarah Àlainn オフィシャルサイト&ファンクラブサイト

クラシックホールでペンライト振りにくかったら無理に振らなくても大丈夫^_^持ってるだけでも綺麗🔦🌈

大阪は、ISEKAIグッズも衣装もサラ品やで

色々なISEKAIに連れてってや〜

[samby-chan]

WIP! Currently, as I post, I am streaming on Twitch. This is the wip I have been working on today, a little Error x Gaara drawing. It's a two-parter with a larger image to be worked on.

This is set at El's home (Error's brother), which is on the coast of the land of fire. On a trip back from the Leaf village, Gaara Ontarage stops at the Yamauchi Clan's village for a rest stop before entering the next land.

Do not use my work!

Commissions closed. Check my pinned post for updates!

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Rune Yamauchi

My Dress Up Darling

[aughby]

Fated in Tokyo

Tokyo's skyline was painted in shades of pink and orange as the sun set. On my final day of vacation in Japan, I was immersed in the vibrancy of the city as I strolled through Shibuya's winding streets. I was completely engrossed in the vivid storefronts, the busy crowd, and the aroma of street food—until that unsettling sensation began to seep in.

I initially wrote it off as a figment of my imagination brought on by my new surroundings. However, as I moved onto a different street, I caught a glimpse of a figure who consistently trailed me by a short distance. My heart started beating faster. I made an effort to ignore him by skipping through the crowd, but he persisted and never took his eyes off of me.

I considered hiding at a store, but what if he saw me going in? I needed someone to get him to reconsider. I didn't know anyone here, though. At that point, I spotted him.

He was standing outside a tiny convenience store, casually glancing at his phone. He had a tall stature, broad shoulders, and an athletic physique. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie for casual wear. In some way, his presence was comforting, and before I realized it, I was heading directly in his direction.

"Hey! Apologies for being late!" I yelled, trying to seem casual with my voice strained. I stepped closer, my heart racing as I raised my gaze in a pleading manner.

He looked up, confused, a look of perplexity lighting across his face. I murmured, "Please, pretend to be my boyfriend. Someone is following me," as I rapidly leaned in.

In an instant, his look changed from confusion to concern. He put his phone in his pocket, put an arm around my shoulders, and said nothing. "There you are," he replied, his genuine smile distracting me from the danger just a little bit. "I was starting to get worried."

The man was staring at us, hesitant to look at me now that I knew I wasn't alone myself. Akihiro, the person I had approached, gripped me more firmly and led the way down the street. With a soft yet forceful tone, he said, "Let's get you home," as though we were a real couple.

His presence was very comfortable and protective as we strolled together. Even though my heart was still racing, I felt a little bit safer having him by my side. I dared to look over my shoulder and noticed the man eventually avert his gaze and grow disinterested.

I sighed with relief as soon as we were a few blocks away. I looked up at Akihiro and murmured, "Thank you so much." "I didn’t know what else to do."

With his arm still around my shoulders, he grinned down at me. "I’m glad I could help. Are you alright?"

"I am now, because of you," I answered, attempting to control my breathing. "I’m sorry for putting you in that situation."

His expression softened as he shrugged. "It’s no trouble. I’m just glad you’re safe."

We strolled on, the initial anxiety gradually dissipating as we spoke. When he identified himself as Akihiro Yamauchi, it made sense to me right away. 

"Wait, Akihiro Yamauchi? As in, the volleyball player?"

A little ashamed, he laughed. "Yeah, that’s me. You know about volleyball?"

"A little," I grinned and said. "I didn’t recognize you right away."

As we strolled, our talk flowed naturally. I was quite aback by how humble he seemed, even with his notoriety. He briefly discussed his career, his life in Japan, and the difficulties juggling it all. I talked a little about my travels, how I got to Japan, and how much I had grown to love the nation.

I experienced an odd spectrum of feelings as we got closer to my hotel. Gratitude for Akihiro's kindness, relief that the ordeal was ended, and something more—a curiosity, a bond that appeared to have formed between us in those brief minutes—were also felt.

However, something attracted my attention, as I was ready to thank him once again and bid him farewell. The man from earlier was reflected in the hotel's glass door, observing us from across the street.

My throat tightened, and I sensed Akihiro getting uncomfortable next to me. He had also witnessed him. He began, "Is that..." but I immediately nodded, my anxiety rising once again.

"That's him", I said in a scarcely audible whisper.

Akihiro's demeanor became more guarded as his defensive mechanisms took over. He didn't think twice. "Shall we enter?" he replied, leading me through the hotel's doors. We crossed the hallway quickly and made our way to the elevator. The doors shut behind us, and I experienced a surge of relief that was mixed with anxiety.

Akihiro asked in a low, serious voice, "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure," I feigned ignorance. "He’s been following me for blocks. I thought we’d lost him."

Akihiro's jaw became tense. He firmly declared, "You're not staying alone tonight." "It’s too dangerous."

Startled by his unexpected intensity, I blink. However, he added, "No arguments," in a tone that refrained from discussion. "You can stay at my place. I’ll make sure you’re safe."

I was hesitant because it seemed weird to go to the house of a stranger—a well-known stranger, no less. However, as I gazed into Akihiro's eyes, all I saw was sincere worry. I slowly nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

After stepping out of the elevator on a different floor, Akihiro hurried to a rear entrance and called a cab. Though the tension was evident during the quiet trip to his apartment, his presence provided solace in the odd and foreign city that felt so foreign at that moment.

When we did go to his place, Akihiro showed me around his simple but hospitable flat. He said, "You can have the bedroom." "I’ll stay out here on the couch."

I gave a headshake. "I don’t want to put you out like that."

He smiled slightly at me. "It’s no trouble. Really."

The night went by slowly. My mind kept reliving the events of the day, so I barely got any sleep. The only thing that made me feel better was knowing that Akihiro was only watching from the other room.

After having a straightforward meal of toast and coffee the following morning, Akihiro was more at ease, but his worry about me had not diminished. "I think we should go to the police," he said.

I agreed that it was the appropriate thing to do and nodded. We filed a report at the police station all day. Despite their assurances that they would look into it, I could see Akihiro wasn't happy. Throughout the whole thing, he stayed by my side.

When nightfall arrived, I was thankful but also worn out. It seemed like I was saying "thank you, Akihiro" a hundred times. "I don’t know what I would have done without you."

Warm eyes, he grinned. "I’m just glad I was there."

I realized that I didn't want to say goodbye just yet as we stood outside the police station with the city humming all around us. Even in the midst of everything that had transpired, there was something about Akihiro—his kindness, power, and quiet confidence—that gave me a sense of security.

I said, sounding more hesitant than I had meant to, "Would you... like to grab dinner?"

After a brief moment of surprise, his smile expanded. "I’d like that."

We laughed, told stories, and eventually forgot the dread that had brought us together at a small, quaint café tucked away in a quiet area of the city. It felt like a fresh start by the time we strolled back to his flat, with the streets serene and quiet.

We swapped phone numbers, agreeing to stay in touch as I was getting ready to leave Tokyo the next day. I couldn't help but wonder where this unforeseen relationship with Akihiro would go as my jet took off.

I knew for sure that my trip to Japan had taken a different turn than I had anticipated, and not only because of the danger I had encountered. The reason for it was the individual who entered my life at the ideal time, transforming my dread into friendship and possibly more.

Even though it had been months since that tragic night in Tokyo, I could still remember my interaction with Akihiro Yamauchi. Over time, our chats became more frequent and relaxed as we stayed in touch through messages and occasional video calls. Making a connection with someone who was like him—a professional athlete leading a life very dissimilar from mine—was strange.

Going through my emails one day, I came upon an unexpected announcement. Akihiro Yamauchi was one of the players that would be visiting my country as part of an exhibition match for the national volleyball team. A beat skipped in my heart. I questioned whether he was keeping it a secret or whether he was simply too busy to break the news since he hadn't made any mention of it.

I was nervous and excited at the same time as I bought a ticket for the game. When the big day finally came, I was inside a jam-packed stadium where spectators were enthusiastically supporting their teams. I looked around the court, trying to find Akihiro among the players getting warmed up, but he was nowhere to be found.

My eyes were fixed on the action as soon as the match started. The level of talent, athleticism, and intensity exhibited was captivating. Then, when the teams alternated, I at last saw him: Akihiro, who stood taller than most of the other players and commanded attention with his presence. I found myself cheering more than anyone else in the crowd as he moved with a fascinating grace and strength.

I saw Akihiro staring toward the fans during plays as the game went on, almost as if he were searching for someone. My heart pounded. Is he trying to find me? I waved in the hopes that he would notice me, but I wasn't sure whether he would see me with all of the supporters.

Then that occurred during a timeout. Akihiro fixed his gaze on mine. His look was one of surprise and bewilderment for a little moment. But suddenly a big, sincere smile spread across his face, one that even reached his eyes and made my heart skip a beat. He raised his hand in a slight gesture, and I returned the wave, unable to contain my smile. 

The game continued, but immediately a unique bond had been rekindled between us. Akihiro performed brilliantly, playing with a fresh lease on life. His confidence skyrocketed as he looked up at me after every point. Knowing that he wasn't only playing for the game but also for us made me cheer even harder.

The crowd exploded in applause after the game ended, with the visiting team having achieved a hard-fought victory. I stayed in my seat and observed the players congratulating and shaking hands with one another. Once more, Akihiro's eyes met mine, and this time, he gestured for me to proceed to the side exit.

I moved through the crowd, eagerness thumping my heart. He was waiting there, still in his uniform, sweat dripping down his brow, when I got to the exit. As I got closer, he smiled—that same kind, comforting smile I'd initially seen in Tokyo.

"You made it," Aki said, in a tone that was both happy and surprised.

I couldn't contain my excitement as I answered, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world." "You were amazing out there."

Laughing, he ran a hand through his hair. "I had some pretty great motivation," he stated, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.

The sound of the stadium faded as we stood there for a time, just absorbing one another. At last, he moved in closer, his face becoming more kind. He uttered in a low voice, "I'm really glad you came." "It’s been a long time since Tokyo."

"Too long," I said, feeling our separation shorten with each exchange of words.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Akihiro reached out and softly grasped my hand. "Listen, I know we’ve been keeping in touch, but... seeing you here, it feels like something’s been missing. I want to spend more time with you, really get to know you better. What do you think?"

I gave him a tight squeeze in return as my heart grew heavy with emotion. "I’d like that, too."

We strolled around the city for the remainder of the evening, chatting and having fun. We had the impression that we were continuing from where we had left off in Tokyo. And as the evening went on, I couldn't help but believe that people were brought together by fate in an odd way.

In the end, our connection was inspired by something more substantial and genuine than just a random encounter. And I realized that this was only the start of a new chapter in our lives as we walked hand in hand through the streets.

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[barefeetwiki]

Suzuran Yamauchi

[spectercrums]

To commemorate participating in a new West March, I did a Smash style reveal of the character I'll be playing, Yamauchi Hibana! Blacksmith, Priestess, Archer, and Gunpowder expert!

[beolab5]

Fina - Serina Yamauchi (山内芹那)