The Moon of the East

[[Independant RP Blog for the Shinto God of the Moon and Night, Tsukiyomi no Mokoto. Main FC= Go Ayano/Suda Masaki Mun is of age, but NSFW things will be tagged. tracking the tag: themurderousmoongod ]]

[themurderousmoongod]

High School AU

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki’s grip on Mikoto loosened cautiously at the noise. He couldn’t just be faking it to get a shot in on him, right? That seemed real. As if Tsuki could tell the difference between a real moan and a fake one anyway.

It was his turn to make noises when he felt a hand in his hair. Calloused, tough fingers were gently weaving through his blond curls and Tsuki was convinced then that there was no malice here. He leaned in as well, now pinning Mikoto more against the wall with his body than just his arm.

His heart hammered in his chest, nerves and excitement getting the better of him. Mikoto could probably feel it beating hard with how close they were now. He didn’t want to stop, though. If he could have his way, he would live inside this moment forever…

But, stop he did. Passing out in front of Mikoto probably wouldn’t be a very good idea, or even just passing out in general.  He broke the kiss and pulled his head back enough to get a good look at Mikoto, his cheeks flushed and short of breath.

“Um…” Shit. Where to start?????? “…S-Sorry, I…” I, what? Didn’t mean to? He totally did. He was bracing for an outraged punch to the face now.

[nakadai-sensei]

Those soft noises Tsuki made when Mikoto touched his hair, sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He really wasn’t going to get murdered it seemed, Mikoto thought to himself. His train of thoughts coming to a halt when he felt Tsuki lean even close then, all but pinning him to the wall with his whole body. Tsuki was so close now that Mikoto could feel his heart beating fast. This was so much better than what he had dared imagining. Closing his eyes, he gave himself over completely to the pleasant feeling for as long as it would last. Then as Tsuki stopped and pulled his head back a bit, Mikoto couldn’t help the soft noise of protest that escaped him when his lips lost the connection to Tsuki warm ones. Cheeks flushed and a little short of breath himself, the teen opened his eyes again and watched Tsuki for a long moment. ‘Was he honestly apologizing for kissing him? Or… was that for something else?’ 

Mikoto tilted his head a bit to the side as he continued to watch Tsuki sorting through his thoughts. He seemed confused and maybe, just maybe a little frightened. Touching the fingertips of his right hand to his lips, Mikoto smiled to himself while tilting his head to the other side, his eyes never leaving Tsuki’s face. The moon prince had actually kissed him. Now certain that he wouldn’t get murdered, he wanted more. Just a little bit more. And so… 

“May I kiss you again?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki pulled his hands away from the wall, giving Mikoto space. He didn’t want to keep invading his personal bubble when he was probably unwanted. Great way to start off the school year. Kissing the school punk... Ugh. He could feel the target growing on his back.

So, when Mikoto finally spoke up, it took several moments for Tsuki to even register it. Kiss. Again? Wait, he-he wanted to do that again?!

“What did you just...?” Flustered, he tried to piece together his thoughts and finally blurted out “Why?”

[nakadai-sensei]

"Mikoto... I've seen you have nightmares before. How often are they?"

“Lately… not so often anymore.” That was the truth. 

“I used to have… nightmares almost every night in the past.” It was still weird to call them nightmares when most of them were actually memories of events he wished he could forget once and for all. 

“Why are you asking, Tsuki?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

It took the god several moments to bring himself into the nightmare, sending as much of his consciousness there without potentially hurting Mikoto, and it was another moment more before Tsuki realized that this darkness was, in fact, Mikoto’s nightmare. 

He looked on as Mikoto tripped and fell, far away from him. Oddly enough, it felt like Tsuki was fighting against some strange wind as he stepped through this dream, trying to reach his love. What was with this? It certainly wasn’t anything he was expecting. Great loss, maybe, but total nothingness… It made the god, who knew what nothingness could do to a person, shiver to his very core. None the less, he was determined.

Tsuki was what seemed like several yards away when the new figure appeared. Was that… Mikoto? No. No, it was much different. The fake wore all black, and had glowing green eyes and even now, as this nightmare, Tsuki could feel a certain air about him… That was a shadow of the real thing, a god. Dezumozorlya. A creature that did not deserve the title of god. Tsuki braced, coming up behind Mikoto as quickly as Mikoto’s mind would let him. 

[nakadai-sensei]

The fake was still smirking, towering over Mikoto as he tried to summon enough energy to stand up. But the longer the doctor struggled to get back on his feet, the more it became apparent that he couldn’t stand up. There was seemingly no energy left to do this simple task.

“Aww… can’t move?” The man chuckled, sounding way too happy about the fact that the doctor had to sit on the ground.

Mikoto growled in response and raised his left hand, wanting to send an electric shock towards the thing posing as himself. But much to Mikoto’s horror nothing happened. No matter how often he would try, there would come no energy from the DinoMinder. It was like it was really nothing more than just a clunky, useless toy. 

Dezumozorlya chuckled again, green eyes sparkling with entirely too much joy at the sight of the human’s desperate attempts to get his little weapon to work. 

‘That couldn’t be!’ Mikoto thought as he took his hand back and looked the device on his wrist over to see what was wrong with it. 

“That… won’t work here.” The fake chuckled and was suddenly very close, reaching down with his left and grabbed a fist full of Mikoto’s hair, an action that would’ve normally made the man wince, but weirdly enough it didn’t hurt, not even when the other tugged on it. 

“Let me tell you a little secret… here, I’m the one in control.” With that Dezumozorlya looked up and looked behind Mikoto as if he could actually see Tsuki and smirked again. But it was something else he was seeing despite there being nothing visible in the never-ending darkness. 

Suddenly the wind was back, more violent than before and Mikoto thought he could hear something - someone - in the distance again. 

“Ahh… seems like we’re running out of time.”

‘What?!’

But before Mikoto could ask, the figure had thrown him back to the ground and was over him, one hand around his throat while he formed green-colored energy - lightning - in his other hand. Mikoto’s eyes went wide, unable to fight the other off. Two thoughts were then fighting for dominance in his head, one was why the other had powers here while he didn’t, the other was why he didn’t seem to feel anything. 

“… k… to…” 

The wind was carrying over someone calling the human, though it sounded far away. But as weird as it seemed, the winds appeared to lessen the fake’s powers, making him struggle. 

“… k… to…”

The voice sounded closer now and Mikoto thought he could actually make out that it was Top calling him. 

The fake growled, tightening his grip around Mikoto’s throat for a moment before he leaned down to whisper in the human’s ear that it would be better to wake up now. 

‘Huh?’

Mikoto turned towards the other, confused by what he had just said. Wake up…? But before he could give that thought any more time, the darkness around him shattered like glass into multitudinous tiny pieces like a mirror accompanied by a familiar high-pitched screech. And just like that, the figure over him was gone, faded away into the wind and Mikoto felt gravity pull on him. 

Falling… 

The violent winds were back and he suddenly realized that he was falling to the ground with great speed. 

“Human!” 

Yes, that was Top’s voice. Mikoto tried to turn, tried to find where Top was. However, before he had a chance to search the sky for his partner, he had already been snatched out of the air, held secure in a hugh metallic claw. 

“Top…” Mikoto sighed with relief that only too quickly turned into a shocked gasp when he saw that the ground was still coming closer way too fast. “To – !” He warned the Bakuryuu, but his words were cut off by them crashing to the ground. Mikoto could feel Top throwing him to the side the last second, saving him from getting crushed under tons of metal that way. 

Laying there on the dirty ground, fighting for breath, Mikoto tried to get his senses to work again properly. His ears were still ringing and his body felt as if several bones were broken. His body…? No. He didn’t have that anymore. The memories of what had happened were back full force then… memories of him bleeding too death… dying… Right… 

Then, what had that been just now? Had Dezumozorlya trying to kill him just been a dream?

Though, again before Mikoto could mull some of those things over some more, he was interrupted by Top groaning in pain. Turning his head, Mikoto was about to call out to his partner, that his eyes saw something move in the shadows, something big. No… There wasn’t something in the shadows, it were the shadows itself that were moving, creeping closer towards them, sounding like a ticking clock. 

Where the hell were they? 

[themurderousmoongod]

The wind seemed to cease as the surroundings changed. Suddenly feeling the resistance lessen almost made Tsuki stumble. Or, he would’ve stumbled if they weren’t falling...

It was fairly sudden and Tsuki had to hurriedly right himself before he could use his magic to control himself in this dream and float like the wind was carrying him gently down to the ground. The form he had taken, a formal kimono, wrapped around his being, hiding most of his body. The pattern on the dark fabric seemed to move on it’s own, seemingly showing an entirely different dimension; A deep blue starry sky with no distinct constellations, with dancing glass flower petals on a foreign breeze, coming into existence from one side and vanishing beyond the other. Tsuki hoped that the familiar petals, once seen properly, would bring the man a sense of calm.

The god landed gracefully on the ground just behind Mikoto, and took in what had just happened.

This place... 

It was dangerous, where ever it was. Tsuki spared the metal dino little concern, knowing that there was no real way that TopGaler could be here and now. He allowed himself to only focus on the man. Whether or not this was a memory, though, Tsuki couldn’t be sure. He touched closed fists together, prepared for a battle.

[nakadai-sensei]

"Mikoto... I've seen you have nightmares before. How often are they?"

“Lately… not so often anymore.” That was the truth. 

“I used to have… nightmares almost every night in the past.” It was still weird to call them nightmares when most of them were actually memories of events he wished he could forget once and for all. 

“Why are you asking, Tsuki?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

“I might be able to find a hungry enough Baku” Tsuki replied with a soft smile. The god did know that Mikoto did not like his mind to be messed with, especially by another god, which is why Tsuki asked. It was Mikoto’s mind, and he had a right to say whether or not he wanted help with it.

Tsuki took the outstretched hand and nodded, then led him to the couch to sit and be comfortable. “Whenever you’re ready, close you’re eyes, and I will follow you to your memories.” Before Mikoto did that, however, Tsuki places a chaste kiss on his forehead, not for any magic reason. It was simply for comfort.

[nakadai-sensei]

Mikoto gave Tsuki’s hand a light squeeze and returned the nod and let himself be guide over to the couch to sit down. He smiled at the kiss and hummed in response. “I trust you, darling.” 

He briefly thought about warning Tsuki to stay away from the shadows, but since it were ‘only’ memories, he hoped they wouldn’t hurt the moon god. He still pushed that thought towards the god after a short consideration just to make sure Tsuki would be safe… as safe as one could be in his mind that was. 

Leaning back on the couch and closing his eyes, Mikoto gave another nod and thought about those past memories that haunted his nights and wished he could forget…

____

“… stay by your side.” 

“… a strange one… not a bad feeling.” 

“… k… to…” 

Mikoto thought he could hear Top’s voice, saying his name. But it sounded so far-off, like an echo that the wind had carried over a great distance to his ear, not really reaching him though, disappearing just before the man could make sense of the quiet whisper. 

“… k… to…”

Mikoto slowly stumbled through the dark on unsteady legs. Light-like mist - energy - clung to him, blown away by a non-existing wind with each small step he took. 

His eyes couldn’t see… 

His ears couldn’t hear… 

There was nothing and nobody there, only never-ending darkness… and cold. 

His right feet caught on his left and made him stumble even more, but without any real energy left, his body crashed to the pitch black ground where he remained. The last bit of the light-like mist dissolved with that crash, leaving everthing plunged in darkness. 

Laying there in a heap on his stomach, Mikoto tried to move his head a bit to the side. His tired eyes blinked once, twice, wanting to see something… anything… But there was nothing there. 

He was alone… 

Closing his eyes to let the darkness claim him, too, if it so desperately wanted, Mikoto’s last thought was that he didn’t want to be alone.

“… k… to…” 

‘Huh?’

“… k… to…”

‘Was… someone calling… him?’ 

He could feel something touch his cheek, patting him, seemingly wanting him to wake up. Mikoto groaned disapprovingly at the persistent cold touch, but didn’t move otherwise. There was something like a growl nearby, deep and chilly and maybe not entirely human.

The next thing he knew, someone or something used their foot to kick him in the side lightly, turning him on his back that way. 

“Mikoto!”

The doctor’s eyes snapped open in shock at that voice. But before he could say anything, his breath caught in his throat when he found two all too familiar eyes staring back at him. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” The sarcastic sneer was accompanied by a lopsided grin. Mikoto ignored it, still too shocked by those eyes that were upside down as the person they belonged to stood bent over Mikoto and peered down on him. 

‘This wasn’t possible!’

Hands resting on his hips with the fingertips pressing into the fabric of the dark suit, the figure tilted his head, making even the last strand of dark brown hair fall forward over his shoulders. It would’ve sent chills down Mikoto’s spine at the accuracy - familiarity - of the movement. But as it was, he was still captured by the man’s eyes, those bilious green eyes. 

“Dezumozorlya…“ 

[themurderousmoongod]

It took the god several moments to bring himself into the nightmare, sending as much of his consciousness there without potentially hurting Mikoto, and it was another moment more before Tsuki realized that this darkness was, in fact, Mikoto’s nightmare. 

He looked on as Mikoto tripped and fell, far away from him. Oddly enough, it felt like Tsuki was fighting against some strange wind as he stepped through this dream, trying to reach his love. What was with this? It certainly wasn’t anything he was expecting. Great loss, maybe, but total nothingness... It made the god, who knew what nothingness could do to a person, shiver to his very core. None the less, he was determined.

Tsuki was what seemed like several yards away when the new figure appeared. Was that... Mikoto? No. No, it was much different. The fake wore all black, and had glowing green eyes and even now, as this nightmare, Tsuki could feel a certain air about him... That was a shadow of the real thing, a god. Dezumozorlya. A creature that did not deserve the title of god. Tsuki braced, coming up behind Mikoto as quickly as Mikoto’s mind would let him. 

[nakadai-sensei]

"Mikoto... I've seen you have nightmares before. How often are they?"

“Lately… not so often anymore.” That was the truth. 

“I used to have… nightmares almost every night in the past.” It was still weird to call them nightmares when most of them were actually memories of events he wished he could forget once and for all. 

“Why are you asking, Tsuki?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

“Well, god of the moon, and also the night, I have some leeway when it comes to dream walking…”

“I could enlist the aid of a Baku, and rid you of your nightmares. But, only if you want to.”

[nakadai-sensei]

At first Mikoto was a little taken aback by Tsuki’s offer. Getting rid of his nightmares? Was that even possible, seeing as they were actually his memories? 

“There’s like a mountain of nightmares, y’know.” Mikoto tried to make light of the matter and smiled a bit. “I think I also mentioned that it’s mostly my memories haunting my sleep.” Tsuki knew how the mortal thought about the idea of someone messing with his head. But he also knew that Mikoto trusted the moon god with his powers when his mind was concerned. 

Mulling over the proposal a bit more, Mikoto finally held out his right hand towards Tsuki, accepting the offfer that way. “You showed me your bad memories, wanna see mine for a change?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

“I might be able to find a hungry enough Baku” Tsuki replied with a soft smile. The god did know that Mikoto did not like his mind to be messed with, especially by another god, which is why Tsuki asked. It was Mikoto’s mind, and he had a right to say whether or not he wanted help with it.

Tsuki took the outstretched hand and nodded, then led him to the couch to sit and be comfortable. “Whenever you’re ready, close you’re eyes, and I will follow you to your memories.” Before Mikoto did that, however, Tsuki places a chaste kiss on his forehead, not for any magic reason. It was simply for comfort.

[nakadai-sensei]

"Mikoto... I've seen you have nightmares before. How often are they?"

“Lately… not so often anymore.” That was the truth. 

“I used to have… nightmares almost every night in the past.” It was still weird to call them nightmares when most of them were actually memories of events he wished he could forget once and for all. 

“Why are you asking, Tsuki?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

“Well, god of the moon, and also the night, I have some leeway when it comes to dream walking...”

“I could enlist the aid of a Baku, and rid you of your nightmares. But, only if you want to.”

[angstmemes]

rescued/escaped hostage starter sentences

“Calm down, calm down. It’s me! You’re not where you think you are, you’re safe with me at home.” “You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!” “Help! I need help! Call the police, please. Help me! Don’t let him/her find me! I escaped, but he/she’s after me!” “Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?” ”It’s a very strange idea that someone will spend the rest of their life in prison because of what they did to me.” ”I don’t want her/him to go to prison. She/he did it because she/he loved me.” “Can you please tell me what happened while you were… gone?” ”I never stopped thinking about you.” ”The police told me it would be best to assume you were dead, because of what might be happening to you otherwise… But I could never convince myself.” “We kept your bedroom the way it always was… I understand if you’d want it changed, but I want you to know that we never lost hope that you’d come back home.” “Is that– Is that really you? Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!” “How do you feel after your first night home?” “The police will need to ask you about what happened… but maybe you want to tell us first? You haven’t said a thing since we got you back!” “We have imagined the worst things that could have happened to you. Please just tell us so we can try to move on and help you.” “Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.” “If you want to start living your old life, you’re going to have to start putting what happened to you behind you.” “I can never be who I used to be! I was gone for years! And you expect me to go through some therapy and have my old life back?! That’s never going to happen!” ”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?” ”I’m not even sure what I’d rather hear, that you were always afraid or that you actually liked it there.” “Nothing happened. I just ran away. I was sick of being here. I just made it up to sound interesting.” “Will you please come out of your bedroom… I know you’re probably not comfortable with the amount of space after what you’re used to, but please try…” “I’m here for you. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to lose you a second time.” “Shh, it’s okay! It’s normal to have flashbacks, but you have to try to focus on me now.” “You can’t go back there! Are you insane? Why do you want to?!”

[nakadai-sensei]

Vacation || Tsuki

[nakadai-sensei]

“Mou…” Mikoto replied in a mock irritated voice, though he began to grin and nod in agreement almost instantly and squeezed Tsuki’s hand back. 

Carrying the big bag with everything they would need, Mikoto happily followed the moon god as he lead the way out of the palace and took note of their surroundings. The forest was really beautiful, but if they wanted to watch the stars or make a fire, this wasn’t the right place to camp, sadly. The distinct sound of rushing water, then, made Mikoto’s ears perk up.

“Ne Tsuki, do you have a waterfall here?” The doctor asked with a playful smile, sending Tsuki mental images of them bathing in a waterfall. 

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki smiled at the naughty thoughts and swung their hands between them idly. “I have a lot of things here, one of which is a waterfall. It comes from a spring.” The origins of said spring would be something Tsuki would talk about if prompted. For now, he moved on to what else existed. 

“Theres these woods here” he gestured ahead of them as Tsuki took more of the lead, leading them up one of the extremely bend over trees that seemed to be a path all on its own. “There’s fields too, much like the flower field when you first arrive on the moon, though more, hm, ‘wild’, I guess. That field is tended to often. There’s nothing really wild out here though, like animals... I’m pretty sure” He added, and paused as he tried to think back to everything ever made here. Time had a funny way of escaping him.

[themurderousmoongod]

High School AU

[nakadai-sensei]

Mikoto’s eyes widened just a tiny bit more when he saw Tsuki move closer. W-W-W-What?! Was Tsuki seriously going to kiss him?! 

Not having any chance to react as he was seemingly frozen to the spot and therefore not being able to use Tsuki’s hesitation to do something, Mikoto made a soft and pleased-sounding noise in the back of his throat when he felt those perfect lips on his own. ‘Warm…’

Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to be murdered if Tsuki wanted this too. 

Not wasting any time, the teen leaned closer, deepening the kiss this way, as his free hand reached up to bury his fingers in Tsuki’s golden hair. He had longed to feel that hair, to find out just how soft it really was. 

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki’s grip on Mikoto loosened cautiously at the noise. He couldn’t just be faking it to get a shot in on him, right? That seemed real. As if Tsuki could tell the difference between a real moan and a fake one anyway.

It was his turn to make noises when he felt a hand in his hair. Calloused, tough fingers were gently weaving through his blond curls and Tsuki was convinced then that there was no malice here. He leaned in as well, now pinning Mikoto more against the wall with his body than just his arm.

His heart hammered in his chest, nerves and excitement getting the better of him. Mikoto could probably feel it beating hard with how close they were now. He didn’t want to stop, though. If he could have his way, he would live inside this moment forever...

But, stop he did. Passing out in front of Mikoto probably wouldn’t be a very good idea, or even just passing out in general.  He broke the kiss and pulled his head back enough to get a good look at Mikoto, his cheeks flushed and short of breath.

“Um...” Shit. Where to start?????? “...S-Sorry, I...” I, what? Didn’t mean to? He totally did. He was bracing for an outraged punch to the face now.

[nakadai-sensei]

Tsuki to Umi

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki was surprised at how earnest the man was about his well-being. That was awfully kind of him, being worried someone might attack him or rob him or something. It wasn’t exactly something he’d ever taken into consideration, to be fair.

“Not really” Tsuki said as he adjusted his weight to one leg, pouting his lip a little bit. He really didn’t want to be sent home by a stranger, and getting a taxi was more money than he wanted to spend. Host clubs seemed a little boring now, though, and he wanted to find out more about the man behind the camera.

“Escort, huh…?” Tsuki placed a delicate hand to his chin in thought. That’d be fun. “Okay. Do you live close by?” he asked in return.

[nakadai-sensei]

‘Not really living close-by…’ Mikoto repeated to himself as his gaze shifted from his own feet over his camera back to Tsuki’s face. That pout was too cute. Mikoto reached up with his right hand to cover his mouth and nose while trying to stop the stupid smile that threatened, again, to take over and made him look like some lovesick teenager. 

Tsuki’s next comment helped him in that regard, though, and nearly made him do a double-take. “Eh?” The perplex reaction almost had him recoil in fright, but he only let his hand sink again. When he had said that he could escort the other, he hadn’t meant it like… like… in the adult sense.

“I-I do live close-by…” Mikoto stammered, nodding his head and making his hair fall even more into his face. He didn’t even think when he finally reached up and pointed in the direction of his home. “A 10 minutes walk in this direction.” 

[themurderousmoongod]

“Hnn, is that so?” Tsuki followed Mikoto’s hand, looking in that direction. Not bad. He could catch a taxi near there tomorrow morning or something. It wasn’t exactly the thrilling night he had been looking for, but this was still interesting none the less, and he wanted to see what sorts of pictures this man had in his apartment.

Bounding around to Mikoto’s side, Tsuki looped both of his arms around one of Mikoto’s, completely aware of how intimate it could look to anyone who saw them. “’Escort’ me there, then~” he chirped happily. “That would make you feel better, right?”

[nakadai-sensei]

Vacation || Tsuki

[nakadai-sensei]

Mikoto appeared oblivious for the most part and not very bothered by Tsuki scowling behind him even though he could feel the god’s eyes on him. 

“Mhm, they are part of the fun.” Mikoto nodded and continued to pack food inside his bag. At least, that was what he had heard. Still, he made it sound fun, so Tsuki would surely get in the right mood soon. 

When he had everything packed, Mikoto turned to Tsuki and again took his hand, enlacing their fingers. "Would you prefer to walk or do you want to teleport us to some nice place outside the palace…” ‘Where we’ll be undisturbed?’ Mikoto thought the last part, making it sound more sensual than it needed to be. If nothing else worked, maybe the thought of being alone would do the trick and get Tsuki excited about this. 

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “I thought you said this was a vacation for me to rest? No powers?” He gave Mikoto’s hand a squeeze. “Let’s walk and pick out a spot on the way.” ‘I’ll have more time to tease you that way as well’ He added as he partially lead the way out of the palace. In truth, he had a few ideas of where would be good spots for camping. He had made this place, after all, but he was interested in what Mikoto would pick as the ideal vacation location.

Instead of walking through the village towards the ‘landing pad’, where most appeared when entering his realm, they exited to what would could as “East” with they used the landing pad as “North”. That path lead into a more woods-like area. The forest had blue-ish trees with dense leaves, the wood bending and twisting themselves into bizarre paths that could lead anywhere. The distinct sound of rushing water in the distance.

[themurderousmoongod]

High School AU

[nakadai-sensei]

Mikoto had to admit that he hadn’t seen this coming, not at all… 

He gasped in surprise when he was suddenly grabbed and spun around only to end up with his back slammed against a wall. 

Staring wide-eyed at Tsuki who was still close, Mikoto parted his lips a bit as if to protest, but no sound would come out. This was… This kind of position! Mikoto gulped slightly when he finally realized in what kind of position Tsuki had managed to bring them. A quick glance at the blond’s arm and hand by his head, only further confirmed it. How had this happened? This wasn’t what he had planned. 

It was, then, neither the grip Tsuki had on his upper arm nor the answer to his question that made Mikoto make a small, slightly high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. No. It was the sole fact that Tsuki was now so close to him that Mikoto could feel Tsuki’s hot breath on his face. It was almost enough to make him whimper involuntary, but he had still a tiny bit of self-control left not to sink to that level… yet. 

He wasn’t even sure how long they were really standing there like this. To him it felt like an eternity and a second at the same time. Long, but not nearly long enough. 

Being to engrossed in Tsuki’s face… his lips and eyes… that golden hair… Mikoto had the strong urge to just lean forward and capture those perfect lips in a sweet kiss. He was certain Tsuki would kill him for it if he tried, though, and while he didn’t plan on dying yet, it sure would be some way to go. In the end, Mikoto just continued to stand there without moving, back against the wall and trapped by Tsuki’s grip on him and his hand on said wall. Some nice picture he painted in that moment, he mused as he continued to shift his wide-eyed gaze back and forth between Tsuki’s eyes and lips. Maybe he was imagining things, but he could feel himself going a little limp in Tsuki’s grip. Man, if his knees would give out on him now just because he was closer than he had ever expected to get to his moon prince, then the whole school would know about this by tomorrow afternoon. But Tsuki was so close, he couldn’t help but feel weak. 

If only… he could feel… those lips… 

[themurderousmoongod]

When he didn’t get a response, Tsuki thought for a moment that maybe he’d done something wrong. Mikoto wouldn’t stop staring at him. He hadn’t called Mikoto a coward... 

Then it started to dawn on him as dusk behind them was disappearing; they were awfully close together. This was straight out of some BL or something like that. Mikoto’s soft lips partially parted, waiting, welcoming him to... to... Oh god, he wanted to kiss him?! Sure, he preferred guys to chicks, but seriously, this guy was pushing all of the right buttons.

Tsuki’s body moved in closer before he could think harder about it, like his body already knew what he wanted and that his mind wasn’t on the same page. Just one kiss... Mikoto would probably murder him. But it’d only be just one kiss and their faces were just inches away.

Fuck it. Tsuki figured he was probably going to die young anyway, by disease or fighting or both. Why not die from fighting, his heart, and being beaten to death by a hot guy? Sounds good to him. 

He hesitated one last time, giving Mikoto a final chance to shove at him, make him get off as his grip had slacked significantly, before he leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to Mikoto’s.

[nakadai-sensei]

Tsuki to Umi

[nakadai-sensei]

Mikoto couldn’t help but blink a few times, a bit dumbfounded, when he heard Tsuki’s innocent tone. The movement of those lucious locks had him already completely put under a spell. That innocent voice didn’t help any to calm his nerves if he was honest. If anything, it made him feel protective. Not that he was much of a fighter or a help if it would come to the worst, but he could at least try. 

“Eh?” Being a bit taking aback by both the smile and the next question, Mikoto pushed his glasses further up his nose with one hand before he nodded. “Yes, I am worried.” It was said with so much determination that it even surprised him for a moment. All the while, he did his best not to be thrown off too much by that lovely smile, no matter how much some part of him wanted nothing more than to smile stupidly at a smile such a beautiful angel gave him. 

“I…” Mikoto was hestiant as he began speaking again after a moment. He reached up to grip at his camera while he glanced down at his feet for a second or two. He should actually focus on his work, but… “Do you live close-by?” He didn’t think he had seen the other here before, though he didn’t went out that often during the day and when he did, he kept his head down for the most time. “I could escort you for a bit. I mean, only if you want of course.” Oh gods. He did sound like a pervert, it went through his head as he carefully let go of his camera, so Tsuki wouldn’t end up thinking he was some pervert who wanted to take weird pictures. 

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki was surprised at how earnest the man was about his well-being. That was awfully kind of him, being worried someone might attack him or rob him or something. It wasn’t exactly something he’d ever taken into consideration, to be fair.

“Not really” Tsuki said as he adjusted his weight to one leg, pouting his lip a little bit. He really didn’t want to be sent home by a stranger, and getting a taxi was more money than he wanted to spend. Host clubs seemed a little boring now, though, and he wanted to find out more about the man behind the camera.

“Escort, huh...?” Tsuki placed a delicate hand to his chin in thought. That’d be fun. “Okay. Do you live close by?” he asked in return.

[themurderousmoongod]

High School AU

[nakadai-sensei]

Was that kick too much? Mikoto had agreed to a fight, to have some fun and hopefully still be friends with Tsuki at the end of it. Hospital visits weren’t planned as far as he was concerned. 

All that worry was knocked out of him when he felt Tsuki’s fist connect with his ribs though. Okay, focus. 

Making maybe a little too much of a show out of it, Mikoto was wheezing for a moment as he staggered back from Tsuki a couple of steps. “You’re good, ouji-sama. But you’ll have to give it a bit more to make me really groan and moan.” Mikoto grinned as he slightly patted his ribs where Tsuki had hit him. 

“May I ask something?” The teen balled his fists again while visibly shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he tried to decide where to attack next. “While you won’t fool me, one could easily mistake you for a yankii, while I could be mistaken for… well, you’ve heard the rumors.” As he spoke, he went towards Tsuki again, this time with long strikes that weren’t actually meant to hit Tsuki, but to try and back him into a corner. If one would hit, fine, if not, he wouldn’t bother moping about that. “Do you have some type of rule where you only use your fists in a fight?” 

[themurderousmoongod]

I didn’t hit him that hard, did I? That wheezing noise made him wonder just how tough Mikoto really was, or if everyone around here really was a weakling like he’d thought.

Now that Mikoto had said it, Tsuki couldn’t shake the idea of hearing Mikoto moan and groan in a different situation, shirtless and preferably missing other clothes as well. He’d already seen Mikoto’s hot body after all... He had to fight not to blush openly, and hoped his face already flushed from adrenaline would be enough to cover it up.

Tsuki was distracted a second longer than he had wanted as he barely registered Mikoto’s question. Being called a yankee made his smirk come back. He took that as a compliment, really. “A rule?” He mulled over his answer as he blocked the long blows, letting himself be pushed backwards.

“Well, it’s not really a rule, so much as a belief...” he started and from one of those long swing around, he took the opening and grabbed Mikoto’s shirt and shoulder and used his momentum to spin them around and force Mikoto up against a wall. He slammed his palm into the wall behind Mikoto, just next to his head, while keeping a grip on the upper arm he’d managed to grab earlier. He had hoped to send a message with it that read ‘I could’ve punched you in the face, but didn’t’ as he continued.

“Only idiots and weaklings with no pride need to resort to weapons straight away.”

[nakadai-sensei]

Tsuki to Umi

[nakadai-sensei]

It was a good thing that Mikoto wasn’t able to read minds because being labeled a pervert was certainly one of the last things he wanted to be called. Although it surely wasn’t the first time someone thought that about him when they saw him fiddling around with his camera at night. 

Then, as Tsuki reached out one hand to help him up, Mikoto’s eyes went even wider than they already were. Ah, no… His hands were still dirty from the fall. His eyes darted down for a split second only to stare back up when he heard the question about his camera. “Y-yes. It’s okay.” Mikoto nodded slowly and then gave Tsuki a sheepish smile as his right hand reaching up to rub his neck in embarrassment. 

Eyes again drawn back to Tsuki’s outstretched hand, Mikoto decided against taking it and thus dirting the other’s hand. Instead, he slowly got back to his feet and brushed the dirt from his clothes before quickly tying his hair back together, so it would only be his long bangs falling into his eyes, but no longer the rest of his hair. 

It was only then that he finally noticed that they were alone on the more or less dark streets. “Are you alone?” He only realized how stupid that question must’ve sounded when the words were already out of his mouth. “Ah… I mean…” What did he even mean? That he was afraid some pervert would try to hit on this beautiful angel? He couldn’t say that. He would sound like a pervert if he did, he was sure of it. “Please be careful. T-there’re weird people on the streets at night.” The way he said it, Mikoto didn’t even realize that he, too, looked like one of those weird people he was warning Tsuki about. 

[themurderousmoongod]

Well, that was good. The camera looked expensive.

Tsuki took back his hand when the offer wasn’t taken and instead let it rest on his purse strap, as he currently lacked proper pockets in a skirt. He watched the stranger tie back his hair into a cute ponytail and nervously shuffle in place. Hmm... He couldn’t get a good look at his eyes, but Tsuki felt that if he put some effort into it, this guy could be pretty adorable.

“Huh??” Tsuki turned his head, making the lucious locks bounce around his shoulders as he glanced down the street. “There isn’t anyone here but us” he pointed out matter-of-factly as he returned his attention to the camera man, his words innocently indicating that he really didn’t feel all that threatened alone at night and also, perhaps, making a jab at that they were both very strange people on their own.

Still, Tsuki smiled for him, hoping to ease his nerves. Why worry the man further when he just fell out of a tree? “Are you worried about me?”

[themurderousmoongod]

High School AU

[nakadai-sensei]

The problem was that there were never any friendly fights here, at least not when Mikoto was involved. The brutality of the fights was one of the reasons why he was alone and had no friends. But it appeared Tsuki didn’t seem to listen to the warnings their class mates had told him about Mikoto. They knew to stay away from him and not start things. 

Mikoto took note of Tsuki moving away from his punch, though if he was honest he had never attempted to hit the blond. He liked that face way too much to injure it. He just wanted to see how serious Tsuki was with his wish for a fight. So, until Tsuki would actually hit him and he could see how much power he was hiding, Mikoto would play a little with him. All he needed to do was stop before his fists would connect. 

Taking his hand back then, Mikoto let his eyes wander over Tsuki for a second. He liked that new smile Tsuki was showing him. “A good time, huh?” Mikoto smirked and for a split second something changed in those cold eyes and made them shine with something that could be read as amusement, though it was far more sensual in its intent. He wondered if Tsuki would catch on to it and if so, if he would use it to his advantage. It surely would be interesting, this fight. 

“Then let’s see how good you are, ouji-sama.” Mikoto pulled his right hand back and striked forward again like he had done before. This time however, this was only a distraction as he shifted his weight mid-strike and brought his right leg up as if to kick Tsuki’s left side. 

[themurderousmoongod]

Tsuki barely caught sight of Mikoto’s shift in his stance, his body acting on instinct alone. He brought up his guard fast enough to block the worst of Mikoto’s kick to his side, which was hard enough to knock the wind out of most. Tsuki thanked his lucky stars that he had fought enough to be able to do that.

Holding off a stagger, Tsuki took what he hoped was a chance. He was betting on Mikoto being somewhat impressed that a ‘prince’ could fight too and made a swift jab at Mikoto’s ribs while he was still close up.

This. This felt normal, right. It was a sick rush of joy that made Tsuki forget about his illness, about school and family and whatever else bothered him. It was raw energy and no one had any right to take that away from him.

[themurderousmoongod]

High School AU

[themurderousmoongod]

nakadai-sensei:

Mikoto had just started to enjoy the calm afternoon, watching the sunset together with Tsuki. It could have been so good. If only… The calm smile on the teen’s lips froze upon hearing Tsuki’s request to fight. The hands by his sides curled into fists for a second before unclenching them again in defeat. “So even you…?” Mikoto whispered to himself after biting his lower lip. 

“A fight, huh?” He asked and tilted his head back to look over his shoulder, his voice sounded nonchalant still, almost amused. Though, he took note of Tsuki’s hand in his pocket. Did he have a weapon, a knife maybe? 

“Fine.” The teen agreed and finally turned towards Tsuki. “If that’s what your heart desires…” Mikoto gave a hollow-sounding laugh as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other while running his right hand through his hair. “Just do me one favor… Make this interesting and entertain me thoroughly!” With that the aura around the boy changed completely. Gone was the carefree and up until then seemingly harmless attitude, and replaced with both icy and crazed eyes and a smile that bordered on the cruel side. It was almost as if the teen was suddenly possessed by a demon as he pulled his right hand back only to strike forward in a flash, aiming for Tsuki’s jaw. 

Even me? Maybe Tsuki had said something wrong? Strongest guy in school probably didn’t earn him many friends, but what was wrong with a friendly fight? He wanted to know where he stood next to Mikoto and, a little bit, get a feel for how bad the fights were here.

Tsuki would soon have his answer. Mikoto shifted before him into a crazed fighting demon. Awesome and terrifying. Reflexively, Tsuki moved backwards to avoid getting punched in the jaw, though he wasn’t sure if he was fast enough, and took light step backwards. When he realized it hadn’t connected, he made a note that Mikoto had very likely held back. He was on his guard now, regardless.

“Entertaining...?” Tsuki smiled, a bit differently as well. It was much cooler and solemn, like the moon itself on a terrifying night. Somewhere in the city, a dog howled loud enough for them to hear it on the rooftop. 

“Oh, I think I can manage. Come at me with everything you have, and I’ll show you a good time.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets just enough to hook his thumbs on the inside, letting his fingers show. He had no weapons, but he liked starting off fights like this. It was a fool’s stance without the sword, letting his opponents think his guard was dropped when it was anything but and keeping his heart beat steady. He welcomed another swing like that now. 

[nakadai-sensei]

Vacation || Tsuki

[themurderousmoongod]

nakadai-sensei:

Mikoto made a small surprised, but mostly pleased noise upon feeling Tsuki’s lips on his own, smiling into the kiss. “Of course, darling~” He nodded and watched for a moment the moon god change his clothes. Always such an interesting sight. 

“It will certainly be interesting. It’s my first time going camping without using any magical aid.” Mikoto chuckled to himself and took Tsuki’s hand, leading him to the kitchen to get the food that he had prepared in secret the night before. 

Sorting though the various foods, he planned to take with them, Mikoto suddenly turned to Tsuki and shoved a big container filled with marshmellows into the god’s hands. “Will this do?” 

Tsuki followed along, for he had no other choice here, really. Mikoto was so excited and he had already agreed. He was, however, very surprised to see his staff helping Mikoto in the kitchens like this was already planned. It made him scowl behind Mikoto’s back. How long had he been planning this and who else knew about it without informing him?

With marshmellows shoved in his hands, the god stared at them for a long moment. “... Marshmellows? I... suppose those are necessary for camping... Aren’t they?” He ventured, staring at Mikoto, a bit lost at what this whole camping business really entailed.