UCI Fanfic Request

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Hello there!

May I have a crossover with OFF where The Batter and Kirishima are doing arm wrestling in high tension? (I need to see them holding hands and look at each other's eyes HAHAHA 😭)

Thank you!

I can't believe we have two fanfics of OFF crossover with Tanizaki specifically already. I'm biased towards the two with bats. Anyways, who do you think would win, in this case? The Batter or Kirishima? Even I don't know, ha ha. -Admin Hirahara

There was a guest at the manor, today. A mysterious man who's face was hidden under a baseball cap. He carried around a bat, speaking mysteriously about cleansing the world. None of the escorts really knew where he came from, or where he was going. He seemed to hold off well on his own, though, in the underworld - having completed an assignment that Kirishima was supposed to finish. Without knowing what else to do, it was Kirishima who brought this man back to the manor so he could report it to Rokkaku.

According to Rokkaku, this Batter might have been from some human branch who worked similarly to the escorts of the underworld. For now, it was important to make him feel at ease in the manor, at least until they figure out what his goal is.

That was also why the escorts were so curious about him. Although he appeared human, his strength was clearly other worldly for him to have defeated a corrupt deceased one in Kirishima's place. Even Kirishima had to admit, even though it was good that the deceased one mission was completed, he wanted to be the one to do it.

How strong, exactly, was this person? Could they match the might of an oni?

"There's only one way to find out," Kinoshita stated, clapping his hands together. "Why don't we have a friendly match of arm wrestling? Rokkaku told us to all get along, so we shouldn't go all out in training. But arm wrestling is a good measure of strength too." Kirishima really liked that idea, and it seemed the mysterious Batter was willing to give it a shot.

The Batter sat down at the table first, resting his elbow on the surface and holding out his hand. Kirishima sat down next, gripping the Batter's hand in his own. Already, Kirishima could tell that this person wasn't playing around when it came to strength. Kirishima hoped it would be a fierce battle.

"Ready?" Kinoshita asked, holding up his hand. "Start!" At that, both Kirishima and the mysterious man immediately began to emit an aura that showed they were dead serious on winning.

Kirishima could feel the muscles tensing from the Batter. Of course he'd have good arm strength, he had swung his bat with such force that it knocked the deceased one across a room. But Kirishima wasn't one to back off from a challenge. He'd often trained with Hirahara before, a man who was just brute strength, so he felt he could at least hold out.

The mysterious Batter, who's eyes were still covered, let slip a glance of determination. It told Kirishima that they were pretty evenly matched. This person also wanted to win, and he was going to continue pushing forward to make that happen. The two were still locked in a grip for several seconds before Kirishima was the first to get the upper hand.

He pushed, slowly but steadily, hard on the Batter's hand. It was a struggle to maintain this lead, so Kirishima put his all into it to make the Batter's hand touch the table first. Maybe the Batter was the kind of person to have reserve strength, or maybe the Batter was starting to get serious, but just before his hand touched the table, he managed to hold Kirishima off.

Not only that, but now the mysterious Batter was pushing back on Kirishima's hand, and Kirishima felt his arm turning back to their starting position. Even further, as now the Batter had the upper hand. Kirishima was surprised at this sudden turn of events, but he still didn't want to give up. Although it wasn't true, he felt like his pride as an escort was at stake here.

Kirishima just managed to stop the Batter from slamming his hand down on the table, pushing back hard until the returned to their starting position. A whole minute had passed since the start of the match, with neither willing to budge. Kirishima was thoroughly impressed with this person. They continued pushing back on each other's hand, neither of them faltering.

It was the table, in fact, that gave up before either of them did, collapsing under the immense pressure the two were exerting on it's surface. This came as a surprise to everyone, and both the Batter and Kirishima looked down in shock. A silence filled the room.

"Woah, awesome!" Hirahara yelled out first, raising his hand. "Me next! I want to go next!"

"Not before we do something about this mess..." Saeki insisted, looking around for a broom. "You two really proved yourselves very strong." Kirishima agreed, looking back down at his arm that felt sore after exerting so much force just now. He thought to himself that it was actually pretty fun to compete like that. Kirishima had to give the mysterious Batter some credit. He was very tough indeed.

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Post-pacifist route. Frisk from Undertale once again fell into the UNDER—world Capital? As of now, they're currently being taken care of by The Underworld Escorts.

And in the process, Frisk befriends Kirishima!

(May I? 😭)

You know what's funny? There's a genocide route Undertale fanfic from a really long time ago here too, so I guess we're covering all our basis. -Admin Hirahara

"...So," Rokkaku stared at the child currently sitting in the break room drinking a cup of juice. They didn't say a word to Rokkaku, but looked up at him with a hint of curiosity. "Saitou, do you want to explain where this child came from?"

"Certainly, captain," Saitou said in a rather chipper voice. "You see, I was making my way back from the Licorice General Hospital when this child fell on top of me. Since I had no idea where they came from and what they are doing, nor has this child said a word to me, I decided to bring them back here so someone could keep an eye on them while I figure out where this child goes."

Although Rokkaku understood the words Saitou was saying, it still sounded crazy.

"Saitou. That's kidnapping," Rokkaku said in a matter of fact tone.

"Not if you return the child unharmed," Saitou replied. There was really nothing Rokkaku could do to argue with that. It was true that it would be better to bring the child along rather than leave them out in the underworld, and honestly, the safest place for a human child in the underworld really would've been the escort manor.

"Well... alright," Rokkaku nodded, finally breaking eye contact with the child. It was then that Kirishima passed by. "Oh Kirishima, good timing." Rokkaku pointed at the child. "Your next assignment is to look after this child and make sure they don't get into any trouble while Saitou and I figure out where they are supposed to go." Kirishima, who had never once turned down an assignment, nodded.

"Yes sir." With that, Rokkaku left Kirishima alone with the child, who finally finished their juice box. Kirishima was never the best with kids, so he wasn't really sure what to do now that the child wasn't distracted by their snacks. They both stared at each other in silence, but Kirishima could tell the child was already bored. They couldn't just keep staring at each other like this. Kirishima had to think of something for the child to do.

"I know," Kirishima said, holding out his hand. "I'll show you around the manor. Come along." The child hopped off the couch and took Kirishima's hand. The two left the break room, Kirishima pointing at random things while they walked. "That's Rokkaku's office, he and Saitou are going to figure out where to return you to. That's the stairs. Our rooms are up there. Back there is the training room."

At the mention of "training room", the child seemed to perk up. Kirishima understood that this child probably wanted to see what was inside. They passed by the back yard as they walked down the hall to the training room, both observing Hirahara trying to catch a butterfly while Matsumoto read from a book.

"Hi-Hi-Hirahara, don't smack it or it's wings will break," Matsumoto explained. "We won't be able to research it if that happens." Hirahara, although he said he understood, just laughed and continued trying to slap the butterfly out of the air. The child seemed rather interested in what Hirahara was doing, so Kirishima gestured.

"Do you want to try?" The child eagerly nodded their head, letting go of Kirishima' hand and hurrying outside. They pulled a stick from their pocket and started going for the butterfly. Hirahara seemed completely unbothered by the appearance of a child, only laughing harder.

"Hey, hey, you wanna help?" Hirahara asked. "Okay, you gotta really get this butterfly!" Matsumoto glanced up, confused to see a new person now also trying to catch the butterfly, but Kirishima caught him up on the situation right away. They watched as the child and Hirahara ran around with the stick, trying to smack the butterfly out of the air. Eventually, the child tired themself out, plopping on the ground.

In that moment, the butterfly landed on their head. "Ah!" Matsumoto exclaimed, quickly running over with a jar and easily trapping the butterfly within. "Thank you, now I can continue my research." Matsumoto patted the child on the head. "G-good job." It was like watching sparkles bounce off the child when they were praised. They looked back at Kirishima, a rather excited expression on their face. He gave the child a thumbs up before holding out his hand again.

The two said goodbye to Matsumoto and Hirahara, the latter only now realizing he had no idea who that child was or the situation. When Kirishima and the child got close to the training room, they could hear someone inside. As expected, Tanizaki was busy swinging his kanabo.

"Kirishima, good timing," Tanizaki stopped upon seeing Kirishima peek in. "Train with me."

"I can't today," Kirishima said, presenting the child to Tanizaki. "I've been assigned to look after this child by Rokkaku." The child, seeing Tanizaki's weapon, looked at it with wonder. They didn't bother the formalities before trying to reach for it.

"Wh-" Tanizaki started, about to yell at the child. However, maybe because Rokkaku had asked for the child to be taken care of, he stopped himself. "This is really heavy. Kids aren't supposed to touch things like this." Even though he said this, the child still tried to hold Tanizaki's kanabo.

Kirishima decided he should intervene. "How about you hold my sword instead?" Kirishima offered, showing it to the child, still sheathed. The child equally looked excited about holding the sword, standing there trying to look cool. Kirishima and Tanizaki exchanged a look.

"You look strong," Kirishima clapped, even though it was a clear lie. The child was clearly struggling with the sword.

"Hey kid," Tanizaki said, pointing at Kirishima. "You want to watch how that sword is used?" The child nodded immediately. "Okay perfect. Kirishima." Tanizaki took the sword from the child, tossing it back to Kirishima. "One battle." Kirishima really couldn't refuse if the child was so eager to watch. He agreed, drawing his blade.

"One battle," Kirishima repeated. Immediately, the two went at it. The child, despite how close they were to possibly getting cut or smashed, was honestly handling the sight very well. They clapped whenever Kirishima blocked a strike or made an advance forward. It kind of made it seem like the child was used to dangerous situations, or something.

The battle ended in a draw, mostly because after a few minutes, the child was starting to look bored again. Kirishima held his hand up before Tanizaki could strike again. "I have to go," Kirishima stated, immediately putting his sword away. He went back to the child, offering his hand. "Was that fun?" The child nodded and clapped for both Kirishima and Tanizaki before taking Kirishima's hand again. They said goodbye to Tanizaki before walking off again.

At this point, the child's stomach growled, and so did Kirishima's. The two exchanged a knowing look. It was time for lunch. Kirishima led the child to the dining room, where Kirika was happily humming.

"Oh Kirishima, hello!" She lit up as she locked eyes with the child. "And hello, little round one!" The child waved back, not showing any fear despite seeing Kirika's snake tail. "Are you two both hungry? Let auntie cook you something delicious!" Kirika didn't hesitate to make her way back to the kitchen. Soon, the dining room filled with a delicious smell.

Kirishima and the child sat next to each other, neither of them saying much. The child looked around the dining room, pointing at things they seemed interested in. Kirishima named them as the child pointed. It didn't take long for Kirika to return from the kitchen with a tray for Kirishima, and a kids meal for the child.

"Eat up, Auntie did her very best!" Kirika smiled, patting the child on the head before sitting across from them. The child looked down at their meal, an omelette with a flag sticking up at the top. They immediately dug their spoon into the soft egg, shoving the as big of a bite as they could handle into their mouth. Their cheeks filled like a chipmunk as they ate.

"Aw, how cute!" Kirika grinned. Kirishima had to agree, something about the way this child ate was very cute. They finished their lunch in silence with only Kirika sometimes saying "It's good, right?" or "I'm glad you like it."

Nearing the end of their meal, Saitou came into the dining room. "Oh Kirishima, there's the child," Saitou smiled. "It seems like I figured out where this child came from. I'll go guide them home, so thank you for your hard work." Kirishima nodded, looking back at the child.

"Good for you," he offered with a thumbs up. The child gave a thumbs up in return. Something about that gesture was very heart-warming. once Kirishima helped the child get cleaned up after the meal, he set them off with Saitou, who very easily picked the child up. Kirishima waved goodbye, and got a wave back in return.

It would be nice if Kirishima could see that child again some day. That's what Kirishima was thinking. But maybe it was better not to. If the child found their way to the Underworld again, it could be dangerous. Still, Kirishima couldn't help but think the child was a good kid, so he hoped them the best as he watched them and Saitou walk away.

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Could I have Kinoshita, an oni, fall in love with Tanizaki, the priest sent to destroy him. Tanizaki is conflicted between his job and his own feelings. You can decide what choice he makes.

My secret favorite trope is the onmyouji who can't exorcise the oni, so they just seal the oni away for years until their reincarnation has to deal with the oni, ha ha ha. -Admin Hirahara

"Welcome back." Tanizaki grimaced when he heard the ever familiar voice of a man sitting atop a shrine altar. Before the priest sat a man wearing a black kariginu who's face was covered by a mask with green eyes and two horns at the top. His relaxed posture signaled that he felt in no danger, leaning forward with his hand on his chin while fanning himself with a golden sensu. Even if Tanizaki couldn't see the expression this man was making, he knew this man was grinning by the tone of his voice.

Tanizaki didn't say anything, only holding out a wrapped package in front of him. When there was no movement to take the package, Tanizaki shook it a little, as if making it enticing.

"You know I'm not an inugami, right?" the masked man chuckled, not moving from his post. "Isn't it rather rude of you to make me fetch?"

"I think it's more rude you have me running errands for you," Tanizaki quipped. The man before Tanizaki clapped and laughed, as if the whole thing was a joke, but he did step down from the altar to take the package.

"That's your own fault," he made sure to lean close and whisper in Tanizaki's ear. "You never exorcised me."

The truth was that this man was an oni, a powerful one that lived off the land for centuries. The people of the village used to offer wine to appease him in the past, and in return - supposedly - he kept the soil fresh. Humans, due to time, eventually stopped believing in this superstition. Only by properly nourishing the land would they be able to sustain the land themselves, they thought. So what was the point of the offerings?

Hence, why they hired a priest to take care of the oni, exorcise him before he could realize that humans stopped worshiping him. At least, that was the plan.

Tanizaki's first meeting with the oni went rather horribly. He picked a fight right away, believing that his skills as a priest would be enough to exorcise the oni. But he underestimated a creature that had lived such a long life. The oni, during the first battle, easily overpowered Tanizaki with brute strength. The oni had Tanizaki pinned to the ground, claw at his neck, before he suddenly gave up the fight.

Come back when you're stronger, then we can have a proper fight. That's what the oni said before letting Tanizaki go. The experience was utterly humiliating, and Tanizaki refused to back off, so they ended up fighting until Tanizaki was covered in injuries while the oni came out perfectly unscratched. Tanizaki passed out from blood loss, only to wake up again with his head resting on the oni's lap.

At the time, Tanizaki felt like the oni was just playing with him. Why even look after someone who was sent to exorcise you? The way the oni made a joke out of everything or didn't take anything as a serious threat made Tanizaki realize the power different between them. It would have been too humiliating to return to the village like this, so Tanizaki thought it would have been better to have been killed.

But I like you, the oni had said when Tanizaki said he was better of dead than to know this defeat. How about... if you continue serving under me for a while, I can show you how to get stronger. Just keep trying to exorcise me when you can and I'm sure you'll get better at it. That's how it played out to the current situation, where Tanizaki was basically an errand boy for the oni.

The oni always had a nonchalant attitude no matter what Tanizaki did, which only frustrated the priest more. He wasn't strong enough to defeat the oni, and there was no way for him to get stronger if all he did every day was run up and down the mountain with wine. Even sneak attacks were pretty much useless to the very well guarded oni.

"Eventually, the villagers are going to ask someone else to come and exorcise you," Tanizaki finally responded with a huff. That only made the oni laugh more.

"Well then, that means you better get on it and exorcise me soon, Mr. Priest." The oni unwrapped the package and produced a bottle of wine, one which he seemed very excited about. He eagerly went to grab two wine cups, opening the bottle and pouring one for Tanizaki. The oni lifted his mask slightly so he could take a sip of the wine. Again, the nonchalant attitude frustrated the priest. He was even going as far as sharing a drink with his enemy.

Still, Tanizaki was someone with principle. If someone was going to share something with him in comradery, he felt obliged to take it. So even though Tanizaki felt unsatisfied, he sat with the oni and took the cup, sharing the wine. The two drank in silence, though the oni occasionally let out an unprompted laugh.

Tanizaki just couldn't understand this creature at all. To be honest, he was having trouble understanding himself ever since he came here. It was his job to exorcise this oni, yet he still wasted time drinking with him. He was sure if he really tried hard enough, he'd find some kind of angle to defeat the oni. After all, this creature left itself open whenever Tanizaki was around, yet Tanizaki never really took the opportunity to be underhanded. It was all rather confusing.

The oni finished the bottle of wine rather easily, letting out a satisfied sigh. Tanizaki, finishing his own drink, slowly put the cup down. It was time to move onto their next daily ritual. Without warning, Tanizaki ran at the oni, pulling out a talisman to throw at the creature's face. The oni easily dodged, standing immediately and grabbing the talisman. It burned up at his touch, but that was pretty typical, as Tanizaki came to learn.

Tanizaki continued forward, this time aiming his talisman towards the oni's arm. As soon as it made contact, the talisman became restraints, locking the oni's arm in place. Tanizaki's next move was to deliver a punch to the oni's gut.

Except the oni was just one more faster and threw a kick in Tanizaki's direction, throwing up dirt as he did. It blinded Tanizaki, who immediately closed his eyes. He felt himself get kneed in the chin, almost bursting his teeth. It knocked his brain around in his head and he fell backwards, stunned.

"The talisman was good thinking, but I never understand why you try so hard to punch me," the oni laughed, his voice looming over Tanizaki. Tanizaki clicked his tongue, realizing he'd already lost this battle before it even started. He didn't want to look at the oni at all. "If you did something more underhanded, I bet I'd be caught off guard." Tanizaki didn't say anything, only staying on the ground.

When he was sure the oni went away, he finally got up and dusted himself off. He spat some blood in his mouth out, rubbing his chin to make sure it wasn't dislocated. The oni already returned to the shrine, where it would stay for the rest of the night. If Tanizaki really wanted to, he could probably try a sneak attack now, while it was resting.

But Tanizaki didn't have a heart to do it. Instead, he returned down to the village in defeat, planning to try again tomorrow. He hung his head, looking down at his feet as he walked. His steps echoed as the moon rose, stretching the shadow of the shrine behind him.

"Oh, Tanizaki, so you're alive." The sudden voice from nowhere threw the priest off, and he quickly looked up to see someone else dressed in similar attire. He knew that figure well.

"Saitou," Tanizaki mumbled, recognizing his superior from the same branch.

"You've been gone for so long on one mission without reporting back, Rokkaku thought you were dead." Saitou slowly began his slow walk towards Tanizaki. "If you're still here, then I suppose that means the oni is still alive." Tanizaki didn't want to meet Saitou's eyes, but he had to tell the truth. He gave a nod.

"He's... tough," was the only retort Tanizaki could give.

"To be honest, it's no surprise," Saitou nodded in agreement. "This oni has lived for centuries, so he's probably used to humans opposing him. Here." Saitou pressed something to Tanizaki's chest - a vile with a clear liquid. "Our researcher, Matsumoto, made this. It should help with exorcising oni more easily. It's a mixture that's poisonous to creatures like him." Saitou gestured up the shrine, where Tanizaki came from.

"Poison..." Tanizaki repeated, taking the vile into his hand. He understood the need to create something like this, but he felt troubled about using it. It seemed... underhanded. Tanizaki wasn't sure about it at all. His hesitation was not unnoticed by Saitou.

"Listen,” Saitou muttered, as if speaking any louder would let eavesdroppers hear them. “Oni are tricky creatures. It’s not our job to understand them or assist them. It’s our job to exorcise them. And if you can’t do it, then I’ll do it. And I’ll have to report back to Rokkaku everything that I’ve observed.” Although he spoke softly, Tanizaki knew that Saitou meant it in a threatening way.

He just couldn’t let Rokkaku down like this. Even if the oni never seemed like that bad of a guy. Even if ultimately the betrayal was those humans who didn’t want to give offerings anymore. Even if Tanizaki’s feelings towards the oni changed. He was still a priest, and he had a job to do.

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“You’re late today,” the oni said playfully when Tanizaki arrived at the shrine. Tanizaki didn’t say anything at all, only holding out the wrapped package in front of him. “You know, we’ve been over this before. It’s rude not to bring me the package directly.”

Tanizaki didn’t respond or move at all. The oni, not swayed by Tanizaki’s sudden coldness, hopped off the altar to take the package. “No quip today?” Tanizaki remained silent, looking away. The oni didn’t seem all that confused by the behavior, and simply chuckled. “Okay, I see. You’re in a bad mood today because I almost knocked your teeth out yesterday, right? I’m sorry about that.”

As usual, the oni went to grab two wine cups, handing Tanizaki one. Although hesitant, Tanizaki took the cup in his hand. The oni poured the wine from the package, then lifted his mask to reveal his mouth.

“Hey,” Tanizaki interrupted, just as the oni was bringing the cup to his lips. “Why have you been so nice to me, even though I’m your enemy? You could have easily killed me on the first day, and you could have left me to die instead of treating my injuries.”

"Who knows,” the oni shrugged. “Maybe I like you.” Tanizaki didn’t respond to that. Deep down, he had a feeling that was the case. He just never wanted to admit it to himself. The oni, seeing that Tanizaki had nothing else to say, drank down the cup of wine.

However, the moment the oni swallowed, he felt a sharp pain in his throat and newly threw the wine back up. Something was suddenly suffocating him, and he felt like his insides were twisting. He broke out in a sweat, ripping off his mask as if it was preventing him from breathing. The oni’s green eyes locked with Tanizaki’s purple ones. Tanizaki’s expression didn’t change at all.

So the wine was spiked with something… the oni thought. He couldn’t help but laugh in this situation. It was bound to happen, eventually. A priest and an oni could never truly be friends, even if the oni had done his best to be welcoming.

“See…” the oni mumbled, smiling at Tanizaki with the last of his strength. “I knew you could do it if you tried…”

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what about some fluff Saekiri/Kirisae?

Lately, I've been really getting into stories where two people who are on a date help some lost kid find their guardians. -Admin Hirahara

Oh a rare day off for Saeki and Kirishima, the two of them decided to go to the living world and have a picnic in the park. They got special permission from Rokkaku to do so, since, in his words, they were rather responsible. Saeki was mostly excited just to spend a day with Kirishima. They'd both been so busy lately neither one really had a chance to relax.

"The human world always has interesting things," Kirishima pointed out as the two walked along a pond with a swan shaped boat in the middle. "I wonder if it somehow makes the boat faster if it's shaped like an animal."

"I think it's just for fun," Saeki smiled. It was nice to see humans having fun, in a way. They were pretty far removed from the darkness that sometimes lurked within the underworld. In a way, it told Saeki that if humans were happy, then they were doing their jobs well.

Saeki found a place with a nice tree for shade to settle down. He produced a blanket and set it down upon the grass. This way, the two could still observe the pond while they enjoyed the lunch Kirika packed. "Kirishima, sit here," Saeki waved, and Kirishima obliged.

Kirika, as always, outdid herself with preparing food. There were lots of varieties of snacks to pick from, and Saeki could tell that Kirishima was drooling at the mere sight. Kirishima helped himself right away as soon as Saeki handed him a plate.

Watching Kirishima eat, Saeki couldn't help but smile. He always seemed to be really enjoying whatever he ate, which was a stark contrast to how he was on missions. His serious expression was nice, but Saeki liked this more relaxed Kirishima better.

"Ah..." Kirishima exclaimed as a riceball on his plate rolled off. Both he and Saeki watched it roll off the blanket, onto the grass, and stop at the feet of some child. Kirishima immediately got up to pick it up, only to realize that the child was staring up at the riceball. Normally, humans shouldn't be able to see them, so Kirishima didn't pay it any mind. That is, until he picked the riceball up and saw that the child was following it with his eyes, still.

Kirishima, to test a theory, made a sudden motion to the left with the riceball. The child's eyes followed. He did the same thing again, but to the right. Again, the child's eyes followed. "Saeki..." Kirishima looked back, pointing at the child. "I think this human can see us."

"Yes, it definitely appears so," Saeki nodded, getting up as well to join Kirishima. While the child's focus was definitely on the riceball, it was already unusual that he could follow Kirishima with his eyes. Maybe this child was sensitive to supernatural things.

"Hello," Saeki smiled, making sure to crouch down at eye level with the child. "Did you want this?" He pointed to the riceball in Kirishima's hands. The child immediately nodded. Yes, he can definitely see us. This basically confirmed everything. Saeki looked up at Kirishima, who looked kind of reluctant to give up his food.

Maybe the child noticed how Kirishima was intensely staring at him, or maybe the child was just spooked upon realizing two men were talking to him, but he suddenly burst out crying. Panicked, Saeki looked around to see if the child's parents were around. It didn't seem like it, though, because other than a few strange glances towards the child, no one came to help him out.

"Don't cry...!" Saeki exclaimed, snatching the riceball from Kirishima without a second thought. "We have a lot of food, so why don't you have this one?" Kirishima didn't protest, but he did look kind of sad to part with his food. "He's just a kid," Saeki whispered to Kirishima. "Let's just give this to him so he can leave us alone."

The child slowly stopped crying, glancing between the riceball and Kirishima's face. Saeki continued to insist. "No, really, it's okay, you can take it." The child finally seemed to understand that it was okay, and took the riceball from Saeki. He hoped this would get the child to leave, but actually, the child walked right back to their blanket and sat down.

"Uh..." Saeki started, not sure what the child was doing.

The child, looking puzzled at the two escorts, answered. "My parents said it's rude to stand and eat so I'm sitting down."

"Ah," Saeki nodded. "Yes that makes sense." He glanced at Kirishima, who shrugged. Neither of them really knew what to do. Kirishima made the first move, returning to the blanket and sitting down too. He gestured for Saeki to do the same.

"Might as well eat," He said, going back to the lunch. Saeki held back a laugh before agreeing, sitting back down on the blanket himself. The three ate in silence after that, Kirishima and Saeki mostly not knowing what to say to a child, and the child clearly just enjoying his free lunch.

"So..." Saeki started, now that the child finished eating. "Are you here on your own?" The child shook his head, pointing to the lake and the swan shaped boat.

"No, my sister is on that right now with her boyfriend," the child stated in a very matter of fact way. "They're on a date and don't want me interrupting them so I'm staying here." Even though you're interrupting us... Saeki thought to himself.

"Oh, I see," he nodded. "And when are they coming to pick you up again?" The child looked between Saeki and Kirishima, then back at the swan boat. Something must have clicked in the child's mind, because he suddenly stood up.

"You guys are on a date too!" He suddenly exclaimed. "My sister gets really mad at me when I bother her on her date." He quickly hurried off before Saeki had a moment to correct the child. He and Kirishima watched as the child ran back towards the pond, leaning on the fence and waving to the boat.

The two escorts sat in silence for a while. Saeki wasn't sure how to proceed. Should he explain to Kirishima this wasn't really a date, or the child got it wrong? But instead, Kirishima spoke first.

"Should we get back to our date?" He said without skipping a beat. Saeki took a moment to process his words before letting out a chuckle.

"Yes of course," Saeki smiled. I guess running into that kid wasn't so bad... If it wasn't for him, Kirishima would have never called this a date, so Saeki silently thanked the child. With that, the two returned to watching people pass by as they enjoyed their lunch.

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May I request a Kirishima x Saeki where Saeki got really injured during a mission together with Kirishima, and Kirishima got really mad at the attacker and just went crazy. Really just want protective Kirishima xD

Also maybe Kirishima got hit with a curse that makes him forget his memories of Saeki but his body and feelings is still instinctively protective of Saeki.. for extra angst. Don't necessarily need this part, just a thought.

Since it's hard to fit both requests into one fanfic, I'll just be tackling the first part. -Admin Hirahara

What was supposed to be a very run of the mill mission became a hassle the moment the monster Saeki and Kirishima were chasing slipped into an off limits mine shaft.

It was simple, really. Talk to a monster that was currently seen roaming around an old mine town and ask it to please leave the people who visited alone. The reports stated that sometimes it would go into a frenzy and attack visitors, and the humans were thinking of demolishing the town all together to keep people safe.

The conversation started out fairly normal, when Saeki and Kirishima arrived in town. Saeki did most of the talking, explaining that if the humans demolished the town, some of the yokai living there wouldn't have a place to go anymore. Wouldn't it be better to live in harmony? were his exact words. Unfortunately for the two escorts, though, the monster decided to flee instead, mumbling something about "not liking it" and "not my fault".

Kirishima was familiar with these kinds of monsters. They always felt like they were the ones who were wronged when they were the ones committing sins. Sometimes the only way to deal with them was to subdue them, which is exactly what he suggested to Saeki. When the two drew their weapons in pursuit, the monster immediately ducked into the mines.

Saeki had mentioned in the report that the only reason the mine town was nearly abandoned was due to the safety violations the mines posed. With so many having lost their lives to accidental cave ins, it had to be shut down no matter what, and labeled as off limits. One wrong move from the escorts or the monster, and the whole place could cave in.

"This guy's crafty," Kirishima pointed out as the two looked down into the dark mine. "It knew it could hide if it came to this off limit area."

"It's lived here for a while already, so I'm not surprised," Saeki agreed. "Our best option would be to lure it out into the open once we find it." Saeki came up with a plan that they should split up and try to surround the monster. Since there wasn't any feeling of a breeze or any lights, this particular shaft didn't lead anywhere. As long as they chased the monster to the exit, they should be able to deal with it.

Kirishima went first, carefully walked along the uneven path, a hand guiding him along the wall. The monster was probably accustomed to the dark, but unfortunately for Kirishima, he needed time for his eyes to adjust. He warned Saeki of this problem as he ventured deeper into the mines.

As he walked, Kirishima slowly observed what he could of his surroundings. There weren't any support beams built, which meant that the workers were either in a hurry, or didn't bother to set them. Kirishima's foot kicked large chunks of rock, meaning the path was never properly set. Loose dirt implied that there had been many times a cave in occurred, and no one bothered to clear it out.

Humans sure were careless creatures to have left such a mess.

Kirishima felt his progress was rather slow, so he hoped Saeki was doing a better job. He could occasionally still hear some shuffling in the darkness, so at the very least, Kirishima could place where Saeki was located. They had moved pretty far from each other already. It wasn't long before Kirishima walked straight into a dead end, his face smacking on a large, dirt wall.

The monster didn't come down this way.

Kirishima started retracing his steps, making sure to double check on the way back that the monster wasn't just hiding away in the darkness. It was then that he heard gunshots in the distance.

"Saeki?" Kirishima called out, wondering if Saeki was trying to clear out a path with his gun. There was silence, followed by another round of gunshots.

It wasn't Saeki trying to clear an obstacle. Kirishima knew immediately that Saeki was engaged in battle. Kirishima didn't bother with taking safety precautions as he immediately dashed towards the sound. He could just make out Saeki trying to say something, though his voice was drowned out by monstrous roars. Saeki must have been trying to convince the monster, still. But now was a bad time, since it seemed so worked up already.

There was another loud roar that shook the mine and a crashing sound, threatening to collapse the ceiling. And then, it was suddenly quiet. No sounds of gunshots anymore. Could Saeki have been...? Kirishima shook the thought from his head.

Kirishima finally noticed a large mass moving around in front of him, and took the initiative to draw his sword and slash towards it. The monster dodged fairly easily, making it obvious that he could see in the dark. Kirishima could just make out a faint figure on the ground nearby. Saeki, he realized, crouching down to check his vitals.

Saeki was in bad shape. It make sense, since close quarters fighting wasn't exactly the strong suit for guns. From the initial evaluation, Kirishima confirmed that Saeki's ribcage collapsed in on itself. He must have been struck hard in the gut. That must have been the crash. Kirishima was furious at this discovery.

"Sorry..." Saeki mumbled, coughing up blood. "I thought it might still listen to me..." Saeki was always a kind person. But this monster was far too lost to have reasoning, Kirishima understood that. Something about the way Saeki apologized made Kirishima's blood boil. It wasn't Saeki's fault the monster wasn't listening, leaving him in this state, and yet he was the one apologizing.

"Bold of you to attack an escort," Kirishima hissed, pointing his sword towards the monster.

"It's not my fault..." the monster groaned. "You guys are the ones who are wrong." So it's still denying it... Kirishima thought. No mercy for those who didn't repent. Kirishima wasn't sure what suddenly snapped in him, but he charged the monster with no remorse.

His first strike struck the monster's body, earning Kirishima a cry as the monster shrunk back. But it wasn't off the hook yet. Using the same momentum, Kirishima went at it again, this time taking out it's legs one by one. Now that it was incapacitated, Kirishima came down on it's head, stabbing it with such a force that his sword pieced through the ground.

Not yet, Kirishima thought, pulling his sword out and going in again. He stabbed it again, then again, then again... over and over despite it clearly being unable to move anymore. Not yet... Kirishima continued to think, not caring that he was starting to make a mess. He hurt Saeki even though Saeki was just trying to help. Unforgivable. He raised his sword above his head, decapitating the monster right then and there.

Now that the fight was over, Kirishima finally recollected his thoughts. The monster had no remorse for it's actions and blamed others. There was no sign of repentance, so it was alright to cut it down. He would make sure to note this down to Rokkaku in the report. Kirishima finally went back to ensure Saeki was alright.

Thanks to their undying bodies, Saeki was already mending. He gave a soft smile when he noticed Kirishima. "So you dealt with it all on your own," Saeki noted.

"Sinners have to be punished," Kirishima stated, offering a hand to Saeki. Saeki gripped Kirishima's hand and stood up, wobbling a little as he tried to balance himself.

"Oh dear... I might have to go to the hospital after this," Saeki noted, patting himself where he was still bleeding. He laughed it off, though, patting Kirishima on the back. "Since I was incapacitated, I'll leave the report to you." Kirishima nodded, just glad to see that Saeki was okay.

He wouldn't be able to make sense of the overwhelming desire to attack the monster earlier, but Kirishima did know that he was fine as long as Saeki was okay.

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I am a sucker for demon slayer crossover (crossover.?? actually, not rlly im not sure), i feel like it would be cool if Kirishima had the same fighting style with the characters in demon slayer. Like for example, he (kirishima) could use breathing styles- it sounds weird but im kinda interested in how the other escorts would react to that. (im actually pretty new to Tumblr so im not very sure how to ask anonymously or others? )

Hello, your request has been completed with this one. -Admin Hirahara

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HEY HEY- I ACCIDENTALLY SENT MY PROMPTS TO "SUBMITING FANFICS" PART HAHAHA like i said IM NEW TO TUMBLR AND IM NOT SURE HOW THINGS WORK HERE! SO IM SO SORRY- anyways dont mind THATTT i originally asked if you could do a demon slayer crossover where Kirishima could use breathing styles, its weird but i kinda want to see how the other escorts would react, ANYWAYS- IM STILL SO SORRY FOR ACCIDENTALLY SENDING MY PROMPTS TO THE FANFIC SUBMITION PART!

Don't worry about it! Since you resubmitted it as an ask, I'll be answering here. We have a fanfic where the escorts meet a Hashira, so it certainly would be interesting to see Kirishima using breaths! -Admin Hirahara

When Kinoshita was returning from a mission, he noticed that Kirishima was swinging his sword wildly in the backyard. For Kirishima, it was normal to see him doing training with his weapon, but something about the way he was swinging seemed off from his usual movements. Kirishima was always good at striking with speed in a swift movement, but today, it kind of looked like he was going for something a bit more flashy. It kind of looked like he was trying to channel some kind of invisible power into his sword, and he was breathing deeply a lot.

It was actually kind of distracting, and Kinoshita found himself watching for quite some time. Sometimes Kirishima would suddenly dash forward, bringing his blade up, and sometimes he would try striking forward without moving. Sometimes he would take a running start before jumping up and slashing down, and sometimes he would start low and aim up with the tip of his blade. All the while, he continued inhaling deeply and exhaling loudly.

Kirishima, ever so focused in his training, clearly didn't notice Kinoshita. Not, at least, until he mis-stepped and fell over onto his back, staring directly up at Kinoshita.

"Oh, welcome back," Kirishima greeted while getting up again.

"Good work," Kinoshita greeted with a nod. "What are you doing, Kirishima?"

"Training," Kirishima answered right away, dusting himself off and picking up his sword again. "Recently, I escorted a deceased one who said he was really good with swords too."

"Is that so," Kinoshita asked, showing a bit of interest.

"That's right," Kirishima stated, taking a deep breath again. "He said his style was called 'moon breathing' style. At first, I thought it meant that he could breathe in space, but I was wrong." Again, Kirishima attempted to strike forward, slashing while he exhaled. He looked dissatisfied with the result, even though Kinoshita couldn't tell what went wrong. "Actually, the way his movements were, it made the way his swung his sword resemble a crescent moon."

Kinoshita finally understood that Kirishima was trying to imitate something he saw. If must have been quite a feat for Kirishima to be so focused on recreating it.

"Did he show you some of his movements?" Kinoshita asked, properly sitting down to focus on helping Kirishima.

Kirishima gave a nod, focusing forward. "Breathing techniques are very interesting. It requires focus on controlled breaths and motions to carry out precise attacks. By controlling breathing, one can control their heart rate and motions. I think it would be good to learn for future missions." Kirishima demonstrated the two separately, first by breathing in and closing his eyes. Then, when he opened his eyes again, he struck his sword forward, although nothing of particular interest happened.

"So you seem to have a good idea on how to do it," Kinoshita pointed out, "but the problem is that you can't combine the two, is that right?"

"Yes, that is the problem," Kirishima admitted. "While I understand how to breath, and I understand how to move, I don't understand what the difference in our movements are." Kinoshita gave it some serious thought as well. So a deceased one, who was once human, probably used this sword technique before. What was it that this human was doing that might be different from Kirishima?

"Oh." Kinoshita suddenly realized. "I've got it." Kirishima looked over at him, curious at the conclusion Kinoshita came to. "Humans, who are weak and fragile at times, still do what they can to survive. In terms of battles, it would be inconvenient if your body gave out on you at a critical moment, right?" Kirishima nodded. "Right, so humans must have come up with this breathing style in order to control their own movements. That way, even if they are exhausted, they can still push forward."

Kirishima nodded at the explanation, so he must have agreed. He looked down at his sword, a bit down. "Since we're oni, I suppose that means no matter how much I try, I won't be able to achieve something created by humans." Since Kirishima looked somewhat sad about it, Kinoshita decided to give this 'technique' some more thought.

Humans made this for using a weapon, so they did it to make themselves stronger in battle. Perhaps the point of the technique wasn't to control their own bodies, but to make their bodies push past what it was normally capable of. If that was the case, it could be applied to oni as well.

"Kirishima, since humans try to push themselves past their limits, why don't you try as well? If you sense the limitations within yourself, maybe you'll be able to surpass them by focusing on your breathing." Kirishima gave it some serious thought before nodding, closing his eyes again.

For a while, it was very quiet. Kinoshita could hear from Kirishima's rhythmic breathing that he was trying to open his lungs as much as possible. Kirishima's grip tightened around the sword, and once he opened his eyes and slashed forward, Kinoshita witnessed a crescent moon like strike. It truly was a sight to behold. Kirishima, looking surprised at himself, turned to Kinoshita.

"That was it," Kirishima stated, appearing proud of himself. Kinoshita clapped for him.

"Good work," Kinoshita acknowledged. "I'm sure if you practiced more, it would come more naturally." With that, Kinoshita turned to go to hand in his report, but a lingering question was on his mind. With a technique like this, it was reasonable to assume that many lives were taken because of it. "Kirishima, you said the deceased one you escorted taught you this?"

"Right," Kirishima nodded. "Although he may have been the hero type when he lived among humans, he actually committed many atrocities over the years after becoming a deceased one. The Court of Enma asked that he be judged and punished for it."

"I see," Kinoshita nodded, his suspicions confirmed. There was nothing more to be done about it, though. Sometimes humans pushed themselves over their limits too much and committed crimes once they passed on. It was a pretty regular occurrence, actually. But Kinoshita gave this no more thought. He had his own report to turn in, after all.

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How about a fic where Tanizaki works himself too hard during training and faints during a mission brief? The escorts can help him recover and Rokkaku can impart some words of wisdom about not pushing oneself too hard.

Tanizaki does seem like the kind to work himself to death. I bet he experiences burnout but then just lays in bed wondering what happened. Then he goes to do muscle training or something. -Admin Hirahara

"...Does someone want to explain to me why Tanizaki is laying face down on the floor right now?" Rokkaku asked upon entering the break room and seeing one of his most diligent escorts unable to move. It sounded like he was mumbling to himself, still, so at least he was conscious. The others looked somewhat worried, and somewhat curious about the situation. Kirishima was the first to raise his hand.

"Sir, I can answer that question," Kirishima pointed to Tanizaki as he spoke. "Tanizaki just returned from his last mission, completed the paperwork, and fell over when he got up to hand it to you."

"It's my fault," Saeki apologized sincerely. "He seemed tired after the mission, but I asked him to do the paperwork and he must have pushed himself too hard."

"Actually, it's Hirahara's fault," Tagami chimed in, immediately casting blame. "He messed up on his mission so Tanizaki had to be sent out right away. He didn't get a break between helping Hirahara and his last mission, sir."

"WHAT!" Hirahara yelled, immediately defensive. "Tagami, you slacked off before that and Tanizaki had to go help you too! It's not just me!" Rokkaku did sort of remember Tanizaki being available to help Tagami earlier that week, and then assigning him to Hirahara right afterwards due to the emergency of the situation.

"He went on his last mission because he was the only one available in the manor, right?" Kinoshita added. "I saw him when I was coming back, he had extreme dark circles under his eyes." It could be like that, in the special divisions branch sometimes. There were always going to be emergencies coming up, or tasks that needed to be done right away. Rokkaku did feel somewhat bad for having Tanizaki take on so many tasks at once, though.

"Alright," Rokkaku crossed his arms, "Tanizaki's worked quite hard. His mission is to get some rest now. Why don't you all help him recover?" The escorts all responded with a yes sir!, satisfying Rokkaku. He left them to sort things out, and once Tanizaki was feeling better, Rokkaku would have a proper talk with him.

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Kinoshita was the first to try something for Tanizaki. "You know, sometimes when you drink alcohol, your body relaxes." He produced a bottle of sake and tried to pour it in Tanizaki's mouth. "Tanizaki, open your mouth so you can drink it." Unfortunately, it looked more like Kinoshita was choking Tanizaki since he refused to drink the alcohol.

"I don't think that's working..." Saeki quickly spoke up. "I heard that putting cold compress on a sore body can help with recovery, though! Let's give that a shot." It wasn't all that hard for the escorts to locate Matsumoto's first aid box and the cold compresses within. Unfortunately, no one had any idea where they should be applying them.

Hirahara, who thought it was like a sticker game, just started slapping them on Tanizaki willy nilly, which was probably making things worse. "Hahaha! Does that feel better?" Hirahara laughed at his handiwork. If it wasn't for the fact that he slapped the compresses over Tanizaki's clothes, it might have actually helped a little.

"That's not how you use those, you idiot," Tagami rolled his eyes. "Obviously, Tanizaki needs to sleep this off." Tagami leaned closer to Tanizaki's face. "Oi. Go to sleep." But Tanizaki just couldn't do it. It was like he was hard wired to stay awake until the work was done, but too tired to move at all.

It was then that Kirishima came back in the room with a tray of food. "Tanizaki, eating a good meal helps with recovery. Kirika made this just for you, so eat up." As he said this, Kirishima started feeding Tanizaki the food on the tray. While maybe Tanizaki was eating some of it, it was just making a mess all over his face.

These guys... Tanizaki thought angrily. Even if he was trying to rest like Rokkaku said, their support was just hindering him. He finally couldn't take it when Hirahara tried to also pour tea on Tanizaki because it would 'wake him up better'. "KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!" He yelled, sitting straight up and fighting the fatigue in his body.

"This isn't working," Tanizaki hissed, pushing past the other escorts. "I'm just going to go present my report to Rokkaku."

"Oh, Tanizaki," Rokkaku glanced up from his desk when Tanizaki entered his office. "You made a fast recovery." Tanizaki stiffened but nodded, handing in his paperwork.

"Yes sir, I am recovered now." Although Tanizaki said this, Rokkaku could tell that he actually didn't rest at all. That's what Tanizaki was like, though. He was straight forward and hard working, so it might be hard to convince him to relax.

"Listen, Tanizaki," Rokkaku sighed. "It's always good to work hard when you are assigned a task. But all the same, it's also important to rest. Otherwise, your body won't recover enough for you to complete the next task. Does that make sense?" Tanizaki gave it some serious thought, then nodded.

"Yes sir," Tanizaki stated. "Without a recovered body, then I can't work hard on the next mission." Rokkaku smiled, agreeing.

"So what are you going to go do now?" Rokkaku asked.

"I'm going... to go take a nap." Tanizaki admitted, bowing before he left. At least he understood, Rokkaku thought, leaning back in his chair. He hoped Tanizaki would take a proper nap. After all, he always worked so hard.

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Can I please ask for something with Tanizaki and Tagami after they’d just met and don’t know each other well yet? Tanizaki thinks the other is slacking off (he’s not wrong) so he tries to get Tagami to put in some effort. The first time he does, Tagami just gives him The Look and walks away to sleep somewhere else, saying nothing. The next time Tagami actually does what he was asked for, but in a way that makes Tanizaki regret even asking in the first place (nothing of serious consequences, just a big annoyance – think something like asking someone to paint the bathroom walls, you expect white, you find the walls painted bright neon orange). After several such occurrences Tanizaki eventually gives up, and when the two are assigned on their first mission together, he expects he will have to do all the work alone – only to his surprise this time Tagami actually does exactly what’s needed, and fast, and before Tanizaki can even act, then says he wanted to get back to sleep ASAP and leaves, Tanizaki all like “ಠ_ಠ what just happened”. Woah, that’s long ._. thank you if you decide to write this!

I'm back for a limited time, here to fill out more requests! Malicious compliance until you get the job done should be Tagami's motto from now on. -Admin Hirahara

Tanizaki's first impression for Tagami was not a good one. Tanizaki was coming back from a mission when he was tripped by someone lying in the hallway. Some new guy was just sleeping there, an inconvenience for anyone trying to get to Rokkaku's office. Tanizaki couldn't even reprimand the man because he seemed to ignore everything Tanizaki had to say. Later that same day, Rokkaku introduced the two to each other.

"I hope you'll be able to guide Tagami for a while," Rokkaku gestured. "I'd like for him to get accustomed to the manor." Tanizaki saluted Rokkaku, eager to complete the task given to him. Tagami looked like he couldn't care less.

Tanizaki was very thorough in his tour of the manor. The sooner Tagami got familiarized with the place, the better it would be. It can't be allowed to let him just sleep on the floor anymore. At least, that was Tanizaki's plan in the beginning.

"And Tagami, this is the dining area, where you can eat-" Tanizaki turned to see if Tagami was paying attention, only to find that he was gone from his side. "HAH?" When did that guy disappear? Tanizaki looked around back the way he came, only to find Tagami laying on the couch in the break room, already sleeping.

"Unacceptable!" Tanizaki yelled, slamming his foot down. "Wake up, Tagami!" At first, Tagami didn't stir, but when Tanizaki practically lifted the couch to throw Tagami off, he finally glanced over.

"Ugh..." Tagami groaned, sitting up and hopping off the couch. "You're so loud."

"We're in the middle of going over the rooms in the manor," Tanizaki stated. "You can't just sleep wherever you want!" Tagami gave Tanizaki what could only be described as a malicious looks, only to groan and start walking away.

"Yeah yeah, okay whatever, I'm going to find a place I can sleep." Tagami started walking off before Tanizaki had a chance to process what happened. Did he just get blown off? The nerve of this new guy. Tanizaki absolutely would not stand for this, how could someone be so lazy?

"If you have time to sleep, then you have time to train!" Tanizaki grabbed Tagami by the back of the collar. "This is a good opportunity. If you're going to work here, you have to prove your strength." Tanizaki wanted to test this guy's skill. If he was just a lazy good for nothing, he couldn't wrap his head around why Rokkaku had any faith in him.

Tagami didn't put up much of a struggle as he was literally dragged off to the training room. Tanizaki figured it meant that Tagami was actually willing to give it some genuine effort. He tossed Tagami across from him, taking a fighting stance.

"Tagami, we take pride in our strength," Tanizaki stated. "We're going to duel now, so show me your spirit." Tagami stood back up, still giving Tanizaki the same glare from before, but then just shrugged.

"Whatever you say..." Tagami rolled his eyes. Good, at least he was willing to put in some effort. With that, Tanizaki came at Tagami fast, ready to strike him with one punch to the face. Just before Tanizaki made contact, though, Tagami suddenly put his hands up and yelled loudly, "Okay I give. You win." With that, he flopped onto the floor.

Tanizaki was truly baffled by this. Tagami just admitted defeat before they even started? "Unacceptable!" Tanizaki hissed, grabbing Tagami's collar. "This is training! Take it seriously!"

"I seriously give up," Tagami huffed, still holding his hands up. "There, I showed you my spirit, so let me go to sleep." Tanizaki felt like his words got twisted, but there really wasn't anything he could do. Was this really the spirit of someone who could be called an Underworld Escort? It was pathetic. He wanted to yell and lecture Tagami again, but based on his experience earlier in the day, he knew it was just going to go in one ear and out the other.

Tanizaki let Tagami go after that. What more could he really do, at this point? He didn't want to start a meaningless fight with a newcomer and then get in trouble. As Tagami walked away, Tanizaki clenched his fist and grit his teeth. Damn, that guy...

Their relationship didn't get much better, after that. Tagami would always somehow get out of doing something Tanizaki asked of him. Tagami cleaned up his room, sure, but now there was a huge pile of junk in the corner. Tagami didn't fall asleep at the dining table anymore, but he also started eating elsewhere. He swept the break room once, only for Tanizaki to find all the dirt under the couch when it was moved. Tanizaki finally had to give up trying to ask Tagami to do anything - his compliance was worse than just not doing anything.

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"Tanizaki, I'm assigning you to a mission," Rokkaku stated, handing Tanizaki some papers. "There's a break in the boundary between the two worlds that I'd like investigated and sealed as soon as possible." Tanizaki read over the file - it was a very tedious task that involved locating a break in the barrier, returning people who have accidentally crossed over, and sealing it back up.

"Yes sir!" Tanizaki answered, after finishing his reading. "I'll ensure that this gap is closed."

"Good," Rokkaku nodded, "I already sent Tagami out to do some recon, so make sure you meet up with him later." Not that guy... Tanizaki held himself back from arguing. Tagami never listened to him at the manor, so he couldn't expect Tagami to actually listen to him during a mission. But it was Rokkaku's orders, so...

"Yes sir." Tanizaki bowed and headed off to the marked location on the map. As he hurried to the spot of the assumed barrier break, he wondered what he should do about Tagami. Maybe he should just let that guy sleep somewhere discrete and do the searching himself. It'd be bad if any humans saw him so he would have to make sure Tagami didn't sleep in an inconvenient spot. What was he, Tagami's babysitter?

As expected, upon arrival, Tanizaki saw Tagami laying on the ground with his hat over his eyes. He must have been sleeping like that for a while, given that some leaves were already starting to cover him.

"TAGAMI!" Tanizaki shouted in his booming voice. "You're slacking off again!" Tagami, barely moved by Tanizaki's loud voice, only slowly removed the hat to glare up at him.

"So loud..." he mumbled, slowly sitting up. He looked between Tanizaki, then towards a road in front of them. "That's where the boundary has crossed." Tanizaki was about to yell again at Tagami before he processed what Tagami said.

"...Huh?" He asked, looking down the path. Tagami let out an exhausted sign as he stood up.

"Like I said, the barrier broke down this path, so this is where the boundary has crossed." He walked over and patted Tanizaki on the shoulder. "I already investigated the area, found the break, escorted all the humans back to the living world, and stopped some yokai from going into the human world. I'll leave the sealing to you."

Tanizaki was legitimately very surprised. Tagami never seemed like the type to work hard, and Tanizaki had prepared himself to do all the work while Tagami slept. He stood there, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Tagami..." He started, his mouth still agape. "If you're able to work this hard, why don't you do it more often?"

"Hah..." Tagami thought for a moment before shrugging it off. "The faster the mission is done, the sooner I can go back to sleeping in the manor." With that, he was already walking off, giving Tanizaki a wave. "I'm going back now, since you're here. Hurry and seal the barrier."

Tanizaki couldn't tell if he was glad Tagami pulled his weight, or upset that Tagami only did so in order to slack off later. "That guy..." Tanizaki huffed, rubbing his temple. Tagami frustrated Tanizaki to no end.

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For the magical broom escort guy do you have any guesses of what his name might be? What kind of role do you think he'll play in the new game? Idk I'm just really interested in this guy and all we've seen of him was that screenshot from the game and the small appearance he made in that special manga chapter that got released awhile back but he didn't even say anything he just walked right past Kirishima 😭

That's a really good question, there really isn't a lot of information about him so it's hard to make any guesses at the moment. When he first came out, I couldn't stop thinking about him, it was such a problem, ha ha! I wanted him so badly to be related to cults or something.

As far as roles, due to what little we've seen of him, I just always assumed he was another escort like Kirishima. Maybe he specializes in magic or something. It's been a while since I've looked at screenshots of the third game, but it does seem to be more "underworld" focused. So maybe he's like some kind of reserve escort who spends more time doing things in the manor rather than in the human world.

As for guessing names, anything goes, really. Because there's a lot of different last names he could have, and because we don't know the reason for death, it really could be any combination of things. A personal joke of mine is that I've been calling him Yamada since it's a common last name, where the "da" kanji is replaced. With what, though, I'll never know.

-Admin Hirahara

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Just dropping in to ask is there any random headcanons that you'd like to share about any &/or all the characters that you've never got to share: either cuz no one asked or you were never able to put into a fic? By all means use this ask if you'd like to share as many random headcanons of uci characters as you'd like :))

It's been a while since I thought about headcanons... I have a really old one from 2015 about alt jobs the escorts could have. I feel like I've adopted a lot of the popular ones like the cannibal theory and the naming theory so I can't say I've never shared them before. I have some really dumb ones if you'll bare with me though:

One that I've never shared before is that I think Hachi is just a normal boy that got raised by a yokai cat and now he just... kind of lives in the underworld with her. This has been debunked with rinnedou-sensei calling him 'humanoid' rather than human, but please, let me believe, haha.

Also, I think Sensei is a great physical doctor, but a bad mental doctor, which is why Benibara remains in the hospital, and Chihiro has to do a lot of her memory piecing by herself. But Sensei doesn't like to admit it, so he really is out here faking it until he makes it. I'm on to you, "Sensei"!

Saeki and Tagami probably have secret piano/guitar concerts that not even Rokkaku knows about to earn more money for how many things just kind of get destroyed around the house. But Tagami's too lazy to do anything with the money so it always seems like Saeki is the responsible child who has money to cover damages.

Matsumoto might be a sleeper agent for Saitou so that if in the event Saitou is incapacitated for whatever reason, Matsumoto will assume his role as spy for the Court of Enma and report to them in Saitou's place. The nervousness is an act! He's a spy, I tell you!

Speaking of the Court of Enma, I don't actually think there's a higher up being reported to. I think it's just a different agency that sees how the Special Branch organizes and wants intel. I think at some point, someone left Rokkaku in charge of most things related to the human world and it just ran like a well oiled machine. It's a YoRHa cover up, why won't anyone believe me?!

Magical broom escort, I don't know your name, but I really hope the deduction for your death is you were in a cult. I want that for you.

I dunno, what do you think of them? -Admin Hirahara

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Quick question, do you write Y/N / x reader fics for the gokuto boys? Just curious, absolutely no hate or anything if you're not comfortable with writing that kind of stuff! Still waiting on that 3rd gokuto game 😭😮‍💨

I wasn't really sure what Y/N fanfics were, but after some searching it seems like it's a self insert kind of fanfic? While there are "x reader" fanfics on here, they follow a format of being in first person (example here and here). This is so no specific person is addressed, which I think goes against "your name" style things.

So I guess, yes, we do write "x reader" fanfics but not "Y/N" fanfics...? -Admin Hirahara

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today i was reminded of this game existing while going through rpg horror again and i remembered this blog, if anyone's still around and ends up reading this ask i just wanted to say thanks for all the fun and nice memories that led me to joining tumblr and starting to write and improve, i wouldn't be where i am now if it wasn't for this blog!

You may be surprised, but I am still here and I still see the messages that come in!

Thank you so much for enjoying the stories here, I'm so glad to hear that you are still writing! I hope you'll continue to succeed to convey your ideas in the future! -Admin Hirahara

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Hey, I don't know how long it's been since that Kinoshita/Tagami request was done, but I want to say thank you. And I mean this wholeheartedly. It was very sweet.

I’m very glad you enjoyed it! It means a lot to me! -Admin Hirahara

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You can do make a fanfic about nada and Morpheus? About nada become The Queen of dreaming? Before nada and Morpheus have a secret romance, and nada have an human boyfriend?

And nada find she is pregnant?

Please?

Hello, we are a fanfiction blog for Underworld Capital Incident and related content, that is all. We cannot take your request. -Admin Hirahara

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Is there any crossovers or fics that any of the admins have been wanting to write but haven't because no one has requested it yet. If so by all means use this ask to write whatever fic or crossover that any of the admins have been dying to write :D

A crossover I’ve always wanted to write but had no reason to was with Hypnosis Microphone. What on earth would the Underworld Capital Division even look like? All I can imagine is all of them having literal weapon mics… - Admin Hirahara

“Kirika, ma’am, I have the report for the divisions that will be participating in the first Division Rap Battle.” Ayako brought with her a stack of papers that contained detailed information about the participants Chuuoku could anticipate. It wasn’t long ago that Kirika had managed to storm the prime minister’s office and take control, exposing the previous administration to their corrupted deeds. And thanks to that, she was able to manage Japan pretty well, with her plan to ban weapons and to weed out the corrupted officials and replace them with women. So long as she kept the general public distracted with the rap battles, she wouldn’t have to worry about them acting out against her.

“Thank you, Ayako,” Kirika smiled, patting the table where the reports went. "I know you did a really detailed job. I can always count on you!” She smiled fondly and gave the second in command a pat on the head. “Let auntie praise you a bit!” Ayako looked rather happy with the praise, immediately lowering her head. After she took her leave, Kirika made sure to thoroughly read the notes left for her.

“Let’s see here...” There appeared to be four major divisions that had the most territory. They had beat out the others in street rap battles, so they were probably trying to prove themselves in the tournament.

The first group was the Ikebukuro Division, which consisted of three rather young members. The leader, Kirishima, ran some kind of independent business helping people out. That was pretty noble of him. He was supported by his second and third team members, Saeki and Matsumoto. From the report, it sounded like Saeki was a childhood friend, and while it was Kirishima’s idea to start their company, Saeki was responsible for all the paperwork. It looked like Matsumoto only joined because it was the only place he could get a job, and no one else would hire someone in middle school still.

Generally speaking, they seemed like the kind of good students who were committed to their duties. Kirika wasn’t sure what that meant for their rap skills, but if their territory really was so big, then surely they were not ones to be messed with. It also looked like Kirishima had been involved in many dark dealings in the area before he straighten his life out (thanks in part to Saeki). Kirika thought it might be kind of nice for these young kids to take home first place, and rooted for them in her heart.

Next on the report was the Yokohama Division. These were very serious looking people, led by Rokkaku. “Eh?” Kirika had to double check her report to make sure it was written correctly. “He’s in the yakuza?” He did kind of have the face of a yakuza boss, that Rokkaku. From the report, though, he never seemed to get into any legal trouble with the police. Then again, it could be because the police captain was the second member of the team. Saitou, chief of the police stationed in Yokohama. Through a hard childhood of having lost his parents, he fought his way to the top and ensured to keep the streets of Yokohama clean from illegal drugs. It was pretty admirable. And the last member of the team was an ex-military soldier, Tanizaki.

Kirika, for some reason, felt like that name rang a bell. It would seem that Tanizaki’s captain from the army days was currently in prison in one of the Chuuoku facilities, from the report. “He must have been on the dispatch when we were handing out prototype microphones.” Maybe after his captain’s plan failed, Tanizaki had run off to camp out at Yokohama. It didn’t seem like he was doing anything dangerous, though, so Kirika didn’t have much concerns.

Overall, the Yokohama Division came off a bit shady, but none of them had explicitly done anything illegal. That was the general vibe Kirika got from the reports. They used their microphones to take out people causing trouble for the local store owners, so somehow, they were probably the most successful in helping Kirika in her cause. Maybe she wouldn’t have to keep an eye on them after all.

The third division was the Shibuya Division, led by a rather high spirited Kinoshita. Apparently, despite being on the Shibuya Division, he actually worked in Shinjuku as a host. That was certainly an interesting twist. However, he seemed really devoted to his home turf, single handedly taking over a huge territory before he even got himself a second and third member. As for those members, they were childhood friends, Tagami and Hirahara. Tagami was an author who wrote for various genres under various pseudonyms. He was very successful, but it seemed like most of his money went to support Hirahara’s slight gambling addition problems.

“Oh my,” Kirika sighed, upon reading about Hirahara. It seemed like his father was one of those corrupt officials she took out of office. Hirahara ran away from home before he got mixed up in that, though, so she doubted he had any feelings of resentment towards her. How this group of people found each other... Kirika would never really know. It sounded like they all lived in the same area and ended up being drawn to each other. Together, they made the Shibuya Division an outstanding territory, and were really good at maintaining the peace.

The final division was the Shinjuku Division. They seemed the most mysterious out of all the divisions so far. It was led by the miracle Doctor, who’s name had never really been publicly known. From his background, he studied all sorts of medicines in college, then went to help with the war relief. During that time, he must have picked up quite a number of skills, because when he returned to Japan, he opened up his very own hospital with the number one outcomes. Assisting him in both the team and in the hospital was the head nurse Suigin. Kirika remembered her fondly as someone she wanted to recruit for Chuuoku. The offer was turned down, though, since Suigin really liked her current position. And it was no wonder. Working closely with the miracle Doctor must have been very rewarding.

Their third member was a younger woman named Benibara. “She’s one of the Doctor’s patients,” Kirika stated out loud. Was that... ethically allowed? She wouldn’t question it since she didn’t understand privacy laws for hospitals, but something about reading that felt wrong. Apparently, her random outbursts made her strong on the microphone. She was definitely the wild card of the group. Secretly, Kirika wondered if this strong team would have the strongest raps. They were definitely sitting in top contestant, for her. Not that she was about to play favorites.

Overall, the first Division Rap Battle was looking to turn out quite interesting, with quite a colorful cast of characters. Kirika wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but she did hope to find some strong mic users. After all, while the Division Rap Battle was all fun and games, she really needed to find someone to fulfill her ultimate purpose: to get someone able to use the True Hypnosis Microphone. But until a time like that came, for now, she would just enjoy the peace that Chuuoku had brought to Japan.

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Could I ask for a crossover with zombieland saga? Like, Rokkaku bringing back the escorts as zombies to preform as idols.

“You’ll all become zombie idols and save the Underworld Capital!!” I’ve waited for this prompt to arrive my whole writing fanfiction life. -Admin Hirahara

“So, to recap, you’ll all be doing a flash mob in front of Karatsu Station, so make sure you get your choreography together by then!” While the instructions Rokkaku was giving were very clear, for Kirishima, it was still confusing to wrap his head around the situation that he and his fellow idols were all zombies, brought back with the purpose of ‘saving Saga’. Whatever that meant. In fact, it only felt like a few days ago that he learned he was hit by a truck on his way to an audition and suddenly brought back years later. But he wasn’t someone to linger too much on things he couldn’t change, and it did sound like Rokkaku was going on about something very important.

“Why are we having a flash mob again?” Kinoshita asked with his hand raised. Although Kinoshita was the oldest (read: dead longest) of the zombies, he adapted to modern day concepts pretty easily. And he always brought up very important questions that could be overlooked.

“Like I said, it’s to promote you all upon your debut.” Rokkaku clarified, although his answer still had a lot of holes. That was one of Rokkaku’s downfalls, in Kirishima’s opinion. He never really explained anything thoroughly and left everyone confused.

“How do we promote ourselves if we don’t even have a group name?” Tagami asked sarcastically. 

“You know, that’s a good point,” Rokkaku admitted. “Alright, just make sure to come up with a group name before your flash mob appearance, and we shouldn’t have any problems.”

“Aren’t you going to help, Rokkaku?” Tanizaki asked, also with his hand raised. Rokkaku just shook his head. Apparently, he had a lot of equipment management that he needed to do in order to prepare for this “spontaneous” event. It sounded kind of tough, and honestly Kirishima was just glad that he didn’t have to help with something he didn’t know anything about. Technology could really change in 10 years.

So with that, the zombie idols found themselves in the dance hall, not practicing any routine, but sitting in a circle in deep thought. Coming up with a name really wasn’t an easy task. A lot of them didn’t really have any experience with this kind of thing.

“Hey, Saeki,” Kinoshita perked up, “you were in an idol group before this. What was the name of that group?”

“You mean Iron Frill?” Saeki asked, looking a bit sour. “We were at a big company, so we didn’t have to worry about picking our own name.” Unfortunately, the seven zombies didn’t think Rokkaku was going to offer much help there.

“So then! It should fall on the leader to come up with a name!” Hirahara immediately chipped in, standing up. “And I’m gonna be the leader!” Surprisingly, no one objected. Maybe because everyone was still in the mindset that this whole ‘zombie idols to save Saga’ wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“Alright, then, Number 2,” Kirishima chimed in, “what should our group name be?”

“I have no idea!” Hirahara proclaimed proudly. “I wasn’t thinking about it at all! I just want to be first!” Ironic, considering his member name.

“U-um...” Matsumoto finally chimed in, probably overcoming his nerves. “Shouldn’t we come up with a name that really represents ourselves?” He certainly had a point, there. But what exactly could represent a group of zombie idols?

“Something like the ‘Idols from Hell’?” Tagami offered, though no one was sure if he was kidding or not. That seemed a bit on the nose, considering everyone was a zombie and all.

“I think that might scare people away,” Kinoshita chuckled. “But I like where you’re going with that.” Hirahara must have agreed, because he was already getting out the marker to write the idea down. Granted, however, he wrote it wrong.

“Hirahara, you can’t just write ‘goku’ in hiragana if you don’t know how to write it,” Saeki scolded. He started erasing the letters from the board, only to stop. “Hm... ‘goku’... It kind of has a nice ring to it, though.”

“Doesn’t it?” Hirahara exclaimed proudly, as if it was his idea. “Yeah! Let’s use that!”

“Just ‘goku’ sounds kind of lame,” Tanizaki finally added. He’d been sitting most of the conversation out, but now it finally seemed like he was willing to offer some help. “Maybe it should be ‘goku’-something.” He was clearly deep in thought by the way his eyebrows knitted and his eyes closed. When his eyes did shoot open, he looked like he had a great idea. “Our outfits during the first performance we did looked kind of like soldier uniforms, right? So how about that: ‘sotsu’. Gokusotsu.”

“That does sound pretty cool,” Kirishima admitted. The look on everyone else’s faces seemed to agree. Hirahara was quick to write it all out, proudly looking at his handiwork.

“It looks pretty good,” Saeki agreed. “So then, it’s settled. We’ll be Gokusotsu from now on.” The positive energy was light, that is, until Tagami brought up an important point.

“So how exactly does this flash mob save Saga again?” No one had an answer to that. In fact, if they thought too hard about the whole situation, a lot of things didn’t actually make sense. But... maybe it was best not to ask for now, because Tagami’s follow up question seemed way more pressing. “So besides Saeki, do any of you actually know how to dance?”