the vanguard

No blood, no bone, no ash. APT: S-3

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aND DON'T SAY BLOW JOBS BECAUSE NEKU IS A TOTAL PUSHOVER TRUST ME I'D KNOW

"WHAT?!?"

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I got Neku to strip for me what have you done

..."What."

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yata and neku are going to get places in citta this is my genuine headcanon for the gingers

(IM DYING!!!! GOOD)

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headcanon: Yata's love life is nonexistant. He prefers to spend the day with a great place to grind and a a bag of spicy cheetos.

it's like you know him!!

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headcanon: music, time

music

misaki is very eclectic when it comes to his taste in music. if you'd ask him what his favorite kind was right now, he'd tell you the kind that totsuka-san used to play (primarily acoustic, folk music). when skateboarding, he likes listening to catchy things like rap and hip hop, even some electronica or pop depending on the song. he likes older rock music, too. basically anything that makes him feel good; whether it be relaxed or pumped up.

time

sometimes misaki wishes he could rewind the clock to before he joined homra. even though he's dedicated his entire being to homra, times were simpler before he pledged his loyalty to the clan. he had his best friend. no one he loved was dead.

he only thinks like this when he's feeling particularly depressed.

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district six? he recalls it clearly now- the murals, the back alleys and graffiti really did feel like home. “yeah man, no place like home. i’ll probably be there admiring all the graffiti.” one day he would tag like his favorite artists but for now, he was nothing more than an enthusiast.

he took the time in between their conversation to dart into his room, opening the closet for the first time to see- viola! white shirts and khaki shorts. whatever, they would have to do for now. he took the back to where yata was and handed him the clothes.

“uh, you got something i could dry these with? i’d feel fucking weird if i was sitting in your apartment all shirtless and shit.”

“i think the laundry is a few floors down although…”

he recalls that it was closed due to some mechanical problem. the whole floor could be flooded and the last thing he wanted was to get his feet wet. “we made hell of a journey up here, we could just crank up the heater and have our clothes dry the old fashioned way.”

neku lays out his clothes near the air vent and turned the heater on a bit, unbothered by the heat since it was rather chilly outside. he turned back around to slip into the clothes that he found and was surprised by how comfortable they were. these scientists weren’t all too bad. with the silence back, neku laid down on the carpeted floor of the living room, staring up at the ceiling.

“hey yata,” he called out suddenly. “what are your powers exactly? you were glowing red, like straight out of a manga or something.” 

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"huh, so you're into all that street art stuff?" misaki asked, taking the dry clothes neku handed to him. 

he wondered if neku did graffiti himself. that would be pretty cool. misaki saw a lot of that around shizume city, but he wasn't too artsy himself. he draped the towel over his head, fiddling with the clothes in his hand as neku spoke and got dressed.

“we made hell of a journey up here, we could just crank up the heater and have our clothes dry the old fashioned way.”

"yeah. i'm pretty exhausted from that whole bar shit fest," he replied, a sigh escaping him.

it had been much too long since he fought or used his aura. when he first got to hive city, it was so fucking hard for him to not use it. now that he'd been here for a while, though, misaki guessed he sort of... got used to not using it much? it sucked, though. he missed his old life and he wanted it back. aside from hanging out with neku like this, and meeting some cool people like may, he was really fucking lonely -- especially without his clansmen and king around.

“what are your powers exactly? you were glowing red, like straight out of a manga or something.” 

"a manga?"

did he look ridiculous or something?!

"uh, well, it's called my aura. it was given to me when i joined my clan from back home. homra, howling flame. that's what we're called."

he absolutely refused to refer to homra as something past tense. misaki would always be homra. it would live on forever within his heart and soul.

"basically it's a sort of power that lets me burn shit. no blood, no bone, no ash left be hind," he continued, a small and prideful smirk appearing on his face. "it's destructive and can incinerate anything."

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Oh my. [open yea]

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Wisps of Kaworu’s hair shiver as he laughs breathily, bringing the back of his wrist up to cover his mouth in a motion that can not be described as anything but ladylike. The corners of his smile still show in his eyes as he sits up and turns to Yata.

As he lowers his hand so that his fore arm rests half way across his knee, Kaworu gradually works the crumbs of cement and grit from the soft skin of his palms by rubbing his thumb across the meat of his life line.

“I’m just saying what I think.” Blinking, the albino darts his eyes downward for a brief moment. I literally just realised my character’s fuckin’ dead. Fuck. He coaxes a breath out from the pit of his lungs and rubs just below the nape of his neck, the collar of his flannel rumpling.

“Yata,” Kaworu’s palm rests over the side of his neck. “what was your life like?”

What was your life like. Before you died. Like me. Because this must be where dead people, like me, go.

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Misaki observed Kaworu curiously. Something seemed off about the light haired male and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The way he moved and touched and looked at the simplest things like dirt on the street made Misaki feel like he was... new to life or something. Was that a weird thing to think? The redhead just couldn't seem to recall the last time he saw someone display the same sort of slow, graceful, intricate behavior.

That other-wordly wisdom of his was odd, too; but not in a bad way -- in a refreshing way. The things Kaworu had said to him only moments ago were things Misaki had never heard; not even from Totsuka or Mikoto. He felt even dumber than usual; but also like he could learn a lot. 

Misaki leaned forward, pushing his hand up under his beanie. He scratched idly at his forehead, looking at Kaworu in surprise, yet again, at his obscure question.

"My life?"

Did he really care to know? Usually people were selfish, only thinking about themselves and their own goings on. 

"Uh, well... Before I got dumped here I was in a clan called Homra. A lot of people just thought of us as a mangy fucking street gang but we were a hell of a lot more than that," Misaki told him. "Homra was my life -- my pride."

He suddenly felt himself getting choked up and swallowed hard. The death of Mikoto was devastating and, if this city wasn't a convenient distraction, Misaki had no idea where he'd be or what he'd be doing to try an alleviate the pain he felt. Letting himself break down in front of a complete stranger was out of the question, though.

Clearing his throat, he turned to look at Kaworu again.

"What was your life like?"

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rain? he didn’t even notice until the other mentioned it, looking up as the rain started to increase the pour. the awning they stood under was shallow but where neku stood, he couldn’t feel it until just now. he nodded in agreement. “yeah, let’s go. this way.”

the rain is steady now and even though his place was probably closer (since he still didn’t know where yata stayed) they still got soaked by the time neku made it into his housing unit. it was pretty high up but the elevator would take them straight to his place. he opened the door and let them both in.

“i haven’t seen my roommates in a while so make yourself at home i guess.” 

what was up with the rain? it felt like the sea was falling from the sky because it seemed impossible to get this soaked in so little time. did the scientists control the weather? even if they did, why would they make it rain so much… ugh. 

“not only does this city suck but the weather here is shit too.” japan wasn’t nearly this bad unless it was typhoon season. he went into the bathroom and grabbed them both towels, handing yata one before letting his rest on the chair for a second.

he turned his back to the other and removed his shirt, replacing the towel with his shirt and drying himself off. neku didn’t feel self conscious— after all, they were both two guys. his main concern was making sure they didn’t catch a cold or to snoop around the area to see if he could get them some spare clothes. 

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when did it go from drizzling to fucking pouring? misaki was soaked to the bone by the time he and neku made it back to the apartment complex. fuck that. he hoped neku had some spare clothes or a dryer he could dry his own in. it was like, he finally thought he wouldn't be able to feel any more uncomfortable than he already did. now everything was drenched and freezing and clinging to him. thanks a lot, kamisama.

while in the elevator, misaki took it upon himself to remove his beanie and wring it out onto the floor. he then stuffed it in his pocket and followed neku out into the hallway, an awkward silence still looming over the two. 

thankfully, the other redhead broke it. misaki wouldn't have known what to say aside from muttering 'thanks' when he was let in to the significantly warmer and dryer apartment. he took off his sneakers and socks immediately; the dry air and carpet beneath his bare feet caused a small sigh of relief to escape him.

“not only does this city suck but the weather here is shit too.”

"district six isn't too bad," misaki replied, immediately recalling that they'd met there. 

he prayed neku didn't tie in that fact. it's not like meeting him gave misaki some fucking fond memory of the sixth district or anything. it was just the least shitty of the districts! that's fucking it, alright?!

clearing his throat, he added, "it sorta reminds me of home."

misaki sighed and draped the towel over his face, scrubbing it dry for a moment. he then tossed it onto an idle chair, glancing over neku quickly. for being a bit taller than he was, neku's body was somehow... slimmer? smaller? scrawnier... yeah. it looked kinda soft and shiny all wet like th --

WHAT THE FUCK? OH, HELL NO. HELL TO THE NO. NO. N-O. NOOOOOOOPE.

he turned around immediately, his facial expression horrified (with himself) and his cheeks bright ass red. there was No Fucking Way that thought even crossed his mind. maybe he hit his head during that bar fight or some shit -- or maybe that fucking doctor was pulling some voodoo Ha Ha You're A Giant Homo magic on him. 

shaking it off, misaki untied the sweatshirt from around his waist and threw it to accompany the towel on the chair. he then pulled his white pullover off, briefly wondering why the hell he wore so many shirts. including his black tank top, that was three goddamn shirts. it's not like they'd prove useful if it rained or anything because, haha, they all got wet. 

once his last layer was removed, he turned to neku.

"uh, you got something i could dry these with? i'd feel fucking weird if i was sitting in your apartment all shirtless and shit."

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“it’s not a big deal. these are inexpensive and you said you would make me some curry right?” he chuckles, soothing away the uneasy air between them. at least he tries to anyway. still, it would come back and the two of them sat in silence. when he felt the other was looking, he pretended not to notice, turning to look only when he felt he was safe. 

being a little disoriented about space and time however, neku ended up getting a little too close again, this time unintentionally. 

“uh-” he stood up suddenly, scratching the back of his head. what was up with him? he didn’t even think about the kiss, didn’t think it was anything worth bringing up. he was still preoccupied with the fight after all. “sorry. anyway, where…do you live around here? i could walk you back there if you want. actually, my place is closer but-“

he sighed, cutting himself off and crossed his arms. “careful with the ice. don’t want to keep it there for too long or your face will get numb.” 

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misaki nodded, remembering his offer to cook for neku. that wasn't totally fucking queer of him, was it? he didn't understand why he suddenly cared so much about what sexuality his actions made him seem like. in fact, sexuality was usually the last thing on misaki's mind. he knew he liked girls because, well, he couldn't talk to one without blushing and stuttering like a fucking fool. part of him always wondered about guys... a small, smaaaaall part of him. he was more comfortable around them and there was saru who...

never fucking mind that bastard. misaki had to shake this shit off and he knew it. this was getting way out of hand; especially concerning a guy he met like a week ago.

sorry. anyway, where…do you live around here? i could walk you back there if you want. actually, my place is closer but-“

neku speaking, thankfully, knocked him from his train of thought.

“careful with the ice. don’t want to keep it there for too long or your face will get numb.”

the redhead stood up, removing the ice pack from his mouth as per neku's instructions. glancing up at the sky, misaki frowned. it had gotten cloudy since they left the bar and --

"ah," he breathed, a few droplets of water falling onto his face.

"i guess we should head to your place if it's closest. especially since it's starting to rain, huh?"

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ha ha ha. [open/intro]

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May kept quiet, head tilted down and still looking up at him through her eyelashes. It was finally clicking with her. Well, sort of. She was starting to realize that he wasn’t exactly comfortable around girls. If she tried acting like a boy, would it make being friends with him easier? No, she’d probably just come off as stupid.

“Yep… The suckiest.”

Her smile brightened. Okay, this was good if they just moved on over the little blurp then everything would be good. She didn’t want to brag or anything, but blocking things out was one of her specialties, so May knew that if they kept talking it would work.

She returned her eyes back to the menu and skimmed over the meals one more time, only glancing up when he spoke up again. She looked at what he had pointed out on her own menu, and her mouth watered.

“O-oh… that looks really good…” she said. “I want it!”

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Not comfortable about girls was describing it lightly... Misaki had no idea where his anxiety toward them came from. Anytime he was around one, especially a particularly cute one like May, he became a total... fucking moron. He'd be beating himself up about his embarrassing behavior around her for the next decade.

It was relieving that she seemed to be moving on from it, though. The air seemed to be... significantly less tense.

Misaki grinned at her -- nervously, of course; but he managed.

"Me too," he replied, motioning for the waiter to come over. "Yo, we'll have two of this right here."

He ordered a couple of sodas for them as well. Turning back to May, he glanced at the Torchic-mon guy.

"Does he want anything? Or is he supposed to have special baby food or somethin'?"

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“…?”

he watched the other, this time paying close attention to how the other licked his—woah. what? he darted his eyes away and turned to walk ahead of him instead. well shit, that was unexpected. new? interesting? walking on ahead, he was glad that the other couldn’t see the look of irritation and embarrassment on his face.

“c’mon.” he leads the other off back into the busy streets, walking about a bit before arriving at a drug store, getting him an ice pack as well as some ointment before having them both sit on a bench just outside.

“here you go. i don’t really need anything, i’m doing alright.” neku places the little bottle and the pack into yata’s hands. 

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misaki was a little surprised when neku so eagerly began walking ahead of him. had he said or done something offensive? he followed behind him, keeping a bit of distance between them. there was a sort of weird tension in the air and he wondered if he was the only one who felt it.

he looked around the drug store, unfamiliar with it, as neku took it upon himself to buy misaki's first aid supplies.

"h-hey! you didn't have to do that-" he began, clearing his throat when his voice cracked uncomfortably. "i-i'll, uh, pay you back."

misaki slumped down on the bench next to neku; still keeping space in between the two of them. taking the ice pack and bottle of ointment, he leaned against the bench and pressed the ice to his lips. his eyes glanced over at neku every few seconds; but darted away as soon as he felt like he was starting to stare.

shit. why the hell did he feel so fucking weird? it probably had to do with the... thing... that happened... and the fact that he was curious as to what it would be like if it happened again. 

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he wasn’t doubtful that yata had powers. after seeing him beat the shit out of a few guys and glowing red, he thought the other was a demon or something. well, not necessarily a monster but having super strength or something like that. since coming here, he didn’t know what kind of people the scientists grouped together or what sort of story they had to say. now that he got to experience a different kind of power, he knew better than to try and get himself into a fight with people who had powers greater than his own and in this case, a fight with yata.

“listen, neku, i’m not a dumb kid. i could have easily tore those dicks back there to shreds,” misaki continued. “you’re not the only one with powers and shit.”

“sorry, i just didn’t want to see anyone get killed alright? things might be okay back there but i’m not going to find out.” he motioned towards yata, examining his lip and tried to recall if there was a drug store nearby.

“and sorry about your lip. c’mon, let’s go find something to heal it. if you leave it alone like this you’ll have a puffed up face all day.”  

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misaki took a deep breath, trying to cool down. he didn't want to lash out on neku; hell, he'd done enough to screw with their potential friendship. it wasn't neku's fault that misaki's clan was all but fallen apart completely, after all. it wasn't his fault that his king died. the vanguard just had... a shit ton of pent up aggression and anger.

“sorry, i just didn’t want to see anyone get killed alright? things might be okay back there but i’m not going to find out.”

he nodded, exhaling slowly.

"you're right, you're right," misaki admitted, secretly pretty glad that neku had a rational head on his shoulders. 

his eyes widened slightly as neku suddenly moved significantly closer to his face. his heart rate picked up and he swallowed hard. what the fuck was that nervous feeling? neku was only checking out his lip -- but shit, he was so close to him. it was... ugh.

"y-yeah..." he trailed off, licking his lip again.

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“yeah i know but we’re limited, at least i am. we wouldn’t have kept fighting and i can’t anymore. i would’ve gotten my ass handed around.” he says as calmly as possible, suddenly being brought back to the circumstances of his powers. he’s silent, clenching and unclenching his fist before handing the other his pins: a black player pin and the water element pin. they looked like any other pin you would stick onto your bag or beanie.

“this is where my power comes from. me myself well, i’m not all that strong. i can summon whatever powers are put into the pins and i used it to fight enemies back in my home. i got these pins when i played a game when i…” he paused, swallowing before stopping himself. 

neku takes back the pins, putting them into his pocket and stared into the palm of his hand. there wasn’t a timer and there weren’t reapers but he was expected to fight again so he could survive although this time, he was living.

“don’t get too reckless. you want to go home right? you make it out of this alive? then don’t fuck up and just start picking fights you know you can’t win.” he speaks lowly, trying to knock some sense into this guy. 

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misaki nodded, hearing neku out. his explanation was valid and intelligent and he admired that. neku kind of reminded him of saruhiko (the old saruhiko) based on the fact that he was rational and thought shit through. misaki was always hotheaded and impulsive, constantly getting into fights he knew he wouldn't win. he was confident that he could have taken out that entire bar, though.

the redhead looked down, taking the pins from neku curiously. he wondered how such tiny ass things could contain the power he saw back at the bar. it sounded like they came from two totally different worlds. was that even possible?

"damn. i've never heard of something like this," misaki said as neku took his pins back. "it looked pretty fucking cool, though."

“don’t get too reckless. you want to go home right? you make it out of this alive? then don’t fuck up and just start picking fights you know you can’t win.”

did he sense concern in neku's voice? 

"listen, neku, i'm not a dumb kid. i could have easily tore those dicks back there to shreds," misaki continued. "you're not the only one with powers and shit."

he licked his bloodied lip, a little pissed off. he needed that fight. he needed to burn shit down.

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the fighting only seemed to get worse as his companion dragged himself into the fight, throwing punches left and right, encouraging more people to join in and less people to break this whole thing up. he had to dodge every single one that was thrown at himself. he could punch back, yeah, but his fights were usually with monsters or masked dudes but even then his means of fighting were through his weapons, his pins. now that he was reduced to an elemental, water one (which could only defend him for two more chances until it would give out completely), and he wasn’t going to try and pick fights with these guys.

“hey yata! let’s get out of here instead!” he tried yelling to the other but no avail. the other was too into fighting. neku was blown to the ground and used the water again, blasting his attacker straight out of the bar. he got up, making his way through the sparring crowds to get to yata as quickly as he could. 

“we need to get out of here. now.” without much time to think about his actions, concerned for the well being of himself and his new friend, neku grabbed the other’s wrist, keeping him close as he summoned water again but this time to completely have the bartenders drenched in water, blown back by the sheer force and choking for air. he made a run for it towards the entrance, running as far as he could from the bar and away from anyone who might’ve chased after them.

after reaching a corner, he stopped to catch his breath, panting hard and looked down at his now useless pin. 

“you okay?” 

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it felt so good to finally unleash all the pent up aggression misaki had to contain since coming here. his red aura was flaring left and right and he completely forgot about the five minute time limit he had on his power. it didn't matter, though. he didn't give a shit. he just wanted to fuck some dickheads up real good.

time flew as he laid punches and kicks into a handful of drunken fuckers. that would teach them to throw a fucking chair at neku and himself -- talk about rude as hell! 

misaki's attention was distracted for a moment when neku used that weird ass water power again. what the hell- where did he come from?

"fuck!" 

that one moment was all it took for misaki to get punched in the mouth. he stumbled back, spitting blood onto the floor of the bar. aw, shit. that was gonna be a fat lip. he hardly ever got hit -- especially by a nobody like the beer-bellied piece of crap who landed the punch. he was rusty, letting his guard down like that.

as misaki lunged at him, ready to tear him apart, he felt someone grab his wrist, presumably neku, and drag him out of the bar.

"hey! what the hell, man! i was gonna kick the shit out of those pussies!" he yelled, once they were far away enough from the bar. "and what the fuck was all that water?!"

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neku’s finally able to relax a bit in front of the other, easing into a smile when the other mentions how good his cooking is. “curry huh? i’m not into spicy stuff but i don’t doubt man. think you can whip me up some day?” 

“besides, it’d be really fucking awkward if some drunk chick came up to us.”

he looks curiously at him. “huh, yeah i guess.” he looks around, trying to see any drunk women but they all seemed to be on the second floor of the bar. “i don’t think they’d come bother a couple of delinquents like us. and if anything, we’ll just have to become gentlemen and escort them home.” 

“yeah i—” he stopped, a loud argument ensuing on another side of the bar which had onlookers curious. two rather large men were starting to get even rowdier than usual and a fight brewed. shit, this wasn’t good. soon, other bar goers were joining in, throwing punches and swears. “—look out!” 

neku moved in front of yata, keeping him close, and pulled out his pin as a large wall of water protected them from a chair that was to be thrown in their direction. the wave of water washed over the bar goers, turning their attention to the orange haired duo. man, this wasn’t good. 

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"hell yeah i could!" misaki answered, his grin widening again. "i dunno if you could handle it, but hey, you're welcome to try!"

he suddenly felt a sort of calm feeling just talking to neku like this. the other redhead gave off a relaxing vibe and it made misaki feel like he could have a friend in him. it was really great not to feel so alone in this big ass city for once.

neku had a point about girls not being too into delinquents; though, to misaki, neku didn't look very much like a delinquent at all! he looked like a typical cool guy, a little quiet and withdrawn, but cool. the memory of that occasion flashed in his mind, reminding him of how cute neku looked right after... -- fuckin' no. misaki took a long sip of cola, trying to mask the slight blush that had appeared on his cheeks.

luckily, misaki also noticed the argument starting over on the other side of the bar. what perfect timing for a distraction, seriously. 

"holy shit-!" he yelled, a chair suddenly coming toward himself and neku.

before he could act, though, it seemed neku was a few steps ahead of him; a wall of water appearing before them, deflecting the chair; but soaking the people brawling.

misaki stood still, in shock, for a few seconds. he could only assume that neku was part of some kind of clan? how the hell else could he do something like that? the vanguard of homra didn't know of any clan that could manipulate water like that... just who the fuck was this kid?

he had to act. he couldn't let neku show him up or these dumbass drunkards kick the shit out of them.

"yo!" misaki yelled, standing up, fists clenched. "who the fuck throws a chair!?"

without a moment to spare, excitement and adrenaline rushing through his veins, he threw himself into the fight. he was waiting for the perfect moment to kick some ass, his lithe body maneuvering through the crowd before he slugged the culprit square in the jaw.