Yatagarasu

YATA MISAKI - Vanguard member for HOMRA. Don't touch my bat. Homra and Mikoto-san are everything. Independent RP Blog [Tracking tag: yatagraphy]

[renjilogic]

“Scorch ‘em”

[knavex-archived-blog]

Reblog if your muse is a virgin.

[homrafighter]

Her expression continued to twist into an ill-tempered scowl, glaring at the redhead up at him as she waited for his retort. Eyes widened when he spoke again, immediately ready to lash back. "I never fuckin’ said —" Words cut off as he took her wrist, prying her hand from his collar. Golden irises looked down at his hand in time to see his own Aura come to life in his hand. The scowl wavered as she winced at the heat against her skin.

"Aga—" It didn’t hurt beyond mild discomfort…yet. However, if he allowed it to burn any more intensely that circumstance would change. "I’m not…wasting it!" Takehiko grit her teeth angrily and curled her hand into a fist tightly against his grip, able to feel her own tendons move as she tensed. "I never said HOMRA was a charity, either!"

The traceuse rolled her shoulders, gaze falling to the side after he’d finished talking. "Just like you must be nothing, too, without HOMRA’s fire?" she shot back, not yet meeting his gaze. "It goes for everyone, right?! We all got power from Mikoto-san! Don’t try to say I’m nothing without the fire becuase it’s the same for you!"

Being called ‘nothing’ was too close to being labelled as a disappointment - something she quickly learned she never wanted to be called again.

Her jaw tensed, eyes closing briefly as she made one last - though admittedly feeble - attempt to control the temper he’d managed to spike fairly rapidly. She knew that if she moved, he would undoubtedly retaliate. However, Yata’s reaction was something the traceuse was willing to face head-on. He wouldn’t get away with shoving her to the same level - at least in her mind - as being a ‘disappointment’.

I will never be nothing.

Eyes opened and she shifted her weight forward wordlessly, leaning slightly to the side to throw her shoulder into his chest as she brought her leg upward in a powerful sweep, landing her knee straight into his crotch.

[yatagraphy]

He felt his body jerk to the side as Takehiko leaned their weight into him, and when the clansman kicked their knee directly into his groin, his eyes widened in surprise. Yata was, to say the least, not expecting a hit in the nuts and was wide open for it. He crumpled immediately with a pained groan, but not before reaching his hand and pushing them away with a firm shove to the chest, knocking them into the nearest bar stool. 

Yata, still wincing in pain, cupped himself as he turned away from the other member. "Keh..." He made an annoyed grunt and hunched his shoulders, tossing the rag off the counter and in their general direction. What a sensitive jerk they turned out to be.  

"Our power does come from Mikoto-san, but your words will mean more when you've actually used it, asshole. Right now they mean nothing. They're just that. Empty, meaningless words." 

We are Homra.

Homra is everything. 

He waved a hand at them dismissively, limping somewhat as he walked with a bowlegged gait past the bar and into the kitchen. Yata contemplated cleaning the dishes from when he made tamagoyaki earlier and then snorted. Fuck that. He wasn't cleaning unless he had to. Besides, Kamamoto would definitely clean them if he just left the dishes there. He sighed and thought to himself, might as well just go home and sleep. 

[lowaharts]

holiday hat Yataaaaa hahahha;alkf;alkfafk ibetsomeonedidthisalready hahah BUTI’VEHADTHISIDEAFORWEEKSSHUDDUP

sorry i’m delirious from working on finals—

[aeviternax-deactivated20140223]

There was a certain apprehension tainting his companion’s ambiance; further doubt was instilled pertaining to his vehement denials of fear. Muttered curses failed to evade the swordsman’s vigilance, and squinting he regarded the other while conveying incredulity.

     ”Sure you’re calm,” he growled in skepticism, directing his gaze towards the dilapidated building as if attempting to discern the source of such disquietude. The vague shadows shifting behind boarded windows and ominous muted racket emitted from behind the walls on the verge of collapse were rather menacing, but there was no need to grip armaments so rigidly. Yata’s whitened knuckles were noted with a tinge of amusement. On edge, are we?

The command to climb the fence garnered a deprecating glare, followed by a lash of his toe into the fence, producing a clattering as he deftly scaled the barrier and descended agilely onto foreign ground. Upon arrival, another flower was aimed at the one on the other side.

     ”Scared?" A taunt in his attempt to coerce Yata, before he strode across the deserted territory, irises scanning in suspicion, akin to the actions of a detective. An intriguing compound, to be sure, but his movements were cautious despite his precedent claims: there is nothing to investigate. “Isn’t anything here.” Another comment in vague reassurance.

[yatagraphy]

Yata bit his lip, turning his head sharply to glare at Kuroh. What the hell did he just say to him? "I'm not fucking scared! Who's scared? Didn't I just tell ya how calm I was? You're not listening to the words out of my mouth Black Dog..!"

He took a few steps closer to the shadowy entrance of the abandoned factory and pushed the door open with his baseball bat. The door creaked free slowly and slammed against the far wall, echoing throughout the building. Misaki's shoulders twitched at the noise and he turned to Kuroh with a half-hearted shrug in mute apology. It's not like they were trying to be stealthy or anything. At least he didn't think they were. Well, too late for that now. 

Glancing up at the floors above before taking an additional step forward he shot his eyes around the murky interior. He could sense the silver clansmans' palatable skepticism, so he pointed to the graffiti on the wall just inside the doorway. The building had been empty for a long time but the most recent tagging were these these circles with an 'x' through it like [Ⓧ]. Yata had no idea what it meant but it kept popping up everytime this strain appeared. It wasn't apparent if the strain was writing the symbol or if people were writing the symbol to warn people about it. 

"You did say...that you were going in first, right?" He prompted from the doorway. 

[askhomra-blog]

[yatagraphy]

腐向Ｋ】猿美まんが詰め

[yatagraphy]

T R O U B L E M A K E R || Middle School AU

Yata scowled, shoving Saruhiko away in the chair next to him with his elbow. He made a face as he jabbed harder with his arm. He hoped it caused any discomfort for his friend, digging at his bony ribs through their school uniform. They were sitting outside the principal's office for the third time this week. Today Misaki had yelled at a student in class, and then been rude to the teacher. One thing led to another and then here they were. He rolled his eyes and glanced over at his friend with in annoyance. 

"This is all your fault, y'know," He said. "I wanted to ditch today. We could be at my house playing video games."

[inboxideas]

Angrily text my character. See how they answer you.

[kirisaki--carnival-deactivated2]

Oh my, what a peculiar place - a filthy and disgusting jungle to say the least. Simpletons walked free, going about their annoying business swinging bats and getting all haughty over one meaningless blood bag, now this. Luck obviously wasn’t the vampire’s companion for this evening. A vampire hunter… Kanato knew of such meddlesome idiots who dedicated their wasted lives to a pointless cause as systematic eradication of his race. Such violence and hatred, yet they dared to call them monsters. Ridiculous.

Operating alone had always been a preferred option for the boy, but the speed of arrows and how they dug themselves loudly into the wall much too close for comfort, made him rethink that option. The midget appeared to be…well, a little more than useless but in typically primitive fashion almost too eager to slam that bat into something. Now was his chance. “I’m hungry,” he spoke flatly and glanced over the boy knowingly, a small smile playing on his lips “you look like you could use a meal as well.” There was no reason for them to run, they were the victims here, suffered a rude attack while quietly conversing in the street; whatever was to happen, it would be most unfair to say it was anything but legitimate self-defense.

They could drain him, wasting food was such a horrid thing, then set him on fire and dispose of the ashes. No one would know. A splendid plan indeed. “I hate getting myself dirty, Teddy too, but I guess it can’t be helped” almost instantly he teleported behind the hunter. Why did everyone have to be so annoyingly tall? “Hit him over the head,” gravelly tones left his throat as his fingers wrapped themselves around the person’s neck in the attempt to keep him relatively still. What a wonderful chance to meet people and form new friendships…they would even share a meal. Adorable.

[yatagraphy]

Yata grunted in agreement after a moment. He did not like this strange doll-holding vampire but he hated the blue clan even more. They were vampires who hunted other vampires like it was some sort of divine cause. Tch. He knew better. There was no just cause except Homra and everything else was a fallacy. Killing one of their members would be no hardship at all. It would be a pleasure, of course.

He ducked as more arrows flew overhead and he quickly conceded to join the stranger in a simple and temporary truce. At least while they were facing common enemies. Maybe after this skirmish was over he could find out what the outsider was doing in Shizume City. 

Misaki pressed with foot on the back of his skateboard, imbuing some aura into the action so he shot forward quickly. He canted to the side and dodged another arrow, coming up along side the hunter. A few sparks kicked up out of the wheels under his board as he stopped short and swung the bat at his head with a dull clank, knocking the glasses off the clansman's face in the process. 

"He's out..." He said, rolling over the glasses and cracking them under his skateboard, feeling childish. Yata would not feel sorry for this faceless blue clan member. He didn't even know him. The hunter had just tried to kill him, for fuck's sake. 

[lightborn-shadow]

She glared at him before kicking him in the leg, “lower your voice, dumb ass. I don’t know what a strain is because I have no clue what the hell you are talking about. You’re part of some form of… “clan” do you mean gang?” she pronounces the word for “clan” oddly, annunciating as if it was a new word for her. “You know I’m not from japan, I only have the smallest idea what the hell’s ‘round here”. She wasn’t going to be all nice to him, especially since he didn’t seem to be a nice guy, at the moment anyway. “so, kind sir, if you would be so sweet as to tell me what the fuck you are talking about. I will stop being so “stupid”” she growls, clearly having a sarcastic tone for that sentence. They weren’t going to get shit done until this guy calmed the fuck don and trusted her, but it clearly wasn’t going to be easy.

Suddenly she felt awkward, like being watched… and she glanced up. Once was above them preparing to kill them, but watching their argument. Without thinking to much she shoves the man away from the thing and throws a knife at it, hitting it in the shoulder. “get that bat ready or you’re just another victim, … Yata”

[yatagraphy]

He just stared at her for a moment, still flustered now vaguely aggravated by her flow of questions and unusual dialect. Yata had been about to reply to a few of her questions and ask her what she meant about not being from Japan when the strain appeared out of the darkness. Kusanagi-san had not been wrong about the black eyes. Which was pretty creepy. No, really creepy. He did not let out a yelp. And if he did it was in a totally manly way. Because they were in a dark, abandoned warehouse. 

"Shit!" He yelled pointing at the strain with his bat, lighting it up with aura, "What the fuck are you?" 

Misaki thought it was a completely understandable question under the situation. He is interrogating the suspect. That's exactly what he'll say if he tells anyone this story if he survives. He is also pushing the girl back towards the window and away. Because that knife she threw at the strain did not seem to have much of an effect. 

[effortlessxshikamaru-deactivate]

I had finally gotten my own dorm after complaining to the head of dorm management. I seriously didn’t want anyone in my room. What for? I was so happy by myself. Nobody was ever bugging me or making noise. I slept a lot and I never enjoyed another person making noise. I huffed as I heard the head management telling me I had to share my dorm with exchanged student. -“But why” I said out loud in a whisper. I was so petrified of what type of person I was going to end up with. It had already been the middle of the semester and I was still trying to adjust with Yata, I couldn’t really recall his name after the recent incident. Oh yeah he tried to burn my pillow WHEN I WAS SPLEEPING!!!!! If it weren’t for my keen sense of smell he would burnt my hair. As I leaped out I cursed him out and was furious.

"Is that your plain excuse Yata?." A bit aggravated "It was a new pillow." I couldn’t lose my temper with him not for something so stupid. "As long as you buy me a new pillow everything should be fine."

[yatagraphy]

"I actually don't have any money to buy you another pillow...I'm totally fucking broke." Yata waved a hand at his excuse and shrugged looking completely unrepentant, "I'm a college student, Shikamaru. I skateboard to class because I can't afford the bus."

He didn't add that he also really liked skateboarding but he really didn't have any money. Misaki was barely eating and affording the books at college. He should get a job but he knew he'd never be able to maintain grades if he did that. He just wasn't that good of a student to do all of that. 

"I'm sorry about your pillow...but you really pissed me off. You keep leaving your shit all over your side of the dorm room...but it's a mess and it migrates, dude. I stepped on a chess piece last week in the dark! It really hurt!" 

[hisloyalblackdog-deactivated201]

A walk around the city was what Kuroh wanted. Maybe keep an eye on the current movements from those who wanted to capture Shiro, if not kill him on the act. He knew he had to be careful and avoid the blue and red clansmen, but it was hard when they had a picture of your face and were looking for you. The most reasonable thing to do was to merge with the crowd and wish to not be noticed.

Everything was going great, until a pair of eyes set on his own. That cocky smile made him cringe. Once the red light turned to green, there would be nothing that would stop the other from him and start a fight.

'So predictable,' Kuroh thought.

As said, he saw Yata ride his skateboard and approach him, his bat in hand and a fierce look on his face. That was not what he needed or wanted right now, but if he had to fight him to protect Shiro…He had no choice.

[yatagraphy]

Yata was searching for Yashiro Isana but he'd been told not to fight with Kuroh Inu by Kusanagi-san. It wouldn't hurt just to talk to the guy, would it, he thought to himself as he sped up on his skateboard and curved around the corner, following him into a deserted alley.

It seemed like the silver clansman was trying to get away from him and didn't want to speak to him. Which was just weird because - he was a pleasant fucking guy to talk to! Misaki gripped his baseball bat harder and scowled. How dare he try to run away when he just wanted to chat and maybe threaten him a little tiny bit into telling him some stuff. It wasn't like he was going to be mean about it. 

"Oi!" He shouted speeding closer, "Where the fuck are you going! Let's be civil about this-!" 

[yatagraphy]

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Munakata fumbles on his PDA as he waited. Playing games as he does, sitting comfortably on his position while the vanguard cooks the ordered food, hearing the almost loud but soothing sound of cooking from the other side of the counter. The sound, almost made him want to check it out and watch how it’s made and the smell, quite inviting. His stomach agrees with his mind and his hunger arises.

Finally, after the small but quite long wait, the order came and set down. As the food was served in front, he smiles, taking away his PDA, looking at the steaming bowl of delicious ramen. Bowing slightly in gratitude, he takes the chopsticks and clapping one time, “Itadakimasu” then after a while he eats.

Food cannot wait, therefore ignoring the young teen’s question at first, eating in neat fashion like one of those seen in high class places, silent and careful not to be messy.

…after eating a few, he answers right then, “I have to say, you make one tasty and delicious looking ramen, Yatagarasu-kun.”…first complimenting the chef’s cooking skills, then continues,

“Anything out of random would be lovely as fairly as any topic would do. You may pick a subject of your liking, whatever comes out from your mind.” He said, eating another handful scoop of noodles.

“How about talking on how you are doing, perhaps could be a start?”

[yatagraphy]

Yata scowled into his ramen before muttering darkly, "Itadakimasu." I know about manners, he thought with a scoff. Just because I'm Homra doesn't mean I don't know anything. 

He poked his chopsticks into the rapidly cooling noodles, stirred a few times and began eating. Tucking his head over the food, he didn't look over at the other man for a few minutes. Misaki rolled his eyes before casting a suspicious side eye glance in his direction between the last few bites. Did the King really expect him to just talk about the weather or some shit? 

"What do you want me to say? Mikoto-san is dead. Totsuka-san is dead. Nothing will ever be right with that. Now Kusanagi-san is drinking and people come by the bar less and less." He sighed, finishing his ramen, tossing the empty container into the trash, and then looked around himself, "But I'm Homra. I have bills to pay. Y'know...the restaurant closed at two am. I'm fucking tired and I've been awake for twenty hours. Life goes on, right?" 

He jumped off the counter and glared at the older man. Did he really want to discus banalities after everything that had happened? Yata couldn't understand someone like that. Everything in the past weighed him down, making it impossible to see past. This was Saruhiko's boss; he'd left Homra to serve him. 

"Nope. It doesn't. We're the ones left behind and it sucks. Sometimes I'm standing still and I'm on fire and drowning at the same time. How is that possible? I miss my friends and who the hell are you to come in here and disturb me? Is that what you wanna talk about? Or the weather? It's snowing outside. Why don't you go home so I can get some sleep." 

[yatagraphy]

A S H & S M O K E

Yata had no idea what to expect when he applied for the exchange student program but when he showed up in his room at Konoha University, but it wasn't this guy. It's not that he had a problem with the guy exactly, because he was pretty laid back. He likes naps as much as the next person. However, he didn't have to get so offended when he set his pillow on fire. Shit, it was just an honest mistake, geez. Now that he looks back on it, the pillow was the start to it all..and really, he probably should've apologized. 

"Seriously, Shikamaru...I did you a favor, it was an ugly pillow anyways...! It had drool on it.."

[yatagraphy]

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