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( It's still chilly, even after winter break is over. Naturally, as it's still January and snow still flutters down some evenings, though in Tokyo it's hardly enough now for any of it to pile up. The chilly wind still nips at any inch of exposed skin and puffs of warm breath fade into the grey of the sky above; although they're both toasty from the hard workout they'd just had, it'll only be a matter of time before their temperatures go back to normal and start to feel the effect of the weather.
Still, it wasn't a weather either of them disliked. They weren't exactly in a hurry to scurry inside or anything. Drawing his knitted scarf higher to protect his nose from the cold, Shindou had turned to look up at the taller boy and asked if he didn't mind stopping by the market street, first, the one where they could get something warm to drink (and a warm treat to eat, for Shindou) and stay cozy while still enjoying the winter atmosphere.
That, and to spend some time with just the two of them.
Although it was winter break, Shindou Takuto could not go through the holiday season without being dragged to parties with his busy parents, and the holidays also came with a concert and recital. There was still practice during the break, too, and it was truly only when everything went back to the regular 'daily life' that they could find a stretch of time that went uninterrupted.
He smiles, his mouth hidden by the scarf but the expression obvious through how his eyes soften and narrow. )
["It'll be a date." he says so casually, warm brown eyes melting like chocolate as he looks up at him, breath masked by the thick scarf. In some ways, Shindou Takuto could make such statements seem so normal. You'd have never guessed that only a short time ago they weren't even on speaking terms. The warm tone made Ibuki almost forget the cold air, his own scarf adjusted a little looser around his neck to let the breeze make his neck hairs stand on end.
A puff of smoky air escapes as Ibuki chuckles, magenta eyes reflecting off of the streetlights that flickered on as darkness set in.]
We're really living the life--if our dates are just running errands.
[A joke, complete with a little bump to the smaller boy as he starts to walk--a slow pace that Shindou could easily catch up to. It was all in good jest, too, because if you asked him, he would've liked nothing more than to go on casual little outings like this. Living so far usually didn't give much time for 'hanging out', so you'd expect that when he visited their time together would be grandious things like one of Shindou's concerts or some Christmas party.
Going through the shopping district as the sun set, the scent of warm food floating through the air and the slightest hints of a flurry? Ibuki honestly couldn't have asked for anything better.]
C'mon, you said there were stands right? Let's live it up and get some food.
[And he'd do his damn hardest to pay for it, too. No way's he letting Shindou foot the bill on their date.]
[Shindou had mentioned something about a guest coming over from a northern prefecture and, well, there was honestly only one person who would visit Inazuma Town for Shindou specifically. Kirino isn't surprised when he walks into the Raimon soccer field for weekend practice and sees a large, white-haired boy sitting on the turf stretching. It was summer break, and Ibuki had taken advantage of a short break in Gassan Kunimitsu's practice schedule to join the ex-members of Inazuma Japan.
An athlete through and through, sure, to take his precious vacation and use it to play even more soccer. But also obsessed with Shindou, enough that he'd jump on the train right after school let out toward Tokyo. Not that Kirino was one to talk -- he considered himself very self-aware in that regard!
He didn't dislike him... and Kirino is polite and sociable, so he sits down on the grass a friendly distance away and straightens his legs out in front of him to start his own stretches too, taking just one of his (blue) earbuds out of his ear.]
[Kirino wasn't wrong. Pretty much the moment he found out about his vacation he'd packed and hopped on the train to Inazumacho. It was Ibuki's first time playing with Raimon outside of FFI V2, and he was excited to see his teammates again. Tenma's response to his text of him coming was nothing short of emoticons and stickers (one of himself, courtesy of Akane), and Tsurugi's was a short but sweet 'Looking forward to it.' Shinsuke threw a challenge at him, something along the line of 'I bet I can catch more shots than you'.
Shindou...well, he'd expressed his happiness, even if it came with a little tease of 'so soon?' But Ibuki wouldn't have had it any other way.
Practice went about as expected, people asking Ibuki all sorts of questions, Shinsuke practically bouncing around him before proceeding to do their stretches. Ibuki, who'd been just stretching his arms towards his toes, notices Kirino approaching. From what he'd found out, Kirino was a close friend of Shindou's, and had often texted alongside Shindou on the Inatter.
A pretty good guy, all things considered.]
Mmm. [A soft grunt, more just acknowledging Kirino's presence and an unspoken 'not much'.]
Can't wait to get back into that goalbox again.
[Sure, he'd been put there in practice matches, but...actual games? More often than not he was benched. A shocking blow to his pride, to say the least. But that's nothing he's going to voice out loud.]
I guess I can't wait to see you in that goalbox, then.
[An easy answer, casually but sincerely given, as Kirino bends his body forwards and stretches his arms toward his toes as well.]
Tenma and Shinsuke's told me plenty about you. You took multiple shots from Tsurugi and didn't let a point in? Color me impressed.
[Tsurugi was Raimon's prize player, after all. Every member was important valuable, true, but nobody could deny how decisive Tsurugi's speed and strength was, and a goalie who held his own against him was someone to take note of. Kirino flashes him a grin.]
If the ball gets past me and even gets to you, that is.
(apollo had been preparing this day for weeks, and everything was finally set up. there was a small, miniature cake for two on the table, balloons in various shades of purple in the living room, and a small, yet personalized bouquet of flowers on the table by the cake. surveying his work, apollo confidently nods and smiles at the scene before him. it wasn't much. but after dating klavier for months, apollo learned that klavier always preferred more lowkey events. something more special meant just for him, not just to be extravagant and over the top.
and of course apollo was going to supply that for klavier's birthday of all things.
but unfortunately, there's no rest for a prosecutor as important as klavier. and certainly not one as well respected. and though klavier seemed to be feeling despondent from being called into work on his birthday of all days, apollo was partially understanding. he'd done nothing so far to show he remembered it was klavier's birthday, instead planning a day long surprise date of activities he was sure klavier would love. it was slightly disappointing apollo wouldn't be able to do all he'd hoped for, but once he got the idea for a surprise dinner at home, he'd set to work straight away.
after texting klavier to ask what time he would be home, and that time being only a few minutes away, he stands by the table with a plate of warm food and a present for his boyfriend. with a bright smile on his face, and more excited energy than he knows what to do with as he waits for klavier to walk through the door.)
[To say that Klavier treated his birthday like any other day was almost too on the nose. To him, it truly was. While public knowledge of his birthday flooded his mailbox with letters and goodies--fans who had inside sources on when it was had certainly leaked it--it was just another day at the office, throwing up a Bwitter post thanking fans for remembering and appreciating every last one, while at the same time pouring himself over evidence. Edgeworth had mentioned something too--saying he could finish up the work for him and let him have the day to himself.
And while Klavier appreciated Edgeworth's concern most of all, he shook his head.
Maybe it was Kristoph who'd put the idea in his head. He'd never so much as gotten a call from him on his birthday, saying that the world doesn't stop just for one person (ironically enough, something he tried to argue when on the witness stand). But for as cold and harsh as the statement was, it was true. The world didn't stop, and he's sure he could invite Apollo out to a nice dinner after to celebrate.
He knew Apollo hadn't forgotten, just respected his wishes on going in to the office. He'd thank him later.]
Ja, I'm on my way home too, [he says, folder tucked under his arm. Blackquill had asked him (after a gruff 'happy birthday') to look over some facts for him, see if there was anything he was missing for his argument in court, and Klavier had happily obliged.] It shouldn't be any more than a few minutes.
[The call was short and sweet, and with a little skip in his step, he works his way to the elevator that led up to this lofty apartment. A night with just them...it wasn't the standard, 'perfect' birthday, but it was perfect enough for Klavier. Maybe he could talk Apollo into playing that horror game...
The key turns to open his apartment, Vongole of course right there to greet him with wagging tail and pittering paws...until the wafting scent of warm food hits his nose. Looking up immediately, Klavier's eyes rest on the table--food littered across it, a present tucked in the corner, and one plate resting in Apollo's hands as he waits there, expectantly.
He should have known, honestly. And those blue eyes practically melt as warmth creeps into them, a chuckle escaping his slightly parted lips.
Of course Apollo would have had something planned. Of course going to work would be the perfect distraction, as Apollo had hardly put up a fight to keep him from going.
Of course...he'd be this lucky to have him.]
Now what's this...? [He says teasingly, slowly setting the folder down on the coffee table and making his way over.]
(it had been some time since raimon managed to save okita from what history had in store for him, and it certainly hadn't been an easy task. there were a few bumps on the road, times where things may have gotten a little dicey, but they all managed to pull through and bring okita to their own time.
he'd spent most of his time in the hospital, doctors quickly working to cure his tuberculosis, and luckily not asking too many questions about. okita in general.
and midori was patient. well, patient as she could possibly be with one of her favorite historical figures existing in her time for a change. but she knew suddenly being so far in the future would be a complete culture shock, especially learning japan had in fact opened its borders. sure, okita seemed less opposed to it when they left him while trying to save soccer, but it still might as well be a completely new world to him.
so she chooses to start out small. a few period dramas she picked out to entertain him (though perhaps she shouldn't have chosen okita's own dramas), handmade rice balls to counter the no doubt bland hospital food he's stuck with.
after being guided to his hospital room, she politely knocks on the door before entering.) Okita-san?
[A completely new world was an understatement. After fighting tooth and nail to keep himself from being taken to the future (the only thing that convinced him was Tsurugi, honestly), he'd been too weak to fight it off completely, saying goodbye to the bakumatsu period and entering the future. A world of doctors who quickly diagnosed his tuberculosis and began treatment right away under Dr. Gouenji's orders.
Thankfully, they caught it before it was too late. Barely, but they'd done it.
And while Okita hated almost everything that had to do with this, he'd complied, and started to notice that every breath he took was one more in this world, new or old. He owed it to Tsurugi to keep fighting. Speaking of his breaths, they were longer, and he could feel air fill them more little by little.
He felt more alive....
Most of the days he sat in bed while his few visitors stopped by--mostly the kids from Raimon, a couple adults that claimed to be friends with Tsurugi...A lot of them wore very strange clothes--confined, straight, overly complex, western looking. Which he had to say his room felt like too. It wasn't anything like the room he was resting in back in his period...but he supposes that's more the future than anything.
He's currently inspecting his phone on his nightstand like it's some strange artifact when he hears the knock on the door, quickly placing it back (upside down) and returning to his bed.]
Who's there?
[His voice is sharp, edged...a natural reaction to someone wanting to visit.
[He had to leave Strawberry Hill for his own good. No matter how much Ciel wanted him to stay, her voice cracking underneath that strong front she tried to pull, he knew that it wasn't his place. He couldn't stay there, with everyone just forgetting what he had done like it was nothing. He stole people's kira-kiraru, and they just wanted to 'bear his sins'?
He already felt like he wasn't enough, but now he wasn't even fit to hold them on his own shoulders.
It's why he had to leave her there. Leave so Ciel could stop looking back and instead look forward.
He'd get stronger on his own, and he'd most certainly come back for her. The other Precures aside, Ciel was still dear to his heart, and she'd be the only reason he'd ever set foot back in that place.
When he was ready, of course.
Until then, he'd find somewhere he could start over. Maybe head back to Paris and intern with someone...learn how to make the best waffles he could from the finest that the country had to offer.
That is...until he felt something faint. It was distant, but Pikario knew what it was deep down. A fairy, and a strong one at that if he was feeling it from so far away. He had never felt fairies before that weren't Strawberry Hill's own, and the fact that it was only getting stronger when he'd ferried across water, through a dozen towns and past the countryside into a completely different district did he realize just what kind of strength he was dealing with.
Kibougahana.
Pikario stood outside the greenhouse, unable to keep back a hard swallow as his nerves grip him. Such power...but at the same time, warmth. Would this fairy answer to him? Was he too tainted by dark kira-kirau and Noir that he couldn't be helped and would be cast away? So many questions...and he's not sure if he can answer even a single one of them.
Before even trying, he turns away. There was nothing he could do, if that were the case. Hell, he doesn't even know what possessed him to even try. He knew his sins, and he knew that everyone else would see him for what he had been. He should just go back to Paris and try his hardest to live as a human. An average, non-Precure human.
It had a much better chance than training to become the cure Lumiere had let him be, if briefly.
"May I help you...?"
Pikario's head jolts around, only to see an elderly woman standing there.
"It'd be a shame if you left so soon. We've been expecting you, you know."
Who are you? Pikario feels his voice echo, a bit demanding to an elderly lady, but his hostility is in the danger zone.
"Hanasaki Kaoruko. But...just between us, you may call me Cure Flower."
--
And that's how Pikario wound up as an assistant. And a popular one at that. While not knowing much about flowers or even how to care for them (he remembers angrily stepping on some on his way out of Strawberry Hill, if that counts as work experience), Kaoruko was nothing but patient with him.
Coupe-sama, the fairy he'd sensed earlier, at much like a statue, and Pikario couldn't help but pout, wondering when he could start training. He had nothing but respect for this fairy and doing this...domestic stuff didn't help him! It wasn't like baking, or anything!
Girls gather around the windows, gossiping about the new greenhouse assistant, complete with hushed whispers on if this new boy was going to be coming to Myoudou Academy.]
[ It's rare for Tsubomi to not frequent the botanic gardens, but between club meetings and dealing with everything else, she's had her hands full. Still, she thinks she ought to at least apologize to the flowers for not visiting them in so long, and she hadn't had a chance to snuggle Coupe for a good while either. Chypre had complained about that the most, and she can't say she blames her partner.
But neither of them expects to see a gaggle of girls clustered outside the entrance, giggling and whispering to each other. As much as Tsubomi hopes that they've all suddenly gained a newfound interest in flora, it's very quickly made apparent when she steps closer and finds her hands seized by... more than one girl.
What follows is more than one plea for Tsubomi to introduce them to the new helper, and a lot of questions she's completely unprepared to answer. It's all she can do to stammer out an apology and flee inside, taking a quick breath to brace her nerves. ]
Come to think of it... Grandma did say she had extra help. But I don't remember her saying anything else about it.
[ "Cure Flower is still as mysterious as ever," Chypre muses-- before stiffening and suddenly plopping on Tsubomi's shoulder. Curiously, Tsubomi glances forward and--
Ah. She hadn't expected a boy around her age, but that explains the girls outside. Actually, he's also pretty good-looking, but--
No, she's hardened her heart!! No more sudden first loves!!! ]
Are you going to let me have a look, or are you just gonna keep on playing the tough guy?
[Huffs Rouge, hands on her hips.
So what-- Shadow's gotten himself roughed up. It either means there's sparks flying-- or... real wounds. Either way, an injured teammate is a liability! A quick fix is best, but it can't be fixed if he won't let her see.
Rouge steps closer despite her question and screws up her lips in a pout.]
[A gruff, if predictable response from Shadow, his hand clamped over the wound on his opposite arm, huddling enough that Rouge can't just reach out an grab it herself if she tried.
If she did...he'd of course let her, but he wants to keep up that facade as long as he can.
One, because it was something he could handle. He...feels like he's been through worse.
and two...he doesn't know what he'll find underneath that hand if he lifts it. Ice grips his heart just thinking about it.]
[Some world like MoM probably. Local unsuspecting soccer player gets slotted into a household with an adult who probably should know how to take care of himself, but constantly overlooks it in favor of going out and doing something reckless for the betterment of other people. Leaving little time for self-care.]
[Or, you know, normal people tasks like haircuts. Or making instant noodles.]
[That's what's happening now.]
[Rather, that's what was supposed to be happening now. It's so simple. You boil water. You add to noodles. You run out the door to wherever it is you have to be and then you're good. It makes perfect sense in print.]
[So the microwave basically exploding in a sudden puff of smoke is a shock. To say the least. He doesn't scream -- just yells, and slaps a hand over the smoldering cup of noodles. The metal one. Because shoving your metal hand into an active microwave is a great plan.]
[... yeah, this is a great adult role model here.]
[To say that Hiroto's new roommate was weird was a...vast understatement. He was always told that adults were the authority, and that they're the role models you want to base yourself off of.
Shiro was...
He tried.
He can understand it, at least. From what he'd been told, Shiro was someone who had ACTUALLY been to space, far longer than he would have ever thought someone could be, and unlike the lie of Aliea, actually did probably visit other worlds. Food was different, and stuff was probably freeze dried. He gets it.
That still doesn't stop the slight eyebrow perk as he walks in.]
[Saying he tried in reference to Shiro is probably the most apt and also the kindest thing someone could say. Especially when they walk into a room, bearing witness to his horrible attempts to coerce an appliance into making food without supervision. Of another adult.]
[Or a teenager.]
[Anyone else, most likely.]
[And of course, Hiroto saw. The smoke has died. But he's still got his hand shoved into the microwave, fingers wrapped around the decimated Styrofoam cup.]
[Sure, you can break out of space prison, become the pilot of an ancient, sort of sentient giant robot, lead a handful of freedom fighters against a giant empire. But cooking cup noodles? Apparently too difficult a task.]
Hey.
[Nailed it.]
It... appears I am. In fact. Having problems with a microwave, yes.
[Sometimes, you fight a demon so hard you end up passed out on the concrete near the mouth of a dry waste pipe. That was just the life after the demon fusion at a pseudo-satanic rave party with your best friend. It's a long story.]
[What was important now, is that deep in the ruins of old Tokyo was the aftermath of a particularly gruesome fight between two monsters. Akira's injuries looked pretty bad, and likely would have been lethal had his merging with Amon not come with a healthy dose of otherworldly vitality. Deep lacerations and puncture wounds - some which were deep enough to go all the way through his torso - bled freely down his legs and onto the concrete. His opponent looked worse, however, strewn around in multiple pieces of viscera onto the rebar and broken buildings around them.]
[As he reverts from twenty foot Devilman back to naked human form, one last oxygen-deprived thought crosses his mind as he stares somewhat stupidly at his bleeding injuries:]
Huh. It looks worse without the fur.
[And then, he blacks out on the ground, going completely limp.]
[There are plenty of ways to wake a guy up: splashing him with water, gently nudging his shoulder.
...Or, you know, knocking him upside the head. That always works. And it's Kaneda's preferred method of choice after option #2 wasn't panning out so well. Nothing says 'Welcome to Neo Tokyo quite like a punch to the noggin.]
Oi! DUMBASS!
If you're dead, just SAY so!
[Don't question the logic on that one. It makes sense in his head.
Honestly, he's not sure who this guy is but he looks like he's definitely seen better days. And to be honest, Kaneda doesn't want to have to do something with the body. He's seen enough death for one lifetime.]
[motherfucker he's BLEEDING OUT over here. and his ass his cold.]
[Akira feels like shit, absolute shit, and isn't really in the position to mouth off to Kaneda when he can barely move. More than that, the blood loss makes it difficult to focus on anything at all.]
[Kaneda is something of a red blur as his eyes flutter open slightly, teeth grit together. He just groans in response, arm reaching up to attempt to grab this fucker by the collar to tell him off. Except, his fingertips just end up sort of brushing softly against Kaneda's jacket before he collapses on his face again.]
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after school dates!
Still, it wasn't a weather either of them disliked. They weren't exactly in a hurry to scurry inside or anything. Drawing his knitted scarf higher to protect his nose from the cold, Shindou had turned to look up at the taller boy and asked if he didn't mind stopping by the market street, first, the one where they could get something warm to drink (and a warm treat to eat, for Shindou) and stay cozy while still enjoying the winter atmosphere.
That, and to spend some time with just the two of them.
Although it was winter break, Shindou Takuto could not go through the holiday season without being dragged to parties with his busy parents, and the holidays also came with a concert and recital. There was still practice during the break, too, and it was truly only when everything went back to the regular 'daily life' that they could find a stretch of time that went uninterrupted.
He smiles, his mouth hidden by the scarf but the expression obvious through how his eyes soften and narrow. )
It'll be a date.
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A puff of smoky air escapes as Ibuki chuckles, magenta eyes reflecting off of the streetlights that flickered on as darkness set in.]
We're really living the life--if our dates are just running errands.
[A joke, complete with a little bump to the smaller boy as he starts to walk--a slow pace that Shindou could easily catch up to. It was all in good jest, too, because if you asked him, he would've liked nothing more than to go on casual little outings like this. Living so far usually didn't give much time for 'hanging out', so you'd expect that when he visited their time together would be grandious things like one of Shindou's concerts or some Christmas party.
Going through the shopping district as the sun set, the scent of warm food floating through the air and the slightest hints of a flurry? Ibuki honestly couldn't have asked for anything better.]
C'mon, you said there were stands right? Let's live it up and get some food.
[And he'd do his damn hardest to pay for it, too. No way's he letting Shindou foot the bill on their date.]
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キレイゴトを突き通すこと いつか真実へ変わる 頑に信じ続けたい It’s jus
An athlete through and through, sure, to take his precious vacation and use it to play even more soccer. But also obsessed with Shindou, enough that he'd jump on the train right after school let out toward Tokyo. Not that Kirino was one to talk -- he considered himself very self-aware in that regard!
He didn't dislike him... and Kirino is polite and sociable, so he sits down on the grass a friendly distance away and straightens his legs out in front of him to start his own stretches too, taking just one of his (blue) earbuds out of his ear.]
'Sup.
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Shindou...well, he'd expressed his happiness, even if it came with a little tease of 'so soon?' But Ibuki wouldn't have had it any other way.
Practice went about as expected, people asking Ibuki all sorts of questions, Shinsuke practically bouncing around him before proceeding to do their stretches. Ibuki, who'd been just stretching his arms towards his toes, notices Kirino approaching. From what he'd found out, Kirino was a close friend of Shindou's, and had often texted alongside Shindou on the Inatter.
A pretty good guy, all things considered.]
Mmm. [A soft grunt, more just acknowledging Kirino's presence and an unspoken 'not much'.]
Can't wait to get back into that goalbox again.
[Sure, he'd been put there in practice matches, but...actual games? More often than not he was benched. A shocking blow to his pride, to say the least. But that's nothing he's going to voice out loud.]
You?
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[An easy answer, casually but sincerely given, as Kirino bends his body forwards and stretches his arms toward his toes as well.]
Tenma and Shinsuke's told me plenty about you. You took multiple shots from Tsurugi and didn't let a point in? Color me impressed.
[Tsurugi was Raimon's prize player, after all. Every member was important valuable, true, but nobody could deny how decisive Tsurugi's speed and strength was, and a goalie who held his own against him was someone to take note of. Kirino flashes him a grin.]
If the ball gets past me and even gets to you, that is.
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THEM GAY LAWYERS
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and of course apollo was going to supply that for klavier's birthday of all things.
but unfortunately, there's no rest for a prosecutor as important as klavier. and certainly not one as well respected. and though klavier seemed to be feeling despondent from being called into work on his birthday of all days, apollo was partially understanding. he'd done nothing so far to show he remembered it was klavier's birthday, instead planning a day long surprise date of activities he was sure klavier would love. it was slightly disappointing apollo wouldn't be able to do all he'd hoped for, but once he got the idea for a surprise dinner at home, he'd set to work straight away.
after texting klavier to ask what time he would be home, and that time being only a few minutes away, he stands by the table with a plate of warm food and a present for his boyfriend. with a bright smile on his face, and more excited energy than he knows what to do with as he waits for klavier to walk through the door.)
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And while Klavier appreciated Edgeworth's concern most of all, he shook his head.
Maybe it was Kristoph who'd put the idea in his head. He'd never so much as gotten a call from him on his birthday, saying that the world doesn't stop just for one person (ironically enough, something he tried to argue when on the witness stand). But for as cold and harsh as the statement was, it was true. The world didn't stop, and he's sure he could invite Apollo out to a nice dinner after to celebrate.
He knew Apollo hadn't forgotten, just respected his wishes on going in to the office. He'd thank him later.]
Ja, I'm on my way home too, [he says, folder tucked under his arm. Blackquill had asked him (after a gruff 'happy birthday') to look over some facts for him, see if there was anything he was missing for his argument in court, and Klavier had happily obliged.] It shouldn't be any more than a few minutes.
[The call was short and sweet, and with a little skip in his step, he works his way to the elevator that led up to this lofty apartment. A night with just them...it wasn't the standard, 'perfect' birthday, but it was perfect enough for Klavier. Maybe he could talk Apollo into playing that horror game...
The key turns to open his apartment, Vongole of course right there to greet him with wagging tail and pittering paws...until the wafting scent of warm food hits his nose. Looking up immediately, Klavier's eyes rest on the table--food littered across it, a present tucked in the corner, and one plate resting in Apollo's hands as he waits there, expectantly.
He should have known, honestly. And those blue eyes practically melt as warmth creeps into them, a chuckle escaping his slightly parted lips.
Of course Apollo would have had something planned. Of course going to work would be the perfect distraction, as Apollo had hardly put up a fight to keep him from going.
Of course...he'd be this lucky to have him.]
Now what's this...? [He says teasingly, slowly setting the folder down on the coffee table and making his way over.]
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various flavors of hetero
open the country. stop having it be closed
he'd spent most of his time in the hospital, doctors quickly working to cure his tuberculosis, and luckily not asking too many questions about. okita in general.
and midori was patient. well, patient as she could possibly be with one of her favorite historical figures existing in her time for a change. but she knew suddenly being so far in the future would be a complete culture shock, especially learning japan had in fact opened its borders. sure, okita seemed less opposed to it when they left him while trying to save soccer, but it still might as well be a completely new world to him.
so she chooses to start out small. a few period dramas she picked out to entertain him (though perhaps she shouldn't have chosen okita's own dramas), handmade rice balls to counter the no doubt bland hospital food he's stuck with.
after being guided to his hospital room, she politely knocks on the door before entering.) Okita-san?
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Thankfully, they caught it before it was too late. Barely, but they'd done it.
And while Okita hated almost everything that had to do with this, he'd complied, and started to notice that every breath he took was one more in this world, new or old. He owed it to Tsurugi to keep fighting. Speaking of his breaths, they were longer, and he could feel air fill them more little by little.
He felt more alive....
Most of the days he sat in bed while his few visitors stopped by--mostly the kids from Raimon, a couple adults that claimed to be friends with Tsurugi...A lot of them wore very strange clothes--confined, straight, overly complex, western looking. Which he had to say his room felt like too. It wasn't anything like the room he was resting in back in his period...but he supposes that's more the future than anything.
He's currently inspecting his phone on his nightstand like it's some strange artifact when he hears the knock on the door, quickly placing it back (upside down) and returning to his bed.]
Who's there?
[His voice is sharp, edged...a natural reaction to someone wanting to visit.
After all, almost everyone was a stranger.]
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screaming goalies unite
PIKARIO
THE MEETING
He already felt like he wasn't enough, but now he wasn't even fit to hold them on his own shoulders.
It's why he had to leave her there. Leave so Ciel could stop looking back and instead look forward.
He'd get stronger on his own, and he'd most certainly come back for her. The other Precures aside, Ciel was still dear to his heart, and she'd be the only reason he'd ever set foot back in that place.
When he was ready, of course.
Until then, he'd find somewhere he could start over. Maybe head back to Paris and intern with someone...learn how to make the best waffles he could from the finest that the country had to offer.
That is...until he felt something faint. It was distant, but Pikario knew what it was deep down. A fairy, and a strong one at that if he was feeling it from so far away. He had never felt fairies before that weren't Strawberry Hill's own, and the fact that it was only getting stronger when he'd ferried across water, through a dozen towns and past the countryside into a completely different district did he realize just what kind of strength he was dealing with.
Kibougahana.
Pikario stood outside the greenhouse, unable to keep back a hard swallow as his nerves grip him. Such power...but at the same time, warmth. Would this fairy answer to him? Was he too tainted by dark kira-kirau and Noir that he couldn't be helped and would be cast away? So many questions...and he's not sure if he can answer even a single one of them.
Before even trying, he turns away. There was nothing he could do, if that were the case. Hell, he doesn't even know what possessed him to even try. He knew his sins, and he knew that everyone else would see him for what he had been. He should just go back to Paris and try his hardest to live as a human. An average, non-Precure human.
It had a much better chance than training to become the cure Lumiere had let him be, if briefly.
"May I help you...?"
Pikario's head jolts around, only to see an elderly woman standing there.
"It'd be a shame if you left so soon. We've been expecting you, you know."
Who are you? Pikario feels his voice echo, a bit demanding to an elderly lady, but his hostility is in the danger zone.
"Hanasaki Kaoruko. But...just between us, you may call me Cure Flower."
--
And that's how Pikario wound up as an assistant. And a popular one at that. While not knowing much about flowers or even how to care for them (he remembers angrily stepping on some on his way out of Strawberry Hill, if that counts as work experience), Kaoruko was nothing but patient with him.
Coupe-sama, the fairy he'd sensed earlier, at much like a statue, and Pikario couldn't help but pout, wondering when he could start training. He had nothing but respect for this fairy and doing this...domestic stuff didn't help him! It wasn't like baking, or anything!
Girls gather around the windows, gossiping about the new greenhouse assistant, complete with hushed whispers on if this new boy was going to be coming to Myoudou Academy.]
They're so noisy...
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But neither of them expects to see a gaggle of girls clustered outside the entrance, giggling and whispering to each other. As much as Tsubomi hopes that they've all suddenly gained a newfound interest in flora, it's very quickly made apparent when she steps closer and finds her hands seized by... more than one girl.
What follows is more than one plea for Tsubomi to introduce them to the new helper, and a lot of questions she's completely unprepared to answer. It's all she can do to stammer out an apology and flee inside, taking a quick breath to brace her nerves. ]
Come to think of it... Grandma did say she had extra help. But I don't remember her saying anything else about it.
[ "Cure Flower is still as mysterious as ever," Chypre muses-- before stiffening and suddenly plopping on Tsubomi's shoulder. Curiously, Tsubomi glances forward and--
Ah. She hadn't expected a boy around her age, but that explains the girls outside. Actually, he's also pretty good-looking, but--
No, she's hardened her heart!! No more sudden first loves!!! ]
U-um!
[ A good start. ]
Are you... Grandma's assistant?
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SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG
ambiguously heroes-esque timelinething h/c
[Huffs Rouge, hands on her hips.
So what-- Shadow's gotten himself roughed up. It either means there's sparks flying-- or... real wounds. Either way, an injured teammate is a liability! A quick fix is best, but it can't be fixed if he won't let her see.
Rouge steps closer despite her question and screws up her lips in a pout.]
Shadow...
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[A gruff, if predictable response from Shadow, his hand clamped over the wound on his opposite arm, huddling enough that Rouge can't just reach out an grab it herself if she tried.
If she did...he'd of course let her, but he wants to keep up that facade as long as he can.
One, because it was something he could handle. He...feels like he's been through worse.
and two...he doesn't know what he'll find underneath that hand if he lifts it. Ice grips his heart just thinking about it.]
We should move on.
[Omega would agree.]
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STAR BOY | some kind of MoM AU thing idk
[Or, you know, normal people tasks like haircuts. Or making instant noodles.]
[That's what's happening now.]
[Rather, that's what was supposed to be happening now. It's so simple. You boil water. You add to noodles. You run out the door to wherever it is you have to be and then you're good. It makes perfect sense in print.]
[So the microwave basically exploding in a sudden puff of smoke is a shock. To say the least. He doesn't scream -- just yells, and slaps a hand over the smoldering cup of noodles. The metal one. Because shoving your metal hand into an active microwave is a great plan.]
[... yeah, this is a great adult role model here.]
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Shiro was...
He tried.
He can understand it, at least. From what he'd been told, Shiro was someone who had ACTUALLY been to space, far longer than he would have ever thought someone could be, and unlike the lie of Aliea, actually did probably visit other worlds. Food was different, and stuff was probably freeze dried. He gets it.
That still doesn't stop the slight eyebrow perk as he walks in.]
Good evening, Shiro-san.
...
Are you having problems with the microwave?
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[Or a teenager.]
[Anyone else, most likely.]
[And of course, Hiroto saw. The smoke has died. But he's still got his hand shoved into the microwave, fingers wrapped around the decimated Styrofoam cup.]
[Sure, you can break out of space prison, become the pilot of an ancient, sort of sentient giant robot, lead a handful of freedom fighters against a giant empire. But cooking cup noodles? Apparently too difficult a task.]
Hey.
[Nailed it.]
It... appears I am. In fact. Having problems with a microwave, yes.
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4 kaneda
[What was important now, is that deep in the ruins of old Tokyo was the aftermath of a particularly gruesome fight between two monsters. Akira's injuries looked pretty bad, and likely would have been lethal had his merging with Amon not come with a healthy dose of otherworldly vitality. Deep lacerations and puncture wounds - some which were deep enough to go all the way through his torso - bled freely down his legs and onto the concrete. His opponent looked worse, however, strewn around in multiple pieces of viscera onto the rebar and broken buildings around them.]
[As he reverts from twenty foot Devilman back to naked human form, one last oxygen-deprived thought crosses his mind as he stares somewhat stupidly at his bleeding injuries:]
Huh. It looks worse without the fur.
[And then, he blacks out on the ground, going completely limp.]
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...Or, you know, knocking him upside the head. That always works. And it's Kaneda's preferred method of choice after option #2 wasn't panning out so well. Nothing says 'Welcome to Neo Tokyo quite like a punch to the noggin.]
Oi! DUMBASS!
If you're dead, just SAY so!
[Don't question the logic on that one. It makes sense in his head.
Honestly, he's not sure who this guy is but he looks like he's definitely seen better days. And to be honest, Kaneda doesn't want to have to do something with the body. He's seen enough death for one lifetime.]
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[Akira feels like shit, absolute shit, and isn't really in the position to mouth off to Kaneda when he can barely move. More than that, the blood loss makes it difficult to focus on anything at all.]
[Kaneda is something of a red blur as his eyes flutter open slightly, teeth grit together. He just groans in response, arm reaching up to attempt to grab this fucker by the collar to tell him off. Except, his fingertips just end up sort of brushing softly against Kaneda's jacket before he collapses on his face again.]
[Well. He's alive, at least.]
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